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A thud echoed in that small, dark alley.
Somebody turned out to be quite the difficult target to eliminate, much to Takaya’s displeasure. Usually a single pull on that trigger would get the job done. If tonight’s victim didn’t also carry, that is. What started with a “There’s someone out there who wants you dead. Sorry,” ended with Takaya Sakaki being pinned to the cold asphalt. Luckily, Jin’s resolve was far ahead most. A kick to the man’s gut was enough to set the moment to plant a bullet into his skull, like everyone else. From then on, it went swiftly as ever.
Working in a pair was more challenging than what they’d envisioned. Chidori had been in the hospital for a few weeks now, but that couldn’t halt their revenge business (not that she helped much with their work for Jin spearheaded and managed their requests while Takaya executed them, but having a voice of reason every now and then was nice. Besides, she was a good distraction). The good side of that was, it gave the two plenty of quality time. Takaya was openly indifferent about who walked alongside him in the pursuit of a moment to live by, but Jin’s thoughts stood too far from that. As idiotic as it may sound for his comrades, Takaya’s company was most enjoyable. Hearing from Chidori that he was a pawn and that it mattered little whose heart beat in sync with their leader’s had no effect on his thoughts. Part of him was convinced that was not the case, yet a bigger one insisted that his existence deserved to be seen as replaceable and futile. If Takaya deemed it as such, he considered himself in no position to disagree.
“Thank you, Jin.” The slender figure got up and dust himself off.
It’d be nice if his loyalty was acknowledged every now and then, but even Jin knew that was too much to ask. The years and chemicals had narrowed Takaya’s mind and rendered it impatient, even to his own kin. Flattery and compliments were scarce. If anything, though, that only made Jin yearn for them all the more.
“Was that our last one for today?”
“I think so. People’ve got nothing to do anymore.” His tongue clicked upon checking his notes. They’d conducted 12 assassination requests that night alone.
Takaya stared down at the lifeless body in front of him like he would a cockroach.
“Perhaps we should charge extra for gangsters?” He lifted him by the cheek with the tip of his boot. “Dealing with these punks is too bothersome.”
“You think they’d come for us anyway?”
“Well of course,” Takaya turned to face his partner. “The world is plagued by the cowardly and the weak. Money can buy you peace of heart, but never the guts to get a job done yourself. That’s where we come in.”
He nodded. Takaya faced the green, stagnant sky above them and let silence reign between them for a moment.
“Jin.”
The youngest perked his head in response.
“Let’s go sleep somewhere nice.”
Being rogue, Strega didn’t have a place to call home – you could say they lived in the streets. The money Jin Shirato would make by managing the revenge requests was more than enough to get by and find a nice place to stay, but Takaya didn’t bother. In fact, he wished not to call anything his so there’d be nil chances of attachment in his already fleeting life. Everything ought to be impermanent. It was frustrating at times, not knowing whether they’d check into a nice hotel or make due with some empty street that reeked of chlorine and sweat. That’s what Takaya wanted, though; for that, Jin was more than happy to oblige.
Following a nod from his companion, the ghoulish man smiled. That smile was something only Jin had the slim chances of seeing, and an invigorating one at that. It meant approval. It meant that his presence meant something. Takaya found it in him to inspect their victim, for he was wearing high-end clothes and hid a long tattoo under the seemingly professional attire. Could’ve been a mob, someone from the yakuza, anything. What that meant is that he could be carrying good stuff. His hands patted down the torso and felt something soft inside one of the pockets, which he promptly snatched. Jin peeked from the back and gleefully exhaled. It was a quarter of weed neatly zipped inside a plastic bag.
“Ah, I knew it.” He chuckled and yanked his head back to look at the other. “I could do with this, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Knock yourself out,” His companion shrugged. He knew that recreational drugs helped Takaya get by, especially when the suppressants came into action. Besides, it’s not like they would get arrested for drug possession anyway. And even if they were, Ikutsuki could always just bail them out.
Takaya shoved the small bag inside his back pocket and turned to walk out of the alley. Jin followed suit. Usually he’d have searched the city for available hotels beforehand, but his leader seemed unusually carefree. Enough not to give him orders, at least. Besides, they were still in the Dark Hour, so Jin could come up with a counterfeit reservation and get a room anywhere regardless.
The pale vulture was quiet the entire time, which wasn’t unusual. Their peacefully grim detours were appreciated by both Jin and Chidori, and now that the latter was absent it felt all the more enjoyable. She was far from despised, of course; he just found the solitude with their leader to be eerily comfortable. Jin was drawn to Takaya the same way sinners were drawn to saints – that persistent feeling of a dormant salvation that never comes, but lives inside something (or someone) within reach. Or so he forced himself to believe. Whether said salvation was indeed coming or not, it felt good. That's all that mattered.
Now that he thought about it, maybe Takaya wasn't all that different from the suppressants, or the drugs. Nor were saints.
After walking a certain distance, they eventually spotted an average-looking hotel to stay the night. The Dark Hour hadn't ended yet, so all it took them was walking past the reception and finding a key to a vacant room. Jin would register their way in later so they'd appear like any other guests. The sight of Takaya walking down a dimly lit hallway donning a clean carpet and walls displaying intricate patterns almost made him feel lucky. Their room was for a couple, with a single bed and bathroom – things they were used to. Most of their lives were set in orphanages and laboratories, so everything was shared. Of course, Jin was aware that checking into a hotel with another man would make people suspicious, but he paid that no mind. Not like he disliked the idea, for starters.
Upon closing the door, Takaya finally looked at him again. That was the first time since the assassination took place. He said not a word. The Dark Hour had just ended – Jin knew from the window. The green was just starting to fade back to black.
“You can go to bed before me, if you want. I’m not tired.” Said Jin, setting his briefcase and laptop on the only coffee table available in the room.
Takaya grinned and strutted away to the bed, setting his gun on the nightstand before sitting down with his legs open. He took the bag out of his pocket and scrutinized it with a gentle pout. The sight was oddly adorable, Jin thought. He might be the only man in the world to think of that wendigo of a man as adorable.
“You want me to roll it for you?” Jin asked bluntly, typing rapidly on his laptop.
The other man glanced up at him and smiled widely.
“I would love that. Didn’t even have to say anything, now did I?”
It took Jin a few seconds to stop typing, get up from the classy chair that adorned their room and fetch wraps and a lighter from his briefcase. It wasn’t that Takaya did drugs frequently, his pawn was just always ready for anything. His briefcase carried more than anyone would think. He was always very skilled with his fingers – and anything, really. If he didn’t know how to do something, all it took was a few minutes on the internet and he’d be proficient at it in no time – so his partners would often ask for small favours like these. He carefully took the bag’s contents, which were finely ground and ready to use, and gently wrapped it using the coarse piece of wrap. Using his tongue and the lighter, he carefully sealed the cigarette. It all took him less than a minute, and Takaya had watched everything intently the whole time. Something told Jin he was the one being scrutinized, though, and not his little gadget. Maybe he was making a funny face? The cultist was very heedful, so it could’ve been anything.
“There you go.” He got up and handed the flawlessly rolled joint.
“I have yet to experience a troubled version of you,” Takaya leaned back into the bed, legs still open, supporting himself with his elbows, and gladly took his little gift. Damn, that looked inviting. “I’m still impressed. There is really nothing you cannot do.”
“Hope it feels good.” Jin nodded awkwardly. He appreciated the flattery to no end and wanted to ask for more, but could never word that out for the life of him. Not like Takaya would comply, anyway.
His bright yellow eyes smiled back at the boy, and the ghoulish man lit the joint between his lips. Took a long, expectant drag, and blew out some smoke. He needed that. A sound akin to a raspy moan escaped his lips and, next thing he knew, he was lying on his back while enjoying the moment. Jin eyed him behind his thick orange lenses, all the more discrete not to get caught. It was rare to see his master so relaxed. The scene wasn’t so bad either. Were it not for the sound of his typing and the occasional exhaling and shifting from the bedsheets, silence reigned again. Jin could gladly live with that.
Takaya eventually finished his joint and got up to wrap its remains and conceal it in the trash. Following that, he laid back down on the bed yet, unlike before, on his side. Jin shot him a look only to realize he was being stared at yet again. Sakaki’s sunken face displayed a pleased grin when their eyes met.
“Give yourself a chance to rest, Jin.” He said, his voice unusually lower.
“I’ll be there in a second.”
Takaya had always been blunt and never hid anything from him and Chidori, so that’s really all that he meant. He just wanted to sleep alongside his friend. Now, given such setting and context, one could wonder what Jin was feeling, on the other hand. The answer was: an invitation. Not that sex never crossed his mind or that he never felt attracted to his muse, it was just not that present a thought nor something he had the time to consider very often. Should the chance present itself, he’d welcome it with open arms. But until then, he was happy just staying by his side. Or being guided like a stray sheep, used like a chess piece, whatever – as long as it was Takaya, that was enough. Jin accepted and adored anything held out by Takaya’s hands.
“Jin…”
His eyes landed back on his companion. His face now hanged lower, eyes to the floor, and some blonde hair stood between the two pairs of eyes.
“Something on your mind?” The boy asked plainly, his unstoppable fingers still heavy on the job.
No answer.
That made him look back at Takaya, who now huffed and trembled. Shit, it’s happening again.
Jin jolted up and went to the bed. He crouched over to get a better look at the walking corpse. His face was sweating, shoulders heaving, eyes bloodshot. Suddenly, he yanked his head into the pillow and arched his back, groaning in pain. Seemed like he was having trouble breathing, too. Evidently, Hypnos was upset.
“Jin… H-Hurry…” He choked, tugging at the boy’s jacket.
“Hang in there,” Jin rushed back to his briefcase and took out one of their needles. He quickly administered the suppressant into it, ran back to Takaya and held out his tense, bony arm. As swift and skilled as ever, he quickly injected him with the drug. It wasn’t often that Takaya showed vulnerability or desperation like that, and Jin was embarrassed to consider that a guilty pleasure. He loved to aid his leader’s needs no matter what those were, so evidently he’d also love to care for him, too.
Takaya’s breathing gradually subsided, and he closed his eyes. His bulging ribcage inflated and deflated, his fingers twitched, and his throat birthed red marks. Jin had saved his life yet again. Only a fraction of what he was supposed to do to return the favour.
“Thank you,” He breathed, reaching up to his chin and sliding a finger over his jawbone. Jin’s heart skipped a beat. “Were it not for you, my body would’ve given in long ago.”
“It’s nothing. Get some rest, Takaya.”
“Join me,” The vulture weakly pulled the boy down towards the bed. “I don’t want to sleep alone today, Jin.”
The chances of Takaya ever being that helpless were close to none. That alone was enough to strike Jin’s head with a fever. He felt light, all of a sudden.
“Are you s–”
“Please.”
His breathing was ragged and unsteady, yet he still grinned maliciously as he always would. Jin slowly sat down next to the man as he perked up.
“Make me company. It’s too painful.”
That choice of words was evil; to say something like “painful” with the face of a killer. What had gotten into him? There was no way Jin could say no. Acknowledging his defeat, Takaya tittered and took the young face into his hands.
“Ah…” He moaned lowly. “Very good, my little dove…”
Oh, no. Not those words. Jin was not worthy of them.
“Salvation is granted for us, Jin. This pain is proof of our devotion to our duties as Her messengers.”
His desperation grew stronger, and Jin could only nod. By that time, he knew his cheeks were flushed crimson. Nothing he could do about it, though.
“Ah, Jin…” Their foreheads touched. Takaya’s eyes stood open. “My brother, my foundation… What would be of me if not for you?”
Nyx forgive the poor boy. His mind had no mercy on him.
“Takaya, I–”
The man propped himself on one knee to look down at his piece. The light behind him made him look like an angel descended straight from above.
My god.
A shy tear welled up on Jin’s right eye and quietly streamed down his cheek, quietly sparkling a circle of light under the shadow that cast over his face. The colourless hand wiped it clean and handled his face as one would a glass flower.
“Do not fear, my child,” His touch and voice were as gentle as the morning sun. Takaya never whispered before, not even during his other Messianic delusions. And Jin knew this wasn’t the weed, either. “I will protect you from any and everything that comes your way. Because She is watching over me, and Her will is my own.”
One of his hands slid down his neck as Takaya’s loud breathing pierced his ears.
He suddenly felt a huge discomfort in his groin. For a brief second, Jin hoped Nyx did not exist and was not watching over either of them. God knows what She would think. Looking down and realizing his mind got the best of him, the immediate response was to try and shift away from Messiah’s grip.
“Takaya, give me a moment. I’ll be right back.”
His hand tightened around his shoulder and one of his knees propped itself between Jin’s legs, making him flinch and hang his head lower than the air itself in the hopes of hiding.
“No. Don’t you dare leave me–”
Then it hit him: his pawn’s tool was rock hard. Takaya looked down at the area in confusion, then back at his face. Saying he felt embarrassed that his saviour discovered that making Jin feel overpowered by his personal God turned him on was an understatement. His heart burned, but his dick burned harder.
Yet all he heard was Takaya’s silent gasp, followed by a deviant chuckle.
“My stray angel, is that what you desire after all?”
Jin’s head jolted up in shock. His lips were parted and his eyes glistening with tears. There’s no way that could be true. There’s no way Takaya really was the coming he waited for, who he yearned would someday grant him forgiveness. On one hand he felt fulfilled and seen, like he had finally attained his purpose. On the other, he felt pure shame that this was how he found out.
His only response was a nod and a weak, almost inaudible weep. Takaya pulled him in and rested his head against his chest, much like a saint bearing its child. A Father, if you will. It felt hard and cold, but he could hear Takaya’s heart beating. It was slower than normal.
“There is nothing to fear,” He said. “Do as I say, and you’ll be granted salvation. It is as it always was.”
Jin still seemed unresponsive (not to be confused with his groin), but alleged divine intervention yielded him the power to speak again.
“Takaya…”
Was all he could muster. The bearded ghoul leaned further down and brushed their noses together.
“Numb my pain, Jin.” He moaned against Jin’s lips. “Make me feel something good for once, will you?”
The obscenest sights flashed through Jin’s brain, one after another. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Not that he ever considered the possibility of his master being repulsed or indifferent towards the act, but that was indeed unexpected. How much did he know? There had to be some experience, given that he knew reactions and how to tease. Part of his mind insisted that he was seeing and hearing things. There was no way Takaya’s invitation, that he always yearned for, would someday be to have sex. Moreover, he seemed to wish being on the receiving end. Jin had no clue what to do – he just knew there was permission. Reluctantly, his hands (which, by the way, were frozen mid-air since the moment he crawled onto that bed) made their way to claw at the neck above him, so they could both hold each other’s heads in place. He nodded in shock; no words dared leave his mouth, no matter how low it hung open. Takaya seemed to understand that all too well; like the caretaker he was, it felt safe and comforting. Jin didn’t even need to be uneasy or nervous, just allow himself to feel. His mentor took everything in, just like he did at the orphanage. At the clinic, too. Out in the streets. Everywhere, at any given time, he was there. And he cradled Jin in his arms all the same.
Suddenly, he felt a foreign object creep into his mouth. It was Takaya’s tongue.
Jin felt intoxicated. The man above him did not feel real, let alone what he was doing, or the invitation he’d received. His eyes fluttered closed, pushing more tears down his cheeks, and his throat vibrated a timid, frail moan. Takaya’s movements were deadly slow. He wanted to savour anything Jin could offer. His wings snaked from the boy’s neck to his back, supporting himself as he fell onto the mattress. Meanwhile, Jin shifted onto his knees and leaned in. Their kiss was long and needy, enough to make Jin swallow his taciturn weeping and not break them apart. When he came to and pulled away, he was already on top of his leader. The sight of his helpless Father, arms sprawled on the bed and translucent body hair standing on end, staring deep into his skull ignited him with devotion stray sheep could only dream about.
“Yes,” Takaya groaned, stretching his arms up the hard green fabric. “Come to me.”
Jin grinned in delight with a hint of miraculous disbelief – one would think he’d just seen Nyx Herself – and straddled his priest to zip his jacket open before wriggling out of it. The boy’s obscene build was thin, though not nearly as thin as Takaya, and he could count how many times anyone’s seen it bare. His semi-defined pair of shoulders now only held a black high neck top. The vulture liked the way they waltzed while he pulled his fingers out of the conjoined sleeves. They reached south to remove another layer, but froze when the grey hands fondled the dark fabric.
“You’re a beautiful vessel,” Takaya cooed. His digits traced Jin’s bellybutton, then muscles, then pecs and, finally, his nipples. “How you refuse to flaunt it is beyond me.”
“There’s nothing to see in a body like mine.” He replied with a jerk of his chest. That body was always covered and untouched, so every inch of skin was sensitive. Could you imagine how it felt to have a foreign hand touch his buds for the first time? Even masturbating was difficult because of Moros – what happened to Takaya’s body was akin to what Jin’s persona had been doing to his mind for years. The constant migraines, the spasms, the photophobia, the severe astigmatism, the persistent trembling limbs, trouble sleeping, the suicidal tendencies, the traumatic responses, the mood swings, the lethargy. And, of course, the codependence. None of that mattered then, because of Takaya. But was that necessarily a good thing? It only meant that once it all ended it would be harder than ever to snap back to reality. Sure, he was supposed to always live in the moment, but things like these could get in the way sometimes. It was hard to live in the present when certain past moments sounded so good. Perhaps that’s what Chidori meant by “fear not death, but attachment.”
Oh, that’s right. They were in the middle of something.
“S-Sorry,” His nervous hands gripped the hem of his top and hurriedly took it off. Takaya’s eyes sparkled at the rare sight of the timid, forbidden skin. Jin didn’t know if it was his anxiety or the AC, but he suddenly felt shivers.
“Do not fret, my lost soul,” The tip of his marionette-esque fingers creeped over his companion’s muscles, sending chills all up his back. At last, while the pair of yellow marbles insisted on analysing his face, Sakaki began to stroke his helper. “Good things come for those who wait, and your waiting has gone on for far too long.”
Inevitably, Jin moaned in anticipation. Embarrassed beyond words, he held the black top to his face to conceal himself and muffle any sounds that should follow. His leader then guided the skeletal hands back up, fondling his shoulders and cupping the boy’s face once again.
“Lay yourself bare for me, Jin,” Takaya breathed, making Jin’s bespectacled eyes rise from the black mass. Takaya took the chance to remove his glasses. “Let me unveil everything that lives inside of you. I want to hear all the screams that you keep beneath.”
The boy, who until then clutched his top, nervously let go and let his head hang low. He turned back to Takaya, his eyes slightly larger and definitely brighter without the orange lenses in their way, and took an uneven and ragged breath. Following that, he felt his body slowly fall and sink into the soft mattress, with the wendigo briefly on top of him before sliding down to the side. His cold hands fell between the pants and his skin, glazed the slender thighs it guarded and slid the inconvenient piece of clothing off before tossing it to the floor. He kneaded the soft, now visible skin while planting a few kisses on his chest and stomach out of sheer volition. Jin’s legs stood apart as his arms covered his face. It wasn’t just the unbearable shame, but the light as well. The hands that now controlled him froze in place. Wasn’t he going to take off the last layer that stood between them? Peeking down from his arms, Jin noticed he was being stared at by a ghostly face standing right next to his raging tent.
“Take them off for me.”
Why the fuck would he ask me that?!
He let out a frustrated grunt, knit his knees and was ready to accept defeat. Moros, take me now. I won’t ever recover from this.
“Just do it already…”
“I will not force your soul open, Jin. You will be the one to let me in.”
Jin clicked his tongue and scoffed, “Fuck, dammit!” much to Takaya’s amusement. Using one hand to cover his face and another to yank those damn boxers off, he freed himself from the evil garments and tried burying his face into the white sheets to the side. To no avail, of course. Upon inspection, it was above average. Bigger than most – maybe only because it was hard, but still bigger – and writhing for attention.
“Spread them back open, my angel.” That voice sounded like water from the baptismal font that concedes His aid and cleans your head of all impurities. He being Takaya himself, of course.
Jin did as he was told. He dared not to look back at his muse.
“Such a flawless husk,” He preached. The voice gradually got more distant. “Oh, to think I’d be gifted with such a sight…!” Now it sounded muffled. “Ah, Jin… Jin!!”
God. His length was completely inside Takaya’s mouth. No preparation, no warning, no hints – nothing. The angel just bluntly forced the foreign member inside. Jin’s body was overcome with indescribable pleasure and his muscles contracted all at once. The sudden arch of his back didn’t slow down the action in the slightest. If anything, it only made the perpetrator more focused. The sucking – already fast and uncharacteristically loud – sped up and quickly became fiercer. Those hands, which seemed like they could break with gentle pressure, supported the trembling thighs on the equally nimble shoulders and allowed Takaya easier contact as he kneeled back up. The enticing groin was floating inside of his lips. He was desperate. The boy’s equally desperate and long suppressed moans further fuelled his dedication. It didn’t take long for him to reveal himself at all. Jin was screaming and writhing like a dog. For every obscene wet sound of vacuuming flesh, there was a loud response. That was no good… it would get Takaya addicted in a heartbeat.
Few moments passed and Takaya’s palate began to hurt from the pressure. Using what remained of his stamina, he gave the tool one last long suckle before letting it snap out of his mouth. Finally, he could look at Jin… saying that he looked like a mess was an understatement. His body trembled vigorously (which the saint obviously didn’t notice, as he was too busy with something else) and, though his face was covered, one could see the dry drool stains that ran down his lips. The pale skin adorned a beautiful red, and it felt like he could crumble anytime now. Fortunately, the sudden lack of stimulation made him separate his face from his arms and dare to look at his sinful muse. His face was sweaty, disorderly hair clinging to his forehead, and his eyes glassy. They screamed, why the hell did you stop? and Takaya loved that. He gifted the lowly a well done grin and got to laying on his back. Jin, who took a moment to move past what had just happened, suddenly – and clumsily – sat on the bed. Takaya was just in the middle of unbuckling his belt and squirming out of his pants. The boxers followed suit. Was he about to return God his divine favour?
“Jin,” A shaky voice, drowned in ecstasy and fatigue, called out. The necrotic hands rested their backs on the soft pillow cradling his head, which allowed Jin a full view of his bare body. That was the first time he had ever seen Takaya in his purest, most human form outside of his own dreams. “I grow tired of waiting… Jin. I can’t contain myself any longer.”
I must be dreaming. I think I blacked out.
Two long fingers disappeared into his lips and emerged coated in saliva. Then, he started to stretch himself open. The moans that followed weren’t as strained as the devotee thought they’d be, and his fingers slipped in quite easily. They moved around a lot, too. Maybe he had some skill… The thought made Jin lightheaded. That was too much.
“C-Come,” Takaya pleaded, spreading his legs further apart and leaning his head back. The stare didn't subside. “Take over me.”
That was not a dream at all. He was really receiving Nyx’s blessing. Maybe this was his last day in this world. Maybe that’s what people mean when they say you hallucinate long yearned desires before dying. He wondered how in fuck’s name he was able to think of that at a moment like this. Takaya felt that, and it made him impatient.
“Fuck, please,” He hissed, digging his knuckles in deeper. “Ravish me, Jin, please!”
Those words felt like a blunt kick to the head. Blood rushed straight to his ears and he swallowed the air dry. He had no idea what to do. Jin mastered every inch of himself so well, yet knew little to nothing about mutual pleasure. Yet the cultist’s carnal unmasking felt unbearable to witness, so he couldn't bear standing there and watching. Still nervous, still trembling and still uneasy, Nyx conceived him with all the necessary willpower to shift over to his idol. His hand subconsciously stroked his tool to prepare. Maybe he was trying to relieve his anxiety, too. He didn’t know.
Jin kneeled before the slim gates and watched Takaya’s hips elevate while his head curled backwards. The wet fingers pulled out of his hole and made way for the timid yet frantic cock to take their place. As if asking for futile consent, he touched the pair of thighs and looked at the drunken face they belonged to. It faced back forward, panting as all hell. It begged . Hell, Takaya even perked his groin up a little bit higher to wrap his legs around the boy. No turning back now. Please don’t fuck it up… You can do that much.
Exhaling for the very last time, Jin stroked his length and finally held the leaking tip against the hole. Pushed it in, gently… Realized it wasn't strong enough, so he put a little more pressure, and saw his member starting to disappear. He heard Takaya’s head sink back into the pillow and moan in the purest delight. He could see the vulture grinning from that sound alone. The decayed wings folded back over his head and enjoyed the chilly mattress while the rest of his body burned. Slowly but finally, it was all in. Jin, regardless of how restless and eager he was, was immovable. He was waiting for another reaction.
“You okay?”
Takaya chuckled and choked back a moan.
“I'm euphoric,” He glanced back at the pupil and reached out his hands. Jin leaned forward and felt clean digits on his face. Takaya knew he didn't like feeling dirty. “Keep going…”
You didn't even have to ask.
He felt safe and comfortable, all of a sudden. Keeping their gazes locked all the while, he recoiled and thrust once. Takaya bit his lip and moaned in approval. Jin repeated the action and got the same response. If only self esteem depended on how well you could please someone, he’d be over the moon. He depended on Takaya even for that. Satisfied beyond words, he licked his lips to concentrate and started gradually amping up the pace. At some point he couldn’t recall, all he saw was that grotesquely beautiful grey profile, eyes closed, and his swaying husk. The man was enjoying himself, much to Jin’s delight.
“Jin…” He called out and reached for the boy’s chest. His eyes reappeared from behind the droopy eyelids. It drove Shirato further, and he sped up significantly. The bed they reposed on creaked loudly and insistently, matching the eldest’s moans… What was he going to say, again? It shouldn’t have been important.
Jin had no idea how much he could take. Not because he was approaching orgasm too quickly, but because his stamina was laughable. They’d been fucking for a while now and he couldn’t explain how the cramps hadn’t gotten to his sides yet. Maybe they have, but Sakaki’s spell was too strong. All that ran through his mind was pleasing Takaya. Rather, following his orders: making him feel something good for once. It seemed like he was succeeding, and Moros seemed to be dormant for now. Frankly, he probably wouldn’t want to see what his vessel was doing then; he could wait. The agitated bottom couldn’t, though, and the sudden memory that Jin got tired easily suddenly took over his mind. Oh yeah, that was it. The bones that clung to the soft, flat chest on top of him helped push the boy down and prop himself up, now… Fuck, it slipped out.
That made him furious. He could not, for the life of him, live without Jin’s skin occupying his own anymore. At least not until he got tired and finished them off. The boy was taken aback by his perpetrator’s agility and strength control, and there was the scene again: light shining behind Takaya’s head. Father stood right before him and granted his deepest wishes. It was oddly out of place how, amidst that dazzling scene, he saw a devious grin form. The vulture had just finished taking the spear from the back, and did so while berserkly staring at Jin. That grin. His shoulders heaved in harmony with his rib bones. No matter how much experience he thought he had, never before was he in that position.
“You’re hitting so much deeper now,” The man’s ass suddenly hit Jin’s groin. He took it all in. Of course that snatched moans from both parties, and made the helped want to reach for his top again. It was too much. He heard a yelp, “You’re breaking me apart…!”
Normally, Jin would think that was a sign to stop; maybe it hurt him. The thought almost drained all the blood from his body at once, but it was the furthest thing from that. He started riding his length, bringing the loud creaking noises back, overcome by madness and yearning. It felt so damn good. How have they lived their entire lives without that? Shirato’s now confident hands held the protruding hip bones in place, fearing he might lose his balance from how much the knees were shifting, and Takaya’s hands who previously held the bedsheets behind him went for Jin’s chest instead. They clutched onto it like spiders crawling up his body and left some weak scratches, which made him flinch. Not in a bad way, though. He found that extremely pleasing. The desperation was pleasure itself. How he’d just realized Sakaki’s grin faded into fluctuating rounds of pursed lips, then a gently open mouth, then a tongue hanging from his teeth, pleased him beyond all explanation. Jin was convinced he was guided straight into Heaven, or whatever nice place people go to after dying.
“I’m one with you now,” The corpse groaned, then stopped his bestraddling to wriggle the spear around his insides. The spiders went back to grappling the bedsheets. “Jin, I’ve waited for so long… I’ve pursued satisfaction for so long…!”
His movements were enticing, to say the least. They now took turns between grinding and springing. That was good for Jin’s uncooperative energy, who he felt deplete as soon as they first took a break, but it made him feel bad. He tried to compensate by helping Takaya’s grinding with the hands that held the nest of bones against his groin. It drew more intense sounds from the vulture’s lips, until it became too hard to stay steady… So he did what Jin had always unconsciously hoped for – which was to reach for himself and take the helping hands. And he didn’t stop there, for he also locked their fingers together.
Jin froze. Tears quickly began to form again. He never thought this would happen someday, especially not like that. It meant nothing for Takaya, for he just wanted to maintain his balance while feasting on his pawn’s menacing length, yet for said pawn it was everything he wanted. All he thought about ever since that day.
‘Don't let the past control you, and don't look to the future; simply live in the moment.’ Except that when I do as much as think of the day we’d be one together, I can’t help but yearn.
My Messiah, my guiding star… I’ll do your part justice. I’ll make my body worthy for you to claim.
Jin snatched the frail wings, not daring to let go of his fingers, and kissed the body that befell his own. The sudden impact and persevering moans surprised him, but it felt good to see his pawn taking initiative. He separated their hands – albeit challengingly so, since Jin wouldn’t let go until he realized his goal – and enclosed the foreign body in an embrace. His subject wished that body could melt into his own forever. Then again, given how much his flesh writhed around the boy’s penis, it was possible.
“Jin,” Takaya dug his fingernails into the slim back as their lips clapped apart. “You’re so good at this…”
It was an unusual compliment to tell a virgin, but it was a compliment from his raison d’etre nevertheless.
“Does it feel good?” His movements matched those of Takaya’s hips and penetrated deeper within his insides. The head hit his prostate like its whole purpose was to do so; over and over, over and over. Takaya couldn’t even react anymore, he just let the youngest completely dominate him from below. It was a nice change of pace and got the feeble man high in something other than the drugs for once. Just what he’d requested from the get go – as always, Jin conformed without a single issue. He really was the perfect tool the cultist had at his disposal.
“It feels incredible,” He whispered rashly into Shirato’s now chapped lips. “I feel amazing… I could die this instant…”
Do not fucking die on me. You’ve made it impossible to live without you, he thought. Since it was Takaya saying it, he didn’t doubt the possibility one bit.
“Jin,” Sakaki bit his lips and tightened the bones around the other’s neck. “I’m almost there.”
Thank goodness, it really did feel good. Everytime Jin did the right thing for once, it always involved Takaya and this was no different. He’d finally made Takaya feel good without destroying his body even further. He wondered how long it’d take for him to come, and pondered the possibility of paving the way and sacrificing the unparalleled joy of finishing last. There was no need to prove himself any further, plus given Father’s eccentricness he was more than obviously into that. Now, Jin had a theory that Hypnos allowed (or at least assisted) Takaya with mind reading of some sort. So, when he appended their foreheads for the first time in a long while and said,
“Come inside me, Jin. Let me bear your seed.”
it didn't necessarily prove him right, but God, did he feel absolutely see-through. Busted or not, of course he would. That was the last part of their ritual.
As if damping soil for a carnation field, he got back to abusing Takaya’s mouth with his tongue.
“Lord– Ngh,” The sinner faltered. There it was. His hips sped up their movements tenfold. “I’m coming, Takaya…”
“Yes, please,” He stammered. Talking was a challenge, and his voice came out wobbly. “Shoot it all inside me…”
Nyx forbid his immoral thoughts, but he could not for the life of him fathom how kinky he was.
“I’m… c-coming…” A single tear befell his cheek. He squeezed Takaya close and held his hips down with what little force he had left. “Fuck, agh!”
It came out all at once. A thick, prolonged white stream filled the starving cavity. Takaya gasped and squirmed at an orgasm that wasn’t even his own, because it managed to make his perpetually cold body warm for the first time in forever. It was an indescribable feeling, to finally feel alive again. The vulture’s characteristic grin stained his face in euphoria once again, and he got back to the dedicated grinding. Not even an octave later, his mind went blank.
“Jin… I’m going to die,” His back arched and his colon shrunk entirely. The claws tugged at the bedsheets nearly hard enough to rip them apart. “Ahh… It’s coming out… A-Ah, ngh… Ah, I’m melting– Jin!! ”
A long stream drew an arch from the gargoyle’s member to Jin’s torso. Another one went for his thigh, then the concave grey stomach, and the last dropped onto the white sheets. What remained was an exhausted, dull and translucent stream falling down Takaya’s length. His ragged breaths, sometimes followed by worn out moans, followed. The wings trembled behind his back, and he began to waver. Jin was faster, though – he rushed to pull the man back to him by his back. The sunken eyes faced up, horrified, and his mouth was agape. Small gasps left it in shock.
“Takaya.”
No response. He was still breathing, though. It soon started stabilizing, until he finally took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Jin stood as he was, and faithfully waited for a response.
“Ah…”
There it was.
“Jin…” He muttered.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… I’m fine,” He nodded, then clumsily shifted on the bed. Jin watched. He knew what they’d just done meant to Takaya not a fraction of what it meant to himself.
Takaya eventually began to crawl into the bedsheets. He was about to tuck himself in.
“I, uh… I can sleep somewhere else if you want.”
“No. You’ll sleep with me.”
Jin blushed. Who would’ve thought that sentence alone made the process so worth it. He reached down to his black top.
“Come to bed.”
…Seemed like Takaya wanted a keepsake of their little ventures for when he’d wake up.
“Okay.”
Jin did as he was told, and laid beside Takaya. He wanted a goodnight kiss, but dared not to mouth that. He almost hit himself for thinking it was appropriate to act like that after Takaya’s wish was granted and he made it vehemently clear that they were done. The view of Takaya’s spine, now breathing normally, almost made him feel nostalgic.
Dead silence. But the vulture wasn’t asleep yet.
Jin felt like he could get hard again – and maybe overthink, now that Moros could awake at any second – by watching the man’s bones rise and deflate, so he turned the other way and tried to sleep.
At some point, – though he wasn’t conscious enough to react – he felt the cold wings wrap around him. They both got the best sleep they’ve had in ages.