Inner Demons

Notes: This was inspired by the 2nd SE Anon Kink thread.  It was an attempt to fill a request that didn't fill it entirely, so on May 20th it was shelved.  I finished it rather randomly today.

Pairing: Lil'Demon/Soul rape twincest.  Implied bonus other.

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Inner Demons
by Ryo Hoshi

I could live a little better with the myths and the lies,
When the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried.
I could live a little in a wider line,
When the change is gone, when the urge is gone,
To lose control. When here we come.
          —She's Lost Control, Joy Division

     Soul was getting more and more wary of resonating with his meister; the imp had been bad enough before it'd taken on his form, but now…

     It was no longer merely annoying.  It whispered suggestions, things Soul might do, things it might do to Soul, with Soul…

     …and he thought it was getting stronger.

     He was having trouble ignoring its suggestions, though so far he'd managed to stop himself before it got too far.  Maka hadn't noticed, yet, somehow, but he knew Kid and—somehow—Black Star had noticed something was off.

     They didn't say anything until it was too late.



     It all fell apart on what had been an overall routine extracurricular mission.  The only thing that might have made it any trouble was the fact that Maka had picked up the sort of mission that usually Kid took: lots of souls, all for the taking, all at once.

     It was the routine nature of it—find one of the gang, take one of the gang, eat the soul—that caused Soul's guard to slip.

     Sharp teeth biting into his neck with a snicker as he was shoved into position, pants ripped and momentary confusion blown by sudden pain as the imp wearing his own form stabbed inside with only the briefest of pauses to line himself up and delighting in Soul's scream and confusion and disbelief…

     …a hand roughly jerking his own member, arm holding him in place as the other hand tangled in his hair and forced his face so he could see the imp's face, his own face, twisted into a cruel smirk with pleasure in his eyes…

     …and the terror and the pain and the confusion as his mind refused to process what was being done to him…

     …and then it was over, fluids running down his legs and the pain subsiding to a strange ache like his scar when it was still a very recent wound and the pain medications started to wear off…

     The imp snickered in his ear, nibbling viciously and not pulling out.  "Was it good for you, too?"



     Maka only noticed that there was something really wrong later.  Soul hadn't been talkative lately, so the long silence from him was not unusual.  She didn't even really mind it right now, in the middle of such a long hunt.

     Him transforming out of weapon form while she had stopped in an alleyway to orient herself, however…  That was new.

     The grin…not his usual one, evil-feeling, horrible…

     Maka looked into his black—not red—eyes, as he pushed her against the bricks.  "Soul…?"

     He snickered.  "Yeah?"

     "What…?"

     Another, longer snicker, as if her growing fear at his strange behavior was the most amusing thing in the world.  "You'll see, Maka."