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“Boring.” Atsumu drawled, dragging out the last syllable. He was sprawled across his futon that has been haphazardly arranged in a circle with the rest of them. The first year, Taiga, had just finished his so-called “scary story ” where Atsumu had struggled not to fall asleep halfway through.
Taiga’s face flushed.
Osamu slammed his elbow into Atsumu’s side. Atsumu gasped, his body collapsing into his bedding. He groaned at the pain shooting up his side. He twisted to glare at his brother. “What the fuck, Samu!”
Osamu’s teeth snapped the pocky he was eating in half. “You’re being an ass.” He mumbled, swallowing the chocolate-coated biscuit.
“So?” Osamu gave him a look. Atsumu sighed. Right. He was the captain now and he had to “be better” whatever the hell that meant. At the very least he wanted to make Kita proud, and maybe telling a first-year their scary story was boring wasn't the best way to go about that. Atsumu pushed himself up once more, his forearms bent at his side to keep his chest upward.
This was about team bonding and making the first years feel welcomed, if not a little hazed, during their summer training camp. It had been Suna’s idea and Osamu had voiced his agreement. Atsumu thought Suna probably had an ulterior motive of getting more blackmail, and Osamu was always down for more snacks. The glutton.
Atsumu took in the slightly dejected shoulders of Taiga and cringed. Time to do damage control. He surveyed the rest of the group quickly, eyes making a quick evaluation of the team. It seemed that Taiga’s story had gotten some people a little freaked. Good enough. Atsumu rubbed at the back of his neck, offering an apologetic smile. “I mean, your story wasn’t scary for me, but it seems like ya got Riseki freaked.”
Riseki spluttered. The tense set of Taiga’s shoulders softened.
Suna swooped in. “Riseki, you are looking a little pale there.”
“Am not!” The flush that bloomed across Riseki's cheeks gave him away.
Ginjima reached forward, patting Riseki’s back in sympathy. “It’s okay to be afraid of ghosts. Spirits and demons are very real.”
“No they’re not,” Atsumu argued, popping a piece of unwrapped hi-chew in his mouth. The taste of green apple burst across his tongue. Ginjima shook his head as if Atsumu had said something idiotic. “They’re not,” Atsumu emphasised again, chewing the candy in annoyance.
“Oh yeah?” Osamu teased, egging on his brother’s annoyance. Suna was draped across his shoulder, a smug smile pulling at his lips.
“Yeah!” Atsumu all but shouted, turning sharply to glare at his brother. His face immediately twisted in disgust as he watched Suna offer Osamu another pocky.
“If they’re not real, how come Kita believes in them?” Ginjima asked with a raised brow.
Checkmate.
Atsumu sputtered. The argument died on his lips. If there was one thing he wasn’t going to do it was give Kita or his grandmother a bad name.
Osamu’s smirk grew as he said “Cat gotcha tongue, little brother?”
“Little?!” Atsumu repeated in indignation. “I’m the eldest ya asshole.”
Osamu’s face was similar to that of a cat who’d caught the cream. “And yet shorter.” The next words were said like a death sentence. “ Little. Brother .”
Atsumu lunged. The two went tumbling to the ground. The heel of Osamu’s palm jammed into Atsumu’s face. Atsumu crawled at Osamu’s shirt, his right knee having pinned Osamu’s left. “That 0.2 centimetres is bullshit!”
“Said like a loser,” Osamu twisted his grip, catching Atsumu’s wrist and removing his leverage. He flipped his brother over, enjoying that satisfying crash when he froze. Atsumu stilled beneath him. They both turned their heads slowly to see Suna crouching, phone raised, the flash highlighting them in an unflattering light. “Suna,” Osamu started slowly, “watcha doin’?”
“Filming you,” Suna replied in a deadpan and twitching lip.
Atsumu swallowed. “Why?”
“To show Kita and Aran when they ask how training camp went.”
A pin could have dropped.
Immediately, Atsumu and Osamu scrambled apart. Osamu went for the pile of snacks he’d abandoned in the circle. The rest of the team snickered as Atsumu dove for Suna, the middle blocker easily twisting out of reach.
“Now, now, Atsumu, you’ve got to be a good captain for the camera. What would Kita say? What would Aran think?” Atsumu’s body locked into a bastardization of a yoga pose reaching for Suna. Suna’s left eyebrow raised in glee. “Well?”
Atsumu snapped straight, his back straighter than he’d ever been. He cleared his throat behind a theatrical cough into his right hand. “Right.” He returned stiffly to his spot beside Osamu and mechanically sat down. There was a beat of silence as the entire volleyball team stared at him.
“So,” Atsumu winced, the words felt so much louder in the sweeping silence. What had the topic at hand again, ah, right. Atsumu’s gaze settled on—"Riseki, what is it about ghost stories and such that have got ya freaked out so easily? I mean they’re the least real kind of story. Like murders happen, cults are a thing, but ghosts, demons, and spirits aren’t.”
Riseki crossed his arms, chin lifting. “If they aren’t real, then where did the stories come from?
Atsumu tilted his head in confusion, swallowing the word 'Are you dumb?’ instead asking “to explain what science couldn’t at the time, like the weather.”
Atsumu apparently hadn’t been able to keep the ‘Are you an idiot’ out of his tone because Riseki flushed, his tone defensive. “I know that. I mean the modern ones.”
“Modern ones?” Hirano, a second-year, newly transferred to Inarizaki, asked.
Riseki nodded. “Yeah, like Aka Manto or Kuchisake-onna. Where do those ones come from, ya know?”
Atsumu didn’t get it. “A bored kid?” He nodded towards Taiga. “He just came up with one.”
Riseki shook his head. “Not like that. The ones where somehow everyone knows the story. It's not just some made-up tale. Everyone has heard some kind of variation.” Atsumu gave him a skeptical look, but he only seemed to be one of a few. Riseki jumped upon the members of the team who seemed open to it. “Think about it, maybe Aka Manto doesn't haunt every school or public washroom, but maybe he haunts a choice few. Those that survived, lived to tell the story about it.”
“But the whole point of Aka Manto is that you choose red or blue and either way you die,” Kosaku argued.
“Not if you don’t choose any and run away fast enough.” Riseki pointed out. “Those that choose to run, live.”
“What about the punishments then?” Atsumu pointed out. “Red gives you a bloody end, Blue means you suffocate till you’re blue in the face. How would we know that?”
Riseki looked at Atsumu now like he was the dumb one. “Someone has to find the bodies.”
Atsumu opened, then closed his mouth. He couldn’t argue with that. “I still don’t think they’re real. I think it’s just some bored kids who all got on board with a really weird story.”
“There is one way to settle this then.” Suna piped up from where he was leaning on Osamu’s shoulder like a worm and scrolling his phone.
“How?” Atsumu asked in disbelief.
“We do it.”
Silence fell across the room. “Do what?” Ginjima asked around a bottle of Pocari sweat.
“We do a ritual.”
Atsumu looked at his middle blocker in disbelief. “Sunarin, ya gotta be joking.”
“Nope,” Suna said, popping the ‘p’. “If you’re so sure the legends aren’t real, then you can do a ritual and nothing will happen.”
“Me? Why Me?” Atsumu asked in astonishment, when had this gone from a ‘we’ to a ‘Atsumu’ activity.”
“Cause you’re the Captain,” Osamu smirked from over Suna’s shoulder where he’d been inspecting the taller man’s phone. Atsumu glared at the devious duo. “Why, scared Tsumu?”
“No,” Atsumu responded hotly.
“Then it won’t be an issue,” Suna replied smoothly, flipping his phone to show Atsumu the screen. “You’ll do this one.”
Atsumu squinted his eyes, leaning forward to get a better look at the text on Suna’s phone. “A summoning ritual? Seriously?”
Suna shrugged, taking his phone back to send Atsumu the link so he could pull he’d have a copy on his phone. “It was the most popular one to show up.”
“This is ridiculous,” Atsumu mumbled, pulling up the link to a forum post on supernatural summoning. He baulked. “It says I have to make a circle of blood, chalk or salt! If we make a mess on these tatami mats, Coach will kill us. Also, there is no way I'm drawing blood for this, and who just has chalk?”
Sasaki, a first-year pitch-hitter, raised his hand. “There is Epsom salt in the baths, would that work?”
Suna’s smile stretched maniacally. “That’s perfect,” he purred, “and Atsumu, you can do it in the bathroom, that way it’s easy to wash away and Coach won’t know.”
"You want me to go do an unknown ritual summoning in the bathroom at—"Atsumu checked his phone—“12:35 at night.” Suna gave a casual shrug. Osamu gave a bored nod. “Ya fuckers just want my snacks, don’t ya?”
Osamu’s grin was lazy as he leaned back on his hands. “Too late. In fact, why don’t ya sleep the night in the bathroom, in case there is a summoning delay. Consider it your Captain hazing ritual 'cause ya know Kita was too good for that shit.”
Suna snapped his finger in agreement, pointing at Osamu. “Good one.”
“Seriously?” Atsumu asked in disbelief. He took in the rest of the team who weren’t saying anything. Ginjima gave him a helpless shrug, though his eyes shined with eager agreement.
“If ya spend the night in the baths, I'll buy ya your after-practice snack for the next month,” Osamu added, the cherry on top.
“Fine,” Atsumu said with a pout. He got to his feet and collected his bag and futon. There was no way he was sleeping on the cold ass tile. He’d have whatever snacks he had left over for company. He marched his way to the door.
“No lying,” Suna called after Atsumu, the door half ajar. “You have to do it.”
Atsumu turned to argue but Osamu met his gaze knowingly. His twin would clock him the instant he tried not to tell the truth. He let out a huff. “Fine.” He said, moodily going to slam the door, before quietly closing it behind him. He wouldn’t get his team in trouble just cause his brother and partner-in-crime decided to be assholes.
The hallway was dark, lit only by the moonlight creeping through the windows. Atsumu gripped his stuff tighter and quickly dashed down towards the baths. It was best not to dally, the sooner he got this done with the sooner he could go to bed. Also the sooner he could get at Suna and his brother during practice. When he got to the door of the baths, he checked both ways before slipping inside.
The room was pitch black, the only sense of light from the red glow of the exit sign over the entrance. The tiles did little to reflect the light in the windowless space. Atsumu’s hand slid across the wall nearest the door, feeling for the switches he’d seen earlier in the evening. Three little levers greeted his touch. He started with the furthest switch, flicking it upward, the back end of the baths illuminated, highlighting the large tub that was available for the volleyball team. The rest of the room remained dark. Figuring that was as good as it was going to get, Atsumu moved away from the door.
He walked past the wall of showers to where the large communal bath was located. Dropping his belongings to the floor, he ran his hand against the ceramic. Dry. Perfect, the last thing he needed was getting his futon wet and sleeping the whole night damp. He grabbed his futon from the floor, laying it across the bottom of the bathtub with his pillow. The sooner he could go to bed after this the better. Once satisfied with his set up he stood, turning to take in the rest of the room.
The baths had a simple layout. The wall where the door sat was slightly higher to prevent water from draining out into the hall. Along that side also sat a series of hooks and cubbies for storing supplies. Along the right side were a series of mirrors and on the other sat a series of detachable shower heads with stools on which to sit, little drains under each station. Finally, the large bath where Atsumu stood, which was built for soaking aching muscles and could fit a large number of decent-sized athletes.
With nothing else to occupy his time, Atsumu grumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. Pulling up the link, he read the instructions once more.
- 1. Make the below summoning circle using either chalk, blood, or salt.
Atsumu went to the cubbies at the end of the room where a bin of Epsom salt, tiger balm, and other topical muscle relaxants were stored. Praying under his breath that the coach wouldn’t think anything of a mostly empty container, Atsumu grabbed the salt and brought it to the centre of the room. He twisted open the lid and studied the image of a so-called summoning circle on his phone. Taking a handful, he started to recreate the image carefully. He may have thought the whole thing was bullshit, but no one would be able to call him out on half-assing anything.
When he was done, he took a step back to study his work. It wasn’t perfect but the image got across, and he didn't think the person who designed it ever thought it would be recreated with medicinal salt in a training camp bath in Japan.
- 2. Place five (5) items on each point of the star in the summoning circle. Items should have personal meaning to the person conducting the summoning as these items are to be seen as sacrifices.
“Sacrifices?” Atsumu muttered with disbelief. Did people actually believe this stuff? There was no way he was going that shit. Instead, Atsumu looked around the titled room. He’d just put five distinctly different items instead.
He walked back to the cubbies, grabbing a jar of tiger balm. One. He took a step back to see if anyone had left anything on the shelves after washing. Empty. There was however a bottle of bleach and rubber gloves in the far left-hand corner. Easy enough, he counted them. Two. Three. He placed all three items on a point in the summoning circle. He walked around the baths once more. Nothing.
With a sigh, Atsumu grumbled and went to his duffle bag. Fine, he would ‘sacrifice' two items. He pulled out his volleyball and a can of pickled umiboshi he’d stolen from Osamu’s bag. These would work. Four. Five. Atsumu placed them on the final two points of the circle, piling a little more salt under the volleyball to keep it from rolling.
Done.
Standing up, Atsumu pulled out his phone once more.
- 3. Light a candle and speak the following words “Advoco te magnum et potentem daemonem. Sacrificia mea accipe et forma in hoc regno. Tuus sum servus humilis, hic facias ut lubet” and then blow out the candle. The summoning is now complete.
Atsumu stared at step three. That was it? Not having a candle, he downloaded a candle application from the app store. While it was downloading he copied the text into Google Translate. His English was broken at best, and wasn’t Latin supposed to be a dead language and the whole point was for it not to be spoken. Atsumu shook his head. Whatever, he just wanted to go to bed at this point.
He opened the candle app, “lit” it, and then changed to Google Translate. He played the audio for the text once. A masculine voice came out, speaking in a tone that sounded more Italian than anything. He mouthed the words at the voice spoke. “Advoco te magnum et potentem daemonem. Sacrificia mea accipe et forma in hoc regno. Tuus sum servus humilis, hic facias ut lubet”. Atsumu played the audio one more time, trying to get used to the shape of the words.
Feeling like an idiot, Atsumu just spoke the words, not caring too much for his pronunciation. There was no way this was real. On the last syllable, he changed the app and “blew” out the candle by blowing into the microphone.
Done.
He waited. Why? He wasn’t sure, it just felt like the sort of thing one was supposed to wait for before he shook his head for being an idiot. The whole post was a joke, and now he’d proved it. He turned on his feet about to walk towards his futon when the lights began to flicker.
“What the fuck?” Atsumu whispered under his breath, turning swiftly on his heels expecting to see Osamu or Suna being assholes, playing with the switch by the door.
No one was there.
Suddenly a harsh wind blew before him, the summoning salt lifting and getting into his eyes. Atsumu cursed, trying to wipe it away. He froze as his vision cleared. Atsumu rubbed his eyes once more just to be sure.
There, in the centre of the circle, a shadow was beginning to coalesce.
“Holy Shit,” Atsumu whispered. The wind that had blown outward returned viciously, seemingly attempting to suck all the air out of the room.
The form grew, shadows writhed and grew, it was a beating heart growing bigger with each pulse. Shadows slowly absorbed into a mass of dark, leathery flesh.
The wind stopped.
A vast silence filled the room. Then the grotesque sound of bones snapping and joints popping. The dark mass extended vertically and outwardly. It took Atsumu a moment to recognize them for what they were.
Batwings.
Atsumu stumbled backwards, watching as the membranous wings expanded, crossing the near entirety of the bathroom as the pale, tattooed spine in which they were connected straightened. Atsumu’s eyes followed the black tattoo to a mess of inky curls and even darker horns. The creature’s face turned. Atsumu’s breath caught.
Eyes, red as coals, met his.
Demon.
The wings relaxed, folding inward as the Demon Atsumu had just summoned turned to face him. The sound of hooves on ceramic drew Atsumu’s gaze to the floor.
He gulped.
The creature’s feet were large goat hooves with the curved haunches of some unknown animal, decorated in black scales that feathers up towards a pale crotchless waist. A tail twitched back and forth behind it, the same sun-sucking black, and tapered into an arrow-like tip. From its waist came a chest, human in nature, decorated with dark chains that shimmered like black gemstones in the low light. Its arms, slightly too long in proportion to its body, hung but its side. Its forearms and hands looked like they’d been dipped in black ichor, stained all the way to down to where claws had replaced fingernails.
“So you are the whelp who summoned me.” The voice was masculine, seductive, carrying a thick weight of disdain, as each word revealed razor-sharp teeth on what almost could have been an angelic face. Pale skin, sharp features, and two little moles overtop his left brow. Atsumu almost forgot about the horns and red eyes.
Atsumu did not respond.
The demon seethed, the air rushing through his teeth with a hiss. “Well? Human.” The last word was said with such contempt that Atsumu’s neck flushed. He felt embarrassed, but he hadn’t done anything.
Atsumu opened his mouth, but no sound came out. This wasn’t possible.
The demon leaned forward, its seven-foot form looming over Atsumu, making him feel impossibly small. Burning red eyes narrowed. Sharp claws gripped Atsumu’s jaw. “Speak.”
“This isn’t possible,” was the first thing that tumbled out.
The sharp pressure on Atsumu’s jaw increased, claws biting into his skin. He flinched at the burn of a freshly opened wound. “Oh, it is very possible. Now, tell me why it is that you have summoned me before I grow bored and tear you into bits.”
“It was a joke. A dare. This can’t be real.” Atsumu spoke quickly, the grip on him was tight. He didn’t dare move. The press of what could only feel like a blade dragged across his skin.
The demon’s eyes flared. “A dare. You mean to tell me the first mortal to summon me in a millennium did so on a dare.” It spoke slowly, the room growing colder with every word.
“It wasn’t supposed to work.” Atsumu protested. “You’re not supposed to be real!”
“Oh, I’m very real.” The demon’s tail reappeared, dragging across Atsumu’s cheek, revealing to be the blade he’d felt before. It pressed against the wound its claws had left in Atsumu’s cheek. Tipped in blood, the demon brought it to its lips. Atsumu’s heart pounded in his throat as he watched his blood be consumed. The demon’s head cocked in intrigue. “Virgin.”
Atsumu stuttered. The grip on his chin was released. He fell to the floor with a clatter staring at the demon towering above him.
“Maybe you can be of use to me.” A forked tongue flicked out, lapping up the blood that had gotten onto his claws.
“I’m not.” Atsumu forced out. The demon raised a perfectly shaped brow. “A virgin.” Atsumu’s face flushed in embarrassment. “I’ve done things.”
The demon’s face turned condescending. “Not where it counts.”
Atsumu's entire face went aflame. The protestations died on his lips.
The demon leaned closer, nose skimming the curve of his neck. “Your blood doesn’t lie. No matter how many whores you’ve fingered or how many cocks you’ve sucked. I know your truth.” Its tongue flicked out once more, dragging across Atsumu’s cheek. It let out a quiet moan.
Atsumu’s entire body throbbed.
“That’s it.” The demon kneeled with Atsumu between his legs. It took Atsumu’s face between two clawed hands, kneading the skin to reveal a fresh rivet of blood. It leaned forward, dragging its tongue.
Atsumu’s breath stuttered. His hand twitched. “What do ya want?” Atsumu’s voice was hoarse. The demon dragged its teeth across his throat. Atsumu’s head tilted upward.
“Payment.” It answered simply.
Atsumu swallowed. The movement had blade-like teeth scraping the edge of his adam's apple. “For what?” Atsumu’s brain was a raging storm of electrical signals crossing wires and leaving him in disarray, but he knew payment had to mean he’d been given something.
A chuckle echoed across Atsumu’s skin. “For summoning me.” The demon replied simply. A claw left Atsumu’s cheek, to slice the front of his shirt to ribbons.
Atsumu leaned back, a third grip on his waist keeping him from collapsing. The demon’s forked tongue travelled down his neck and further. The newly exposed skin pebbled in the cold air. “I haven’t asked for anything yet.” He murmured, hand reaching out to grip the bicep of the arm that had ruined his shirt. The muscles were ice-cold under his touch. Weren’t demons supposed to be warm? The mix of fear, lust, and contact was like a cocktail of an intoxicating variety.
“It does not matter.” Its tongue scraped against a nipple. Atsumu’s body bowed. A gasp ripped from his body. “When you summoned me, you entered us into a business deal. Dare or not, we are to have an exchange.” The demon’s teeth nipped a fresh wound at the word ‘dare’ into the curve of Atsumu’s throat. Atsumu hissed, the hand not grasping the demon’s bicep, tangled in the demon’s hair. “Summoning takes energy,” it continued as it lapped at the pooling blood. “On the demon’s part. Whether we want to be summoned or not. That is why so many of my kind deal in souls.”
Atsumu’s entire body felt like it had been lit aflame. How had a simple dare led to a demon licking at his throat? He wanted to drown in the need that was flooding his body. The mixed signals of pain and fear turned to lust and want in his brain. “And my soul?” He asked, the words ending in a moan as the demon’s hand palmed at his crotch. His cock was aching against his sweats.
“Not nearly as desirable as the blood and body of a virgin.” The grip on Atsumu’s waist released, and the tail slipped back into view as Atsumu finally was pressed into the cold floor tile.
Atsumu gasped as his sweats were ripped and a cold grip encircled his burning cock. “Will I keep it?” He stuttered, eyes rolling back as it began to work him.
“Yes. I will take your body as payment.” The demon’s eyes flashed up at Atsumu, its left hand working the cock between them. Atsumu’s hands released their grip on the demon to cover his face. The gaze was too much as his body arched from the floor.
“And I’ll live through this?”
The demon’s grip on Atsumu’s cock turned punishing. “If you do not irritate me further, then yes.”
The confirmation was the last thing holding Atsumu at bay. He’d survive. No matter what this demon did to him, he’d live to play volleyball again. “Oh thank god.” His back bridged completely off the floor, pulsing at the feeling of the demon’s grip on his cock. His mind was a mess.
His body was burning.
He was so close.
The pressure disappeared.
Atsumu cried out in despair.
“Do not say that name here.” The demon hissed, eyes burning red as it pinned Atsumu by his throat to the floor.
“I’m sorry.” Atsumu gurgled. The demon’s tail lashed, wrapping around Atsumu’s cock in a vice. Atsumu’s eyes squeezed shut with a moan.
“If you must speak a name, speak the one of it doing these things to you.” Atsumu nodded desperately against the grip on his throat. His body trembled at the burn of his almost climax. He’d been so close. Now he throbbed. “Say, Sakusa.” The demon hissed, folding close to Atsumu’s ear.
Spots danced in Atsumu’s eyes. His lips trembled. “Sa-ku-sa” He choked out.
“Good Boy.”
The pressure released.
Atsumu gasped for air.
“Let us begin,” Sakusa said coldly as it pulled away, tail included, from Atsumu’s prone form.
Atsumu turned on his side, curling into the cold tile.
Sakusa clucked its tongue. “None of that.” Atsumu looked up at it from the corner of his eyes. “You want to cum?”
Atsumu’s cheeks flushed. He gave a weak nod. His cock ached between his legs. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been harder. Each touch felt like a first, searing through his veins and leaving him trembling.
“Then you will cum.” Sakusa spoke it so simply, that Atsumu believed it. Sakusa’s wings stretched from its back, sending a rippling wave of power through the bathroom. Shadows stretched from their crevices across the walls, coating the room in a dark, hazy, space. The lights flickered out and all that was left was the red glow of the exit sign. “Stand.”
Atsumu swallowed, uncurling from the floor and slowly rising to his feet. A mist of shadow curled around the base of his feet. The vapours tingled against his skin. He stood before Sakusa, straightening his spine. His eyes caught on the way the red light diffused through the membrane of its bat wings.
Sakusa circled Atsumu slowly. It dragged a claw and its tail as it did. Sakusa Never punctured the skin, but the threat gave Atsumu chills. He was going to be ruined for all other encounters after this. “So responsive.” The words seemed to have been to itself, but they pooled at the base of Atsumu’s spine like warm honey.
Sakusa stopped behind Atsumu. Its hips pressed to the curve of Atsumu’s spine. Long arms reached around, gripping the base of Atsumu’s cock. Atsumu let out a moan, leaning back into the cold of Sakusa’s skin. Its grip was large, wrapping the cock in its entirety. Its clawed index pointed upward, claw dragging to the top of the cock’s head. It circled the hole.
Atsumu whimpered. His eyes squeezed shut. He knew there were a bunch of ways to have sex. He’d seen the pornos, read the mags. None of them prepared them for whatever the fuck a literal demon was going to do to him. Atsumu let out a ragged gasp, as the grip changed, a strong downward motion, a twist up, repeat.
The blaze in his guts exploded. It incarcerated his stomach like a raging fire, lighting his veins from the inside out. He thought he’d come down from the edge. He was there again, walking the knife’s edge. It was too much too soon. Atsumu tried to twist. A frantic need pushing at his instincts. He would not survive this.
Sakusa’s touch was like a brand. It grabbed Atsumu’s hips with its free hand, the tail curling its way around Atsumu’s throat. The hand around Atsumu’s cock moved faster, held tighter. Sakusa’s breath was heavy with excitement in Atsumu’s ear as it curled over his shoulder to watch. Atsumu’s entire body shuddered at the sound. Sakusa’s forked tongue flicked up Atsumu’s cheek. Teeth tugged at Atsumu’s ear.
The next word Sakusa spoke racked through Atsumu’s body in release. “Cum."
Atsumu's cock jumped within Sakusa’s grip. His release sprang upward, coating Atsumu’s chest and leaving him breathless. He sagged into Sakusa unable to hold himself up. His entire body trembled in the aftershocks. Sakusa’s tail loosened but stayed wrapped around his throat. The hand on his cock removed itself, dragging up the filth of sweat and cum that decorated Atsumu’s chest. Atsumu watched through his lashes as Sakusa brought the claw to its mouth and took a taste.
The purr that rumbled from Sakusa’s throat was undeniable. “Delicious.”
The warm pool of honey grew. “Yeah?” Atsumu couldn’t help but be a little cocky. He’d done good.
Red eyes returned to Atsumu’s as a forked tongue continued to clean Sakusa’s claws between them. Atsumu was transfixed. He couldn’t help but reach down his body, collecting more of his cum. He brought his fingers to Sakusa’s mouth. Its tongue flicked out, licking between each finger before pulling the pads into its mouth. Atsumu swallowed at the sight. Skin warmed as he felt the dangerous drag of teeth against his knuckles and the thorough sweep of its tongue. Atsumu watched Sakusa’s red eyes grow brighter.
Oh.
Sakusa’s eyes remained on Atsumu as its tail unwinded itself from around his throat. It dragged itself across Atsumu’s chest, a blade of ice across sweat-slicked skin. Atsumu shivered. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, senses transfixed on every movement. The tail was dangerous, it promised things that made Atsumu’s tongue heavy with want. It teased across the bones of his spine, threatened across the curve of his hip. The tail skimmed the delicate patch of skin that hid behind the base of Atsumu’s cock. Atsumu smothered a keen. His entire body trembled.
Sakusa chucked. Its tail moved further, tracing the curve of Atsumu’s ass, before settling against the delicate skin of his rim. “Round two.” The sharp blade-like edges of the tail had changed, taking on a tapered, round, edge as it pushed its way easily inside.
Atsumu arched with a moan. His hands scrambled backwards to try and grab at the tail. Sakusa stopped him. It trapped both Atsumu’s arms in its right hand, pinning them to the base of Atsumu’s back.
Sakusa clucked his tongue. “None of that.” Its left hand came around, pinned Atsumu’s jaw and tilted his head backward. Sakusa licked up Atsumu’s neck, letting out a hum as its tail pushed in further. It easily located Atsumu’s prostate and proceeded to expand partially.
Atsumu jerked. His body shuddered. A hoarse noise came from his lips. Heat bloomed in his limbs. Sparks of electricity fired from the base of his spine.
“Stay,” Sakusa whispered into the shell of Atsumu’s ear, fangs dragging across the sensitive skin. Sakusa’s grip on Atsumu loosened. It dragged its claws, almost an afterthought, as it came to stand in front of Atsumu. The pressure of its tail pressed against Atsumu’s prostate never shifted.
Atsumu tried to move, to remove his hands from where they’d been pinned. Nothing. His breath stuttered, heart pounding in his chest. What had happened? His eyes shifted wildly as he failed to twist. He met Sakusa’s smug gaze.
“It won’t work.” Sakusa punctuated the words with a firmer press against Atsumu’s prostate. “I have enchanted your body. You will not be able to move till I have had my fill.”
Sakusa stepped closer, its eyes glowing brightly as it caressed Atsumu’s face. It was good at giving the illusion of care. It pushed its right index between the seam of Atsumu’s lips. The claw clicked lightly against the enamel of teeth before settling like a weight on Atsumu’s tongue.
Atsumu's eyes drifted shut. There was something comforting about the weight—the coldness of Sakusa’s claw soothed the heat in his veins. Sakusa stroked at the inside of his mouth, while its tail started a gentle rocking rhythm. Atsumu hummed drunkenly. The feeling left him warm, his spent cock wanting so badly to twitch but not ready to fill. He lost track of time in the feeling. Despite the terror he’d felt at being unable to move, the knowledge that he didn’t have to worry about his body collapsing in need was comforting.
A second claw pushed its way into Atsumu’s mouth. The tail inside him grew larger and longer. Atsumu keened around the fingers in his mouth.
He felt safe.
Soothed.
He wasn’t sure if he’d been sucking on Sakusa’s claws for minutes or hours. Work on his prostate had his whole lower half trembling. The two claws pressed more heavily on Atsumu’s tongue, smothering his moan. The claws then spread, forcing Atsumu’s jaws to open with a delicious pressure before curving upward. They scraped along his palate and teeth as Sakusa drew them out.
Atsumu whined. He opened his eyes dazedly. Sakusa tapped Atsumu’s lips with a smirk. The motion was almost playful before disappearing from view.
A cold heat embraced Atsumu’s cock. He cried out. He wanted so desperately to move his hips back, to fling his head backwards. Instead, he drowned in the all-consuming sensation as Sakusa mouthed at Atsumu’s cock and rocked its tail against his prostate.
Sakusa had taken Atsumu’s spent cock in its entirety, mouthing and sucking on the delicate skin. Atsumu whimpered. The feeling pushed into overstimulation. His body ached. His chest heaved with every breath.
Sakusa looked like the cat who’d caught the cream. It sucked on his cock greedily. It took Atsumu down to the hilt and nuzzled in the cropped hair that nestled there. A gag reflex was not an issue and it swallowed hungerly. Its tail grew more insistent. No longer did it slow rock into Atsumu’s prostate, instead it picked up speed, growing thicker and alien in shape. It worked Atsumu in such a way, that despite the magic holding Atsumu in place, he was trembling.
“Sa-” Atsumu’s voice broke. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He couldn’t cum yet. His cock wasn’t even hard, and yet each swallow of Sakusa’s throat, each pulse across his prostate, had him burning. The pressure had built up and was now near constant. His bones locked. His lungs were in his throat. He gasped as Sakusa’s snake-like tongue wrapped itself around his cock. It pressed and squeezed, while simultaneously lapping. Atsumu began to babble. Despite Atsumu’s disbelief, a burning heat consumed his body.
Atsumu wailed.
Cumming.
Sakusa's lips curved upward. Its mouth grew impossibly wider. It pulled in not only Atsumu’s cock, but the rest of him as well. Sakusa hummed in content.
Atsumu’s entire body shuddered as he cummed again.
“How?” He choked. His vision went spotty.
Sakusa gave no response, its eyes were now closed. It groaned in contentment with each new wave of cum it somehow managed to coax from Atsumu’s body.
Atsumu couldn’t breathe.
“No more.” He whimpered.
He wasn’t going to survive this.
Another weak pulse of his cock.
Ah.
Everything went dark.
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Atsumu came too with a pressure on his tongue before something sweet swallowed down his throat. He opened his eyes groggily.
Red.
Burning Red.
Sakusa pulled back from where it had been hovering directly.
Not a dream.
Atsumu’s fingers twitched. Oh, he could move again. He used his arms to push himself upwards and started at the ground that was several feet below him. Atsumu blinked. He was…hovering?
Claws gripped his jaw and forced Atsumu’s head to turn. Sakusa stared at him. It clicked its tongue. “Still not enough.”
Atsumu frowned. “Not eno—”
He was cut off by Sakusa’s mouth on his. Its forked tongue slipped between his lips. It seemed to unfurl, depositing that sweet taste into Atsumu’s mouth once more. Atsumu couldn’t help but moan. His finger flew up and tangled in Sakusa’s hair.
More.
Atsumu wanted more.
The fact he was not actually on the ground escaped his mind as he rose to his knees. He pulled Sakusa closer. His tongue forced its way towards Sakusa’s mouth, entwined with the snake-like tongue, chasing that addictive sweet. It was like summer days in Hyogo, crispy watermelon to escape the heat. It was soothing, and warming and Atsumu wanted more, more, more.
Sakusa’s claws tensed on his waist. The pinpricks against his skin had Atsumu gasping as he stared at Sakusa's red-smeared lips. “More,” he croaked.
Atsumu was greedy. He had always been. Being a twin and having to share everything had left him with a hunger to consume. To steal anything he could, to claw at the scraps and hoard them as his own. Clothes? He stole it. Food? He devoured it. Volleyball? He breathed it. Anything on the quest for more.
He stared at the red that stained Sakusa’s lips. He wanted to drown in it. He leaned down and licked at it. He didn’t think anything of the razor-sharp teeth that revealed themselves and were stained crimson, Atsumu licked them too. He chased that sweet taste with need. His grip in Sakusa’s hair tightened, his left hand moving to tug a horn. “More.”
Sakusa chuckled. “If I knew you would have reacted like this, I would have given you my blood at the beginning.” Its right claw knotted in Atsumu’s hair, forcing his head back.
Atsumu’s breath stuttered.
Sakusa’s mouth opened and it let drops of its blood drip onto Atsumu’s face. Atsumu’s tongue darted out to try and catch it. “If you are good, I will give you all the blood you want.”
Atsumu’s eyes fixated on the speck of blood in the corner of Sakusa’s mouth. “Please.” He said the words like a prayer. As if Sakusa were some heavenly creature that came to save his soul.
Sakusa’s smiled stretched. “Good Boy.” It whispered before pressing its mouth with Atsumu’s once more. A flood of blood crossed between them from a fresh incision Sakusa had sliced into his inner cheek. Atsumu trembled and moaned.
Atsumu clung to Sakusa like it was a raft in a storm. His tongue lunged for every sip and whimpered around every gulp of blood as it poured into his mouth. His body hummed, like a chord of notes properly tuned. His body felt both heavy and light and the warm pool of honey that had been building in his bones all night spilled into every aspect of his being.
Let him only have this.
Atsumu chased Sakusa’s mouth as it pulled away. It chuckled. “None of that. You will get more soon.” Atsumu glared, eyes focused on the curve of Sakusa's lip. Sakusa merely smirked. “Sit.” It directed, moving Atsumu’s body so he was in an upright position. Almost as if an invisible chair hovered in the air. “Good.” Sakusa stepped behind Atsumu, reaching around him to spread his legs open and took hold of his cock.
Atsumu looked forward and paused.
Oh.
Sakusa had them facing the wall of mirrors in the baths.
Atsumu’s entire body trembled. He was a mess. His skin was raised with little pink lines that crisscrossed the entirety of his body. A bruise had emerged on his neck in the shape of a monstrous hand. His hair was a matted mess of sweat and cum and lines of red caressed the shape of his cheeks. His cock was hard and dripping onto his stomach, a violent shade of red, as if it had been neglected all night.
Atsumu had never looked more debauched.
He’d never felt more beautiful.
“Almost there,” Sakusa whispered with a monstrous grin into Atsumu’s ear.
Atsumu stared transfixed as he watched Sakusa work his cock up and down. The pleasure filled him in waves. Each motion was like the lap of a wave against the shore.
Atsumu’s eyes fluttered.
Sakusa clucked its tongue. “Watch.”
Atsumu forced his eyes open, watching as Sakusa’s free left claw grazed the top of his cock.
Atsumu hissed. His breath stuttered.
He watched in disbelief as Sakusa’s left index claw shimmered and inserted itself into the tip of Atsumu’s cock.
Gone was the sharp edge of the claws that had threatened him all night. Instead, Atsumu's body arched with the blinding pressure as something entered his cock. Atsumu gasped for breath. He tried his hardest to sit still as the claw worked its way deeper and deeper. His lungs were in his throat when Sakusa stopped.
“Breath.” Sakusa commanded.
Atsumu took a shuddering breath. He exhaled slowly, watching as Sakusa dragged the claw outward. Atsumu felt like he was drowning. The sticky feeling in his bones was overwhelming. He felt his soul struggling to stay in his body. He continued to breathe, taking another shaking exhale. This time a pressure coaxed at his rim as he watched the claw sheath itself in his cock once more.
Atsumu’s mouth dropped in a loud moan. His head fell against Sakusa’s shoulder as stars began to dance in his eyes. The forward and back motion continued, thickening the honey in Atsumu’s limbs as it pressed into his prostate from both ends. He laid himself down. He was a soul untethered, floating across a syrup-thick sea.
Sakusa’s pale face drifted into view, he was the moon among a black sky of twinkling stars. Sakusa’s smile was a beautiful red thing. Atsumu watched the demon move, straddling over Atsumu’s body as if it were hovering above. Sakusa grabbed both of Atsumu's hands and pulled them towards it and Atsumu's waist. He blinked, taking in the sight with drunken eyes.
Sakusa’s once sexless body had transformed. Where there had once been smooth pale skin was the pale, pink lips of a sex framed by black scale. It hovered above Atsumu’s cock. Sakusa dragged Atsumu’s hand to its strangely small hips. Its eyes were a glittering red, the brightest they’d been all night, as Sakusa took Atsumu all the way in.
Atsumu arched. His throat ached. He felt like he was speaking but all he could hear was the crashing of waves. He watched as Sakusa lifted itself up, again, and again. The waves grew louder with every fall. The sound was in sync with each rolling movement as Atsumu’s fingers dug into its hips for dear life. Sakusa wings stretch across its back, its right hand raising above Atsumu’s babbling mouth.
Blood dripped.
Atsumu devoured his holy sacrament and began to drown.
The heat consumed him as sweet burning cold lips pressed into his and anointed him, “Good boy.”
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Atsumu awoke to the blaring of his alarm. He groaned, hand smacking the cold ceramic of the bathtub, before finding it with his palm. He turned the alarm off with a groan. He stared at his phone, 7:00 am blinked back at him.
He stared.
And stared.
Before whirling to his feet to take in the room.
The bath was spotless. There was no circle of Epsom salt or collection of items. The entire place was pristine. Cleaner than when he’d come in the night before. Atsumu’s hand trembled. Carefully he got out of the tub where he’d set his futon and inspected the room.
Nothing.
Everything was perfectly in place…except for five items. The ones from the ritual were missing. Atsumu’s heart pounded. He whirled towards the wall of mirrors, touching his body entirely.
Nothing.
No scars. No bruising. His hair seemed less brassy than usual.
He walked closer to the mirror, inspecting his face more thoroughly. His eyes were still the same hazel. He counted all his teeth. However, when he took his tongue out he froze.
On the flat of his tongue as if painted in blood, was the five-star seal. A complex rune sat in the centre. Atsumu touched the tattoo with a finger. A breath caressed his ear. There was no one in the mirror.
“ You asked for more and you shall receive, just ensure your body forever belongs to me.”
Fin.