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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Devilman
  Relationship:
      Asuka_Ryou_|_Satan/Fudou_Akira
  Character:
      Asuka_Ryou_|_Satan, Fudou_Akira
  Additional Tags:
      Crybaby_Universe, Scene_Alteration, Angst, Rough_Sex, Explicit_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-08 Words: 2635
****** Nothing More ******
by shatteredcrystalwings
Summary
     Humans need ways to distract themselves from their troubles and,
     evidently, so do demons.
     (scene alteration for Crybaby episode 5)
Notes
     I know Ryo's characterization is different in Crybaby, but seeing him
     tell Akira to go sleep with someone else felt very... wrong. Hence,
     this is my attempt to fix it.
See the end of the work for more notes
In the dim lights provided by the bedroom lamps, Ryo gazed scornfully at the
boy clutching his head while covered in vile yellow blood that surely wouldn’t
wash easily from the sheets. He had expected Akira to break down over what he
was doing at some point, the boy had always been too empathetic for his own
good. But to go on a killing spree as a way to vent only to come back a crying
mess… It was pathetic.
“Humans have weak minds,” he said, irritated but having accepted this annoying
fact long ago. “Thinking with emotions won’t yield rational answers, and
exceeds our capabilities. At times like that, humans simply forget. They have
the ability not to think.” Just like at that rave where Akira had changed; all
he needed to do to fix Akira’s mental state was give him something to let him
escape his inner turmoil. If emotions were what made humans weak, then they
needed to get rid of those emotions. It was simple. He stood, crossing to the
safe in the room that was closed with only a simple number combination: bait
for anyone stupid enough to try to rob him, it only had a small sum of money in
it compared to how much he kept in another better hidden one, but it was enough
for this. “Alcohol, gambling, women,” he continued. “They use vices to try to
forget.” He threw down a few wads of bills next to Akira, not bothering to look
at that disgusting form so embroiled with weakness. “It’s human habit. Learn
from it.”
Turning, he moved to leave the room again only for Akira’s voice to make him
pause with one hand on the doorknob. “What the hell do you expect me to do with
this?”
“Are you daft? Get drunk. Go to the red light district. Do whatever your thing
is for getting your mind off all of this idiocy,” Ryo sighed, rolling his eyes
as he looked back at him only for those eyes to widen in shock as one of the
stacks of money flew past his head, hitting the door sharply. Akira glared at
him from the bed but his arm was raised lazily. That had only been a toss to
him, hardly a fraction of his full strength.
For a moment, a shiver ran down Ryo’s spine.
“What kind of person do you think I am?!” Akira demanded. “You’re telling me to
get my rocks off with a stranger to forget I murdered my parents? How long have
we known each other that you think I’d be okay with that?!”
Gazing at him a moment longer, Ryo moved to open the door again only for it to
be Akira’s hand that slammed against it this time.
“Don’t fucking ignore me,” he said, so close that Ryo could feel his breath on
the back of his neck.
Ryo huffed. “What do you expect me to do then?” he said, turning to meet the
other boy’s gaze. “Tell you to continue wallowing like this and act as if it
isn’t an inconvenience?”
“I’m killing the demons on your list! How is that inconvenie-”
“You’re putting yourself at too much of a risk!” Ryo’s voice was louder than he
meant for it to be, surprising both of them. “...Look. You’re our only
effective weapon against these things. We need to get rid of them, yes, but
throwing yourself in harm’s way without even telling me first-!”
“Why does it matter if I tell you?! Why should I?! So you can stand on the
sidelines filming me like it’s some bizarre snuff film? So you can shoot humans
the moment I have my back turned?!”
Akira’s breath was hot on his face and, eyes narrowed in a glare, Ryo found
himself tilting his head away to try to be slightly less out of direct fire.
For a moment, Akira’s eyes seemed to drift to that exposed white of his neck.
“I’m  protecting  you,” Ryo said. “Without me, you’d still be that sniveling
little boy who-”
His words were cut off as Akira punched the door beside his head, hearing the
sound of the wood splitting slightly.
Again, that shiver ran down his spine.
Tense static crackled in the air between them, jaws clenched and eyes narrowed
until, just for a split second, Ryo’s eyes flitted to Akira’s mouth. Evidently,
that was all the invitation Akira needed to crush their lips together, grabbing
a handful of Ryo’s shirt and shoving against the door with enough force that it
felt like his ribs might crack, a harsh gasp pushed from his lungs. Akira
pulled away from a moment, beginning to ask an “Are you okay?” only for Ryo to
push their lips back together.
Fisting a hand in Ryo’s hair, Akira tugged his head sideways and moved his
mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of bites just light enough to not break
skin.
“W-wait…” Ryo said, pushing against Akira’s chest as reality tugged
irritatingly at the corner of his mind. “I have guests downstairs…”
Akira nipped at his neck again. “Can’t you just leave them for that secretary
of yours to take care of?”
“They’re professional associates, I need to maintain a good image,” he said,
reluctantly pulling himself out of Akira’s grip. “While I’m gone, do something
about that, will you?” he indicated the demon blood that still covered Akira
and, unfortunately, had also gotten on his own clothing. “There’s an ensuite
over there.”
Akira looked down at himself, making a face as if he hadn’t noticed quite the
state he was in prior, and nodded. Finally, Ryo was allowed to exit the room.
Sighing heavily, he straightened his shirt and attempted to fix his mussed hair
as well as he could without a mirror as he made his way back to the stairs.
From there, he could see the two men he had abruptly abandoned coversing
amongst themselves only to break, looking at him with hesitant interest, when
they noticed him rejoining them.
“Is everything alright?” the one on the left asked, his name having already
escaped Ryo’s memory.
“I’m afraid my friend has been through quite an ordeal,” he said, putting on
his most professional tone of voice. “If you’ll forgive my rudeness, gentlemen,
I think it would be best if we continue this discussion at a later point in
time.”
Both nodded, standing up to exchange handshakes and polite goodbyes, but it
didn’t escape Ryo’s notice that they seemed to be a bit more interested in his
neck than his gaze and he realized belatedly that Akira had likely left at
least one or two marks. So much for maintaining a good image.
Running a hand through his hair, he made his way back to his bedroom and opened
the door to find Akira lying on his bed, phone in hand and wearing nothing more
than a pair of boxers. Ignoring the ensuing cry of protest, Ryo plucked it from
his hands and only gave a cursory glance to it being open to a news article
about the “mysterious rash of violent deaths” before he tossed it over his
shoulder. If it broke, he could just buy a new one anyway.
“Wasn’t I just telling you to get your mind off that?” he asked, crawling onto
the bed and seating himself on Akira’s lower abdomen.
Despite the half-hardness that Ryo could already feel pressing against him,
Akira gave him a hesitant, questioning look and asked “Are you sure you’re okay
with this?”
“Of course. We’re satisfying carnal desire, nothing more,” he said, expression
remaining neutral though he could feel some heat rising to his cheeks. It felt
like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. This was just sex,
it didn’t mean anything. Akira was doing this only because Ryo was willing to
allow him to, otherwise he would have simply found someone else. There were no
romantic feelings involved. It was no more than Ryo’s imagination that Akira
seemed to be slightly disappointed at his words.
This was about getting their minds off of everything. Both of them.
Ryo leaned forward and crushed his lips to Akira’s, tugging his hair between
his fingers and urging that they continue what they started earlier before Ryo
could think anymore. Akira’s mouth moved with his own, open and wanting and
betraying once more just how desperate he had become. His hands wasted no time
in moving up Ryo’s body, fingers finding the button on his collar and stumbling
to undo it and each beneath it. Pulling away the thin fabric, Akira broke from
their kiss to instead suck and bite down Ryo’s neck until he found his way to
his nipples. “It’s too bad you don’t have tits for me to bury my face in,”
Akira growled in a teasing tone.
Ryo laughed around a gasp as Akira bit down, tongueing at the nub between his
teeth. “I’ll be sure to file a complaint.” His breath shuddered as Akira
switched to the other side, pushing Akira’s head against his chest to urge him
on more.
Reaching a hand behind him, Ryo experimentally brushed his fingers over the
bulge in Akira’s boxers, feather light, and the boy’s breath hitched. When
another bite came to his chest, Ryo took it as an okay and properly wrapped the
hand around his dick, but only a moment later Akira broke away with a choked
“Wait.”
He stopped, removing his hand and looking down at Akira in question, who
pointedly avoided meeting his gaze. In the darkness, he could just make out a
blush on the boy’s cheeks. “Can I… How far can I go?” he asked, eyes flicking
to Ryo’s for a moment only to be averted again.
Ryo opened his mouth to say he could do whatever he wanted, but what came out
instead was “Shit.”
“What?”
He clicked his tongue, rolling off Akira and letting his head fall back against
pillow. “I don’t have any condoms,” he explained, wondering how long it would
take to run out and buy some. “No offense, but I don’t exactly want to have to
clean demon jizz out of my ass later.”
“I, um…” Ryo felt Akira shift on the bed and looked over to see him pick up
something he hadn’t noticed on the nightstand. “I bought some a while ago. I’ve
been kind of… My sex drive has been way higher since I became Devilman, so I
thought it’d be a good idea to keep some on me, just in case…”
After a moment’s pause, Ryo broke out in laughter. “Well, in that case,” he
rolled over, leaning over Akira to pull a bottle of lube out of the
nightstand’s drawer and held it up for Akira to see, “the answer to your
question is I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Akira smiled, grabbing the bottle in one hand, and Ryo felt the other make its
way up his leg, a finger slipping into the waist of pants and tugging on it.
Wasting no time, Ryo undid them and pulled the pants off, letting his underwear
go with them. Rolling the two of them so he was on top, Akira uncapped the
bottle and poured some onto his fingers, watching Ryo to ascertain that what he
was doing was okay as he reached down to slide the fingers in slowly.
The sensation wasn’t wholly unfamiliar. There had been a few times, a few
nights, when Ryo had played the footage of Akira massacring demons across
screens in his bedroom and had found himself overcome by fantasies that made
his hand travel lower than usual. Carnal desires, he told himself. Nothing
more. But when it was his own fingers, he knew exactly how they were going to
move, exactly how much pressure there was going to be. The sensation of Akira’s
fingers, combined with the knowledge that his fantasies were about to become
reality to some degree, was different. Thrilling.
A moan escaped him as Akira’s fingers delved deeper, working him open roughly,
and the sound was caught by Akira as he reconnected their lips. Hot gasps of
breath were shared between the two before Ryo moved to give Akira’s neck
attention again, not wanting to be the only one coming apart at the other’s
ministrations. A third finger was added and Ryo bit harder at Akira’s neck,
fully determined to leave him with bruises, to tell the world  “he’s mine, he’s
mine, he’s mine.”
“Can I put it in?” Akira asked breathily above him and Ryo let himself fall
back against the pillow, nodding fervently in consent, eyes half lidded and
already breathing hard. He felt the fingers slip out, heard the crinkle of the
condom wrapper, and a moment later something larger was pressing into him, hot
and hard. He groaned as it filled him, so much larger than the fingers, and
felt his own neglected length drip against his stomach. Akira grunted, fingers
digging into Ryo’s hips as he stilled himself to allow Ryo time to adjust once
he was in to the hilt.
Panting and desperate, Ryo reached his hand down to pump at his own cock and
hissed “ Move. ” Needing no more prompting, Akira pulled back and slammed into
him hard. Sharp gasps filled the room with each thrust, the fingers on Ryo’s
hips digging their nails in painfully, only serving to work him up even more as
Ryo dug his own into Akira’s back. One hand moved to Ryo’s neck, choking him
hard enough that he felt his mind cloud with more than lust.
“I- I’m gonna-” Akira stuttered between grunts and Ryo didn’t need to hear the
rest of his sentence to understand, feeling Akira swell in him. The speed of
the thrusts only increased, working Ryo towards his own orgasm. Akira bent
forward, removing the hand around his neck and connecting their lips in an
attempt to continue their earlier kiss only to quickly separate, too distracted
as they breathed stilted gasps that mingled in the small space between them.
Akira’s breath hitched and he stilled, letting out a shaking gasp as Ryo felt
the condom fill with his release. He watched him, pumping himself faster, and
as Akira came down, he took notice to this and replaced Ryo’s hand with his
own. Working his mouth on the crook under Ryo’s chin, he rubbed his thumb over
the slit and the boy let out a sharp gasp, coming hard after only a few more
pumps as he felt Akira smile in satisfaction against his neck.
Pulling out, Akira tied off the condom and tossed it carelessly away before
flopping bonelessly beside Ryo who gazed at him, still trying to catch his
breath. “...Thanks for that,” Akira said after a minute, not looking up.
Ryo nodded, sitting up. “Glad I could be a good distraction.” He sat in thought
for a few minutes, finally saying “Y’know, Akira, if you ever-” He broke off
when he looked back down at Akira. The boy’s eyes were closed and his breath
had already slowed in sleep.
Feeling empty in more ways than one, he stood and hobbled to the ensuite
bathroom.
In the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, he gazed at himself and hated what he
saw: body too small and gangly, too-pale skin blotchy with bite marks and
bruises that were already starting to form, lower abdomen covered in his own
semen.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
Someone who Akira would never have agreed to fuck if he hadn’t been so
desperate.
Turning on the shower, he stepped under the stream before the water had time to
heat and tried to forget about the boy sleeping in his bed who he didn’t,
couldn’t, love.
But maybe he was starting to.
End Notes
     This was my first (in my opinion) successful attempt at writing an
     explicit sex scene so hoooopefully it's decent? Please tell me tbh.
     Also this was obviously my first time trying to write these boys in
     their Crybaby characterizations, which was definitely interesting.
     You can find me on Tumblr and Twitter as bizarrequazar
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