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misano17 · 1 year

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Here ya go you fucking freaks (affectionate)

K, so like, Shu and Mika are in a room together.

Not sure where exactly this would fit in the narrative.

Definitely before their feelings are revealed but after they’re over being enemies.

So like, I feel like Mika is very much in the “I know I like him but I have more important stuff to do, like denying that to his face and also getting back to my world” and Shu is in the “oh god oh god oh god, no, this can’t be happening, holy shit, I-” Mika walks by, “I can’t do this, I’m going to die here, how is one man that beautiful, why is he so, so, well not polite but he’s so kind and I” he’s having a bit of a moment. He’s especially fixated on Mika’s eyes and mouth. Like a little weirdo. I am too, both of us are weirdos.

Gore starts now:

“Ngh!”

How had Mika ended up here? His body felt like it was pinned in place, stood upright against Shu’s gaze with his mouth open and his tongue-

Well, Mika didn’t really want to think about that right now.

Shu had stuck his thumb in there a couple minutes ago. An innocuous action in and of itself. Mika assumed he was just inspecting something or other. Shu had a tendency to do that occasionally. Many of the demons did, actually. Mika guessed it just came with the territory, many of them had never actually seen a human. Especially one close enough to touch.

Mika thought nothing of it when Shu ran the edge of his fingernail over his gums. It was a slow, almost gliding motion, only made smooth by the excessive saliva coating Mika’s mouth and the smooth filed down surface of Shu’s fingernail.

Well, ‘thought nothing of it’ would actually be quite the understatement. It was all Mika could think about in those moments. The slight tingling feeling Shu left behind as his finger brushed past Mika’s teeth and gums was at the forefront of his mind. It lingered there as Mika tilted his head up further, it lingered as he swallowed around the building pressure in his throat, and it lingered as Shu placed the pad of his thumb on Mika’s tongue.

It wasn’t heavy but there was a certain amount of pressure that came with the angle at which Shu’s finger pressed down on his tongue.

Mika couldn’t pinpoint how Shu tasted on his tongue. The main flavor that stood out to him was a mellow sweetness, like a honeysuckle in spring just before the morning dew fades. A weird comparison but that was all Mika could come up with at the moment.

The sharp edge of Shu’s nail was just barely pressing into the flesh of Mika’s tongue, just slight enough to make its presence known while also poking ever so slightly into his tongue. It was just enough for Mika to be acutely aware of the sharp object resting on his tongue without panicking.

Mika couldn’t draw his eyes away from Shu’s gaze. The look in his eyes was intense, like there was some question he needed to answer that Mika’s tongue was keeping from him.

Then, Mika tasted iron, sweet, cold iron.

A little bit too much pressure on Shu’s end, and a badly timed breath on Mika’s end.

Shu’s fingernail had pierced the flesh of Mika’s tongue.

It was soft and warm. A horrifyingly intrusive thought passed through his mind. He wanted to dig his finger into the wound, he wanted to drag his nail back across the ripped flesh, he wanted to make a mess of the inside of Mika’s mouth, he wanted to hear what kind of noises Mika would make.

Shu wanted to smack himself. These, these, he couldn’t in good conscious call them thoughts, these desires were shameful. He shouldn’t be thinking of a human like this, and, oh god! Mika is a human! He can’t just heal himself like a demon would. He could get an infection and even-

Shu needed to remove his finger immediately.

He was deliberately slow as he moved, careful not to jostle the wound in any way.

“Ngh!”

Did, did Mika just whine?

Mika wanted to kill himself. He needed to die, right now. This was awful.

Oh god, he was turning red wasn’t he. Shu was going to think he was a freak, who the hell would whine after getting their tongue stabbed?

And, wait, was he? Oh no. He had grabbed Shu’s hand when he tried to remove it.

You know what, he didn’t just want to kill himself now, he was going to kill himself. Very soon if he had any say in the matter. Blood oath be damned, he could care less about getting home now. Dying would be preferable to lying awake thinking about this every night for the next sixty years.

There was no way he could just play off his reaction as one from the pain right? Not with how red he was turning.

Shu paused for a moment to take in the sight in front of him.

Mika’s head was tilted back in the same angle Shu had maneuvered his head into, his mouth was wide open, and his tongue was weeping blood around the hole Shu had made in it. Mika’s eyes were shut tight, and he was just barely shuddering as his face turned redder and redder by the second.

The way Mika’s tongue trembled around his finger was intoxicating.

Shu pushed his finger back into the wound ever so slightly.

“Ah!”

Mika’s entire body shuddered.

Something snapped in Shu’s mind.

He jammed his finger back into the wound with as much force as he could manage.

“Ngah!” Mika cried out again.

Shu couldn’t tell whether it was out of pain or pleasure but the part of his mind that cared was suppressed by the part of his mind that wanted, no, demanded that he draw more sounds out of Mika.

Squelching sounds filled the air as Shu thrust his thumb back into the wound over and over and over.

Mika’s noises crescendoed higher and higher as Shu’s thrusts grew more forceful, though, Mika seemed to be moving around too much for Shu’s liking.

Shu’s other grand wrapped around the back of Mika’s head like a vice to keep him still, locking his head in that torturous angle as Shu pushed his thumb in deeper.

The blood from Mika’s tongue was seeping down his throat, choking him slowly from the inside but Mika couldn’t find it in himself to care.

The burning sensation on his tongue was too much for him to form any coherent thoughts. The feeling of Shu’s fingers ripping at the hair on the back of his neck was too intoxicating. It was all just too much.

“Ngh!”

Mika’s grip on Shu’s wrist tightened, holding him in place for only a moment.

Shu snapped to his senses immediately.

What the hell was he doing?

Oh god, Mika’s mouth was filled with blood, some of it was even staining his face. What the hell was wrong with him?

Shu was horribly embarrassed. What the hell had even possessed him to do this?

Was it, oh god, was it the noise Mika made?

There was no way. That would be absurd. If that were actually the case Shu would die of shame right here, on the spot.

Well, he certainly felt like dying.

Oh god, that was it wasn’t it? Hearing Mika make a noise like that had sent him over the edge.

He must have been going insane.

That had to be it.

Or, or maybe someone had slipped him one of those dreadful poisons, the kind that humans called an aphrodisiac? There was no way he had done all this on his own, with no outside stimuli aside from a noise Mika made. That would be completely absurd.

As much as Shu wanted to deny it, the longer the thought lingered in his mind, the more plausible it became.

Shu fixed his gaze on Mika, on the way his head angled back, on the way he gasped and breathed as blood from his wound poured down his throat, and on the way his tongue pulsed around Shu’s thumb.

Shu was careful when removing his thumb, slow and deliberate in his movements. Letting so much blood go down Mika’s throat wasn’t ideal. Shu didn’t want to think about the consequences right now.

Mika let out another whine when Shu’s hand left his mouth.

What was wrong with him? Mika couldn’t tell at this moment, all he could think about was the sensation of Shu’s thumb prodding at his wound. Mika desperately wanted to feel it again but he didn’t have the energy to chase after the sensation.

As soon as Shu unlatched his hand from Mika’s neck the boy collapsed.

Blood stained the floor by his open mouth.

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