Conquest 1/1 (Part A) [Aoi/Uruha]
Title: Conquest
Chapters: 1/1 (Part A)
Author: veroxion
Beta: tenshi_makenshi
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: The Valentine's day fic I promised! Well, some of it at least. Just know that this is smut sprinkled with smut and topped off with some fluff... :D
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The crescent moon sat still in the night sky, bleaching a small village in its luminous light. A lone figure walked through the deserted streets, thick black boots scraping against the cobbled pavement as he walked towards the villages only inn-it was the only building besides the tavern that glowed with light and radiated with warmth.
The man pushed open the wooden door, the hinges creaking loudly in protest. It was a humid night, and inside the inn, the air was thick with heat; a fire crackled and spat in a corner, and several patrons turned their heads from their hearty meals and their strong liquor to see who had arrived. They turned away almost as quickly as they had to look, deeming him no one of interest despite the hood that concealed his face and the flash of silver on his hip, the weapon a clear warning to steer clear.
The mysterious newcomer walked quietly up to the front desk, his legs taking long strides. The inn keeper jumped as a tatty letter was slammed in front of him, causing several objects on the table to jump or rattle. “I’m here to meet someone.” he voice gruff, tired from a day of trekking from the neighbouring village. The inn keeper, a plump old man rummaged around on the desk, hands shaking as he found what he wanted-another letter, and the red wax seal matched the one that had been rudely shown to him earlier.
“Y-you-Aoi, yes?” he asked, licking his lips in worry. He had to be sure this was the man... Aoi simply removed the hood from his head as if to confirm his identification, dark tresses sweeping along his shoulders. The inn keep wrung his hands together in worry. “Yoko is waiting for you.” he said, shuddering at the same as a bag of coins he had been graced with earlier clinked together on his hip. “Third room on the left.” a pudgy finger gestured towards the rickety staircase, and Aoi nodded his thanks, carelessly throwing coins onto the desk that would pay for his nights stay.
He walked up the stairs that protested loudly against his weight, and didn’t bother to grip the grimy banister. Cautiously, as he made his way towards the room where Yoko-a client who had sent word that she required his his necromancy services-was waiting, his fingers touched the hilt of his dagger. The brunet was tired from travelling and weary, but he wasn’t stupid.
Standing in front of the door, Aoi knocked on it hastily, wanting to get his job and receive payment before retiring to a comfortable bed for the rest of the night.
The door flew open, flapping against the wall, but instead of seeing a woman like he expected, the room was empty. Aoi scanned the vacant room with his keen ebony eyes, before the dark orbs widened, feeling an ominous presence appear behind him. Turning around, his fingers pricked with dark magic, ready to defend himself-but the spark died, slithering away and Aoi saw a flash of blond hair and cunning smile before he was shoved backwards into the room; a sharp, precise jab to the side of his neck rendering him immobile and helpless.
The light the candles produced faded and flickered, black splotches appearing before his eyes as he struggled to keep consciousness. Aoi’s eyelids flickered shut a moment later, legs collapsing beneath him as he fell into a pair of masculine arms.
“I finally have you, Aoi...”
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Aoi knew, before his eyes had rolled back into his skull and he had dropped unconscious, who had done this to him-so it wasn’t very surprising when the brunet opened his eyes, only to find that damn blond vixen sitting on top of him, radiating with triumphant victory. Grimacing, he tried to move, but found his hands tightly secured to the bed posts. His legs, free from any constraints kicked out, but they didn’t do much good. “Uruha,” he snarled in greeting, his assailant tilting his head to the side almost innocently. “It’s so nice to see you, Aoi.”
“The feeling isn’t returned.” was the the blunt reply, as the brunet tried to channel magic into his hands, only to let out a shaky breath when he felt nothing emerge. No intense rush of power, no swirling darkness that he could control to his will; it was like the bond that connected him to his magic had been severed, and Aoi glared at Uruha, knowing exactly who was to blame for his lack of power, absently wondering what the bastard had done to him.
“I’ve neutralised your magic, it’s this nice trick my sister showed me.” his lips tilt up in a smirk, hand rubbing Aoi’s chest smoothly. “Guess she has a thing for necromancers as well.”
“Get off me.” Aoi grunted out, trying to throw Uruha off of him. Uruha grinned, pink lips turning into a amused smirk as he watched the brunet struggle helplessly beneath him. “And if I told you that I loved you?” Uruha purred in his lustful trance as he crawled up Aoi's body seductively, making sure to run his lithe hands over all the right, sensitive places on his victim’s body that made Aoi grunt in forced pleasure.
“You're lying, obviously.” was the hateful reply which spilled from Aoi's lips in spite. Uruha gasped, moving himself so that he was straddling Aoi, grinding his ass down onto the brunet's crotch lewdly as he did so. The blond placed a hand on his chest, over his heart in a display of dramatics. “How cruel.” he whispered, his obscenely angelic face morphing into distraught at Aoi's words. “Especially when I was about to show you something nice.”
“I don't want it!” Aoi spat out, dark eyes narrowing dangerously, even as unwanted pleasure spiked through him at Uruha's actions. Uruha smiled then, fingers stroking Aoi's clothed chest with affection. “Oh, you will. You'll want it so badly, you will beg me for it. You'll beg to have me.” the blond's smile turned devious, eyes glinting with malice and promised pleasure, but Aoi felt nothing but a wave of disgust wash over him and he was too busy absorbed in trying to escape, that he didn't notice his captor moving.
His pale hands were on Aoi's thick belt, pulling and tugging at it with impatience like a child. Aoi's dark eyes went wide, and he swore loudly, cuss words falling from his lips in some kind of mantra as he started to struggle once more to try and obtain freedom. The ropes Uruha had wound so tightly around his wrists burned and dug into his skin, rubbing viciously as red welts started to appear. Aoi hissed at the pain, but it didn't stop him. He wouldn't surrender to this creature, and he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Belt off, Uruha threw it behind him carelessly, eager to get what he wanted as he licked his lips in anticipation, chuckling in delight. “I can't wait to suck you,” he whispered, near fevered. “To have you in my mouth, to taste and please you.” Uruha whispered as if sharing a secret before he leaned down, so that he was facing Aoi's crotch, the tip of his nose nudging at the obvious bulge that was simply begging to be freed. “Then, I'll have you inside me. You'll stretch and fill me until I bleed and cry for more.” Uruha grinned, eyes wide with ecstasy.
“Uruha, I'm serious now. This game has gone on long enough!” Aoi ground his teeth together in frustration as the blond incubus ignored him and pulled his pants down. Uruha smirked with fawn brown eyes glazed over in a carnal passion that drove him to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted Aoi. No one would be able to stop him now that he had caught his prey. “I agree. I've been chasing you for decades, Aoi. Now I finally have you in my bed.” Uruha pursed his lips, before blowing a thin stream of cool air onto Aoi's exposed cock.
Aoi gasped in distorted pleasure, once again starting to struggle against the restraints that tied him down to Uruha's bed. The blond let out a short, near girlish giggle at Aoi's reaction, watching in wonder as Aoi's erection swayed enticingly in the air with the brunet's frantic movements to get free. The incubus took the time to simply appreciate what was in front of him. How he had longed for this body. How he had longed for Aoi... In a daze, he reached one long finger forward and ran the pale digit down the erected length in front of him.
Aoi jolted in surprise at the sudden touch on his cock, causing his brow to crease together as Uruha continued to simply trace him with his finger. It continued running along the hard flesh and tracing the path of the prominent vein with mild interest before slowly running up to the head, dipping his nail into the small slit and smiling as Aoi's member twitched in reaction to him. Aoi bit his lip, trying to focus his attention elsewhere, even as hot bursts of undeniable pleasure shot through him. Uruha could touch and tease him all he liked. Aoi wasn't going to give in.
“You have the most beautiful cock ever.” Uruha complimented airily as he stroked the head of Aoi's erection, dragging his hand down to the base before shooting back up fast, causing Aoi to intake a sharp breath at the pace the seductive blond had set. He shuddered at Uruha's ministrations as he tried to keep a clear mind. This was disgusting. This touch was unwanted. But Uruha continued to jerk at his member, false doe-eyes lighting up in satisfaction when small droplets of precum beaded at the head. The greedy incubus wasted no time; the tip of his eager pink tongue darted out to taste the salty essence that was purely Aoi.
At the feel of Uruha's moist, wet flesh upon him, Aoi let out a strangled moan before clamping his mouth shut in embarrassment. His dark eyes were frantic as he unknowingly sought Uruha's, whose own orbs glistened bright in triumph. The blond licked his plush lips, amused and excited at the sound that had escaped Aoi's velvet lips a few moments ago. “Oh?” he laughed a little. “Do you like that?”
“No.” Aoi deadpanned, trying to move once more as panic washed over him at what was actually happening. “I hate it.” he snapped out angrily, annoyed at what this wretched incubus was doing to him.
Uruha gripped his erection firmly, and Aoi stopped struggling as he winced slightly at the harsh pressure. “This doesn't seem to agree.” Uruha drawled lowly, before opening his mouth and swallowing Aoi whole. No warning, no teasing. Just straight in. Aoi gasped, Uruha's moist mouth was around him as his tongue trailed and flicked along him. Uruha sucked at him harshly, wanting to evoke all kinds of sounds from Aoi, but the brunet was still resisting, refusing to give in.
He didn't want this. He didn't... As Aoi's length hit the back of Uruha's throat, Uruha knowingly tightened the muscles there, the tightness and pleasurable clamp not going unnoticed by Aoi, who started to pant harshly at Uruha's ministrations, the pleasure becoming too much for him. He had tried to ignore it, really... But how could he, when he had those perfectly sinful lips wrapped around his cock?
Uruha suddenly moaned around him, and that set Aoi off as his hips rose from the bed in instinct, and Aoi thrust desperately into Uruha's mouth. “Don't fucking stop.” Aoi ground out from behind his clenched teeth, uncaring and wanting nothing more than the climax that was sure to hit him at any moment. He needed this... He needed...
From where Uruha was between Aoi's legs, hands placed on Aoi's thick, sun-kissed thighs, cheeks hollowed as he sucked and bobbed his head to please Aoi, his eyes glazed over in undying lust and want, he watched the expressions jump across the brunet's face. The intense, primitive look in Aoi's eyes as his hips rose from the bed, fucking his mouth with desperation, drove Uruha insane with need.
He loved it. Uruha loved the thickness of Aoi's cock in his mouth, loved how his jaw started to ache and plead with him to stop, loved how the other man had suddenly given into him and was relentless with what he wanted.
He loved how Aoi wanted him.
Uruha let out a hum of approval as Aoi's hips bucked awkwardly, halting in mid-air as the brunet let out a strangled groan, the tell-tale sign that he was going to cum. The blond looked up from what he was doing, eyes narrowed in interested as he watched Aoi come undone by his ministrations.
Aoi furrowed his brow, as his lips parted in a breathless gasp, and Uruha found a hot blush spreading across his cheeks when Aoi's dark, half-lidded ebony eyes stared at him with such burning intensity as he spilled into Uruha's mouth. Caught off guard, the incubus spluttered, semen dripping down his chin as he coughed. Uruha sat there between Aoi's spread legs while Aoi's head fell back onto the pillow and they panted in silence, trying to regain their breath.
Uruha's tongue lapped at the semen on his chin, his fingers sweeping over what his wet muscle couldn't reach as he sucked on his fingers, moaning at the salty taste of the thick white liquid. “You taste so good.” he purred, pulling his index finger from his mouth with a loud pop. Aoi let out a growl in response, and the blond smirked coyly as his lovers dick started to slowly come back to life. It seemed like Aoi was no longer going to resist him, and the incubus was elated at that as arousal shot through him, his thighs tingling as his own hard-on twitched with eagerness.
“It's unfair, you know.” he whined, rubbing his thighs together. Sucking Aoi off, watching and tasting his cum had only served to make him needy with want. “I'm not even naked yet.” he murmured, as he teased the brunet by raising his shirt a little, ever so slowly, as he showed off his flat white stomach before his pink nipples came into view. Uruha bit his lip as he watched Aoi's dark eyes rove appreciatively over him, and a wave of smugness washed over him as he knew his prey liked what he saw.
“Take your clothes off.” Aoi demanded hotly, and his wrists jerked at the restraints again, only this time instead of begging to be released to escape, they wanted to shred that horrible material that covered what he wanted. Uruha noticed this, his keen eyes reading the brunet's movements like a hawk-and he wanted that. Wanted Aoi's calloused hands over him, touching him everywhere, forcing his body to Aoi's will. But not yet, he decided cheekily, because the blond was an incubus more than anything else, and seduction was written in his blood.
He would play Aoi until the man couldn't take anymore, and only then would Uruha let him have what he desired. It was only fair-he had chased and lusted after the brunet ever since he had seen him bathing in a deserted hot springs. That firm body, those perfectly defined muscles bulging with power and knowledge as hot water slid down his skin. Uruha had shamelessly watched as Aoi had pleasured himself, and the blond had been entranced as he watched the man he was spying on come undone.
Uruha had waited for this moment for a very long time. He had wanted to please the brunet like no other ever could. No one would dare try to satisfy Aoi like he could, after this was all over. The blond wanted to be taken so hard and rough by Aoi that he would feel it in his bones for eternity; he wanted to be scarred with memory of this night. The incubus had had hundreds-possibly thousands-fall to his feet in sweet surrender, begging for release and pleasure by his hands; men and women alike, but none of them could compare to what he felt when Aoi had given into him earlier. None of his conquests had driven Uruha to the point of insanity where lust had slowly been erased by the desperate need of being wanted in more ways than simply physical.
Even a demon like Uruha knew of the affectionate human emotion called 'love'. He knew this caused the aching throb in his heart, knew this emotion was the reason he had followed Aoi for so long. The incubus knew this was the reason why he craved Aoi's attention and affections, yet all this did not stop him from trying to suppress it, to get rid of it. Aoi was too different from his kind-he did not thrive on the thrill of seducing humans, nor did he take any kind of sadistic pleasure in it. Uruha's life revolved around crooking his finger and having humans flock to him. They were too different, but it didn't stop Uruha from sampling a taste.
“Oh, Aoi.” he cooed, pursing his lips as he tugged his shirt off, revealing the flat expanse of his pale chest, topped with perky pink nipples. Uruha grinned deviously as he ran his hands down his body, into the dip of his stomach as they settled on the hem of his pants. He rose one perfectly groomed blond eyebrow, as if asking Aoi if he should continue.
Aoi ground his teeth together, sweat dripping down his brow as he struggled against his restraints. In the back of his mind, he cursed this damn incubus for whatever demon magic he had cast to make him turn into a feverish trance. “I said, take off your clothes.” he ordered again, his voice dark and commanding.
The brunet had had enough with these silly games. The blond had chased him for years, and each time they had encountered each other, whether by chance or by Uruha's careful planning, Aoi had resisted the urge to surrender to the incubus' sweet charms over and over again and the brunet was through with pretending he didn't want it. He craved Uruha to be under him, on top of him, bent in all kinds of obscenely erotic positions as Aoi took him.
Narrowing his eyes, Aoi's lips curled up into a sneer of utter impatience. “Hurry up.”
“Beg me.” Uruha retorted fervently, brown eyes cunning as he teased Aoi by running his hands up and over his body, toying with his taut nipples, raking his long nails down his bare chest to his stomach and leaving a long trail of crimson desire. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“Fuck you. Take off your damn clothes, Uruha.”
“I suppose that suffices as begging.” the blond proclaimed huskily, fawn eyes shimmering in delight as he started to unbutton his pants, popping them open one by one and smirking as he noticed the annoyance and distress on Aoi's face as he impatiently squirmed on the bed. He pushed the heavy material down, to reveal plain white briefs. Aoi's eyes seemed to devour him, before his dark orbs settled on the prominent bulge between Uruha's legs.
The cotton was slightly damp, where the incubus had leaked precum during their earlier tryst, and Aoi found himself unconsciously licking his lip in his desire as Uruha dragged a finger down the swell of himself playfully, gasping as he rubbed at the head of his clothed erection, shuddering at how sensitive he had become after being hard for so long without any kind of release.
Sitting back on the large bed, Uruha wasted no time to strip himself of the last piece of clothing remaining on his frame, frantically pushing his underwear down his legs, the thin material clinging to one of his ankles as he grabbed himself firmly, tucking a stray strand of blond hair behind one of his pierced ears as he stared directly into Aoi's eyes. He spread his legs, exposing as much as he could of himself for the brunet to see as he started to pump himself at a leisurely pace, making sure to dig the tip of his finger nail into the seeping slit, droplets of pearl white rolling languidly down his cock as Uruha reached down to fondle his tight balls as he tried to relieve the hot desperation that spread through him.
Aoi felt himself break into a hot sweat as he watched Uruha touch himself. The brunet groaned as he continued his vigorous struggle to get out of the tight bindings. The blond had presented him with the body of a god, a body that looked as if it had been crafted right down to the deepest pore just for him to worship.
After resisting the incubus for decades, refusing to give in to such a vile, devilishly luscious creature no matter how his blood boiled with greedy concupiscence, Aoi had finally reached his limit and he no longer gave a damn about the consequences of fucking an incubus demon. He was no longer ashamed that he had stroked himself to thoughts of the blond, no longer cared that he was giving Uruha what he wanted-because in the end, he would receive what he desired in return.
The brunet broke out of his thoughts as he realized Uruha was hovering over him, his mouth open as he panted harshly, eyebrows drawn together in intense concentration, hand still working between his legs. He sat down on Aoi's chest, and the older man let out a soft hiss at the contact of Uruha's naked flesh on his, as he stared down at the blond's genitals, watching the demon's frantic movements. “Aoi,” Uruha moaned, before he leaned down to brush his lips against Aoi's. “Kiss me, please.”
Aoi groaned, pressing his head forward to capture those supple lips against his own, hastily pressing his tongue into Uruha's mouth, wet muscle tangling in an intricate dance as the brunet took as much as he could, tilting his head so that he could kiss Uruha deeper, his mouth working frantically as he nipped and bit at the blond's bow-shaped lips, bringing blood to the surface as they started to swell under his ministrations. He pulled away, Uruha breathing heavily as Aoi peppered kisses down the incubus' flushed cheek.
“Untie me, Uruha.” Aoi whispered, as he caught Uruha's mouth with his own again, and though Uruha was tempted, he instead pulled away and pressed two of his fingers against Aoi's mouth, ordering him to suck. The brunet didn't protest, the two digits slipping inside his mouth as he lathered them with his saliva, flicking at the soft flesh with his tongue.
Uruha sat back, his hand removed from his painfully erected member as it drifted down, legs falling open on either side of Aoi's chest as the blond cupped one pale ass cheek, and spread himself to expose his rosy puckered entrance. Aoi watched intently as Uruha brushed his wet fingers against his hole, before pushing both digits against the tight ring of muscle, and Aoi was forced to watch as they slowly disappeared, only to emerge moments later as the blond thrust them in and out of his body.
Uruha gasped and grunted at the burning sensation as he stretched himself, his hips moving in time with his fingers as he prepared his tense entrance accordingly, curling his digits and shuddering as they swept over his inner walls, letting out a tiny whimper as he touched his prostate, head falling onto his shoulder, cheek sticky and damp with sweat as he was swept away in the pleasure he was inflicting upon himself.
Aoi groaned, pristine white teeth sinking down into his lip, breaking the flesh so that a trickle of blood seeped out and slid down his chin. To see the blond exposed like this only fueled Aoi's lust, and he started to struggle again, determined more than ever to break free as his arms bulged with muscle, thick veins lining his arms as he greedily watched Uruha fuck himself onto his fingers, stretching that deliciously tight hole that was begging for Aoi's touch.
The rope cut and burned at his wrists, but eventually, the tension became too much after all the effort Aoi had put into it over all this time, and it snapped, making Aoi fall forward. The brunet lunged at the blond, causing Uruha to gasp as he withdrew his fingers, awkwardly clinging to Aoi's shoulders as the older man pressed him down onto the bed. Uruha's eyes went wide, and he panicked, his heart smacking into his chest as he dug his nails into the brunet's skin in a pitiful attempt to keep him there.
“No! Wait, please-don't go-mmph.”
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[NEXT PART]
Comments: Part B will be up tomorrow if I finish it >D
Chapters: 1/1 (Part A)
Author: veroxion
Beta: tenshi_makenshi
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: The Valentine's day fic I promised! Well, some of it at least. Just know that this is smut sprinkled with smut and topped off with some fluff... :D
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The crescent moon sat still in the night sky, bleaching a small village in its luminous light. A lone figure walked through the deserted streets, thick black boots scraping against the cobbled pavement as he walked towards the villages only inn-it was the only building besides the tavern that glowed with light and radiated with warmth.
The man pushed open the wooden door, the hinges creaking loudly in protest. It was a humid night, and inside the inn, the air was thick with heat; a fire crackled and spat in a corner, and several patrons turned their heads from their hearty meals and their strong liquor to see who had arrived. They turned away almost as quickly as they had to look, deeming him no one of interest despite the hood that concealed his face and the flash of silver on his hip, the weapon a clear warning to steer clear.
The mysterious newcomer walked quietly up to the front desk, his legs taking long strides. The inn keeper jumped as a tatty letter was slammed in front of him, causing several objects on the table to jump or rattle. “I’m here to meet someone.” he voice gruff, tired from a day of trekking from the neighbouring village. The inn keeper, a plump old man rummaged around on the desk, hands shaking as he found what he wanted-another letter, and the red wax seal matched the one that had been rudely shown to him earlier.
“Y-you-Aoi, yes?” he asked, licking his lips in worry. He had to be sure this was the man... Aoi simply removed the hood from his head as if to confirm his identification, dark tresses sweeping along his shoulders. The inn keep wrung his hands together in worry. “Yoko is waiting for you.” he said, shuddering at the same as a bag of coins he had been graced with earlier clinked together on his hip. “Third room on the left.” a pudgy finger gestured towards the rickety staircase, and Aoi nodded his thanks, carelessly throwing coins onto the desk that would pay for his nights stay.
He walked up the stairs that protested loudly against his weight, and didn’t bother to grip the grimy banister. Cautiously, as he made his way towards the room where Yoko-a client who had sent word that she required his his necromancy services-was waiting, his fingers touched the hilt of his dagger. The brunet was tired from travelling and weary, but he wasn’t stupid.
Standing in front of the door, Aoi knocked on it hastily, wanting to get his job and receive payment before retiring to a comfortable bed for the rest of the night.
The door flew open, flapping against the wall, but instead of seeing a woman like he expected, the room was empty. Aoi scanned the vacant room with his keen ebony eyes, before the dark orbs widened, feeling an ominous presence appear behind him. Turning around, his fingers pricked with dark magic, ready to defend himself-but the spark died, slithering away and Aoi saw a flash of blond hair and cunning smile before he was shoved backwards into the room; a sharp, precise jab to the side of his neck rendering him immobile and helpless.
The light the candles produced faded and flickered, black splotches appearing before his eyes as he struggled to keep consciousness. Aoi’s eyelids flickered shut a moment later, legs collapsing beneath him as he fell into a pair of masculine arms.
“I finally have you, Aoi...”
-x-
Aoi knew, before his eyes had rolled back into his skull and he had dropped unconscious, who had done this to him-so it wasn’t very surprising when the brunet opened his eyes, only to find that damn blond vixen sitting on top of him, radiating with triumphant victory. Grimacing, he tried to move, but found his hands tightly secured to the bed posts. His legs, free from any constraints kicked out, but they didn’t do much good. “Uruha,” he snarled in greeting, his assailant tilting his head to the side almost innocently. “It’s so nice to see you, Aoi.”
“The feeling isn’t returned.” was the the blunt reply, as the brunet tried to channel magic into his hands, only to let out a shaky breath when he felt nothing emerge. No intense rush of power, no swirling darkness that he could control to his will; it was like the bond that connected him to his magic had been severed, and Aoi glared at Uruha, knowing exactly who was to blame for his lack of power, absently wondering what the bastard had done to him.
“I’ve neutralised your magic, it’s this nice trick my sister showed me.” his lips tilt up in a smirk, hand rubbing Aoi’s chest smoothly. “Guess she has a thing for necromancers as well.”
“Get off me.” Aoi grunted out, trying to throw Uruha off of him. Uruha grinned, pink lips turning into a amused smirk as he watched the brunet struggle helplessly beneath him. “And if I told you that I loved you?” Uruha purred in his lustful trance as he crawled up Aoi's body seductively, making sure to run his lithe hands over all the right, sensitive places on his victim’s body that made Aoi grunt in forced pleasure.
“You're lying, obviously.” was the hateful reply which spilled from Aoi's lips in spite. Uruha gasped, moving himself so that he was straddling Aoi, grinding his ass down onto the brunet's crotch lewdly as he did so. The blond placed a hand on his chest, over his heart in a display of dramatics. “How cruel.” he whispered, his obscenely angelic face morphing into distraught at Aoi's words. “Especially when I was about to show you something nice.”
“I don't want it!” Aoi spat out, dark eyes narrowing dangerously, even as unwanted pleasure spiked through him at Uruha's actions. Uruha smiled then, fingers stroking Aoi's clothed chest with affection. “Oh, you will. You'll want it so badly, you will beg me for it. You'll beg to have me.” the blond's smile turned devious, eyes glinting with malice and promised pleasure, but Aoi felt nothing but a wave of disgust wash over him and he was too busy absorbed in trying to escape, that he didn't notice his captor moving.
His pale hands were on Aoi's thick belt, pulling and tugging at it with impatience like a child. Aoi's dark eyes went wide, and he swore loudly, cuss words falling from his lips in some kind of mantra as he started to struggle once more to try and obtain freedom. The ropes Uruha had wound so tightly around his wrists burned and dug into his skin, rubbing viciously as red welts started to appear. Aoi hissed at the pain, but it didn't stop him. He wouldn't surrender to this creature, and he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Belt off, Uruha threw it behind him carelessly, eager to get what he wanted as he licked his lips in anticipation, chuckling in delight. “I can't wait to suck you,” he whispered, near fevered. “To have you in my mouth, to taste and please you.” Uruha whispered as if sharing a secret before he leaned down, so that he was facing Aoi's crotch, the tip of his nose nudging at the obvious bulge that was simply begging to be freed. “Then, I'll have you inside me. You'll stretch and fill me until I bleed and cry for more.” Uruha grinned, eyes wide with ecstasy.
“Uruha, I'm serious now. This game has gone on long enough!” Aoi ground his teeth together in frustration as the blond incubus ignored him and pulled his pants down. Uruha smirked with fawn brown eyes glazed over in a carnal passion that drove him to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted Aoi. No one would be able to stop him now that he had caught his prey. “I agree. I've been chasing you for decades, Aoi. Now I finally have you in my bed.” Uruha pursed his lips, before blowing a thin stream of cool air onto Aoi's exposed cock.
Aoi gasped in distorted pleasure, once again starting to struggle against the restraints that tied him down to Uruha's bed. The blond let out a short, near girlish giggle at Aoi's reaction, watching in wonder as Aoi's erection swayed enticingly in the air with the brunet's frantic movements to get free. The incubus took the time to simply appreciate what was in front of him. How he had longed for this body. How he had longed for Aoi... In a daze, he reached one long finger forward and ran the pale digit down the erected length in front of him.
Aoi jolted in surprise at the sudden touch on his cock, causing his brow to crease together as Uruha continued to simply trace him with his finger. It continued running along the hard flesh and tracing the path of the prominent vein with mild interest before slowly running up to the head, dipping his nail into the small slit and smiling as Aoi's member twitched in reaction to him. Aoi bit his lip, trying to focus his attention elsewhere, even as hot bursts of undeniable pleasure shot through him. Uruha could touch and tease him all he liked. Aoi wasn't going to give in.
“You have the most beautiful cock ever.” Uruha complimented airily as he stroked the head of Aoi's erection, dragging his hand down to the base before shooting back up fast, causing Aoi to intake a sharp breath at the pace the seductive blond had set. He shuddered at Uruha's ministrations as he tried to keep a clear mind. This was disgusting. This touch was unwanted. But Uruha continued to jerk at his member, false doe-eyes lighting up in satisfaction when small droplets of precum beaded at the head. The greedy incubus wasted no time; the tip of his eager pink tongue darted out to taste the salty essence that was purely Aoi.
At the feel of Uruha's moist, wet flesh upon him, Aoi let out a strangled moan before clamping his mouth shut in embarrassment. His dark eyes were frantic as he unknowingly sought Uruha's, whose own orbs glistened bright in triumph. The blond licked his plush lips, amused and excited at the sound that had escaped Aoi's velvet lips a few moments ago. “Oh?” he laughed a little. “Do you like that?”
“No.” Aoi deadpanned, trying to move once more as panic washed over him at what was actually happening. “I hate it.” he snapped out angrily, annoyed at what this wretched incubus was doing to him.
Uruha gripped his erection firmly, and Aoi stopped struggling as he winced slightly at the harsh pressure. “This doesn't seem to agree.” Uruha drawled lowly, before opening his mouth and swallowing Aoi whole. No warning, no teasing. Just straight in. Aoi gasped, Uruha's moist mouth was around him as his tongue trailed and flicked along him. Uruha sucked at him harshly, wanting to evoke all kinds of sounds from Aoi, but the brunet was still resisting, refusing to give in.
He didn't want this. He didn't... As Aoi's length hit the back of Uruha's throat, Uruha knowingly tightened the muscles there, the tightness and pleasurable clamp not going unnoticed by Aoi, who started to pant harshly at Uruha's ministrations, the pleasure becoming too much for him. He had tried to ignore it, really... But how could he, when he had those perfectly sinful lips wrapped around his cock?
Uruha suddenly moaned around him, and that set Aoi off as his hips rose from the bed in instinct, and Aoi thrust desperately into Uruha's mouth. “Don't fucking stop.” Aoi ground out from behind his clenched teeth, uncaring and wanting nothing more than the climax that was sure to hit him at any moment. He needed this... He needed...
From where Uruha was between Aoi's legs, hands placed on Aoi's thick, sun-kissed thighs, cheeks hollowed as he sucked and bobbed his head to please Aoi, his eyes glazed over in undying lust and want, he watched the expressions jump across the brunet's face. The intense, primitive look in Aoi's eyes as his hips rose from the bed, fucking his mouth with desperation, drove Uruha insane with need.
He loved it. Uruha loved the thickness of Aoi's cock in his mouth, loved how his jaw started to ache and plead with him to stop, loved how the other man had suddenly given into him and was relentless with what he wanted.
He loved how Aoi wanted him.
Uruha let out a hum of approval as Aoi's hips bucked awkwardly, halting in mid-air as the brunet let out a strangled groan, the tell-tale sign that he was going to cum. The blond looked up from what he was doing, eyes narrowed in interested as he watched Aoi come undone by his ministrations.
Aoi furrowed his brow, as his lips parted in a breathless gasp, and Uruha found a hot blush spreading across his cheeks when Aoi's dark, half-lidded ebony eyes stared at him with such burning intensity as he spilled into Uruha's mouth. Caught off guard, the incubus spluttered, semen dripping down his chin as he coughed. Uruha sat there between Aoi's spread legs while Aoi's head fell back onto the pillow and they panted in silence, trying to regain their breath.
Uruha's tongue lapped at the semen on his chin, his fingers sweeping over what his wet muscle couldn't reach as he sucked on his fingers, moaning at the salty taste of the thick white liquid. “You taste so good.” he purred, pulling his index finger from his mouth with a loud pop. Aoi let out a growl in response, and the blond smirked coyly as his lovers dick started to slowly come back to life. It seemed like Aoi was no longer going to resist him, and the incubus was elated at that as arousal shot through him, his thighs tingling as his own hard-on twitched with eagerness.
“It's unfair, you know.” he whined, rubbing his thighs together. Sucking Aoi off, watching and tasting his cum had only served to make him needy with want. “I'm not even naked yet.” he murmured, as he teased the brunet by raising his shirt a little, ever so slowly, as he showed off his flat white stomach before his pink nipples came into view. Uruha bit his lip as he watched Aoi's dark eyes rove appreciatively over him, and a wave of smugness washed over him as he knew his prey liked what he saw.
“Take your clothes off.” Aoi demanded hotly, and his wrists jerked at the restraints again, only this time instead of begging to be released to escape, they wanted to shred that horrible material that covered what he wanted. Uruha noticed this, his keen eyes reading the brunet's movements like a hawk-and he wanted that. Wanted Aoi's calloused hands over him, touching him everywhere, forcing his body to Aoi's will. But not yet, he decided cheekily, because the blond was an incubus more than anything else, and seduction was written in his blood.
He would play Aoi until the man couldn't take anymore, and only then would Uruha let him have what he desired. It was only fair-he had chased and lusted after the brunet ever since he had seen him bathing in a deserted hot springs. That firm body, those perfectly defined muscles bulging with power and knowledge as hot water slid down his skin. Uruha had shamelessly watched as Aoi had pleasured himself, and the blond had been entranced as he watched the man he was spying on come undone.
Uruha had waited for this moment for a very long time. He had wanted to please the brunet like no other ever could. No one would dare try to satisfy Aoi like he could, after this was all over. The blond wanted to be taken so hard and rough by Aoi that he would feel it in his bones for eternity; he wanted to be scarred with memory of this night. The incubus had had hundreds-possibly thousands-fall to his feet in sweet surrender, begging for release and pleasure by his hands; men and women alike, but none of them could compare to what he felt when Aoi had given into him earlier. None of his conquests had driven Uruha to the point of insanity where lust had slowly been erased by the desperate need of being wanted in more ways than simply physical.
Even a demon like Uruha knew of the affectionate human emotion called 'love'. He knew this caused the aching throb in his heart, knew this emotion was the reason he had followed Aoi for so long. The incubus knew this was the reason why he craved Aoi's attention and affections, yet all this did not stop him from trying to suppress it, to get rid of it. Aoi was too different from his kind-he did not thrive on the thrill of seducing humans, nor did he take any kind of sadistic pleasure in it. Uruha's life revolved around crooking his finger and having humans flock to him. They were too different, but it didn't stop Uruha from sampling a taste.
“Oh, Aoi.” he cooed, pursing his lips as he tugged his shirt off, revealing the flat expanse of his pale chest, topped with perky pink nipples. Uruha grinned deviously as he ran his hands down his body, into the dip of his stomach as they settled on the hem of his pants. He rose one perfectly groomed blond eyebrow, as if asking Aoi if he should continue.
Aoi ground his teeth together, sweat dripping down his brow as he struggled against his restraints. In the back of his mind, he cursed this damn incubus for whatever demon magic he had cast to make him turn into a feverish trance. “I said, take off your clothes.” he ordered again, his voice dark and commanding.
The brunet had had enough with these silly games. The blond had chased him for years, and each time they had encountered each other, whether by chance or by Uruha's careful planning, Aoi had resisted the urge to surrender to the incubus' sweet charms over and over again and the brunet was through with pretending he didn't want it. He craved Uruha to be under him, on top of him, bent in all kinds of obscenely erotic positions as Aoi took him.
Narrowing his eyes, Aoi's lips curled up into a sneer of utter impatience. “Hurry up.”
“Beg me.” Uruha retorted fervently, brown eyes cunning as he teased Aoi by running his hands up and over his body, toying with his taut nipples, raking his long nails down his bare chest to his stomach and leaving a long trail of crimson desire. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“Fuck you. Take off your damn clothes, Uruha.”
“I suppose that suffices as begging.” the blond proclaimed huskily, fawn eyes shimmering in delight as he started to unbutton his pants, popping them open one by one and smirking as he noticed the annoyance and distress on Aoi's face as he impatiently squirmed on the bed. He pushed the heavy material down, to reveal plain white briefs. Aoi's eyes seemed to devour him, before his dark orbs settled on the prominent bulge between Uruha's legs.
The cotton was slightly damp, where the incubus had leaked precum during their earlier tryst, and Aoi found himself unconsciously licking his lip in his desire as Uruha dragged a finger down the swell of himself playfully, gasping as he rubbed at the head of his clothed erection, shuddering at how sensitive he had become after being hard for so long without any kind of release.
Sitting back on the large bed, Uruha wasted no time to strip himself of the last piece of clothing remaining on his frame, frantically pushing his underwear down his legs, the thin material clinging to one of his ankles as he grabbed himself firmly, tucking a stray strand of blond hair behind one of his pierced ears as he stared directly into Aoi's eyes. He spread his legs, exposing as much as he could of himself for the brunet to see as he started to pump himself at a leisurely pace, making sure to dig the tip of his finger nail into the seeping slit, droplets of pearl white rolling languidly down his cock as Uruha reached down to fondle his tight balls as he tried to relieve the hot desperation that spread through him.
Aoi felt himself break into a hot sweat as he watched Uruha touch himself. The brunet groaned as he continued his vigorous struggle to get out of the tight bindings. The blond had presented him with the body of a god, a body that looked as if it had been crafted right down to the deepest pore just for him to worship.
After resisting the incubus for decades, refusing to give in to such a vile, devilishly luscious creature no matter how his blood boiled with greedy concupiscence, Aoi had finally reached his limit and he no longer gave a damn about the consequences of fucking an incubus demon. He was no longer ashamed that he had stroked himself to thoughts of the blond, no longer cared that he was giving Uruha what he wanted-because in the end, he would receive what he desired in return.
The brunet broke out of his thoughts as he realized Uruha was hovering over him, his mouth open as he panted harshly, eyebrows drawn together in intense concentration, hand still working between his legs. He sat down on Aoi's chest, and the older man let out a soft hiss at the contact of Uruha's naked flesh on his, as he stared down at the blond's genitals, watching the demon's frantic movements. “Aoi,” Uruha moaned, before he leaned down to brush his lips against Aoi's. “Kiss me, please.”
Aoi groaned, pressing his head forward to capture those supple lips against his own, hastily pressing his tongue into Uruha's mouth, wet muscle tangling in an intricate dance as the brunet took as much as he could, tilting his head so that he could kiss Uruha deeper, his mouth working frantically as he nipped and bit at the blond's bow-shaped lips, bringing blood to the surface as they started to swell under his ministrations. He pulled away, Uruha breathing heavily as Aoi peppered kisses down the incubus' flushed cheek.
“Untie me, Uruha.” Aoi whispered, as he caught Uruha's mouth with his own again, and though Uruha was tempted, he instead pulled away and pressed two of his fingers against Aoi's mouth, ordering him to suck. The brunet didn't protest, the two digits slipping inside his mouth as he lathered them with his saliva, flicking at the soft flesh with his tongue.
Uruha sat back, his hand removed from his painfully erected member as it drifted down, legs falling open on either side of Aoi's chest as the blond cupped one pale ass cheek, and spread himself to expose his rosy puckered entrance. Aoi watched intently as Uruha brushed his wet fingers against his hole, before pushing both digits against the tight ring of muscle, and Aoi was forced to watch as they slowly disappeared, only to emerge moments later as the blond thrust them in and out of his body.
Uruha gasped and grunted at the burning sensation as he stretched himself, his hips moving in time with his fingers as he prepared his tense entrance accordingly, curling his digits and shuddering as they swept over his inner walls, letting out a tiny whimper as he touched his prostate, head falling onto his shoulder, cheek sticky and damp with sweat as he was swept away in the pleasure he was inflicting upon himself.
Aoi groaned, pristine white teeth sinking down into his lip, breaking the flesh so that a trickle of blood seeped out and slid down his chin. To see the blond exposed like this only fueled Aoi's lust, and he started to struggle again, determined more than ever to break free as his arms bulged with muscle, thick veins lining his arms as he greedily watched Uruha fuck himself onto his fingers, stretching that deliciously tight hole that was begging for Aoi's touch.
The rope cut and burned at his wrists, but eventually, the tension became too much after all the effort Aoi had put into it over all this time, and it snapped, making Aoi fall forward. The brunet lunged at the blond, causing Uruha to gasp as he withdrew his fingers, awkwardly clinging to Aoi's shoulders as the older man pressed him down onto the bed. Uruha's eyes went wide, and he panicked, his heart smacking into his chest as he dug his nails into the brunet's skin in a pitiful attempt to keep him there.
“No! Wait, please-don't go-mmph.”
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Comments: Part B will be up tomorrow if I finish it >D