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“We… we really shouldn’t be doing this- hnm!” Yoshiki’s speech was cut short by Hikaru’s mouth crashing into his.
Not even that could be normal about them, because Hikaru apparently wasn’t in the mood for sweet kisses under the moonlight. He was straight up carnivorous mode, all tongue and teeth, forcing himself into Yoshiki’s mouth, like he just wanted to devour.
Yoshiki gasped against him, chest tightening, heartbeat slamming so violently he thought it might burst through his ribs.
“You keep saying that, but you’re not telling me to stop. Pervert.” Replied Hikaru with that bratty smile on his face, all teeth and so wide you could barely see his eyes if not for the red glow that dyed his retina.
Hikaru started to unbutton Yoshiki's shirt with reverent intention, while Yoshiki just tried to regain some control over himself by looking away. Still, Hikaru knew he would never say no to him.
It was supposed to be just a normal sleepover at Hikaru’s house. They were dining with his whole family a few minutes ago, when they excused themselves to Hikaru’s bedroom to prepare the futons. They had just entered the room when Yoshiki felt himself being tackled roughly onto Hikaru’s own and stranded there. His mama and grandparents were still awake for Christ’s sake, what if they heard? But tonight Hikaru was eager, even more than normal for some fucking reason, so all of Yoshiki’s worries were ignored under the heat.
Once Yoshiki had his shirt completely open, Hikaru wasted no time and started administering wet kisses onto Yoshiki’s chest, licking and biting wherever his mouth landed. Yoshiki’s body trembled, jerking with each new sting.
“Dude, seriously, slow down!” Yoshiki choked out, muffling his own voice by clamping a hand over his mouth while his other hand fumbled helplessly at Hikaru’s hair, trying to push him away. Hikaru's response was biting one of his nipples. Hard. Pain shot through him as Yoshiki’s whole body arched. He could barely swallow his whimpers as he looked down to Hikaru, who was licking the blood that had begun to bead on his pierced skin.
The image alone was enough to make Yoshiki’s heart frantically redirect his blood volume through his body. He could feel the heat ascend from his neck and settle into his face, while another, heavier warmth pooled at his lower abdomen. God, he must look like such a mess. And they haven’t even done anything yet. Hikaru was right, he was an absolute pervert. But even then Yoshiki wasn’t ready to admit it just yet, so he tried to escape the situation by covering his face completely with his arms. If he couldn’t see Hikaru’s eyes, maybe he could pretend none of this was happening.
“Hey, not fair. If I can’t hear you or see your face, then what’s the point?” Hikaru pouted, voice dripping with exaggerated hurt. He grabbed Yoshiki’s wrists to pin them each beside his head, grinning at the stunned, cornered expression he uncovered. Yoshiki’s chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm while sweat started sliding down his temple.
That seemed to soften Hikaru a little bit, as his lips started scattering kisses along his jaw, up to his cheek. Yoshiki’s whimpers trembled free, no matter how hard he tried to bite them back. The contrast was dizzying, Hikaru’s bruising grip on his wrists paired with delicate butterfly kisses. When his lips brushed the mole below Yoshiki’s eye, Hikaru gave it a gentle nibble, humming with satisfaction. Yoshiki, embarrassed with the gesture, squeezed his eyes shut so tight he saw sparks.
Hikaru distanced himself just a few centimeters so he could see Yoshiki's face, all tensed up and full of sweat. Adorable.
“C’mooon, look at me. Don’t make me get lonely over here…” Hikaru said with a saccharine tone, but proceeded to drag his tongue against Yoshiki’s face, from the corner of his mouth to his closed eyelid.
Yoshiki’s eyes flew open, outrage flashing, just in time for Hikaru to catch his mouth again. Hikaru started sucking on his tongue and pressing the roof of his mouth with his own, creating a mix of saliva that started dripping down Yoshiki’s jaw. Hikaru just separated himself from Yoshiki when he started struggling, looking for oxygen.
“Y-you… asshole…” Yoshiki panted between trembling, damp gasps. His heart trashed in his chest so fast it hurt.
Meanwhile Hikaru just had the most radiant smile, cruel in his joy.
“What? Too much for you? Am I bullying the desperate?”
“I’m not… desperate.” Yoshiki muttered while his body betrayed him, hips twitching and crimson face.
“Perfect! That means you can help me with this- ” Hikaru maneuvered Yoshiki’s wrists, forcing them to the buttons of Hikaru’s shirt, while his own fingers slid to Yoshiki’s waistband. ”And I can help you with that.”
Yoshiki tried to glare, to put a little authority in his eyes, but started to unbutton the other’s shirt anyway. As he advanced in his task at hand, Hikaru took off Yoshiki's belt and continued to unbutton and unzip his pants.
“Lift your hips for me. Yeah, I need these off.” Said Hikaru, like it was a reasonable request to make to your best friend. And Yoshiki, of fucking course, obliged without a second thought, like it was automatic for him. As soon as he raised his hips, his groin met Hikaru’s hand, who had been waiting just a little up in the trajectory of his movement to give him a hard squeeze through the thin fabric of his underwear. Yoshiki had to bite the nearest thing to his mouth, in this case Hikaru’s collarbone, just to stop the groan that almost escaped him.
Hikaru found it absolutely hilarious and his little drowned cackles started to echo across the room. All the while Yoshiki just wanted to cry from the anger and humiliation he was going through. Hell, he may have even shed a few tears, but at least returned the favor by biting even harder. The metallic taste of blood in his mouth could be considered a little victory, even if Hikaru didn’t seem to notice or care.
“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Yoshiki managed to say as he was finally able to take Hikaru’s shirt off, throwing it away not caring where it fell. His pants and underwear probably suffered some similar fate by Hikaru’s hand, considering Yoshiki was now completely naked. Hikaru got up just enough to take off his own, finally giving Yoshiki some space to breathe. But Hikaru’s gaze was still on him at all times, intense.
Suddenly, the relaxed atmosphere disappeared, being replaced by something much heavier as Hikaru’s eyes turned that unnatural red glow. Yoshiki could just watch as Hikaru roughly grabbed his knees and separated them, leaving him completely exposed. Hikaru settled between them before covering Yoshiki with his own body again, making him feel like an insect under the light while being pinned for the sole purpose of exposition. Yoshiki’s stomach turned into a knot as he realized Hikaru was going to do so much more than just watch.
Now with Yoshiki pinned under him with nowhere to escape, Hikaru let himself open the hole in his chest. His left eye slowly distorting, but not quite exploding yet. For a heartbeat, time froze. Yoshiki thought if he blinked long enough, Hikaru would vanish and he’d wake up from a nightmare in his own bed. But that just wasn’t reality.
“W-wait... what do you…” Yoshiki knew it was kinda late to put a stop to this, even if it scared him shitless. It wasn’t the first time something like this happened between them both, and it probably would be far from the last. He liked to tell himself he had a problem with it.
Hikaru’s insides started to come out of his chest, just gently caressing Yoshiki’s abdomen and thorax, curling upon his nipples and exploring all the bite marks he had already left there. All the attention his body was receiving inevitably made a few moans escape him.
In the absolute privacy of his own head, Yoshiki had already admitted to himself that the role of prey suited him perfectly. But not even this suicidal ideation could beat up his pride, who wasn’t going to let him go without putting up a fight.
“Waitwaitwait… your mama’s still in the kitchen- ” Yoshiki started to whisper desperately, voice cracking as Hikaru’s face slowly came closer. “We really shouldn’t-”
Good thing Hikaru knew better than to listen to him.
Hikaru silenced him with the first sweet, loving kiss of the night. All just meaty lips, with a gentle stroke on his face that made Yoshiki’s heart beat out of his chest. Yohiki was so fucking tempted to yield just now, as pathetic as that was. But seeing the creature upon him was scary. He honestly didn’t know what scared him the most in the end, the monster or the... filthy feelings and desire that lighted up inside him. So he tried one last time to escape.
“Hikaru, I’m serious, we gotta stop-” and that's when, starting from his eye, Hikaru’s entire face distorted. That beautiful yet terrifying mass of blues and reds and black extended to Yoshiki’s body, immediately entering his mouth while it crawled through the rest of his skin, expanding.
It tasted like liquor-filled chocolates, equal parts sweet and strongly alcoholic. Addictive once you get used to it. The tendrils started to fill up his mouth, effectively gagging him while exploring every corner of the cavity. They used his throat to go up into his nose, making it painful to breath and putting immense pressure in his skull.
Now Yoshiki was straight up crying while his body convulsed. And, God forgive him, he was so hard.
The rest of the insides coming out of Hikaru’s chest had been reaching other parts of his body. They had already pinned his arms and crushed against his ribs, while the ones that reached his crotch had already engulfed his erection. Some of them were even boldly teasing and rimming his entrance.
Yoshiki hips jerked, not sure if trying to escape or lean into the invasion of his body. Hikaru responded to his struggles by reaching inside him, looking for that sweet spot to press. The mass was slick and insistent, making him want to scream. But it was useless, as the tendrils in his mouth continued to advance, resting comfortably in his throat and shushing any sound that threatened to come out. The intrusion wasn't painful per se, but his walls still clenched around the foreign pressure, trying to reject it. His nails curled into his palms, his wrists straining against Hikaru’s unyielding grip.
A tendril that stroked deep enough finally found Yoshiki’s prostate, making his thighs quiver and toes curl against the sheets. He could feel how every muscle in his body writhed.
“It's fine, Yoshiki. Just let go, I’ll take care of everything." Hikaru whispered lovingly in his… ear? Or was it just a kind of osmosis they had established that put the words right into his head?
Not like it mattered, he didn’t have a choice either way. And… he didn’t want a choice. He wanted this. It terrified him how much he wanted this, how much he wanted Hikaru. The boy, the monster, the damnation, everything. He was already lost, so he let go of all traces of resistance, giving himself absolutely to the entity.
Hikaru could take away his soul for all he cared, it was promised to him anyway.
The pressure built pretty fast after that, being attacked and violated from so many fronts. His orgasm hit suddenly and brutally, his body clenching and spilling with no control. For a moment, he thought his own chest was about to burst open.
But Hikaru didn’t stop. The tendrils kept moving, pressing and stroking as tears streamed down his face. He was being dragged through waves of overstimulation that bordered on torture.
Please- enough. NomorenomorenomoremoremoreMOREdontyoudarestop-
Yoshiki half choked as his head thrashed side to side. His legs shook violently, muscles spasming as Hikaru pushed deeper. He tried to fight, to claw, to bite, or occupy any part of his body to defend himself. But Hikaru wasn’t having it.
Hikaru pressed further into the base of his skull, and snapped something. Disconnecting all motor function that was left, his body just went slack, nerves short circuiting.
“Shhh, almost there. Just a little more. That’s all I need.” The bastard purred, all sweet, while Yoshiki was an absolute ragdoll, ruined in every possible way, and he just… could not stop loving it.
Yoshiki’s voice was gone, replaced with wet gaps and muffled cries, drool spilling past his lips. Every trust against his prostate made his vision go white, his heart pounding so loud in his ears it drowned everything else. His mind screamed as his body melted way beyond him.
After what felt like an eternity, Hikaru finally started to retreat his tendrils into himself, closing the gap on his chest and restoring his human features. The pressure lifted, his lungs burned as air rushed back in, his ribs expanding in greedy gulps. What a foreign sensation, breathing freely again.
The world tilted, spinning wildly, but Hikaru’s hands steadied him. Yoshiki was absolutely wasted, covered in tears, sweat, spit and cum. His skin marked everywhere the monster had touched.
Gentle lips brushed his forehead. His cheeks. His jaw. Kisses soft enough to hurt after all that brutality. Between each one, Hikaru whispered “thank you’s” as though Yoshiki had given him the world.
Yoshiki could barely crack his swollen eyes open, and he still couldn’t focus on the image they were supposed to give. His tongue was too heavy and numb in his mouth to even think of talking. He still tried, but ended up just mumbling nonsense that made drool fall out his mouth.
“I love you, too.” Hikaru said, smiling against his temple.
Yoshiki’s chest clenched painfully. Was the connection with his brain still present? Or was it that their mixing had gone so far that Hikaru could just read him like that. Yoshiki honestly didn’t know. Didn’t care.
Blankets wrapped around him, warm and heavy. Hikaru pulled him close, spooning him, kissing the back of his neck with soft pecks.
Yoshiki trembled one last time as Hikaru put his hand over his eyes, urging him to rest.
Fuck, he really didn’t have any boundaries with this monster. He could teach the little devil a thing or two about human autonomy. But that's tomorrow's task.
Today, he lets himself be devoured and put to sleep.