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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Devilman_(Anime_&_Manga), Devilman_Crybaby
  Relationship:
      Asuka_Ryo_|_Satan_&_Fudo_Akira, Asuka_Ryo_|_Satan/Fudo_Akira
  Character:
      Fudo_Akira, Asuka_Ryo_|_Satan
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_with_Feelings, Rough_Sex, Rough_Kissing, Domestic_Fluff, at_first
      anyway, Akira_eats_ass, Eating_out, Come_Inflation, Biting, Blood
      Drinking, Anal_Sex, Underage_Sex, i_think, Transformation, Demon_Sex,
      Trust, Boys_In_Love, Love, Crybaby-verse, Unbeta'd, Oral_Sex, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Boys_Kissing, They_in_love_bye, One_Shot,
      Rimming, Short_&_Sweet, Teen_Romance, Consensual_Underage_Sex, wh_O_O_PS,
      Spit_As_Lube, Warm_and_Fuzzy_Feelings, Twisted_and_Fluffy_Feelings,
      Idiots_in_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-24 Words: 3169
****** This Could be our Routine ******
by Telesthesia
Summary
     Hunt demons, come home, clean up, etc.
     Akira and Ryo begin a new routine together.
Notes
     Hi. I am so sorry for this.
     W h o o p s.
     This takes place in the crybabyverse. after Silene.
     Though I do sometimes do Ryo's character like he is in the manga.
     Sass man.
     Hope you enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Well done.” Ryo Asuka said passively, helping his worn out and bloodied
companion into his tidy apartment. He stood beside him, arm wrapped around the
exhausted young man’s shoulder to steady him as they made their way inside.
Ryo was slightly pleased with himself, having filmed the latest bout between
the devilman at his side and a group of unruly demons. Of course, it was Akira
who deserved the most credit. Though they both had already come to that
conclusion.
The devilman was always somewhat of a wreck after transforming. The man at the
moment was covered head to toe in thick yellow blood and entrails from his
fallen foe as well as having a few minor injuries himself on his torso. Little
abrasions and bruising there and there but nothing to distract from his
sculpted, sun kissed middle.
Ryo huffed softly as he brought the young man upstairs, without Jenny’s
assistance this time, and taking their time so the boy could adjust to each
labored step he took.
Once inside his spacious and a tab bit bare bedroom, Ryo walked with his
companion to his bed and sat him down carefully. He didn’t truly mind the
bloody yellow mess as it could be easily cleaned anyway. No use getting worked
up over such simple things as a stained comforter.
The black haired boy winced as the bed shifted and sank underneath him, muscles
clearly sore from the scuffle previously. He kept his soft brown eyes trained
on the blonde as he walked from the drawer across from the room with a simple
towel, some gauze and what seemed to be a few bandages.
Ryo sat behind Akira silently and unfolded the cloth in his pale hands before
rubbing it gently at the other’s cheek which only managed to spread the devil’s
liquid around on his smooth skin.
The noirette let out a soft sudden laugh, startling the blonde who looked at
him questioningly from over his shoulder.
Akira smiled softly, giving a small chuckle before even trying to explain.
“I used to do this to you when we were kids, Ryo. Remember?” He gave another
warm smile,
“Like when you demanded those other kid’s give my shoes back...” His expression
fell a bit.
“Good thing I can look after myself now, hm?” He gave a small laugh again
though it sounded more guilty than anything.
“Are you really dwelling on the past? It isn’t as if it matters.” Ryo commented
evenly, dragging the cloth in a neat line down the devilman’s arm and cleaning
off the yellow liquid.
“What’s done is done. You are no longer defenseless like you were then.”
The comment seemed to put the boy at ease as if for a moment before it was his
turn to sigh quietly.
“But ah.. Thank you. For helping me clean up.” Akira mumbled bashfully, slowly
as if to think about his words before coming out and saying them. He scratched
the back of his wild black hair, smiling sheepishly.
“You really didn’t have to, Ryo.”
Ryo raised a skeptical eyebrow and simply shook his head, finishing up on
rubbing the blood from his companion’s arm and began rubbing at his shoulder.
“I don’t need you making a mess of my home.” He responded smoothly again, like
it was nothing. Of course he had wanted to help the man after his hard work
collecting data for them.
The space went quiet between them, a comfortable silence as they sat side by
side and Ryo wiped his companion’s bare back clean of any reminisce of the
slaughter prior. It had begun to feel almost normal to spend their evening like
this after they met again. They would go out, hunt a demon on Ryo’s list, and
once they were finished would come back to Ryo’s apartment and clean up and
relax a bit. Though Ryo wasn’t one for idle time himself, if Akira needed it,
so be it. Then after a few hours of spaces of silence and idle chatter, Akira
would always stand up and stretch and declare he was headed home. That was
their typical routine since the beginning of their hunting of demons.
Though Akira always seemed worn down yet somehow riled up after a night of
tearing a demon to unidentifiable shreds. Like he wasn’t satisfied with simply
destroying a threat to the world but needed more. To do more damage. But he was
controlling himself fairly well, hands balled into fists on his knees and gaze
downcast. He was visibly tense, shoulders squared in a visibly uncomfortable
way.
“Akira. Breathe,” Ryo remarked quietly and pulled the now yellow stained towel
away from the devilman’s body. He stood, tossing the disgusting rag into a
hamper close to the door and glanced at the dark haired man who only stared
down at the floor. The blonde could practically feel the wave of anxiety that
washed over him just from looking at the man.
Leaning on the wall opposite Akira, Ryo folded his arms and eyed the devilman
over carefully. His pale blue eyes were sharp like daggers as he examined his
companion.
“Spit it out. What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes nearly piercing straight through
the devilman who jumped at his directness.  
The tan man looked up slowly, his closed fists trembling as he did. He had
large tears streaming down his sharp features and his brows were furrowed
deeply in concern.
Ryo let a soft sigh leave his lips as he walked back and sat beside his friend,
touching his shoulder gently in an act of reassurance. Seeing Akira tear up as
he was prone to do wasn’t something he could properly scold without feeling the
slightest bit of remorse for after all.
“Why are you crying?” He asked simply, like a mother would ask a child.
Akira reached up, wiping one eye and giving a disgustingly loud sniff. He
looked at Ryo carefully, studying his expression before he spoke.
“..I can’t get used to this body yet no matter how long I have it.. The demon
in me loves the fight and the blood. It makes all my senses so much stronger..”
He trailed off, looking back down and tearing his dark eyes away from Ryo’s icy
blue ones.
“It makes it hard to focus or relax.. I feel like a spring is in my stomach.”
Akira wiped his eyes once again and seemed a bit reluctant to tell the blonde
the feelings building up inside him.
“The thirst for violence,  for blood .. It’s nauseating.”
The blonde appeared passive at Akira’s confession and he touched his chin in
thought as he glanced over the strong man before him.
“I see. Well considering last time, offering you money for whores did nothing
to ease your tension by any stretch of the imagination.” He reminessed bluntly
before glancing back to meet Akira’s now wide brown eyes.
“Correct?” He edged on.
With a sigh and a rough scratch to his head, Akira nodded and let out an
annoyed groan.
 “Yeah.. and I couldn’t do that again even if I tried, Ryo. It just.. What if I
hurt a human?” The dark haired man looked down again into his lap and stared at
his tattered black jeans, like he was ashamed to even think such a thing. Or
like he was trying to play coy with hiding something like the erection he’d
been sporting since after the fight.
Giving a small raise of his eyebrow, Ryo shook his head.
“A normal human woman wouldn’t even be able to handle your improved stamina and
violent tendencies. She most likely wouldn’t even last the night, let alone
walk away alive if you happened to get carried away.” He commented bluntly once
again.
Akira looked mortified for a split second before his expression became one of
immense shame and fear, the thought of killing and practically splitting a
women in two with his manhood was an utterly terrifying yet slightly arousing
thought..
He blinked quickly, tan cheeks going an alarming red at the realization of his
thought and he looked away quickly from Ryo, who was peering at him with a
quiet curiosity.
 
The blonde stood up with a slightly over dramatic sigh and turned to face the
devilman seated on his bed.
“It appears this is the only alternative I can think of.” He commented shortly
before unbuttoning his long white overcoat and slipping it off his shoulders.
He folded it neatly in his arms before tossing it lightly aside beside the
hamper from before. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white collared
shirt, exposing his collarbone and shoulder to the open air. He said back in
front of Akira and eyed him calmly.
“You said you had a thirst for blood, right? Go on.”
Akira’s eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at his childhood friend’s milky
white skin as it was bared for him.  Submission.  The demon, Amon, called from
deep within Akira’s chest. His brown eyes shot up to lock with Ryo’s bright
blue ones, his expression begging for an explanation or at least permission.
“I put you in this situation, Akira. I take full responsibility.” The blonde
said cooly, brushing his bangs from his face a bit out of habit.
“I have complete faith in you.”
 
Without a second thought, Akira dove in quickly, reaching out and grabbing
Ryo’s thin shoulders roughly and pulling him in close so they were pressed
together with Ryo nearly in Akira’s lap. He moved quickly, moaning in elation
as he sunk his sharpened canines into the other man’s soft, pale shoulder. The
fresh, ruby blood seeped from the new wound and the pungent iron smell filled
their noses.
The blonde under him winced at the rough bite to his flesh as it was torn but
simply put an arm around the devilman’s shoulder and the other cupped the back
of his head and gently tangled his fingers in his black hair, as if encouraging
him to indulge himself further.
Akira’s now clawed finger tips touched roughly at Ryo’s boney hips and held him
in place demandingly as he slurped and licked at the wound on his beloved
friend’s shoulder.
“Fuck.. Ryo..” The devilman growled against the fresh wound as he slowly peered
up at Ryo, gauging his expression. The blonde’s cheeks were covered in a faint
pink flush and he seemed surprised by Akira locking eyes with him in that
moment.
Akira couldn’t help but to stare at Ryo’s bashful expression… it was unfamiliar
on his usually stoic friend’s face. It stirred something in Akira’s chest as he
looked into Ryo’s seemingly vulnerable gaze and before he knew it, he leaned
forward and pressed the blonde into the mattress. He straddled him to make
their arrangement more comfortable before he put his hand on Ryo’s cheek. He
licked the blood stuck to his own lips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ryo questioned, though seeming not very
interested in the answer as he kept his eyes trained solely on Akira. Intent
flashed in his vision. Akira could sense it.
 “...I haven’t seen you look like this before.” Akira flashed him a small
smile, almost uncharacteristic for the situation but proud he got to witness
such an event.
“You offered your own blood to me.. Just so I could control the painful urges.
I.. I’m glad it’s you. And I’m glad you trust me.” He said softly, their faces
barely two inches apart as Akira gazed down into Ryo’s face.
Ryo gave a small tsk and stared back evenly at the man over top of him.
“Of course. It’s my own fault you became this, Akira.” He said passively again,
though it sounded more like an excuse in Akira’s ears.
“It isn’t, Ryo. I wanted to help you and mankind. I did this for us. I have
people I want to protect.” He said, his brown eyes seeming to be glazed over by
a desperate want that was slowly overtaking his senses the closer he stayed to
Ryo and his open wound.
“Then protect us.” The blonde said seriously, though his eyes flashed a sort of
mischievous look.  
“I trust you fully.”

 With those words, Akira leaned forward and pressed his blood stained lips to
Ryo’s plump ones and kissed him with a passion as he was finally overtaken with
need. His strong arms stayed to the sides of Ryo’s head and lightly tangled in
stray locks of blonde hair as Ryo kissed him back a bit rougher than Akira
though he would. He felt his heart ache with desire and sheer ecstasy that Ryo,
his childhood accomplice and lifeline and now partner in crime, wasn’t
completely disgusted by the idea of him. He marveled in the kiss as it hung
between them and suddenly felt his body nearly be engulfed in a monsterous heat
that flooded from his chest outward. The growing, desperate desire to claim and
mark the man under him and make him a disgusting mess. Though Akira could do no
such thing as Ryo was always so full of grace.
Digging his nails down into the back of Akira’s skull, Ryo snapped the black
haired man from becoming lost in his thoughts. The blonde bit down on Akira’s
bottom lip and pulled back a tad, a strange and barely visible smirk played on
his lips. It only stroked Akira’s flame further. It was like Ryo had been
waiting for this himself and the thought excited and terrified the devilman.
Not being able to take much more waiting, Akira sat up and slid down on Ryo’s
thin body until he was eye level with the boy’s crotch and fumbled with the
blonde’s belt. He glanced up at him for any sign of distress to which the boy
gave none and simply looked at him with a smug expression on his features.
Impatience getting the better of him, Akira yanked the belt away and threw it
off the bed with ease before he slipped the man’s pants down to show his white
boxers and his half hard cock straining against his leg. The sight pleased
Akira and the demon within him.  A being so pleased by pain. Facinsting.  Amon
growled from inside Akira’s head.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight and worked hastily, pulling his
white boxers down with a swift tug and he felt Ryo shiver at the exposure to
the old air.
Akira wasted no time in surging forward and engulfing Ryo’s cock into his mouth
in one swift go, only gagging a little as he hit the back of his throat.
Showing the first sign of enjoyment, The blonde let out a shaky groan and
looked down towards the man between his thighs.
“Weren’t.. You the one who was so riled up to fuck?” He questioned though he
definitely wasn’t looking for a real answer.
All the devilman knew was that his insides screamed to claim and make a mess of
his beloved friend.
Keeping his eyes trained up towards the blonde and holding dangerously tight to
Ryo’s thighs, Akira licked roughly and sucked down the man’s cock again and
again and again until he felt him begin to tremble underneath his fingertips.
His claw-like nails dug into Ryo’s milky white thighs.
Pulling back with a slick ‘pop’ Akira moved down a bit, licking and sucking on
the skin under Ryo’s cock until he came to his hole. He didn’t hesitate before
grabbing a tighter hold on Ryo’s thighs and pressing his tongue in hungrily.
Ryo let out a strangled moan of pleasure, tugging now at Akira’s hair as he
worked on opening him up.
All Akira could feel was the desire to dive into Ryo’s warmth and never leave.
To hear those sweet cries and see that flushed face over, and over again.
Akira couldn’t stop himself from the warmth overflowing his body as he slowly
shifted out of his human body into the larger stature of his devil body. He
didn’t even notice as he slid his now long tongue in and out of the man’s tight
heat and only realized he had changed when Ryo let out an overwhelmed cry and
came up onto his chest. His creamy white skin stained with white.
Giving a low growl of eagerness, Akira pulled his tongue back and moved to sit
up, pulling the pale man’s legs apart further and admiring the wrecked face of
the man under him.
“Ryo..” Akira couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips as more tears
suddenly slipped from his eyes and down his cheeks. He leaned over the wrecked
blonde and touched his cheek with his large clawed hand.
 Ryo, still trying to catch his breath, reached over his hand and just held it
there reassuringly.
“Akira. Go on. Release yourself.” He managed to get out between pants for
breath.
 
And so Akira did.
He lined his terrifyingly large cock up with Ryo’s lightly prepared ass and
slammed inside in one swift motion.
Ryo’s eyes bulged, digging his dull nails up into the devilman’s solid
shoulders and arching his back as the sweet mix of pain and euphoria overtook
his senses.
Letting go of his reason, Akira leaned down and moved himself in and out of the
blonde at an intense, grueling pace. He couldn’t control the urge to fuck and
claim anymore no matter how hard he tried.
The slick slap of skin echoed around the room as Akira fucked into Ryo’s tight
heat, desperate to chase his release.
Ryo’s head was thrown back into a pillow, an undignified expression played on
his features as he was slammed into roughly by the statuesque devilman.
Loud pants emanated from Akira as he thrust harder and harder into Ryo until he
squeezed his eyes shut hard and came deep into him, spilling his nearly endless
amount of seed inside him. The blonde threw his head back hard, back lifting
from the bed a bit as he came for a second time onto his and Akira’s stomachs.
 
Spending moments connected like that, Akira slowly morphed back into his human
form where he collapsed against Ryo while trying to catch his breath. They
stayed quiet like that for a while, just staying still in the warmth of the
afterglow.
Akira pressed a soft apologetic kiss to Ryo’s bloodied shoulder.
Ryo glanced at Akira who was looking at him from his shoulder with his dark
brown puppy dog eyes.
“I’m not upset with you, Akira. If that is what you’re thinking. I trust you.
And see? You didn’t kill me. Just as planned.” He said matter of factly.
Akira stayed quiet for a moment before giving a small laugh.
“You  are  stronger than any human women I’ve met, Ryo.” he said, a teasing
glint in his eye.
“Well of course,” The blonde said easily and eyed Akira over. He felt stiff and
much too full now but.. He felt warm.
“Maybe.. This could be our new routine.”
End Notes
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