Conquest 1/1 (Part B) [Aoi/Uruha]
Title: Conquest
Chapters: 1/1 (Part B)
Author: veroxion
Beta: tenshi_makenshi & adlyeith
Genre: Romance/Supernatural/Slight Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Explicit Sex, Masturbation, Slight Bondage, Spanking, Rimming
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Synopsis: He had spent decades chasing the man he lusted after... and now, he had finally caught him.
Comments: Sorry! This took longer than I thought it would to come out. I was having trouble with the ending, but I hope you enjoy it :3
[PREVIOUS PART]
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Uruha was pleasantly surprised when Aoi didn't overpower him and leave like the blond originally thought, but instead plastered their lips together hungrily in a fiery kiss, one of the brunet's hands running through his blond tresses, tugging at the strands harshly while the other grasped his supple ass, squeezing it firmly. Aoi withdrew from the kiss, panting harshly and Uruha let out a whine, knowing that if his head wasn't kept in place by the grip on his hair, then he would have wasted no time to capture Aoi's irresistible lips in another kiss.
Aoi caught his breath, swallowing hard as his hold on the younger body beneath him loosened, and he hoisted himself up, palms on the bed as he towered over Uruha's form. “Turn around, Uruha.” he requested, his tone so sensual that the blond bit back his defiant reply, awkwardly maneuvering his body so that his back pressed against Aoi's warm, firm chest and the incubus gasped when he felt the bump of the brunet's cock against his pert ass, swearing a trail of precum against a pale cheek.
He felt Aoi's hand over his own in an odd display of affection, and Uruha let himself bask in the small bout of happiness that simple touch brought him before Aoi pushed him down onto the bed. The blond grunted at his cheek being pressed against the soft sheets. He looked over his shoulder, shivering in anticipation at the predatory look on Aoi's face before his dark bangs shielded him from Uruha's prying eyes.
Aoi ran his calloused hands down the incubus' back, smiling to himself as the heated flesh jumped under his touch, especially when he cupped the curve of of Uruha's ass, his hips raising up into his touch. His hand moved away, swaying in the air before connecting brutally with the soft flesh, causing Uruha to moan shamelessly as a pink hue in the shape of a hand print started to form, the dull throb turning the blond on even more. “I must say, you really have a gorgeous ass.”
“Yours isn't so bad either.” Uruha returned, eyes half-lidded as he remembered seeing Aoi's bare backside on more than one occasion. “If I didn't love your cock so much, I'd probably fuck it raw.” the blond confessed, eyes twinkling as he looked over his shoulder.
“Is that so...” Aoi murmured, before delivering another harsh slap. Uruha jolted, arching his back and hissing at the pleasurable sting. “Fuck, that's hot.” he whispered, more to himself than to the brunet who was inflicting the pain on him. Aoi chuckled, eyes roving over his work as the blond's comment only fed his ego and lust. “I should spank you for every year you've made me suffer.” he decided out loud.
Uruha's eyes widened as he mentally counted the years he had allegedly made Aoi suffer, but his thought process was cut off at Aoi's next words. “Count them.”
The calloused hand struck at his ass before the blond had time to protest and he gasped, gripping the white sheets under him as his jaw tightened. “One.” he ground out, the next spank coming a second later, hitting his throbbing pink flesh painfully. “Two!”
Eventually, an agonizing numbness overtook him and each slap that Aoi dealt to him sent a throbbing affliction throughout his body, accompanied with the thrill of arousal that caused Uruha to pant, droplets of tears pricking at the corners of his fawn brown eyes. The pale flesh had slowly faded into a rich plum colour, and a few scarlet scratches were left behind, courtesy of the rings that adorned Aoi's fingers. The blond shuddered as he choked out the last number. “S-sixty four.”
Aoi's hand stopped, and as he stared down at Uruha's quivering form, his buttocks a bright, searing red and purple; the brunet felt a wave of melancholy overcome him. Confused and slightly troubled, Aoi sat there for a moment, simply staring at Uruha's face. A demon's face, he reminded himself. “Sixty four years, huh?”
“Yeah.” Uruha replied softly, wincing a little as he tried to move.
“That's nearly a quarter of my life.”
“You're an old man.” the blond remarked, a smile gracing his features as Aoi pinched his side playfully for the casual insult.
“Tell me, Uruha. Why bother chasing me for so long?” Aoi questioned, the curiosity evident in his tone. He watched Uruha shrug, and it displeased him. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” the incubus replied, for once not being able to look into the older man's eyes. He didn't dare tell him the reason why he hadn't given up.
“I'm just another conquest, right? Another human to screw?” the brunet bit out, knowing this was exactly what Uruha thought of him. “Right.” Uruha retorted, ignoring the pang of hurt that shot through him. Aoi would laugh and mock him if he knew the truth, and the blond had his pride to keep. He wondered if Aoi would leave now; the man seemed to have come to his senses, but that didn't appear to be the case as he felt his lover’s hands on him again, and Uruha hissed as the brunet spread his abused ass cheeks apart, exposing his core.
“I guess that won't be so bad.” Aoi mumbled, tongue slipping from his lips as he pressed the wet appendage against Uruha's entrance, working past that tight ring of muscle that was still considerably loose due to the blond's earlier tryst with his fingers. Uruha whimpered, teeth sinking down into the sheets below him as his back curved, pressing his backside into Aoi and silently begging for more.
Aoi's tongue curled; licked, his mouth sucking as his saliva dripped down onto the bed. Uruha's thighs quivered as the brunet's deliciously wet muscle worked at him vigorously, until Uruha felt warmth pool in the pit of his abdomen. He was so close and it took all of his willpower to raise his head off the bed, spitting out the cloth from between his teeth. “Aoi-oh fuck, stop! I'm going to cum.” he panted.
“That's the point.” Aoi retorted, flicking at the puckered entrance, fingers dancing down the demon's thighs. Uruha let out a low whine, his head shaking from side to side as he protested. “No!” he gasped, legs trembling as he tried to move away from the lustful thrusting of Aoi's tongue. “I don't want to cum this way!” he whined, grinding his teeth together as he tried to grasp reality and hold on. “Not with your tongue-ah.”
The blond shuddered as his lover for the evening pulled away, nipping playfully at the peach turned plum skin of Uruha's ass. Uruha flipped himself over so that he could lay on his back, the once soft sheets now rough against his sensitive skin as his nerves tingled. He spread his legs to accommodate Aoi, his hands reaching to pull him down. “Take me.” he whispered, tone sultry. He was bordering on the edge of desperate; Aoi was finally going to fuck him.
“Now look who’s begging.” Aoi stated smugly as he stared down at Uruha's beautiful face. Despite the nagging voice berating him for committing such sinful acts with a demon, all Aoi saw below him was the epitome of perfection-maybe it was the incubus' power and the drive for sex and release that caused Aoi to think so highly of the blond, but he wouldn't stop now. He would take all he could from this night.
Uruha let out a hum of approval as the thick head of Aoi's cock nudged at him, teasingly brushing against the stretched, wet entrance as jolts shot through the blond's body. He grabbed at Aoi's biceps, eagerly impatient as he waited to be penetrated. Uruha didn't have to wait long-Aoi was just as eager and he moaned low in his throat as he pushed himself inside the blond, Uruha's mouth falling open in a breathless gasp as Aoi's member stretched him, slowly filling him before he was fully sheathed.
“I definitely love your cock.” Uruha moaned out, back arching and hips bucking as he tried to get Aoi to move. The brunet's dick pulsed hotly inside him, and Uruha was tempted to tell Aoi to hurry up and fuck him, but noticed Aoi shaking slightly. Panic flooded him, and he cupped Aoi's cheeks, making the older man look at him. “What's wrong?” he demanded, thinking that his lover was now regretting this.
“Nothing. Just give me a second. This feels nice.”
Uruha stared at him oddly for a moment, eyebrows raised; lips pursing into a pout. “Nice? You're not even moving!” he complained, feeling the burn of having Aoi inside him, but not the intense pleasure that this act was supposed to bring. “You're acting like some virgin boy experiencing his first time!”
Aoi was quiet for a moment, and Uruha's brown eyes widened in what looked to be amused horror. “No way. Have I just taken your virginity-”
“I'm not a virgin!” Aoi sneered, a blush covering his entire face as he averted his gaze, focusing intently on the plain grey walls of the bedroom Uruha had lured him into. “I just haven't had sex... In over a hundred years.” he admitted, his voice a bare whisper, not liking the way he saw the blond's eyes light up.
Uruha fell back onto the bed with a chuckle, clutching his stomach as he laughed heartily. Aoi was entranced by the entire thing-how the blond tresses fell away from Uruha's face when he threw his head back, his fawn eyes swimming with mirth, a light pink hue covered his cheeks as his lips curled over his white, shapely teeth.
It made Aoi's lips quirk up at the corners.
“I can't believe it!” Uruha gasped out, tears pricking at his eyes. “Seriously? Over a hundred years? No wonder you masturbate all the time when you bathe.” he grinned cheekily, basically confessing he had been a happy voyeur hidden in the shadows during Aoi's supposed 'alone time'.
Aoi blushed again. “I don't exactly have time to stick my dick into holes.” he muttered, sighing heavily as Uruha continued to laugh at him.
“Well, you're in a very tight one now, so your century of celibacy has come to an end.” Uruha purred, hand greedily traveling down to squeeze Aoi's firm ass, urging and suggesting for him to continue their earlier activities.
“I haven't forgotten.” Aoi replied, leaning down to kiss Uruha as he started to thrust himself inside the blond. The incubus demon kissed back, his eyes drifting shut as sweet pleasure swept throughout his body. His blond eyebrows knitting together at the foreign feeling that filled him as Aoi continued to... Fuck him? No. Uruha mentally shook his head, trying to search his mind for the answers as Aoi's cock slipped out of him for a second, only to be sheathed fully inside him a moment later.
The passion was there-the lust was still there as well, but it was clouded and hidden by something more. It was almost like...
“You're making love to me.” Uruha whispered in realization, letting a small cry escape as Aoi's cock brushed against his prostate, hard and fluent. The brunet smiled almost bitterly, hips still rolling smoothly as he realized the same thing. He had always been an assertive, amiable lover-or so he'd been told-and deep down, he was a bit of a romantic, but he had never thought that these qualities would show. He didn't really expect Uruha to notice them.
“Should I stop?” Aoi broached the question he had been asking himself all night, features soft and relaxed as searing warmth flowed everywhere around his body. He hoisted Uruha's legs, coaxing the blond to wrap them around his lean waist, gleaming thighs hugging his hips as the brunet thrust, the cadence gentle and fluid. Perspiration pricked at Aoi's skin and a growl of satisfaction emitted from him when Uruha's tight inner muscles clamped down around his pulsating cock.
Uruha's lips parted, but all that escaped was a long, throaty moan, and the blond found that for once in his life, he had been rendered speechless. He had never thought, not for a minute, that it would be this amazing; the brunette was taking his precious time, had taken his precious time to touch and taste him-it was something he’d never had the delight to experience before.
The humans he so slyly seduced were always desperate and rash to get what they wanted. Desire would course through their veins; they were rough and greedy, grasping the epitome of their lust that they would only have the honor of having once. He loved it, loved being wanted to the point of madness, but there came a time when the game had become a rotten, repetitive cycle, and Uruha was bored and scornful with the selfish drive of men and women begging for his body.
Uruha had wondered if Aoi would be different-the incubus had told himself over and over that the brunet had to be. Aoi had been the first ever to deny him. The first human he had pursued insistently; the blond had spent restless nights just trying to track the man down.
Aoi was the first person he had looked at twice, and Uruha was sure that the second look had caused him to fall in love. He couldn’t bring himself to regret it-though in the human world, interaction with demons was considered taboo and heavily frowned upon; it wasn’t forbidden, humans just considered it disgusting and vile.
This was anything but disgusting and Uruha wasn’t blind, nor stupid. He knew Aoi felt the same, with some kind of twisted reasoning. “Aoi,” he panted, hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he writhed on the bed, back arching, trying to get as close to the brunet as he possibly could. “I love you. That’s why,” he confessed, voice a bare whisper as the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing filled the room. “That’s why I chased you.”
“No.” Aoi denied, feeling a scorching chill drift through him at Uruha’s words. He grunted as he thrust his hips forward, arms tense as he held the incubus’ hips in place. “You love what I’m doing to you.”
“I love you, not what you’re doing, asshole!” Uruha clarified, anger sparking as he sneered at the fact Aoi had dismissed what he had said so easily. “Though you do a damn fine job of it...” he added as an after thought, hips jerking to meet with Aoi’s thrusts. He tightened his thighs around Aoi’s waist, whimpering as the brunette’s member hit his prostate dead on; the muscles in his stomach fluttered. Desperate for release, his hand drifted down to his own weeping cock, stroking furiously over the hard flesh. “Now shut up and make me cum.”
A breathless laugh escaped Aoi, but he did as he was told, taking Uruha’s lips captive once more. Tongues sloshing, and Uruha let out a strangled moan as he felt the peak of pleasure drifting through him. His heel dug into his lover’s lower back, causing a groan from the older man. “D-don’t stop.” he gasped, eyes drifting shut.
“I don’t think... I w-want to...” the brunette replied, nipping the corner of Uruha’s jaw and licking away a droplet of sweat. The headboard of the bed smacked against the wall, thumping dully in the background, but Aoi could care less if that innkeeper or anyone else walked in on them at the moment. He was too busy drowning himself in Uruha’s body. The blond let out a whine, before one of his hands were cupping Aoi’s cheeks, making the older man look him directly in the eye.“Tell m-me you-ah-love me.” he begged without shame.
“I love you.” Aoi replied without a second thought, lips ghosting over the blond’s, losing himself entirely. Fuck, he thought as his body started to shudder with the effects of his orgasm. I really do...
Uruha came first, body surrendering to Aoi’s reply, and he was no longer able to keep his auburn eyes open as he climaxed, gratifying release dripping down onto him, some of the salty essence splashing onto Aoi’s stomach he moaned the brunette's name loudly, throwing his head back down onto the bed.
The brunette came so hard it almost hurt; the pleasing ache of his orgasm shooting through him as Uruha's tight hole closed deliciously around his throbbing member, sucking him in and clamping down. Aoi came, filling his lover to the brim with his seed. He groaned loudly, still thrusting helplessly and irregularly as he worked them both through their climaxes, even though his muscles protested against his erratic movements.
Eventually, Aoi couldn’t hold his body up any longer and slumped rather ungracefully down atop of the blond, who lay there panting harshly, pleasantly satisfied. The weight of Aoi was almost overbearing, as his body felt sore but Uruha didn't care. Not now at least, as a smile slowly overtook his face, his arms coming to wrap around Aoi's neck, tightening almost possessively as Uruha held the older man against him, happy and perfectly content.
He played with the dark strands that sprouted from Aoi's head, threading them carefully through his lithe fingers as he absently untangled the knots and tangles he found along the way. Aoi chuckled then, raising his head to look at Uruha. “Having fun?” he asked softly, expression soft and the blond stared at him, a bit shocked to see him looking so content.
“I'm naked in bed with you.” Uruha replied back, his voice low and sultry as he brought their lips together for a chaste kiss. Aoi hummed his amusement into that kiss, caressing the blond’s cheek before drawing back and simply staring at Uruha's gorgeous features. He started to move away, intent on pulling himself out to make them both more comfortable, but the incubus squeezed his thighs together to keep him in place. “Where are you going?” he demanded, eyes searching for an answer.
“Nowhere.”
Uruha seemed to hesitate before he let his legs drop down onto the bed, and he winced as Aoi pulled out of him, leaving a raw and empty feeling behind. Now laying by the blond's side, Aoi gave a quick stretch for his aching muscles before he felt Uruha's lush body awkwardly press against his. Their eyes found each other, and the brunette saw the tentative look in his eyes. He smiled and wrapped his arms around the blond's shoulders, and Uruha smiled happily at Aoi’s reaction as he snuggled into the warm embrace, despite his body burning from what they had done.
Aoi was dozing off, the peaceful silence in the room was soothing, and the calming cadence of Uruha’s breathing was making him drop off to sleep. “You’re a bit of an idiot.” the blond whispered, using his index finger to trace the dark nipple on the older man’s chest, causing him to jump at the sudden contact and words.
“What? An idiot?” Aoi looked perplexed as he stared down at the demon in his arms. Uruha chuckled; smooth pale legs tangling with his lover’s. “Yeah. Didn’t you know your magic returned after you broke free?”
Aoi gaped; scandalized. He hadn’t even noticed. He was too focused on Uruha, but now he felt power course through his veins and if he wanted to, he could easily overpower the blond and make his escape. Aoi no longer had the intent to leave, though. He had come to terms with what he felt, and he was strangely at peace with himself; Uruha in his arms.
“You’re not angry?” the incubus questioned, curious as to why Aoi had suddenly let his guard down. Maybe it had something to do with the impromptu ‘I love you’ he had demanded from the brunette in the throes of sex, but even as hope fluttered around his heart, he was sure it was more impulsive on Aoi’s part.
“No. Not really. I was, because you’re a demon and you tricked me into coming here.” he gave Uruha a hard glare, as if reprimanding him for pretending to be ‘Yoko’; bribing the inn keep with money to keep silent, but he couldn’t keep his facade up long and let a smile blossom when Uruha simply smirked at the plan that had brought them together. “But that doesn’t really matter. Not anymore. I’ll put my trust in you... The words ‘I love you’ are too beautiful to be ignored.”
Uruha’s breath hitched at that; he felt Aoi lift him up so that the blond was laying on the the older man’s chest, their lips brushing against each other in another kiss as Aoi massaged the nape of Uruha’s neck. “Time is irrelevant to me, but sixty four years is rather long.” he whispered, peppering the lightest of kisses along Uruha’s cheek.
“Damn straight it is,” Uruha retorted haughtily. “You move around like a fucking cheetah, always wearing that stupid hood.” he complained, smacking Aoi’s chest as punishment. “I can’t see your gorgeous face if it’s always covered, you know.”
Aoi snorted, clearly amused at Uruha’s complaint. “Is my face all you care about?”
“No. I like your dick as well.” Uruha teased, shivering as his body temperature cooled down, the sweat that had formed on his skin chilling him. Aoi saw this and tenderly brought the incubus closer, pulling the cool, crisp sheets over them both.
“Hey,” the blond whispered, as he slowly lost himself to sleep within Aoi’s embrace. “Will you be here in the morning?”
Aoi’s arms tightened around Uruha’s lithe frame, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head in a silent gesture of comfort. “Maybe.” he replied, only to grunt when the incubus pinched his side again, wanting a proper answer to ease his worries. “Yes, I’ll be here.” he promised, chuckling to himself as the blond snuggled up against him, pleased with what he had heard.
“Good, because I wouldn’t want to let my greatest conquest go.” Uruha murmured.
Aoi smirked, closing his eyes as he stroked the top of Uruha’s head, starting to drift off to sleep. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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“Oh, by the way, I didn’t make Yoko up. There really is a woman in need of your services.”
“WHAT?”
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Comments: Finished! I'm still not too happy with the ending, but I suppose it will have to do. Thanks so much for all the comments I got on the first part. You guys have no idea how much I appreciate it ;^;