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[ — not yet. however, akira didn't need to wait for long. it took yuuji another minute or so before he walked into their apartment, his voice bursting with energy as he greeted whoever might be around at the moment- ]

Honey, I'm home!

[ that goes for both of his roommates, really. he's quick to spot akira from across the common space, smiling and holding up the heavy packs of junk food (burgers, fries, cold soda, and some cookies too). except, now his friend will notice something is a bit different tonight— the sorcerer's face had a few fresh blemishes and the fabric of his jacket is drenched in blood; mainly around his collar and forearms, knuckles bruised. not all the blood belonged to him, but there are traces of his own. yuuji still seemed in good spirits as he dropped the bag on the table. ]

Hope you're hungry for some juicy burgers! This place might be better than Macdonald's.

_{[ It doesn't surprise Akira that Yuuji would come home like this, considering the kind of work that he does, and if he had his heightened senses, he definitely would smell the blood before he smelled the burger scent wafting through the air. Akira does gawk a little, though, because for some reason Yuuji looks better when he's all battered up like this. It makes Akira stare for a moment, but then he is peering at the bags Yuuji has in his hands. ]}

I cleaned the plate that Megumi-kun made for me, so I deserve this.

_{[ Instantly, Akira goes for the bag once it is placed on the table and picks a burger— any burger. He casts Yuuji a side glance. ]}

Busy night?

Yeah. We had a gang war situation in Shuten. Nothing new, really.

[ he heads over to the open kitchen and started rinsing his hands clean under the water, the sink quick to turn in all shades of red in a matter of seconds. the sorcerer takes his time to wash away all the dirt from his fingers, even giving attention to under his nails— he then wiped his hands dry before joining akira at their dining table. no, he made no efforts to change or hit the shower, instead he reached for his share, unwrapping the burger. there's a tired sigh as the adrenaline begins to leave his system, sobering his senses to register the ache all over his body.

he leans in for a bite, chewing slowly as he sulked back against his chair; finally regarding the other. that's when he smiled at akira, subtly appreciating that he was not eating alone. there's something comforting in that. ]

How was your day?

_{[ His eyes focus on all that blood getting rinsed away. Wasted. For some reason he can’t look away from that until Yuuji is seated at the table with him. Now he can really smell any lingering scent of blood on him since he’s sitting closer to him.

But he resumes eating, a rather fast eater who has already consumed half of the burger. ]}

It’s funny you mention Shuten. That’s the faction that accepted my contract.

_{[ A beat. ]}

Yuuji-kun, will we have to fight eachother?

Only if you're causing trouble.

[ man, he didn't even hesitate with his answer. they can be roommates and cozy with each other in their free time, but work is work— and yuuji had a reason to stay on the enma's good side. they can get away with a few violations, such as their living situation, but actively dismissing his duties is not an option.

he offers his friend a tired smirk, pointing a finger at him. ]

I bet it will be fun, though. Especially if the devil comes out to play.

I'd love to fight you sometime.

_{[ He's getting pretty excited just thinking about it, actually. Of course, his mind wanders naturally to some less-than-wholesome places, such as ripping the limbs off of Yuuji and showering in his blood. All intrusive thoughts. He could never hurt someone that he cares about like that. Yuuji might see his gaze go off in the distance as he ponders on this, but he resumes eating, pushing the rest of the burger in his mouth and swallowing it with a pleased noise. ]}

I won't hesitate to use my demon form on you, Yuuji. I don't take well to losing no matter what it is. I'm interested in your fighting style anyway. What do you do to make yourself look like a bloody mess like that?

Don't you know it's distracting for someone like me?

_{[ Now he's revealing his secrets. ]}

[ fun fact: he won't be surprised if akira had those thoughts. it all comes back to their first conversation about sharing a body with a powerful devil; it makes no sense that akira's kindness is enough to tame such malicious intents. there has to be some lingering grim thoughts to haunt him from time to time, and yuuji had seen a glimpse of it already. sexual needs are one of them, and with that comes violence too.

however, as they share a meal with each other— yuuji seemed genuinely fond of akira, merely raising an eyebrow at that last confession. he takes a moment to wipe his mouth clean with the back of his wrist; somewhat smearing the dried blood over his lips. ]

... Should I clean up?

[ no, he's not the type of asshole who would test and tease the other. if it makes akira uncomfortable, he will get rid of the issue right away. no further questions were asked. he's almost done with his share as well; quick to reach for the bag of fries to go. (yeah, this dude will inhale the whole thing on the way to the bathroom). ]

Is it my blood or the other creatures?

[ lowkey asking if akira is into human flesh here ... ]

Edited 2022-09-16 14:36 (UTC)

I can handle it.

_{[ Can he, though? He doesn't like to admit weakness or vulnerability... and maybe apart of him was enjoying the aroma of the blood; the different kinds and how they mixed together on Yuuji's skin. Akira polishes off his meal once Yuuji picks up the bag of fries. His arms cross over his chest. It's a little odd to talk about this, but he feels like his house mate should know. ]}

Both.
When I'm a Devilman, a lot of times I will eat parts of my enemy. I guess it's kind of gross talking about it, but when I'm focused on fighting.. I just kind of let the instincts the demon has given me take over. It doesn't matter. It's a target that needs to die.

_{[ ... ]}

I've never eaten a human. I don't know how they taste, but the flesh and blood of a demon tastes good to me.

[ well, if he can handle it —

yuuji relaxed back on his seat, choosing to trust his roommate when he said he can deal with it. he returns to his meal, savoring the salty delight as akira explained to him his unusual cravings. the sorcerer glanced upward, catching akira's gaze as he shoved more fries inside his mouth— chewing slowly as he contemplates.

so, feasting on demons alone should be enough. ]

Are you worried we might taste better?

[ ... yuuji. ]

_{[ Akira blinks a few times at the prospect. He hadn't thought about.. being afraid of that particularly? It's more like he has vowed to protect humanity, so why would he ever eat someone? ]}

.. I've never thought of that because I have no intention of tasting a human, Yuuji-kun.

_{[ what a weird thing to ask (of course, now he's thinking about it..) ]}

I'm sure for my newfound palate.. humans probably taste delicious, considering demons back home would feast on them.

What are you going to do during sex, then?

[ yuuji just kept going. in his defense, it's really late at night, he's tired, and they are having some delicious comfort food— this is begging for odd questions and heart-to-heart; it is the perfect setting where you speak your mind without filter.

it doesn't help the fact the sorcerer is so casual about it, seemingly unaware of how personal his questions are. he offers akira a cookie, beckoning him to eat more. come on. ]

You're literally brushing your tongue all over your partner's skin. Do you think that would trigger something?

_{[ He doesn't mind talking about sex— just two guys having a two guy conversation. Sex is a popular topic. However, he didn't really have any guy friends back home he could talk about this with. There was Ryo, but Ryo had been so absent from his childhood. It was only recently they had been reunited. Of course, he's had some inappropriate conversations with Miki, but she was usually quick to scold him and change the conversation.

But.. he doesn't have any sexual experience. Neither does he really have any kissing experience. This is why he gets embarrassed, because he doesn't want to appear like he doesn't in front of Yuuji. His cheeks turn slightly pink though and at first, he stammers a word: ]}

N.. No, I don't think it would. I mean, it hasn't! _{[ cause he hasn't had sex but he's making it sound like he has ]} Even if it did, I wouldn't allow myself to lose control like when I am fighting. When I am fighting.. it feels good to let it just happen.. like I am soaring through the air.

_{[ Fine. He'll take the cookie and nibble on it, slowly looking away from Yuuji. ]}

Edited (oop cookie) 2022-09-16 15:57 (UTC)

[ it's nothing to be embarrassed about, especially when the reason yuuji asked is to understand his friend and not judge him. however, akira still seemed very confident in himself, which is reassuring— even when the sorcerer is certain that boy will have to deal with some difficulties in the future. if amon is used to eating humans, the urge to lean in for a bite will be a constant temptation in the back of akira's mind surely. ]

Plenty of demons around here that are worth feasting on. Some of them will try to eat you first, so-

[ he takes a big bite of the cookie, holding it up as he admires its beauty— lashes drooping low over his eyes. that's one hell of a cookie. ]

Anyway, you don't have to be too careful around here. Everyone is strong and can handle themselves.

Edited 2022-09-16 16:17 (UTC)

Oh, I'll definitely be eating some monsters that deserve to be eaten. I already have.

_{[ Oh.. ]}

I'll have no issue with that, especially if they come after me or someone innocent. A human. Another Lost Soul.

_{[ ... ]}

Yuuji, it almost sounds like you're interested in seeing me do something that I might regret. Are you worried I might hurt you or Megumi? That I might lose control of myself somehow and do something to either of you?

_{[ He slides out of his chair and comes to the other side of the table where Yuuji is sitting, settling both of his hands on Yuuji's shoulders. ]}

I've already told you that I could never. I would never let that happen. The struggles that I have.. they are my burden to bare. You both are special to me. I already feel like you're family. I lived with people who weren't my blood relatives back home, and I protected them with my life, so I will do the same here. You and Megumi are strong.. I know that. But let me be by both of your sides to assist you if you ever need it.

We can all look out for each other.

Edited (typo) 2022-09-16 16:27 (UTC)

[ yuuji looks a bit surprised, staring up at the other boy with a dumbfounded stare— not sure what provoked that reaction. he was kind enough to let the other finish, staying quiet for extra few seconds as if he was unsure what to say.

and then with a gentle 'ah!' — it hits him. that's when he relaxed his shoulders with a lighthearted chuckle, not taunting the sweet gesture but now reassuring him in return. one of his hands reaches for akira's, settling gently on top. ]

Akira ... I trust you. We both do. I don't want you to ever feel the need to prove yourself to us. We wouldn't allow you to stay if we felt you were a threat to our safety.

[ let those words sink in; there is no need for either of them to speak about this again. akira is part of their family now and nothing will change that. ]

I'm just interested in you.

_{[ There is that agonizing moment of silence as Yuuji allows everything to sink in and Akira feels a sense of relief once Yuuji explains himself. It makes his lips curve upward in another smile, allowing his hand to be held this time. ]}

Alright. I just had to make sure. Devilmen are feared of back home, so I wanted to ensure you that no situation like that would ever happen with you and Megumi.. or really anyone. Not when I sacrificed my body to protect others. If there's anything else you want to know about.. you can ask..

_{[ Because interested in just means interested in being his bro, right? He removes his hand, remembering something. ]}

Oh! I forgot..

_{[ His hands grab the hem of his shirt and he suddenly pulls it off, discarding the shirt on the floor. Messy. ]}

We were going to compare, yeah?

[ oh god, what a sweetheart. this is exactly why akira seemed to fit so well with them, and he's glad they resolved any hints of doubt. it's a cute moment after a long night, one that left yuuji content— only to be taken back again with akira stripping in front of him? the cookie is forgotten now, instead he ends up staring at the half-naked boy in front of him. oh ....

right. the competition! yuuji let out a little huff, laughing as he pushed himself up to his feet. ]

I'm telling you ... you will win this one!

[ he starts to unzip his jacket; the thick fabric is still soaked and heavy, shaking it off his shoulders before disregarding it to the floor. the shirt underneath is just another crime scene, next to be removed before the dark bruises of his rough play reared its ugly head. fit, a bit buff for a teen his age— however, his chest failed to compare with akira's. playfully, he tries to arch his back, making them stand out. still failing to win. ]

HOWEVER ........ I bet I have a better ass. Well, better than Megumi at least!

[ 5.5 was a sad score. ]

_{[ They're equally messy it looks like. Akira watches as the clothing falls to the floor, but he busies himself soon after by arching his back and giving himself a good stretch. He gives his arms a good flex too, showing himself off. He knows he has an impressive body and he isn't afraid to flaunt it. After all, he had been self conscious most of his life for being small and weak; having a rocking body finally gave him something to gloat about.

Still..

His eyes go back to Yuuji once he is stripped down. Another waft of exposed blood hits his nose and it does make Akira's eyes darken slightly. It smelled so good, but it wasn't something that Akira was unfamiliar with— he's had to fight the temptation plenty of times. He shifts next to Yuuji and looks down at their bodies, giving his own pecs a nice flex too, followed by his arms until he's posed for a moment. A hand steadies on Yuuji's shoulder. It was pretty obvious who was the winner here after Akira has studied them both for a moment. ]}

This one goes to me, I'm afraid. Take it as a challenge to work out more!

_{[ Oh.. that's right. ]}

You wanted me to rate it, didn't you?

_{[ How silly. ]}

Turn around for me.

[ fuck, is akira doing this on purpose? all that flexing and stretching— if he is, it's working like magic. with that hand on his shoulder, akira would literally feel the muscles tensing under his touch, cheeks burning up. yuuji didn't think much of it, nothing more than a casual reaction to someone who is, clearly, very attractive. the confidence in the other boy didn't come off as cocky either; only more appealing and complementary to his sexual charm. ]

... I don't work out.

[ no, he's not trying to impress here, it's the truth. until this very day, yuuji is still unaware that nothing about him is normal, even before all the mess with sukuna. that's a mystery for another day. for now, his lips curved into a cunning smirk. whether akira had no interest in boys or not, the sorcerer had always been honest— led by the ideology that it's nice to feel wanted. ]

Okay, you're kinda riling me up now.

[ alas, he does turn around; hands settling on his hips as he struck a playful pose. yuuji is confident about this. this is his area of expertise— the peaches! he knew between his roommates, he got this going for him. megumi is the pretty one, akira with the big tits, but he has the nice ass! ]

Well?!

_{[ Red on Yuuji's face, complimenting the blood he proudly wore.. it looked nice on him. Akira isn't always perceptive, but this time, the color tinting Yuuji's cheeks doesn't go unnoticed and neither does the dialogue he says soon after. Riling him up? That verbiage alone makes Akira wonder about how Yuuji perceived him and, in exchange, he's wondering about what kind of situation they are in right now. Was this flirting? Are they both flirting with each other? Why did Yuuji want Akira to specifically "rate his ass" or whatever? Was that a come on? Akira is quiet for a moment as he allows all of these thoughts to pass through his head, quickly pushing them away so he can entertain his house mate.

Right. His ass.

It's not the first thing that Akira's eyes go to, though. He takes this moment to look at the muscles rippling along Yuuji's back— something he hadn't noticed before even if he had seen Yuuji around the apartment shirtless before— the way his body expands and deflates when he breathes... the blood and bruises speckled all over him like decorations. Something about all of this makes Akira's body warm pleasantly. ]}

8.5.

_{[ It's a nice ass, and Akira is just now realizing that he's just purely checking Yuuji out and appreciating him. The other boy will suddenly feel a pop right on his back end. ]}

8. It doesn't move much when I hit it.

_{[ If this was a come on, why isn't Akira calling Yuuji out on it and getting out of this situation? Why is he curious enough to entertain it? ]}

[ was it flirting? it's hard to tell, and yuuji didn't think much of it other than the fact— he is having fun. akira is enticing in many ways, and if he gets to enjoy the show without crossing any boundaries, then why not? he remains oblivious of any doubts the other might have, choosing to look upon their situation in an entertaining way to spend the night.

it's fine. totally fine— except, was it? there is something about this boy that kept him on the edge, and maybe it's not as innocent as yuuji is forcing himself to believe. sorcerers are always sensitive to the energy around them, and akira is certainly unique. with his kindness, there is also enmity; an odd mix that made yuuji perceive him in a certain way.

the spank was unexpected, and his eyes fluttered wide open; back straight. he glanced at the other, unsure of how he felt about it. this is new! he should be angry, right? however, he isn't. it's a good thing he's the type to get distracted easy, because- ]

Just 8?!! What do you mean it doesn't move? It's not supposed to???

[ isn't that exclusive to girls? he has never seen a guy with that kinda ass. he turns around, sighing and accepting the score; not really bothered to protest. he tilts his head, looking a bit disappointed as he muttered: ]

... You're not easy to please.

Edited 2022-09-18 16:01 (UTC)

_{[ Maybe it was just a girl thing and that’s why Akira has a particular ass preference in mind. Still, Yuuji does have a cute back end with plenty of curve and muscle.. he thinks 8 is a good score so he’s not sure why Yuuji is complaining. Either way, his reaction earns the other boy some laughter on Akira’s end. He’s easily manipulated by someone’s feelings, though, so he feels like he needs to say something to cheer him up.

Yuuji will feel him squeeze one of the other boy’s biceps, his other hand taking Yuuji by the wrist to pull his arm out for further analysis. ]}

These are nice though.. 8.5..

_{[ His warm touch is gone as soon as it showed up, and Yuuji will feel him splay his hand over the younger teen’s abdomen in exchange. ]}

Looks good here, too. I’d say a 9.

_{[ Akira wasn’t completely clear with what he was doing or what he could potentially be insinuating. He just felt like he wanted to touch Yuuji in this moment so he did. It was attraction, though, and it wasn’t anything that Akira ever had explored before.

He wanted to continue.

He shifts, closing the distance between them a little. ]}

Hey. There’s something about you that is a 10, though..

Why are y-

[ oh, something is happening. yuuji blinks slowly, watching as akira got himself comfortable with this little rating game— his touch is bold and maybe a bit intimidating to the point it kept the sorcerer in place. regardless, yuuji found himself more interested in paying close attention to akira's features instead of following the brush of his fingers against his skin; it didn't mean he was oblivious to the way it made him feel. he's very much aware of how starved he is to this type of attention, almost leaning in when the other moved closer. almost.

but he didn't. and yet— there's a smile on his bruised lips; the warmth on his cheeks spread to the tip of each ear; the intoxicated bliss behind his dreamy gaze isn't subtle either. it really didn't match with the following confession: ]

I'm not taking my pants off.

[ because that's the only part akira hasn't seen so far, right? unless the guy will ruin the moment by saying 'your kind personality is a 10'. that mushy nonsense didn't fit in this mischievous vibe at all, even when yuuji would've appreciated it at another time. he did, however, reach to grab the other's wrist. he didn't push akira's hand away yet, so the hold lingers as he asked. ]

Are you curious about something?

_{[ He doesn't expect Yuuji to respond like that, but he also isn't surprised when he does. It distracts him from his thought process, which had quickly gone to questionable territory. He starts laughing lightly and then hastily denies anything having to do with that. ]}

I didn't say anything about your dick. Just for that, I'm not going to tell you. Not today.

_{[ The mischievous air about him continues, but now he's very much leaning in and shamelessly taking in Yuuji's scent with a deep inhale right against the slope of his neck. All of that blood.. it smells so good to him. He desires it all over him, warming his skin and seeping deliciously into his mouth. His dark eyes flit to meet Yuuji's, a little uneasy with his confession because exploring something like this was new: ]}

I'm curious about you, Yuuji. Wanna mess around with me a little and see how it goes?

_{[ It's his turn to feel his face heating up— just enough to be noticed against his tanned skin if Yuuji is paying any attention to that. His proposition is unclear: just what did "mess around" mean anyway? He didn't seem like he wanted to talk about what it meant exactly. ]}

[ if it's not his dick, it's something far more modest. perhaps akira is smart about retaining it to another day, in which the sorcerer made no effort to protest. he didn't pull away either— especially when the other boy made his intentions more transparent, now leaning in to admire the scent of the mixed blood. did that make yuuji feel nervous? maybe a bit— yet his reaction is nothing more than a tilt of his head; eyes eager to meet akira's expression again. when that happens, he can see the subtle change.

— mess around? boy, this is turning into a wild ride. ]

... sure.

[ it's forward and simple; yuuji can work with that. he likes it better when he's not conflicted or when the other is speaking in riddles. akira wants to fool around, and considering the progress of the night— it's clear what he's referring to. that's when he let go of his wrist, giving the other boy the freedom to do whatever he wants, while allowing himself to do the same. in which yuuji brought their bodies even closer; his hands then began to smooth up akira' chest, his shoulders, all the way up until he buried both hands in his dark hair, nails grazing his scalp softly.

equally curious, yet not timid at all. as if they've done this many times already. he slows down, searching those eyes and reassuring his friend one last time- ]

We can stop anytime you want. It won't hurt my feelings if you changed your mind and it stopped feeling good, okay?

[ for someone who said he's not into boys, yuuji knew this is nothing more than a need to experience something different. and he's fine with it. ]

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