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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Devilman_(Anime_&_Manga)
  Relationship:
      Asuka_Ryou_|_Satan/Fudou_Akira
  Character:
      Asuka_Ryou_|_Satan, Fudou_Akira, jenny_is_just_there
  Additional Tags:
      Possessive_Behavior, Toxic_Relationship, Dubious_Consent, Dirty_Talk,
      Teasing, implied_akira/miki, Manipulation
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-19 Words: 2839
****** You, here with me ******
by pendejadas
Summary
     Ryo always has open arms for Akira, no matter the circumstance.
Notes
     Mild spoilers, mainly in the sense that I tried to allude to endgame
     events, though I suppose it's pretty vague.
See the end of the work for more notes
There’s no telling what Akira would do if Ryo slipped his hands a little lower,
a little more forceful and wanting; saying what he really means. Ryo’s hands
instinctively wrap around his dear friend, coming to him red faced and panting
as he claims to be tired. Tired. Akira didn’t understand at all, or perhaps,
the goodness in his heart didn’t want to see what was as plain to him as the
straining bulge pressed up against Ryo’s skinny thigh, damp against even the
thick fabric of clothes separating them. He soothes tender nothings into sweat
slick skin, brushing back the wild hair of Akira’s just to feel him tremble and
know it was by his own tainted hand.
“I…,” Akira nearly heaves, swallowing thick as he goes rigid in Ryo’s arms,
shivering with likely the force it takes to restrain himself at such close
proximity.
“Shh,” Ryo hushes, thumb brushing over Akira’s parted lips. “Since when have we
kept secrets from one another?” Ryo answers back, eyes plain and softening,
despite the piercing blue that often scares everyone away- everyone besides
Akira.
“I don’t- hah,” Akira breathes, wincing as he attempts a laugh that looks
nearly painful. “I-I’m not okay.”
“I know what’s wrong with you.” Ryo says after a long moment of simply staring
at Akira, admiring the way he looks like a newborn fawn, slick and afraid. He
reaches forward to cup prominent cheekbones that have scarred more often in the
past few days than their knees when they used to play as children. “You poor
thing. You’re pent up, and you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
 Akira only stares at him, eyes glossy and huffing miserable puffs of breath as
he clings tightly onto Ryo’s shirt, slightly tearing holes into it, likely
without meaning to.
 Ryo sees the the world in his eyes, and he can’t deny him that.
 “As a demon, your body has changed. You require a level of physicality- a
physical intimacy or simply a carnal experience, if you will. Your appetite has
been changed in many ways, and you’ll be insatiable until you can control
yourself.”
Akira looks at him dumbly, with a world neither of them understand is heavy on
his newly broadened shoulders, and nearly whimpers. “What do I do?” He whispers
harshly, already understanding how much he’s ascended, even if it must pain him
to let go of being a human in even a tiny way. Ryo’s hands come to slowly rake
up and down his muscular back, just barely digging in, hard enough to hurt,
gentle enough to tease.
“The better question is; what did you do?” Ryo almost hisses, jealousy spiking
as he imagines Akira tangled in Miki’s bed, between her legs, her breasts, her
thighs. His nails push in harder, still moving up and down Akira’s tensing
back, and he revels in the choked gasp he receives after the tension builds
back up in his friend’s body.
“I-I only-,” Akira chokes, keening up against Ryo’s touch.
The demon in Ryo/s arms can hardly answer back, a fact that thrills Ryo as much
as it disappoints him, and before he knows it, his hands snake up Akira’s
shirt, ghosting ribs that rise and fall every time his lips brush up against
the shell of his ear. He moves in closer and closer, rebranding Akira’s skin
with his own acidic touch. He would be reborn, just like this.
“What did you do?” Ryo asks again, lips curling as he mouths Akira’s ear lobe
and briefly teases his finger against the waistband of his friend’s pants only
for him to roughly buck up against him with a cut off growl.
“I saw her!” Akira groans out, face contorted as the cords of his neck tense at
just the prospect of being touched the way he needed. “Damn it... I saw her.”
He swallowed thickly, the noise loud in Ryo’s ear with how close they are. “I
could see her…”
Akira nearly whimpering by the end of the admission that tears from him like a
parasite- all while his face buried into Ryo’s neck and it’s already damp with
sweat, and maybe tears too. Was he upset? Or ashamed? Ryo feels flooded with
relief inexplicably, both that Akira wouldn’t risk getting caught as a demon
just to pleasure himself, but also, a vile relief that boils over like a
blanket meant to comfort, but also to suffocate slowly.
Like swallowing poison, Ryo asks further as the pinpricks of envy begin to numb
him, making him all the more bold, cruel. “You saw her cunt?” He questions,
fingers combing through Akira’s unruly hair while his other hand splays atop a
hopping belly, firm with tension.
Akira swallows a sob, cutting himself off mid hump as though he’s trying hard
not to force Ryo down on all fours. The beast within him was powerful, and Ryo
likes to think that not all of it comes from Amon.
“You saw her breasts too, didn’t you?” Ryo continues, sensually dragging his
spindle fingers up and down the expanse of Akira’s shuddering body, taut like a
flimsy bowstring pulled back too far. And when Akira denies nothing, Ryo gives
a bitter laugh as he feels his own arousal begin to swell, and he uses no
decorum as he fists his hand in Akira’s hair and uses a deft hand to remove his
belt and toss it to the marble floors with an echoing clatter.
How delightful it would be to see- to see Akira’s eyes dilate and wide with the
suggestion of being comforted by his dear friend, only in this context. There’s
a possessive desire that keeps Ryo barreling forward, sucking on the sensitive
space behind his earlobe hard enough to bruise, the way all humans like. The
whine that comes from low, low, low in Akira’s throat satisfies a hollowed out
part of Ryo, and he can hardly keep himself from degrading him more as his
fingertips dance on an engorged shaft.
“Don’t fight your primal desires. I know you wanted to mount her like the dog
you are.”
Akira snarls, a pained noise bursting from him. His cock thrums with pumping
blood, nearly twitching with how much he needs to just finish. “Ryo…” he
whimpers as he begins to blindly mouth at Ryo’s neck and exposed nape, rutting
up against fingers that are too calculated for his liking.
The utterance of Ryo’s name leaves him with his eyes wide, nearly toppling over
with the gust of warmth that invades him with- said like that, thinking of her,
he can’t stop a bark of laughter, peeling away at the layers of everything he
can’t yet understand. He steels himself, refusing to give in even though he’d
be content as dust sometimes, as long as he was in Akira’s urn too.
“You’re a beast. You wanted to split her in half.” Ryo sneers, his own breath
coming out shaky as he curls his fingers around a heavy cock that pulses in his
hands, smeared in the excess precum that oozes from the tip. “You would have
destroyed her just to please yourself.”
“I would never…!” Akira protests, and it’s only a moment before Ryo starts
pumping him in earnest with languid and slowly motions that always end with a
fist closed around the tip, nearly to the point of pain.
“Would you have finished inside her?” Ryo questions, humming at the end of it,
nonchalant even as his forehead beads with sweat and his eyes alight. “Would
you have bred her like a bitch in heat?”
“D-don’t call her that…” Akira counters, wracked with full body shivers as he
digs his nails hard into a bony shoulder blade of Ryo’s, nearly lost in the
pursuit of a pleasure that makes him nearly sick with incapacitating desire.
“Is it a lie then?” Ryo asks, cocking his head to the side as he leans into
Akira’s open mouth panting on his neck, leaving the soft flesh sore and wet. He
thinks of how much Akira wants this- but with Miki, and Miki only. Like a
punishment,  he stops mid pump and reaches down to tightly grip the base of
Akira’s swollen cock, but even then he doesn’t stop thrusting, even as he howls
in pain and claws at his back. “Isn’t that what you’re thinking of now? Isn’t
that why you’re fucking my hand?”
Akira growls, gasping, before shoving Ryo away. “Stop!” He yells, shoving the
blond away with more force than he intends.
If Ryo is angry, he doesn’t show it. Just stares back- his wet palm open and
dripping a puddle of precum into the pristine sheen of the marble floors,
almost bad as the ceiling at home this morning. Akira looks up and frowns at a
mirrored ceiling that shows his half hard dick dripping inhuman amounts of
 precum even still, and he shuts his eyes when tears of frustration begin to
prick at the corners of his eyes. He breathes deep, upset and afraid, running
his fingers through his wild mane of hair, until he sees Ryo move from the
corner of his eyes. It’s with a gasp that his eyes land on the blond carefully
stripping to reveal pert breasts and a modest pink dick, folding his clothes
away only for Jenny to pluck it from him and walk away without a word. Left
nearly speeches, he just stares, twitching to life when it finally processes
that this is real, and he’s still painfully hard from being blue balled earlier
as cruelly as he was.
“Ryo… what are you doing?” He questions, breath coming quick and fast, like a
frightened animal even as his body thrums with need. Without realizing, he
steps forward and into open arms, like always. He doesn’t know how Ryo does it.
“Isn’t this want you want? What you need?” Ryo asks, nonchalant as ever, even
with Akira nuzzling up against his breasts like a kitten.
“What I want…? Akira mumbles, half in a daze when a pebbled nipple brushes past
his lips, and he can hardly resist growling and taking it into his mouth.
Slender fingers rake through his hair again, and he could nearly melt into this
soft body that radiates warmth, leaving him hungry and desperate for a body
that calls to him as though he’ll find everything he’s ever wanted between
ivory thighs.
Already this far gone, Akira takes to blindly humping up against Ryo’s skinny
thigh as he grows harder than ever at feeling a firm dick prick up against him,
similarly leaking pearls of arousal onto his own clammy skin. “Ryo…” He pants,
and it’s difficult to say much else when every so often he feels warm and good
and content.
“I have to-” Akira chokes out in a hushed, low voice, only for Ryo to hear,
just as his desire bubbles up from within like lava.
“I know.” Ryo coos, and he’s wrapped in a familiar embrace up until the point
that sharp nails break his skin, dragging long lines against his back, forcing
him to howl and arch away from his touch, even though it is all he wants, all
he needs.
A sob wrings out of Akira, and he neatly buckles to his knees when Ryo pulls
away with a smug, knowing smile, like he knew everything, from the very start.
“I will be your vessel.” Ryo purrs, eyes flickering with an all consuming lust
that borders on dangerous, it feels like. It’s then that he’s walking away,
sauntering to the bed in bare feet as though it was supposed to be like this.
So casually it makes Akira groan, Ryo positions himself on his hands and knees,
presenting his asshole and erect cock to hang in the air, dripping still. “Take
me as you please. I’ve no shame in submitting to you like this, Akira.” He
purrs as pumps his dick once, and then uses a slick finger to circle his
contracting asshole.
“God…” Nearly mesmerized, Akira kicks off his pants and underwear finally,
tearing his shirt off in the hell of not being inside Ryo at this very instant.
He bounds towards him on the bed, his chest pressed to Ryo’s back, and in his
animalistic fervor, he ruts up against Ryo’s crack in an attempt to penetrate
him without hands.
It’s useless, and it leaves Akira growling and shivering as he’s taken in hand
by a chuckling Ryo who effortlessly reaches around to position his cock in the
right place, all with an unbearable smile. It takes only a mindless thrust to
penetrate him this way, and Akira’s back rumbles with Ryo’s groaning, and
digging his nails hard into his bony hips.
“Fuck…!” Akira roars, fading in and out of his devilman form, long enough for
his cock to grow inside of the dry heat of Ryo’s hole as his talons pierce
porcelain skin.
Below Akira, even in his heightened state of arousal and nearly complete loss
of his senses, he’s aware of Ryo tensing up due to either pleasure or pain, or
maybe both. He pounds into the tightness of a welcome ass, so hard their balls
slap together with the force of his movements. Like a man possessed, he bucks
up wildly into him and snarls, teeth bared as his fangs intermittently appear.
When they do, he take a firm bite at the back of Ryo’s neck, tasting copper and
expensive cologne intermingling in his mouth, like he was the one being marked
instead. 
“This is the real you.” Ryo purrs as he manages to maintain the arch in his
back despite the brutal fucking he was enduring. Beyond the flush to his pale
cheeks and a thin sheen of sweat on his body, he looked picture perfect, as
though he wasn’t having nearly animal sex at this very moment. “I love you…
when you’re like this.”
There’s the trickle of blood between them that spills hot from Ryo’s asshole,
and Akira feels it too. That he loves being like this, with Ryo, and in his
pleasure induced state, he can hardly think too much besides meld against him,
becoming one- separated only by the thinnest layer of sweat and blood.
“Ryo…” Akira pants again, eyes clenching shut as he switches the position of
his hands to grab tightly onto small breasts, pushing back hard against nipples
that drag across his palms. If he pushed hard enough, he could dig his way into
Ryo’s chest and hold his heart- just hold it, and take as much care of it as
Ryo did with his.
“Say my name again,” Ryo pants, throwing his head back to rest against Akira’s
tense neck as he’s fucked. “Say it just like that.”
In no place to follow orders- to do anything but blindly fuck up into Ryo-
 Akira simply howls and jack hammers into him like a man possessed, but when
the blond stops bucking up against him, he gives a frustrated huff of his name.
“Ryo, let me-”
Somehow, Ryo manages to match Akira’s strength from underneath him, and rocks
back against him in a way that has the brunette bellowing as he’s left at the
mercy of his dear friend that clamps down hard around him, trying to milk him
as his cock grows more and more engorged.
“Ryo, Ryo, Ryo…!” Barely human, Akira’s voice climbs to a roar when he finally
cums, thrusting so hard he has Ryo’s knees and the bed skidding forward as he
draws more blood and pumps an abnormal amount of cum inside him, enough to
loudly squelch and pour down onto the sheets that are stained with enough
bodily fluids to look like an offering for the sabbath. He collapses atop Ryo,
still messily pounding his ass, and mouths the bite mark he left- an indented
gash that’s painful just to look at. This seems to get the blond off, because
not a beat later does he feel him violently tremble below him, quietly groaning
into the soiled sheets below him.
And even in Akira’s post orgasmic state, fully hard as he stretches Ryo nearly
in two, he clings to him, feeling like he was being guided by some sort of
angel, surely. Ryo had to be something like that. Otherwise, how could he be so
ethereal and know so much? It just didn’t make sense, not at all, really, but
he could deal with not knowing. Right now, all he feels is their chests heaving
in tandem, their hearts slowing to a crawl. He fades in and out of
consciousness, barely aware when he’s delicately displaced and laid next to
Ryo.
Thin fingers come to drag across Akira’s hip, the touch fond as it slowly
relaxes him after such intense exertion. He was still getting used to this
body, but he feels nothing but fondness when a clammy hand comes to cup his
cheek.
“Your place is here.” Ryo asserts, voice a gentle lull into slumber as he
whispers into Akira’s ear.
“With me.”
End Notes
     ryo is a petty, nasty bitch (and i love him)
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