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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:04 am
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Isshi said nothing to the demon's comments. The sun, and how precious life is... Not to the kagema; his freedom is more to him than life. Though, such a dream is but that; a dream. "Don't feel sad on my behalf..." He quietly muttered, his face holding a numbed, solemn expression.
The young man shivered, almost twitching, as he felt the arm slither around his hips. Colour painted his cheeks at the closeness between the two, human and demon. Unfortunately, before the young man was able to take the demon anywhere, Kyuu had pulled away from him.
Isshi's dark eyes noticed the hint of despair in Kyuu's amber spheres. Without a word, he watched the demon leave him in the wind. He sighed, bringing his hand to his chest. The last hours of the night were pleasant to Isshi; why did it have to end? Carrying a faint blush, Isshi turned slowly and stepped away, walking down and off the bridge with the demons of the night returning to their caves, forests, and homes.
As the gigolo set out to shamefully return to the house he stayed at, he thought over the demon's words. Would he really return just to see a lowly whore? Isshi shook his head, banishing the thought. Though, he couldn't help but feel a faint hope in his heart. The scent of strong sweat and lust filled his lungs again, entering the whorehouse as he folded his parasol and placed it down by others. An older man, gruff and haughty, pointed to him, speaking to an oiran he recognized. Much to his displeasure, he knew he had his first customer. He smiled brightly, giving a giggle and a wave to the man. He did not look forward to the day...
Isshi laid silently on his side, his hair down and sprawled across the floor. His chest heaving as sweat drenched his body. His kimono and fundoshi had been thrown somewhere, he didn't bother to look. A yukata was draped over him. The cool silk helped relax his body. Hours upon hours, customer upon customer, he felt worn and beaten. Closing his eyes, the young man silently hoped he would get a moments rest.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:18 pm
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Kyuu was the kind of demon who never stopped moving from place to place, and this week he was residing in a colossal cave, filled with all sorts of demons and lighted only by random fires here and there. The fires casted shadows on the cave's wall, and lighted macrabe scenes of what some demons were doing with their captured victims. Rapes and murders where the specialty here, and the screams and squeals of humans did not make Kyuu falter as he walked calmly through the cave.
His mind had been haunted by images of the pretty kagema he had met, Kyuu couldn't keep his mind off of him. He'd get flashes of those pretty lips, of those chestnut eyes, of the blush that would taint his face a rosy red. The demon growled and punched the caves wall angrily, a pile of debris on the ground besides the wall. His head flickered from side to side, his fangs were unsheathed as he hissed and growled, wanting the boy with him. Kyuu was the kind of creature that if he wanted something he needed to have it, and he would do everything he could to preserve it.
"Hey, Leech, what's got you so riled up," an Aobozu spoke. The blue monk had locked in his arms a small frightened boy, no more than ten years old, "Like my lovely catch?" the monk said with a snicker, "You better not even think of putting your disgusting fangs all over him,"
The demon arched a brow at the blue monk demon and then, before he could say anything else, he dashed and grabbed the Aobozu by the neck and flung him against the rock wall. The little boy screamed and ran as fast as he could, away from the two demons.
"You let him go away!!! I'm going to kill you!!" the Aobozu screamed.
But he was much faster, and in the blink of an eye, his hand was around the skinny blue neck once more and he was pinning the man to the wall, "Listen you insolent, rotting rat, if you ever dare call me 'disgusting' again, it will be more than just my fangs that will rip you to shreds, and I wouldn't even spare some time to drink your fowl blood," Kyuu hissed into his ear.
The blue monk trembled and nodded as Kyuu let him fall to the ground. He scoffed and then gently brushed his hair back to perfection, "Do not be underestimated by my beauty, old man, I can still kill you,"
"What has got you in such a fowl mood, Kyuuketsuki?" a sly voice said to him. Kyuu turn to look at a grinning cat, his white body sporting streaks of red. The feline shimmied over to Kyuuketsuki and then hopped onto his shoulder, "It's not like you..."
"Bakeneko, get off my shoulder," the demon growled.
"Oh don't be such a sourpuss," the cat chuckled then hopped off of Kyuu's shoulder and turned into a beautiful man with golden hair and icy eyes. Bakeneko had once been a creature that he had gone after, in hopes of taming the cat for himself. But once he actually got to meet him, Kyuu couldn't stand being with someone like him. Bakeneko was arrogant, a narcissist and terribly sarcastic. Much like Kyuu. Kyuuketsuki and Bakeneko were one and the same, and they each couldn't stand each other. But for some reason, they still saw each other as being some sort of friends, "Now tell me what troubles you,"
Kyuu grumbled and then plopped down on the floor, rather ungracefully for him. His kimono crinkled underneath him as he adjusted to the rocky floor, "It's a human," he mumbled.
"Ohh, is that so?" Bakeneko said with interest, "A pretty female I'm guessing?"
"....no"
Bakeneko gasped, "A man?"
"....yes," Kyuu growled.
"How exciting! He must be a real beauty," Bakeneko slithered closer to Kyuu and slyly licked his cheek, his tongue raspy, "But is he more beautiful than I am?"
Another thing about Bakeneko, he was infatuated with the bloodsucking demon and he let it be known. Kyuuketsuki wasn't one to go after males usually and the news of him thinking about a human male was actually irritating the cat demon, even if he didn't make it seem obvious.
Kyuu looked at Bakeneko for a second and sighed, "He's as beautiful as a human can get.....but it's his personality that makes him even more stunning, unlike your rotten personality,"
"Remember you're speaking about yourself as well, we are one and the same in that department I'm afraid," Bakeneko teased.
Kyuu groaned and then pushed the cat shapeshifter away from him, grumbling under his breadth.
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It seemed almost like an eternity until night came. Once the sun had gone down, Kyuu disappeared from the cave. The demons were all in slumber resting from the revelries that had just recently ended.
Kyuu was faster than anything imaginable. He flitted through the forests of the country, wanting to reach the city, to find the human boy that had not left his mind since the other night. When he did arrive at the city, he slowed and opted for walking instead of running. By walking he could inspect scents more clearly.
The city was bussling, even in the night. Most were still cleaning from the atrocities that had ocurred the night before, others were going about their business. No more demons meant a safer city, especially the night after since mot of the demons were asleep.
Kyuu walked to the bridge were he had met Isshi, and there he stopped to linger around the wood, smelling and taking in the scent of the boy. He remembered what the other smelled like. A hint of blossoms, mixed with the scent of sweat and something else, something he wasn't very familiar with but that he had smelled in so many of his victims when they laid their eyes upon him. Not fear, something more passionate, something Kyuu did not know.
When he finally picked up Isshi's scent, Kyuu quickly set out to find the boy. The trail lead him straight to a large building, a few men coming out from the doors and a few others coming in. The men coming out laughed and joked and spoke about who Kyuu guessed was inside. Kyuu let out a deep breadth he had been holding in and then walked into the building.
It was lighted by candles and the scent of insence was very prominent. Kyuu blinked and then looked around, his tall graceful features unlike any other male in the establishment.
"Welcome," an older woman said, bowing deeply, "Are you here for the company of one of our hosts?"
Kyuu wasn't sure what the woman meant but he shrugged it off, "I'm here for Isshi," he said sternly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 1:55 pm
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The woman who had greeted the demon tilted her head slightly, a smile upon her painted lips.
"Ah... Of course. He is popular among our guests. He would be delighted to have you." The oiran smiled, her hand moving fluidly to the side. "This way." Quietly, she stepped ahead, her footsteps quick but small. Her hair ornaments seemed to cling together slightly; she was so decorated with golds and beads. Coming to the room she was looking for, she slid the rice paper door slightly open.
"You would have only one free hour. Any longer and you do have to pay for each next hour before you leave." With that information, she bowed once more.
"If you need anything more, feel free to ask." Smiling coyly, the woman slipped past the demon, glancing back for a moment before heading on her way.
Isshi felt himself beginning to slip into unconsciousness. His fingers and toes tingled numbly. He heard voices outside his door. A quiet groan of displeasure left his bruised lips. He dared not move, he would await his guest first. The kagema was too tired. Why now...?
The room was filled with scented oils and incense, most of which had stopped burning. Rope was thrown in a corner, along with a simple manbi noh mask. Only a large mat covered the floor, in which Isshi was laying. The room was mostly empty other than the few decorations hung over head. The young man inside never really took the time to look about the room except on his first week of staying there. He could not remember most of the layout, everything was always moved during any visits he had been paid anyway.
Isshi cleared his mind, ignoring the other noises, ignoring the mixed scents that smelled so sickly sweet to him. There were too many for his sensitive nose, but sleep was rare so the gigolo would only ignore the world and numb his senses.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:56 pm
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When they stopped in front of a room, a scowl appeared on the demon's face, ignoring what the woman was saying. He picked up the different scents inside of the room once the door was opened, and he felt himself hissing darkly. He didn't care for what the woman had to say, Kyuu quickly walked into the room and closed the paper door. He stood there for a few seconds and when he got Isshi's scent he zoomed into the room where the boy was laying on the ground.
"Isshi...." the demon hurried to the boy's side and shook him, "Isshi, wake up," he whispered gently looking at the boy, "What have they done to you," he growled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 3:30 pm
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Isshi fluttered open his eyes at the first calling of his name. That melodic voice... Making a small sound as he was shaken he jumped at the sudden demanding question. With tired eyes, the kagema looked up to the demon from the night before.
"Kyuu..." He whispered. After a moment, it registered to him he was still in an unsightly position. Quickly, he sat up, his skin peeling from the mat, sticky and damp. He pulled the yukata over himself, tying it quickly.
Isshi looked away, disappointed that the demon had to see him as such, and embarrassed at himself. "Only buy my time." Was his reply. No smiled graced his lips, no gentle tint of pink on his cheeks for the few moments of silence. He looked up to Kyuu; why was he here of all places? He knew the demon promised to see him, but...
Isshi let his hand gently touch the demon's cheek before he wrapped his arms around him. It was then a playful smile tugged the corners of his mouth. His fingers played the the demon's long hair before he rested his head Kuyu's chest. "Why don't we play a game?" He purred. It was automatic for him; every movement and every word. He glanced up innocently, curling up beside Kyuu. His heart was empty as he only made motions. Feelings, for him, were easy to copy and express, without meaning behind them.
His whole body ached. His wrists, ankles, and parts of his torso were rope burned. A bruise or two here or there from being handled too roughly. His usually red lips were a shade of red-violet, despite his smile. His eyes were dark from either fatigue or smeared make-up. Isshi did not want any more of it, but he had a client with him, demon or not.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 12:34 pm
████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████†xxxxxxxxxKyuuketsukixxxxxxxxx† The demon looked down at his human with a confused gaze, watching as he fumbled with his yukata and examining intently his physical state. In the boy's skin he could smell so many different scents. It was....disgusting. The demon cringed as Isshi spoke, the tone of his voice a lifeless drawl. What had broken this poor creature? What sort of beast could take away the bit of life that Kyuu had become bewitched with at the bridge.
It was the movement the followed the boy's words that made it clear to the demon the change in the boy's personality. As Isshi crouched towards him, the demon tried moving away, ut he couldn't resist the alure in the boy's blank eyes. He felt the other's hands over him and the demon watched as he curled close. The demon narrowed his eyes as Isshi asked if he'd like to play a game, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Isshi," he said gently, reaching a hand up to caress the boy's cheek, "Look at you.....you're pretty face is all marred and beaten....you don't deserve this my darling," he whispered gently.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 1:48 pm
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Isshi gazed warily at the demon, his smile gone, fading into a sad expression. For the moment, he leaned into the gentle touch at his cheek, his dark eyes never looking away from the other. Pulling himself up and closer to the demon, he wrapped his arms around Kyuu's neck, his head resting at his shoulder.
Quietly, h whispered, "Then... Shall you take me away from this pain and give me the pleasure of you...?" The one thing on Isshi's mind was to try and seduce the demon; if then he could hopefully gain a good payment... As horrible as he felt, his own survival surpassed his moralities.
"Will you hold me, and caress my body with a touch that is more powerful than any human...?" Isshi shivered at his own words. How cruel he felt, but how desperate he was. Pulling away, the kagema attempted to straddle the demon, painful as it was for him with his worn body. His arms were still loosely draped around the nightwalker.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:45 pm
████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████†xxxxxxxxxKyuuketsukixxxxxxxxx† Kyuuketsuki looked at the boy with a furrowed brow as the other wrapped his arms around his neck. The boy was so warm, compared to his cold body. He wondered if Isshi could feel the cold inside him, on his skin. The demon looked at the contrast in his white pale skin to the rosy liveliness, and frowned gently, sighing.
But the human's words made Isshi snap out of his distractions. There was a strange tone to the other's voice, the same tone that had been there when Isshi proposed a 'game'. Kyuu wasn't very sure what he meant, but whatever it was it made the demon rather wary. It was strange, for him to be actually bothered by a mere human. But Isshi was different than other humans, he wasn't sure why yet, but defenitely different.
The demon looked at the boy as he was straddled, and his amber eyes widened as he looked at the boy with a stardled expression, "Isshi....wait, stop," he mumbled, pushing the boy off of him. When the boy wouldn't budge, Kyuuketsuki growled and then turned to the one thing he had been trying to dodge, his own inhuman strength.
He pushed the boy off of him with a single tap and then in mere milliseconds, he was over the boy, grabbing him by his neck. It pained him to do this, but he had no other choice. Fangs bared, Kyuuketsuki hissed and growled at the boy, "I apologize, Isshi, but you leave me no choice and you must rest," forcing Isshi's face to the side, the smooth neck was revealed for the demon.
His eyes flickered like an animal ready for the kill. His face inched forward and his lips opened, quivering for the sweet elixir flowing through the human's vein. He kissed the neck sweetly before closing his lips and piercing the skin with his fangs.
The demon instantly moaned as he drank. He wrapped his arms around the boy's body, pulling him close as he drank vigorously. The taste was so delicious, so sweet yet with so many other highs and lows in the taste. It was beautiful, enchanting and bewitching. His body trembled as he drained the beauty, and in every drink he could feel the boy's heartbeat.
It was slowing but as soon as he stopped it would pick up.
With every bit of strength and self control, the nightwalker pulled away an animalistic roar making his body shake as he arched his neck to the heavens. His body heaved, mouth gaping wide covered in blood.
"Isshi.....you are stunning," he gasped.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:09 pm
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Isshi bit his bottom lip lightly, hoping the demon would succumb to him, but instead he was surprised with a powerful force. Being pushed so harshly down made him think he was going to be raped; even if it was his own fault for provoking the blood sucker. No, instead, he was surprised to see Kyuu hanging over him. Hearing the demon speak, his own eyes widened in slight fear, his hands coming up to his chest, to try and hold onto teh wrist of the hand that held him, and within that moment he felt his neck snapped to the side.
Isshi couldn't hold in his fright as a whimper escaped his throat. The soft touch of Kyuu's lips to his skin made him shudder, but soon it all was replaced with the intense pain of cold fangs boring into his skin. A screaming sob cried out of the kagema below, his hands desperately trying to push the nightwalker off of him. The night fiend was too strong for the weak human, however, and he could feel his life and strength begin to drain away. He tried to cry out, trying to push the other away, but still nothing.
Frightened yelps soon ceased into quiet pants. The boy could feel his heart pounding, wanting to burst out of his chest. His eyes watered and his body shook. Isshi did not look at the demon as he began to go numb when the fangs left his neck.
Chestnut coloured eyes closed slowly, letting a few tears leave though his thick lashes. Ignoring everything, now, Isshi let his body relax and fall limp. His fragile body wanted to completely shut down; force him into a slumber, and although he was afraid, he couldn't help but let his mind oblige.
His chest that rose and fell heavily then settled into slow breathing, sometimes shuddering. He couldn't feel his yukata over him, he wondered if he still had it. But he couldn't feel the floor either, or anything for that matter. Everything felt so slow, his senses clouded completely by fatigue as he slept so lightly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 11:36 pm
████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████†xxxxxxxxxKyuuketsukixxxxxxxxx† Kyuuketsuki felt the boy's body going limp in his hands and suddenly he was brought back from his high. Looking down he noticed the tears in Isshi's eyes and felt a strange pain in his chest and in his throat, like a knot being formed, "Isshi.....Isshi I'm so sorry," he whispered laying the boy down on the floor gently and caressing his cheeks. His eyes flicker to the wound and notices the blood still flowing. Furrowing his brow, the demon growls.
Quickly he moves down to Isshi's ear, "Isshi you must drink from me, it will heal you," he said sweetly, "It will make it all better my sweet," he whispered, almost lovingly, and then brought his wrist up to his mouth. His fangs bit into his own skin and sucked some of the tainted blood into his mouth. The only way he would have to do this would be by forcing the boy. Most humans cringed at the idea of drinking blood, weak or not.
With that done, he leaned down and then pressed his lips to the boy's and let the blood slowly drip into the hot cave. But feeling the other's soft warm lips made a sensation rise over Kyuu that he had never felt before. Gently his lips began to move, caressing Isshi's own set of lips. He did so tenderly and then added his tongue, letting it slip into the boy's mouth and letting it massage against the boy's own wet muscle.
He pulled back to take a breadth before looking down at the human with a hazy gaze, "Isshi..." he whispers gently. His eyes move to the wound and realizes that the blood is taking effect. With blood as old as his, it is not surprising how quick it is to work it's magic. But he should also warn the boy of the side effects. Enhanced senses, but also an animal-like craving for the demon. From what he had been told, a human that drinks blood from his kind will have dreams and desires of the beast who is the sire of
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 12:02 am
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The young gigolo felt the slightest tingling sensation in his body. Quiet whispers about him, but inaudible to him. Something cold, then, touched his lips. What was that...? Kyuu? And the taste of blood... Isshi had felt this before, but something seemed different. He felt the demon's wet tongue probe his mouth, or so he thought(and privately hoped) was the demon's, and barely did his own lips part. Sensation was filling his body again. The numb feeling melting away, his clouded senses becoming clear. And that taste.. That taste of blood mixed with the feel of the nightwalker's tongue. He wanted more of it.
Isshi's fingers twitched; he felt tremors run through his body. The sensation did not last long, much to his displeasure. Such soft caresses; he wanted to feel them again. His mouth ajar, the kagema let his eyes flutter. His eyelashes like voluminous black butterflies. He looked to the demon before him, and let everything return to his memory. Stiffening, he sat up quickly, painful or not, and kicked himself away from the demon.
"S-stay away from me!" He screeched, holding his yukata up. He quickly covered his ears, being filled with so many annoying sounds all at once. This room was so quiet before, what was all that noise?! So many sounds undistinguishable from one another. So many scents, all the oils and candles and sweat made his nose burn.
Isshi pulled his legs up to his chest, his face hidden in his knees as his hands were clamped over his ears. Fear, desire, pain, so many things took over his body. He let out a sob, shivering under so much, sudden, distress
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 10:00 pm
████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████†xxxxxxxxxKyuuketsukixxxxxxxxx† The demon looked at the human with a pained look. The reaction of people to the heightening of senses was customary, but for some reason it hurt Kyuuketsuki that the boy was so frightened by him and what had just happened.
He shoud have been ready to deal with Isshi and his heightened senses, but he was being too distracted by the fact that Isshi was being hurt, and because of him. Silently he moved closer to Isshi, and gently pressed a hand to his shoulder, "Isshi, you mustn't think of other sounds....just listen to my voice, only my voice," he whispered gently. He pulled closer to the other, until his arms embraced the boy completely, "Just my voice, Isshi," he whispered.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:37 pm
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Shaking quietly, Isshi jumped as he heard the same voice from the demon that did this to him. He whimpered quietly, but he couldn't help but feel calm with the contact that was made. He stiffened as the demon held him close, but after relaxing, the kagema closed his eyes. He tried hard to tune the other things out, only listen to Kyuu's calm voice.
Isshi buried his face in the shoulder of the demon, prying his hands away from his ears to wrap around the other. He let tears spill from his eyes; his make up starting to run. The confused human clung to the demon for as much comfort he could offer. How pathetic I am... He thought, gasping in air air quietly as he cried. Muffling his sobbing in the fabric of Kyuu's garments, he tried to pull away slightly. Letting the yukata fall lower, he wiped his black stained face. His nose still burned and he still heard things but... It didn't seem to hurt as much now. Isshi crossed his arms tightly, looking off to the side. Small mews and quiet whines escaped his throat.
A few scars riddled his torso and parts of his arms, and they seemed to continue where his kimono jacket was obscuring. Slight shame came over him; his body covered in ugly bruises and scars while the creature before him was so perfect... His crying, too, seemed so petty.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:16 pm
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