Some Sex-Demon AU! Yay!
May. 17th, 2011 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciirceeRemember the Sex-demon AU? And how at one point Sho (and Aiba) found Nino naked, dead, and covered in jizz on the floor at the end of Into the Parlor? Yes. This.
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aeslis. She knows why. (Hint: Because she's awesome!) I will say that I didn't expect this when I started writing it. I hope you like it anyhow.
(Yes, I AM supposed to be doing other things. No, I am not doing them. Do I care? Yes. Enough to stop? Nope. It's my handful of minutes and hours and I'll do what I like with them.)
Keep the page
Approaching home—Nino's home, which is Sho's home no matter where he lives—Sho's heart trips nervously. He can't stop touching the bruises and bite marks on his skin. Last night…
"It's okay, Sho-chan," Aiba says, touching his shoulder, his ears twitching in amusement. "Nino's had sex before so he's…well, he's going to understand most of it, okay? Maybe not all of it because that was pretty wicked. That was pretty kinked out. But he's done some of that stuff before, I'm sure. He's definitely had sex. I have had sex with him."
Sho knows that Nino's had sex before. Sho used to politely turn his back and quit listening while it happened. He's left the apartment while Aiba has giggled and sighed into Nino's skin. Nino has had sex before. Sho hasn't. It's something he needed to do but at the same time. "We left him in that place to go—" he can't say it. "What if he's mad?"
"You had his back," Aiba reassures him. "Jun said that blessing was too strong. And besides, he was with Jun's friend, so you know he's got to be all right. He's probably waiting for us. And he's probably going to give us both shit."
Probably. But Sho's heart still pounds.
As an angel he didn't have a heartbeat, nothing that rattled the inside of him with the force of his emotions. It still feels alien and strange to feel it now, thumping away at his chest. It's why, when the door opens and he sees Nino, the only thing he feels when it stops is normal.
"Nino?" Aiba laughs. "You got some too, huh?"
Nino is naked on the floor, sprawled out, a tiny smile on his mouth. His skin is mottled with dark, mouth-shaped bruises and little red bites. There are scratch marks and semen everywhere. Nino is laying there, pale in the early dawn light.
Sho's heart starts again with an almighty slam that makes him stagger. "Nino," he breathes. "No. No, no, no, no, no." He has watched over that sort of paleness before, he's watched over Nino his entire life. Sho knows what Aiba can't yet recognize.
"There is come everywhere, Nino. Gross!" Aiba giggles.
He can't really hear him even as he hears every single sound in the small, shabby apartment. "Nino." He's across the room without a thought, wings spread wide, as though his wings can protect Nino now. "Nino." There's no breath in Nino's lungs, no soft surge of life in his chest as Sho's hands light on him. There is no Nino in Nino's body, this fragile human vessel that has always—for all of time—held Sho's greatest love.
"Nino?" Aiba sounds alarmed now. "Sho?" But Aiba is Aiba. "Maybe he's just passed out, you know? Like we sort of almost passed out on Jun? Nino's human? Let me just—touching his balls always wakes him up, yeah?"
Aiba fondles but there's nothing.
Closing his eyes, Sho lays his hands in supplication over the place where Nino's soul should rest, just behind the thin walls of his heart, that stupid useless human muscle that Sho gave everything to save.
"Maybe—see, maybe if I lick him? You know he hates that. I—"
"Aiba, stop," Sho says harshly. He doesn't mean to but he can't think. The thunder of his heart in his ears—he can't think.
"I can find who did this to him," Aiba says. "I just need to taste—well, if it's Nino's I should know anyhow because it won't taste—"
"Aiba, stop," Sho hears himself yell, the word an angelic roar of power more than sound. He can't think.
He can't. That moment in the hospital, in the Room, is nothing compared to this. Sho has no way to change this moment, nothing left to exchange for Nino's life. Almost nothing.
In everything, in all this time, Sho has wondered about his prayers being heard. His blessings on Nino cover him as completely as always, he has not changed beyond his eyes and his wings and his damning tattoo. He is still Sho. After everything. He gave up his feather, he gave up Heaven, but somehow…somehow his grace remains. He's not sure how to reach it, how to draw it out of his soul and give it to Nino and bring him back. He doesn't know how to reach Nino but he knows how to reach God. And he will offer to God what grace he managed to hold on to, he will lose all that he has left, for Nino. His grace is Nino's, is Nino.
He tips his head onto his hands, his hands over Nino's heart. "This imperfect love," he whispers. It is the still and resonant sound of his heart, his soul, this soundless prayer. "There is nothing but this." He can't live without this. He's given up too much to lose this now. He will lose himself, he will be nothing. Or he will be worse. He can feel it like a shadow, lurking outside of this love. Something awful and other, the reverse of this feeling. He cannot be come this. He needs Nino. He cares more for Nino than for the will of God but surely, he thinks, surely God—if anyone—can understand this, this one thing, this human heart. "Please."
Grace floods him, lives in him, is him, and for a moment Sho understands completely and perfectly all that has happened. He understands that he hasn't really fallen but has been raised, that he is mortal and yet an angel still. He understands fully the half empty passion of an angel, the breaking, broken love of the mortal soul. He understands the mercy of it all.
And then, under his hands, Nino's heart trembles. It struggles and lurches and then it beats, just once. Sho feels the rush of air and of the breath of life. He feels… "Nino."
"Sho-chan," Aiba's hands are on him, on his wings. "Sho-chan, you don't look so good." Aiba's tail whips against him absently. "He looks better. You did something. I felt it. You went away and you brought him back."
Back, but not back to life. Not entirely. That one beat and the one that follows are too far apart. That one breath has yet to find its second. "I can't—" he says. He can't bring Nino all the way back. Not yet. He has to find a way. He has to save him. Sho feels something burn in his eyes and he doesn't understand until Aiba wipes the tears away.
"Don't cry, Sho-chan. Don't. Heaven won't let him die here, right?"
Sho looks at Aiba through the salt and water and sorrow. "Heaven was going to let him die in that hospital, all that time, all this time…"
Aiba is energetic and enthusiastic but he's not dumb. Sho sees the understanding blossom. "Okay," he says and his hands are firm and steady, strong. "Okay, you saved him and now it's my turn."
"I love him," Sho says, shaking his head.
Aiba's smile is sweet. "Yeah, so do I. I can help. I can do it this time. I'll help you save him."
He doesn't understand, Sho thinks. He doesn't know. "I love him. I love him." He touches the place where his own heart is—its beat matched to the falter of Nino's. "Aiba."
But Aiba's smile is there and crooked and real. "You're kind of a douche, Sho-chan," Aiba says. "I love him, too. Would I rub his nuts and lick spunk off of him if I didn't?"
Honestly? "Yeah."
"Well, I threesomed you and a sex demon—don't you think I'd do that for Nino?"
Sho blinks. "You'd do that for you."
Aiba grins. "But I'd do it for him, too, even though he'd pitch a fit."
The laugh is a surprise, a shock, like sleeping or eating or having sex for the first time. Light in the darkness, given to him by somebody else instead of drawn from his own soul. "You—"
"I love him, too. Maybe not like you do. Maybe not even like you can, but I can still love him. I can still love you. The Hidden World has love just like the human one, just like…" Aiba touches his hands, still over Nino's heart. "Just like Heaven does."
Heaven does not have love like this. "You're better than that," he says, leaning against Aiba. "You love better than that." He knows. He's seen it. He's felt it.
Aiba's hands leave him, warmth in their wake. "If you can keep him here," he says, "I know something that might bring him back to us. It's going to take me a while to get there. It's hard getting there. But I'll do it. I'll get it." He stands. "Trust me. Can you hold on to him?"
Sho can do nothing but. He nods.
"Sho-chan," Aiba hesitates. Then. "Don't do anything stupid, okay? Stay with him until I come back. Keep him here."
He looks at Aiba and he wonders if Aiba can see the roiling, churning deep that has opened in him: the terrible love and despair, the hope and the promise, the inherent fury of a heart. "I'm not leaving his side until he tells me to."
When Nino does tell him to leave, to give him space, Sho will find the person who did this and he will…what he will, he doesn't know. Right now, he only knows that love will bring Nino back and that he just has to hold on and wait for it.
For
aeslis. She knows why. (Hint: Because she's awesome!) I will say that I didn't expect this when I started writing it. I hope you like it anyhow.(Yes, I AM supposed to be doing other things. No, I am not doing them. Do I care? Yes. Enough to stop? Nope. It's my handful of minutes and hours and I'll do what I like with them.)
Keep the page
Approaching home—Nino's home, which is Sho's home no matter where he lives—Sho's heart trips nervously. He can't stop touching the bruises and bite marks on his skin. Last night…
"It's okay, Sho-chan," Aiba says, touching his shoulder, his ears twitching in amusement. "Nino's had sex before so he's…well, he's going to understand most of it, okay? Maybe not all of it because that was pretty wicked. That was pretty kinked out. But he's done some of that stuff before, I'm sure. He's definitely had sex. I have had sex with him."
Sho knows that Nino's had sex before. Sho used to politely turn his back and quit listening while it happened. He's left the apartment while Aiba has giggled and sighed into Nino's skin. Nino has had sex before. Sho hasn't. It's something he needed to do but at the same time. "We left him in that place to go—" he can't say it. "What if he's mad?"
"You had his back," Aiba reassures him. "Jun said that blessing was too strong. And besides, he was with Jun's friend, so you know he's got to be all right. He's probably waiting for us. And he's probably going to give us both shit."
Probably. But Sho's heart still pounds.
As an angel he didn't have a heartbeat, nothing that rattled the inside of him with the force of his emotions. It still feels alien and strange to feel it now, thumping away at his chest. It's why, when the door opens and he sees Nino, the only thing he feels when it stops is normal.
"Nino?" Aiba laughs. "You got some too, huh?"
Nino is naked on the floor, sprawled out, a tiny smile on his mouth. His skin is mottled with dark, mouth-shaped bruises and little red bites. There are scratch marks and semen everywhere. Nino is laying there, pale in the early dawn light.
Sho's heart starts again with an almighty slam that makes him stagger. "Nino," he breathes. "No. No, no, no, no, no." He has watched over that sort of paleness before, he's watched over Nino his entire life. Sho knows what Aiba can't yet recognize.
"There is come everywhere, Nino. Gross!" Aiba giggles.
He can't really hear him even as he hears every single sound in the small, shabby apartment. "Nino." He's across the room without a thought, wings spread wide, as though his wings can protect Nino now. "Nino." There's no breath in Nino's lungs, no soft surge of life in his chest as Sho's hands light on him. There is no Nino in Nino's body, this fragile human vessel that has always—for all of time—held Sho's greatest love.
"Nino?" Aiba sounds alarmed now. "Sho?" But Aiba is Aiba. "Maybe he's just passed out, you know? Like we sort of almost passed out on Jun? Nino's human? Let me just—touching his balls always wakes him up, yeah?"
Aiba fondles but there's nothing.
Closing his eyes, Sho lays his hands in supplication over the place where Nino's soul should rest, just behind the thin walls of his heart, that stupid useless human muscle that Sho gave everything to save.
"Maybe—see, maybe if I lick him? You know he hates that. I—"
"Aiba, stop," Sho says harshly. He doesn't mean to but he can't think. The thunder of his heart in his ears—he can't think.
"I can find who did this to him," Aiba says. "I just need to taste—well, if it's Nino's I should know anyhow because it won't taste—"
"Aiba, stop," Sho hears himself yell, the word an angelic roar of power more than sound. He can't think.
He can't. That moment in the hospital, in the Room, is nothing compared to this. Sho has no way to change this moment, nothing left to exchange for Nino's life. Almost nothing.
In everything, in all this time, Sho has wondered about his prayers being heard. His blessings on Nino cover him as completely as always, he has not changed beyond his eyes and his wings and his damning tattoo. He is still Sho. After everything. He gave up his feather, he gave up Heaven, but somehow…somehow his grace remains. He's not sure how to reach it, how to draw it out of his soul and give it to Nino and bring him back. He doesn't know how to reach Nino but he knows how to reach God. And he will offer to God what grace he managed to hold on to, he will lose all that he has left, for Nino. His grace is Nino's, is Nino.
He tips his head onto his hands, his hands over Nino's heart. "This imperfect love," he whispers. It is the still and resonant sound of his heart, his soul, this soundless prayer. "There is nothing but this." He can't live without this. He's given up too much to lose this now. He will lose himself, he will be nothing. Or he will be worse. He can feel it like a shadow, lurking outside of this love. Something awful and other, the reverse of this feeling. He cannot be come this. He needs Nino. He cares more for Nino than for the will of God but surely, he thinks, surely God—if anyone—can understand this, this one thing, this human heart. "Please."
Grace floods him, lives in him, is him, and for a moment Sho understands completely and perfectly all that has happened. He understands that he hasn't really fallen but has been raised, that he is mortal and yet an angel still. He understands fully the half empty passion of an angel, the breaking, broken love of the mortal soul. He understands the mercy of it all.
And then, under his hands, Nino's heart trembles. It struggles and lurches and then it beats, just once. Sho feels the rush of air and of the breath of life. He feels… "Nino."
"Sho-chan," Aiba's hands are on him, on his wings. "Sho-chan, you don't look so good." Aiba's tail whips against him absently. "He looks better. You did something. I felt it. You went away and you brought him back."
Back, but not back to life. Not entirely. That one beat and the one that follows are too far apart. That one breath has yet to find its second. "I can't—" he says. He can't bring Nino all the way back. Not yet. He has to find a way. He has to save him. Sho feels something burn in his eyes and he doesn't understand until Aiba wipes the tears away.
"Don't cry, Sho-chan. Don't. Heaven won't let him die here, right?"
Sho looks at Aiba through the salt and water and sorrow. "Heaven was going to let him die in that hospital, all that time, all this time…"
Aiba is energetic and enthusiastic but he's not dumb. Sho sees the understanding blossom. "Okay," he says and his hands are firm and steady, strong. "Okay, you saved him and now it's my turn."
"I love him," Sho says, shaking his head.
Aiba's smile is sweet. "Yeah, so do I. I can help. I can do it this time. I'll help you save him."
He doesn't understand, Sho thinks. He doesn't know. "I love him. I love him." He touches the place where his own heart is—its beat matched to the falter of Nino's. "Aiba."
But Aiba's smile is there and crooked and real. "You're kind of a douche, Sho-chan," Aiba says. "I love him, too. Would I rub his nuts and lick spunk off of him if I didn't?"
Honestly? "Yeah."
"Well, I threesomed you and a sex demon—don't you think I'd do that for Nino?"
Sho blinks. "You'd do that for you."
Aiba grins. "But I'd do it for him, too, even though he'd pitch a fit."
The laugh is a surprise, a shock, like sleeping or eating or having sex for the first time. Light in the darkness, given to him by somebody else instead of drawn from his own soul. "You—"
"I love him, too. Maybe not like you do. Maybe not even like you can, but I can still love him. I can still love you. The Hidden World has love just like the human one, just like…" Aiba touches his hands, still over Nino's heart. "Just like Heaven does."
Heaven does not have love like this. "You're better than that," he says, leaning against Aiba. "You love better than that." He knows. He's seen it. He's felt it.
Aiba's hands leave him, warmth in their wake. "If you can keep him here," he says, "I know something that might bring him back to us. It's going to take me a while to get there. It's hard getting there. But I'll do it. I'll get it." He stands. "Trust me. Can you hold on to him?"
Sho can do nothing but. He nods.
"Sho-chan," Aiba hesitates. Then. "Don't do anything stupid, okay? Stay with him until I come back. Keep him here."
He looks at Aiba and he wonders if Aiba can see the roiling, churning deep that has opened in him: the terrible love and despair, the hope and the promise, the inherent fury of a heart. "I'm not leaving his side until he tells me to."
When Nino does tell him to leave, to give him space, Sho will find the person who did this and he will…what he will, he doesn't know. Right now, he only knows that love will bring Nino back and that he just has to hold on and wait for it.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 03:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 04:02 am (UTC)I was so happy to see this! I've always loved this world&hearts
"You're better than that," he says, leaning against Aiba. "You love better than that." He knows. He's seen it. He's felt it.
My heart. To you. On platter.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 05:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 05:34 am (UTC)Thankfully we already know that Nino ends up OKAY. Otherwise this would be the worst cliffhanger just about ever.
I agree with Phrenk, too: the way Nino and Sho's love is so intense, but non-sexual, is one of the most beautiful things.
And how can you just alksg;lksjdfj knock out something like this in less than a day!? I swear. I'm finally working my way out of my writer's block but 350 words a day is my limit. ;o;
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 07:03 am (UTC)sladkjk THIS!!
I think we've talked before about Sho's love of Nino. I still have great respect and adoration of the fact that Sho's love is not a sexual one where Nino is concerned but that doesn't make it any less deep or any less intense. I'm not sure what most people usually think of when they read or even write a fallen angel story, but I think that you captured here perfectly that Sho, as an angel, loved Nino enough to defy God and forsake heaven to save him. There's nothing even possibly superficial about that connection and the fact that Nino is Sho's anchor in the mortal world is further evidence of this fact.
I feel like this entire au, even if it just started as something silly and a little dirty, is turning into just a testament to love in all it's many shades. Aiba was right for calling Sho a douche bag because it was unfair to tell Aiba he didn't love Nino and that he didn't understand. Aiba didn't have a god or a heaven or anything that needed to be sacrificed to prove his love, but it doesn't make it any less real or true than Sho's. Then there's the romantic love between Ohno and Nino that's at least alluded to (BUT COMPLETELY UNEXPLORED SO FAR, HINT HINT) and I just. I'm in awe of the fact that not only do you understand the different levels and ways a person can love, but that you can convey them in such a visceral way. It's nothing short of beautiful, and despite what I said a few sentences ago I am in love with the fact that the main love story for this universe has nothing to do with romantic love.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 09:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 01:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 01:19 pm (UTC)And I feel Aiba in here, he love all of them!
This AU will always be one of the best I've read!
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-18 05:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-19 03:54 pm (UTC)His grace is Nino's, is Nino
this is just one powerful statement. Sho's love for Nino has no words.
And Aiba. I love Aiba here too.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-20 05:32 am (UTC)Sho's reaching for the grace of God in exchange for his own grace was powerful. And aces to Aiba for calling Sho out for being a douch when he was breaking down with the unfamiliarity of his emotions! Oh, Aiba, loving and offensive at the same time.
I love how Sho is so completely wrapped up in who he is - or who he's become - and how he has to face that he's not existing for himself, but for Nino. At least, that's how I see it. I was going to comment on Sho trying to protect Nino from the consequences of Nino's own choices, but I'm not certain as to how much water that holds anymore.
Thank you for sharing this with us. ♥
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-26 03:24 am (UTC)I didn't add this bit--because I couldn't find a way to end smoothly without going on and on--but:
The day lengthens.
Aiba continues to be gone.
Sho sits with Nino and rages inside.
He thinks, eventually, that he should move Nino, get him off the floor and out of the mess. Nino is small but he's human, he has weight and Sho can feel it when he lifts him. He remembers the way Nino's mother used to hold her baby, her little boy, against her chest, the look on her face. He has to close his eyes as he feels that same weight and warmth. Oh, Nino, his heart beats at him.
Sho carries Nino to his bed and lays him down. Nino's bed is a fluffy nest of bright blankets and soft-worn-comfortable textures. Nino, Sho's soul whispers. There is no room for rage, for the fear of what his rage brings, when he has Nino like this—safe and alive, tucked in inside of the most amazing bed that Sho's ever known. Nino is alive, by the sheer grace of God, alive. That's all that matters.
Though he doesn't want to leave Nino's side, he does. He goes to the bathroom and fills a bowl with warm water and finds a washcloth. While he waits for Aiba to come back, to bring Nino all the way back to them, he can take care of Nino. He can begin to make up for his complete failure of the night before. How long, he wonders, had Nino held off the other demon before the blessing had failed?
Rage twists in him again and Sho wants to fly from Nino's side and find this person. He knows where to start looking. He can…he could… He's nearly ready to do so when the water laps over the edge and wets his fingers and he remembers his task. Nino is more important than some faceless, careless demon.
He takes care as he washes Nino, he is gentle. Despite all this time, Nino is still a marvel to him, the satin skin and the gentle warmth, the thrum of life. And as he slowly washes the night away he notices something. Rather, he comes to understand something: Nino is covered in small bruises, in bites, in shallow scratches. They are scattered over him. Just like the dried patches of semen. Scattered. Flaked away. Fresher here, not so there.
"Oh, Nino," Sho sighs. Because this is how he, himself, looked this morning. After a long, full night. Whoever did this…whether they meant to or not, he doesn't know. But whoever did this took time with Nino. There aren't any bruises that circle his wrists, nothing to show he was held down, a direct contrast to Sho's shackled-shaped marks.
And if Nino let this happen, if Nino wanted this, Sho is helpless to Nino's happiness. Sho nearly failed Nino before. He failed just this past night. But he won't fail Nino again. If he has to give up everything, it's nothing. He doesn't care what he has to give up to keep Nino alive and happy. Nino, the Nino under his hands right now, is worth anything. If he has to destroy the world to ensure that Nino's heart loves on, he will. "I promise," he whispers to Nino, his wings spread wide over both of them. He can feel the power inside of him twist.
"Sho-chan?" Aiba asks cautiously.
"It's all right, Aiba," Sho says, setting the water aside. "It's going to be all right." Because there isn't room for anything else. He looks at the tanuki and he can see Aiba's love, sweet and wild, as he looks at Nino. This will live. It has to. If it doesn't, the world is destroyed anyhow.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-31 02:05 am (UTC)And a;skfjadfj omg I love you so incredibly much. It's cool to see that you have such a tight handle on your characters that you basically write on the fly without really having to think of the implications ahead. You're really good. ♥
It's nice (kind of) to see Sho face his own breakdown, and tear straight through the storm to the heart of the matter. All while washing Nino like a baby. (It's chilling, actually, since his conclusion leads him to force open the demons' door and announce the impending apocalypse he'd bring for his love for Nino with a hand around a neck.) It's nice to see that he still values Nino above everything, including revenge for his own sacrifices thrown about so lightly - I suppose Sho's ultimate scale for weighing everything boils down to Nino until Nino is gone. I wonder how Sho feels Nino's love for him?
Also, I didn't get a chance to say this earlier, but I really love Aiba, the darling, who sees so clearly. I mean, it's not like he really knows how the power or Falls of angels work, right? But he can still recognize that Sho's in a precarious position that might change everything. And I love that he takes the initiative to ensure that he has a responsibility bigger than his need to be a danger to somebody, whether that danger might be angled towards the incubus or Sho himself. Good instincts, tanuki!
al;kdf I'm rambling a bit here but this is what your writing reduces me to! Half-formed thoughts and reflections! Thank you, as always, for sharing! ♥
(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-16 12:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-31 02:45 pm (UTC)