Hello, mayhaps N° 5 and N° 20 with (top) Yakou x (bottom) Yuma from Rain Code?
Mayhaps indeed, anon! You’ll get some action between these two, but I’m gonna be angsty about it. Yakou and Yuma make me feel a type of way…
Triggers: Dubious consent, forced blowjob, Chapter Four and Five Spoilers for Rain Code.
“Ungh…”
Weakly, Yuma opened his eyes to the cold and damp earth of the strange village around him. It took him a moment to distinguish exactly where he was, but after a few moments, he recalled losing sight of Kurumi in the factory and then pursuing an all-too-familiar voice behind the building. Trying to avoid the zombie figures that converged on him proved to be harder than he thought. They would grab and tear at his clothes, trying to rip off bits of his flesh that they could shove into their hungry mouths. It was only thanks to Shinigami that he could navigate through the darkness of the tunnel ahead towards the voice that had called him.
Just as he was arguing about pursuing a voice only he could hear with Shinigami, he caught sight of a figure in the dim light under a building.
“Master…” Shinigami tried to warn him against approaching the stranger in the distance, but Yuma didn’t want to listen. That voice… it was so distinct, so familiar and warm that Yuma wanted to keep drawing towards it. It was one thing he wanted more than anything in the world. Just another moment to see his Chief Yakou and talk to him again, to tell him that he appreciated everything Yakou had done for him… that he was going to miss him more than anything.
It was the Chief. Yuma knew it had to be. He bit his bottom lip and slipped his small body across the uneven footing across the building, closing in on the figure with the fuzzy hair. The figure swayed in the distance and wouldn’t look at him, but Yuma knew it had to be him. Even if it wasn’t Yakou completely, he had to see him! He had to tell him that he didn’t know what he would do without him—
And then the rocky surface beneath his feet shifted and crumbled away, sending Yuma tumbling down the hill. Shinigami’s panicked cry filled his ears as his weight crashed against a fence at the bottom. The force made his head throb and he saw complete darkness, his consciousness succumbing completely.
It was only the cold spreading over his body that pulled Yuma from his unconscious state, making him tremble and shift to find the feeling in his fingers. How long had he been out for? Under the bleak, blinking lights that surrounded the abandoned village, Yuma tried to regain his senses. One blink, then two, allowed his eyesight to come back to him, but even without it, Yuma could still feel the presence of someone towering over his body.
He could hear their deep breaths. Anxiety consumed Yuma’s senses as he forced his eyes over to take in the person who stood above him. He hoped it was Shinigami in her full form, offering a hand to pull him into the Mystery Labyrinth.
It was not.
“Ch…Chief…” Yuma sputtered, clutching his chest as he lifted himself up against the fence. His weight kept his back pressed to the fence behind him and his head propped to stare up at the very person he had longed to reach. Yuma was still disoriented, but his Chief’s presence made him struggle against the numbness in his body.
Yakou Furio’s disheveled gaze filled Yuma’s eyes and he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to. He had the same tousled, dark hair all the way to the dark glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose. Yuma felt his breath hitch in his throat as he took in the familiar face of his Chief once again. It had only been a day since he had lost Yakou… but he didn’t want to let him go again. He held back the tears already burning at his eyes as the dead, zombified version of his Chief knelt down to him.
“Chief, what are you…?” Yuma opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as Yakou sank his uneven nails between Yuma’s legs. A gasp left his lips followed by a chill that worked its way up his spine. His Chief groped the front of his pants possessively as small, uneven grunts leaked from his mouth.
Yuma didn’t understand. Why was his Chief touching him like this? He couldn’t move, couldn’t break away or shove Yakou off of him. Instead, he groaned and let Yakou’s fingers stroke over his crotch. A finger snagged the zipper to Yuma’s trousers, tugging it straight down.
On impulse, Yuma gripped Yakou’s hand. “P-Please, don’t! This isn’t you, Chief… I… I can’t…” The rookie detective tried to please. His body quivered, backing up as much as he could to the chest.
Yakou paused to seemingly look at him, but Yuma couldn’t make out any color to his eyes anymore. He only breathed darkly, his weight pressing to Yuma to pin him like a predator. A growl sounded from the Chief and Yuma tensed up on his grasp.
That’s right, Yuma realized, a horrified expression spreading across his face. Yakou Furio was just like every hungry, crazed zombie he had encountered before. But he had heard his voice… Even so, was Yakou really just a mindless beast in heat now?
Yakou seemed to answer Yuma’s inner thoughts by pulling back and roughly urging his pants down his legs. His pants were abandoned, leaving Yakou standing over Yuma in his overcoat with a rather large bulge forming beneath his boxer. His cock slid through the opening over the fabric and was forced quickly against Yuma’s cheek.
Before Yuma could help himself, he took in his Chief’s scent. It was salty with just a hint of a masculine soap. Yakou hadn’t been “dead” for so long that he was completely unwashed. His cock brushed Yuma’s lips but Yuma wouldn’t accept him, no matter how he smeared the boy’s bottom lip in precum. That salty taste dribbled into his mouth, earning a helpless groan from Yakou’s victim. His own cock pulsed between his legs. He didn’t want this! He didn’t want to get hard at the animalistic zombie of his former Chief and boss and caressing and touching him. He didn’t want to open his mouth and allow Yakou to claim him, to smear him in his inhuman need…
But Yakou persisted. His lips parted and spilled his sounds of wanting. His hands caressed and stroked Yuma even as the rookie tried to shove him away or slap his hands.
“I said, stop it!” Yuma cried, his eyes filling with those hot tears. His heart stammered against his chest. The deep pools of purple in his eyes shifted to a look of pure fear, like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a large beast.
Yakou ignored him. No. It was almost like he couldn’t hear Yuma anymore. With slow, even pumps to his cock, he pressed in and forced himself between Yuma’s lips and cut off his crying pleas.
Yuma choked, forced to taste his beloved mentor. His eyes rolled back as the tip of Yakou’s cock plunged into his right cheek, his tongue sliding against the vein along Yakou’s girth. With another savage groan, Yakou took a grip of his short hair and held his cock there towards the back of his throat. The force of Yakou’s thrust sent Yuma’s head painfully back against the fence, the lewd slaps of their flesh connecting ringing through his ears. He tried to breathe through the quick and hungry thrusts, but found the air leaving his lungs every time Yakou crammed his cock to the back of his throat.
The grip tightened in his hair as the hot breath from Yuma’s quiet whimpers curled around Yakou’s length. Only after a few moments of being lodged inside of Yuma’s mouth and savoring the tightness of his throat around him, Yakou released his rookie and let Yuma fall back against the fence. Yuma coughed and gripped the blades of grass beneath his fingers as a line of precum mixed with saliva trickled down his lips.
“Chief…ngh…” Yuma wanted to close his eyes and forget that this was what was left of Yakou Furio. Just a husk of a person wandering around on the most basic of instincts, someone who would grab him and use his body…
Yuma sniffled and rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his coat. The Chief seemed to pause above him, as if mesmerized by his small movements of the sounds he made. His mouth was still filled with Yakou’s taste as he glanced up to him and tried to keep every memory of who Yakou once was from bursting at the seams inside of his mind.
“Chief Yakou, I…” He sniffed again and shook his head. Yakou’s cock still hung and twitched between his bare legs. His breathing had begun to even out and he could see clearly even in the cold, unending rain.
I don’t care anymore. I just want you back. Please come back! His thoughts rang out, but the words couldn’t form to his lips.
He could see his Chief. Somehow nothing mattered. He had lost Yakou forever, but he wanted to believe that this pause meant something. That Yakou Furio was still somewhere in there still calling to him.
It was all he could hold onto.
Yuma leaned forward and closed his eyes, allowing Yakou to weave his fingers through his purple locks and bring his lips over his cock once again. Yuma, this time, gripped his Chief’s thighs and mouthed a kiss to his mentor until his nose pressed against the curly patch of Yakou’s pubes.
It’s okay…just use me… use my body and maybe you’ll remember me…
Yakou made a gargled sound of pleasure and guided Yuma’s head once again to and fro on his shaft until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He winced and painted the back of Yuma’s throat with his hot seed. Yuma swallowed. One gulp. Then another. He flushed and panted, pulling back to let the air of the world rush back to him.
When he glanced back up, Yakou’s form was already turning away from him. Yuma tried to think of something to say, a way to stop him.
“Don’t, Master,” said a voice behind him. A voice that had worried Yuma with its absence. Shinigami’s ballish form bounced in view from behind him, a downtrodden look pasted on her face.
Yuma swallowed again, trying to regain the urge to speak. His own cock was still throbbing between his legs and more than ever, he wished he could chase after the person he lost.
“Where were you-?! Shinigami, I can’t just…”
Shinigami solemnly and simply shook her head. “Trust me. I know you couldn’t help yourself there, so I stayed quiet, but you just have to let him go. Let him rest, Master.”
And against the fence, Yuma was forced to understand. He hung his head in silence and clasped his knees. Yakou’s scent still consumed him and his throat was still so sore. He wished it would linger forever so he wouldn’t have to let go.
But eventually, he rose to his feet and turned back to the factory.
