You had yelped in surprise when the lights went out on their own. Now the only sound you could hear was the sharp inhale and exhale of your own anxious breathing. Had you done everything correctly? Ryomen had said that all you needed to do was sign your name. Did you miss your deadline? Was your clock slow?

*Ba-Thump*

Shit, was that...your heart?
You clutched your chest suddenly. There was definitely a feeling of sickness welling up inside of you. Was this Sukuna? Oh, god. Was it going to hurt? Oh, what's happening?

"AAH-CHOO!" an enormous sneeze rocked you back. You almost burst out laughing from relief. You were an anxious mess alright.

"Now what did I tell you? I have no interest in hurting you." Sukuna's voice cut through the silence. His sudden presence startled you.

"Ryomen! Where are you?" You were turning around, seeking the source of his voice. You could hear him chuckling.

"Getting warmer..." he hinted as you took a step toward your dresser. You grope in the darkness to re-light a candle and check your reflection carefully...

"Hello, gorgeous," Sukuna's mouth smiled at you from a split on your cheek. His eyes had opened right beneath yours, giving your face an appearance similar to his.

"Oh!" the candle dropped from your hands in alarm, dousing the light again and sending hot wax splattering.

You had no idea this is what he had meant! Is this how you're going to look from now on? As if reading your thoughts, Ryomen comforts you,

"Don't worry, dear. You're the only one who can see and hear me. Unless you happen to run into anyone with psychic inclinations, no one will ever know that I'm here."

Your heart was still rapidly pounding in your chest, but you were relieved at his words. Again you struggle in the darkness to re-light a candle wick.

"I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," your fingers pick up your contract, but you didn't make the decision to do that.

"So that's your name. So pretty. Nice to know it finally." He was speaking with your voice now, grinning with your mouth in a perverse way.

"No more screwing a stranger. Haha!"

You meet your reflection again, this time controlling your own movements.

"Look at you..." he spoke softly in admiration.
"Don't you look exquisite?"

One of your hands reaches up to stroke your cheek lovingly. You hadn't done that. *He* had. Sukuna was moving your body on his own already

"You got all dolled up just for me didn't you? For our first night together in our flesh..." You can feel his excitement building inside you.

"Such a beautiful body," he makes you say.

He wraps his-no, your arms around your shoulders, reaching with your hands to caress your neck. He fumbles with the collar of your kimono for only a second before forcing it open wider to allow him access to your skin. His mouth splits open in the palm of your hand, causing you to cry out in surprise. Before you can react, his teeth close on your skin, teasing you with his tongue and sucking hard. The sounds you make in response do not encourage him to stop. Instead, using your other hand, he pulls your obi loose.

"Hey! That took forever!" You protest.

"Life is for the living! HA!" He speaks harshly with your voice. The sound is so different from your own laugh. "What use is an unwrapped gift anyway?" The laciviousness of his words, your words, makes your face burn. Your hands are pulling your robes open, shrugging them all to the floor. He turns you to the mirror once more.

"Beautiful," he exalts, caressing your own hands across your chest and down your stomach.
You feel your embarassment growing. You were never one to vainly admire your body. Besides there were alot of things you didn't exactly love about it.

"This body is perfect for me." He purrs in your own voice, startling you from your embarassment.

You are suddenly aware that you are warm all over, and your body was now full of adrenaline. You had so much energy! Your hand reaches out for the curtain over your window. Sukuna takes control at the last moment, ripping the fabric down. It was a full moon, and your room was brightened immediately. He shoves your window open roughly and a breeze hits your bare skin.

"The moonlight," he speaks from your mouth.

"It feels best in the flesh!" His voice sounds enraptured. Your voice, you remind yourself.

"You want to run?" you ask.

"Yes, let's run! Let me run!"

"Ok, we can go out. But let's put something on first! I dont need everyone seeing me."

He allows you a few minutes to grab something you are comfortable in, but rushes you the entire time.

"HURRY! YES! LET ME RUN!" He shouts again through his mouth on your cheek.

"Wait I still don't have shoes!"

"Fuck your shoes!"

Using your hands now, Sukuna throws open your window, stepping your bare feet onto the ledge. Then you realize you can no longer move any part of your body on your own. He turns your head to the nearest rooftop below you, twenty meters down.

"No way..." you think with pure fear. "You can't!"

He laughs with your voice.

"YOU can't. WE can."

He leaps, sending your body flying through the air. The rooftop came rushing up at you in a matter of seconds, he bends your knees upon the impact. You are in shock when you aren't immediately crippled by the fall. Then he takes your feet, still bare, and you run with more speed than you've ever had in your life across the roofing tiles. Your hair flutters wildly in the wind as you fling yourself to the next neighboring roof. This one was across the street. You were a blur, leaping from house to house, Sukuna's voice laughing wildly with your mouth.

"This is true freedom! Finally! HAHAHAHA!"

You had some growing concerns. Such as leaving your home after midnight, uh, no SHOES, and also falling from the sky into traffic and being smashed into the asphalt.

"Don't waste your worries, my dear. I've promised to keep you safe, and I will."

True to his word your feet always land with confidence, never faltering or slipping. A few small tiles crack and crumble beneath your weight, but that's all.

He finally comes to a halt, landing with surprising ease on the thick grass of a nice, open backyard. There are several fruit trees and a bubbling water fountain surrounded by high white brick walls. He had taken you to the more expensive gated community nearby. Anyone in these houses would throw a fit seeing trespassers on their property. Especially a poor barefoot nobody like you skittering over rooftops like some demonic feral cat. You had several more growing concerns about being caught.

"What are we doing?" You ask out loud.

"Something smells nice, just wanted to see if it's what I think it is." He also responds with your mouth. It's still a freakish thing to get used to, literally talking to yourself. Though when he speaks, you do notice your voice comes out a bit deeper and more gruff like his.

Sukuna reaches into the leaves of a low hanging branch and grabs something. It's a peach. Now you recall where you are. An abrasive old woman who lived alone had planted these trees a few years ago, and she was particularly protective of them.

"Wait! This is Mrs. Hama's peach tree! She's never let me take even one of these before, even though the tree overhangs the back wall." you grumble the last part indignantly.

You had made the mistake before of trying to pick a few from an overhanging limb by the sidewalk the previous year. Unfortunately she had heard your attempts from her yard and screamed wildly that she would call the police on you for theft. You had gone out of your way to avoid even the back of her property after that, crossing the street whenever you needed to pass from then on. She made you incredibly nervous.

Sukuna was not deterred, and pulled the enormous peach from the branch.

"Ha! I must confess, I do not care." he laughed.
"Human boundaries are for humans."

You realize he probably hasn't eaten real food in thousands of years, and say nothing else. It was a relief to you anyway seeing that he consumed other things besides blood. He groans in ecstasy when your teeth sink into the fruit, juices bursting from its skin. It's the best peach you've ever eaten. You are already reaching to take another. Or is it Sukuna? It's difficult to distinguish right now.

"Ohh, myy godd..How are these so good?" you practically moan.

"Another one for me too?" This time he speaks from his own mouth appearing on your cheek again.

You giggle, picking another peach and holding it to your face for him to enjoy. This only makes more juice to dribble down your neck.

"Hey! You're making a mess of me," you wipe his mouth with one of your hands, of course the stickiness spreads to you as well.

"Heh Not the first time that's happened," he laughs suggestively. "Take a few for later too, will you?"

"Okay, but not too many. I don't want Mrs. Hama to notice." You pluck a few extra and slip them into your pockets.

"Let's get out of her yard though. She still creeps me out," you suggest.

You jump the back wall easily, without even needing to climb it.
Making your way home, this time you choose to walk the darker sidewalk paths out of the streetlights, something you would never have done while walking alone. The way you were feeling right now, you would pity anyone who decided to mess with you.

After a few blocks, you once again see the crumpled wall of the Shady Grove subdivision. There is still an enormous hole from the incident earlier this week. As if reading your memories, Ryomen praises you,

"Nice handiwork for a human."

A part of you still feels embarrassed for the property damage, but your anger still sits strong for that asshole who had made you feel threatened.

"If he comes back at any point, I would really love to meet him," Ryomen said pointedly.

"I'd happily introduce you," you agree, spitting at the wall for no reason.

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Your front door is still locked, so you go back inside through your window. You feel dirty, but not tired or sore, despite jumping from roof to roof and walking home barefoot. Without waiting to get to your bathroom, you strip down one layer at a time on your way down the hall to your shower. Thinking again, you turn on your heel to fish another peach from your discarded clothes to take with you. You wanted heat. Lots of heat.

Twisting the shower knob you step barely step under the water stream before Sukuna demands,

"Make it hotter."

"Give it a second. These heaters are old."

"It's so good to be able to feel again! To have skin to receive heat and pain. A mouth to taste sweetness and bitterness. It is a luxury the living take for granted."

He extends one of your hands up toward the warm water, opening his second mouth to feel the spray on his tongue.

"There are other things I have longed to taste again as well..."

Without a warning, he reaches between your legs, his eager mouth, licking and *sucking* water off your thighs.

"Ah! Hey," you nearly protest, but stop yourself suddenly. His mouth feels warm from the heat of the water, relaxing you instantly.

"Just dont leave any marks on me okay?" But he is too busy to respond to you.

He seals his mouth over you, a moan of satisfaction coming from you both as his tongue circles your skin. There's a brief moment of knowing that this is a line being crossed that you can never return from, but your reservations are rapidly dissolving in the heat. You hear his voice inside your head..

"Lie down," he instructs.
"I'd like you to leave everything to me. Let me take control." You nod, trusting him fully, and obey him.

He continues, now using your hands to massage over your chest. It's a bizarre sensation, feeling yourself with no control of your hands. Ryomen's touch is just as it had been in his domain, strong and demanding. His mouth returned to kissing and licking between your legs. The added steam from the shower makes your head swim. You can sense the familiar tension of your orgasm building inside you already. He is so overly familiar with your body. As soon as you are nearing your climax, he withdraws, allowing the spray of the showerhead to fall where his hand had been. The heat and pressure of the water droplets is overwhelming, but stifles your orgasm nonetheless.

"Ohh, ffuck," you whimper, and twist on the tub floor. His laughter is in your head,

"Hahaha! Do you love it? Then scream for me." You feel fingers slip inside of you.

Cries of pleasure pour from your mouth, the only control he has left you.

"That's it, louder now.." your fingers curl inside of you, brushing against your g-spot.

Your sounds grew louder and, to your embarassment, alot deeper as the tension of your orgasm was teased close once more. You desperately cling to it, determined not to be edged back this time. You whine your pleas helplessly.

"Say that you love me," Sukuna's voice is deep and resonates in your mind. He sounds playful but you wonder why he want to hear that. Do demons care about love, you wonder. Or even, do they reciprocate love?

"I..." your voice freezes despite the intense heat. At the same time, his movements cease. You whimper in frustration, pushing your hips into his touch that has now gone slack. He's withholding your pleasure until you respond. Do you love him? Your fear of him is entirely gone. You trust him to protect you. It's also true that you enjoy him, obviously. There is clarity when you speak next.

"...I love you, Ryomen," it comes out softly, as if were a prayer.

He is silent, but resumes his touch gratefully. You're vaguely aware that his mouth has traveled again, this time to your free hand. He kisses you, touching your cheek softly while burying your other fingers deeper inside of you.

His silence seems loud for some reason, but you don't address it. Who is to know what a demon is thinking? You can barely hang onto your thoughts as he deliberately increases his pressure and speed. This time he does not withhold from you. You clench tightly and your head falls back as you ride out the spasms of your climax. It almost sounds as if he said something afterwards, but your pulse is throbbing in your ears.

Once again taking control of your body, he reaches outside of the shower for something. He offers a peach to your breathless, panting lips. You take a huge bite, letting the juices run freely down your neck and chest. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter to you.

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"Psst, hey. Wake up." Sukuna's voice urged you.

Groggily you lift your head. It's pitch dark in your room now. The moon must've finally set, meaning it was around 3 am.

"Whadizit?" You ask, still half asleep and yawning, trying your best to not close your heavy eyes again.

"Someone's coming inside," he said urgently.

You must've dozed off after your shower. Ryomen had taken you to your bed without bothering to dress you. You wake in a damp puddle on your sheets. He must not have thought to dry you off either. The sound of a door slamming shut startles you awake even more.

Shit! "Oh, it's my partner!"

Your partner is home finally, and from the sounds of the staggering steps in the hallway, quite drunk from their night out. You hadn't found the time or the words to exactly tell them about your new living arrangement either.

"You said no one can see you right?" You whisper.

"That's right. Unless it's someone with a sensitivity to spiritual presences." Sukuna spoke from your cheek.
"Who is that?" he asks again.

"They're my...uhhh," Well, this is awkward. You hadn't exactly told Ryomen that you were with someone else either had you? Not directly. You doubted he would care anyway. Human boundaries are for humans, right?

"Interesting...you have a lover." He stated pointedly.

"How did you-"

"There is no memory of yours I cannot view. We share this body, so I will access your mind as I need to." He explained.

You feel anxious, then hear from the doorway,

"Baaabe-" your partner stumbles in, already you know they're going to initiate your usual routine of intimacy when they stay out all night. No matter how annoyed you had ever gotten at the lateness of their return, their dopey, inebriated sweetness amused to a point that you would play with them eventually until they passed out.

"Oho! This is going to be interesting," Sukunas voice purrs in your head.

You try to shut him out and pretend he isn't here. Your partner is just starting to climb into bed next to you, rubbing their hands over your bare ass.

"Go on. Put on a show for me. I'd love to watch,"

There's a groan from your partner as they peel their clothes off clumsily, their shoes clunk noisily to the floor. You think silently,

Please, just let me have a little privacy.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to, dear. But I promise I won't distract you." You watch his amused grin spread in the palm of your hand.

Your partner is now grinding their hips against your ass suggestively. Your usual response was to press back of course, so you do to let them know you're awake.

There was a time when you first became intimate together when they would spend all night caressing your entire body until you were both sweaty and exhausted. But as of lately, things were a bit more...lukewarm. Their hand spreads your legs from behind, and they barely give preamble before pressing inside you. You push back against them, trying to find the spot that feels best.

They slur something into the back of your head that you can't make out, but you know it's something along the lines of
"You're so hawt," as it was their only go-to flirt when they had too much to drink. It used to be endearing, but you're painfully aware of how pathetic it sounds with someone watching you now.
Their hands pull you back into their hips harder. Okay, that feels nice, you think to yourself. But then-

Your partner withdraws from you, muttering an apology, their voice already thick with sleep. You sit up to grab a towel from the floor to clean up, dreading Sukuna's critique. He sounded furious.

"No...Is that all?! That can't be it!"

Shh! Keep it down, you hiss silently.

"Oh, fuck that! I wish they COULD hear me. Hey, punk! Wake your ass back up and finish the job!"

You make a hasty retreat to the bathroom, cutting on the light and meeting Ryomen's eyes in your reflection.

"That was an embarrassment! Your spirit wasn't aroused even once. Don't lie and say it was, because I felt everything you felt. Which was nearly nothing, by the way."

You try ignoring his words, but tears are pouring from your eyes as you clean yourself up. This was a sensitive subject for you, and you feel greatly embarrassed. You wash your face last, still saying nothing.
You sink deeper into your dark thoughts. Your partner used to be alot more attentive when you were first intimate. But that's been the pattern every relationship has. Right? The excitement just eventually...dwindles away.

"No. That's not how it is," Sukuna was reading your thoughts again.

"Anyone can disregard someone else's experience. That's a choice they make...Same can be said for the choice you've made to tolerate it." He adds the last part with what sounds like contempt. Was he...mad at you?

"You know what you like, why don't you say it?" He prodded further. "Why are you settling for this?"

It's just...it feels like I'm disappointing someone when I'm not...
oh, god. Now you were sounding like a crybaby.

You creep back into bed, rolling to your side. You huddle under your sheets and cover your head with your pillow. Trying to be as silent as possible, you let a few more tears slide, choking back a small hiccup. Some people look cute when they cry. Must be nice for them.

You feel a warm sensation spreading from your back and down your legs. It feels almost as if someone is holding you from behind. You hear Sukuna again, his voice gentler than before,

"It's fine," he mutters.
"You're fine. No one is upset"

His feeble attempts at comforting you pull you from your headspace. Why did he care how you were feeling? You were human, and human emotions weren't something demons took consideration for. Even Sukuna had said that he didn't. You take a few deep breaths, and find yourself feeling calmer. You briefly picture him really holding your subconscious in his arms as you drift to sleep.

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"There's some horrid bird trapped in here somewhere." Sukuna announced. It was mid-morning the next day, and you were frantically tearing your room apart searching for your cell. You had been trying to clean up the horrific mess from the night before without waking your partner, who was still passed out.

"It's not a bird, it's a phone call! Sh!" You hissed for his silence when you finally find the damn thing.

"Hello?" You press ANSWER and listen.

"...Is this _?" A voice asks. It sounds vaguely familiar, but you can't place it. It seems they know your name though.

"Uh, yes. Who is this?"

"It's not important. There's no time. You need to get out of your house. Now." They urged you.
"You're in danger."

Your heart stops. Who was this? What did they mean danger? This had to be a prank.

"What? Is this a joke? Rae, you aren't funny." You desperately hope this is an elaborate prank from one of your friends.

"This is a matter of life and death. You need to get out of your house now." They sounded frantic.
"Something is coming for you. If you want those around you to stay alive, you'll get somewhere away from them. Immediately." There was a click, then the call ended.