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Alice felt like he was going to faint.
Everything around him was too hot, too heavy, the air too charged to breathe in and his heart pounding too fast to work. And there was heat all over; against his skin, all over his body and against his mouth, against his lips, twisting into his tongue and his lungs as—
"Lucius," he groaned, eyes screwed shut as the sharp-toothed incubus chuckled and continued seemingly burning Alice alive, his fingers roaming Alice's chest and his tongue setting blazes inside Alice's mouth.
"Devi, you sound so delicious, Alice," Lucius whispered, taking a second to pull back and breathe before continuing his assault, and Alice whimpered. He still sounded so composed, so in control, which was suitably unfair when he had Alice arching underneath him, naked as the day he was born, flushed red and covered all over with Lucius' marks. "And you taste like it, too. Hells, I want to drink you, you have no idea how good it'd feel to keep you here for eternity and just take my fill whenever I so please."
"Lucius, please, please," Alice whined, bucking into Lucius' touch. He knew full well that Lucius could drag this out if he really wanted to; knew that Lucius was both patient and sadistic enough to keep Alice strung up and begging for release until the new day dawned. He'd done it before, spending hours just kissing and marking and gently caressing Alice, keeping him on the edge but never quite bringing him over. "Devi, I'm begging you, touch me, please, please, please!"
Lucius grinned, licking a wet, messy trail down Alice's shoulders and chest, before pausing to nibble at the familiar bruising and bite-mark at the base of Alice's neck. It never seemed to heal. It couldn't, not when Lucius would sink his teeth into that same spot again the second it seemed like it was about to. "But I'm already touching you, love," he whispered, "what more do you want?"
Alice could've cried. Only the magic-suppressing collar that Lucius had made him wear prevented him from setting fire to their bed. Because Lucius was grinning wickedly, like a true demon, licking his lips and clearly tasting pleasure in Alice's suffering, and he'd been keeping Alice on the edge for hours and, "Blood and darkness, Lucius, if you don't take that cock of yours and split me open on it until I'm halfway to death and begging with my very last breath to cum, I swear to FUCK—!"
"Azz-kun?!"
A sudden silence filled the room, and Alice froze, heart dropping to his stomach at the familiar voice. He forced his eyes open, forced them to focus through the sudden stop of the pleasure Lucius had been flooding him with, forced them to look at Lucius' frozen, widened eyes and then at the sudden new presence in his room and then at–
—at Iruma-sama's aghast and horrified expression.
. . . . .
Iruma stared, mortified, at the current. . . amorous state of his best friend, and though he tried, he couldn't pry his eyes away from Azz's flushed skin, the purplish marks on his neck and collarbones, and the swollen, spit-shiny red of his lips.
This — this wasn't what he expected when hecame to the Asmodeus household. Honest! He'd just wanted to ask about their diobotany homework, because he'd drifted off in class after a sleepless night playing games and he didn't understand a thing from the lesson, and Azz was just his most reliable classmate so he'd gone over to the Asmodeus household. Those were all his reasons, really! That was it! It had nothing to do with how beautiful or charming or attentive he was, or how powerful and overwhelming Azz was, or how absolutely sinful he looked now, panting and flushed red and begging to be fucked—
"I- I- Iruma-sama!" Azz shrieked, suddenly scrambling away from his partner, grabbing the sheets and pulling them up up his chest. Not that it did anything, because Iruma still couldn't unsee him naked, flushed and blushing from the chest down, his legs spread and wanting and waiting—
"I- I- welcome! How may I be of service, Iruma-sama? What- what may I do for you?" Azz was rambling now, flushed and sweating and flailing. "Do you seek help in school, or with your magic? Do you need me to punish someone, or hide a body for you, or- or- or sign a blood pact, or—"
A deep, exasperated groan cut him off, and Iruma squeaked as Azz's partner rolled his eyes and got up from where he'd been looming over Azz, the sheets around him falling to show the mess of hickeys on his chest and neck.
"Devi, Alice, you're embarrassing," he groaned, and Iruma felt a harsh blush burn on his face. He'd always wondered if he could ever call Azz by his first name. Yes, he'd done it in his evil cycle, but all other times, it just seemed too casual, too improper, so he'd kept it to himself, but now he was wondering if he could call Azz that, too, and so casually, so easily, even as Azz whined his name and begged to kiss him and—
Right, Iruma had to shut down that train of thought very quickly, because he knew who the demon that had been bent over Alice was.
Alexander Lucius of the Abnormal Class, rank Gimmel, his bloodline magic being the ability to convert the strength of his own emotions into raw, powerful magical energy. Usually, this meant he was quick, confident, and as difficult to beat down as a brick wall, but more importantly, he was an incubus, and, thanks to instruction from Raim-sensei, was able to see the lustful thoughts of the people around him at will.
Which meant that he could probably see Iruma dreaming about removing that sheet from Alice using his teeth.
And if the wicked grin on his face was any indication, he knew, and wasn't planning on pretending otherwise.
"Iruma-san," Lucius said, and Iruma tried firmly not to squeak or flinch or bolt out the room, "Alice will be with you shortly, but give us a moment to dress first, please?" Then, getting up and completely disregarding what he'd just asked, he walked over to Iruma and bent down to whisper into his ear.
"And," Lucius chuckled, and Iruma shuddered, because the man wasn't an incubus for nothing, "maybe take a moment to calm down before you lose it and fuck Alice into submission yourself."
Iruma felt like he'd caught fire, and quickly nodding and rushing out an apology to Azz, he ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, trying and failing not to think about what could happen in that room now that the two demons were alone.
. . . . .
Lucius chuckled at the panic and haste with which the supposedly unshakable Sullivan Iruma fled the room. Honor student, heir of one of the Three Beasts, hero of Walter Park and strong enough to keep their composure around Opera-sama — who Lucius had a tendency to stare at and stop functioning when they were around, because Devi they were simply perfect — and yet he'd fled at the mere sight and suggestion of fucking his best friend.
Well, Lucius supposed not everyone could be as bold with their desires as he was.
Especially not the fool currently twisting and panicking in his own sheets.
Because Alice, lovestruck fool that he was, was currently twisting and flailing and shrieking as he tried and failed to look like he wasn't just being groped. "Lucius, what am I supposed to do! For I- Iruma-sama to see me in such a — a disgraceful, shameful state! How is he to look at me with respect and dignity ever again!" Alice whined, tugging at his hair, and got up only to start pacing and ranting about how his integrity as a spear was utterly ruined in the eyes of his master.
Personally, Lucius wasn't sure how much weight Alice's ramblings of integrity carried while his cock was still rock-hard and dripping, but well, Alice had the tendency to stop making sense, where Iruma was involved. He'd long learned and accepted that.
What he wasn't accepting, so long as he could, was how utterly pathetic a powerhouse like Asmodeus Alice got whenever Iruma-sama was around. Top scoring student, freshman representative, one of the most sought after guys in Babyls, he had a lineage founded on Lust, for fuck's sake! He was supposed to be slightly more brave about his attraction! Or Hell, he was at least supposed to be smart enough to acknowledge that attraction, instead of dragging out the most infuriating pining that Lucius had ever seen.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Alice," he sighed, interrupting Alice's rant about how he was no longer going to be trustworthy and pure in Iruma's eyes, "you do realise this is one of the least embarrassing things that has happened to you in his presence, right?"
Alice startled, and Lucius rolled his eyes, tossing Alice's shirt and vest at him. "HOW is there anything more mortifying than this! Iruma-sama caught me in a moment of— of carnal weakness! How is he to trust my power and my strength now, seeing me like— like— like THAT!"
"Like an incubus getting fucked," Lucius said dryly, and Alice bristled with attempt to set him on fire. Unfortunately, his power was still locked by the collar he had on. "As incubi tend to do. How shocking. Truly. How is he to process this information safely."
"He doesn't even know I'm an incubus! He's not supposed to!"
"But he knows that I am," Lucius pointed out, and Alice squeaked. "Besides, it doesn't matter, I still say the time you clung onto him like a lost beast after his evil cycle — for three weeks, mind you — is far more embarrassing for you."
Alice flinched, almost puffing up in his rush to defend himself. "I— I was keeping watch over him! I had to make certain he wasn't feeling too stressed so that his evil cycle did not return!"
"Right, whatever keeps you asleep at night," Lucius said. "How are you explaining the time you willingly dressed up as and pretended to be an evidoll for him then?"
"He— he needed my aid! I would never be one to refuse him that!" Then, startling at his words, Alice roared in his face, "And how do you know about that!"
Lucius stared at him, deadpan, and the Asmodeus heir huffed and looked away. "Alice, with all due respect. If you think I don't know what you look like in a dress, then you don't know me at all. Not to mention you didn't change your name." Then, when Alice started sputtering and stammering, Lucius rolled his eyes and added, "Look, I'm not asking why or what the hell you were thinking or what the hell was happening with Iruma that required you to dress up on stage. I don't get to tell you what to do. I'm just saying, between utter devotion to him and fulfilling a need you have as a demon and an incubus, well, one of those is more noteworthy than the other."
"Besides, from one incubus to another," Lucius grinned, leaning into Alice and relishing in the burning blush on his face, still looking debauched and lustful even now that he was clothed, "I think he liked what he saw."
He let his words sink in for a few seconds, watching as Alice's face turned progressively redder and redder, before smirking—
—and then outright tossing Alice out of his room and into a blushing Iruma's startled hold.
. . . . .
"A- Azz-kun!" Iruma stammered, after finding himself suddenly with an armful of a blushing demon, not quite prepared yet to look Azz in the face or even hear him talk, not without remembering how beautifully he begged or how ruined he looked or—
Iruma shuddered and shook his head violently. His bones felt like jelly. No, no, no, nope! It wasn't the time, not now, and he could process what he'd just walked into much, much later, and he was definitely going to be thinking about it later, probably in bed and probably while biting down on his arms and trying to be silent as he fucked himself open on his fingers—
Right, leaving that train of thought right now, Iruma thought, trying not to faint as Azz wriggled out of his hold and stared at him. He wasn't sure Azz knew how good he looked, oh kami, standing tall and beautiful despite — or maybe because of — what in the hell he just caught them doing.
"A- Ah, Iruma-sama," Azz started, and though his voice was soft, Iruma still jumped a good few feet at the sound. Immediately, Azz squeaked, his arms flailing as he profusely apologised over and over again for shocking him, with Iruma trying to explain that it was fine and that no, Azz, Iruma was not going to need therapy to recover from the shock.
Later, Iruma would ask Opera what therapy was and stare in amazement, because he'd never heard of it before, but for the moment, he was too busy trying not to combust, as if Azz was setting him on fire with his magic.
"A- Azz-kun! Uh- um- hi!" Oh, kami, who taught him how to speak? Why was he so bad at it! Did remedial lessons for speaking to friends exist? "Hi, I— I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were busy, I—"
"Oh, don't — don't worry, Iruma-sama, I'm never too busy for you! It's fine—!"
"—no, really, I'm so sorry, I didn't think you were — I mean, I didn't think you were interested in that kind of thing — I mean, I'd hoped but — no, no, no—"
"Ah, no — no harm done, Iruma-sama, I'm always happy to help you—"
"—it's just that I needed help with diobotany, but it's fine, I can ask someone else, I'm so, so sorry for interrupting you two, I just needed to know about the kinds of seeds and how to grow them and maybe swallow your seed— I— I mean—!" Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell did he just say he really needed to shut up, shut up, SHUT UP—
"Of- of course, I can be of assistance!" Alice declared, pretending that he wasn't still hard as a cliffside in his pants, because by the Devil he was going to attempt to look composed in front of Iruma-sama, impossible as it seemed. "Whatever you need, Iruma-sama, I can provide you!"
I need to see you spread out and whining and begging to be fucked, was Iruma's first thought, before he violently convulsed and started vehemently shaking his head, like that would somehow get rid of his thoughts. Or of the mental images he was suddenly having. "I— I was just going to ask if I could borrow your notes, if that's okay—"
"Why, of — of course, Iruma-sama! I would give you my life if you asked!" Okay, maybe Alice was going overboard, but Lucius had told him that his devotion to Iruma was likely to be more memorable than — than — that that, and he was trying so hard to remain focused on precisely that devotion instead of wondering what would've happened if Iruma had simply joined them and kissed Alice and took him apart and split him open and—
"Right! Right, thank you!" Iruma stammered, partly sure he was speaking speaking fast to be understood. "I — I'd just like to borrow your notebook and I'll leave, I'm so, so sorry—!"
"Ah, yes, yes, of course, just let me retrieve it and—"
Alice froze, hand on the doorknob into his room. His school bag and his books were in there, probably thrown haphazardly against a wall somewhere, and — and Lucius was still in there. And Alice had been trying not to think about it, because he didn't need more of a reason to be so — so carnal in front of Iruma-sama, but Lucius wasn't the type to hold back just because he was alone, not the way Alice was prone to, which meant he was probably fucking himself in there while waiting for Alice to walk back in, and if Alice opened that door—
"Uh, Azz-kun?" Iruma whispered, and Alice turned beet red, swiftly turning around and trying to pretend he hadn't been thinking what he was thinking. "Is everything okay?"
"Uh — um, well, that is — I—" Alice felt like he was going to catch fire, with the heat of his blush. "I—"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," a voice groaned, and Alice bit down the urge to scream and curse at Lucius as he opened the door and poked his head out. He was still utterly naked, as Alice had expected, and was licking over his fangs in the way he did whenever he was scheming. "You're both so Hades-damned boring."
"L- Lucius-kun!" Iruma stuttered, immediately forcing his eyes away from Lucius, except it ended up with him bumping into Alice's chest and going into panic mode all over again because how had he never noticed how buff Alice was. "I — I'm so, so, so sorry for interrupting you two, I didn't mean to, I—"
"Oh, shut up, that's not what I'm getting at," Lucius snorted, waving his hand, and Alice grew redder and redder by the second. He was going to stab the fucker if he revealed anything too sensitive, like Alice's frankly embarrassing crush on the other demon, which Alice frequently pretended to deny, to no real success. "I wouldn't have given a damn if you'd asked to stay and watch, but fuck, listening to you both talk about homework while practically being able to taste the lust between you two is, frankly, embarrassing."
Alice growled. "Shut it right now or I will burn your horns off."
"You can try, love," Lucius huffed. He opened the door the entire way, and though he didn't seem fazed at all by his nakedness — and neither did Azz, seeing as he just elected to glare at the incubus — Iruma squeaked and looked away, blushing hard. Clearly, Lucius hadn't simply laid down and rested while they'd they'd discussing because he was rock hard and leaking, and Iruma was fighting hard not to look or to think or to wonder what he would taste like and how he'd feel, because Lucius would know and Iruma wasn't sure he could handle any more embarrassment. "Anyway, get your damn notes. If I have to witness one more second of this bullshit, I'll combust."
"I- I— yes, fine, of course!" Azz, clearly frazzled, scrambled into his room to grab at his school bag, nearly tearing it apart in his haste to find his diobotany notebook. Bright red, he held it out to Iruma, who bowed hastily as he accepted it. "Here, Iruma-sama, keep it for as long as you need! I wish you luck with your work!"
"Y- yes, thank you! I was having a really hard time with the lesson—" and clearly Azz was having a hard time with something else, shut up, brain, Iruma pleaded, "—I mean I was cocking up all the questions — wait, no, no, I mean it was really fucking me over— I MEAN—"
"I'm happy to be of service!" Azz screeched, clearly equally as embarrassed, blushing like he was about to light himself on fire. Frankly, it was a miracle he hadn't done so yet. "I — I'll see you tomorrow morning, Iruma-sama! Have a nice night!"
"Ah— yeah, I will, thanks, you too!" And Iruma was going to pointedly ignore the fact that Azz's nice night was likely going to include getting dicked down nice and hard, he was definitely not going to be thinking about it, and he definitely wouldn't be wondering what would happen the second the door shut and he left, because the glint in Lucius' eyes and the thickening tent in Azz's pants made it very difficult to miss and oh, what Iruma would do to get his mouth on it—
Lucius raised an eyebrow at him, eyes glowing, likely seeing just what Iruma was thinking, and Iruma shrieked, bolting out of the Asmodeus estate and into the carriage where Opera was waiting.
. . . . .
Lucius was an impatient creature, as most demons tended to be, and he could only stand the silence in the room for so long.
"Well, that went well," he said, a good few minutes after the peculiar blue demon had raced out of Alice's room, the image of kneeling before Alice and licking him until he was too weak to stand in his head. Not particularly creative or original, but at least the man seemed to know just what Alice wanted. Just a bit of a shame he didn't have the guts to actually get to it.
At that, Alice snarled, his magic threatening to break the lock that the collar had placed on him as he pounced on Lucius, his hands heating up. He buried his face in Lucius' neck and shrieked, not stopping even as they stumbled back into bed, Lucius' chest shaking with his laughter. "I can't believe that just happened," he whined, "what did I do to deserve this? Why have I been punished so?"
Lucius snorted, trying and failing to shake Alice off of him. "Maybe the netherworld's trying to tell you to shape up and actually do something about this pathetic crush of yours," he said, and Alice made a high, keening noise in the back of his throat. "About time, too, because I could've fucking died waiting for one of you to do anything."
Alice grumbled and crossed his arms, "I would've done something! Besides, it's — it's hardly proper for me to — to impose my desires on Iruma-sama! I must remain pure and strong and powerful and unfaltering in his eyes! Not— not—"
"Not what?"
Lucius' lips curved into a devious smirk, and he turned so that he was looming over Alice yet again, easily dwarfing the usually imposing demon and caging him in his arms. Alice froze. It felt too dangerous to even breathe when they were like this, Lucius' eyes slitted and his sharp fangs glinting in the light, his smirk sure and dark and so proudly lustful.
"Not like this? Not burning alive at a simple touch; not coming apart at the seams just at the promise of my cock?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky, turning the mood of the room into something more heated, something more charged, more dangerous. "I like you like this, you know. So — so soft, so sweet." Lucius licked over his fangs again, and Alice swallowed, wishing Lucius would just lean down so he could lick them too. "So ready to eat."
"Devi, Lucius," Alice groaned, and his breath seemed to hitch as Lucius began removing his clothes all over again, biting down at every visible spot of skin the second it was revealed. He never drew blood, never broke skin, yet Alice sometimes wished he would. "Hell and inferno, touch me, please," he begged, his face burning red again, and Lucius grinned as he leaned down to kiss him, deep and slow and harsh.
"Tell me more, Alice," Lucius whispered, only pulling back once Alice was suitably breathless, and Alice whined. Lucius always spoke so softly in bed, like he knew he didn't have to raise his voice to be seductive. "Flatter me and I'll give you what you want."
Alice whimpered, bucking into Lucius' touch. "Please, please, finish me," he whined. "Devi, please, I can't fucking take it, make me unable to think, make me forget—"
"Forget what?" Lucius' voice was nearly a casual hum, such a contrast to the sharp wickedness in his smile and the heat in his touch, and Alice thrashed as Lucius fully removed his shirt and began to rid him of his pants. He'd kick at the bastard if he could, but Lucius was infuriatingly good at tying him up, and he wasn't looking forward to another night spent restrained, not able to touch himself nor able to touch his partner. "You really want to forget that absolutely delicious blush on your little master's face? You want to forget the way he stared at you? The way it looked like he was dying to pin you down himself?"
Alice shuddered as Lucius carefully tugged his pants off of him, gently kissing his thighs and legs as he did. "It's — it's a disgrace to think of him like that," Alice stammered, his breath unsteady, "I — I — I shouldn't — I shouldn't want—"
"Oh?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow from where he had settled in between Alice's legs, casually tracing circles on his thighs and stomach with a finger, only for Alice to jerk and bite down a scream when he chanced to brush over his balls. "But you do, Alice," he whispered. "You do want him."
Alice bit down a most undignified moan as Lucius began to lick at him, gripping tight at the sheets so he didn't lose control immediately and attempt to smash his hip into Lucius' head. "I— I— it doesn't m- matter— I—"
"Tell me," Lucius whispered as he slowly licked up the length of Alice's cock, smirking the whole while as Alice keened and whined and groaned, clearly trying to hold back and clearly failing. Occasionally, he let his teeth scrape the warm, pulsing skin, making Alice scream even as he screwed his eyes shut and tried not to "Tell me how you feel about him, Alice. Do you wish he was here instead of me? Here to swallow you? To take care of you? Do you wish he was here to make you cry and hear you scream?"
"Or, perhaps," he chuckled, teasing the throbbing cock before him with a single finger, dragging it from the base to the tip and back down again, if only to hear Alice sob with desperation, "you want to be in my place? Do you want to be the one making him scream? The one making him shiver with pleasure?"
Alice twisted his fists into his sheets, close to ripping them, and tears started to streak down his face. "L— Lucius, please— please—"
"Think of it, Alice," the damned demon whispered, holding Alice's cock tight in his hand and licking up and over his length. "Think of him upon the demon king's throne. Looming over you, overwhelming you. . ."
"N- no— no—"
"Oh?" Alice had no clue how Lucius was managing to smirk like that while going to town on his cock, but devils did it make him want to burn. "Don't you want it? To kneel for him? To serve him with your every breath, to be at his mercy, to taste and feel his every breath—"
"Lucius, for fuck's sake!" Alice cried, and Lucius grinned, finally wrapping his lips around Alice's cock and swallowing him, making Alice scream himself hoarse. Light was starting to flash around him, and Lucius reached up to remove the collar that was locking Alice's magic away. It was time. "Yes! Yes, I want him here! Yes, I want him to see me like this! I want him to see me and hold me and fuck me and slay me—"
"Perfect," Lucius growled as he pulled back, letting his voice drop into something far more primal, far more lustful, far closer to demonic origins, and Alice gasped, convulsing uncontrollably. He could tell what Lucius was trying to do. Lucius was always trying to get him to go into his incubus side, to tap into his family's lustful side, to forget of all the manners drilled into him and be truly demonic for once. And dammit, it was working.
Lucius' teeth were growing sharper by the second, and wrapping a hand around Alice's cock to roughly stroke it, he rose up to kiss Alice, harsh and sharp and deadly. "Now let go."
Alice screamed as loud as he could, at least with Lucius' mouth muffling his screams. His eyes rolled back in his head as he painted their bodies white, and he gasped for air as his magic began to pulse, filling and charging the air around them, changing him.
At that, Lucius grinned, and he cackled as he watched Alice's eyes turned golden and his teeth turned into sharp, shining fangs. "You look perfect," he said, proud and giddy.
This was Alice's incubus form, one where he was taller and sharper, where he grinned wider and laughed louder and bit down harder, where his voice dropped and his lust was truly unrestrained.
"Devi, Alice," Lucius gasped, breathless, "you look breathtaking."
Alice growled, deep and dark, grabbing Lucius by the hands and pinning him to the bed in turn. "And you look positively delectable," he hissed, not waiting for a response before he bent down to bite, hard, into Lucius' neck. It was hard enough to bruise, hard enough to break skin, and Lucius let out a muffled gasp as he reached around Alice to grab at his back. Still, he couldn't stop smiling. Alice was beautiful like this, unrestrained, unencumbered; just truly himself, and truly amazing.
"I want to eat you," Alice whispered, husky and deep, "I want to bend you over and tear you apart bit by bit by bit until you're barely conscious and unable to speak."
Lucius shivered. Alice's nails grew longer, and as he raked them down Lucius' chest and thighs, they threatened to draw blood, to cut skin, to mark what was once unblemished. His eyes, shining golden, were flashing with dangerous intent, and all Lucius could think about was give, give, give him your everything, let him have all of you, let him destroy you.
"Alice," Lucius gasped, grinning like a fool, because Sitan did he love this side of Alice. The ever-elegant, perfectly controlled Asmodeus heir was beautiful, but this — this growling, possessive, hissing incubus was simply irresistible.
"You're always so confident," Alice hissed, wedging a knee in between Lucius' spread legs. Casting a spell to slick up his partner and spread him open, he pushed into Lucius and grinned darkly as Lucius gasped and cried, seemingly finally lost for words at the sudden fullness. "Always so sure of yourself. Always so perfectly composed even when making me scream."
"I," Alice growled, as Lucius hissed and thrashed and screamed, "want to make you cry."
. . . . .
Iruma booked it straight to his room the second they got back home. He'd avoided Opera's curious stare the whole way home, fielding questions about why he was so red and why he was sweating bullets and denying any link between those things and the Asmodeus heir, and as soon as they got back to the Manor, he'd dodged all of his grandfather's attempts at a hug to slam the door to his room shut so he could scream in peace.
And scream he did. Because he wasn't sure there was any other way to process what he'd just seen. All his thoughts about the futility of despair and the importance of action and of survival were, well, fucking useless, now, weren't they! If it was anything, anything else that he'd seen, even if he'd seen Azz bent over a corpse after just having eaten it, sure, he'd have been horrified, but at least he'd know how to handle that situation! He had no clue how he was supposed to deal with this! How was he supposed to handle knowing how Azz looked when he was on the edge of pleasure or knowing how he sounded when he was screaming for release or knowing how thick and pretty his cock was—
Iruma threw himself into his bed, shrieking into a pillow as though it'd relieve the redness in his face. Or as though it'd stop his thoughts. Thoughts of Azz — no, Alice — bent over in his bed, or on their desk in Royal One, or in Alice's room, all flushed and needy and begging for him—
Oh, there was no way he was sleeping tonight, was there?