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It's disconcerting, the way Koutarou's entire being is drawn to him. It shouldn't be that way.
Koutarou is pretty sure he's fucked. The lone figure standing sways listlessly,
the jagged cuts of rhythm flowing everywhere,
and tainting Koutarou.
He's handsome.
He's beautiful.
He's enthralling, monstrous beauty dazing its own existence; he's heavy lidded eyes with irises that toes the line between jade green and oceanic blue, he's dark curls woven carelessly atop a carefully sculpted face. He's sharp cheekbones and tanned skin; plump lips full and enticing, provocative and intoxicating, red red red, like the river that flows underneath him, like the--
Like the horns that protrude from his head. Like the blood that drips from his hand, claws extended as he stands at the top of the mountain of bodies he had come for.
There are black veins crawling from the jugular and stretching its way to the chest, wrapping around the man's tanned skin intricately, a web of black mass and curled points. He looks like disaster, like chaos, like a mistake. He makes Koutarou itch in a way he can never scratch; makes Koutarou burn slowly, flames licking every inch of his body.
Koutarou is captivated. Koutaro is enraptured.
Koutarou has never seen beauty like that before.
He isn't sure he wants to, again.
"I have made a mistake consorting with you," he whispers, a quiet hush against a neck. The small of his back is covered by a too warm hand, and Koutarou's wings find themselves fluttering gently.
"So you have," murmurs Keiji, lips kissing the top of Koutarou's ear, teeth out and grazing it hard enough to bite. Hard enough to send a shiver down Koutarou's full body, to electrocute his spine into stiffening. Involuntarily he moans, the sound muffled against Keiji's skin, and instinctively he bites.
Keiji's hands now travel from his back to his wings. Koutarou shudders, feeling the exquisite smoothness (lie, lie, lie) that Keiji's hands shouldn't have grip his feathers tightly, as if he's wrenching them. "Look at you, a servant of the Heavens, cavorting with a lowly demon like me."
Keiji is seduction personified, and Koutarou is but a mere servant to him.
"What a beautiful mess," Koutarou says in the end.
It's not as if he can ever leave, anyway.