Analogy of Colour

The White Devil unfastened his divination cloak and cast it onto the table as he stood from his crystal seat. He sighed as he left the platinum room rich with wainscoting and inset paneling, then turned out the lights and drew the crimson curtain behind him. Seated at his desk, he mulled in the dim, blue darkness.

“You obsess over those cards so much,” his reflection mused, eyes smiling fathomlessly from the single mirrored pane above the desk. “Do they really tell you all you need to know? Or is it just comforting to be that much closer to being God?”

He picked up his head to match his own amethyst glare, only briefly making the trivial distinction of a reflection being made of rays of light. “I have the ability to guide your hand, but you’d mock me for it?”

A quiet chuckle echoed him. “I find it... quaint, meek.” A moment passed before the Entity of Light spoke again, resting his chin upon his left upturned fist as he leaned forward, hollow with arrogance. “So, then—what did your wicked pack of cards tell you this time?”

Reserved, he replied, “The High Priestess has failed us, and The Hierophant isn’t the one we need to eliminate—it’s The Fool.” He didn’t mention to the Entity how grateful he was that Edo would no longer be in the line of fire. Being manipulated by The Light made him feel so helpless; he knew from the Tarot that he would need Edo to help him overcome The Light. His will wasn’t strong enough for him to do so alone, he was too passive; but, he’d met Edo’s fierce fighting spirit before, and had an ironic sense of certainty regarding his own future salvation. He only hoped that his faith in the boy wouldn’t be in vain, and that his submission to The Light wouldn’t last so much longer.

“Such was my suspicion from the beginning, really. What can a priest do but give counsel to those uncommitted to their beliefs? The Fool is the one who hides from control, too naïve to abide dominion.” The Light realized he was prattling and stopped. “You’re developing a backbone, aren’t you, Takuma?”

He winced from the creature calling him by his first name. “What do you mean by that?” he faked. “Through me, you’re bringing a new age of Light to Earth.” Then, his voice fluttering (as was his heart), “I’m the messenger of the apocalypse...!” Almost apologetically, he uttered, “It’s... it’s so hard...”

“Apocalypse is such a harsh word,” he soothed hatefully. “Earth simply needs to start anew. There’s too much identity, too much chaos. I’m erasing all that.”

“But must you give me visions of the end?” he faltered, hurt.

“Id cogitandum est.” The opportunity for temptation dawned upon him, and he grinned cruelly. “I take it you’ve contemplated misuse of the powers I’ve given you?” He received silence. “Not once in all the years of your life have you used your future sight selfishly.” The Light leaned nearer, penetrating the soothsayer’s sane thought with white-hot, haunting intent. “It’s time I told you that from harboring me for so long, your body has grown resistant to my radiation. You would never have to worry about self-injury.”

“What about anyone else?”

He hadn’t rejected the proposal outright. Pleased knowing his control hadn’t slipped, The Light continued. Exploiting the boy’s weakness would be too easy.

“A little Light never hurt anyone, especially not a Phoenix.”

Moments later, a knock echoed in the sterile room, and Edo stuck his silvery head through a crack in the door. “I’m glad you’re finally here with the door unlocked for once, Saiou,” he murmured with cerulean eyes aglimmer. “I was beginning to think you’d been avoiding me since the trip to Domino.”

Takuma rose hastily, trying to cover up that he’d been talking to anyone.

Closing the door behind him, Edo switched on the lights. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

Takuma shook his head, and was about to speak, but stopped short, reminded of his previous conversation with The Light. The Entity nudged his judgment, ‘The Devil and The Hierophant have always been one, the perfect matrimony of temptation and purpose. The Devil loosens the Hierophant's all-too-hardened ways, while the Hierophant grants direction to the Devil's wild abandon.’ Resolve solidified, he approached his friend and tried to cut off the reason he’d come. “It’s been so long since we’ve been alone together, Edo. All this business here at Duel Academy has gotten in the way of how close we used to be.”

“That’s actually why I came. I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” Yet, he knew what was coming next and braced for it.

Mizuchi had elucidated that Saiou had only come to the funeral for Edo’s father--to Edo--because the Tarot had marked the boy as a future major role in his life. He choked on all the pointed questions and rage that had bubbled and foamed within him for days; the passive accusations clung to his tongue only a moment.

“I met your sister in Domino; she told me that you haven’t been yourself. I’ve known it for a long time, but hearing it from someone else assured me I wasn’t imagining things, especially from someone closer to you than even I am. I’ve been very worried for you.”

He would have gained the courage then to bring up his exploitation, but Takuma placed a hand on his shoulder anxiously, trying to reassure him that this was still the one he knew.

“It’s not that I’ve changed... It’s that I have a higher purpose with all this. You have me for guidance as a manager, and I have him for guidance as well.”

Swallowing hard, the boy returned the gesture, putting a hand on Takuma’s shoulder as well. “I know your ability to see the future is daunting at times, but—” He didn’t finish his thought, having seen first-hand how his alter ego reacted to defiance. “Don’t forget that you have me for guidance, too. I may not have first hand experience, but I’m at least someone you can talk to.”

Stifled, he said nothing but smiled faintly, running his hands along Edo’s cheeks and through his shoulder-length silver hair, then down his jaw. He reminisced upon the sensation of his skin against Edo’s and felt warmed. Although it had been only a few months since he’d full-on taken up the terrible task before him, it felt like Edo had pulled away from him years ago. It was for this reason alone that he then sought to convince his lover that he was still the frail Romantic he’d always been.

The Devil’s kiss overwhelmed the boy. The Hierophant’s cerulean eyes went wide in surprise then quickly shut in the moment, and he requited the potency with fire, holding their bodies close. He’d always looked up to his elder and regarded him as thoughtful and wise beyond his years; lately, though, he felt that his obsessions with religious upheaval had possessed him. Unfortunately for Takuma though, Edo had no idea how literally The Light had a hold of his friend. He ached to have his Saiou back.

Takuma was the first to draw away, leaving Phoenix blushing slightly. “We’ve known each other a decade now... Surely, you wouldn’t let my dedication to The Light get in the way of our friendship... You— you still love me, don’t you...?”

Taken aback from such a question, an exasperated breath escaped him and he replied modestly by this time being the one to initiate a kiss. Regardless of how unintentional it had been on the elder boy’s part, it was easy for The Hierophant to forget his intentions in The Devil’s gaze, let alone his chilly touch. Soon they were caressing each other heatedly, their tongues entangled. “And here I thought Judai had stolen all your attention.” He grabbed the tails of his elder’s cravat and dragged him down a few inches just below eye level. “I was beginning to get jealous,” he smiled coyly.

“That Fool? Have more faith in me!” he scoffed, looking up at him. “Ha, faith—I’ve been trying to find a way to show you just how amazing The Light is, how blessed he’s made me... and it’s about time I did.”

“Not this again...” Edo groused.

Not taking dubiousness a second longer, he seized Edo by the shoulders and locked gazes with him. “He really can work miracles—real miracles, not just the empowering, motivational crap that gives people’s lives value. Give me a chance, just give me that.” Seeing he wasn’t convincing Edo, he lost all restraint and snatched up his deep dwelling energy, instigating the transformation. A bit lightheaded for a moment from the gradually swelling radiation within him, he sighed and smiled softly. “Please don’t be afraid of it... I’m in control of the change...”

“Wh—” He was cut off again with another kiss.

‘“And it was only by analogy that they called it colour at all,”’ Takuma thought contentedly to himself as his tongue fought with Edo’s, the two of them pressing together every possible inch. ‘Christ, please don’t be afraid of it, Edo... Just because it’s new doesn’t mean it’s bad...’ Feeling choked, he tugged at his cravat to loosen it a bit. He could feel his clothing constricting, becoming tighter about him. And it was only going to get tighter. But moreso, he could feel the radiation stinging his skin, his flesh, his entrails, his blood, his very bones… Such delightfully wretched agony did not paralyze him, but instead empowered him. As each sucked and gnawed at the other’s mouth, Saiou deliberated whether just to pull all his clothes off outright; but he decided that locking lips was more important, and that it would have an even bigger impact on Edo were he to burst from his attire. Besides, he had other clothing.

Minutes passed before Edo noticed the changes his lover had begun to undergo. He subconsciously realized Takuma was crouching down more than normal; and when he heard stitches failing, he opened his eyes, and his dumb-stricken gaze followed his form as he stood back up. He panicked when his eyes trailed up easily a foot higher than normal. Never before had he even once considered faith in anything, but now didn’t even know what to think.

“Wh—Saiou?” Exasperation wasn’t a strong enough word to describe his disbelief.

He smiled that strange, pointed smile of his, growing larger still. “The Light grants growth in more ways than one,” he boasted, pressing Edo again to his body.

The boy squirmed away, blushing in furious anxiety as he backed himself up against the far wall of the room. His heart and mind raced, vainly seeking comprehension that his friend was growing! He could do nothing but look on in abhorrence. He could scarce imagine what heinous influence was causing this transformation.

The seams fell away from Takuma’s sides, the zipper of his coat jerking down and breaking as it began to peel away from the fabric. The buttons of his pewter dress shirt snapped off almost simultaneously, baring his pallid, undefined chest. His deck-garter snapped away and rattled to the floor, but he was far too preoccupied to care about picking up his cards. They hadn’t spilled out, and this was far more important.

He protested to Edo’s escape, reaching after him; but, restricted by his quickly shrinking garments, mere motion caused his clothes to fail at an even faster pace. The waist of his pants was next to give way, the sable fabric pulled far too tight from the combination of proportional growth and swelling in his loins. He may not have had much in that regard, but certainly, wouldn’t becoming so gigantic compensate for that?

“Come now, Edo…” he frowned, distressed. “I’m still the Saiou you know.” He pressed the tips of his fingers to his throat with a twitch of bewilderment that his voice had deepened noticeably, yet still sounded like his own. His boots were getting uncomfortably tight, and he could feel his socks inching down over his heels from inside. He tried not to grimace at the unbearable wedge he’d accumulated from his all too small briefs.

Edo simply glared at him, beyond upset. The words just wouldn’t come.

The sound of the buckles popping from about Takuma’s forearms and calves tore through the agonizing silence, and his gauntlets and spats fell away; soon after his pants and sleeves burst, his boots and undergarments last for ruin. Scraps of fabric all that remained at this point, the more than eight foot tall man fell to his knees in grief, crawling after his lover, pangs washing his face.

This time in a giant’s grasp, Edo could do nothing short of struggle in deliria as Takuma caressed him and held him close with his great hands, laying back against the wall and pulling him over his still growing, naked, icy body.

“L—let go, Saiou,” he grumbled, in denial how aroused he was from the sheer control his elder had over him. “I don’t want it like this…”

Ignoring his toy’s plea, Takuma grabbed Edo’s hand with a few fingers, and while he kissed him with a now larger mouth, effortlessly guided them to touch his gigantic member. Edo blushed furiously, in awe at how huge it had become—easily twice it had once been, now at least four inches thick and eleven inches long. And oh, was it throbbing! He shakily looked up into Takuma’s eyes as the giant continued to guide his small hand to caress him. Once Edo was thoroughly entranced at feeling the giant’s pulse through the head of his penis, Takuma moved nonchalantly to unbutton Edo’s pants, having moderate difficulty with the diminutive button, let alone the even smaller zipper pull. Edo sighed loudly, blushing even deeper as Takuma pulled his pants down to his knees, then moved on to the boy’s underwear. Wetting his lips first, he sucked on his index finger a moment before smirking, picking Edo up and nudging it as gently as he could around the boy’s hole. Edo’s eyes shot wide in revulsion at the sensation of knowing it was merely one gigantic finger working at him, then half-squinted in horror-stricken ecstasy when the giant finally exhausted the tease and stuck it inside.

The finger was as big around now as Takuma’s member had been before he’d undertaken this metamorphosis. Devastated by the phenomenon, all the boy could do was cry out his lover’s name as he was tormented anally. The giant swooned at the feeling of Edo’s rectum tightening around his single digit, both from delight and his own growth. Soon, it was too much for him and he stood to lay Edo in the floor before him for a change of position; however, he hadn’t taken into account that he’d grown another four feet since he’d last stood and slammed his head, twelve feet not existing between the floor and ceiling. The force caused his earrings and forehead jewelry to drop off, having only been just barely clinging to him his skin had expanded so much. Practically in a tripping motion he threw Edo on the bed, yelling out at the pain of having come up on the ceiling so hard. He questioned whether he should grow any larger and stopped the flow of radiation through his bod. But, he paused only momentarily before he let go of his head and loomed over the bed, standing as best he could, regaining full arousal at admiring the view over his little sex toy. He chuckled, arms out wide as he began to make creepy hands at him. It was then that essentially every major blood vessel in the poor giant’s body bulged out from beneath his skin, his radiation-soaked pituitary gushing growth hormones into his body, which tensed up, momentarily struggling to maintain itself in light of such a sudden alteration.

Edo looked on in dread, his eyes wandering only just a moment to the enormous dent Takuma’d left in the ceiling before returning in unease to rest upon the giant.

After recovering from the burst of colour, Takuma chuckled cruelly, crouching down over the boy and grabbing his dick to line them up for penetration. Edo braced himself, hyperventilating at imagining just how painful it was going to be, knowing what would come next. Upon pressing his seven-inch-wide head fast against the boy’s hole, however, he realized he was far too huge to accomplish such a thing and stopped. He frowned and looked at Edo pitifully.

“I’d really looked forward to growing inside you,” he mourned, his voice deeper still. “I just got too big before trying…”

Taking in that he wasn’t being taken by that gigantic cock, Edo opened an eye and looked up at his giant lover and sighed in relief, grateful that some vein of his benevolent Saiou still existed. In consolation, he put a hand on the one Takuma had propped himself up with.

“It’s… it’s all right, Saiou… Th—there are many other ways to enjoy being… so large—!” With his last words, his breath became deeply excited, Takuma having started frotting at him while he was talking.

“Like this?” he taunted playfully, receiving only an embarrassed moan from Edo.

The comparison was simply gorgeous as the pair ground as best they could at each other; although the Brit was exceptionally endowed for a boy of only fifteen years, his seven inch prick was beyond dwarfed by Takuma’s now twenty inch long swollen trunk. The twenty foot tall giant had to kneel over the foot of the bed to get at him, now propping himself up with one hand against the wall to reach around both their throbbing members. It was through this comparison that Takuma realized he was growing faster after that surge of hormones and anxiety washed over him, though he quickly dismissed it and pulled away from the frottage to go down on his doll of a lover.

Nothing Edo had ever felt equaled the sensation of that giant’s supple lips pressed around his prick, and he clawed at the sheets desperately, arching his back and stiffening in rapture. Takuma chuckled, lightly flicking just the tip of his tongue over Edo’s head for a moment before removing him from his mouth and taking a drag at his shaft from the back of his tongue to the tip again, returning to suckling him gently after having given him the foot-long lick of his life.

His heart rate had even further aided his growth, and within minutes he had grown yet another ten feet, again outstripping the dimensions in which he was oriented. His back was pressed fast against the ceiling, and the pair could both hear it straining against his stature.

“S—Saiou, I thought—I thought you said you had this stuff—this stuff under control,” Edo stammered, trapped between fright and euphoria. He noticed that Saiou’s teeth had sharpened significantly and become slightly crooked and was reminded that the growth was instigated by evil force.

“I… I do,” he lied, laughing lightly and stopping the oral to move to another position.

He picked up Edo from the bed with a single hand, sitting on his butt in the middle of the floor. His right foot pressed up against his chair and desk, his left thigh tight against the bed, his rapid growth soon demolished the lot of furniture. He had to crouch down to avoid the ceiling, but that was fine. He put his boy on his monstrous four-foot-long cock and guided him up and down on it, using him like a masturbating sleeve. Such colossal frottage electrified Edo, and he ground heatedly at Takuma’s massive dick, licking and sucking as best he could as he was dragged up and down its shaft.

“It takes a while for the radiation to stop completely once it starts…” he explained, stopping masturbating with Edo for a moment.

Worried but still, Edo half-asked, “You… you did this before. It does wear off.”

“Of course it wears off,” he smiled impishly. The giant winced when he heard the mirror cracking under the ball of his foot; quickly the tops of his shoulders were again flush against the limitations of the room.

“…In how long?”

“…It depends. I haven’t ever used this much. Could be an hour, could be days.” He reflected a minute. “Maybe never,” he thought aloud, half pleased, half in denial of the possibility.

“What if it doesn’t wear off, Saiou? What will you do then? How will you explain this? How CAN you explain this? What will you eat? What will you wear? Where will you stay?” Horror overtook him then. “And what if you don’t stop growing?” he half-whispered.

“Don’t worry about such things right now, Edo,” he reassured. “Until these questions get answered with time, how about we just enjoy what we have for now?” Saiou’s neck was pressed up tight to the ceiling. Running out of time—and room!—he turned Edo facing away from him so he would straddle the head. But, he could stand to grow even larger. “S—stick it in,” he instructed, his voice so deep he now no longer sounded at all like himself. “I’m so big I’m starting to have difficulty feeling your hard on against me, Edo…”

Although still worried that Takuma would hurt himself if he grew any larger, he moaned with anticipation at such an ungodly unique thing as sounding a giant’s dick with his own. It took no convincing him to try, and he immediately slid it into the tight fit with ease, so much pre-cum slicking the passageway. He went into convulsions of ecstasy and continued heatedly licking and kissing all over the underside of Saiou’s head; all the while, Takuma began to grow so large as to be forced by the dimensions of the room into fetal position. The windows shattered from the strain of his right thigh against that wall. The giant moaned and shivered at how amazing it felt to be simultaneously sounded phallically and fellated by Edo. The ceiling further forced his head to curl down so he couldn’t help but watch Edo trembled in ejaculation. He would never forget the sensation of having his penis filled with someone else’s cum (let alone Edo’s!). The wood panels of the room began to scream and bend around the titanic sixty foot tall giant, and though he hadn’t heard the light fixtures break from his being pressed against them, he could feel the glass shards of the light fixtures from both the walls and ceiling embedded in his skin like splinters. Feeling the ceiling begin to give way to his enormity, he finally achieved climax, crying out in utter ecstasy as he came… and came… and came, all over poor little Edo, whose cock was still buried deep in the giant’s head.

The contents of the room above them rained down as the radiation began to taper off, Takuma having gotten what he’d wanted; fortunately, the room’s inhabitant had not been inside at the time. He looked down at his little boy, sitting up a little to admire his work. With thumb and forefinger, he cautiously plucked him up and cupped him in both hands, kissing him on the head.

“Are you all right, Edo?” he asked, head swimming from such amazing sex.

“I… I guess so,” he uttered, disoriented and overwhelmed by being covered in Saiou’s cum. He wiped the cum from his eyes, mouth, and most of his face. Hearing the walls to the front and back of the giant starting to give, he commented anxiously, “You do know you’re still growing… right?!”

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Saiou cried out, jerking up in bed in a horrendous, cold sweat. Beyond panic, his heart throbbed agonizingly as he patted at himself in horrified disbelief. He anxiously inspected his surroundings to reassure himself that nothing had been crushed or smashed, or otherwise destroyed. Everything was as it had been. Had that been a nightmare, or had that been a nightmare!

He shakily got out of bed to fix himself a glass of water. Half-awake, he dazedly glanced upward at the mirror over the sink before he realized that his reflection was… yes, smirking at him? A mere hollow echo, he reached forward to press his palm against his with regained resolution. The face in the mirror reassured him:

“A little Light never hurt anyone.”