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[Yomi no Tsugai / Daemons of the Shadow Realm FIC; IvanAsuma]: In which Asuma and Ivan have complicated feelings for each other but life happens anyway.
Title: exception from the rules of attraction
Fandom: Yomi no Tsugai / Daemons of the Shadow Realm
Music Inspiration: “Rules of Attraction” by Joe Brooks; “Cold Sun” by Jeff Chang
A/N: First Ivan/Asuma fic for me let’s gooo~ There are only two of those on AO3 and I hope there’ll be more when there are more Ivan scenes in the anime. I’m also always up for prompt suggestions, and HCs discussions, so hit me up! (Spoilers up to manga ch. 35-ish)
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The knife feels cold and real and Kagemori Asuma has imagined time and time again how he will end the life of Shingo Hayato.
Despite being born to and raised in a family that deals with unsavoury businesses that result in more dead bodies than he’s willing to count, Asuma has never killed anyone with his own two hands.
Never had the need to. Never had any urge to, either.
But his uncle — his dear, dear uncle — that’s a different case.
He’s seen and heard what his uncle and the entire Shingo clan had done to his mother: the broken mental state they’d caused Iori to fall into, growing up thinking she was worthless, insane, drowning in self-hatred and despair, eventually driving her to suicidal ideation.
The Kagemori household became Iori’s safehaven, but even then, she couldn’t recover and save herself from the black hole that’d spiralled and spiralled endlessly until she—
Asuma takes a deep breath, trying to bring himself back to the present.
If it hasn’t been for Gonzo’s fateful meeting with his mother that night, Iori wouldn’t have survived, and Asuma himself wouldn’t be here, knife in hand, mind racing, as he walks steadily towards Shingo, who’s been incapacitated by Yozakura’s talons.
Shingo Hayato doesn’t deserve forgiveness; he doesn’t deserve a painless death, no.
Asuma has never killed a person before, but he has some idea how to go about it when it comes to Shingo Hayato’s turn to die. He will make sure every drop of blood that drips out of that man’s body is going to hurt like hell and he will savour every scream and every plea that comes out of that man’s mouth.
But first, he needs to do his job and keeps this bastard alive long enough for him to extract more information that may be useful to Gonzo.
“Uncle, I’ll wait until you spit out every bit of intel you have before I take your life,” Asuma tells him pleasantly.
A self-centred idiot who cares more for short-term financial gains and powers like his uncle can never be anything more than a puppet for some other bigger, more capable organization that can be a potential threat for the Kagemori clan and the twins they swear to protect.
He really should have killed the bastard right there and then, when he had his chance.
Because before he can get that knife anywhere near Shingo’s throat, Yosano fucking Ivan pops out of thin air into existence behind him.
And the man has the decency to look at him like he’s genuinely surprised to see Asuma there.
With a quick glance, Asuma notices that Ivan is sweating bullets and one of his legs is bleeding profusely from a bad injury. He must have just been in a fight — an intense one, at that. A small part of him wants to know what’s happened to Ivan, wants to ask him if he’s okay, but they have an audience now, and Asuma has a role to play.
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“Asuma-san, do you have any idea how sinfully good you look when you’re on your knees for me like this?”
This wasn’t supposed to happen a second time, or a third time, or… Well.
This wasn’t supposed to fucking happen at all.
Yet here he was. Here they were, naked (or in Asuma’s case, almost naked) in a cheap hotel indulging in each other’s bodies and company even though they both knew this was probably a terrible idea.
Or maybe he should put it like this: Asuma had no idea what Yosano Ivan was thinking at all when he’d accepted his proposal to what was supposed to have been a one-night stand, and that had blossomed into something else entirely that Asuma dared not to put a name on. Initially, when he’d first met Ivan at his uncle’s office, he’d wanted to dig more into the daemon wielder in the hopes that he’d find something useful to report back to his father. And when he noticed the curious, lingering gazes Ivan was giving him every time they ran into each other after that, Asuma just assumed that the man was equally interested in him — whether that was because he knew Asuma wasn’t entirely loyal to the Shingo clan and had wanted to test him, or it was purely out of his own selfish reasons, Asuma wasn’t certain, but he was willing to play this little game of theirs if it would get him more intel on the mysterious man working for his uncle.
Or at least, that was what Asuma continued to try to convince himself when his heartbeat quickened upon seeing the familiar message from an unknown phone number.
‘Wanna meet me at the usual place at 10 tonight?’
It was always an invitation. Not a demand. Not a threat.
And Asuma always had the opportunity to reject him. But he never did. And he had to convince himself, somehow, that this was nothing more than a temporary, fleeting connection, nothing deep or emotionally significant. He kept reminding himself that he was here to lure Ivan into a defenseless position so that he could… so that he could do what, exactly?
The first time they’d arranged to meet up, Ivan had pinned him against the door of the hotel room as soon as they’d commanded their daemons to leave them be (or in Ivan’s case, he shoved the two sword daemons into the closet unceremoniously, to the loud and crass complaints of Shokyo), and Asuma didn’t have time to even think before he was overwhelmed by Ivan’s demanding kisses as if he couldn’t wait a second longer to devour the man before him.
Asuma hadn’t pushed him away, but he had been surprised by how enthusiastic Ivan had turned out to be. Skilled, too, as he soon found out that night.
Needless to say, Asuma didn’t find out a goddamn thing about Yosano Ivan the first time they slept together. He didn’t think he’d have another chance again, having assumed that this was merely a one-time hook-up, as most of these things went.
So imagined Asuma’s quiet but perplexed amusement when he received an invitation via text just a few weeks after that.
And so this had become a perpetual… arrangement of sorts.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Ivan praised him as Asuma took him in deeper, cheeks hollowed out to suck in earnest, while Ivan played with his blond hair, combing his forelocks back to better see the man’s reddening eyes and drool gathering at the corner of his lips. His hands hadn’t been idle either; one moment he was fondling his balls and the next he was sliding his slender fingers along the length his mouth couldn’t quite reach.
His spotless white haori had gathered into a heap of shapeless fabric behind him while the top right half of his black kimono had been partially shed to reveal a pale, broad shoulder that Ivan would like nothing more than to bite into, leave marks all over that pristine body, if Asuma would let him.
The mess that he’d caused on the usually meticulously-dressed second son of the Kagemori clan made Ivan somehow even more aroused, and Asuma, as if he could feel it, groaned. Trying to shift into a more comfortable position on the ground, he slid his left arm out of the restrictive kimono, leaving the upper half of his body fully on display.
The urge to just strip him fully naked was so strong, the heat sitting at the pit of Ivan’s lower abdomen spit and sparked and roared when Asuma dug his nails deeper into his hips and tried to pull himself even closer.
Ivan could feel the tip hitting the back of the other man’s throat, the sound of him gagging and swallowing around his cock made him grip Asuma’s shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, but to Asuma’s credit, he didn’t even seem to mind all that much.
“Asuma-san, if your tongue keeps doing… that, I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” Ivan admitted in a strained tone. The thought of coming into this man’s mouth and watching him swallow his load was tempting but—
With an indecent wet pop and a line of saliva-precum still connected his lower lip to Ivan’s flushed head, Asuma pulled back and carefully wiped his mouth with the pad of his thumb as he tilted his head up to look at Ivan. His hands rested on his lap all proper like he was in a goddamn tea ceremony and hadn’t just been sucking Ivan’s cock.
Asuma gave him that signature cocky and suspicious smile when he said, “We can’t have you finish too early, now can we?”
According to Shingo, his nephew’s smile often unnerved him, but because they were related by blood, and because he foolishly believed in the monetary value he’d invested in Asuma, it had made Shingo, at least in Ivan’s opinion, a little too complacent.
Ivan didn’t trust Asuma’s smile, but he liked the way his dark eyes shimmer with intent when they talked, the little show of teeth when he laughed softly at one of Ivan’s jokes, and the elegant way he moved and arched his back for him in the deep throes of passion.
Ivan didn’t trust Asuma one bit, and he was certain Asuma felt the same way about him, but he enjoyed the little game of tug-of-war they had going on for the past few months, where Asuma would try to start a conversation about Ivan’s work during their post-coital rest (they didn’t do cuddling because that would be too much, but Asuma’s waist and hip could use a break, and Ivan, for some reason, seemed to enjoy their small talks about nothing in particular).
Ivan’s knowing reply of “I don’t like to mix my work with pleasure, Asuma-san” that one time had done it, for Asuma never brought it up again.
“And rest assured that I won’t tell your uncle or your family about us.”
“Would my uncle even care that you’re sleeping with me?”
“True,” Ivan had nodded, “I don’t think Shingo-san cares for anything or anyone but himself.” At least both of them could agree with that last statement.
Intelligent and efficient people as they both were, perhaps long before this moment, they had both given up on the pretense of trying to find legitimate excuses to keep seeing each other like this.
“And what do you suggest?”
Ivan was genuinely surprised by how forward and accepting Asuma had been. From the traditional way he dressed, the assassin had assumed it would be so easy to tease him into blushing and stuttering, but the ease with which he’d responded to Ivan’s crude language while they fuck and the quiet confidence that he exuded in every movement, sexual or otherwise, made Ivan regard the Kagemori man in a different light.
He didn’t ponder too deeply on what that meant. Only that Kagemori Asuma was interesting and beautiful and Ivan wanted to continue whatever it was that they had right now until it became impossible.
“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out for yourself?”
“Gladly.”
Laying on his back with his hands behind his head, Ivan made it very clear that he was enjoying the view of Asuma finally stepping out of his kimono fully. The dark luscious fabric had made his already pale skin seem to glow in the dimmed orange lighting of the bedside lamps. He’d left his briefs on, but Ivan was delighted to find that there was a prominent wet spot on the front of them.
Without warning, Asuma threw a packet of condoms and a bottle of lube at the man in bed, who caught both items without missing a beat, and it was only a second after he’d managed to put them to the side when he felt the heavy warmth of Asuma’s body crawling on top of him on all fours.
Such an animalistic posture shouldn’t look so graceful and enticing on a man, but when Asuma did it, Ivan couldn’t keep his eyes away. His hungry gaze ran over every part of the other man: from his sweat-slicked blond locks, down his slightly flushed cheeks, his strong shoulders, lean muscles of his arms, his chest, the light dusting of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his briefs.
He would keep admiring except Asuma had gripped his chin, not so firm that Ivan couldn’t move away if he wanted to, but enough force to let him know he’d like to maintain eye contact with him. Something about wanting or needing to see into each other’s eyes seemed more intimate than what they both thought this was, but Ivan wasn’t going to complain.
The light in Asuma’s eyes were always shifting depending on the man’s mood, but it took Ivan’s keen observation over time to notice the slight changes, and it gave him a nameless satisfaction when he picked up on them: flat and expressionless when he was indifferent despite the polite smile on his face, dark and stormy when he wanted something from Ivan he couldn’t quite put into words.
“My eyes are up here, Ivan,” Asuma commented with sarcasm, though a teasing curl to the corner of his lips made Ivan laugh, the tone low and rumbling through his body.
“I’m only too aware,” Ivan said, bringing his hand up to trace the underside of one of Asuma’s eyes with his thumb. The smile lines at the ends of his fox-like eyes were subtle and only deepened when he laughed in earnest.
Ivan pulled himself up languidly, bringing Asuma with him so that he could latch his mouth onto Asuma’s slightly swollen one. It didn’t take long for Ivan to break through the seam, his tongue darting in roughly to sweep and conquer, delighted when Asuma tried to fight back, biting his lower lip in quiet protest and moaning when Ivan deepened their kisses in response.
When they parted, Ivan didn’t give him a chance to recover and immediately lowered his head to kiss Asuma down his neck, nibbling and then soothing the sting with the flat of his tongue.
He tasted vaguely of salt, and a swirling scent of something herbaceous and aqueous — reminiscence of a peaceful Japanese garden — gently invaded his senses, made him breathe into Asuma’s skin like he needed to fill his lungs with his essence.
He darted out his tongue to lick, to bite, first along Asuma’s collarbone, which made the man’s breath quicken and his hands on Ivan’s shoulders tighten, before lowering further to tease his nipples. He was particularly sensitive there, as Ivan had discovered in their previous ventures, and he grinned when Asuma gasped at the teeth scraping tauntingly against his bud and sucking it like it was a delicious piece of candy. With his hand, Ivan played with the man’s other nipple, scratching it lightly with his fingernail and then pinching it until it blushed and swelled.
Fuck, Ivan couldn’t get enough of this — of him.
Desperate to seek for more, Asuma grinded down against Ivan’s crotch, his cloth-covered cock a burning reminder of what was to come, just the mere thought of Ivan inside of him was making him wetter.
“I see someone’s a little excited,” Ivan murmured against his skin, feeling the warm wetness pressed against his abdomen.
Asuma huffed as if he was aggravated by Ivan’s comment, though the connotation had somewhat lost its edge when his skin was flushing with arousal, tinged with a soft floral pink, like blooming cherry blossoms in the depths of spring.
“And someone’s taking their sweet time trash-talking,” Asuma told him in return while handing him the bottle of lube that had laid forgotten to the side.
“My sincerest apologies,” Ivan grinned without a hint of repent as he leaned forward and gave an uncharacteristically chaste kiss on Asuma’s lips. “Shall I lend you a hand?”
Running his hands further down Asuma’s sides, he helped him out of his briefs and reached around the back to cup his hands on his ass cheeks, kneading and parting the mounds suggestively, his fingers tantalisingly close to where Asuma needed them to be.
He heard the click of the bottle opening, and then Asuma gave a full-body shudder when he felt Ivan’s slick finger teasing his entrance, circling the puckered muscle a few times before slowly, deliberately entering him.
Maybe he was being cautious, or maybe he just enjoyed making Asuma beg, either way Ivan was moving his finger in and out of him with such a torturously measured pace that it was driving Asuma to push against Ivan’s finger for more.
As if he could read Asuma’s thoughts, Ivan placed a second, and then a third finger inside, the slick, pulsing heat of his hole and the sounds of his fingers going in and out of him was sickeningly addictive. Ivan could only imagine what it would feel like when he finally got to enter him.
Thankfully, Asuma seemed on par with that idea.
He pulled Ivan’s hand out by his wrist, which earned him a questioning look, but Asuma merely gave him a small, playful smile before reaching for a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, his dark eyes inside which bore a raging storm never stopped staring into Ivan’s equally fervent ones as he carefully rolled the condom over Ivan’s length.
“Stay where you are,” Asuma told him, not really in a commanding tone, but one that exuded a kind of elegant confidence that Ivan found mesmerizing.
Ivan nodded, swallowing as he waited to see what Asuma would do next.
Combing his blond locks back, Asuma adjusted his position so that he was kneeling just over Ivan’s waiting cock with his legs spread on either side of his body. While he placed one hand over Ivan’s abdomen to brace himself, his other hand delicately held Ivan’s length in place. This position was new for him, for he never took initiative in these kinds of situations, but Asuma thought it might be worth it when he saw the insatiable hunger in the assassin’s eyes.
“Oh… fuck,” Ivan might have blanked out for a short second when he felt the tip of his cock entering Asuma, and from there, the man atop of him gradually sank lower and lower, the tightness and fullness Asuma felt clearly visible in the way his brows puckered slightly in concentration and his legs shaking from holding himself up, until Ivan’s swollen length was fully sheathed.
It didn’t take long, but they were both breathing quite hard at this point.
Asuma was afraid to move because he couldn’t trust himself to not make an embarrassing noise if he did, and Ivan was kind of waiting for Asuma to feel comfortable enough to start moving himself.
When they remained in that position for a moment, and as their breaths slowed back down to a somewhat normal rate, Ivan cradled the side of Asuma’s face, a look of concern crossing the depth of his eyes.
“Asuma-san, are you all right?”
He suddenly wondered if Asuma might finally start to regret this. Having sex with him, sharing little bits of himself in those rare instances of tranquility afterwards.
Instead of answering, Asuma dove down to kiss him, and unlike how he usually started these kisses, this time there was no thought or logic to it, just pure passion and hunger dictating his actions. As if to hide away from those flickering, budding feelings, Asuma chose to dive blindly into Ivan’s embrace instead.
It didn’t have to mean anything, he thought to himself. As long as they both felt good and fulfilled, what was the problem?
Fortunately, Ivan was only too happy to accomodate. He returned Asuma’s kisses fervently, tasting the metallic tang of blood and sting of bitten lips, and like a shark drawn in by the tempting scent, Ivan held onto Asuma’s hips, helped him up slightly before bringing him back down on his cock.
The friction was immediate, the pleasure blindingly seductive.
“More,” Asuma begged against bloodied lips in a whisper, moaning when Ivan did it again, angling his hips upward to meet Asuma’s in a messy, sweaty dance of flesh against flesh. Asuma had wrapped his arms around Ivan’s shoulders for support, his legs encircling Ivan’s waist so that his own cock was trapped between their bodies. Even without any touching, Asuma’s length was dripping, leaving traces of sticky precum all over their abdomens.
“How’s this, Asuma-san?” Ivan asked against the crook of the man’s neck, licking the sweat that’d gathered there and enjoying the moans and whimpers that vibrated against his lips when he kissed Asuma’s pulse point. “Does my cock inside you feel good? Are you gonna come just from this? Who knew the beautiful young master of the Kagemori clan could take my cock so well…”
“I-Ivan, shut… up…” Asuma panted, the sentiment of his complaint eclipsed by the desperate way he held onto Ivan when the taller man flipped them over so that Asuma was underneath him and at his mercy.
“Why? Does my dirty talking bother you? Or is it because I said you’re beautiful? Because it’s true, you are, and I don’t wanna take it back.”
In the back of his mind, Asuma thought he should be afraid. This man was a capable assassin, and he was physically more intimidating, too, but the thought of Ivan manhandling him, holding him down with just his strength, fucking him while praising him… it was enough to make Asuma’s insides tighten, and oh, did Ivan felt that.
“You’re absolutely killing me, Asuma-san,” Ivan muttered. He brought both of Asuma’s arms up and above his head on the pillow, his wrists caged by one of Ivan’s hands while he continued to move his hips, his movements more erratic now that he could feel the end coming closer.
Asuma was close, too, Ivan could tell from his arching back and flushed cock that was begging for attention. He couldn’t deny him that. Wrapping his fingers around Asuma’s length, he began to jerk him off in time with his pounding.
It was a slow, easy pace at first, but then Asuma was biting his lip to muffle his whines, his hole clenching around Ivan so that he almost gave himself up right there and then. He let go of Asuma’s arms, and pushing his legs up and pelvis open, he was able to go even deeper, hotter.
He mumbled something unintelligible into Asuma’s ear, but with his blood roaring and his entire attention solely focused on the point where they were joined, Asuma had to ask the man to repeat himself.
“Touch yourself for me?” Ivan wasn’t sure why he phrased it as a question, but Asuma didn’t need to be told twice as he gladly took his cock into his hand, almost handling it too roughly in his urge for release.
“Slow down,” Ivan grinned, but was happy to see that Asuma was still voraciously sliding his hand up and down his shaft, sometimes playing along the slit with his thumb and down the vein on the underside.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Asuma retorted, and then let out a choked moan when Ivan hit him in that one spot that made him see stars and his spine tingle. He threw him a teary, accusatory glare when Ivan slowed down again. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea,” Ivan shoved forward to caress that spot again, this time in quicker succession that left Asuma gasping for air and unable to form sentences or words, only a broken mangled mixture of Ivan’s name and plea, “what you’re talking about.”
He leaned in to swallow any sounds that Asuma might make, their kisses dirty and messy and everything Ivan had ever dreamed of.
Asuma released into his fist with a muffled groan, strands of translucent white painting both their bodies. A drop managed to land on his collarbone and Ivan wanted nothing more than to lick it off and see the man’s affronted expression when he realised what he’d done. Still, his gaze wandered upward and their eyes met: Asuma was looking at him as he came down from his high — eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips wet and swollen and the corner lifted up with a satiated curve — and the heated coil inside Ivan was at its tipping point.
After searing that image into his mind forever, Ivan was gone, too. With a few more thrusts, he came inside Asuma with a growl, biting his shoulder in an attempt to stifle his own needy sounds as he rode out the waves of pleasure that rolled through his entire body.
They were wrapped in each other’s warmth for a brief moment afterwards, the scent of sweat and sex permeating in the air while their heartbeats slowly returned to normal, and their breaths evened out, cold lucidity coming back with a vengeance.
Asuma was the first to push himself away. The sticky feeling of sweat and come had always grossed him out after the glow of climax dissipated, so he excused himself to clean up in the adjacent bathroom.
Ivan didn’t stop him, merely admiring Asuma’s backside from the bed until he disappeared behind the closed door.
When Asuma came back out with tousled wet hair and moist skin from the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, Ivan noted the slightest hint of a scowl on Asuma’s face.
“You sure like leaving your marks on people,” Asuma commented drily, as he looked down at the bruises and bite marks littered all over his body. His lower lip was cut too, and it stung every time he ran his tongue over the spot. It was convenient that his usual traditional layered clothing would be enough to cover most of them without his family questioning him.
“Only on the ones I like and want to keep around,” Ivan joked, and as soon as Asuma was close enough, he pulled him down to the bed to sit next to him. He smelled of cheap hotel soap, but for some reason Ivan didn’t hate it.
He was clean, untainted, except for the blossoms of bruises and marks Ivan had carved on him. A sign that he was his, in a sick, twisted way.
Asuma hummed, also noting that other than having wiped himself clean, Ivan was still stark naked and seemed to be content in that state.
When Ivan didn’t seem like he was going to let go, Asuma pulled his hand out of Ivan’s grasp, and Ivan let him.
“Do you really think that?”
The question — the thought — came out of nowhere, took both men by surprise.
“Think what?”
“That I’m…” Asuma swallowed, hesitant to repeat Ivan’s words for fear he might have misheard or misunderstood, because no one had ever called him that, or told him that he’s, “beautiful.”
His cheeks burned at the admission.
People had praised him for his diligence, his elegance, his intelligence, but behind his back, via Yozakura and Asagiri, he’d heard those same people remark on his shady background, his distrust of others, his dubious, chilling smile.
“I don’t lie.”
Asuma raised his brows, silently but absolutely calling his bullshit.
Ivan laughed, the sound surprisingly bright and cheerful. It made Asuma want to smile a little, too.
“Okay, fine. I don’t lie to someone I’m sleeping with. How about that?”
Asuma didn’t say anything in return, but he thought that was good enough for him. Good enough for now.
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A/N: Part 2 coming up tomorrow! Thanks for checking this out :3
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