His (ch. 2)
Title: His
Chapter: 2/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: See, here's the problem. I want Skittles, but I don't have money. If I owned the GazettE I'd be rich enough to buy Skittles. I don't.
Comment: Aaaaaaallriiiiight.
Short chapter is short, I'm sorry about that. I'm also sorry it took me longer than I expected to finish this. This weekend is fully booked, but I may be able to update next week again. With that said, enjoy!
The bathroom in Aoi's apartment was rather big. The sink was surrounded by cupboards and cabinets, and Uruha was looking through all of them. He found several kinds of make-up, a razor, shaving foam, various hair products, different types of soap and lotions, a toothbrush, toothpaste, towels and finally what he was looking for: clean wipes.
Wiping the make-up off his face, Uruha pinned his hair up, turning the sink on and throwing some water in his face. Uruha was still amazed at how much stuff Aoi actually owned. Did demons even need any of this? Uruha found himself brushing his teeth and wondering if demons grew facial hair. How did you even become a demon? Were you born one? Or were you 'made' one, like in vampire movies?
Too tired to shower, Uruha simply washed his face once more, drying himself with a clean towel and going back to the living room. He threw his hands in the air in defeat when he saw his clothes strewn about, his completely destroyed top in shreds on the floor, his skirt in a heap by his dirty thong and ripped stockings. Sighing, he decided to just sleep in the nude. The windows in the apartment were relatively small, and they were on the 12th floor after all, he doubted anyone would be staring at him through the window.
Uruha was quite relieved to find a blanket neatly folded on the armrest. He lay down on the couch, pulling the blanket over himself. It wasn't very warm, but it was better than nothing. It was a rather big couch, so he could stretch out and find a relatively comfortable position. A clock hanging on the wall told Uruha it was almost 4 A.M., and he fell asleep right away.
~
Uruha woke up around midday. His limbs were aching and his ass was sore, but it was a good kind of pain, and Uruha didn't mind. Stretching out a couple of times before heading to the bathroom, he took a shower, shaving his legs and face as instructed and washing his hair. He found a blow-dryer and dried his hair, going through his usual morning ritual before tying his hair up in a tight ponytail.
It seemed Aoi wasn't awake yet, so Uruha headed to the kitchen, and just like Aoi said, on the counter there was a small box of pills. Some kind of vitamins or something. Uruha didn't really care, he unscrewed the cap and gulped a pill down with lots of water. Deciding he might as well have lunch now, Uruha looked in the fridge for any food he could make. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he found some cheese he liked and sliced some bread. The kitchen was spacious, with a table and four chairs on one end, and Uruha sat down and ate in silence.
Big apartment, nice guy. Uruha could definitely like it here. The couch was a bit hard, but he supposed it was okay. He had just started on his third slice of bread when he heard a door close somewhere in the apartment, and then footsteps moving through the living room.
Aoi walked into the kitchen, smiling when he saw Uruha sitting by the table, eating lunch completely naked. He was greeted with a “Good morning, Master,” and he nodded back, taking a seat opposite Uruha.
“What size are you?” Aoi asked, and when Uruha told him, he was relieved that he probably had some clothes already that would fit. He watched silently while Uruha finished his lunch.
“Two friends of mine are coming over later. Demons. One of them will bring his pet, so I'll expect you to make dinner for him.”
A lot of questions were racing through Uruha's head, but oddly the first one he asked was “Are all your friends gay?” Aoi's brows knitted together, and Uruha quickly added an “Aoi-sama”.
“Most of them.”
Uruha nodded, before asking another question. “Will they feed from me?”
“Maybe. Depends on how hungry they are.”
“Anything else I should know beforehand, Master? Any special rules?”
“Reita is mostly nice unless you anger him. He doesn't have a pet of his own, but he enjoys fucking around with anything on two legs. Ruki, however, is one of the most vicious demons I've ever met. He's cruel, sadistic and a narcissistic diva, but deep down, he's actually a good guy. He's got a human pet called Kai, who will probably be here tonight.”
Uruha nodded. “I'm guessing I'll address them as '-Sama'.”
“Yes, unless they tell you otherwise.” Aoi watched as Uruha cleaned off the table, putting his plate in the dishwasher before turning to look at Aoi. Aoi got up from the chair, coming to stand in front of Uruha. “Kneel.”
Uruha obeyed, folding his legs under him, looking down at the floor and crossing his arms behind his back. He felt Aoi's hand petting his head, stroking his hair softly. Letting out a soft sigh, Uruha spread his legs and leaned back on his heels.
“Such an eager pet you are,” Aoi chuckled, watching as Uruha's cock started slowly rising between his legs.
Uruha blushed slightly, enjoying Aoi's gaze on his body. The way Aoi was staring at him from above, still fully dressed, was turning Uruha on more than he'd thought. Then Aoi slid his sweatpants down his hips, revealing his half-hard cock. “Suck,” he commanded, rubbing the tip over Uruha's lips.
Uruha parted his lips, taking the head of Aoi's cock into his mouth and sucking on it, enjoying the taste more than he'd expected to. He felt a hand at the back of his neck, nudging his head forward, forcing him to take more of Aoi's cock. He tried to relax, breathing through his nose, then started bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard.
Aoi groaned, rubbing Uruha's neck affectionately. Uruha pulled back to tease the head of Aoi's cock with his tongue, looking up at Aoi through his eyelashes. Aoi grinned and grabbed Uruha's ponytail, yanking on his hair to get him to open his lips and thrusting in and out of Uruha's mouth. After a while, Aoi pulled out of Uruha's mouth, stroking his dick lazily while staring down at Uruha.
Uruha was panting when Aoi pulled away from him, and his cock was begging for attention. Uruha didn't dare touch himself, and he turned pleading eyes to Aoi, who then chuckled. “Get on all fours,” he ordered.
It wasn't long until Uruha felt two slick fingers nudging his entrance, and he pushed back against them, earning his ass a slap from Aoi. “Keep still.” Uruha groaned as Aoi pushed his fingers inside Uruha's ass slowly, teasing every little bundle of nerves to life. He added a third finger and started scissoring them, stretching Uruha wide.
Soon Aoi's fingers located that sweet spot inside Uruha, rubbing against it and coaxing several moans out of him. Then Aoi pulled his fingers out, and Uruha whined at the loss of pleasure.
Aoi slapped Uruha's ass a couple more times, and with each spank Uruha moaned even louder. “Want me to fuck you?” Uruha nodded. “Then beg me.”
Uruha rubbed his ass against Aoi's groin, moaning loudly for show. “Please, Master, I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me hard, I want it so bad.”
Aoi grabbed Uruha's hips, holding him in place as he pushed his cock slowly inside of him. Uruha let out a long moan that turned into a shriek when Aoi pulled back and slammed back in immediately, starting up a rough pace. All that could be heard was Uruha's moans and the slapping of skin against skin, and it was so vulgar it only turned Uruha on even more. He pushed back to meet Aoi's thrusts, screaming in pleasure when Aoi rammed into his prostate, hitting it repeatedly.
Uruha was so hard he felt like he could burst at any moment. His cock was aching between his legs, and Uruha was getting desperate to come. “Master, let me come, please,” he managed to gasp out between moans.
Aoi chuckled and continued fucking Uruha, having difficulty speaking himself. “Not yet.”
After what seemed like an eternity, Aoi's hips started losing their rhythm, and he pulled out to come all over Uruha's ass, coating it with his seed. He milked himself dry, then reached around Uruha's body, stroking his cock slowly, enough to give pleasure, but not enough to make him come.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Y-You, Aoi-sama,” Uruha gasped, almost bucking his hips into Aoi's hands.
Aoi sped up his strokes, jerking Uruha faster.“Good boy. Come for me.” Uruha wouldn't have been able to hold back if he had tried, and he moaned lewdly as he came on the kitchen floor, completely exhausted.
~
After they had taken a shower to clean up, Aoi found some clothes for Uruha to wear. Black leather pants and a black silk shirt. It seemed almost formal, and Uruha had just stared at the garments for a while before he remembered that Aoi was having guests over.
Before Uruha could start getting dressed, however, Aoi ordered him to bend over the couch. Uruha did, stretching his neck to look over his shoulder. Aoi had gotten a few more things from the bedroom, and Uruha watched as Aoi slicked up a thick butt-plug with lube.
“What's that for, Master?”
“A little something for you to be enjoying tonight.” Aoi grinned and walked over to Uruha, burying the plug inside his ass and making sure it stayed in place. “I thought we might make the evening a bit more interesting.”
Uruha stood up and moved around experimentally, getting used to the feeling of having something moving inside his ass while he walked. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it felt good nonetheless, and Uruha moaned as Aoi reached behind his legs to play with it, shifting it around in Uruha's ass.
“And just to make sure that you don't come before I let you...” Before Uruha could figure out what that meant, Aoi had slipped a tight ring around his now erect cock. Uruha yelped in surprise, feeling the ring constricting his cock painfully.
“There. All set.” Aoi threw Uruha a pair of black boxers, and Uruha put them on, then the pants and shirt as well. Aoi plopped down on the couch, waving Uruha over.
It was a bit awkward to walk, but it was downright uncomfortable to sit, and Uruha wriggled around like a worm while trying to find the best position to be sitting in. Eventually, Aoi tired of his squirming and pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. He turned on the TV, flipping through the channels while Uruha relaxed in his hold.
They'd watched the news and two movies when there was a knock on the door, and Aoi pushed Uruha off his lap, nudging him towards the entrance. Uruha opened the door, bowing deeply to the man outside.
The man barged in, walking into the living room while Uruha quickly locked the door and followed him. “Hey, Aoi. New pet?”
Aoi grinned and turned off the TV, patting the couch next to him. “Hey Reita. Yep, got him yesterday. His name's Uruha.”
Reita sat down and looked Uruha up and down, smiling at him and baring his teeth, and Uruha could see his long canines sticking out. “He's pretty. How old are you?”
The last question was obviously directed at Uruha, and he looked up at Aoi, who nodded for him to speak. “Nineteen, Reita-sama.”
Reita's grin grew even wider, and Uruha shifted uncomfortably. “Young. You can probably keep him around for a while, eh, Aoi? I mean, unless you kill him first or something.”
Uruha flinched, and Reita clearly enjoyed his awkwardness. He hadn't thought about that. Sure, he had left his family and friends behind to live with a demon, but he wasn't ready to die quite yet.
“Shut up Rei, you're scaring him,” Aoi said, much to Uruha's appreciation. “Besides, why would I get a pet just to kill him off right away?” Right away?
“I didn't mean on purpose. We both know how dangerous you can be in bed,” Reita chuckled and Aoi swatted his thigh.
“You're an ass sometimes, Reita.”
“I know.”
A loud thud sounded on the door, and Uruha thanked whoever it was who'd knocked for getting him out of the uncomfortable situation. He changed his mind when he opened the door to find a pair of bright red eyes glaring at him, snarling and baring his fangs. “Took ya long enough,” said the man who Uruha presumed must be Ruki, before he stalked past him and into the living room. Behind him followed a scantily clad human, a chain hanging from the black leather collar around his neck.
Uruha sighed and locked the door again, returning to the living room where Ruki had now seated himself on the couch, his pet kneeling in front of him with his head bowed. Aoi gestured for Uruha to sit in front of the couch, and he kneeled on the carpet, feeling even more awkward than earlier under the scrutiny of three pairs of demon eyes.
“Ruki, this is my-” Aoi started, but was quickly cut off.
“New pet Uruha, yeah yeah, heard you through the door,” Ruki snorted, and Aoi glared at him. Ignoring Aoi, Ruki smirked at Uruha, studying him with great interest. “Hi there, Uruha. Welcome to our fucked up little coven, if you could even call it that. I hope you'll survive longer than the last one.”
Uruha had a feeling Ruki was teasing him, but he had to admit he was kind of scared now. He didn't feel quite accepted yet, but he supposed it was all just to test him, and he decided to show his best manners. He simply nodded in Ruki's direction, his eyes fixed on the carpet.
“Uru, how about you go make Kai some food?” Aoi proposed, and Ruki clapped his hands in delight.
“Good idea. Kai, go with him. Talk. Get to know each other. And leave Master alone so he can chat about demon stuff with his friends, eh?”
Kai mumbled a low “Yes, Master,” before getting up and heading for the kitchen, and Uruha bowed and followed him. He wondered for a brief second what kind of 'demon stuff' they were going to talk about, but he decided not to worry about that.
When he entered the kitchen, Uruha was a bit surprised to see Kai rummaging through the cupboards, already having found ingredients and now looking for something to cook it in. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, watching as Kai took out a bowl and started cooking rice. “Um...”
“I know Aoi-sama told you to make dinner, but I like cooking my own meals. It's more fun that way,” Kai stated and smiled at Uruha, a smile so wide it looked like it could brighten up the world. “If it's not a problem for you.”
“Not at all,” Uruha answered, taking a seat by the table and wincing as the plug inside him shifted, squirming to find a more comfortable position. He studied Kai as he worked, expertly cutting up strips of beef and frying them. His thighs, arms, neck and hips were bruised, but he didn't seem like he was in any pain. Scars were peeking out of his top, snaking along his back and all the way down to his ass, and there were several small wounds on his arms that were in the process of healing.
“Say, Kai-san, do you love Ruki?” He hadn't meant to just ask it like that, but it didn't seem to bother Kai, who only smiled and focused on his cooking.
“Just Kai, thanks. And yeah, I do. I mean, in the beginning, I hated him. He took me away from my mother and raped me every day, drank my blood and left me alone to cry myself to sleep, but with time, I've grown to love him. I stopped missing my mum and started craving for him in stead. I wonder if it's because I've become addicted to him, or because I've just gotten used to it, but I actually look forward to every time he 'uses' me. Because when something feels good, what's the point in denying it?”
It was a lot to take in, and Kai gave Uruha's brain the time to process his words. He felt kind of bad for Kai. Uruha had had a choice, while Kai didn't. It was unfair, but as Uruha surveyed Kai now, happily cooking, humming to himself and still bearing that wide smile of his, Kai didn't seem miserable. He actually seemed to enjoy himself.
“Do you ever want to go back?”
“Some times. I do want to see my mother again, but I don't want to leave Master. Like I said, I've fallen in love with him. Maybe I was taken by force, but I'm staying out of my own free will. The only thing that saddens me is that I can't tell my mum why I suddenly disappeared. Master let me watch from outside the house a couple of times, looking in through the windows and watching my mother cry, wondering where I'd gone to and if I was still alive. My only comfort is that hopefully she's forgotten me now.”
For a second, Uruha thought about his own mother. He doubted she'd really miss him. In fact, chances were she would be happy that he was finally gone, out of her life. And his father surely couldn't care less. He wondered if his so-called 'friends' would even notice he was gone. As he sat there wondering if anyone would miss him at all, a plate was dropped in front of him and he was handed a pair of chopsticks.
“Eat,” Kai smiled, and Uruha smiled back, Kai's cheerful mood infecting him as well.
“You know, Aoi is a good guy,” Kai said, his mouth full of food yet he didn't seem to care much about manners. He swallowed before continuing. “I've seen how he treats humans. He's much kinder than any other demon I've ever met. You're lucky.” He giggled and stuffed some more food into his mouth, pointing his chopsticks at Uruha. “You seem like a good guy too. Master used to let me spend a lot of time with Aoi's last pet, but then he died and I've been a little lonely since. I mean, Aoi and Reita are nice, but I miss human contact. Master won't let me meet any other humans. So I thought, maybe we could start hanging out every now and then? When our Masters let us? We could watch movies, or anime maybe, I've heard of this great new series-”
Kai seemed like a talkative guy, and Uruha was grateful. Like he had pointed out, it seemed like a good idea to enjoy some 'human contact' from time to time, and especially if Kai was going to make delicious food every time. He heard Aoi and his friends chattering in the living room, then turned his attention back to Kai, who was droning on about some new anime series. He assumed this would mean that they were friends now, right? Uruha smiled to himself. His first ever real friend.
Oh yes, Uruha could definitely like his new life.
Chapter: 2/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: See, here's the problem. I want Skittles, but I don't have money. If I owned the GazettE I'd be rich enough to buy Skittles. I don't.
Comment: Aaaaaaallriiiiight.
Short chapter is short, I'm sorry about that. I'm also sorry it took me longer than I expected to finish this. This weekend is fully booked, but I may be able to update next week again. With that said, enjoy!
The bathroom in Aoi's apartment was rather big. The sink was surrounded by cupboards and cabinets, and Uruha was looking through all of them. He found several kinds of make-up, a razor, shaving foam, various hair products, different types of soap and lotions, a toothbrush, toothpaste, towels and finally what he was looking for: clean wipes.
Wiping the make-up off his face, Uruha pinned his hair up, turning the sink on and throwing some water in his face. Uruha was still amazed at how much stuff Aoi actually owned. Did demons even need any of this? Uruha found himself brushing his teeth and wondering if demons grew facial hair. How did you even become a demon? Were you born one? Or were you 'made' one, like in vampire movies?
Too tired to shower, Uruha simply washed his face once more, drying himself with a clean towel and going back to the living room. He threw his hands in the air in defeat when he saw his clothes strewn about, his completely destroyed top in shreds on the floor, his skirt in a heap by his dirty thong and ripped stockings. Sighing, he decided to just sleep in the nude. The windows in the apartment were relatively small, and they were on the 12th floor after all, he doubted anyone would be staring at him through the window.
Uruha was quite relieved to find a blanket neatly folded on the armrest. He lay down on the couch, pulling the blanket over himself. It wasn't very warm, but it was better than nothing. It was a rather big couch, so he could stretch out and find a relatively comfortable position. A clock hanging on the wall told Uruha it was almost 4 A.M., and he fell asleep right away.
~
Uruha woke up around midday. His limbs were aching and his ass was sore, but it was a good kind of pain, and Uruha didn't mind. Stretching out a couple of times before heading to the bathroom, he took a shower, shaving his legs and face as instructed and washing his hair. He found a blow-dryer and dried his hair, going through his usual morning ritual before tying his hair up in a tight ponytail.
It seemed Aoi wasn't awake yet, so Uruha headed to the kitchen, and just like Aoi said, on the counter there was a small box of pills. Some kind of vitamins or something. Uruha didn't really care, he unscrewed the cap and gulped a pill down with lots of water. Deciding he might as well have lunch now, Uruha looked in the fridge for any food he could make. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he found some cheese he liked and sliced some bread. The kitchen was spacious, with a table and four chairs on one end, and Uruha sat down and ate in silence.
Big apartment, nice guy. Uruha could definitely like it here. The couch was a bit hard, but he supposed it was okay. He had just started on his third slice of bread when he heard a door close somewhere in the apartment, and then footsteps moving through the living room.
Aoi walked into the kitchen, smiling when he saw Uruha sitting by the table, eating lunch completely naked. He was greeted with a “Good morning, Master,” and he nodded back, taking a seat opposite Uruha.
“What size are you?” Aoi asked, and when Uruha told him, he was relieved that he probably had some clothes already that would fit. He watched silently while Uruha finished his lunch.
“Two friends of mine are coming over later. Demons. One of them will bring his pet, so I'll expect you to make dinner for him.”
A lot of questions were racing through Uruha's head, but oddly the first one he asked was “Are all your friends gay?” Aoi's brows knitted together, and Uruha quickly added an “Aoi-sama”.
“Most of them.”
Uruha nodded, before asking another question. “Will they feed from me?”
“Maybe. Depends on how hungry they are.”
“Anything else I should know beforehand, Master? Any special rules?”
“Reita is mostly nice unless you anger him. He doesn't have a pet of his own, but he enjoys fucking around with anything on two legs. Ruki, however, is one of the most vicious demons I've ever met. He's cruel, sadistic and a narcissistic diva, but deep down, he's actually a good guy. He's got a human pet called Kai, who will probably be here tonight.”
Uruha nodded. “I'm guessing I'll address them as '-Sama'.”
“Yes, unless they tell you otherwise.” Aoi watched as Uruha cleaned off the table, putting his plate in the dishwasher before turning to look at Aoi. Aoi got up from the chair, coming to stand in front of Uruha. “Kneel.”
Uruha obeyed, folding his legs under him, looking down at the floor and crossing his arms behind his back. He felt Aoi's hand petting his head, stroking his hair softly. Letting out a soft sigh, Uruha spread his legs and leaned back on his heels.
“Such an eager pet you are,” Aoi chuckled, watching as Uruha's cock started slowly rising between his legs.
Uruha blushed slightly, enjoying Aoi's gaze on his body. The way Aoi was staring at him from above, still fully dressed, was turning Uruha on more than he'd thought. Then Aoi slid his sweatpants down his hips, revealing his half-hard cock. “Suck,” he commanded, rubbing the tip over Uruha's lips.
Uruha parted his lips, taking the head of Aoi's cock into his mouth and sucking on it, enjoying the taste more than he'd expected to. He felt a hand at the back of his neck, nudging his head forward, forcing him to take more of Aoi's cock. He tried to relax, breathing through his nose, then started bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard.
Aoi groaned, rubbing Uruha's neck affectionately. Uruha pulled back to tease the head of Aoi's cock with his tongue, looking up at Aoi through his eyelashes. Aoi grinned and grabbed Uruha's ponytail, yanking on his hair to get him to open his lips and thrusting in and out of Uruha's mouth. After a while, Aoi pulled out of Uruha's mouth, stroking his dick lazily while staring down at Uruha.
Uruha was panting when Aoi pulled away from him, and his cock was begging for attention. Uruha didn't dare touch himself, and he turned pleading eyes to Aoi, who then chuckled. “Get on all fours,” he ordered.
It wasn't long until Uruha felt two slick fingers nudging his entrance, and he pushed back against them, earning his ass a slap from Aoi. “Keep still.” Uruha groaned as Aoi pushed his fingers inside Uruha's ass slowly, teasing every little bundle of nerves to life. He added a third finger and started scissoring them, stretching Uruha wide.
Soon Aoi's fingers located that sweet spot inside Uruha, rubbing against it and coaxing several moans out of him. Then Aoi pulled his fingers out, and Uruha whined at the loss of pleasure.
Aoi slapped Uruha's ass a couple more times, and with each spank Uruha moaned even louder. “Want me to fuck you?” Uruha nodded. “Then beg me.”
Uruha rubbed his ass against Aoi's groin, moaning loudly for show. “Please, Master, I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me hard, I want it so bad.”
Aoi grabbed Uruha's hips, holding him in place as he pushed his cock slowly inside of him. Uruha let out a long moan that turned into a shriek when Aoi pulled back and slammed back in immediately, starting up a rough pace. All that could be heard was Uruha's moans and the slapping of skin against skin, and it was so vulgar it only turned Uruha on even more. He pushed back to meet Aoi's thrusts, screaming in pleasure when Aoi rammed into his prostate, hitting it repeatedly.
Uruha was so hard he felt like he could burst at any moment. His cock was aching between his legs, and Uruha was getting desperate to come. “Master, let me come, please,” he managed to gasp out between moans.
Aoi chuckled and continued fucking Uruha, having difficulty speaking himself. “Not yet.”
After what seemed like an eternity, Aoi's hips started losing their rhythm, and he pulled out to come all over Uruha's ass, coating it with his seed. He milked himself dry, then reached around Uruha's body, stroking his cock slowly, enough to give pleasure, but not enough to make him come.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Y-You, Aoi-sama,” Uruha gasped, almost bucking his hips into Aoi's hands.
Aoi sped up his strokes, jerking Uruha faster.“Good boy. Come for me.” Uruha wouldn't have been able to hold back if he had tried, and he moaned lewdly as he came on the kitchen floor, completely exhausted.
~
After they had taken a shower to clean up, Aoi found some clothes for Uruha to wear. Black leather pants and a black silk shirt. It seemed almost formal, and Uruha had just stared at the garments for a while before he remembered that Aoi was having guests over.
Before Uruha could start getting dressed, however, Aoi ordered him to bend over the couch. Uruha did, stretching his neck to look over his shoulder. Aoi had gotten a few more things from the bedroom, and Uruha watched as Aoi slicked up a thick butt-plug with lube.
“What's that for, Master?”
“A little something for you to be enjoying tonight.” Aoi grinned and walked over to Uruha, burying the plug inside his ass and making sure it stayed in place. “I thought we might make the evening a bit more interesting.”
Uruha stood up and moved around experimentally, getting used to the feeling of having something moving inside his ass while he walked. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it felt good nonetheless, and Uruha moaned as Aoi reached behind his legs to play with it, shifting it around in Uruha's ass.
“And just to make sure that you don't come before I let you...” Before Uruha could figure out what that meant, Aoi had slipped a tight ring around his now erect cock. Uruha yelped in surprise, feeling the ring constricting his cock painfully.
“There. All set.” Aoi threw Uruha a pair of black boxers, and Uruha put them on, then the pants and shirt as well. Aoi plopped down on the couch, waving Uruha over.
It was a bit awkward to walk, but it was downright uncomfortable to sit, and Uruha wriggled around like a worm while trying to find the best position to be sitting in. Eventually, Aoi tired of his squirming and pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. He turned on the TV, flipping through the channels while Uruha relaxed in his hold.
They'd watched the news and two movies when there was a knock on the door, and Aoi pushed Uruha off his lap, nudging him towards the entrance. Uruha opened the door, bowing deeply to the man outside.
The man barged in, walking into the living room while Uruha quickly locked the door and followed him. “Hey, Aoi. New pet?”
Aoi grinned and turned off the TV, patting the couch next to him. “Hey Reita. Yep, got him yesterday. His name's Uruha.”
Reita sat down and looked Uruha up and down, smiling at him and baring his teeth, and Uruha could see his long canines sticking out. “He's pretty. How old are you?”
The last question was obviously directed at Uruha, and he looked up at Aoi, who nodded for him to speak. “Nineteen, Reita-sama.”
Reita's grin grew even wider, and Uruha shifted uncomfortably. “Young. You can probably keep him around for a while, eh, Aoi? I mean, unless you kill him first or something.”
Uruha flinched, and Reita clearly enjoyed his awkwardness. He hadn't thought about that. Sure, he had left his family and friends behind to live with a demon, but he wasn't ready to die quite yet.
“Shut up Rei, you're scaring him,” Aoi said, much to Uruha's appreciation. “Besides, why would I get a pet just to kill him off right away?” Right away?
“I didn't mean on purpose. We both know how dangerous you can be in bed,” Reita chuckled and Aoi swatted his thigh.
“You're an ass sometimes, Reita.”
“I know.”
A loud thud sounded on the door, and Uruha thanked whoever it was who'd knocked for getting him out of the uncomfortable situation. He changed his mind when he opened the door to find a pair of bright red eyes glaring at him, snarling and baring his fangs. “Took ya long enough,” said the man who Uruha presumed must be Ruki, before he stalked past him and into the living room. Behind him followed a scantily clad human, a chain hanging from the black leather collar around his neck.
Uruha sighed and locked the door again, returning to the living room where Ruki had now seated himself on the couch, his pet kneeling in front of him with his head bowed. Aoi gestured for Uruha to sit in front of the couch, and he kneeled on the carpet, feeling even more awkward than earlier under the scrutiny of three pairs of demon eyes.
“Ruki, this is my-” Aoi started, but was quickly cut off.
“New pet Uruha, yeah yeah, heard you through the door,” Ruki snorted, and Aoi glared at him. Ignoring Aoi, Ruki smirked at Uruha, studying him with great interest. “Hi there, Uruha. Welcome to our fucked up little coven, if you could even call it that. I hope you'll survive longer than the last one.”
Uruha had a feeling Ruki was teasing him, but he had to admit he was kind of scared now. He didn't feel quite accepted yet, but he supposed it was all just to test him, and he decided to show his best manners. He simply nodded in Ruki's direction, his eyes fixed on the carpet.
“Uru, how about you go make Kai some food?” Aoi proposed, and Ruki clapped his hands in delight.
“Good idea. Kai, go with him. Talk. Get to know each other. And leave Master alone so he can chat about demon stuff with his friends, eh?”
Kai mumbled a low “Yes, Master,” before getting up and heading for the kitchen, and Uruha bowed and followed him. He wondered for a brief second what kind of 'demon stuff' they were going to talk about, but he decided not to worry about that.
When he entered the kitchen, Uruha was a bit surprised to see Kai rummaging through the cupboards, already having found ingredients and now looking for something to cook it in. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, watching as Kai took out a bowl and started cooking rice. “Um...”
“I know Aoi-sama told you to make dinner, but I like cooking my own meals. It's more fun that way,” Kai stated and smiled at Uruha, a smile so wide it looked like it could brighten up the world. “If it's not a problem for you.”
“Not at all,” Uruha answered, taking a seat by the table and wincing as the plug inside him shifted, squirming to find a more comfortable position. He studied Kai as he worked, expertly cutting up strips of beef and frying them. His thighs, arms, neck and hips were bruised, but he didn't seem like he was in any pain. Scars were peeking out of his top, snaking along his back and all the way down to his ass, and there were several small wounds on his arms that were in the process of healing.
“Say, Kai-san, do you love Ruki?” He hadn't meant to just ask it like that, but it didn't seem to bother Kai, who only smiled and focused on his cooking.
“Just Kai, thanks. And yeah, I do. I mean, in the beginning, I hated him. He took me away from my mother and raped me every day, drank my blood and left me alone to cry myself to sleep, but with time, I've grown to love him. I stopped missing my mum and started craving for him in stead. I wonder if it's because I've become addicted to him, or because I've just gotten used to it, but I actually look forward to every time he 'uses' me. Because when something feels good, what's the point in denying it?”
It was a lot to take in, and Kai gave Uruha's brain the time to process his words. He felt kind of bad for Kai. Uruha had had a choice, while Kai didn't. It was unfair, but as Uruha surveyed Kai now, happily cooking, humming to himself and still bearing that wide smile of his, Kai didn't seem miserable. He actually seemed to enjoy himself.
“Do you ever want to go back?”
“Some times. I do want to see my mother again, but I don't want to leave Master. Like I said, I've fallen in love with him. Maybe I was taken by force, but I'm staying out of my own free will. The only thing that saddens me is that I can't tell my mum why I suddenly disappeared. Master let me watch from outside the house a couple of times, looking in through the windows and watching my mother cry, wondering where I'd gone to and if I was still alive. My only comfort is that hopefully she's forgotten me now.”
For a second, Uruha thought about his own mother. He doubted she'd really miss him. In fact, chances were she would be happy that he was finally gone, out of her life. And his father surely couldn't care less. He wondered if his so-called 'friends' would even notice he was gone. As he sat there wondering if anyone would miss him at all, a plate was dropped in front of him and he was handed a pair of chopsticks.
“Eat,” Kai smiled, and Uruha smiled back, Kai's cheerful mood infecting him as well.
“You know, Aoi is a good guy,” Kai said, his mouth full of food yet he didn't seem to care much about manners. He swallowed before continuing. “I've seen how he treats humans. He's much kinder than any other demon I've ever met. You're lucky.” He giggled and stuffed some more food into his mouth, pointing his chopsticks at Uruha. “You seem like a good guy too. Master used to let me spend a lot of time with Aoi's last pet, but then he died and I've been a little lonely since. I mean, Aoi and Reita are nice, but I miss human contact. Master won't let me meet any other humans. So I thought, maybe we could start hanging out every now and then? When our Masters let us? We could watch movies, or anime maybe, I've heard of this great new series-”
Kai seemed like a talkative guy, and Uruha was grateful. Like he had pointed out, it seemed like a good idea to enjoy some 'human contact' from time to time, and especially if Kai was going to make delicious food every time. He heard Aoi and his friends chattering in the living room, then turned his attention back to Kai, who was droning on about some new anime series. He assumed this would mean that they were friends now, right? Uruha smiled to himself. His first ever real friend.
Oh yes, Uruha could definitely like his new life.