Act of Submission

It was sunset. The last rays of sunlight had just dipped below the horizon, casting darkness over the city of Kyoto.

In the living room of a second floor apartment, above a small herbalist shop, a boy threw the last of the silver powder onto the ritual circle, the spray of blood from his wrist soaking the silver into the black chalk lines he had drawn into the floor.

The timing had to be perfect. Fortunately, perfection was not uncommon for this spell caster. The blood started to glow and he felt his organs tense unpleasantly, his heart slowing then speeding.

A figure started to form inside the chalk. The blood continued to glow, and the boy fell to his knees, clutching at his throat in a desperate bid to breathe.

For long moments, the glow persisted and he choked for breath, the figure growing more and more solid.

The glow peaked as the shadowed form reached solidity, and the boy reeled backwards as though struck by a hard blow to his head. He lay there, unmoving, as the figure stood up, eyeing off its newly formed body before turning its face to the fallen boy.

\"Taishou?\"

At the mention of his name, Taishou struggled to sit up. His eyes blinked slowly, refocusing on the figure. \"It worked.\"

\"Taishou, child, what have you done?\"

Taishou stood shakily, rubbing his face with a bloody hand. His face broke into a wide smile. \"It worked. I did it.\" He reached over and clutched his hands around the long slender digits of the demon\'s hand. \"You\'re corporeal.\"

\"Child, what have you done?\" The demon slid his hand from the bloody grasp, eyeing off the crimson liquid. \"Tell me how clever you\'ve been, Taishou.\" He smiled and felt his face, his real face, curl in the action. \"Tell me about the spell.\"

\"Yami...\" Taishou sat down again abruptly, shaking his head. He looked at his arms and frowned slightly, white light flickered over the open wounds, sealing them shut. \"I found a spell. Used in treating multiple personality disorder. Lets the personalities inhabit a body for a while, to talk out their issues. I modified it to create a host body for you.\" He looked up. \"All it takes to modify a spell is changing the components and incantations.\" He stared up with adoring eyes. \"I worked out how to wake you up, how to make you a body.\" His gaze flickered down again. \"But it won\'t last.\"

The demon looked up and down its body. It was exactly what he remembered from before the exile. He looked about for something to cover himself with but gave up. It wasn\'t as if there was any concern. It was just his boy here. \"How long?\"

The boy bit his lip. \"Until the the sun touches the sky. Sunrise. About seven in the morning.\" His head dipped down. \"I picked the winter solstice because of that.\"

\"You\'re a good boy.\" Urayami curled up on the couch facing his boy. One arm draped over the back of the chair, the long fingers, the clean hand, played with the long black hair. \"My wise little child. You went to all this effort, just for one night with me. After you scorned and betrayed me.\" He kept his hand gentle in the boy\'s hair, not giving into the base violence that so many demons couldn\'t resist. \"After you broke me.\"

Pained gold eyes turned to him. It occurred to him that they were darker than before, more of the natural brown showing than normally would.

\"I\'m sorry. I, I just wanted you to love me.\" He looked away, his face took on that familiar sulky, sullen look. \"You used me, like you always used me. You just forgot that I\'m not a little boy anymore. I can face you, Urayami.\"

Urayami closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. He could rapidly discern different scents, anger, indignation, hurt, pride...

Lust.

His eyes flickered open. \"I know. You are not a child anymore, Taishou, but you will always be my boy, won\'t you?\" He stroked one finger down side of the boy\'s face, his long arms easily reaching over the top of his head. \"You might be growing up, getting taller and stronger, but you will always be my boy. Because you want to be my boy. You want me to be proud of you like your father never was. Love you like I loved Myrna.\"

Taishou flinched away. \"You loved her because fate demanded it. You were nothing more than a pawn. The only worthwhile thing you accomplished was breaking me out of the loom of fate.\" He turned fiery eyes to his companion. \"But you have always needed me. I can live with that above love. For her you were willing to kill. I could drive you to die.\" He smiled slightly.

Urayami smiled back, despite himself. The boy was a demon at heart, even if he would always wear the fragile form of a human. \"You\'re a cruel, cunning child.\"

\"Learnt from the best,\" he quipped lightly. \"I am the only creature in existence who cares about you. She left you. You only have me.\" Taishou smiled smugly. \"I can\'t ever love anyone else, but that\'s all right. You have no one else to love.\" He lay down, settling his head onto the startled demon\'s lap. \"I like arguing with you, Yami.\"

Urayami stayed silent for a few minutes. His hands moved to stroke the hair again, tangling in the ponytail for a moment before loosening and pulling free again. \"You\'re a cruel boy.\"

\"You\'re a cruel demon. Fitting.\" Taishou smiled lightly. There was no malice in his comment. His hand curled around the bare thigh. \"You\'re very beautiful like this. Without the deformities.\"

\"Thank you. Most demons found me... unsightly.\"

\"Like your father. I know.\" One eye flickered open for a second before closing. \"I\'ve missed this.\"

\"I have too.\" The admission was out before he thought about it, but it was true. There was something, calming, about lying here. The pressure he felt every day, the need to fulfil something, it was gone with Taishou.

Because, like the boy said, he had been cut adrift from fate. There was no pressure.

He brushed his fingers over the pale skin. \"You look more like me. You\'re taller. More slender.\" He took a deep breath. \"I remember the little boy I ran into. All chubby cheeks and arms. You were a round child.\"

\"Until the attack. I lost my puppy fat in hospital.\" He sighed and shifted up further. \"You\'re naked.\"

\"I noticed. Are you going to offer me clothing?\"

\"Would you accept anyway?\" Taishou sat up with a smirk. His fringe was mussed, he reached up to smooth it down and looked at his bloody hands. His gaze flickered to where he had left blood smears on Urayami\'s thigh. \"I forgot that.\"

The demon looked at the hands intently. It had been too long. He still remembered how it had tasted the first time, the only time. It had been good.

He caught one hand in his own. Taishou looked confused, but his eyes widened to shock as the already blood red lips parted and Urayami flicked his tongue over the healed wound.

The blood was good. It would be better still flowing, but even as it was, it made his skin tingle and his own blood sing. He pulled the hand closer, resisting the urge to dislocate his jaw out and engulf the whole thing in his mouth. Instead, he licked the length of the hand, catching the blood in his mouth.

He heard the boy\'s heartbeat speed up. He felt the tremor of the hand he licked. He smelt the sudden rush of emotions his actions elicited. He saw the lips part in shock.

He carefully licked all over the hand, eyes flickering occasionally to watch his boy\'s face. His breath had sped up slightly, his gaze was transfixed by the inhumanly long tongue flicking over his skin.

With a small, satisfied sigh, Urayami released the hand and licked his lips for the last traces of blood. He sucked what traces were left on his fingers, feigning complete ignorance of the red blush that was starting to spread over Taishou\'s face.

The boy stumbled to his feet, eyes still wide. Urayami reflected on the beautiful honey gold colour his eyes had turned, how nicely it went with his bright red cheeks.

Without a word, Taishou turned and disappeared into the kitchen. Urayami watched him over the back of the couch, the archway and open doorway did little to hide to slim figure moving about, starting the kettle boiling.

\"Taishou?\"

\"I\'m just making a drink. Do you want some tea?\"

\"Hm, all right.\" It had been a long time since he had drunk tea. It wouldn\'t taste anywhere near as good as the blood, but it would be warm. \"Where are the others?\"

\"Hitori and Kamiko are at the temple until Sunday night. J... I have no idea where J is. He and Toji disappeared last night and said they\'d be back sometime next week. They might have gone plane hopping, hard to say. Dace doesn\'t live here anymore, Alice is at the Conclave being upgraded. I sent the other demons out for the weekend, told them to explore the city.\"

Urayami smiled and stood up, stretching out his body. It was so refreshing, a body tailor made from his memories. He examined his hands, longer than a human\'s, but he had been told that humans did not find them so ugly. He looked at the long lengths of his limbs, longer than he had grown accustomed to in Taishou\'s body.

But the boy was filling out. Limbs longer and leaner, his hair was growing longer now. It was pulled into a ponytail, swaying across his back as he moved.

The demon followed the movement for a moment then walked across the floor, past where the ritual circle was fading away, the magic having consumed it. The carpet felt strange against his feet, soft but harsh at once.

He paused in the doorway to the kitchen, watching as Taishou filled the pot with tea and grabbed two teacups form the cupboard. He was diligently staring at his work, not looking up at the demon.

Urayami stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around the small waist. Taishou stiffened in his hold, his back going straight, his head bent down.

The demon slipped one arm up to encircle the boy\'s chest, keeping his grip on the waist firm. He nuzzled aside the ponytail, breathing deeply at the nape of his neck. \"Tell me why you brought me here, Taishou.\"

The boy shivered as the breath touched over his skin, bent his head down further. \"I don\'t know what you mean.\"

Urayami pushed his body against the boy\'s, tightening his arms to stop any form of retreat. \"You\'re a very poor liar, Taishou. I\'m the liar, not you.\" He pressed his lips against the skin as he spoke again. \"I know, Taishou. You know why. Can you say the words?\"

\"I... I don\'t know what...\"

\"You don\'t know what I mean. Of course.\" Urayami slipped the arm around his chest down further to slide under the black shirt. His long nails, more like thin claws, scratched the skin gently and drew upwards, twisting to push his palm flat over the diaphragm and the scar left there. \"It is its own form of intimacy, violence. It is personal in a way that sex is. Blood on your hands, in your mouth. Their blood. You feel their body like you might a lover\'s.\" He tugged an earlobe with his lips gently, grazing his teeth just below, where the jaw meets the ear. \"You remember that, darling child?\"

\"Remember?\" The word was barely more than an exhalation.

\"You remember the feeling of his blood in your mouth. I was the first to ever touch you so intimately, but he was the first you ever chose to touch. Your best friend. Your first victim. What was his name?\"

\"Muzai. Suzuki Muzai.\" Taishou shivered again Urayami\'s fingers wandered a little higher, the claws flicking over one nipple.

\"Muzai. It means innocence, does it not? He was a sweet boy if I remember. Like you. Do you remember what his blood tasted like?\"

He felt a final shudder and knew that the boy had given in.

\"Yes. Like life. I could taste his fear, his betrayal, his pain. I could taste it all, it made me warm.\"

\"Too young to understand the sensuality of the experience. Too young to comprehend. Maybe I should have waited, but you were so beautiful, little one.\" He rested his chin on the boy\'s shoulder, leant their cheeks together. \"You looked so innocent, so confused when I approached. You were so lovely, lying sprawled on the ground in a growing pool of your own blood. So pale. All mine.\" He turned to brush his lips over the cheek by his own.

\"Why did you pick me? Thousands of children passed by, why me?\"

\"Because evil is inherent to you.\" Urayami leant back, pulling Taishou with him. The boy\'s hands were curled around the edge of the counter, white knuckled. \"You have the potential for great evil. And great good.\" He shrugged. \"I cannot pick your path, but I suppose I pushed you towards the fine line of neutrality you walk.\" He slid his hand downwards again and toyed with the leather belt. \"Now, since we\'re being open about our feelings, about our, peculiarities, how about you tell me what you want from me?\"

The boy moaned slightly, his head falling back onto the demon\'s broader shoulder. \"I can\'t. I can\'t find the words.\"

\"But you are so good with words, Taishou. My cunning child. You could sweet talk your way out of the gateway of hell. You talked me into surrender.\"

\"You\'re using me for her.\"

\"Maybe.\" Urayami moved his fingers from the belt and pushed down onto the top of the thigh. \"But you don\'t care. I won\'t be here past tonight. But you can\'t conceive of never having this with me. Only me.\" He started to guide the boy back to the lounge room. \"I bet you haven\'t even touched Hitori. Destiny says she will be yours. Yet you still hold back from her.\"

Taishou walked, the demon\'s legs nudging his own as they walked. \"I will not be Destiny\'s toy. If I have her, it will under my terms.\" He shuddered as Urayami\'s hand wandered up from his thigh, brushing lightly over swelling flesh.

The demon chuckled. \"Always fighting, child? If I were to surrender, to give in to your way, you\'d simply change sides so we could keep fighting.\" He tightened his grip around the flesh, laughing when a high keening escaped the child\'s lips, his knees buckling under him. \"Shh, relax, child.\" He controlled their descent to the floor, keeping the boy pulled back against his chest tightly. \"Relax, and trust me.\"

\"Trust?\" Taishou managed to laugh slightly. Urayami smiled and gently blew on one ear, loosening his grip on the boy\'s erection and sliding his hand back up to gently clutch at the lean throat.

\"Yami?\"

\"Shh.\" One finger pushed the chin up, exposing white skin. He could see the jugular, beating with the accelerated pulse. Blood coursing so close to the surface, his flicked his tongue to travel the length of it, felt the skin tense and goose pimple as he passed.

Taishou reached up with his right hand, buried it in the long black hair. His other hand covered Urayami\'s on his chest, fingers gently stroking the skin.

It was a gentleness that Urayami had only felt once before, and never so intimately. He nuzzled Taishou\'s jugular, pressing biting kisses along his jaw line. \"Tell me why you brought me here, child. Let me hear the words.\"

\"Nn, I can\'t.\" Even that small admission was almost sobbed. \"Please don\'t make me.\"

\"No, Taishou.\" He let go of the pale throat, undid the top button of the shirt. The scar sat there, twelve years old, faded to a light pink colour. He stroked it, moved down to the next button. \"You want me here. You want to submit to me, you want me to claim you.\" He lifted the hand that pushed down on the boy\'s chest, sharply dragged his fingers down through the buttons of the shirt, popping them off. The material hung open, three of the four scars gleamed in Urayami\'s sight. \"You need this, this incestuous meeting of our flesh.\"

\"Yes.\"

The word was hissed more than said, escaping through teeth that were just a shade too long to be perfectly normal. Urayami bared his own fangs in a smile, feeling heat coil through him.

His fingers touched each scar until he reached the leather belt. His fingers struggled for a moment; so disgustingly mortal in their fumbling; until the clasp gave up and fell loose.

It was silent except for the heavy breaths escaping from his boy\'s parted lips. He plucked the button free, grasped the silver tag in his fingers and pushed it down, letting his knuckle just graze over the heated flesh, eliciting another gasp.

He moved his hand back, softly pushed down the waist band of the boxer briefs until the fourth scar was exposed, just above where the dark hair started. He brushed his fingers over the last mark, pulled Taishou back with the hand splayed over his chest when he shivered lightly.

For a moment, the demon pictured what would be seen should anyone walk in. Taishou, his controlled, aesthetic child, on his knees, legs spread, clothes open and dishevelled watching with down turned face as the naked demon stroked his skin, holding him in a possessive embrace, listening to those pants of lust pass those lips.

He was so beautiful like this. So submissive. So powerless. So out of control.

His thumb reached up and his nail brushed the down turned chin, encouraging his head back again. The dark head fell back onto the demon\'s shoulder, throat bared again in a way that Taishou had to know would drive Urayami insane.

He pushed his hand down further, under the cloth. He kept going until his palm rested on the weeping head, his fingernails teasing the base of the hot shaft.

Taishou sobbed, pushing against Urayami to lean further into the touch. The hand on the pale chest stopped that action, he pushed his other hand closer, rubbing back and forth gently over the swollen head.

The boy rocked against his hands, as much as the restricting grip would let him, panting in unconcealed need. Urayami closed his teeth on the lean neck, not hard enough to break the skin, letting his own body rock with the force of his child\'s movements, his own need brushing the cloth that covered the tight backside.

He wanted him naked, but not yet. Not while he looked so debauched like this. That could wait until later.

\"Please... Yami... more...\" The words were breathy, pleading for something that was still unknown to this body. Urayami smiled and loosened his teeth, looking at the red marks he had left.

\"More what, my child?\"

A hand reached up to tangle in the demon\'s hair again, the other was clasped tightly on Urayami\'s wrist, holding his hand to his chest. The grip tightened, the demon did not worry, the boy was not overly strong.

\"Tell me, Taishou.\" He shifted his hand back further, away from the heat. The boy whimpered. \"Tell me.\"

\"Touch me.\" The words were barely whispered, but it was enough. The control had been broken.

Urayami pressed his hand close again, curled his thumb and forefinger around the base tightly. He chuckled as a moan reached his ears, he tightened his grip again, knowing that he was causing discomfort, knowing that to someone as inexperienced as his child, the slight pain would be lost to these wonderfully new, totally forbidden pleasures.

Slowly, he dragged his hand upwards. The body against his shivered, he traced his finger around the crown to elicit more shudders.

Relenting a little, he stroked his hand up and down a few times, delighting in the way that the hard flesh twitched in his fingers. Heat coursed through him, he increased his motions, wanting to move on.

Taishou wailed, bucking up against the demon\'s hand. Urayami forced him back again, closer to the demon\'s own body but did not deter his actions. He could feel wetness against his palm, he paused to catch some in his fingers and bring it up to his mouth, his tongue chasing the taste as bright amber eyes watched his mouth.

Urayami smiled slightly and nuzzled Taishou\'s cheek, letting his hand be guided back down. Still watching the flushed face he curled his hand again, leisurely pumping the throbbing flesh.

The boy thrust into the tight hand, eyes closing tight. His teeth worried his bottom lip, stilling the loudest of the moans so only gasps escaped. Urayami rocked against him, his own erection rubbing against the firm body as the boy jerked in his arms.

In a sudden move, Urayami knocked Taishou\'s legs further apart, tightening his grip and jerking hard. His teeth sank into the pale flesh; still not quite hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to really hurt; he closed the fingers of his other hand on one hard nipple.

With a strangled scream Taishou came, pushing forwards into Urayami\'s hand one more time. Urayami shivered as he felt the flesh throb in his hand, heat covering the fingers he had the flesh held with.

He slid his arm to encircle the slim waist again, holding Taishou steady against his own body as he lifted his other hand and flicked his tongue to lick up some of the liquid. It was bitter and salty, it reminded him of something; other than the boy\'s blood.

He pushed one of the fingers between the lax lips, cutting off the panting. There was a moment of resistance, more habitual than anything else, before he felt suction and the boy\'s tongue wrapping around his finger, awkwardly swallowing around the digit.

He pushed in another finger, let his child suck on that one for a moment. He was tempted to shove in a third, to see him choke, but instead pulled his hand away as he struggled to swallow again, using his long nails to push the flushed face to meet his.

With an odd gentleness that he couldn\'t really explain he leant in and kissed Taishou. The boy pushed back against him languidly, his kiss chaste and disturbingly innocent.

Urayami pulled back, his eyes gazing over the closed eyes and ever so slightly parted lips. His cheeks were still pink from exertion, his body relaxing further and further into the demon\'s arms.

The demon curled an arm around his boy\'s body, up from his waist, and slid his other hand down, pushing the sweat drenched clothes down and off the lean legs. Taishou stirred, glancing downwards for a moment before nuzzling his face into the nearest shoulder.

With an effort, he stood, cradling his boy in his arms. He looked at the peaceful face and leant down for another kiss. Taishou sleepily responded, wrapping his arms around Urayami\'s neck as he pushed back against his lips.

Knocking open the bedroom door, Urayami surveyed the room. He had been here many times, but apparently they had been making the place over since the last attack on the apartment.

The demon moved to Taishou\'s bed, he could have picked it by the larger size and soft scent, even if it hadn\'t been obvious from the arcane books piled around it. He lay the boy down and eased him out of his shirt, tossing it to the side.

For a moment, he just looked. Under normal circumstances, the boy was painfully shy of his body. The scars had refused to heal for years, but now that the power to make them mostly disappear was at his finger tips, something had stopped him.

Slowly, Urayami traced over the small circular scar between the sharp shoulder blades, bringing his finger down the spine. He paused over the long scar that tore through the torso on both sides, ending halfway through the left side of the ribcage.

Taishou give a slight shiver as the finger passed onto the scar, the demon smiled and smoothed his hand over the long black ponytail, slicing through the elastic holding it with one nail. He fanned the hair outwards across his back, it shimmered with colour as the moonlight fell over it, obscenely dark against the white skin.

He dragged a nail down to the tailbone, tickling his fingers over his buttocks. There was an unseemly giggle, sleepy and slow, but a giggle nonetheless.

Urayami dipped his head down, until his own hair; longer but no darker; trailed over the pale skin as well. It could have been the same person\'s.

\"Taishou...?\" He leant down and licked along the spine, tasting sweat. \"No sleeping yet, child.\"

\"No?\" One gold eye peered at him from under the black fringe.

\"No. We are not done yet.\" He straddled Taishou\'s thighs, leaning forward until he could whisper in one ear. \"We are most certainly not done.\"

The motion of leaning forwards brought his heated arousal into contact with the cooling skin of his boy\'s buttocks. He thrust involuntarily, shivering with the stab of pleasure.

Taishou gasped slightly, eyes open and awake again. Urayami thrust again, the boy\'s head shot up, Urayami\'s hands slammed into his shoulders, forcing him back to the mattress.

\"Yami?\"

\"Shh.\" He rocked gently, a stark contrast to his hard grip on his boy\'s shoulders. He tightened his fingers, could feel the blood vessels breaking under his fingers, showing as blossoming bruises. It made him throb harder.

For a moment, Taishou struggled against him. He pushed down harder, sliding his hand to the middle of the boy\'s back and using his other hand to grip his skull. \"Shh.\"

Against his will, he thrust again, sliding back down the slender legs. His feet hooked around the boy\'s ankles, dragging them outwards.

\"Yami... you\'re hurting me.\"

The words cut through him. His hands released, letting the boy breathe properly. \"I...\" He shook his head, forced it to clear. \"I did not mean to force you.\"

\"You\'re not. Just don\'t man handle me like that.\" He propped himself up his elbows, gazing over his shoulder. \"You want...\" his cheeks coloured and he looked back to his hands.

\"I want you.\" He leant back, kissed the bruises. \"I want to take you.\"

He felt the heat rush through the boy\'s body, could feel his blood pumping. He inhaled, the boy was scared but he was turned on. Incredibly turned on.

\"You like that idea.\" He moved to lick along his spine again. \"Is this what you wanted from me all along?\"

\"I...\" his breath caught, Urayami flicked his tongue over the spot again.

\"Tai-shou.\" He drew the name out, shifted back further. He moved himself to in-between the boy\'s legs, pushing them out further into an indecent sprawl. He tickled his fingers over the round muscles, down his thighs to his knees and back up again. \"Tell me, child.\"

\"Please, I want, urh... Gods!\"

Urayami hissed at the cry. \"Don\'t say that.\" He pushed his nail against the old bite mark until the muscle twitched in protest. \"No prayer, not to them.\" He went back to caressing the skin, beautifully flawed and torn. \"They cannot give you what you want. Not this time.\"

He cut off any possible response by bending down and fluttering his tongue over the tailbone of his ever willing victim.

He smiled and leant down further to suck the skin. His perfect victim. Unwilling at times, but always subservient when it mattered. Always willing to give his all, even when he didn\'t know how to.

Trusting, innocent and all his.

He sat back on his heels, looked at the red mark. \"You will always be mine, won\'t you, child? I made you. My child. Mine. My innocence and frailty.\"

\"Lost faith and ability to love.\"

Urayami paused at the words. \"Maybe.\" He went back to laving the lower back with his tongue. \"You are the personification of my weaknesses.\"

He felt the chuckle just before he heard it. \"And maybe the cause of those which remain.\"

He always was a wise thing. \"Perhaps.\" He lay his head on one upper thigh, brushing his nails back and forth over the other.

\"You\'re incapable of giving a definite answer to anything. Mm, there.\"

Urayami focused on the spot, shifting just enough to tickle his breath over it. \"There?\"

\"Mm-hm.\" Taishou wriggled slightly, Urayami sat up indignantly as his pillow moved back.

He watched for a few seconds. Those long legs had definitely shifted a little further apart.

He didn\'t need anymore of an invitation than that. He slid back, his hands gripping the bony hips and yanking them upwards as he shoved his tongue into Taishou\'s body.

Taishou almost screamed at the sudden sensation, his fingers knotting in the sheets. His legs kicked outwards, toes searching for purchase. Urayami wasn\'t sure if he wanted to get away from it or push closer.

He kept his grip tight, thrusting hard with his tongue. After a few seconds, he felt the tense panic ease off, the kicking stopped and the boy relaxed into the demon\'s hands, giving small cries each time the tongue thrust inwards.

With little encouragement, Taishou slid his knees up until he was kneeling on the bed, his head pillowed on his forearms. He rocked back onto each thrust, making that delightful noise each time.

Urayami pulled back and spun his child around, sending him into a sprawl on his side. He half sat up, lips parted to query when the long fingered hand tangled in his hair.

The pulling had to hurt, involuntary tears pricked the gold eyes, made them gleam brighter as he pulled hard, forcing his face downwards. Realisation appeared as the hard, curved length of the demon\'s arousal was brought to eye level.

\"Yami?\"

\"Shh.\" He loosened his grip, did not relinquish it. \"As much as you can, child.\" He pushed, using a gentle touch to the skull rather than yanking the hair. \"As much as you can.\"

With closing eyes, Taishou wrapped a hand around Urayami\'s erection hesitantly, bringing his lips to the head. The cool skin of his hands was a stark contrast to the burning heat of his mouth as he took the head between his lips and licked his tongue over the tip.

Pleasure shot through Urayami. He moaned, loudly, encouraging the boy to move down further. With an almost reluctance, the lips around him tightened and sucked. Shudders ran through him, it had been too long. He closed his hand on the thin neck and slowly pushed upwards, forcing himself deeper into the hot mouth.

There was a gagged choking sound, and he slid a bit further, almost sighing with the pleasure. It was a painful nowhere near relief to be leisurely pumping into the heated cavern, small hands tight on his thighs.

With a sigh he pulled Taishou up gently, the boy\'s lips glistening and red. \"Did I do something-\"

\"No.\" He grabbed a shoulder and a leg and flipped the boy onto his stomach. He dragged his hips up again, lean legs wantonly spread at the action.

He was so easy to condition.

Getting to his knees, Urayami yanked Taishou back, thrusting forwards at the same time. A keening wail cut the air as he forced his way in, delicious searing heat clamping around him.

Pulled up against him, his arms trembling from the shock and the strain of holding his body, Taishou trembled violently as Urayami shifted slightly, settling back onto his heels. Drawn back and forced into a half kneeling position, there was another shudder and a choked sob as gravity sank him even further onto the demon\'s hard flesh.

Gently, so gently compared to the brutality of moments earlier, the demon stroked the back of his hand down one tear streaked cheek, his arm tenderly encircling the small waist, his cheek laid on the scarred back. \"It is all right. Shh.\" He brought his hand back and licked the tears off it. Even through these he could taste the fear and pain. \"The worst is past.\"

\"Yami... oh Gods, it hurts.\" He shuddered again, his body tensed even further, undoubtedly causing more discomfort. \"It hurts.\"

\"I know.\" He wrapped the other arm around his chest, their position similar to earlier, in the lounge room. \"It is easiest like this. Pain quickly over with.\" He kissed the circular scar between the shoulder blades. \"Just relax. Heal yourself and relax.\"

Taishou didn\'t say anything, just tipped his head back a little, eyes closed in concentration. White light shone from beneath his lids briefly, his body relaxed almost immediately, sinking that little bit more. His legs stopped trembling with the effort of holding himself over Urayami, letting the demon hold him closer.

As tender now as he was violent before, the demon softly stroked and petted his child, combing out his tangled hair with his fingers and soothing over the old scars with feather light caresses and kisses.

Slowly, he pushed upwards, testing to see if he was stopped. Taishou shivered but there was no tensing and no sobs. He relaxed down again, the boy came with him, legs tightly pressed against one another.

\"Pain has gone?\" He said against pale skin.

\"Yes.\" As if to prove his point, the boy twisted his body back and forth a bit, grinding back onto Urayami further. The demon moaned at the sensation, even as the boy looked back over his shoulder. \"It feels odd. A bit uncomfortable. You could have warned me before hand though.\"

\"I\'m sorry. I thought it best to get it over and done with.\" He reached down with one hand to fondle the limp member. \"Before the pleasure wore off and you would be tense and more susceptible to the pain.\"

\"Sure, sure.\" Taishou winced, and batted the roving hand. \"Don\'t.\"

\"Don\'t?\" The demon\'s hand slowed but did not stop. \"You do not want more? It will make the lingering discomfort fade.\"

\"I\'m fine.\" He shifted again, redistributing his weight on his knees. He bent forwards slightly, leant his hands on Urayami\'s knees. \"I\'m okay now.\"

Urayami hesitated. He had never taken an unwilling partner before, not one who did not give consent at any rate. Many of his partners had regretted it afterwards but none had ever simply endured sex.

He licked the skin, used the taste to enhance his sense of smell. There was a lingering arousal but it was fading. More importantly, there was no pain, distress or fear.

Disinterest could be overcome.

His contemplation was only a matter of ten or twenty seconds, but it was long enough for Taishou to become impatient. He had freed himself from Urayami\'s arms and now he used the muscles in his legs to lift himself up, drawing off the other\'s erection.

Then, he pushed himself roughly, his hands clenching on the demon\'s knees for extra force.

The demon virtually howled, fingers going straight back to his partner\'s already bruising hips. Already, the boy was lifting himself again, when he came down again Urayami pushed upwards and changed angle ever so slightly.

They both cried out this time, desire rushing back into the boy\'s scent. With far more passion and eagerness Taishou was lifting up again almost as soon as he had come down, his legs tightly gripping Urayami\'s as they crashed back together again.

Heat was burning through Urayami. He was far stronger than the boy, it wasn\'t long before he forced him back onto hands and knees, pounding into the willing body in long, hard thrusts. Taishou met him thrust for thrust, his head tipped back, lips lax with pleasure as he tilted his hips to increase the pleasure each time Urayami rammed into him.

Urayami could feel his higher thoughts slipping from him as instinct took over. Instinct kept his hips pumping, driving himself in and out of the lithe form. Instinct, burning lust but always that bloodlust running under it.

He twisted slightly, the boy actually screamed with the pleasure and he snapped at the air, telling the demon that he wasn\'t the only one having trouble keeping the two lusts apart. He pushed harder, one hand uncurled from his hips to dig into his bruised shoulder, shortening each thrust, his nails puncturing the skin.

Instead of crying out from the pain the boy moaned, shivering with pleasure. The smell of the blood, the smell of the dripping arousal that his hand automatically reached to curl about, he shuddered and felt the bloodlust rise again.

His bloodied fingers uncurled from the wound they had made, but before he could bring them up to suck at them sharp teeth closed on his hand in a vicious snap. The pain was there, it elicited a thrill in him, tongue licking blood from his fingers, from the newly opened wounds.

He lost it. Pounding desperately into his boy\'s body he yanked one of the child\'s arms back and sank his teeth into it, mouth wider than any mortal\'s could have been.

The blood hit his mouth. He tasted the endorphins, he felt the pleasure that spiked over Taishou as his lips closed on the wound and sucked on it. Taishou shuddered and screamed, body bucking wildly with his release, every muscle taught.

It was the perfection Urayami had sought. He forced himself deeper, one last time, releasing his essence deep into the boy. His lips let go of the bleeding wound and he collapsed onto Taishou, the boy buckling under the weight and falling to the sheets.

They lay there for a few minutes, breathing hard. Urayami nuzzled Taishou\'s cheek, realised he was unconscious.

With a small smile he pushed himself off the boy and rolled him onto his back. His arm was still bleeding, but there was a satisfied smile on his face even now.

He tapped one cheek. \"Taishou. Wake up.\"

\"Hm?\" His eyes fluttered open and closed again.

\"Taishou... no sleeping.\" He stroked his chest gently.

\"No, not again.\" A hand batted at his. \"Not again. \'M exhausted.\"

Urayami laughed. \"No, I\'m not going to ask for more, that was enough for me.\" He lifted the arm to his mouth and lapped at the blood. \"My sweet, darling child.\"

A hand lazily caught his head, drawing him down. They kissed slowly; only the second shared between them; Taishou\'s tongue explored for a moment until Urayami realised he was catching the last traces of blood from his mouth.

They parted, Taishou smiled and glanced to his arm. White light flared from the wound and it closed over, his eyes eerily white for a moment until the healing was finished.

Invitingly, the arm was offered up, Urayami licked the last traces of blood from the pale skin, he felt his own hand taken into gentle fingers that stroked around the small puncture marks.

Tingling covered his hand. Instinctively he flinched, but no pain followed, just a soothing tickle as a wet tongue carefully cleaned his blood from his skin.

When he was certain he had caught every last trace he propped himself up on one elbow to watch Taishou. No marks were left on his hand, no blood, no bruises, nothing.

\"Thank you.\" He smiled at the boy, laying on the pillows. He did look beautiful lying there, hair spread about his pale body, a soft smile on his wet lips.

Taishou just smiled back at him, lazy and satiated. His eyes were already half closed, watchful but almost unaware.

He gave in and lay down, drawing Taishou to his body. The boy curled around him, head tucking onto his chest, their legs tangled together.

He could feel the muscles relaxing and loosening. Years of stress lost in the passion of a first time.

He had never been innocent. Yet, lying here, glowing in the aftermath, satiated, naked and damp, he had an air of innocence about him, childish wonder in his body.

They lay in silence for some time, Taishou slept for a while, cuddling closer while he dreamt. He seemed untroubled by his usual nightmares, and briefly the demon wondered if it was the sex that was causing that or not having the demon in his mind.

He got up after a while and wandered the house. He cleaned up the boy and bed with a small spell; it was easier than mundane ways; and dug a steak out of the freezer, warming it and eating it before heading back to the bedroom.

He sat at the desk and watched. He had spent most of the last twelve years watching Taishou, in one way or another. During the last six months though, he had blossomed from a thin, fragile boy with black marks under his eyes and a barely half sane stare into this sleek and beautiful creature with a piercing gaze and cunning mind.

He moved back to the bed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind one ear. Taishou stirred and smiled slightly but didn\'t waken, his hand lazily reaching out.

The demon caught it and held it, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles. He settled again and curled up a little, holding the demon\'s hand.

Did he love the boy? Maybe. As much as he loved anything. He\'d been obsessed with him for years, even before the attack.

\"Stop thinking so hard. You\'ll hurt yourself.\"

He looked up at the amused amber eyes. \"Cheeky bugger.\" He pushed back the same strand and reached up a little more to brush his fringe back.

\"What were you thinking about?\"

\"You, actually.\" He smiled at the faint blush. \"You\'re a lovely boy. I think you\'ll become even more gorgeous along the way.\"

\"Not like you though.\" He rolled onto his side, drawing the sheet over himself. \"You\'re beautiful.\"

\"To you.\" He yawned, deliberately opened his mouth fully.

\"I\'m not scared of you. I told you that. Not even with that mouth. Not now I know you have no interest in eating me.\"

Urayami leered. \"Not like that anyway, but I certainly wouldn\'t mind devouring you.\"

Taishou smiled and stroked Urayami\'s cheek. \"Maybe next time, Yami.\"

He frowned, a little confused. \"Next time?\"

\"Hm.\" The boy looked to the window. \"Next time. Don\'t worry, I\'ll bring you back. After this time, how could I not? Maybe I\'ll even have more experiences to try on you.\"

Urayami\'s head snapped to the window. Light was beginning to stream in, the sun rise was near. \"No. I don\'t want-\"

\"It\'s not about what you want.\" Taishou sat up and tilted his head. \"I told you we only had tonight.\"

He had forgotten. In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten it would not last.

\"Time will pass quickly for you. You\'re mostly dormant anyway. It\'ll give me time to learn new things.\"

It hurt. He didn\'t want anyone else to touch his boy. He turned back to look at him, sitting in the midst of the rumpled sheets, hair loose about his face and shoulders.

\"It\'s not like you love me. I was a body for you, and I\'m more now, I know that, but you can\'t love. You\'re a demon, and I\'m a demon hunter.\"

But he did. It was a gut wrenching realisation. As much as he had Myrna, but this had been his own doing.

He opened his mouth to say it as he thought it. I love you.


Taishou watched Urayami\'s body turn to black mist and disappear. He would no longer nurse his anger.

He lay down on the sheets that still smelt like them and fell into sleep, Urayami safely back where he belonged, asleep and trapped inside Taishou\'s body, mind and soul.

He had finally achieved the impossible.

He had broken the demon\'s heart.