je_united gift fic for h_itoshi
Lovely fic for h_itoshi
Title: Unbraid the Curse
Pairing: Nakajima Kento/Kikuchi Fuma, mentions of one sided Kento -> Yamada
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, magic
Summary: Magician Kento has a little problem. Solving it proves harder than expected.
Notes: For h_itoshi . This was a lot of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it!
The sun was nearing its highest point, casting almost no shadows across the land. The ancient castle on its twisted mountain looked almost friendly in the bright midday light, an impression that was almost certainly helped by the colourful roofs. Each roof tile had a different colour, which changed whenever the resident magician sneezed. Said magician was currently deep in research, exploring the depths of his library.
Kento hesitated, fingers carefully tracing the ancient letters under the accumulation of dust. Could this be-? Slowly, gently in case the ancient book fell apart at the least disturbance, Kento’s fingers closed around the irreplaceable tome and lifted it out of the shelf. Carrying it reverently, Kento tried not to sneeze at the dust stirred up by his passage - there were ancient protective magics all over these bookshelves and who knew how they would react to his little inconvenience?
Since he’d taken over the ancient castle along with its dungeons, library and menagerie, he’d encountered a surprising number of forbidden spells and unspeakable curses. Unravelling those safely would take years if not decades of his life, and he wasn’t going to ruin it all by getting himself accidentally cursed (again). Turning the lamp to shine more directly on the old, yellowing pages, Kento needed a moment to decipher the faded scrawl.
“The Grand Guide to Genie Summoning,” he read out loud. Could this be the one he’d been searching for? He’d been looking for a way to summon a very special genie for a long time - almost half his life now. One summer, years before his magic should have manifested, Kento had found a burned scroll with the remains of a ritual. He hadn’t been able to read it all, but enough to intrigue him. He’d been young and stupid. Now that Kento knew just how wrong it could have gone, he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes again. This time, he wouldn’t summon the genie in his bedroom with three candles and a drop of blood, he’d do it properly - preparation, protective circle, blessed candles, the whole spiel.
The only issue was that none of the publicly available genie summoning rituals described a genie that looked like Yamada. Genies were always described as towering, big and muscular, usually blue or purple skinned, often handsome and forbidding. None of the drawings were as pretty as Yamada’s sweet face, still so clear in Kento’s mind even after all these years. He was incredibly lucky that all he’d ended up with was a little inconvenient curse - sneezing butterflies made of light and rainbows was embarrassing, but nothing compared to what could have happened to him if anything other than a friendly genie had followed his summons.
Three hours later, Kento sneezed, breaking his concentration. This guide was incredible - it listed not only most of the known genies, it described in detail which other creatures could come through at the tiniest mistake. Demons. Ghouls. Imps. Things that had no names because no one who had encountered them had ever survived. Things that had no names because anyone who had seen them had gone insane. Things that had no names because so much as knowing their name gave them power over you.
Kento shuddered. He had to do this right, not just for his sake, but for his apprentices - if anything got loose in the castle, it might well eat them too after it was done with him. He scanned the list of necessary ingredients again - he had blessed candles, but he was out of spelling salt and a few other things. He snapped his fingers, creating a tiny, pink messenger bird which would last just long enough to find his apprentice and call him down here.
While he waited for the boy to arrive, he carefully wrote down the things needed. He really should have sent both of his apprentices together, but Sou was busy in the laboratory and some of these experiments were time sensitive. Kento shook his head, ignoring his worry. It was still daylight outside, so letting Marius go to Shori’s spell shop on his own would be good practice without too much danger, hopefully.
Marius bounced down the steps into the library, stirring up the ancient dust. Kento sneezed, once, twice, three times, creating an avalanche of rainbows and butterflies. The butterflies, made of light but still real for a short time, beat their wings in a panic, releasing rainbow dust. The rainbow butterflies’ dust made Kento sneeze again, unleashing another wave of rainbows, light and magic butterflies. With his eyes watering, Kento held his breath and quickly made a last note, then handed the shopping list to his assistant who waited as patiently as was possible for a teenager. “Take some gold from the box in my office, don’t forget your cell phone, don’t ride the unicorns, no matter how friendly they look, and try to be back before sunset when the dragons come out,” Kento wheezed out while blindly searching for some tissues.
“I’ll be careful,” Marius promised, bouncing on the balls of his feet. A trip to Shori’s spell shop was always an adventure, even if he was too young to ride a flying carpet on his own.
The sound of Kento sneezing followed Marius up the winding stairs from the library and dungeons to the main part of the castle. Placing his feet carefully, Marius made sure to hold on to the handrail. This part of the staircase was somehow always overgrown with pink moss and slippery, no matter how often he scrubbed the stairs. The moss growing across the electrical wires looked somewhat charred, giving Marius a new idea - what if he used electricity to free the stairs of moss completely? Down here in the cellars, the wires had just been laid on top of the ancient stone walls, while up higher, in the kitchens, dining hall and living quarters, someone had taken the time to integrate the wires safely into the stone. He hadn’t been studying long enough yet to know those spells, but perhaps Sou knew. Sou had come to Kento’s castle at the same time as him, but had been studying magic before that already.
Humming a tune, Marius waved at Sou as he passed the laboratory - Sou was distilling crocodile tears and watching a nature documentary on TV at the same time. Kento didn’t approve of multi-tasking like that, but manticores were Sou’s favourite creatures. Sou never missed a chance to learn more about them or even to simply watch the fascinating beasts, and so far he hadn’t made any mistakes.
His coat didn’t have enough pockets for gold, shopping list and all the things he needed to buy, so Marius borrowed one of Kento’s coats - the one that was too big for Kento, with the dramatic flare. With the gold coins clinking merrily in his pocket, Marius was soon on his way. Shori’s spell shop was just beyond the lake, less than half an hour away by walking - perfectly easy to get there and back with plenty of time to spare until sunset.
Things didn’t quite go as planned.
“What happened to your coat?” Shori asked, pouring the last of the death beetles back into their jar.
“Unicorns,” Marius gasped, leaning heavily against the door. “Did you know their eyes turn all red when they-”
“Uh huh,” Shori agreed. “That’s why you aren’t supposed to feed them, you could have lost a finger or two.”
Still out of breath, Marius picked up a shopping basket and pulled the list Kento had written out of his pocket. Most of it, anyway. One of the unicorns must have been nibbling on his pockets before he ran, because there were several chunks taken out of the list, but luckily most of the words were still intact. Wrinkling his nose both at Kento’s shaky handwriting and at some of the weirder items on the list, Marius wandered through the store, picking up things like a quarter ounce of dried hummingbird tongues, a packet of dust from an unlucky fairy’s wings and a twig of rosemary, picked under the full moon.
A hand was suddenly on his head, ruffling his hair. Marius squeaked, turning around wide eyed only to find Fujigaya smiling at him. Marius stammered a greeting. The flashy magician was a bit of a celebrity, famous for defeating the sphinx that had made the western mountain pass unusable for nearly a century, but he always found the time to chat a bit with Marius whenever they happened to meet. Distracted by hero worship, Marius didn’t pay much attention to what wandered into his shopping basket, 99% of his attention being focused on Fujigaya’s every word.
“Are you here on your own?” Fujigaya asked and Marius could hardly believe his luck when Fujigaya offered to fly him home. Fujigaya’s flying carpet was fast, one of the fastest he’d ever ridden on, and it was so pretty - pink leoprint, with precious gems sparkling in the patterns. Halfway home, Marius remembered that he’d forgotten his change, but didn’t worry about it. Shori could be trusted to keep his money safe until he could come pick it up.
While Marius was valiantly trying to keep his hero worship under control enough to act like a normal person, Kento was firing up the old copper boiler to heat up water for a bath. There were proper, modern bathrooms up in the castle, but before important spells and summonings, a bath in the old copper bathtub down here in the dungeon was safer - copper could not be spelled and adding a little salt to the bathwater would remove any residual spells on his body, except for his little curse problem. For this purpose, he always kept a quantity of wood down here, to heat the boiler with a simple fire instead of his usual heating spells. Cutting firewood was a useful punishment for his apprentices, who sometimes had more energy than common sense.
There was a weird spot of mold on the side of the bathtub, so while the water heated, Kento scrubbed the mold away and then cleaned the whole tub, making sure to go over each inch twice to be extra sure - he didn’t use this bathtub often, and apparently his apprentices were not as good at remembering to clean the out of the way rooms as he’d thought. He’d have to make sure to remind them more often. Learning magic was only one of the duties of an apprentice - learning how to deal with magic mold and other small, harmless magical plants, bugs and nuisances was another important part, good practice for later in life when they’d have to fight and tame things big enough to eat them.
Dust trickled his nose and Kento sneezed, turning the cleaning sponge prismatic and brittle. Shaking his head, Kento put the sponge away, glad that his little curse had waited until after he’d finished cleaning the tub. The fire was burning merrily, and the water should be hot by now. Kento stripped quickly, dropping his clothes in the laundry basket - for major spellcasting, brand new clothes were safest. New clothes hadn’t absorbed any of his aura yet and thus couldn’t be used against him if his summoning went wrong and something with bad intentions came through instead of the friendly and beautiful genie he remembered.
Fiddling with the faucets, Kento filled the bathtub with hot and cold water until it was full. He picked the nearly empty bag of spelling salt up and poured it into the warm water, then stirred it in with a copper stick before climbing into the tub. Sighing softly, he settled down to soak, letting his muscles relax and his mind drift. A tiny, nearly see-through hummingbird flew into the room and hovered before his face. Kento smiled, impressed - Sou was making a lot of progress, as this messenger spell was quite difficult.
“Marius is back with the shopping and I’m wrapping up with the crocodile tears,” the bird recited with Sou’s voice, then vanished in a little puff of smoke.
With a twirl of his fingers, Kento created a little sparkly butterfly. “Have Marius draw up a spelling circle for me. The places for the candles are marked. Then the two of you need to go to Koyama’s hotel for the night, for your own safety,” Kento instructed his little butterfly messenger, then sent it to find Sou.
His two apprentices would be safe at Koyama’s place - since Koyama regularly hosted mages and creatures of all kinds, there were strong wards around all the buildings and in each room, making it extremely unlikely that anything Kento might summon tonight would be able to even find them, let alone eat them if things went wrong for Kento. Besides, there were a number of rare creatures housed there, making it always a good place to learn something new.
With his apprentices take care of, Kento returned to enjoying his bath. The heat of the water soaked into his muscles, relaxing him bit by bit. Kento hummed happily. Until he’d gotten into the bath, he hadn’t quite realised how nervous he was, so the relaxing tension was quite a relief. His mind drifted, turning to his usual daydreams of Yamada’s pretty face, pale blue skin and fascinating magic. He’d only met the genie once, but he’d never forgotten, and the thought of finally meeting his crush again was enough to drive him to distraction. Shaking his head, Kento stood up, water streaming down his body. He dried off quickly, dropping the fluffy towels in the laundry basket before dressing in tight jeans and a t-shirt - magician robes were fancy and all, but trailing sleeves were a bad idea while spell-casting and loose robes were really not ideal for seduction. Not that he had much experience with that, as he was still a virgin. Who could ever compete with his dreams of Yamada?
The second biggest dungeon library had the outline of a protective circle etched into the stone floor. Kento generally used it for the more difficult summonings and spells, since magic circles worked best when they were perfectly circular and this one was so perfect that he was sure it hadn’t been drawn by a human. Even his clumsy teenage assistants could fill in the lines with salt and thus create a strong circle. Adding blessed candles and various holy symbols, as well as Kento’s own magic to imbue the salt with power, made it as safe as was possible. A summoning, even of a benevolent power, was never quite safe - there were always creatures of various degrees of evilness lurking on other planes, ready to jump on any tiny mistake to seize the chance to enter the human world.
Humming under his breath, Kento looked the circle over - the white salt filled the etched outline properly, with no breaks or weak spots. Marius had done a good job, though Sou had presumably helped set up the candles, since Marius hadn’t mastered the sticking spell required to attach them to the floor yet. Neither of the two apprentices had so far realized that the old human trick of dripping a bit of wax on the surface you wanted to stick a candle on still worked for magic candles. Smiling, Kento set up the herbs and the gold he would need for the summoning. A quick locator spell showed his apprentices well on their way to Koyama’s place. So far, so good.
Using his spelling dagger, he shaved tiny slivers off the bar of gold, throwing them into the fire one by one - the fire shouldn’t have been hot enough to melt gold, but the spell he was singing would, if done right, transmute the gold into energy which would be used to lend strength to his summoning. Reciting the three songs of summoning he’d memorized from the The Grand Guide to Genie Summoning, he walked around the outside of the circle, making sure to stay the same distance from the salt at all times. His hands drew patterns in the air, his long fingers braiding the magic, bending energy to his will.
Drawing a deep breath, Kento let his words flow between the worlds. “Come to me,” he chanted, rainbows trailing through the air, twisting around his words. “Come!”
Smoke welled up from the middle of the circle, a slowly expanding cloud. It was dark, the darkness only broken by little flashes of yellow and blue, zig-zagging energy flitting through the drifting smoke. A figure slowly materialized, taller than he remembered. Wings, an impossible number of wings, loose feathers floating to the ground.
The scent of brimstone tickled his nostrils, so Kento held his breath - sneezing on whatever he had summoned might not be a good idea at all. The… person, he realized, was definitely not Yamada. Was, in fact, not a genie at all. For one, the colour scheme was all wrong. For another, he had horns and big, beautifully feathered wings. The being spread his wings, taking up a lot more space than Kento would have thought possible. Kento blanched. Two sets of wings. Two pairs. Feathers black at night. Combined with the elegantly spiralling horns and the slit-pupiled eyes, there was only one possible conclusion. Demon. He’d summoned a demon into his dungeon, entirely by accident.
Kento glanced down in alarm. The protective circle he’d had his assitant draw was well done and all, but it wasn’t at all designed to hold a demon. The line of salt was thick at least, the circle round and nearly perfect, without any obvious holes. The candles were only beeswax, but they had been blessed, he’d made sure of that. There was still a chance that he might survive this.
“S-speak, demon!” Kento demanded, trying to keep his voice firm. He’d read about this… what was he supposed to say again? And why was the demon grinning at him like that? “What is your name?”
The demon looked him up and down slowly, eyes traveling over every inch of Kento’s body until Kento’s cheeks felt quite hot. Flustered, he crossed his arms, not at all used to that much attention, especially not from a demon. The demon was quite attractive actually, now that the cloud of sulfur and shadows wasn’t hiding his face. His lips were very full and Kento caught himself wondering what it would feel like to kiss those plush lips. The demon’s eyebrow rose mockingly and Kento’s blush deepened, mortified - the demon had either picked the thought right out of his head or possibly it had been transparently visible on his face.
“You can call me Fuma,” the demon finally replied, turning around with a rustle of wings to look around the dungeon, eyeing the mold on the walls and the dust on the shelves. “Nice place,” he said mockingly.
Kento’s blush deepened. “I only took this castle over a few years ago, the mold infestation has been here for centuries,” he explained sheepishly. Then he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts - why was he apologizing to a demon about the lack of housekeeping? Demons ate people, that guy was in no position to criticize the cleanliness of his dungeons. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just… send you back where you came from, okay?”
Fuma shrugged his shoulders, black wings shifting with the graceful movement. “I’m already here, might as well make the best of things, hm?”
Eyes glowing, Fuma bent down and swiped his finger through the line of salt. Frozen, all Kento could do was stare as the demon broke his protective circle as if it was nothing, nothing at all. Shouldn’t there have been a flash, a crackle of broken magic, the smell of ozone? Fuma’s tongue snaked out, licking the salt off his finger. The smile Fuma gave him would have sent Kento running for the hills if his legs had obeyed him, but his muscles had turned to jelly and Kento knew that if he tried to do even one step, he’d end up helpless on the floor. If he was going to die, he wanted to die on his feet at least.
“Sweet,” Fuma murmured, stepping across the protective circle as if it wasn’t there at all. With slow, steady steps, Fuma advanced on Kento while Kento was frozen in place. Fuma finally stopped in front of Kento, his wings blotting out the light. “I have met any number of mortals, but none have tried to bind me with sugar yet.”
“S-sugar?!” Kento stammered. Damn it all. If he survived this, his apprentice would get a lecture he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. How did you mistake sugar for spelling salt? Brain working fast, Kento tried to find a way to turn this around, to take control of the situation. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Kento, Wizard and Alchemist,” he introduced himself, his voice only shaking a little.
Fuma sketched a mock bow. “My pleasure. I’m Fuma, demon and eater of souls.” Fuma’s grin exposed sharp looking fangs, and Kento was almost certain that the tongue he’d glimpsed there wasn’t the usual human shape either.
“Would you like a tour of the castle? It’s quite spectacular,” Kento offered, trying his most charming grin.
“Maybe later.” Fuma stepped right into Kento’s personal space, forked tongue darting out to taste the air. “Why does your magic taste like that?”
“Sorry?” Kento asked. “My… magic?”
“Your magic tastes like… skittles,” Fuma explained, eyes glittering darkly in amusement. “Colour and sweetness, not entirely human. Yet your blood smells human and your soul,” the demon’s nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, “smells pure and good. You’re a virgin, wizard. So why do I taste wild magic?”
His magic tasted like skittles? Kento put that information away to examine later and focused on the matter at hand. “That might be my curse,” he admitted. “When I was young and stupid, I accidentally summoned a genie, who cursed me to sneeze butterflies and rainbows.”
“Butterflies,” Fuma repeated, tongue flicking out again. “Show me.”
“I can’t do it on purpose, I have to sneeze. It’s not under my control.”
Fuma rolled his eyes. “So sneeze.”
“Uh…” Kento had never tried to sneeze on purpose, but if he judged the demon’s posture correctly, his life probably depended on it. Right now, the demon was intrigued, but if Fuma got bored, he might well decide that a bit of slaughter and blood would brighten his day right up. “There’s dust in my library, follow me,” Kento suggested.
With the demon trailing after him like an overgrown, amused duckling, Kento descended the stairs to the oldest library with the dustiest, most ancient books. Stepping carefully to avoid the slippery patches of colourful moss that kept growing no matter how often his apprentices scrubbed these stairs, Kento descended at a fast pace, the demon following just as quickly. “Skip the second to last step, it’s a trap,” Kento said, jumping over the cursed step.
A rustle of wings, and a moment later Fuma landed next to him, clearly having flown the last bit. “How’d you get this place? Did you murder the former owner?” Fuma asked, looking around at the ancient books, forked tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the air.
“Sort of,” Kento admitted. “An evil necromancer had been living here for a couple of centuries, I defeated him and the council gave me the castle as reward. I’m supposed to find and unravel all the evil curses and stuff, but it’s slow work.”
Humming approval, Fuma wandered around the library, occasionally sniffing at a book or trailing a finger through some dust while Kento watched and tried not to fidget. Demons could only stay in the human world until sunrise, so every minute the demon spent looking through the library was a minute in Kento’s favour, making his chances of surviving this little encounter go up. Demonology was one of the least studied magic sciences, so not much was known about demons and how to handle them. Few people called demons up on purpose and even fewer survived, and people who called them up by accident were generally too nervous to give a good report on what had gone down. The one thing Kento knew for sure was that you had to be a virgin to summon a demon, which was one of the main reasons why people only could do it once - resisting a demon’s sex appeal was practically impossible, especially for a virgin. Even though Fuma didn’t seem to pay any attention to him, Kento’s skin tingled as if he was being watched and he would swear he could feel the demon’s hot breath against his neck even though Fuma was at the other end of the room, sorting through old books.
“Are you going to sneeze or not?” Fuma finally demanded, vanishing three of the books with a snap of his fingers. “You don’t mind if I borrow these.”
“Help yourself,” Kento agreed. There were more books down here than he could ever read in a lifetime, if Fuma thought he could use some of these, he was welcome to them. No point in hoarding knowledge he’d never get around to using anyway. Now about the sneezing… he brushed his fingers over the back of one dusty, old book, stirring up a thick cloud of dust. His nose tingled, but the urge to sneeze failed to materialize. He sighed. Every other time he’d been in this library, he’d sneezed a dozen times before he even got halfway to the second shelf, but the one time he needed to…
“Try this,” Fuma said, suddenly right in front of Kento.
‘This’ turned out to be one of Fuma’s feathers. The feather was a dark, glossy black, like the night sky if there was no moon and not a single star to break the emptiness. The feather was soft against Kento’s fingers, almost silky, and smooth enough that he had to be careful not to let it slip and fall to the floor. Would the demon consider it disrespectful if Kento dropped his feather? Better not to find out. Carefully, Kento raised the feather and tickled the inside of his nose with his, the urge to sneeze slowly building up. When he finally sneezed, there was no stopping him, sneeze after sneeze coming out in a row, rainbow butterflies and streaks of colourful light flying everywhere.
Eyes watering, Kento finally managed to stop by holding his breath. When he could pry his eyes back open, the floor around him was bright, glittering in all the colours of the rainbow. Butterflies were all over the library, fluttering around, except for one bright pink butterfly caught between Fuma’s fingers. Fuma was sniffing at it, eyes glowing red like banked embers. With a quick motion, Fuma flicked the butterfly into his mouth and chewed down.
Licking his lips, Fuma grinned at Kento. “Your magic is delicious.”
“Thanks?” Kento replied, unsure if that was a compliment. Being told that he was tasty by someone perfectly capable of eating him alive wasn’t exactly reassuring, though perhaps there was a possibility here. “Hey, do you know how I can get rid of this curse?”
Still licking his full lips, Fuma just grinned at Kento. Kento waited patiently until Fuma laughed, wings shaking, and answered. “It’s braided all around your magic. Can you see energy?”
Kento shook his head. A few times, in high stress situations or when he had a high fever, he’d been able to see strands of energy and flecks of magic, but normally those were as invisible to him as to everyone else. When he explained this to Fuma, Fuma rolled his eyes and muttered something Kento didn’t quite catch..
“I might as well teach you how to open your third eye,” Fuma finally said out loud, “if I’m stuck here anyway.”
“You’re stuck?” Kento asked in surprise.
Fuma waved his hand as if batting at invisible chains. “Your summons keeps me here until sunrise,” he explained.
“I’m sorry!” Kento blurted out, “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you?”
Fuma’s grin turned decidedly lascivious at that. “I might have an idea or two, yes.”
Fuma’s fingers brushed over his cheek surprisingly gently before cupping the back of Kento’s head. By this point, Kento knew exactly what Fuma was after, so he met him halfway, lips parted in anticipation. At the first touch of Fuma’s lip, a shock went through Kento, like static electricity and overloading magic. Kento clutched at Fuma’s shirt, holding on for dear life as they kissed. Fuma’s lips were so soft and Fuma smelled surprisingly good for a demon, the scent of brimstone having faded away to leave behind hints of honey and vanilla. Kento vaguely wondered if it was the scent of Fuma’s shampoo he was smelling. Did demons shower? Did they bathe in the blood of innocents, then slap on some vanilla perfume to fool the next mortal they encountered?
It wasn’t Kento’s first kiss or anything like that, but it was so different, like night and day. He felt warm, almost hot, and he wasn’t at all sure if that was just because Fuma was such a good kisser or if there was some demon magic at play. Even through the slick fabric of Fuma’s shirt, Kento could feel the heat of Fuma’s skin - one of the few things known about demons was that they were hot, a few degrees above the normal temperature for humans.
Fuma snapped his fingers, making his shirt vanish in a puff of smoke. Kento gasped in surprise, less at the show of magic and more at the smoothness of Fuma’s skin under his fingers. Unable to stop himself, Kento let his hands wander, exploring Fuma’s muscled body. Especially Fuma’s firm abs held his attention as he ran his fingers over the hard muscles over and over until Fuma chuckled into the kiss. Embarrassed, Kento broke the kiss and kissed along Fuma’s jaw, determined to show Fuma that he wasn’t completely inexperienced - while he hadn’t had sex yet, he’d made out with quite a number of people back before he’d passed his wizarding test. Wizardry students were one of the horniest groups of people and the only reason Kento hadn’t gone all the way despite plenty of offers was that he’d been hoping to find that special someone that made his heart sing, but no one like that had ever appeared. Until now. Kento chuckled ruefully - it was just like his luck that the person he felt most drawn to happened to be a probably evil demon.
Kento nibbled on Fuma’s ear, amused to find that the tip of it was subtly pointed. “Are demons related to elfs?” he asked.
Fuma chuckled. “Not as far as I know. Why are you still dressed?”
“I don’t know how to vanish clothes with magic,” Kento admitted.
Shaking his head, presumably at the foolishness of human mages, Fuma took a hold of Kento’s right hand. “Open your mind, let me in. I can show you how.”
Kento swallowed hard. Letting a demon into his head was just about the most dangerous thing he’d ever considered doing, but it was the fastest way to learn - it would allow Fuma to guide his mind, his powers and show him directly what to do and how. Taking the plunge, he opened his inner barriers. Fuma’s mind swept in like a black cloud, all drifting feathers and the combined scent of honey and ash, wrapping around Kento’s thoughts like a snake.
WATCH, Fuma’s voice boomed in his head. Kento watched, awed, as Fuma moved Kento’s fingers in an intricate pattern, shaping Kento’s magic with his will. Kento’s shirt vanished, then reappeared a moment later. The slithering touch of Fuma’s mind withdrew, leaving Kento alone and unharmed in his head. “Ohh,” Kento gasped, “wow.”
Fuma grinned at him. “Can you do it?”
“I think so…” Kento murmured, remembering. He moved his fingers, following the pattern Fuma had shown him, concentrating his magic as he did. His shirt flickered, then vanished from existence. “Yes! I did it!”
“Mmh, good,” Fuma praised, ducking his head to lick at Kento’s left nipple. A startled moan escaped Kento’s lips and he reached blindly for Fuma, fingers closing around a handful of feather. Soft. Silky. Kento had been curious about Fuma’s wings since Fuma first appeared, so he wasn’t about to let this chance to sate his curiosity pass by. He trailed his fingers over the smooth feathers, gentle fingertips exploring the whole length of Fuma’s raven black wings, from the tips of his wings to the base. Where the wings connected to Fuma’s back, the skin was incredibly soft, so Kento caressed it with his fingertips, marveling at the feel of it. Fuma moaned quietly, which Kento more felt than heard as Fuma’s lips were still pressed against his skin, moving steadily down his chest to nip at his tummy.
Changing the magic pattern just slightly, Kento vanished his pants as easily as he’d vanished his shirt. Humming approval, Fuma went on his knees and grinned up at Kento. “Did you know that demon saliva is an aphrodisiac?”
“Is it?” Kento asked, only half listening. Fuma on his knees, shirtless and with his full lips red and kiss-swollen, was incredibly appealing. Who needed magic aphrodisiacs when he was already so turned on that he was almost going out of his skin with want? “Are you sure you’re a demon? You look so fine, you could be an angel sent to test me with your beauty.”
Fuma laughed, startled by the cheese line. “I guess I’m doing it wrong if you’re still talking nonsense,” he murmured, his face close enough to Kento’s hips that his breath was puffing against Kento’s dick. When Kento whimpered in reply, Fuma licked a slow stripe up the length of Kento’s erection, then swirled his tongue around the tip.
Cheeks bright pink, Kento tried his best to stay calm. A few guys had touched his dick before, but no one had licked it, ever. He hadn’t known it could be so good, feel so divine. He wasn’t sure what do with with his hands - should he touch Fuma’s hair, Fuma’s horns? The horns were actually quite interesting - slender and elegant, not like he’d imagined demon horns to look. While Fuma nuzzled his dick, Kento carefully touched Fuma’s horns, staying away from the pointy looking tips to follow the winding horns down to Fuma’s hair. Fuma’s hair was another surprise. It wasn’t quite as soft as Kento had assumed, but it was springy, curling back into shape after Kento’s fingers passed through it.
When Fuma finally stopped teasing and took Kento’s dick in his mouth, Kento dug his fingers into Fuma’s hair to hold on. His legs were getting shaky and he wished the wall were close enough that he could lean against it, but he wasn’t about to ask Fuma to stop. He wanted it too much, and if he ended up collapsing on the floor, well, so be it. He was willing to take that risk. Fuma’s mouth was hot and wet, absolutely perfect. The clever way Fuma’s tongue moved against his dick drove Kento absolutely crazy, pleasure flowing through him at every touch, every breath, every single movement. Fuma bobbed his head, taking Kento’s dick in deep each time. At the same time, he caressed Kento’s balls with knowing fingers until Kento couldn’t hold it anymore. With a moan of Fuma’s name, Kento came, his come spilling hotly over Fuma’s tongue. Fuma drank it all down, continuing his caresses until Kento stopped shivering.
Drawing back, Fuma let Kento’s dick slip out of his mouth with a wet plop. “Mmh, your come is as tasty as your magic,” the demon informed Kento.
Kento giggled. “Your tongue! I’m so sorry, my… my come has turned your tongue rainbow!”
Fuma blinked, breaking into laughter. “Your curse can even affect demons?” he asked, sounding intrigued.
“It seems so,” Kento agreed, brushing his thumb over Fuma’s rainbow stained lips. Fuma nipped at him, fangs drawing blood.
“Now how do you plan on getting me off, hm?” Fuma asked, still on his knees, licking Kento’s blood from the corner of his mouth.
“You could fuck me,” Kento blurted out quickly, before he could change his mind. Even if he had only one night with Fuma, he wanted to give his virginity to Fuma and no one else.
A snap of Fuma’s fingers conjured a jar of sweet smelling oil. The nails on two of Fuma’s fingers shortened and lost their pointy tips, making them as harmless as human fingers when Fuma dipped them into the oil. Kento didn’t think he could keep his balance much longer, so he pulled Fuma’s hair. “I’ve got a bed upstairs,” he told Fuma.
“Hm,” Fuma made, considering it. “Fine.” Fuma wrapped his arms around and Kento then launched himself into the air, strong wings beating. Kento squeaked, wrapping his arms around Fuma’s neck in surprised.
“The roof!” he yelped, closing his eyes before the expected impact. The impact never came. Opening one eye carefully, he saw grey. Grey stone all around. Fuma was flying through the mountain the castle was built in, passing through rock as if it was nothing. Kento clung tight to Fuma, afraid of what might happen to him if Fuma let go off him while they were inside the rock. All four of Fuma’s black wings were moving, carrying them upwards steadily, until they reached the great hall.
“You scream like a banshee,” Fuma commented, setting Kento down on his feet.
Kento sank to the floor, his legs like jelly. “Warn a guy! That was scary,” he gasped.
“Pff, you think I’d get stuck? Please, I’m not a kid.” Fuma waved Kento’s concerns off.
“I can see that,” Kento replied, suddenly very aware of Fuma’s dick. Since he was sitting on the floor, he could get a good, close look, because Fuma had somehow lost his pants while passing through the floor. Kento swallowed, eyes fixed on Fuma’s dick - it was big, bigger than his own, and somehow really appealing. He wanted to touch it, lick it, wanted to feel it inside him… he rose with shaky legs, holding on to Fuma for support to keep from falling right back over. “Come on, there’s a couch over here.”
His bedroom was several stairs up and he was NOT going to let Fuma carry him through rock and stone again, but his legs weren’t exactly steady enough to carry him upstairs the old fashioned way either. Luckily a bed wasn’t exactly necessary. The couch in the reading room was perfectly serviceable, quite wide and comfortable. It would do. Kento flopped down on the couch, his legs too shaky to hold him up any longer than absolutely necessary. Grinning, Fuma pounced on him, pinning him down.
This kiss was more urgent than the earlier one, all tongues and teeth and wandering hands. Fuma’s fangs nicked Kento’s lips at least twice, but Kento couldn’t have cared less about the mild sting of it. He wanted, needed Fuma to just take him already. Before he could beg, Fuma drew back and conjured up the jar of oil once more, or perhaps it was a different jar than the one he’d left behind down in the dungeons. Fuma dipped his fingers in the oil, then touched slick, hot fingers to Kento’s thigh, urging him to spread his legs.
Blushing, Kento did so, only a little embarrassed at the knowledge that Fuma could see all of him, even parts that no one else had ever seen before. Fuma was surprisingly gentle for a demon, rubbing plenty of lube on Kento’s hole before pressing the first finger inside. Kento hissed at the intrusion, but it wasn’t actually all that uncomfortable, just unexpected. He’d never even fingered himself, so having somebody else’s fingers inside him was exceptionally strange.
Fuma gently pushed his finger in and out, exploring Kento’s inner walls gently until the strangeness of it vanished. By the time Fuma pushed the third finger into him, Kento was panting again, his dick hard and dripping precome. It felt so good, he wasn’t sure if that was natural or if the oil Fuma was using was spelled to create arousal. “Please,” he begged, not even sure what he was asking for.
“Begging already?” Fuma teased, but pulled his fingers free. More oil went onto Fuma’s dick before Fuma lined himself up with Kento’s hole. “Brace yourself, this might sting a bit. I promise it gets better.”
“Yes,” Kento agreed, aware that he was babbling but unable to stop. “Please, Fuma.”
Slowly, gently, Fuma pushed into Kento. Kento gasped, fingers digging into the couch. It stung, but it felt good too, to be filled, to have Fuma’s hot, hard demon cock inside him. Slowly, inch by delicious inch, Fuma pushed in deeper. Kento groaned, unable to form words - the experience was overwhelming, robbing him of the ability to think, let alone speak. It wasn’t much later that Fuma stopped, sheathed completely inside Kento’s tight body, but it could as well have been years.
“Breathe, Kento,” Fuma ordered, and Kento realized that he’d been holding his breath for the last little while.
Taking a deep breath, Kento relaxed around Fuma’s dick. The heat of it was surprising, it seemed as if Fuma’s demonic dick was even warmer than the rest of his body. Did that mean it was even more unholy?
Fuma chose that moment to move, snapping his hips. The thrust drove the thoughts right out of Kento’s mind. Pleasure, hot and sharp, shot through him and he gasped, reaching for Fuma to hold on. Fuma cooperated, leaning in close enough for Kento’s grasping hands to catch a hold of him. Arms wrapping tight around Fuma’s neck, Kento held on tight as Fuma fucked him into the couch, pounding his tight, virgin ass until Kento was about ready to go out of his mind with pleasure.
It got even better when Fuma worked a hand between them, pumping Kento’s cock in time with his thrusts. All Kento could do was moan and hold on, helplessly lost on a wave of pleasure. Toes curling, Kento came, clamping tight around Fuma’s rock-hard demon cock. His moans were muffled by Fuma’s lips against his and his rainbow-coloured semen stained Fuma’s hand, turning each finger a different colour. Fuma didn’t slow down at all, fucking Kento deep and hard while Kento shivered and moaned, each thrust prolonging Kento’s orgasm until Kento was dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure. When Fuma finally came, Kento gasped in shock - Fuma’s body might have been warmer than usual, but Fuma’s come was icy cold.
While they rested, Kento took the opportunity to play with Fuma’s wings some more. He really liked those silky soft feathers and the way Fuma’s wings fluttered softly at his touch was sort of adorable as well.
“Okay, about that curse,” Fuma began, sitting up. “Tell me how you got it. In my experience, genies don’t usually curse people.”
Demons lived hundreds of years, Kento remembered, so Fuma’s experience counted for quite a bit. He recounted the tale, explaining old memories as best he could. Fuma’s eyebrows rose when he dwelt a bit too long on Yamada’s pretty, pretty face, making Kento blush and rush on to the next part. The spells Yamada had taught him caught Fuma’s attention and he made Kento repeat these several times, memorizing them. When Kento described the curse, Fuma grinned.
“It’s clear to me that human mages are horribly behind on even the most basic magic, but since you learned to vanish your shirt in just a couple of minutes there’s hope for you yet. Let's go back to your library, with a poke or two even a human should be able to figure out how to unbraid a simple energy curse,” Fuma said, jumping to his feet. The demon’s clothes appeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him ready to go.
Kento took a bit longer to summon first his shirt, then his pants, but was soon ready as well. On the way down to the dungeons, he stopped by the kitchen and got some food, which Fuma heartily approved of. Apparently fresh fruit was hard to get in hell, so Fuma munched his way through apples and pears instead of the bloody steak Kento had expected him to go for.
Research proved both easier and harder than Kento had expected - with Fuma’s guidance, he found the relevant texts quite quickly and Fuma was more than willing to explain anything Kento didn’t immediately get, but it wasn’t easy to concentrate when his skin still burned with the memory of Fuma’s touches. It wasn’t often that you got a chance to study curses with the help of a demon, so Kento really, really needed to concentrate, to listen, to pay attention, but Fuma’s full lips were so tempting… he wanted to kiss those pouty lips, wanted to run his hands all over Fuma’s wings, wanted to ride Fuma’s dick until they were both exhausted.
He did none of these things, focusing on the dusty books and the rainbow butterflies produced by his sneezing. Visualize the lines of energy, he told himself. Open your mind’s eye. He stared at Fuma, trying to visualize the field of magic Fuma had shown him earlier. Slowly, his view shifted, the sparkly magic becoming visibly though it was flickery and prone to vanish from his sight as soon as his concentration lessened.
Fuma raised his hand, tendrils of black trailing after his claw-like fingernails. Kento gasped when these tendrils wrapped around one of the rainbow butterflies, caging it - now he knew how Fuma could touch the butterflies, when he’d never been able to catch one in all the years they had haunted him. Now that the butterfly was in Fuma’s hand, Kento could shift his mind to really see it, see the flecks of light that made up the butterfly’s animation. He followed those tendrils of light back, eyes widening in surprise when he found them attached to his chest, right over his heart.
“Not bad,” Fuma praised, letting go off the butterfly.
Kento blinked at him, his normal vision returning. The sight of his own magic, tangled with the genie's curse, had been more fascinating than expected, but he felt drained, exhausted from using his mind view for so long. “Could we take a break? Just a few minutes,” he panted, flopping down onto a chair as soon as Fuma nodded agreement.
Fuma had eaten most of the fruit during the hours of research, but there was still some food left, so Kento tucked in, only realizing how hungry he was once he started eating. He’d used a lot more energy than he’d thought and he had lost track of time as well. “It’s almost sunrise.”
Fuma tilted his head, eyes unfocusing for a moment. “So it is,” he agreed, dusting off his hands to get rid of cookie crumbs. “Let's speed this up, hm?” With that, Fuma reached out, his hands slipping into Kento’s chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
There was no pain, no blood, and a moment later, when Fuma’s hand reappeared with a few strands of light caught in his grip, Kento realized that it hadn’t been Fuma’s actual hand at all - it was an energy manifestation of Fuma’s hand, dipping into the centre of his magic to… to do what?
Fuma brought the strands of light to his mouth and sucked them in, chewing contentedly. “Sweet,” Fuma hummed, wings fluttering excitedly. “I knew your curse would be sweet as sugar.”
“You… ate the curse?!” Kento demanded, startled. If Fuma was able to just take the curse off him this whole time, then why-
Fuma grinned. “Can’t be too helpful, now can I? What kind of demon would I be if I helped people at the drop of a hat?”
Laughing, Kento shook his head. Nothing had gone the way he’d expected tonight, but he was glad to have met Fuma. “I guess this is goodbye,” he said, trying to keep the sadness from his voice. Only virgins could summon demons. He’d never see Fuma again.
Fuma snorted, clearly following Kento’s train of thought. A piece of paper appeared out of nothing and dropped into Kento’s hand. A string of numbers was written on it in a neat hand. When Kento only blinked at the paper, Fuma rolled his eyes. “My number. Call me, idiot. You think I can’t go anywhere I want?”
“You’ve got cellphone reception in hell?”
Fuma snickered, his form fading away slowly as the sun’s first rays began to creep across the sky. “More than likely I’ve got better coverage than you. Who do you think draws up those hellish contracts?”
With that he was gone. A cloud of sulfur was all that remained of Fuma, that and the slip of paper in Kento’s hand. Shaking his head at the way his life was turning out, Kento climbed the stairs to find his phone - he had a date with a demon to arrange, which was about the last thing he’d expected when he’d gotten up this morning. His curse was gone, Yamada had been supplanted in his heart, and perhaps most unexpected of all, he’d gotten a demon’s phone number.
Title: Unbraid the Curse
Pairing: Nakajima Kento/Kikuchi Fuma, mentions of one sided Kento -> Yamada
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, magic
Summary: Magician Kento has a little problem. Solving it proves harder than expected.
Notes: For h_itoshi . This was a lot of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it!
The sun was nearing its highest point, casting almost no shadows across the land. The ancient castle on its twisted mountain looked almost friendly in the bright midday light, an impression that was almost certainly helped by the colourful roofs. Each roof tile had a different colour, which changed whenever the resident magician sneezed. Said magician was currently deep in research, exploring the depths of his library.
Kento hesitated, fingers carefully tracing the ancient letters under the accumulation of dust. Could this be-? Slowly, gently in case the ancient book fell apart at the least disturbance, Kento’s fingers closed around the irreplaceable tome and lifted it out of the shelf. Carrying it reverently, Kento tried not to sneeze at the dust stirred up by his passage - there were ancient protective magics all over these bookshelves and who knew how they would react to his little inconvenience?
Since he’d taken over the ancient castle along with its dungeons, library and menagerie, he’d encountered a surprising number of forbidden spells and unspeakable curses. Unravelling those safely would take years if not decades of his life, and he wasn’t going to ruin it all by getting himself accidentally cursed (again). Turning the lamp to shine more directly on the old, yellowing pages, Kento needed a moment to decipher the faded scrawl.
“The Grand Guide to Genie Summoning,” he read out loud. Could this be the one he’d been searching for? He’d been looking for a way to summon a very special genie for a long time - almost half his life now. One summer, years before his magic should have manifested, Kento had found a burned scroll with the remains of a ritual. He hadn’t been able to read it all, but enough to intrigue him. He’d been young and stupid. Now that Kento knew just how wrong it could have gone, he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes again. This time, he wouldn’t summon the genie in his bedroom with three candles and a drop of blood, he’d do it properly - preparation, protective circle, blessed candles, the whole spiel.
The only issue was that none of the publicly available genie summoning rituals described a genie that looked like Yamada. Genies were always described as towering, big and muscular, usually blue or purple skinned, often handsome and forbidding. None of the drawings were as pretty as Yamada’s sweet face, still so clear in Kento’s mind even after all these years. He was incredibly lucky that all he’d ended up with was a little inconvenient curse - sneezing butterflies made of light and rainbows was embarrassing, but nothing compared to what could have happened to him if anything other than a friendly genie had followed his summons.
Three hours later, Kento sneezed, breaking his concentration. This guide was incredible - it listed not only most of the known genies, it described in detail which other creatures could come through at the tiniest mistake. Demons. Ghouls. Imps. Things that had no names because no one who had encountered them had ever survived. Things that had no names because anyone who had seen them had gone insane. Things that had no names because so much as knowing their name gave them power over you.
Kento shuddered. He had to do this right, not just for his sake, but for his apprentices - if anything got loose in the castle, it might well eat them too after it was done with him. He scanned the list of necessary ingredients again - he had blessed candles, but he was out of spelling salt and a few other things. He snapped his fingers, creating a tiny, pink messenger bird which would last just long enough to find his apprentice and call him down here.
While he waited for the boy to arrive, he carefully wrote down the things needed. He really should have sent both of his apprentices together, but Sou was busy in the laboratory and some of these experiments were time sensitive. Kento shook his head, ignoring his worry. It was still daylight outside, so letting Marius go to Shori’s spell shop on his own would be good practice without too much danger, hopefully.
Marius bounced down the steps into the library, stirring up the ancient dust. Kento sneezed, once, twice, three times, creating an avalanche of rainbows and butterflies. The butterflies, made of light but still real for a short time, beat their wings in a panic, releasing rainbow dust. The rainbow butterflies’ dust made Kento sneeze again, unleashing another wave of rainbows, light and magic butterflies. With his eyes watering, Kento held his breath and quickly made a last note, then handed the shopping list to his assistant who waited as patiently as was possible for a teenager. “Take some gold from the box in my office, don’t forget your cell phone, don’t ride the unicorns, no matter how friendly they look, and try to be back before sunset when the dragons come out,” Kento wheezed out while blindly searching for some tissues.
“I’ll be careful,” Marius promised, bouncing on the balls of his feet. A trip to Shori’s spell shop was always an adventure, even if he was too young to ride a flying carpet on his own.
The sound of Kento sneezing followed Marius up the winding stairs from the library and dungeons to the main part of the castle. Placing his feet carefully, Marius made sure to hold on to the handrail. This part of the staircase was somehow always overgrown with pink moss and slippery, no matter how often he scrubbed the stairs. The moss growing across the electrical wires looked somewhat charred, giving Marius a new idea - what if he used electricity to free the stairs of moss completely? Down here in the cellars, the wires had just been laid on top of the ancient stone walls, while up higher, in the kitchens, dining hall and living quarters, someone had taken the time to integrate the wires safely into the stone. He hadn’t been studying long enough yet to know those spells, but perhaps Sou knew. Sou had come to Kento’s castle at the same time as him, but had been studying magic before that already.
Humming a tune, Marius waved at Sou as he passed the laboratory - Sou was distilling crocodile tears and watching a nature documentary on TV at the same time. Kento didn’t approve of multi-tasking like that, but manticores were Sou’s favourite creatures. Sou never missed a chance to learn more about them or even to simply watch the fascinating beasts, and so far he hadn’t made any mistakes.
His coat didn’t have enough pockets for gold, shopping list and all the things he needed to buy, so Marius borrowed one of Kento’s coats - the one that was too big for Kento, with the dramatic flare. With the gold coins clinking merrily in his pocket, Marius was soon on his way. Shori’s spell shop was just beyond the lake, less than half an hour away by walking - perfectly easy to get there and back with plenty of time to spare until sunset.
Things didn’t quite go as planned.
“What happened to your coat?” Shori asked, pouring the last of the death beetles back into their jar.
“Unicorns,” Marius gasped, leaning heavily against the door. “Did you know their eyes turn all red when they-”
“Uh huh,” Shori agreed. “That’s why you aren’t supposed to feed them, you could have lost a finger or two.”
Still out of breath, Marius picked up a shopping basket and pulled the list Kento had written out of his pocket. Most of it, anyway. One of the unicorns must have been nibbling on his pockets before he ran, because there were several chunks taken out of the list, but luckily most of the words were still intact. Wrinkling his nose both at Kento’s shaky handwriting and at some of the weirder items on the list, Marius wandered through the store, picking up things like a quarter ounce of dried hummingbird tongues, a packet of dust from an unlucky fairy’s wings and a twig of rosemary, picked under the full moon.
A hand was suddenly on his head, ruffling his hair. Marius squeaked, turning around wide eyed only to find Fujigaya smiling at him. Marius stammered a greeting. The flashy magician was a bit of a celebrity, famous for defeating the sphinx that had made the western mountain pass unusable for nearly a century, but he always found the time to chat a bit with Marius whenever they happened to meet. Distracted by hero worship, Marius didn’t pay much attention to what wandered into his shopping basket, 99% of his attention being focused on Fujigaya’s every word.
“Are you here on your own?” Fujigaya asked and Marius could hardly believe his luck when Fujigaya offered to fly him home. Fujigaya’s flying carpet was fast, one of the fastest he’d ever ridden on, and it was so pretty - pink leoprint, with precious gems sparkling in the patterns. Halfway home, Marius remembered that he’d forgotten his change, but didn’t worry about it. Shori could be trusted to keep his money safe until he could come pick it up.
While Marius was valiantly trying to keep his hero worship under control enough to act like a normal person, Kento was firing up the old copper boiler to heat up water for a bath. There were proper, modern bathrooms up in the castle, but before important spells and summonings, a bath in the old copper bathtub down here in the dungeon was safer - copper could not be spelled and adding a little salt to the bathwater would remove any residual spells on his body, except for his little curse problem. For this purpose, he always kept a quantity of wood down here, to heat the boiler with a simple fire instead of his usual heating spells. Cutting firewood was a useful punishment for his apprentices, who sometimes had more energy than common sense.
There was a weird spot of mold on the side of the bathtub, so while the water heated, Kento scrubbed the mold away and then cleaned the whole tub, making sure to go over each inch twice to be extra sure - he didn’t use this bathtub often, and apparently his apprentices were not as good at remembering to clean the out of the way rooms as he’d thought. He’d have to make sure to remind them more often. Learning magic was only one of the duties of an apprentice - learning how to deal with magic mold and other small, harmless magical plants, bugs and nuisances was another important part, good practice for later in life when they’d have to fight and tame things big enough to eat them.
Dust trickled his nose and Kento sneezed, turning the cleaning sponge prismatic and brittle. Shaking his head, Kento put the sponge away, glad that his little curse had waited until after he’d finished cleaning the tub. The fire was burning merrily, and the water should be hot by now. Kento stripped quickly, dropping his clothes in the laundry basket - for major spellcasting, brand new clothes were safest. New clothes hadn’t absorbed any of his aura yet and thus couldn’t be used against him if his summoning went wrong and something with bad intentions came through instead of the friendly and beautiful genie he remembered.
Fiddling with the faucets, Kento filled the bathtub with hot and cold water until it was full. He picked the nearly empty bag of spelling salt up and poured it into the warm water, then stirred it in with a copper stick before climbing into the tub. Sighing softly, he settled down to soak, letting his muscles relax and his mind drift. A tiny, nearly see-through hummingbird flew into the room and hovered before his face. Kento smiled, impressed - Sou was making a lot of progress, as this messenger spell was quite difficult.
“Marius is back with the shopping and I’m wrapping up with the crocodile tears,” the bird recited with Sou’s voice, then vanished in a little puff of smoke.
With a twirl of his fingers, Kento created a little sparkly butterfly. “Have Marius draw up a spelling circle for me. The places for the candles are marked. Then the two of you need to go to Koyama’s hotel for the night, for your own safety,” Kento instructed his little butterfly messenger, then sent it to find Sou.
His two apprentices would be safe at Koyama’s place - since Koyama regularly hosted mages and creatures of all kinds, there were strong wards around all the buildings and in each room, making it extremely unlikely that anything Kento might summon tonight would be able to even find them, let alone eat them if things went wrong for Kento. Besides, there were a number of rare creatures housed there, making it always a good place to learn something new.
With his apprentices take care of, Kento returned to enjoying his bath. The heat of the water soaked into his muscles, relaxing him bit by bit. Kento hummed happily. Until he’d gotten into the bath, he hadn’t quite realised how nervous he was, so the relaxing tension was quite a relief. His mind drifted, turning to his usual daydreams of Yamada’s pretty face, pale blue skin and fascinating magic. He’d only met the genie once, but he’d never forgotten, and the thought of finally meeting his crush again was enough to drive him to distraction. Shaking his head, Kento stood up, water streaming down his body. He dried off quickly, dropping the fluffy towels in the laundry basket before dressing in tight jeans and a t-shirt - magician robes were fancy and all, but trailing sleeves were a bad idea while spell-casting and loose robes were really not ideal for seduction. Not that he had much experience with that, as he was still a virgin. Who could ever compete with his dreams of Yamada?
The second biggest dungeon library had the outline of a protective circle etched into the stone floor. Kento generally used it for the more difficult summonings and spells, since magic circles worked best when they were perfectly circular and this one was so perfect that he was sure it hadn’t been drawn by a human. Even his clumsy teenage assistants could fill in the lines with salt and thus create a strong circle. Adding blessed candles and various holy symbols, as well as Kento’s own magic to imbue the salt with power, made it as safe as was possible. A summoning, even of a benevolent power, was never quite safe - there were always creatures of various degrees of evilness lurking on other planes, ready to jump on any tiny mistake to seize the chance to enter the human world.
Humming under his breath, Kento looked the circle over - the white salt filled the etched outline properly, with no breaks or weak spots. Marius had done a good job, though Sou had presumably helped set up the candles, since Marius hadn’t mastered the sticking spell required to attach them to the floor yet. Neither of the two apprentices had so far realized that the old human trick of dripping a bit of wax on the surface you wanted to stick a candle on still worked for magic candles. Smiling, Kento set up the herbs and the gold he would need for the summoning. A quick locator spell showed his apprentices well on their way to Koyama’s place. So far, so good.
Using his spelling dagger, he shaved tiny slivers off the bar of gold, throwing them into the fire one by one - the fire shouldn’t have been hot enough to melt gold, but the spell he was singing would, if done right, transmute the gold into energy which would be used to lend strength to his summoning. Reciting the three songs of summoning he’d memorized from the The Grand Guide to Genie Summoning, he walked around the outside of the circle, making sure to stay the same distance from the salt at all times. His hands drew patterns in the air, his long fingers braiding the magic, bending energy to his will.
Drawing a deep breath, Kento let his words flow between the worlds. “Come to me,” he chanted, rainbows trailing through the air, twisting around his words. “Come!”
Smoke welled up from the middle of the circle, a slowly expanding cloud. It was dark, the darkness only broken by little flashes of yellow and blue, zig-zagging energy flitting through the drifting smoke. A figure slowly materialized, taller than he remembered. Wings, an impossible number of wings, loose feathers floating to the ground.
The scent of brimstone tickled his nostrils, so Kento held his breath - sneezing on whatever he had summoned might not be a good idea at all. The… person, he realized, was definitely not Yamada. Was, in fact, not a genie at all. For one, the colour scheme was all wrong. For another, he had horns and big, beautifully feathered wings. The being spread his wings, taking up a lot more space than Kento would have thought possible. Kento blanched. Two sets of wings. Two pairs. Feathers black at night. Combined with the elegantly spiralling horns and the slit-pupiled eyes, there was only one possible conclusion. Demon. He’d summoned a demon into his dungeon, entirely by accident.
Kento glanced down in alarm. The protective circle he’d had his assitant draw was well done and all, but it wasn’t at all designed to hold a demon. The line of salt was thick at least, the circle round and nearly perfect, without any obvious holes. The candles were only beeswax, but they had been blessed, he’d made sure of that. There was still a chance that he might survive this.
“S-speak, demon!” Kento demanded, trying to keep his voice firm. He’d read about this… what was he supposed to say again? And why was the demon grinning at him like that? “What is your name?”
The demon looked him up and down slowly, eyes traveling over every inch of Kento’s body until Kento’s cheeks felt quite hot. Flustered, he crossed his arms, not at all used to that much attention, especially not from a demon. The demon was quite attractive actually, now that the cloud of sulfur and shadows wasn’t hiding his face. His lips were very full and Kento caught himself wondering what it would feel like to kiss those plush lips. The demon’s eyebrow rose mockingly and Kento’s blush deepened, mortified - the demon had either picked the thought right out of his head or possibly it had been transparently visible on his face.
“You can call me Fuma,” the demon finally replied, turning around with a rustle of wings to look around the dungeon, eyeing the mold on the walls and the dust on the shelves. “Nice place,” he said mockingly.
Kento’s blush deepened. “I only took this castle over a few years ago, the mold infestation has been here for centuries,” he explained sheepishly. Then he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts - why was he apologizing to a demon about the lack of housekeeping? Demons ate people, that guy was in no position to criticize the cleanliness of his dungeons. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just… send you back where you came from, okay?”
Fuma shrugged his shoulders, black wings shifting with the graceful movement. “I’m already here, might as well make the best of things, hm?”
Eyes glowing, Fuma bent down and swiped his finger through the line of salt. Frozen, all Kento could do was stare as the demon broke his protective circle as if it was nothing, nothing at all. Shouldn’t there have been a flash, a crackle of broken magic, the smell of ozone? Fuma’s tongue snaked out, licking the salt off his finger. The smile Fuma gave him would have sent Kento running for the hills if his legs had obeyed him, but his muscles had turned to jelly and Kento knew that if he tried to do even one step, he’d end up helpless on the floor. If he was going to die, he wanted to die on his feet at least.
“Sweet,” Fuma murmured, stepping across the protective circle as if it wasn’t there at all. With slow, steady steps, Fuma advanced on Kento while Kento was frozen in place. Fuma finally stopped in front of Kento, his wings blotting out the light. “I have met any number of mortals, but none have tried to bind me with sugar yet.”
“S-sugar?!” Kento stammered. Damn it all. If he survived this, his apprentice would get a lecture he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. How did you mistake sugar for spelling salt? Brain working fast, Kento tried to find a way to turn this around, to take control of the situation. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Kento, Wizard and Alchemist,” he introduced himself, his voice only shaking a little.
Fuma sketched a mock bow. “My pleasure. I’m Fuma, demon and eater of souls.” Fuma’s grin exposed sharp looking fangs, and Kento was almost certain that the tongue he’d glimpsed there wasn’t the usual human shape either.
“Would you like a tour of the castle? It’s quite spectacular,” Kento offered, trying his most charming grin.
“Maybe later.” Fuma stepped right into Kento’s personal space, forked tongue darting out to taste the air. “Why does your magic taste like that?”
“Sorry?” Kento asked. “My… magic?”
“Your magic tastes like… skittles,” Fuma explained, eyes glittering darkly in amusement. “Colour and sweetness, not entirely human. Yet your blood smells human and your soul,” the demon’s nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, “smells pure and good. You’re a virgin, wizard. So why do I taste wild magic?”
His magic tasted like skittles? Kento put that information away to examine later and focused on the matter at hand. “That might be my curse,” he admitted. “When I was young and stupid, I accidentally summoned a genie, who cursed me to sneeze butterflies and rainbows.”
“Butterflies,” Fuma repeated, tongue flicking out again. “Show me.”
“I can’t do it on purpose, I have to sneeze. It’s not under my control.”
Fuma rolled his eyes. “So sneeze.”
“Uh…” Kento had never tried to sneeze on purpose, but if he judged the demon’s posture correctly, his life probably depended on it. Right now, the demon was intrigued, but if Fuma got bored, he might well decide that a bit of slaughter and blood would brighten his day right up. “There’s dust in my library, follow me,” Kento suggested.
With the demon trailing after him like an overgrown, amused duckling, Kento descended the stairs to the oldest library with the dustiest, most ancient books. Stepping carefully to avoid the slippery patches of colourful moss that kept growing no matter how often his apprentices scrubbed these stairs, Kento descended at a fast pace, the demon following just as quickly. “Skip the second to last step, it’s a trap,” Kento said, jumping over the cursed step.
A rustle of wings, and a moment later Fuma landed next to him, clearly having flown the last bit. “How’d you get this place? Did you murder the former owner?” Fuma asked, looking around at the ancient books, forked tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the air.
“Sort of,” Kento admitted. “An evil necromancer had been living here for a couple of centuries, I defeated him and the council gave me the castle as reward. I’m supposed to find and unravel all the evil curses and stuff, but it’s slow work.”
Humming approval, Fuma wandered around the library, occasionally sniffing at a book or trailing a finger through some dust while Kento watched and tried not to fidget. Demons could only stay in the human world until sunrise, so every minute the demon spent looking through the library was a minute in Kento’s favour, making his chances of surviving this little encounter go up. Demonology was one of the least studied magic sciences, so not much was known about demons and how to handle them. Few people called demons up on purpose and even fewer survived, and people who called them up by accident were generally too nervous to give a good report on what had gone down. The one thing Kento knew for sure was that you had to be a virgin to summon a demon, which was one of the main reasons why people only could do it once - resisting a demon’s sex appeal was practically impossible, especially for a virgin. Even though Fuma didn’t seem to pay any attention to him, Kento’s skin tingled as if he was being watched and he would swear he could feel the demon’s hot breath against his neck even though Fuma was at the other end of the room, sorting through old books.
“Are you going to sneeze or not?” Fuma finally demanded, vanishing three of the books with a snap of his fingers. “You don’t mind if I borrow these.”
“Help yourself,” Kento agreed. There were more books down here than he could ever read in a lifetime, if Fuma thought he could use some of these, he was welcome to them. No point in hoarding knowledge he’d never get around to using anyway. Now about the sneezing… he brushed his fingers over the back of one dusty, old book, stirring up a thick cloud of dust. His nose tingled, but the urge to sneeze failed to materialize. He sighed. Every other time he’d been in this library, he’d sneezed a dozen times before he even got halfway to the second shelf, but the one time he needed to…
“Try this,” Fuma said, suddenly right in front of Kento.
‘This’ turned out to be one of Fuma’s feathers. The feather was a dark, glossy black, like the night sky if there was no moon and not a single star to break the emptiness. The feather was soft against Kento’s fingers, almost silky, and smooth enough that he had to be careful not to let it slip and fall to the floor. Would the demon consider it disrespectful if Kento dropped his feather? Better not to find out. Carefully, Kento raised the feather and tickled the inside of his nose with his, the urge to sneeze slowly building up. When he finally sneezed, there was no stopping him, sneeze after sneeze coming out in a row, rainbow butterflies and streaks of colourful light flying everywhere.
Eyes watering, Kento finally managed to stop by holding his breath. When he could pry his eyes back open, the floor around him was bright, glittering in all the colours of the rainbow. Butterflies were all over the library, fluttering around, except for one bright pink butterfly caught between Fuma’s fingers. Fuma was sniffing at it, eyes glowing red like banked embers. With a quick motion, Fuma flicked the butterfly into his mouth and chewed down.
Licking his lips, Fuma grinned at Kento. “Your magic is delicious.”
“Thanks?” Kento replied, unsure if that was a compliment. Being told that he was tasty by someone perfectly capable of eating him alive wasn’t exactly reassuring, though perhaps there was a possibility here. “Hey, do you know how I can get rid of this curse?”
Still licking his full lips, Fuma just grinned at Kento. Kento waited patiently until Fuma laughed, wings shaking, and answered. “It’s braided all around your magic. Can you see energy?”
Kento shook his head. A few times, in high stress situations or when he had a high fever, he’d been able to see strands of energy and flecks of magic, but normally those were as invisible to him as to everyone else. When he explained this to Fuma, Fuma rolled his eyes and muttered something Kento didn’t quite catch..
“I might as well teach you how to open your third eye,” Fuma finally said out loud, “if I’m stuck here anyway.”
“You’re stuck?” Kento asked in surprise.
Fuma waved his hand as if batting at invisible chains. “Your summons keeps me here until sunrise,” he explained.
“I’m sorry!” Kento blurted out, “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you?”
Fuma’s grin turned decidedly lascivious at that. “I might have an idea or two, yes.”
Fuma’s fingers brushed over his cheek surprisingly gently before cupping the back of Kento’s head. By this point, Kento knew exactly what Fuma was after, so he met him halfway, lips parted in anticipation. At the first touch of Fuma’s lip, a shock went through Kento, like static electricity and overloading magic. Kento clutched at Fuma’s shirt, holding on for dear life as they kissed. Fuma’s lips were so soft and Fuma smelled surprisingly good for a demon, the scent of brimstone having faded away to leave behind hints of honey and vanilla. Kento vaguely wondered if it was the scent of Fuma’s shampoo he was smelling. Did demons shower? Did they bathe in the blood of innocents, then slap on some vanilla perfume to fool the next mortal they encountered?
It wasn’t Kento’s first kiss or anything like that, but it was so different, like night and day. He felt warm, almost hot, and he wasn’t at all sure if that was just because Fuma was such a good kisser or if there was some demon magic at play. Even through the slick fabric of Fuma’s shirt, Kento could feel the heat of Fuma’s skin - one of the few things known about demons was that they were hot, a few degrees above the normal temperature for humans.
Fuma snapped his fingers, making his shirt vanish in a puff of smoke. Kento gasped in surprise, less at the show of magic and more at the smoothness of Fuma’s skin under his fingers. Unable to stop himself, Kento let his hands wander, exploring Fuma’s muscled body. Especially Fuma’s firm abs held his attention as he ran his fingers over the hard muscles over and over until Fuma chuckled into the kiss. Embarrassed, Kento broke the kiss and kissed along Fuma’s jaw, determined to show Fuma that he wasn’t completely inexperienced - while he hadn’t had sex yet, he’d made out with quite a number of people back before he’d passed his wizarding test. Wizardry students were one of the horniest groups of people and the only reason Kento hadn’t gone all the way despite plenty of offers was that he’d been hoping to find that special someone that made his heart sing, but no one like that had ever appeared. Until now. Kento chuckled ruefully - it was just like his luck that the person he felt most drawn to happened to be a probably evil demon.
Kento nibbled on Fuma’s ear, amused to find that the tip of it was subtly pointed. “Are demons related to elfs?” he asked.
Fuma chuckled. “Not as far as I know. Why are you still dressed?”
“I don’t know how to vanish clothes with magic,” Kento admitted.
Shaking his head, presumably at the foolishness of human mages, Fuma took a hold of Kento’s right hand. “Open your mind, let me in. I can show you how.”
Kento swallowed hard. Letting a demon into his head was just about the most dangerous thing he’d ever considered doing, but it was the fastest way to learn - it would allow Fuma to guide his mind, his powers and show him directly what to do and how. Taking the plunge, he opened his inner barriers. Fuma’s mind swept in like a black cloud, all drifting feathers and the combined scent of honey and ash, wrapping around Kento’s thoughts like a snake.
WATCH, Fuma’s voice boomed in his head. Kento watched, awed, as Fuma moved Kento’s fingers in an intricate pattern, shaping Kento’s magic with his will. Kento’s shirt vanished, then reappeared a moment later. The slithering touch of Fuma’s mind withdrew, leaving Kento alone and unharmed in his head. “Ohh,” Kento gasped, “wow.”
Fuma grinned at him. “Can you do it?”
“I think so…” Kento murmured, remembering. He moved his fingers, following the pattern Fuma had shown him, concentrating his magic as he did. His shirt flickered, then vanished from existence. “Yes! I did it!”
“Mmh, good,” Fuma praised, ducking his head to lick at Kento’s left nipple. A startled moan escaped Kento’s lips and he reached blindly for Fuma, fingers closing around a handful of feather. Soft. Silky. Kento had been curious about Fuma’s wings since Fuma first appeared, so he wasn’t about to let this chance to sate his curiosity pass by. He trailed his fingers over the smooth feathers, gentle fingertips exploring the whole length of Fuma’s raven black wings, from the tips of his wings to the base. Where the wings connected to Fuma’s back, the skin was incredibly soft, so Kento caressed it with his fingertips, marveling at the feel of it. Fuma moaned quietly, which Kento more felt than heard as Fuma’s lips were still pressed against his skin, moving steadily down his chest to nip at his tummy.
Changing the magic pattern just slightly, Kento vanished his pants as easily as he’d vanished his shirt. Humming approval, Fuma went on his knees and grinned up at Kento. “Did you know that demon saliva is an aphrodisiac?”
“Is it?” Kento asked, only half listening. Fuma on his knees, shirtless and with his full lips red and kiss-swollen, was incredibly appealing. Who needed magic aphrodisiacs when he was already so turned on that he was almost going out of his skin with want? “Are you sure you’re a demon? You look so fine, you could be an angel sent to test me with your beauty.”
Fuma laughed, startled by the cheese line. “I guess I’m doing it wrong if you’re still talking nonsense,” he murmured, his face close enough to Kento’s hips that his breath was puffing against Kento’s dick. When Kento whimpered in reply, Fuma licked a slow stripe up the length of Kento’s erection, then swirled his tongue around the tip.
Cheeks bright pink, Kento tried his best to stay calm. A few guys had touched his dick before, but no one had licked it, ever. He hadn’t known it could be so good, feel so divine. He wasn’t sure what do with with his hands - should he touch Fuma’s hair, Fuma’s horns? The horns were actually quite interesting - slender and elegant, not like he’d imagined demon horns to look. While Fuma nuzzled his dick, Kento carefully touched Fuma’s horns, staying away from the pointy looking tips to follow the winding horns down to Fuma’s hair. Fuma’s hair was another surprise. It wasn’t quite as soft as Kento had assumed, but it was springy, curling back into shape after Kento’s fingers passed through it.
When Fuma finally stopped teasing and took Kento’s dick in his mouth, Kento dug his fingers into Fuma’s hair to hold on. His legs were getting shaky and he wished the wall were close enough that he could lean against it, but he wasn’t about to ask Fuma to stop. He wanted it too much, and if he ended up collapsing on the floor, well, so be it. He was willing to take that risk. Fuma’s mouth was hot and wet, absolutely perfect. The clever way Fuma’s tongue moved against his dick drove Kento absolutely crazy, pleasure flowing through him at every touch, every breath, every single movement. Fuma bobbed his head, taking Kento’s dick in deep each time. At the same time, he caressed Kento’s balls with knowing fingers until Kento couldn’t hold it anymore. With a moan of Fuma’s name, Kento came, his come spilling hotly over Fuma’s tongue. Fuma drank it all down, continuing his caresses until Kento stopped shivering.
Drawing back, Fuma let Kento’s dick slip out of his mouth with a wet plop. “Mmh, your come is as tasty as your magic,” the demon informed Kento.
Kento giggled. “Your tongue! I’m so sorry, my… my come has turned your tongue rainbow!”
Fuma blinked, breaking into laughter. “Your curse can even affect demons?” he asked, sounding intrigued.
“It seems so,” Kento agreed, brushing his thumb over Fuma’s rainbow stained lips. Fuma nipped at him, fangs drawing blood.
“Now how do you plan on getting me off, hm?” Fuma asked, still on his knees, licking Kento’s blood from the corner of his mouth.
“You could fuck me,” Kento blurted out quickly, before he could change his mind. Even if he had only one night with Fuma, he wanted to give his virginity to Fuma and no one else.
A snap of Fuma’s fingers conjured a jar of sweet smelling oil. The nails on two of Fuma’s fingers shortened and lost their pointy tips, making them as harmless as human fingers when Fuma dipped them into the oil. Kento didn’t think he could keep his balance much longer, so he pulled Fuma’s hair. “I’ve got a bed upstairs,” he told Fuma.
“Hm,” Fuma made, considering it. “Fine.” Fuma wrapped his arms around and Kento then launched himself into the air, strong wings beating. Kento squeaked, wrapping his arms around Fuma’s neck in surprised.
“The roof!” he yelped, closing his eyes before the expected impact. The impact never came. Opening one eye carefully, he saw grey. Grey stone all around. Fuma was flying through the mountain the castle was built in, passing through rock as if it was nothing. Kento clung tight to Fuma, afraid of what might happen to him if Fuma let go off him while they were inside the rock. All four of Fuma’s black wings were moving, carrying them upwards steadily, until they reached the great hall.
“You scream like a banshee,” Fuma commented, setting Kento down on his feet.
Kento sank to the floor, his legs like jelly. “Warn a guy! That was scary,” he gasped.
“Pff, you think I’d get stuck? Please, I’m not a kid.” Fuma waved Kento’s concerns off.
“I can see that,” Kento replied, suddenly very aware of Fuma’s dick. Since he was sitting on the floor, he could get a good, close look, because Fuma had somehow lost his pants while passing through the floor. Kento swallowed, eyes fixed on Fuma’s dick - it was big, bigger than his own, and somehow really appealing. He wanted to touch it, lick it, wanted to feel it inside him… he rose with shaky legs, holding on to Fuma for support to keep from falling right back over. “Come on, there’s a couch over here.”
His bedroom was several stairs up and he was NOT going to let Fuma carry him through rock and stone again, but his legs weren’t exactly steady enough to carry him upstairs the old fashioned way either. Luckily a bed wasn’t exactly necessary. The couch in the reading room was perfectly serviceable, quite wide and comfortable. It would do. Kento flopped down on the couch, his legs too shaky to hold him up any longer than absolutely necessary. Grinning, Fuma pounced on him, pinning him down.
This kiss was more urgent than the earlier one, all tongues and teeth and wandering hands. Fuma’s fangs nicked Kento’s lips at least twice, but Kento couldn’t have cared less about the mild sting of it. He wanted, needed Fuma to just take him already. Before he could beg, Fuma drew back and conjured up the jar of oil once more, or perhaps it was a different jar than the one he’d left behind down in the dungeons. Fuma dipped his fingers in the oil, then touched slick, hot fingers to Kento’s thigh, urging him to spread his legs.
Blushing, Kento did so, only a little embarrassed at the knowledge that Fuma could see all of him, even parts that no one else had ever seen before. Fuma was surprisingly gentle for a demon, rubbing plenty of lube on Kento’s hole before pressing the first finger inside. Kento hissed at the intrusion, but it wasn’t actually all that uncomfortable, just unexpected. He’d never even fingered himself, so having somebody else’s fingers inside him was exceptionally strange.
Fuma gently pushed his finger in and out, exploring Kento’s inner walls gently until the strangeness of it vanished. By the time Fuma pushed the third finger into him, Kento was panting again, his dick hard and dripping precome. It felt so good, he wasn’t sure if that was natural or if the oil Fuma was using was spelled to create arousal. “Please,” he begged, not even sure what he was asking for.
“Begging already?” Fuma teased, but pulled his fingers free. More oil went onto Fuma’s dick before Fuma lined himself up with Kento’s hole. “Brace yourself, this might sting a bit. I promise it gets better.”
“Yes,” Kento agreed, aware that he was babbling but unable to stop. “Please, Fuma.”
Slowly, gently, Fuma pushed into Kento. Kento gasped, fingers digging into the couch. It stung, but it felt good too, to be filled, to have Fuma’s hot, hard demon cock inside him. Slowly, inch by delicious inch, Fuma pushed in deeper. Kento groaned, unable to form words - the experience was overwhelming, robbing him of the ability to think, let alone speak. It wasn’t much later that Fuma stopped, sheathed completely inside Kento’s tight body, but it could as well have been years.
“Breathe, Kento,” Fuma ordered, and Kento realized that he’d been holding his breath for the last little while.
Taking a deep breath, Kento relaxed around Fuma’s dick. The heat of it was surprising, it seemed as if Fuma’s demonic dick was even warmer than the rest of his body. Did that mean it was even more unholy?
Fuma chose that moment to move, snapping his hips. The thrust drove the thoughts right out of Kento’s mind. Pleasure, hot and sharp, shot through him and he gasped, reaching for Fuma to hold on. Fuma cooperated, leaning in close enough for Kento’s grasping hands to catch a hold of him. Arms wrapping tight around Fuma’s neck, Kento held on tight as Fuma fucked him into the couch, pounding his tight, virgin ass until Kento was about ready to go out of his mind with pleasure.
It got even better when Fuma worked a hand between them, pumping Kento’s cock in time with his thrusts. All Kento could do was moan and hold on, helplessly lost on a wave of pleasure. Toes curling, Kento came, clamping tight around Fuma’s rock-hard demon cock. His moans were muffled by Fuma’s lips against his and his rainbow-coloured semen stained Fuma’s hand, turning each finger a different colour. Fuma didn’t slow down at all, fucking Kento deep and hard while Kento shivered and moaned, each thrust prolonging Kento’s orgasm until Kento was dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure. When Fuma finally came, Kento gasped in shock - Fuma’s body might have been warmer than usual, but Fuma’s come was icy cold.
While they rested, Kento took the opportunity to play with Fuma’s wings some more. He really liked those silky soft feathers and the way Fuma’s wings fluttered softly at his touch was sort of adorable as well.
“Okay, about that curse,” Fuma began, sitting up. “Tell me how you got it. In my experience, genies don’t usually curse people.”
Demons lived hundreds of years, Kento remembered, so Fuma’s experience counted for quite a bit. He recounted the tale, explaining old memories as best he could. Fuma’s eyebrows rose when he dwelt a bit too long on Yamada’s pretty, pretty face, making Kento blush and rush on to the next part. The spells Yamada had taught him caught Fuma’s attention and he made Kento repeat these several times, memorizing them. When Kento described the curse, Fuma grinned.
“It’s clear to me that human mages are horribly behind on even the most basic magic, but since you learned to vanish your shirt in just a couple of minutes there’s hope for you yet. Let's go back to your library, with a poke or two even a human should be able to figure out how to unbraid a simple energy curse,” Fuma said, jumping to his feet. The demon’s clothes appeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him ready to go.
Kento took a bit longer to summon first his shirt, then his pants, but was soon ready as well. On the way down to the dungeons, he stopped by the kitchen and got some food, which Fuma heartily approved of. Apparently fresh fruit was hard to get in hell, so Fuma munched his way through apples and pears instead of the bloody steak Kento had expected him to go for.
Research proved both easier and harder than Kento had expected - with Fuma’s guidance, he found the relevant texts quite quickly and Fuma was more than willing to explain anything Kento didn’t immediately get, but it wasn’t easy to concentrate when his skin still burned with the memory of Fuma’s touches. It wasn’t often that you got a chance to study curses with the help of a demon, so Kento really, really needed to concentrate, to listen, to pay attention, but Fuma’s full lips were so tempting… he wanted to kiss those pouty lips, wanted to run his hands all over Fuma’s wings, wanted to ride Fuma’s dick until they were both exhausted.
He did none of these things, focusing on the dusty books and the rainbow butterflies produced by his sneezing. Visualize the lines of energy, he told himself. Open your mind’s eye. He stared at Fuma, trying to visualize the field of magic Fuma had shown him earlier. Slowly, his view shifted, the sparkly magic becoming visibly though it was flickery and prone to vanish from his sight as soon as his concentration lessened.
Fuma raised his hand, tendrils of black trailing after his claw-like fingernails. Kento gasped when these tendrils wrapped around one of the rainbow butterflies, caging it - now he knew how Fuma could touch the butterflies, when he’d never been able to catch one in all the years they had haunted him. Now that the butterfly was in Fuma’s hand, Kento could shift his mind to really see it, see the flecks of light that made up the butterfly’s animation. He followed those tendrils of light back, eyes widening in surprise when he found them attached to his chest, right over his heart.
“Not bad,” Fuma praised, letting go off the butterfly.
Kento blinked at him, his normal vision returning. The sight of his own magic, tangled with the genie's curse, had been more fascinating than expected, but he felt drained, exhausted from using his mind view for so long. “Could we take a break? Just a few minutes,” he panted, flopping down onto a chair as soon as Fuma nodded agreement.
Fuma had eaten most of the fruit during the hours of research, but there was still some food left, so Kento tucked in, only realizing how hungry he was once he started eating. He’d used a lot more energy than he’d thought and he had lost track of time as well. “It’s almost sunrise.”
Fuma tilted his head, eyes unfocusing for a moment. “So it is,” he agreed, dusting off his hands to get rid of cookie crumbs. “Let's speed this up, hm?” With that, Fuma reached out, his hands slipping into Kento’s chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
There was no pain, no blood, and a moment later, when Fuma’s hand reappeared with a few strands of light caught in his grip, Kento realized that it hadn’t been Fuma’s actual hand at all - it was an energy manifestation of Fuma’s hand, dipping into the centre of his magic to… to do what?
Fuma brought the strands of light to his mouth and sucked them in, chewing contentedly. “Sweet,” Fuma hummed, wings fluttering excitedly. “I knew your curse would be sweet as sugar.”
“You… ate the curse?!” Kento demanded, startled. If Fuma was able to just take the curse off him this whole time, then why-
Fuma grinned. “Can’t be too helpful, now can I? What kind of demon would I be if I helped people at the drop of a hat?”
Laughing, Kento shook his head. Nothing had gone the way he’d expected tonight, but he was glad to have met Fuma. “I guess this is goodbye,” he said, trying to keep the sadness from his voice. Only virgins could summon demons. He’d never see Fuma again.
Fuma snorted, clearly following Kento’s train of thought. A piece of paper appeared out of nothing and dropped into Kento’s hand. A string of numbers was written on it in a neat hand. When Kento only blinked at the paper, Fuma rolled his eyes. “My number. Call me, idiot. You think I can’t go anywhere I want?”
“You’ve got cellphone reception in hell?”
Fuma snickered, his form fading away slowly as the sun’s first rays began to creep across the sky. “More than likely I’ve got better coverage than you. Who do you think draws up those hellish contracts?”
With that he was gone. A cloud of sulfur was all that remained of Fuma, that and the slip of paper in Kento’s hand. Shaking his head at the way his life was turning out, Kento climbed the stairs to find his phone - he had a date with a demon to arrange, which was about the last thing he’d expected when he’d gotten up this morning. His curse was gone, Yamada had been supplanted in his heart, and perhaps most unexpected of all, he’d gotten a demon’s phone number.