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“I can’t believe I finally get to go back to work tomorrow,” Marcus said, slowly stirring his cereal. “It feels like forever since I was at the clinic. I wonder if they ever expanded the kennels like they’d said they wanted to. Or added that extra pair of exam rooms. Or–”
“You could just go down there and check,” Frank pointed out. “Why haven’t you?”
“Because he had ‘cancer’, you idiot,” Evan growled from where he was frying himself some eggs. “If he just showed up looking none the worse for wear, it would raise too many questions.”
The Trapper had gotten back late the night before, and been less than thrilled to hear about what had happened with Wesker. He’d decided to stay the night at the vet’s house with him and Danny after that, just in case.
Thankfully, the night had been entirely uneventful. Marcus had slept pretty well, and felt a hell of a lot better that morning. It probably helped that he hadn’t been buried under the Legion all night, but he wasn’t going to say that. He may not want to admit it, but he had grown really fond of their piles on nights when neither of his boyfriends were around, and didn’t want to hurt their feelings… Or more likely provoke them into shoving him onto the floor by himself at night instead…
“How are you going to explain your hair, then?” Joey asked, gesturing to the ginger mop.
Danny had trimmed it slightly, but it was still a shaggy mess. Not that he was going to complain. He liked it a little longer for multiple reasons.
“Well, radiation doesn’t necessarily make your hair fall out,” he explained, drowning a marshmallow rainbow in his milk. “Not… Not that kind of radiation anyway. And my hair grows fast. Probably to make up for the fact that I can’t grow facial hair for shit. Besides, I don’t know anyone at work well enough to give them any of the ‘juicy’ details. Makes selling the lie a lot easier.”
“And you’re sure none of us are allowed to pop in and check on you?” Danny questioned around a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “I think it’s kind of lame that your coworker doesn’t want us around… Especially after I was nice enough not to stab her when I totally could have.”
“I promised her I wouldn’t let Slashers keep showing up where we both work,” Marcus reiterated. “I still really appreciate you not killing her when you all went after Richards, but she’s kept her word and not said anything about seeing you all there, or about my involvement with Slashers. Giving her some peace of mind is the least I can do to repay that.”
“Ugh, why are you so nice?” Julie complained, rolling her eyes. When he opened his mouth to answer, she pointed her toast at him. “If you say something cheesy like, ‘it costs nothing to be a good person’, I’m going to shove this up your nose.”
“At least put butter or jelly on it first,” Susie warned. “Going in dry is cruel, even for you.”
“Well, I was going to say, because I need all the good karma I can get,” he countered, shaking his head. “But I do get a certain joy out of being nice. Like, it would not make me feel the least bit better to point out that you’ve got a giant zit forming in the corner of your eyebrow and no one has had the guts to actually say anything to you until now.”
“The fuck?!” Julie demanded, one hand flying to her eyebrows as the other three Legion members shot him filthy looks.
“Huh, never mind,” Marcus snickered. “That did make me feel pretty good.”
“Better be careful playing with karma, Doc,” Danny chuckled. “You never know when it’s going to come back to bite you in the ass.”
As if to prove his point, the closet door rattled slightly, before opening wide. Almost everyone in the room froze as Kazan stepped out, but Evan didn’t seem all that shocked.
Looking up from the stove, he greeted, “Good morning. You here for Marcus?”
Head snapping around, Marcus stared at him incredulously. He knew they were both confident enough Kazan wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, but did the Trapper really have to sell him out like that?!
“Yes, actually,” the Oni confirmed, eyes swiveling towards the vet. “I hope now is an acceptable time. There is a… matter that requires your attention.”
“Does it really though?” Danny asked, a giant forced smile plastered on his face. With the exception of Evan, who was in sweat pants, and Susie and Julie who were both wearing tank tops and pajama bottoms, he, Marcus, Frank, and Joey were all sitting around in nothing but boxers. It wasn’t exactly ‘visiting’ attire…
“Yes, it does,” Kazan answered, tendrils of red flickering through his hair.
“I-it’s fine,” Marcus stammered, setting his spoon back in his bowl. “I’m guessing this is about collecting payment for helping me yesterday…”
“It is.”
“Ah… Um, right. Well–”
“It would be best for us to speak in private,” he clarified. “If you are available to accompany me now…”
Other than doing absolutely nothing all day in preparation for going back to work the following afternoon, Marcus had no prior plans. Glancing at Evan, he received a reassuring nod. When he looked at Danny, he could see the near panic in his eyes, and reached over to squeeze his hand.
“It’ll be fine. I promise.”
“Your definition of ‘fine’ more often than not worries me, Doc,” his boyfriend sighed, giving his fingers a squeeze in return. “Just… don’t die.”
“I won’t,” he reassured, before joking, “Even if I do, I’ll just come back.”
The silence that followed was deeply uncomfortable, and he winced. Right… No one was actually happy he would become a Slasher, even if it did mean they’d permanently never lose him in a ‘dead and gone’ sense. He still didn’t like to think about the fact that, thanks to Wesker, he wasn’t even aging anymore…
Leaning over, he gave Danny a quick kiss before pushing himself off the couch. Meeting Evan halfway, he kissed him goodbye as well before turning to the waiting Slasher. “Alright, I’m ready when you are.”
“Dude…” Frank said quietly, and he glanced over. All four of the Legion were staring at him, but it was Susie who gestured at his legs.
Glancing down, a small ‘oh, right’ slipped out as he was met with the sight of nothing but his underwear and hauntingly white legs. It was too late to cover up, however, as a clawed hand grabbed him by the back of the neck. Pulled through the Door in his closet before he could get a single word out, he was just as quickly released again.
Looking up at Kazan as he walked past to take his boots off, Marcus realized he hadn’t armed himself before stopping by. Not that he needed to, but it seemed pretty significant…
Unsurprised to find himself in the same home as the last time Kazan had called on him, the vet waited patiently, if not a bit frozen in fear, for the Slasher to address him. The same low table was already set up, but he still waited to be seated. It felt a bit presumptuous to assume he could just make himself comfortable as soon as he walked in.
“Please, sit,” Kazan invited, gesturing to one side of the table. “Tea?”
“Only if it’s no trouble,” Marcus answered, lowering himself to the floor. “I appreciate the offer, but you don’t have to go out of your way for me.”
“Offering hospitality to a favored guest is no trouble,” the Slasher told him, a rare smile pulling at his mouth. “Besides, it is good for digestion.”
Unsure why that made him blush, Marcus stammered out a thank you before Kazan disappeared into another part of the house. He came back within a few minutes, once again with a tray carrying a pair of cups and pot of tea.
Waiting until he was seated and they had both been served, the vet finally broached the reason for their meeting. “I really do appreciate you helping me with the situation yesterday. If you’ve… thought of a way I can repay you, I’m open to hearing it.”
Taking a sip of his tea, Kazan nodded, before asking, “Are you able to feel the weight of what is between us?”
Marcus blinked at him over his own cup. Caught a little off guard mid-sip, he slowly lowered his drink. He felt… something? A sense of lingering anxiety over an unfulfilled promise. Concern over being able to fulfil what might be asked of him. Hope that his trust in the Slasher to make a… reasonable request would be proven well placed. Still, thinking about it in earnest, there was something under the surface. A pull, almost. Some strange draw, connecting him to the Oni in some intangible way. He hadn’t noticed it before under all the aches and pains left over from his last injection.
Looking up at Kazan, he admitted hesitantly, “Well, now that you point it out… yeah. Um, is that… Wh-what is that?”
Setting down his cup with a deep sigh, he explained, “Before I was a Slasher, I was an oni. A demon. As such, I have powers that are not… from the Entity. I do not use these powers intentionally, as I abhor what I have become. Unfortunately, it seems that yesterday’s events have led to you and I unintentionally creating what you would probably call… A demon deal.”
Marcus nearly dumped his tea in his lap. Catching himself before he could let the cup slip from his fingers, he quickly set it on the table between them. Clearing his throat, he asked, “A- a demon deal? What does that mean, exactly? N-not to… imply you would do anything like this, but– but does that mean I owe you my soul or– or first born or something?”
Eyes widening, Kazan actually let out a deep laugh. Shaking his head, he promised, “No, nothing of the sort. What you feel is an unfinished contract between us. It begs the question… What exactly was the wording you used when you renegotiated your deal with Wesker?”
Christ, what had he said?! The whole thing had been born out of a state of sheer panic and a need to survive another day! Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he wracked his brain, desperately trying to recall what exactly he’d said beyond, ‘Leave me the hell alone’.
“Oh…” he realized, slowly lowering his hand. “Oh, fuck… I said… I said something like, ‘Whoever wins owns the contract.’ Since I didn’t actually fight… you did… You own my contract with Wesker?”
“It would appear so,” Kazan agreed. “Since your physical body was the original point of contention, it seems as though I am now in the uncomfortable position of… ownership.”
Something cold settled in Marcus’s stomach, and he swallowed dryly. “I… see… And what does that… mean for me?”
“I do not wish to force anything on you, but until we have agreed to terms, this feeling will only continue to grow worse until I am forced to act upon it,” the Slasher stated bluntly. “That would either require me to kill you, or…”
The ‘or’ was very heavy, and the ginger let out a thin laugh. “I mean, if all we have to do to clear the air is have sex again, I guess I can… work with that. I don’t have sex in exchange for goods or money like that since for me sex is something I want to share with people who also want it, but given the circumstances, I can… use it to say thank you? I guess that’s better than you feeling like you need to kill me, right?”
Lip curling slightly, he rebuked, “I would not ask you to compromise your morals to fulfil a deal you didn’t intend to make.”
When Marcus cringed, he added more gently, “Although I believe employing you for physical labor would be enough to fulfil the contract, I do not have anything I could realistically ask you to do around my home, and I do not keep animals that I could employ you to care for. There is… another option. I have been considering this since we last met… given how well it went. I had not imagined I would be bringing it up so soon, nor under these circumstances.”
Curiosity outweighing his concerns, Marcus asked, “Oh? I mean, I’d love to hear it. If you think there’s a way we can work this out without either of us having to… compromise ourselves.”
“Excellent wording,” Kazan chuckled, before elaborating, “Although I made it a point not to keep concubines in the past, as to not dishonor my wife, and I have been… disinclined to do so since escaping the Entity’s Realm for both the safety of the humans involved and my own… vanity… I believe such an agreement would satisfy the contact between us.”
It took Marcus a good moment to get his mouth to work again, and he squeaked, “O-oh? A-and what would that entail?”
He already knew Pyramid Head would like to keep him chained to his throne in Silent Hill twenty-four seven, so god only knew what being a concubine for a demon would entail!
“In this situation, it would be a title only. I would not force myself on you, nor would I demand your presence when you are not interested, or are otherwise occupied. Contract or not, I understand and respect that your partners take priority. My only concern is that this title would give me a certain level of influence over you, allowing me to command you whether you wished to obey or not. It is part of why I do not ‘make deals’.”
That brought an idea to the vet’s mind, and he nodded slowly. “Actually… I have an idea… Something that would benefit both of us without necessarily giving either party absolute control over the other while still fulfilling the open contract between us.”
Kazan looked rather interested in his idea, so Marcus asked, “Do you know what BDSM is?”
Eyebrows rising, the Slasher nodded. “I am aware, yes.”
“Well, given that we’re both… very into the opposite side of that coin, how about we make a proper contract? You would be my dom, and I would be your sub. That would give us room to negotiate and agree on very specific terms that would keep either of us from being completely powerless.”
Looking thoughtful, Kazan asked seriously, “This is something you and your partners would be comfortable with?”
“I can confidently say yes on all accounts,” Marcus confirmed, before going into a more in depth explanation of how their group dynamics worked. Kazan listened intently, only asking the occasional question, but otherwise not interrupting.
When he was done, the Slasher admitted, “The last time you were here, I did not give much thought to discussing what you are or are not comfortable with. Given that this contract would still put me in a position of power over you during our times together, I feel this is something that must be addressed.”
The intense sense of relief that flooded Marcus had him letting out a deep sigh. Smiling warmly, he agreed, “You’re absolutely right. And that’s something that we can put in this contract, since it sounds like it does have some kind of… physical effect on us both.”
The Oni inclined his head in silent agreement, so Marcus started with, “I’m into a lot more stuff then I’m not, so it’s usually easier for me to start there, if that’s okay with you.”
Another nod, so he explained, “I don’t like to be degraded. Being called a brat or being told I’ve been a brat is fine, because… I am. I do it on purpose at least half the time because I know I’ll get punished for it, but in ways that I enjoy. It’s… a whole thing. If that’s not something you’re into, I can behave. I get plenty of that with Evan and Danny. And Amanda…”
“That would be wise,” Kazan agreed. “I am not one to insult or belittle my bedmates, but I am not particularly interested in subduing your attitude. I prefer… obedience.”
“I can do that,” Marcus agreed. It wasn’t a difficult thing to turn off his ‘attitude problems’ around the Slasher; he may trust him, but he was still more than a little intimidated by him. It also wasn’t too surprising to hear that he wasn’t into degrading his partners. So far, it was a win-win.
“I think I mentioned it last time, but being knocked out or asleep, or being gagged are hard no’s. I don’t mind having fingers or… other body parts in my mouth. Or… Or toys under certain circumstances…”
“I would not feel comfortable continuing if you were not conscious, nor if you were gagged. There must always remain some clear way for you to communicate with me in case I hurt you, or you feel like you are close to being hurt,” Kazan pointed out, before asking, “How do you feel about being blindfolded? There are times I… find it difficult to be seen as I am, despite still craving the intimacy of another person.”
“Blindfolds are fine as long as I know who all is in the room and who all is going to be involved before I’m blinded,” Marcus allowed. “Like, if there are three people in the room, I need to know who’s going to actually fuck me, or if they’re just going to watch. Although, I’m not really into the whole ‘being watched’ thing, unless they’re going to participate at some point.”
When Kazan agreed again, the ginger felt something in the air between them. Like the strange draw he’d felt earlier had become an almost tangible thing instead of just a vague sense of anxiety.
“Ah, let me think… I’m cool being tied up at the same time, or separately. Pretty much everything I’m into can be done together in some way,” he explained. “I’m cool with collars and leashes, but pet play is a hard, hard no. It’s… dehumanizing and it makes me viscerally uncomfortable.”
“I completely understand,” Kazan promised. “I have no intention of treating you like an object or ‘pet’ while you are in my care. That includes physically or verbally degrading you. In return, I would ask that you not use my Slasher title during intercourse. I have no problem with you calling me if you are in need of assistance, as you did yesterday. I trust your judgement, and will gladly offer my protection if you find yourself in danger. There is no need to repay me for such things.”
“Of course,” the vet said gratefully. “Ah, given the nature of our… relationship. Is there anything you do want to be referred to? Despite the name, I’m not comfortable being referred to as a ‘slave’, and I will not refer to any of my partners as ‘master’. Sir, boss, your actual name, or if there’s a different title or name you prefer.”
“Kazan is fine,” the Slasher offered graciously. “Sir is also acceptable, but not necessary, even while engaging in these activities. Is there anything else you wish to avoid?”
“No peeing or other ‘bathroom’ stuff,” Marcus added, and Kazan made a face like such an act hadn’t even occurred to him. Thus far, they were easily on the same page, and the conversation continued with few other ‘no’s. Eventually they got to safety and consent, and the vet asked, “Do you know what a safeword is?”
“Yes, I do. Do you already have one that you use with others, or do you vary it by partner?”
“Oh, no, that would be way too complicated,” he said, shaking his head. “My safeword is pineapple. Cause I’m super allergic and eating it could kill me, and I can’t reasonably see a situation where we’d be talking about pineapples while having sex, so it seemed like a good word to pick at the time.”
Laughing, Kazan asked, “Now, outside the bedroom, how do you wish to proceed?”
He’d been considering that, and already had an answer ready. Tapping his chest, he felt heat bloom through Pyramid Head’s mark as he explained, “Kind of like with this big guy. If I’m already with someone, especially Danny or Evan, I’m not okay with being… interrupted. Like, if you show up looking for me for sex but I’m already busy, as long as they’re okay with it, I usually don’t mind letting someone join in. If they’re interested in that of course.”
“I see…”
“Although, there may be times I’m not… in the middle of sex, but I still want to just spend some time with the person I’m with, or even just… alone,” Marcus pointed out. “I need to know that I still have full autonomy and that I’m not expected to just always be on and ready to go at the drop of a hat. I’m still a person. I still have emotional and mental needs just like everyone else.”
“Of course,” Kazan said, nodding. “I do not seek to own you, and will respect any previous engagements you may find yourself tending to.”
“I appreciate it. Ah, as for just day to day, I don’t take the dom sub stuff outside the bedroom. It’s strictly a sex thing for me, not a lifestyle. For example, I may act like a little shit, but it’s not always because I want to be punished later. I, ah, tend to mouth off when I’m nervous. Or all the time, depending on who you ask… On the other hand, Evan isn’t going to force me to wear a cock ring all day or randomly beat me or anything as ‘punishment’ for something I did or for ‘stepping out of line’.”
Rubbing his chin with a clawed hand, the Slasher nodded before letting out a thoughtful hum. Seeing the questioning look he was getting, he asked, “Are you comfortable being cut?”
“Aah,” Marcus squeaked, a nervous grin flitting across his face. “That’s… complicated? See, I like… being bitten. Evan does use his mask to cut me sometimes, but it’s always superficial and not like, causing me to openly bleed all over everything. I’m– I’m not really comfortable being cut with knives, although I am okay with knife play. Sorry, I know that’s kind of contradictory–”
“You do not need to apologize for your limits or comfort level. There is a difference between a blade and teeth… or claws…”
Letting out a small giggle, Marcus blushed beet red. Scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled awkwardly, “C-claws are fine! I’m okay getting scratched or bitten up, even to the point of bleeding, as long as it’s not on my dick or any of the important bits down there. I’m okay with some pain, like being spanked or roughed up a bit, as long as my boys are left alone. I’m not okay with pain play down there.”
“How are you with overstimulation, or prolonged periods of stimulation?” Kazan asked, pouring them both another cup of tea. “I will admit, I often like to take my time, especially while applying bindings. It is both for safety, and aesthetics.”
“Oh, that’s all perfectly okay,” the ginger accepted. “I enjoy both, although I’m used to delay and denial being used as punishment for when I’ve been a brat.”
“I do not intend to purposefully prolong the amount of time it takes you to achieve release, but I do enjoy… touching. I enjoy feeling my partner's body, and may touch you in ways that increase arousal,” he explained. “But it is not intended as punishment. I do not ‘hate fuck’. I find sex to be a… much needed release from my anger.”
“I get that,” Marcus promised, adding, “I press Evan and Danny’s buttons on purpose, but that’s because they get off on it just as much as I do. Even then, I’m not always a brat. Sometimes it’s more soft and intimate. Other times, it’s, ah… Well, this one time I bit Evan and he chased me down like an animal, and that was… I need to do that again…”
Slapping a hand on his knee, Kazan laughed so hard he had to put his cup down. Shaking his head, he said, “You are quite an interesting man, Marcus. Now, are you confident we have addressed everything we need to address, and are comfortable with the terms of our contract?”
Running over all the do’s and don’ts they’d gone over, the safeword, ins and outs of what was bedroom rules versus day to day living, he finally nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”
“I believe we have ‘covered it’, as you would say,” he offered, and Marcus smiled.
“So, do we shake? To seal the deal?”
“Shake? Tell me, boy. Do you think a handshake is really enough to seal a deal like this?”
Marcus blinked, cheeks turning pink under the Oni’s unwavering, hungry gaze. “I… I guess… not?”
“I can’t help but agree… Come,” he ordered, rising. The vet didn’t argue, scrambling to his feet as he followed the Slasher on a familiar path through the house.
Entering the bedroom, Marcus almost dropped his underwear without waiting to be told. Catching himself, he waited as patiently as he could while Kazan removed his armor and replaced it on the stand set in the wall. He couldn’t help but fidget slightly, mind racing with possible scenarios and blood burning with anticipation of what was to come.
A claw under his chin stilled him, and he found his head guided back until he was looking at Kazan’s face. His expression was contemplative as he said, “I may have no interest in punishing you in the bedroom… But I am perfectly fine guiding you with a… rather firm hand.”
Something about the way he said it made Marcus’s knees turn to jelly, and a grin spread across his face unbidden. He could live with that.
“Good. Strip.”
Marcus wasn’t allowed to look down, the claw under his chin making that clearer than any verbal command. Thankfully the only thing he was wearing was his boxers, and it was easy to simply shove them down his hips so he could kick them off.
The claw left his throat as Kazan stepped around him. When he started to turn to follow, fingers wrapped around his throat from behind. Freezing, he felt hot breath against his cheek as the Oni leaned down to order in a rumbling growl, “Be still.”
It was admittedly incredibly difficult for the ginger to do any such thing, but razor sharp claws pressing into his neck were an excellent motivator. Even when the digits slid away, he willed himself to behave. It was difficult, but he already knew he would be getting exactly what he needed… in time. Being a brat wouldn’t prolong anything, but it might put it to an end far too soon.
Despite his size, Kazan was able to move almost silently, and Marcus was left fighting the urge to turn around and see what he was doing. His patience paid off, and a moment later a large hand rested on his shoulder. Something was held over his other shoulder, and he tilted his head to see a long strip of black cloth in the Slasher’s hand. Reaching up, he felt the soft, silky material with a sense of giddy anticipation.
“Put it on,” the Oni ordered, the hand on his shoulder sliding over to grip his neck again. His fingers were loose, a claw resting against the vets' pulse point. Gentle, but still clearly conveying the power he held back.
Reaching up, Marcus found himself at ease as he tied the black cloth over his eyes. He could feel the air between them shifting. It was similar to the feeling he got when Pyramid Head called on him, and he couldn’t stifle a small sound as heat bloomed in his gut.
A low, content growl rumbled through him as the Slasher pulled him back against his body and his back arched slightly. He could feel the thickness of his cock as it pressed against his ass, a stark reminder of just how small he was when compared to the Oni. Clawed fingers caressed his chest, tracing the mark on his skin and leaving heated trails in their wake.
The hand around his neck shifted, fingers curling over his jaw and pressing into his cheeks before one claw traced delicately over his lips. They parted almost without conscious thought, and a soft moan escaped him as the digit pressed down on his tongue.
Marcus barely felt the first ropes as they were tied around his arms. It seemed that no matter where Kazan’s hands moved over his body, some part of him was always in contact with the vet. Soon, his arms were pulled behind him, wrists bound to opposite forearm before being anchored to the row of intricate knots traveling down his spine.
A light pressure on his shoulders and a deep growl put him on his knees, but instead of thumping on the hard floor, he was met with a soft, plush surface. It felt like a pillow, but without his eyes or hands, he could only guess. What he didn’t need to guess was why, and a moment later, claws dragged through his hair, fingers tightly gripping the strands to tilt his head back.
Held in place, he was unable to lean into the touch as a clawed finger traced down the side of his face. Pausing at his bottom lip, he let his mouth be guided open, only to feel a moment of surprise when something hot pressed against his lips. Tongue flicking out, he let out a quiet groan as he was met with the taste of precum.
He already knew Kazan was too big to fit very much in his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from doing his best. The fingers in his hair flexed, curling around the back of his skull to pull him down. Marcus let out a thin whine, jaw stretched until it was aching as the Oni forced the head of his cock into his mouth. Pulled off with a gasp, he wasn’t given more than a moment to catch his breath before it was being filled again.
Gagging as something solid pressed tightly against the back of his throat, Marcus could feel the deep groan that vibrated through the Slasher’s body. Even though he was at his absolute limit, it still spurred him on, and he found himself trying to take more anyway. All that he accomplished was drooling and moaning with every shallow thrust. Claws continued to caress the side of his face and run through his hair, almost but not quite distracting him from the growing ache between his legs.
When he was pulled back, head tilted at an angle he knew would give the Oni a good view of his flushed cheeks and wet, swollen lips, he tried to lean forward only to find himself held in place by the claws in his hair.
“So eager to serve…” he growled, tone conveying his pleasure. “But I’m nowhere near done with you.”
If it had been anyone else, Marcus would have answered with something along the lines of, ‘I sure hope not,’ but something compelled him to keep it to himself. He could say it was because he’d already agreed not to be a brat, but it felt… deeper than that. As if the ‘contract’ they’d made actually held some sway over his actions, given the position he was in.
A hand on his back pulled him to his feet with the same ease as picking up a kitten at work, and he felt his body flood with heat. Unable to see, he could only rely on his other senses to keep him informed, and it made every touch and growl all that much more intense. It had been a long time since he’d been blindfolded like that. Or at all, really. The last time his eyes had actually been covered was when he and Ghostface had hooked up for the first time.
Soft sheets rubbed against his back and shoulders as he was laid down, large hands tracing the ropes and knots against his skin. Claws pressed into his chest, stinging slightly as they pulled slowly across pale flesh. The vet gasped, able to feel the heat of his own blood as it formed tiny beads on his skin.
A hand was suddenly tight around one ankle, his shocked yelp as he was nearly yanked down the bed quickly turning into a keening moan as something hot and wet lapped over the stinging claw marks on his chest.
Claws sank into one hip, holding him down as sharp teeth grazed his abdomen. Although a part of him felt like he should be terrified to not be able to see how close the Oni’s tusks were to his belly, he found it oddly thrilling. A single twitch or wrong move could open him up, gutting him like a fish.
Marcus couldn’t help but feel like there was a certain intimacy in it. A level of trust that wasn’t dependent on knowing one another deeply. Rather, it was a trust born from mutual want. A shared lust for something both dangerous and erotic.
Shallow cuts were dragged across his hips and he choked, shocked by the way pain twisted into intense pleasure. Despite knowing they were claws pulling across his skin, talons collecting crimson drops of blood, without his sight, they may as well have been knives, and the picture of Ghostface straddling him, knife slowly carving into his chest made him unexpectedly jolt.
Did he… actually want to try letting Danny cut him?
The hot, wet drag of a tongue over his untouched hole made him keen. Body shivering as he writhed within the confines of the ropes and claws holding him, Marcus gasped as a hand easily wrapped almost completely around each thigh to hold his legs apart. All thought vanished from his head as the Oni’s tongue pushed into him.
Heat pooled in his belly as Kazan worked into him. Sharp edges brushed his ass in tandem to the rhythmic pulse of his tongue plunging in and out, and Marcus could feel himself rocketing towards the edge. A deep growl vibrated through him and his back arched, a ragged moan pulling from his throat as cum splattered his belly.
Tongue giving a few more deep, purposeful swirls before pulling out, an even thicker finger took its place. Hyper aware of every touch and sensation, Marcus could tell just how much Kazan was holding back. How much control was in each and every twist and thrust of his finger.
Despite knowing he could take it, the ginger was shocked by the burning stretch as a second finger joined the first. Every movement was purposeful. Cautious, even. That didn’t mean it was lacking in any way, and Marcus was babbling and whimpering from the effort of holding still by the time Kazan finally withdrew his fingers.
Grabbed by the ankles, Marcus yelped when he felt himself lifted almost upside down. He would have been, if not for the bed under his shoulders, and for a split second, he wasn’t sure what the hell was happening.
Until something much larger than a pair of fingers or tongue pressed against his rim. Then he understood. It looked like he hadn’t been the only one picturing the Oni fucking him in that position, and an immense pressure suddenly pushed into his body.
It had been quite a while since Marcus had actually been topped while blindfolded, but he wasn’t sure it had ever felt so intense. His body felt full to splitting, muscles trembling and chest heaving as his heart pounded behind his ribs. Only able to go based on feel, he was sure Kazan had bottomed out with his first thrust.
He was, again, wrong. A high pitched sound left him as the Slasher pulled out until only the head of his cock remained. Then, with a snarl, he actually bottomed out, punching a guttural wail from the bound man.
“Ooh, god!” Marcus whimpered, and clawed fingers tightened around his ankles.
“He does not live on this mountain,” Kazan laughed, and the ginger cried out again as the length inside him was pulled out a few inches.
It only took a few more shallow thrusts before Marcus felt heat blooming against his skin. Everywhere his body met the Oni’s, he could feel the flicker of blood aura coming from the Slasher. It curled around him where their bodies met, caressing his skin and sending an intoxicating heat through his limbs.
The hands on his ankles tightened, pulling him into every downwards thrust. If not for the bed beneath his head and shoulders, he was pretty sure he would have ended up with a shattered spine. Instead, he was ending up with cum dripping across his chest, entire body tensing and jerking with the force of his orgasm.
Kazan’s claws dug into his legs, leaving blood dripping down his calves as he was pulled into one final hard thrust that filled his body with a whole new type of heat. Cum spilled out of him as the Oni pulled out, but it was only long enough to drop him and flip him over. A hand pulled him up by his hip, the other clamping down on the top of his skull to hold him in place.
Toes curling, Marcus couldn’t help the sounds he made as the Oni teased his leaking hole with the tip of his cock. He’d honestly expected him to pick up right where he’d left off, bottoming out in one hard thrust before putting his spine, and what was left of his soul, through round two.
The hand on his hip slid under his belly and he whimpered, realizing what Kazan was actually waiting for. He wanted to feel himself in his guts. The ginger already knew what was coming, but he was still shocked by the way his body practically molded to fit the Slashers shaft.
Slow, deep thrusts rocked him against the mattress, the hand on his belly squeezing and massaging each time the Oni would bottom out. It made a wet slapping sound every time, heavy balls smacking against Marcus’s with enough force to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through his body.
“You take me so well,” Kazan rumbled, claws tapping slowly and rhythmically against the bulge in his abdomen. “A meal fit for a god.”
“Haaa,” Marcus whined, unable to muster up enough brain power to form proper words. Stinging lines were scratched across his stomach and he whimpered, muscles tensing instinctively. A low groan and short, sharp thrust of Kazan’s hips had him crying out again.
“Choosing to spend his time with the devil,” the Oni growled, hand dragging over the ropes on his back. Grabbing the row of perfectly spaced knots right above his bound arms, he pulled him up onto his knees.
Impaled so deeply he didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget the feeling of the Slasher inside him even if he lost his memory, Marcus let out a choked, “Haaggkk!”
Lifted off the bed entirely, he gasped when an arm hooked under his legs, pulling his knees up against his chest as Kazan started a brutal pace. Gone were the slow, grinding thrusts. Now, he found himself held tightly against a body that absolutely dwarfed his own as the Oni pumped into him at an aggressive pace.
Large, clawed fingers wrapped around his neck and jaw, holding his head back against the Slashers chest as he let out broken moans. There were no thoughts in Marcus’s head, all worries and concerns practically obliterated by the inferno burning through his every nerve.
Deep growls began to rumble in Kazan’s chest, vibrating through his body and leaving him even more breathless than before. It was difficult to tell at first, being blindfolded and entirely fucked out of his mind as he was, but Marcus was starting to feel like he wasn’t actually breathing at all.
It wasn’t until his ears began to fill with a strange ringing that he realized he wasn’t actually breathing. Thankfully, it was around that same time that Kazan finally reached his limit. With a roar that shook the mountain top, the Oni filled the vet a second time, hips giving a few final, rough jerks.
Drool splattered the vet’s chin as he coughed, oxygen starved lungs spasming as air was suddenly reintroduced. Wheezing, Marcus made a small sound as his body was gently unfolded from against Kazan’s chest.
“Marcus, are you still with me?”
“Nnghhh,” he groaned, still unable to form a full thought, much less a word. He felt weightless, mind still a puddle of blind sensation and pleasure. A sharper cry left his raw throat as the overly full feeling in his body slowly lessened. There was no way for Kazan to pull out without the ginger's overly sensitive body feeling every inch of him dragging against his walls, but he made sure to hold him close, murmuring soothingly above his head.
Marcus could feel soft sheets under his body as the knots and ropes against his skin loosened, then fell away entirely. His hair was tugged gently, but it was only the blindfold being untied. Blinking his eyes open, he squinted briefly up at the person hovering over him. A large hand cupped the side of his face, and he let out a sigh, nuzzling into the warm touch.
A low chuckle made its way through his ears, and he was scooped up against a broad chest. He didn’t bother opening his eyes, instead just enjoying the gentle way as he was carried. The sound of a door sliding open and closed, along with a sharp increase in moisture in the air told him where he was without him having to open his eyes.
He did, when the sound of water gently being displaced reached him, and a moment later he was being gently lowered into the hot spring. Still held safely within the Slashers arms, he felt no fear of drowning as the water lapped at the underside of his chin.
Sitting in silence for several minutes, Kazan finally asked, “Marcus, are you alright?”
Lifting his head a bit, he smiled tiredly. “Mhm. Very good. Very bliss.”
The heat of the hot spring was pulling the aches and pains from his muscles, as well as soothing the stinging lines littering his body. His chest, back, torso, thighs, and ankles all sported marks from the Oni’s claws. He wouldn’t be too surprised if his hips and ass were as well, but he hadn’t had the energy to bother trying to take a look yet. Not that he particularly cared at the moment.
“I was worried for a moment that I may have… lost a bit too much control,” Kazan admitted and Marcus’s eyebrows rose. “I had no intention of pushing you so close to unconsciousness.”
“Oh, hey, you’re good,” he promised, an easy smile on his lips. “I didn’t lose consciousness. I did get into one hell of a good headspace though.”
Although he relaxed slightly, the Slasher still promised, “I will be more mindful of your airways in the future.”
“I appreciate it,” Marcus chuckled. Admittedly, that had been a bit scary, but he still never felt like Kazan had purposefully put him in danger or ignored his comfort. Sighing, he added more seriously, “I’m sorry I didn’t try to say anything. I wasn’t even really aware of how close I was getting until you let go.”
“Life is a series of lessons, and today we have learned a valuable one. Thankfully with neither of us worse for wear,” Kazan agreed. “I feel a sense of… peace. The deal between us has been sealed, and you are no longer under any obligation to make further negotiations or contracts with me.”
“I’ll probably feel it once the rest of the feelings I’m feeling stop feeling so… feelable,” the vet offered, and Kazan frowned.
“Are you… sure you’re alright?”
Laughing until he nearly sucked in a mouthful of water, Marcus nodded. “Sorry, I’m okay. I promise. I’m just saying, I think I’ll feel that… sense of peace once I get a bit more… calm.”
Looking utterly shocked, Kazan asked, “Did you wish to continue?”
“Not that kind of calm!” he sputtered, nearly slipping off the Slasher’s lap. “I mean, like, coming down from the afterglow! I’m very good on the satisfaction front! But… I’m looking forward to doing this again sometime.”
Letting out a short laugh, the Oni huffed, “That is good. I look forward to it as well.”
Relaxing once more into a comfortable silence, the pair eventually pulled themselves from the water and dried off. Nothing needed to be said, but Kazan did offer him some more tea and an actual meal before he left.
Curious, and more than a little hungry, Marcus accepted, and was treated to the best sushi he’d ever had. Everything was fresh, and Kazan explained how he caught and grew most of the ingredients himself. The rice, vinegar, and a few other things, he traded with the village down at the mountains base for.
“I often leave small gifts for their children when I go to the halfway point. They believe it is a show of my contentment with them, or even a blessing,” he added, shaking his head with an amused smile. “Honestly, I just enjoy passing the time carving little figurines, but I have nothing to do with them and I don’t want to throw them away.”
Thinking of something, Marcus asked, “Could I buy a couple from you? I… I just found out I have a younger brother and sister, and I think they’d really appreciate something like that.”
Looking surprised, Kazan offered, “You do not need to pay me for them. I make them for my own entertainment, and pass them on for the same reason. I take it your visit back home was… eventful.”
“Oh, you could say that,” he agreed with a weary laugh. “It’s a long story, but I don’t mind sharing it…”
Gesturing to the spread of food between them, the Slasher offered, “A meal is best enjoyed with a story shared among friends.”
Nodding, Marcus started with, “Well, my Nana Taylor has apparently been aware of, and somewhat involved with Slashers for almost the past twenty years. She knows everything now; she’s met Danny and Evan, and a bunch of the others… And… she’d really like to meet you too.”
“Although I am flattered that the matriarch of your family wishes to meet me… Does she understand what I am?” he questioned, an almost hesitant tone in his voice. “I do not wish to give her a heart attack.”
Nearly choking on his sushi, Marcus quickly finished swallowing before answering, “Hey, she met Pyramid Head and thought he was just the greatest thing since sliced bread. Which is wild, because she’s actually older than sliced bread…”
“That is quite a feat,” Kazan laughed. “Alright. I will meet with her, if you will act as liaison until such time.”
“Gladly,” Marcus agreed, before finally starting the story about everything that had happened during his stay with Nana Taylor. Something told him Paul was about to have one more visitor added to his roster of bad dreams…
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