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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Ferid_Bathory/Hyakuya_Mikaela, Hyakuya_Mikaela/Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Ferid
      Bathory/Hyakuya_Mikaela/Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Hyakuya_Mikaela/Ichinose
      Guren, Hiiragi_Shinoa/Hyakuya_Mikaela
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Alternate_Universe, Rope_Bondage, Other_Additional
      Tags_to_Be_Added, Frottage, Dubious_Consent, Drunk_Sex, Bottom_Mikaela,
      Obsessive_Behavior, Demon!Yuu, Out_of_Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-02 Completed: 2015-12-18 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 15433
****** Halloween Drabbles ******
by Karla_Writes
Summary
     Short drabbles inspired by Halloween. All containing Bottom Mika,
     various pairings and warnings. See individual chapter for specific
     warnings.
     Requests for Halloween Drabbles are CLOSED.
Notes
     A one month celebration of the lovely month of Halloween, ahem, I
     mean October. Please mind the tags, and as always thank you for
     reading.
***** Ferid/Mika Drabble: NSFW, Non-con, Bondage, AU *****
He was past the point of crying now. Even if he still felt the need, he doubted
there was enough water left in his body to produce tears.
He shifted from one knee to the other, trying to ignore the dull ache of his
arms and back. He could try pulling on the ropes around his wrists, but he was
afraid it would only result in him cutting up his wrists again. The last thing
he wanted was to start bleeding. That…that thing that brought him here seemed
to like the smell of blood.
Mikaela shuddered, recalling the frighteningly red eyes he’d awoken to more
than two weeks ago. At least, he thought it was two weeks. He’d lost count of
the sunsets after he’d been blindfolded for what seemed like an eternity.
All he could do was wait and worry over the ones he’d left behind. Had they all
eaten? Were they safe?
His thoughts were abruptly cut off when the door on the other side of the room
opened. He involuntarily pulled on the rope keeping him tied to the wall when
he saw who walked in. For the last days the only people he’d seen had worn
masks, their short visits only consisting of giving him very little food and
locking him into an adjoining bathroom until he relieved himself.
“You are looking exceptionally well today.” Mikaela’s breath hitched when he
saw the unnaturally sharp teeth peeking out from behind the man’s mouth. The
man came closer and Mikaela recoiled, the rope at his wrists scraping his skin.
“S-stay away!” Mikaela tried his best to sound firm, but his voice wavered.
“I really must apologize for my rude behavior. I haven’t even introduced myself
yet.” The man grinned eerily. He was only inches away.
“You may call me Ferid.” The man continued as if Mikaela’s outburst hadn’t
happened. “And, you of course, are Mikaela, or…what is it that little family of
yours calls you?”
Mikaela froze, fear seeping from every pore on his body.
“Ah, that’s right. Mika-chan.”
“Please…” Mikaela struggled against the rope, finally meeting the man’s amused
red eyes, “Please don’t hurt them.”
The man, Ferid, leaned down, his hand coming to the side of Mikaela’s face. He
tried not to flinch, but failed.
“I won’t hurt them,” He grew closer, licking his lips. “As long as you do what
I tell you.”
Mikaela nodded furiously.
“Good boy.”
                                       …
Mikaela tried not to cry out as Ferid pushed his hips down, his bound hands
having found their way around the man’s neck. He was currently sitting on the
man’s lap, sweat dripping down his chin.
“You taste almost as good as you feel.” Ferid growled against his collarbone,
tongue gliding over his fluttering pulse point.
Mikaela was terrified, but he wouldn’t allow this man to hurt his family.
“Move your hips.” It was a clear order.
Mikaela wasn’t sure what to do. His thighs trembled as he tried to lift himself
up, groaning when he felt the man move inside of him. He did this again and
again, getting into a steady rhythm when Ferid’s fingers dug into his hips,
guiding him.  
“Fear smells good on you.” The words brushed against his lips, before he was
pulled into a rough kiss. He wanted to move away, scared that the man’s sharp
teeth would cut him. The more he fidgeted, the more the man thrust his hips up,
nearly bouncing Mikaela on his lap.
Nails bit into his flesh, causing Mikaela to arch his back and yelp.
“That’s it, scream for me. Scream all you like, no one will hear you.” The low
chuckle that rumbled Ferid’s chest had Mikaela’s blood running cold. He
squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lip, and prayed up at the empty sky.
***** Yuu/Mika Drabble NSFW: light bondage, frottage, *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuu suffers moments where the Seraph takes over him, Mika is
     determined to help him through it. Kind of AU-ish since Mika has been
     living with Yuu and the rest of Shinoa's squad for a while now.
It was the only way to keep him from hurting others; from hurting himself.
Mikaela had hounded Guren for months now, demanding answers and only receiving
frustrated looks. The older man never grew tired of repeating that he had no
idea why Yuu reacted this way. He had not been part of the team that had made
the Hyakuya project, so he had no answers to give.
“Keep him restrained and out of trouble. If there is even one sign of you not
being in control of the situation, he will be brought in and kept under
observation here. Do you understand?”  
Mika recalled how he’d bit back the words rising in his throat, choosing
instead to nod obediently and remove himself from Guren’s presence before he
did anything he would regret. That’d been two months ago, and Mika was still
convinced they were keeping something from him, from all of them.
“If you don’t feel up to it tonight, we can do it, Mikaela-kun.” Yoichi spoke
up from somewhere behind him. Mika shook his head, managing to keep his voice
from sounding too strained. He was tired, but he wouldn’t leave Yuu alone.
“I’m alright. Besides, he gets more agitated when there are…humans present.”
The more time he spent around Yuu’s little group, the more he felt like a part
of them. So much so, that he sometimes had to remind himself that he was
something they were not.
“We’ll be here, as always.” Shinoa said, her eyes more guarded than usual. He
glanced at the rest of the group and could sense the worry rolling off of them.
Not knowing what else to say, Mika turned and headed for the room Yuu was being
kept in.
The room was small and bare, with no windows and only one door. The only source
of light was the dim glow of the lamp on the ceiling. In the middle of the
desolate room sat Yuu, arms and legs bound tightly around the heavy steel chair
bolted to the floor.
Yuu’s head snapped up when Mika closed the door behind him, the automatic lock
clicking sharply in the silence. For a moment, all Yuu did was sniff the air,
his red eyes flickering in every direction.
Mika stepped closer, keeping one hand firm on the hilt of his sword. He’d
noticed how each time Yuu went through one of these episodes, by the next one
he seemed more coherent. He no longer screamed his throat raw over
killing human sinners. Last time, Mika could have sworn he’d seen a spark of
recognition in those unnaturally blood red eyes.
“Yuu-chan.” Mika murmured as he took another step, a dull ache settling in his
chest at the sight of Yuu. He was nothing but a mindless creature now, his will
having been stripped of him for the remaining hours this current episode
lasted.
When Yuu’s eyes slid over to him, Mika almost hesitated. He pushed through,
knowing he hadn’t imagined Yuu’s moments of coherency. Slowly, Mika reached out
for Yuu, his fingers brushing against inky black hair. Yuu’s eyes never left
his, his body rigid but not threatening. He let his hand trail down Yuu’s
temple, the skin under his fingers hot.
It happened in the moment Mika became distracted by Yuu leaning into his touch.
For a fraction of a second, Yuu’s eyes changed back to green, confusion
swimming in their depths. Mika watched as Yuu opened his mouth, but before he
could form words, his eyes drowned in a sea of red.
There was no time for Mika to feel disappointment. In a flurry of movement, Yuu
surged forward, his sheer power breaking the clasps pinning him to the chair.
They tumbled over, Mika ending up on his back with Yuu holding him down. Fear
spiked his pulse, a chill wracking his body.
Yuu stared down at him, his usually lost gaze eerily focused. He was in there
somewhere. Under the influence of the Seraph, Yuu was struggling to claw his
way out. Mika wanted to reach up and touch his face again, but Yuu’s hold was
too strong.
“It’s me, Yuu-chan.” Mika tried to jar Yuu’s subconscious. He shifted his legs,
unknowingly brushing up against Yuu. A shock went through Mika when he felt Yuu
echo his movement. Yuu ground his hips down, his grip on Mika’s wrists
tightening.
Mika opened and closed his mouth a few times, completely taken off guard by the
actions of the boy above him. An intense blush filled his cheeks when Yuu
leaned over his face and neck, inhaling deeply. The movement of his hips didn’t
lessen, each dry thrust causing Mika’s legs to spread a little more.
Embarrassment grew into mortification when Mika felt a soft moan leave his
lips. His involuntarily reaction only spurred Yuu on, his movements nothing
less of erratic.
Mika shuddered and bit down on his lip when he felt himself being pushed over
the edge. He wanted nothing more than to hide himself in shame, but Yuu’s steel
grip prevented him from even budging. As he tried to regain control of his
breathing, he felt Yuu tense up above him, a shuddering breath leaving the
other’s mouth.
A soft oomph was pulled out of Mika as Yuu’s full weight landed on top of him,
his wrists finally regaining their freedom.
Carefully, Mika nudged Yuu’s shoulder, not knowing if the other had finally
reclaimed his mind. His answer came in the form of his name being called out.
Yuu pushed himself up, disoriented and confused. Mika eyed him cautiously,
looking for any signs that he was still not himself. A moment passed where they
just stared at each other, and then Yuu took notice of their positions and
scrambled to his feet.  
“Wh-what happened? Why were you…and I was…” Yuu was stuttering by the time Mika
got to his feet, their faces the same shade of pink.
“You know, that isn’t exactly being in control of the situation.” Guren’s
deeply amused voice had them both whipping their heads toward the now opened
door. It all came back to Mika in rush.
The room had surveillance cameras.
Before he let his emotions get the better of him, Mika glared up at Guren
before he took Yuu’s hand and bolted out of the room. He ignored everyone else
as he pulled Yuu along toward the privacy of their shared room. They had many
things to discuss, like how the Seraph’s influence over Yuu had only lasted a
fraction of the time it usually did, and…
Well, Mika wouldn’t mind to repeat what they’d done before without having any
nosy cameras around.  
***** Ferid/Mika/Yuu: NSFW, Orgasm Denial, Modern AU (office au) *****
Chapter Summary
     *Drunk sex, dub-con, excess of non-smut sorry
Yuu had not wanted to come. In all honesty, he hated any events where he had to
dress up and wear a tie; there was a reason why he preferred Hiiragi Inc., and
it had all to do with the casual dress code.
The only bright side of this entire ordeal was the prospect of seeing Mika.
This past month both of their jobs had kept them busy enough that they’d only
communicated through sparse text messages. He’d considered skipping a day of
work in order to visit the other, but he knew he would’ve only been greeted
with a scowl and an order to return to his duties.
“Looking for your cute blond?” Yuu didn’t have to turn around to know there was
a wide smirk plastered over Shinoa’s face. Shinoa had looked like she’d struck
gold the day she found out that Yuu was going out with the Executive Secretary
of Sanguinem Corp. He mostly ignored her quips of how they were in a modern
retelling of star-crossed lovers.
“Have you seen him?” Yuu asked, his eyes glancing around the large room. He met
the eyes of a few coworkers and people he only knew from brief meetings, but he
did not see any trace of the blond hair he knew so well.
“I saw him talking with Bathory, real hush-hush, and when they spotted me I was
asked to tell you that they’d be waiting for you here.” Shinoa pushed a card
into his hand. Yuu stared down at it and found black printed numbers on the
white surface.
“I know you trust Mikaela, but I don’t trust that other man, so make sure not
to get into anything I’m going to have to clean up later, understand?” Yuu’s
eyes widened upon hearing her suddenly serious tone. They hadn’t had any
problems with Sanguinem, but Yuu knew there were a few things the company did
that weren’t exactly legal. Mika assured him that as far as he knew, Krul
Tepes, Sanguinem’s current CEO, ran things smoothly, however; he’d made clear
that he couldn’t say that for all of the other members.  
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Yuu said before he slipped out of the
buzzing conference room, having completely missed Shinoa’s wary frown.
By the time he reached the hotel room the card had indicated, Yuu nearly barged
in without knocking. He forced himself to remain still and knock on the door,
he fixed his hair and clothes a little, trying not to look as if he’d ran the
whole way there.
“Ah, good of you to join us, Yuichirou.” The words came as the door opened,
revealing a smiling Ferid Bathory. He nodded tersely, and pushed into the room
without waiting for the man to invite him in. His shoulder’s immediately
relaxed when he found Mika sitting in one of the plush sofas circling a small
center table, a glass of wine delicately held in one of his hands. He made his
way next to the blond, offering a small smile and getting one in return.
“So, what’s going on?” He meant the question to only be for Mika, so he scowled
when Ferid replied.
“Now, now, things can’t all be business, how boring would that be?” Yuu quirked
a brow when a glass of wine was handed to him. He looked to Mika and saw the
blond roll his eyes in annoyance.
“He isn’t here to hear you prattle on, Ferid.” Mika broke in, his tone dry. He
turned toward Yuu, “As much as he hates to admit it, he knows how good you’ve
done in your department and wants to consult with you.” Mika sipped at his wine
after he was done explaining.
“You’re no fun, Mika.” Ferid drew out the last syllable of Mika’s name, eyes
fixed steadily on the blond. Yuu shifted a little, seeing something in Ferid’s
gaze, he just couldn’t place it. Not yet.
“I’m simply here as a buffer, so you two get to it. I’d like to return before
dinner is served.” With that Mika crossed his legs and waved for Ferid to
continue.
Yuu was almost surprised by how easy it was to talk to Ferid when they kept
things strictly focused on work. He was glad that the reason Ferid wanted to
meet was in order to receive advice and not for anything else that might get
him fired or arrested. He should have known better, after all, Mika wouldn’t
willingly participate in anything like that.
Yuu set down his empty glass when he started to feel a little light-headed. He
couldn’t recall how many glasses he’d had already, with Ferid filling up both
his and Mika’s glass at every chance he got and their discussion taking longer
than he’d expected. He was currently looking over some paperwork Ferid had
asked him to look over, but his mind refused to focus on the small printed
letters.
“It looks like someone can’t hold their liquor.” Ferid chuckled, his words
causing Yuu to snap his head in his direction, ready to glare and say he was
not affected at all. His words died in his throat when he noticed that Ferid
was not talking about him.
“I’m doing just…fine, thank you.” Mika’s words weren’t slurred but they did
hold a little sway, as if he had to concentrate really hard before he could get
them out. His cheeks were flushed, the lovely pink color spreading down his
neck and disappearing under the collar of the white button-down shirt he wore.
Yuu was about to laugh as well, when he caught sight of Ferid’s gaze. This time
he did recognize what was flashing through the man’s eyes.
Desire.
“Shall I move you to the bed, darling?” Ferid’s casual tone didn’t quite fit
the words he’d just said. Yuu’s eyes narrowed. Since when did he call
Mika darling?
His lip curled in annoyance when Ferid came next to Mika, hands dangerously
close to the drunk blond.
“No, I’m fine.” Mika insisted, glowering up at Ferid. This only caused the man
to smirk.
“I’m not so sure about that, what do you think, Yuichirou?” Ferid’s hand was
now on Mika’s hair, fingers threading through the golden tresses.
Yuu was outraged, or at least, he thought he should be, but anger was not at
the forefront in the emotions currently swirling in his stomach. The moment he
heard a soft gasp leave Mika’s lips, he knew he was beyond screwed.
“Wha–what are you doing?” Mika’s voice staggered when Ferid moved in closer,
sitting on the blond’s other side.  
“Nothing to fret over, darling. Besides, it seems like your precious Yuu is
enjoying the view.” Ferid’s smirk was now directed at Yuu, his hands trailing
down Mika’s chest. Mika squirmed, his face now burning red.
“I’m…” Yuu trailed off, feeling as if he should be trying to slap Ferid’s hands
away, instead the lower Ferid’s hands went, the harder his cock got.
Ferid shifted their positions, moving Mika so he could sit himself behind the
blond, leaving Mika to face Yuu, blue eyes dazed and lips parted. With a shock,
Yuu noticed that Mika was also hard, his trousers doing a terrible job at
hiding his erection.
“A little fun won’t be so bad, would it?” Ferid’s nose was already nuzzling
Mika’s neck, drawing out a long moan. That had Yuu moving.
He took hold of Mika’s arms and pulled him forward, their chests touching
before he pressed their lips together. Mika immediately opened his mouth, their
tongues gliding against each other as Yuu ran his hand through Mika’s hair, his
grip tightening in the way Mika liked. It was as if he wanted to show Ferid he
knew exactly how Mika liked being held.
He pulled away and was satisfied with the wanton look on Mika’s face. His
satisfaction lasted very little as Ferid moved in behind Mika, hands eagerly
undoing Mika’s shirt, revealing the pale flesh Yuu loved to cover in love
bites.  
“If you only stay there and stare, I won’t have any problem playing with him by
myself.” Ferid said, fingers starting on the button on Mika’s trousers. This
time, Yuu did slap his hand away.
Mika was mumbling his name as he pulled down his pants, only hesitating
slightly before he also pulled down the blond’s underwear as well. Mika
shuddered when the cool air hit his naked body.
“Just as beautiful as I imagined.” Ferid murmured against Mika’s shoulder, his
fingers teasing the blond’s nipples, each twist drawing out a whine from Mika.
Mika’s hands found their way around Yuu’s neck when Ferid began thrusting
against his bare ass, his moans an octave higher. Yuu held him close with one
hand, his other slipping down to Mika’s cock, thumb circling the wet slit.  
“Yuu! If you…I’m not—” Mika cried out, hips bucking desperately against Yuu’s
hand.
Ferid hummed, moving his hands from Mika’s chest to his ass. He was pleasantly
surprised to find the blond properly stretched and lubed.
“So eager to have fun with your lover’s cock, huh?” A sharp intake of breath
was his only reply as he slid two fingers into Mika. He curled them, knowing
exactly where he should touch in order to make Mika scream. The sound pierced
the air, embedding itself into Ferid’s mind.
“Any more than that and you won’t get your hand back.” Yuu growled, eyes
narrowing dangerously. It seemed the wine was finally leaving his system. Ferid
simply smiled back, making a show of licking at Mika’s neck. He wanted nothing
more than to bury himself inside the blond, savoring the heat around his cock
until he couldn’t take it anymore. Yuu’s warning wasn’t an empty threat though,
he knew that. All he needed was a little taste of Mika, a bit of what he’d
always fantasied about.
“Turn him around?” Ferid knew it was a long shot. He’d half expected to have
Yuu kick him out at any moment, but it hadn’t happened yet, so perhaps the man
was actually enjoying this.
Ferid grinned as Yuu helped Mika turn around, his blue eyes falling on his
before they quickly dropped down. Ferid didn’t allow Mika such a show of
modesty now, he took hold of the blond’s chin and guided his mouth to his. His
kiss was not as gentle as Yuu’s. As soon as he coaxed Mika to open his mouth,
he plundered in, his teeth nipping on the soft, pink lips.
Yuu watched as Ferid guided Mika’s hand to the front of his pants. It was
strange that even if he did feel the need to pull Mika away, part of him wanted
to see Mika’s hand wrapped around another man’s cock as he fucked him.
Mika was desperate now, Yuu could tell by the way he grunted and rolled his
hips. Yuu had slowly thrust into him, filling him until his balls grazed the
blond’s ass. One of his hands was gripping Mika’s waist, the other wound
tightly around his cock, keeping him from coming.
He couldn’t remember how long they’d been at it, him maintaining slow, shallow
thrusts while Ferid teased and sucked at Mika’s nipples and neck. Mika had gone
from threatening them to begging to sobbing out a mess of jumbled words. Yuu
would feel guiltier about denying him his release if Mika didn’t sound so good
as he cried out.    
He caught sight of Ferid then, and gave another sharp thrust.
No, he wouldn’t let Mika come. Not as long as Ferid was still with them. As
much as he’d shared with the other man tonight, that part of Mika was his
alone, no one else’s.
***** Yuu/Mika Drabble NSFW: angel!Mika, demon!Yuu, AU, love-hate *****
Chapter Summary
     *ooc, bully!Yuu, nonsense
“Shouldn’t you be off haunting houses somewhere?” Mikaela drawled, not even
bothering to look up from his parchment of paper. He’d had enough of
Yuichirou’s silly little games. He had a job to do, and playing with
mischievous demons was not one of them.
“Why in such a hurry, Mika?” Mikaela stopped when a shadow fell over him. He
sighed, neatly folding his parchment into a little square. He considered simply
flying out of Yuu’s range, but he knew just how fast Yuu was.
Mikaela flinched when he felt fingers brush against the outer feathers of his
wings. He took a step back, tucking his wings close to his back and throwing a
sharp look toward the smirking demon.
“Get out of my way, Yuu. Unlike you, I don’t get to slack around and do
nothing.” Mika kept his voice hard, intending to side-step the towering figure
in front of him. He’d just made it a few steps ahead, preparing to stretch his
wings to take off, when a large hand fell on his forearm, gripping him tightly.
“Not so fast, little angel. I’m not done with you yet.” Yuu’s words grazed his
ear, the warm rush of air causing Mika’s back to go rigid. His entire body
filled with heat when Yuu’s hands circled his waist, keeping him caged in his
arms.
“Having you near always excites me, did you know?” Yuu was murmuring against
his hair, pressing himself flush against Mika. Mika jumped when he felt Yuu’s
hips jerk against his backside. He tried spreading his wings in order to get
away, but Yuu’s close proximity didn’t allow him that.
“We can’t, not here.” Mika hissed when Yuu’s fingers sneaked inside his robe.
They were in the middle of a clearing just on the outskirts of a nearby town.
Rule number one of their job is discretion.
Yuu chuckled as he began sucking on Mika’s pulse point, fingers caressing the
soft skin under Mika’s silky white robe.
“No one will come here. I wouldn’t allow anyone else to lay their eyes on you
when you’re like this.” Even as Yuu said this, Mika wanted to argue. His
arrogance was infuriating, even more so when those rough words stirred
something inside his stomach.
Mika didn’t get to say anything else as he was suddenly pushed to the ground.
He gasped in fear when he thought he would land on his back, possibly injuring
the delicate bones of his wings. A tightly wound arm around his waist dissolved
his fears, Yuu was holding him up, making sure his wings stayed a few inches
above the ground. His feelings of gratitude were replaced with a scowl when he
saw a smirk stretch itself across Yuu’s lips.  
“You should know by now I wouldn’t hurt you, my little angel. At least, not
much.” Whatever Mika was going to reply was lost when he felt an oiled finger
slip into him. He hadn’t even noticed when Yuu had conjured up a bottle of oil.
Mika closed his eyes as Yuu’s finger moved inside of him, bucking his hips at
the familiar sensation. It’d been a mistake to let this carry on for so long.
He knew the risks involved, but temptation had proven itself stronger than he
was. Mika cried out when another finger pushed in, barely giving him any pause
before Yuu unremorsefully added a third. He arched his back, enjoying the
squeeze of the hand on his waist as he did so.
An embarrassing squeak left his lips as he was suddenly pulled forward, the
fingers disappearing from inside of him. His narrowed eyes immediately landed
on Yuu.
“Can’t let you have all the fun.” Yuu said, letting his hands rest at Mika’s
hips. Mika was now fully seated on top of Yuu’s hips, a distinct hardness
pressing against his ass. He bit his lip, knowing exactly what Yuu wanted of
him. It was embarrassing, to say the least. Yuu’s heated gaze bore into him as
he raised his hips a little, slowly guiding himself down onto Yuu’s hard cock.
He heard Yuu groan and had to restrain the urge to lean down and smash their
lips together. Instead, Mika brought his hands to Yuu’s black hair, fingers
tracing the base of the horns protruding from Yuu’s forehead.
They stayed like that for a moment, with Mika threading his hands through Yuu’s
hair and Yuu drawing lazy circles on the blond’s hips.
“If you stay like that any longer, I’ll be tempted to keep you for the entire
day.” Mika looked down at Yuu’s eyes once he said this, finding that although
he spoke in a joking tone, his expression was serious. Heat rushed to his
cheeks once more, and this time Mika didn’t resist the urge to kiss Yuu. He
kept a strong grip on soft black hair, as he poured himself into the kiss,
moaning when Yuu gave a shallow thrust.      
He wanted to kick himself for once again giving in, but the shiver of pleasure
that raced down his back as Yuu’s thrust increased in rhythm made his self-
loathing fly out of his mind, at least for now.
***** Ferid/Mika Drabble SFW: Zombie AU, Manipulation *****
Chapter Summary
     Ferid has a special way for manipulating Mika into working for him,
     but Mika plans to escape.
     *Character Death
 
Mikaela stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders in what he thought
would be a menacing pose. By the wry smile he received from the older man, he
knew he looked nothing more than the sacred little boy he would always be.
“You said…” Mikaela paused when his voice shook. “You said that if I brought
back enough supplies, you’d let me see him.” He continued, voice firmer.
“Ah, that’s right.” Ferid clapped his hands, “If you brought enough, and
unfortunately you did not.” Ferid shrugged his shoulder lazily, fingering the
stack of papers on his desk. He picked up one and promptly ignored Mikaela.
Mikaela stared, anger boiling in his stomach. His hand edged to the sword
resting on his hip, the urge to kill the man before him stronger than ever
before. He gritted his teeth when Ferid’s cold eyes landed on his.
“You can kill me if you want, Mika.” Ferid’s smirk sent a dreaded shiver down,
“Just know that poor Yuichirou’s blood will be on your hands.” That sucked all
of the strength from Mikaela’s body.
Ferid sighed, moving to Mikaela’s side, “One more run to the city, and I’ll
take you to him, alright?” Ferid brushed Mikaela’s hair back, peering into
guarded blue eyes. Mikaela frowned, but nodded his acceptance. He had no other
choice.
                                       …
“You are a fool if you think you’ll get away with this.” Mitsuba hissed under
her breath, eyeing the guards that roamed a few feet away from them.
“And, what does it say about you? Following a fool’s plans so easily.” Mikaela
whispered back. Mitsuba didn’t respond right away, and Mikaela knew what she
wanted to say. Yuichirou was important to her, he was important to all of them,
and they would not leave him behind.
“Did Shinoa and Kimizuki respond already?” Mikaela asked once one of the guards
rounded a corner.
“They are ready.” A pause.
“Don’t you dare die, Mikaela.” With Mitsuba left his side, the shadows of the
night hiding her form as she moved toward her target.
                                       …
The alarm was blaring, and that could only mean something had gone wrong. He
tried not to think about who’d been injured, or worse; killed.
“Yuu?” His voice was tight, the strain of the emotions warring inside of him
constricting his chest. He moved carefully through the cluttered room, the
flashlight shaking in his hand as something rattled further ahead. He swallowed
around the lump in his throat, his grip on his sword tightening.
It was when he saw the source of the sound that Mikaela finally understood.
His sword clattered loudly as it fell to the floor, his trembling hands guiding
the light toward the glass in front of him.
“It didn’t have to be this way.”
Mikaela spun around as he heard Ferid’s voice break through the alarm and the
rattling. The stinging of unshed tears caused his vision to blur, but he could
hear the smirk in the man’s voice.
“If you’d only listened, obeyed, Yuichirou wouldn’t be in the state he’s in.”
Ferid stepped closer, shaking his head. “And, now, your dear friends had to pay
the consequences for your foolish plans. Will you ever learn not to bite the
hand that feeds you, Mika?” Ferid’s hands were on him, their soft touch greatly
contradicting the man’s cold tone.
A sobbed wracked his body, and he shut his eyes.
The alarm was shut off, the rattling morphed to erratic banging.
“…I’m sorry.” Mikaela murmured, squeezing his eyes as the image of Yuichirou’s
dead, sunken eyes assaulted his mind.  
“Oh, darling,” Ferid crooned, his fingers brushing away Mikaela’s tears.
“He’ll never forgive you.” Ferid’s grip became steel, forcing Mikaela to look
up at him, “None of them will.”
***** Guren/Mika SFW: Obsession, Dark, Possessed!Guren, AU *****
Chapter Summary
     The newest chapter got me inspired to write possessed!Guren, as far
     from canon as I think he'll ever be so sorry about that. Mahiru likes
     pretty things, Mika is the target of both of their obsessions.
     *allusions to non-con
 
“Where are you going?”
Mikaela tensed, eyeing the hand that fell next to his head. He pressed himself
closer to the wall, failing to keep the cringe off his face. He hadn’t realized
Guren had been looking at him. During the entire meeting, Mikaela had kept
himself busy with listening to the upcoming plans for a counter attack,
completely unaware of the violet eyes following his every move.
“Well?” Guren was now pressed up against him, his head inches away from
Mikaela’s, and his knee spreading Mikaela’s legs.
Mikaela glanced up when he sensed the presence of another. Guren’s eyes
flickered, the demon lurking within him making its presence known. It
threatened to overpower the man, swimming precariously close to the surface. It
was frightening.
“I wasn’t going anywhere.” Mikaela replied, slowly enunciating each word.
“No,” Guren’s lips curled into a feral smile. “No, you weren’t going anywhere.”
                                       …
There were times when Mikaela wondered if he should say anything. He could see
Guren slipping further into the dark depths of his polluted mind. He wondered
if no one else saw it. Surely, someone must.
His first instinct had been to go to Shinya. The man had listened to him with a
vague expression, but Mikaela could tell there was turmoil underneath his mask.
They hadn’t been able to discuss the matter much further than a few hushed
whispers. No sooner had Mikaela arrived at Shinya office, had Guren shown up,
throwing some excuse for why he needed Mikaela’s presence.
He’d dragged Mikaela away, his grip strong enough to bruise.
“Running away from me?” Guren’s voice was distorted. Mikaela shook his head,
wincing when he was roughly pushed into an empty room.
“No, I was just—” He shut his mouth, knowing it would be useless to lie to him.
To them.
“Good, you’re learning rather quickly, little Mikaela.” Guren murmured against
his ear, hands holding him by the waist.
“Stay by my side, and I’ll keep you safe.”
The words offered no comfort.
                                       …
                                        
It was rare for Mikaela to be alone now, Guren’s shadow followed him wherever
he went. He had no escape from the man’s constant presence. What made it even
worse, was that nobody seemed bothered by it. No one said anything.
There were times when he would catch an emotion similar to regret pass Guren’s
eyes—or was it guilt?—it came and left just as quickly. There were times when
he could almost have a normal conversation with the other man, they could
bicker, even joke, but it never lasted. Guren’s eyes would cloud over, and
Mikaela would be reduced to nothing but an object for him to use.
                                       …
Guren’s plans bore fruit after years of careful strategizing and a hell of a
lot of fighting. He was the undisputed head of the Hiragii House. He couldn’t
take all the credit though, Mahiru’s guidance, corruption, was responsible for
most of his success. Mikaela had been a reluctant witness to it all.
“Remember my words well, Mikaela.” Guren was at his side, one arm firmly
resting on his hip.
“You are mine, ours.” Guren hissed, low enough for only Mikaela to hear. “So,
don’t ever try to leave my side again.”
Mikaela could only nod, gritting his teeth in anger.
***** Yuu/Mika SFW: Jealousy, AU-ish *****
Chapter Summary
     Jealousy is an emotion, and the word typically refers to the thoughts
     and feelings of insecurity, fear, concern and anxiety over an
     anticipated loss or status of something of great personal value,
     particularly in reference to a human connection. [from wiki]
It settled on his stomach, heavy as a brick, sour and bitter taste in his
mouth.
“…Yuu?” He stared, blinked, regained his senses.
“I don’t like it.” He gritted his teeth, not bothering to hide the sneer on his
face. Mika shifted under him, the sheets rustling. His expression softened when
Mika’s hand fell on his cheek, blue eyes gazing up at him. Even in the semi-
darkness, Mika’s eyes shone brilliantly, easing the unpleasant knot in his
stomach.
“What don’t you like?” Mika’s voice was soft, almost whispered. Yuu wondered if
he thought the others could hear them. It was a little too late to worry about
that. Mika was especially vocal after they’d been apart for a few days.
Yuu bent his head, trailing kisses from Mika’s mouth to his sensitive neck.
“The way they look at you.” Yuu huffed, concentrating on a particular spot
below Mika’s ear.
Mika laughed and the sound warmed Yuu’s chest.
“That’s probably because they don’t trust me yet. I don’t trust them, so it’s
no surprise they feel uneasy around me.” Yuu abandoned Mika’s neck in favor of
scowling down at the blond.
He shook his head, “No, not that. Haven’t you noticed?” Yuu’s voice had an edge
to it as it grew in volume.
Mika’s brows knitted in confusion. He tried to move from under Yuu, but Yuu’s
hands were on him then, keeping his back pressed against the mattress.
“Haven’t you noticed how they stare at you? First, those filthy bloodsuckers
and now…” Yuu trailed off, his eyes unfocused. “I won’t let them take you too.”
Yuu gripped Mika’s arms harder.
Mika was at a loss. He wasn’t sure what Yuu was going on about. Had he noticed
what?  
“Yuu, you’re hurting me.” Mika gasped when the grip on his arms became too
much. The pressure lessened instantly, but Yuu remained above him, face
contorted in worry, in fear. He murmured an apology, finally releasing Mika and
sitting up on the edge of the bed.
Mika hesitated, this side of Yuu completely new to him. He sat up, gently
pressing his fingers to Yuu’s back. The faint red outlines of his nails he
found there caused a blush to rush to his cheeks.
“You know, as long as you’re here, I’m not going anywhere.” Mika said, pulling
the sheets around his hips as he moved closer to Yuu. He took one of Yuu’s
hand, holding it tight.
Yuu stared down at their joined hands. Mika didn’t understand. He was sure that
Mika would never willingly leave him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be taken
by force. It’d happened before. Mika had been kept from him for years, and he
was terrified of that happening again.
He squeezed Mika’s hand, vowing that he would never allow history to repeat
itself. He would do all in his power to keep Mika by his side, safe and sound,
or die trying.
***** ShinoaMika Drabble NSFW: Dirty Talk, AU, Haunted buildings *****
Chapter Summary
     *established relationship (shout out to @lovelyvega8 for giving me
     the idea)
Mikaela stretched, suppressing a bored yawn before it gave him away.
“Not having much fun, are you?” The whisper made him jump a little. He’d been
sure to keep his distance from the others, not wanting to spoil their fun with
his own disinterest, but he hadn’t noticed when Shinoa had sat next to him. He
glanced at the large screen, the image of a screaming woman being chased by a
masked man flickered, her screams filling the warm night air.
“Not much, no.” Mika replied, wincing when the man caught up to her and slashed
her throat. Shinoa’s soft giggle brought his attention back to her.
“Neither am I, who in their right mind goes out to check a suspicious noise, in
the dead of night, when there is a serial killer on the loose?” Shinoa scoffed,
rolling her eyes. Mika smiled at that.
“You know,” Mika’s ears perked at her change in tone. “There’s a place close to
here where we can have a more intimate conversation.” She was closer now, her
eyes flashing in mischief. Mika’s eyes darted to their group, all of them
engrossed in the horror movie playing out in front of them.
“They won’t notice.” Shinoa murmured, her lips now brushing his cheek. He
nodded, taking her hand when she offers it to him.
                                       …
“You’re sure no one else comes here?” Mika asked for the third time. The
building Shinoa had led them to was an old rundown factory. Most of the windows
were broken, it was filthy and dark, and it smelled of wet dog. Almost as soon
as they’d walked in through one of the off-hinged doors, Shinoa had pushed him
against the dusty wall, her hands quickly undoing his pants.
“I promise you’ll be the only one coming.” Shinoa replied cheekily, her smirk
grating on Mika’s already frazzled nerves. He’d been about to mouth off when
Shinoa’s hand wrapped around his dick, knowing exactly where to apply the most
pressure. Mika’s mouth fell open when Shinoa’s thumb began circling the
sensitive head of his cock, her index finger running along the underside of it.
“You’re already dripping so much, Mika. Does doing this outside really turn you
on that much?” Shinoa teased, pressing herself against Mika’s shuddering body.
“Ahhn, no, I—” A long moan drew out of his lips, his hips bucking against
Shinoa’s hand. He was desperate for more friction, but Shinoa kept a slow,
steady pace. He wouldn’t last long. They hadn’t touched each other in days, and
he was close, especially with Shinoa’s filthy words assaulting his ears.  
“Tell me, would you like me to get on my knees and suck you off? Maybe fuck you
with my fingers until you come in my mouth?”   
Mika writhed against the wall, feeling the sweet brush of his climax
approaching him. He gasped and moaned, yes on the tip of his tongue when he
heard hushed whispers circle his head.
“Wh-what the hell?” Mika managed after swallowing down a groan, eyes searching
for the source of the soft voices.
“Too much?” Shinoa glanced up at him, her hand stilling. Mika blinked down at
her, momentarily lost.
“No, not that…I just thought I heard—” His words were cut off by a sharp bang
from somewhere in the darkness. A cold shiver raced up his spine.
“Maybe we should leave.” Shinoa said slowly, her hand leaving Mika’s already
softening cock. Mika agreed, quickly pulling up his pants and fixing his shirt
in one fluid motion.
The whispers increased in volume, the clattering of steel and wood ringing
behind them as they ran from the building. As fierce soldiers as they were,
going against ghosts was not part of their job description.
“That’s the last time I follow you into an abandoned building.” Mika breathed
out as they walked back to where their group was still watching the movie.
“Oh, come on, you were having fun up until we were so rudely interrupted.”
Shinoa chuckled. “What are the chances of getting cockblocked by a ghost?”
Mika’s weary groan was her only reply.  
***** Guren/Mika SFW: Forbidden Relationships, AU *****
“You shouldn’t be in here.” The words were accompanied by a pull at his waist,
his body pressing itself snugly between the mahogany desk and Guren’s warm
body. Lips descended on his, nipping and licking with fervor.
“No, but you don’t seem to mind.” Mika replied once his lips were free. He
rocked his hips slightly, feeling just how much Guren didn’t mind press against
his hips. Hands held him still, fingers digging into his waist.
“Not here.” Guren said between gritted teeth. Mika stared up at him, knowing
that if he pushed it he’d get his way, but Guren looked serious then.
They hadn’t seen each other in weeks, it seemed that the more he craved seeing
Guren, the further his missions would take him. It was not supposed to be that
way. When Mika had stumbled into this unexpected attraction to his superior,
he’d chosen to ignore it. Nothing good would come out if it, he told himself
when he caught his gaze lingering on the older man. Their age difference, the
fact that Mika was his subordinate, and Mika’s condition were all factors that
piled up against such a relationship between them. He’d resisted his own
desires, walking on a thin line each minute he was near the other man. It’d all
gone to hell when Guren had kissed him one night.
“Sorry.” The apology left his lips as he tried to squirm his way out of Guren’s
hold.
They’d developed a frantic physical relationship; stolen kisses, heated
glances, and very hasty fucks. It’s been fine in the beginning, but now…
Now, Mika wasn’t sure what he was getting into. His heart and mind conflicted
each time he thought of Guren. He dreamt of his touch nearly every night, but
he also imagined silly rose-colored things.
Mika frowned when Guren refused to let him go.
“You can’t say one thing and do another. Either you want me here, or you want
me to leave.” Mika huffed, tensing slightly when Guren wrapped his arms around
him in a tight hug.
“I never said I wanted you to leave.” Guren said against his hair. Without
giving him a chance to reply, Guren lifted him up by his waist until he was
sitting on the edge of the desk.
“I did miss you, you know. Having you here now is almost too much.” Guren’s
fingers ran through his hair, “I just don’t want thisto be purely about sex.
Just being like this is enough.” Guren leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to
Mika’s forehead.
That was enough to rush heat to his face, his eyes unable to meet Guren’s. It
dawned on him that he wasn’t the only one with conflicting emotions.
Mika tilted his head up a little, smiling when Guren caught on and pressed
their lips together. A soft kiss, and then another. His lips were about to part
to deepen the kiss, when the loud sound of a door opening had him jumping in
surprise.
“Y-Yuu-chan.” Mika stammered, quickly dropping off of Guren’s desk, face redder
than ever. Yuu seemed to be in shock, eyes blown wide and mouth agape. Perhaps,
he’d be able to smooth this over without too much trouble.
“What the hell were you doing to Mika?!”
Mika sighed. No such luck then.
He heard Guren counter with some unhelpful comment and watched as Yuu glared,
stalking toward them. He neither wanted nor had the energy for this kind of
scene right now. Ignoring Yuu’s spluttering, Mika took hold of his arm and
dragged him away, throwing one last look at Guren. He had a lot of things to
think about, but first he’d have to deal with Yuu.
Mika was just glad that Yuu hadn’t caught him bent over Guren’s desk, or else
he was sure the boy would not have been able to survive it.
***** YuuMika Drabble SFW: Inspired by The Wolfman *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuichirou returns home, unbeknownst to the danger that lurks in the
     dark.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Character Death, Violence, AU, depictions of violence
     toward an animal, long drabble over 3k words (oops)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                       “Even a man who is pure in heart,
                        and says his prayers by night,
                  may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms,
                      and the autumn moon is bright” (x)
                                        
The warm air would soon be replaced by the frigid breeze of a harsh winter. The
reddened leaves hanging loosely from the thinning trees were already beginning
to pile up, decorating the drying grass with their dull color. Yuichirou held
onto the railing barring the window, the smudged glass only allowing him a
bleak look out to the garden that fell alongside the busy rode.
“She is happy you are here.” Guren’s voice didn’t draw him away from the
window, eyes lazily tracing the outline of the people that passed by. The town
had grown since he’d last been there.
“I didn’t come here for her, anyway. I don’t mind if she still doesn’t like
me.” Yuichirou shrugged. The man approached him.
“You’re right. Let’s make the most of it while you are here, shall we?” He
heard the grin slip into the Guren’s voice, and couldn’t help but smile in
return. He’d been about to look away from the clouded glass when he saw a
familiar blond head of hair pass by. There was muffled laughter from the
children surrounding him, and with widening eyes, Yuichirou saw the blond throw
his head back in mirth.
“That’s…” Yuichirou’s grip on the railing tightened, his voice entranced as the
blond disappeared from view.
“Mikaela, yes. He still works at the orphanage.” Guren said when Yuichirou
turned to look at him. “He comes by often, Mahiru says he makes excellent
company, far too well-spoken and educated to spend his days caring for
orphans.”
Yuichirou snorted, rolling his eyes. His features softened as he recalled the
blond.
“You didn’t tell him I was coming back?”
“Of course not. Last time you left quite a string of broken hearts when you
decided at the last minute not to return.” Yuichirou averted his eyes in shame.
Guren clapped him in the shoulder, grinning widely, “Not that it matters now,
he’ll be thrilled to see you again.”
A slow smile eased its way onto Yuichirou’s lips, excitement beginning to grow
in his belly.
                                       …
He shifted from one leg to the other, adjusting his waistcoat and brushing off
any dust he could find. He stared at the bronze doorknob and hesitated. Guren’s
assurance that Mikaela would be pleased to see him had only carried him to the
front steps of the orphanage where Mikaela worked. He was not entirely certain
that Mikaela wouldn’t run him out for his lack of correspondence and terrible
manners. He’d wanted to return sooner, but he’d always clung to some feeble
excuse for not doing so. His classes were too demanding, a friend had fallen
ill, he’d spent his entire allowance out drinking, etcetera. In truth, as much
as he did love Guren, and yes, even Mahiru, he knew how his presence had
affected their relationship. Guren had been a well-meaning man when he’d
adopted Yuichirou at the young age of 24, but soon he’d started to crave a wife
and children of his own. At 16, Yuichirou had left his small hometown for a
boarding school in a larger city, and had only returned for the holidays. The
visits became less frequent when he’d reached adulthood.
The sound of the door opening had him panicking.
“I do hope you don’t intend to spend the entire day lurking outside, you are
scaring the children, Yuu.” The familiar voice and its friendly tone had
Yuichirou relaxing. He flashed a weary smile at the blond peeking out from
behind the door.
“Sorry.” Was all he could manage, walking forward when the man beckoned him
inside. As he made his way inside the house, he heard the children scurry
toward them, their little voices tittering in amusement.
“It’s the creepy man from outside.” A girl exclaimed, brown eyes wide. This was
followed by hushed whispers.
“Now, now, where are your manners?” Mikaela chastised, his hands going to his
hips. He looked expectantly at the children and Yuichirou watched as they
shuffled uncomfortably before they gave him a practiced welcome. Mikaela smiled
down at them, and Yuichirou found himself unable to look away.
“Good, he may be creepy but he still deserves a nice welcome.” Mikaela said,
eyes catching him as he continued to stare. Muffled giggles rang out as
Yuichirou looked away, feeling oddly flushed.
“You’ve all dawdled enough. Return to the classroom and I’ll join you all in a
moment. Aki, make sure they stay put, alright?” Yuichirou looked on as the
children obediently followed an older girl down the hallway, some throwing
curious glances back at them before they were left alone.
“They’re very well-behaved, not at all how I remember us being.” Yuichirou
smiled, nostalgia seeping into his voice.
“That’s because there isn’t anyone like you among them. No little monster to
talk them into foolish pranks.”
“Monster?” Yuichirou glared playfully, igniting a soft laugh from Mikaela. He
wanted to reach out and trace the smile on the blond’s face, but he knew he
didn’t have a right to do so.
“I see your manners are still in need of work.” Mikaela began, his voice
dipping, the smile dimming. “You could have sent a letter announcing your
arrival, though I suppose it would be too much to ask, since you hardly bother
with them anymore.” The smile was now completely gone.
“Mika…I’m—”
“No, it’s fine. You came to spend the holidays with your family, and I don’t
want to spoil your mood. It was nice to see you again, but if you’ll excuse
me.” Mikaela refused to look at him, beginning to turn away from him. Yuichirou
acted quickly, taking hold of the blond’s wrist.
“I missed you, a lot. It’s damn near frustrating that I can’t get you out of my
head, so please, please, don’t walk away from me.” Yuichirou blurted out, his
eyes meeting startled blue. He pressed on, refusing to leave things like this
with Mikaela, “I am sorry for how I’ve behaved, and I honestly have no excuse,
but please give me a chance to make it up to you.” He held his breath as he
waited for Mikaela to say something. Anything.
“Dinner, tonight. We can talk more then.” Mika finally conceded, the blush that
settled on his cheeks giving Yuichirou hope.  
“Tonight.” Yuichirou nodded, Mikaela’s hand slipping through his fingers.
                                       …
He was running late. As always.
Yuichirou weaved through the trees, the rich orange color of the sky bleeding
from violet to dark blue. He’d decided to cut through the park, knowing that
the streets would be packed with the bustling nightlife of the town. He paused
in order to catch his breath, leaning against the rough bark of a tree. The
rustling of leaves caught his attention then, ominous in the darkened forest.
He turned, squinting through the darkness, but not found nothing. A stray dog
perhaps, his mind suggested.
He began his trek to the edge of the trees when he heard it again, the sound
coming from directly behind him. He whipped around, his body going rigid when
he came face to face with the source of the sound. It was no stray dog.
Sweat trickled down his brow as he stared into the yellow of the creature. The
large black wolf stood at around his waist, its hackles bristled and it’s sharp
teeth gleaming. A low, threatening growl pierced the air, and Yuichirou could
do nothing but stare, too frightened to move. He’d never encountered a wolf
before. For all he knew, there were no wolves in this part of the country.
“Easy now.” Yuichirou breathed out, wondering if the same tactics he used on
feral dogs would work on a wild wolf. He didn’t have anything close to a weapon
at hand, so if the creature attacked he didn’t think he’d make it out alive.
Yellow eyes, that seemed far too knowing, bore into his. He shifted, feet
scraping the ground. Without warning the creature lunged itself on him,
knocking him off his feet. They tumbled over, snarling filling Yuichirou’s ears
as he dug his hands into the wolf’s thick mane, trying to keep the beast’s jaw
away from him. His arms trembled with the force of keeping the wolf at bay. He
wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long. Desperately, Yuichirou threw a kick,
managing to connect his knee to the wolf’s hind legs.
The wolf whined and Yuichirou managed to roll away, eyes desperate for anything
to aid him. A jagged rock caught his attention, lying partially hidden by the
shrubbery. He made a dash for it, crying out when sharp teeth dug into his leg.
Pain blurred his vision, but Yuichirou was determined to survive this night.
With as much strength as he could, he began pounding at the beast’s head. Blood
splattered over his arm, yet the wolf wouldn’t budge, its jaw locked over his
leg. With a furious cry he continued his attack, anger taking over his mind. A
sharp whine rang out, the pressure on his leg lessening.
His hand stopped and he watched the slumped over form of the wolf. It was still
breathing, if faintly. Yuichirou retracted his leg, wincing when he tried to
get on his feet. He ignored the pain and trudged on, the faint light of the
town registering in his foggy mind. His body felt too heavy, his eyes closing
without his permission.
A loud scream was the last thing he heard before he succumbed to the darkness
enfolding him.
                                       …
Yuichirou groaned, eyes snapping open.
“He’s awake.”
“Oh, thank the heavens.”
“Where the hell is the doctor?”
Yuichirou cringed as the voices assaulted him, the flurry of movement around
his bed causing his head to pound. He tried to sit up, but was immediately held
down.
“Not a good idea right now.” The familiar voice and blue eyes caught his
attention, his body easing back into the mattress. Mikaela’s lips curled
softly, though the dark shadows under his eyes showed the worry he carried.
“What happened?” Yuichirou spoke, voice rough from disuse. Mikaela shook his
head, moving away from him.
“That’s what we’d like to know, young man. They found you unconscious at the
edge of the forest, soaking in blood.” The elderly man, who he recognized as
the doctor he’d seen since he was a child, peered down at him. Yuichirou
proceeded to explain everything he could remember from that night, the wolf,
the attack, and his own action of beating the animal until it let go of his
leg. The elderly man listened carefully, nodding here and there without
interrupting him. He heard murmurs break out among the other people in the
room. He knew Mikaela was there, and he assumed the others were Guren and
Mahiru, but there was one voice he didn’t recognize.
“A wolf, huh? I feared as much, though we haven’t been able to find hide nor
hair from the damn beast.” The unknown voice said.
“Regardless, he’s told you what he knows, and his wounds clearly show he was
the one attacked.” Guren’s terse voice had Yuichirou wanting to get up again,
but the doctor had begun to examine him.
There was silence before, “Yes, well, we’ll still keep in touch. Good day.”
 The unknown man left.
“What was all that about?” Yuichirou asked after the doctor moved away.
Guren approached him, the corner of his lips quirking up, “Nothing for you to
worry about.”
Yuichirou nodded, but something didn’t feel right.
                                       …
“I thought there weren’t any wolves here.” Yuichirou said four days after he’d
woken up. He was still confined to his bed by the doctor’s orders. His leg was
still healing, and according to all of them he’d slept for 3 days straight
after they’d found him with a burning fever. They wanted to make sure he was
fully recovered before he could return to his usual activities.
“A pack migrated from the north a few years ago, they haven’t caused much
trouble until now.” Mikaela replied from his place beside Yuichirou’s bed.
Apparently, he’d been one of the first people on the scene when Yuichirou had
been found, and he was now a frequent presence in the Ichinose household. Much
like before.
“Why do I feel like your hiding something from me? Actually, it feels like all
of you are.” The question had been burning behind his lips for days now.
Mikaela stared at him, looking visibly uncomfortable.
“Mika, what are you not telling me?” Yuichirou pressed.
Mikaela looked unsure where to begin, his eyes falling to the window beside
Yuichirou’s bed.
“That night, the night they found you, a search party was sent out to look for
the wolf you said attacked you. When they found you, you were barely conscious.
I was at your side and asked you what had happened, you kept saying: wolf,
attack, alive.Over and over until you passed out.”
Yuichirou furrowed his eyebrows, unable to recall that. He’d thought he’d been
unconscious from the moment he’d reached the edge of the trees.
“They searched the forest, but there was no trace of the wolf…however,” Mikaela
paused, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “They found the torn body of
a woman.”
Yuichirou felt as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown at him.
“Wait, wait, they don’t think I had anything to do with that?” Yuichirou said
in a single breath, eyes blown wide. Mikaela shook his head quickly.
“No, of course not!” His reply was too fast, too sure.
They stayed quiet after that.
                                       …
Yuichirou awoke with a start, gaze immediately going to the amber moon high
above the tall trees. It glowed, enticing him. He moved, limbs feeling sluggish
and heavy. He shook his head, trying to remember why he was outside in the
middle of the night and why his body felt so strange. He didn’t give it much
thought, instead moving in the direction of his home.
                                       …
There was blood everywhere. On his face, in his clothes, under his fingernails,
dripping down his legs. He stared at his own reflection, shocked and repulsed.
His hands began to tremble, and his stomach heaved.
He heard Mahiru’s voice, her words not making any sense.
He ripped off his clothes, running the tap and furiously washing away the blood
from his hands.
                                       …
He was going insane. That was the only explanation he could find.
Hysterical laughter bubbled out of his mouth as he stared down at the
motionless body before him. The stinging in his eyes sobered him up, and he
hugged his knees to his chest.
He didn’t know what to do. What could he do?
What had he done?
                                       …
Mikaela pulled his coat tighter around himself as the chilly air began to bite
at his flesh. The children laughed and yelled as they chased each other through
the snow. He couldn’t help but smile, even as his troubled heart thrummed
against his chest.
Another body had been found two days ago, nestled deep in the forest. Rumors of
a serial killer in their midst were beginning to escalate, frightening the
townspeople to lock themselves up earlier each night. The wind picked up,
blowing snow off the dead branches of a nearby tree. The children squealed
happily.
“Okay, all of you have had your fun, it’s time to go in before we all freeze to
death.” He ignored the pleas of just five more minutes,and began to shoo the
kids inside the house. He’d already granted them ten minutes more, and as much
as the other caretakers teased him about how soft-hearted he was with the
children’s demands, he had to put his foot down. Besides, the moon was already
peeking out through the heavy clouds. He rubbed his hands together as he
followed the kids in, closing the door behind him. As the kids began to scurry
around, he let his mind wander to Yuu. He’d barely seen the other man in the
past few days. As a familiar ache gripped his chest, the voice of one of his
youngest girls drew him away from his thoughts.
“What did you say, sweetie?”
“My hat! I think it fell while I was playing.” Already the young girl looked on
the verge of tears. Every possession these kids had were sacred to them,
Mikaela remembered the feeling well.
“Don’t worry, okay? I’ll go out and find it for you.” Mikaela brushed away the
stray tear that fell down her cheek, offering a small smile. He asked the older
children to watch over the others while he stepped out.
The wind howled, chilling him to the bone. Mikaela suppressed the shivers that
wracked his body as he searched for the missing hat. Relief trickled into him
as he spotted the wool hat a few feet away from him. He picked it up, cringing
as the wind picked up again. He cursed under his breath, ready to be back
inside the warm safety of the house.
He turned just as a horrifying growl reached his ears. Mikaela froze, wide,
frightened eyes staring at the creature before him. Yellow eyes pinned him to
his spot, the creature’s snout twisted in a snarl. For a brief moment, Mikaela
thought he was dreaming, because a creature such as the one in front of him
couldn’t possibly be real. The large body was covered in thick dark fur,
hunched over but not on all fours, sharp claws covered in snow.
Too scared to think, Mikaela took a step back, incurring a rippling snarl from
the creature.
He needed to get away. They were too close to the house full of children. It
was stupid and he knew he’d end up regretting it, but Mikaela took off, away
from the house. He didn’t make it far before the creature’s body tackled him to
the ground. He struggled, screaming for help. In his mind all he could see were
the descriptions of the bodies they’d found mangled in the woods.
Sharp nails dug into his shoulders, ripping a sharp cry from his lips.
The creature growled down at him, snout dangerously close to his face. Mikaela
watched, tears brimming in his eyes, as the creature paused, sniffing the air
around him. A slow whine left its lips, yellow eyes focused on his face. It
opened its mouth a few times, the sounds a mix of a growl and yip.
Mikaela squeezed his eyes shut as it came closer to his face. If it was going
to kill him, why didn’t it just do it?
“…M…Mi…ka.” The gruff words were mingled in with another growl. Mikaela’s eyes
snapped open when he caught the familiar voice underneath the rough tone of the
creature.
Too shocked to speak, Mikaela stared as the creature raised itself on its hind
legs, its ears flattening against its head as it bared its teeth. He wasn’t
staring down at Mikaela, he was looking far ahead of him. That’s when Mikaela
heard the shouts and the heavy footsteps.
It was over in mere seconds. The creature lunged itself at the oncoming threat,
the loud claps of firearms sounding off just as quickly. Mikaela was on his
knees, a “no” stuck in his throat as the creature fell to the ground, the snow
underneath it going red.
He ignored the movement around him, the voices asking him if he was okay, and
simply watched as the creature’s body began to change. The voices around him
quieted.
Claws receded into hands, the fur fell away, and the large wolf head slowly
morphed into the face of Yuichirou.
There were gasps of horror, and the flurry of movement began once again.
Mikaela shut everything out, his mind reeling. He crawled to the body lying in
the snow, grasping one of the motionless, bloody hands.    
He shut his eyes, silent tears trickling down his face as the silver winter
moon shone down at him.
Chapter End Notes
     I started writing this at 3pm, it is now 12am, so please excuse any
     mistakes, inconsistencies, or just general awfulness. I have no idea
     how i managed to stretch this out to 3k words. And, yes the song Howl
     by Florence and the Machine was playing in the background as I wrote
     this.
***** ShinoaMika Drabble NSFW: Forbidden Relationship, Frottage, AU, OOC *****
Chapter Summary
     An intimate moment of shared information.
     *AU because both are older (early 20s) and Shinoa actually cares
     about becoming the head of her family.
The fingers running through his hair grounded him as the lips attacking his
mouth took him higher. He groaned as Shinoa’s knee grazed his inner thigh,
sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. He gasped as he pulled away,
the woman’s hands refusing to leave his hair.
“Missed me?” Mikaela breathed out, quirking an eyebrow. His reply came with
another fierce kiss. How such a small woman could reduce him to putty with a
few heated kisses still mildly irritated him. He’d been bred to be a cold,
calculating soldier; his desires irrelevant. From what he’d gathered during
their time together, Shinoa’s upbringing had been much the same. As heir to the
Hiiragi name and fortune, she was expected to defend that title with blood and
sweat, disposing of any that threatened her family.
“Yes.” Shinoa murmured against his collarbone, her tongue swiping at his pulse
point. Mikaela licked his suddenly dry lips. He’d learned after his change, how
sensitive that area of his neck had become. Moreover, the sensation of lips and
teeth brushing that particular area set his blood racing. His body expected the
penetration of sharp fangs; a bite to seal their bond. His body expected,
yearned, to offer its blood to the one it perceived as its mate, not realizing
that the one above him could never be that.
Mikaela guided Shinoa’s mouth away from his neck, their mouths meeting in a
languid kiss. His body relaxed, his need for the bite lessening as Shinoa’s
knee spread his legs. He allowed his hands to roam the woman’s body, following
the gentle curve of her waist, her hips.
“They’re planning a counter attack.” Shinoa said, starting to grind against
Mikaela’s clothed erection. “A week from now.”
Mikaela laughed, his hands splaying over Shinoa’s covered ass. It was pity they
didn’t have enough time to actually undress.  
“Your brother is getting restless.” This was followed by a soft moan.
“Stupid, you mean.” Shinoa corrected, her lips now tracing Mikaela’s jaw. A
sound Mikaela so loved to hear left her lips as allowed his fingers to dip
lower.
It was his turn, now.
“I’d advise you stay away from Ebina for the time being. Kureto’s efforts to
reclaim that city won’t go as smoothly as he plans.” Mikaela grinned, his fangs
glinting in the dim light. This seemed to be what Shinoa had wanted to hear.
The rhythm of her hips stuttered to a stop before they jerked erratically, the
delicious friction leaving Mikaela a whining, panting mess underneath her.
The urge to mark, and be marked, surged as he reached his climax, but Mikaela
ignored it, instead losing himself in the pleasure he shared with Shinoa. He
had to enjoy every second spent with her, every emotion she managed to uncover
and toy with. He knew, of course he knew, that their days together were
numbered.
For now, though, he released a content sigh as Shinoa full weight pressed into
him, her hands holding him close.      
***** Ferid/Mika Drabble NSFW: Domination/submission (sexual/psychological),
dubcon, AU *****
Chapter Notes
     *complies with canon at the very beginning, but veers off after that,
     for obvious reasons
The fire burning behind the boy’s blue eyes piqued Ferid’s interest, for it was
so unlike the rest of them. He stood and watched as the boy next to the little
blond flailed and yelled about killing off every single bloodsucker, his eyes
shining with hatred and defiance. The little blond was quick to quiet the other
boy, his cheeks flushing when he caught sight of Ferid. He apologized
profusely, a hand firmly over the other boy’s mouth.
Ferid smiled, waving off the indiscretion. The blond bowed, his eyes appearing
to be open and friendly, before he ran in the opposite direction, dragging the
other boy with him. Ferid’s smile widened into a smirk. The little blond was
smart, smarter than some of the full-grown humans Ferid had had the displeasure
of meeting recently. He knew to hide his rebellion under a mask of obedience
and submission, but Ferid could see the desire to fight lurking in the boy’s
eyes.
Oh how sweet it would be to see it slowly drift away from him.
                                       …
He’d intended to kill every single one, yet when he’d caught sight of the boy’s
eyes, he hesitated. The defiance he’d seen die a few moments ago was glaring
back at him. Stronger than ever before.
It was too tempting to pass up.
                                       …
As it had proven itself throughout Ferid’s infuriating long existence, words
were the strongest and deadliest weapons.
He bombarded Mikaela with words each day, planting the seeds that would root
Mikaela to his side, with no stray thoughts of escape. The blond—too old to be
called boy, yet not old enough to be called man—rarely showed signs of
disobedience now.
                                       …
There was nothing more satisfying nor more thrilling than the sight of Mikaela
on his knees, pink lips glistening and stretched wide around his hard cock.
Ferid’s fingers tightened around Mikaela’s golden hair, holding the boy in
place as he rolled his hips. The boy’s muffled moan had his cock twitching in
pleasure.
“Don’t move.” Ferid ordered when he saw Mikaela shift his knees. Blue eyes
stared up at him, before the quickly fell away. Ferid smiled, pleased that the
boy hadn’t even dared to complain about his discomfort.
Slowly, firm grip still on the blond’s hair, Ferid pulled away until the tip of
his cock was the only thing touching Mikaela’s spread lips. He rubbed it over
Mikaela’s bottom lip, licking his lips when pre-cum seeped out of his slit and
onto the blond’s lip. Ferid knew that if he so wished it, Mikaela would not
lick it away and would leave it there, staining his perfectly pink lips for all
to see. That was how much control Ferid had over him. How much he’d managed to
mold the blond under his expert fingers.
Toeing the line of his release, Ferid pushed into Mikaela’s willing mouth,
losing himself in the wet heat surrounding him.
 
 
***** YuuMika/FerMika Drabble NSFW: Betrayal, Knight!Yuu, Prince!Mika, AU *****
Chapter Summary
     Sequel to this_drabble
     *Jealousy, Helplessness, Violent Impulses
Mikaela clamps a hand over his mouth, just barely managing to hold in his low
moan. His other hand wounds around Yuu’s neck, giving him the leverage to push
his hips down to meet Yuu’s thrusts. Yuu’s hot breath hits the side of his neck
and it’s all Mikaela can do not to cry out and alert everyone within hearing
distance of just what he is doing with his knight.
A few thrusts later and it’s over.
Mikaela’s body goes slack in Yuu’s arms, his breath coming in short bursts. He
lets himself enjoy the warm, soothing embrace for a moment before he has to
pull away.
“I can’t stay much longer.” Mikaela murmurs against Yuu’s chest. The arms
around him tighten slightly, but they eventually let him go. Mikaela sighs as
he rearranges his clothing, keeping his eyes away from Yuu as he does the same.
He almost laughs at his sudden urge for modesty. He edges closer to the door
once he looks presentable again, his hand against the cool wood.
“Tonight…send someone else to guard our bedchamber.” Mikaela struggles with the
words, his eyes tracing the patterns of the wooden door. There is silence, and
he feels his chest constrict painfully.
“As you wish.” Yuu’s tone holds no emotion and for that Mikaela is grateful. He
nods silently, acknowledging the man’s reply, and steps out of Yuu’s room. He
needs to hurry. Ferid is set to return at any moment and Mikaela must make sure
he is presentable before the man can lay eyes on him.
                                       …
Ferid’s hands are on him the moment they are alone. The man seems to hold
little interest in what Mikaela has to say. It’s insulting, and he can’t stop
himself from voicing his displeasure.
Ferid smiles, a cruel twist of his lips that makes Mikaela wish he hadn’t said
anything.
“You forget your place, my Mikaela. I did not agree to this marriage in order
to hear you prattle on.” Ferid’s fingers dig into his jaw. Mikaela winces at
the stinging pain, but he refuses to let this man walk over him.
“Afraid that what I have to say is more insightful than those idiots that
advise you, my lord? I can assure you that my words won’t leave you looking a
fool in front of the Council.” Mikaela bit out, narrowed eyes fixated directly
on Ferid’s.
To his surprise, Ferid barks out a laugh.
“Arrogance becomes you, darling, but I have a better way to occupy that pretty
mouth of yours.”
He isn’t allowed a chance to respond before rough lips descend on his.     
                                       …
Every muscle in Yuu’s body is screaming at him to move. He tries to shut out
the muffled noises coming from behind the closed door, his teeth clenching with
the effort.
He should have listened to Mika. He had no business being here, no business
listening to how that bastard could make Mika scream. It makes him want to
barge into the room and plunge his sword right through Ferid’s chest, ridding
himself of the man’s constant presence.
That, however, would solve nothing. The satisfaction of killing Ferid would
only last until he was thrown into the dungeons, the chance of seeing Mika
again forever ripped from his arms. Still, the image of what was going on
behind the closed doors was enough to tempt him into giving into his impulses.
Yuu takes a deep breath, relaying on all of the training Guren had given him to
control himself. He needs time, allies, then he can think about cutting off the
bastard’s head.
One day. Soon.
                                       …
Even with the warm body pressed against his, Mikaela can’t help the shiver that
runs down his back. His eyes are fixed on the door, and he blinks rapidly when
he feels the hot stinging of tears.
Guilt is slowly crawling from his stomach to his chest, and he wants nothing
more than to run from the room he’s trapped in. He’s certain Yuu didn’t obey
his orders because there is no one in this world he knows better than Yuu. The
man is too stubborn for his own good, and now…now he can’t help but feel like
he’s betrayed the man he loves.
His eyes widen slightly.
A sad smile curls his lips.
How much longer until Yuu grows tired? How much longer until he no longer wants
a body that belongs to another? How much longer until he is no longer wanted?
Mikaela buries his face into his arm, willing his mind to go blank and for
sleep to draw him away.  
***** YuuMika NSFW: Rough Sex, AU *****
Chapter Notes
     *shows up 100 years late with smut*
The muffled sound of laughter and music caused Mika’s eyes to slide to the
door. They had locked it, right?
“They won’t notice we’re gone.” Yuu murmured against his lips, his teeth
nipping at him playfully. He’d meant to roll his eyes and pull away from Yuu’s
hold, but one of Yuu’s hand was slowly making its way down his back. Fingers
danced across his bare skin as Yuu’s mouth molded into his again, with a little
more force this time.
The kiss made him forget his previous worries, pleasure fogging his senses. He
moaned, his back arching, when Yuu’s fingers kneaded the flesh of his ass. His
fingers were slick, and Mika wondered briefly when he’d gotten lube.
There was rustling above him and then, “Turn over?”
It was more command than question, but Yuu still tacked on the slight
inclination in his voice in order to give Mika the opportunity to back out.
Mika focused his gaze on Yuu’s ginning face and licked his lips. With one hand,
Mika dragged Yuu down for a rough kiss, fingers tight around the flimsy black
collar of his shirt. He led the kiss, enjoying the soft sounds Yuu poured into
him before he pulled back with a smirk and turned over on his stomach.
They didn’t usually use this position during sex. He preferred having his eyes
on Yuu’s face, his mouth greedily sucking on Yuu’s neck, but a little variation
was always good.
An involuntary gasp left his lips when fingers tugged at his hair, demanding
his attention. Yuu’s chest was pressed against his back, his warm breath
cascading down his neck. He shuddered when he felt Yuu’s hard cock nudge
against his entrance. Part of him wanted to beg for Yuu to enter him already,
without preparation, to feel it burn and ache and hurt. His mouth opened and
closed as he struggled to get the words out, but slick fingers were soon in
him, stretching and teasing him open.
“Ahhh—Yuu, now,please.” Mika was impatient tonight, and the noises from the
party going on just beyond the closed door were keeping him on edge. The idea
of anyone walking in on them was both mortifying and slightly arousing.  
Nails bit into his hips as Yuu slammed into him, his mouth falling open in a
silent scream. He wasn’t given any time to adjust, the brutal pace ripping
shattered cries from him. His head lolled to the side, eyes fluttering close as
he curved his spine and spread his knees just a little more.
There was no rhythm to Yuu’s thrust, they were mindless and fast, true to the
costume the other was sporting tonight. A wolf—werewolf. Mika had laughed at
first when Yuu had asked him, “How does a werewolf fuck?” He’d quickly sobered
up when Yuu had whispered the answer in his ear, “Rough and on all fours.”  
Mika’s vision began to blur around the edges, his teeth digging into his bottom
lip in order to control some of his screams. Yuu grunted something above him,
but he couldn’t make sense of the words, and then teeth bit into his shoulder.
His body went rigid as his orgasm hit him, his ass clenching around Yuu.
Yuu followed soon after with a groan of his own, his full weight falling on
Mika.
“I think,” Mika began, voice hoarse and breathless, “Someone deserves a treat.”
Warm arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him up, lips brushed the base of
his neck.
“I have you, don’t I?”
Mika would have replied with an equally cheesy remark if a loud knock at the
door hadn’t made him jump out of his skin.    
“Party’s over! Stop screwing in my sister’s room!"
***** OC/Mika NSFW: rough sex, au-ish *****
Chapter Summary
     *anon asked for male reader/mika and I had never done that before so
     I’m not sure if this qualifies or not, so sorry in advance, also oc
     is also a vamp
It had been an act of desperation.
“For what you receive you must be willing to give something in return.”
Mikaela whimpered, head falling back onto the cold, hard wall. The tantalizing
smell of blood filled his nose, his mouth watering in anticipation. His legs
tightened around the man’s waist as his fingers took hold of strong, sturdy
shoulders. A moan, both out of desperation and pleasure, left his mouth,
filling the darkness around them. A darkness that allowed him to shed his
inhibitions, allowed him to pant and beg and moan without shame.
There was a gasp when the body pressing him to the wall changed angle, driving
the man deeper into him, brushing against a part of him that made his vision
explode into a million white stars. His hips bucked against the man’s rough
thrusts, his nails scraping the hot skin of the man’s shoulders and back.
His mouth moved on its own, words too deluded in lust and hunger to make any
sense. The man thrusting into him echoed him with his own string of nonsensical
words. The voice was deep, sultry, and had Mikaela shuddering.
A long drawn out moan slipped past his lips when he felt the man’s wrist
against his mouth, the blood calling for him. Without hesitation, Mikaela sunk
his teeth into the flesh, easily breaking the skin and letting the blood pour
out. He eagerly licked it up, not caring that the man’s thrust were now only
languid bucks. He drank up what he could, feeling the edge of madness drift
away. He’s been too close this time. He’d gotten reckless and stupid.
He had to bite back a growl when the wrist was pulled away from him, a firm tug
at his hair reminding him he was not the one in control here. He licked his
lips, tongue catching any stray droplet when the man attacked his mouth.
He took it all, his body responding to the rough stimulation and the delicious
blood slowly ebbing away his thirst.
***** YuuMika Drabble NSFW: Demon!Yuu, Rituals, AU, *****
Chapter Summary
     *OOC, Dirty Talk (I tried), Dub-con
It was out of pure desperation. The kind that squeezed the air out of his lungs
and left him gasping, hands clutching at his heaving chest. He’d been unable to
think of anything else, or really, he had not wanted to. More often than not,
his mind would drift to the dark images corroding his head, his blank,
unstaring eyes fixed on the graphic hallucinations he saw with such clarity.
He wiped at his brow, sniffling as he drew a match and lit it. Carefully, he
lit the four candles he’d placed around the chalk-drawn circle in the center of
the empty room. A little voice in his mind—the voice of reason—was urging him
to stop with this ridiculous plan.
No, no, no. He couldn’t stop. He needed to go through with this. He’d read
everything so carefully, so surely…surely it would work.
With all four candles lit, he dug in his pockets for the piece of paper he’d
brought with him. He only had the dim light of the moon and the glow of the
candles to see by, but he’d already memorized most of the words.
He followed every instruction, recited each word, his tongue fumbling with the
foreign language, and then, he waited.
Nothing happened.
Part of him expected it, but he’d really thought…that perhaps…
The wind howled, a strong gust knocking Mika off his knees and onto his back.
His eyes grew, mouth parting open as the candles died and the room was
blanketed by pitch black darkness. The thumping of his heart rang in his ears
as he tried to look around, blinking several times. Before he could even move,
the sounds of rustling and heavy steps had him freezing, fear seeping into his
blood. He almost laughed at himself.
“Well, well…” The low voice had him flinching, and again he tried to blink
through the darkness.
“You are quiet eager to meet me, little one.”
Without warning the candles come back to life, the darkness receding to the
corners of the room. Mika blinked, his eyes adjusting to the spontaneous change
in light. He could hardly believe what his own eyes were seeing, certain he’d
hit his head. Slowly, his wide eyes never leaving the creature standing before
him, he sat up.
“Speechless already?” The creature—demon— smirked, sharp teeth glinting in the
candlelight.
“You’re actually here.” Mika muttered, more to himself than the demon. He ran a
hand through his messy hair, his heart racing. His eyes roamed over the demon,
although by looking at him, he looked nothing like the pictures he’d seen of
the many grotesque looking monsters online. Aside from the black horns
protruding from his forehead and the strange markings on his face, he looked
otherwise normal. Black hair and green eyes were not what he’d expected to
face. He was almost…cute.
A deep chuckle had his cheeks flushing.
“You are aware your mind is freely accessible to me?” That had Mika’s blush
extending to the base of his neck. He’d honestly read so many different
articles when he was doing his research for summoning rituals that he hadn’t
known which ones contained accurate information. He’d read that demons could
read one’s mind, but he hadn’t given it much credit.
“As for my appearance, I simply look as I would have in this realm, for the
most part.” He replied, touching one of his horns. “Now, it is because of your
insistence that I am here, for what purpose?”
The demon moved closer as Mika’s mind easily provided the answer to his
question. He saw his parents lying motionless on the ground, drenched in their
own blood. Their hands forever losing their ability to hurt him.
“Oh? You are quite graphic, little one.”
Mika’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, “Can you, I mean, w-would you do it?”  
He didn’t receive an answer. Instead, Mika found himself thrust backward by an
unseen force, his back connecting to the floor. A strangled gasp left his lips,
his body refusing to obey him.
“I could.” The voice moved closer, coming right next to him, above him,
surrounding him. “For a price.”
Heat engulfed him as his clothes shredded apart, falling in tattered ribbons
from his body. He struggled against the invisible binds that were holding him
down, groaning in frustration when it proved fruitless.
“Your resistance is not all that convincing, little one, not with this enticing
sight greeting me.” Mika whimpered when a long finger ran along the underside
of his straining cock. It should have been mortifying, showing such a sight,
but a shiver of anticipation shot down his back.
“See? Your body is honest and begging for me to touch it.” This time his entire
hand surrounded his cock, giving a few pumps. Mika cried out when the thumb
circled his slit.
“N-no! If you…I’m gonna—” Mika knew he wouldn’t last long, after all no had
ever touched him like that before. He’d done it himself a few times, but it had
never felt like this. As if every nerve on his body was directly connected to
his cock. He ached for something.
Another cry was ripped out of him when fingers traveled to his chest, prodding
and pinching.
“I find it hard to believe that no one has yet touched you.” The hand on him
dipped lower caressing the soft skin of his balls and trailing lower still,
finding the furrowed flesh he hadn’t even touched. He tried to move away,
gasping as he felt slick fingers press against him.  “I wouldn’t have been able
to resist.”
Mika’s head spun, as he left those wet fingers slip into him.
“You open so easily for me, despite how tight you are.” The dark chuckle that
reached his ears had him twitching around the fingers inside him. Again, he
tried to move his arms, wanting to reach down and grasp his neglected cock. He
thrust into the empty air, aching for friction, release.  
“Tell me what you want.” It was a command, the sultry voice hardened with
steel.
Mika urged his mouth to form around the pleas sounding off in his head. He
opened his mouth and moaned when the fingers in him curled, going deeper.
“Please, o-oh! I need you to touch me!” Mika rocked his hips, punctuating each
word.
“I am.”
Mika threw his head back, a sob threatening to leave his mouth. The fingers
twisted and stretched, spreading him open in the most embarrassing way. A hot,
electric shock had his back arching when something in him was flicked.
“Yes! I don’t—there, oh fuck, more!” Mika was babbling now, the edges of his
vision clouding over. It was over when a long, flat tongue slid over the head
of his cock. His body tensed as he came, his scream filling the room. Silence
followed soon after, interrupted only by his staggered breathing. He blinked
and tried to face the demon, but he was not allowed to move. He could only hear
as the demon hummed in amusement.
“Oh no, little one. We are not done yet.” Mika fumbled as he suddenly found
himself on his trembling hands and knees. A warm body pressed into his, lips
brushing his ear.
“I’ve yet to have my own release.”    
Mika could only bite into his lower lip as teeth dig into his neck. Under the
sting of the pain, Mika reminded himself that it was worth it. It was all worth
it.  
***** FerMika Drabble: NSFW, noncon, orgasm denial, au *****
Chapter Summary
     could be seen as a continuation of chapter 1(the first drabble)
It was a slow, agonizing torture.
“Your defiance only excites me more.” The chuckle was whispered against the
back of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end, a shiver rolling down
his spine.
Mikaela kept his mouth snapped shut, teeth clenched to the point of pain. He
didn’t want to give Ferid the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. Not anymore.
“Are you still angry with me?” Lips brushed the skin behind his ear. “I told
you before, didn’t I? I need to drink or else I’d die and then where would that
leave you?” Ferid’s tone had him clenching his fists behind his back. The rope
around them tightened and left little burns on his pale flesh. He wanted to
scream, but a thumb slid across the slit of his erection causing him to jerk,
teeth catching the inside of his cheek. The taste of blood exploded inside his
mouth, the tangy, bitter liquid feeding the swirl of nausea in his stomach.
“No matter how angry you are at me, this part of you is always begging for my
touch.” Ferid’s said, his fingers squeezing Mikaela’s cock, sliding up and
down, from base to tip and back again. He’d been at it for hours now. Mikaela
had lost track of the time, but he knew it had been around mid-day when Ferid
had come to him, and already he could hear the languid chirping of the
crickets. He felt tears begin to prick at his eyes. What if Ferid never
stopped? He knew the other had no need to sleep or eat. He knew Ferid could
continue to do this until Mikaela passed out from exhaustion, until his over-
sensitized skin began to burn and hurt.
A strangled gasp left Mikaela’s lips then, fear causing his throat to close up.
“There, let me hear more of you.” Ferid’s hand continued to pump him slowly.
With his other hand he reached for one of Mikaela’s thighs, spreading the
blond’s legs further apart. Mikaela let his head fall back on Ferid’s shoulder,
eyes screwed shut as he tried to keep his silence. His chest heaved from the
exertion of only trying to breathe through his nose.
“Do you want to come, Mika? Do you want to come all over yourself, and prove to
me that only my hand, my touch, is the only thing that can get you this
aroused?” Ferid’s teeth scraped over Mikaela’s shoulder, ripping another gasp
of terror from the blond’s mouth. The memory of the searing pain those teeth
had caused him still burned in his mind. He wanted to jerk away, unwilling to
go through that sort of thing again, but he couldn’t. Not when Ferid’s
unnaturally strong arms held him, not when one false move could not only rid
him of his life, but the life of those he loved, not when Ferid’s hand was so
close to bringing him to his long awaited release.
“Answer me, Mikaela.” The firmness of those words transferred to Ferid’s hand,
and Mikaela couldn’t stop the loud cry that left him.
“Y-yes.” He struggled, forcing his mouth to utter a single word. He wanted it
to be enough, it had to be enough. For a moment, Ferid’s hand stopped all
movement, and Mikaela hated himself a little more when he felt tears begin to
roll down his cheeks.
“That wasn’t too difficult, was it?” Mikaela had no time to say or think of
anything else as Ferid’s hand moved, his pace fast and erratic. He arched into
the touch, mind going blank as he came over Ferid’s hand.     
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