Photogenic

This is kinda trash lol, but I wrote it just to keep the rust off and get some Ryomina love out of me, so it's finnneee

CW: Yandere behavior, stalker behavior, nonconsentual photography

With skin pale enough to contrast his shaggy, midnight-blue hair and storm-grey eyes, Minato Arisato was almost like a porcelain doll. It was no surprise that every girl in Gekkoukan seemed to have the hots for him.

And, by extension, it shouldn’t be a surprise that Ryoji Mochizuki had the hots for him too. Though, he also knew Minato enough to know that traditional dating wasn’t a likely route to go. So, he kept to flirting and more casual shows of attraction.

Though, that didn’t entirely scratch the brunette’s itch. Even though Minato would flirt back and play along with his slightly perverted or dark humor, there was still some part deep within him that still craved Minato’s attention and company. Like a craving of sorts, yet...the urge to eat a pepperoni pizza didn’t lead to a jealous knot in your belly when a woman tried her hand at flirting with Minato.

It also, admittedly, didn’t lead to Ryoji’s current position. Sat in a tree like a bird, phone in hand to wait for Minato to come into view, fresh from a shower. If you keep this up, I’m gonna assume you WANT to be photographed. The brunette thought with amusement to himself when the wildcard did finally make an appearance in his bedroom. A towel draped over his hair, his well-toned chest and stomach on full display as if he was expecting to be photographed. Which, of course, Ryoji obliged.

How could he not? Plenty of girls snuck photos of Minato when he’s in school, so it wasn’t creepy for the brunette to do the same. After all, unlike the other students of gekkoukan liked to post Minato to their social medias, Ryoji only kept the photos for himself.

Which...wasn’t creepy.

I really need to practice couple poses more. But for now, I'm just happy to partake in an online event on time! This piece was full of challenges, but I'm very proud of how it turned out, so I'm proud of myself in turn, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Just a dream

I’m still on a bit of that horror train, so I took a bit of a softer idea I’ve been chewing on for a bit and decided to flex my descriptive muscles. That’s it. Is this super fucking clear? Probably not. But I hope it’s at least descriptive, and effective in painting the picture I want.

I also wanted to explore a bit more of a dark take on my usual writing energy? Idk, kinda hard to explain. I just wanted to write something that crossed wires in a way.

CW: Beware! There be attempted gore ahead! There’s also a bit of a sexual energy, dipping slightly into Ryoji’s darker tastes. Maybe this counts as a hint of Ero Guro? Not super heavy on the Ero tho, it’s just there. The biggest warning is for there being gore.

Minato squirmed beneath Ryoji’s touch, his back arched into his palm, his body offered up for each of Ryoji’s whims. Which, was a sight that brought a soft smile to the god’s face before he dipped his head and began a slow trail of feather-light kisses at the wildcard’s jaw and moved down his neck, then his sternum. “Ryoji…” the shaggy-haired man beneath the god sighed, his cloudy grey eyes focus on the brunette as he continued to leave delicate kisses down Minato’s belly. Each kiss and playful nibble enough to make the muscles below his pale skin flutter, or a shiver run down Minato’s body. A phenomenon that made Ryoji pause with his lips still against the man’s warm skin as he purred, “God, you’re so pretty, funeral lily…” Each fresh inhale of the wildcard’s lavender scent afterwards intoxicating him further.

“R-Ryoji…” And, just like that, the fog of lust was lifted by the distressed tone of the blue-haired man’s whimper. “Mina? Why do you sound so sad all of-” Ryoji didn’t need to finish his question. Because, when he lifted his eyes to look back up to his lover’s face, the pained grimace and tears he saw answered the question. “Funeral lily, what’s wrong?!” Ryoji asked instead as he pushed himself up from the wildcard’s belly to instead reach a hand up to the man’s cheek. Then, his breath froze in his throat.

His fingers. His pale skin, usually the color of a beam of moonlight, was now a sickeningly sticky shade of cherry against Minato’s own fair cheek. A shade that could be tracked down the wildcard’s body until he found the source. The spot where the skin of Minato’s belly had been torn open. A yawning, bloodied maw barely held together by the last few strands of the wildcard’s skin that remained.

For a moment, the sight his funeral lily stained red like this was morbidly beautiful, in that deeply unspoken manner. Yet, the sticky reminder of the blood on his face brought the god back to the reality of the moment. “Ryoji…”

It was Minato’s blood on his face. The crimson color that bloomed across the sheets was his fault. He hadn’t brought his lover any pleasure in exchange for his own. He’d only hurt him. “Ryoji.” The wildcard’s voice called. Muffled by the buzz of blood in the god’s ears as the brunette’s gut twisted and tied itself into knots. “Mochizuki!”

Freed from his dream, Ryoji threw himself out of the bed. Desperate to somehow get away from the copper scent on his skin, only to fall against the sturdy bedroom door before he sank to the floor. With his sapphire eyes barely cleared of sleepy haze as they darted from one corner of the shadow-filled bedroom to the next, the brunette’s heart thundered in his ears. The harshba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump in his chest nearly so loud, that it would’ve drowned out Minato’s voice when he huffed, “Ryoji, what the hell are you doing?” if the midnight-haired man had not moved as he spoke.

Minato?

Sure enough, Minato Arisato sat on the bed. His voice thick with sleep and confused annoyance, but the snow-colored button-up he was draped in seemed...untouched. His shaggy, dark hair was mussed and frizzy, but the wildcard was in one piece. He was perfectly fine.

He was unharmed. Though storm cloud eyes flashed with lightning, those bolts were what allowed reality to trickle back into Ryoji’s brain through the fog of anxiety and the slam of his heart against his ribs. Until, finally, the reaper’s fear had ebbed. “Ryoji.” Minato said in a firmer, yet suddenly kinder, voice that snapped the brunette out of his thoughts to look at his suddenly-softened partner. Why is he so nice all of a sudden?A dumb thought, for sure, because it surely wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that something must’ve been wrong with the god of death to have him huddled against the door like a frightened animal. And, despite his bad attitude and sharp tongue, Minato knew when honey was more effective than vinegar. “Nightshade, why did you jump up like that? Are you okay?” The shaggy-haired wildcard asked as he crouched down in front of Ryoji.

Yet, his quiet, gentle words still didn’t seem to be enough to receive an actual response from the half awake Shadow. only tears. “Hey, hey shh. You’re okay, Nightshade. It was just a bad dream.” the wildcard swiftly soothed, his hands moved to cup Ryoji’s round, soft face and swipe his tears away with his thumbs.

There was no fear. No hesitation to touch Ryoji and pull him from the sharp claws of his hysteria. “I’m so sorry!” The brunette finally sobbed, unable to tell whether the apology was for his dream, or the tears he couldn’t stop when they poured down his full cheeks and over his lover’s hands. Not that the reason mattered, though, to anyone but Ryoji. “Why are you apologizing? All you’ve done is startle me and have a bad dream.” He pointed out, the brunette only able to continue bawling as he stammered on uneven breaths, “I-I didn’t- I didn’t mean to h-hurt you.” Yet, Minato only continued to soothe him. “Nightshade, you had a nightmare. I’m fine, you haven’t done anything to me, see?”

As he spoke, the midnight-haired wildcard moved his hands from the distressed god’s cheeks to instead grab his wrists and put his hands on his hips. The warmth in his voice, the intimacy of the soft skin beneath Ryoji’s palms once more, with no fear or hesitation, only trust. Seemed to be the final anchor the brunette needed to fully realize that his dream wasn’t his reality. So, the brunette was slowly able to pull free of the self-imposed, irrational guilt and just curl around his lover. “I’m so sorry...for scaring you.” He eventually mumbled into the lavender-scented skin of Minato’s neck while the wildcard threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair. Now sat in the god’s lap, with an arm draped around his shoulders and a thread of amusement in his chuckle, “It’s okay, Nightshade. I’m honestly sort of endeared that your worst nightmare is hurting me.” which, earned a weak giggle from Ryoji before the two settled into a comfortable sort of silence.

Eventually, they would likely move back to bed. But, for the moment, Ryoji simply buried his face in Minato’s scent to replace the stench of blood and distract from how vivid the moment had felt.

Hi! I am a huge fan of your work! (Especially winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals; you really know how to make a guy cry!)

I wish there was more ryomina content out there, so would it be possible to write a pinning Makoto that’s in denial about his feelings for Ryoji (first love sorta vibes?!?!)? (Crushing on the popular guy?!?). He could have internalised homophobia or he could just straight up just be in denial, but I’ll leave that up to you!

Thank you for reading this request and I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m so happy you enjoy my fanfic! WISRF is my baby rn, and I hope you don’t mind the super slow updates, I’m doing my best with it. In the meantime, I hope this holds you over, because! Oh my god, if you want more Ryomina content?? You came to the right lady!! I love these two with such an aggressive love. For example! When I finished this one, I had to click off of Tumblr so I didn’t post it too early. I ITCHED to post it. I don’t care if this is super polished, it’s not the fanfic. I can be a bit more lenient. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy the change of pace.

So! It’s a bit vague, but I went ahead and implied Minato’s a bit of a yandere for Ryoji as well as in denial.

Winter was probably Minato’s favorite season. The way the sunlight made blankets of snow sparkle like a sea of diamonds, the crispness of the air, the excuse to wear comfier clothes and stay under warm blankets, how peacefully quiet everything was due to the birds and animals either hibernating, hiding from the ice, or south for the season. It was all a blissful reprieve from the torturous heat of summer or the pollen-choked air of the spring months. Not to mention, Ryoji mochizuki had transferred to gekkoukan in those colder months.

Ryoji Mochizuki. Tall, around 5’11, with dark brown hair that was brushed back from his round, cheerful face as if his styling routine included putting his face in front of a high power fan. Paired with gorgeous blue eyes like two pools of the world’s most refreshing water, and it wasn’t a surprise that the charming trasnfer student had become Gekkoukan’s most popular student in the few weeks he’d been there. Which, was a feat, with how beloved Akihiko was. Yet, even with the fighter’s adorable, oblivious charms, when Ryoji had come to school, he’d taken the hearts of the student body like an expert phantom thief.

Or, well, at least, 99% of the student body adored the man. Minato Arisato was no stranger to charming playboys and their faux innocent, lovey-dovey antics, so Ryoji’s sugary magnetism was useless against the deadpan emo. No matter how soft those lovely sapphire eyes got when the brunette looked at him.

Or...that’s what Minato told himself each day when he heard one of his classmates whisper about some new facet of sex appeal the boy had. Irritation was what he claimed as the cause for how much he hated when he saw Ryoji out on a date with a classmate. Jealousy? No. Minato Arisato hated other people, they grated on his nerves without fail, so there was no way in hell he had any warm feelings that would stem something like jealousy. Right?

But, if that’s so, why does the mention of Ryoji going out on dates make you so aggressive? Orpheus asked, the epitome of that little voice in the back of your head that you fought to ignore. Although, does a crush really explain your feelings? What about how possessive you are of him? “Aren’t you cold, Funeral lily?” The words all but ripped the blue-haired teen away from his persona’s musings and brought him back to reality. The reality where Ryoji Mochizuki waited beside him for the train. Close enough for the shaggy-haired teen to smell how the various scents of food that had permeated the white dress shirt and black vest of his work uniform mingled with Ryoji’s peppermint-and-oleander-scented cologne. Which, meant he was too damned close. “I’m fine.” Minato said flatly before he stepped away to put a bit of distance between them. Some distance between himself and the irrational urge to brand the brunette’s cute ass. Yet, Ryoji didn’t seem to get that memo, because in the time it took the persona user to flick through a few of his songs, he became aware of the pretty boy’s body heat once again breath-tak- annoyinglyclose. “Personal space, Mochizuki.” “Are you sure? I didn’t see you grab a jacket after work tonight, and, I mean, it’s winter.” Ryoji pointed out. As if the midnight-haired teen hadn’t even spoken, and had somehow also missed the delicate flakes that drifted down from the darkened sky outside. “Yes I’m sure, and I don’t see youwith a coat either, so get off of my ass about it.” He snapped, yet when he looked back to glare at the teen who had stumbled into the shaggy-haired emo’s part time job, and just so happened to choose to work there as well, Ryoji’s blue eyes met his evil look with nothing but a warm sense of concern. The fact that the most popular boy in school had the absolute gall to look at him like that made Minato’s stomach churn. Though, that may have been caused by the swarm of butterflies he ignoring whenever he saw that addictive, sweet look.

Regardless of whatever confused feelings he harbored though, Ryoji still looked at him with undeniable softness in his gaze. A softness that Minato recognized from their first encounter outside of the very train station that they now stood in. A softness that drew Minato in like a warm hug in the chilled air of the winter night and blurred the prickly, hostile thoughts into simple white noise on that near-empty, slightly smelly boarding platform.

In fact, Minato had plenty of time while they waited for their train to notice just how soft Ryoji himself was. From that round face and dark, fluffy hair that looked feather-soft even before the blue-haired teen reached up to gently touch a stray strand that dared to fall into Ryoji’s sapphire eyes, to the warm body that he’d heard from the many girls was great to hold. And, that spark of jealousy was the dose of ice water that pulled Minato out of the trance he’d fallen into. So, the proximity of Ryoji’s face to his crashed down like a precariously balanced box at a sharp gust of wind and hit Minato right in the impulses. "Ah! Mina! What the hell?!” Ryoji yelped, his hand on his cheek as he stared at the midnight-haired emo who’d let those jealous, vicious urges slip just a bit. “I-I-I…” Sadly, when he tried to speak, shame choked the persona user worse than the stale, dank air of the dark hour, but he pushed the words out regardless. “I-I told you, personal space, god damn it! Listen!” “Motherfucker, you’rethe one who leaned in! I just met you in the middle!” Ryoji pointed out, but what was Minato to do? Confess to the jealousy he harbored towards all of the girls he heard talk about the brunette?

No. If he tried to explain the intricacies of his ‘jealousy’, he’d be forced to explain why the mere memory of his classmates harmlessly gossiping about Ryoji had driven him to sucker punch the man. He’d have to confront whatever those disgusting, squishy feelings were that Ryoji’s presence always seemed to dig up. And, the violent possessiveness that followed.

So, instead of doing any of that, Minato snarled, “I did not! Get your mind out of whatever pipedreams you have rattling around in that shallow ass head of yours.” And, while the look of hurt in Ryoji’s eyes stung, it stung far less than the humiliation of explaining himself. Especially since the train came along to rescue him from marinating in the kicked-puppy aura the captivating man gave off.

So, he simply ended the conversation with a huff, and put his music back on to drown out any other chance to converse.

Minato hated people. That included Ryoji Mochizuki as well.

Silence is golden

I know this is real short, but I know very little about the kyoto trip so far. I'm not yet at the point where Ryoji is even around, so sadly I didn't feel comfortable writing an entire long scenario surrounding it. So! This might be a cop out, but I thought it was cute, and I hope you do too!

Minato’s entire body seemed to ache with each step he took towards the hotsprings. Exhaustion drug on his limbs after the days non-stop social interaction and travel, but he had tried to sleep as soon as Junpei had released him, but with how Aigis stared into him, and Akihiko snored like a grizzly bear with a smoking habit, there he was. Peeling off the layers of his robes in the male locker room to shove them into one of the cubbies with no care for how neat they looked, and stepping out into the cool night air. The shadowy bath only illuminated by the watchful gaze of the moon, and the air warmed by the steam that rolled off of the bath’s water gently. However, despite the late hour, Minato still felt eyes on him.

However, when he looked around, he didn’t see anyone in the water in front of him. That was, until his gray eyes spotted the brunette submerged up to his nose in the warm water. With his dark hair draped into his eyes, was Ryoji Mochizuki. An odd transfer student who had literally thrown himself off of a train station roof at the wildcard and become an instant favorite amongst the gekkoukan girls.

Yet, at the moment, when he moved his dark hair out of his eyes to meet Minato’s, he looked like he’d been run over by a herd of stallions twice. Which, was a shock to the wildcard in comparison to his usual bubbly, energetic attitude. Some part of the persona user had simply assumed that the brunette couldn’t get worn out from socialization. Yet, there he was. Just as tired as Minato after the day’s events. I guess even he gets tired out by the girls playing tug-o-war with him.

So, neither spoke. Minato simply stepped into the warm water and let her exhausted body sink into the warm, steamy waters. Ryoji stayed where he was in the spring, and Minato sat against the wall of the pool with a heavy sigh. Both just sat like that. The gentle swish of the water the only sound between them. It was peaceful. And, while they were both spent from their day, the other being there seemed to mutually be enjoyed all of the same.

Part 9

Ngl, I procrastinated on this part bc we’re getting into the chapters I’m not suppppper confident in. Like, I like them, but I feel like the characterizations aren’t the strongest, or the plot was too boring or confusing. Then, I ended up hitting a sort of slump in my interest in this fic. I had a lot of fresh ideas, this one felt kinda weak, then life has been rough, so I ended up putting it off MORE as a result.

But! I am determined to post this bitch! Even if it’s not my strongest work! So if you’ve stuck around this long, you are so fuckin’ great dudes and dudettes! I hope you can forgive any wonky writing or missed stuff going forward, I just wanted to get this part done since I’d left it so close to done, but left it hanging lol. Admittedly, no garuntee on when part 10 will be done, but there’s only 3 more chapters! So hopefully I can knock them out soon! Soon-ish! Before the next god damned Christmas!

Thank you for hanging on for this beast. I really do appreciate it. I’m gonna try my best going forward, and I hope you continue to enjoy!

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The morning after Yukari's questions was a bit tense. At least, tense enough for Ryoji to ask if they'd fought again when he noticed Yukari's vicious glaring.

Yet, with a limited time of her stay remaining, Minato ignored the dirty looks and kept his mouth shut. If she didn't learn her lesson with her first attempt, that's her issue. He told himself on his way to the kitchen on her final day. Only to freeze before grabbing the handle of the cracked-open kitchen doors when he heard the conversation. "Why are you so close to Minato?" Yukari was questioning. Which, while annoying, did pique the man's interest as much as it made him bristle. Stop that. Ryoji liking us does nothing to hurt us. Quit it. He scolded himself, shoving those anxious feelings back down. Him having feelings for me, good or bad, doesn't affect our relationship, it's fine.

That point didn't stop Minato from listening against the kitchen doors for Ryoji's answer, though. "I'm not that attached to Mina, am I?" He asked, a pause his only response before he hummed, "Well, if I must try to explain myself. He's not the first sacrifice to not fear Thanatos, but he's probably the most interesting in how he goes about it. Usually, even the most resigned offering snaps at least once, but...I think his only escape attempt was moreso because of what I did, not the threat of dying." he began, adding in a brighter tone "Oh! I also like his sense of humor, or, at least the way he's not as judge-y about mine. He's also got a nice laugh, and he's smart! Granted, he showed that by trying to escape. But, he was smart enough to try and cover his tracks, and use the snow to his advantage! Most sacrifices go for the doors, so, y'know, refreshing at the least. I get tired of the corpses only digging straight up to get out of the graves."

Naturally, the morbid attempt at a joke only got another unamused silence from the girl. "Okay, then why does he get special treatment?" "Huh? Whoever said he got special treatment?" Minato heard the brunette squawk. Sounding almost offended at her words before she continued with a light, but pointed tone, "I mean, you two seem close, you trust him enough to not be up his ass 24/7 around here," Ryoji cut her off, "Jokes on you! I simply haven't gotten around to asking him if I can be up his ass yet." Which, got an annoyed half-scream that time instead of a silent look. "Wait, where are you going?! Breakfast isn't done!" Ryoji called. Minato left to scramble away from the doors before Yukari threw them open as she snapped back, "Ugh, no! fuck your breakfast, I'm not going to sit down here when you're being gross!" "I was only joking! It was a joke, I didn't think it was that gross!- Oh, good morning Minato."

The pair stopped when they spotted the blue-haired man in his pale dress in the entryway of the fancy, gothic home. Yukari eyed him as Ryoji smiled at him. "I only came down for some breakfast, I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Minato offered, but Ryoji waved it off, "Don't worry, this works out great for me! I need to talk to the both of you, anyways." Which, got a suspicious look from Yukari as she squawked, but he added, "But it's okay! Nothing bad's going to happen." Not that it helped soothe her. "Why did you need to talk to us both?" She asked, "Why are you so hostile about it?" Minato asked her in return, getting his own glare from her.

He simply returned the evil look, his deadpan expression not shifting an inch, even as she asked, "Oh what, I just trust the immortal helper of the god who's keeping me trapped here?" and while her reasoning was sound, her sharp tone dug at Minato yet again. So he once again turned to his usual sass with her. "I mean, what's your other option? Try to bolt out of the door again? Because that worked so well the first time."

Thankfully, before she could smack the midnight-haired sacrifice, Ryoi caught her hand. His laugh a bit tense while he tugged Yukari further from Minato, "Chill out you two, I promise there's no need to fight over this. I'm not throwing anyone to the wolves, or implementing some form of torture." He assured, "I only wanted to tell you both at the same time that I've gotten permission to take some of my leave. So, you two will be here alone for the most part, but I'll come back to feed and water you." "Oh great, so we're like gerbils-" Yukari paused. Minato able to see the ideas in her brown eyes as she looked back at Ryoji, "Wait, you're leaving us alone? What about you being, like, a guard though?" she asked, the taller brunette giving a bit of a nervous laugh at her surprise. "Well, I mean...you won't just be here unsupervised with the doors open, y'know? That's asking for creeps to get in, or for you two to get out and freeze to death, or get kidnapped, or attacked by animals. In short, yeah no, Thanatos obviously isn't letting me leave you guys unprotected." And like a house of cards, Yukari's expression fell.

And, Minato couldn't deny that he felt bad for the girl. He may not have wanted to go back to the village that threw him to the wolves, but he recognized the pain that replaced the hope in her eyes. He'd felt a similar way when he'd woken up in the hospital after the crash.

However, the sacrifice mentally shoved that sympathy back down. No! No no, Ryoji is probably fucking Thanatos, getting attached to him is acceptable. Yukari is a bitch. She'll bolt at the first opportunity, she doesn't fucking like me. Quit feeling bad for her. He scolded. Taking a deep breath before zoning back into Yukari and Ryoji's conversation. Only to finally register that the taller of the brunette duo was looking at him. "Huh?" "You didn't catch a word of that, did you?" Ryoji laughed, making the sacrifice scowl a bit before he continued. "I was saying that before I go, I'll need to lock you in your rooms and leash you to the bed. Do you understand, Funeral lily?" "Oh, yeah, whatever." He hummed, shrugging it off. Which seemed to throw Yukari for a second, but instead of nagging him for it, she shook her head with an annoyed huff.

Ryoji, though, smiled brightly at his compliance. Giving the grumpy man a quick hug before he continued, "But! Until I leave, you two can roam around freely, I promise! So, how about we take advantage of that freedom and have some breakfast, hm?" before herding Minato and Yukari back to the kitchen and the breakfast he prepared.

Yet, regardless of the food's flavor, Minato ate it. For no real reason but to watch each of Yukari's plans flick in her warm brown eyes like movie screens. As well as talk to Ryoji for the morning. Though, once his food was gone and the conversation had dwindled, he returned to his room once more. Content to melt into the mattress and watch whatever tv shows or Christmas specials came on. Even if some part of him found it a bit repetitive.

However, the curse of a woman out in the hall interrupted that plan. God damn it, is Yukari gonna try to bolt out the door again? He thought with a sigh. Rolling his grey eyes before he pulled himself out of bed to trudge over to the door and look out.

Sure enough, the brown-haired girl was creeping down the gothic hallway. Past the pale vases of colorful, plastic flowers and gorgeous paintings. Gotta hand it to her, she’s got nuts at least. “Yukari, what are you up to?” He asked. Watching the girl jump a bit and whip around to look at him like a deer in headlights for a brief second before she relaxed. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m not going to sit here like a trained bitch.” She hissed back. Spitting the last word out like a poisonous barb at him, but he swallowed down the urge to return that poison and only blinked at her. “You’re being stupid, is what I think.” He stated blandly, “Do you even know where Ryoji is?” “He’s in the shower, I checked.” alright, fair I suppose. “And what’s your plan? Run out the door a second time? Go out the back and try to climb the brick wall? Try to dig your way out?” “I’m gonna try something, I don’t want to be tied to a damned bed!” She argued, throwing it into his face as if she expected him to react to her words. And, when reiterating Ryoji’s plan back to him didn’t get more of a reaction than his usual look, she barred her teeth at him. But, she let the conversation die there in favor of continuing her way down the stairs

Minato ended up trailing after the woman without another word between them. Playing as her shadow while she circled the cold brick wall that enclosed the snow-layered garden. “Is there a fucking reason you’re following me around? Are you looking for evidence to report to Ryoji?” She asked, spinning on her heel to fix the shaggy-haired sacrifice with yet another one of her dirty looks. “No.” he hummed, his casual tone offering little to soothe the melancholy anger in her face. “There’s not much else to do but follow you around, or sit and watch tv.” “Then go watch tv!” “Nothing good’s on.”

Yukari screamed through her teeth at that. Spinning on her heel without a further word to return to scouring the yard for some crack in the bricks, or tunnel hidden in the long dead fauna. Minato, meanwhile, hung back to watch her go for a moment longer before he finally decided to finally go defrost from the cold.

And, not too long after he’d left the girl, Ryoji poked his head into the living room, where the sacrifice had settled with a grilled cheese and a cup of hot cocoa. “Hey there, funeral lily, where’s Yukari?” he asked. His hair damp and hanging in his face, and somehow, his soft face and vibrant eyes were even prettier than before. “Oh, uh, she might still be outside.” Minato hummed, blinking a bit to bring his focus back to the conversation. Not the mental image of the man naked in the shower, rubbing soap over his soft body beneath the warm water- “Minato? You still with us, space cadet?” Ryoji hummed, suddenly leaning on the back of the velvety couch instead of the doorway. Bringing with him a cloud of sweet florals and honey from his soaps, and a casual smile. As if his suspenders weren't hanging from his pants, his button-up wasn’t open, and the shaggy-haired man wasn’t replaying their time together in his head. I need to jump this bastard again.

But, for now, he shoved those thoughts away. “Why wouldn’t I be?” the sacrifice asked instead. Doing his best to be as casual as he could be while an alluring mix of honey and flowers seemed to aim to seduce all the conflicted emotions it could out of him. His companion, meanwhile, only shrugged, “You looked a little spaced out is all, anyways! Did you bury Yukari alive?” He asked, only for his smile to drop when Minato shook his head, “Wait. So, she’s outside alone?! Fuck!”

And, before the midnight-haired man could explain any further, or suggest a second bath, with him included this time, the brunette was out of the room. Leaving him in a rolling boil of lewd thoughts and those usual barbed questions that always came up. Which, Minato took as his sign to move his grilled cheese and hot chocolate up to his room. Where, for the rest of the day, he stayed. A choice he soon thanked himself for when he heard Yukari and Ryoji fight from the top of the gothic home’s stairs. So, instead of getting tangled up in that, Minato made a beeline for his room and just sat in bed and watched TV once more.

Not that there’s much else to do around here. He mused when the daylight shifted from the sunny glow of afternoon to the warmer gold hues of later hours. A fitting transition. As, like the darkening sunbeams, his thoughts began to drift into darker hues. Maybe Yukari’s got a point...can I live like this? Spending my days watching TV and sitting inside all the time? Ryoji’s fun to sleep with, but the best-case scenario for me is that he is just a god’s assistant. Should I be okay with living on a leash until the day I die?

It wasn’t a fun train of thought to chew on. It was bitter and dug into the roof of the sacrifice’s mouth like a goathead. Not helped by the mixture of guilt and disgust it dredged up from the depths of his ignored feelings. Is this all it takes for me to submit to living in a dress? Captive for a stranger god? A nice house and a pretty captor? What the hell am I? The dumb protagonist of a paranormal romance story? Yet, at the same time that those thoughts had been dug up, other sour thoughts leaked out of their jars. Images of what memories he had of his parents, the crash, the family, and the institutes he bounced between. The dirty looks of others in town, the whispers, the avoidance. They joined in on the skeleton dance in his head.

With a firm shake of his head, Minato tried to disperse the horrible memories and the slurry of emotions they brought with them. Only for them to creep back in like the tide over the sand. Shit. Arisato, stop it. Think of something else. Think of fucking Ryoji again! He ordered in an attempt to distract himself as his fingers tangled in his shaggy hair and he pressed his palms into his eyes to try to force the tears that welled up in his eyes away.

But, a knock at his door interrupted his impending breakdown, soon followed by Ryoji’s voice. “Mina? You decent?” “Uh, give me a moment.” He called back, quick to try and wipe away any sign of emotions before he got up to let his companion into the room. “Hello again,” He chirped as he came in. The smile on his face that of a dog excited for a walk, which, almost awoke a pang of bitter jealousy in the male sacrifice. After all, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt more than a blip of joy. Yet, even then, it was never as strong as the excitement that glowed in Ryoji’s eyes.

Yet, Minato stomped that feeling down with the rest. “Sorry if I’m interrupting, but the sun’s going down, so I wanted to pop in and make sure you’ve eaten, taken your medicine, y'know. All that. Also! Explain that, because you’ve been here so long, I got permission from Thanatos to leave you untied in here! Of course, your room will still be locked, just to be sure, but you’ll have free reign of the room!” The brunette hummed, a sunny smile on his face as he hopped back to his feet. “Of course, if you try to take advantage of this, I will find out, and I will come back to catch you and tie you to the bed.” “You don’t have to threaten me to tie me up, Ryoji.” Minato snorted. The bark of laughter he got for his blunt flirtation a lovely sound after his earlier thoughts. “Behave yourself, Funeral lily. I’m too busy tonight to play.” The brunette scolded with a laugh as he headed for the door. And, while the midnight-haired sacrifice gave a light-hearted boo, he let the man shut and locked the door for the night.

With the door locked, and no plans to go a second round with Jack Frost, Minato kept to his word. He crawled into bed as the evening darkened outside to try and sleep the encroaching night away. Which, wasn’t a hard task under his plush, crimson comforter in such a comfortable bed.

So, before he knew it, he was jolting awake to the sound of a distant crash. Either downstairs, or in Ryoji’s bedroom. I guess Ryoji’s back. He thought as he buried his face in his pillow, That, or Yukari’s throwing a fit. Either way, the man curled up under his comforter and tried to let the infomercials lull him back to sleep.

But, when he heard his doorknob start to shake, he shot straight up in bed. His senses were immediately on high alert as he sat up in bed and scanned the dark room for an explanation. His heart thundering in his ears and time felt sluggish and thick. Yet, at the same time, those attempts to open his door continued.

Upon that second rattle of the nob, Minato’s body finally kicked into gear. Throwing his blanket off of himself to get to his feet. His storm-grey eyes widening at the light clicks of his door’s lock undoing. Whatever time Minato had to hide, was dwindling.

So, thinking quickly, the sacrifice squirmed beneath his bed. Oh god, this is so stupid. This is such a cliché hiding spot! He chided himself, yet, before he had any chance to bolt for the balcony doors, his bedroom door unlocked. And, from beneath the bed, Minato could do little else but try to keep his breathing quiet and watch as not only Yukari’s shoes, but those of strangers came into his room. Four pairs in total, plus Yukari. “Are you sure there’s another sacrifice here?” A man asked, only to get a hiss as one of his companions likely spotted the disheveled bed. “Oh, shit.” he breathed, before he spoke in a louder voice, “Hey, miss! Don’t hide, it’s okay.” “Minato’s a guy,” Yukari provided as she opened the balcony doors to look down to the distant trees and brush. “A guy? I thought women were the only ones sacrificed from your town.” He said back, and, some dark part of Minato wanted to snort at that assumption. But, he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut and only watched the feet shuffle around his room. One of the people checking in his bathroom, someone heading out to check other rooms. As well as another checking within his dresser, as if Minato could squish into the drawers.

Maybe checking under the bed is so cliché this’ll work? The hopeful part of the male sacrifice suggested in the back of his mind. Yet, as if that thought had given him away, a pair of shoes came over to the side of his bed to pat the bundled-up blankets before a face appeared to the side of Minato to look under the bed. “Oh! I found him!” He called, while the midnight-haired sacrifice wiggled away from him. “Hey, wait! We’re here to help you! You don’t need to be afraid!” The hat-wearing man said, grabbing his ankle to tug him back before the sacrifice swat at him. “No! Fuck off!” Minato snarled while Yukari huffed, “Look, he likes it here, can we leave him? Before the keeper comes back?” scolded by a gruffer man, “Of course not. If he’s got Stockholm syndrome, then he especially needs our help.” which, got another huff.

While they discussed what to do, though, Minato took stock of his new situation. Under his bed, surrounded by Yukari at the foot, a wall behind him, and two strangers on either side of it. God I should’ve jumped off of the balcony. A broken ankle would be better than this. Should I try to bolt for the balcony while they’re talking?

Yet, before he could decide, the man who’d grabbed his foot and injected something into him. “The hell was that?! What did you do?!” Minato snapped, but the tall man only sat by the side of the bed with the others. They had cornered Minato under the bed. Likely drugged. “Ryoi?! Ryoji!” Minato called, squishing himself to the wall, “Who’s Ryoji?” the first voice asked, and while Yukari explained, Minato’s mind scrambled for a way out. Only for the drugs to eat his thoughts and energy. Shit...Wait, no...don’t… Before he could even finish the thought, his vision dimmed to black.

request: ryomina with your stalker au, with bottom minato.

prompts: 5,12,13 and somnophilia.

I tried so hard to make this one good. I tried SO hard! I WANT it to be good, but god DAMN have I been tweaking this for days. Between the other asks, art, and trying to get some downtime, I’ve been working on this and honing it. So, I pray it’s good. I hope you enjoy, and man could I use some encouragement for the persona asks. The only content that gets liked is hxh stuff, but my passion is for persona…

Sorry if that’s a bit whiney, lol. I also just want more traction on my kinktober stuff in general. I think I might be shadow banned for some of these lol.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: dubcon, drugging, stalking, serial killer Ryoji, 2 am writing lol. Somnophilia attempts. It’s at least lightly there, breeding kink is also at last implied, pet play, orgasm delay, it’s a p pervy mix!

Three years ago, at 10 pm on a Saturday night Minato Arisato would’ve been out drinking and flirting with any possible man who gave him attention. Prowling bars with his friends for any boost of serotonin or Dopamine he could get. 

However, that was in the era of his life before he had an unhinged, lovesick serial killer stalking him. 

So, instead of going clubbing on a Saturday, Minato was watching the clock tick down with a cup of coffee and some cheesy, garish game show to keep him up. Only two or three more hours. If I don’t get a lily by midnight, I’m free. He told himself. Tearing his tired eyes from the TV to peek out his living room window in hopes of seeing a familiar figure approaching his home in the yellow light of the street lights. Only a few more hours.

That’s what he reminded himself, anyway. Mostly to block out the nagging truth that one missed ‘anniversary’ didn’t promise freedom. He just had to keep up hope…

And piss. Minato had to piss like a motherfucker.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to bite that bullet. Putting down his coffee and making a swift beeline for the bathroom, the blue-haired emo tried to be quick so as to lessen the opening that lightning-fast bastard needed to get into his home. All the time he was away, keeping his senses on high alert for any sign of windows or door opening, floor boards squeaking, or any other minute sign of a change in his tiny home. Yet, when he finally returned to his couch, he found no signs of change.

No knife-wielding brunette lounging with a bag of chips, no love notes, no flowers waiting in a ribbon-tied bouquet on his wobbly coffee table. He could breathe a sigh of relief.

So, Minato happily flopped back onto the aged, squishy cushions of his second-hand couch. Stretching out and checking the time as his game show ended. 

10:55. Five more minutes, and it’ll only be two more hours. He told himself. Throwing his legs back off of the couch to go peer out of his peep hole for any sign of the serial killer, or gifts on his porch. Nothing. Two more hours.

So, downing the remainder of his coffee, Minato let out a slow breath and settled back down on the couch to wait out that remaining window with obnoxiously high energy shows. Focusing in on the bright colors and hyper visuals, Minato tried to put the time out of his mind. Keeping his hearing keen for any suspicious sounds, and...progressively drifting to the left.

Before he knew it, his eyes were struggling to stay on the screen, and the words of the characters were almost nonsensical.

Through that heavy fog of sleep, though, Minato felt something warm glide over his thigh. The first of many sensations to slowly trickle back in and pull him out of the claws of slumber. The presence of...someone, between his legs on the couch, hips pressed to his, and the garbled, nonsensical whispers of affection calling his consciousness back to the surface as equally as it stirred up a breath-taking bonfire under his pale skin. The fact that said someone was Ryoji Mochizuki, was the last thing to register.

Ryoji...Mochizuki. Minato’s serial killer stalker. The man who thought breaking into his house and almost murdering his parents passed as a date...

In a heartbeat, Minato’s grey eyes flew open. Fuelled by nothing but confusion and a groggy bolt of panic, the groggy man tried to see or push the person nibbling at his throat away. It was almost dizzying. Disoriented from waking up in a pitch-black living room and the chill of the AC’s cold air on legs he was certain were clothed when he’d passed out, Minato grunted. He groped around at the warm form above him until he could finally shove at Ryoji’s chest with a more coordinated intention to try and get that cursed, skillful mouth away from his throat. 

However, all the brunette did in response to that was to capture one of his wrists to pin it against the arm of the couch with the hand that wasn’t leaving an overwhelmingly hot trail from Minato’s knee to the front of his pubic area. Making the emo’s stomach flutter with a thrill he’d not felt for a year. “S-stop…” He tried, regardless of the bubbling stew of lust and carnal pleasure while attempting to blink away the groggy sluggishness and siren song of neglected needs. Letting himself grip Ryoji’s button-up shirt while the killer took a break from his siege of kisses to hum into Minato’s throat, the vibrations seeming to resonate throughout the blue-haired man’s bones. “Well, good morning, funeral lily~ Happy anniversary~” nipping the man’s sweet spot to pull out a small moan. “You’re so cute when you sleep, hope you don’t mind me jumping the gun a bit,” he added, nibbling and kissing a trail along his throat until the emo squirmed and vaguely tried to kick at him.  “Stop...wait…” He tried again, only for the brunette to sit up and lift his leg to his shoulder, making the sleepy man grunt slightly. “What the...Ryoji, don’t-” His mumble got cut off when the man leaned back down to kiss him. Drinking down the wheeze given at the shaggy-haired man being folded, before pulling away to smile warmly down at him as he let go of his captive wrist to cup his face. 

        “Relax, handsome, I just want to make you feel good. Just let those sedatives work their magic, and go back to sleep, okay?” He purred, I guess that confirms that...

On top of that, Ryoji already had an annoyingly melodious voice that stuck in Minato’s head, but the soothing warmth of the man’s gentle touches and kisses to his inner thigh, plus the haze of lust and drowsiness all worked together to make the words that would’ve normally dumped a bucket of ice water on Minato, captivating. God, but I’d listen to him read the phone buck...book…

With that slurred thought, the emo was finally drug back into the sweet embrace of a doze. Not that he properly slept, though, it was more like he was merely kept in some sort of limbo. 

Trapped in a state of unfocused consciousness that heightened each brush of Ryoji’s lips over his pale skin, or caress of his fingers down Minato’s belly, over his twitching, eager cock to a nearly unbearable level. Moans falling from the blue-haired man like water from a cracked bucket when the delicious feeling of the killer’s warm tongue pushing into his ass registered through the fog. Almost too warm to tolerate as it worked its way into him, but each thrust of the wet muscle still made Minato’s belly flutter and his breaths race.

Wait, when did he move though? A more sensible voice asked, the only voice of logic in the storm of bliss and drowsy thoughts. “R-ryoji!” he gasped, that inkling of confusion drowned out by a sudden onslaught of dizzying excitement crashing through the barrier of sedated relaxation. Rocking Minato’s entire body with the breathtaking flurry of keep going! Hurry! More! while a hand blindly reaching down to tangle into his stalker’s pushed-back hair. Arching his back and pushing himself against the stalker’s tongue when the man moaned into him and sent an earthquake of nearly blinding bliss up into the emo.

However, as much as Minato ground his hips into Ryoji’s mouth, the taller man detangled his fingers to sit back up, taking Minato’s knees onto his shoulders. Catching the emo’s hand when it didn’t follow the same way and kissing his knuckles.  “Not so fast, funeral lily. Let me enjoy my toy a bit longer.” He hummed, his husky voice making the groggy man shudder and twitch. Too aware of his ass on Ryoji’s strong thighs and the brunette’s impressive dick settled against him, instead of inside of him. It was frustrating. “I...wanna get off…” was his only coherent mumble in response. His grey eyes struggling to stay open to watch the man smile sweetly.         “Don’t I always get you off? I’d never dream of leaving my funeral lily needy.” He promised, letting Minato’s hand go to stroke the man’s erection as he continued in a lower, darker purr, “If I did that, you might go to someone else for relief, and we both know how I feel about sharing~” 

Almost a dare. An invitation for Minato to even try to hook up with someone a second time. Yet, with the restless buzz that zipped over his skin, and the bolts of pleasure sent through him with each slow, teasing stroke of the man’s hand, Minato didn’t spit back the usual venom, he just tried to see the serial killer’s soft, contrastingly friendly body that hid a scary strength under an average amount of pudge.

After all, he was a predator. So, like his voice, Ryoji Mochizuki’s physique was annoyingly appealing. With a round face, bright blue eyes that twinkled like demented sapphires, and dark brown hair he usually wore pushed back, but was now allowed to droop into his face from the blue-haired emo’s grip. If it hadn’t been for his ‘hobby’, Minato would have jumped him on sight after their first meeting..

But, Ryoji Mochizuki was still a serial killer. He got a senseless thrill out of the fear of killing unsuspecting bar goers who just so happened to meet him. He was dangerous, unhinged, and obsessed with Minato over...something he couldn’t be bothered to contemplate. So, instead of being a friend with benefits, the pretty man was Minato’s stalker. His personal amoral, possessive monster that even in his sleepy state, should disgust the shaggy-haired emo.

Yet, the only thing Minato felt was the tingle of taboo excitement and need. A need that worsened when Ryoji let go of his member to slip his hand lower and dip a finger into his hole.  “Damn, good thing I brought lube.” He mumbled, just before the drugged man returned into the relaxing in-between state. Giving into the floaty bliss of near unconsciousness to let the buzz of pleasure sink deeper.

All morality and reality forgotten in the dreamy pleasure of letting Ryoji kiss his thighs and work lubricant into his hole with skilled fingers that coiled the blue-haired man’s stomach into knots, but never let those painful knots come undone. 

No matter his whines, moans, or slightly slurred pleas, the brunette kept him just at the edge of that tantalizing euphoria. Taking breaks now and then to bring him back to earth and into the sway of sleepiness, but always returning to stroking his cock or thrusting one or two fingers into Minato’s ass. Even when the serial killer finally progressed the torment to slipping his cock into him, Minato was kept from that relief with slow thrusts and tender murmurs of,  “-so tight-” “I wish I could put a baby-” “-All mine. My funeral lily.” “No one else’s...all mine-” that only sometimes came into focus through the swirling storm of pleasure and sleep. Outside of that, Ryoji’s words were a garbled, unintelligible mess of noises that Minato struggled to even register hearing while his body jolted with each deep thrust into him.

What the hell is wrong with me? That sensible voice asked while the blue-haired man arched his back when the head of his stalker’s dick brushed that special spot within the blue-haired man, This shouldn’t be...hot. He tried to remind himself, but each growl of possessive ownership took his breath away regardless of that logic..

Their ‘relationship’ held no power here. All that mattered was the delicious sensation of being filled. Having another person’s skin finally slapping against his, and the desire Ryoji held for him was all that Minato could focus on.

Whether or not that desire was healthy didn’t matter either. The blood on the brunette’s hands didn’t matter. Hell, he could’ve been Satan himself, and so long as he stuck to that faster pace he began to set, Minato still would’ve whined like a whore with how each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through every fiber of his being.

He would’ve tried to coordinate his legs to wrap around Ryoji’s hips if he could’ve, but the serial killer still had his knees captive on his shoulders so he could thrust deeper.

      “Ryoji…” Minato wheezed, one of his hands clawing into the arm of the couch behind his head, and the other blindly feeling in the darkness until he found Ryoji’s hand to hold.  “Calm down,” The brunette purred, the dark edge of sadistic pleasure in his sweet words coiling around the emo’s throat like a cobra. The thrill of danger, and the thorough thrusts that almost drove the man into the couch inflating a bubble in his belly. The unfocused limbo of being half awake while being flooded with pleasurable friction only seeming to worsen the building pressure in his body. “Can’t. I’m-I’m gonna-!” As if the mere movement that speaking required was the final blow, that bubble burst. Washing away whatever remained of Minato’s drug-addled thoughts in a tsunami of white-hot bliss so strong, that it left him dazed, panting, and disoriented with a buzzing drowning Ryoji out.

When Minato came back to the situation, he could finally focus just enough to take in the pool of warmth deep in his belly, and the lovesick glint in those pools of moon-drenched blue that Ryoji looked down at him with.  “You’re so pretty, funeral lily.~” He hummed, gently putting Minato’s legs back down so he could freely lean down and kiss the emo’s lips with the tenderness of a loving soulmate until Minato fully gave in to the sedatives. Content with a belly full of cum and angelic kisses.

Part 8

Oh. My. God. This part alone took SO LONG to rewrite!! I've taken a 5,982 part, to 6,085 words, and I am hoping that is from better descriptions and emotional focus rather than bloat lol. Other than that, I can't exactly say if Yukari is a good portrayal, in or out of character, but I tried.

CW: slight groping, more blueballing lol

Previous part: here

Next part: here

TOC: here

After that conversation, both men tried to keep to their words. Starting with Ryoji warming back up to the sacrifice, and Minato doing his best to not be as cold as he had been. Even when the brunette gave him his abandoned anti-depressants, a sketchy, yet caring act to attempt and help his mental state, or tried, and failed, to get him clothes that were more than his white dress the man bit back any urges to shove Ryoji away. He may have bristled still. But, he refrained from belittling the too big or too small clothes his roommate had gotten him. He simply kept in mind that, as a sacrifice to the god of death, Minato was banned from being taken shopping.

Yet, even with his best reasoning or choking down his venom, the transition was not swift nor easy. And in the months between one icy season to the next year's bout of chill, Minato could only try his best. Though, even then he couldn't help but feel an ever-present mix of melancholy and dread in his chest. After all, the return of his medication curbed his loss of motivation and days spent watching television in bed, but they did little to make letting Ryoji closer any easier.

At this point, I doubt I'll get taken by Thanatos. He was musing one cooling late spring evening. Sitting out in the garden of dead rows and clusters of flower bushes as the setting sun painted the sky beautiful rose gold hues. Though, I mean, did I actually expect to leave? With how attached Ryoji seems to be? At that, he glanced at the suspender-clad brunette sitting beside him. Both, meaning Minato got not only his own part, but the majority of ryoji's as well, eating a dinner of over-seasoned fried chicken in the beautiful light of the setting sun. But, while the man seemed content in the scene, Minato found himself less settled. Does that mean I should just bite the bullet? Open up about everything? He asked himself. The idea making a bit of sense, since he'd be likely staying with the man for the foreseeable future, so might as well, right?

Though, he didn't need to debate what topic to bring up, because Ryoji paused his meal to ask,         "Hey, Mina. Would it be too invasive if I asked you if you missed your hometown?" Which, got the man to think about it before he shook his head,       "I mean, I know it's a bit wrong, but not really." He admitted, looking up to the sky as it darkened into night. "Though, i guess I'm biased since I got tossed out as a sacrifice."         "Ah, yeah, I guess the system for sacrifices isn't particularly fair." Ryoji agreed, putting his plate aside "But, this place isn't bad, is it? I mean, y'know, circumstances considered." Minato shrugged at that,       "Considering I expected to be dead or violently assaulted by now. This place is pretty nice. Especially since I lived in a tiny, nasty apartment before I was thrown to the wolves."

The brunette smiled at that, hooking his thumbs under his suspenders proudly, earning a chuckle from the sacrifice. But, after his moment of preening, Ryoji settled back into their comfortable silence. Leaning back in the porch chair he sat in, watching the stars with Minato and listening to the occasional chirp of the bravest crickets coming out of hiding.           "Hey Ryoji, since you asked me a question, can i ask you one?"         "Sure," the assistant hummed, the shaggy-haired emo looking over to him as he asked,         "Why are there no crickets here? I think even when I was running in the woods things went silent when you got near, so...what the hell is that about?" Ryoji kept his eyes on the star-littered sky as he spoke with a shrug of his own.         "I can tell you the silence here is from Thanatos coming around. Most living things don't particularly enjoy the Grim Reaper's presence. As for the woods thing..." He paused to think back, "I heard animals when I was looking for you. Maybe you missed them in your panic." And the man conceded to that. In his frantic race to try and get away, he had missed a glaring tree root, he could have very well missed the sounds of whatever winter fauna was there. So, he accepted the answer and stretched.

After that, though, Ryoji made it a game. Taking turns with the midnight-haired sacrifice asking questions.         "So, what's it like preparing for...your job." Minato asked, Ryoji humming,           "Oh, about as average as any other child being groomed by a predator." They both laughed a bit at that before Ryoji turned serious. "No, but really. It wasn't that bad. I had every chance to back out, I had two siblings who could've done it, and I wasn't shown any traumatizing thing to 'prepare me' or whatever you might assume. The worst part was finding a way to off myself when it was time to take up the mantle."

The sheer nonchalance in his words made the sacrifice blink at the god's assistant. Who only looked back at him for a long, silent moment before he cracked. The pudgy brunette cackling like a 2-pack-a-day madman and relieving the tension in the air at last.         "Don't joke like that so seriously! You make me look stupid!" Minato snapped, making the assistant laugh harder,         "Why did you think it was true to begin with?!"         "Do you think I got the rundown of sacrifice etiquette like you did?! I don't know what to believe about your fucking life!" He pointed out. Glaring pink-faced at the brunette as he wheezed and howled with twisted mirth until he got his breath back.         "Did you think you nailed a corpse?" Was his first question, his voice too full of hope to appease the emo's pride.

Expectedly, the two let the chilled air mellow back out before picking the game back up while watching the stars.         "Do you think your parents miss you, at least?" Was Ryoji's follow-up question. Instantly stirring up a sick sense of anxiety from the blue-haired man. A potent enough discomfort, that Ryoji said nothing when Minato instead countered with,     "It's getting pretty late into December this year. Are you gonna pick up a sacrifice like last year?"       "Nah," The brunette hummed, "Thanatos usually brings them. Though, I have been 'on call'" he said with air quotes, "in case the sacrifice brought needs anything. Kinda like I did with you, but usually it's less hypothermic threats, and more explaining and soothing." Minato nodded at that,         "Damn, was my year that bad?" And Ryoji nodded,         "The year you got sacrificed was kind of crazy. Cold, snowy, windy, you couldn't have been sacrificed in a worse year, in my opinion."         "Damn." he repeated. Letting the question game pitter out in favor of admiring the crystal clarity of the starry winter night.

Eventually, they moved inside with their plates. Minato helping Ryoji with the dishes in silence until the brunette asked in a cautious voice,         "Funeral lily, I know you don't want to talk about it too much, but...do you and your parents have a relationship?" Getting another stretch of silence until the man finally answered.         "My parents died in a car crash when I was seven. So...no."

Ryoji nodded and didn't press further. Letting their silence continue through the remaining dinner dishes and migration into the living room to watch television before bed. A regular part of a routine they had developed when it became clear that the sacrifice would not vanish. A pleasant routine, of little more than sitting side-by-side on the gothic couch, or sometimes cuddling, as the TV played some random show.

So, when the taller brunette tugged him into his arms, Minato found that he didn't feel a strong burn crawl across his pale skin. That sense of disgust he grew used to gnawing at him numbed by the familiar warmth of the casual affection.

Instead, Minato simply relaxed and let the god's assistant pull him into a more comfortable position on the velvety, vampiric couch. Melting like hot butter under the persuasion of his full stomach, the rhythmic breathing of his companion, and the way Ryoji lazily rubbed circles into his back. Until his grey eyes could no longer focus on the cooking show playing on the screen and began drifting shut.

All it took was a single blink, and the shaggy-haired man was aware of something draping over him instead of the pleasant weight of someone's arms. Also aware of an abrupt silence in the darkened living room.           "Ryoji?" He mumbled, prying his eyes open to blearily look around in the shadows for his missing pillow. His simple inquiry hardly sounding like a word to himself, yet was decipherable enough to earn him a soothing pet when he lifted his head.         "Shhhhhh, go back to sleep, funeral lily." came the silky smooth murmur of Ryoji's voice. His darker, less energetic, yet warm, voice washing over the sacrifice as he stroked his blue hair. "I'll be right back, promise. I'll only be gone for a moment."

And just like that, it was as if Minato's barely awake mind fell under a spell. Lulled back to sleep until he stirred once more to the watery yellow rays of the sun pouring through the spider web curtains and the scent of food wafting into the room. Pushing himself up, the shaggy-haired man shuffled out of the living room to follow the aroma into the kitchen.

Of course, he found the tall brunette at the stove with the back of his suspenders obscured by his scarf.           "Good morning, funeral lily!" He chirped, looking over his shoulder to smile at the sleep-disheveled man. Showing his usually pushed-back hair falling into his face in some form of messy bedhead. "You sleep well?"           "Uh, yeah. But, why'd you get up last night?" He asked, making the brunette blink a bit,           "Oh, you remember that? I'm sorry, I tried not to wake you up." He said, turning back to his cooking while Minato sat back at the kitchen island, "But! You know how I mentioned being 'on call' in a way? Well, this year's sacrifice was finally brought in. I had to help with her." Minato nodding at that as he sat and played with one of the fake sunflowers set in the middle of the marble countertop.           "Where is she? Do I get to move into your room now?"

There was a pop of grease or stray food bits combusting on the too-hot stove burner. Flicked out of the pan when the brunette jolted at that suggestion. Followed by a pause that Minato could take to read Ryoji's mind through his body language. Seeing the ping pong bounce between lust and confusion. Back and forth while the god's assistant tried to figure out where to take that casual, almost bored question.

When push came to shove, though. He only gave a small, slightly awkward laugh and said,           "Oh, she won't be booting you out of your room or anything. There are plenty of rooms here. Space has never been an issue when it came to the sacrifices unless you count the leftover bodies. They're always a bother to hide." He joked before moving over to serve the omelette he was working on to a plate waiting on the counter. "she's a few doors down from your room, though. But, she shouldn't be too much of a bother, she's kinda reclusive right now." With that assurance, Ryoji gave him the pile of greyed eggs.

So, Minato took the hint and poked his food and let the pink hue fade from the chef's round cheeks. Then, he asked a follow-up  question,           "What if I want to share your room, though?" and stirred the crimson hue back up.           "What?! Why would you want- wait, I know you said you wouldn't be as much of a dick, but don't you- I kind of assumed you didn't like that stuff?" Minato shrugged at that,           "I mean, we've already fu-" The sacrifice got cut off when Ryojji perked up at the sound of a nearby door opening. Dashing around the kitchen island before the blue-haired emo could even  register that the front door had opened and closed.

The last thing he got in the way of explanation was a swift, haphazardly tossed,           "Don't you dare fucking run, again." Before the brunette took off like a greyhound after the fake rabbit.

As fast as a lightning strike, their conversation cut off and Minato was left sitting at the kitchen island with his over-seasoned omelette.

We should run again. While he's distracted and the snow is light. A voice whispered, that familiar itch of fear finally rearing its head for the first time in months. Not some sense of dread for his mortality, though. But the more familiar tendril of ick he often got from any of his past partners getting too touchy-feely. But, the sacrifice shook his head to chase that thought away. No, no. I have it made here. No rent, no bills, this is an absolute haven. If I run, I'll start more shit and ruin all of it.

With that, the sacrifice returned his attention to his omelette to wait for Ryoji to return. Inevitably greeted by the front door opening and the feral snarling of a less familiar voice.           "Put me down! I'll fucking kill you!" A woman yowled. Minato peeking out to see a brown-haired woman in a similar snowy dress to the one he wore, and a thick metal cuff on her wrist like he'd had as well. He likely would have recognized her as well, but he didn't exactly try. He only watched Ryoji wrangle her up the staircase to her room.         "Miss, will you please calm down already? I told you last night, you're not allowed to leave. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but that isn't up to me."       "Why not?! Why am I even here?! Sacrificing is out-dated, this is bullshit!" She snarled back, returning the brunette's patience with a familiar hot temper. Only tamped down by the fact she was being carried away from the first sacrifice. So, to continue being nosey, he moved closer to the doorway to catch Ryoji's quieter response,           "Like I told Mina, there are dangerous people out there and they could hurt either of you." Only earning more venom and vitriol.

Which, while Minato couldn't blame her, It was a fair reaction to her predicament, her fit began to grate on the blue-haired man. So, he returned to his seat at the kitchen island while the food he assumed was for her sat, cold, on the counter.

Waiting until Ryoji trudged back into the kitchen to ask in his usual flat voice,         "I take it she's not happy to be here?" to which the brunette only shook his head and sat beside him at the island to lean on his shoulder.       "She's beyond pissed, and I doubt me having to lock her in her room for that stunt helped her mood much."       "Aw, your charms didn't persuade her to stay?" Minato joked, still getting a snort despite his inexpressive voice.       "Not a bit. She's too fresh for that to work, right now. She should calm down by tomorrow, the day after at the most. But, for now, I'm gonna leave her be." Which, made Minato eye him a bit.       "What makes you so confident in that?"       "Most do." the brunette said, sitting back up and shrugging. "It usually takes a day or two before the sacrifices tend to calm down and start seeking comfort." Yet, he did add, "Some don't, though. Some girls stay in their rooms and stay mad I won't let them go." which made the sacrifice chuckle.

And, while it was a weird thing to be so sure of, he proved to be right all the same. By the next day, when the shaggy-haired man came downstairs to find a snack, he instead found that same brunette in a bleached white dress already rummaging through the fridge while being as sneaky as possible. As if she'd face punishment for eating.

And, in a normal situation, a person might clear their throat, or do something loud to alert the unaware person to their presence. Yet, this wasn't a normal situation, so Minato instead went over to the dish cabinet to pull out a bowl. The scrape of porcelain on porcelain finally announced his position in the room. Making her squeak and bristle like a porcupine as she glared at him with frantic, hazel eyes.         "Who the hell are you? I thought that Ryoji dude was the only one here." She about spat, her search for food forgotten at the addition of a new person. Her venom only earning a nonchalant shrug,         "Another sacrifice, if you couldn't tell." He said, showing her the knee-length dress he still wore as a primary outfit.         "Where are you from? I thought only Tatsumi sacrificed people still, and they only do it once a year." She pointed out, trying to poke holes in his claims.           "Same place as you, but I've been here a little under a year now."

As he spoke, he reached past her to grab the jug of milk for his cereal, adding,         "Also, Ryoji makes breakfast when asked, you don't have to sneak." But, she ignored that jab and continued to eye him as he made some froot loops.         "Are you actually a sacrifice?" She asked, "Tatsumi doesn't sacrifice men." Only getting yet another shrug,         "They made an exception for me because I was particularly cute."         "Quit being a prick!" she snapped, standing up from her stealth crouch as if her being near his height would intimidate him. "You're fucking with me, but I'm not stupid! Who the hell are you?!" She demanded, Minato leaning away from the woman when she tried to get into his face.         "Well, you first. What's your name?" He asked in his usual bored monotone, making her huff,         "Yukari Takeba. Now, who the fuck are you."         "Thanatos." He said simply. Tossing the claim out there like it was nothing and enjoying the sparks of fear in her hazel eyes at that. Only for that blip of anxiety to suffocate on instantaneous suspicion.       "Bullshit."       "Then, who am I? You won't believe I'm a sacrifice, if I'm not the god you're here for, who am I then?" Minato snarked, eating his cereal as he kept his cool against the startled girl. Who took a moment to debate that dilemma before asking,       "If...you are a sacrifice, why are you so calm about being here? If you had gotten sacrificed to Thanatos like I was, why aren't you fucking scared?" Yukari accused, amusing him again. Should I tell her? He asked himself, Explain all the shit in my life? Make this worlds more awkward? but he decides against that. Fuck that, she doesn't deserve shit from me.

Instead of answering, he shrugged once again. Taking a petty pleasure in how his nonchalance earned a snarl. But without his answer, and the debate of whether he was a god or another victim, Yukari couldn't exactly bring herself to attack him. Minato could see it in her eyes like a script screen.

So, he left his cereal half eaten on the counter and headed back to the door.         "Where the fuck are you going?! Answer me!" She demanded, quick to try and follow, only to hit the brakes when Ryoji came downstairs. Yet, the male sacrifice didn't stop to chat when the deific assistant asked,         "Did I miss something? Did you two fight already?"       "She has questions for you." Was all he offered on his way back to his cream-toned sanctuary of color and warmth in the gothic home.

I should be helping this girl adjust, not making things worse. Part of him noted when he'd flopped back onto his bed. Set to spend his day napping and watching TVsa. That would be the nice thing to do, at least. Yet, the pettier part of him piped up to argue, Ryoji's here to answer her questions. Plus, if she does fear me as Thanatos, him being the god of death instead would be a pleasant surprise.

And, that's where things stood while the day ticked by. Minato sticking to his plans to stay in bed, using the programming on the small TV he'd gotten and the varying rays of gold pouring in through the balcony doors to guestimate time. At least, until the scent of dinner drifting through the vents alerted him of it being dinner time. Luring him out of bed and back downstairs to find Yukari in a calmer mood. Sitting in his usual spot at the island and Ryoji at the stove, answering the questions the girl asked.         "Thanatos doesn't want his sacrifices harmed by unpredictable or malicious people." He explained as the blue-haired sacrifice strolled into the kitchen to sit on the counter to watch his friend cook. "He wants you guys happy, not miserable and hurt."         "Why, though? What exactly does he even want sacrifices from us? Children?" She asked, adding when she noticed Minato, "A meal? Keep us here until we keel over from old age for some sick amusement?" She countered, the tall man only able to shrug,         "I'm not told what he does with the people brought here. I only know he wants me to keep his sacrifices happy and safe until it's time for you to fertilize the tomatoes." He chuckled. Yukari instinctively looking to her fellow sacrifice for some form of comfort or confirmation. Only to find him giggling along with the helper. Though, Ryoji did assure, "I'm joking, Yukari. I don't know what Thanatos does when he comes to collect his sacrifices, but I haven't ever had to bury anyone here." Not that she seemed to listen, putting her head in her hands for a long moment of silence.

Finally, she began to jolt and shake. Sobbing into her hands until Ryoji left the food on the stove and went to wrap his arms around the girl. Only for her to shove him away and snap,         "Why?! I don't understand any of this! Why would Thanatos want sacrifices? You didn't explain that!" she accused, Minato jumping down from the counter to get into the fight if he needed. Yet, for the time being, he stayed by the counter to let Ryoji handle it. "How could you not know what the fuck Thanatos wants?! You told me on the first night that you were his assistant, so explain yourself!" She demanded, but the brunette could only put his hands up,         "I do as he says, I was always taught not to question too much for the sake of my own mental health. All I know is that sacrifices stay here for about a week, then are usually taken by him to some new place. I'm sorry I can't tell you more." In response to that, though, all Yukari did was shake her head and try to hit the assistant. Using the blows to punctuate her sobbed demand,         "No! No, I want to go home! Let me- take me home, you- you- ARGH!" her smacks and punches weakening as tears coursed down her cheeks. Her anger caving to the gentle soothing and offered comfort. Letting Ryoji pull her into a hug and softly sway her from side to side.

I fucking hate her. A dark voice in Minato's mind hissed at the sight, the sacrifice having to rip his dark eyes from them. A more realistic side piping up to remind him, Wait, no. Even if we're friends, or...whatever. It's still his job to comfort sacrifices. I shouldn't get jealous over that. Adding once he'd taken a deep breath, Besides, she's struggling far more than I did, she deserves a hug. She was probably forced to give up a lot more than I did. I have no room for irrational bullshit.

Yet, right as the thought bubbled up, the stern reminder popped at the sudden tug of Ryoji drawing Minato into a hug. The brunette lowering his head to mumble in a tone so amused that it dyed the man's pale cheeks red in a flash,         "Don't you worry, Mina. My bed is still always open to my funeral lily, if you want it." And while Minato could admit to maybe, slightly warming up to the thought of developing feelings for the brunette. He would go to his grave before he admitted to how much of a balm that reminder was to the sunburn of bitterness. And, despite that openness, that burn still redirected to his groin to distract from the simpler softness.

Spared the familiar discomfort he could feel slithering in when Yukari cleared her throat. Having dried her eyes and recomposed herself at the island of cupboards and marble,         "Y'know, I'm too tired for dinner, so I'll leave that there for now. But, I still have questions, so..." she paused to look between them as the assistant kept his arms around the male sacrifice. "could I come find you later if I need?"         "Of course!" Ryoji chirped, giving her a vibrant smile as the girl got up. Throwing Minato a particularly judgemental look before she pulled the kitchen door closed behind her.

So, Ryoji shrugged and made sure to store a portion of the night's meal in the fridge in case she wanted it later. The rest of it shared between him and the male sacrifice and inevitably ending up given over to Minato. All done in a comfortable silence while the tv played like usual.

After that, Ryoji proved to be accurate in his predictions with the new sacrifice. After those first two days, the girl took to hanging around him or, annoyingly, Minato.

Despite the good insulation in the fancy home, the emo couldn't help but suspect the second sacrifice could hear him in his room. Because, whenever he emerged from hiding to get food or try to flirt with Ryoji, she'd spawn in like a video game enemy.           "Are you dating Ryoji?"           "Are you actually from Tatsumi port?"           "Aren't you scared of Thanatos?"           "Have you tried to escape? If so, how?" Each new sighting brought a new question from her, and Minato usually did his best to answer or redirect her to Ryoji. But when the girl began prying into him and Ryoji, he turned to the one place she seemed to know better than to go. His room.

Naturally, the question of Is this a little too cruel of a response? popped into his head a few times as he began adjusting his routines to avoid his new housemate. But, despite whatever personal growth he may have gained in his time with the god, he was still content with assuring himself, Nope. Ryoji can answer her questions. I'm not getting myself into trouble for aiding and abetting an escape or being judged again. Had enough of that shit in Tatsumi.

Cold, yes. But he allowed himself the limit.

But, he knew he couldn't keep up the cold-shouldering forever. That theory confirmed when, three days into his reclusion, he heard Ryoji give a chipper knock at his door,         "Mina~ Funeral lily~ why are you hiding?" He sang, making the man snort,         "Why are you asking~" He sang back through the door, not bothering to let the man in. Getting a small moment of heavier silence in response before the helper spoke again,         "Well, out of curiosity, and...y'know."

He said the last part in a quieter, heavier tone that conveyed the meaning well enough. Making Minato's belly twist once or twice before he tamped the itch of discomfort back down. I've grown past this. He scolded, taking a moment to ensure he didn't let that compassion sour his progress.         "I'm fine, Ryoji. I'm not trying to hurt myself, I simply don't want to go downstairs these last few days."         "Are you sure? I'd hate to need to wash off  your redecorating." The brunette chuckled, trying for a joke to lighten the mood, which did make Minato snort and roll his eyes,       "I promise, I am in no danger of redecorating the walls in any fashion"         "Then, why are you hiding?" he asked, Minato not responding right away.

So, Ryoji seemed to think for a moment before a more amused tone crept into his voice, "Could it be, you're jealous?~"         "Why would I be jealous?" Was the swift snap he got. Too swift, judging from the giggle the brunette gave from the hall.         "Because Yukari's here. I noticed how annoyed you got when I hugged her, now you're hiding in your room now that she's more comfortable." He pointed out next, and the sacrifice hoped he could feel his annoyance now as well.       "I'm not jealous of her, especially. It's your job, I'm not a child, I can fucking share." He insisted, putting a stop to further teasing with, "Now, good night, Mochizuki."         "Funeral lily, it's noon."         "Goodnight."

So, taking the hint, he heard the deific assistant chuckle and walk away. Leaving him to continue watching his television as he chewed on his thoughts. I'm not jealous of Yukari, right? He asked himself, I can't be, I may be sort of close to Ryoji, but it's his job. I'm more mature than that. He assured himself. Taking a deep breath to exhale the dull ache of vague upset that threatened to bloom into irrational disgust. Not wanting to welcome back those nasty thoughts of chasing the brunette off.

It would get rid of this whole debacle. A dark voice in his head whispered. He's bound to ditch me, may as- No. Minato stomped the train of thought out. No more of that. Ryoji could very well be fucking Death, how is he going to ditch me? Make me immortal to get rid of me? He scolded himself, groaning and flopping an arm over his eyes. Only moving so he could focus back in on the Christmas shows.

Though, at some point, the midnight-haired emo must have fallen asleep. Because, when he blinked awake again, the dark cream walls were cast in a more fiery orange from the setting sun. Not that the sun was the only thing to change. His canopy curtains had also shut, despite having been open when he'd dozed off.       "Ryoji?" He asked, pushing himself up on his hands to try and scan the armchair and dresser for any signs of the assistant. Yet, after a small moment, he shook his head, muttering, "Why am I looking for him like he'd be watching me sleep?" before moving to throw his legs over the side of the mattress. Only to feel something grab one of his ankles.

On instinct, Minato looked down to find an explanation, but only found the familiar, exciting lack of a visible restraint.       "Oh shit, hi Thanatos. Long time no...feel." He said, following the sensation of the large hand with a spark of heat in his belly and hunger in his eyes. Up his pale ankle, calf, and over his thigh until the god could squeeze his hip to earn a small squeak from the sacrifice. Yet, the god didn't move beyond that. Or, to be more precise, his thumb. Despite having said digit pressed to the male offering's already eager groin. As if to maintain a low simmer of desire without turning the heat up.

And, out of curiosity for the deity's lewd plan, he obediently stayed put. With most of his weight on his hands and the second of Thanatos' hands ghosting along his pale skin to rest on his hip too. Stirring up the coals of lust ever so gently while he waited.

Though, thankfully, he wasn't left to suffer. Once the god had him in his spectral hold, his thumb began stroking the growing bulge in the man's boxers. Sending bolts of sizzling need through the midnight-haired man's blood to pull out a low moan with gentle pressure and slow movements.

A technique Thanatos stuck with despite Minato starting to squirm. Taking his time, pressing the pads of his spectral fingers into the soft flesh of Minato's body, kneading out tension he wasn't even aware of. Leaving the shaggy-haired male putty in his hold. only able to moan, gasp, and hum at every spark of delicious warmth stirred within his belly. Not that he was about to try and complain. So long as the deity kept making his blood thrum, he could resist the impatience.

But, right as the blue-haired man laid back on the mattress to let the god spend the approaching night working him up to, what Minato hoped was, a far more thorough orgasm than he could achieve alone. A knock at his door interrupted the moment. Blowing the ghost's touch away like a candle snuffing out in a tornado. Leaving the male sacrifice broiling in unquenched lust for the second time.         "Ryoji Mochizuki, I swear to Jesus-" He snarled. Throwing himself out of bed with no real care for the canopy to stomp over and rip open the door. Completely ready to either bite the assistant's head off or mount him like a hunting trophy. He couldn't decide. Only to find a different brunette at his door.       "Yukari." He shamelessly snapped out, no longer as flat sounding as he usually was. his voice dropping to a darker tone as he glared down the newer sacrifice, who seemed shaken at the wrath. "What the hell do you want at this hour?"

Yet, her shock was brief, soon replaced by her own hostility,         "Why are you so pissy, already? I haven't even seen you for the past three days. I haven't done shit to you." She pointed out, the male sacrifice barring his teeth at her,       "First, it's the middle of the night,"       "It's hardly fucking seven."       "Second, Ryoji's the one who's meant to answer all your questions, not me." He reminded, Yukari almost turning her nose up at him,       "This is a private matter, I don't want to talk to him about it." She argued, but Minato still continued with his next poisonous barb,       "And finally, aren't you supposed to be gone by now?! You've been here, like, four or five days, you should be gone."       "A week is seven days, dumbass! I have two days left!" she snapped back, getting a frosty glare in silence.

Yet, Minato couldn't deny his curiosity, now that the fury of getting blueballed had faded a bit. So, he huffed a bit,       "Fine, what is so secretive that you had to ask me and not Thanatos' assistant?" in response, Yukari eyed him for a few seconds before asking again,       "Have you tried escaping? Or do you at least know Ryoji's habits enough to know of any openings?"

Minato sighed at that, leaning against the doorframe,       "Didn't you already try asking this?"       "Yes, and I've asked if you were dating Ryoji. You answered neither." She reminded, making him roll his eyes.       "Look, I have tried to run, but I failed. You kind of can't escape, Yukari, you got sacrificed to literal fucking death." He pointed out, getting a sour look as if she had grown offended he dared state the obvious flaw. Yet, he couldn't find any joy in watching the hopeful fire in her eyes die down into despair. He turned his storm-grey eyes to the dark hallway tile and let the conversation die out after that. Only breaking the silence to offer, "Look, I'm sorry that you got thrown into this, but you're likely better off staying here. Either Thanatos will take you, or you'll get to stay here like me, and...well, at least the second option isn't that bad?" And, at least she did agree on that.

Wiping her eyes, Yukari took a few deep breaths and finally spoke again,         "So...do you at least know of any openings or weak spots here?" earning a sigh from the man. Shaking his head, Minato stepped back into his room,       "Not exactly. I tried stacking snow to get over the garden wall, but this year's winter isn't as bad as last year's. So, you can't do that. I'm sorry, again." Yet, that time the teary-eyed girl only waved off his sympathies and trudged off back to her own room. Replacing Minato's anger with a twinge of guilt for the night.

part 4

Okay, so the next part is a very heavily, basically remade, chapter, so I'm gonna warn you now that it might be a bit late and a little less polished. Kinda like this chapter is a little rougher than the others, but it's at least not a massive change like the next one lol. I hope you enjoy it regardless tho!

CW: Monsterfucking, groping or heavy petting, another example of my weird streak of blue-balling Ryomina lololol. It's just a spicier chapter tho.

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I should apologize. Was the primary thought running circles through Minato's head as he stood under the cold rainfall and let the shower cool the desire in his blood.

How should I apologize though? Suck his dick? He mused when he finally stepped out to dry off. Continuing to think, Though, maybe sex isn't a good apology. He might not be as much of a whore as I am. While pulling the only article of clothing he had on hand back over his head and padded back to his bed. Only for finding sleep to be far more challenging than it had been that morning.

That same siren call that had almost been inescapable the past few days had left him without even a note to remember it by. Leaving the shaggy-haired sacrifice to simmer in the lingering flames of his desire. With only the conspiratorial whispers of, How big is he, though? Ryoji seems like he'd be pretty well hung. Would he bottom if we fucked? Would we cuddle after? to keep him company until he redirected himself away from those topics.

      "I need to stop this shit." He muttered, the sound of his voice seeming to silence his thoughts while he lay with his arm over his eyes. "I only have, like, four days here before I'm completely at Thanatos' mercy. I can't afford to go wading into someone else's sexual awakening. I need to..." His voice petered out before he could even finish thinking the words.

Need to what? What is there for me to need? My casket? He asked himself, his voice falling as silent as the thoughts in his head at the question. Would it be bad to stay here? I don't suppose it's exactly normal to let a god whisk you off to wherever he pleases. He mused, even though the rational point didn't seem to penetrate deeper than the surface. Even with the risk of that unknown place being his death, the anxiety it stirred up was little more than the flicker of a faulty lighter in his gut.

The more uncomfortable thoughts came instead from his earlier musings. The god of death apparently wants me happy. That's what Ryoji said, and if that's true then whatever comes after this place isn't bad. A fair point. But, sticking around here would mean Ryoji would be hovering around more. A far more melancholy point, torn between disgusting the sacrifice and...comforting? Exciting him? He couldn't tell. Either way it leaned though, the feeling was further enhanced by the stone dropped next. What other options do I have?

And it just sat there in his gut. A heavy, souring thought that extinguished whatever weak sparks that broken lighter could ignite in him. Where else could Minato go? For the last eight years of his childhood, he'd had his extended family to house him, but the thought of returning to that town was too big of a deterrent for even his kindest relatives' mercies to soothe. Where did that leave him? The option to stay put until he was likely sent into the afterlife, or homeless, jobless, and lost in a new place. So, by that reality, he would be stupid to go running off.

So, Minato sighed, pressing his arm into his eyes as if that could quiet the debate. Ryoji's not even that big of an issue. He told himself, It's his job to keep me here and to keep me happy. He feels nothing for me, I feel nothing for him, and it can stay like that. And, with a decisive turn onto his side, the boy put the topic to bed. He'd stay and see how things play out.

Minato only realized he'd fallen asleep when he felt someone's hand ghost over his hip. The odd feeling fishing him out of the dreamless dark and back into a hazy, silver-lit version of his room.

Yet, as the sacrifice woke up, he could recognize that haze as his bed's curtains drawn closed, and the silver glow of his room due to the gentle light of the moon taking the place of the sun's.

        "Ryoji?..." He mumbled into the empty air. Looking around for the god's assistant in the assumption that he'd taken him up on his earlier offer. Only to find that his night-drenched room was empty outside of himself. Not even a figure in the bed beside him to explain the sensation.

So, chocking it up to something he'd dreamt up, Minato laid back down and tried to go back to sleep. Only for his eyes to fly open at the vivid feeling of someone's hand skimming over his ankle and up his leg. Going until it slid beneath the edge of his skirt to stop at his hip.

      "Thanatos?" He tried, doing his best to look down at the foot of the bed without moving too much. But, that didn't matter because all he found was empty darkness at his feet.

Yet, the lack of an explanation didn't erase the lingering warmth of a spectral hand on his hip. Something was definitely in the bed with him.

        "Thanatos, is that you or not?" He asked, doing his best to push through the haze of exhilaration to try and be firm. But, the only answer he got was a hand stroking his cheek before gently moving the sacrifice onto his back.

Shouldn't I be concerned about this? Minato asked himself. Looking up at the roof as he let the assumed god's invisible fingers explore his body. The gentle touches to his thighs and hips stirring up those sparks he'd tamped out earlier. No. This is okay. He told himself, letting out a shakey breath as he thought.

Relaxing into the deity's touch, Minato closed his eyes and tried to track Thanatos' hands on his skin. Moving as if his plain dress wasn't there. Following them down his thighs to his knees, only to trail their way back up to his hips. Where they toyed with the waistband of his boxers, but didn't remove the annoying barrier. Instead, the nimble fingers of the god only dipped beneath the elastic. the gentle sting of his claws against Minato's skin making the sacrifice shudder before Thanatos moved on to skimming over the man's abdominals and up his ribs. Deliberate and slow in their movements.

Would it be rude to snap at a god to hurry up? Minato mused as he simmered in the gently building soup of need and thrill. If it's not Ryoji, then probably. As a sacrifice, I guess I'm expected to be submissive in this situation. The thought blurred by the bolt of heat that shot through Minato's core. A heat sent off by the simple feeling of tentative fingers gliding over his erection. If this IS Ryoji though, snapping at him would likely scare him off again. Either way, it's best to keep my mouth shut. He finished. The logic more than rushed under the desperation that single touch stirred up. Yet, a lot of reasoning was shoved aside in favor of trapping Thanatos' hand against his erection.

Yet, much to Minato's disappointment, Thanatos' warm touches were quick to fade. Stranding the sacrifice in a wildfire of needs despite the aggressive consent he was giving.

       "Oh fuck you!" He snarled into the empty shadows. His grey eyes opening to glare around in the darkness, but his only answer was a whisper of laughter that only stoked that frustration higher.

So, partly out of spite, and partly out of some urge to lure his god back, the sacrifice sighed and slid his own hand beneath his skirt to give himself that last push of friction and heat. Even if the flood of euphoria did little to scratch the deeper itch.

Jesus, has it actually been that long since I've gotten off? Minato asked, lifting his hand to look at the mess of warm goo that had splattered onto him before getting up to wash. God it has. He realized I can't remember the last time I willingly socialized with someone, so it's been a hot while since I've screwed someone. Which, stoked the embers of irritation in his gut.

With the heat of lust mixing with irritation beneath his skin, sleep was a futile pursuit. So, the midnight-haired man instead went downstairs to the kitchen. Standing before the stove like a zombie, watching his sandwich cook by the time he heard Ryoji sit at the island.

        "So, uh...have you slept at all?" He asked, Minato not needing to see the pink hue on the man's cheeks to hear the awkwardness in his words.       "Thanatos is a fucking prick."

Silence. Nothing but the sizzle of Minato's sandwich in the pan between them.

      "Uh, out of curiosity, how is Thanatos a prick? Because you're not allowed to go outside without me?" The brunette finally asked, breaking the silence while the sacrifice flipped his sandwich.

      "No, not for that. It's just that..." He sighed, mulling over how to phrase it to not make Ryoji squirm. "If I'm supposed to be his spouse and not you, Thanatos is an asshole." And Ryoji cackled at that. The sound making the shaggy-haired male jump with how sudden and ugly it was.

       "The god of death is an asshole spouse? H-how?" The brunette asked, biting back more giggles before his mirth abruptly dropped. "Oh god, is he abusive? If he is, I am so fucking sorry for laughing..."

       "If you thought he was abusive, why did you laugh?" Minato asked, looking over his shoulder at the brunette with a raised eyebrow and a dry voice. Seeing the way Ryoji wilted,

      "I'm sorry, that was rude. I thought of a joke that I was laughing at before the abuse thought came up, y'know? Does that make sense?" And Minato sighed, turning back to plate his food.

       "You're fine, Ryoji. And no, Thanatos hasn't abused me."

With that, Minato moved to sit at the island across from Ryoji. Neither acknowledging the elephant in the room while the boy ate and the brunette studied the dark marble of the countertop.

       "so, uh, there any constructive criticism you want me to pass on? Because, as his helper, I have that power." He offered to break the silence once more, which made the man snort.

      "You're a pussy and you need to fuck me or not. Enough of the touch-and-go shit." Minato told him bluntly. Biting into his sandwich as he watched Ryoji blink at him.

      "Hold on, I'm lost. Are you generally calling me a pussy, or are you implying I'm somehow Thanatos, and thus an asshole of a husband to you?" He finally asked, giving a breath of a laugh that he caught before it could escalate.

      "Both."

      "Both?! First, I'm not going to apologize for not knowing how to go about having sex with a man." The assistant began, making Minato snort, "Second, if I was Thanatos, why would I pretend to be a normal ass person? You'd be unable to stop whatever I do, I'd have zero reason to lie to you."

      "I mean, it being a part of some sick game is the explanation I've been going with. And also, gay sex is worlds easier than hetero sex, so what's confusing there?" Ryoji let his head hang back. Staring at the ceiling while letting Minato's counter sink in. All while the blue-haired emo chomped through his sandwich to hide his grin.

       "Funeral lily," Ryoji finally sighed. Lowering his gaze to look at the man as he continued, "If I told you, right now, that I was Thanatos, what would you even do? Be honest." Minato shrugged at the question,       "I've called you a pussy to your face. I don't fear death." Adding, "Also, you aren't exactly an intimidating figure, so forgive me for not cowering."       "First, ow. Second, how the hell do you not fear death? Everything fears dying! Hell, even I fear death and I'm his assistant!" Again, all Minato did was shrug. Opting out of explaining his sordid past in favor of explaining,       "I just don't." As if that was a satisfying answer. So, Ryoji changed the topic.       "Why do you think you're meant to be his spouse, anyway? Not that I would blame him for taking you as a bride, but the risk of necrophilia would be a bit of a turn-off for you. Or, at least, I'd hope." And while the attempt at a joke made Minato's eyes roll, he did at least explain that time.        "I mean, what other reasons would a god take a sacrifice for? if I was dinner, I'd be eaten already, and he has you for a dog. So, if I'm not here to play 'wife', why am I here?"        "Garden fertilizer."        "It's fucking winter, you dumbass." Regardless of his snap, Ryoji still giggled.

Though, when he finally got his dark amusement under control, he was back to his questions.        "What even brought this on? Like, you cooking at 4 am and declaring Thanatos an asshole, not the sacrifice stuff." He asked, and once again, Minato had to think of whether Ryoji would get uncomfortable if he told him the entire truth. He deserves to be fucked with. As payment for making me laugh, the bastard. So, he answered with,          "Thanatos paid me a visit." Vague enough to bring an annoyed glint to those pools of blue. Good.          "Oh, that's rather new. He usually doesn't come to see the sacrifices until he collects them." Was Ryoji's counter. As if he knew that would stir up disgusting butterflies and a zip of childish 'I'm special' excitement. "You must've piqued his interest somehow."

Minato stood up, leaving his sandwich half eaten on the island as he marched out in an almost offended huff. I pique the god of death's interest, fucking great. He internally grumbled, the words stinging him like a cross would a vampire.

Though, the possibility of earning more time to live did do more for the shaggy-haired sacrifice than turn his stomach. It also chose Minato's course of action in the time it took for him to leave Ryoji's line of sight on his path back to his room. If I'm not taken to whatever afterlife is waiting for me in four days, I'm getting the hell out of here.

ryomina hanakaki au bc they’re doomed or ryomina orgasm denial and ryoji’s a whiny bottom bc they’re silly

Ngl, this sort of au is probably gonna stick w me now lol. I’m not usually one for angst, but I did my best to make this good and painful in that department heheheheheh. Bc while I love Ryomina, no beloved ship of mine can escape a bit of pain lol. I hope you enjoy it tho!

CW: Spoilers for p3! Both implied and outright said! Do not read if you don’t want anything to spoil your playthrough, bc this is set in late-game timing!

Every week day, the SEES’ chosen dormitory would sit still and silent in the late morning hours. And, that day was no different from those ones. Even with a thick layer of clouds to dampen the already weak winter sun, the dormitory sat almost empty. After all, winter break had ended, and classes had started back up. And even as The Fall crept closer and closer, grades couldn’t be allowed to slip too far.

What else would they be doing though? They can’t train their personas before the dark hour, so what does that leave them to do other than go to school? Sit and rot inside? Ryoji thought as he sat against the heavy metal door of the dormitory’s roof. His once lustrous eyes dull as they watched the lint-colored clouds boil and stir above his head. Wouldn’t that be poetic. The brunette thought with bitter amusement, I give Minato a month to decide what to do about me, and then I reap his friends one by one while I wait.

If Ryoji hadn’t felt like the wrong breath would break him, he may have laughed at the morbid thought. Fill the chilly winter air with a sound that wasn’t the depressing gurgle of his breaths or the distant coughs of the only SEES member that occupied the massive dormitory building that day. Minato…

Despite being the harbinger of the fall and thus not human, in the few weeks Ryoji had attended Gekkoukan he’d grown a softness for the asocial wildcard. A soft spot that the many girls and boys who’d taken a shine to him hadn’t managed to achieve. Even with how sweetly they treated him. Which, in the moment, had stirred up twinges of guilt for them after each date. But, now that he’d realized his true identity, that guilt had not only switched targets, but taken root to bloom a bitter flower. After all, how could Ryoji grow to care for a human so fast yet so much, and still look into those smokey eyes and tell him that he’d end the world in a few short months? Yes, Ryoji was never known for compassion and good timing, but confessing to his affection for the wildcard only a few hours before confessing to his deception felt a step too far.

A wheezy cough drifted up from Minato’s dorm room to draw another shakey sigh from the brooding brunette. “What did you expect? To grow old with him?” He muttered darkly to the still chill of the season, his words punctuated by a coughing fit of his own.

But, the fit that tore through his already aching body wasn’t the result of a simple cold. Ryoji Mochizuki was Death, he could streak through Antarctica with nothing more than a shiver, so the flu wasn’t something he had to worry about. Plus, the flu didn’t leave a thin, delicately curved petal of crimson in Ryoji’s pale palm. What did famously choke its victims with the silky petals of flowers though, was a more insidious disease.

But, as he watched that petal wither and yellow in the cold air of the winter, Ryoji still didn’t fear for himself, only Minato. After all, he was a god, he didn’t need to breathe. So, whether his lungs inflated with petals didn’t matter. On the other hand, though, was his beloved wildcard. The deadpan wildcard who had coughed up his first snowy flower petal a mere three days after Ryoji had came across him in front of that train station.

Back then, Ryoji was new to the world, stupid. He’d seen Minato at the stairs of the train station and thought he’d found an angel with the way the soft light of the full moon made a halo of light on his hair, and that same silver glow set the snow alight with winter fire.

But, that was weeks ago, at that point. Back before the roots of the toxic flowers had begun to sap the color from Minato’s skin and sheen from his blue locks. Back before Ryoji had destroyed his life for the second time.

Maybe all this could’ve been avoided if I’d not made myself known… He mused while he stared down at the petal he’d coughed up. Images of all the petals he’d seen Minato stealth into his pocket or toss away on repeat in his head. If only I’d kept to myself like I was supposed to, Minato would’ve left Tatsumi port. He could’ve spent his remaining days blissfully unaware and happy instead of choking to death.

But, when his inhuman senses picked up yet another of Minato's rough coughing fits, the gentle splash of his tears in his palm were all he could do to help. Yet another fight that Minato wouldn’t have had to face if Ryoji Mochizuki hadn’t been so selfish.

Part 2

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Comfortable. Minato woke up, comfortable. As he came to, the shaggy-haired boy almost thought he was at home. Waking up in his own messy bed from an odd nightmare, safe from cold so ruthless that he couldn't feel himself shiver. Yet, that belief was soon squashed when his sleepy brain finally soaked up the weight draped over him. Soon followed by realizing he could hear slow, rhythmic breathing in bed behind him. Breathing?

In an instant, the weight of that thought hit Minato like a semi-truck. Suddenly, his eyes were open again. Drinking in the soft golden light pouring in through the spiderweb-sheer curtains that sat, pulled closed, over a pair of dark French doors. Also taking in the dark cream walls and the see-through white curtains tied back on the canopy bed he was laying in. This was definitely not his cramped, disgusting apartment.

Once he'd registered that fact, Minato turned his attention to that persisting presence holding him in bed. Rolling over so he could finally get a good look at the god that had taken him in. Though, what he found was not the figure he'd expected.

Instead of some thin, starved-looking corpse of a man, maybe with dark hair and pale skin, or hell, the expected, ebony-haired YA love interest with a perfectly sculpted body and chiseled jawline, Minato only found a round-faced man with the expected dark hair. But, upon a peek beneath the thick ruby comforter, that detail was the only one he might share with a romance novel.

Instead of a body sculpted by the gods, the sleeping brunette had a much softer, well-fed body. Not enough to be overweight, but enough to bulge over the checkered boxers the stranger wore. Huh, Thanatos is a lot cuter than I thought he'd be.

As if he'd heard that thought, the sleeping man groaned and attempted to pull Minato closer. But, the man was quick to put his hand on the man's chest and push back against his sleepy attempts to use him as a teddy bear. Though, the mindless action caused the pudgy man to finally wake up.         "Oh! You're awake." He mumbled lightly, coasting his hand up Minato's arm on the path to scrub some sleep from the hypnotic blue pools that now looked back at the sacrifice.

Yet, being face-to-face with a death deity, even if he was rather attractive, wasn't what had Minato wanting to slink away like a bristling cat. It was the warmth he saw sparkling at him in those gorgeous eyes, and the casual softness of his passing touch. So, it took him a moment to realize the stranger was starting to speak.       "Do you still feel numb at all? Is there any stinging sensations or loss of feeling in your fingers and toes?"       "Huh? Oh, uh...no." Minato mumbled, mentally shaking off the awkwardness to add, "Why are you near naked though?" And with a flash of red-faced horror, the brunette leapt up with a quick squawk,       "Oh! Oh god, I'm so sorry. This comes off so creepy, but I didn't do anything while you slept!" adding with an increasingly red blush across his pale cheeks, "I-I only stripped down to warm you up faster. And, y'know, if someone has hypothermia you're supposed to cuddle them naked...for some reason." He rambled, gathering his clothes as Minato sat up to watch him. While the stranger continued to babble about not wanting to be a pervert, the blue-haired man scanned him over for signs of deceit. But, aside from the way he kept his eyes trained on the pants he was wrestling himself into, he gave nothing away. So, Minato turned his eyes to the body he'd seen beneath the comforter. And, he was happy to find the man's belly wasn't the only part of his body to have a handful to it.

Though, when he got to pulling on his button-up shirt, Minato decided to move on in the conversation.         "So...are you not Thanatos?"         "What? No, why'd you think that?" the man asked in return, shooting him a confused look while he tucked his shirt into his pants, scooping up his suspenders next.          "Well, I got offered up to Thanatos last night, and woke up to you." Minato reasoned, "But, if you're not him, who are you?"           "Oh, right! Sorry for not introducing myself sooner, I am Ryoji Mochizuki! What's your name?" Ryoji chirped, his bright energy knocking against the sacrifice's forehead with how abundant it was.           "I'm Minato Arisato." He said, not bothering to soften the edge in his words. He'd let enough comfort slide, he wasn't looking to continue that trend. It would take more than a nice ass and some pretty eyes to earn that.

Regardless of that coldness though, Ryoji gave him a sweet smile,         "Well, welcome to Casa de Thanatos, Minato! I hope I can answer any of your questions and help you enjoy your stay!" He chirped, making Minato snort,         "You're the one to ask stuff, huh?" Ryoji nodded at that,         "Alright, so where's Thanatos?"          "Not here. He doesn't come around too often because he's got shit to do and he doesn't like scaring the sacrifices. At least, not so soon into their stays." He explained. Making sure his suspenders were in place before seeming to remember something that he began to look for         "The?" Minato asked, making the man pause again,         "Yeah, the sacrifices..." He then tilted his head, "Did you, think I was a sacrifice too?" And in response, the midnight-haired man mimicked his head tilt,        "Aren't you?" He asked back, making Ryoji chuckle,          "Nope! Sorry, but I'm a permanent fixture here!" He chirped again. Finally finding a yellow scarf as bright as his cheerful personality that he wrapped around his neck as he spoke. Though, he did notice Minato's confusion and explained further. "When I turned eighteen I willingly bound myself to Thanatos. I trained to be his assistant, it's what my family does."

That information sat between them like a rock for a good moment while the sacrifice digested it. Letting it sink in a bit before he asked,          "So, your whole family works for Thanatos?" and the brunette nodded,         "Yep! Though I wasn't forced to take this role, I had every opportunity throughout my life to opt-out. I wouldn't be the first, Thanatos has gone without a helper for a generation or two before." He said proudly.

The explanation was odd. Yet, Minato's home still offered yearly sacrifices to a deity, so he decided not to judge. Instead, he moved on to another question.        "So, if you're married to Thanatos, why am I here?" Making the taller man falter toying with his scarf.        "Huh? I'm not married to Thanatos, I'm just his assistant. I do whatever he asks, like keeping his sacrifices happy, but I don't  do any spousal duties. I assume those fall to you." and that made Minato make a bit of a face.

What did I expect though? He asked himself, That I'd be a mere pet? Left to my own devices? Just, let go? As he thought, Ryoji began to head for the door,         "If you have any questions, or want some company, my room is the last one down the hall. It's the one with two big double doors, just come knock if you need me." He assured, throwing Minato a sweet smile yet again before he left the room and shut the door behind him. Leaving the sacrifice with his thoughts for now.

So, the sacrifice mentally stowed his remaining questions for later with a sigh. Taking the chance to take a better look around at the spacious room. Noting the chair and doors he saw earlier that led out onto a balcony, a dark-wooded dresser decorated with makeup items and hair brushes pressed to the wall, and two matching dark bedside tables, one on each side of the canopy bed. There was even a mirror hung above the dresser to make it more like a vanity. All around, a non-threatening space despite the god that owned the home.

What the hell did I get thrown into?

im gonna just send u these in a little bulk and you can do em whenever u want, anyway, ryomina teratophilia n dacryphilia <3

Is this good? I don’t know at this point. But was it fun to write? Yes! I wrote it as a personal gift to myself for my birthday, so I went full guilty pleasure, self-indulgent, personal favorite thoughts sort of angle. I just wanted my favorite personal Ryoji form included lol. Also! Shout out to SleepyCoffeeOwl on Ao3! Who was nice enough to read over a bit of this beast for me! They helped me fix up a few things about this lil story, so I’m very grateful to them.

Also! While I will be rather busy around halloween, If you make/made a request I promise I’ll get to it! I’ll write into November if I need lol. So feel free to ask away until the 31st!

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CW: Predator/prey, teratophilia, at least a little dacryphilia, overstimulation, dubcon yet again, size difference, cum inflation, canonicity is very loose. My own monster design,

With a sigh, Minato Arisato trailed behind Junpei and Yukari as they patrolled the silent streets of the dark hour. Watching the smaller, less hostile shadows skitter away from them, or stare at the trio as they went, admiring the rotund moon hanging in the sky, and breathing in the stale, cold air.

It was boring.

Not his work as a SEES member, that was always interesting on some level, even when he was doing little else but strolling around in the oddly colored night. No, what was boring was not having his mp3 player to occupy his mind on their patrols.

Not from lack of trying, though. The blue-haired emo had tried all that he could think of to bargain, barter, threaten, and even proposition Mitsuru to put a plume of dusk into his mp3 player so that it functioned like her bike.

It went over about as well as you’d expect. So, while Yukari and Junpei were going back and forth with their semi-flirting bickering ahead of him, Minato simply found another way to entertain himself. watching the small hand creatures skitter about like some fucked up version of rats, or the whispy clouds that hung in the vibrant sky, or played I-spy with himself.

At least, until his mindless daydreaming made him run into a suddenly tense Yukari. “What’s going on?” he asked, noticing that Junpei had his broad sword at the ready, so he went ahead and pulled out his katana. Scanning the silent streets ahead of them for any sign of threat until Junpei finally whispered, “I think someone, or something, is ahead of us.” nodding towards an alley further down the sidewalk, where a soft shuffling could be heard in the stagnant air. “Minato, why don’t you go check it out? You’re the one with all of the personas. You’d have a better chance if it’s hostile.” Yukari suggested, getting a scowl from the shaggy-haired wildcard before he pushed past them. Whispering to her as he went, “Just admit you’re scared.” and not hanging around to let her hiss out some indignant venom.

Instead, he crept forward with his weapon drawn and his senses keen for any sudden sounds. Though, in an odd twist, there wasn’t any sound. Outside of the shuffing and pained whimpering of whatever was in the alley, the street had gone as still and silent as a grave. That’s a new one. He thought, but mostly brushed it off and kept his focus on the potential enemy. Though, when he got close enough to the alleyway to press himself to the brick wall of the store, the first thing he noticed wasn’t blood, the sound of ripping flesh, or aything like that, but the strong scent of graveyard dirt and decay.

That wasn’t normal. While the dark hour had a cold, stale taste to the air, sometimes with the tinge of iron or still water, it never smelled so clearly of decay.

Yet, when Minato peeked around the brick wall of the coffin-filled store, he didn’t find any shadows ripping someone apart, or even Strega dealing with a fresh corpse. Only a brunette man in a vibrant yellow scarf curled into the fetal position on the dingey alley floor. “Ryoji?” He asked, his defenses dropping along with his sword, Junpei and Yukari giving squawks of, “Ryoji?!” To mimic his own, but he waved them off. Keeping them at a distance as he stepped closer to the late-semester transfer student. Trying with a gentler edge to his flat voice, “Hey, are you okay, Ryoji? Are you hurt? Scared?” Which, got him no reply. So, he took another step closer and knelt down to put a hand on the brunette’s shoulder.

And that was when he reacted. Ryoji’s voice, usually sing-song and light as a feather, burst out in a guttural snarl that felt as if it physically knocked Minato back. “Get away from me, Minato!” Yet, at the same time that his words were deep and forceful, the sharp edge of pleading rang in the wildcard’s head like a bell. “Huh?! The fuck do you mean? If you’re hurt, I need to help! Otherwise, you’ll get your ass eaten! And not in the way you like.” He snapped back, returning to his feet while Ryoji tried to drag himself away from the man. Which, was the most unnerving part of the encounter. Seeing a man who usually greeted Minato like a hyper dog seemingly power through hellish pain to escape him. Fucking ouch. “Mochizuki, get your ass back here right now-” “NO!”

That time, his voice knocked the breath from Minato like a punch to the gut. Some small part of his long-numbed brain getting frazzled. Awakening a dose of dread that the blue-haired man hadn’t felt for eleven long years. “What...the fuck?…” He breathed out, a hand on his chest to steady his frantic heart rate as his storm-colored eyes watched the brunette curl into a ball against the back wall like a beaten dog. Shaking like a leaf in a tornado, with...blood? on his hands. “Ryoji. Are you okay?” He asked, stepping closer again, his annoyance and confusion put aside for concern. “Please...leave me alone. Run…” Ryoji said, his voice quieter, that time. Less hostile, yet still powerful enough to make the blue-haired wildcard shiver in a mix of excitement and fear. But, he ignored his pleas and pushed through the odd sensation.

He took another step closer, reaching for the brunette again. But, before he could grab Ryoji to try and pull him out of the passage, the cowering man screamed. Startling the persona user again, but not nearly as much as the bloody, slimey appendage that ripped itself from Ryoji’s back with a sick, wet ripping sound. “Minato?! What the hell is going on?!” Yukari asked, closer than she had been. “Stay back!” He snapped back, not letting his stormy eyes leave what turned out to be a fucking wing. Ryoji was growing wings, but not only one or two, but four. The transfer student who’d been so desperate to befriend him wasn’t human. “R-Ryoji?” He tried again, his voice almost a whisper. Inwardly wincing at the edge of anxiety in his words. “What...what’s going on?” He asked, stepping back as he spoke. Watching as the boy cried and contorted in pain. His body bulging and shifting beneath his skin and clothes, his face twisting into a sick grin as his teeth fell out and his eyes darkened. It was almost too horrifying to watch, yet kept Minato’s eyes glued to his classmate. Rooted to the spot by the pained, inhuman shrieks to watch what was human only a moment ago, slowly turn into something more beastial. Something that made Yukari shriek behind Minato.

And just like that. The spell was broken.

Turning on his heel, Minato bolted like a rabbit from a wolf. Blind of where he was going, just knowing that he couldn’t stay, and that he couldn’t stay with Junpei or Yukari. Though, he was vaguely aware that the duo seemed to follow his lead, each haring off from the scene of the crime the moment they saw Minato fleeing the alcove between buildings. Though, the wildcard’s adrenaline wasn’t racing out of fear exactly, In the frantic rush to get away, enough clarity was there to identify that much.

No, the midnight-haired emo wasn’t running out of some fear of dying to whatever creature Ryoji was becoming, but simply because it was what felt right. After all, while not knowing what the hell his classmate was, he was damned sure of one thing. He was predatory.

So, the wildcard ran for all his training with Akihiko was worth. Down dark alleys, empty streets. Dodging immobile cars and caskets housing the normal citizens of Tatsumi port, he let that odd, amoral rush of excitement and dread push him further. His feet pounding into the asphalt, his blood rushing in his ears, and his mind racing with alternating thoughts of Gotta get away, and Oh god I hope he’s chasing me. Like the two most primal parts of himself were battling within him. Yet, only one got its wish. “Mina! Come back!” Ryoji’s voice called from the silent street behind him. The sing-song sugar back in his words, but the impact of his words wasn’t entirely softened. Whatever was calling to him may have been Ryoji Mochizuki, but he wasn’t the Ryoji he knew.

Which...was thrilling.

The rush of dread was overtaken by the buzz of giddiness at that point. Making Minato’s breaths puff out in gasps as he hooked around a corner and ran down another thin passage to a new street. Fueled by the rush he got each time the monster’s voice called out, “Mina! Funeral lily! Come here! I won’t hurt you!” “Please! I just want to see you! Mina!” With what Minato thought might be an exilerating edge of desperation. God what the hell am I doing?! That thing’s not human! I shouldn’t be aroused at it chasing me! He scolded himself, trying to get his barrings on whatever perverse side of himself was muddying his thoughts, but that didn’t stop that voice from arguing, Okay, but he’s capable of intellegent speech, and whatever it is WAS Ryoji ten minutes ago. It wouldn’t be a sin-

The thought was shoved away. Minato was no stranger to odd hook-ups, but a classmate who turned into a shadow? That was enough to make his stomach itch with shame.

Yet, in his thoughtless weaving between streets and coffins, Minato realized that he had managed to lose track of where he was. Even when he tried to spot identifiable landmarks as he ran, nothing looked even vaguely familiar. The full, yellow-green moon doing nothing to clear up the thick shadows, and the air that stung Minato’s lungs still tasted of decaying leaves and graveyard dirt. It shouldn’t have, though. After all, he was running down a dark street lined with houses, not graveyards or dead trees. If the dark hour hadn’t been in effect, the place would’ve been nothing more than your average, well-off culdesac.

Yet, the dark hour was in effect. So, instead of a peaceful neighborhood with an HOA, the green-tinted street was full of dark nooks and the peering eyes of whatever courageous monsters dared peer out of their hidey holes.

Yet, that was all the shadows did. That’s all that they had done ever since Ryoji had turned into...whatever he became. Even with Minato disoriented from confusion and weakening from exhuastion, no shadows dared try to attack.

So, with legs like jello, and the coordination of a baby deer, the blue-haired man almost involuntarily slowed to a stop at the end of the block. Peering around at the houses and yards that blocked his escape. Steadying his breathing as best he could to try and focus on the eerie silence of the eerie neighborhood to try and pick out any suspicious squeak or tap on the asphalt or houses.

Nothing.

Even the usual ambiance of shadows going about their usual existence, or the stirring of air under, assumedly, Ryoji’s new wings had been mute for...however long. That’s not good, is it? Minato asked himself, looking behind himself as he thought. What does it mean when a monster scares the other shadows? Even the arcana shadows had smaller shadows in their areas. He thought, his wide, stormy eyes studying every non-descript lump of darkness before turning his head back around. Only to feel the tickle of heaving, night-scented feathers on the tip of his nose.

Sitting before him, pale mask smiling down at Minato from an impressive height, was that human-bird abomination that was Ryoji.

How the fuck did he get here?! Was the shaggy-haired man’s first panicked thought, only for another to rear-end that blip of as soon as he’d had it. How close has he been this entire time?Did I ever even lose him? Was he only messing with me by letting me run? Are Mitsuru and the others okay? Are they alive?! And many more piling up like a car wreck until all the man could do was tilt his head back numbly to look up at the beast that was once a lovesick classmate.

With that same wind-brushed hairstyle Ryoji wore with two twinges jutting up like antennae. A mask-like face of snow white with bottomless pits for eyes and an eerie, toothless smile. Not to mention skin that--Minato took a step back without realizing it. It was grotesque. That skin so black, as black as obsidian stretched over a large, human upper body that was no longer an average, soft weight, but emaciated. It was like the goofy man had morphed into some feverish nightmare. A feverish nightmare that now sat in front of him in the flesh. With his four large, dark feathered wings shimmering with unearthly color in the green light at any small movement, and two...were they legs, since he had human arms? Hind legs? Of a bird. Each four-toed foot adorned with claws sharp enough to slice chromium like hot butter.

If it wasn’t for the voice whispering in the wildcard’s head about the looming beast being a predator, he would’ve seemed kind of cute with how he sat. Watching the wildcard with his legs out in front of him when the man all but fell on his ass to crawl away from him. ”R-Ryoji?...” Minato tried, the tentative word little more than a lustful-fear-choked croak in the stillness of the green night. Yet, it seemed to be all the invitation the shadow needed. Reaching for the blue-haired persona user with boney, clawed fingers to pluck him off of the asphalt while he tried to scramble back to his feet.

Not that running anymore would have done any good. After all, it had only taken Minato looking away for a brief moment for the beast to be mere centimeters in front of his face. It didn't take a rocket scientist to calculate the chances of his escape.

But, that didn’t stop the blue-haired man from writhing and fighting to get out of the monster’s hand. Even resorting to trying to bite him, though to no avail. All he managed to do was exhaust himself. All the while, Ryoji stared down with his bottomless eyes like his attacks were nothing. As if Minato was only laying limp in his palm. Only stilling him with a series of cooes, trills and trapping Minato under his thumb so he could use a claw to gently cut through the mortals clothes.

He was cutting Minato’s clothes off. “H-hey! Don’t do- Stop that!” The wildcard squawked, his cheeks burning with a melancholy mix of skin-tingling excitement and cold disgust. Swatting at whatever he could reach to stop the shadow from stripping him like some lewd doll. But, for all his fighting, the blue-haired emo only got was a happy, sing-song trill from the beast. Allowed to kick and snap to his heart's content since, with his midsection trapped, it was all in utter vain. Yet, he still tried. Minato fought for all he was worth to worm his way to freedom, or at all dissuade the bird-thing.

Yet, all that got him was a sweat by the time the beast finally slipped the now-ruined school pants from his body. No progress in his fight for freedom, just tired, with a nagging sense of blood-thrumming fear. All Minato could do was slam his fist down on Ryoji’s hand and plead, with rain threatening to fill his cloudy eyes. “Please...Ryoji, please don’t.” Only to get a gentle shushing, like a soft breeze through the trees on a quiet night, and an affectionate chirp in response. Before the masked monster lowered his head, and a long, wet tongue slithered out from the mouth of his eerie mask. “Hold on, what- what are you- Ah!”

Leaving a slick trail of warm saliva in its wake, the tip of the shadow’s long tongue languidly slid from his asshole, up and over his groin. Coming to a stop below his ribcage where a ripple of shame continued to Minato’s burning face at how the slow drag of the wet muscle over his pale skin made his stomach flutter. Oh god, am I...am I ACTUALLY into this? Minato thought, trying again to wriggle out of the shadow’s hold. What is that supposed to mean? How is this even registering as hot in the first place?! But, those questions got shunted into the depths of his mind for later when Ryoji’s monstrous form circled its tongue around Minato’s member. Letting out a whine from whatever mouth that perpetual smile hid. as if disappointed that the 5’6 persona user didn’t have the proportions to…what? Fuck him with? Ryoji, I swear to god if I survive this encounter, we will be having such a talk.

Yet, that moment wasn’t the right one for questions. The priority in that moment was to try and bite back the pleasure flowing into his stiffening member. Yet, the slick warmth, flexing muscles, and calculated movements worked together to pick off each one of the wildcard’s mental defenses regardless.

And, there was no way Ryoji was clueless about what he was doing. Even though Minato saw nothing but a void of endless darkness when he looked into those eyes, he could tell from the beast’s use of that cursed, blue-black tongue that the squeezing and stroking was 100% intentional. Curated specifically to deftly increase the hellfire under his skin until his rational thoughts were overrun with that familiar headrush of need.

The monster’s tongue worked him until Minato’s attempts to get free of the thumb pinning him had devolved into thoughtless pants and humping into the moist heat. The more aggressive those lewd impulses became, the foggier Minato’s thoughts became. And in turn, the less he could focus on fighting, or even his own shame.

At least, that was the logic Minato could piece together to rationalize his predicament. That was all he could do, after all. Lay in the beast’s hand, pinned beneath his thumb. Fighting for some coherent thought while his hips twitched and moved with Ryoji's tongue in a disgraceful dance. Until, despite his attempts to stall, the bubbling rush of excitement crept in. “Ryoji! W-wait, I’m gonna cum!” Minato yelled, sure to wince at how whiney and desperate he sounded later. But, in that moment of forbidden bliss, when the friction and technique won against his denials and rationale, all he could do was claw into the creature as his stomach clenched and shuddered with pulsing pleasure.

In the aftermath, Minato hadn’t even the energy to contemplate what had happened. All he could do was let his head loll back and gulp in desperate breaths of nearly-stale night air. Meanwhile, his captor lapped up whatever stray squirt managed to escape him. And Minato let him. Letting the warm weight of the shadow’s tongue press into his body while he tried to will the stability back into his gelatinized legs.

Yet, in that moment of leisure, what Minato didn’t expect, was the cool asphalt to be what touched his stomach next. But, sure enough, when his storm-grey eyes snapped open he no longer looked into the tornado-green sky, but down an abandoned road. Still ladden with thick shadows and no sign of life outside of the rumbling and shifting weight of the human-bird abomination above him. Those noises soon giving way to a more gut-twisting soundtrack that was all too familiar to the man.

The sound of bones crunching and cracking. Of muscle tissue tearing apart like a fork tender roast.

He didn’t dare look back to see the explanation. Minato didn’t even think of his lack of clothing as his feet scrambled against the unyielding blacktop. The only thing on his mind for those precious few seconds was Run! Oh god, get out of the car!

Before, the frantic train of thought crashed on its tracks. Minato kept from his freedom by a firm, yet measured weight pinned his belly back to the road. And, while the shadow’s hand was smaller, big enough to hold onto the back of Minato’s neck to keep him in place on the rough terrain, but not engulf his entire body, he could still feel how much of the beast’s strength Ryoji held back. ”Stay. Put.” Came the order. Whispered in a melodious voice that was equal parts smooth and soothing, and gutteral. Like a verbal shot of cinnamon. Spicy, yet still capable of luring out a small whimper from the wildcard. The power in those two words reverberated through Minato. Snatching away the courage to fight, and replacing it with a taboo bolt of enticing fear. Which, was a feat. Considering the emo was rarely intimidated by the horrific creatures in the dark hour, yet, with Ryoji’s clawed hand around his throat and his masked face close enough for his warm breaths to stir the edge of the persona user’s shaggy fringe, his pride couldn't help but take a back seat to the mingling and mixing of fear, disgust, and desire.

Yet, he didn’t get much time beyond that to beat himself up for cowing down to a monster, or how his dick twitched. Because once the beast was sure he wasn’t going to try and bolt again, his hands were back to exploring Minato’s body. Feeling along every scar and curve as his face nuzzled into the man’s neck to lap at his skin and drink in the scent of his lavender body wash. Meanwhile, Minato could hear his talons clicking on the paved road while the monster adjusted his size and stance. Keeping himself large enough to pin his prey, but judging from what parts of his body the wildcard could feel lifting his hips or puffing against his neck, small enough so that he wouldn’t kill him. Once satisfied, though, his face finally dislodged from the persona user's neck. Instead trailing mimed kisses down his spine. So, taking the opportunity to sate curiosity, Minato took stock of what he could through the storm of uneasy pleasure and disgust.

The first thing, was the utter lack of any noise. Even with it feeling as if the Dark Hour should end, the plump moon hung overhead in the sky, so the streets still lacked the usual night life. Secondly, and more worrying, was that despite Ryoji's reveal as a monster, the brush of a barbed something against his ass still made Minato's cock twitch again.

Ryoji lifted him off of the pavement. Abruptly dragging him out of his contemplation and back to his position as the plaything of a semi-human bird creature. Who, when the wildcard looked, had sat back on his hind legs to calculate how to go about the next step. Yet, whatever thoughts might be going through Ryoji’s monstrous head was secondary to the...member Minato saw between the creature’s legs.

After all, with a softer pink skin tone to contrast the ebony color painted onto Ryoji’s skeletal frame and soft barbs going down its length, it was hard to miss. Tapered at one end, drooling a thick precum, the appendage didn’t quite look like a human dick. But watching it twitch while he was placed over him, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess its use. “H-hey, wait! Ryoji, that’s too- Fuck!”

Regardless of his words, the monster pushed him down onto the odd cock. Stretching and filling the blue-haired mortal to the point of sparks of pain. Thankfully only pushing a little over the ‘tip’ in, but against Ryoji's cool, skeletal chest, the squirt of heat that filled Minato’s stomach was overwhelming. Bringing more tears to his dark eyes as he clawed into Ryoji’s hand, Jesus, how big is he at this point?, while the monster ground into Minato’s ass until the blue-haired man breathed out a quiet moan.

That was all it took. One small sign of possible consent, and the shadow was fluttering his wings and pushing him further down his length until Minato gasped and yelped, “R-Ryoji!” Throwing his head back and clawing into the monster that held his midsection. Yet, any concern he was going to voice escaped him. Because, as he stared up into the bottomless eyes of that pale mask, and the thickening cock slipped deeper inside of him, pleasure overtook him. The barbs added a delicious bit of extra drag over every sensitive inch of Minato’s body they managed to reach, and It was breathtaking. the lascivious mix of pain and pleasure, leaving no more room for fears of the consequences.

Instead, the only fear Minato could find as he was drug up and down Ryoji's cock only heightened the thrill. All he could focus on was how helpless, full, hot, and good he felt. Shaking with pain from how he was being stretched, but at the same time, Ryoji’s cock never seemed to miss a weak spot. The barbs brushing along his clenching walls, flooding his blood with a fresh bout of fiery thunder with each drag. All the while, the curve of the dick allowed the tip to grind perfectly against Minato’s prostate when the bird monster moved right. The disgust at being a shadow's toy would come later. For now, Minato lost himself in the stomach-tightening bliss.

All the while, Ryoji smiled down at him, puffing out breaths and growling with his own pleasure. Keeping a careful hold on Minato as to not squeeze his guts out, and letting the smaller male claw into his fingers against the pain. Not seeming to care for a second. even when the emo managed to break skin a little bit, all he seemed worried about was the lewd moans and whimpers Minato gave, and the wet schlick schlick schlick of his cock working its way into the mortal until no more could be squeezed into him.

He only paused his pursuit of every possible sound Minato could make once. Right when the wildcard felt as if he was about to unravel a second time that night. “What the fuck?!” was the thoughtless snap that delay got. Minato's chest heaving, his hair a mess from sweat, and his grey eyes flashing with impatience when he snarled up at his captor. Yet, all the shadow did to his annoyance was snort. Wiping away the tears that had started trailing down Minato’s cheeks in the heat of the moment. Lifting his hand back to the grinning mouth of his pale mask, the monster lapped up the salty tears and cooed down at the mortal. As if to thank him for something. Admittedly, through the haze of nearing orgasm and taboo mixing of pain and dread, it was hard to tell.

Then, without missing a beat, he was back to thrusting into Minato. Trilling when the mortal gave a startled mix of a moan and a yelp. Though, this time, the monsoon of hot pleasure and satisfying fullness didn’t stop. Even when more tears escaped Minato’s usual impeccable control, Ryoji would only trill as he ground into him. Dragging him along the barbs of his inhuman cock with increasingly unsteady hands. But, to Minato's gratitude, the soft bristles kept the human-bird abomination from speeding up.

Yet, even when his inky wings flared out and flapped in some mindless search for leverage, he kept going. The unyielding onslaught of euphoria breaking down the emo’s shame. Going and going without a sign of break. Flooding him with euphoria until an electrical current soaked into Minato’s muscles. Arching his back in the monster’s hand as a yowl ripped from him. Partially out of pain, but also born from the crescendo of bliss that rushed to his head at last.

Yet, the wildcard didn’t get to enjoy his orgasm for long. That rush of dopamine immediately gobbled up by a harsh sting of pain that increased the further past his limit Ryoji pushed him. “Ry...oji…” He muttered. Squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the way being so full soured from a pleasing burn, to a colder pain. Yet, the winged shadow was too far away to hear him. Continuing to drag him along his ridged cock like a toy. Enjoying the whines, tears, and hisses just as much as Minato's moans and pants.

Again, all Minato could do was whine and plead to the discolored night. His words lost on his captor, and his strength ebbing in the acidic waves of masochistic pleasure. Clinging to those sparks of dark need to keep him from passing out or letting the aches and stings of Ryoji's member stretching him overwhelm him.

Regardless, though, the wildcard hung on. Focusing on whatever he could to keep his shaking body from going too limp or his vision from going too dark. Until, at long last, Ryoji’s wings flared out a final time and gave a shudder as he pumped what felt like molten lava into Minato’s body. Overwhelming his senses once more with sensations. Ryoji, meanwhile, throbbed inside of him. Panting against Minato's back and letting out small noises into the discolored night as his four wings quivered and shimmered.

He was beautiful, in that odd, sad sort of way you might find a body in a casket to be beautiful. The shimmering of his feathers subsided, his pale mask contrasting against his dark skin. It was as if he demanded all Minato’s focus, even as he did little more than coo and chirp down at the wildcard in sleepy affection. Though, perhaps that focus was Minato’s encroaching loss of consciousness.

another ryomina but w 5 and 12 (:

I can’t promise this is very good, but it’s one of two Ryomina asks, so I’m taking it as a chance to just purely INDULGE with my thoughts on RyoMina. So, Nyx is sort of treated like Ryoji’s mom, and canonicity is acknowledged, but loose. I hope you all enjoy this one too <3

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CW: Breeding, gentle breathplay, at least implied pet play, rough sex, Ryoji’s kinda a slut lol.

Creaking, slapping, sighs and moans. The weight of a body on top of him, and another settling over his mind, the warmth of impatient breath’s fanning out across his skin, the fingers pressing against the back of his neck as Minato held the god’s collar. Everything felt like too much, but nowhere near enough at the same time. Even after the blue-haired man was given to him until the seal was no longer needed, Ryoji still couldn’t get enough of Minato’s touch.

The scent of clean laundry and lavender, the unyielding onslaught of stomach-clenching pleasure, the guttural growls of, “good boy…” “You're taking me so well….” panted into his ear as he clawed into the rumpled sheets of the bed, it was intoxicating. Like the powerful wildcard exuded some aphrodisiac, or...whatever other drug wiped out any thought in a person's head.

Ryoji couldn’t be bothered to think of one to fit that description at the moment. Not with Minato clawing into his hips, biting at his neck like a cat in heat, trapping the god in place as he slammed into him at a ruthless, thorough pace that sent shockwaves of painful pleasure and an erotic powerlessness that turned Ryoji’s muscles fork tender and swept away any coherent thought beyond breed, breed, breed.

A, clearly, out of place urge in the man’s head. But...the longer Minato had him tripped in deliciously demeaning torment, the stronger that desire grew. Feeding the flames of the lustful forest fire already in his belly, and drawing out more whines and needy cries, “B-breed me! Breed me, Mina, please!” He begged, gasping slightly when the blue-haired man suddenly halted his thrusting and grabbed the back of his collar to pull his head back. Restricting Ryoji’s oxygen as he hummed with an edge of amusement in his lazy voice, “What was that, nightshade?” the god able to feel him grin when he shuddered at his husky question, “Breed...me.” He repeated, doing his best to look into his lover’s stormy eyes with his best submissive, pleading look, “Please?”

For a long moment, Ryoji could only blink blearily, wheezing breaths through the pull of his thick collar. Minato looked into his lust-dulled eyes in silence until, “Man, you really don’t have a single other thought in that head of yours, do you?” At that, the brunette did his best to nod, the lack of air seeping into his head to thicken the haze. Which, he was sure Minato could see, judging from the small smile tugging at the man’s lips before he finally released the collar and let Ryoji flop back onto the mussed bedding, gulping down air and moaning at the headrush that replaced the sluggishness.

Laying there, his legs shaking, Minato’s arms on either side of his shoulders, the god of death tried to scrape together enough coherent thoughts to be at all ashamed of his position. Laying on his belly, with a mortal buried hilt-deep in his ass. Letting a piece of prey turn his mind into mush, and pleading to somehow get a kid from him. Nyx would be disgusted with her avatar, for sure.

It made the coil in Ryoji’s belly tighten.

Tightening further when Minato lowered himself so that his chest was pressed to Ryoji’s back, his lips leaving a warm trail of feather-light kisses from the base of the brunette’s neck to his ear, where he almost purred. “You want me to breed you, nightshade?~” In a dangerously honeyed tone that made the god whine like a whore, “Yes! Pleash!” “Do you?” He asked again, his words thrumming against Ryoji’s skin as he spoke, all while grinding into his lover’s ass to get more mindless moans and slurred pleas from him.

Only satisfied when the brunette was begging and squirming beneath him. Kept from moving his hips to get even a crumb more of friction by the hand Minato kept at his hip. “Okay, handsome. Calm down.” He said with a breath of a laugh.

With that, he returned to humping into Ryoji. Trading his more feral, fast pace for one that would make the mindless man beneath him jolt with each thrust. Bracing himself by keeping one hand on Ryoji’s hips, and putting his other one on his shoulder. Not that Ryoji was prone to escaping, the god was reduced to little more than a mindless whore, muttering out, “Please...please, breed...please, please...breed me…” amidst the lewd noises he let out more and more the tighter the coil in his stomach got. Until, with a damn near howl, a powerful burst of heat turned the god’s vision white.

However, as the warmth of his own seed subsided on his stomach, and Ryoji could get air back into his lungs, he found that the warmth in his belly wasn’t fading the same way. Taking too long to register as the warm fullness of his lover filling him with his own cum. “Mina…?” He mumbled, almost unintelligible after his orgasm had swept away his energy like a tsunami. A state the wildcard seemed to be in as well, laying on the brunette, his face buried in his neck as he regained his composure. “Are...you okay?”

The blue-haired man gave a grunt in confirmation, running a hand up the god’s soft side affectionately before he mumbled, “I’ll clean you up later. Cuddles first.” Which, Ryoji nodded at. Letting the man pull him down and wrap his strong arms around him. The softer kisses and his simple company in the mess of blankets, sheets, and pillows gave the brunette that same buzz and warmth that he enjoyed.

A nice end to such a feral night of fun.

Part 7

I really hope this doesn't seem bipolar of Mina, I can't write intimacy issues well 😔

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Ryoji made good on his word after that.

Not only was the emo not allowed to leave the house, but for an entire week, that restriction was to his room. Which, on the one hand, wasn't a surprise. Minato had tried to escape, during a snowstorm. He'd figured from Ryoji locking him into his room that he'd face harsh repercussions for that move. But, for some reason, being locked in his gorgeous room still managed to hurt less than the chilly attitude the god's assistant held when bringing him food.

        "You can't be trusted to not sneak out." Was the cold explanation he got the first day after, delivered with another needle in the sacrifice's heart and his breakfast. Leaving him again with little to keep him company in his room but the cold weight of some nebulous pain. A pain that only seemed to worsen with each passing day. Chocked up to his confinement eating at him, Minato turned to sleeping the hours away whenever he could.

And, as a consequence of his sleeping, Minato missed meals. Going from picking at three meals a day to barely eating one of the offered plates. A trend continued partially out of pettiness despite the god's assistant shaking him awake whenever he brought food.

Yet, not even the petty drive to 'punish' Ryoji for making him hurt could silence the hunger gnawing at Minato forever. So, when he was finally given an inch of freedom again, he took the chance. Stealthing his way through the gothic halls in the cover of undisturbed shadows. Being careful in the darkness of the night to not to fall down the stairs in his haste to get to the kitchen. thankful to the silvery pools of moonlight let in by opened curtains for providing a bit of the light he avoided turning on.

Pausing at the door, Minato listened for any signs of life through the house. But, judging by the silence, Ryoji hadn't taken up nightly patrols in exchange for the sacrifice's freedom. So, sliding the door open only a sliver, the blue-haired man was able to slip into the kitchen like a ghost. Unnoticed while slithering his way to the fridge to pull out a block of cheese and jar of mayonnaise.

Sitting in the slice of yellow light, Minato used a knife to cut off chunks of cheddar to dip into the spread. Eating a sort of cheese sandwich in the solitude of the late night with no noise but his own internal voice.

What the hell do I do now? The voice asked as he ate, It's too soon to run again, Ryoji's no doubt expecting it. But, what do I do until I get another chance? Go back to playing nice? The thought of it made Minato scowl, I guess I'm already too jumbled up for that. But, can I avoid Ryoji? Do I...even want to anymore? If I do, wouldn't that just make him more wary of me?

      "I brought you dinner earlier, y'know." Ryoji's sudden presence ripped the sacrifice abruptly from his musings. Making the shaggy-haired man turn to look at the deific assistant like a child caught in the cookie jar. His cool grey eyes wide in the artificial cold of the fridge, his heart in his stomach, and his dress a mess. Yet, in contrast, the brunette was casually leaning on the closed kitchen door. his sapphire eyes seeming to catch the silver moonlight in a playful glitter despite the flat expression he wore. Not made any warmer by the silence that returned between them. Only broken when Minato finally pushed himself up to shut the fridge and move his meal to the island. Keeping the marble counter between him and the brunette.       "I know." He mumbled, the fact Ryoji was harder to see in nothing but the winter moonlight making it easier to speak. Yet, it did little to soothe the melancholy burn in Minato's chest at his mere presence.

And while there was some comfort in the possibility that Ryoji seemed just as uncomfortable, the hurt hanging in the air contested that.       "What are you doing down here? I thought you'd be asleep by now." Minato said in some desperate hope to...What? Lighten the mood? Fix shit? He asked himself, only for Ryoji's voice to save him from the introspection.       "I figured you'd come down here at some point, since you've been refusing to eat what I bring you." He gave a simple shrug, not seeming offended, at the least. "I thought it would be less weird to talk to you when you were out of your room. Less...I dunno, confrontational."       "Because waiting for me to get hungry is any less uncomfortable?" Minato asked, his flat voice far more barbed than he intended, dooming him to another tense stretch of silence under a glare. Then, an angry sigh.     "You're right, I shouldn't ha-"     "Wait!"

In a single breath, the night seemed to fall silent. Ryoji paused mid reach for the door, Minato frozen in fear at the plea that had fallen from his lips without thought.       "Wait," he tried again, masking the desperate with a more collected request, "I...I'm sorry for what I said. About you..Well, y'know."       "Saying I had no reason to worry about you?" Ryoji guessed, his take on his harsh words an equally harsh slap. Worsened with that pesky voice adding, I mean, what other direction could he take my words? But the sacrifice shoved it aside.         "Y-yeah. That. I'm sorry for that, I..."

That time, it was Minato letting the conversation sit in silence as his words trailed off.         "I'm...not the best with other people caring about me." He finally admitted, keeping his eyes fixed to the speckled counter top he leaned on as he spoke and ate. Listening to Ryoji sigh, this one more tired then angry,       "I kind of figured that much. Though, I mean, I wasn't much help in changing that, was I?" The blue-haired man shrugged,       "Well, you cared enough to not leave me to die in the cold. So, I say you're an improvement in that department, at least." He offered, leaving an opening for some of Ryoji's humor. But the brunette only shifted his weight from foot to foot in the first sign of discomfort on his side.       "But, what about when we were waiting for Thanatos? If anything, you have every right to be hostile to me after that." He reminded, "So, I suppose you shouldn't be apologizing..." But the sacrifice shook his head,       "I kinda got over that. A little hard to fault you for being clingy when you're alone a majority of the year." He countered, and while Ryoji still seemed to want to argue his own guilt, he only nodded for now.         "Will you stop being mad at me now? I'll...try not to be such a dick, just quit being so cold please." Minato sighed, wincing a bit when the loneliness slipped back into his voice. Keeping his eyes on the island and his hands busy with scooping up mayo on his chunks of cheese. All the while, he felt Ryoji stare into him for a long, thoughtful moment before he nodded again,         "Okay. Though, I'd think you'd enjoy my chilly attitude, with how much you seem to want to freeze to death." A weak joke. But a joke, a good sign. So, Minato snorted a bit and shook his head. Letting Ryoji join him at the island as he continued to eat his fill of cheese and mayo in the dark. The two talking here and there until the sacrifice put up the food and finally went back to bed.

And, while the conversation didn't quite help the melancholy mix of disgust and anxiety that made Minato's skin crawl at the thought of letting Ryoji any closer to him, it did ease the guilt. So, when the pair parted for the night at the sacrifice's bedroom door, the warm ruby comforter felt less suffocating to crawl and lay under.

part 5

So, I'm trying to remember that this fic is written for ME and not just to pander. This is meant to be indulgent and fun, so I'm trying to relax on how good the writing should be. I'm not trying to impress! Only enjoy a story in my head!

That being said, I do hope you all enjoy my writing still <3  I still aim to make this good to read, y'know? CW: NSFW, nothing too wild, but still spicy.

Previous part: here Next part: here TOC: Here Minato had piqued Thanatos' interest. Was that good? Was it bad in his situation? Would that mean the god would come back to screw him again? Those were the questions occupying his mind as the days ticked by, circling like vultures while he walked a mote along the edge of his bedroom. Up until his own experience, Minato's only exposure to sacrifices were the movies and shows he'd seen depicting them. So, going off of those, 'piquing a god's interest' would mean he would be gussied up and prepped to be bred like a broodmare. Yet, there was the small complication that every shred of media he'd seen with someone sacrificed, said sacrifice was always a woman. And his hopes of that route were further dashed with each night that passed without any invisible hands to toy with him. Though, the midnight-haired man's time wasn't solely occupied by his thoughts on his likelihood of death by snu-snu. Because, on the fifth day of his stay, Ryoji brought him a small tv to sit on his vanity and entertain him.         "I thought that since you don't seem to wanna hang out with me, you'd like to have something else to do." He explained while squishing himself to the floor to reach beneath the heavy wooden dresser to plug it in.         "Meh, I was just gonna sleep or jerk off to fill the time." Minato deadpanned. Not bothering to tear his eyes away from the sight of his housemate's cute ass being stuck in the air when the brunette looked back at him.          "Well, if you're still horny, I wouldn't mind being of help." he offered as he stood up. Hooking his thumbs in the black suspenders he always wore. "I've still never fucked a dude, but I have googled a bit about gay sex, so I'm not totally lost." Minato snorted at that, stepping closer to the god's assistant with an edge of perversion in his flat voice.         "You googled it? Even though I offered to teach you?" He asked, watching the pink hue creep back onto Ryoji's cheeks as his puff of pride fizzled into a more entertaining reaction.       "Well, I-I mean, I would've asked, but...I didn't want to disappoint you again after our kiss." He admitted, his words hitting Minato like a baseball bat to the gut.        "God damn it, just pour cold water on me next time!" He snapped, the lightning flash of venom in his words making the brunette blink while the sacrifice huffed off to flop back onto the bed.        "I-I'm sorry? Did I do something wrong? I only wanted to know how to properly get you off when, or if, we fuck." He explained, yelping when the emo threw a pillow at him.        "Fuck off! You've ruined the mood now, get out!" So, Ryoji put his hands up and left him be once more. Only muttering,        "I'm sorry for upsetting you, funeral lily." Before pulling the door shut behind him. Yet, as soon as the door clicked shut, Minato regretted banishing the pretty man. How the fuck am I gonna get laid at this rate?! If he was gonna fuck me at all, now he's not! He chided himself. Mentally kicking his own ass while he buried his face in another one of his pillows and screamed. Yet, even the power of his neglected needs wasn't strong enough to soothe the way Ryoji's harmless boast burned his skin. Such a simple assurance. Nothing more than a sweet attempt to get across his perceived new skills in bed. That was all Ryoji had done, but it made the man's stomach ache regardless. The ache of it so strong, in fact, that the sacrifice would have spent the entirety of his remaining time in Thanatos' mansion in his bed. Avoiding Ryoji, if it hadn't been for one simple thought. Am I actually willing to die as satisfied as the judgemental hags back home? The recollection of all the glaring women with nothing better to do than shoot him dirty looks or snide remarks for his entire workday was all it took. Whether it was the fear of dying with the ember of lust he'd been nursing still in his soul, or spite for all the times customers had looked down their noses at him for his sexual habits and implied he should settle down, Minato didn't know. All he knew was his final day was the day he'd bed Thanatos' 'helper'. Besides, who cares if I have a crush? I'll likely be dead tomorrow anyways, so no harm no foul. He told himself while peeling himself out of bed on the morning of his seventh, and likely final, day. He's slept with sacrifice's before, so the only strings in this are from me. It's a win-win. He continued through his shower and double checking of his one article of clothing. If I'm gonna fuck Ryoji's brains out, I need to not smell like depression. He decided before finally expending the energy to throw the plain white dress he'd worn for six days straight, in the wash. Maybe I can skip the rinse cycle and ask to wear one of the dresses he bought. Was the thought he chewed on while he sat on the washing machine. Letting it shake and hum while he weighed the option before shaking his head. No, those clothes are at least from possibly dead people. At most... His thought trailed off at the other possibility. I mean, why would he keep dead people's clothes? Does he wear them? He reasoned, the explanation making him giggle as the washer hummed. Despite how adorably awkward that thought was, the sacrifice knew he couldn't mention it to the brunette without any proof. That was a little meaner than even he liked to be. Though, that didn't keep him from giggling over it for the rest of the rinse cycle and drying process. Once his dress was clean, though, the thought of Ryoji's clothing choices and his hiding of them were pushed to the side. The sacrifice was on a mission. So, he set out to search the massive mansion for the brunette. Checking the kitchen, living room, and his own room in case the pudgy man had come by. And, he even found a large library in the maze of gothic halls and ornate furniture. Yet, Ryoji proved to be annoyingly simple to find, since he was relaxing in his bedroom. Giving a chirp of,          "Come in!" When Minato thought to finally knock. So, the sacrifice stepped into the room. Finding a large master bedroom with darker wood on the walls that would match the halls, yet a light cream carpet adorned with an intricately designed, colorful rug at the foot of the massive canopy bed and a smattering of clothes across the floor and even on the dresser and desk. It was well lived in, not as messy as Minato's apartment had been, but Ryoji had left a mark there. I guess that throws a wrench at the theory of him being Thanatos, huh? The sacrifice thought. But his examination of the setting paused when the man on the bed spoke again from where he lay in the bed,         "Can I help you, funeral lily?" Tilting his head a bit while he watched the midnight-haired man meander over to the foot of his bed. Running a finger over the design decorating the yellow comforter before sitting down. For a moment, the duo sat in silence. The god's assistant waiting for the explanation for Minato's sudden visit. Minato enjoying the fight of the colorful and slightly childish decor Ryoji had, against the dark, gloomy architecture.      "You still want to make me happy in my time here, right?" Minato asked coolly after a moment. Moving from sitting on the edge to crawling up the bed until he could stare down into Ryoji's wide, sapphire eyes.      "Uh, yes?" The brunette answered. Watching with confusion and pink-dusted cheeks as the sacrifice straddled his hips to undress.       "Then, I want to fuck. Now."       "Now?! W-wait, like now-now? But this is your last day here, don't you want to do something else? Like, go for a walk? Explore the entire mansion? It's got a lot of nifty secret passages and stuff." He offered, but Minato tossed his dress to the ground as if he hadn't spoken.        "Ryoji, I've tried to fuck you twice now. How much clearer do I have to be on what I want from you?" He snapped, glaring down at the man beneath him. Watching those beautiful eyes shimmer with tentative lust when he lowered his head until he could feel the man's quick breaths on his face, and he asked, "Ryoji, be honest. Have you actually fucked a sacrifice?"         "Yes!"         "And do you want to screw me?" He asked next, watching the man falter and think before he managed,         "Well, yes." turning pinker when the man slid his fingertips from the base of the brunette's neck to his shoulder while he spoke. "You're a very handsome man, and, um, you look nice in a dress."         "Well then, why are you so skittish about this? It's just sex." As he spoke, Minato trailed his hand down Ryoji's chest, picking open the buttons of the white shirt he permanently seemed to be wearing as he went. All the while, Ryoji seemed to mull over his words.         "This...Doing this won't hurt though, will it?" He inevitably asked, making Minato snort. I should've known that was the hang-up.          "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He assured, ending the debate by capturing the brunette's mouth in a kiss. Following his lead, the man wrapped his arms around the sacrifice. Letting him take the lead and explore his soft body to find all of the spots that made the man writhe. Which, was a position Minato was more than happy to take in the dynamic. Starting with the buttons of Ryoji's shirt, the midnight-haired man snaked a hand under the shirt and over his bare chest. Moving down to his side until he could run his nails gently from his hip to the bottom of his ribs. Humming into the mint-chocolate flavored kiss at the way his companion shuddered beneath the careful pain. A sign he took as a green light. So, he broke the kiss to begin a trail of butterfly kisses from the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, and down his neck. Going until he could nibble a hickey onto the particular spot that got him sharp breaths and curses. Once the shirt was undone, Minato was quick to get Ryoji's suspenders and scarf tossed to the side as well. Continuing his trail of kisses and nips down the brunette's soft body until he stopped at his slacks. Once he'd hit that roadblock, he took the chance to move so he could sit between Ryoji's thighs and run a finger from his zipper, over the impressive tent formed by some simple heavy petting.          "Well. I suppose this leaves little question about your attraction.~" Minato teased. Getting a huff of laughter before a breathy gasp interrupted. Drawn out when the blue-haired man pressed his palm to Ryoji's groin. Enjoying the lustful noises that the pressure earned before he finally tugged at Ryoji's waistband. In response, the brunette obediently lifted his hips and let the sacrifice pull his pants off. Watching Minato toss his pants to the carpet with his other clothes, soon followed by his boxers.        "Do you, by chance, have any sort of lube?" he asked the breathless brunette while running the pad of his finger up the underside of his twitching dick, feeling his own warm haze settling in as he admired the healthy measurement the assistant had. Ryoji, though, he could see was in the thick of it. His blue eyes unfocused as he tried to think, his breathing heavy, and his cheeks flushed a bright pink hue despite only starting the fun.        "I should, in the nightstand," He finally offered, and when Minato checked, he was right. Yet, the boy didn't grab for it yet. Instead, he continued ghosting the tips of his fingers up and down Ryoji's impressive length until he whined.  Only then did he take a shred of sympathy and wrap his hand around the deific assistant's twitching shaft to continue the torment with slow pumps instead. Only pausing to tease the head and swipe away the precum that beaded up. All the while, the sacrifice's blood thrummed with warmth and electricity each time Ryoji breathed out a curse, squirmed under his touch, or moaned. I was so right. That lustful voice in his head crowed, tugging at the smug smile that Minato wore as he worked Ryoji as close as he could to orgasm. Right before he let go. At the abrupt loss of warmth and friction, the brunette blinked and pushed himself up to try and find the problem.         "W-why'd you stop?" He asked, almost a whine,         "You're getting riled up too fast. It wouldn't be fun if you came early and ended up overstimulated before I even got inside of you." The emo pointed out. Ignoring Ryoji's glare in favor of leisurely rummaging around in his bedside table for the bottle of lube. Yet, instead of giving in to the needy, hopeful looks his partner gave him when Ryoji saw the bottle, Minato continued to prolong his game by pouring lube on his fingers and thoroughly ensuring they were coated. All under the impatient, watchful eye of his companion.           "This won't hurt, right?" He repeated, and it took a lot of self-control for the blue-haired male to not roll his light grey eyes. Only leaning over to kiss the anxious virgin and push him to lay back down.           "Relax, and it won't be too bad, trust me." He assured when he finally broke the kiss. Moving back to his exposed neck to nibble and kiss his sweet spot to distract him from the feeling of the first finger slipping into him.         "O-oh my god that's weird..." Ryoji gasped, reaching up to grab the sacrifice's shoulders as if to push him off. But, that reaction soon melted into wrapping his arms back around the sacrifice's neck and trying to adjust to the intrusion.          "Relax, you'll get used to it." He reiterated. Kissing his neck and face between his words, running his free hand up the brunette's stomach and chest until he could thread his fingers through his swept-back hair. Littering him with sweet affections until he settled down and completely melted against him again. Making it easier for Minato to begin thrusting his finger into him at a slow pace. The sacrifice making sure to meet each of Ryoji's whines and groans with small bits of praise that seemed to keep him too deep in the fog of bliss to worry about the new feelings. Especially the new sensation brought when he slipped a second finger into his hole.         "You're doing well, Ryoji."         "Good job, stay like this and you'll have no issues taking me."          "You look so pretty moaning like that, keep it up." Finding that calling him pretty or a good boy was all it took to have the brunette moaning. I didn't take the death god for having a praise kink. He thought, though while the thought got a small laugh, he didn't risk ruining the mood by acknowledging the unspoken truth. Instead, he pulled himself free of the brunette's hold and pulled his fingers free of the squeeze of his hole.         "H-hey!" Was the responding squawk. Those vibrant blue eyes glaring at him while the shaggy-haired male calmly wiped his fingers clean. And, though his companion's impatience and annoyance amused him, Minato stifled the urge to give a smug smile. Focusing on administering a slow, measured amount of lube to his dick under the watchful gaze of the god's assistant.         "Will you have a crumb of patience, Ryoji? I'm not going to walk off, y'know." He teased with a snort. Repressing the noticeable shudder that the friction drew out while he spoke. Though Ryoji didn't seem focused on anything but the slow strokes of the sacrifice's hand. So he didn't notice the crack in Minato's usual flat attitude as he huffed out,         "It feels good, Sue me for being excited." Which made the boy snort again, but he didn't bully the pudgy assistant further. He just grabbed Ryoji's hip to keep him still and lined himself up to push in. And, if his own hand got a shudder out of Minato, the delicious feeling of sliding into Ryoji's well-prepared, eager heat could've unraveled the sacrifice before he could even move. But, he kept it together. Pausing to take a deep breath or two to tamp down the flurry of dizzying electricity flying through his muscles. Chill out, Arisato. He told himself. Blinking to try and clear the lustful haze from his foggy eyes, You can't cum in two seconds. You can't rail this man into the headboard. He's a god, he can take it, but that's not an impression you wanna leave. And, while the reminder annoyed the man's internal horndog, it also cooled the ruthless fire in his blood enough for him to begin thrusting. And, despite his hormones and neglected needs kicking him in the teeth, the man did keep his wits about him. At least, enough to keep his thrusts slow and gentle at the start.          "Relax, Ryoji. It's no different than my fingers, calm down." He hummed when his companion began inching away on instinct. Giving him a few small kisses and drinking down the conflicted whimpers his slow movements earned. Distracting him until he felt the brunette relax around him, and could watch the lust win out. "See? Not as scary as you though~" He purred, moving his head to leave a few more marks along Ryojis throat and sweetspot in response to the god's assistant clawing into his back. Though, when he pulled back a bit to look down at his handiwork, his smile grew at the sight below him. Despite his movements being careful and slow, Ryoji's sapphire eyes washed over with a blissful haze. His cheeks pink, and his breath uneven between loud mewls. Minato could almost feel the heat in Ryoji's blood through his skin. Which, stirred sparks of lightning in his own stomach and lured out a few quiet moans from the sacrifice. Again, he was right, Ryoji did make cute noises, and he did look adorable beneath him. God, I've missed this, was his first thought at the sight. One of the last ones he could string together before finally letting himself bury his dick deeper into the eager warmth and move faster. All under the storm of swirling desire and lust. Growing into a heated, needy tornado fuelled by the mixed sounds of the duo's bodies moving together and lascivious noises. Shit, wait, I'll get in trouble if I hurt Ryoji too bad. The logical part of him tried to remind. But, Ryoji all but yowled encouragement and clung to him like a cat when he sped up. So that concern was squashed under Minato's selfish chase. So long as Ryoji isn't crying, we're fine. He told himself, pulling himself out of the brunette's hold to resituate himself. Slowing down only to trade the speed for deeper, rougher thrusts that made his partner's back arch, his legs wrap around the sacrifice, and his fingers tangle in the pillowcase to make a beautiful sight Minato doubted he'd forget anytime soon.          "Mmph! F-fuck, wai-" Whatever plea the god's assistant had fell short under the tsunami of euphoria Minato saw flood into his eyes. Instead, Ryoji only moaned and wrapped his legs tighter around the blue-haired sacrifice. Trapping him in his clenching hole until the needy squeeze finally drug Minato into a burst of blinding pleasure with him. In the depths of the fiery burn of electricity, Minato hadn't noticed he'd collapsed onto Ryoji. But, when the brunette draped his arms over him with a brainless giggle, it began to sink in.       "Oh my god, that was great!" Ryoji panted, somehow managing to beam like a ray of summer sunshine so soon after getting fucked like that for the first time. "Is that how it feels for girls? If so, damn. I kinda wanna be a girl." he panted, making the sacrifice chuckle while he pulled away and out of him.       "You're the one who's fucked a woman here, Ryoji. I wouldn't know what it's like for them." but. the dick-drunk brunette put a stop to his escape by effortlessly pulling him back down.      "Wait, no, stay. You can stay here until Thanatos comes to get you." He assured, loosening his hold so the man could push himself up to look down at him again,       "What? Weren't you the one trying to get me to take a walk though?" He reminded, but Ryoji waved off his own words.        "Yeah, but now I want to cuddle. Humor me a little." He countered. Giving the blue-haired man a pitiful look until he groaned and flopped back onto his chest. And, for a while, the two lay in a comfortable silence. Ryoji enjoying the rush of orgasm, Minato trying not to focus on feeling gross or the restless burn building in his muscles. Just doing his best to humor the man until he finally had to point out,           "You do realize I can feel your cum drying on me, right?" Which got him his freedom in a flash. Despite letting him up, though, Ryoji insisted the sacrifice use his bathroom to wash up. giving him one of his shirts and pushing the man into the bathroom to bathe. All in spite of his snapping and complaints. Yet, when it was Ryoji's turn, Minato swapped the uncomfortable sentimentality of the offered button-up for his usual dress and left for the kitchen instead of waiting. Was that a mistake? He mused while snacking on some sliced cheese and crackers at the counter. I likely should've thought about this more. Because, if he's legitimately the god of death, I'm not gonna die, am I? He sighed at that thought, eating his food until Ryoji's sudden chirp made him jump,         "Ah! There you are!" Wrapping his arms around him as he spoke, somehow still dressed in his black slacks, button up, and suspenders as if he had no other clothes. An oddity for a man who surrounded himself with color. "Why'd you leave? And change? I thought you were cute in my shirt." Minato shrugged at that question,        "I got hungry."        "Oh! Well, I'll cook you something then, how about that?" He offered, letting him go and moving over to the fridge. "It's, like, evening at least, so I could justify some dinner." As he spoke, Minato watched him dig through his ingredients. Examining the chipper glow around the chubby man and letting him go about making him food.           "You wanna help?" The man asked, holding out the sunbeam-yellow rubber spatula to Minato in offering. Which, the sacrifice did take. Together, the two made an early dinner, then followed it with a messy brownie recipe for dessert. The sweets stuffed with cookie chunks, M&M's, caramel, and chocolate chips. Plus topped with fudge sauce, whipped cream, sprinkles, ice cream, and whatever other candy Ryoji could find in his cupboards. Creating a sugary, too-sweet, disgusting soup in their bowls. It was fun. When was the last time I've had stupid fun? Minato asked himself while sitting on the couch watching tv with Ryoji. Chewing on the question while a trashy survival show played. Nothing Minato usually watched, but he found that, with the god's assistant there to watch it with him, even the sickening mix of desserts couldn't ruin the ember of joy in his belly. Happy. Ryoji made Minato happy. When the realization dawned on him, a wave of icy regret extinguished that alien ember. Oh god, not this shit. I can't afford this. Glancing over to the brunette beside him, he could see the blissful ignorance of the sour taste creeping up the sacrifice's throat. Basking in the light atmosphere, his close proximity suddenly made Minato's skin itch.           "I'm gonna go back to my room." He declared, setting his bowl down with a heavy clack on the coffee table before standing up. Ignoring Ryoji's confused look and making a beeline for the door. But, his escape yanked to a stop when the brunette trapped his wrist in a vice-like grip.          "Wait! Why are you suddenly running off? Did I not give you enough attention? Did you want to fuck again?" He asked, the desperate, lonely edge in his words bringing out Minato's fangs.          "No, I want to go to my room. Fuckin' let go of me." He ordered, trying to pull his hand free of Ryoji's hold. But, the brunette actually did have a remarkable strength to him.         "Wait, no, please don't leave me- please don't leave. Thanatos is gonna come get you soon, I don't want to- I don't want you to be alone until then." He argued, half pleading while the blue-haired man felt the ominous bubble of sadness well up.         "Ryoji, please let me go. I don't want to be around you anymore. I just want to wait until Thanatos comes for me." He tried, doing his best to not come off as hostile and trap himself in a sobbing man's hold.        "B-but aren't you scared?!" The brunette squawked, Minato hissing at the way his hold turned bruising. "Y-you might be about to die, don't you want some company before that?"       "No, Ryoji. I've almost died many times, I'm not scared to go, okay? I simply don't want to be around anyone anymore." He tried again to pull his hand free, feeling tears beginning to well into his cloudy eyes at the growing ache in his wrist. "Will you please let me go? You're- you're hurting me, Ryoji. Let go!" Then, the resistance was gone. The wind and panic leaving him when his back slammed into the floor. Leaving the sacrifice staring up at the ceiling, waiting for his body to remember to breathe.          "I'm so sorry, Funeral lily! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't mean to drop you. Please don't be mad." Ryoji was begging, Minato coughing a bit as his breath returned. Yet, he still wasn't fast enough to scramble away before the brunette pulled him into a hug that he tried to resist.          "Ryoji, please just let me go. I just want to go to bed..." He tried again. Keeping his words calm, lessening the edge of hostility in his words to avoid upsetting the man further. Which, thankfully, got the man to let Minato out of the hug. So, the sacrifice scrambled to his feet, coughing once more before heading up to his room once more. The remainder of the night beyond that point had a tinge of tension and awkwardness in the air. Ryoji left Minato alone, and Minato watched the shadows on his balcony change. Guess I should thank him for sparing me the anxiety. He mused as he lay there, playing through the pitiful implosion that tainted the earlier fun. Now I have a reason to avoid him like the fucking plague until Thanatos gets me. Saves me from making awkward excuses and any feelings developing. Yet, as each passing hour ate into the night, the hope of being saved from the consequences of an impulsive hookup faded. As each hour passed, Minato's nerves grew more frayed. Please, please, please. I can't be right about Ryoji. He mentally begged whatever gods could be listening, Let me be wrong about this one thing. Or, let him kill me out of spite, anything. Do not let me stay here. Regardless of his pleading, morning rose above the horizon to find the sacrifice laying in the large be. Untouched, alive, and groaning as he curled up to hide beneath the crimson comforter. I need to get the hell out of here.

Part 3

TW: Mildly heated scene. Minato has some raunchy thoughts, they kiss a lil, this part and the next are a little spicier.

Also! Due to me working on this for a collective 10 months so far, I have had to rewrite a lot of this work. So, feel free to ask questions or point out spelling mistakes. I try to aim for an improvement in story and characterization, but sometimes I can only fix one. Either way, I hope you all continue to enjoy this story as it progresses <3

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Despite Ryoji's offer, Minato didn't come to him with his questions that first day. In fact, the sacrifice didn't emerge from his room for the first few days of his stay. Instead, he lay in the clean, warm safety of his bed. Sleeping off and on, and only peeling himself out of his comfort to fetch the food left in the hall or other bare needs.

But, he couldn't be left to his bliss forever. His quiet bubble popped by a knock at his bedroom door.

       "Minato? Are you okay in there?" Ryoji called through the door, "It's been three days, you should come hang out with me for a while, funeral lily." the brunette suggested. Pausing a moment before knocking again when the sacrifice only pulled the comforter over his head. "Alright, uh, I'm gonna go ahead and come in and check on you. Please cover yourself if you're indecent."

Minato then heard a soft click as his door opened and Ryoji crept in. coming over to pat the bed until he found the blue-haired male beneath the comforter.

        "Mina?" He whispered, shaking his shoulder a bit. When he still continued the act, the brunette tugged the blanket back. "There you are, I thought you had escaped, funeral lily." And in response, the sacrifice only sighed before pushing himself up once more.

        "I'm fine. You literally haven't said a word about me staying in here for days, why are you so worried now?" He asked, his words sharpened by his bland, disinterested tone, which made Ryoji blink.

        "I mean, I wanted to give you space to adjust. But, it's still my job to make sure you're safe and happy in your time here, so...here I am." He explained, reaching up to feel Minato's pale face for a fever, but the sacrifice was swift to swat his touch away.

        "I'm fine, just tired." Minato laid back down after that, rolling over to face away from the assistant.

Instead of getting the hint, Minato could feel those bright blue eyes looking over his disheveled state. The plain white dress poking out from beneath the messed up comforter, his messy, midnight-colored hair, and the mark left by the shackle on his pale wrist, all came together to stoke the concern that the assistant seemed to nurse.

       "How about you come down to the kitchen? I'll cook you some fresh food, you can get a nice shower, it'll be nice." He offered, straightening beside the bed as the sacrifice glared back at him

      "If I smell bad, fuck off. No one's handcuffing you to me."

        "I didn't mean that, funeral lily. I meant it might be nice for you to have a nice meal and a warm bath after being left out to turn into a popsicle." Ryoji explained, giving a small laugh at his own words while Minato rolled his eyes.

Despite the annoyance, though, he did toss the crimson comforter aside and push himself up. The brunette did offer his hand as the sacrifice sat up, but the gesture went ignored as the boy stood on his own. Wordlessly following the god's assistant out into the rest of the home.

In an unofficial tour of his new abode, the sacrifice took in the god of death's taste in interior design. Noting a fitting gothic aesthetic waiting. The hall having ornate end tables that fit the brown, almost black, walls and wood flooring. But, there was also a thread of color in paintings and bouquets of vibrant flowers in pretty vases.

That same trend of vampiric-style furniture mixing with vibrant colors continued on the first floor of the mansion. Though, the off-white tiles and open, opaque white curtains letting the winter sunlight in lightened things up a lot.

         "You like it? I decorated it myself." Ryoji preened, waiting at the foot of the stairs with a smile for the sacrifice to catch up. Though, all Minato gave was a noncommital shrug before continuing down the rest of the stairs. Following his tour guide to the kitchen next. "How do you like your eggs? Scrambled? Sunny side up?" Ryoji asked, throwing open the doors and going to the fridge to dig out breakfast ingredients. Minato, meanwhile, drank in the new room. Dark, warm colors in the marble countertops and cabinets, black-and-white checker tile floor, and snow-colored curtains over the sink window and glass doors. And, of course, more colors in the form of cooking utensils, oven mitts, and dish rags.

        "I don't care." He finally threw out, drifting over to the back door and moving the curtain to look outside.

        "Scrambled it is."

While the brunette began to cook, Minato only stood and looked out the French doors. Watching the weak winter sun turn the past day's blanket of snow into a field of diamonds.

         "How do you have flowers in winter?" He eventually asked. Glancing over to watch the brunette duel-wield two pans to cook sausage and eggs.

         "Easily! I buy fake ones." Ryoji chuckled, the simplicity of it making the sacrifice snort as well.

         "Am I allowed to go outside?" He asked next, ignoring the way the scent of food awoke his hunger at last,

         "Out in the garden? Yeah, but not alone and you can't go beyond that." The brunette hummed, making the boy scowl at the thought of requiring the brunette for simple walks.

        "So I need an escort. Fun." Ryoji shrugged at the annoyance,

        "Thanatos doesn't want his sacrifices wandering off or getting hurt. Can't have you trying to fly, y'know?" Yeah, Thanatos. But, the brunette didn't hear that thought as he cooked a pile of scrambled gold and sizzling sausage. "Thanatos only wants his sacrifices happy."

After that, Minato took a moment to watch the snow glitter and listen to Ryoji toast bread while he repeated, The god of death wants me to be happy. The thought made his chest tighten and his stomach churn like bitter butter, If he wanted me happy, he should've...

What should Thanatos have done though?

Comparatively, it was true that the god had given Minato a better life than he had only a few days ago. The home he had now was bigger, cleaner, and all around better than his apartment with no current demand for rent. And, while he no longer had his anti-depressants, Ryoji was more likely to appropriately medicate him than his original doctors if he needed it. So, was it that hard to believe the god of death wasn't looking to torture him? God, it's depressing how much of an improvement this is. He thought with a sigh.

Despite that thought, though, the midnight-haired sacrifice moved on to his next set of questions.

      "So, if I'm not allowed to leave, how exactly do you plan to keep me here?"

       "I'm stronger than I look, and!" He paused to shoot the midnight-haired boy a charming smile that sparked a pop of warmth in his belly. "I'm usually pretty enough to convince people to stay without much of a fight. Though, I can't say if that would work on you specifically," Which, Minato didn't confirm nor deny. He simply took his plate of food when offered it and moved to sit at the island.

       "Y'know, there's one fatal flaw in your god's security system." He pointed out,

       "And that is?" Ryoji asked, sitting on the other side of the island from him.

       "At least one of us here needs to eat, and I didn't see any chickens in the yard." He pointed out. Ryoji snorting as he watched Minato eat, "So, what's keeping me from bolting when you go out shopping? Do you take the sacrifices with you?" And Ryoji shrugged,

       "You've got a point, I will admit. But, usually, my charms and pretty smile make the women not want to run. Though, if they were to run off, during my two-hour shopping trips wouldn't be the best time. They'd have better chances running when I go out for the month." He argued, right before squashing any schemes with, "But, none of them have stayed long enough to try that..."

The two fell into a bit of a somber silence for a few moments as Ryoji's words hung between them ominously before Minato spoke again,

       "You go out for a month at a time?" Ryoji gave a bark of laughter in response.

       "No! Sacrifices are...only here for a week or so out of the year, I'm here year-round." He explained, hiding the twinge of loneliness Minato heard by pressing on, "So, I'm allowed to go out three times a month so long as no sacrifices are here. If I didn't, I'd go insane and lose my edge." Minato nodded before he followed his inquiry up with,

      "What happens after that week is up?"

      "I...dunno, Thanatos doesn't tell me where he takes them. He...takes them."

The blue-haired man let the admission sit on the island like a decorative bowl of fruit between them. Taking the small drop in conversation to mull things over. Well, I've already been here three days. That means I have about four left, right? Do I die after that? And, the thought of dying didn't upset him as much as the thought of leaving the beautiful mansion did. After all, it felt like he'd just gotten there, and now he was being dragged away to somewhere new, and possibly worse.

Though, he was torn from stirring his melancholy into his overcooked eggs for flavor when the pretty brunette cleared his throat.

        "Hey, you wanna cuddle after you're done?" And, the bluntness of the question made the sacrifice's stormy eyes dart up to him. Yet, close scrutiny of that adorable face brought no signs of sarcasm or perversion, only earnest offering. "I know it's odd to offer so soon after you've come out of hiding, but physical contact helps mental health sometimes. So, I thought it'd be nice to offer so you don't get so depressed, maybe." He added in explanation, Minato able to see the pink tint creep over his cheeks for a moment or two.

        "You worry over my mental health?" He asked, more skeptical than he should have been. The assistant only nodded though,

        "Mental health is included in my job of keeping sacrifices happy. So, if you would like, I can cuddle you. All platonic, of course, no weird undertones." He assured while Minato mulled the offer over for a long moment before he finally nodded.

        "Okay."

Ryoji stared at him with a glint of surprise in his sapphire eyes for a few seconds at that. Then, a bright smile spread across his round face.

        "Wonderful! Do you have any issues with laying on me? I don't wanna cage you in or crush you into a very cute meat puddle." He giggled, the sacrifice snorting at the odd compliment and mental image that made him fight a smile.         "No, that's fine. Thanks for the concern for my bones, I guess." Ryoji nodded at that, getting up and heading out of the room with the midnight-haired man following.

The next room he walked into was spacious and decorated with the same dark, gothic aesthetic. Full of dark, reddish-purples, browns, and blood-colored velvets. With sunny yellow throw pillows and a matching blanket draped over the velvet couch that Ryoji flopped onto. The brunette grabbing the remote off of the ornately carved coffee table to flick the tv on,

         "To, uh, curb any awkwardness." He explained. The blue-haired man nodded but still stayed by the door.

You agreed to this, you can't get weird about it now. He mentally chided himself, It's platonic anyways. No pressure, only mental health care. Yet, that seemed to be the issue. The sheer thought of being held with zero sexual intentions tied his stomach in knots. But, Ryoji was watching him with such sweetness in his eyes, that Minato couldn't find a good excuse to back out now. The brunette seemed eager to cuddle him, so the sacrifice took a deep breath and finally moved over to the couch. Hesitantly crawling onto Ryoji to lay with his head on his chest and half of his body sandwiched between the brunette's body and the back of the couch. His other limbs left to drape over the assistant's body.

With a few adjustments made for comfort as well as making sure Minato's dress didn't ride too far up, the assistant wrapped his arms around him. Keeping his hands to an uncomfortably polite spot on his upper back while they lay there. Letting the television fill the air with whatever show played. It was...nice.

It was nice to lay in the quiet living room. Watching some detective drama while listening to the brunette's heartbeat and slow breathing. The scorch of such intimate contact even began to fade into a blissful warmth after a few moments. When Ryoji began mindlessly rubbing his back, Minato was sure he'd melt like room temp butter in the summer, but at the same time, that blissful warmth began to grow into a deeper burn.

So, the man looked up to his companion. Finding that the brunette was completely thoughtless. Watching the moving pictures on the tv with no sign of comprehension beyond that. He seemed completely at ease and comfortable on that couch with him. Which, somehow seemed to emphasize exactly how gorgeous the taller man was.

His body was completely non-threatening. Nothing but curves and warmth that would definitely be a wonder to be on top of. With a face that was gorgeous to see tinted pink and a voice that would lend itself amazingly to a symphony of noises.

Kiss him. A small voice whispered, growing louder the longer Minato admired his companion. Kiss him. Grab him by the scarf and make him mewl. That part of him demanded, giving him the strength to reposition himself to look down at the pretty man. When the spaced-out brunette finally zoned back in and noticed the change in position, though, he struck. Silencing any attempts to question or speak by busying that pretty mouth with his own. Only allowing a surprised hum from the man before the sacrifice swiped his tongue over his bottom lip to get instant permission.

Ryoji tasted cold, yet sweet. Like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Which, made the blue-haired male give a small hum. In response, the brunette smiled into the kiss. Moving a hand into the sacrifice's shaggy hair when the kiss grew more heated.

From there, Minato looped his arms around the brunette's neck and tangled his fingers in his hair in return. But, where Death's assistant was gentle and sugary sweet, the sacrifice didn't hesitate to tighten his grip on Ryoji's slicked-back hair while they kissed. Feeling a much more comfortable thrill go through him when the brunette let slip a pleased moan. Just as nice a noise as Minato had thought it would be.

Yet, when the brunette let the hand he'd kept out of his hair slide down his back to squeeze his ass, it was Minato's turn to give a surprised noise. A noise he regretted when Ryoji moved his hand back up and broke the kiss.

        "Shit, I'm sorry." He breathed, looking away with a fresh dusting of blush on his cheeks.

        "For what? I literally started this." Minato snapped. That unquenched fire burning in his stomach turned to annoyance as Ryoji argued,

        "I mean, yeah, but that doesn't mean- I mean, I shouldn't assume how comfortable you are."

        "Are you joking, dude? I'm grinding my dick into you, and you don't think I'd want my ass grabbed?" Minato deadpanned. Glaring down at the brunette, who could only squirm beneath his thunderous expression.

        "Okay, you...have a point." He admitted, "But it's just...I-I haven't slept with a man. I've slept with some of the sacrifices, that's fine, but they've all been girls." Squeaking when the midnight-haired man caged his head between his hands and asked,

        "so, do you want to fuck a man, or not? You were fine kissing me, so I don't get this." He gestured to the brunette. But when a long pause passed with no answer, he yanked his leg free of the couch and adjusted his dress' skirt as he got up. "Whatever. I'm gonna go back to my room. If you can get over this, you can come find me."

Even as he snapped it out, Minato could recognize that his words were too harsh. Logically, he could understand why Ryoji would hesitate. But, that didn't mean he had to be happy at how high and dry his indecision left him. If the brunette decided to bite the bullet later in the night, he'd teach him a few things. But, until then, the sacrifice allowed himself an ill temper.