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“… I’m breaking your spine, each part after another cracks loudly… each bone is screaming and begging for mercy as I’m strangling you, holding your bruised neck, yanking you back and forth like a doll…”
Silent steps.
“More.”
“I can butcher you with a single finger, not even blinking an eye, thrusting my hand deep in your stomach, playing around with your guts and bathing in your blood.”
There is a maniacal, characteristic laugh with a hint of interest, excitement.
“I can rip your heart off while it’s still beating, force it into your mouth so you could feel how it slowly stops beating and choke you with it---“
Then he was stopped mid-sentence with a forceful kiss.
The older man couldn’t resist anymore. Nothing excited him more than this barbarian, this monster spitting these vulgar words from his mouth. It was like a spell, sexual incantation which never failed.
He knew very well that everything what was said could happen in reality any moment. This was the very magic of these words. Their probability. This turned him on to no end and caused him to lose all of that control he was known of.
“Shinsuke, I thought you had no time…”
“Shut up” he growled and grabbed another’s jaw so forcefully that if it was anyone else he was holding, he would seriously wound him. A smile of triumph – so different than other of his smiles – showed up on the young barbarian’s face. He kissed him once more, violently crashing their lips, teeth cutting the skin, blood mixed with saliva from their tongues.
One-eyed samurai was able to unleash his true self around him, there was a lot of reasons for it… One of them was the Yato was able to withstand a lot more he could imagine, but for sure it wasn’t the only reason. He simply adored playing with fire, provoking the monster inside of the redhead. The monster he truly was. This made the two of them a really well paired couple. The kid was never too patient. All it took was a couple of minutes to wake up the demon. He sometimes forgot himself and unintentionally broke an arm or a leg, punched a hole in the wall from ecstasy. One time, he broke three of his ribs when he was coming. Shinsuke had to heal for three weeks after that sex. Each minute was worth it.
“I’m going to break you again…” you could hear a hint of mockery in the brat’s tone.
“You were supposed to shut up” the samurai growled even louder, and in response he heard only a throaty, amused chuckle.
“You’re so cruel, Shinsuke.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Harsh, commanding tone was to the Yato’s liking, so he decided to listen and started to unbutton his changshan.
The older man pushed him forcefully on the wall with a loud thump, the younger one only licked his lips and dropped his upper garment on the floor. This is what he liked the kid so much for.
And the play has begun.
He grabbed his katana and put it swiftly to the redhead’s throat, its edge leaving a delicate line on his snow white skin, leaving bloody marks.
“And now, you will be a good boy.”
The kid didn’t budge, his smile only widened. Shinsuke felt how this is making him hard.
Yes, this was it; this feeling. He wanted to control the beast, even for a moment.
He grabbed the redhead’s crotch through his white pants in a possessive manner. He was even harder than himself. And big. Yato’s are big.
“You were told to undress.” he growled.
The redhead slowly started undressing his white pants, never breaking eye contact. He lowered himself a bit while doing it, so he could lick the edge of katana still looking deep into his eyes.
“Completely,” the dark haired samurai’s voice almost cracked from all of the sexual tension.
The kid was silent, and obeyed him, which was the most important. Of course he knew he’s doing it because he wants it himself, but this didn’t spoil his fun at all. In fact, the thought that the beast itself wants to obey him turned him on the most.
When the Yato’s underwear fell down, he lowered his katana from the redhead’s throat to his crotch and bit down on the nape of his neck, forcefully and cruelly, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of his meat. He knew that the kid needs strong stimuli. And Shinsuke himself loved destroying.
He abused him like this for a while, from time to time teasing his dick with the blade of his katana, while the young one just stood there, not making any move, he felt only his shivering. When he felt the redhead holding his shoulders, it was a light touch, but even despite that he had a hunch he could crush his bones. The Yato was still trying to control himself. Samurai detached himself from the snow white skin of his nape to admire his masterpiece. On every other person this would leave an enormous wound and a scar for the rest of his life, but on him he couldn’t even appreciate his own art for too long, he had to enjoy it to the fullest right now, because soon it will all heal up, and leave no trace.
He loved this sight - bruised teeth marks, the red of blood on white skin. Mesmerizing contrast, like drops of blood on fresh snow.
Even if it lasts only for a moment, this is very meaningful to the older man. It was that ephemeral beauty of evanescence only he could understand. He, an earthling samurai from a country of Japan, where fleetingness is especially appreciated in a form of viewing cherry blossoms blooming for only a couple of days and then falling down. And exactly like cherry blossoms falling down and dying, his bloody art piece on this Yato’s skin will perish. He only lacked one last thing for absolute perfection…
“Release your hair” he commanded, this time whispering into his ear with a voice clouded by arousal.
When the younger one started to untangle his braid, the older one moved his katana away swiftly, not forgetting to delicately scratch the blade along the skin of his cock. The redhead’s whole body shuddered at this and from his mouth escaped a deep sigh. For a second he stopped what he was doing.
“What did I say” growled the samurai with a hoarse voice and presented him with a hard spank, or rather a blow, since it wasn’t a usual spank. He got a second sigh from him, and the teen returned to his previous ministrations while biting down hard on his lip. The impatient Yato started to rub himself against him, showing how turned on he was.
Shinsuke corrected his hair when he let it flow down with great care, so it was sprawled over his back, shoulders and torso, framed his face and cheeks. His unruly hair antenna was proudly standing up just like his dick right now. This is how he liked him best. Raw.
“Move, Shinsuke…” Yato growled, losing control over himself. This turned the samurai on so much. Just like waving a piece of meat in front of a lion with a very rusty chain. Deliciously dangerous. He loved making it last.
“I told you to shut up” he started to lower himself to his bleeding penis with a sinister smile. The view caused a tiny shiver somewhere deep in him, maybe because he himself would never want his penis bleeding, but a Yato is a Yato. They’re… different. He moved his tongue along the cut and felt the body next to him shivering all over. Like he’s starting to lose his balance. He saw him quickly holding to a metal bar of a wall lamp, conveniently close. Next he saw the bar bending like a Play-Doh in his fist. The samurai looked on his face – it was beautiful, terrifying. Showed all of his madness. He knew that if the kid held him now, he would seriously hurt him. This thought made him touch himself while tasting the redhead’s bloody penis and still looking carefully on that feral face. The face of deep, wild delirium. He tried to swallow him whole and then heard the sound of metal cracking. The lamp fell down on the floor and crashed. Then, he felt pain in his shoulder.
So the monster has awakened.
The sharp pain from his shoulder was caused by the kid roughly pushing him away from his dick. Simple gesture, but Shinsuke was sure it hurt his bone. He didn’t know yet if it was broken or just sore, but he didn’t care. It was time to enjoy the main course.
Yato crashed him on the table, probably wanting to just place him there, but failing because of his uncontrolled strength. The table was destroyed and samurai was lying on the floor and broken table parts. He didn’t even have time to look at him – he was already being devoured by the wild animal. He felt pain of all kinds – stinging, burning, pulsating, spreading like rays on his whole body. Adding up to one of a kind feeling of arousal.
“Bastard… you know I… I prefer to be on top…” samurai snarled, but now without this force he used to have a couple of seconds before. This was their usual agreement, because Kamui healed very fast. Shinsuke got hurt one way or another, even while being on top, but bottoming made him heal even for several weeks. The redhead didn’t need any preparation, he could handle the worst treatment and on the next day was like new. So the dark-haired one topping was the most convenient.
But sometimes it was different.
“ Well. The joke’s on you,” screeched a beast, this cute little nincompoop. The older samurai growled out of frustration. But deep inside, this is what he truly wanted. For the beast to break out of his chains. The kid becoming more unpredictable… was only a next turn-on.
The beast has fed on him like he was a piece of meat, the light kimono practically non-existent now. Everywhere the skin met his mouth was left in a state of bloody bite marks and open wounds, like he really wanted to eat him alive. Shinsuke felt like his body is on fire, he couldn’t differentiate between pain and pleasure anymore. Wouldn’t he rip that nipple off someday? He felt it was possible. But despite it all, when he saw the madness in his partner's eyes and the blood dripping from his mouth, he raised himself on his elbows and pressed his lips against his once more. He bit, pulled, tore at his hair, all to vent his pain on him, although he knew that for the other it was like gentle caresses. He felt the redhead’s hand on his member, strong and fast movements as if he wanted to rip it off. He didn't even know when in all this writhing he lost his eye bandage and when he got completely naked, he simply lost himself.
Among the growls, sighs and moans of both, you could also hear the chaotic sounds of broken wood, which was hanging around here and there. The smell of blood and sweat was overwhelming. Like pheromones.
Now that the beast had taken control, there was no time for any delay; after the last bite into the black-haired man's inner thigh, he entered him, without any warning or preparation. Shinsuke hadn't felt this in a long time, although it was not unfamiliar to him. He howled loudly like a wolf wounded by a poacher. He felt his whole body paralyzed, which sent shivers of excitement through him and he began to pull his partner's hair. The young one was as big as any Yato and he entered all the way, without waiting for anything he began to move, the blood was helping the movements. He breathed unevenly and let out sighs alternating with blissful moans of pleasure, to which Shinsuke responded with his own sighs and growls. They never said anything to each other during sex, the only form of communication was sounds and gestures. Any ordinary person would have been unable to endure something even remotely close to this, let alone derive pleasure from it.
But they both were far from ordinary people.
He felt the redhead squeeze his hips with such force he could crush his pelvic bones. It will leave bruises for weeks. Despite all this, the black-haired man still willingly leaned in to kiss him.
Their sounds only died down when they connected their lips, when Shinsuke felt that he was close he dug his nails hard and deep into the young man's back, giving him a sign. One of their many ways to communicate without words in moments like this. He immediately felt the change in pace from his partner, to slower and lazier. It drove him crazy. He started to kick in rage and almost screamed in frustration.
“You little son of a bitch.”
All he heard was a hoarse chuckle and the pace returned to fast, violent and chaotic.
Shinsuke arched his back and came with a loud growl, the muscles inside him contracted in spasm and almost paralyzed the redhead. He felt dizzy and came inside him, a few last strong thrusts to let everything out.
The black-haired man felt like he was dead, after the paralyzing pleasure everything suddenly went to back to him and he started to feel all the wounds on his body, including the horrible stinging in his ass. The brat hadn't even come out of him yet...
While he himself wanted to just lay there for the next few days, the redhead took a few deep breaths and caught him, limp like a rag doll, and raised him up.
“What are you doing... idiot...”
The Yato positioned him so that now he was lying down and the black-haired man was on top. When he stopped holding him, the samurai gently lowered himself onto him to lie down, tired.
“No, no, Shinsuke, no sleeping” he laughed stupidly and moved his hips slightly to give him incentive.
“Bastard…”
“Don't tell me you've had enough, old man...” he grabbed his hips again and started moving. He gave him an encouraging kiss on the forehead.
Right, the young one had endless energy. Maybe he'd finally get tired after the fifth time...
Shinsuke used all his willpower to move his battered body up. Despite everything, the heat began to accumulate in him again. He knew it would be worth it. He rested his hands on the redhead's chest to keep himself up. He saw the brat smiling, with his head resting on one hand and lying there casually, like lounging on a beach. He felt his other hand spank him.
He slowly began to move again.
"You samurai are truly amazing," sighing, full of admiration, Kamui raised himself on his elbows and began to lick the black-haired man's cum from his stomach, kissing his chest. Kissing, not biting or tugging. For Shinsuke, the feeling of his delicate lips in such a subtle gesture was almost like something alien. He grabbed his hardening penis in a strong grip, contrasting with the delicacy of the kisses. All of this made him start to move with increasing speed.
Whenever he thought he couldn't do it anymore, the kid proved to him otherwise.
He was sure of one thing. It was going to be a very long night.
***
Three hours later, in a dark room among scattered and broken, often destroyed objects of all kinds, two bodies lay next to each other. One of a snow-white complexion, the other multi-colored. From red to purple, you could find a whole rainbow on the skin of the black-haired man. He didn't move, his breathing was shallow, uneven, you could even mistake him for being unconscious or dead if you didn't notice these small signs of life.
The white body turned and raised his head with his red shock of hair. He stretched briskly a few times and stood up, jumping a little. Somewhere nearby was his samurai's purple kimono, he picked it up and put it on carelessly. This was one of the advantages of their clothes, so easy to put on and take off.
“Shinsuke, I'm hungry. When's breakfast?”
Silence. No response. He poked him with his finger a few times.
“Oh my, did I overdo it?”
He crouched down and looked at the man lying motionless, smiling affectionately. Only with him he could do that. He's special.
He didn't hear an answer, but his samurai’s response was a slight, almost imperceptible upward movement of the corners of his mouth. That was enough.
Kamui would do something for him, even carry him to bed or something like that, but he knows Shinsuke hates it when anyone feels sorry for him. For him, it's the worst insult. That's why the young man respects it. He'll get up on his own, like he always does.
All he did was brush away the hair that was stuck to his eyes and stood up, leaving the room.
***
Shinsuke got up from the floor in his own time, slightly dragging his foot and hissing grumpily as he took steps. He looked for his kimono.
Right… the brat took it when he left.
“That little son of a bitch...” he cursed under his breath, seeing only his ridiculous outfit lying somewhere by the wall. He wouldn't wear it, of course. He looked around and wrapped a torn curtain around himself, hissing in pain as he bent down. He must have broken a rib, he just didn't know which one yet.
He went to his room to heal in peace, on his own; he didn't need anyone's help and despised any mercy. He knew how to lick his wounds in solitude, like a wild cat, whose soul he clearly inherited. Laying down on the bed sideways, he sighed and started doing what he liked to do most when he was healing from the wounds of their crazy antics. Planning revenge.
***
The redhead hadn't visited him all week because he knew perfectly well that the older man liked being left alone when he was resting; Shinsuke always came out on his own when he felt better. And the fatal mistake of visiting him and disturbing him in his alone time was usually made by that not very intelligent pink blonde, who was so obviously in love with him. If the redhead had any sense of compassion, maybe he would even feel a little sorry for her. But he didn't.
It was already the eighth day when Shinsuke finally went out to the people. He came for dinner as if nothing had happened, silently and not paying attention to anyone. He came in just when the redhead was devouring the fiftieth plate, he didn't have to wait long for Matako to explode in hysteria at the sight of him, he ignored her like literally everyone in the room. He sat down, looked at the redhead's standing hair antenna sticking out from behind the mountains of empty plates. He smiled almost imperceptibly, yet maniacally. The corners of his mouth barely twitched, but his gaze... His gaze was permeated with dark, terrifying energy. He aimed it straight at his target.
He noticed that at the very moment when he was thinking particularly vividly about his revenge, the antenna above the plates twitched slightly. But he could no longer see the face of the redhead, hidden behind the plates, who put a bowl away from his mouth and bared his teeth in a wide, psychotic smile. As if he sensed his intentions.
And he just couldn't wait.
***
Shinsuke felt better, and as a result, he inevitably felt the need to change that.
Contrary to his appearances, he was a deeply spiritual and philosophical man, he valued the cycle of constant destruction and rebirth in his life, a closed circle, which was perfectly reflected in his sexual life. Immediately when his strength returned he felt the need to destroy again, since morning he was already very excited, especially when he saw the red antenna above the plates which reminded him of their last encounter. But he was a master at hiding his desires and possessed an iron will; he never showed how much he wanted this stupid, impudent, wild red-haired son of a bitch. He also loved to play with his adolescent hormones. As if it wasn't enough that he was Yato, he was still a sexually insatiable teenager, which made him the perfect partner for someone like Shinsuke.
The black-haired samurai stood alone in a spacious room with a large window onto the endless galaxy they were currently traversing. He stared with an empty green eye into space, and in his head he had only images from the previous night. Red of blood intermixing with the red of his hair, which danced in the air from the quick movements up and down, pure manic orgasmic madness on his face. Bared white teeth with a hint of red here and there, from the blood that dripped from his completely mangled lips.
When the silence was broken by the sound of the door opening, his thoughts were interrupted. He knew who had entered. He was waiting for him.
He didn't say anything. He only heard footsteps, slowly approaching him until the Yato finally stood next to him, looking through the large glass at the vastness of space. Shinsuke didn't pay him any attention even for a moment, he was still staring at the same place.
They were silent for a good long while, listening to each other's breathing, which was titillating in its own peculiar way.
“So,” the redhead began, in a strangely calm and serious voice. “Are we fucking?”
“No.” the black-haired one mumbled. It's not like he didn't want to, oh no. Of course he did. But he liked to tease.
“Too bad.” he mumbled in an almost indifferent tone.
A moment later he spoke again, as if he was playing a guessing game.
“Would you suck me off?”
“No.” he replied, this time barely stifling a laugh. It even amused him. But he wanted to keep teasing.
“Hmm.” he made a sound as if he was thinking. They both continued to stare into space. Another few minutes of silence.
“Want me to blow you?” the redhead finally purred, in a completely different tone. He was no longer indifferent. His voice was low. It sounded sexy. Tempting.
“So desperate.” the samurai snorted, it was getting harder and harder for him to act as indifferent and irritated as he usually was.
“So you want it.” the redhead clicked his tongue at this. “All take but no give, typical Shin-chan.”
“Don't call me that, brat.” the older grumbled. He heard Yato's amused laughter in response and felt his body getting closer to him.
“Make me.” he rasped right into his ear. He felt the hot gust of Yato's breath.
Shinsuke didn't move, although the aggression in him was growing by the minute, all the desire for revenge for the previous time had accumulated and it was getting harder and harder for him to keep it in check. Today it was the other way around, today the redhead was provoking the beast inside him. He didn't like being provoked, it caused an even greater anger in him. If he wasn't a master of self-control, his chains would’ve snapped long ago. That's why now, despite the fact that he wanted to tear the brat apart with rage, his lip barely moved. But the young man caught it.
“Oh yes. Imagine. My lips, bathed in blood, painting your dick red.” he whispered it so that his lips touched his ears, as if he somehow magically knew what the other man was thinking before he came here.
So it has started – the samurai thought. He loved it when the brat did his brutal dirty talk. At some point, the redhead stood on his tiptoes and fell onto his shoulder.
“Go ahead. Choke me with your cock.” he growled, biting his ear, he knew exactly what the samurai wanted to do to him and he was rudely taking advantage of it.
“I guess that's the only way to make you shut up.” the black-haired man answered him with the same growl, he was on the last thin thread of self-control. A small drop of sweat appeared on his temple. He felt the redhead get off his tiptoes and move a little to stand behind him now.
"Takasugi Shinsuke," he hissed slowly like a snake, blowing hot air into his ear from his mouth after prolonging the "eh" sound. Doing so, he glued himself to the other’s back. The samurai felt Yato's erection pressed against his ass. Wild need boiled inside him yet again and the last thin thread of self-control finally snapped.
“We are meant to traverse the depths of hell together, aren’t we?”