A/N: Woo! Questions! This chapter was fun to write. I had an idea to incorporate Atem's other form and while it wrote well, I thought nah, let's leave y'all itching for that one. So here's cute boys being cute and eventually very very spicy!
"Do you get hungry?" I ask him as I push a box of ramen into his hands. I didn't feel like cooking what little I have in stock, so it's takeout again tonight, but this time I have the pleasure of treating my new boyfriend.
He chuckles as I pass him and joins me on the couch. I love this flavour. I've had too much takeout this past month but the plus side is trying new things.
"The hunger I feel is not the same as humans. They require food to sustain themselves but my food is their lust." He replies languidly as he unboxes his meal. I watch him curiously as he sniffs it, examining it.
"Have you ever had Ramen?" I ask curiously.
"Not this kind." He responds happily.
"Do you not need food to survive?" I ask before swirling my chopsticks around and blowing on my deliciously hot meal.
"Not necessarily. I need to feed on lust to survive. I can eat because it suits my purpose, but I do not need to feed like this."
"Suits your purpose?" I ask, frowning a little at that.
"Like a venus fly trap, I lure my prey, whatever it takes. A little pheromones, a display of likeness… anything that can draw my meal to me. It's much easier to have my fill if my prey is well fed, and they are most likely to feed if I dine with them." He answers this like a smooth red wine but I dislike the way he says prey like he's some kind of animal, or like we are. Actually I don't like the idea of him with anyone else… but then he's an incubus and a host… I already knew he'd been with others. Doesn't make it hurt any less.
"Are we prey to you?" I ask dismissively and I pout when he snickers at me.
"Humans yes, but you never. You are my love, the home of my heart and from now the only source of my life. I shall not intentionally feed on others though I cannot help the intake if it should happen around me. Second hand lust is like second hand smoke - unavoidable really."
Hmmm… I can't help but fall for those honeyed words. He certainly knows the way to my heart… brat.
"What does lust feel like to you? Smoke is uncomfortable to breathe, you make lust sound like its some kind of scent you thrive on. Like a plant and the sun almost."
He laughs happily and I love his smile. "I suppose you can liken my feeding to osmosis. Maybe. Lust is… well obviously you have felt it within yourself… it's like that but knowing it's not your own. Feeling your lust fuels my own desire and it's that feeling that gives me life."
Okay… I think that makes sense.
"So why are you eating with me now if you don't need to? And were you trying to lure me when you took me on those dates?"
"Yes to the second but not to feed on you. Not necessarily. I was curious about you. I sensed you were different but I didn't know why. And I'm eating with you now because despite not needing to I do enjoy the act of eating. It is reminiscent, a guilty pleasure and I like knowing what you enjoy." He answers smoothly before raising his chopsticks up at me in cheers.
"Reminiscent?" I ask casually and he smiles softly.
The silence falls between us as we eat. I wonder how old he is. He said he remembers Egypt but it isn't what he remembers. I wonder how so. "How old are you?" I ask between my next mouthful.
He doesn't answer me, instead taking another mouthful, but a small frown sets upon his face. Is that not a good question?
"I'm afraid it's quite an age gap." He muses carefully, cryptically. He's a demon… undoubtedly what, a few hundred years?
"Okay?"
He eyes me carefully, searching and it makes me nervous, but I want to know more about him. I want to know everything there is about him.
"I am approximately 5000 years old."
I almost choke on my next bite at that, coughing my food back into my little box as the shock stuns me. "Five thousand?!"
"Yes?" He sounds a little shamed and it makes me shake myself free. I compose myself. I need to be more tactful.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect such a gap." I say and he sighs softly.
"I understand. In all honesty it's strange for me also to be with someone so young. More than just for one night anyway. Humans are children compared to me, you are not too different. But I take comfort in knowing that despite your youth I shall be yours forever more."
"28 to 5000. I'm a baby in comparison to you. What's a demon's life span?"
"Eternity until death." He shrugs simply.
"So you can live forever?"
"Yes. Unless killed or we neglect our needs."
"Starvation?" I ask and he nods. "How long can you go without lust?"
"The longest had been this past month if you neglect the tiny snacks I needed to stave it off. At most though, with none… about 3 weeks? However that is only until our control becomes unbearable. After that our survival instinct takes hold eventually… we become almost animalistic. Such as humans would in their desire to survive. I actually have never known an incubus to starve though."
Fair… I suppose demons would thoroughly enjoy feasting. Why test it? Except…
"Do humans get tortured when they're sent to hell? Do demons for that matter if they do wrong?"
He shifts uncomfortably then and turns to his food. Personal question?
"There are no humans in hell. And yes… demons are not exempt from punishment." He says stiffly after a while. No humans? But…
"In church we were taught if you sinned you were sent to hell. Is that wrong?"
"It isn't completely wrong. When humans die their souls are weighed and cleansed. The pure rise to heaven, the purged remains are sent to hell. From there their fate is decided accordingly. Thus, no humans, only what remains of their sins."
"Oh! Well that's good… right?" I ask. That sounds good to me.
"I suppose. The remains do not remember their past as human. There isn't enough to remember. Unless you were completely wicked and not worth saving. Those are turned into full demons and often completely disfigured, monstrosities that you are often taught."
Okay… so humans can become demons if they're bad enough, otherwise the dark aspects of us are cleansed from us and become demons?
"So… when you died you became a demon, right?"
He looks very uncomfortable now, frowning and glaring at his food. This must be a heavy topic for him. Demons are surprisingly sensitive. Let's pick a lighter topic.
"Your wings."
"What about them?" He looks at me with a curious and forced smile.
"Could you fly me to work?" I ask lightly and he laughs and relaxes again. Good work Yugi.
"I could but not without causing a scene."
I laugh at that, imagining the sight on everyone's faces. While they pull up in their cars I pull up on my demon.
Okay. The question I wanted to ask. "You seem kind of desperate to release them while we're um… you know. D-does it feel better to have them out? Do you usually show your prey your wings when you are with them?"
He shifts to face me more, comfortable this time. "Have you ever felt so horny and in need to be relieved but so caught in your own skin, your own clothes, your own situation that you yearn for that freedom? But you just can't. Like a boiling hot day and you just can't wait to strip down to nothing?"
…"Yes?" I say slowly and he smiles, showing off those beautiful fangs of his.
"It feels like that. This form, the one I present myself in, is more a suit than my body. Releasing my wings, allowing my body to breathe in my proper skin is like standing nude before you. Letting my wings free, even clothed, feels so freeing that I can actually enjoy myself."
Hmmm… I like that. That means that today he was really enjoying himself. Perhaps freeing his wings is more revealing for him than I realised. His wings aren't small, keeping them hidden like this must be quite restrictive.
I set my meal down and face him properly. He's intrigued, with half a mouthful of noodles dangling from his lips. It's really cute actually. He slurps it up and waits for my next question.
"Would you show me your true form again?" I ask and he swallows cautiously.
"You want to see me again?" He asks slowly, as if unsure.
I nod and he seems to not believe me at first. I offer a warm smile and nod, hoping that will encourage him. I don't want him to feel restrained around me. I want to know all of him and I don't want him to pretend he's nothing less than what he is.
He sets his own meal down and stands away from me, always facing me. I see his nerves but I think he'll show me. "It's okay. I want you to be yourself around me."
"You are incredible, Yugi." He whispers.
A moment later the lights flicker rapidly, the TV flashes on and off with static, the walls are vibrating. I feel the temperature drop again and somewhere in a different apartment I hear murmurs above me of confusion. It's not just my apartment he affects then.
Smoke forms behind him as he breathes and once again his wings form, curled behind. His horns extend, his fingers turn black. Black streaks from his eyes grow and he sighs heavily I see his fangs, longer now.
The temperature rises once more as the electronics settle. The ground is no longer shaking and he breathes deeply, slowly before he opens his beautiful fiery eyes at me. He looks nervous but I marvel at him. He's just … so beautiful, so cool!
I smile happily, beaming at his glorious visage and his nerves seem to calm. I pat the space beside me where he sat earlier and he's hesitant but he moves slowly, gliding to sit warily beside me.
"Hi." I laugh and he smiles brightly.
"Hello." His voice is like honey again, marvellously smooth.
"Why does your voice change?" I ask curiously out of the mountain of questions I have for him.
"My human form is restrictive. Like a harness or a cage… like this I am more … me. It feels larger, freer. I can breathe properly like this and my fangs and tongue allow my words to form differently. I find many humans are drawn to it like this as well."
Hmm. I like that. "How long is your tongue? Does it split like a devils?" I ask and he smiles cheekily. I love the way his fangs press against his lips when he smiles.
"I can make it split if you desire but normally no. I find it uncomfortable if I'm honest. It can be quite long too… in any form." He says. I feel devilish.
"Show me?"
There's something in the way he breathes that excites me. He looks young and … no he's beaming! He's loving this. He mustn't get asked to show this side of him much. Why not? He's a God.
He opens his mouth and lets his tongue out. It's a beautiful and healthy pink colour, smooth and wet. It extends far longer than I expected too. Like… I've seen people with long tongues before. So long I thought them fake. But this is almost fantasy! It extends to his chest, flicking up playfully like a snake almost tasting the air. It curls, bouncing once before rolling back into his mouth. He smiles shyly and I feel as hot as he is red. His control of it, how long it is…
"What that tongue do?" I ask stupidly, clearly dazed and he laughs.
"Do you want to find out?" He asks cheekily and I quickly shake myself free of the flurry of images flooding my mind. As much as I want to - and I want to - I have so many other questions I want to ask first before I get too distracted.
"Yes… later though."
He smiles and nods curtly, which draws my attention to his horns. "Can you feel anything through your horns?"
He smiles and strokes the large pair on top. They are larger and thicker than the lower two pairs and appear ridged and worn. A chip is missing from the right one but it looks like an aged injury. "The primal pair are not that sensitive. They are strong and meant for battle and defence." He moves his hand to the lower pair but I note he doesn't touch them. "The lower two are a lot more sensitive to touch. It was … new to me when you tickled them earlier."
"So they're ticklish?" I ask with a great playful smile.
"No… it actually felt… arousing…" He admits shyly, and it makes me pause. I see… that reaction before then was pleasure… noted.
"I see. Your fangs kind of look like a vampires…"
"I am not a vampire." He says boredly.
"Are they real?"
"They are demons, they thirst for blood. They are similar to Incubi or succubi but they are not. I would be careful when likening us to them as well. I might pray on a humans cardinal desire but I at least leave them alive. Vampires prefer the flavours of their blood. They waste humans like they are expendable, when in fact their true value lies in their renewability."
I respect his respect for humans but I don't care for the way he talks about us like we're cattle and he has a different view to another farmer… "We aren't a resource you know…"
"Everything is a resource. The noodles we ate tonight, the eggs and vegetables and prawns - they are a resource just as much as the cows and sheep humans farm, just as much as the fish you eat. Humans are resourceful just as much, the difference is how we perceive sentience. But animals converse with one another and form bonds as you do. We are no different and there is no shame in that."
…
I suppose he's right… in any case at least he doesn't hurt us. "So, what do you do to humans? Like, do you take their souls when you feed? I read once that succubi and incubi rape their victims and kill them."
"That is not true of all of us. I won't lie, there are many that do. They desire to feed and they see humans as a resource. There are many like myself who prefer to conserve and charm our prey, leaving them alive to feed us again later. Often those touched by a Cubas will have a stain on their soul and that soul will often form another of us when they die."
"The whole purging thing?" I ask and he nods fervently.
"Yes. It's a little complicated. There are many ways a demon is born, all varying usually from soul to soul."
"Right… have you left a mark on my soul?" I ask curiously and he shakes his head.
"You are too pure. Your light purges anything I can do to you."
"Right… angel." I say rolling my eyes and shifting uncomfortably. I'm still not too sure about the notion. I like being a human…
"You dislike it so much." It isn't a question but he looks at me for an answer. Some kind of clarification. He looks amused, even relaxing against the back of the couch lazily.
"I like being human." I say simply. Truth be told I can't pinpoint why it makes me uncomfortable. I just know it does.
"It is a new concept for you. I understand."
"You do?" I ask, perhaps a little more sharp than I intended but he doesn't look taken aback. He grimaces at me and combs through his hair.
"I was a very different person once upon a time. A monster, if you will. 5000 years I lived as nothing but a lust craved beast… then one day everything changed and I had to face truths I didn't want to. It came with a lot of confronting and uncomfortable feelings but with time and thought came acceptance eventually. Give it time. You will see that what you are is nothing to be scared of."
"You are scared of me." I say simply and he flinches. I see him wavering but he's trying very hard not to show it.
"I am scared of what power that slumbers within you. I am scared of the instinct within. I am not scared of you." He answers bravely, though it's not entirely convincing.
"But, you're a demon. You're strong right? Angels and demons aren't evenly matched?" I ask curiously and he chuckles.
"There are many demons who can easily match an angel, even overcome them, but Incubi are not among them. I could maybe hold my own but I would do better to evade and escape them before fighting them." He says fondly, as if already resigned to this. I bet he's a lot stronger than he gives himself credit for though. He doesn't strike me as the type to give up so easily.
"Could you show me some of your power?" I ask curiously. He looks thoughtful for a moment and then grins. A moment later the TV turned on loudly playing a very intense porn scene of a very hardcore orgy. Women are screaming, furniture is banging and it's so loud I am 100% positive my neighbours can hear it. In fact I know they can when I hear angry banging on the wall behind the TV.
"TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!" I scream, scrambling for the remote and only smacking it away instead. It turns off though and I sigh in relief, meanwhile my cheeky ass of a demon boyfriend is laughing into his hand. I glare at him but it doesn't phase him at all.
"Okay maybe an angel can kill you." I grumble and he calms his chuckling slowly.
"I'm sorry but that was too good to pass up." He laughs.
"What else can you do?" I sigh and lean back again.
"Hmmm… I can influence humans of course to make them aroused. Telepathy is a basic skill though it becomes much much easier once I know the persons name."
"Have you used telepathy on me? It felt like you did earlier." I muse and he looks pleasantly surprised.
"You heard it afterall?"
"You thanked me?"
He nods happily and practically bounces in his seat. "Yes. Telepathy with an Angel is much harder though. You have mental barriers that protect you from me. I'd actually been trying to talk to you through it a month ago but nothing seemed to be working. Maybe we needed to be closer. All I could convey was a thank you though huh?"
"Was there more you wanted to say?" I ask slyly.
"Much, but thank you covers it." He matches my blush and we become adorable bashful little idiots.
"Okay. So telepathy is pretty cool. You said earlier that this was one of your forms." I propose and now his shy glances become somewhat nervous again.
"Yes. I have one other. It can allow me to become immensely powerful but it also leaves me acutely vulnerable and takes a great deal of energy to channel. It's volatile and dangerous."
"Sounds scary. Is it scary?" I ask curiously and he smiles warmly at me.
"If I ever show it to you, and I hope I never have to, then I do not want you to fear me. I would never hurt you and only ever resort to it for your safety."
Hmmm… that's sweet. It doesn't sound like he wants to show it to me though. I want to know but I won't push him. Hard. "Thank you. Though… I kinda wouldn't mind seeing it one day. I um, want to know everything about you."
He blushes cutely and the way he breathes is so endearing I am entranced by it. But then he looks away from me to busy himself with brushing out his pants, and I wonder if I've touched him some way. He seems the type to dish out compliments and flirts a lot but maybe he doesn't receive many. I suppose it's as he said earlier: its difficult to form connections when everyone is too busy lusting over you rather than looking beneath the surface. He's crazy if he thinks I can't do both though.
"I'm happy to answer almost anything you wish to ask, but I am curious as to why you've avoided the subject of angels thus far." He says, glancing at me watchfully.
I know what he's getting at. He did all that research to learn that I'm some kind of Cupid, so you'd think anyone would be interested in learning more about what that means exactly. I won't lie… I am. But it scares me a bit if I'm honest. I'd much rather learn more about him and live in blissful ignorance when it comes to me.
"I'm not dating an angel, I'm dating a demon. I think I'd much rather learn about what I'm getting myself into." I say smoothly. His lips softly smirk and he gives me a 'touche' raise of his brows.
"Fair enough. What else would you like to know?"
Oohh the possibilities. I look up to the ceiling and think. I have a 5000 year old demon in my living room willing to share with me anything I want to know free of charge. I know two of his forms, I've gotten a taste of what he can do. He's confirmed humans don't go to hell but he seemed unwilling or uncomfortable to talk about how he died, if he did that is. He might have been born a demon for all I know.
"Can demons be born demons or do they all come from human souls?" I ask.
I hear him clear his throat and I roll my head to look at him. He's frowning again at his pants, picking at invisible fluff. I wonder why this makes him feel uncomfortable.
"Most demons are born from human souls. They're common and usually not among the strongest. The strongest are created in hell and they are as nasty as they come. It's rumoured that they were once Gods, others say they shaped the earth, some say they created sin in men. I don't know the truth of them and I would rather not know. I am among those born from a human soul, as are all other Incubi."
Wow. That's pretty cool actually. Though I'm not sure why that was uncomfortable to talk about. Maybe it has something to do with why he fled. He's a lot kinder than I expect most demons to be.
"So… can I ask why you fled hell?"
He throws a brief glare at me before he shifts in his seat. This is clearly a tender subject, but he can't blame me for my curiosity. "We don't have to go there if you don't want to." I add quickly.
"Of what you imagine hell to be, would you not flee it as well?" He asks sharply.
I suppose he's right. I just thought demons would think it home. But home isn't always a good place to be I suppose.
"You're right. So, if there's a hell does that mean heaven is real too? Does that mean the Christian Faith is the real one?"
He sighs, perhaps out of relief maybe but his brows iron out and he feels less tense. "Heaven is, from my understanding, a state of peace. It's not a place like hell or earth is but a dream like plane of existence, governed and protected by beings of pure light: angels. The being humans revere as God is a mysterious thing. They are God and they are Gods, plural. They have made themselves known through the ages to many cultures and thus spawned the humans faith in them and begun their religions. In short, they are one and all Gods and no one religion is 'real one'."
Woah. If my old ministers heard that they'd have burned him. They'd burn him anyway for being a demon but heaven forbid he say that all religions are right…
"That's um, pretty crazy."
"A lot to take in?" He chuckles lightly and I join him, breathing out in exasperation.
"Yeah. I'm not a strong believer in God, but I know the teachings and its pretty unreal to learn all that. But… I kind of like it that way. It means that if we weren't so stubborn or stupid then we could all get along instead of fighting over which is real and what happens after." I muse fondly. "That'd be nice."
"You are truly a unique person, Yugi." He sings warmly. It takes me by surprise how soft that was considering a moment ago.
"W-why do you say that?" I ask shyly.
He reaches for my hand and gently takes it, stroking the back of it gingerly and resting against the back of the couch languidly. A small smile plays on his lips and his eyes are so dreamy as he watches my hand. "You are so kind. I've known many humans in my time but none have ever compared to your light. I have known kindness and warmth, I have seen many good souls, most of which did not deserve what had been dealt to them; but you are pure light and it shows in your personality. Your kindness and warmth, your ability to forgive and continuously give chances at sacrifice to yourself. I've always known angels to be terrifying, heard the stories of their benevolence but always only ever seen the carnage in their wake. I've always thought them pompous and arrogant, pig headed and close minded but you? You are the example of what people think an angel should be: virtuous and true and miraculously beautiful. You are the exception to everything I thought an angel was. Until I met you, I never knew what true kindness, warmth, forgiveness and love could feel like and I never thought I would feel them. You mesmerise me, Yugi. I cannot express with words how deeply I feel for you."
… wow… that was … so sweet. But, surely I can't be all that. I mean, sure I'll admit I'm kind. I don't believe in being mean, it's not in me. And maybe I forgive too easily, but that's because I'm not perfect either. I'm just as warm as I feel everyone should be. Maybe that's not everyone but that's what makes us different. I don't know if I'm as good as he makes me out to be though.
"I'm… thank you, that is really sweet of you to say but I shouldn't stand on so high a pedestal. I'm just like anyone else, or what I feel anyone else should be. I was always taught to do unto others what I want others to do unto me. It's not a hard lesson or anything special." I shrug easily but he frowns.
A moment later he scoots closer to me and pulls me into a firm hug. My face is buried against his chest and I feel his face nuzzle into my hair. His scent is intoxicating. I love it and crawl closer, trying to take it all in for myself.
"You are so special. You may be too modest to see it, but to me you are my world. You are something so precious I do not deserve to behold but I will gladly strive to protect for all eternity. For a demon of lust, that is a vow I cannot make lightly. By all rights I should not harbour these feelings for you, they should have been purged from me upon my birth but now I see: whatever I am, whatever you have made me into, these feelings I thought taken from me have merely slumbered in wait for you. You, Yugi, are the key to the humanity I once had, so many years ago."
Humanity… so… he was a human? Like, a full human? Not a mass of peoples lust? But a single human?
Also! I've never heard anything uttered so sweet in all my life! No love story in a game, book or movie comes close to what he just said. My heart is fluttering so fast I barely feel it beating; save for the warm ache in my chest I'd wager it wasn't.
He pulls me off him just enough to touch my face, resting his forehead against mine. His fiery eyes are flickering and dancing so slowly and calmly, it's like a gentle river of flames. They're so beautiful.
"I love you." He whispers and in that instant those words fill me with a surge of hot energy I shiver uncontrollably. It makes us laugh and I don't know what to do so I kiss him. I press into him deeply, breathing his scent, tasting his flavour and masking whatever kind of electricity is freely coursing through my body right now.
I feel hot. Scorchingly so. But it's not an insufferable and desperate burn like lust is. It's an endless stream of energy I don't know what to do with. It's amazing! I feel the world just got brighter despite the time of evening. Like the sun has risen to give us one last glimpse of light before the night. It feels like my heart is pouring through my body and he is the reason why.
No… it's not just mine. Through his kiss and his words I feel his heart pouring into me. This is incredible! I can't get enough! I pull at his shirt, climb onto his lap and never let our kiss break and I drink whatever magic is between us that I can only name love.
I feel his hands slide around my back to rest happily on my hips as my own are pulling on his shirt to squeeze at any inch of his chest and shoulders I can. Our kiss is like a volcanic battle between love and lust, both fighting it out and I adore every second. I want to drink his love and I want to give in to my lust and God only knows what is happening right now! All I know is I want more of it. More!
My hands slide up his strong, firm neck and into his hair. I tug and push his head back and his mouth opens to let me explore. I feel his hands now sliding past my hips to carefully run over my ass. He's tentative and I appreciate that because I'm hyper aware of his hands now.
He pulls back and gasps sharply when my fingers brush over the base of something hard in his hair. He shivers and moans and I can feel his entire body tensing as he breathes deeply. I'm worried I hurt him… I almost don't care… I want more but… wait Yugi. Wait. Ground.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice a whispering husk. He nods quickly and then looks up at me with eyes so dark I swear all the flames just went out. It's almost frightening.
"I. Need. You."
There's something dangerous in the way he said that, but so exciting too. He's hungry… and though I believe he fed well before I think touching his horns like that just brought it all back.
"So… wanna show me what that tongue do?" I whisper eagerly and the deep growl that purrs in his throat just a moment before he lifts me up is so fun!
"Let me show you." He growls and I laugh happily as he kisses my neck hungrily and whisks me away through the house, down the hall and straight to my bedroom.
He kisses me fervently, hungrily as he carries us away. His open mouth plants nipping little kisses down my jaw and I glance to see his wing push my door closed behind him just a moment before he tosses me onto my bed.
I fall onto it with a heavy thwump but his hands are quick to catch my head, capturing my lips in desperate kisses. His claws dig slightly into my skin and it's sharp and painful, but it's more like a cats claws than anything too painful.
I almost can't keep up with his kisses though. They're so fast, so starved and needy. It's like touching his horns switched something on for him, something exhilarating and more primal than I thought possible. My heart is racing with the anticipation of what he wants to do to me. I can't wait! Yes! Kiss me!
He moves to my jaw, down along to my ear where he nips my lobe. One of his hands combs through my hair, pulling slightly to reveal my neck to him where he breathes and lightly touches my skin with his sharp, hungry fangs. His wings flap behind him and forces the air around us to pulse. I'm almost afraid but I want this so much!
"Colour." He whispers, his voice harsh and needy. Oohh I love this. Even drunk with lust he's still considering me.
"Green."
A low growl rolls in the back of his throat and he pushes me back, climbing onto my lap and claiming my throat for his own. I feel his hot, wet tongue lapping at my skin while his fangs sink into my flesh. I yelp in pain, tensing and trying to pull away from him but he has a tight hold of me. Probably for the best too because he might just tear out my throat if I had. He lets me go almost immediately though, licking at the stinging wound apologetically.
"I'm sorry." He whispers briefly before he wraps his lips around the area. I can't feel his fangs anymore but I do feel him sucking and licking until it no longer hurts anymore.
"Be careful with those fangs, please." I whisper and gasp as the heat is making me feel feverish and dizzy.
"Yes, my love." He purrs like a kitten, nuzzling my neck affectionately while his hands are busy trying to lift my shirt. I feel myself melting to his touch, my muscles becoming jelly at the utterance of the word. Mindlessly I help him rid myself of my annoying shirt and he is quick to latch his lips onto my body. He plants wet, heady kisses all over my chest, along my collarbone, back down to my ribs and around my stomach. All the while I curl and roll and pant and squirm with the excitement and heat coiling down below. My body is reeling in pure pleasure that I can barely breathe. I hold my breath between pants and moans as my body spasms and temporarily shuts my brain off.
His strong, hot hands spread over my body, mapping out my muscles and massaging me as he climbs lower and lower. His fingers roll over one of my puckering nipples and I shudder and make some embarrassing mewl in response. I hear him chuckle as he kisses around my belly button and soon he climbs back up, leaving trails of kisses as he returns to me. His fingers rub around my nipple, teasing me relentlessly. He squeezes and pinches and a sharp squeak escapes my throat.
"N-nya…" I breathe, feeling my body tingle and ache with a need for relief. I don't want him to stop, but a moment to breathe and catch up might be nice.
"I love the sounds you make." He sings and a moan catches in my throat when his tongue flicks my other nipple.
I think I grabbed his hair to try and push him off me or to pull him up to kiss me, but between his pinching and rubbing and his tongues lapping and flicking, I'm now keeping him there while my legs curl around his waist. I'm so disoriented and confused but I adore every second of attention he's giving me. Never have I ever been worshipped like this. No one's ever touched me like this and my mind is spacing out while my body completely seeks any and all form of pleasure.
After a while my nipples are so hard and red and sensitive that my devious body is flinching from his touches. It almost hurts now and I -
His hand leaves chest, his lips kiss my nipple gently and he moves up to kiss my cheek. My legs are hooked around his waist though so as he moves, my body moves with him and I am acutely aware that his hips are directly in line with my ass - if only our clothes were gone!
He kisses my cheek softly, a stark difference to need he felt before. He moves though so that our noses are touching and we're breathing one another in. His eyes are so dark I can barely see the red in them and I feel my face must be just as dark.
"I need to know where your boundaries are."
"Boundaries?" I ask drunkenly. I know he wants to know how far I want to go but my brain is so foggy I can barely think straight. "I… I want you. I want you so much but -"
"Not all the way?" He asks for me and I nod weakly. He kisses me deeply, no tongue, just hard before he leaves me with a quick kiss to my cheek.
He skitters down my body leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands brush over my very sensitive nipples which makes me squirm and moan. They slide down my sides until they reach the hem of my pants. I lift my hips in anticipation and he kisses the dip he finds. The loose pajama bottoms I adopted earlier are easy to slip off and I feel my cock spring up smack against his jaw. I look down to watch his lust drunk eyes worshiping my cock. He appears mesmerized by it, entranced even, his tongue hanging from his mouth hungrily. His hands massage the top of my thighs, squeezing with a need he can barely contain. My cock is like a treat he is waiting rather impatiently for and I looooooove it.
"Atem." I say just a moment before he moves to take it into his mouth. He hesitates and looks at me, his mouth still open and his eyes yearning for me to let him continue. I grin and smirk, taking great pleasure in holding his straining attention. "Show me what that tongue does." I chew my lips and his smirk is to die for!
He lowers his tongue and I watch as it grows and wraps around my shaft, looping around it twice. I want to watch as it pulses around my throbbing muscle but the pleasure is so intense I close my eyes, moaning loudly and throwing my head back. Somehow, robbed of the delectable sight the sensations are only increased. His tongue is hot, wet and so firm in it's movements as it strokes my cock. This is what I imagine tentacle porn to feel like, except this is Atem's tongue. Ohhh fuck me!
"Yes!" I moan out, my hips rising until I feel his lips around my head. "Ah! Yes!"
I hear him moan and he presses my hips back down, but his mouth follows me, swallowing me whole while his tongue continues to stroke and pulse. His hot wet cave, the saliva, his stroking and attention to everything is so intense! My mind is melting. My legs open further as my hips fight against his hands to rise. He positions me in a way that I can't close my legs again but he is free to bounce his head. One hand free I feel it slide under me to fondle and caress my balls. I am losing myself. Trying to catch any kind of awareness is like holding water in a colander. I just … I can't think.
His hands are masterful in the way the squeeze and while I can't raise or buck my hips too far because of his other hand on my stomach keeping me down, I can still flex and mimic the motion of thrusting into his mouth, all the while his glorious tongue is massaging and milking my cock from inside his mouth. I feel his throat around my head and his moans vibrate against me. Every sensation is so intense I might just come from this. I don't want to though, I want his to go on forever, but I can't control how fast my body is climbing.
I feel so close to losing it and spilling myself down his throat again that I reach for his head to push myself further into him. It works and he makes a startled moan, easing into pleasurable ones when I rock gently in and out of him.
Something incredible happens though when my fingers brush along the base of his horns. His wings flap hard against the bed, a whimpering moan sings through his throat. His hands tighten around my balls and somehow he pushes his head deeper down onto my cock, burying his face in my abdomen to take every possible inch of me. But then, the incredible thing is I feel his hand on my balls leave me. He lifts his head just enough to stick his fingers into his mouth, his tongue never stops stroking me and then they slide down. I watch everything and then feel his fingers at my entrance. I tense up as he circles the area, pushing gently. It feels uncomfortable but his tongue is quick to soothe me.
My hands brush along his horns again and again he takes me fully into his mouth, his wings flap aggressively and I feel his finger push inside me. It feels wrong and gross at first and I almost squirm away from him, but then I think about how incredible it would be if it was his cock inside me instead and that undoes me in seconds.
He pushes his fingers in slowly and out and my entire body spasms with the orgasm that crashes into me. I scream his name, push down further against his finger and my cock pulses inside his mouth. Stars cloud my vision and I stop breathing for a moment while my body rides the storm of ecstasy. I hear him moaning but beyond that nothing else exists.
Eventually, when I can breathe again and my brain returns to feel the sensations of numbness and dizzy spells, I feel him release me. Affectionately he kisses my dick, cleaning me off before he slowly and gently climbs up to lay beside me.
I can't move. I can barely breathe or open my eyes. All I can feel is euphoria taking hold of my body and his hot hands pulling me to lay against his chest. His heart is beating rapidly and his hands are so soft and warm as they pet my hair down. I want to please him too, but I feel my emotions are hastily trying to steal control. I feel happy. Beyond happy, but my eyes and nose are tinging and prickling with the need to cry and I don't know why, and it's scares me. I feel good. That was incredible. Why am I crying?
"Shhh… it's alright. I have you." He whispers softly in my ear. I nod and grab onto him weakly, hating how little strength I have in my fingers.
"Wh-why am I crying?" I ask pathetically and he hushes me gently.
"It is normal. Sex is an emotional experience. This is normal. Just ride it out. You're okay. You did so well, I'm so proud of you." He sings softly. It makes me feel better if it is normal. I can see why it's emotional, but I should be happy not crying.
"I want to please you too." I sob and hiccup and he chuckles light heartedly.
"Look at me." He breathes and directs my head up to look at him. His eyes burn brightly now. So bright they're like little suns and the flames in them are so alive. This is so different to the dark almost black eyes he had moments ago. He smiles at me and boops my nose with his own. "I am well and truly satisfied. You are incredible, Yugi. You are officially the first and only person who has ever tamed the beast inside me. You have no idea the power you have over me. I love you so much." He sings his praises and they turn me into an absolute puddle in his arms.
A very sleepy puddle.
A very wet, hot, sleepy and happy puddle.
…happy puddle…