Deviant

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.

Warnings: Violence, Drama, Peril, Death

Pairings: Midoriya x Amajiki, Midoriya x Shinsou, Midoriya x Bakugou, Midoriya x Todoroki, Midoriya x Uraraka

Plot: Life after the apocalypse has drastically changed for those who survived. Contracting with demons is probably one of the least interesting developments in the new world. For Midoriya and Amajiki, it's become a standard way of life, the only existence they've ever known. They must rely on one another to avoid possession, and live whatever semblance of life remains now that the planet has been ripped apart.

Ch 03: Hors d'oeuvres

Reality was vastly different from the actions taking place within the sheltered void of Midoriya's mind. Shinsou manipulated him easily, rearranging their original positioning like controlling a puppet on strings, drawing his lax body closer while twining his tail around Midoriya's waist.

He simply held him for a moment, watching the human before him with glowing violet eyes before opening his jaws wide, drool gleaming as it dripped in excess from his tongue and promptly began streaking down his chin and neck, a possessive growl thundering within his chest.

He could consume his contractor at any given moment, it was well within his power if he had the will to do so. Instead he rolled out his tongue, his claws growing and lengthening as his fangs elongated and began secreting venom. The heady toxin quickly mixed with his saliva, his physical form contorting slightly as his bones lengthened and promptly popped out of place. His shoulder blades arched out suddenly and jutted harshly upwards with a loud crack, the pointed bones ripping through his skin as his wings emerged.

The demon hissed in mild discomfort at the sharp transition before relaxing once more, letting out a satisfied groan and flexing his wings appreciatively. He expanded them fully, flapping them slightly to assist the opaque membranes stretching between notched bone to steadily begin to dry, creating a monstrous dark shadow in the pale grey fog.

Once his wings were mostly dry he curved them inwards, enveloping Midoriya in his wings and drawing him closer, tilting up his face with too sharp claws, leaving little superficial cuts across Midoriya's skin wherever he touched.

"Good boy." He whispered as Midoriya started to cum, the human tensing and letting out a shuddering moan, the demon before him drinking in the aura filling the air, moaning appreciatively as drool continued to steadily drip down his chin. He panted softly against the air, lapping at Midoriya's cheek and neck with his long tongue, his fangs aching to pierce the human's supple neck and drink from him once again. The taste he'd gleaned while sealing their initial contract hadn't been nearly enough to sate his appetite. He wanted more.

Midoriya had denied him, only agreeing to allow the demon to feast on his virginity, and his subsequent desire as heightened aura flooded through his frame in excess. Shinsou continued to stoke that fire, watching with barely bridled hunger as it began to steadily grow, Midoriya's inner desires awakening into something powerful and dark.

It was delicious, there was no denying that. It was satisfying, drinking from his host in this fashion, but as surely as he craved blood he craved Midoriya's flesh. As their positions shifted within his mind he began to mirror them in reality as well, quickly stripping Midoriya out of his clothes from the waist down, leaving little more than tattered rags clinging to his ankles.

Cum was smeared against the curve of his hip where he'd orgasmed before, and using just the smooth curve of his palm Shinsou gathered what he could, his long tongue darting out to sample the delectable treat. He moaned and lapped against his palm long after the last traces of Midoriya's cum were gone, and he drew Midoriya closer while lifting his hips, holding him in position easily. He manipulated Midoriya's limbs to wrap around him; his arms around Shinsou's neck so he wouldn't fall, his thighs wrapped around the demon's waist.

The demon's bifurcated tail tightened its hold on Midoriya's middle, keeping him in the exact position Shinsou wanted, and once he was satisfied with their placement the demon contorted once again. He grit his teeth, his bones cracking and popping as his spine elongated and his limbs grew, the demon grunting as the swirls etched into his skin steadily began to twist and glow.

It was closer to a reflection of his true form like this, the demon now much larger than the human pressed against him, his massive horns spiraling around his thick, flowing mane of hair. His violet eyes were glowing eerily, almost neon in the dark. His wings were bigger now, thicker and less opaque, concealing them completely from wandering eyes and shrouding them in darkness.

"Submit to me." Shinsou growled out deeply, Midoriya shuddering and tightening his grip against Shinsou's shoulders, his back arching as quiet moans slipped past his lips. Shinsou growled and pressed the tip of his tapered cock against the curve of Midoriya's ass, slicking his skin with precum, sticky ropes already dripping down his engorged shaft as he exhaled impatiently through his nose. He was hungry, and he was tired of waiting. "Submit."

In the safe space shared between them, Midoriya searched Shinsou's eyes, gasping against his lips as he was kissed again. He was flushed from head to toe, clinging to Shinsou's shoulders and arching his brow while trying to catch his breath, shivering against the demon's broad chest. He wanted to submit, he wanted to fulfill his end of their agreement, but he was afraid of what was about to happen. Although Shinsou hadn't hurt him so far, he was almost certain this next part would undoubtedly cause discomfort, if for no other reason than their difference in size.

Midoriya couldn't possibly realize just how true that assumption was, for he had no idea the way Shinsou's form was morphing and transitioning into something unrecognizable outside of the void surrounding them.

"Just give me-" He dug his fingernails into Shinsou's strong shoulders, shivering and glancing past him to focus on Bakugou instead. The demon was watching them with a little frown, his expression indiscernible. "-give me just a moment. I need to...I need to catch my breath."

Shinsou hummed quietly, kissing Midoriya's lips before trailing down his neck, pressing his fangs lightly against his pulse before flicking his tongue across the quickened beat there instead.

"I won't harm you." Shinsou reassured once more, kneading gently against the curve of Midoriya's back, his other hand lifting the human's leg a little higher, his clawtips pressing into the meat of Midoriya's thigh. "You may not fully understand how much control you've given me, so let me assure you again. While we are like this, I will not allow any pain to come to you. I will ask you to endure nothing more than you can handle. You have my word."

Midoriya searched Shinsou's eyes, feeling an echo of their movements outside of their shared headspace, drawing him back to reality. "You're touching me right now? You're touching me just like this, out there?"

"Yes." Shinsou murmured quietly, holding Midoriya's eyes. "While I'm feeding from you, our bodies will be entwined. Whatever we do here together, I will mirror in reality." His tail teased along the curve of Midoriya's spine, each split taking a slightly different course on either side of his vertebrae, like fingertips performing independently of one another. "I will take precaution not to inflict any unnecessary pain upon your physical body. I wish only to bring you pleasure. Pure, unadulterated desire tastes sweetest on the tongue."

Midoriya held Shinsou's gaze for a long moment before nodding once more, tilting up his face slightly to meet the next kiss. Shinsou hadn't hurt him before, what he'd felt with the demon so far had been impossibly good. If pleasure and desire were what the demon craved to feed off of, there wasn't much Midoriya could do to assuage his apprehension other than to just relax and let it happen. The more he relaxed, the more pleasure he could feel. It wouldn't do either of them any good to tinge Shinsou's meal with pain or fear.

Something else fluttered in the back of his mind, tightening his ribcage and making it hard to breathe. The knowledge that this would be his first time, that Shinsou was in fact about to take his virginity. He never thought he'd experience such a thing with a demon. Somewhere buried deep, boxed away with the rest of his most secret thoughts, he had imagined his first time would be with Amajiki.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax, imagining his companion beside him; linking their fingers together gently, hovering over him with that sweet, sad smile. He wondered what it would be like to kiss him, what it would be like to have Amajiki holding him now, instead of Shinsou.

His breath hitched and he blinked back tears as Shinsou kissed down his throat, his fingers trembling slightly where he held onto his shoulders, the demon drawing back a bit to catch his eyes.

"Hey." Shinsou said softly, purring gently and petting his cheek. "Are you certain you want to do this?" His tail stilled, and his lips turned down in the faintest hint of a frown, the demon adding quietly, "There's still time to change your mind. If we are to do this, I need your unwavering consent."

Midoriya arched his brow, shaking his head and ducking to hide his face against Shinsou's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I just, I need a moment. Please."

"Izuku."

Midoriya tensed slightly, not expecting the other demon to be so close, a hand sliding up his back and rubbing gently to soothe him. Shinsou was glaring at the demon over Midoriya's shoulder but he wasn't growling or baring his fangs. This time, he allowed Todoroki close enough to engage with their host, and as he pressed against Midoriya's back the human drew a stuttering breath and let out a weak sob.

It was the first time he'd ever felt Todoroki this way. It felt warm and real and soft.

"Shouto." Midoriya hiccuped softly, loosening his grip on Shinsou's shoulder to reach back and cup the greater's nape, tilting his face slightly to the side as Todoroki nuzzled the curve of his neck and shoulder gently, planting a soft kiss there.

"He isn't ready." Another voice added gruffly, Midoriya blinking over at Bakugou as he returned Shinsou's glare. A low rumble started in his chest as Shinsou narrowed his eyes and curled back his lips, revealing pronounced fangs, his violet eyes ringed with swirls of black as his claws dug dangerously into Midoriya's thighs.

"Please." Uraraka said gently, not reaching for Midoriya, but smoothing her palm along Shinsou's arm instead. He glanced down at her, his skin crawling with swirls of shadow, and as he held her gaze his aggression gradually lulled into calm quiet, the demon exhaling a slow, heavy sigh.

"Alright." Shinsou agreed finally, allowing Todoroki to pull Midoriya away from him and taking a step back, Bakugou and Uraraka taking his place before their shared host.

Midoriya was crying softly, reaching up and wiping at his eyes, trembling all over, his breath still hitching with hiccups as he offered quietly, "I'm sorry! I want to feed you all, I'm just-"

"There's time." Todoroki whispered gently, holding Midoriya's waist from behind, a soft vibration stirring within his chest where he was pressed against Midoriya, one the human faintly recognized as a purr.

"Don't worry about that now. You're okay. Just breathe." Uraraka offered him a concerned smile, her brow still pinched as she reached up and cupped his cheeks, gently wiping at the damp streaks trickling over his freckles. "You're safe with us. You're safe."

Bakugou watched them quietly, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to try and push down his vocalizations, Midoriya reaching out to him as well to draw him closer. The demon was hesitant at first, but eventually he took a step closer, resting his arm around Midoriya's waist, just below Todoroki's. The two greaters exchanged a glance, coming to some sort of unspoken agreement, before Bakugou dipped down and pressed his nose to Midoriya's crown, inhaling against his dark, messy curls.

"If it's too much, you can have him drink from you."

Midoriya's fingers curled against Bakugou's chest, hesitating only a moment before smoothing his palm across the demon's sternum and glancing up to meet his eyes. Bakugou's expression was torn, but concern outweighed whatever other emotions the demon was experiencing, his brow arched and his fiery eyes uncharacteristically dark.

Midoriya searched his eyes, blinking back silent tears, then after only a moment he shook his head, whispering shakily, "I don't want to do that to you."

Bakugou watched him for a moment, his brow smoothing and a soft snort escaping him, a hint of a chuckle caught in his throat. "Dumbass." He murmured, and it was affectionate more than anything. "Just do what you need to do."

Shinsou glanced up just as the three demons surrounding Midoriya tensed and did the same, Midoriya's sight fading out for only a heartbeat before returning him to the present moment happening in the real world.

He could feel something wrapped around him, something thick and warm yet pliable, like a tarp or weighted blanket. He pressed against it, trying to unwrap himself from whatever was enveloping him, and then he realized there was a voice calling out to him, panicked and trembling. Amajiki.

Midoriya couldn't process what he was saying, not yet. His mind was still reeling from being pulled from that dark place so suddenly, unceremoniously shoved back into reality to deal with whatever was happening around them.

Shinsou's palm was massive against his back, much larger than Midoriya remembered it being only moments before. There was something slimy between his thighs, coating his skin and dripping languidly down his legs in warm streaks. That same slimy feeling was pressed against the rise of his ass and along the curve of his coccyx, thick and sticky between his rounded cheeks.

"Let go of him now or I will blow your fucking head off!"

Midoriya inhaled sharply and called out to his companion with a hoarse, broken voice, "Tamaki! I'm alright! Just-" He shivered as he felt something between his legs undulating, Shinsou's tail gripping him and lifting him slightly before withdrawing, and slowly but surely the demon began parting his wings.

As soon as grey light filtered into the makeshift cocoon surrounding him Midoriya gasped in a lungful of fresh, crisp air, coughing violently and clinging to the demon's broad chest. There was something coating his skin, a mixture of saliva and something else. Something dark and sickeningly sweet. His head felt dizzy, his responses sluggish as if he had been drugged, and when he tried to call out to Amajiki again he found his throat was impossibly dry.

He heard Amajiki cock his rifle, the barrel sticking into the space between Shinsou's wrapped wings, the bite of the metal cold and harsh against Midoriya's shoulder and cheek. "Release him! Now!"

The demon growled low in the back of his throat, the sound rumbling through Midoriya's entire body as Shinsou slowly lowered him to his feet. His legs were wobbly as he tried to stand on his own, vertigo causing his stomach to flip. As soon as there was enough space to tug him free Amajiki reached out and grabbed his upper arm, yanking him backwards, Midoriya stumbling slightly and falling back onto a soft pile of dead leaves. His human companion wasted no time in taking a protective stance above him.

"Away!" He shouted, shoving the rifle right into Shinsou's face, the demon rising to his full height and towering over them both, his wings arching and fanning out behind him, his jaw opened wide as he hissed at the boy before him.

Midoriya's heart was pounding, and he reached for Todoroki with everything he could. The greater surged to the surface, and placed himself between Amajiki and Shinsou, lifting his hands and calling out quickly, Not a threat! One of us!

"Not a threat?" Amajiki scoffed, not lowering his rifle. "He was feeding off of Midoriya! You want to explain to me how that's not a threat?!"

Contracted. Todoroki instilled, taking a step closer to Amajiki, ignoring the territorial display of the hungry demon behind him. Saved your life. Saved Midoriya. One of us.

Amajiki frowned irritably, clicking his tongue against his teeth and finally lowering his weapon. He ignored the demons completely, turning towards Midoriya instead.

It took only a few steps to reach Midoriya and kneel down beside him, Amajiki reaching out for him and lifting him slightly so Midoriya's head was resting in his lap. He combed his fingers through Midoriya's hair gently, the other human blinking up at him blearily, still trying to return to his senses while taking slow, shaky breaths.

There was a soft crunching of leaves as Shinsou stepped closer, his figure once more that of the demon Midoriya had first met. His wings had retracted and his figure had shrunk, his horns and claws their original size. His eyes were glowing dimly, and the dark markings etched into his skin were still moving slightly, but otherwise he appeared relatively normal.

As he settled back into his chrysalis he knelt down beside Midoriya, reaching out and taking one of his hands. Amajiki watched him with a quiet glare, the demon not looking up from his contractor, his expression smooth and his smile teasing as he asked gently, "I'm sorry we were interrupted so suddenly. You're feeling alright now? You aren't in any pain?"

Midoriya blinked once before shaking his head slowly, taking another deep breath and drawing his eyes away from Shinsou to look up at Amajiki. He reached up and pawed at his friend's side, Amajiki huffing softly and taking his hand, curling his fingers against Midoriya's palm, holding his eyes while asking gently, "Izuku what did you do?"

"Couldn't watch you die." Midoriya murmured, squeezing Amajiki's fingers tightly, the human above him letting out a short, abrasive laugh.

He carded his fingers through Midoriya's hair soothingly for several long moments before hunching over and curling in on himself, pressing his cheek over Midoriya's heart and hugging his torso tightly. He was quiet for a long while before whispering so softly Midoriya could barely hear, "You're an idiot."

"I love you." Midoriya murmured, Amajiki drawing back just enough to meet his eyes, his expression affectionate and soft.

"I love you too, Izuku." He whispered, "Thank you, for saving me. Thank you for giving me more time."

Shinsou watched their exchange quietly, parting his lips slightly to bask in the aura swelling between them. They tasted delectable together, sweeter than he had expected when he'd approached them both before. Perhaps it was new love he was feeling; a childhood friendship, a lifelong companionship that had slowly blossomed into something more. From what he had observed of the town they dwelt near, they were the only two humans for countless miles. They'd adapted to their environment, and had so far succeeded in surviving the apocalypse together. He wondered how long the pair of humans had been out here in the wilderness, living alone.

It had been Midoriya's heartache that Shinsou had tasted, that had drawn him to manifest at the human's side. Midoriya's heartache over losing Amajiki. Now that they were together once more, and both very much alive, it appeared to be in Shinsou's best interests to keep them that way. At least, until he'd established a stable feeding schedule with his contracted host.

Speaking of which.

He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly, pushing back the insistent hunger-pains growling in the pit of his stomach. He licked over his fangs, feeling that familiar ache, and when he lifted Midoriya's hand to kiss across the rise of his palm he almost forgot himself for a moment, his tongue darting out against his pulse.

"What are you doing?" Amajiki asked softly, Shinsou glancing up to meet his eyes. The human was staring at him, his knuckles white as he gripped the rifle at his side, Midoriya shivering and curling his fingers lightly against Shinsou's jaw, the demon offering Amajiki an impish little smile.

"What I was doing before we were interrupted." Shinsou replied smoothly, lapping against Midoriya's pulse once more. He kissed against his wrist, mouthing teasingly against his palm, kissing up the lengths of his fingers before lapping at the tiny pulse points in his fingertips, Midoriya's breath escaping him in a shuddering exhale, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Amajiki frowned and pulled the rifle a little closer, pausing for a moment as if listening to someone speaking, exhaling a snort through his nose and replying to that unheard voice, "None of you feed from either of us that way. Why would he need Midoriya's blood?"

"Our contract is different." Midoriya sighed softly, Amajiki arching his brow with obvious concern, searching his companion's eyes.

He paused, listening again, before he tensed and the color drained from his face. "Your soul? You bargained with a part of your soul?" He grit his teeth, lifting his rifle, "That's why he was feeding from you physically, he's in possession of his own body! I'll fucking kill him-"

"Harming this body will not result in giving Midoriya back his soul." Shinsou warned quietly, his expression darkening a bit. "No matter what damages you instill upon this form, my capabilities allow endless regeneration and self-healing." He pulled back from Midoriya's wrist, fixing Amajiki in his sights. "Restoring my body after acquiring an injury will only cause Midoriya to feel exceptionally weak and drained as his lifespan fuels me. We are entwined together, there is nothing you can do to break our contract. He's mine." He glanced down at the boy lying between them while adding with a little smile, "The only thing that can sever our arrangement is Midoriya's untimely death. You cannot force us apart."

Amajiki reached out and pulled Midoriya's wrist from Shinsou's grasp, shuffling to his feet and carefully helping up Midoriya as well. Still dazed, Midoriya stumbled a little as Amajiki led him back inside the tent, coaxing him to lay down atop his sleeping bag before leaving his side once more, fetching a bottle of water.

Midoriya took it from him gratefully, drinking several mouthfuls before letting out a contented sigh, Amajiki taking the bottle from his hands and capping it carefully before setting it aside. His frown was deep as his gaze wandered down Midoriya's body before returning to his eyes once more.

"Did he rape you?" Amajiki asked with a soft hitch of breath. His voice was impossibly small.

"What?" Midoriya blinked, glancing down and realizing for the first time his state of undress, blushing furiously and reaching down to cup himself, shaking his head quickly. "N-No! No he didn't, I mean we didn't-" He rolled onto his side, groaning and hiding his face in the bend of his arm, hunching his shoulders as he forced out, "It wasn't like that. It was...consensual. It's how he has to feed."

Amajiki blinked in surprise, glancing to the side as he listened to his plethora, his brow knitting and unknitting as the demons sharing his mind explained what Midoriya meant.

"So you're saying you can actually feed off of our sexual energy? The aura we exude in excess when we're engaged in physical intimacy with each other?"

He was quiet again, waiting as his question was answered, and he drew a soft breath before asking hesitantly,

"Does it only work when an embodied demon participates?"

Shinsou hadn't opted to come inside, giving Midoriya and Amajiki some relative space, but he piped up from the other side of the tent in response to Amajiki's question. "Not necessarily. The demon feeding from such an act doesn't technically have to be involved, just close enough to leech off of the excess exuding from their host."

Leaves shuffled as the demon settled down just outside the entrance to the tent, his voice easily audible through the worn canvass separating them.

"It's diluted when consumed that way, but if the aura created between two willing participants is rich enough, a host could offer a mass feeding to their lessers in entirety solely from the excess." He hummed for a moment, considering his next words before adding, "It depends on the participants involved of course, and the connection they share. It also depends on how compatible your auras are together, and how many demons you host."

Amajiki hesitated for a moment, listening to the voices inside his mind as well before asking, "So what you're saying is, if Midoriya and I were to have sex with each other, you would never have to feed off of him directly?"

Shinsou was quiet for a long moment before letting out a strained sigh, and Midoriya could feel the demon's irritation through their shared bond. "Technically, yes. Though it's far more pleasurable and fulfilling for both of us if I'm somehow involved." He shifted against the dry, crunchy leaves while adding in a lower octave, "Our contract does not dictate the specifics of our agreed upon feedings. As long as Midoriya can sustain my presence here in the physical realm, I have no true reason to object."

Amajiki nodded his understanding, letting out a deep sigh, reaching down and squeezing Midoriya's hand, carefully meeting his eyes.

"Hawks is saying that effectively, with the energy produced between us, I could offer my contracted plethora mass feedings as well. He says he's never brought it up before, because most of our demons have been with us since childhood. Transitioning from protective guardianship to something sexual like this, it's…"

"Daunting, and intimate." Midoriya whispered, Amajiki humming quietly, drawing one of his knees up against his chest.

"Yeah." The other whispered, squeezing Midoriya's hand, glancing away and resting his cheek on his knee. Midoriya could barely see in the dim light that his companion was blushing slightly.

Midoriya watched him for a long moment, then asked tentatively while squeezing his fingers, "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Amajiki inhaled quietly, not meeting Midoriya's eyes. He was still for a moment, then squeezed Midoriya's fingers back gently.

"Yeah." Amajiki murmured, shifting his weight slightly and drawing up his other knee, resting his arm atop of them and hiding his face out of sight. "Yeah, I mean. If you wanted to. Then yeah I would...I would be okay with it, too."

Midoriya was watching him with an affectionate smile, blushing and pushing himself up slightly, reaching out and wrapping his arm around Amajiki's shoulders, carding his fingers gently through his hair. "Yeah?" He asked, pressing his lips against the other's upper arm, breathing softly against the thick, dark fabric concealing his skin from sight.

Amajiki nodded, shifting slightly to allow Midoriya into his space, his fingers trembling where Midoriya laced their hands together, the older boy exhaling shakily as Midoriya pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Is that okay?" He asked, and it tore at Midoriya's heart, hearing the uncertainty in his voice.

"Hey. Look at me?" He coaxed Amajiki's face up, searching his eyes, cupping one of his cheeks and petting across his blush affectionately. "Yeah, it's okay. It's okay to want to."

Amajiki's expression softened a bit, and he nodded and leaned into Midoriya's touch, pausing only for a moment to wrinkle his nose before gently tugging the other's hand away from his face.

"You smell like…" He lifted Midoriya's wrist slightly, sniffing lightly again, not having the words to properly describe it. His eyes trailed down Midoriya's arm and torso, frowning at the mess of slick still coaxing Midoriya's exposed skin. "What is that, anyway? Some kind of demonic ooze? It's everywhere."

Midoriya didn't have an answer to Amajiki's question, and Shinsou chuckled heartily from just out of sight, the demon offering with a smirk in his tone, "That would be a valid descriptor, yes. Primarily it consists of saliva, venom, and precum." He hummed in amusement, adding, "It's to ensure my host isn't hurt unnecessarily during the feeding process."

"Gross." Amajiki murmured, lingering beside Midoriya for only a moment longer before shuffling across the tent on his knees and reaching for a pack nearby. He tugged it closer, unzipping the top later and pulling out a bundle of extra clothes, offering Midoriya the pants from the bundle before taking the oversized shirt in hand and chucking it outside of the tent irritably, aiming blindly for Shinsou.

Midoriya arched his brow and let out a soft huff of laughter before reaching down to rip free the last remnants of his tattered pants, kicking off his boots and shimmying the pants up his legs, tying them tightly around his waist. When he glanced up, Amajiki offered him a hand, his expression affectionate, tired, and relieved all at the same time.

"C'mon. Let's head to the stream before dark. I'll help you get cleaned up."

It wasn't uncommon necessarily for Amajiki to hold his hand. They shared platonic affection with one another casually; carding fingers through each other's hair, rubbing warm palms over bare skin, tracing slow patterns or circles with fingertips to instill comfort and reassurance, the pair often curling up together to sleep.

After confessing their feelings for one another during the near-death experience Amajiki had suffered through mere hours before, holding hands felt like more than that. It felt intimate, as if they were lovers. Midoriya couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks any time Amajiki's thumb rubbed against the back of his hand, Midoriya squeezing his fingers a little tighter, trying to express what he was feeling too.

Shinsou trailed quietly after them, glancing around now and then to take in the sights and sounds surrounding them, his tail lashing the air behind him. The oversized shirt Amajiki had given him concealed just enough of his body from view that the tops of his thighs were covered, though there were times when his tail perked particularly high and the demon's glutes were entirely in view.

Shinsou didn't seem to mind in the least. He would just as soon parade around the wilderness naked. He had no reason to feel shame in displaying his physical form. Demons were constantly naked, after all.

When they reached the stream Midoriya withdrew his hand in favor of tugging his shirt off overhead, slipping out of his boots and pants before stepping closer to the water, cautiously dipping his toes inside.

Amajiki kicked off his boots as well, rolling up his pants to just below his knees and wading into the water beside Midoriya, tugging his satchel around to the front so he could dig around inside for a moment before producing a half-used bar of soap.

Midoriya shivered and stepped a bit further into the water, kneeling down in the rockbed and dunking his head first, shivering as he settled into the waist-deep water and started scrubbing the slime off of his shoulders and chest. Amajiki came to stand behind him, dipping down to lather the soap across Midoriya's nape and neck before reaching over his shoulder and gliding the bar down his chest. Midoriya's breath hitched slightly and he went very still, allowing Amajiki to work the soap over his chest for a few slow passes, bubbles surfacing along his slicked skin.

"That feels good." Midoriya murmured, and Amajiki smiled and chuckled softly, leaning a little closer to card his fingers through the back of Midoriya's dark hair.

"Yeah?" He asked gently, Midoriya closing his eyes and nodding while relaxing beneath his touch, letting his friend tug his head back slowly while gliding the bar of soap across his torso and stomach. His breath hitched slightly as Amajiki's hand dipped just below the water, his fingertips brushing over his waist.

"Tamaki…" Midoriya breathed, and the older boy pressed a kiss against his nape, pressing the bar of soap into his hand gently.

"Can you take care of yourself from here?" He asked, Midoriya blushing while meeting those dark indigo eyes he'd come to know so well.

He hummed softly, nodding his agreement, gliding the bar of soap across his lower stomach and the curves of his pelvis, Amajiki tightening his grip in Midoriya's hair for just a moment before gently pulling away.

"I'll wash your clothes for you while you clean up."

Midoriya watched him step back towards the riverbank, shivering and biting his lip while continuing to glide the soap over his thighs, widening his stance a little and wrapping his fingers around his cock, starting to stroke himself slowly with his free hand. Fuck what was this? Why was he feeling his heat coiling inside of him over something so simple as Amajiki helping him clean up? He closed his eyes, wetting his lips with his tongue and working his palm quickly over his twitching shaft, panting softly just below the sound of flowing water.

Shinsou's hand against his shoulder caused a startled cry to escape his lips, and he glanced up at the demon with wide eyes, quickly taking his hand away from his cock. The demon chuckled and quirked a brow, watching Midoriya with a heated gaze.

"I'm hungry." He murmured, his tail flicking against the surface of the water before the demon let out a heavy sigh, sitting down beside Midoriya and reclining back a bit to enjoy the sensation of the cool water against his heated skin. Midoriya watched him for a moment before glancing back towards Amajiki, and when seeing the other human was occupied, he wrapped his fingers around his cock once more.

Shinsou crooned, not reaching out to touch Midoriya with his hands but teasing him with his tail instead. It curled around Midoriya's thigh, one of the splits tracing over the pulse point in his wrist before wrapping around the base of his cock and looping under his testes, tightening gradually as Midoriya began quickly jerking his cock.

"Good boy." Shinsou purred quietly, so only they could hear, Midoriya's breaths coming in uneven pants as he closed his eyes and arched his back, giving into the sensation of being touched. The other split of Shinsou's tail slithered between his cheeks, prodding at his clenching pucker before pressing inside, Midoriya gasping and teasing his fingertips along his foreskin before whining and bucking his hips, trying to keep his voice down.

Shinsou's purring deepened, and he pressed his tail further inside while the other split tugged and tightened around Midoriya's testes and cock. It didn't take much for the demon to coax Midoriya over the edge, and as he started to cum Shinsou reached out and tugged his hips out of the water, rolling out his tongue and opening his mouth, Midoriya's cock twitching as he released in hot spurts against Shinsou's tongue.

Unbalanced from being lifted so suddenly, Midoriya scrambled for purchase and found a grip on Shinsou's horns, one hand on an upper spiral while the other hand braced on Shinsou's shoulder, the demon still working his tail inside of him as Midoriya continued to cum.

"Fuck, Shinsou…" Midoriya whispered, his body convulsing with aftershocks as a post-orgasmic haze washed over him, Shinsou lapping against the tip of Midoriya's cock before chuckling and swallowing down what he'd been given, the demon drawing him closer to kiss at his stomach and waist.

"That's twice now you've cum from just my tail." Shinsou murmured, licking at his fluttering abdomen, Midoriya gasping and tightening his grip on Shinsou's horn as the demon drew him into his lap. "I can't wait for you to feel what it's like to take my cock-"

"Midoriya." Amajiki called, his voice cool as he glared at Shinsou, the demon grinning and kissing over Midoriya's chest. "Are you alright?"

"It's fine! He's just…" Midoriya gasped and bit his lip, Shinsou's tail curling inside of him teasingly. "We're discussing our contract. I'm okay, really! I promise."

"I could fuck you right now, and he would never know." Shinsou growled against Midoriya's throat, lapping over his pulse, kneading against the rise of Midoriya's ass as his second split squeezed past his clenching sphincter and pressed inside of Midoriya as well.

It felt different this time, more intense than it had when he'd taken all of Shinsou's tail in their shared headspace before. Here, in reality, Midoriya could feel every inch of Shinsou's tail as it delved further inside of him, twining and curling in on itself as it explored. Midoriya's breath caught in his throat, he could feel the stretch of the demon's bifurcated tail twisting inside of him, scissoring him open, his girth thickening the more he pressed inside. It felt delicious. Amazingly good.

Midoriya spread his legs a little wider, wrapping his arms around Shinsou's neck as he rolled his hips beneath the water, the demon mouthing at his jaw and brushing his fangs over the human's neck, nibbling just over his racing pulse.

"Does that feel nice, darling? Do you like me being inside of you?"

"Yes." Midoriya whispered, Shinsou chuckling softly and giving him more, pulling his tail out slightly before pressing it deeper again, building a gentle rhythm between them.

"I could make you cum like this." Shinsou whispered, his breath hot against Midoriya's ear. "I could make you cum so easily. Do you want me to give that to you? Do you want to submit to me in pleasure?"

Midoriya's legs were trembling, his toes curling against the smooth rocks beneath them, nodding quickly and ducking his head against Shinsou's shoulder, breathing in hot little puffs against the demon's neck. "Please! Please…!"

Shinsou grinned and wrapped his fingers around Midoriya's cock, stroking him quickly, fucking him with his tail and crooning low in his ear, "You're mine, Izuku. I'm the only one who can gift you pleasure like this. We're bonded for life." He tilted Midoriya's face up, searching his eyes and driving his tail directly against the human's prostate, pressing their lips together and drinking in Midoriya's gasps as he abruptly started to cum.

Amajiki watched them quietly, Hawk's voice gentle and calm against his ear. Let him feed, he'll be more agreeable to sharing Midoriya with you if he isn't starving.

"I know." Amajiki whispered, jealousy coiling tight in his stomach, gritting his teeth as he turned his eyes away and began scrubbing at Midoriya's sticky shirt once more. "Does Midoriya being like this with him constitute as Shinsou taking his virginity?"

No. Hawks replied evenly, his hands gentle as he rested them against Amajiki's shoulders. This is akin to mutual masturbation. Assisting a contractor with having an orgasm is like an appetizer for us. To enjoy a fulfilling meal, we must be fully entwined. Hawks paused for a moment before clarifying, If Midoriya promised Shinsou his virginity, it is likely he will demand to experience Midoriya first, before allowing the two of you to engage.

"What if Midoriya fucks me?" Amajiki asked quietly under his breath, trying not to focus on the moans he could hear just barely above the rush of the stream. "Would that mean he's still a virgin in Shinsou's eyes, if he penetrates me instead?"

Hawks hummed softly, Debatable. As they are under contract, that would be up to Shinsou to decide. He rubbed a soothing circle against Amajiki's upper back, leaning closer to murmur against his ear, I want to be certain you understood what I spoke of before. If you start this with Midoriya, there's no going back. Sexual energy is addicting to all of us, humans and demons alike. It means if something happens between the two of you, and sex is no longer an option, the hunger we will experience without regular feedings will undoubtedly become ravenous. Especially for those of us who are greater and above.

"So you're saying," Amajiki took a breath, "If I start having sex with Midoriya, it's going to become the main food source for you, Usagi, and Shimura." Hawks hummed an acknowledgement, and Amajiki continued. "So if that source is suddenly taken away, the potential for greater demons to gravitate towards deviancy…"

It increases dramatically, yes. Hawks agreed quietly, his movements against Amajiki's back pausing briefly before adding, That being said, with all of us protecting you, and with Midoriya's cluster protecting him as well as Shinsou, the likelihood of the two of you ever being apart for an extended period of time is highly doubtful.

He leaned a little closer, nuzzling against Amajiki's cheek and rubbing up and down his contractor's spine.

We can protect you from many things Tamaki, but not the emotional rifts that can be caused between humans. So, as long as you are certain you can balance your friendship if it leads to something more, this could be a huge benefit. For all of us.

Amajiki considered Hawks' words, thinking about the demons he held contracts with. Almost all of them were greater, and every time they tapped into his aura to feed it left him feeling weaker than before. If things continued this way without any change, one day, inevitably, the wellspring inside of him would run dry, and when that happened Amajiki would be at the mercy of a starving hoard.

"What you mean is, if I start having sex regularly with Midoriya, I won't feel so weak all the time from feeding all of you." His movements stilled, clenching his fingers against the damp cloth beneath his hands. "Sharing intimacy with Midoriya would be a new wellspring for all of you to drink from. A renewable resource."

Exactly. Hawks sighed, his wings fluttering softly as he shifted behind Amajiki, eventually settling down to rest at the human's side. We would be feasting off of your sexual experiences with Midoriya, the pleasure you design along with the desire you share for one another. It is a potentially limitless resource.

The demon was quiet for a moment, then Amajiki felt feathers brush against his shoulder, fingertips teasing at the edge of his wrist.

Instead of being strained from sustaining those of us above lesser, we would be able to tap into our full potential without draining you to exhaustion, and rest peacefully within you when not actively called. He sighed quietly again before adding gently, As it is now, the three of us are almost too much for you to handle, let alone the others. If you weren't so malnourished, perhaps feeding us wouldn't take such a toll on your body. As things are, we are forced to feed off of your lifespan more often than not. This could be your salvation. This could effectively save all of us.

Amajiki could feel his frown, Hawks' fingers curling against his wrist a little tighter.

I hate the knowledge that each time you call for one us we inevitably leech from your lifespan. If you continue to host us without nourishing your body properly, you run the risk of your contracts consistently cutting your remaining years short. Dangerously short.

Amajiki nodded his understanding, glancing towards Midoriya as he splashed Shinsou and scolded him for something Amajiki couldn't quite hear, the demon laughing heartily and standing up before offering Midoriya his hand. The human's legs were shaking lightly as he carefully waded through the shallows, glancing up and meeting Amajiki's eyes with an embarrassed little smile.

He didn't want to give up any more precious years to the demons living inside of him, he wanted all the time he had left to be spent with Midoriya. He wanted to remain by his side for as long as he possibly could.

"I love him so much." He whispered under his breath, and he felt Hawks' wings around him, the demon embracing him gently while sighing against his shoulder.

I know.

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