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lysanderpuck (1/2)
For: lysanderpuck
From:alexxasick
Title: Demonology
Pairing/Focus: Nino/Aiba
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: tons of sex, a tiny little bit of Het, rimming, a tiny bit of BDSM splashed here and there. Cross-dressing, mentions of prostitution… slightly dark
Summary: Running away from their nature, demons find a respite
Notes: I’m really sorry to everyone I bothered!! Thanks to my beta for her infinite patience. To my recipient I tried hard to use all the information I got, xD I dunno if I succeeded, I hope I did
The teacher
He is waiting by the school gate; he doesn’t want witnesses for what he hoped that would happen next. It always works better if people—that he didn’t like to call his victims, but that that was exactly what they were—thought that nobody saw them together.
He’s been attending that school for a few weeks. He always knows where to find them, the perverts. It’s One of the perks of being him. Some of them were actually fighting against their nature, some just gave into it. His job was just to tip them over the edge and collect the rewards.
The man he was waiting for walked out the school gates and he almost missed him.
“Sensei!” He yells, running after him, changing his face to the most innocent he could pull off. “Matsuyama- Sensei!” The teacher is walking too damn fast with his long legs and his arms full of the props he had used for his last lesson.
“Oh, Ninomiya-kun. What’s going on?” The teacher asks with that gentle smile of his.
“The test is on Monday, right?” He asks, biting his lip nervously. He isn’t nervous. He isn’t sure he even knows what feeling nervous is, but he knows nervous and innocent were what the perverts want, especially the ones that don’t consider themselves perverted.
“That’s right, Ninomiya-kun.” He states, handing Kazunari one of the bags he’s holding. “Help me bring these to my car, please.”
“I don’t understand anything! You’re so advanced in this school! I will never catch up!” Kazunari expresses with certain desperation in his voice. The desperation is real, he hadn’t fed in the longest time and he needs to speed up the process. But that is about all that’s real about this act. He understands, maybe even before humans did. It had been so long, though, and his memories were sort of fuzzy now.
“Don’t worry, Ninomiya-kun. Do you have time?” Matsuyama inquiries as they get into the parking lot.
“Yes, Sensei. I don’t want to disappoint my brother. I always have time for improving my grades!” Kazunari explains, still in the anxious side. His ‘brother’, though, would be more disappointed over failing the deed. And he would ace that test if he stayed enough in this school to even take said test.
“Mmhh,” Matsuyama hums while he opens the trunk of the car, and placing all the things both himself and the ‘student’ had in their arms. He seems to be considering something. “You can come by my place this evening. My wife is taking our son to her parents’, so we might have solid two or three hours to work. Is that okay with you?”
Kazunari smiles and nods, “Really?! Thank you! Thank you! What’s your address, Sensei!?” He requests, keeping his nervous, innocent act on.
His ‘brother’ is in the bathtub when he arrives home. In this life, they are playing half-brothers. He picked the name Ninomiya Kazunari and his ‘brother’ picked, Aiba Masaki. Kazunari takes off his uniform as Masaki looks at him hopefully but quickly turns away in disappointment.
“I’m sorry, he was in a hurry.” Kazunari informs softly as he steps into the tub, Masaki shifting to make space for him.
“I’m burning up.” Masaki grits between his teeth.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, reaching to touch his face that is indeed hot as hell.
“Not your fault. I know you’re doing what you can.” Masaki leans to his touch and lets him lie on top of him.
“He said I could go to his house for tutoring after 6, and you, nii-chan, are taking me.” Kazunari whispers into his ear.
“Mmhh… I think not. I’m not even seeing straight.” Masaki grunts, pushing his lips to touch the other’s temple.
“I’ll drive, I just want you to stay close. When you’re close you start feeling better, don’t you?” Kazunari lifts his upper body until he could see into his brother’s eyes.
“I do. Let’s do that.” Masaki murmurs moving his hand to caress Kazunari at least for a moment.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Shh…”
Kazunari parks the jeep around the corner while Masaki is lying on the backseat. He had been barely conscious while they were getting dressed and he passed out as Kazunari drove. Kazunari is tempted to give his ‘brother’ a kiss but he decides against it, grabbing his school bag and walking the rest of the way to the house.
The plaque on the front of the building has several names written, but Kazunari locates “Matsuyama” quickly and pushes the button. The teacher’s voice comes clear, asking who it is.
His wife is still in the apartment when Kazunari gets there. A baby is in her high chair, and Mrs. Matsuyama is beautiful and tall like her husband. He hates this, to have to do any of what he is planning to do, but Masaki is in bad shape and Kazunari is the only one who can fix him. She offers some refreshments before taking the big diaper bag and the baby with her.
For the first half-hour Kazunari plays dumb, reveling in the attention, casting his net. After that, he begins with the light touches, on his arm, and on his leg. Kazunari is able to smell Matsuyama getting bothered by his closeness.
“I’ll never get it!” Kazunari exclaims, leaning back. They are working on the living room table, sitting in front of the sofa, so his back hits the sofa as he drops his head on the seat.
“Don’t say that, Ninomiya-kun… don’t give up yet.” Matsuyama leans back too, but just to be able to watch. Kazunari is very aware that he is being observed.
“Don’t look at me like that, Matsuyama- Sensei. I’ll start thinking that you like me.” Kazunari finally attacks, not finding in himself to stall anymore.
He is not feeling Masaki in the back of his mind as usual, and that is making him feel way past desperate, so he concentrates into pulling the big guns to get the man to do what Kazunari needs from him.
“I—why would you say something like that?” The teacher probes, standing up and taking both glasses from the table. “Do you want some more lemonade?”
Kazunari stands up and walks behind the teacher, “Maybe because I’ve been watching you, Sensei.”
Matsuyama doesn’t say anything as he places the glasses on the table then walks towards the fridge. But he doesn’t open it because Kazunari is there, crowding him with his brown gentle eyes and pouty mouth glistening with saliva.” You are just a kid,” the teacher mumbles, not doing a thing to prevent Kazunari pressing himself against his body.
“Mhhh, and yet I know what I’m doing.” Kazunari rolls his hips, rubbing his crotch against the teacher’s leg.
“My wife…” Matsuyama tries to tell him, but Kazunari knows he had already won, because the teacher’s arms are circling his slighter shoulders, holding him back.
“She won’t know, Sensei, how could she?” His ‘student’ tells him, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck.
Matsuyama seems to be about to say something else, but Kazunari doesn’t let him. He stands on his toes and presses his lips to his teacher’s mouth. Kazunari slowly feels the man responding to it. Matsuyama starts pushing him towards the table and helps him onto it. Kazunari wraps his legs around the teacher’s body, pulling him closer.
The man is already hard, or getting hard, Kazunari can feel it through his jeans while the teacher rocks his hips against him. He reaches to palm the hard cock, obtaining a gasp and a shiver as response.
Kazunari wonders why it was that even now, even after all those years and all those people, it still feels good. The way Matsuyama’s fingers trail his back and fondle his buttocks, or the way he is curled around the taller, broader man’s body or the way the teacher’s tongue explores inside his mouth.
His hands had always been small and that was good, because men liked that whatever he was handling looked big in them, and those same hands slither inside Matsuyama’s slacks, making him become even more eager.
That’s the moment Kazunari starts to feel Masaki again, stirring into consciousness, and the sole presence of his partner is encouraging Kazunari to drive the teacher mad a little at a time.
“Are you a virgin?” Matsuyama queries in a ragged voice.
He considers lying, saying yes, but his instincts are driving Kazunari to lie in a different way and he shakes his head in a negative answer.
“Have you had sex with many?” The teacher continues his questioning, when Kazunari answers a negative again, he is asked, “Who?”
“My physical education instructor in my previous school and Masaki…” Kazunari groans as his t-shirt is thrown aside.
“Masaki? Your own brother?!” The teacher exclaims, pushing Kazunari aside to look at him with preoccupied eyes. “Did he force himself on you?” Kazunari sees through the fake concern; he can smell how much more aroused the teacher has become.
“No, I… asked him to…” Kazunari shivers, his hands working Matsuyama’s clothes open.
“You are a sex-starved little imp, aren’t you?” The teacher says, and Kazunari smiles enticingly. “Yeah you are…”
The supposed student doesn’t answer, just leans back on the table biting his lip, letting his teacher draw his own conclusions, also getting some amusement in how well-phrased it was when his teacher said ‘starved’.
Matsuyama steps back, unwrapping himself from his ‘student’s’ legs. The boy is licking his lips, already savoring what is to come. Pun totally intended, Kazunari smiles at his own joke, letting the teacher stare.
The man turns Kazunari around, finally pulling the baggy pants off; he almost feels bad when he’s forced to face the baby chair. His butt is on the air now, and the teacher seems to be reveling in pinching his skin and squeezing him.
“Do you play with yourself a lot?” Matsuyama asks, his fingers ghosting over his back and going back to fondling his asscheeks, not nearing his hole.
“What’s a lot?” The ‘student’ retorts, shifting on the table to be a little more comfortable.
“Have you done it at school?” Matsuyama inquires before he put his lips to Kazunari’s thigh, tracing up to his butt.
“Yes,” Kazunari answers with ragged breath.
“Where?”
“Once under my desk looking at your ass…” Kazunari lets out in a single breath like he wouldn’t be able to speak otherwise, “A bunch of times in the bathroom…”
“You are a horny kid, aren’t you?” Matsuyama groans, finally touching Kazunari’s hole. “Did you really have problems with school?”
“None at all…” Kazunari grins with a gasp as his teacher’s finger prods into him gently.
“You’re such a tease…” The teacher seems annoyed as he slapsKazunari’s butt and retreats all together.
The ‘student’ is about to whine and protest when he realizes the teacher is opening a drawer and pulling out a condom and some lubricant.
“Missus likes it in the kitchen, huh?” Kazunari questions, pulling his legs further apart.
“No—but I do.” Matsuyama informs.
Seeing the condom makes Kazunari worry but immediately he forms a plan, a plan that might have been thought by Masaki and not him. Sometimes it happened, especially when they were starved.
The teacher comes back pushing one lubed finger inside Kazunari, who moans.
“Do you finger yourself when you jerk off?” The teacher enquires moving his finger in and out.
“When I’m at home, I do.” He responds, pushing back to get more of the finger. “But Sensei’s hands feel awesome…” the man chuckles and Kazunari adds, “Just put it in Sensei, I need it—I need it now!”
“I don’t wanna hurt you, horny little imp,” Matsuyama announces.
“You won’t—I am ready, I know I am…” Kazunari begs.
“Okay….” Matsuyama agrees, pulling back and taking the condom.
“Wanna see a neat trick?” Kazunari intervenes right there, taking the condom from Matsuyama’s hand. The teacher smiles with some confusion but nods.
Without taking his eyes from Matsuyama’s, Kazunari tears the packet open and puts the condom between his lips, kneeling in front of the man and biting the latex to breach it before rolling the condom and deep throating him. Not being human meant he had no gag reflex. After the condom is in place Kazunari bobs his head twice before separating from Matsuyama and looking at him. He tries to look a little smug when he was actually more than a little smug about the trick.
Matsuyama looks dazed enough to not notice the condom is damaged. He just pulls Kazunari up from the floor and kisses him. Kazunari leans back on the table again, circling Matsuyama with his legs, working his hand to guide the man’s dick into himself.
“So desperate…”Is Matsuyama’s only comment before he pushes into the willing body.
It is amazing, feeling like this after so long. They hadn’t fed since before they came to this city two months ago. They had been trying to keep a low profile after all…Kazunari reaches to circle Matsuyama’s body under his armpits and scratch his back, knowing that the action will make the teacher fuck him harder.
When Matsuyama starts losing it, he strokes Kazunari’s cock. Kazunari came first, tightening his ass around the teacher, milking his orgasm as much as he could. When the high starts waning the teacher kisses him in a way that is surprisingly sweet. More than a couple of minutes pass before his teacher notices the clock and starts cleaning around. Kazunari who needs to use the toilet excuses himself. He uses the time to wash off the saliva and the other’s sweat and to arrange his clothes again.
As if on cue, when Kazunari is walking out of the toilet room, the doorbell rings. He hears Matsuyama answering.
“I’m Aiba, I’m here for my brother Kazunari?” Masaki’s voice comes through the interphone.
Kazunari is glad, he had never been good with the after-fucking.
“He’ll go down in a minute.” Matsuyama informs, turning to face Kazunari.
The supposed student takes a couple of minutes to gather his stuff from the living room.
“You won’t tell, right?” Matsuyama asks as they stand by the door awkwardly.
This would become a good source of sustenance for them, so Kazunari smiles and stands on his toes to be able to kiss him on the lips, “I would very much like you to fuck me again, Sensei, and I wouldn’t achieve that if I did.” He whispers before sliding into his sneakers and receiving one last peck to his lips before saying good-bye.
The Blow Job in the Jeep
Kazunari rides the elevator down, feeling the high of the feeding. The energy pumping in what he assumes are his veins, if things like him ever had any.
He names themselves things because he doesn’t like to think about what he actually is: a demon. He and Masaki had been created as one, so they might be called brothers, but there was no such thing in hell. That’s why they could feel each other at the back of their heads and sometimes even communicate without talking. Lucifer had created them in the hopes of infecting humankind, and in the beginning there were thousands of demons like Kazunari and Aiba. Now there are days when they think they’re the last ones left.
They had been eliminated gradually over the centuries, since the offspring they conceived weren’t what they were expecting and both heaven and hell were afraid of them. With Free will like a human, powerful, almost like angels: a cambion. They had been hunted by all three sides, (the heaven faction, the other demons, of course, the human hunters), so they had to keep hidden to be able to survive.
With these thoughts about their past, Kazunari steps out of the elevator at the same time Mrs. Matsuyama enters the building. He gives her an innocent wave as he walks out. The vintage Jeep is waiting outside. Masaki is in the driver’s seat, looking better than he had all week.
When Kazunari climbs into the vehicle’s passenger seat, he can feel the want. Not his own though, but Masaki’s, who barely acknowledges him and starts driving just as the door closes. They aren’t even three blocks away when Masaki stops the Jeep in a dark alley.
“I’m sorry, I cannot wait any longer,” Masaki grunts as he undoes his seatbelt. Kazunari knows, so he just unbuckles his own to meet the other man halfway in a kiss. It always feels good, but being starved makes everything feel even better. Masaki’s hands unfasten Kazunari’s pants and pulls his cock out, repeating how much he needs it now and apologizing profusely.
Masaki’s lips find the tip of Kazunari’s cock quickly, sucking it softly. Kazunari helps by lifting his hips and lowering his pants so Masaki is even freer to maneuver with his hands and fondle his balls. It all happens sloppily, to say the least. But Kazunari understands, he’s feeling the same way, just before Matsuyama. And now he’s feeling it again because it isn’t really over until Masaki could get rid of the seed.
The slurping sounds are growing obscene and Kazunari wants to moan, but he doesn’t. He’s still aware that they are in the Jeep in the streets, even if he doesn’t know exactly which. It isn’t long before he’s ready to go. Masaki is so good at this, at knowing what Kazunari needs and how he has to give it to him.
Kazunari comes and Masaki drinks it all, sucking him dry. Masaki pulls up from the other’s lap just in time for a young couple to notice them in the car while they turned the corner. Now that the sense of hastiness has passed, they are both aware that the alley isn’t as dark as they first thought and that they had endangered themselves. The couple chats softly and giggles when they catch the drift of what had happened in the car.
“I’m going to drive to a club, then you can drive home. I’ll be there by the morning.” Masaki grunts while he turns the engine on.
“I wish I could watch…” Kazunari wishes as he pulls his pants up.
“I’d like you to be there with me too.” Masaki explains as they come to a stop at a red light, “But you know how people are about these things…”
“Yes, I know.” Kazunari reaches to the other seat and puts his hand on Masaki’s knee.
“I’ll try to bring her to the apartment. It feels good when I’m close, doesn’t it?” Masaki asks, patting the hand on his knee putting it back on the steering wheel.
Kazunari smiled, nodding.
The girl from the club
The dark augments the noises. The cars downstairs, the people commuting… and of course, Masaki sticking the key in the lock and turning it around. When they were created, they weren’t equipped with super-hearing or a heightened sense of smell like the others like them; the only ability they had was the instinctive knowledge about what made people horny, what they needed to say, what they needed to do or the role that the people needed them to play.
Kazunari hears a girl giggle and Masaki shushes her as he closes the door. If he puts his mind into it, he might even feel some of what his ‘brother’ is feeling. Like how she is rubbing him through his pants. If he would have been able to see he’d feel more, but this would have to suffice.
Closing his eyes, Kazunari concentrates in the way she scrapes her teeth on Masaki’s throat as he pushes her around the apartment to bring her to the bed and lay her down. Her body feels petite under Masaki and she is shivering and rocking her body to feel more of him. Kazunari touches his own chest, aware that Masaki is doing the same with her.
Sometimes, he imagined he was Masaki, making love to their supple bodies, with the round breasts and all the wetness. Other times Kazunari liked to think of himself as the recipient of Masaki’s ministrations, to remember the long bony fingers on his skin.
Quivering when he feels her touching Masaki’s member, Kazunari groans, reaching to touch his own. Demons don’t come, not as humans do; they have to wait until the best moment, when they have the most probability of impregnating their mark. Kazunari, of course, will only feel the remnants of Masaki’s orgasm, his pleasure would not be as great as having the sperm inside or the way it feels to give it to his other half. But there was pleasure to be had.
This girl needs time, Kazunari knows it. The same way he knows what turns Matsuyama on, or which school he had to get into to find the pervert. He knows Masaki has to work for her pleasure, and that he had to keep the promise he made when she was tempted into giving him her virginity.
But they shall not produce heirs this time; they learned that they could use condoms and still be able to feed. Why couldn’t it be easier, like humans? It’s something that Kazunari asks himself each time, but as usual he has no answer so he forces his mind to stop, trying to focus his mind to the feeling of Masaki dipping his tongue into the girl’s sex. He has never tasted a girl, except when he kissed Masaki afterwards.
She moans and this time Kazunari doesn’t need his link with Masaki to hear her. Then he knows Masaki whispers in her ear that she should keep quiet because his little brother is sleeping next door. That makes her louder, somehow. But it’s not a surprise since they always know what to say, what to do. Kazunari feels Masaki rip a condom packet. Putting it on before complying when she starts to beg for it.
He’s doing it slow; Masaki is driving her into oblivion. Kazunari can imagine her under Masaki, pressing her thighs to Masaki’s neck without wanting to. Her body taking over her mind with pleasure.
Kazunari feels them come and he feels satisfied, the same way humans feel after a good meal. She lingers and for a moment Kazunari is afraid that she’s going to stay. But after a few kisses and some promises, they both aren’t going to keep she asks him if she can use the shower.
She takes her time but she finally leaves and Kazunari rushes to Masaki’s bed. They had tried to be apart about a century or so ago but they didn’t last even a month. The only way they could describe the feeling of being separated was saying that they were “so fucking incomplete” while they were apart. Even if they agreed to get together to feed once a month, they were unable to stop the emptiness of being apart. After a hunter almost had Masaki, they both agreed to never be apart again.
Kazunari lets Masaki wrap him in his arms as they fall asleep. Not that they needed it, but they could pretend they could dream, like humans did.
The teacher II
Three weeks after the last time they fed, they are starting to feel weak once more. But Masaki doesn’t want to risk it. Matsuyama- Sensei had been careful about not approaching Kazunari too much, though he doesn’t keep his eyes off him when he thinks no one is looking. Kazunari knows it’s a matter of time. His classmates are all pretty normal guys, and the girls… he just wasn’t interested. He had held an interview a couple of weeks ago for a job at a pink salon disguised as a maid café. He and Aiba had even spent the last of the money they had for living expenses in a dress for the audition. But they haven’t called Kazunari back yet.
Masaki is now working in a convenience store and trying to get work in a soapland, a fifth rate establishment one step that specialized in servicing women with everything but sexual intercourse. The convenience store was enough to pay for their expenses. The place they were renting was small. They didn’t feel hot or cold so they never turned on the heat or the A/C. They don’t need food, but sometimes they buy some anyway if they thought they were going to have visitors. They didn’t really need to bathe or shower, because they smell as the humans like them to smell, and to every one of them, they smelled different. But they actually enjoyed taking them, so once in a while they did take long baths or showers. Masaki was particularly fond of the bath when he started to feel feverish after not feeding for a long while.
It’s Kazunari’s turn to clean the classroom. His teacher is organizing some things in the desk drawers. Kazunari’s classmates have been scurrying out one by one, going unnoticed by the teacher. But Kazunari has prepared the scenario, he doesn’t want Masaki to suffer again because he couldn‘t close the deal sooner. So he had told his classmates that he needed to be alone with the teacher so he could distract him and steal the second partial exam of the semester, and the guys fell for it.
Matsuyama doesn’t notice when his students started darting out of the classroom, or that he is now alone with the student he had been avoiding for a while. He doesn’t notice the predatory look in his student’s eyes or the moment Kazunari approached him. So the teacher is startled when he feels the student hop on the desk, just above the drawer he had been organizing.
“Is Sensei mad at me?” Kazunari asks, a stick of Pocky casually hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t like sweets, but he needed to attract Matsuyama’s attention to his mouth.
Matsuyama looks around with a slightly concerned face before answering, “We are in school grounds, Ninomiya-kun.” His voice sounded husky but soft, so it wouldn’t be heard if anyone was still around.
“My brother is working ‘til midnight…” Kazunari whispers, his white socked foot tracing his teacher’s knee up to his thigh.
“You’re really having trouble with those equations, aren’t you?” Matsuyama inquires a little louder, casually. His eyes growing sly as he leaned back to let Kazunari reach his crotch with his foot.
“I am, Matsuyama- Sensei.” Kazunari informs pressing his foot against the other man’s crotch, reveling in the shiver he provokes.
“Okay, I guess it can’t be helped, I’ll take you home and tutor you some more.” The teacher notifies pushing Kazunari’s foot gently away.
“Thank you, Sensei…” Kazunari singsongs as he offers the stick of Pocky to the teacher. Matsuyama leans forward and takes it in his mouth. Kazunari then jumps off the desk with a smug smile.
He doesn’t even look for the exam. The guys’ sins weren’t lust, they were sloth, and they must confront the consequences of their acts. He busies himself with finishing the chores before they walk out of the school gates together.
Kazunari reaches his hand over the handbrake, placing his right hand on Matsuyama’s thigh as they wait for the green light. The teacher starts but he doesn’t react otherwise. Kazunari interprets it as permission to rub his fingers over the front of his teacher’s pants. This action isn’t unwelcomed either.
“I want you to fuck me hard, Sensei.” Kazunari mutters as he tightens his grip on the growing cock under the fabric of the dressy slacks.
“You’re just a cock-hungry little demon…” Matsuyama groans, gripping the steering wheel tighter. For a moment Kazunari is taken aback, but he manages to not let the teacher know how much his words had affected him.
“I am.” Kazunari lets him know, though he is sure the teacher doesn’t know how right he is, “Right now, only for yours, Sensei.”
Masaki and Kazunari had picked this apartment because the parking lot led directly to the partly concealed staircase that led to the higher floors. It was easier if they got patrons with cars. No uncomfortable looks for them and most people wouldn’t notice so much the parade of lovers they are expecting to be bringing there. Kazunari leads the teacher to the third floor; their apartment is the fourth one down and he opens the lock. Matsuyama is acting all professional even if the tent on the front of his pants isn’t discreet at all.
Their entrance to the apartment is devoid of passion. It’s totally ordinary until they reach the kitchen/living room/dining room area. Kazunari stands right in front of the teacher and once again stands on his tiptoes to be able to reach the man’s lips and deposit a shy peck on them.
“Bed?” The student suggests in a small voice.
“Which one is yours?” Matsuyama questions, gesturing towards the doors.
Smiling, Kazunari takes his teacher’s hand and leads him towards his room, the one at the end. His bed is unmade and there are magazines and stuff all over the floor. It seems like any other teenage boy’s room. The teacher smiles and lets his student push him to take a seat on the bed. Kazunari straddles his lap.
“God, Ninomiya-kun. You smell so nice.” The teacher grunts before diving his face into his neck, grazing his skin with mouth and teeth.
“Mhhh… Sensei… Call me Kazunari, please…” he requests, grinding his hips down Matsuyama’s crotch.
“Kazunari, take your clothes off…” The teacher commands and Kazunari’s body tingles with eagerness.
The demon steals one more kiss, this time deeper and longer, from the teacher before standing up. Kazunari pulls his blazer off and hangs it onto a hook, pulling his tie next and undoing his shirt. The teacher leans back, amused by the movements of his student when he unbuckles the belt and the school slacks fall on their own, pooling around the ankles. Kazunari steps out of them and tries to approach the teacher, but he is stopped. “Take your underwear and socks off too,” he is ordered.
Kazunari smiles and manages a little blush while he pulls the fabric from his body. The teacher seems pleased, and this time when Kazunari tries to approach, Matsuyama lets him. They kiss for a long time, like Matsuyama doesn’t have a wife he has to be with soon.
“Prepare my ass, Matsuyama-Sensei, I need your cock…” Kazunari moans, directing the teacher’s hand towards his butt, carefully avoiding rubbing his leaking dick on Matsuyama’s clothes. If the wife suspected something they might be putting their supply in danger, so he didn’t want to leave a trace of their activities.
“I love the way you tremble just thinking about having my cock up your hole.” The teacher moans, turning them both to their sides. Kazunari wiggled as he retrieved a bottle of lube and put it on the man’s hand.
“Please,” Kazunari begs between kisses.
“Okay, on your hands and knees.” The teacher directs and proceeds to position himself behind the student.
At first Matsuyama only fondles his buttocks like the first time on his kitchen, but then the teacher places a wet kiss on Kazunari’s left butt-cheek, making him shiver.
“Please,” he begs as the teacher sucks on different patches of his pale skin. “Please…” he repeats, but he’s not really begging for anything and it makes him moan when the man spreads his cheeks and licks from his tailbone to his balls, and back.
“Look at that… your whole skin flushed…” Matsuyama notes, stepping back for a short while before returning his mouth to pay attention to the dark hole.
Kazunari’s left hand moved to stroke the harder than ever cock between his own legs but the teacher swats him away, still circling his anus with his tongue. “Please” he whines yet again, and this time he gets what he’s begging for when Matsuyama’s tongue prods inside him.
Please.
A finger makes its way inside Kazunari and his pleas start to sound like a mantra. He tries to grab his dick one more time but he’s stopped, “Try that one more time and suffer the consequences…” Matsuyama informs him, biting his buttocks in between his words.
The warning, instead of preventing Kazunari from doing it again, makes him want to know what the consequences are. So handling his own cock becomes the only thing he wants to do apart from feeling his teacher slide another finger inside of his ass. He wants to speed it up, to have Sensei inside right now, but he also knows that this time is different from the last. That now, his teacher needs this to last.
Kazunari hasn’t forgotten what the teacher said; he wants to push whatever boundary the man has set for him. So he reaches down for a third time, and when his hand closes around his shaft, Kazunari is a little disappointed when nothing happens. He doesn’t have time to think before both of his arms are pulled behind his back and tied up with the tie he had made a show of throwing to the floor. His ass stings because of the rapid movement Matsuyama is making to tie his elbows together, and it hurts.
“Sensei!” he cries, trying to flex his arms, “Please…”
“I told you not to, didn’t I?” Matsuyama asks as he pours some more lubricant into Kazunari’s butt crack and shoves three fingers inside of him.
Kazunari cries out loud, wondering if their neighbors could hear. He didn’t think that through, maybe Masaki—his train of thought is cut by his teacher now biting his skin in various places.
“Can I?” Matsuyama asks and Kazunari nods eagerly, it’s not like the bruises will remain. The pain sinks by his hip as the teacher’s teeth sink into it. He screams louder, loving the pain, all of it.
“Fuck me, please, fuck me…” Kazunari’s mantra changes, wiggling his hips to dislodge the fingers, just to feel them shoved in again. He isn’t able to think past the bites along different parts of his body and the way he’s being finger-fucked.
Kazunari’s body reacts instinctively when Matsuyama lifts him to shift his weight to his knees. He shivers violently when he’s lifted and pushed down on the teacher’s cock. He’s glad the teacher is so horny that he skirted the safe sex. He wants to have something to hold on to, but the way his hands are tied up to his elbows make it impossible to clutch anything. Matsuyama leans back and Kazunari is tucked against his chest. The cock is buried deep inside him and all he wants is to move. But the position he is in makes it virtually impossible without some kind of leverage.
“Does it feel good?” Matsuyama inquires holding him while he thrusts his hips slowly.
“Yes!” Kazunari responds, rolling his own hips now that he’s being held. “Harder.” He begs but the teacher only chuckles, stilling his movements and stilling Kazunari’s, “No, n—Don’t stop…”
After chuckling once more, Matsuyama starts moving again, shifting their position enough to bounce Kazunari on his dick. Kazunari’s mind is starting to white out when the teacher pushes him away and turns him on the bed. His legs are in the air and his cock is leaking precum onto his belly.
“This is so hot.” The teacher mumbles before pulling him by the ankles and entering him again in one swift motion. Kazunari yells again. He opens his eyes and sees Matsuyama looking back at him with an intense stare. He realizes how much the man likes it when Kazunari is staring, so he keeps doing it. The man speeds up and finally comes inside Kazunari.
“Touch me Sensei… please, touch me…” Kazunari begs, feeling the cock slip out of him.
Matsuyama looks at him dazedly for a while, like mocking his urgency and reveling him in his impatience. Kazunari doesn’t wait long before the teacher lowers his head and body to suck on his cock. He comes fast. He has been ready to come just from the fingers and this had just been perfect.
They manage to fit on the single bed and they kiss over and over. then the teacher asks him if he can use the bathroom. Kazunari joins him and gets fucked again against the cool tile of the shower wall.
Matsuyama kisses him again before leaving, already fumbling with his phone to call his wife and make up some excuse on why he was so late.
Masaki enters his room to find Kazunari naked on his bed. He can see the bite marks on his shoulders and the burns around his forearms. He’s stroking his cock and looking at him intently. Masaki takes more time to react than he does getting naked and into the bed with Kazunari.
“Who?” Masaki questions between kisses.
“My teacher…” Kazunari answers, kneading the buttocks of his fellow demon.
“Again?” Masaki moans, stilling to let Kazunari do whatever he wants.
“Twice.” The slighter demon swipes his fingers over Masaki’s ass crack feeling him quiver in his arms. “I’m going to fill you up really good…”
Masaki groans, pushing his hips towards the fingers that are teasing his entrance. Kazunari dips his forefinger into the anus, and his other half shivers busying his mouth on Kazunari’s collarbone.
Kazunari struggles underneath Masaki so he can reach the lubricant. When Kazunari finally grasps the lube bottle, the preparation is smooth. Both are used to this after all.
Masaki takes the lead after a while, pushing Kazunari down and straddling him, taking the cock in his hand and lowering his ass over it until it’s buried to the hilt. Masaki stills, feeling the other demon inside, fighting the impulse to start riding, to feel, just to feel. At these times is when Masaki feels closer to being human, to love someone. When Kazunari looks him in the eyes and his breathing gets so hard.
“Move,” Kazunari whispers, thrusting his hips as much as he can with all the weight on top of him.
“I love you.”
“Of course you do. Move, now,” Kazunari mocks, pinching his thighs. “Okay—okay… I love you too.” Kazunari grunts.
Masaki smiles and starts rocking his hips. They aren’t capable of love, but they can imagine what it must feel because of their interactions with humans and the people who had claimed to love them. And it seems ridiculous for them to even think that they know how it is. Masaki’s movements gain speed steadily and Kazunari rolls his hips to meet Masaki’s’s body.
The bed is creaking so much with all their love-making that just for a second Kazunari wonders if the bed would break. He handles Masaki’s cock, squeezing and twisting his hand as he jerks him off. Masaki comes first; he’s dry when he does. He mostly is unless he’s fucking a woman. Then Kazunari fills him. They fall asleep between kisses.
The pink salon
Kazunari’s lounging in front of the sofa, the PS3 controller in his hands. When his phone rings, he almost feels tempted to ignore it. He’s grumpy since Masaki got the job at the soapland and he didn’t want to quit the job at the convenience store. He had said that the job at the store allowed him to meet sexually frustrated housewives and that might come handy if none of the ladies of the soapland wanted some extra service. And even more than that, if Masaki had money it’s easier to attract sinners.
Of course Kazunari understands all of it, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t lonely. He had done his homework out of pure boredom. Matsuyama-Sensei had been playing hard to get again. Kazunari suspects his wife has something to do with that. He knew it wouldn’t last, but he had wished to continue. He liked how the man treated him like a present or something corny like that.
He finally decides to pick up the phone, even if he doesn’t recognize the number.
“Ninomiya Kazunari?” the man’s voice questions.
“Yes, that’s me.” He answers, muting the television and using his shoulder to hold the phone against his ear.
“This is Kaname Jun from the ‘Rainbow’ maid café.” He announces and Kazunari makes a sound of interest without letting the game go, “I would like you to come to the café to talk to you, I have a proposition to make.”
“At what time?” Kazunari asks, trying not to let his excitement show.
“I’ll be here until nine, feel free to come as soon as you can. It’s not necessary to bring your clothes but if you have a wig you like, bring that with you, please?” The man says his goodbye before hanging up.
Kazunari runs to take a shower before packing his blonde wig in a bag and scribbling a message for Masaki, in case he arrives home before Kazunari’s through in the café. Then he bolts out the door. He’s so bored he would accept any reason to take him out of the house.
He asks for Kaname when he arrives at the café’s back door. The guard lets him in and guides him up a staircase to an office. Kazunari knocks on the door and a voice indicates him to come in. The man is one of the interviewers the last time he was there. He had thought that the man was attracted to him but soon realized that Kaname wasn’t interested in having sex, that his sin wasn’t lust, but greed. One other perk of being a demon is to be able to tell what made sinners tick.
After they exchange pleasantries, Kaname explains why he called. He thinks he’s right for the café while his partner isn’t all that sure. So if Kazunari accepts, Kaname will have him as an apprentice until he proves to the partner that he can do the Job perfectly.
“Will I be paid?” Kazunari asks, showing he knew business.
“Yes, but not as much as regulars and you get to keep your tips.” Kaname explains.
“I’ll do it, thanks for the opportunity.”
Kazunari meets Ohno Satoko. According to Kaname, she’s the best of the café, and the one to show Kazunari the ropes of the trade. She seems a little grumpy at first, but Kazunari notices that she’s also really sweet. Kaname parts from them and leaves Ohno to explain everything.
“We need to go to the stylist.” Ohno informs, guiding Kazunari through another hall with a door at the end. She knocks and calls, “Riisa-chan? I’m bringing you a costumer…”
The door opens to reveal a very pregnant girl with a pointed face and clever eyes. “Oh-chan? What’s up?” She questions before noticing the other person behind the waitress.
“I’m here to bring you another victim.” The man perks up at the sight.
“Oh…” She turns to see Kazunari and smiles. “You’re cute…”
“She’s Riisa-chan, the stylist around. She’s in charge of our outfits.” Ohno introduces her as she steps away from the door to let them come in.
“I’m the one who’ll make you cry if you can’t do your mascara properly.” She nods, closing the door behind them. “Strip to your underwear.”
She examines Kazunari for a while after he takes his clothes off, then she starts moving the stacks of clothes while directing him to wear the wig he had brought with him. “Oh that’s nice, at least you have good taste.” She praises and hands him a pair of thigh-high white stockings with red frills on the edge. Then she gives him a petticoat and Satoko helps him with that. It is short, and he’s glad he’s wearing jockeys, though he should probably wear more girly underwear. He hadn’t thought he would start working then.
Finally she hands him a blood red dress with a white apron and white frills. He’s looking very much like the queen of hearts, he guesses. She walks around him examining him and arranging one thing or another, “Can you do your make up, or should I do it for you?”
“I can do it.” Kazunari answers, going to his bag and pulling the brand new makeup bag Masaki had bought for him. He starts applying it to his face in front of the mirror Riisa points to.
“You do this a lot?” Satoko asks as she puts her hand to Riisa’s baby bump.
“Mh…” Kazunari hums avoiding the question.
When Kazunari finally turns around and let Riisa look at him closely, Satoko chuckles, “She kind of looks like you Riisa-chan…”
The stylist furrows her brows and then smiles, “I guess she does. What do you think?”
“Gorgeous.” Satoko states in a deadpan manner.
“I’m such a genius, I know” Riisa sighs.
“C’mon Kazunari-chan, let’s get you introduced with the rest of the staff and some costumers. You don’t have to service anyone tonight. Let’s just say hello and see how you feel, okay?” Satoko informs as she moves towards the door.
“Great.” Kazunari’s starting to feel excited and optimistic.
He’s introduced to the bar-keep, a cheery girl named Becky, who made non-alcoholic cocktails or just barely alcoholic mixes for the workers so they wouldn’t get too smashed during work hours.
Then he is introduced to the other maids and their clients. They enter a booth where there is a maid dressed in baby blue with a pleasant smile. She seems short, though she is sitting in a way so that her very nice legs are on the lap of his client.
The client looks up smiling. He has the most beautiful eyes and ripe cherry lips. “Shoko-chan, Sho-chan,” Satoko addressed them. “This is Kazue-chan. she’s going to be working here and I’m showing her around.”
“Please take care of me.” Kazunari says, politely bowing low.
“Nice to meet you, Kazue-chan.” Shoko responds, also politely.
“Wow, what a cutie.” The client sniggers. “I might request you when you’re working regularly.”
“You’re mean…” Shoko complains, slapping his shoulder, albeit jokingly.
“You’re still one of my favorites.”
“You’re the worst, Sakurai-san.” She pouts and then Satoko proceeds to excuse both of them and get ready to go to the next booth.
When Kazunari turns to leave, he’s sure he just saw something weird in the way the client looked at him, but when he turns to look properly, he sees the man’s hand slip up Shoko’s thigh.
Masaki is home when Kazunari finally makes it back. He’s in the tub and Kazunari undresses before joining him, lying on top of the other demon. Masaki wraps his arms around Kazunari and asks him how his day was.
Part 2
lysanderpuckFrom:
alexxasickTitle: Demonology
Pairing/Focus: Nino/Aiba
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: tons of sex, a tiny little bit of Het, rimming, a tiny bit of BDSM splashed here and there. Cross-dressing, mentions of prostitution… slightly dark
Summary: Running away from their nature, demons find a respite
Notes: I’m really sorry to everyone I bothered!! Thanks to my beta for her infinite patience. To my recipient I tried hard to use all the information I got, xD I dunno if I succeeded, I hope I did
Demonology
The teacher
He is waiting by the school gate; he doesn’t want witnesses for what he hoped that would happen next. It always works better if people—that he didn’t like to call his victims, but that that was exactly what they were—thought that nobody saw them together.
He’s been attending that school for a few weeks. He always knows where to find them, the perverts. It’s One of the perks of being him. Some of them were actually fighting against their nature, some just gave into it. His job was just to tip them over the edge and collect the rewards.
The man he was waiting for walked out the school gates and he almost missed him.
“Sensei!” He yells, running after him, changing his face to the most innocent he could pull off. “Matsuyama- Sensei!” The teacher is walking too damn fast with his long legs and his arms full of the props he had used for his last lesson.
“Oh, Ninomiya-kun. What’s going on?” The teacher asks with that gentle smile of his.
“The test is on Monday, right?” He asks, biting his lip nervously. He isn’t nervous. He isn’t sure he even knows what feeling nervous is, but he knows nervous and innocent were what the perverts want, especially the ones that don’t consider themselves perverted.
“That’s right, Ninomiya-kun.” He states, handing Kazunari one of the bags he’s holding. “Help me bring these to my car, please.”
“I don’t understand anything! You’re so advanced in this school! I will never catch up!” Kazunari expresses with certain desperation in his voice. The desperation is real, he hadn’t fed in the longest time and he needs to speed up the process. But that is about all that’s real about this act. He understands, maybe even before humans did. It had been so long, though, and his memories were sort of fuzzy now.
“Don’t worry, Ninomiya-kun. Do you have time?” Matsuyama inquiries as they get into the parking lot.
“Yes, Sensei. I don’t want to disappoint my brother. I always have time for improving my grades!” Kazunari explains, still in the anxious side. His ‘brother’, though, would be more disappointed over failing the deed. And he would ace that test if he stayed enough in this school to even take said test.
“Mmhh,” Matsuyama hums while he opens the trunk of the car, and placing all the things both himself and the ‘student’ had in their arms. He seems to be considering something. “You can come by my place this evening. My wife is taking our son to her parents’, so we might have solid two or three hours to work. Is that okay with you?”
Kazunari smiles and nods, “Really?! Thank you! Thank you! What’s your address, Sensei!?” He requests, keeping his nervous, innocent act on.
His ‘brother’ is in the bathtub when he arrives home. In this life, they are playing half-brothers. He picked the name Ninomiya Kazunari and his ‘brother’ picked, Aiba Masaki. Kazunari takes off his uniform as Masaki looks at him hopefully but quickly turns away in disappointment.
“I’m sorry, he was in a hurry.” Kazunari informs softly as he steps into the tub, Masaki shifting to make space for him.
“I’m burning up.” Masaki grits between his teeth.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, reaching to touch his face that is indeed hot as hell.
“Not your fault. I know you’re doing what you can.” Masaki leans to his touch and lets him lie on top of him.
“He said I could go to his house for tutoring after 6, and you, nii-chan, are taking me.” Kazunari whispers into his ear.
“Mmhh… I think not. I’m not even seeing straight.” Masaki grunts, pushing his lips to touch the other’s temple.
“I’ll drive, I just want you to stay close. When you’re close you start feeling better, don’t you?” Kazunari lifts his upper body until he could see into his brother’s eyes.
“I do. Let’s do that.” Masaki murmurs moving his hand to caress Kazunari at least for a moment.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Shh…”
Kazunari parks the jeep around the corner while Masaki is lying on the backseat. He had been barely conscious while they were getting dressed and he passed out as Kazunari drove. Kazunari is tempted to give his ‘brother’ a kiss but he decides against it, grabbing his school bag and walking the rest of the way to the house.
The plaque on the front of the building has several names written, but Kazunari locates “Matsuyama” quickly and pushes the button. The teacher’s voice comes clear, asking who it is.
His wife is still in the apartment when Kazunari gets there. A baby is in her high chair, and Mrs. Matsuyama is beautiful and tall like her husband. He hates this, to have to do any of what he is planning to do, but Masaki is in bad shape and Kazunari is the only one who can fix him. She offers some refreshments before taking the big diaper bag and the baby with her.
For the first half-hour Kazunari plays dumb, reveling in the attention, casting his net. After that, he begins with the light touches, on his arm, and on his leg. Kazunari is able to smell Matsuyama getting bothered by his closeness.
“I’ll never get it!” Kazunari exclaims, leaning back. They are working on the living room table, sitting in front of the sofa, so his back hits the sofa as he drops his head on the seat.
“Don’t say that, Ninomiya-kun… don’t give up yet.” Matsuyama leans back too, but just to be able to watch. Kazunari is very aware that he is being observed.
“Don’t look at me like that, Matsuyama- Sensei. I’ll start thinking that you like me.” Kazunari finally attacks, not finding in himself to stall anymore.
He is not feeling Masaki in the back of his mind as usual, and that is making him feel way past desperate, so he concentrates into pulling the big guns to get the man to do what Kazunari needs from him.
“I—why would you say something like that?” The teacher probes, standing up and taking both glasses from the table. “Do you want some more lemonade?”
Kazunari stands up and walks behind the teacher, “Maybe because I’ve been watching you, Sensei.”
Matsuyama doesn’t say anything as he places the glasses on the table then walks towards the fridge. But he doesn’t open it because Kazunari is there, crowding him with his brown gentle eyes and pouty mouth glistening with saliva.” You are just a kid,” the teacher mumbles, not doing a thing to prevent Kazunari pressing himself against his body.
“Mhhh, and yet I know what I’m doing.” Kazunari rolls his hips, rubbing his crotch against the teacher’s leg.
“My wife…” Matsuyama tries to tell him, but Kazunari knows he had already won, because the teacher’s arms are circling his slighter shoulders, holding him back.
“She won’t know, Sensei, how could she?” His ‘student’ tells him, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck.
Matsuyama seems to be about to say something else, but Kazunari doesn’t let him. He stands on his toes and presses his lips to his teacher’s mouth. Kazunari slowly feels the man responding to it. Matsuyama starts pushing him towards the table and helps him onto it. Kazunari wraps his legs around the teacher’s body, pulling him closer.
The man is already hard, or getting hard, Kazunari can feel it through his jeans while the teacher rocks his hips against him. He reaches to palm the hard cock, obtaining a gasp and a shiver as response.
Kazunari wonders why it was that even now, even after all those years and all those people, it still feels good. The way Matsuyama’s fingers trail his back and fondle his buttocks, or the way he is curled around the taller, broader man’s body or the way the teacher’s tongue explores inside his mouth.
His hands had always been small and that was good, because men liked that whatever he was handling looked big in them, and those same hands slither inside Matsuyama’s slacks, making him become even more eager.
That’s the moment Kazunari starts to feel Masaki again, stirring into consciousness, and the sole presence of his partner is encouraging Kazunari to drive the teacher mad a little at a time.
“Are you a virgin?” Matsuyama queries in a ragged voice.
He considers lying, saying yes, but his instincts are driving Kazunari to lie in a different way and he shakes his head in a negative answer.
“Have you had sex with many?” The teacher continues his questioning, when Kazunari answers a negative again, he is asked, “Who?”
“My physical education instructor in my previous school and Masaki…” Kazunari groans as his t-shirt is thrown aside.
“Masaki? Your own brother?!” The teacher exclaims, pushing Kazunari aside to look at him with preoccupied eyes. “Did he force himself on you?” Kazunari sees through the fake concern; he can smell how much more aroused the teacher has become.
“No, I… asked him to…” Kazunari shivers, his hands working Matsuyama’s clothes open.
“You are a sex-starved little imp, aren’t you?” The teacher says, and Kazunari smiles enticingly. “Yeah you are…”
The supposed student doesn’t answer, just leans back on the table biting his lip, letting his teacher draw his own conclusions, also getting some amusement in how well-phrased it was when his teacher said ‘starved’.
Matsuyama steps back, unwrapping himself from his ‘student’s’ legs. The boy is licking his lips, already savoring what is to come. Pun totally intended, Kazunari smiles at his own joke, letting the teacher stare.
The man turns Kazunari around, finally pulling the baggy pants off; he almost feels bad when he’s forced to face the baby chair. His butt is on the air now, and the teacher seems to be reveling in pinching his skin and squeezing him.
“Do you play with yourself a lot?” Matsuyama asks, his fingers ghosting over his back and going back to fondling his asscheeks, not nearing his hole.
“What’s a lot?” The ‘student’ retorts, shifting on the table to be a little more comfortable.
“Have you done it at school?” Matsuyama inquires before he put his lips to Kazunari’s thigh, tracing up to his butt.
“Yes,” Kazunari answers with ragged breath.
“Where?”
“Once under my desk looking at your ass…” Kazunari lets out in a single breath like he wouldn’t be able to speak otherwise, “A bunch of times in the bathroom…”
“You are a horny kid, aren’t you?” Matsuyama groans, finally touching Kazunari’s hole. “Did you really have problems with school?”
“None at all…” Kazunari grins with a gasp as his teacher’s finger prods into him gently.
“You’re such a tease…” The teacher seems annoyed as he slapsKazunari’s butt and retreats all together.
The ‘student’ is about to whine and protest when he realizes the teacher is opening a drawer and pulling out a condom and some lubricant.
“Missus likes it in the kitchen, huh?” Kazunari questions, pulling his legs further apart.
“No—but I do.” Matsuyama informs.
Seeing the condom makes Kazunari worry but immediately he forms a plan, a plan that might have been thought by Masaki and not him. Sometimes it happened, especially when they were starved.
The teacher comes back pushing one lubed finger inside Kazunari, who moans.
“Do you finger yourself when you jerk off?” The teacher enquires moving his finger in and out.
“When I’m at home, I do.” He responds, pushing back to get more of the finger. “But Sensei’s hands feel awesome…” the man chuckles and Kazunari adds, “Just put it in Sensei, I need it—I need it now!”
“I don’t wanna hurt you, horny little imp,” Matsuyama announces.
“You won’t—I am ready, I know I am…” Kazunari begs.
“Okay….” Matsuyama agrees, pulling back and taking the condom.
“Wanna see a neat trick?” Kazunari intervenes right there, taking the condom from Matsuyama’s hand. The teacher smiles with some confusion but nods.
Without taking his eyes from Matsuyama’s, Kazunari tears the packet open and puts the condom between his lips, kneeling in front of the man and biting the latex to breach it before rolling the condom and deep throating him. Not being human meant he had no gag reflex. After the condom is in place Kazunari bobs his head twice before separating from Matsuyama and looking at him. He tries to look a little smug when he was actually more than a little smug about the trick.
Matsuyama looks dazed enough to not notice the condom is damaged. He just pulls Kazunari up from the floor and kisses him. Kazunari leans back on the table again, circling Matsuyama with his legs, working his hand to guide the man’s dick into himself.
“So desperate…”Is Matsuyama’s only comment before he pushes into the willing body.
It is amazing, feeling like this after so long. They hadn’t fed since before they came to this city two months ago. They had been trying to keep a low profile after all…Kazunari reaches to circle Matsuyama’s body under his armpits and scratch his back, knowing that the action will make the teacher fuck him harder.
When Matsuyama starts losing it, he strokes Kazunari’s cock. Kazunari came first, tightening his ass around the teacher, milking his orgasm as much as he could. When the high starts waning the teacher kisses him in a way that is surprisingly sweet. More than a couple of minutes pass before his teacher notices the clock and starts cleaning around. Kazunari who needs to use the toilet excuses himself. He uses the time to wash off the saliva and the other’s sweat and to arrange his clothes again.
As if on cue, when Kazunari is walking out of the toilet room, the doorbell rings. He hears Matsuyama answering.
“I’m Aiba, I’m here for my brother Kazunari?” Masaki’s voice comes through the interphone.
Kazunari is glad, he had never been good with the after-fucking.
“He’ll go down in a minute.” Matsuyama informs, turning to face Kazunari.
The supposed student takes a couple of minutes to gather his stuff from the living room.
“You won’t tell, right?” Matsuyama asks as they stand by the door awkwardly.
This would become a good source of sustenance for them, so Kazunari smiles and stands on his toes to be able to kiss him on the lips, “I would very much like you to fuck me again, Sensei, and I wouldn’t achieve that if I did.” He whispers before sliding into his sneakers and receiving one last peck to his lips before saying good-bye.
The Blow Job in the Jeep
Kazunari rides the elevator down, feeling the high of the feeding. The energy pumping in what he assumes are his veins, if things like him ever had any.
He names themselves things because he doesn’t like to think about what he actually is: a demon. He and Masaki had been created as one, so they might be called brothers, but there was no such thing in hell. That’s why they could feel each other at the back of their heads and sometimes even communicate without talking. Lucifer had created them in the hopes of infecting humankind, and in the beginning there were thousands of demons like Kazunari and Aiba. Now there are days when they think they’re the last ones left.
They had been eliminated gradually over the centuries, since the offspring they conceived weren’t what they were expecting and both heaven and hell were afraid of them. With Free will like a human, powerful, almost like angels: a cambion. They had been hunted by all three sides, (the heaven faction, the other demons, of course, the human hunters), so they had to keep hidden to be able to survive.
With these thoughts about their past, Kazunari steps out of the elevator at the same time Mrs. Matsuyama enters the building. He gives her an innocent wave as he walks out. The vintage Jeep is waiting outside. Masaki is in the driver’s seat, looking better than he had all week.
When Kazunari climbs into the vehicle’s passenger seat, he can feel the want. Not his own though, but Masaki’s, who barely acknowledges him and starts driving just as the door closes. They aren’t even three blocks away when Masaki stops the Jeep in a dark alley.
“I’m sorry, I cannot wait any longer,” Masaki grunts as he undoes his seatbelt. Kazunari knows, so he just unbuckles his own to meet the other man halfway in a kiss. It always feels good, but being starved makes everything feel even better. Masaki’s hands unfasten Kazunari’s pants and pulls his cock out, repeating how much he needs it now and apologizing profusely.
Masaki’s lips find the tip of Kazunari’s cock quickly, sucking it softly. Kazunari helps by lifting his hips and lowering his pants so Masaki is even freer to maneuver with his hands and fondle his balls. It all happens sloppily, to say the least. But Kazunari understands, he’s feeling the same way, just before Matsuyama. And now he’s feeling it again because it isn’t really over until Masaki could get rid of the seed.
The slurping sounds are growing obscene and Kazunari wants to moan, but he doesn’t. He’s still aware that they are in the Jeep in the streets, even if he doesn’t know exactly which. It isn’t long before he’s ready to go. Masaki is so good at this, at knowing what Kazunari needs and how he has to give it to him.
Kazunari comes and Masaki drinks it all, sucking him dry. Masaki pulls up from the other’s lap just in time for a young couple to notice them in the car while they turned the corner. Now that the sense of hastiness has passed, they are both aware that the alley isn’t as dark as they first thought and that they had endangered themselves. The couple chats softly and giggles when they catch the drift of what had happened in the car.
“I’m going to drive to a club, then you can drive home. I’ll be there by the morning.” Masaki grunts while he turns the engine on.
“I wish I could watch…” Kazunari wishes as he pulls his pants up.
“I’d like you to be there with me too.” Masaki explains as they come to a stop at a red light, “But you know how people are about these things…”
“Yes, I know.” Kazunari reaches to the other seat and puts his hand on Masaki’s knee.
“I’ll try to bring her to the apartment. It feels good when I’m close, doesn’t it?” Masaki asks, patting the hand on his knee putting it back on the steering wheel.
Kazunari smiled, nodding.
The girl from the club
The dark augments the noises. The cars downstairs, the people commuting… and of course, Masaki sticking the key in the lock and turning it around. When they were created, they weren’t equipped with super-hearing or a heightened sense of smell like the others like them; the only ability they had was the instinctive knowledge about what made people horny, what they needed to say, what they needed to do or the role that the people needed them to play.
Kazunari hears a girl giggle and Masaki shushes her as he closes the door. If he puts his mind into it, he might even feel some of what his ‘brother’ is feeling. Like how she is rubbing him through his pants. If he would have been able to see he’d feel more, but this would have to suffice.
Closing his eyes, Kazunari concentrates in the way she scrapes her teeth on Masaki’s throat as he pushes her around the apartment to bring her to the bed and lay her down. Her body feels petite under Masaki and she is shivering and rocking her body to feel more of him. Kazunari touches his own chest, aware that Masaki is doing the same with her.
Sometimes, he imagined he was Masaki, making love to their supple bodies, with the round breasts and all the wetness. Other times Kazunari liked to think of himself as the recipient of Masaki’s ministrations, to remember the long bony fingers on his skin.
Quivering when he feels her touching Masaki’s member, Kazunari groans, reaching to touch his own. Demons don’t come, not as humans do; they have to wait until the best moment, when they have the most probability of impregnating their mark. Kazunari, of course, will only feel the remnants of Masaki’s orgasm, his pleasure would not be as great as having the sperm inside or the way it feels to give it to his other half. But there was pleasure to be had.
This girl needs time, Kazunari knows it. The same way he knows what turns Matsuyama on, or which school he had to get into to find the pervert. He knows Masaki has to work for her pleasure, and that he had to keep the promise he made when she was tempted into giving him her virginity.
But they shall not produce heirs this time; they learned that they could use condoms and still be able to feed. Why couldn’t it be easier, like humans? It’s something that Kazunari asks himself each time, but as usual he has no answer so he forces his mind to stop, trying to focus his mind to the feeling of Masaki dipping his tongue into the girl’s sex. He has never tasted a girl, except when he kissed Masaki afterwards.
She moans and this time Kazunari doesn’t need his link with Masaki to hear her. Then he knows Masaki whispers in her ear that she should keep quiet because his little brother is sleeping next door. That makes her louder, somehow. But it’s not a surprise since they always know what to say, what to do. Kazunari feels Masaki rip a condom packet. Putting it on before complying when she starts to beg for it.
He’s doing it slow; Masaki is driving her into oblivion. Kazunari can imagine her under Masaki, pressing her thighs to Masaki’s neck without wanting to. Her body taking over her mind with pleasure.
Kazunari feels them come and he feels satisfied, the same way humans feel after a good meal. She lingers and for a moment Kazunari is afraid that she’s going to stay. But after a few kisses and some promises, they both aren’t going to keep she asks him if she can use the shower.
She takes her time but she finally leaves and Kazunari rushes to Masaki’s bed. They had tried to be apart about a century or so ago but they didn’t last even a month. The only way they could describe the feeling of being separated was saying that they were “so fucking incomplete” while they were apart. Even if they agreed to get together to feed once a month, they were unable to stop the emptiness of being apart. After a hunter almost had Masaki, they both agreed to never be apart again.
Kazunari lets Masaki wrap him in his arms as they fall asleep. Not that they needed it, but they could pretend they could dream, like humans did.
The teacher II
Three weeks after the last time they fed, they are starting to feel weak once more. But Masaki doesn’t want to risk it. Matsuyama- Sensei had been careful about not approaching Kazunari too much, though he doesn’t keep his eyes off him when he thinks no one is looking. Kazunari knows it’s a matter of time. His classmates are all pretty normal guys, and the girls… he just wasn’t interested. He had held an interview a couple of weeks ago for a job at a pink salon disguised as a maid café. He and Aiba had even spent the last of the money they had for living expenses in a dress for the audition. But they haven’t called Kazunari back yet.
Masaki is now working in a convenience store and trying to get work in a soapland, a fifth rate establishment one step that specialized in servicing women with everything but sexual intercourse. The convenience store was enough to pay for their expenses. The place they were renting was small. They didn’t feel hot or cold so they never turned on the heat or the A/C. They don’t need food, but sometimes they buy some anyway if they thought they were going to have visitors. They didn’t really need to bathe or shower, because they smell as the humans like them to smell, and to every one of them, they smelled different. But they actually enjoyed taking them, so once in a while they did take long baths or showers. Masaki was particularly fond of the bath when he started to feel feverish after not feeding for a long while.
It’s Kazunari’s turn to clean the classroom. His teacher is organizing some things in the desk drawers. Kazunari’s classmates have been scurrying out one by one, going unnoticed by the teacher. But Kazunari has prepared the scenario, he doesn’t want Masaki to suffer again because he couldn‘t close the deal sooner. So he had told his classmates that he needed to be alone with the teacher so he could distract him and steal the second partial exam of the semester, and the guys fell for it.
Matsuyama doesn’t notice when his students started darting out of the classroom, or that he is now alone with the student he had been avoiding for a while. He doesn’t notice the predatory look in his student’s eyes or the moment Kazunari approached him. So the teacher is startled when he feels the student hop on the desk, just above the drawer he had been organizing.
“Is Sensei mad at me?” Kazunari asks, a stick of Pocky casually hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t like sweets, but he needed to attract Matsuyama’s attention to his mouth.
Matsuyama looks around with a slightly concerned face before answering, “We are in school grounds, Ninomiya-kun.” His voice sounded husky but soft, so it wouldn’t be heard if anyone was still around.
“My brother is working ‘til midnight…” Kazunari whispers, his white socked foot tracing his teacher’s knee up to his thigh.
“You’re really having trouble with those equations, aren’t you?” Matsuyama inquires a little louder, casually. His eyes growing sly as he leaned back to let Kazunari reach his crotch with his foot.
“I am, Matsuyama- Sensei.” Kazunari informs pressing his foot against the other man’s crotch, reveling in the shiver he provokes.
“Okay, I guess it can’t be helped, I’ll take you home and tutor you some more.” The teacher notifies pushing Kazunari’s foot gently away.
“Thank you, Sensei…” Kazunari singsongs as he offers the stick of Pocky to the teacher. Matsuyama leans forward and takes it in his mouth. Kazunari then jumps off the desk with a smug smile.
He doesn’t even look for the exam. The guys’ sins weren’t lust, they were sloth, and they must confront the consequences of their acts. He busies himself with finishing the chores before they walk out of the school gates together.
Kazunari reaches his hand over the handbrake, placing his right hand on Matsuyama’s thigh as they wait for the green light. The teacher starts but he doesn’t react otherwise. Kazunari interprets it as permission to rub his fingers over the front of his teacher’s pants. This action isn’t unwelcomed either.
“I want you to fuck me hard, Sensei.” Kazunari mutters as he tightens his grip on the growing cock under the fabric of the dressy slacks.
“You’re just a cock-hungry little demon…” Matsuyama groans, gripping the steering wheel tighter. For a moment Kazunari is taken aback, but he manages to not let the teacher know how much his words had affected him.
“I am.” Kazunari lets him know, though he is sure the teacher doesn’t know how right he is, “Right now, only for yours, Sensei.”
Masaki and Kazunari had picked this apartment because the parking lot led directly to the partly concealed staircase that led to the higher floors. It was easier if they got patrons with cars. No uncomfortable looks for them and most people wouldn’t notice so much the parade of lovers they are expecting to be bringing there. Kazunari leads the teacher to the third floor; their apartment is the fourth one down and he opens the lock. Matsuyama is acting all professional even if the tent on the front of his pants isn’t discreet at all.
Their entrance to the apartment is devoid of passion. It’s totally ordinary until they reach the kitchen/living room/dining room area. Kazunari stands right in front of the teacher and once again stands on his tiptoes to be able to reach the man’s lips and deposit a shy peck on them.
“Bed?” The student suggests in a small voice.
“Which one is yours?” Matsuyama questions, gesturing towards the doors.
Smiling, Kazunari takes his teacher’s hand and leads him towards his room, the one at the end. His bed is unmade and there are magazines and stuff all over the floor. It seems like any other teenage boy’s room. The teacher smiles and lets his student push him to take a seat on the bed. Kazunari straddles his lap.
“God, Ninomiya-kun. You smell so nice.” The teacher grunts before diving his face into his neck, grazing his skin with mouth and teeth.
“Mhhh… Sensei… Call me Kazunari, please…” he requests, grinding his hips down Matsuyama’s crotch.
“Kazunari, take your clothes off…” The teacher commands and Kazunari’s body tingles with eagerness.
The demon steals one more kiss, this time deeper and longer, from the teacher before standing up. Kazunari pulls his blazer off and hangs it onto a hook, pulling his tie next and undoing his shirt. The teacher leans back, amused by the movements of his student when he unbuckles the belt and the school slacks fall on their own, pooling around the ankles. Kazunari steps out of them and tries to approach the teacher, but he is stopped. “Take your underwear and socks off too,” he is ordered.
Kazunari smiles and manages a little blush while he pulls the fabric from his body. The teacher seems pleased, and this time when Kazunari tries to approach, Matsuyama lets him. They kiss for a long time, like Matsuyama doesn’t have a wife he has to be with soon.
“Prepare my ass, Matsuyama-Sensei, I need your cock…” Kazunari moans, directing the teacher’s hand towards his butt, carefully avoiding rubbing his leaking dick on Matsuyama’s clothes. If the wife suspected something they might be putting their supply in danger, so he didn’t want to leave a trace of their activities.
“I love the way you tremble just thinking about having my cock up your hole.” The teacher moans, turning them both to their sides. Kazunari wiggled as he retrieved a bottle of lube and put it on the man’s hand.
“Please,” Kazunari begs between kisses.
“Okay, on your hands and knees.” The teacher directs and proceeds to position himself behind the student.
At first Matsuyama only fondles his buttocks like the first time on his kitchen, but then the teacher places a wet kiss on Kazunari’s left butt-cheek, making him shiver.
“Please,” he begs as the teacher sucks on different patches of his pale skin. “Please…” he repeats, but he’s not really begging for anything and it makes him moan when the man spreads his cheeks and licks from his tailbone to his balls, and back.
“Look at that… your whole skin flushed…” Matsuyama notes, stepping back for a short while before returning his mouth to pay attention to the dark hole.
Kazunari’s left hand moved to stroke the harder than ever cock between his own legs but the teacher swats him away, still circling his anus with his tongue. “Please” he whines yet again, and this time he gets what he’s begging for when Matsuyama’s tongue prods inside him.
Please.
A finger makes its way inside Kazunari and his pleas start to sound like a mantra. He tries to grab his dick one more time but he’s stopped, “Try that one more time and suffer the consequences…” Matsuyama informs him, biting his buttocks in between his words.
The warning, instead of preventing Kazunari from doing it again, makes him want to know what the consequences are. So handling his own cock becomes the only thing he wants to do apart from feeling his teacher slide another finger inside of his ass. He wants to speed it up, to have Sensei inside right now, but he also knows that this time is different from the last. That now, his teacher needs this to last.
Kazunari hasn’t forgotten what the teacher said; he wants to push whatever boundary the man has set for him. So he reaches down for a third time, and when his hand closes around his shaft, Kazunari is a little disappointed when nothing happens. He doesn’t have time to think before both of his arms are pulled behind his back and tied up with the tie he had made a show of throwing to the floor. His ass stings because of the rapid movement Matsuyama is making to tie his elbows together, and it hurts.
“Sensei!” he cries, trying to flex his arms, “Please…”
“I told you not to, didn’t I?” Matsuyama asks as he pours some more lubricant into Kazunari’s butt crack and shoves three fingers inside of him.
Kazunari cries out loud, wondering if their neighbors could hear. He didn’t think that through, maybe Masaki—his train of thought is cut by his teacher now biting his skin in various places.
“Can I?” Matsuyama asks and Kazunari nods eagerly, it’s not like the bruises will remain. The pain sinks by his hip as the teacher’s teeth sink into it. He screams louder, loving the pain, all of it.
“Fuck me, please, fuck me…” Kazunari’s mantra changes, wiggling his hips to dislodge the fingers, just to feel them shoved in again. He isn’t able to think past the bites along different parts of his body and the way he’s being finger-fucked.
Kazunari’s body reacts instinctively when Matsuyama lifts him to shift his weight to his knees. He shivers violently when he’s lifted and pushed down on the teacher’s cock. He’s glad the teacher is so horny that he skirted the safe sex. He wants to have something to hold on to, but the way his hands are tied up to his elbows make it impossible to clutch anything. Matsuyama leans back and Kazunari is tucked against his chest. The cock is buried deep inside him and all he wants is to move. But the position he is in makes it virtually impossible without some kind of leverage.
“Does it feel good?” Matsuyama inquires holding him while he thrusts his hips slowly.
“Yes!” Kazunari responds, rolling his own hips now that he’s being held. “Harder.” He begs but the teacher only chuckles, stilling his movements and stilling Kazunari’s, “No, n—Don’t stop…”
After chuckling once more, Matsuyama starts moving again, shifting their position enough to bounce Kazunari on his dick. Kazunari’s mind is starting to white out when the teacher pushes him away and turns him on the bed. His legs are in the air and his cock is leaking precum onto his belly.
“This is so hot.” The teacher mumbles before pulling him by the ankles and entering him again in one swift motion. Kazunari yells again. He opens his eyes and sees Matsuyama looking back at him with an intense stare. He realizes how much the man likes it when Kazunari is staring, so he keeps doing it. The man speeds up and finally comes inside Kazunari.
“Touch me Sensei… please, touch me…” Kazunari begs, feeling the cock slip out of him.
Matsuyama looks at him dazedly for a while, like mocking his urgency and reveling him in his impatience. Kazunari doesn’t wait long before the teacher lowers his head and body to suck on his cock. He comes fast. He has been ready to come just from the fingers and this had just been perfect.
They manage to fit on the single bed and they kiss over and over. then the teacher asks him if he can use the bathroom. Kazunari joins him and gets fucked again against the cool tile of the shower wall.
Matsuyama kisses him again before leaving, already fumbling with his phone to call his wife and make up some excuse on why he was so late.
Masaki enters his room to find Kazunari naked on his bed. He can see the bite marks on his shoulders and the burns around his forearms. He’s stroking his cock and looking at him intently. Masaki takes more time to react than he does getting naked and into the bed with Kazunari.
“Who?” Masaki questions between kisses.
“My teacher…” Kazunari answers, kneading the buttocks of his fellow demon.
“Again?” Masaki moans, stilling to let Kazunari do whatever he wants.
“Twice.” The slighter demon swipes his fingers over Masaki’s ass crack feeling him quiver in his arms. “I’m going to fill you up really good…”
Masaki groans, pushing his hips towards the fingers that are teasing his entrance. Kazunari dips his forefinger into the anus, and his other half shivers busying his mouth on Kazunari’s collarbone.
Kazunari struggles underneath Masaki so he can reach the lubricant. When Kazunari finally grasps the lube bottle, the preparation is smooth. Both are used to this after all.
Masaki takes the lead after a while, pushing Kazunari down and straddling him, taking the cock in his hand and lowering his ass over it until it’s buried to the hilt. Masaki stills, feeling the other demon inside, fighting the impulse to start riding, to feel, just to feel. At these times is when Masaki feels closer to being human, to love someone. When Kazunari looks him in the eyes and his breathing gets so hard.
“Move,” Kazunari whispers, thrusting his hips as much as he can with all the weight on top of him.
“I love you.”
“Of course you do. Move, now,” Kazunari mocks, pinching his thighs. “Okay—okay… I love you too.” Kazunari grunts.
Masaki smiles and starts rocking his hips. They aren’t capable of love, but they can imagine what it must feel because of their interactions with humans and the people who had claimed to love them. And it seems ridiculous for them to even think that they know how it is. Masaki’s movements gain speed steadily and Kazunari rolls his hips to meet Masaki’s’s body.
The bed is creaking so much with all their love-making that just for a second Kazunari wonders if the bed would break. He handles Masaki’s cock, squeezing and twisting his hand as he jerks him off. Masaki comes first; he’s dry when he does. He mostly is unless he’s fucking a woman. Then Kazunari fills him. They fall asleep between kisses.
The pink salon
Kazunari’s lounging in front of the sofa, the PS3 controller in his hands. When his phone rings, he almost feels tempted to ignore it. He’s grumpy since Masaki got the job at the soapland and he didn’t want to quit the job at the convenience store. He had said that the job at the store allowed him to meet sexually frustrated housewives and that might come handy if none of the ladies of the soapland wanted some extra service. And even more than that, if Masaki had money it’s easier to attract sinners.
Of course Kazunari understands all of it, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t lonely. He had done his homework out of pure boredom. Matsuyama-Sensei had been playing hard to get again. Kazunari suspects his wife has something to do with that. He knew it wouldn’t last, but he had wished to continue. He liked how the man treated him like a present or something corny like that.
He finally decides to pick up the phone, even if he doesn’t recognize the number.
“Ninomiya Kazunari?” the man’s voice questions.
“Yes, that’s me.” He answers, muting the television and using his shoulder to hold the phone against his ear.
“This is Kaname Jun from the ‘Rainbow’ maid café.” He announces and Kazunari makes a sound of interest without letting the game go, “I would like you to come to the café to talk to you, I have a proposition to make.”
“At what time?” Kazunari asks, trying not to let his excitement show.
“I’ll be here until nine, feel free to come as soon as you can. It’s not necessary to bring your clothes but if you have a wig you like, bring that with you, please?” The man says his goodbye before hanging up.
Kazunari runs to take a shower before packing his blonde wig in a bag and scribbling a message for Masaki, in case he arrives home before Kazunari’s through in the café. Then he bolts out the door. He’s so bored he would accept any reason to take him out of the house.
He asks for Kaname when he arrives at the café’s back door. The guard lets him in and guides him up a staircase to an office. Kazunari knocks on the door and a voice indicates him to come in. The man is one of the interviewers the last time he was there. He had thought that the man was attracted to him but soon realized that Kaname wasn’t interested in having sex, that his sin wasn’t lust, but greed. One other perk of being a demon is to be able to tell what made sinners tick.
After they exchange pleasantries, Kaname explains why he called. He thinks he’s right for the café while his partner isn’t all that sure. So if Kazunari accepts, Kaname will have him as an apprentice until he proves to the partner that he can do the Job perfectly.
“Will I be paid?” Kazunari asks, showing he knew business.
“Yes, but not as much as regulars and you get to keep your tips.” Kaname explains.
“I’ll do it, thanks for the opportunity.”
Kazunari meets Ohno Satoko. According to Kaname, she’s the best of the café, and the one to show Kazunari the ropes of the trade. She seems a little grumpy at first, but Kazunari notices that she’s also really sweet. Kaname parts from them and leaves Ohno to explain everything.
“We need to go to the stylist.” Ohno informs, guiding Kazunari through another hall with a door at the end. She knocks and calls, “Riisa-chan? I’m bringing you a costumer…”
The door opens to reveal a very pregnant girl with a pointed face and clever eyes. “Oh-chan? What’s up?” She questions before noticing the other person behind the waitress.
“I’m here to bring you another victim.” The man perks up at the sight.
“Oh…” She turns to see Kazunari and smiles. “You’re cute…”
“She’s Riisa-chan, the stylist around. She’s in charge of our outfits.” Ohno introduces her as she steps away from the door to let them come in.
“I’m the one who’ll make you cry if you can’t do your mascara properly.” She nods, closing the door behind them. “Strip to your underwear.”
She examines Kazunari for a while after he takes his clothes off, then she starts moving the stacks of clothes while directing him to wear the wig he had brought with him. “Oh that’s nice, at least you have good taste.” She praises and hands him a pair of thigh-high white stockings with red frills on the edge. Then she gives him a petticoat and Satoko helps him with that. It is short, and he’s glad he’s wearing jockeys, though he should probably wear more girly underwear. He hadn’t thought he would start working then.
Finally she hands him a blood red dress with a white apron and white frills. He’s looking very much like the queen of hearts, he guesses. She walks around him examining him and arranging one thing or another, “Can you do your make up, or should I do it for you?”
“I can do it.” Kazunari answers, going to his bag and pulling the brand new makeup bag Masaki had bought for him. He starts applying it to his face in front of the mirror Riisa points to.
“You do this a lot?” Satoko asks as she puts her hand to Riisa’s baby bump.
“Mh…” Kazunari hums avoiding the question.
When Kazunari finally turns around and let Riisa look at him closely, Satoko chuckles, “She kind of looks like you Riisa-chan…”
The stylist furrows her brows and then smiles, “I guess she does. What do you think?”
“Gorgeous.” Satoko states in a deadpan manner.
“I’m such a genius, I know” Riisa sighs.
“C’mon Kazunari-chan, let’s get you introduced with the rest of the staff and some costumers. You don’t have to service anyone tonight. Let’s just say hello and see how you feel, okay?” Satoko informs as she moves towards the door.
“Great.” Kazunari’s starting to feel excited and optimistic.
He’s introduced to the bar-keep, a cheery girl named Becky, who made non-alcoholic cocktails or just barely alcoholic mixes for the workers so they wouldn’t get too smashed during work hours.
Then he is introduced to the other maids and their clients. They enter a booth where there is a maid dressed in baby blue with a pleasant smile. She seems short, though she is sitting in a way so that her very nice legs are on the lap of his client.
The client looks up smiling. He has the most beautiful eyes and ripe cherry lips. “Shoko-chan, Sho-chan,” Satoko addressed them. “This is Kazue-chan. she’s going to be working here and I’m showing her around.”
“Please take care of me.” Kazunari says, politely bowing low.
“Nice to meet you, Kazue-chan.” Shoko responds, also politely.
“Wow, what a cutie.” The client sniggers. “I might request you when you’re working regularly.”
“You’re mean…” Shoko complains, slapping his shoulder, albeit jokingly.
“You’re still one of my favorites.”
“You’re the worst, Sakurai-san.” She pouts and then Satoko proceeds to excuse both of them and get ready to go to the next booth.
When Kazunari turns to leave, he’s sure he just saw something weird in the way the client looked at him, but when he turns to look properly, he sees the man’s hand slip up Shoko’s thigh.
Masaki is home when Kazunari finally makes it back. He’s in the tub and Kazunari undresses before joining him, lying on top of the other demon. Masaki wraps his arms around Kazunari and asks him how his day was.
Part 2