Speed fic!
Whole
NC17 for everything ever
Non-profit fanfiction
Digital Devil Saga spoilers.
Dedicated; to Miss nyxmidnight :D.
Also; might make a bit more sense if you read the prequelish snippet first over here.
Harley closed his eyes, trying to ignore the discordant thumps, clangs and muffled yells coming from the neighbouring room. He did not want to think who had been imprisoned so close to him or what rendered them so furious for days on end - he had given up protesting swiftly at the lack of response, but his neighbour still seemed to have the energy to fight on.
That said, his neighbour likely ate the corpses brought his way without guilt or fear; likely did not feel as Harley did that there was something seriously wrong with eating others. Whenever she passed by he felt that maybe he had something in common with Argilla, their joint lack of desire to eat, but he could still see written in her eyes the slight resentment of his being one of the first to watch her feed. His presence confirmed her guilt, same as her presence kept reminding him of his failed attempt to devour the Embryon.
Heat thought keeping prisoners was 'retarded', though what exactly that word meant was beyond Harley's understanding. Serph never said anything. Cielo said too damned much, half of it not relevant to anything Harley could think of, although at least the constant attempts at cheering people up seemed genuine.
Serph was the leader but Harley found himself obedient to Gale; had been force fed by the man on several occasions before he began, however reluctantly, to take charge of feeding himself. There was one occasion when he acquired a stomach ache that went unnoticed and Gale tried to force feed him again, but after the results of that endeavour Gale swiftly brought a dis-ache and, as if there was some need to, apologised for the incident.
He wasn't sure if it was something related to his dim memories - no, dreams, they had to be dreams even though the thought of their ending rendered him shivery and ill anytime it came to mind - but food did not taste the same without Gale assisting him. He'd let it slide at first, thought perhaps it was just because he had been forced into eating this way through Gale's unusual method first before he started tearing meat from bones with his own teeth and keeping it down.
But some of the dreams were definitely dreams, because he would wake up sore in sheets wet with sweat and something he couldn't identify after disjointed images of Gale feeding him turning into Gale licking him and Gale swallowing him consumed whatever was left of his sleep.
He would not say anything, kept silent as the corpses came and went as did the increasingly infrequent visits from Embryon members. At some point he thought he heard something about a move but his room was never entered and though he had panicked again for a while, thinking himself forgotten and left to starve and go mad, the Embryon did return for fleeting visits, rarely talking anymore, likelier to drop off a corpse and leave immediately after.
Time passed in the corpse parts lining his room - he'd taken to keeping a bone from each so he could get some idea of how long he had been kept like this - when the Embryon's returns increased in frequency once more, though all of them seemed sobered compare with how they had been when they first captured him. Heat seemed broken instead of simply angry, Argilla determined despite her hatred of her condition...
It was the change in Gale that bothered Harley most, not simply because of the dreams but because, compared with the others, his was slight. Even after his waking to emotion he seemed... half developed, as though he was still exploring emotional responses and how they worked with the mind of an analyst as they came and went.
Harley backed up against the wall when Gale stormed into the room, fearful more than anything else of what could cause Gale to storm in anywhere from what little he knew of the man.
"When I fed you. You were different," Gale announced, preventing Harley from moving with a foot against his chest to stop his leaving the wall. "Your body changed. What does that mean? I do not comprehend. Why would your body do that?"
Harley shrugged as best as he could, did not know what Gale wanted to understand because he had no idea what it meant when his dreams brought that strange wetness to his sheets, had no idea what it meant when Gale's feeding technique had started to leave him sore afterwards. "I don't know," He replied, honestly, but that only seemed to frustrate the green-haired Embryon more.
"I must know," Gale declared. "I have to know what it means."
Harley nearly choked when after barely a moment's pause Gale's foot shifted down to press firm against his crotch, pushing through the material and that strangely familiar soreness was returning, worsening as Gale's foot started to shift in small circles. "Please, I don't -"
"I made you change before. Lupa made that change happen in me and I do not comprehend."
"You defeated Lupa -"
Gale snarled despite himself, foot pressing harder, and there was something in his eyes Harley knew but did not understand because when his eyes had watered over it was fear that had brought it on and there was no way that Gale could be afraid of him. Wasn't there?
He shifted under Gale's foot, feeling his breathing quicken and his muscles tense, almost as they had before a battle but with this underlying... different sort of tension. It was bizarre, almost as if he wanted Gale to do this to him, even though he didn't entirely understand what this was and even though Gale didn't entirely understand what this was.
"What does this make you feel?" Gale asked. "Why would anyone desire this?"
"I don't know, I -" But that was not entirely true because even though he did not understand why, he knew - could not entirely describe it. "I want you to eat me, I think - not, not kill, just -" There had to be words, didn't there? "I think I want - I -" And he could not speak because every time he tried to capture what he was thinking it leapt out of reach, changing, strange concepts like wanting to be eaten, wanting to be inside Gale, mixing with his watching Gale's lips, Gale's tongue and slightly, just slightly out of place hair, watching Gale's crotch to see if anything happened to him. "I want something from you," Harley managed to get out, and then breathing was uncomfortable and his clothes seemed too much, felt clingy and hot, and he was arching into the movements of Gale's foot, helpless. He wanted that contact, that much he knew, but did not know why, did not know what the soreness was building towards.
"Why would anyone desire this?" Gale repeated, and Harley found himself biting his lip, sweating near uncontrollably before gasping as the ache became too much and wetness spasmed out of him, but it wasn't urine, it wasn't necessity or fear that had made it happen, it was something else and it felt so fucking good -
Fucking, that word, he did not know what it meant but at the same time he knew it sure as anything had something to do with all this. "Fucking," Harley announced, knowing all too well that if Gale had the slightest inkling he was hiding something then hours could be spent torturing the information out of him one way or another. "I don't know, but fucking -"
"What I wanted from Lupa was not called fucking," Gale cut across before stepping back hastily, the pressure of his foot gone and that was a relief now that the soreness had eased. "It was not - how -" Gale seemed to have become aware of something, some contradiction in himself that made him nervous or uncomfortable, and moved towards the door. "Cielo will bring you your food tonight. You will not be kept much longer."
"Gale, I'm sorry," Harley began, completely unaware of what he might be apologising for but knowing he had needed to do it nonetheless. "For Lupa. I'm sorry."
"It is not your concern," Gale replied, closing the door behind him hastily, and Harley wondered why he wanted to be against Gale at that moment, what significance holding him could possess. He could do little; Gale's actions had left him exhausted and in need of a rest - and change of clothes, when the opportunity presented itself.
But that had not been enough. It had been good, but it had not been enough.
He wanted to be consumed by Gale, but it was too plainly clear that Gale had already been consumed by something else.
Harley could not place why that would make him angry.
The End
NC17 for everything ever
Non-profit fanfiction
Digital Devil Saga spoilers.
Dedicated; to Miss nyxmidnight :D.
Also; might make a bit more sense if you read the prequelish snippet first over here.
Harley closed his eyes, trying to ignore the discordant thumps, clangs and muffled yells coming from the neighbouring room. He did not want to think who had been imprisoned so close to him or what rendered them so furious for days on end - he had given up protesting swiftly at the lack of response, but his neighbour still seemed to have the energy to fight on.
That said, his neighbour likely ate the corpses brought his way without guilt or fear; likely did not feel as Harley did that there was something seriously wrong with eating others. Whenever she passed by he felt that maybe he had something in common with Argilla, their joint lack of desire to eat, but he could still see written in her eyes the slight resentment of his being one of the first to watch her feed. His presence confirmed her guilt, same as her presence kept reminding him of his failed attempt to devour the Embryon.
Heat thought keeping prisoners was 'retarded', though what exactly that word meant was beyond Harley's understanding. Serph never said anything. Cielo said too damned much, half of it not relevant to anything Harley could think of, although at least the constant attempts at cheering people up seemed genuine.
Serph was the leader but Harley found himself obedient to Gale; had been force fed by the man on several occasions before he began, however reluctantly, to take charge of feeding himself. There was one occasion when he acquired a stomach ache that went unnoticed and Gale tried to force feed him again, but after the results of that endeavour Gale swiftly brought a dis-ache and, as if there was some need to, apologised for the incident.
He wasn't sure if it was something related to his dim memories - no, dreams, they had to be dreams even though the thought of their ending rendered him shivery and ill anytime it came to mind - but food did not taste the same without Gale assisting him. He'd let it slide at first, thought perhaps it was just because he had been forced into eating this way through Gale's unusual method first before he started tearing meat from bones with his own teeth and keeping it down.
But some of the dreams were definitely dreams, because he would wake up sore in sheets wet with sweat and something he couldn't identify after disjointed images of Gale feeding him turning into Gale licking him and Gale swallowing him consumed whatever was left of his sleep.
He would not say anything, kept silent as the corpses came and went as did the increasingly infrequent visits from Embryon members. At some point he thought he heard something about a move but his room was never entered and though he had panicked again for a while, thinking himself forgotten and left to starve and go mad, the Embryon did return for fleeting visits, rarely talking anymore, likelier to drop off a corpse and leave immediately after.
Time passed in the corpse parts lining his room - he'd taken to keeping a bone from each so he could get some idea of how long he had been kept like this - when the Embryon's returns increased in frequency once more, though all of them seemed sobered compare with how they had been when they first captured him. Heat seemed broken instead of simply angry, Argilla determined despite her hatred of her condition...
It was the change in Gale that bothered Harley most, not simply because of the dreams but because, compared with the others, his was slight. Even after his waking to emotion he seemed... half developed, as though he was still exploring emotional responses and how they worked with the mind of an analyst as they came and went.
Harley backed up against the wall when Gale stormed into the room, fearful more than anything else of what could cause Gale to storm in anywhere from what little he knew of the man.
"When I fed you. You were different," Gale announced, preventing Harley from moving with a foot against his chest to stop his leaving the wall. "Your body changed. What does that mean? I do not comprehend. Why would your body do that?"
Harley shrugged as best as he could, did not know what Gale wanted to understand because he had no idea what it meant when his dreams brought that strange wetness to his sheets, had no idea what it meant when Gale's feeding technique had started to leave him sore afterwards. "I don't know," He replied, honestly, but that only seemed to frustrate the green-haired Embryon more.
"I must know," Gale declared. "I have to know what it means."
Harley nearly choked when after barely a moment's pause Gale's foot shifted down to press firm against his crotch, pushing through the material and that strangely familiar soreness was returning, worsening as Gale's foot started to shift in small circles. "Please, I don't -"
"I made you change before. Lupa made that change happen in me and I do not comprehend."
"You defeated Lupa -"
Gale snarled despite himself, foot pressing harder, and there was something in his eyes Harley knew but did not understand because when his eyes had watered over it was fear that had brought it on and there was no way that Gale could be afraid of him. Wasn't there?
He shifted under Gale's foot, feeling his breathing quicken and his muscles tense, almost as they had before a battle but with this underlying... different sort of tension. It was bizarre, almost as if he wanted Gale to do this to him, even though he didn't entirely understand what this was and even though Gale didn't entirely understand what this was.
"What does this make you feel?" Gale asked. "Why would anyone desire this?"
"I don't know, I -" But that was not entirely true because even though he did not understand why, he knew - could not entirely describe it. "I want you to eat me, I think - not, not kill, just -" There had to be words, didn't there? "I think I want - I -" And he could not speak because every time he tried to capture what he was thinking it leapt out of reach, changing, strange concepts like wanting to be eaten, wanting to be inside Gale, mixing with his watching Gale's lips, Gale's tongue and slightly, just slightly out of place hair, watching Gale's crotch to see if anything happened to him. "I want something from you," Harley managed to get out, and then breathing was uncomfortable and his clothes seemed too much, felt clingy and hot, and he was arching into the movements of Gale's foot, helpless. He wanted that contact, that much he knew, but did not know why, did not know what the soreness was building towards.
"Why would anyone desire this?" Gale repeated, and Harley found himself biting his lip, sweating near uncontrollably before gasping as the ache became too much and wetness spasmed out of him, but it wasn't urine, it wasn't necessity or fear that had made it happen, it was something else and it felt so fucking good -
Fucking, that word, he did not know what it meant but at the same time he knew it sure as anything had something to do with all this. "Fucking," Harley announced, knowing all too well that if Gale had the slightest inkling he was hiding something then hours could be spent torturing the information out of him one way or another. "I don't know, but fucking -"
"What I wanted from Lupa was not called fucking," Gale cut across before stepping back hastily, the pressure of his foot gone and that was a relief now that the soreness had eased. "It was not - how -" Gale seemed to have become aware of something, some contradiction in himself that made him nervous or uncomfortable, and moved towards the door. "Cielo will bring you your food tonight. You will not be kept much longer."
"Gale, I'm sorry," Harley began, completely unaware of what he might be apologising for but knowing he had needed to do it nonetheless. "For Lupa. I'm sorry."
"It is not your concern," Gale replied, closing the door behind him hastily, and Harley wondered why he wanted to be against Gale at that moment, what significance holding him could possess. He could do little; Gale's actions had left him exhausted and in need of a rest - and change of clothes, when the opportunity presented itself.
But that had not been enough. It had been good, but it had not been enough.
He wanted to be consumed by Gale, but it was too plainly clear that Gale had already been consumed by something else.
Harley could not place why that would make him angry.
The End