[One-Shot] And more Snake God AU
Title: And more supernatural gods and snake demon AU...
Fandom: Takizawa Hideaki, Yara Tomoyuki
Pairings/Characters: Takizawa Hideaki, Yara Tomoyuki, mentions of Kis-My-Ft2 and Imai Tsubasa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fantasy AU, prequel to the first Snake God AU fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A.
A/N: I had this scene in my head for a while but somehow it doesn't sound quite right when I write it out? *sigh* Wish you could just make mind movies somehow... wouldn't that me nice?
They called him an ‘anti-god’, whoever ‘they’ were. Takizawa looked at the seven crystals in his hand - a little souvenir from the celestial palace from which he’d been cast out. He would make them regret doing so. After all he had done for them in the past centuries.
Walking through the thick, dark forest, he soon arrived at his destination. The mortals had forgotten about these ruins. It would become their downfall. Even the gods’ memories would surely have faded into almost oblivion already. What were a couple hundred years of terror if you lived forever after all? Nothing, most would say. But Takizawa would remind them of the fear and terror the darkness, which many of them believed to have banished for good, was capable of invoking.
Nothing was forever. Nothing.
He knew that all too well. He had always believed they had forever. Tsubasa had always promised him forever. But then his partner, his beloved, had been taken away from him.
So now he would take away the immortals’ favorite plaything. The human world.
With a flick of his hand the tunnels underneath the ruins of the old temple lit up with bright flames. He located the tomb in the very heart of the underground maze with ease. It was hard not to pick up the energy it radiated. What rested here was not mortal and it was old. Almost as old as himself.
To the human eye, the tomb was unmarked, a mere piece of rock but it started to reveal its true form as he stepped closer. The dark marble displayed the golden mark of the snake. Waving his hand over the sealing runes, he twisted them and mixed them with the energy of the tomb. They curled and slithered over the black surface like living beings.
Soon seven snake heads rose from the stone, fangs bared. One by one, he set the crystals he’d been holding into their mouths.
“Rise, Naga. Break the chains of slavery put on you and return to thy true master’s side.”
An enormous snake uncurled around him and the seven heads roared. The lid of the tomb slid back and Takizawa stepped up to extend his hand in offer.
“It’s been a couple of centuries, Yara.”
Scales disappeared and turned into human skin. The hand that grabbed onto Takizawa’s was warm. Golden eyes looked at him from inside the tomb, the prison he had just torn open.
“Takizawa?”
“You remember me.”
“You’re hard to forget,” Yara hissed when he breathed in the air outside. The air of freedom. “You broke the seal. How? And more importantly, why?”
Takizawa shrugged. “I wanted to set you free. It’s been long enough.”
Yara looked at the other but decided not to ask any further. He knew Takizawa must have ulterior motives but he wouldn’t pry. He knew the other well enough not to.
A spell of weakness hit him and he had to lean against the marble of the forsaken tomb. He was weak. A few centuries of imprisonment had not gone by without notice.
“I broke the seal but I cannot undo all the spells they placed on you. You will need to do this yourself once you’ve regained your strength again. I will leave you with Naga and we’ll see each other once more when the time has come,” Takizawa announced then. “Rise back to the glory you once had and beyond.”
Those were the last words Takizawa spoke before he left. He did make Yara one more present though. The ruins seemed to grow back into their shape from centuries ago and a majestic temple stretched out in the middle of the forest once more with fertile soil and plenty of game surrounding it to draw people closer to the snake den.
Yara closed his eyes and sighed. Follow him, huh? That was what Takizawa wanted?
Well, if the other was so patient…
“Naga,” he spoke softly and the giant seven-headed snake coiled itself around him. Seven sets of eyes were looking at him expectantly. Opening his own golden ones, he smiled and touched each one of the heads affectionaly.
The giant snake body disappeared and in a blast of wind, seven figures materialized themselves in front of him. He stepped forward to greet them.
Red and silver garments falling off his human form’s shoulders, the first head of Naga, the oldest, greeted him with a dark hiss, pushing himself up from where he had been lying in a heap on the floor. He leaned into Yara’s touch and one of his eyes glowed golden. “We have been waiting for your return, master.”
The next head, with the blue and silver garments draped across his shoulders, sidled up against Yara and the two moved in a fluid dance together. “We’ve waited for so long.”
“We watched over you.”
“We were chained and enslaved by those who betrayed you.”
“But only you are our true master.”
“What are your orders?”
“How can we serve you?”
Yara went from one to the next until he’d touched and greeted all seven and then returned to sit on the open tomb again. The seven kneeled on the floor in front of him, awaiting his orders.
“Be my eyes, my hands, my legs…” Yara spoke. “Rise and go forth.”
Title: More Snake God AU...?
Fandom: THEY Budo, Mis Snow Man, Yara Tomoyuki
Pairings/Characters: Yamamoto Ryota x Sakuma Daisuke (x Yara) if that makes sense, you'll see why; THEY Budo, mentions of others
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, Fantasy themes, dark, smut...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A.
A/N: This is a different AU than the other snake god ones that I wrote. Just saying. For yararanger and snowqueenofhoth. This somehow spooked around my brain and I don't even know where it came from and why it turned out like this and... I'm a bit wthhhh at myself. ^^; Hope you still like it. Also, the end is ambiguous on purpose.
Centuries of imprisonment had made him weak. There hadn’t been any souls to feast on, any blood to bathe in. Yara stretched out on the cold marble of what had once supposedly been his eternal prison, his tomb. His senses picked up a mortal close by. Food at last.
It was a young male. His eyes were full of curiosity when he stepped into the old ruins. Yara liked the sight that presented itself in front of him. Maybe after devouring this poor unfortunate soul he’d have enough strength to venture outside for a while. He wondered how the world had changed in the past few centuries he’d been locked away.
He lured the male closer and then pressed his lips against the other’s. A sweet death it would be at least.
Sucking out the soul, Yara devoured it hungrily. The body fell limply into his arms once he was done. Feeling a surge of energy go through him, he shed his current form, discarding it like an old skin and slipped into the still warm, still living body of the male he’d just turned into a soulless shell - perfect for his purposes.
A moment later, he opened his eyes again and looked at the decaying body inside the tomb in disgust. He’d kept that alive longer than he would have wanted.
Looking down at his current form, Yara couldn’t complain all that much. The body was built compact, slender with just the right amount of muscles. Soft, dark, wavy hair framed a fair face adorned with little spots on both cheeks. They almost looked like the marks of a snake, almost. Maybe they had been generations back? He wondered if this had been fate.
Smirking, he closed his eyes and willed them to turn dark, to turn human once more - to turn from the eyes of Yara, into the eyes of the male who now no longer existed, Sakuma Daisuke.
~*~
Yamamoto waited in front of the school gates, stepping back and forth on his feet because really, he couldn’t just keep still and checked the time again. He was early for a change. Maybe that was why it felt so strange to wait.
“Sorry! I had cleaning duty,” a voice called out and someone skidded to a halt right in front of him. After catching his breath again, Sakuma looked at Yamamoto with a bright smile. “We’re not late yet, though, right? Let’s go!”
Smiling, Yamamoto nodded, “We have more than enough time.”
The two didn’t attend the same school, hell, Yamamoto was a few years older and out of school already but they had met at a gym a while ago, where both of their dance groups practiced. So far schedules hadn’t seemed to overlap but with the change of school years times seemed to have shifted and they had run into each other and befriended each other. With group members coming and going, the two groups had eventually merged into one by now.
Tonight, the groups had arranged to go to a competition not too far away, to watch the more experienced groups battle each other.
“You just went on a field trip until the other day, right? How was it? We kind of missed you at practice. It was suddenly a lot quieter than usual,” Yamamoto laughed softly and asked as they made their way to the gym where the competition would take place, which was not too far away from Sakuma’s school.
Sakuma hummed softly, “Well, I’m glad you even noticed my absence.” He stuck out his tongue. Then he continued properly, “We visited a lot of old shrines and temples and all and then we had an earthquake. Apparently I hit my head when I stumbled so I don’t remember anything else. I woke up in the first-aid room of the big temple we’d been visiting. I wasn’t allowed to move my head too much so my mother kept me at home and didn’t let me go dancing and do crazy acrobatics that would break my brain or something.” He laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. “Embarrassing.”
“Hey, something worse could’ve happened! I’m glad you’re okay,” Yamamoto commented.
Sakuma smiled happily at the other, “Thank you for caring, Ryota-kun.”
Something about the other’s smile drove heat into Yamamoto’s cheeks and he turned away. “Ah, I see the others!” He ran up to the group waiting by the gym’s entrance.
When nobody was looking, Sakuma’s eyes glowed golden for a split second and his features changed into a smug smirk. But then the bright, cheerful smile was back in place again as he greeted his friends.
After the competition, Yamamoto went home with some of his friends. They had a long train ride ahead and the whole car for themselves. Only some passed out salarymen were snoring on the far side.
“I wish we were as good as our senpai,” Hayashi heaved a sigh.
Takahashi petted his friend’s back encouragingly, “We’re getting there, don’t worry.”
Eda grinned at the other three, “Ne, I heard a story from one of them at the competition today. Want to hear it? But I warn you, it’s not for the fainthearted.”
Yamamoto shivered, “You and your creepy stories!”
Shrugging, Takahashi said, “We have a long ride ahead. Might as well listen to whatever he has to say. It’ll make time pass by a lot faster.”
The light in the car flickered as the train rumbled over a small bump and Eda started his story, narrating in a creepy, lowered voice, “They call him the Dance Reaper…”
Hayashi groaned but the others shut him up.
“Apparently he’s been going around lately, challenging people to one-on-one dance battles. He never asks for money, he just wants your soul if you lose to him,” Eda continued. “Nobody has ever seen him, or well, the ones who have are nowhere to be found anymore, or they didn’t live to tell the tale. But it is said that whoever it is has the dance skills of a god and no mortal dancer can ever be a match for him.”
Yamamoto shivered, “I don’t want to die in a dance battle. I do this because I love it not because I want money for it.”
“Don’t we all,” Takahashi agreed. “But well, some people do want to make a living out of this and not just do it for a hobby. Also, dance battles are the easiest way to get scouted, some people say. And I think it’s true. Did you see all those rich looking guys at the competition today? I’m sure they were scouts.”
“And I’m sure it’s one of them whisking these people away. They disappear because they get contracts and all one way or another and put an end to their ‘roots’ because maybe it’s bad for their image?” He paused for a moment, “Who has gone missing lately? None of our group, right? I only heard from one of my friends that apparently a few kids he used to teach started to vanish. Iwamoto, Watanabe, Abe, Sanada... He said that he wouldn’t be surprised since the kids did seem to have talent in them.” Eda rambled on.
“Or maybe because they got the contract by means that their old comrades wouldn’t approve of.” Hayashi pointed out.
Snorting, Takahashi asked, “Like what? Becoming some old fart's personal slave?”
“Mark your words, Ryu. They might be truer than you think they are.”
“That’s…wrong,” Yamamoto shuddered.
Eda snickered and wrapped an arm around his friend, “Why? You totally aren’t a homophobe, Ryota, I know you’re totally after the cute little bouncy guy from the other school. Sakuma, right?”
“I am n-”
“They even have the same rings. Did he tell you that? Bought them by chance,” Takahashi supplied.
“Ryota! You’re talking about stuff being wrong and here you are seducing innocent little high school boys!” Eda reprimanded with a teasing undertone.
“I am no-” Yamamoto’s second indignant squeak was interrupted when the conductor announced the next station. He’d be getting off here. Flailing, he got up and glared at the rest, “I hate you!”
“We love you, too,” Eda chirped and waved.
Yamamoto made his way home. Eda’s creepy story was still lurking at the back of his mind but for now he had pushed it aside. He looked at the ring on his finger and Sakuma’s smile came to haunt his thoughts. He shook his head. There was no way he could just…ask.
A few days later he stuffed his phone into his pocked with a huff. People had cancelled on him left and right and now dance practice looked like it would be a pretty solitary affair.
His mood shifted a bit though when he heard music once he walked up to their usual room. It seemed that he wouldn’t be all by himself after all.
Opening the door, he found Sakuma dancing there by himself. The other didn’t seem to have noticed him so he slipped in as quietly as he could and decided to just watch. He was always moving around himself so he hadn’t actually had the chance to watch the other a lot. Of course he’d helped Sakuma with the other’s acrobatics and all but that wasn’t the same.
He found himself captivated by the other’s movements. They were so fluid and graceful, so…perfect.
Yamamoto had to blink when the image in front of him seemed to flicker and change and there was no longer Sakuma’s form dancing in front of him but the one of an unknown male. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He must’ve breathed in weird stuff at his part-time job today.
“Ryota-kun!” Sakuma had finished his routine and had discovered Yamamoto by the door, next to the stereo. He was flailing and a soft blush covered his cheeks. “I didn’t know you were-! I-Uhm.”
Grinning, Yamamoto got up and walked over. “I didn’t want you to stop. That was awesome just now!”
“Ah it was,” Sakuma paused for a moment and looked down. “That wasn’t me, really.”
“Huh?” Yamamoto blinked at the other in confusion. “What do you mean that wasn’t you? I saw you.”
Sakuma opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Then his features softened a bit and he leaned in close, “I could teach you some stuff if you want?”
The earlier comment forgotten again, Yamamoto’s face brightened, “Really? I’d love to learn!”
“Love, hm,” Sakuma smiled and leaned in closer still. “Love seems like a good keyword.” He grabbed onto Yamamoto’s jacket and pressed their lips together.
Yamamoto’s eyes widened and he would have flailed, had his body not completely refused any signals from his brain right now. All the channels seemed to be focused on ‘shock’. Sakuma was- Sakuma was-!
He shoved his thoughts aside and focused on kissing the other back.
It seemed as if the kiss had torn down barriers between them, especially on Yamamoto’s side, and he was not at all surprised by how things proceeded from there. Seeing that he was wearing more, his clothes went off first in between more kisses. They were scattered all over the room as they moved across it to a pile of yoga mats in the corner.
Yamamoto peeled Sakuma’s shirt off the other and ran his hand over the other’s soft skin, which seemed to glitter a bit in the light. A sheen of sweat from dancing was covering it still.
“Ryota,” Sakuma sighed softly and arched into Yamamoto’s touch slightly.
It made him smile and he explored more of the other’s body with both his fingers and his lips. He felt how Sakuma’s hands almost clumsily touched him back, shyly running his fingers over his abdomen, tracing the little bumps of his muscles there.
“Don’t be afraid, you can touch me all you want, too,” he whispered against Sakuma’s lips and pressed the other's hands down. “I won’t disappear, I won’t run away.”
Sakuma hummed his affirmation into the kiss and his hands roamed all over Yamamoto’s body before coming to rest on the front of his pants, undoing the button and zipper with a flick of his hand that seemed to be in such stark contrast to his shy touches earlier. It seemed as if Sakuma was constantly drifting back and forth from being confident and being shy. Yamamoto wondered whether the other already had any experience or not or whether he was Sakuma’s first.
He wouldn’t be surprised though if it did not turn out to be the first time. Yamamoto himself had started fooling around when he had been in his last year of high school.
A warm hand on his cock jerked him out of his thoughts again and he looked down to see Sakuma kneeling between his slightly spread legs. “I’ll make you feel good, Ryota-kun.” Sakuma’s eyes seemed darker than they usually were, clouded over with lust and want. It almost sent a cold shiver down Yamamoto’s spine and he closed his eyes for a moment and nodded.
“Okay.”
His eyes flew open again a few seconds later when he felt Sakuma’s mouth around his cock. Surprise didn’t even start to cover what he was feeling right now. Eyes wide, he looked down and the sight almost made him come right then and there. So he cursed softly and willed his eyes shut again. Only to be assaulted by mental images. Sakuma definitely couldn’t be new to this, Yamamoto thought. Otherwise the other must have had some damn big amount of talent.
The orgasm rolled around like a small wave of warmth washing through his body, crawling from his lower body up to his head and down to his toes.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Sakuma kneeling on the floor in front of him still, biting his lip cutely, face scrunched up a bit. Yamamoto laughed softly and reached out to pet the other’s head.
“Do I taste bad?”
“Eh? What n-no!” Sakuma flailed and fell back on his ass when he moved. “Ow!”
Yamamoto laughed again and pulled Sakuma up against him. “It’s weird. I know,” he kissed the other gently. When he did, he felt something poking his belly.
“Your turn?” he asked when their lips parted again. Sakuma just looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
“Give me a second,” Yamamoto set the other down gently and scrambled up. He found his bag somewhere under a shirt and dug around in it. He finally produced something with a bright neon-green note stuck to it.
/You are totally going to thank me for this one day, Ryota. I totally know you will. You better make good use of it and not sit on it by accident or something. - Eda/
Indeed this was going to come in handy now. Yamamoto just wondered whether or not he should really thank Eda for it later. Maybe he’d just buy the other lunch of something without saying why.
Returning to where Sakuma was he apologized for making the other wait.
“Want me to do it myself or do you want to?” Sakuma asked him out of the blue. The mere thought of Sakuma doing what he’d just offered to made Yamamoto’s cock twitch again and he shook his head.
“Let me? Otherwise I’ll feel useless,” he gave the other a grin and unscrewed the tube.
Humming his agreement softly, Sakuma settled down on his elbows and spread his thighs, pulling up his knees so Yamamoto had better access.
When Yamamoto pushed in the first slick finger, he bit his lip a bit when he noticed how tight the other was. “Relax?” he asked and playfully kissed one of Sakuma’s knees.
It got better by the time be pushed in a second finger. He watched Sakuma squirm a bit and scratch at the mats under them with his fingers. The other’s eyes were on him and he thought about how pretty they were. There seemed to be little dots of gold visible in the warm, dark brown. A bit like Sakuma’s beauty marks on his cheeks, just in his eyes.
After a few more minutes of stretching and being subjected to the sounds Sakuma made, Yamamoto deemed the other - and himself - ready for what was to follow. Pulling his fingers out, he wiped them clean and was about to grab one of the condoms when a hand stopped him.
“No need.”
“But-”
“No need,” Sakuma repeated and pulled Yamamoto back and rolled over to straddle the other’s hips again, just like when they’d started earlier. “It’s going to be okay.”
Yamamoto swallowed and nodded. “If you say so?”
“Yes,” Sakuma whispered and kissed Yamamoto, wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders.
Putting his hands on Sakuma’s hips, Yamamoto returned the kiss. He could just lose himself in these kisses.
He had to pull his lips away again suddenly though when Sakuma abruptly sunk down onto him. “Oh god!” he gasped.
“God…? I like that,” Sakuma chuckled softly and pushed his hips lower impaling himself fully. His head came to rest on Yamamoto’s shoulder and the moan falling from his lips that moment pushed the older male dangerously close towards the edge.
Yamamoto’s grip on Sakuma’s hips tightened. “You’re full of surprises.”
“You like surprises?” Sakuma smiled against Yamamoto’s neck.
“You bet I do,” Yamamoto replied.
He flipped their positions again to really stop Sakuma from doing all the work and driving him. This wasn’t supposed to just be about him after all. The mat pile was narrow but both of them were very flexible so they made things work.
Threading his fingers through Sakuma’s he pushed into the other, eliciting little moans and gasps here and there. His other hand was on the other’s cock while Sakuma’s other hand was around Yamamoto’s shoulders, holding on tight.
It didn’t take very long for him to feel the heat starting to gather in his nether regions again. He felt Sakuma’s fingers tighten around his and he had to smile a little at the realization that apparently the other was just as close as he was.
“I’m-” Sakuma gasped softly.
“Go ahead,” he whispered.
When Sakuma reached his climax, he held onto Yamamoto’s shoulders tightly. A single tear slid down his cheek and Yamamoto wondered for a moment, if he’d accidentally hurt the other after all. Before he could ask though, his mind was taken over by his own orgasm.
It was so strong it threatened to knock him out.
“Goodbye, Ryota.”
“Huh? Daisuke?” he tried to blink his eyes open to look at the other again but found that he didn’t have the strength to and the world around him eventually turned completely dark and silent.
~*~
Yara looked down at the two bodies on the mats, sweaty and sticky with come, hands joined, fingers entwined. Humans were so interesting sometimes - and so tragic. It amused him.
His eyes wandered over the body of his vessel. Sakuma Daisuke’s body was starting to grow cold already, all life leaving him once and for all now that Yara had left it. Yara would devour the empty shell later, feast on the flesh to make it his own.
What to do about the other male though, he wondered. He wasn’t far off from reviving completely. He’d be able to with one more soul. But he thought it would be such a waste to kill the other as well right now. He’d taken to the boy. He wanted to play with him more.
But playing too much had caused him to get sealed away last time.
Ah, all the choices you had to make. All those compelling options life presented to you.
Heaving a soft sigh, Yara figured he should make a decision. Crawling over Yamamoto’s still but still breathing form, Yara leaned down to press his lips onto the other’s gently.
Fandom: Takizawa Hideaki, Yara Tomoyuki
Pairings/Characters: Takizawa Hideaki, Yara Tomoyuki, mentions of Kis-My-Ft2 and Imai Tsubasa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fantasy AU, prequel to the first Snake God AU fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A.
A/N: I had this scene in my head for a while but somehow it doesn't sound quite right when I write it out? *sigh* Wish you could just make mind movies somehow... wouldn't that me nice?
They called him an ‘anti-god’, whoever ‘they’ were. Takizawa looked at the seven crystals in his hand - a little souvenir from the celestial palace from which he’d been cast out. He would make them regret doing so. After all he had done for them in the past centuries.
Walking through the thick, dark forest, he soon arrived at his destination. The mortals had forgotten about these ruins. It would become their downfall. Even the gods’ memories would surely have faded into almost oblivion already. What were a couple hundred years of terror if you lived forever after all? Nothing, most would say. But Takizawa would remind them of the fear and terror the darkness, which many of them believed to have banished for good, was capable of invoking.
Nothing was forever. Nothing.
He knew that all too well. He had always believed they had forever. Tsubasa had always promised him forever. But then his partner, his beloved, had been taken away from him.
So now he would take away the immortals’ favorite plaything. The human world.
With a flick of his hand the tunnels underneath the ruins of the old temple lit up with bright flames. He located the tomb in the very heart of the underground maze with ease. It was hard not to pick up the energy it radiated. What rested here was not mortal and it was old. Almost as old as himself.
To the human eye, the tomb was unmarked, a mere piece of rock but it started to reveal its true form as he stepped closer. The dark marble displayed the golden mark of the snake. Waving his hand over the sealing runes, he twisted them and mixed them with the energy of the tomb. They curled and slithered over the black surface like living beings.
Soon seven snake heads rose from the stone, fangs bared. One by one, he set the crystals he’d been holding into their mouths.
“Rise, Naga. Break the chains of slavery put on you and return to thy true master’s side.”
An enormous snake uncurled around him and the seven heads roared. The lid of the tomb slid back and Takizawa stepped up to extend his hand in offer.
“It’s been a couple of centuries, Yara.”
Scales disappeared and turned into human skin. The hand that grabbed onto Takizawa’s was warm. Golden eyes looked at him from inside the tomb, the prison he had just torn open.
“Takizawa?”
“You remember me.”
“You’re hard to forget,” Yara hissed when he breathed in the air outside. The air of freedom. “You broke the seal. How? And more importantly, why?”
Takizawa shrugged. “I wanted to set you free. It’s been long enough.”
Yara looked at the other but decided not to ask any further. He knew Takizawa must have ulterior motives but he wouldn’t pry. He knew the other well enough not to.
A spell of weakness hit him and he had to lean against the marble of the forsaken tomb. He was weak. A few centuries of imprisonment had not gone by without notice.
“I broke the seal but I cannot undo all the spells they placed on you. You will need to do this yourself once you’ve regained your strength again. I will leave you with Naga and we’ll see each other once more when the time has come,” Takizawa announced then. “Rise back to the glory you once had and beyond.”
Those were the last words Takizawa spoke before he left. He did make Yara one more present though. The ruins seemed to grow back into their shape from centuries ago and a majestic temple stretched out in the middle of the forest once more with fertile soil and plenty of game surrounding it to draw people closer to the snake den.
Yara closed his eyes and sighed. Follow him, huh? That was what Takizawa wanted?
Well, if the other was so patient…
“Naga,” he spoke softly and the giant seven-headed snake coiled itself around him. Seven sets of eyes were looking at him expectantly. Opening his own golden ones, he smiled and touched each one of the heads affectionaly.
The giant snake body disappeared and in a blast of wind, seven figures materialized themselves in front of him. He stepped forward to greet them.
Red and silver garments falling off his human form’s shoulders, the first head of Naga, the oldest, greeted him with a dark hiss, pushing himself up from where he had been lying in a heap on the floor. He leaned into Yara’s touch and one of his eyes glowed golden. “We have been waiting for your return, master.”
The next head, with the blue and silver garments draped across his shoulders, sidled up against Yara and the two moved in a fluid dance together. “We’ve waited for so long.”
“We watched over you.”
“We were chained and enslaved by those who betrayed you.”
“But only you are our true master.”
“What are your orders?”
“How can we serve you?”
Yara went from one to the next until he’d touched and greeted all seven and then returned to sit on the open tomb again. The seven kneeled on the floor in front of him, awaiting his orders.
“Be my eyes, my hands, my legs…” Yara spoke. “Rise and go forth.”
Title: More Snake God AU...?
Fandom: THEY Budo, Mis Snow Man, Yara Tomoyuki
Pairings/Characters: Yamamoto Ryota x Sakuma Daisuke (x Yara) if that makes sense, you'll see why; THEY Budo, mentions of others
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, Fantasy themes, dark, smut...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A.
A/N: This is a different AU than the other snake god ones that I wrote. Just saying. For yararanger and snowqueenofhoth. This somehow spooked around my brain and I don't even know where it came from and why it turned out like this and... I'm a bit wthhhh at myself. ^^; Hope you still like it. Also, the end is ambiguous on purpose.
Centuries of imprisonment had made him weak. There hadn’t been any souls to feast on, any blood to bathe in. Yara stretched out on the cold marble of what had once supposedly been his eternal prison, his tomb. His senses picked up a mortal close by. Food at last.
It was a young male. His eyes were full of curiosity when he stepped into the old ruins. Yara liked the sight that presented itself in front of him. Maybe after devouring this poor unfortunate soul he’d have enough strength to venture outside for a while. He wondered how the world had changed in the past few centuries he’d been locked away.
He lured the male closer and then pressed his lips against the other’s. A sweet death it would be at least.
Sucking out the soul, Yara devoured it hungrily. The body fell limply into his arms once he was done. Feeling a surge of energy go through him, he shed his current form, discarding it like an old skin and slipped into the still warm, still living body of the male he’d just turned into a soulless shell - perfect for his purposes.
A moment later, he opened his eyes again and looked at the decaying body inside the tomb in disgust. He’d kept that alive longer than he would have wanted.
Looking down at his current form, Yara couldn’t complain all that much. The body was built compact, slender with just the right amount of muscles. Soft, dark, wavy hair framed a fair face adorned with little spots on both cheeks. They almost looked like the marks of a snake, almost. Maybe they had been generations back? He wondered if this had been fate.
Smirking, he closed his eyes and willed them to turn dark, to turn human once more - to turn from the eyes of Yara, into the eyes of the male who now no longer existed, Sakuma Daisuke.
~*~
Yamamoto waited in front of the school gates, stepping back and forth on his feet because really, he couldn’t just keep still and checked the time again. He was early for a change. Maybe that was why it felt so strange to wait.
“Sorry! I had cleaning duty,” a voice called out and someone skidded to a halt right in front of him. After catching his breath again, Sakuma looked at Yamamoto with a bright smile. “We’re not late yet, though, right? Let’s go!”
Smiling, Yamamoto nodded, “We have more than enough time.”
The two didn’t attend the same school, hell, Yamamoto was a few years older and out of school already but they had met at a gym a while ago, where both of their dance groups practiced. So far schedules hadn’t seemed to overlap but with the change of school years times seemed to have shifted and they had run into each other and befriended each other. With group members coming and going, the two groups had eventually merged into one by now.
Tonight, the groups had arranged to go to a competition not too far away, to watch the more experienced groups battle each other.
“You just went on a field trip until the other day, right? How was it? We kind of missed you at practice. It was suddenly a lot quieter than usual,” Yamamoto laughed softly and asked as they made their way to the gym where the competition would take place, which was not too far away from Sakuma’s school.
Sakuma hummed softly, “Well, I’m glad you even noticed my absence.” He stuck out his tongue. Then he continued properly, “We visited a lot of old shrines and temples and all and then we had an earthquake. Apparently I hit my head when I stumbled so I don’t remember anything else. I woke up in the first-aid room of the big temple we’d been visiting. I wasn’t allowed to move my head too much so my mother kept me at home and didn’t let me go dancing and do crazy acrobatics that would break my brain or something.” He laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. “Embarrassing.”
“Hey, something worse could’ve happened! I’m glad you’re okay,” Yamamoto commented.
Sakuma smiled happily at the other, “Thank you for caring, Ryota-kun.”
Something about the other’s smile drove heat into Yamamoto’s cheeks and he turned away. “Ah, I see the others!” He ran up to the group waiting by the gym’s entrance.
When nobody was looking, Sakuma’s eyes glowed golden for a split second and his features changed into a smug smirk. But then the bright, cheerful smile was back in place again as he greeted his friends.
After the competition, Yamamoto went home with some of his friends. They had a long train ride ahead and the whole car for themselves. Only some passed out salarymen were snoring on the far side.
“I wish we were as good as our senpai,” Hayashi heaved a sigh.
Takahashi petted his friend’s back encouragingly, “We’re getting there, don’t worry.”
Eda grinned at the other three, “Ne, I heard a story from one of them at the competition today. Want to hear it? But I warn you, it’s not for the fainthearted.”
Yamamoto shivered, “You and your creepy stories!”
Shrugging, Takahashi said, “We have a long ride ahead. Might as well listen to whatever he has to say. It’ll make time pass by a lot faster.”
The light in the car flickered as the train rumbled over a small bump and Eda started his story, narrating in a creepy, lowered voice, “They call him the Dance Reaper…”
Hayashi groaned but the others shut him up.
“Apparently he’s been going around lately, challenging people to one-on-one dance battles. He never asks for money, he just wants your soul if you lose to him,” Eda continued. “Nobody has ever seen him, or well, the ones who have are nowhere to be found anymore, or they didn’t live to tell the tale. But it is said that whoever it is has the dance skills of a god and no mortal dancer can ever be a match for him.”
Yamamoto shivered, “I don’t want to die in a dance battle. I do this because I love it not because I want money for it.”
“Don’t we all,” Takahashi agreed. “But well, some people do want to make a living out of this and not just do it for a hobby. Also, dance battles are the easiest way to get scouted, some people say. And I think it’s true. Did you see all those rich looking guys at the competition today? I’m sure they were scouts.”
“And I’m sure it’s one of them whisking these people away. They disappear because they get contracts and all one way or another and put an end to their ‘roots’ because maybe it’s bad for their image?” He paused for a moment, “Who has gone missing lately? None of our group, right? I only heard from one of my friends that apparently a few kids he used to teach started to vanish. Iwamoto, Watanabe, Abe, Sanada... He said that he wouldn’t be surprised since the kids did seem to have talent in them.” Eda rambled on.
“Or maybe because they got the contract by means that their old comrades wouldn’t approve of.” Hayashi pointed out.
Snorting, Takahashi asked, “Like what? Becoming some old fart's personal slave?”
“Mark your words, Ryu. They might be truer than you think they are.”
“That’s…wrong,” Yamamoto shuddered.
Eda snickered and wrapped an arm around his friend, “Why? You totally aren’t a homophobe, Ryota, I know you’re totally after the cute little bouncy guy from the other school. Sakuma, right?”
“I am n-”
“They even have the same rings. Did he tell you that? Bought them by chance,” Takahashi supplied.
“Ryota! You’re talking about stuff being wrong and here you are seducing innocent little high school boys!” Eda reprimanded with a teasing undertone.
“I am no-” Yamamoto’s second indignant squeak was interrupted when the conductor announced the next station. He’d be getting off here. Flailing, he got up and glared at the rest, “I hate you!”
“We love you, too,” Eda chirped and waved.
Yamamoto made his way home. Eda’s creepy story was still lurking at the back of his mind but for now he had pushed it aside. He looked at the ring on his finger and Sakuma’s smile came to haunt his thoughts. He shook his head. There was no way he could just…ask.
A few days later he stuffed his phone into his pocked with a huff. People had cancelled on him left and right and now dance practice looked like it would be a pretty solitary affair.
His mood shifted a bit though when he heard music once he walked up to their usual room. It seemed that he wouldn’t be all by himself after all.
Opening the door, he found Sakuma dancing there by himself. The other didn’t seem to have noticed him so he slipped in as quietly as he could and decided to just watch. He was always moving around himself so he hadn’t actually had the chance to watch the other a lot. Of course he’d helped Sakuma with the other’s acrobatics and all but that wasn’t the same.
He found himself captivated by the other’s movements. They were so fluid and graceful, so…perfect.
Yamamoto had to blink when the image in front of him seemed to flicker and change and there was no longer Sakuma’s form dancing in front of him but the one of an unknown male. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He must’ve breathed in weird stuff at his part-time job today.
“Ryota-kun!” Sakuma had finished his routine and had discovered Yamamoto by the door, next to the stereo. He was flailing and a soft blush covered his cheeks. “I didn’t know you were-! I-Uhm.”
Grinning, Yamamoto got up and walked over. “I didn’t want you to stop. That was awesome just now!”
“Ah it was,” Sakuma paused for a moment and looked down. “That wasn’t me, really.”
“Huh?” Yamamoto blinked at the other in confusion. “What do you mean that wasn’t you? I saw you.”
Sakuma opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Then his features softened a bit and he leaned in close, “I could teach you some stuff if you want?”
The earlier comment forgotten again, Yamamoto’s face brightened, “Really? I’d love to learn!”
“Love, hm,” Sakuma smiled and leaned in closer still. “Love seems like a good keyword.” He grabbed onto Yamamoto’s jacket and pressed their lips together.
Yamamoto’s eyes widened and he would have flailed, had his body not completely refused any signals from his brain right now. All the channels seemed to be focused on ‘shock’. Sakuma was- Sakuma was-!
He shoved his thoughts aside and focused on kissing the other back.
It seemed as if the kiss had torn down barriers between them, especially on Yamamoto’s side, and he was not at all surprised by how things proceeded from there. Seeing that he was wearing more, his clothes went off first in between more kisses. They were scattered all over the room as they moved across it to a pile of yoga mats in the corner.
Yamamoto peeled Sakuma’s shirt off the other and ran his hand over the other’s soft skin, which seemed to glitter a bit in the light. A sheen of sweat from dancing was covering it still.
“Ryota,” Sakuma sighed softly and arched into Yamamoto’s touch slightly.
It made him smile and he explored more of the other’s body with both his fingers and his lips. He felt how Sakuma’s hands almost clumsily touched him back, shyly running his fingers over his abdomen, tracing the little bumps of his muscles there.
“Don’t be afraid, you can touch me all you want, too,” he whispered against Sakuma’s lips and pressed the other's hands down. “I won’t disappear, I won’t run away.”
Sakuma hummed his affirmation into the kiss and his hands roamed all over Yamamoto’s body before coming to rest on the front of his pants, undoing the button and zipper with a flick of his hand that seemed to be in such stark contrast to his shy touches earlier. It seemed as if Sakuma was constantly drifting back and forth from being confident and being shy. Yamamoto wondered whether the other already had any experience or not or whether he was Sakuma’s first.
He wouldn’t be surprised though if it did not turn out to be the first time. Yamamoto himself had started fooling around when he had been in his last year of high school.
A warm hand on his cock jerked him out of his thoughts again and he looked down to see Sakuma kneeling between his slightly spread legs. “I’ll make you feel good, Ryota-kun.” Sakuma’s eyes seemed darker than they usually were, clouded over with lust and want. It almost sent a cold shiver down Yamamoto’s spine and he closed his eyes for a moment and nodded.
“Okay.”
His eyes flew open again a few seconds later when he felt Sakuma’s mouth around his cock. Surprise didn’t even start to cover what he was feeling right now. Eyes wide, he looked down and the sight almost made him come right then and there. So he cursed softly and willed his eyes shut again. Only to be assaulted by mental images. Sakuma definitely couldn’t be new to this, Yamamoto thought. Otherwise the other must have had some damn big amount of talent.
The orgasm rolled around like a small wave of warmth washing through his body, crawling from his lower body up to his head and down to his toes.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Sakuma kneeling on the floor in front of him still, biting his lip cutely, face scrunched up a bit. Yamamoto laughed softly and reached out to pet the other’s head.
“Do I taste bad?”
“Eh? What n-no!” Sakuma flailed and fell back on his ass when he moved. “Ow!”
Yamamoto laughed again and pulled Sakuma up against him. “It’s weird. I know,” he kissed the other gently. When he did, he felt something poking his belly.
“Your turn?” he asked when their lips parted again. Sakuma just looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
“Give me a second,” Yamamoto set the other down gently and scrambled up. He found his bag somewhere under a shirt and dug around in it. He finally produced something with a bright neon-green note stuck to it.
/You are totally going to thank me for this one day, Ryota. I totally know you will. You better make good use of it and not sit on it by accident or something. - Eda/
Indeed this was going to come in handy now. Yamamoto just wondered whether or not he should really thank Eda for it later. Maybe he’d just buy the other lunch of something without saying why.
Returning to where Sakuma was he apologized for making the other wait.
“Want me to do it myself or do you want to?” Sakuma asked him out of the blue. The mere thought of Sakuma doing what he’d just offered to made Yamamoto’s cock twitch again and he shook his head.
“Let me? Otherwise I’ll feel useless,” he gave the other a grin and unscrewed the tube.
Humming his agreement softly, Sakuma settled down on his elbows and spread his thighs, pulling up his knees so Yamamoto had better access.
When Yamamoto pushed in the first slick finger, he bit his lip a bit when he noticed how tight the other was. “Relax?” he asked and playfully kissed one of Sakuma’s knees.
It got better by the time be pushed in a second finger. He watched Sakuma squirm a bit and scratch at the mats under them with his fingers. The other’s eyes were on him and he thought about how pretty they were. There seemed to be little dots of gold visible in the warm, dark brown. A bit like Sakuma’s beauty marks on his cheeks, just in his eyes.
After a few more minutes of stretching and being subjected to the sounds Sakuma made, Yamamoto deemed the other - and himself - ready for what was to follow. Pulling his fingers out, he wiped them clean and was about to grab one of the condoms when a hand stopped him.
“No need.”
“But-”
“No need,” Sakuma repeated and pulled Yamamoto back and rolled over to straddle the other’s hips again, just like when they’d started earlier. “It’s going to be okay.”
Yamamoto swallowed and nodded. “If you say so?”
“Yes,” Sakuma whispered and kissed Yamamoto, wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders.
Putting his hands on Sakuma’s hips, Yamamoto returned the kiss. He could just lose himself in these kisses.
He had to pull his lips away again suddenly though when Sakuma abruptly sunk down onto him. “Oh god!” he gasped.
“God…? I like that,” Sakuma chuckled softly and pushed his hips lower impaling himself fully. His head came to rest on Yamamoto’s shoulder and the moan falling from his lips that moment pushed the older male dangerously close towards the edge.
Yamamoto’s grip on Sakuma’s hips tightened. “You’re full of surprises.”
“You like surprises?” Sakuma smiled against Yamamoto’s neck.
“You bet I do,” Yamamoto replied.
He flipped their positions again to really stop Sakuma from doing all the work and driving him. This wasn’t supposed to just be about him after all. The mat pile was narrow but both of them were very flexible so they made things work.
Threading his fingers through Sakuma’s he pushed into the other, eliciting little moans and gasps here and there. His other hand was on the other’s cock while Sakuma’s other hand was around Yamamoto’s shoulders, holding on tight.
It didn’t take very long for him to feel the heat starting to gather in his nether regions again. He felt Sakuma’s fingers tighten around his and he had to smile a little at the realization that apparently the other was just as close as he was.
“I’m-” Sakuma gasped softly.
“Go ahead,” he whispered.
When Sakuma reached his climax, he held onto Yamamoto’s shoulders tightly. A single tear slid down his cheek and Yamamoto wondered for a moment, if he’d accidentally hurt the other after all. Before he could ask though, his mind was taken over by his own orgasm.
It was so strong it threatened to knock him out.
“Goodbye, Ryota.”
“Huh? Daisuke?” he tried to blink his eyes open to look at the other again but found that he didn’t have the strength to and the world around him eventually turned completely dark and silent.
~*~
Yara looked down at the two bodies on the mats, sweaty and sticky with come, hands joined, fingers entwined. Humans were so interesting sometimes - and so tragic. It amused him.
His eyes wandered over the body of his vessel. Sakuma Daisuke’s body was starting to grow cold already, all life leaving him once and for all now that Yara had left it. Yara would devour the empty shell later, feast on the flesh to make it his own.
What to do about the other male though, he wondered. He wasn’t far off from reviving completely. He’d be able to with one more soul. But he thought it would be such a waste to kill the other as well right now. He’d taken to the boy. He wanted to play with him more.
But playing too much had caused him to get sealed away last time.
Ah, all the choices you had to make. All those compelling options life presented to you.
Heaving a soft sigh, Yara figured he should make a decision. Crawling over Yamamoto’s still but still breathing form, Yara leaned down to press his lips onto the other’s gently.