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works/2077251.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Inazuma_Eleven
  Relationship:
      Kiyama_Hiroto_|_Gran/Nagumo_Haruya_|_Burn
  Character:
      Kiyama_Hiroto_|_Gran, Nagumo_Haruya_|_Burn
  Additional Tags:
      Macro/Micro, Vore, Hard_vore, Vomiting, UH._WHAT_ELSE_DO_I_SAY_ABOUT
      THIS, theres_nsfw_in_here_but_its_brief_uh, im_so_sorry
  Series:
      Part 2 of burn_gets_vored
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-04 Words: 1322
****** nauseating ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     the last thing burn felt was bile rising in his throat
Notes
     this is like. an alternate ending to devour where gran found burn
     instead of gazel finding him
     this is a lot more gross. a lot lot more gross please dont look at me
     ever
“Let go of me!!”
Burn squirmed in Gran's gloved hand as the taller boy walked down the hall, an
almost devious smirk on his face. Burn had made a terrible mistake during
practice—a mistake that Seijirou had not taken kindly to. The man had shrunken
down the flame hearted striker as a temporary punishment, and was planning on
returning him to his original size later, but Gran seemed to have other ideas.
Gran just looked down at Burn and grinned “Ah, but if I do, you'll fall to the
floor and surely hurt yourself. Isn't it safer up in my hand?” He asked with a
tilted head, making his way to his room.
The small boy just glared up at him, a deep rage pooling in his stomach that
reached its way to his eyes, a fire burning in them. Gran noticed and slowed
his steps, arching an eyebrow.
“My my, aren't you an angry little thing?” He cooed in an almost mocking tone.
He reached out with his free hand to ruffle Burn's hair with a finger, watching
the other squirm in anger “Don't be angry, you're just.. going to help me out
with something.”
Gran got to his room and opened the door, Burn still squirming in his grip. He
paid no mind to it, however, and moved to flop onto his bed, resting back on
the pillow and just holding Burn up in front of him. He licked his lips and
brought his other hand up to the small, angered striker, starting to pull off
his soccer uniform.
“H-Hey!” Burn exclaimed, trying (and failing) to escape Gran's hand “S-Stop
that! What are you doing?!”
Gran just calmly continued, pulling Burn's shorts down as the other squirmed in
his grip “This is gonna make what you're helping me with easier, stop moving
around so much.”
He groaned “What am I even helping you with anyways? What can I do at this
size?” He nearly made an embarrassed squeak as his boxers were tugged down
swiftly and moved to cover himself with his hands, face burning brightly “A-And
what the hell am I doing for you that involves me being naked and one inch
tall?!”
The taller boy just smirked and tossed the discarded, tiny clothes aside, using
his now free hand to pull Burn's hands away from his crotch. Burn protested, of
course, but Gran took no mind to it, successfully getting his arms pulled away.
Gran brought him forward and began to lick the small boy, Burn squirming and
letting out a startled gasp as Gran's tongue ran over his now exposed dick.
“G-Gran, I-” He was cut off as the other ran his tongue over him again, giving
a quiet moan. Gran just kept licking him, focusing on the aching in between his
legs for a moment at a time before going back to just licking up the small
naked boy. Burn soon found the sensation too much to bare and he tensed with a
loud cry before coming on the end of Gran's tongue.
Gran lapped it up with a slight grin as Burn caught his breath, his chest
heaving with the suddenness of his orgasm. He soon caught his breath, looking
Gran's way with an arched eyebrow “W-Was that all?..”
His smirk turned devious, almost predatory in nature “Nope.”
Burn shyed back from his captor and Gran shifted a bit, still holding him
tightly. He gave the smaller redhead no time to react as he shoved his legs
into his mouth, biting down on them hard at the knee.
A gurgled cry escaped Burn's lips as he scrambled to get away, but Gran's hand
and mouth held him tight as he snapped the bones, pressing his tongue to the
stumps that were once Burn's legs. The metallic taste was nice, yes, but he
didn't want Burn to bleed out, and he had heard that saliva can clot wounds, so
swirling his tongue around the bloodied stumps was his only option.
Tears rolled down the tiny striker's face, choking back sobs as he just watched
the taller boy chew up the severed halves of his legs with bleary eyes, the
other licking his lips and giving a slight grin “Hmm, not bad..”
He brought the boy up to his lips again, nibbling at the fingers of one hand as
Burn just winced, tears still welling up in his eyes. He slowly, meticulously
bit off a couple of his fingers, then shoved Burn's arm into his mouth, his
teeth grazing the skin before biting down at the elbow.
Burn just watched and made a choked groan, trembling as Gran lapped at the
stump of his arm, savoring the flavor for a moment before it faded. He turned
Burn over and did the same thing to his other arm, the smaller boy barely
reacting aside from a weak cry, tears no longer streaming down his face.
Gran made a disappointed look “Aw, Burn, it's no fun if you don't make noises.
Has it been too much?”
The boy in his hand was trembling, tears streaked down his face though he was
no longer crying. He was just staring bleary-eyed up at his captor, his breaths
shaky. Gran reached out with his free hand and stroked his hair for a moment,
smiling almost sympathetically down at Burn. Though the smaller boy was in pain
and was now deathly afraid of the other, he leaned up into the touch on his
head, finding an almost out of place comfort in his gentle touch.
He ran a finger down Burn's untouched torso, the tiny boy quivering under his
touch. Gran took a moment to admire his work, how much he had broken the boy in
his hand, how he had reduced the kicking and screaming terror of a boy to a
shaking, weak mess. He felt powerful.
But he wasn't done yet.
He nibbled on the skin of Burn's stomach for a moment, relishing in the cry of
pain he made as he tore off some muscle and swallowed it, lapping at the wound
to stop the bleeding before pushing the small boy into his mouth. Burn didn't
struggle, didn't try to claw his way up the tongue with his messy stump arms
and escape, he just let Gran turn him every which way with his tongue, wincing
slightly as his tongue brushed over the wound on his stomach.
Gran soon swallowed him, tilting his head back on the pillow and closing his
eyes, bringing a hand up to his throat as Burn went down. He grabbed a bottle
of water off of the nightstand and took a few drinks from it, speeding up the
once fiery striker's descent.
It was cramped and warm and Burn could barely breathe. He could hear Gran's
heart beating with a sickening thump-a-thump-a-thump that almost made him want
to vomit. He was so close to the one that had ruined him, the one that had
crippled him and made him this way that it churned a nauseous feeling in his
stomach that threatened to dump his lunch from earlier all over his bare chest.
The nausea only grew in intensity as Burn felt himself being pulled into a
freefall, splashing into the acids with a pained cry. He lay there in the
acids, wanting to move but not having any means to, wincing and sobbing
silently as the acids only made the pain in his limbs intensify. His nausea
soon gave way and he gagged, vomiting all over his bare chest, his breaths
sharp and choked.
Gran sighed contently, resting a hand on his stomach and rubbing in slow
circles, his eyes still closed. Satisfied with his meal, he just lay there for
awhile, a serene smile on his face.
“Burn,” He soon started, catching the smaller boy's attention just before he
was about to pass out from lack of oxygen.
“Thanks for the help.”
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