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None of his training for Public Safety could have prepared him for how insatiable they would be.
Denji and Power were starved for it. He couldn't find a moment to himself. Whether he was in the bathtub and Denji burst through the door, or taking a piss and Power slithered up behind him to wrap her fingers around his cock. Denji often did the same, only he would sink to his knees and tell Aki to use his mouth instead of the toilet.
He had a thing for degradation. Aki didn't ask.
They exhausted him. Drained his balls dry. No amount of verbal denial, shouting or swatting away Power's dirty hands could keep them at bay. The two of them acted like they were in heat, and it only made things worse that they didn't like to share.
"Hayakawa-senpai."
"Hayakawa-senpaiiiii."
His eye twitched. After the way his assignment had gone that day, he wasn't in the mood. Civilians had lost their lives, and the cleanup would take months. All he could think about was the faces in the rubble of the building; the forever open mouths of the dead and the dying.
"Haya-pai!"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "What."
Power was writhing around on the floor. She had just finished her dinner, minus everything green on the plate, and now she was on her stomach, pointing her ass at him like a horny cat.
"No," he said flatly.
Denji sipped his soda and at least knew to look coy. But Aki would have felt his erection if he went over there; he could see it starting to tent in Denji's pants, even from a distance.
"I think she wants sex," Denji said.
"Give it to her then," Aki answered. He didn't care if they wanted to do it with each other, but Denji, for some reason, liked to be given permission.
He reached for the fiend. "Powy—"
"No!"
Aki sighed. It was going to be one of those nights that Power was such a fucking brat she wouldn't take no for an answer.
He stood up, collecting the remaining dishes to bring to the sink. All the while, Power whined and tried to look seductive. It was working on Denji, but Aki was tired.
Slowly, Denji attempted to mount her. He had moved behind her, on his knees, and was reaching for her hips to drag her small ass back and probably dry hump her into submission. But there was no way she'd ever get off on that. Her panties were already soaked between her legs, dark and wet. Her pinkish blonde pubic hair poked through the elastic when she spread her legs. She needed something that would wear her out and make her cum more than once.
Aki had a plan. He left the dishes soaking in the sink and went off to his bedroom. When he returned, Denji was bent over Power with his hands around her tits while she moaned like she'd learned how to do it from hentai—she probably did.
"Off," Aki said, and Denji knew to obey, even if he was reluctant. His cheeks were ruddy, eyes glassy. He was speechless, the way he often was when all his blood went to his cock, and he couldn't think.
"What's that?" he asked.
In Aki's hand was a recently purchased 'personal massager' he had been, admittedly, looking forward to using. It would take a lot of work off his hands (and his mouth) if he could get Power off with it.
"Sit," he told her, and she knew exactly what he meant. He sat on the floor in the living room for her to get in his lap, her back against his chest, and her legs parted invitingly. She cheered when he cupped her sex with one hand, his breath against the back of her neck. "Denji, plug this in."
Denji was curious. He'd probably never seen a massage device before. "O-okay," he said, hurrying to take the cord and bring it to the nearest outlet.
Aki was rubbing Power over the ruined cotton of her underwear. She'd already destroyed dozens of pairs. Bleaching them with her discharge, or tearing them, or bleeding on them, because she refused to use hygiene products when she had her period.
She was filthy; more devil than human. Caring for her was like caring for a pet, though it was far easier to look after the cat. The cat didn't punch him in the face when it got excited.
"I'm going to give you what you want, and then you're going to leave me alone," Aki stated.
"But—"
"I mean it. I don't want to see or hear either of you two until tomorrow morning."
She nodded, rocking her hips up to meet his fingers as he circled her clit.
Denji had his hand in his pants and was watching them quietly. When Aki targeted Power's clit, his nostrils flared.
With things under control, Aki exhaled against Power's nape, feeling her soft strawberry hair against his nose, parted to reveal her skin. His plan was working. Both of them were paying attention, and hopefully, they'd both be out for the count when he was done. "Did you shower?"
Power went stiff. Her legs closed, clamping his arm between them like a vice.
"Did you shower?" he repeated with a pinch. She yelped and shook her head, so he turned his attention to Denji, whose face changed the moment Aki made eye contact. He loved the attention, but always acted like he couldn't believe he had it, didn't know what to do with it. Performance anxiety, Aki guessed.
"She didn't," he answered, swallowing hard. His hand stilled when Aki's did. Denji was a literal killing machine, but he was so unbelievably malleable when he was like this. Aki wondered if it would be any different if he pulled the cord in his chest. If he would be like the rest of the devils and simply take what he wanted instead.
Denji moaned, like he could read Aki's mind and knew what he was thinking.
"Then I'm not putting my mouth on you. You can have this." Aki reached for the magic wand and turned it on with the press of a button. Power bristled at the loud buzzing sound. "It'll feel good," he promised, and pressed it to her cunt.
Power shrieked. She flailed and grabbed him hard. Sharp, jagged nails dug into his leg and his arm. He'd not even turned it all the way up yet, and she was trembling. Her thighs shook, opened and closed. She threw her head back against his chest, unsure whether to beg for more or plead for him to stop it.
"Senpai!" Denji choked.
"It's not hurting her." Aki brought the vibrating end of the wand up, so it met Power's clit. She still had her panties on, and that was about as much mercy as he was willing to offer. She suddenly convulsed and came shaking in his lap, her ass pressed to his erection in a way that made him want to slip his sweats down and sit her on it.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. She'd never cum so hard, or so fast, her back bowed and legs kicking, the loud motorized buzzing sound filling the room with her gasps and wanton cries.
He couldn't resist touching her. It was something about her smell and the small softness of her body. So he pulled her panties aside with his free hand and pushed two fingers into her cunt without warning. They went in easily. She was still clenching, riding the waves of her orgasm. Aki fingered her slowly while keeping the vibrations against her clit, and the first orgasm rolled right into another one.
"So tight when you cum."
This time she wet herself. Spilled all over the floor. Aki would have to make Denji clean it up after. He would like that, would sleep better through the night after being useful.
Aki's fingers made a gushing sound as he fucked them into Power. Harder, faster, the way he would have with his dick.
"Denji."
The boy crawled over on his knees. Aki's fingers were still pumping inside of Power; now he'd added three. He turned his head away from her, and Denji knew what he wanted, moving closer until they were face to face, and Aki could kiss his chapped lips.
"Touch her," he said, barely breaking the kiss, lips brushing Denji's as he mumbled the words. Power writhed against him as Denji cupped her tit in one hand, squeezed and played with it because that's all he knew how to do, play with a woman's body like a kid with a toy.
Soon, Denji's fingers found the spot where Aki was forced inside her. He withdrew and let Denji put his in their place. They were smaller, but Denji was quick with them, and Aki knew from the handjobs Denji gave him occasionally how they felt against sensitive flesh.
"Harder," he said, turning the vibrator up and kissing Denji again just as Power started to fight it. It was too much, Denji's devilish fingers and the intense vibration that reached her core.
"Stop!" Power cried. "H-how dare you! Ngh— no! I won't— You can't make me!!"
Ignoring her protests, Aki kissed Denji's cheek, the corner of his mouth. "You want to fuck her?" he asked. Now would be the time when she would take to it best.
"Yes!" Denji barked. "Please! Please please, senpai, please I want to fuck her!"
"Too much." But Aki was, admittedly, fond of his enthusiasm. His lips quirked. "Yes or no."
"Yes!" Denji's eyes were wide, his pupils blown.
Finally, Aki let up. He turned the wand off, and Power sagged, mouth open and drooling. She couldn't manage any more than a low growl, hissing when Aki handed her off, finally easing up the pressure against his neglected cock.
She didn't protest, though, when Denji pulled her pink panties off. She even reached for him as he guided his cock inside. Wrapping her arms selfishly around his shoulders, clinging as he slid inside with a small, cute noise.
"Power," he gasped.
"Denji!"
Power was better behaved when she was sated, letting Denji indulge in her cunt. Mewling encouragingly. It must have felt good when her pussy was extra sensitive. He was gentle with her, unlike Aki was.
They were like a high school couple when they fucked. Power always acted like she was unstoppable until she got close to coming, and then she was almost afraid of her orgasm. Like she needed him to coax her through it, to catch her when she tumbled over the edge, and Denji was so, so sweet. Surprisingly attentive for a guy who couldn't even read.
"Denji," she sniffled.
"I'm right here," he said quietly, kissing the side of her head. "Come on, Powy… you feel so— so good."
He was so deep inside, his pubic bone bumping up against her clit, skinny hips moving in a way that suggested inexperience, but she liked it. It was exactly what she needed after being left with a swollen, oversensitive entrance. Her pink lips were puffy from the manhandling. Aki needed a cigarette.
He was using the slick on his fingers to stroke his cock. He preferred to cum that way. Though Denji's ass— he'd discovered recently—was also an option.
The prep was too much time and work when he was as tired as he already was. Denji was tight, and Aki was big, which meant he needed a lot for it not to hurt significantly.
Aki did have a thought, though. Power was soft and fucked open already. Denji's length speared through her like a knife through butter. He came out soaking and plunged back in. She took it all with pleased little grunts.
"Aki—" Denji groaned.
Power was whining that she wanted him too. She wanted him to fuck her, like the time she watched him fuck Denji, hollering, "My turn! My turn!" and he had to explain why he couldn't pull his dick out of Denji's asshole and stick it in her pussy. Not that she cared.
"Denji, lie on your back," Aki instructed, touching him on the small of his back to break him out of his sex-induced stupor.
"Are you gonna—"
"Mm." Aki hummed, noncommittal.
But Denji was even more eager when he knew that he was joining. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way, and Aki did the same, standing to drop his sweatpants so the three of them were a comical trio of shirts and no pants. "Take your shirt off," Aki added. "Power, you too."
Denji, of course, loved the idea of having her bare tits in his face. He made grabby hands at them, squeezing the air.
When they were both naked, Power seated herself back on Denji's cock, sinking to take him to the hilt. Aki watched Denji's toes curl. He never lasted as long when she was on top. "Don't come yet."
"I can't!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
Power's spine was a beautiful curve. Misleading, because she'd bite the balls off of most men. Aki watched it move as she rode Denji with inhuman agility. Lithe, but feral. "Fuck! Ghh—" He groaned beneath her, eyes rolled back. It was obnoxious, the way he winced and sounded like he was being gutted on the living room floor. At least he could regenerate if Power managed to snap his dick off.
"You two are useless without me, aren't you?"
"Me! Me, do me!" Power shouted.
He wasn't any better. He'd purchased the wand so that he didn't need to do this. He was doing it because it's what he wanted.
They had both gotten what they wanted.
Shit.
It was too late to back out.
Aki moved so that his legs were on either side of Denji's, straddling them as he took Power by the hips just enough to angle her right. He pushed with his cockhead at the place where their bodies met. Denji was halfway inside her, and despite her small size, her cunt stretched.
The sound she made almost made him cum on the spot, as he pressed inside. He'd half expected he wouldn't fit, but she was letting it happen, panting in Denji's face, her hair falling forward to tickle his skin.
"Don't move," he told Denji. "Not yet." His cock twitched and throbbed against Aki's. Power's muscles were squeezing them together. It was impossibly tight.
Because of the position, he had to be the one to move first, just a few inches, stimulating them both at the same time. He dragged Power back onto him and Denji. Denji, who was so hard and so useless, he'd started to slip out.
He had given up. A shock on his face like he'd been electrocuted. When she was ready, Aki did all of the work, holding Power tightly by the hips as he drilled into her with a steady, focused rhythm. Admittedly, he was chasing his own orgasm.
Denji came first, without so much as a cry, which meant it hit him like a gut punch. His body seized up, and he only managed the first shot inside before his dick slipped and he sprayed Aki's cock. Power came too, probably from the feeling of Denji's spunk, hot devil cum, maybe it was something Aki wasn't privy to. Some weird breeding thing. But she whined and cried and fell forward onto Denji's chest while Aki fucked her through it.
Denji was like a woman in the way he could cum, and cum again. Usually, he stayed hard. But Aki could tell by the way he went limp that this time he was done.
That meant he could get off too and finally be done with them. He cursed under his breath, Power's orgasm and loose, fucked out cunt milking it right out of him. He came inside her just because he could. Because he'd earned it, hadn't he? And it wasn't like a human could knock up a devil anyway. If it could happen, it would have already.
"I think it worked," Denji said eventually, and it took Aki a moment to realize that he was talking about Power, and her complaining earlier, and wagging her round, half-naked ass at them both.
"Clean her up," Aki told him, which meant lick her clean.
Denji did as he was told, lapping up his cum and Aki's when it started to leak. Then he cleaned Aki, from slit to the base of his shaft while he kneeled, his eyelids fluttering the whole time, and Aki's hands in his hair, much softer and more affectionate than he had been before.
Denji even cleaned the cum from around his balls. His mouth worked until Aki and Power were both finished. Then Aki gave him a rag to clean himself up with.
He seemed… happy. Aki felt an odd sense of peace watching him pull his pants back on and drag Power up to the bathroom. He felt peace, even when he caught the mischievous way Denji eyed the magic wand.
Somehow, Aki ended up in the middle. Power was against his back, and Denji was at his front.
Denji wanted kisses, which Aki was less than reluctant to give, despite it all. He'd told them that he was done, that after the sex, he didn't want to see or hear from either of them, that was the deal, but there he was with Power snoring against his back and an arm wrapped around him tightly.
It wasn't quite a kiss, but he let Denji suck on his tongue. It wasn't like Denji ever knew what he was doing when they kissed anyway, but he licked his way into Aki's mouth with confidence and enthusiasm to make up for his lack of knowledge. It was always wet. Always messy. Always being careful of his razor-sharp, snaggle-toothed set of teeth.
Denji learned like a puppy, through consequences more than words. When he nipped too hard, Aki made a noise of annoyance, and that had him backing off. "Told you I didn't want to see either of you two," Aki said.
"Yeah, but you like it," Denji smirked, tucking his head against Aki's chest and pulling the blanket up to cover his shoulder. "Plus, I could tell that you were upset. When you got back."
He wasn't wrong, but it was sobering to hear that their plan may have had more to do with him than it did with their own sordid needs. "Power?" Aki asked.
"You were bein' all quiet at dinner. She could tell."
Aki sighed. He wanted to doubt what Denji was saying. All of his instincts and previous experiences told him to. But the way Denji was huddled against him, and Power's arm possessively around his waist proved otherwise. "If I didn't get you both off, you wouldn't feel so empathetic." If he could even call it empathy. That wasn't the right word. But then Denji said something that really struck a chord.
"I don't really know how else to make you feel better."
"It's okay." Aki put his bandaged arm around him, and tried not to succumb to what he was feeling; the sudden urge to take Denji and Power somewhere safe and never look back. "That's... that's not your job." Just focus on what you need to do, he thought.
Denji didn't say anything else. Didn't argue. He fell asleep rather quickly, mouth open and drooling against the pillow, and Aki spend more of the night watching him sleep than actually sleeping himself.