human

akira fudou

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

Unlike Akira, Satan—and Ryou—was a fantastic dancer. Hours alone in a large house left to their own devices with only a bunch of records and tapes had given them a lot of time to practice. They drew back, their feet and hips moving accordingly to the beat with great expertise.

Their trench coat twirled around them when they moved. If their wings were out, surely they’d be fluttering with happiness. Blue eyes glinted mischievously in the dim lighting. Neon lights flashed over Satan’s face, barely giving Akira a good look at the angel as they moved in closer.

Back pressed to Akira’s front, they guided his hands down the length of their torso and tilted their head back.

"You’re awful at this," they teased, stepping back onto one of Akira’s feet purposefully. It’d be funny to get a rise out of him, he was cute when he was all pouty. Satan grinned, white teeth gleaming in the dark club.

When they turned to fully face Akira, their hands moved to the collar of the black wife-beater he wore. It fit him nicely, they thought, their hand smoothing out over the bit of exposed chest. “Akira…”

[humanedemon]

"Am not," Akira insisted with a frown, glancing around nervously every time he stumbled. No one really seemed to be conscious of the large man's awkward footing and minimum dancing, but Satan made him feel self-conscious about his skills. "You're just too good at this..." 

Dancing wasn't meant for someone with such a heavy build in the first place. Instead, he complemented Satan's flashy yet attractive moves with his mild ones, hips rolling against their backside with the music. When they turned into his arms once more, Akira couldn't help but blush. No matter how far they went, they would always twirl back to him the second he felt lost.

What a tease.

Both hands slipped within the trench coat to grab hold of Satan's slender hips, fingers pressing here and there. He pulled them close against him, leaning forward to meet their lips and exchange warm breaths. "Mn. Did you have plans for anything else tonight?"

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

A chuckle left them. “It’s a club. It’s bound to be weird.” Reaching into their pocket, they withdrew two IDs. One for Akira, one for themselves. One was passed over to Akira as they neared the club, which was visible from a distance due to the bright neon sign. There was the throb of a bassline and beat of drums that seemed to make the air vibrate.

Flashing their ID at the bouncer, they stepped inside the crowded club with a little smirk on their face. Immediately, they had a few women flocking to them, but they turned them down in favor of the man who had followed in after him.

Satan turned to Akira and grasped onto the front of his shirt, walking backwards into the crowd and drawing him forth so their bodies pressed together. Blue eyes closed, lashes brushing across their cheeks, and they smiled in contentment as their arms found their way around Akira’s neck.

"I’ll be sure this night is one you’ll enjoy." A kiss was pressed to Akira’s chin, then peppered along his jaw. "Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you touch me—like—this." Each word was emphasized with a kiss until Satan had reached Akira’s ear, breathing against it. Pale hands found tan ones and guided them to their waist, before taking their place around his neck again.

For now, they nuzzled against the larger male’s chest.

[humanedemon]

Seeing so many humans gathered in one place to have fun rather than to hide away from demonic creatures was one hell of a nostalgic scene for him. Dazed, he followed after Satan, but was stopped short by a hand at his chest from the bouncer. Akira glowered down at the offensive hand, his eyebrows furrowing to seem more menacing than ever -- perhaps more so than the bouncer himself. With a gulp, the guard backed off, not even bothering to check his ID.

Grinning, he winked cheekily at the rejected men lined up at the wall before strutting in. Well, that was nice. There were some good things to possessing Amon's body, after all.

Upon entering the dimly lit room, he was greeted by the sight of drunk youngsters and sweaty dancers who were crowding the bar and occupying nearly every nook and cranny of the club. Usually, such scenes would have upset the man, but not anymore. Being in his destroyed world void of any humans had desensitized him of the sort. 

All his confidence was stripped away once he was tugged in by Satan to the dance floor, a blush settling onto his tan cheeks when kissed just about anywhere. His heart seemed to beat along to the addictive rhythm that vibrated along the walls and along the dancing bodies around them. His large hands rested awkwardly at their hips. 

He felt eyes on them both. If not for Satan's beauty, it was for his impressive size in comparison to the angel -- to everyone, really. He stood out with his muscular frame, but his clothes certainly complimented him in the right parts. Akira paid them no mind after a while, leaning down to smile against Satan's forehead. 

"You make it sound like I didn't enjoy the previous nights we've spent together." His voice is a low hum against their temple, only for their ears to hear. "But I want you to enjoy this, too -- I'll make sure you do."  He's not a dancer, but he can at least move accordingly to the beat. Akira nipped teasingly at their ear with a chuckle.

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I hate to see you cry Your smile is a beautiful lie I hate to see you cry My love is dying inside

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

"Somewhere I’m sure you’d like." There was a pool of clear water which Satan landed on, easily standing on the surface without falling. Ripples emerged from beneath their feet. Tucking a bit of hair behind their ear, they raised a hand, a dark orb glowing in their palm and a tear suddenly opening in the air before them.

A tear… in space?

Surely, that was impossible! But Satan had no issue doing it—and seemed to have no issue stepping inside while hauling Akira in after them. In a blur, they were dropped in the middle of a dark, empty street. Only, both were fully clothed, and Satan was in the form of Ryou Asuka.

"I’m not so cruel to keep you around demons forever." This world… a world with demons, but where demons and humans had learned to co-exist. Who knew such a world was capable of existing? Satan wondered if they should change that, or show some mercy on the other possible worlds.

Standing up, they brushed dirt off their ass and fixed the collar of their coat. “There’s a club near here—I promise it won’t end up like the Sabbath did.” A wink was sent Akira’s way as aviators were settled onto their face, and they stuffed their hands into their pockets before walking down the seemingly abandoned city street.

[humanedemon]

Satan sure never failed to surprise Akira, did they? Everything was so confusing, especially when they pulled him along into some strange dimension that was highly questionable. Only when he found himself fully dressed and on his two feet on a street that seemed so familiar yet foreign did he make any sense of the situation. 

A rush of excitement pushed away any remnants of lingering doubt in his heart. Humans! Live humans! As strange as it was, Akira could smell them, even from so far away. Dark eyes that usually were void of any happiness were brighter than usual, widened with awe as he tried to take in this world all at once. He turned to Satan -- no, Ryou for now -- excitedly, barely able to contain his emotions. 

"Ryou," he sighed happily, brushing away tears of admiration with a loud sniffle. "You're so nice..." The way Akira trailed after the disguised angel could only be seen as a puppy would follow its master to others. 

As glad as he was to be in a somewhat familiar world again, the mentioning of a club made him jerk back in suspicion. He caught up soon enough beside the shorter being, giving them a look of disbelief as he was winked at. "You know I don't like surprises," Akira warned gently, his bottom lip jutting out childishly in a pout. "It better not be a weird one."

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[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

"You have nothing to worry abou—"

Satan disappeared beneath the surface all of the sudden with a startled squeak, and a rumbling sound made the water ripple. A head burst out of the water, followed by a long neck, and the demon stared around with harsh red eyes. It looked agitated, like its new meal (which it foolishly swallowed whole) was upsetting its stomach.

It didn’t last for very long, because a beam of light burst through its belly and Satan escaped, looking angrier than ever. Once gentle features were now creased with rage, the golden body of the fallen angel caked with blood,

With a few more blasts, the demon was thrown across the ocean, blood staining the waters. Satan hissed, wiping saliva and blood off their own body, then wading out into the cleaner waters to rinse themselves off.

"I’m fine," they barked, before Akira could even ask. They seemed irritated. Irritated that a lowly demon would even dare try to harm one such as themselves. Its leader!

Well, it learned its lesson. It would be burning in hell for a long time now. That was enough to make Satan content once more. “We’re going,” Satan said suddenly. “Come with me.”

Wings sprouting, the fallen angel leaped into the air and disappeared over the trees.

[humanedemon]

The moment Satan disappeared, Akira Fudou had felt his heart drop to his stomach. His first initial response was complete fear -- his limbs stiffened, his muscles tightened, and his head felt disconnected from his body. Something stirred deep within him, something inhumane. It was anything but pleasant. 

The demon that had arose from the sea would meet a miserable fate. Hands clenched into tight fists, Akira snarled viciously as he began to transform, his skin stretching and hissing as he grew nearly twice his humanoid form's size.

Kill, his other counterpart persuaded, kill without mercy.

Only when blood exploded out of the serpent-like creature's body did he find some sense in himself again. The more the demon's guts spilled, the more its body was shredded by Satan's anger, the more control over his desires was restored to the Devilman. He sighed in immense relief, shrinking down to his usual frame.

Being in Amon's body for too long made him feel insignificant. 

Satan shut him up before he could worry himself to death. With a nod, Akira hastily summoned his own wings and flew clumsily after the angel, keeping a distance at first. Over minutes, he soared closer to them from below, brown eyes curious as he blinked at his unfamiliar surroundings, blindly following after Satan's lead. 

"Where are we going?" he voiced out, breaking the tense silence between the two. Large, dark wings beat the air strenuously at times to keep his heavy body afloat somewhat close to the fallen angel. 

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

Satan gnawed on one bone, teeth managing to crack it open so they could lick the marrow from it. When it was done, they tossed it aside, thoroughly messy with blood much like the man next to him. Akira would have to grow accustomed to acting like a demon if he wanted to survive out here.

"Mmm," Satan hummed as the other kissed and licked at his lips, "We need to wash off again."

Dried blood didn’t feel very pleasant against the skin, after all.

The fallen angel stood up, leaving the carcass where it was, then glided towards the water without a care and dove in, not even waiting for Akira. They swam out further than before, where the water became darker, and began to wash the blood clean from their body.

Sharks were hardly a threat—if any came by, attracted by the scent, they could easily knock them away.

[humanedemon]

Swimming was far too taxing to Akira's body for now. Instead, he chose to linger by the shore, dabbling his hands and feet into the clear water to rub away any remnants of blood from his skin, watching as the red slowly diffused into the sea. 

Watching Satan swim so far out made him nervous, even though he knew they were perfectly capable of handling themselves out in the open. Pacing to and fro, Akira waited patiently for the angel to return to a distance where he could safely collect them back into his arms. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the angel was all he had left. 

To protect. To love, too, he reminded himself gently, staring into his rippled reflection with a soft sigh. He glanced back up at the other who frolicked about in the blue waves. 

"Satan," he called out, hands cupped around his mouth, "Isn't that enough? Come back. I don't want to lose sight of you."

[humanedemon]

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[ayanamiq]

……

Why?

[humanedemon]

B-because!!

[ He gestures to her body wildly, looking everywhere but at her. ]

I'm a guy. Guys don't wear that sorta stuff...! Don't you own normal clothes?

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

Satan licked at the blood surrounding their lips, then grinned wide at the other. “It’s food. Come on. Eat it.” They had the power to cook it right then and there, but why would they waste their powers on such things? Bloody hands pushed the small body closer to Akira.

"If you want to survive, you have to eat.” All of the sudden, Satan yanked a chunk of meat off the deer’s body, grasped the back of Akira’s head, and shoved the pound of flesh into the other’s mouth without hesitation.

Satisfied, Satan began to feed themselves, though made sure Akira was the one getting most of the food—he had just woken up, after all, and must be starved. Perhaps after that first taste, he wouldn’t be afraid to continue. Satan smiled with a bloody mouth.

[humanedemon]

"Don't wanna," he huffed stubbornly, turning his cheek from the carcass with a frown. "I can just eat something else--mmngh--!" When grabbed, the first thing Akira tried to do was turn so that he could bite the offensive hand at the back of his head. Blood would get in his hair! Gross! 

But before he could do anything, his open mouth was stuffed with raw meat. The flesh was still warm, and the way it squished between his molars made the Devilman gag at first. He tried to speak, but with the meat preventing his full mouth from forming coherent words, he had no choice but to swallow. Blood trailed down his chin. Akira was quick to wipe at it.

As much as he wanted to yell at the angel, his stomach spoke for him by gurgling with hunger. Distracted by the weird aftertaste, Akira sat, his anger subsided for the moment. He tore and gnawed fistfuls of meat. Not eating for what felt like centuries had certainly taken a toll on him. He was slowly getting used to the taste, even liking it, but it still made him feel like an animal. 

Just one more thing he had to get used to. When all that remained was nothing but the deer's bones, Akira licked his hands clean. To finish it off, he leaned forward to kiss and lick Satan's mouth clean of blood.

[guidanceoffice]

i never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair until your teeth grazed my pulse and i realized  you could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms but instead you chose to kiss

[ayanamiq]

… Teased?

[ She obviously doesn’t see the problem — or understand. ]

My superiors gave it to me. It was their order I wear it. I must do as I am told.

[humanedemon]

You're very obedient. And brave.

I... don't think I would've worn that even if my life was depending on it.

[ayanamiq]

…

Shouldn’t I? It’s what I was given.

[ She stares down at her plugsuit-clad body. She finds nothing wrong with it. In fact, it’s rather comfortable. More comfortable than those school clothes she was given. ]

Is this unacceptable?

[humanedemon]

W-well, I wouldn't go that far as to call it unacceptable -- just, um, kinda weird. Aren't you cold?

[ Akira's face grows hot. He wipes at his brow with his wrist, trying his best not to stare. He could practically see every curve of her body! He squeaked in alarm when he caught himself gawking through his fingers and promptly smacked his hands over his eyes. His teeth nearly gnawed through his bottom lip. ]

I don't mean to be rude, but I've never seen such a thing... you were given that? By whom? You're not being teased, are you?

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

"I can try." Satan murmured, rolling in closer then tangling their legs together. They basked lazily in the sunlight for the majority of the morning and throughout the afternoon. It was nice. Nothing bothered them, a few deer ran across the field, paused to look, then loped away.

That was when Satan’s belly rumbled. Normally, they didn’t eat, but that didn’t mean they didn’t get hungry.

"Hmm…"

Without a word, they rolled from Akira’s arms and stood up. They walked across the field, stretched out their wings, then pushed themselves up into the air to follow after the small congregation of deer. While humans were extinct, other animals still remained, yet they tended to be prey to demons… and each other, of course.

There was the sound of a brutal scream that was cut off by a snapping sound. Within moments of it, Satan had returned with a small doe in their hands which were caked in blood. The body was dropped onto the ground.

"You’re a demon, so you can eat it raw. Trust me, it tastes better like that."

[humanedemon]

When Satan stirred from his arms, Akira had been dozing off long enough for drool to slip from his mouth and dampen the soil under his cheek. The sudden movement made him grunt in surprise, barely focused eyes struggling to stare in confusion at what was going on. When the angel fluttered away to hunt, the Devilman yawned as he rubbed at his eyes, wondering why they were flying so far.

"Huh...?" It was hard to stay awake when the sunlight was so warm. He began to nod off yet again. But when a scream pierced the peaceful air, Akira was on his feet in mere seconds, nails sharp, teeth bared. He frantically scanned the open plains for an injured Satan, but when the body of a small deer was dropped in front of his eyes instead, he was thoroughly confused even more. 

Glancing up, he frowned up at the angel. "Satan," he whined, sinking down onto his haunches as he prodded at his supposed food with suspicion. It was more than dead, with its broken neck and bloodily bitten throat. The fresh scent of blood made his nerves tingle with hunger, but Akira clamped his mouth shut in refusal. 

[ayanamiq]

… ???

[humanedemon]

Uh--!

[ Whoa! A human girl. A naked girl! Wait, no, she was wearing... something. What was that? And why did it cling to her body so much? Akira can't stare for more than a minute without turning bright red. ]

A l-lady shouldn't... uh... dress like that. D-don't you think?

[beautifulaccuser]

♕ a devil's return;

[beautifulaccuser]

A low hum left them. They continued to stare up at the sky, the bright blue sky, watching as fluffy white clouds drifted by. The world was truly beautiful now. They were so happy… this was so peaceful… then the silence was broken by the man beside them speaking. Satan smiled.

"I wonder what I am." The wings on their head twitched beneath his touch, then curled in on themselves, before they rolled over onto their side to face Akira with a soft gaze. "I’m called many things, Akira." They ran the back of their hand over Akira’s cheek. "I can be whatever you want me to be. An angel, a demon…"

Ryou.

The thought was shaken away bitterly. They considered never taking that form again, not around Akira. They didn’t want the other chasing after someone who wasn’t there. It would only be an identical image, nothing more.

Their fingers ran through Akira’s curled sideburns, then down his jaw. A little smirk flickered over their face. “You’re beautiful, too,” they commented quietly.

[humanedemon]

Akira blinked. There was no need to wear a mask before him, and yet, Satan seemed to insist on smiling even when it hurt. He gently caressed the back of their hand, bringing it forward to lace their fingers with his. He gave an encouraging squeeze and a kiss against their knuckles.

"I don't care about all that. I wanna know what you want to be."

Thick brows furrowed as his clear brown eyes stared right through the fallen angel's facade. Perhaps that was their biggest flaw -- not tending to their own heart when it most needed it. Akira reached over to pull them into his arms with genuine concern. "Don't change yourself for me," he murmured against their temple, "I want you to be yourself around me."

So I can learn to love you. Ryou Asuka or not, it was just a name; he had to understand that he loved them for their spirit and who they were as a whole. He realized how insensitive it had been for him to deny them at first for changing identities and how they appeared to the eye.

"Promise me that."