More Precious (SMT: Nocturne, Lucifer/Hitoshura, NC-17)
Title: More Precious
Author: silver_ariane
Warnings: spoilers for True Demon ending
Prompt: Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne - Lucifer/Hitoshura - Power balance, worship - "You are more dear to me than a lover, more precious than a son."
Word count: ~1600
Summary: “His Excellency sent me to find you,” the demon gasps out, already injured from a well-placed punch. “He wants to see you.” Hitoshura tilts his head, nods, and cracks its skull against the wall.
A/N: My claim for this isn't on the list yet, but I only left my comment claiming it a few days ago. Hope that's okay.
Hitoshura has readied his fists for a killing blow when the stupid creature begs again for him to listen to it. He’s refused every time so far. Kagutsuchi is dead but lately it just feels like it’s always full, and even deep in Amala it puts him in the mood to fight. That, and the old man’s insistence on always training. It’s why he came here. These demons don’t usually bother wasting time talking. But this one hasn’t given up and pleads again while he’s focusing. Hitoshura finally raises his hand to halt his demons, and chooses to hear it out, just so they could get on with it. He hopes it didn’t expect him to want it for himself, or spare its life for some measly amount of macca.
“His Excellency sent me to find you,” it gasps out, already injured from a well-placed punch. “He wants to see you.”
Hitoshura tilts his head, nods, and cracks its skull against the wall.
It’s easy by now to make his way to the bottom of the Labyrinth, and he takes the lift to the old man’s study. But the old man is missing - Hitoshura only sees the lady in black who pushes his wheelchair around. “My master is resting now,” she tells him. “You may go in and see him.” She leads him to a door off to the side of the study that he’s never noticed before - if it even existed before. He looks over his demons, trying to choose which ones should go in with him, when she holds up her hand. “He asks that you go alone,” she says. Hitoshura scowls at her - he shouldn’t go without them, to a place he’s never explored before -- but nods to his demons anyway. The lady smiles behind her veil, and when she opens and holds the door for him, Hitoshura enters by himself.
The hallway behind it is bigger than should be possible here, windowless, square and tiled. Lucifer still isn’t here. Hitoshura turns to ask the nurse to explain, but she’s left already. He tries the door, but she locked it tight behind her. Hitoshura turns back, and begins to walk forward.
It’s easy to find his way even though he’s never been here, since Lucifer keeps his personal rooms free from any of the demons in the rest of his Labyrinth. Hitoshura isn’t surprised. They’re no more than annoying to him anymore, so he can imagine what a waste of time they’d be to their master. If they even bother him at all. It was hard enough for Hitoshura to make a scratch, and he thinks that’s just because he was supposed to.
He shakes his head at that. Even unthreatened (so far?), he feels too vulnerable without his own demons at his back. He hasn’t felt like this since he was weak as a baby, begging for his own life as he made his way across what was left of the world in search of a future. But he’s found one now, and doesn’t have time for a weakness. It makes him feel sick.
After several too-aware minutes of passing halls that all look the same, Hitoshura feels a strong, dark presence behind one of the doors. Readying himself as well as he can, he enters.
He finds only another dark, windowless room, this one with some things in it - a table with a candlabrum on it, the old man’s empty wheelchair, and a large bed, before which Lucifer stands, leaning on his cane.
“We meet again,” he begins. He’s never spoken so… invitingly, and that’s when he speaks at all. But he’s different this time. He’s wearing his old form but has as much energy as the child, and he smiles. It puts Hitoshura on edge, and he has to stop himself from assuming his usual battle stance. “I am glad you chose to meet me as my messenger requested,” Lucifer goes on, overlooking his tension - he must overlook it, because Hitoshura doesn’t believe for a second he didn’t notice. “I trust the journey was easy?”
Hitoshura nods, still wary.
“Of course it was. I’m proud of you,” Lucifer says, waving the hand that isn’t holding onto his cane. Somehow it seems like he means it. “You’ve passed even this test of mine.”
Hitoshura looks at him questioningly. This was a test…?
“You’re wondering why, if it is a test, it should have no fiend, no challenge, for you to face? Yes, you are. You do not know what I would ask of you this time. Still you followed my orders as they were given, and without question.” He bows his head, and smiles the coldest smile Hitoshura’s ever seen on anyone besides himself. “The irony is beautiful.” He steps closer, too close, and it makes Hitoshura’s skin prickle, like some kind of instinct - and automatically, without even focusing on it, Hitoshura lunges.
Lucifer lets out a low, triumphant battle cry, and before he can think shoves Hitoshura on his knees to the bed, pinning him with weight and strength that aren’t even close to the human form he’s wearing. Hitoshura is dizzy and feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He tries to throw him off with a weak twist of his back. Lucifer just laughs, except it sounds more like a growl.
“I’ve tested your power against my own, and felt your strength upon my own body,” he says, so close that Hitoshura can feel his breath on his neck, unnaturally hot. “I’ve no need to feel it again.” Hitoshura braces himself for whatever Lucifer wants to do. He’s sure now - their fight wasn’t fair, and Lucifer could tear him apart right now if he wanted. He’s spent too much time surviving in the Vortex World not to know what that means, and he knows he doesn’t want to fight here, alone. So he doesn’t resist when Lucifer pushes his head down, doesn’t argue when he parts his legs, tries not to flinch when Lucifer opens the buttons on his shorts - and can’t help it when he doesn’t just stroke him or even fuck him, but curls his hand, too warm and too strong, right around his balls.
“Relax,” Lucifer muses. “Do you think I would hurt you, and sacrifice all you will do for us?” He lets go, but only to stroke him languidly. Hitoshura is getting hard, fast and desperately, and he hopes it’s Lucifer’s hand and his skill, and not his charisma, that’s doing it.
Hitoshura starts to rock with the slow rhythm, when the temptation gets to be too much - and Lucifer, god damn him again, stops. He takes his hand away, and then relieves the weight he’d been pressing on Hitoshura’s back. Hitoshura follows him when he’s pulled along, even when - even when Lucifer lies on his back, and pulls Hitoshura on top of him, making him look.
Lucifer himself made Hitoshura into a fiend, and those instincts tell him to look away, but Hitoshura can’t. He doesn’t know when Lucifer changed form but he’s young, hair flowing, and naked, muscular, horned -- he’s gorgeous now, and virile, and not even under charm has Hitoshura ever felt so enthralled by sheer power. “Now I desire your faith,” Lucifer says, as if nothing has changed. Maybe it hasn’t - maybe Lucifer really won’t hurt him. He would’ve done it already, and wouldn’t be sharing more of his power now.
Emboldened by the strength, knowing which choice he’s already made, Hitoshura kisses him. He strokes Lucifer’s lips, then his mouth, open wide and trusting.
Lucifer grasps his chin, and looks up at him, his eyes piercing. “The choice is yours.”
“Yes,” Hitoshura says, absolute and confident, and strokes Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer nods.
It’s not slick at all, and Lucifer’s huge - it hurts and Hitoshura doesn’t care. He takes it until there’s nothing left to take, and wants more. He wonders if Lucifer is sharing his power again, like last time except even more intense. It’s the same feeling - and when Lucifer’s slow, rocking motions aren’t enough, he leans back down to taste Lucifer’s skin. He tongues wherever he can, touches with his hands wherever he can’t, kisses him, rides him, worships him, and Lucifer moans.
When he comes it feels like it’s sooner than he ever has, and harder, and it doesn’t matter that Lucifer stopped touching him. He doesn’t stop moving when it’s over, either, and he’s ready to be done but stays down on it, doesn’t make Lucifer hold him down, not even when he thrusts harder, not even when he comes and Hitoshura doesn’t think he’ll ever stop.
Hitoshura tries to catch his breath while Lucifer just looks pleased. He lets Lucifer roll them while he’s still inside and stretching him, so they’re sprawled out on a part of the large bed that’s clean and cool, and Lucifer just lies on top, still. Hitoshura doesn’t even tense, not over this, not after what Lucifer just did to him.
He kisses Hitoshura deep. “I am glad,” he repeats when he’s finished, murmuring against his lips. “You are more dear to me than a lover, more precious than a son.” He pushes Hitoshura’s head to the side, exposing his neck, and sucks on the skin there. Hitoshura closes his eyes. “Have I earned your trust? I am honored.” He nips the vein just under his skin with unnatural accuracy - one last test, Hitoshura is sure - but he soothes it right after, licking slowly. “I will give you time to recover… and when you have, our time has come.”
Author: silver_ariane
Warnings: spoilers for True Demon ending
Prompt: Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne - Lucifer/Hitoshura - Power balance, worship - "You are more dear to me than a lover, more precious than a son."
Word count: ~1600
Summary: “His Excellency sent me to find you,” the demon gasps out, already injured from a well-placed punch. “He wants to see you.” Hitoshura tilts his head, nods, and cracks its skull against the wall.
A/N: My claim for this isn't on the list yet, but I only left my comment claiming it a few days ago. Hope that's okay.
Hitoshura has readied his fists for a killing blow when the stupid creature begs again for him to listen to it. He’s refused every time so far. Kagutsuchi is dead but lately it just feels like it’s always full, and even deep in Amala it puts him in the mood to fight. That, and the old man’s insistence on always training. It’s why he came here. These demons don’t usually bother wasting time talking. But this one hasn’t given up and pleads again while he’s focusing. Hitoshura finally raises his hand to halt his demons, and chooses to hear it out, just so they could get on with it. He hopes it didn’t expect him to want it for himself, or spare its life for some measly amount of macca.
“His Excellency sent me to find you,” it gasps out, already injured from a well-placed punch. “He wants to see you.”
Hitoshura tilts his head, nods, and cracks its skull against the wall.
It’s easy by now to make his way to the bottom of the Labyrinth, and he takes the lift to the old man’s study. But the old man is missing - Hitoshura only sees the lady in black who pushes his wheelchair around. “My master is resting now,” she tells him. “You may go in and see him.” She leads him to a door off to the side of the study that he’s never noticed before - if it even existed before. He looks over his demons, trying to choose which ones should go in with him, when she holds up her hand. “He asks that you go alone,” she says. Hitoshura scowls at her - he shouldn’t go without them, to a place he’s never explored before -- but nods to his demons anyway. The lady smiles behind her veil, and when she opens and holds the door for him, Hitoshura enters by himself.
The hallway behind it is bigger than should be possible here, windowless, square and tiled. Lucifer still isn’t here. Hitoshura turns to ask the nurse to explain, but she’s left already. He tries the door, but she locked it tight behind her. Hitoshura turns back, and begins to walk forward.
It’s easy to find his way even though he’s never been here, since Lucifer keeps his personal rooms free from any of the demons in the rest of his Labyrinth. Hitoshura isn’t surprised. They’re no more than annoying to him anymore, so he can imagine what a waste of time they’d be to their master. If they even bother him at all. It was hard enough for Hitoshura to make a scratch, and he thinks that’s just because he was supposed to.
He shakes his head at that. Even unthreatened (so far?), he feels too vulnerable without his own demons at his back. He hasn’t felt like this since he was weak as a baby, begging for his own life as he made his way across what was left of the world in search of a future. But he’s found one now, and doesn’t have time for a weakness. It makes him feel sick.
After several too-aware minutes of passing halls that all look the same, Hitoshura feels a strong, dark presence behind one of the doors. Readying himself as well as he can, he enters.
He finds only another dark, windowless room, this one with some things in it - a table with a candlabrum on it, the old man’s empty wheelchair, and a large bed, before which Lucifer stands, leaning on his cane.
“We meet again,” he begins. He’s never spoken so… invitingly, and that’s when he speaks at all. But he’s different this time. He’s wearing his old form but has as much energy as the child, and he smiles. It puts Hitoshura on edge, and he has to stop himself from assuming his usual battle stance. “I am glad you chose to meet me as my messenger requested,” Lucifer goes on, overlooking his tension - he must overlook it, because Hitoshura doesn’t believe for a second he didn’t notice. “I trust the journey was easy?”
Hitoshura nods, still wary.
“Of course it was. I’m proud of you,” Lucifer says, waving the hand that isn’t holding onto his cane. Somehow it seems like he means it. “You’ve passed even this test of mine.”
Hitoshura looks at him questioningly. This was a test…?
“You’re wondering why, if it is a test, it should have no fiend, no challenge, for you to face? Yes, you are. You do not know what I would ask of you this time. Still you followed my orders as they were given, and without question.” He bows his head, and smiles the coldest smile Hitoshura’s ever seen on anyone besides himself. “The irony is beautiful.” He steps closer, too close, and it makes Hitoshura’s skin prickle, like some kind of instinct - and automatically, without even focusing on it, Hitoshura lunges.
Lucifer lets out a low, triumphant battle cry, and before he can think shoves Hitoshura on his knees to the bed, pinning him with weight and strength that aren’t even close to the human form he’s wearing. Hitoshura is dizzy and feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He tries to throw him off with a weak twist of his back. Lucifer just laughs, except it sounds more like a growl.
“I’ve tested your power against my own, and felt your strength upon my own body,” he says, so close that Hitoshura can feel his breath on his neck, unnaturally hot. “I’ve no need to feel it again.” Hitoshura braces himself for whatever Lucifer wants to do. He’s sure now - their fight wasn’t fair, and Lucifer could tear him apart right now if he wanted. He’s spent too much time surviving in the Vortex World not to know what that means, and he knows he doesn’t want to fight here, alone. So he doesn’t resist when Lucifer pushes his head down, doesn’t argue when he parts his legs, tries not to flinch when Lucifer opens the buttons on his shorts - and can’t help it when he doesn’t just stroke him or even fuck him, but curls his hand, too warm and too strong, right around his balls.
“Relax,” Lucifer muses. “Do you think I would hurt you, and sacrifice all you will do for us?” He lets go, but only to stroke him languidly. Hitoshura is getting hard, fast and desperately, and he hopes it’s Lucifer’s hand and his skill, and not his charisma, that’s doing it.
Hitoshura starts to rock with the slow rhythm, when the temptation gets to be too much - and Lucifer, god damn him again, stops. He takes his hand away, and then relieves the weight he’d been pressing on Hitoshura’s back. Hitoshura follows him when he’s pulled along, even when - even when Lucifer lies on his back, and pulls Hitoshura on top of him, making him look.
Lucifer himself made Hitoshura into a fiend, and those instincts tell him to look away, but Hitoshura can’t. He doesn’t know when Lucifer changed form but he’s young, hair flowing, and naked, muscular, horned -- he’s gorgeous now, and virile, and not even under charm has Hitoshura ever felt so enthralled by sheer power. “Now I desire your faith,” Lucifer says, as if nothing has changed. Maybe it hasn’t - maybe Lucifer really won’t hurt him. He would’ve done it already, and wouldn’t be sharing more of his power now.
Emboldened by the strength, knowing which choice he’s already made, Hitoshura kisses him. He strokes Lucifer’s lips, then his mouth, open wide and trusting.
Lucifer grasps his chin, and looks up at him, his eyes piercing. “The choice is yours.”
“Yes,” Hitoshura says, absolute and confident, and strokes Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer nods.
It’s not slick at all, and Lucifer’s huge - it hurts and Hitoshura doesn’t care. He takes it until there’s nothing left to take, and wants more. He wonders if Lucifer is sharing his power again, like last time except even more intense. It’s the same feeling - and when Lucifer’s slow, rocking motions aren’t enough, he leans back down to taste Lucifer’s skin. He tongues wherever he can, touches with his hands wherever he can’t, kisses him, rides him, worships him, and Lucifer moans.
When he comes it feels like it’s sooner than he ever has, and harder, and it doesn’t matter that Lucifer stopped touching him. He doesn’t stop moving when it’s over, either, and he’s ready to be done but stays down on it, doesn’t make Lucifer hold him down, not even when he thrusts harder, not even when he comes and Hitoshura doesn’t think he’ll ever stop.
Hitoshura tries to catch his breath while Lucifer just looks pleased. He lets Lucifer roll them while he’s still inside and stretching him, so they’re sprawled out on a part of the large bed that’s clean and cool, and Lucifer just lies on top, still. Hitoshura doesn’t even tense, not over this, not after what Lucifer just did to him.
He kisses Hitoshura deep. “I am glad,” he repeats when he’s finished, murmuring against his lips. “You are more dear to me than a lover, more precious than a son.” He pushes Hitoshura’s head to the side, exposing his neck, and sucks on the skin there. Hitoshura closes his eyes. “Have I earned your trust? I am honored.” He nips the vein just under his skin with unnatural accuracy - one last test, Hitoshura is sure - but he soothes it right after, licking slowly. “I will give you time to recover… and when you have, our time has come.”