Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Heart ❯ Chapter 2

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Demon Heart

Chapter 2

Characters: Akisawa Natsuki, Kimura Ryusuke

Date Started: June 2005
Word Count: 3076

Ryusuke woke with a gasp, sweat ozing from his pores, staining his sheets--

He cursed and sat up, irritably jerking a hand through his sweat damp bangs and yanking the cover sheet off. It had to have been one of the absolute worst nights of his entire life. He's barely slept a cummulative handful of hours, waking constantly as his body tried to deal with one erotic dream after another.

It was exhausting and just slightly embarassing.

He'd had wet dreams before, of course--sometimes as many as three a night, but last night was just ridiculous!

And the dreams themselves---

Never before could Ryusuke recalls in such titilating detail the contents of his dreams. But last night, it was like he was actually there, it was real. Not just dream-time real, but more as if it was a memory of something that had happened recently. Memories revolving around the same two people: the upper classman he'd run into the day before-- the one with the real pretty indigo shaded eyes and the long golden-like brown hair--and some woman he'd never met before. A beautiful woman in a sexy-glam sort of way, taller than the upper classman, and obviously older, too, though not old. Not really Ryusuke's tyep--he prefered the pretyy, cute, home-grown, girl-next-door type mostly--but he would've done her if the opportunity arose.

Last night the opportunity had definitely arose. At least for his sempai.

The two were at each other like a pair of horny hares, fucking each other like crazy. Hs sempai fucked the woman several times before she turned into a guy and started fucking him. And then his sempai turned into a girl and the woman-turned-guy fucked him some more.

Ryusuke's dreams had been just one endless orgy featuring his upper classman.

He really was cute for a guy. Not quite handsome, but definitely a male beauty. And he was hot when he was horny--his eyes all glazy and his mouth hanging open as he sucked lungfuls of air into his heated body. He looked like a sinful angel spread out over the white bedsheets and Ryusuke could just imagine how much better he would look laid out against his favorite soft black sheets-- that golden hair laying against his pillow, his skin glowing, flushed with feverish passion.

The way he'd moan--so delicious--as he force-fed two fingers into his own ass, finger fucking himself. The way his voice would caress Ryusuke's anem as he pulled the other boy's hand away and pressed his thick wet cock head against that puckered mouth. And then he'd press--so slowlys, so smoothly, fitting his cock into that tight ass--

"Oh fuck, yeah baby, don't stop. Take it all. Take all my hard cock into that sweet tight ass of yours."

And he'd fuck him. Just like the woman-man in his dream had fucked his sempai--hard and fast until they were both screaming--

Ryusuke really did almost scream aloud, managing to remember to muffle the sound with his pillow seconds before he came all over himself and his bed. He sighed, slumped against the sweaty sheets with disgusted resignation.

This was going to be one hell of a day, he could already tell.

~~~****~~~

Ryusuke yawned for about the tenth time that morning and Keigo was up in his face looking all worried. "Are you sure you're okay, man? I mean, you look like hell."

"Jeez, thanks, man." Ryusuke scrubbed at his gummy eyes, wishing the energry drink he'd bought at the convenience store would hurry up and kick in. "I told you, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Maybe you should've just stayed home then," Keigo returned cramming a steaming meatbun into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah, that would look really great, wouldn't it? Skipping class only the second school week in?" Ryusuke locked up his bicycle and grabbed his bags out of the basket, handing Keigo his bags, too.

"I don't know how you're gonna be able to pay attention to any of your lectures, though," Keigo continued. "And it's not like we're in the same classes anymore, so you can't copy my notes 'cause you were fantasizing about some chick."

Ryusuke was about to reply when something across the court yard caught his attention. "Hey, Keigo. You know who that is?"

Glasses glinting in the early morning sunshine, Keigo's head whipped around in the direction Ryusuke was looking. "Who?"

"The second year over there by the fountain, the one with the long hair."

Keigo squinted and frowned. "You mean the girl hanging on to dear life to Akisawa-sempai? I think that's Hashibara Yuki. Though..." He frowned some more. "Well, it's definitely not Komatsu Risa, but it's harder to keep track of who Akisawa's with on any given day." He adjusted his glasses and added, "It's my honest opinion that he's dated even more girls than you have, Ryusuke."

'Akisawa, huh?' Ryusuke thought, looking the boy over some more. 'Natsuki.'

"I've never heard of him before."

Keigo readjusted his glasses so the morning sunlight glinted off them just so and cleared his throat omniously.

"Akisawa Natsuki, second year, foreign languages and cultures major; 167 cm; 53 kg; AB bloodtype; birthday, November 3rd; a member of both the photography and literature clubs. Admittedly metero-sexual; likes seafood Italian dishes and strawberry ice pops. Lived in France, England, and America before moving to Japan, and is the object, longing, desire, and envy of almost everyone at St. Raphael's."

"Hn. Really? Never heard of him before."

"That's why I said 'almost everyone'."

"So, admit it," Ryusuke demanded as they continued walking towards the freshman lecture halls. "You really get off on knowing everyone's data, don't you?"

"Of course," Keigo replied good-naturally. "Knowledge is power." And he laughed, surprising other freshman girls who continued to give both Keigo and Ryusuke strange looks until they were out of sight.

~~****~~

Ryusuke had to stop and ask a few people along the way to the Art and Photography room, but he found it with relative ease and without loosing too much time out of their lunch hour. He wondered--briefly, hesitating outside the door--if there was anyone else in the room besides the person he hunted but determinately entered anyway.

"Noriko-chan? Is that you?" the second year called out when the door slid open, but he didn't bother to look away from his work.

He stood before one of the work tables; two lines were suspended over the table from which a series of photographs hung like clean linens left to dry. There was a notebook open on the table and he was looking from photograph to photograph, occassionally pausing to write something down.

And then the door slid shut again.

"Excuse me for interupting, sempai," Ryusuke said softly, not daring to step very far into the foreign room.

The upper classman whirled around so quickly the long tail of hair tied loosely at his nape whipped over his shoulder. Indigo eyes widened in recognition, in surprise, and with something else that was too quickly hidden behind a carefully schooled expression for Ryusuke to guess at.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

Ryusuke faltered. He hadn't planned much further than finding his way here, and now…

The other boy turned around completely, his whole manner smooth and relaxed as he leaned back against the work table, his hips jaunted just so, his hands braced, head tilted alluringly.

"Mm? Ryusuke-kun, wasn't it?" he asked, his voice light and lilting. A long strand of golden brown hair escaped his hair tie and fell against the curve of his cheek like a butterfly's carress.

He was smaller than Ryusuke--both in heigh and physique. There was almost something femenine about him, but even without the boy's school uniform, it wouldn't be hard to tell that he was male.

"Can I fuck you?"

Ryusuke choked and managd to spit out a strangled, "What?" after several tries.

"I said," the other boy stressed, lips twitching, "Can I help you?"

"Oh, uh, um," he hedged.

"So what can I offer my supposed rival?"

"Your--Me?"

One shoulder lifted negligently. "To hear several of the freshmen girls talk you're a really good fuck. I can hardly wait till it's my turn," he added softly, turning back towards his work.

"Excuse me?"

Akisawa exhaled. "I said--" he began, turning around again, but stopped, frowning. "Ryusuke-kun? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Wouldn't you be better if you were doing me up the ass right now?"

"Yes!"

Akisawa blinked, surprised at his outburst, and it was his turn to ask, "Excuse me?"

"I said 'yes'. I want to do you, all right? I want to push you up against this wall and shove my cock so deep up inside you. And I wanna hear you begging for it. Begging for more, begging for all the dirty, nasty things I want to do to you. And I--"

He didn't get a chance to say more because right then Akisawa hissed out one long, moaning, "Yes."

"Sempai," Ryusuke began, his fog-clouded mind trying to formulate an apology of some sorts, but nothing came to mind except all the erotic things he wanted to do to the other man.

Akisawa's eyes were unfocused, his breath ragged, and there was a glowing that seemed to emit from his very skin.

"Yes," Akisawa repeated.

"Huh?"

"Yes. Now. Do it," Akisawa panted, forcing his gaze to focus on Ryusuke. "You said you wanted to fuck me, right?"

"You mean… Oh shit, you really--fuck, yes," Ryuske answered empathically.

And just like that they were on each other, meeting halfway between the door and the work table, mouths sucking hungirly as bodies clashed boldly.

Ryusuke turned, holding onto the other boy firmly, and within a few steps, Akisawa's back hit the wall, held there by the weight of Ryusuke's body. The added leverage allowed him to hike both legs up around Ryusuke's hips and waist. Two matching arousals pressed together, greedy for more friction, which Ryusuke applied willingly, dipping and rolling his hips fluently--an immitation of fucking preformed with too many clothes.

Akisawa's head fell back and he moaned loudly, the sound shooting straight down Ryusuke's nervous system to wrap around his cock. He pressed his mouth against Akisawa's throat, just above his school collar, to muffle the sounds he was sure he was making.

"Want you."

"Gods, yes, but… We need--"

"Clothes. Off," Akisawa gasped. "I want to feel you inside me so badly."

Fingured fumbled with belt and zippers in a rushed dance.

"Sempai."

Ryusuke's mouth was pressing against Akisawa's lips again, and their tongues thrusted and parried savagely as first Akisawa's and than Ryusuke's pants came undone. Akisawa's smaller, more devilish hand found its prize first, wrapping around Ryusuke's swelling member and jerking quickly.

"Mmm. You're so hard, and wet," he purred against Ryusuke's ear. "Bet you'll feel really good inside me."

Ryusuke groaned and tried to yank Akisawa's pants off, but the upper classman's legs were stil staunchly clamped around his hips and thighs.

"Sempai."

"Hurry, Ryusuke-kun. Want you inside me."

"Your pants."

"Don't' worry about them. Fuck me. Don't wait."

"But you--I haven't--"

"Don't worry. I'm ready, see," he panted, grabbing Ryusuke's hand and shoving it against his ass, sliding those calloused fingers against his greedy opening. "See how slick and wet I am? I'm always ready," he breathed, running his tongue along Ryusuke's ear, "for a thick, hard, fat cock to pop up and say hello."

It took some shimmying and a little bit of manhandling, but it didn't take long before the fat head of Ryusuke's cock was pressing and forcing entrance into that tight, hot, slick little body. With a fast, hard thrust, he felt all of his cock swallowed up in that perfect sheathe, and he moaned in appreciation.

And then Akisawa did---something. Ryusuke wasn't sure what, but damn if it didn't feel fucking fantastic.

"Fuck me," Akisawa repeated, and Ryusuke obeyed, rutting into the smaller boy like a randy dog taken to a bitch, until he felt his release build and ignite, fast as anything. And even as his muscles clamped and protested the harsh abuse, he still didn't stop completely. His thrusts slowed and lost a considerable amount of power, but Ryusuke continued to stroke himself inside Akisawa's incrediable body.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Ryusuke-kun," Akisawa murmurred, his face pressed against Ryusuke's sweaty neck. His sempai's voice seemed to reawaken his desire, and he could feel himself gorw harder again, still buried inside the other boy.

Akisawa laughed, a deep throaty chuckle. "So eager."

"You love it," Ryusuke returned, sure of it as he scraped his teeth gently beneath Akisawa's ear.

"Oh, gods, yes!" Akisawa answered, twisting in an effort to get more, but the action resulting in his pants' zipper poking him uncomfortably.

"The table," he suggested, and Ryusuke moved willing, if a little cumbersomely, still holding onto Akisawa and trying to cross the few steps to the nearest work table while remaining inside the other boy.

It wasn't until Akisawa was prone that Ryusuke stepped away completely. Akisawa sat up, ready to protest the desertion when Ryusuke grabbed hold of his pants and yanked until they were left to dangle on one leg only. Akisawa kicked them the rest of the way off.

"Better?" he asked wryly.

Ryusuke grinned. "Yes. But I know how to make it even better."

"Oh do you?" Akisawa purred, reaching out for him as Ryusuke stepped closer. "Mmm, I'm so hard, Ryusuke-kun."

"You should cum then."

"I should?"

"Yeah."

"How do you suppose I do that?"

"Well--" Their breaths hitched as Ryusuke pressed his cock against Akisawa's entrance and slowly, deliberately slowly, slid forward.

"Mmmm, you feel so good, Ryusuke-kun," Akisawa purred, his head falling back onto the table as the rest of his body clung to the freshman. "So thick and hard and warm. Do it, Ryusuke. I wanna feel you fucking me, hard, like you'll never get enough of sinking your hard cock inside me."

"Shit, your so tight," Ryusuke gasped and panted, screwing his eyes shut.

"Faster, Ryusuke." 'Akisawa demanded. "Give me everything."

Akisawa's words melted together, an endless litegy of 'more, faster, harder' until Ryusuke's body screamed in protest and his second release. He collapsed, right onto Akisawa. He could feel the splattered mess of Akisawa's cum squished between their bodies and couldn't help the smug feeling that warmed him.

"So," Ryusuke asked when he could breath somewhat normally again. "What did you do to me?"

"Excuse me?" Akisawa replied with amusement.

"What did you do," he repeated obligingly enough. He bent, finding that bit of flesh just beneath Akisawa's ear too arresting to resist.

Akisawa made a sound of appreciation and tilted his head further to the side.

"I didn't think anything of it at first," Ryusuke murmured, rubbing his renewing erection against the second year's hip, amazed that he could still be hard after coming twice in less than ten minutes. "Not when I ran into you after school and you said you speak other languages. You were cute, and you have gorgeous eyes. Of course I'd think about you. But even my most vivid dreams are never that concrete. And I've never seen that woman before. I didn't understand a word you two were saying. I figured it was French or something.

"And this morning? Well, hey. I dreamed about you, right? So it stands to reason that I'd be thinking about you when I woke up, right?" Ryusuke asked, pulling back a little to look down at the body sprawled on his back, half naked on the work table. "I thought about you, touching yourself, moaning my name, spreading your legs wide and shoving your fingers up inside your ass. Mmmm....

"You looked so hot like that," he whispered confidentially. "I imagined it really was my cock, replacing your fingers, moving in and outta you. How you'd gasp and moan and demand I go faster, harder, more, more, more, more until I came so hard I actually shouted."

Akisawa moaned and trembled against him. "You shouldn't have known..." he panted.

"And I come to school today, wondering if I'd have the chance to see you again. Wondering if I'd get the chance to introduce myself to you and find out your name."

A hand ran appreciatively along Ryusuke's naked hip and thigh. "Obviously you did."

"Mmm. I asked a friend. He was as thorough as he could be considering you never existed before entering this University. You've been very busy in one year, though."

"And you haven't been?" Akisawa returned a bit smugly.

"I'm free right now," Ryusuke offered, almost nonchalantly.

Akisawa pushed him up and moved to sit up. "Funny. So am I."

"What are you, Akisawa-sempai?" Ryusuke asked, rolling off to his side and allowing the other boy up.

He paused in mid-action of retrieving his pants. "Do you want to know?" the second-year purred. "Do you really want to know, Ryusuke-kun?"

"Yes."

Akisawa purred, the sound of his pleasure radiating out from deep in his throat and chest, as he slowly walked back to Ryusuke.

"I'm a demon," he whispered into the younger boy's ear before biting the earlobe. "A sex demon that only cares about screwing and fucking. And coming really hard and really long. Coming a lot."

"So, basically you're a nymphomaniac, right?" Ryusuke summarized before grinning. "Great. So am I."

Akisawa snorted, turned, and snatched up his school pants.

"Listen," Ryusuke started, getting up and refastening his pants, too. "A friend and I have a little bet going on that I can't stick to one person for a whole month. My record is more like two weeks. Max, actually. But I'm thinking, two people who supposedly like sex as much as you and I do should be able to last more than a measly four weeks screwing each other silly, don't you think?"

"Four weeks?" Akisawa scoffed returning to his work table. "You wouldn't survive longer than three as my only lover."

"Is that a challenge?"

"One you're not up to," Akisawa returned disdainfully, scrutinizing one photograph closely.

"I'm good. I've had lots of practice, and if nothing else, you've got to admit that we'll have a fucking good time screwing the hell out of each other."

And how could any self-respecting sex demon refuse such an offer?

~~***~~

TBC