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Chapter 2
Title: Demon's Virtue
Author: Shamise
Chapter 2
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"Speech"
'Thoughts'
/Mind Speach/
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Yami Heasulf prowled the back roads of Tokyo, searching for a meal. He hadn’t feed since last week and the stirrings of hunger in his gut urged him to eat before he got too hungry. There were plenty of ‘fast food’ places in this city. He just had to find one.
The night sky was void of stars, the bright city lights preventing anything other than the moon to dot the late night sky. This was one of the reasons why he preferred his hometown of Domino to these big cities. It was in his nature to like a clear night sky filled with stars, but it was also in his nature to be drawn towards the life of the party.
Well, that’s what happens when you cross a Kitsune with an Incubus.
Yami was the only son of such a pairing. His father being the Incubus and his mother the Kitsune. He had not idea how on earth the two got together and his parent’s differences in personality were enough to think that they would be repulsed by each other, but they had fallen in love in a way only they could, gotten mated to each other, and had a child.
It was his Kitsune genetics that longed for the clear skies and lush earth just as it was his Incubus blood that called for modern excitement. The latter was also his reason for his searching of the nearest whorehouse.
He wasn’t as sexually crazed as a full-blooded Incubus but he still needed to ‘feed’ every other week to stay healthy. Seduction was always a fun game, though sometimes he preferred the ‘fast food’ that big cities offered. Unfortunately, Domino didn’t have any such places.
His black boots echoed through he alley he was currently in, his dark colored clothes blending in with the shadows. He wore the usual black t-shirt and form fitting, dark jeans (he would have preferred his leather but the material got dirty easy.). Several silver bangles adorned his wrists, with a black leather wristband on his left wrist and an armband on his right bicep. A leather choker complete with silver buckle and studs encircled his throat.
An unnaturally tanned hand ran through his tri-colored hair as he walked past another busy street corner. He had been told about this one whorehouse that was really popular, and he had decided to check it out. This ‘Devils’ Lair’ was frustratingly hard to find and it would have killed his pride to ask someone where it was. He was, however, saved from the possible blow to his ego.
He had to admit, as he walked into the dimly lit building, the human’s were pretty talented at hiding things. A regular dance club was what met his eyes and if he hadn’t caught the primal scent of sex under all the sweaty, dancing bodies he would have thought he had the wrong place.
He lingered around a dark corner, watching the humans intently. He had repeatedly seen people talking to this one particular human before disappearing through a back door. Apparently, this was the person who handled the traffic of customers. With a smirk on his face, he glided over to the specified human, ready for his weekly feed to begin.
Yami had to suppress a laugh as the human looked at him confused. It looked like it was mostly locals and regulars who visited this specific whorehouse, so the human was surprised by Yami’s blunt inquiry.
“W-Well, I’m afraid we currently don’t have any openings with our normal employees.” Yami had to admire how quickly the human recovered; he had been told that he held a very intimidating expression.
“Are you sure?” Yami adopted a disappointed look. He hoped it looked more natural; he didn’t want to have security shoved down his throat.
“We do have someone. This is just his first night working and his employer is calling for a rather high price.”
Yami’s eyes light up at the news. This time he wouldn’t have to settle for an overstretched woman! What was the price though?
He voiced this question and was not too surprised at the answer. The price was quite a bit for this part of Tokyo, but it was nothing he hadn’t paid before.
“I can afford it.” Yami said, flashing a couple twenties. “When will he be ready?”
The human hid his surprise behind an indifferent mask, saying that the employee was waiting in a back room. He led the triumphant hybrid through the blank hallway that lay behind the door, accepting the pre-mentioned amount of money.
Yami felt the incubus in him rise at the smell of primal pleasure that saturated the air. His keen hearing picked up the muffled sounds that a normal human would be oblivious to and he stubbornly ignored. He didn’t want to get too carried away.
They stopped at the last door on the left side of the hallway; the human left him there with a decisive comment that he only paid enough for an hour. He snorted; an hour was all he needed for a little snack.
He opened the door, entering quietly and closing the door with a subtle ‘click’ behind him. He paid no attention to the appearances of the room, his eyes fastened to the bed and the creature that lay strapped down to it.
His eyes widened at the sheer beauty this human, for that’s what he smelled like, possessed. Pale skin was exposed and tense, slender wrists and ankles bound to their respective corners of the bed. Black boxers covered the boy’s body from the waist to the tops of the small knees, and his calves disappeared beneath the royal blue sheets. The human’s multi-color hair, so much like his own, lay messily against the pillow and golden bangs framed a cherubic face. A ruby red blindfold hid the teen’s eyes from view and he was prevented form speaking because of the painful looking gag in his mouth.
Yami quietly approached the bed, for some reason not wanting to disturb the human before him. The teen was sweating and his face was scrunched up in distress. ‘Why would he be in distress? He is supposed to be here right?’ Yami wondered, his hand absently moving to brush a stray forelock of hair from the teen’s face. Yami was disturbed by the response his action was rewarded with.
The moonlight colored skin tensed, toes and fingers curling in fear. Eyes opened wide under the blindfold and a strangled whimper fought against the gag. The slender body trembled and the human tried to sink into the mattress.
Yami was thrown for a loop. Why would a prostitute act like this? And why was he tied up? There was something fishy here and he didn’t like it one bit. He had heard of the few rare unwilling employees, but he had never come across one before.
There was one way to make sure, but that required that the human be relatively calm and his mental defenses lowered. Being half kitsune made it possible for him to manipulate the mind and soul to a certain extent, nothing major but it was enough to get some compliance. The smaller look-a-like had some pretty good defenses, yet a blind man could have seen the abuse done to those defenses.
Yami cautiously lowered himself to the bed, all thoughts of feeding replaced by concern. The human’s trembling vibrated through the mattress and panicked breathing was forced through his nose. Yami gently placed his hands on the tense muscles of the human’s stomach, calmly massaging them with the tips of his fingers. A gasp was his reward and the teen struggled against his bonds.
“Shh, it’s going to be alright, young one. I wont harm you.” Yami continued to whisper soothing words, both verbally and mentally, as he kept his hands on or near the stomach, not going any lower that his waist. He used some of the acupuncture skills he had learned from his father, forcing some of the larger muscles to relax without the human’s conscious consent.
The young human’s terror was a sharp scent to his nose. Yami knew that his touches were gentle and trusting, but the human dint seem to want to acknowledge it. He gently pressed his own mind against the other’s, trying to convey his intentions on a deeper level.
Little by little the human’s barriers lowered, not in the trusting way Yami had hoped for, but more in an exhausted way. The human was simply too tired to fight against something he had no experience in. thoughts whorled in a chaotic circle and a few of these thoughts made there way into speech. Yami’s brow furrowed as the mumbled words reached his ears. He carefully maneuvered his hand to the back of the human’s head, mentally sighing when the teen tensed again, ruining most of his work on the teen’s muscles.
Garbled words spilled forth when he removed the gag, and Yami reveled the heavenly voice.
“No-please-don’t-don’t hurt me-leave me alone-stop-please-somebody help me!”
Yami’s eyes saddened at the string of desperate words, the young human clearly didn’t want to be here. His eyes hardened with determination, what he was now planning to do was probably stupid and brash but he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he let his go on.
He pulled their foreheads flush together, his hands lying loosely against the teen’s milky sides. He pushed through the now relaxed defenses and began claming the human’s mind. The body’s trembling slowly died out along with the pounding heartbeat. Tan hands gently removed the blindfold, revealing the most gorgeous pair of purple eyes he had ever seen.
‘Beautiful.’ Yami thought. The purple irises were glazed and the pupils were large with the induced drowsiness. He could see that the human was trying to fight of off his influence, so he reached forward and directly seized the human’s mind.
/Calm, Young one. You wanted someone to save you, so here I am. You just need to sleep. Sleep…/ his command rooted deeply in the human’s psyche, and it allowed him total control. The teen’s amethyst eyes fluttered closed and the human sighed out a rush of air in contentment.
Yami also sighed in relief. He began to undo the teen’s bonds as he shuffled through a few of the human’s most recent memories, his lips pulling into a frown at what he found. He physically growled when he discovered how the teen had got here. His emotions, unfortunately, were misinterpreted by the human’s subconscious and he had to pause a moment to calm him.
/I’m not mad at you, Little One. Sleep./
The bonds were removed and Yami gathered the bewitched human into his lap, encircling his arms around the thin waist. Yami gently brushed a golden bang away from the teen’s face and he smiled genuinely when the human nuzzled into his hand.
A banging on the door alerted him to the fact that his hour was way overdue. The irritated voiced spoke through the door, demanding that he finish up immediately.
Yami smirked is distaste as he readied their escape. Those humans thought he would let such a creature slip through his grasp willingly? Not likely.
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The people on the other side got fed up with waiting and, using the spare key that works on all the rooms, forced open the door. Two security guards were right on the heels of the manager and all three halted in surprise at what they saw.
On the center of the bed sat a customer with their newest rental sleeping peacefully in his lap. The bonds were undone and clothes were still on their respective person and it appeared as if nothing sexual had occurred in the room. However, that wasn’t what made them stumble in disbelief.
The customer was smirking at them, fang-like teeth showing in his smile. Blood-red eyes stared at them in triumph as he held the rental in his arms. Sleek auburn ears, tufted in white, protruded from his spiky mane of hair and a matching, fluffy tail was curled around the partially exposed form of the rental.
The red-eyed demon tightened his grip on the sleeping human and with the blink of an eye; the two vanished in a puff of smoke.
Author: Shamise
Chapter 2
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"Speech"
'Thoughts'
/Mind Speach/
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Yami Heasulf prowled the back roads of Tokyo, searching for a meal. He hadn’t feed since last week and the stirrings of hunger in his gut urged him to eat before he got too hungry. There were plenty of ‘fast food’ places in this city. He just had to find one.
The night sky was void of stars, the bright city lights preventing anything other than the moon to dot the late night sky. This was one of the reasons why he preferred his hometown of Domino to these big cities. It was in his nature to like a clear night sky filled with stars, but it was also in his nature to be drawn towards the life of the party.
Well, that’s what happens when you cross a Kitsune with an Incubus.
Yami was the only son of such a pairing. His father being the Incubus and his mother the Kitsune. He had not idea how on earth the two got together and his parent’s differences in personality were enough to think that they would be repulsed by each other, but they had fallen in love in a way only they could, gotten mated to each other, and had a child.
It was his Kitsune genetics that longed for the clear skies and lush earth just as it was his Incubus blood that called for modern excitement. The latter was also his reason for his searching of the nearest whorehouse.
He wasn’t as sexually crazed as a full-blooded Incubus but he still needed to ‘feed’ every other week to stay healthy. Seduction was always a fun game, though sometimes he preferred the ‘fast food’ that big cities offered. Unfortunately, Domino didn’t have any such places.
His black boots echoed through he alley he was currently in, his dark colored clothes blending in with the shadows. He wore the usual black t-shirt and form fitting, dark jeans (he would have preferred his leather but the material got dirty easy.). Several silver bangles adorned his wrists, with a black leather wristband on his left wrist and an armband on his right bicep. A leather choker complete with silver buckle and studs encircled his throat.
An unnaturally tanned hand ran through his tri-colored hair as he walked past another busy street corner. He had been told about this one whorehouse that was really popular, and he had decided to check it out. This ‘Devils’ Lair’ was frustratingly hard to find and it would have killed his pride to ask someone where it was. He was, however, saved from the possible blow to his ego.
He had to admit, as he walked into the dimly lit building, the human’s were pretty talented at hiding things. A regular dance club was what met his eyes and if he hadn’t caught the primal scent of sex under all the sweaty, dancing bodies he would have thought he had the wrong place.
He lingered around a dark corner, watching the humans intently. He had repeatedly seen people talking to this one particular human before disappearing through a back door. Apparently, this was the person who handled the traffic of customers. With a smirk on his face, he glided over to the specified human, ready for his weekly feed to begin.
Yami had to suppress a laugh as the human looked at him confused. It looked like it was mostly locals and regulars who visited this specific whorehouse, so the human was surprised by Yami’s blunt inquiry.
“W-Well, I’m afraid we currently don’t have any openings with our normal employees.” Yami had to admire how quickly the human recovered; he had been told that he held a very intimidating expression.
“Are you sure?” Yami adopted a disappointed look. He hoped it looked more natural; he didn’t want to have security shoved down his throat.
“We do have someone. This is just his first night working and his employer is calling for a rather high price.”
Yami’s eyes light up at the news. This time he wouldn’t have to settle for an overstretched woman! What was the price though?
He voiced this question and was not too surprised at the answer. The price was quite a bit for this part of Tokyo, but it was nothing he hadn’t paid before.
“I can afford it.” Yami said, flashing a couple twenties. “When will he be ready?”
The human hid his surprise behind an indifferent mask, saying that the employee was waiting in a back room. He led the triumphant hybrid through the blank hallway that lay behind the door, accepting the pre-mentioned amount of money.
Yami felt the incubus in him rise at the smell of primal pleasure that saturated the air. His keen hearing picked up the muffled sounds that a normal human would be oblivious to and he stubbornly ignored. He didn’t want to get too carried away.
They stopped at the last door on the left side of the hallway; the human left him there with a decisive comment that he only paid enough for an hour. He snorted; an hour was all he needed for a little snack.
He opened the door, entering quietly and closing the door with a subtle ‘click’ behind him. He paid no attention to the appearances of the room, his eyes fastened to the bed and the creature that lay strapped down to it.
His eyes widened at the sheer beauty this human, for that’s what he smelled like, possessed. Pale skin was exposed and tense, slender wrists and ankles bound to their respective corners of the bed. Black boxers covered the boy’s body from the waist to the tops of the small knees, and his calves disappeared beneath the royal blue sheets. The human’s multi-color hair, so much like his own, lay messily against the pillow and golden bangs framed a cherubic face. A ruby red blindfold hid the teen’s eyes from view and he was prevented form speaking because of the painful looking gag in his mouth.
Yami quietly approached the bed, for some reason not wanting to disturb the human before him. The teen was sweating and his face was scrunched up in distress. ‘Why would he be in distress? He is supposed to be here right?’ Yami wondered, his hand absently moving to brush a stray forelock of hair from the teen’s face. Yami was disturbed by the response his action was rewarded with.
The moonlight colored skin tensed, toes and fingers curling in fear. Eyes opened wide under the blindfold and a strangled whimper fought against the gag. The slender body trembled and the human tried to sink into the mattress.
Yami was thrown for a loop. Why would a prostitute act like this? And why was he tied up? There was something fishy here and he didn’t like it one bit. He had heard of the few rare unwilling employees, but he had never come across one before.
There was one way to make sure, but that required that the human be relatively calm and his mental defenses lowered. Being half kitsune made it possible for him to manipulate the mind and soul to a certain extent, nothing major but it was enough to get some compliance. The smaller look-a-like had some pretty good defenses, yet a blind man could have seen the abuse done to those defenses.
Yami cautiously lowered himself to the bed, all thoughts of feeding replaced by concern. The human’s trembling vibrated through the mattress and panicked breathing was forced through his nose. Yami gently placed his hands on the tense muscles of the human’s stomach, calmly massaging them with the tips of his fingers. A gasp was his reward and the teen struggled against his bonds.
“Shh, it’s going to be alright, young one. I wont harm you.” Yami continued to whisper soothing words, both verbally and mentally, as he kept his hands on or near the stomach, not going any lower that his waist. He used some of the acupuncture skills he had learned from his father, forcing some of the larger muscles to relax without the human’s conscious consent.
The young human’s terror was a sharp scent to his nose. Yami knew that his touches were gentle and trusting, but the human dint seem to want to acknowledge it. He gently pressed his own mind against the other’s, trying to convey his intentions on a deeper level.
Little by little the human’s barriers lowered, not in the trusting way Yami had hoped for, but more in an exhausted way. The human was simply too tired to fight against something he had no experience in. thoughts whorled in a chaotic circle and a few of these thoughts made there way into speech. Yami’s brow furrowed as the mumbled words reached his ears. He carefully maneuvered his hand to the back of the human’s head, mentally sighing when the teen tensed again, ruining most of his work on the teen’s muscles.
Garbled words spilled forth when he removed the gag, and Yami reveled the heavenly voice.
“No-please-don’t-don’t hurt me-leave me alone-stop-please-somebody help me!”
Yami’s eyes saddened at the string of desperate words, the young human clearly didn’t want to be here. His eyes hardened with determination, what he was now planning to do was probably stupid and brash but he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he let his go on.
He pulled their foreheads flush together, his hands lying loosely against the teen’s milky sides. He pushed through the now relaxed defenses and began claming the human’s mind. The body’s trembling slowly died out along with the pounding heartbeat. Tan hands gently removed the blindfold, revealing the most gorgeous pair of purple eyes he had ever seen.
‘Beautiful.’ Yami thought. The purple irises were glazed and the pupils were large with the induced drowsiness. He could see that the human was trying to fight of off his influence, so he reached forward and directly seized the human’s mind.
/Calm, Young one. You wanted someone to save you, so here I am. You just need to sleep. Sleep…/ his command rooted deeply in the human’s psyche, and it allowed him total control. The teen’s amethyst eyes fluttered closed and the human sighed out a rush of air in contentment.
Yami also sighed in relief. He began to undo the teen’s bonds as he shuffled through a few of the human’s most recent memories, his lips pulling into a frown at what he found. He physically growled when he discovered how the teen had got here. His emotions, unfortunately, were misinterpreted by the human’s subconscious and he had to pause a moment to calm him.
/I’m not mad at you, Little One. Sleep./
The bonds were removed and Yami gathered the bewitched human into his lap, encircling his arms around the thin waist. Yami gently brushed a golden bang away from the teen’s face and he smiled genuinely when the human nuzzled into his hand.
A banging on the door alerted him to the fact that his hour was way overdue. The irritated voiced spoke through the door, demanding that he finish up immediately.
Yami smirked is distaste as he readied their escape. Those humans thought he would let such a creature slip through his grasp willingly? Not likely.
-------------------
The people on the other side got fed up with waiting and, using the spare key that works on all the rooms, forced open the door. Two security guards were right on the heels of the manager and all three halted in surprise at what they saw.
On the center of the bed sat a customer with their newest rental sleeping peacefully in his lap. The bonds were undone and clothes were still on their respective person and it appeared as if nothing sexual had occurred in the room. However, that wasn’t what made them stumble in disbelief.
The customer was smirking at them, fang-like teeth showing in his smile. Blood-red eyes stared at them in triumph as he held the rental in his arms. Sleek auburn ears, tufted in white, protruded from his spiky mane of hair and a matching, fluffy tail was curled around the partially exposed form of the rental.
The red-eyed demon tightened his grip on the sleeping human and with the blink of an eye; the two vanished in a puff of smoke.