Ryou Bakura's Guide to Summoning Demons

by HaraKumiko

So some idiot had clearly had too much time on their hands and uploaded a bunk ritual on a subreddit Ryou liked to frequent in his downtime. But, then again, he was the one drawing a summoning circle on his living room floor, so who was the real idiot? Or, in which Ryou accidentally summons an avatar of primordial darkness and it's REALLY into him.

A/N: This story contains explicit content and body horror.

---

Ryou was certain that this wouldn't work. Who the hell would write an accurate summoning ritual on the internet? It was probably just a hoax to scare teenagers at slumber parties. But his friends had flaked out of the annual Halloween movie night this year, so he was stuck in his apartment with a bunch of candles, some leftover chalk from the last time he'd had a sleepover (it wasn't his fault that he couldn't resist the occasional 'demonic circle' prank on his friends), and a whole lot of free time.

So some idiot had clearly had too much time on their hands and uploaded a bunk ritual on a subreddit Ryou liked to frequent in his downtime. But, then again, he was the one drawing a summoning circle on his living room floor, so who was the real idiot?

The writing that outlined the circle looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Regardless, he drew it with embarrassing precision, focusing on getting everything just right, then poured salt around the perimeter of the circle. Just because it was fake didn't mean he should half-ass it. Once he was done, he turned off the lights, lit the candles placed around the circle, and knelt outside of the perimeter. The instructions had said to recite the incantation he'd copied onto a sticky note three times, so he took a deep breath and started to recite the incantation, one, two, three times - and nothing happened. He waited patiently for a full minute, peering at the circle before sighing, slouching with his chin in his hands. "Yeah, that's the last time I trust the Occult subreddit," he said to himself. "Well, at least chalk cleans up -"

At that moment, the candles blew out, plunging the room into darkness.

Ryou sat up, stunned at the sudden development. "...Oh." One by one, the candles around the circle re-ignited, the flames bursting upward dramatically. Ryou stared at the circle, dumbfounded as the writing started to glow. Holy shit, it was an actual, real ritual... And he'd just performed it on a bored whim. The post didn't even say anything about what kind of spirit it was supposed to summon! What the hell had he just done?!

The circle hummed with energy, but aside from the flickering of the candles and his increasingly shaky breathing, all was quiet. Well, it was too late to go back, now. He leaned forward again and testingly called, "Hello?" The flames flickered again, and he could swear he heard whispering. "Uh... did I mess something up?" He glanced back down at the instructions. Oh, yeah - there was another step he was supposed to take, a single word to help the vision manifest. He struggled with the pronunciation, eventually saying, "Ta... taeala?"

Faintly, he heard another voice echoing him. If he didn't know any better, it sounded like it was correcting him. He didn't have much time to contemplate that as the candles' flames danced higher, making the darkness of the apartment around him almost oppressive in comparison. Ryou dug his fingers into his knees, forcing himself to take calm, even breaths. "Taeala."

The smoke from the candles curled into the center of the circle, solidifying into a shape. It almost looked like a golden sphere, glowing nearly as bright as the sun, and from it came the voice that had echoed him, finally speaking at a level he could properly hear. And the first thing it said was, "Your pronunciation is garbage."

Ryou furrowed his brows. "Sorry. I don't speak, uh..."

"It's Arabic."

"Oh." Ryou looked down at the paper, then at the writing around the circle. In retrospect, it was pretty obviously Arabic - and with that knowledge, the manifest command also made a lot more sense. "Well. I feel silly."

"At least you're smart enough to stay on your knees." The sphere paused. "Are you going to finish it?"

"What do you mean? This was the last step." The sphere sighed in frustration. "To be fair, I found this on the internet. They must have cut off the ending."

"You always go around summoning demons with internet rituals, azizi?"

"No. But I didn't think this would work."

"Well, it did," the sphere said almost mockingly. "You have to welcome me in."

Ryou looked down at the salt circle, then back up to the sphere. "Okay. Uh... I welcome you."

As the smoke started to dissipate, the sphere said, "Thank you."

Ryou slid back on his knees as smoke filled the circle, eventually taking shape again as... a human. A rather handsome man, just a bit taller than him, with dark skin and a flowing mane of blonde hair. But from the elbows down, his arms - adorned with golden bracelets and arm cuffs - faded into pitch black, ending in wicked-looking claws. He was dressed in form-fitting black fabric that seemed to shift purple in the candlelight, and his eyes glowed a solid golden color as he stared down at Ryou almost expectantly. "Wow," Ryou said after a second. "Wait - did you just say you're a demon?"

The man sighed, resting his hands on his hips. "Did you even read the title - wait, you don't speak Arabic. Of course you didn't. Technically, you just did a ritual to summon primordial darkness. Which is me."

"Oh. Cool." Ryou cleared his throat, shifting backward a bit. He remained seated for now. "I'm not going to lie here, I didn't expect anything to actually happen. My friends cancelled our Halloween movie night, so I thought I'd give this a try..."

The man still stared at him, looking more and more baffled by the second. "You summon demons when you're bored?"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"Cross-stitch. Paint. Write bad fanfiction. Things that don't risk you losing your soul or sanity or whatever."

Ryou sighed, lowering his head. "I can't believe I'm getting roasted by a demon."

"Be thankful you're not getting actually roasted." The man in the circle sat down on the floor, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well. Not like I had anything else going on today. What's your name?"

Ryou sat upright, eyeing him warily. "Not so fast. Is this fae rules?"

The man blinked at him, then laughed. "You know your shit. No, it's not fae rules. I won't steal your face if you tell me your name, promise."

"In that case... I'm Ryou Bakura. Um... sorry, the instructions didn't name you."

"Yeah, I noticed that." The man paused. "Malik is fine."

Ryou nodded. They fell into something of an awkward silence before he finally said, "This is the part where I'm supposed to make a pact with you, I'm sure, but... would it offend you too much to ask you to just ... talk for a while?"

"Lonely, huh?" Malik clicked his tongue against his teeth. "You know, normally, I'd just leave, but I'll be honest, it's been boring lately. Besides, if you summoned me and immediately kicked me out, that's kind of be embarrassing for me, personally."

Ryou found the courage to joke, "I'll spare your ego, then. So... primordial darkness? You much be pretty old, then."

"Nah. If you want to get pedantic about it, I'm an avatar of primordial darkness. The title gets passed down over generations." Malik shrugged, then eyed Ryou up and down. "So, you really just want to talk? You don't have anything you want me to do for you? Evoke vengeance on your enemies or whatever?"

"I don't have those."

"How about a love hex? Haven't done that before. Get a girl you like to give you her number."

Ryou flushed, frantically waving his hands. "No - no, I don't have anything like that, either."

"The guy you like, then? Enby? Whatever suits your fancy, I don't judge."

"No! I'm not interested in anything like that. There's no one interested in me, anyway."

Malik leveled a flat stare at him. "Really? Guy that looks like you, I'd figure people would be breaking down your door."

"I've just, uh..." Ryou sighed, looking down at his lap. "People don't bother to get to know me beyond who they think I am; they see what they want to see and take it at face value. I don't want to be with someone that isn't willing to get to know me. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Malik rested his chin in his hand, watching him with a thoughtful expression. "Hm. Someone that won't run if they find out you do occult rituals in your living room?"

Ryou pouted up at Malik. "Don't make fun of me."

"You get flustered so easily, though. It's cute." Malik smiled knowingly at him. In the golden pools of his eyes, Ryou could faintly see bright white pupils.

It was a very humbling reminder of what, exactly, he was dealing with. Ryou sat upright again, forcing himself to get serious again. "Thank you. But if you're hoping to manipulate me into something by charming me, think again. I'm not that gullible."

Malik blinked at him, lifting his head. "Didn't say you were. You're paranoid, you know that?"

"It's not paranoia when you're dealing -" Ryou stopped, correcting himself. "Talking to demons. You seem sincere, but I don't want to take any risks."

Malik laughed quietly, leaning back to rest on his hands. "'Sincere' isn't a word anyone's ever used to describe me. But I like you so far, Ryou. You're surprisingly casual about chatting with darkness itself."

"Well, I've always had an interest in the occult. You're not the first thing I've summoned, but you're definitely the most... tangible."

Malik leaned forward again to reach out his hand, holding his palm towards Ryou just shy of the circle's perimeter. "Wanna see how tangible?"

"I'm not breaking the circle for you."

"You don't have to. Just get close."

Ryou eyed him suspiciously before shuffling closer and putting his hand up. He could see golden flecks of light shimmer in the air the closer he got to the perimeter of the circle, and it seemed to form a physical barrier as he reached toward it. Malik moved his hand closer, too, touching his palm against Ryou's through the barrier. It felt like coming in from a cold winter's day, a faint tingling that spread from his palm up his arm. Malik eventually pulled away with a hiss, shaking his hand as if he'd burned himself. Ryou pulled back, too, mildly alarmed. "Sorry, did that hurt you?"

"A little bit." Malik shrugged. "It was my idea, though. Don't worry about it." He looked down at his hand thoughtfully. "Never touched a human before."

"Really?"

"You're like... the third person that's ever summoned me. The only one who didn't want anything from me. And definitely the only one that I've found interesting."

Ryou tilted his head with a little frown. "Interesting how?"

"Well, no offense, but it's easy to think you're probably a pushover. It's in your face." Ryou reached up to touch his cheek self-consciously. "That's not a bad thing, by the way. Means you get to take people by surprise, including me. You've got a spark in there." Malik tilted his head and looked at him, contemplating for a long moment. "...could I ask you for something?"

And there it was. Ryou sighed. "What?"

Malik must have heard the mild exasperation in his voice because he raised his hands in a pacifying gesture. "This isn't a deal. You can say no. And if you do, I have to honor that." He licked his lips and said, "I want to touch you."

"Uh...?" Ryou hadn't been expecting that. "That's it?"

"That's it."

"Just... touch me?"

"Yeah. Without the barrier. I'm curious what you feel like."

Ryou couldn't help but flush a little. "You expect me to let you out?"

"No. It's totally up to you." Malik held up a hand and crossed his fingers. "Promise I won't try anything without your permission." Ryou chewed the inside of his cheek for a long moment. Letting a demon... spirit... thing out of its circle was an incredibly stupid move. Sure, Malik seemed sincere, but it could very well be an act. "I'll tell you how to banish me."

"What?" Ryou looked up, stirred from his thoughts by the offer.

"If you change your mind. Demon rules mean that if you revoke consent, I have to back off, but if you don't trust that, I can tell you how to banish me. You'll still have to close the circle and all that, but I'll be gone. No hard feelings." Malik paused. "Sort-of hard feelings."

"You really want this."

Malik's smile was fiendishly wide. "I've always been too greedy for my own good. But I'm not a liar."

He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't do this. "Tell me, then I'll let you out."

Malik's smirk turned into a grin, and he readjusted onto his knees. "Don't repeat after me. Commit it to memory, okay? 'Atrukuni."

'Atrukuni. Ryou didn't even dare to mouth it, burning the word and the pronunciation into his head. Only then did he reach forward and draw his hand through the chalk and the salt, leaving an arm-width gap in the circle. Malik looked down at the circle, then back up, then slowly reached for him. The golden barrier still floated between them, but his arm passed through the gap with ease.

Ryou jumped a little as claws scraped against his skin, not expecting them to be as sharp as they looked. It didn't hurt more than it startled him, but the feeling subsided as Malik's palm enveloped his cheek. The touch flashed hot, almost painfully so, before adjusting his body temperature and blossoming into something more comfortable, slightly below room temperature. "Wow," Malik commented, lowering his hand to settle his fingers along the curve of Ryou's jaw. "I thought you'd be warmer."

"I run cold," Ryou said weakly, feeling a pleasant tingle where Malik's hand made contact and unconsciously leaning into the touch. He was almost entranced by the feeling, leaning forward as Malik pulled away to chase it.

"Oh! I saw that." Malik laughed, his smile turning coy. "How'd it feel for you?"

"Uhm," Ryou said, sitting upright again with a rigid posture. God, this was embarrassing, but he answered honestly. "Like... warm, but then cold. Nice."

Malik tilted his head, and Ryou could see a mischievous gleam swirling in his eyes. "Want me to do it again?"

Despite himself, Ryou nodded. Malik reached out again, hesitating for a moment to decide what to do next before his hand pressed against the side of Ryou's neck. He could feel his heart rate skyrocket in panic as the tips of Malik's claws scraped his skin before he willed himself to calm down. Malik's hand lingered, then trailed down, resting halfway against the collar of his shirt. It felt far too good, and Ryou eventually had the presence of mind to ask, "Are you doing that on purpose?"

"Doing what?" Malik asked innocently, tapping a claw against the junction of his neck and his shoulder.

"Making it feel... nice."

"Maybe you're just touch-starved. I can still do that love hex, you know."

"Stop it," Ryou protested with a nervous laugh. The words had an interesting effect, as suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot from Malik's hand, and he yanked his arm back into the circle with a curse. "Oh! What was -"

"You told me to stop," Malik hissed, shaking his hand.

Ryou covered his mouth, mortified. "Oh. I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Not your fault. The whole consent thing doesn't really do shades of grey. Stings like a bitch, though."

Weirdly enough, despite feeling bad about hurting him, it was comforting to know that there would be a concrete consequence if he changed his mind. He took a deep breath and admitted, "Maybe you're right, though. I do like it."

"No shame in that." Malik winked at him. "No shame in wanting more, either. I'm happy to keep going."

Ryou flushed a little. "And you won't take it personally if I tell you to stop?" he asked cautiously.

"Might bruise my ego a little."

Ryou couldn't help but smile. This was such a bad idea, but god, it was just too tempting. "Okay. Go ahead, then."

Malik grinned, leaning forward again to cup Ryou's cheek. Immediately, the warmth of a summer's day, doused with the chill of shade, blossomed on his face. Malik's palm moved back, claws scraping the back of his neck and triggering a full-body shiver. Ryou gasped a little at the feeling, squeezing his eyes shut as his heart jumped into his throat. "The claws freaking you out?"

"They're sharp," Ryou said lamely.

"Sure are. I've been careful so far, right?"

Ryou couldn't help but nod slowly in agreement. It was true; he wasn't hurt at all, and he didn't feel like he was in danger - at least, aside from the general danger that comes from summoning demons. So he relaxed and pressed against Malik's hand again with a soft sigh, eyes drifting shut.

"You're lucky," Malik mused, drawing small circles with his thumb along his jaw. "I don't usually play gentle."

"I'm glad you're making an exception for me."

"Just for you." Malik practically purred the words, and Ryou's heart skipped in his chest. He opened his eyes to see Malik staring at him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a teasing smirk. Seeing the flustered expression on Ryou's face made him laugh. "You're cute."

"You're teasing."

"Yeah, but I mean it." Malik paused, licking his lips. "Can I kiss you?"

Blood rushed to his face then, turning it bright red. "W-what?" he stammered.

"Is that a no?"

"N-no, I just ... why?"

"Did you not hear me just say that I think you're cute?" Malik pulled his hand back a little, his smirk fading into a frown. "I want to."

"Um..." Ryou averted his gaze for just a second to think about it. If he was being honest, he didn't want Malik to stop touching him. The warmth that resonated from his hand was comforting, and the mere thought of losing it made his heart hurt with disappointment. He looked back up and nodded. "Okay."

Malik's eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry - no one's ever asked like that, so it caught me off-guard a little." Ryou smiled. "So, yes. You can."

Malik stared at him, then looked down at the circle. "Well, you've gotta give me room first."

Ryou reached forward, stopping just inches from touching the circle. "If... it's too much..."

"Demon rules still work, circle or not. If you tell me to stop, I have to." Ryou nodded, then pressed his hand into the hole he'd made to wipe away more than enough of the circle to let Malik through. The candles flared slightly now that the pure demonic energy was no longer contained, and Malik smiled in delight, immediately reaching forward to grab both sides of Ryou's neck. There was a devious glint in his eyes, but Ryou didn't have time to worry about it.

He'd always figured that describing anything as 'electric' was purely metaphorical. But the second Malik's lips touched his, he knew that it could very well be literal. It felt like standing outside just before a thunderstorm, the crackle of ozone making the hairs on his arms stand straight up. He gasped quietly, throwing any caution to the wind as he leaned in to chase the feeling. It tingled through his entire body; coupled with the cool heat from Malik's hands, his skin broke out in goosebumps. Malik hummed against his lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and Ryou could feel him smile. Ryou couldn't help but laugh excitedly, reaching up to settle a hand on Malik's cheek.

His head started to swim, and he had to force himself to pull back, taking a gasping breath. Malik remained still, watching him with a knowing expression. Once Ryou's breathing started to settle, he asked simply, "Keep going?"

Ryou didn't even think twice before nodding. "Yes." Malik grinned victoriously, fully shuffling out of the circle on his knees to lean over Ryou and kiss him again, much more intensely this time, one hand pressed against the floor to keep him upright and the other taking a firm hold of his hip. Ryou happily welcomed him, running his hands through Malik's hair and marveling at the way it felt, like pulling his fingers through spun silk - although spun gold might have been a more fitting comparison.

Malik's hand hooked under the hem of Ryou's shirt and started to drift upwards, his claws lightly dragging up his sides. Fear mixed with the buzz of pleasure zipping through his brain, and whatever sound Ryou meant to make came out as a low moan instead. Malik seemed to take that as encouragement to press one hand into the small of Ryou's back and push him towards the floor. Ryou didn't bother resisting, clinging to Malik for support and letting gravity do the rest of the work. Once he was flat on the floor, Malik pulled back, his hair cascading down around his face. Without the candlelight to illuminate him the golden glow of his eyes seemed to flare almost as bright as the sun. "You wanna do more than just kiss," he said smugly.

"Um -" Ryou stared up at him, momentarily confused. Something was off about Malik's face - his smile seemed to stretch much wider than it had before. But the unexplainable ache coursing through his body took precedence over any growing unease, so he chalked it up to his imagination and said, "Yeah."

"Hah. Luckily for you, I'm happy to oblige." Malik kissed him again, passion fueling the forcefulness. In a brief moment of clarity, Ryou realized that he had no intention of moving - whatever they were going to do, it was going to be right here on the living room floor.

The thought made Ryou horribly self-aware of the tatami pressing against his back and the sorry, messy state of his coffee table - but also of the gentle drag of fingers, claws and all, under his shirt to touch the soft skin of his stomach. He pressed up against Malik, opening his mouth to ask - no, demand for more. Malik seemed surprised by his initiative, but only for a moment, as he pressed against Ryou and worked his tongue between his lips.

Ryou dug his fingers into Malik's shoulders and sighed, fingertips catching against the fabric of his clothing. Malik, without pulling away, lowered his hands again, abandoning Ryou's shirt to instead fumble with his belt. Ryou didn't even register the sound, lost in the comforting warmth of his mouth, but he did register a palm pressing between his legs, sending an unfamiliar shock up his spine. Ryou pulled back with a sharp gasp, eyes wide.

Malik pulled his hand away just a little, settling back on the bone of his hip. "Mm. I'd ask if that was too much, but you haven't shocked me in a while."

"I, um," Ryou stammered, his thoughts scrambled. He hadn't even noticed how aroused he'd become, too lost in the thrill of the moment to pay attention to his body, but now he was keenly aware of how hard he was. "I didn't -"

"Like I said -" Malik pulled back to look down at him, his expression the very definition of 'bedroom eyes' as he licked his lips and lowered his hand again. "I'm happy to oblige." He pressed between Ryou's legs again, sliding up to start unbuttoning his jeans one-handed. Ryou shuddered, clinging to Malik desperately as his brain went into overdrive. Malik's fingers kept working at a casual pace, pulling down his zipper. "Bet you didn't think you'd get to bed a demon tonight."

"No," he admitted. No, he absolutely hadn't. He hadn't even been expecting to summon a demon at all. His nerves were alight with excitement that peaked when Malik drifted to the fly of his boxers and brushed against his cock through the fabric. The sound that came out of his throat bordered on a whimper, clawing at Malik's back in desperation.

"Mm, damn. You're worked up." Malik licked his lips, leaning down to kiss his neck as he slowly drew his finger up the length. "Should've asked to kiss you earlier."

Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on breathing. It was almost too much - and he was still almost completely dressed! He shifted slightly against Malik's hand and moaned softly. "Ah - Malik -"

Malik abruptly pulled away with a sharp inhale, raising his mouth to Ryou's ear. "Say it." When Ryou just made a confused 'huh' sound, Malik elaborated, "I've asked permission. Now, tell me."

Ryou swallowed hard and said, "Don't stop."

Malik made a sound that was equal parts pleased and menacing before raising his hand to yank down the waistband of Ryou's boxers and jeans in one go to rest under his thighs. Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, horrifically embarrassed. He wasn't ashamed of his body by any means, but being this exposed was -

He didn't get to finish the thought before Malik pressed his palm against his cock and dragged it upwards. Ryou arched into the touch with a high whine - what had been pleasantly hot-then-cold on his body was overwhelming, almost painful, on the most sensitive part of him, and he could feel his thighs trembling at the sensation. He opened his eyes to tell Malik to slow down, and what he saw nearly made his heart stop, shock bringing him back down to earth. Malik glanced at him, stilling his hand as he cocked his head. "What's that look for, azizi?" he asked.

"Um," Ryou said hesitantly, trying to find the most delicate way to phrase his question. "Did... did you always have that many eyes?" He was sure that Malik had looked like a normal person with two golden, glowing eyes when he'd first manifested. But now, along with those, Ryou could also see three more: one under the left eye, one on his forehead, and one cracking open to peer at him from his throat. They were all golden and glowing and Jesus Christ, they were blinking independently of each other.

Malik smiled, eyes gleaming mischievously, and Ryou definitely wasn't imagining it this time. His mouth was wider, nearly stretching the width of his face. "Don't worry about it," he said nonchalantly before carefully wrapping his claws around his cock, his hand sliding up and down at a painfully slow pace.

"Ah!" It took him off-guard, clinging to Malik again to pull him closer. Malik took the opportunity to kiss and nip at his neck, and Ryou decided pretty quickly that the presence of more eyes than usual didn't bother him that much, actually. And now that he thought about it, the cold heat of Malik's touch was becoming bearable, and his whole body was pleasantly tingly. "Malik," he half-sighed, half-moaned.

Malik laughed against his shoulder. "Oh, that sound," he purred, but his voice was strange. It almost sounded like two people were speaking at once and at different pitches. Ryou couldn't be bothered to find that too odd, not with the mounting pleasure trickling through his body. "I wanna hear more." He raised his hand to brush his thumb over the head of Ryou's cock, smearing precome over the sensitive tip. Malik's cold-heat touch made it feel cold in comparison, and Ryou trembled at the feeling, clutching at Malik's back. Wait, hadn't he been wearing clothes? The fabric that Malik had been wearing in the circle seemed to have evaporated under Ryou's touch, leaving bare skin under his fingers.

This was becoming so bizarre, but he couldn't stop, not when it felt so good. He was on the edge, ready and willing to jump off at any second. "Don't stop," he gasped, pressing his forehead against Malik's shoulder. "Please - don't stop!"

"Wasn't planning on it, azizi." Malik lowered his hand to start pumping him in earnest now, his other hand resting on Ryou's thigh. His claws dug in slightly, but Ryou couldn't care less now, clinging to Malik desperately and rocking his hips to the rhythm Malik had set. "That's it. Let go."

"Malik - nngh -" Just like a spell was broken, the dam broke, and Ryou cried out into Malik's chest as climax washed over him, "Malik!" Malik cooed in response, pressing his face into Ryou's hair as he kept moving his hand, seemingly intent on squeezing everything he could out of him. Every second was pure ecstasy, and Ryou rode the wave as long as he possibly could, eventually falling slack against the tatami. Only then did Malik let him go, pulling his hand away with a satisfied sigh. For a long moment, Ryou lay there panting, eyes closed as he regained his bearings, and he eventually found his breath again to ask, "Malik?"

"Yes?" Malik replied with a somewhat smug tone in his voice - or, voices, given the strange pitch shifting.

"When I summoned you... that's not what you actually look like, is it?"

Malik paused, his hands sliding up Ryou's thighs to settle on his hips. "What gave me away?"

"The five eyes."

Malik laughed. "Yeah, that'd do it. Surprised you only saw five, though."

Ryou opened his eyes to look up at Malik, momentarily stunned by what he saw. The handsome man was gone, replaced with a shadowy humanoid shape that shifted like smoke. He still sported his blonde mane of hair, but whatever else wasn't made of pure, unadulterated darkness was covered in golden eyes sprouting from almost every area of his body - his arms, his chest, his neck, and even his stomach. He couldn't even imagine how many there were now. The only spot free of eyes was the bottom half of his face, which was now home to a massive, jagged maw, also glowing gold. Ryou couldn't find it in himself to be afraid; in fact, he found it quite fascinating. "What happened?"

"I got a little carried away." The shadow being that was Malik leaned back, his voice turning sheepish. "Darkness doesn't have a shape. It just kind of... is, right? Same goes for me. I can take specific forms, but it takes focus, and I was focused on you."

Ryou nodded, reaching up to touch a part of Malik's chest that wasn't covered in eyes. "Right. So this is what you really look like?"

"Kind of. I can get pretty abstract if I'm feeling lazy." Ryou watched as the darkness receded from Malik's head, extra eyes closing and disappearing until he had the visage of a human again. His body was still shrouded in shadow, black veins creeping up to his face, and he kept an extra eye on his forehead like a mystical third eye. When he spoke again, his voice sounded normal again. "But I like looking human at first. Keeps folks from getting scared off." Malik tilted his head, staring down at Ryou. "You're not scared off, are you?"

Ryou smiled, pressing his hand to Malik's cheek. "No."

Malik grinned, his mouth still just a little too wide to look natural. "Good. Because you owe me." Ryou's brows pinched together in confusion as Malik grabbed Ryou's hand and pushed it down, the extra eyes on his body closing whenever he'd pass over one, settling on Malik's stomach. "You didn't think I was just gonna give you that for free, did you? You're going to pay me back, azizi."

Ryou blinked down at his hand blankly, not quite understanding what Malik was asking at first. Malik rolled his eyes (the main ones) and pushed Ryou's hand further toward the spot between his legs. Only then did Ryou actually look down to see a shadowy facsimile of an erection sticking out towards him, and his head went blank. "Um - I... I've never... done this before. Any of it."

All was quiet for a long moment before all of Malik's eyes widened for just a second. "Oh. That explains a lot," he said. "Well, great news: I just showed you how."

Well, Ryou couldn't argue with that. He looked down at his hand. He certainly didn't want to piss off an avatar of primordial darkness, especially not after he'd treated him so nicely. Ryou took a deep breath and lowered his hand, pressing his fingertips against the base of the appendage. "Is this, um... functional?"

Malik huffed a laugh, rolling his hips into the touch. "As much as I want it to be. Like I said, don't worry about it." Ryou laughed as well, unable to deny that he had a point, and took the plunge, drawing his fingers up the length. Malik purred, his eyes flaring in approval as he leaned forward. That encouraged Ryou to keep touching, moving his fingers back down. He pulled up again with his palm this time, smiling when Malik muttered, "Perfect. Just like that." The encouragement made his heart flutter, and he pressed a little harder, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. "Ahh - you're so gentle. You can tighten up, I like it rough."

Ryou paused, a little flustered at such direct instruction, but obeyed, tightening his grip a little. Malik immediately groaned, reaching down to press his forehead against Ryou's and draw his claws through his hair. Ryou stared up at him, the feeling of the sun's warmth blooming where their faces touched, and couldn't help but be in awe. "You're amazing," he said quietly.

Malik pulled away to open his eyes with a grin. "You're only just now realizing that?" he teased, breathing heavily as he thrust into Ryou's hand. "Mm, flatterer."

"I mean it."

"Ah, of course you do. Too sincere for your own good - fuck." Malik's form seemed to buzz in excitement, becoming... the first word to come to Ryou's mind was 'uncertain'. He bowed his head, hair completely obscuring his face, but all of the eyes on his body continued to look at Ryou in a way that made him a little self-conscious. "Just a little more -"

"You don't have to stay like that," Ryou said softly, forcing himself to keep a steady pace. His wrist was getting tired from working at this angle, but he pushed the discomfort aside. "If it's too hard to focus."

Malik laughed, his voice distorting again. "You - you just want to see how weird I can get. Such a - mmn - sweet face for someone so freaky."

Ryou frowned. "That's rude." He was mildly distracted from the comment by heat blooming in his hand, something hot and wet dripping down between his fingers. He couldn't bring himself to look.

The eyes on his chest looked almost apologetic. "Didn't mean that as a bad thing - oh, fuck, Ryou." All of Malik's eyes closed abruptly, leaving just a shifting black void on top of him that pulsed in the candlelight, struggling to maintain some kind of tangible shape.

"I'll forgive you this time." Ryou's heart started to quicken, an excited smile coming back to his face. Malik was practically falling apart trying to keep himself in this form, and that spurred his confidence. "I mean it, though. I don't mind."

Malik looked up at him, the shadows creeping onto his face again and even starting to crawl up into his hairline. "Aah - faster, azizi!" he demanded.

Ryou obliged, pumping the shaft faster as he reached up with his free hand to pull Malik down to kiss him. Malik paused, surprised by the sudden show of affection, and pulled back to lick up Ryou's cheek. His tongue was absurdly long, and if Ryou hadn't still been recovering, it might have pushed him headfirst back into arousal. As it stood now, though, it just sent a pleasant tingle down his spine, and Ryou moaned softly in appreciation.

And that sound was apparently enough to push Malik over the edge. Without warning, the shadows completely overtook Malik's face as he leaned back, leaving only the golden maw to open impossibly wide and emit a distorted howl toward the ceiling as he reached his limit. Ryou gasped as the shadowy appendage in his hand erupted with a shimmering purple substance, coating his hand and splattering onto his stomach. Malik's body spiked erratically, unable to maintain any particular shape while he was lost in his orgasmic stupor.

Ryou just watched, flinching slightly as his hand and stomach started to feel just a little too hot, but he couldn't move. He didn't know if the shifting spikes would hurt him and he certainly didn't want to find out the hard way. Once he'd finished, Malik fell forward again, propping himself up on his clawed hands and groaning, "Shit, azizi. Good... that was good."

"I had a good teacher," Ryou joked weakly, reaching up to touch his shoulder testingly. The spikes retracted, becoming smooth again as he made contact.

Malik slowly shifted back, shadows drawing away to reveal his old, humanoid self, and sat upright to brush his hair back from his face as he laughed. "You sure did. Mm. I made a mess on you, though."

"There are tissues on the nightstand." Ryou watched in awe as Malik glanced over to the tissues and reached out. His hand stretched, losing form to become a tendril of shadows mixing with what looked like bones, and grabbed the box to pull it over towards them. "Wow. That's handy."

Malik laughed as his hand reformed and he set the box down. "Heh. Pun." He carefully wiped at Ryou's stomach, cleaning him thoroughly. "That didn't hurt, did it?"

"It stung a little. Why?"

"I think..." Malik balled up the tissues and tossed them on the ground. "My, uh... bodily functions might be a little too hot for you to handle."

Ryou propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at himself. There were red splotches on his skin where the purple substance had touched him that almost looked like sunburn, nothing too severe but still noticeable even in candlelight. He lifted his hand and saw the same splotches between his fingers. "Ah."

"Sorry." Malik shifted to lay next to him and kiss his cheek, unconcerned with the marks. "Thanks for the payback. I'm glad I didn't just incinerate you when you summoned me here."

"I'm glad, too. I like living." Ryou pressed his head against Malik's shoulder, bathing in the warmth of his body and closing his eyes. He could've drifted off into a nap right there, tired from the night's turn of events. "I... wasn't expecting that."

"Me neither. But hey, you can tell your friends you banged a demon."

Ryou flushed again. "They're already convinced I'm haunted. If I tell them about this, they'll never leave me unsupervised."

"Tell 'em they can watch." Malik winked, laughing as Ryou's face paled at the thought. "Kidding! It was good for you, though, right?"

"Not how I imagined this would happen, but... yes. Thank you."

Malik grinned, leaning in to kiss his forehead playfully. "You're welcome." The candles around the circle had burned down about halfway while they'd been distracted. Ryou glanced at them, noting that it must be incredibly late by now - the sun had already set by the time he'd started the ritual, and for the candles to be that far down meant that Malik had either been here for a while... or that letting him out had affected them somehow. "Gonna send me on my way?"

Ryou looked up to see that Malik had followed his gaze, looking at the candles with a little smile. "It's getting late."

Malik waved his hand, sitting upright. "No worries. I'm just happy to go out on a good note."

Ryou smiled at him and stood to fix his pants and grab the chalk again. He couldn't close the circle if it was broken, after all. He pointed the chalk at the circle, then at Malik, and said sternly, "Stay."

Malik snorted but obeyed, shuffling back into the circle to watch Ryou painstakingly redraw the part he had destroyed. "You can spell in Arabic, you just can't speak it?" he asked curiously.

"Writing in a different language is just copying shapes if you think about it." Ryou pulled away, setting the chalk aside. "Ready?"

Malik sighed, stretching languidly. "If I have to go. And by the way, I've decided I like you. So if you want more company -" Malik raised his hand, mimicking holding a phone to his ear with a wink. "Call me. I'll be able to tell it's you."

Ryou laughed. "I will." Dismissing Malik was surprisingly simple, just thanking him and bidding him back to the shadows. But as Malik's form dissipated into smoke, Ryou sighed, staring at the circle as it dimmed, now inert. He could clean it up tomorrow, he decided as he blew out the candles. Using the light from his phone, he fumbled his way to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

As his body tingled pleasantly from the memory of the night's events, lulling him into sleep, he decided that he was definitely summoning Malik again.