Devil's Dance Floor

The tap tap tap of footsteps followed him in the dark, but no matter which way he turned, there was nothing there. Even when he sped up or slowed down, the footsteps followed him. Akaya began to panic. Darkness surrounded him, but strangely enough, he could see his hands before him. Somehow, that made it worse. He walked forward slowly, afraid to bump into something. No matter how he walked, the footsteps kept a steady pace around him. The footsteps echoed, meaning there was something around him for the sound to bounce off of. That meant there was a chance of finding a way out.

“Who’s there!?” He screamed into the never ending darkness. His voice echoed like the footsteps before dying in the void around him.

Still the footsteps continued. Akaya stopped where he was, growing frustrated and scared. He felt foolish being scared of footsteps, but with someone moving that much, they had to be getting closer. Akaya wasn’t sure he really wanted to know who was walking about in the dark.
The sound echoed all around him, getting louder and then quieter, sounding like it was coming from all sides without getting closer or further away. His mind spun, and he could feel sweat forming along his hairline. Trying not to panic only made him feel even more afraid.

“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working!” he screamed defiantly, hoping his voice wouldn’t give away the lie. He needed to do something to make those damn footsteps stop, they were driving him mental.

A faltered footstep, like someone stopping suddenly, and then immediately the sound died. The silence that followed was almost deafening. Akaya held his breath, listening intently to see if the footsteps were just quiet, or altogether stopped.

Was that it? That’s all it took? Akaya thought, how simple?

The darkness seemed to grow darker, a chill running up his spine, making his entire body tremble. That was when the laughing started; a wicked cackle that promised nothing but pain. The sound alone was enough to freeze ones blood.

“Who’s there!?” Panic edged his voice. The laugh sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it, no matter how much his mind tugged at his memory.

The laughter didn’t stop, and when Akaya covered his ears to block out the sound, the laughter seemed to come from inside his own head. Akaya hunched in on himself, ends of his fingers twisting in his hair and elbows driven into his sides. What was going on!?

“Stop, stop, stop!” The laughter echoed his footsteps as he started running again. He didn’t know where he was going, his body only screaming at him to just go.

The footsteps started again, only this time they were running – and quickly. The noise was getting closer to him. Out of sheer panic Akaya pumped his legs harder, running like his life depended on it. Going blindly forward, the cackling and laughing seeming right on his heels. The noises became louder, the echo bouncing all around, as if multiple people were surrounding him. Akaya cried out in frustration, jamming his fists into his knees as he stumbled. There was no safe place for him to turn, to run; he couldn’t see where he was going. There was no way to know if he was going in circles, or even if he was running closer to whoever was there. His shirt clung uncomfortable to his back, the only indication of how long he had been running. But he wasn’t going to give up, he didn’t want to think of the potential consequences to stopping.

It felt like he had been running for hours when his legs finally collapsed. The laughing stopped as Akaya lay crouched on the ground, panting. Tremors ran through his calves and thighs. It didn’t feel like he had been running that long, but he knew his judgment was off.

“A~ka~ya~chan,” a ghost of a whisper past his ear.

With a terrified scream Akaya launched himself back to his feet, “who the fuck is there!?” Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as he spun around, someone was there! He couldn’t see anyone, or feel them. But someone was there!
He cupped his hand over his ear, a tremor running through his neck. He’d never heard his name whispered so seductively, or so close to his ear. It almost sounded like his voice, but much darker.

Akaya’s legs quivered and he found himself crashing back to the ground, the crack of his knees on the ground echoing in the still air around him, he bit his lip as he hissed in pain. A soft chuckle whispered past his other ear. Akaya clapped both hands to his head, leaning forward to press his forehead to his knees.

“A~ka-chan, don’t be like that.”

Akaya raised his head, this time he was sure that was his own voice! Blood red eyes stared back at him. His scream of terror rocked his entire body, locking all his muscles. Akaya launched himself backwards, scrambling in the dark before he was able to get purchase and launch to his feet. This time a dark red demon mask was there to greet him. The horned mask hung at face level, red unblinking eyes stared at him. The thick mouth hung slightly open, brownish foam clung around the demons lips, teeth sliding down towards the chin.

“You!” Memories flashed past his minds eye of this same demon. Shaking his head violently Akaya staggered back, tripping over his own feet. Hands scraped across the ground as he fell, but he didn’t notice. “No!” He shakily pushed himself to his knees, ignoring the growing pain in his joints as he ran. Trying to put as much distance between himself and the mask as possible.

The mask lowered, sniffing the glowing red stain - the only thing visible in the blackness. A long black tongue rolled out of the fanged mouth to lap at the stain, leaving a trail of brown saliva as is lazily licked at the ground.

Akaya staggered as he ran, the muscles in his legs burning and his sides aching. No matter how much pain he was in, he was determined to keep running. He had to get as far away from that …thing, as possible. One leg gave out and he crashed to the ground, skinning his knee and shin. The laughing started again as Akaya struggled back to his feet. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the demon mask hovering over the blood his knee left, watched as the long black tongue rolled out.

No, nonono! His mind screamed; move, move, move! But his legs couldn’t obey. He managed to get onto his feet, but his legs quivered and he fell back to his knees.

A wet sensation under his ear made him freeze, blood turning cold. The soft laughter whispered in his ear as the demon tongue curled along his jaw to his neck. Even though he couldn’t move he still threw himself forward, trying to escape. He landed at the feet of another red masked demon. The one standing over him chuckled, the sound reverberating around them. The mask still hovered next to him, tongue pushing the collar of his shirt aside to seek out the sensitive skin of his chest.

“Stop!” Akaya’s voice came out higher than he had intended, tears trickling from the corners of his eyes. He wiped at them furiously before trying to push away the mask. The mask held firm under his hands, it was warm, like a human body. Repulsed, Akaya drew his hands away. He pushed at it again with the back of his arm, but the creature just laughed. The laughter was more like a gargling noise, not the clear higher pitched chuckling of the other voice. “Please stop,” Akaya whimpered.

“Reduced to begging now, are we?” the demon in front of him laughed. His masked suddenly started to melt, trickling from his face and down his chest like fresh blood. The demon now sported a familiar mop of black curly hair and wicked sneer. He grinned and licked his lips before mirroring Akaya’s look of terror.

“You!” Akaya pushed at the mask behind him again, he needed to get away …now! Seeing himself standing there was too much, he knew this wasn’t possible. But, here he was, at the mercy of his demonic half.

“You,” Demon Akaya stared down at his terrified double.

“W-what do you want!?”

The demon grinned without answering, hands planted firmly on his hips. Even his clothing matched what Akaya was currently wearing. Hair, eyes, everything matched. The only difference was the malice in the other ones eyes.

Akaya’s face flushed as the mask’s tongue pushed out from under his shirt and pressed between his legs. The demon in front of him just continued to laugh. He wanted to cry, watching his doppelganger standing over him laughing. But crying did him no good.
With his last ounce of strength Akaya lurched drunkenly to his feet, the masked too stunned to keep its hold on him. With legs numb from exhaustion Akaya ran forward, the demon vanishing right before they collided. He appeared again far to Akaya’s left, a glare twisting his features.

“Enough!” The demon yelled, throwing his arm out wide.

Akaya’s only warning was the heavy metallic slithering - seconds later he was knocked to the ground by the weight of a large black chain. He flailed before grabbing at the chain as it tightened around his neck, nails scratching at the soft skin of his throat. Heels banged against the dark floor, one shoe falling off.
The demon appeared again, this time standing over him sneering. He crouched down over Akaya’s stomach and took his chin in his hand, long tapered nails cutting the skin on his jaw.

“Ah~ah, now look what you made me do.”

In a final act of defiance, Akaya spat into the demons face.

The demon snarled and backhanded Akaya, snapping his head to the side. Standing abruptly, the demon wiped his face with the back of his hand and straightened his clothing. Flipping his hair back he snorted, “what a waste of your last bit of energy, you should have saved it up for all the screaming you’re about to do.”

He couldn’t fight anymore as frustrated tears crept from the corners of his eyes, why was this happening!?

The demon chuckled, voice coming from directly above his head. Cold fingers trailed over the chains around his throat, grabbing him suddenly. Akaya gasped and choked, trying to pull the demons hand away. The demon chuckled and snapped his fingers softly next to Akaya’s ears, the metallic slithering came again.

“No…” Akaya whimpered as cold chains wrapped around his wrists and roughly hauled him to his feet. His legs, unable to hold his weight, gave out, leaving him dangling lifelessly from the chains. The chains entwined his wrists together, tearing the skin in the process. The blood trailing down his arms was warm, but Akaya didn’t notice. His shoulders strained against his body weight, fingers getting stiff.

The demon leaned in again, “now this is the look that I like.” A long black tongue rolled out of his mouth and lazily trailed up the tears drying on Akaya’s cheek. He winced at the sensation, stomach turning in disgust. The demon slid down his body, bringing his face close to Akaya’s stomach. Then, hands trailing first, he stood back up slowly, making sure to rub himself completely against Akaya. Moaning softly the doppelganger hooked his leg around Akaya’s knees, rolling their hips together.

“I don’t need you.”

“I’m sorry, didn’t hear you?” The demon turned his ear to Akaya’s mouth, sliding his leg back down so he stood firmly on both feet.

“I don’t need you, I’m better than you …than the way I was …I don’t need you, so go away!” His voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

“Silly Akaya,” the demon chided, “you’re not better than me, you still need me, you’ll see. You’ll never be rid of me.” The demon snapped his fingers and more chains burst out of the surrounding darkness, seeming to materialize as they got close enough to him. They wrapped tightly around Akaya’s chest and stomach. “Silly, silly Aka-chan.”

“Don’t call me that,” Akaya hissed, his breath being forced out by the constricting chain round his chest.

“Oh~,” the demon held his clawed finger to his lips, “I forgot, you don’t like being called that.” The demon tilted his head back as he laughed, “but, you don’t seem to mind it as much as you make it seem when Niou-senpai calls you that.”

Akaya let out a startled yell when the mask appeared at his shoulder, long tongue lapping at the blood trickling down his arms.

“You’ve always had a thing for Niou-senpai haven’t you Aka-chan?” The demons face began to melt again, distorting Akaya’s familiar appearance. The hair elongated and bleached as his face twisted to resemble Niou’s, his voice dropping to mimic the tricksters. “You think about me a lot, don’t you Aka-chan?” The Niou doppelganger leaned closer to Akaya, faces inches away from his exposed and bloodied neck. He pushed against Akaya again, only this time causing a tremor in the others body. The demons long fingers made short work of Akaya’s belt, pulling it completely out of the loops.

The masks tongue slipped in through the sleeve of Akaya’s shirt, slithering down his chest and pulling up the bottom of his shirt. Niou grinned and rubbed the belt across Akaya’s stomach before trailing it down the inside of Akaya’s thighs, making him shudder.

“A~ah, silly Aka-chan, even though you fight with me, you’re still enjoying this! Is it because I look like Niou-senpai?” Casting the belt aside, Niou trailed his hand up Akaya’s thigh. Akaya instinctively tried to close his legs, jerking against the chains binding him.

“Ah-ah, we can’t have that!”

More chains crept out of the darkness, twisting up his legs and pulling them out wide, leaving him spread eagle. Akaya whimpered and thrashed against the chains, which only tightened around him. The chain around his neck tightened, forcing his head back. The links in the chains around his wrists rubbed together, pinching and breaking the skin on the inside of his wrists.

“That’s more like it,” the doppelganger purred, Niou’s pretty mouth twisting into an evil grin. He placed his hand back between Akaya’s thighs, running his hand up to grasp him firmly between the legs.

A noise somewhere between a grunt, a yell, and a moan escaped from Akaya’s throat, stars bursting behind his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly so he wouldn’t have to look into Niou’s face. He tried to remind himself that this was the demon, not Niou. But the voice that crooned in his ear and the warm hands on him only registered in his brain as his senpai. He could feel his body getting warmer and cursed himself.

The demon clicked his tongue, “you should be ashamed Akaya, you know I’m with Yagyuu. But still,” he rubbed his hand back and forth across Akaya’s crotch, “you fantasize about me!” The large warm hands slowly pulled Akaya’s jeans away from his hips, fingers brushing under the hem of his boxers. “Boxers? Quite the little mans man aren’t you? Boxers instead of briefs, how cute!”

Akaya growled deeply in the back of his throat, “shut up!”

Niou chuckled again, “you’re so cute when you’re angry, did you know that? And such a naughty boy!” He leaned in close to whisper the last in Akaya’s ear, trailing his lips across his jaw.

Akaya jerked his head away, causing the chains to tighten against his struggling. His head was forced further back, exposing his adam’s apple, which bobbed as he swallowed. Niou ran his teeth up Akaya’s throat, chuckling at his whimper.

“Have you ever told Niou what you think about him? A~ah, probably not, don’t want the gentleman Yagyuu-senpai to get mad at you. I wonder what he would say if he knew you thought about Niou on his knees in front of you, sucking you off.”

Akaya whimpered, embarrassed tears stinging his eyes, “shut up!” he hissed through clenched teeth. Stop crying, stop crying, it’s what that bastard wants! But no matter what he said, he felt the warmth of tears on his cheeks.

“Our cute little Aka-chan is quite the pervert! Does he know how you think about him when you’re changing, how you think about him in the showers? Ah ha, what about the other one? The one you spend the most time thinking about, Niou on his back, you’re cute little head between his nice long legs …as Sanada-fukubuchou fucks you mercilessly from behind.”

Akaya’s face blazed scarlet, “stop, I don’t want to hear it!”

The demon playfully flicked the elastic band in Akaya’s boxers, “embarrassed Aka-chan?” He traced his fingers up the length of Akaya’s erection, “already excited? You’re so simple Akaya, so cute!”

Akaya pulled his hips away from the doppelgangers hands as best he could; screaming at his body that this wasn’t the real Niou-senpai. He could feel his entire body flush whenever the demon touched him, or whispered in his ear with Niou-senpai’s voice.
The mask’s tongue released Akaya’s shirt, much to his relief. Instead of backing away like Akaya had hoped it would, it instead trailed its tongue down his stomach and into his boxers. His eyes flashed open in shock as the wet tongue wrapped around his cock. He thrashed around wildly, hoping to get the mask to let him go. Instead, it just tightened around him. Akaya’s legs trembled and a strangled groan escaped from his lips. The mask wrapped its tongue around the entire length, flexing and pulsing. Akaya bit down hard on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears fell.

Niou grasped Akaya’s hips tightly and leaned forward to lick the fresh blood from Akaya’s mouth. He clenched his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing as he attempted to close his eyes as tightly as possible. Niou grinned, brushing his lips over Akaya’s wet eyelashes. He quickly sucked on his middle finger before pushing his hand down the back of Akaya’s loosened pants, spreading him and pushing his long finger inside of him. Akaya’s eyes flew open in shock, hips jerking as he tried to get away from Niou’s hand. The mask continued to flex its tongue while it ran the tip back and forth across the head, before pushing into the slit. Niou continued to work his finger inside of Akaya, drawing out small moans and whimpers. The tongue rolled and pulsed around him, and before Akaya could stop himself his entire body went rigid as he came. The mask chuckled and tightened its tongue, coaxing as much out of Akaya’s exhausted body as it could.

Exhausted, ashamed, and embarrassed tears streamed down his cheeks, his breath hiccoughing in his throat. He couldn’t believe he actually got off from …that! Akaya tossed his head from side to side, growling and sobbing.

Niou laughed harder, “you are so simple! Doesn’t take much to make you blow your load! Aren’t you just the cutest little virgin!”

The mask carefully licked up any missed semen from Akaya’s boxers and member before trailing its tongue back up to his chest to lick up the remaining blood. Akaya trembled at the sensation, but was too lost to be disgusted.

“Ak~a~chan, don’t cry,” the demon tenderly caressed Akaya’s cheek, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

Akaya laughed bitterly, that was the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t figure out why this was happening to him, was karma coming back to bite him? If so, it had a really warped sense of justice. He closed his eyes again, lids relaxed as if he was merely asleep. He couldn’t look at the demon, at Niou-senpai, but didn’t have enough energy to keep his facial muscles clenched. Akaya feared for his mind, he was afraid that if he looked at Niou-senpai right now, his mind would snap. But, on second thought, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea?

“Aka-chan? What are you thinking about?” Niou purred, softly caressing his back side, “I know! I think there’s someone you’d like to see more than dear old Niou-senpai, don’t you think?”

Akaya shook his from side to side roughly, hair fanning over his eyes.

“You sure?” the voice suddenly dropped several octaves, becoming an all too familiar drawl, “I seem to remember you fantasizing about me a fair bit.”

“No, no, no, no!” Akaya continued to shake his head, repeating the same single word, “ no, no, no, no, this isn’t happening!”

Sanada forced Akaya’s face to his, “oh, I think it is. Open you eyes.”

“No!” Akaya’s brows furrowed as he squeezed his eyelids together. He couldn’t look at him, if his demon had taken on Sanada-fukubuchou’s form, Akaya knew he wouldn’t be able to fight him off. His mind knew this was the demon, but his body wouldn’t listen. Sanada, the male he’d been watching for years, fantasizing about. Now here doing everything his mind had already played out. Even if it wasn’t real, there was enough of him that wished it was, so he wouldn’t be able to say no. Even if every fibre of his being screamed no, he’d still let Sanada; the demon, have his way.

Sanada’s large hand bunched up the bottom of Akaya’s shirt, and with one quick tug, ripped it from his chest. Akaya’s eyes snapped open in shock, the chains tightened around his chest and stomach again, ripping more skin. The shirt leaving material burns across his back and sides. Sanada ran his hand down Akaya’s stomach and over his hips, fingers following the jutting bones. Akaya’s breath came out in short gasps, his face still flushed. He was trying to fight his body, but it was turning out to be a losing battle. The rough hands of the demon felt so much like Sanada’s actual hands, and the voice in his ear sounded exactly like his Fuku-buchou’s. Sanada ran his hands across Akaya’s lower back and then down the back of his boxers to grasp his behind roughly. Akaya grunted and winced, the demon had mimicked Sanada’s strength perfectly as well.

Sanada stepped back for a moment to look at the chains, “this makes things more difficult,” with a snap of his fingers the chains receded into the darkness around their feet, “much better~” he grinned, resembling Niou more than the Fukubuchou.

With one quick swipe he had dropped Akaya’s pants to his knees, the smaller jumped from the sudden exposure. Modesty made him want to cover himself; even thought he wasn’t known for being shy, he still wasn’t one to go exposing himself to everyone.

“So cute!” Sanada chuckled.

“You know, if you’re going to try and imitate Sanada-fukubuchou, you should probably stop talking like Niou-senpai,” Akaya commented, frowning slightly.

The demons whole demeanor changed, his eyes darkened to Sanada’s familiar brown. He stepped forward and grabbed Akaya just under the hind end, lifting him up. The chains pulled him up higher, making it easier for Sanada to balance him on his own hips.

“W-what!?” Akaya stammered, wiggling around trying to make Sanada drop him.

The other merely tightened his grip, bruising Akaya’s thighs. “Be more Sanada-like, hm?” His rough fingers digging into Akaya’s behind, breaking skin. He hooked his fingers into the crevice and spread him. Akaya lurched, legs flailing out behind Sanada. He swung his legs back in and drove his heels into Sanada’s lower back, but the other refused to drop him.

“Don’t even fucking think about it!” Akaya yelled out in panic, his voice higher than usual.

Sanada chuckled, this time it was much more like the Fukubuchou, enough to make Akaya’s heart flutter. “What’s wrong Akaya? I thought this was what you wanted?”

Akaya couldn’t argue, it was true, it was all true. He had fantasized about Niou and Sanada, and he was finally getting what he wanted. He couldn’t figure out why he was fighting it so much, but the logical part of his brain screamed at him that he wasn’t really getting his way, he was being tricked by the demon. Tricked into giving himself over to his evil side, the side he had thought he had already dealt with.

Sanada gripped his jaw, “that’s what I thought.”

Akaya turned his head away in shame, he couldn’t face Sanada. Even though he knew it wasn’t the real one, he couldn’t face those eyes. The eyes that were always looking down on him, judging, always unimpressed. Sanada always seemed to be glaring at him, and no matter what Akaya did to prove himself, the look never changed.

Sanada gave Akaya’s backside a tight squeeze to get the others attention back, “you might want to pay attention to me,” his voice came out as a gentle purr.

“Why, I’m quite happy in my own head!” Akaya countered, hoping to distract the demon enough that he wouldn’t continue. Half of his mind was running laps around itself in excitement; the other was cowering in fear. He was starting to get a headache from his internal struggle.

“Oh, I think it’s in both of our best interest if you pay attention.”

“Why, am I getting another lecture?” Akaya sneered, baring his teeth at the demon. If nothing else phased the demon, he was going to play on his attitude, hoping it frustrated the demon as much as it frustrated the real Sanada.

“Something like that,” Sanada lifted Akaya up a bit higher; his own pants loosening on their own accord.

Akaya’s eyes widened in terror, “no no!” This wasn’t happening! “Please no!”

Sanada grinned evilly as he thrust his hips up while he pulled Akaya down, driving himself into the small body. Pain burned white hot throughout Akaya’s entire body, his scream of terror and pain mingling with Sanada’s laughter. The force of being pulled down had also dislocated his right shoulder, his entire arm going numb.

“What a nice sound~” Sanada purred, “and so warm inside.” He pressed his face to Akaya’s neck, rolling his hips.

Akaya’s head lolled back, choked sobs being ripped from his throat with every tiny movement the demon made.

“Please stop, it hurts,” He tried to steady his voice, to stop the whimpering noises, but the pain was too great. He could feel fresh rivers of blood down the backs of his legs, Sanada’s size had torn him wide open.

“Look at me Akaya,” Sanada nudged at Akaya’s jaw, nipping him along the jaw and ears.

Biting his lips couldn’t stop the moans as Sanada assaulted the sensitive places along his neck and jaw, chest heaving as he panted. The demons smell assaulted him, his brain instantly identified that there was something wrong, something the demon didn’t get right. The smell was evil and dark, not Sanada’s normal warm masculine scent. Akaya had made sure to lock the scent away in his memory, from the day Sanada carried him off the courts. He had taken a nasty fall during a practice match with Yagyuu-senpai, and had skinned both his legs and bumped his head. Sanada had been the first to his side, gathering him up in his arms to take him to the nurse’s office. The hard muscles cradling him were surprisingly gently, the rough hands burning where they connected with his bare skin. Never again did the two get that close, so Akaya made sure to imprint Sanada’s scent into his memory.

That was what finally snapped his brain out of its daze.

“Go fuck yourself, imposter!”

Sanada’s dark eyebrows arched in surprise, “hoo?” He pulled his hips back and thrust back in just as quickly, the motion taking Akaya by surprise – another scream ripping from his throat.

Instead of pausing, like he had previously done, Sanada continued his motion, slamming into Akaya’s abused body. The screaming eventually dwindled down to sobs, cheeks streaked with tears.

Would the real Sanada have been this rough? Would he ever get the chance to find out? Sanada only seemed to have a soft spot for the Captain, never really paid any attention to him …unless he lost. Was he not good enough?
What if he did get a chance to sleep with the real Sanada-fukubuchou? Would he be too scared, just incase it was like this?

His torn entrance eventually began to numb, leaving only the sensation of Sanada sliding inside of him.

Akaya’s breath caught in his throat, to hell with it all! There was no way he was going to get another chance like this, even if this wasn’t the real Sanada Genichirou, it was close enough! He let his head fall back as he moaned freely, tightening his legs around Sanada’s hips. The taller let out an entertained, ‘o~ho?”.

Sanada hooked his long arm around the back of Akaya’s hips, holding him firmly in place, his other hand slipped down between the two of them, grasping Akaya’s erection. He let out a startled yell, eyes flying open. Sanada smiled wickedly up at him, “nice to see you.”

Akaya felt all resolve slip away, he couldn’t look away. So what if this was just some messed up fantasy the demons in his head were making up, he wanted it. And come hell or high water, he was going to have it!

He tilted his head forward until it was close to Sanada’s ear, “it’s only polite to kiss me if you’re going to fuck me.”

Sanada chuckled, “well, if you insist.” He stretched his neck up and captured Akaya’s mouth, forcing the others lips apart. The kiss was anything but chaste, Sanada’s tongue pushed fully into Akaya’s smaller mouth, forcing his own tongue down and back. Akaya didn’t care, it all felt too good. He bit Sanada’s bottom lip once the other had drawn back from the kiss, growling. The demon laughed, leaning forward to kiss him again.

Sanada’s hand jerked at Akaya’s cock, making him grunt into the others mouth. He panted against his mouth, kisses becoming hotter and more demanding. A flush started spreading across Sanada’s cheeks.

Akaya moaned wildly, letting his head fall back again. The chains above him rattled with every one of Sanada’s thrusts, both arms and hands completely numb. But he didn’t care, he could die right now and not care! The feeling of Sanada’s large cock inside of him, his warm hands grasping his hips and backside, there wasn’t a single sensation he was willing to give up.

Akaya’s body started to jerk and shudder as he got closer, begging for Sanada to hurry and finish.

“Well, now that you’re finally enjoying this,” Akaya’s own voice floated to him, rimmed with darkness.

His eyes flew open, only to see the air shimmer before finding his demonic doppelganger staring back at him, face flushed and eyes wild. He continued to thrust wildly into Akaya, grunting from the exertion.

There was no fight left in him to fight off the demon, his body was too far gone. Loosening his legs from around his hips, he allowed him to pummel into his body. Akaya’s head fell forward, tears coming from his eyes in a steady stream. It was all too much, and with a scream Akaya came, semen smearing between his belly and that of his demons. The demon cursed as Akaya’s internal muscles clamped down on him, forcing out his own orgasm.

Akaya screamed as the burning pain laced through his insides like liquid fire. This must be it, I’m actually dying!

Akaya suddenly bolted up, nearly throwing himself off of his bed. His scream still ringing in his throat, and out of reflex his hands shot out around him, grasping handfuls of his bed to make sure of where he was. Wild, sleep blurred eyes darted around his room - no demon. He was alone.

A knock at his door made him nearly jump out of his skin, “Akaya? Are you awake?”

“Y-ya, mom, I’m awake.”

The door slowly creaked open, the hallway light throwing his mother’s shadow across the bottom of his bed, “is everything alright? I heard you scream.” Her large green eyes were wide in worry, curly black hair left loose around her shoulders.

“J-just a nightmare …kind of stupid for me to be screaming, I guessed I must have screamed in my dream.” He felt foolish for waking up his mother, but the wisps of memory made him shudder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She tilted her head, stepping into the doorway.

Akaya forced a smile, “No, I don’t really remember much,” a lie. He doubted he’d ever be able to forget that dream.

His mothers eyes narrowed, disbelief, “alright Akaya, but if you happen to remember it and want to talk to me, you know where to find me, ok?”

Akaya nodded, his mother turning as she closed the door. A shudder rippled down his back as the familiar laughter rang in his ears. Burning red eyes hung at the edges of his vision. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands Akaya threw himself back down against his pillows, realizing that he was now too terrified to sleep.