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TDM 12
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oh we be body swapping
And while Kazuya isn't exactly unused to having multiple presences in his head, he is, however, unused to how mild they are in comparison. More like quiet acquaintances rather than loud, rowdy demons demanding blood and virgin sacrifices from him.
(They only do that sometimes. Thankfully he has not given in yet. No virgins have been slaughtered to date.)
Kazuya is, however, familiar with the fact that there is now a very, very real possibility of a repeat of several months ago where Yu launches himself at him in a demon-induced blood craze and he gets the shit bitten out of him once more.
With any luck, the other Bel’s haven’t immediately noticed that it’s not Kazuya in charge anymore, because Yu asks him that, and things seem fairly normal over there. Even still, Kazuya is quick to try and step back on the plate because he does not want to really see what might happen otherwise.]
Already on it.
[Pause.
... Yu’s voice sounds so weird, coming from his mouth.]
OH BOY
No, it's-- empty isn't exactly the right word. But everything goes very, very quiet, in the moment when they switch; Yu moves off the plate and puts a foot back onto it in the moments when he begins to collect himself, breath held as he puts his weight back onto his feet. He watches his body from across the room for a moment, then another, and...exhales, deflates, as he realizes it didn't work. His mind is already working on alternatives; maybe they need to physically switch places, maybe he should move to the other side of the room. There has to be an alternative way to get out of this--
The thoughts explode into his head all at once, as if they were waiting for confirmation that this wasn't a momentary fluke, a cacophony of violence that makes him wobble and sink to his knees with a strained groan, clutching his head.]
Wh-- what...?
[His limbs shake with the monumental effort it takes to stay put, to not listen to those thoughts urging him to lunge forward, to attack, now now now-- eat eat eat-- mine mine mine--]
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It's about the fourth time he stomps on it when he notices Yu not-quite collapse. Concern washes over him, but he's not stupid enough to close the distance when he's seen something like this happen before, and it was incredibly uncomfortable.]
... Uh. If you're hearing voices, you're going to have to be really, really forceful about telling them to shut up.
[His own head right now? Calm and quiet in comparison. Placid, but not because there aren't presences there, but because there's no turmoil to deal with, no constantly feeling the need to reign in control.]
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The following moments are silent, at least outside of the screaming in his head.
... ... ...
Finally he stands and takes a deep, steadying breath. Fixes his hair and his shirt. He thought this would be straightforward. He thought he could negotiate with them, the way you negotiate with Personas. With Shadows, sometimes. You can stop now, he had said. Let's work together. And the voices had responded--
absolutely not
Instead they seize on a moment of opportunity. When Kazuya's body flies forward, alarmingly fast, it's not Yu consciously in charge -- his will takes a backseat as those voices take the lead, wrapping strong hands around the other boy's neck and squeezing. Here's our chance. This one is weak. We're in charge now.]
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And then the other moves in a powerful surge. Too quick for slow, normal human reaction times. Really, it's funny how weak he feels, even before the hands wrap around his neck, even before they squeeze and he starts to choke and struggle for something as simple as air.
His hands- Yu's hands, go to grip the ones around his throat, and he shakes as hard as he can, even while knowing that there's simply no way for him to ever be able to pry a demon off of him. Without his COMP, there's just no chance to match a Demon's might. Even still, he struggles for everything he's worth, kicks at his knees as hard as he's able to, anything to try and struggle free.]
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And maybe that's what does it, in the end: the realization that he's two steps from something horrible (kill, kill, kill--), that he's looking into his own eyes, that he hasn't actuality taken in a breath the whole time he's been stealing the other boy's.
With a sharp gasp, he recoils, at least for the moment.
And yet...and yet through it all, he remembers exactly what tools he usually has to hand. The ones Kazuya currently has use of.]
Isis. Tetrakarn. [It's the easiest thing that comes to mind, at the moment. Not perfect, but it should reflect whatever happens if Yu (kill-- destroy-- fight--) attacks again. Maybe it'll buy enough time for him to figure out how to... get them all in line.] Just call her name.
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This is all familiar. It's happened before. Someone he cares about, in his own body, struggling against the oppressive forces in his mind.
He doesn't fault Yu at all, for succumbing to them. The moment after he'd first absorbed Beldr, it'd been like he'd gotten hit with an invisible wave of energy, the single Bel demon knocking him to his knees. It'd been the same for each subsequent one. How could he expect anyone to fight against the rush of all of those demons at once when he'd barely been able to hang on to his sanity with just one alone?
Suddenly, Yu pulls away, recoiling as if he'd been the one bit, and Kazuya gasps greedily for oxygen, lungs burning as he inhales hard, sharp and fast. The pain in his hand suddenly flares to life, and his next exhale is a pained hiss as he moves to clutch the injured extremity to his chest protectively.
Like that'd ever help.
But Yu's words do. Isis. That's the name of one of Yu's demons, and as he thinks that, a presence comes to the forefront of his mind.]
Isis. [His voice is shaky, adrenaline shot through the roof.
The demon- persona appears, and it's nothing like a demon, really. It's not combative, and it doesn't act like it's been subjugated either. Rather, it feels like she's a part of him, and always has been.]
Tetrakarn.
[The spell washes over him. It doesn't heal the damage already wrought, but he knows it'll prevent more. If only for a limited amount of time.]
Yu- The demons, they're not your friends. You need to control them. You can't negotiate with them, not like this.
[For a demon to be negotiated with... Well, it has to want to be negotiated with in the first place. It has to be put in its place and given no other option.]
They'll test your willpower. Prod for any insecurities you have and try and take hold. Don't- don't be nice, that's a human weakness.
[His voice comes quicker, more urgently as he speaks. He needs- He has to break through to the other, to get as much information out to him as he can before he potentially loses it once more.]
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Some part of Yu is aware enough to be relieved at the sight of Isis, to watch her wave a hand and cast the spell over his body -- over Kazuya. But it's a one-time thing, one chance, and Yu can't think clearly enough to come up with a better solution, not when the demons fight and claw their way back to control. How does Kazuya do this? Is this what it's like all the time? Yu can't think straight and keep them from taking action at the same time.
He lunges again, charging as if he's going to try to take the other boy down. He could; if he used enough force, maybe he could just grind Kazuya's head into the plate at his feet, smash through bone and flesh and rejoice in the feeling of blood splattered across his hands--
Tetrakarn does its job, reflects the force back onto Yu and pushes him back with a grunt.
You can't negotiate with them--
Don't be nice--
It's your job to get along. To make things easier for everyone else. Don't make trouble; just let us take care of this.
Another lunge, this time unprotected by Tetrakarn. Teeth bared, arms outstretched, he flings himself at Kazuya and sinks his teeth into any flesh he can find.
That's it. That's right. Be a good boy. Don't make things difficult for us.
It'll be over soon.
...
What's the matter? Isn't it too early to give up?
God, what is he doing? The taste of blood in his mouth; the feel of a body struggling beneath him; it's a horror show, a nightmare, it's-- you need to control them-- it has to stop, and he--
He can do this.
Calm the hell down! Listen to me! There's the feeling; the same sensation as his fists balled in the fabric of Namatame's hospital gown, the feeling of staring down the barrel of a gun. Relinquishing pretenses and niceties to find the truth hidden in the fog. He can do this. He can do this.
The fingers digging into Kazuya's body release all at once. He recoils again, freezing for a moment and then grimacing, squeezing his eyes shut. They're all still there, the voices, the demons. All Yu can do is use the same feeling he held onto while facing Izanami; staring death in the face and saying you will not move, not by one single inch. The voices don't go away, but they do fall to the background. They get in line, reluctantly. It still takes a minute for Yu to steady himself, hands shaking reflexively.]
Kazuya-- [This body doesn't need to breathe, which is a bizarre feeling, but he sucks in a breath anyway, almost like a reflex. Also a reflex is the way he tries to summon Kikuri-hime for Diarahan. Instead he starts trying to stop any bleeding he can find, cursing quietly under his breath.]
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Logically, Kazuya knows that Yu won’t last long in the face of the Bel demons might. Logically, Kazuya knows with almost absolute certainty if they don’t switch back, and soon at that, that Yu might do something he’d never be able to live with. That turmoil is clear on his face, his own face.
Yu lunges at him again, Kazuya tries to spin the wheel of his mind, looking for any demon persona that might be able to give him enough leverage in this fight. It all happens too slow. His body is unfamiliar, and it’s hard to act. Teeth sink into him again, this time his forearm as he brought it up reflexively to try and shield himself. Pain blossoms on two fronts now, but thankfully adrenaline dulls it, even as he brings his other hand up to try to uselessly pound his fist into Yu’s head.
It all takes too long. His body is slow. It’s so slow, and too unfamiliar for him to move appropriately. They’re similar in size, but Yu is simply weighted differently than he is.
Suddenly, or rather, it seems sudden with how fast everything is happening, Yu relinquishes his powerful grip on him, moving away. For a moment, Kazuya doesn’t move, unsure if he might accidentally set off another prey drive incident. For a few seconds, he considers the presences in his mind, and brings one in particular to the forefront: Rangda.
It’s a short term solution, should Yu try to go for him again. The Bel demons will know, will figure out other magic that could accomplish the goal of trying to kill him to sate their needs.
Kazuya exhales, watches Yu shake, and knows immediately how overwhelmed he must be. More so with the scent of blood already heavy in the air.]
It's alright.
[His voice is soft. His heart is hammering. Without a doubt he knows that Yu must be able to smell the emotions coming off of him. Worry and fear entwined and enmeshed with each other. Not for himself, but for the person he cares so much for.]
You can do this. Take control back. You're stronger than them, don't let them win. You can do anything.
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... Worry. Kazuya is worried.
And he knows Kazuya, knows what he's like, the way he cares. The worry isn't for himself, it's for...him. For Yu. The thought wrenches at his mind, both terrifying and galvanizing. Some part of him has always known the power of bonds; he avoided them for so long because of their strength, not for their perceived weakness. He thought he wouldn't be strong enough to start over, if he relied on that power. Kazuya never seemed afraid of that; as if he's always known the care was worth the risk of feeling weak.
...
Love is a hell of a thing, isn't it?
The thing Yu is most keenly aware of is that he cannot allow this to continue. Now, if at no other time, he has to be a real Leader, not just a kid playing detective. These demons won't stop, and Kazuya is right -- he can't work with them the way he works with his Personas. They'll keep clamoring for blood.
Absolutely not.
The shaking in his limbs eases bit by aching bit; a slow and grueling process of posturing, a display of authority.
I'm in charge here and you will listen to me.
He can do this. At least-- at least until Kazuya gets his own body back, Yu can hold the line.
I won't let you hurt the people I care about.
(Oh, gross. He's one of those gross sappy guys. Gross.)
It's another minute before he fully steadies himself, but he does finally raise his eyes to meet Kazuya's, and when he does, there's no longer a spark of conflict in his face. He gives the other boy one decisive nod.]
I've got it. [God, this is so weird. Looking into his own face like this, speaking with Kazuya's voice.] ...at least for now.
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It’s not his first concern. It stings, but he’s been through worse.
The moment Yu stops shaking is when Kazuya’s breath catches in his throat. The moment his eyes glance elsewhere, look for any other option. An escape, a weapon, something he might need to grab to fend the other off until he can re-establish control over the body he’s in again.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Yu raises his head and looks at him with deep blue eyes, unclouded by desire and rage, and the breath he was holding is exhaled all at once.
His nerves are still shot, but he can only imagine what Yu is going through. Rangda stays at the front of his mind, just in case, but he offers the other a weak smile anyway.]
Would you believe it’s not the first time I’ve been body swapped with someone and they bit me?
[He tries to diffuse the situation, offer a bit of humour to it, even if even he can hear the weak edge to his voice. He waves his bitten, bloodied hand, splattering drops everywhere as if to make a point.]
I've gotta stop being so delicious, I guess.
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The way Kazuya offers a wobbly smile, tries to lighten things even when he sounds shaken... Yu can't help but respond in kind.]
Oh, I absolutely believe it. [The expression he musters up isn't much stronger, but it's a fairly honest hint of a grin.] You are a pretty tasty snack.
[... ... ...
Hmm. That might be a joke too far, actually. His expression quirks into a brief frown as he works to drag his attention away from the blood dripping down Kazuya's hand. But-- it's an uphill battle, and it's one that he thinks he's probably not going to win. Better to head it off entirely, then; to that end, he looks around for a second and...yeah, that'll do. Yu had been wearing a kind of ratty cloak that was serving as some minor protection, before they switched bodies. Now, he reachesout to tear a strip off of the corner and then starts mopping up some of the blood.]
... It won't heal on its own, you know. We need to take care of it.
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Kazuya does jolt a little when he sees Yu start to rip at his cloak, and while it’s not like it was the best to begin with, he still winces at the tear.]
Yeah. I know.
[But… Why is Yu wiping at it?]
You know, I have some pretty excellent healing magic, last I checked.
[Hint hint. Nudge nudge.
It’s kind of funny, though. The metallic smell is strong, but it doesn’t come with any desire to bite down and consume like it has in the past. A hit of normalcy that he hasn’t experienced in a long, long time now, but honestly… Maybe it’s worth it. Maybe this entire experience has been worth it thus far, even with Yu attacking him.
It’s crazy, but the thought makes him laugh. It comes off airy thanks to a sore throat from where Yu’d squeezed, but at the same time… He’s mesmerized by the pain there too. By the stinging as Yu wipes away his blood. By the ache in his throat.
It’s all… Very human.
Right down to his wounds that don’t close immediately.]
Hey… Don’t heal me right away, actually. It’s kind of novel.
[Freak behaviour for sure.]
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You'll have to walk me through how it works. It's not quite the same as mine.
[That said, he doesn't feel as certain about using Kazuya's power; he may have gotten used to keeping so many demons in check, but it's taking a large amount of Yu's focus to do the same. This becomes somewhat more apparent when Kazuya presents his next request. Don't heal me right away. Immediately, his attention is dragged to the droplets of blood still working their way down Kazuya's (Yu's) arm. The spark of delight that tries to work its way into his reaction as his eyes set on the bruise.
Violent delights. It's unsettling, the way the phrase sticks in his mind.
The amount of freak behavior he has to keep a lid on at the moment is overwhelming. The smell of blood is everywhere, sparking in him something that feels almost like hunger, almost like excitement, and he only realizes it when he raises a hand to wipe his mouth and ends up licking his finger instead.
Right now, the body Kazuya is in is very human. It's becoming more and more apparent that the one Yu inhabits is not.]
Are you sure? [It's a combination of concern and attempted restraint that has him asking. He could leave it there, too, of course. But with the peace in his head that feels tentative, at best...he should probably be more detailed.] ... the smell is a lot. It's hard to think about much else.
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[What he doesn't say, is that everything is kind of a marvel. How dulled his senses feel in comparison, even thought the stinging, throbbing pain in his arm is anything but that. He can feel his own heartbeat, but he's deaf to the sound of Yu's in his body. He can tell that there's a small chill in the air, when before he'd always been comfortably, pleasantly warm.
He catches Yu licking his finger, and his own eyes dip his gaze lower, to how the blood is dripping down his arm. What must that be like, for Yu? Who's never had to hold back both predatory instincts as well as the clamouring need for violence? How good does he smell? If he thinks back to the times when Yu's been marginally injured around him...
Ah.
It's probably really rough to deal with, huh?
His gaze snaps back up to Yu, thoughtful, considering. He lifts his arm, holding it upright and only wincing a little bit at how tender it is as the blood starts to flow the other way. There's another beat as Kazuya inspects the wound before suddenly holding it out to Yu.]
You ever wonder what you taste like to me? Wanna find out?
[He shouldn't be doing this. It's not that he doesn't trust Yu, because he does, but he shouldn't be prodding at his resolve so cavalierly when he's only just managed to get himself under control.]
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The rest can easily go unsaid. If this is how Kazuya feels all the time, then Yu can imagine how different he must be feeling right now. Nostalgic, novel -- the details are a little harder to read, but the other boy doesn't seem to dislike it...so it can't be all bad. If Yu can let him have this feeling, then he'd like to do just that.
...
He can tough this out. He can.]
I think I get it. I've never felt anything but human before, and...this is different.
[Novel, in a very different way. Distantly fascinating. Maybe later, when he doesn't smell blood in the air, he'll try to think back on all the observations he's picking up on, the information, the levels of understanding. For now -- it's still a bit of a struggle. That, too, is interesting, in a weird way; the delicate balance held by sheer willpower. But he--
...
is suddenly being presented with an arm. A bloody arm. A delicious-smelling arm. (His own arm.)
... ... ...
The right answer is no. No, he should definitely not try to find out what Kazuya thinks he tastes like. No, this whole situation is freaky enough without adding blood-tasting to the mix. No, this is in no way a good idea and he should probably spend his entire time like this just meditating on inner calm or something.
But that doesn't happen. Instead he takes the offered arm, using every ounce of restraint he has just to keep from biting into the delicate, very human skin.]
I do. Yeah. [ah. He sounds a little more eager than he'd like. He pauses, trying to recover a little more of his composure.] Just-- tell me if I get too rough, okay? I don't want to hurt you.
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[The speed and eagerness at which Yu takes his arm should be alarming. Should be terrifying. And it is, except there’s also a strange acknowledgement he’s made here too: That Yu is safe.
Funny, really. Moments ago the other teen couldn’t control himself, was no better than the wild animal he knows all hungry, starving, ravenous demons can be. The way he holds back from just sinking his teeth into his (Yu’s) arm, though, makes him confident. Even still, his heart hammers and he's sure Yu can hear that rapid pulse. His breath quickens, and the nervousness, the fear that emanates from his body should be more than obvious.
They shouldn’t be doing this.
Kazuya shouldn’t be encouraging this.
Yu shouldn’t be accepting that Kazuya is encouraging this either.
But it brings back to mind of not too long ago when Yu had been a vampire too. When he’d sunk his fangs into him and tasted him then. The sensation there had been addicting, more pleasurable than it had had any right to be, and Kazuya doubts the same will happen here. In fact, he’s fairly confident that whether or not Yu bites down on an entirely new spot, whether he breaks the skin and forms a new wound or simply agitates the still bleeding one, it will hurt.
And Kazuya doesn’t like pain. He’s certain of that.
His fingers twitch as if in this realization, but his arm stays steady in Yu’s grip.
Even still... Having someone know what it's like. Someone who can understand. The draw of that is more alluring than the thought of momentary pain. Novel pain at that.]
Alright.
[He knows that Yu wouldn’t hurt him if he had a choice of it. But this, by it’s very nature is going to hurt. In that same vein, though-]
It might help to calm them too. [Said idly, as if Kazuya just realized something.] It’s been awhile since I had a more demonic bite to eat, you know?
[Not... too long, he’s always been cautious of that, but maybe it might also be a reason for them suddenly becoming rowdy. He doesn't know, he’ll only find out after they figure out how to switch back.
He's going to maintain eye contact with him, if he's able to. Any flicker of red in his gaze that appears, Kazuya wants to see it. He wants to know how it looks from the other end of things, if it does indeed happen.]
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It's a lot. Kazuya says it accurately; all Yu can do is nod.
His heart thuds heavily in his chest even as his mouth waters at the thought. Kazuya so casually calls it a bite to eat, and the part of his brain that understands this as a deeply fucked up moment kind of reels at it. There's a curious part of him that does wonder, though. That does want to know.
And the demons are still there, all crowding the back of his mind with similar thoughts. Tasty! Do it! Ours, ours, ours!
(Kazuya is his, too.)
His eyes flick back and forth, from the blood to Kazuya's (his) eyes, to the wound, to the way his flesh dimples beneath his touch. Back to the blood, the way it drips, the way it forms a line where his finger meets the skin. The small pool of it there. He drags his attention back to Kazuya's eyes -- the eyes he normally sees in the mirror, but not like this. Never like this. He holds his attention there.
It's definitely going to hurt.
He raises Kazuya's arm to his mouth and slowly, very tentatively, bites down.]
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But he is doing it.
Kazuya's breath hitches as Yu finally moves. Not once does he take his eyes off of him, morbid curiousity arising the moment he feels the sharp cut of enamel against his skin. It's a lot. His heart races, and his flesh yields all too easily to teeth.
Kazuya winces, a brief moment where he reflexively tries to pull away causing his arm to tear just that little bit more before he can stop himself and get his reactions under control. It hurts, just as he knew it would. There isn't anything rewarding about this pain, is there? He tries to think, and all he can come up with is-
Yes.
Yes, there is.
Yu is doing this. Yu has him on the backfoot in such a strange way. It's frightening, to be consumed, even if Kazuya knows (hopes) it won't actually go that far. He bites his own lip, makes a-
Surprisingly eager whimper that comes out through his nose.
It startles him. What makes this worth it? Is it because he trusts Yu to reign himself in? Is it because for a change he's the one who's at the mercy of someone else? Someone he trusts to not take things too far?
There's confliction in the pain. He doesn't like it, but he... He's alright with it too, in a way. It makes him feel needed and wanted and there's a strange warmth that also flows through him too. He's quiet, so very quiet other than those two noises he'd made.
Equally quiet is his breathless, clearly conflicted question: ]
... It's good, right?
[ Can Yu taste everything he's going through? The emotions that are laden in his body, the fear, the insecurities, the confliction and the low want starting up?
Can he taste himself beyond that? The indescribable taste of the air before a storm? The earthy, yet savoury-sweetness of him? Or are those qualities tied to Yu's very soul? It's so strange. ]
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Wrong. So very, very wrong.
The differences become horrifically apparent the moment he bites down. A cheer of jubilant satisfaction that crowds his...head? His soul? Whatever you might call it, the demons he shares this space with are thoroughly pleased; excited; encouraging. But even they pale in comparison to the taste, to the burst of emotions that feels familiar simply because Yu has lived them: fear, conflict, dedication, desire. The whimper lingers in his ears, making it hard to tell whether that desire comes from Kazuya or from himself, or both of them.
Because he, too, wants.
The taste itself is both foreign and familiar, the same way Kazuya's voice sounds coming out of his mouth like this. Familiar, recognizable, but somehow different. Separate. A bizarre mix of both of them that he drinks down eagerly. He would swallow Kazuya entirely if he could, if the demons had anything to say about it. It would be easy.
It's good, right?
Desire singing in his ears almost drowns out the voice.]
Mm, [his response is a low, rumbly hum, awed and wanting. Is this how Kazuya feels all the time? Is this what he has to keep under control? Does he know how strong he is? Because Yu feels slightly like he's on the verge of going insane -- like it's some bizarre fever dream that he has to wake up from. He can't begin to fathom how it must feel to be like this all the time.
So he doesn't think about it at all.]
It is. [He only lets go in order to answer the question, to lick up small rivulets of blood around the wound. There's a sudden spike of affection -- he can't tell whether that comes from Kazuya or from him, but he feels emboldened by it to press soft kisses around the edges of the wound as well.] It's amazing. You're amazing.
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It reminds him of the first day of the lock down. It reminds him of barely making it out of a few scraps, of being saved by Amane from being killed, of collapsing in an exhausted heap on the ground in the cemetary.
It reminds him just how powerless he’d felt.
This is a different kind of powerlessness. It’s not bad, it’s an understanding. That even should he fight back with all his might and rally with everything he had, there would be no way to stop Yu from consuming him as he pleased.
And Yu is so quiet as he drinks from him. Does he feel the urge to clamp his teeth down and pull? To rend flesh from his arm and swallow a chunk victoriously?
He must. Kazuya knows he feels that urge too. Yu surely is aware of how easy it would be to overpower him, and Kazuya can’t help that momentary thought as the other gives that rumbling sound that he’s swear travels all the way up his arm, and then sits low in his stomach.
It’s not helped when a hot tongue licks the area around the wound. It stings. It’s painful, and once more Kazuya flinche only to be soothed by the (also painful) press of lips to the area. To the praise that comes next.
It’s baffling. Yu thinks he’s amazing. For what? For being weird enough to want someone else to experience what he goes through? For being enough of an asshole to ask that of someone he cares about, simply because he wants to be selfish for a moment and have someone else know about the desires he has? The true ones, nestled deep in his body, the ones he plays down and stomps on until they’re ground beneath his heel.
But they always come back. They’re like weeds, like that.]
I’m not. You’re the one who- [His breath hitches. It’s coming too fast. Too nervous, and so Kazuya shakes his head, trying to calm himself.] You’re doing this. Holding back like that. It’s crazy, you know? You’ve got way more strength than me.
[Physical, for sure. But the mental fortitude that Yu has? It’s incredible, the fact that he’s not just a smear on the ground right now. That he still has lungs to draw breath in.
And Yu still kisses him so sweetly. Despite all of this. Despite everything Kazuya has asked of him. Awkwardly, a shaking arm comes up, touch slow and nervous as he forces his hand to press to the back of Yu's- (his own) neck, to try and coax him in for a kiss, even despite the blood. He wants to return that sweetness, to share in that affection and make sure that above all, Yu knows how grateful he is, despite the fear, despite the trepidation and anxiety. Despite the worry.
He wants to be clear that no matter what, there is love, beyond all else he can taste.]
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You've got way more strength than me.
He thinks he can feel a difference, though: where Kazuya is able to keep these impulses in line every day, they're lying in wait for Yu, holding on until he relaxes by a sliver. As soon as he loosens his grip, they'll be there -- so it's unsustainable, in a way. He's so much more used to working with this sort of presence. A collaboration, rather than a battle.]
I couldn't do it forever. It's exhausting.
[Well, that's one way to put it, at least. Unsustainable. Unrelenting. He wants absolutely none of it, especially when Kazuya puts a hand to the back of his neck, and he has to stop himself from focusing overmuch on the face he's looking at, the face he's so used to seeing in the mirror, swallowing thickly as he tries to forget the taste of blood in his mouth.
(But it's so good, all the same--)
The horrible truth is that nothing radiating off of Kazuya tastes as good as the fear. Yu can suss some of it out: restrained concern; budding desire; worry; courage; love. But it's fear that lingers at the back of his mouth, tantalizing, bidding him to get another bite, another mouthful. The kiss is good, so very good, but it doesn't do nearly enough to sate the part of him that wants more.
He leans into the kiss, because when it's Kazuya, he can never really get enough of this. Never wants to. But his hand moves, all the same, to squeeze the other boy's arm, near his wound, wondering if it'll spark another moment of that feeling. Something he can get a taste for even in a kiss.]
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But Yu kisses him, and it’s novel. It’s his own mouth against him, but his body is inhabited by someone else. He can taste blood on the others lips, but it doesn’t carry that same sweet, invigorating taste. It’s metallic and sharp, almost more of a warning that this isn’t normal than something he actively engages in feeding off of.
It really, really doesn’t taste good.
But he likes that too. And he wonders if the low-toned whimper that escapes his mouth against Yu when he squeezes his arm so painfully tight is liked in turn.
It’s funny. It’s not hard to spike his heartbeat, like this. There’s no calm assurance that no matter what happens, he can deal with it. That he’ll be fine.
He’s so utterly human. And humans feel fear much more readily. Logical or illogical, it doesn’t matter how Kazuya tells himself that Yu would never really hurt him, that there’s no way the other boy would kill him. It’s lingers in the back of his head, a worry no matter how much he tries to address it.
So Yu will taste that fear as he squeezes Kazuya’s arm. Any rough treatment will garner it, will spike his pulse and make his heart race.
He pulls away from the kiss, breathing faster. Understanding is clear in his eyes.]
It’s because you have a soul. It’s easier for me because I don’t. There’s nothing to latch onto.
[But that isn’t bad either. And Kazuya crashes his lips against Yu’s more urgently this time. The desperation building in his body, the fight or flight that comes only from having been in the positions he’s been in where he really could have been consumed; it needs an outlet. And Yu is conveniently right here.]
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But...
But a little is fine, right...?
Souls. Demons. Desires. All of this is a little over his head, when he tries to think about it consciously. He never thought of Kazuya as someone lacking a soul, and he has no idea what kind of difference that could make. Maybe it's just proof of how little he knows about demons. Maybe his lack of knowledge in this area is part of what makes him weak to their influence, too. Either way -- he locks eyes with the other boy as he speaks, setting aside the weirdness of it to read the expression written there.]
Mm-- [he wanted to respond, though he's not sure how. His head is fogged up with desire -- not just the strange, powerful arousal pulsing through him with every taste of fear, but something deep and powerful that wants to give into those irresistible hints of humanity. He could eat them all up and they would be delicious.
But Kazuya kisses him again, urgent, insistent, and Yu is just as eager to give into his own desire. He's forceful as he kisses back, demanding entry into the other boy's mouth, squeezing the wound a little harder in search of another addictive spike of pain. He's already thinking about where else he can get it from -- the places where his own body is sensitive; weak. For now, he tries to tease pleasure out of him too, carding his other hand through Kazuya's hair, fingers scraping against his scalp.]
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Kazuya doesn’t like pain. He never has. But he also can’t deny that there’s something here, something more to it. That even though Yu’s grip hurts, that even though he’s rough and seemingly intent on causing pain simply to feast on it, Kazuya can’t entirely say he dislikes it either. It must be something about how he knows it’s Yu that’s letting him take some measure of enjoyment from it. Knowing that he’s enjoying tasting what he’s feeling… It’s not so different than what he’s done for Makoto, is it? Letting himself be harmed for another's pleasure.
Though, maybe-
He pulls away from the kiss, greedily gulping down air that his lungs burn with the need for. A novel sensation as he pants, but doesn’t pull away any further.]
‘S your body, Yu. [Just so he knows.] You get to do whatever you want with it. To it. I’m just along for the ride.
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