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UNHOLY - Chapter Five

full masterlist || UNHOLY chapter index

genre: supernatural au

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

tags: polyamory, smut!, threesome, oral sex, demon sex, found family

length: 13,501 words

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The world wavers and blurs when you next open your eyes.

You’re in a familiar bed in a familiar studio apartment with the familiar view of a dusky orange sky and a burnt out city. You’re back in Hell City, that much you’re sure of, but you don’t know how long you’ve been unconscious. The apartment is quiet around you, and as you stare up at the ceiling your mind whirs over the painful events that led up to your return.

The pastor’s decision to fetch an exorcist for you.

Ten’s promise to not leave you alone.

Hansol returning with the pastor.

Was he the exorcist? Or was it by some twisted miracle just happenstance. That’s the option you know you would prefer, but the feeling in your gut tells you otherwise.

You lie there for several long minutes, watching the light of the city play across the ceiling as your mind refuses to comprehend. Hansol couldn’t be an exorcist could he? He was young, not to mention he’d been very sexually active with you, and don’t you have to be an old priest who’s sworn to celibacy to become an exorcist? What was he doing there? What had he been doing with you, if he was somehow in fact an exorcist?

But more than just your questions about that situation, you wonder where Ten and Yuta are. Ten had vowed to not leave you alone, but then where is he?

“You’re awake.”

You leap out of your skin at the sound of a voice right beside you. Your vision blurs, unfocused as you turn to look beside you at the startling shape of a man in the bed with you. You blink a few times, and the haziness fades, bringing recognition with it.

Mark. The vampire.

He’s on top of the sheets whereas you’re tucked in safely beneath the covers, but Mark is propped up against your pillows, looking sleepy and far too comfortable considering that you’ve never had him in your apartment before. In the time since you last saw him, you forgot some of the details of him: the little moles, his wide eyes, the little upward tilt of his lips as he quickly looks you over.

Sleepily, he mumbles, “They’ll be so happy you’re awake.”

You sit up in bed, pressing your hands against the mattress. Neither of your hands are broken any longer, you realize. The searing pain of shattered wrists and all the fine bones in your hands is gone. They feel just as fine as they always have, and there aren’t even bruises or scars.

Mark yawns, stretching his arms above his head. You notice the sleeve of his shirt is stained with blood. There are shadows beneath his eyes, his skin fairly pale otherwise.

“Why are you here?” You ask, looking around the room. This is definitely your apartment. Your things are still here. But there’s no sign of the demons. “Where are Ten and Yuta?”

“Wreaking vengeance probably,” Mark says, sinking back down comfortably into your bed, tipping his head back on one of the pillows. His eyes sink shut. “I’m here because you were injured. Broken wrists and hands. Bruised ribs. Exhaustion. Blessing burns, fucking holy ones.”

You don’t understand why he’s here, though. What could he have done for you? “And you’re a doctor or something?”

“Or something.” Mark smiles faintly, still not opening his eyes, but he shortly offers up further explanation. “Vampire blood heals. You needed a lot of healing. Unfortunately I was already a little low on supply before I got the call from Yuta, but I can’t ignore an SOS call like his. So you’re all healed up. Ten made me promise not to leave you alone, plus I need some rest until they get back from their revenge plans and can provide me with some fresh blood. Unless you’re offering?”

He peeks at you through one slit eyelid.

“No, I’m not offering.” You turn away. “But, thank you, Mark.”

“Na uh pro’lem,” he mumbles, “Shleep now.”

He probably needs it. He’s more gray now than just pale. The shadows are even deeper around his eyes. If he was human, you would say that he was on the verge of death, but he’s not human. What happens when a vampire has no blood in his system, you wonder. Does he die? You really hope Mark doesn’t die in your bed right after saving you.

You watch him rest. You appreciate that he’s healed you, that he’s stayed with you. And your heart warms in your chest, thinking about what he’d said, that Ten made him promise not to leave you alone. You brush your fingers over Mark’s forehead, his skin disturbingly cold beneath your touch, and you fix his hair a little where it’s fallen over his forehead.

He looks so different like this than he has any other time you’ve seen him. He seems young and vulnerable, not like a vampire who wields a decent amount of power and celebrity status here in Hell City. Here he looks just like a young man, recently out of boyhood, and if you ignore the gray pallor to his skin, you can pretend that he’s just a young man sleeping, not a vampire desiccating in your bed, waiting for a pair of demons to return to him with fresh blood.

Luckily, you don’t have long to wait for Yuta and Ten’s return.

One instant, your apartment is deathly quiet, everything still, and then Yuta’s stumbling over to the bed. Ten flops across your legs. A third figure (presumably the man who had broken your bones but freed you from bondage) slumps onto the floor at the foot of the bed, disappearing from sight.

“Shit,” Yuta curses, collapsing onto the edge of the mattress beside Mark. You watch as he lifts his wrist to his mouth. You see a trickle of deepest red, and then he’s holding his wrist to Mark’s lips.

“I didn’t know demons had blood,” you think aloud.

Yuta turns his head, his eyes still burning a deep infinite black. “We don’t.”

Ten, at your feet, rolls over to face you, and for the first time since their arrival you get a clear look at him. His eyes are also entirely awash in black, blood is smeared around his lips. “Demons can drink blood too,” he explains.

You don’t ask whose blood they’ve been drinking. You’re not entirely sure that you want to know, but your imagination supplies answers anyway—the pastor cornered in his small office, Ten crouching over him as he rips out the man’s throat, and Hansol, the exorcist, laid over the desk while Yuta drinks from him.

But you don’t ask.

You don’t want confirmation of your suspicions. Just a day ago, you’d considered the pastor a friend. Just hours ago, you’d considered Hansol a good guy that you were relieving basic human needs with. Even with the horrors that transpired over the last several hours, you can’t bring yourself to find anything but disgust in the idea of either of them experiencing violent deaths.

Instead you just watch the color and life flow back into Mark’s face. Color returns to his cheeks, the shadows vanish from beneath his eyes. His hands lift to Yuta’s arm, holding the wrist more firmly against his mouth. He drinks until Yuta’s cringing, until Yuta has to push his head away.

“I’m dry, man. There’s nothing more in there.”

“More,” Mark whines, blinking up at Yuta. His lips are red, a few drops leaking down his chin. You can see his fangs fully extended right now, sharp and stained pink. His eyes flick over to you, but Yuta grabs his chin, knuckles going white from holding on so tightly.

“You don’t touch her. Not without her permission, and not when you’re like this.” His voice is so commanding, that even you feel a little berated. Yuta tilts his head toward Ten. “You can drink from him.”

Ten climbs up the bed, smirking as he straddles Mark. “Come on, bro. Drink up.”

He bares his throat, already laughing as Mark bolts upright, his mouth at Ten’s throat.

You can’t watch this. The semi-violent way that Mark is drinking from Ten. It makes you think too much of what you’re trying to avoid thinking about – Hansol’s face with blank eyes, his throat torn out—

Yuta watches you as you get up on mildly unsteady feet and move away from the bed. The ground feels like sand beneath your feet, your legs wobble, so you lean your weight against the bed, working your way around it slowly. When was the last time you ate or drank anything? How long have you even been here, you wonder? Has it been an hour, multiple hours?

Just as you reach the foot of the bed, you remember the other man. He’s still slumped down on the floor, stretched out length-wise and face-down. He’s not moving at all, so you crouch down in front of him to check that he’s alright.

“Hello?” You poke his shoulder, and when you get no response, you reach for his face, turning his head to the side.

That’s when you recognize him.

“WinWin?”

His eyes move beneath his eyelids, but he doesn’t stir.

Immediately, panic courses through you. Is he hurt? Is he dying? You’ve only met him twice, but you liked him enough, and you feel horrible that he may have gotten hurt in rescuing you or during whatever came to pass afterwards. The fact that he came to your rescue at all surprises you. WinWin is barely more than a stranger, yet still you’re worried for him.

“He’s alright.” Yuta comes around the foot of the bed, kneeling down beside you. “The wolf transformation takes a lot of energy out of him. He just needs rest.”

You don’t ask why WinWin transformed. You don’t need to paint an even uglier image of what kind of revenge these supernatural beings went seeking on your behalf.

Lightly, Yuta pulls a blanket off the end of the bed and drapes it over the wolf lying on your floor. There’s something bizarrely tender about the interaction, so much different from the last and only time you saw them together.

“What’s going on?” You ask, watching Yuta stand up again. “I’m gone for a month and now suddenly you’re friends with a werewolf? Specifically this werewolf.”

Yuta shrugs. “Things change.”

Okay, sure they do. But how?

“You need to eat,” Yuta says, walking away from you instead of offering further explanation. “What would you like?”

You’re starving, but you’re not sure that you’re really hungry. You’ve no appetite though your stomach is growling, the sound echoing in the empty pit of your stomach. “I don’t care.”

Yuta looks back over his shoulder at you. “That’s a lie.”

He snaps his fingers and points at the table in your kitchen, which transforms from empty to miraculously covered with an entire feast. “Eat.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking over towards the table, but as you draw even with Yuta, you pause. He opens his mouth, probably to command you to sit down at the table and eat before he has to force-feed you, but you take him by surprise when you wrap your arms around him and bury your face against his shoulder in a tight hug.

“Thank you,” you say softly. “For coming to save me. You could’ve ignored my call for help, but you didn’t. Thank you.”

His arms are just as tight around you. “You don’t have to thank me, my love. I told you before,” he sighs a little, resting his head against the top of yours as he says, “I’ll never let anything happen to you.” You hold each other for a while before Yuta turns his head, kissing the top of yours, and he pushes you gently away. “Now, eat, please.”

You find that you’re ravenous. The feast Yuta manifested for you has everything you could’ve wanted and more. There’s a whole roast chicken, a suckling pig, a dressed bird of some kind, a vat of mashed potatoes, there is pie and fruit platters, a fondue pot with items to dip in it, bowls of steaming ramen and stew, ingredients for wraps, sashimi, a wide bowl of jasmine rice, side dishes galore. Food of every kind that you’ve ever had and loved. You couldn’t eat all of this food if you sat here for a week straight, though you make a valiant attempt regardless.

Yuta sits beside you and watches you eat. For a while, neither of you speak, and the only sounds in your apartment are you munching away at the feast and Ten groaning quietly while Mark drinks him dry. But then Yuta shifts to lean his elbows against the table, propping his chin up in his hand as he looks right at you.

“I missed you,” he says quietly. “I feel foolish to admit it, but Hell City felt different without you. Empty. I didn’t realize how much I’d grown used to your company until you weren’t here. Ten felt the same,” he adds in an even quieter voice, casting a glance over to where Ten and Mark are still tangled on the bed. “I know you wanted nothing to do with us or this place, but did you think of us?”

Your mouth, at that moment, is stuffed full with chicken and a dinner roll, so you hold up your finger, imploring Yuta to wait a moment for you to chew and swallow.His face lights up, smiling brightly and whisker-like lines appear on either side of his nose as he scrunches it up. He reaches out to touch your hair, petting from the crown of your head down along your cheek.

The moment that your mouth is clear enough to do so, you tell him, “I thought of you all the time. Dreams and waking thoughts.” And you dive into telling Yuta everything that’s occurred over the last month that you were away. You delve into how you’d begun to feel crazy, how you’d been at war with yourself. You tell him about Hansol too, and Yuta’s eyes narrow.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to feel jealous,” you chastise him.

“I absolutely can feel jealous.” Yuta folds his arms in front of him, still resting on the table, still leaning towards you.

You push your plate away a little bit. “Well, don’t feel that way. I’m pretty sure you got your revenge. I don’t want details on what you, Ten, and WinWin were doing before you came back. I don’t want to know anything at all, okay? Let me just say, though, that Hansol was the man behind the pastor. I think he was the exorcist.” You frown.

Yuta laughs and then he laughs some more, and he continues laughing even as Ten finally approaches, squeezing onto the seat with you. Ten tugs you into his lap and wraps his arms around you. “What are we laughing about?”

“The guy she was sleeping with while she was home, she thinks he was the exorcist we rescued her from,” Yuta explains, still chortling. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so amused before.

You fold your arms over your chest, leaning back against Ten while he just hooks his chin over your shoulder. You pout, “I don’t think it’s very funny.”

“Of course not, darling,” Ten says, “But there is a sense of irony that you, a half-demon, may have been fucking a demon exterminator without his awareness of the situation.” You feel his leg jerk, and then there’s a thump beneath the table, and Yuta’s amusement fades into a glare pointed at Ten. Ten says, “More worrisome is that he could have been really dangerous if things had gone differently. You told me that he wanted to take you away, right? What if he suspected what you are, and bringing you along to move away from your town where everyone knows you was just a way for him to cover up? Like we were worried about dangers to you as soon as we discovered you in that cemetery.”

Yuta leans back in his chair. “I did warn you that it could be dangerous out there for you, didn’t I?”

You nod. He had warned you of that, but you didn’t think anything of it. You’d lived in your normal, human world for years before you ever met him or Ten without having any harm come directly to you. What are the odds that after leaving Hell City, within a month, you had someone like Hansol there with the power to destroy you?

You don’t like this topic at all. “That’s kinda the reason I decided coming back here with you two was my best option. I know now that it’s dangerous out there. I know that it’s dangerous for me to ignore this part of who I am, and if I don’t learn anything about the powers I might have, then I’m just leaving myself open to whatever harm might come my way. I want to change that.”

“You want us to teach you?” Ten asks.

You nod.

“Where do we begin?” Ten looks over at Yuta, and you follow his gaze.

Yuta shrugs. “At the start, I suppose. In the beginning, there was a void….”

Yuta begins with a thorough history of time as the demons tell it. From the beginning of everything, through the creation, to here and now. You sit and listen to him talk, to Ten talk, and after a while, Mark leaves the bed to join the three of you at the table. He listens as well, and he looks much better now that he’s had his fill from Yuta and Ten. Sometimes you ask questions, wondering at how this tale contradicts the one that you were raised on. Mostly you just listen and learn, reworking your understanding of the very fabric of the world you know.

Eventually, while you’re still sitting there, WinWin rises from the floor, dragging himself over to a seat on the other side of the table. He begins shoveling food into his mouth as well, slowly looking more alive and well with each mouthful. Mark just sits there observing WinWin’s endless eating with a hint of disgust mixed with mild appreciation.

WinWin makes a face at Mark, but continues eating. He catches your eye, offering you a smile and a wink before he tears voraciously into a roast duck.

“Have some manners, Win.” Yuta tosses a napkin at the werewolf as grease drips down his chin. “If you’re going to join the family, at least do that.”

Everyone looks sharply at Yuta, but he’s only looking at WinWin.

Your mind races, centered around that one word. Family. Are you a family? Is this your family now?

“You’ve shown that you have her best interests at heart,” Yuta says, his eyes flicking momentarily towards you. “You were right there alongside us as we freed her. And afterwards. She likes you for whatever reason, and as much as Ten fronts, he and I like you, as well.”

WinWin looks surprised, “Do you mean it? Because I don’t really have a pack, so if you mean it, I would be grateful.” His gaze moves over every face at the table, eyes soft and hopeful.

Ten sighs behind you, and his arms circle around your waist, hugging you back against him. “Honestly, wolf, you’re one of the good ones. If you need a place, a pack, a coven, here we are. Welcome to the family.”

You lean your head against Ten’s as he dips his mouth down to rest on your shoulder.

“Does that include all of us?” Mark asks.

Yuta grins. “Of course. Who says a family can’t be two demons, a werewolf, a vampire, and a half-demon?”

Mark laughs, WinWin smiles. Ten holds you just a little bit tighter.

For the first time since you left this place a month ago, a feeling of rightness settles into your bones.

You’re home.

After that night, it seems that they’re always there with you. Ten keeps the promise he made during their rescue of you, and you’re not left alone.

For the first day or two that you’re back in Hell City, you’re grateful for their presence. You don’t want to be alone at all, it gives you too much time to worry about what your life you’ve left behind is like. What happened to the pastor and to Hansol? How did you end up in bed with an exorcist? The four other members of your newfound family provide you with entertainment and distraction, regaling you with tales of adventures, parties, funny stories from Mark’s life as a human before he’d been turned.

For the first few days, it’s all just friendly.

No one flirts with you, though they’re all a little touchy, mostly Yuta and Ten, but you take that more as them having missed you while you were gone, of them needing reminders that you’re here with them.

Like when Ten had to leave for a little while on business for the demon Queen, and when he returned he looked at you like he’d not seen you in weeks, and when he sits down by you a little while later, he’d affectionately curled his hand around the back of your neck, holding your eye for a little longer than normal.

Or on one of those rare occasions in those first few days when you’d actually needed sleep. Yuta, Mark, and Ten were all there, quietly talking with each other as you crawled into bed. Time passed as you dozed, and you woke when Yuta crawled into bed. He’d not touched you at first, not until you mumbled his name sleepily. Then he’d moved closer, wrapping his arms around you, drawing you against his chest.

You like having all of them around.

You like the animated way that Mark talks. You like his laugh, a little too boyish for a vampire that’s known to own half of the underground scene in this city. You like how easily he gets flustered, and you like the way that when you’ve drawn the thick curtains over the windows of the apartment to at least give the feel of the hour being late despite the dusky orange glow of the city outside, that Mark gets introspective and deep.

You have good talks with Mark about religion, about how before he was turned, he’d been deep into faith. He tells you about the struggles he’d had with the transformation, the consequences of his vampirism, and the realization of this whole entire godless world of monsters. He talks with you about coming to terms with yourself, and it really helps to just talk with him about it because Mark gets it, he’s been where you are. He’s been through the questioning of faith, the realization that a lot of what you learned to believe were just stories. He tells you that it’s okay to be who you are.

With WinWin things are different.

He doesn’t like to be cramped up in your apartment all the time, so often you and him go out, walking around the city with him showing you places, introducing you to new people, other wolves, some more demons, some vampires, some of the odd tentacled people, and at a very interesting club underground beside the river, he even introduces you to some mermaids.

WinWin is friendly and sociable, always quick with a smile and a handshake, though he has his times too where he’s ready to just stay in with you, though that’s usually when the others are gone. You manifest a new enormous TV in your apartment, every movie that any of you can think of, all the snacks that movie marathons require, and you’d binge movies with him. Sometimes the others join in, but usually it’s just you and WinWin. He doesn’t make any moves, doesn’t try suggesting picking up where you’d left off that first night in the club, though you can’t deny that you do think about it.

Still, back here in Hell City, your dreams are plagued with layers of lust. If anything it’s so much worse now after having actually been around them. Without anyone to work your needs out with, you have vivid dreams involving mostly Yuta or Ten, but WinWin features in nearly as many, and Mark makes his share of appearances too.

And the thoughts of your dreams carry over into waking hours. So when you’re sitting out in the city, enjoying the openness of a vast park of rolling hills in the middle of the city, looking over at Yuta stretched out on a blanket beside you, maybe your gaze lingers on his abdomen where his shirt has pulled up a little longer than it should, focusing on the slight rise in his pants. Or when you’re with Ten and he’s showing you around a stolen art museum, all you can do is watch his hands and admire them as one of your favorite pieces of art in this place. With Mark you can’t help during your nights out all together at one of his clubs to watch how his personality changes from the sweet, kind-hearted guy you’ve come to know into the cocky coven leader whose fangs glint in the club lighting, looking so strong and in charge that you feel the same urge you had the first time you met him — to just climb into his lap and take a seat — now enhanced to make you wish he would tilt your head to the side and drink from you while you ride his cock.

And with WinWin there are so many times when you’re alone together, either out in the city or in your secluded apartment. When his hand might brush against yours in the street and your skin tingles with heat. When he’s introducing you to his acquaintances, he places a hand on your shoulder, briefly on your waist or the small of your back. There’s a time, during a night out all together, now that WinWin has been welcomed as a part of this family, that you spot him hooking up with a pretty woman, her hands running all over him as he has her pinned to the wall in a dark corner. You try not to stare, but it’s WinWin and you’ve been in that same position with him before, so seeing it from an outside perspective makes your gaze linger, watching as he and this stranger kiss, as her hands disappear down the front of his pants.

You look away after that, returning to the table to seat yourself between Ten and Mark, the latter of which manifests a fresh drink for you since you apparently look like you need it. Ten tucks you into his side, and his scent clings to your skin hours later when you lock yourself away in your bathroom to get yourself off in the shower, desperately horny because of the lingering heat and scent of Ten’s cologne as well as the memory-turned-fantasy of hooking up with WinWin.

But you try to not let any of this affect how you are with all of them.

Some nights Mark takes you out to his clubs alone, though you have the strong suspicion that Ten or Yuta tags along in disguise, flitting through the shadows in an attempt to remain unobserved.

You think they must be testing you when they do that.

Ever since your return, Yuta had filled your mind with the histories, slowly preparing you for lessons in demonhood. He and Ten both had first attempted to help you expand your awareness of your surroundings, opening your mind to be able to sense lives around you, to better be able to detect danger where it lurked. You weren’t too good at it yet, but it was relatively early in your lessons still. You were still learning, much to the amusement of your other two friends.

There are plenty of times when one or more of them stay the night. You have enough room for them, especially when more often than not Yuta or Ten ends up curled up on the bed with you. Mark doesn’t even sleep, but he stays some nights, sitting in front of your windows that overlook the city. WinWin likes to curl up on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, watching movies.

Some nights, they’re all there. Nights like those, you practice your demon lessons with Yuta and Ten while WinWin and Mark watch you grow increasingly frustrated with your own lack of progress.

It’s been weeks, and still you feel like you’re not accomplishing anything. Still just as powerless as you’d been before you even knew that any of this world existed.

“You’re not full-demon, so don’t expect to be able to do everything we can.” Yuta explains right now, watching you as you attempt to summon a flickering flame to the tip of your fingers like Ten is doing. They’re both sitting cross-legged on the floor with you. Mark and WinWin are both seated above the three of you on the sofa. A movie is playing on your TV, one of Mark’s requests from when he was human.

The most you’ve done so far is summon a spark to dance at the tip of your index finger, but Ten’s sitting across from you with flames on each of his fingertips.

You sigh in frustration. “I’m starting to feel like you’re lying to me about being a demon. You two can burst into full-body flames and do all kinds of things, and this is all I can do?” You snap your fingers together, watching the spark jump to life right at the tip of your finger, a teeny tiny orange glow in the dim light of your apartment.

WinWin looks away from the TV. “I’d say that’s a lot of progress. Just earlier you couldn’t even do that.”

“Baby steps, baby girl,” Yuta says, reaching over to pat your knee. “I think that’s enough for the night. I’ve got some things I need to go take care of. Deals to check in on, and that kind of thing. Ten?”

Ten shakes his head. “No, I’m staying.” He watches you closely. “I'm gonna have a breakthrough with her. By the time you come back she’ll be a girl on fire.”

Yuta stands up. “I’m sure she will be.” He rests a hand briefly on your head, waves goodbye to Mark and WinWin, and then he vanishes on the spot.

Ten continues coaching you through the exercise, and after a while WinWin, struck by curiosity, slips down onto the floor into Yuta’s abandoned spot. He attempts coaching you too, taking it from the werewolf perspective of you always having the fire inside you like he’s always got the wolf inside him.

“And if you concentrate, you can bring it out.” He holds up his hand, and you watch as fur begins to emerge from his skin, claws growing from his fingers, his fingers shortening in length until he’s holding a paw up in front of you. You wish that helped, but still you continue to struggle to do more than summon that singular spark.

Mark stays until the movie ends, at which point he announces that he’s going out drinking, by which he means at a blood bar. WinWin decides to make his exit as well since his attempted help hasn’t shown any results.

You watch both of them walk out the door of your apartment, and then it’s just you and Ten.

He scoots closer to you on the floor. “Are you ready to give up?” He asks as he watches you slump back against the foot of the sofa. “Or do you want to keep trying? I think we’re almost there. That last spark looked bigger than the one before it.”

“I appreciate the optimism, Ten.” You slide your hands over the floor, feeling a staticky sensation in your fingertips, like they’ve fallen asleep. “I’m not sure I’m going to get it.”

“Not with that attitude.” Ten picks up both of your hands off the floor, pressing them between his. “I think you just need to know what it feels like, to know the feeling you’re going for, right?” He rubs his hands against yours, the friction starting up heat on your half-asleep hands. The staticky feeling fades, instead becoming almost hypersensitive, aware of each line on Ten’s palms, each of the rings he’s wearing. He says, “Just watch and feel.”

You watch, eyes focused on your hands sandwiched between Ten’s. You feel the way his hands rapidly heat up around yours, the way that it feels when a small flame suddenly bursts into existence at the tip of his middle finger.

You can feel it.

His finger is right alongside yours. You can feel the flickering heat of the flame, tickling against your skin in a comforting and familiar way. Like a butterfly’s wings or a heart beat.

“Do you feel it?” Ten asks softly.

You nod.

“Is this what you were imagining when you were trying to summon your own flame?” He moves his hand, twisting it around so he’s pressed palm to palm with your hand.

You shake your head no, your eyes locked on the flame where it touches your skin. This isn’t at all what you’d been imagining. You’d been thinking like a human about how it would feel to have a bit of fire on your skin, thinking it would be searingly hot, painful, stinging against your skin like the holy water had.

But you keep forgetting you’re unholy now, and flames don’t seem to hurt your kind.

“I was afraid, honestly.” You admit, watching in awe as Ten presses his middle finger against yours, like holding a lighter to a candlewick.

“And now?” He asks, and you quickly shake your head in response. “Good. Focus, for me, darling. Use my flame to start up your own. Focus on holding it there, holding its shape. Feed it with your own fire, and make it your own.”

You concentrate, breathing slowly, meditatively as you feel the soft heat of the flame on your fingertip. It just feels like Ten’s brushing it over your skin, but then suddenly you feel it. Like a magnetic connection, a tug behind your navel as a bit of his flame lights the tip of your finger.

You felt this tug earlier to a very small degree when you summoned the spark, but you feel it fully now. A firm connection between the fire at your fingertip and that heat that’s been settling inside you for weeks and weeks now.

Ten pulls his hand away, extinguishing his own flame, watching you as you keep this one going, as you feed into it little by little.

The flame flickers blue around the edges, you realize, lined on the inside with a deep orange that fades into the warm white gold at the center. You can feel now the way it flutters against your skin in time with your heartbeat. It grows warmer, in a comforting kind of way.

“You’re doing it,” Ten says with pride. “Now put it out. Try again for yourself.”

You don’t want to let the flame go. You like the feeling too much.

But you can feel that connection now to the fire inside you, like a physical thing inside you. And as you close your hand and let the flame evaporate into a trickle of smoke, you keep a hold on that connection.

“Okay,” you say, more to yourself than to Ten. “Let’s try this again.”

You concentrate on your breathing, on striking against the connection, on the tip of your finger. You feel a spark surging along the connection, and then there’s the light—a glow at your fingertip that grows, glowing electric blue at first before softening into orange and then yellow.

“I did it!” You cry out, excitement perhaps feeding a little too much into your energy.

The flame surges, blowing up a foot tall, sending off sparks.

“Woah!” Ten grabs your hand, blowing air out his lips as he brings your fingertip to his mouth.

The flame flickers and dies. The strong connection slips into the background. You can still feel it, but you’re not touching it right now. Instead all of your focus has shifted to the feeling of Ten’s lips against your fingertip, his hands around yours, the thrill buzzing inside of you at your success at last.

“You did it,” Ten says, smiling against your fingertip. “Next I’ll just have to teach you some control. But you get it now, just like I knew you would.” His lips brush against your sensitive skin with every word, sending you deeper into distraction.

You can’t hold yourself back. This is something you should’ve done weeks ago when you first returned here. And with the excitement coursing through you, the exhilaration at finally accomplishing a flame, you push away all of your doubts and the last clinging morality from your religious upbringing.

Your palms are still fire-warm when you cup them against Ten’s face. His eyes flicker between a natural brown and the cat-like gold as you pull him towards you, connecting your lips with his.

He makes a small sound of surprise, but he doesn’t hold back, falling into the kiss with you, moving over you as you tip yourself backwards.

It’s a hot, sharp kiss. Intoxicating.

Ten makes quiet noises as you kiss him, pleased sounds when you press your fingers through his hair, when you suck at his bottom lip, when you roll your body beneath his. He slips a leg down between yours, shifting his knee so his thigh presses between the apex of your thighs, giving you something to grind against while you kiss.

He breaks away, lowering his mouth to your throat, his nose trailing over your skin as he breathes in. “I don’t know how Mark resists you, if I’m being honest. You always smell so good, and I don’t even have the bloodhound senses of a vampire.” He presses his lips right over your pulse, his tongue dipping out to lick lightly over the sensitive spot.

You rock your hips against his thigh, and a sigh of his name breaks through your lips. “Ten…”

“Mm?” He hums, intent on kissing every inch of your throat it seems. He grinds his hips down against you, the bulge in the front of his pants grinding against your hip. “What, darling? Can you say it for me? Tell me what it is that you want from me?”

“I wanna have sex, don’t make me beg for it.” You drop your hands to twist in the fabric of his shirt. “I know you’ve wanted this for a lot longer than I have.”

Ten doesn’t confirm or deny your lighthearted accusation. But he does bring his lips back to yours, kissing you so deeply that your head thumps against the floor.

You hold him tight against you, rutting your hips against his thigh like a little wanton, but you don’t feel so bad because Ten’s grinding against you just as desperately. Maybe even a little bit more desperately than you, and when you slide your hands down his back, dipping your fingertips just beneath the waistband of his pants, he pulls his mouth away from yours, cursing under his breath as he really gets into it.

“I’m not going to find a tail or, like, a trident penis when I get your pants off, am I?” You tease, nipping at his bottom lip. “Demon that you are?”

Ten scoffs. “I’ve yet to find a halo on you, saintly little angel that you pretend to be. But I can grow a tail for you if that’s what you’re into, darling. Lesson two of demons: shape-shifting.”

You don’t know if he’s just teasing you or if demons actually can shapeshift. But at the moment, you’re not about to ask more about that. You just want him. You kiss Ten again, dipping your fingers inside his pants, digging your fingers in as Ten rocks against your hip.

“I know I’m a demon and everything, so you’re probably expecting a lot,” Ten forces out breathlessly. “But if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m just going to cum like this. Like one of your silly human boys.”

You snicker a little at that, but if you’re being honest, you could probably cum like this too if you kept it up. “Well, come on then. You just called me out for pretending to be a little saint, so help me stop pretending.”

“Right here?” Ten asks, already sitting up a little more to reach down for the waistband of his pants.

“No. The bed.” You refuse to just get fucked on the floor for your first time with Ten. You want it done properly. In the bed.

He grins, all the angles of his face sharp as he lifts you suddenly onto your feet with him, propelling you towards the bed. You’re both moving quickly, and you wonder if he’s using the speed that demons possess to get you in bed more quickly, to just shred away your clothes. But, to be fair, you’re also tearing at his clothes, popping off the buttons of his button-down knit sweater, shoving at his pants to get them off, and then he’s over you, your back pressed to the bed, neither of you wearing so much as a shred of cloth as Ten covers your body with his.

It’s quick, this change-up from being fully-clothed and making out on the floor, to fully naked in bed with his bare cock leaking against your thigh. But you’re so hungry for him now that you’re finally allowing yourself to be that you don’t care how quickly this is moving. Time doesn’t move in this place so you have forever to enjoy this with Ten, there’s no reason to draw out this first time just because it’s the first.

Ten drags your hips to the edge of the bed, his feet hit the floor and you look up at him as Ten takes his cock and teases the tip along your pussy. You’re already so wet for him. He’s perfect, you just know that he’s going to fit perfectly inside you without him having to do much work beforehand to get you ready for him.

You reach for him right as Ten starts to slide into you, pressing his hips forward slowly as he sinks his cock into your heat. Your fingers press against his sides, the bottom curve of his ribs, and you look up at all of him. He’s… normal, you realize. He’s a demon but he’s just Ten. There are no horns, no tail, no forked penis. Sure, he has markings on his arm, but those could pass as tattoos, though you know from talking with him that they’re demon marks, like badges of honor.

He’s like any other man that you’ve shared this same moment with. You don’t feel the guilt or shame, the sinfulness of having a demon inside you. He’s just Ten.

Ten still makes quiet noises, and you really like how vocal he is. All of these little grunts, groans, sighs, and half-muffled moans. It’s cute and sexy, the way he’s letting you know without words how good he’s feeling right now. You’re quiet in comparison, but not because you don’t also feel good–you feel very good, courtesy of his cock right against that spot inside you, the skillful roll of Ten’s hips, the way that he touches you otherwise, externally with his fingers light on your clit and his other hand tracing the curve of your body to your breasts.

At last, a sound escapes you when Ten’s thumb on your clit starts making tight circles, and his other hand plays with your tit and swirls that thumb around the nipple. You trail your fingertips down over his stomach, down to cover his hand between your legs with your hand.

Ten flattens himself over you, pulling your hand and his away from between your legs. He twists his fingers with yours, pressing your palms together, pushing your intertwined hands up above your head as his other hand wanders from your tit to your neck, putting just enough pressure that you lift your head from the bed to meet Ten’s kiss.

Your breasts press to his chest as Ten starts fucking you in earnest, driving his cock in against your G-spot with each thrust. He’s making all of his gasps and moans directly against your lips now, and the friction between your bodies calls back to the heat generated between your palms earlier before he produced the flame for you.

“Fuck,” Ten moans, lifting his chest away from yours. His hand stays at your neck, the other drifting back down to your clit. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

You cover his hand at the side of your neck, your other hand stroking along his arm as you beg, “Yeah, Ten, I need to feel you cum.”

His sharp smile turns charmingly crooked as he holds himself up, sliding both of his hands down to hold your hips as he fucks into you intensely. You can feel your orgasm growing close too, the heat and tightness of it, the loss of control as you keep rabbiting your hips to fuck yourself onto his cock with each of his thrusts.

Ten’s eyes flood black, heat surging from his skin as he rolls his hips forcefully against yours, shooting his warm cum inside you, body moving automatically to chase the feeling of his orgasm, and you just close your legs around him, keeping him right where he is.

The feeling of him cumming inside you triggers your own orgasm, his heat calling to yours.

The connection snaps tight inside you, your body arching off the bed, skin flaring hot, and then you feel it, like your heartbeat thrumming over every inch of your skin.

Ten laughs.

You open your eyes, body still thrumming with pleasure, and you see you’re covered head-to-toe with flickering golden orange flames. The sheets are scorching beneath you, blackening and curling, but Ten doesn’t stop and neither do you. He leans in, kissing you through the flames.

That’s how Yuta finds you some time later, still kissing with Ten buried inside you, both of you fully aflame, the bedsheets in burnt tatters after you and Ten have rolled around and rearranged into a few different positions by this point.

“I see I missed out on all the fun.” Yuta walks up to the edge of the bed, reaching out with both hands. One he lays on Ten, the other one you, extinguishing both of your flames. “You’re going to burn this place down, if you’re not careful.”

You look up at Yuta as Ten rolls off of you, stretching out on the burnt sheets at your side. “I can make flames now,” you tell him proudly.

“I can see that, my love.”

What else can you do, you wonder. After the flames, Ten had mentioned shapeshifting, and you wonder if you can make your eyes black, if you can slip through space like Yuta does. They’ve also got telekinesis to some degree, and you’re still pretty sure that sometimes they can read your mind.

You don’t even attempt to cover yourself up right now, even though you’re entirely nude while Yuta is looking down at you. No longer are you going to be playing the modest mouse to their predatory catlike selves.

Yuta blinks down at you slowly, keeping his gaze respectfully on your face as he leans in, pressing his fists to the mattress on either side of your head. He cocks his head to the side.

But he doesn’t do anything else. He just holds himself above you. Looking at you in a way that desperately makes you want him to just devour you, to set the pair of you aflame–fuck the state of the bed or the apartment or any of this whole damn city. You would burn it all to the ground for these two demons at your side.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You ask, and you can hear the hope bleeding into your voice.

Yuta’s gaze sharpens, predatory and lusty. “Is that what you want?”

You sigh, “Yes,” and then there he is, cradling your mouth against his.

Yuta climbs onto the bed, his knees knocking against your thighs as he slips over you. His fingers knot in your hair. His tongue teases against yours, and he’s constantly smiling into the kiss, nipping at your lips, pulling back to make you chase him. Yuta’s in this like it’s a game, and it’s definitely one that he’s winning.

Ten shuffles around quietly beside you in the bed, but you don’t have any attention to dedicate to him, too focused on drowning in Yuta’s kiss, on the way it feels as he lowers his body against yours.

He’s still fully clothed, but there’s something even more arousing about that. The zipper of his jacket scrapes lightly over your sensitive chest and belly, eliciting small sounds. The denim of his jeans rubs right up against your clit and the insides of your thighs, turning the small sounds into audible whines. Your bones ache with the need to have him.

Ten snickers when you break the kiss to moan. “She’s so noisy now.” He leans in, smoothing his hand over your hair. “Is Yuta better than I am, darling? Or are you just sensitive now?”

Definitely it’s the latter option.

You hate them both a little bit (but really not at all) when Yuta kneels up above you to smirk down at you. Ten keeps his hand on your head, petting your hair.

“How do you feel?” Yuta asks, trailing his fingertips along the line of your body, from your collarbones, down over your breasts, your belly, to your hips, and lastly to the warm center of you. His fingers dip through Ten’s cum, scooping it up as it leaks out of you, and then Yuta’s pressing his finger and Ten’s cum inside you. “Did fucking a demon make you feel any different?”

You really don’t feel any different than you did earlier or yesterday or months ago before you ever knew demons were real. You shake your head. You could’ve been doing this all along, and the only difference would have just been that you would have been having more great sex.

Yuta smiles his wide, teasing smile. Beautiful. He pumps his fingers inside your pussy. “Would fucking two demons make you feel any different, do you think?”

“I doubt it, but we could always do it just to make sure,” your voice is a little rough with desire.

Yuta’s smile is contagious, spreading roots deep inside you that fill you with a warm bubbliness. He knocks a short kiss against the corner of your mouth, moving away before you can even attempt to reel him in for a deeper kiss. His hair tickles your bare skin, a little long and falling out of the short ponytail he’s managed to pull it back in. His breath kisses your skin, but he holds his lips just far enough away, always a tease.

The way he’s touching you, teasing you, has your skin buzzing, your mind going fuzzy with desire.

Ten’s just stretched out beside you, playing with your hair, observing the way your body is reacting to Yuta.

“Did Ten not do well enough for you, sweet girl?” Yuta teases as a soft whine slips between your lips. “Still hungry for more? He let you down, always talking about eating you up, getting a taste of you when he didn’t do that for you at all?”

Beside you, Ten hisses quietly, his tone warning as he says, “Yuta.”

“Ten doesn’t eat pussy,” Yuta explains as he lowers himself down to his belly between your legs. You lift your knees, making room for him as Yuta circles his fingers around your ankles. “But I do.”

Yuta is slow and soft with the kisses he scatters over your thighs. He’s smiling as he looks up at you, at the way your breath is coming quick, at the way your pussy throbs around nothing, hungry just for him, and he especially seems to enjoy the little sounds of pleasure and surprise you make when he licks just alongside your labia, first on one side and then the other. Your thighs twitch beside his head, but Yuta keeps his hands on your thighs, keeping them spread for him.

“Good girl,” Yuta murmurs, and he’s so slow with it, such a tease.

You’re already so worked up after Ten that you don’t see why he’s doing this, the slow kisses and licks to your clit, the way that he lowers his mouth at last, and kisses your pussy before truly diving in.

But you’re not going to complain either.

You’ve been eaten out before. One of your few boyfriends back in your old life had enjoyed eating you out. The others had preferred for you to go down on them, sucking their cocks, but they never offered to reciprocate. Even with Hansol, who had truly reminded you so much of Yuta, he’d never actually taken the time to eat you out. Now, your ex that had enjoyed eating you out, he’d been good at it, or so you thought, but he was nowhere quite as skilled as Yuta’s wicked tongue.

Yuta’s tongue has you rocking your hips off the bed, chasing the sweet heat of his tongue. Every pass of his tongue over your clit, each press of his fingers inside you, brings a new level of awareness to your belly–the tingling, the tightening, the wisps of pleasure that catch in your chest, drawing Ten’s attention back to your breasts.

His hands drift back down to your nipples, adopting Yuta’s teasing quality as he brushes his index fingers in tight, faint circles around your nipples.

You don’t speak. You try to hold your lips together to keep from making noise. You don’t want Yuta and Ten to know quite how good they’re making you feel at the present moment, but letting them in on the secret is somewhat unavoidable when your orgasm finally crests, the wave of pleasure spilling through you.

Your thighs close around Yuta’s head, hips rolling against his fingers and the heat of his lips and tongue. Your chest lifts, pressing your breasts into Ten’s hands. He just laughs, lowering his mouth to kiss you while Yuta continues to eat you out and finger you, his fingers still working you smoothly.

Any sounds you make are poured directly onto Ten’s tongue, and he smiles into the kiss when you gasp, your hand flying up to his hair due to whatever Yuta’s just done to you, a new move that sends an aftershock through you.

Your body twists, freeing Yuta briefly, and he slips out from between your thighs, sitting up with his grin still fixed on his face despite your serious efforts over the last several minutes to grind it away.

“I have to say, I’m a little disappointed.” Yuta slides his hands along your bare thighs as he lifts himself over you again. You break the kiss with Ten to just glare at Yuta. Is he seriously going to give you an insult right after he’s eaten you out? But he sinks in, his lips right above yours as he complains, “You didn’t burst into flame for me.”

“No, but maybe give me another chance.” On one hand, your fingers are still tangled in Ten’s hair as he draws back to give Yuta enough room to kiss you. And the moment that Yuta’s lips touch yours, you dive your fingers into his hair as well.

Your fingers feel like they’re moving through static electricity, tingling through the strands of their hair. It zips over your skin, down your forearms, the hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing on end, and your body arches from the mattress against Yuta’s heat, closer to that tingle you get where your skin touches his.

He’s still dressed, though you don’t want him to be.

“Take it off,” you demand, the words pressed between his lips, sliding away on a sigh. Yuta makes no motion to remove a single article of clothing, so you pull a hand free from Ten’s hair to snap your fingers together.

You’ve gotten rather good at manifesting things here in Hell City. All of your possessions in this room, all the foods you’ve eaten, everything. But this is a little different. An anti-manifestation. A disappearing of the clothes off Yuta’s back.

When he jerks away from you, jolting up onto his knees with his hands flying to his chest in surprise, you realize that it actually worked.

Yuta kneels above you without a stitch of clothing. Every inch of his skin bare, revealing a gleaming and glittering piercing in his navel, demon marks on his hips similar to Ten’s markings in their resemblance to tattoos. Your eyes travel over him from the top of his shaken loose shoulder-length dark hair, down over his shoulders and chest, down over the piercing and tattoos, at last settling on the prize.

The thatch of hair around the base of his cock.

Ten laughs quietly, settling into the pillows. “I knew I liked you, darling. I don’t think Yuta’s used to someone taking charge over him like that.”

Yuta’s eyes narrow at Ten, and he slowly lifts his middle finger to the other demon. “Why don’t you go somewhere else, Ten? You got your alone time with her. Maybe I want some too.”

You’re already sitting up, resting your hands on Yuta’s hips as you draw yourself closer to him. He lifts his hands to your face, his palms on your cheeks, fingers in your hair as you tip your head back to look him in the eye. There’s a connection there, a solid bond between you and Yuta as you hold each other's gaze.

“I would like that, just us.” You don’t mean it in a way that’s totally dismissive of Ten, and it’s alright, you know he doesn’t take it that way either.

“Can’t I just stay and watch?” Ten asks lightheartedly, but when you flick your gaze over at him. He pushes up out of the ruined bedsheets. “Alright. I’ll go shower the ash off. You might want to fuck somewhere that’s not all burnt up.”

Neither you or Yuta move except to watch Ten as he walks away from the bed, still totally nude, on his way to the bathroom tucked away in the corner of the studio apartment. You admire the view, but as Ten closes the door behind him, you look back up at Yuta.

He’s already looking at you, thumbs stroking tenderly at your cheeks. “Hi, sweet girl.”

“Yuta–”

“Ten’s right. We should move this somewhere less burnt.” Yuta says, “Or at least replace the sheets, though we risk burning them again.”

You turn your head slightly to the side, nuzzling against Yuta’s hand. “Then we burn them again. Replace the whole bed. I don’t care.”

“Since when are you so careless?” Yuta asks, his smile growing, his eyes scanning your face. “Pretty girl, you’re changed.”

“Oh, haven’t you heard?” You walk your fingers up Yuta’s chest, getting your knees under yourself as well, and in a moment your palms are pressed to his shoulders, your face level with his as you say, “I’m something unholy now.”

“You’re a mess, is what you are,” Yuta teases, and you feel his fingertips flick at your hair. You’re sure that your hair looks a disaster from rolling around with Ten in the burnt sheets, but when Yuta twists his fingers tight in your hair, drawing your head back at an angle, you lose all thoughts of caring about what your hair looks like. Yuta’s eyes glimmer that deep black, the heat pours off of him in waves, and he bares his teeth in a grin that should probably terrify you, but in the moment it only serves to arouse you.

“I’m sinful,” you tell him. You push at his shoulders, and Yuta rocks back on his knees, but he comes right back, his hand covering one of yours on his shoulder, his other hand tightening in your hair. The pain that pulls at your scalp draws a hiss from between your lips.

“You’re not quite full of sin just yet, my love.” Yuta’s voice is a low growl that you feel deep in your belly. He lowers his mouth to your throat, whispering, “But I’m about to change that for you.”

Yuta moves so quickly that your mind can’t catch up, his hands loosening his hold on you for an instant only to catch at your thighs as he sinks down, spreading his thighs while still in a kneeling position, hitching your legs up, dragging you to sit in his lap. He all but slides you right onto his cock.

You twist your arms around his shoulders. His lips skate over your throat, tongue dipping out to trace characters on your skin. And you feel his erection right there, hot against your wet pussy.

You roll your hips, trying to get him to just slide right in.

Yuta’s hands gravitate to your hips and ass, his fingers digging in, pressing you closer. One perfect roll of your hips and the head of his cock catches at your entrance, and you sigh, shifting to just slide yourself down around him.

His teeth graze your throat, lips closing over that spot, and Yuta sucks intently, working over that piece of skin to leave his mark on you.

He fits snug inside you, so hot everywhere that your bodies touch, inside and out. His torso against yours is so warm, like a welcoming bonfire’s embrace on a cold autumn night, but the piercing in his navel feels shockingly cold against your belly in contrast. The heat he traps against you, pressing you between his arms and his chest and his thighs brings a thin sheen of sweat to your skin, which Yuta presses his tongue flat to taste as he moves his mouth away from the throbbing mark he’s left on your throat. He tastes the salty tang of your sweat along your collarbone, down between your breasts, your body arching backwards.

“Yuta,” your voice passes from a sigh to a moan when he envelops one of your nipples with his warm lips, flicking his tongue over it.

“Darling angel,” he replies, lifting his head from your chest, and once again you’re faced with his liquid black eyes, the distant faint gleam of fire burning in their depths. You see a few sparks dance across his shoulders. “You want me to fill you with my sin now? Turn you from our sweet saint to our sinful succubus?”

You nod, tickling your fingers through the ends of his hair. “You’d better do something before Ten comes back.”

The veiled threat is sufficient. Yuta’s lips twist into a snarl, his fingers curl against your hips.

You like to be manhandled. That’s something you’d learned in your old life. Maybe it came with the submission that your faith had made strong attempts to instill into all the women—insistent that men were dominant and women submissive—and perhaps it’s something that you shouldn’t have so readily accepted as a personal quality, but it’s undeniable that being more submissive and being manhandled by a man during sex is one of the things you like very much.

So as Yuta holds bruisingly tight to your hips, bouncing you on his cock, you love every last bit of it.

You cross your ankles behind his back, bracing your arms on his shoulders.

The brutal quickness with which Yuta fucks you down onto him presses embarrassing squeaks from you.

Yuta watches you, his eyes drifting between the cute expressions on your face to your bouncing tits, down to your pussy kissing and swallowing his cock. “Should I start calling you my little mouse?” He teases when you finally drop your face against your arm in an attempt to silence the squeaks of pleasure.

“Fuck off,” you whine, squeezing your ankles against his back, pulling yourself closer to him by pressing yourself deeper down.

Yuta laughs.

When he hitches you higher, when he starts moving backwards off the bed with his hands doing more to support you than move you on his cock, you lift your face from your arm.

“What are you doing?” You swallow a whimper as Yuta’s cock settles against that sweet spot inside you, shifting oddly as his feet hit the floor and he begins walking with you held in his arms and impaled on his cock still.

There’s a step down from where your bed is to the living space. Yuta bounces you a little extra on that step down, smirking when you let out another adorable squeak. He steps around the sofa, and turns around, sitting down on the edge of it.

“You’re gonna ride me, pretty girl. It’s not fair that I have to put in all the work when you’re the one that’s obviously got inexhaustible sexual desires.” He reaches back behind himself, grasping your ankles and uncrossing them. “Go on.”

As Yuta rearranges the pair of you to sit sideways on the cushions, his legs stretching out behind you along the length of the sofa, you settle on your knees, resting a hand on the back of the sofa as Yuta leans back to look at you. You feel a fresh burst of arousal in your belly.

Yes, you like being manhandled, but there’s something to be said for feeling a little bit in charge too. For the most part, your previous sexual partners have preferred to be on top and take total charge of you. You enjoy the feeling of looking at Yuta and the shifting expressions on his face as you begin moving on him.

His fingers stroke over your hips and thighs, across your belly, lifting to your breasts, admiring the way you look and the way you move, the way you feel around him now in this newer position.

You move slowly, the opposite of how Yuta had been on the bed. Slow circles of your hips and slowly lifting yourself just to sink back down on him, taking your time with him.

When you put your hands on his chest to help stabilize yourself, you get your feet under yourself, and Yuta visibly swallows, his breath picking up a bit as you lean closer until the caps of your knees touch his chest, your hands slide up to curl against the sides of his neck, and Yuta leans up as well to kiss you.

You fuck him, that’s the simplest way to put it. It’s just the heat in your muscles and bones, deep deep deep inside your belly, stoked hotter with each glide of your pussy down the length of his cock. It’s all you know, the lust overtaking you while you bounce on his cock. Your fingernails scrape Yuta’s chest and belly, your ass slaps against his upper thighs.

That connection inside of you to your fire sparks up, tightening in your belly.

“Right there,” Yuta’s voice is a hum, a slow smile growing on his lips. “There it is, my love.”

You swear your senses spike all at once. Everything is sharper—the sensations of pleasure and a slight ache in your thighs, the smell of Yuta like smoke and a fancy cologne, the sound of Ten’s showering and Yuta’s breath, the sight of Yuta before you grows so ridiculously clear. He glows with a dark beauty.

Your thighs give out, and as you sink over him, Yuta rises to meet you, flipping your positions, pressing you down into the sofa, taking over fucking you as your orgasm consumes you.

Still, no flames erupt, but you can feel them there beneath your skin, eating through you, rising to meet Yuta’s mouth on your skin.

“Come on, little mouse. Burn for me.” He whispers, pressing his cock into you in smooth rolling motions. “You looked so pretty when you burned for Ten.”

Yuta does it then, his flames appearing at his shoulders, expanding across his back in bright flares like wings before spreading over the rest of him. The moment his flames touch your skin, your fire bursts out of you, begging to be known.

You hold each other close, flames melting together until you’re an inferno, the sofa smoking as you neither one pull apart or extinguish your flames, still going at it. Yuta pulls another orgasm from you, and you milk one from him too, his flames flickering a hot blue as it sweeps through him, but even then neither of you stop.

You’re still going, still burning when Ten emerges from the shower.

“Now who’s a threat to burning the place down?” He comes around the sofa, flinging his damp towel over Yuta’s back. “We ruined the bed, you ruined the sofa. You’re probably going to be too exhausted to manifest anything for a while, aren’t you, angel?”

But you’re in the midst of drinking the last of your pleasure together with Yuta. You don’t answer him, too overcome with the liquid fire pulsing through your veins, the swelling heat as Yuta cums inside you.

Yuta runs his hands over your body, extinguishing the flames as he kisses you, as you both come down together.

A cloud of ash hangs in the air around your bodies, and it settles over your skin and Yuta’s in a fine layer, clinging even worse due to the mist of perspiration on your skin. Fresh air licks against you as Yuta pulls away, and a moment later you peel yourself away from the sofa, sitting up to feel the ache settle deep into your muscles. But it’s a good ache, the kind that tells you that you just got fucked very, very well.

Ten is right.

You don’t have the strength to try manifesting a new bed or sofa or even new sheets. You have the strength only to let Yuta pull you to your feet, his hands never leaving your body as he comes along with you to the bathroom. Ten remains behind fussing just loud enough for you to hear while he begins to clean up the ashy sofa.

Yuta is clingy, wrapped around you and showering you with kisses as he starts the shower, as he walks you into the steam-filled stall. There’s a little bit of rinsing off in between his pouring of affection, and after a few minutes, you have to push him away and threaten him with the scrapy end of the long-handled back brush you’d manifested during your first stay.

You just want to scrub yourself clean of the ash residue, but then he’s more than welcome to cling to you as much as you would both like. But he needs cleaned too, so you each wash, and Yuta watches you. There’s something in his gaze that grows more guarded as the shower goes on, leaving you guessing.

Soap suds rinse down the drain in dark gray swirls as the ash washes away. The air fills with the scent of your body wash.

The moment that you’re finished shampooing it out of your hair and the last of the suds of your body wash disappears between your toes, Yuta’s right there again, his hands on your body, his nose against your hair.

“Was that alright?” Yuta asks, skimming his lips along the soft skin of your bicep as he lifts your arm to drape it over his shoulders, his other hand at your hip pulling you just that much closer. “Us together? I realize now that it’s not something that you’re so used to, raised in your human life, particularly with your religious upbringing. The whole multiple partners thing, being shared.”

You sigh as Yuta kisses down your arm to your shoulder, his tongue catching droplets of water from your skin. “It was more than fine, Yuta, honestly.”

“You’re not just saying that?” Yuta lifts his head briefly, his eyes glimmering in the shifting light through the clouds of steam. “I know it’s a big thing in religion to stay faithful to one person, never experiencing the fun of multiple different partners.”

You smile, leaning in and kissing him again. “I’ve had sex with a variety of people before. Just not at the same time. But I liked it, Yuta, I promise.”

“Even though I just kinda came in unannounced and inserted myself into your time with Ten?”

“Do you have doubts about this, is that what’s happening?” You don’t understand why he’s questioning you so much about this.

Yuta sighs, and his arms slide around you, hugging you tightly to his chest, his chin resting against the top of your head. “It’s not that. I’m just really, really trying to make sure that you’re okay with this. I know that before I took you back to your city, you didn’t want anything remotely sexual or romantic with Ten, myself, or anyone with a supernatural origin. But things are different now, obviously. I just want to make certain that you’re happy with all of these things.”

His concerns are appreciated. You press your smile to his skin. “I know what I want, Yuta. I’ve decided that I can’t deny the circumstances I’ve found myself in, and I can’t deny that I’ve wanted you and Ten since early on in our acquaintance. If I’m going to be unholy, then let me go all the way, embrace my dark desires, most of which have been centered around you.”

Yuta likes the sound of that, judging by the way that he backs you up against the shower wall, caging you in and kissing you breathless. He lifts his thigh up between your legs, and your clit is still so sensitive, but you grind down against the muscled thigh regardless.

“I thought of you when I was with him,” you admit against Yuta’s lips as you move your hips on his thigh.

“What? With Ten?” Yuta smirks, clearly amused by that thought, but your next words wipe the smug look right off his face.

“No, when I was with Hansol.”

Yuta jerks away from you, but you quickly reel him back in, needing the heat of his body against yours if not the pressure of his thigh between your legs.

“Listen, I only hooked up with him in the first place because he reminded me of you. I was a little drunk and the bar was dark, but there was something about him that reminded me of you. Like you look a bit similar.”

Yuta’s lip curls in mild disgust. “Like the fucking exorcist?”

“I was drunk!” You defend yourself. “And I’d been having truly filthy dreams about you and Ten and….” You cut yourself off before you reveal that Mark and WinWin had even featured in your smutty dreams. You clear your throat, looking into Yuta’s eyes as you say, “And I wished that he was you, even if I wouldn’t admit it to myself, since I was trying to deny your existence at the time. I told myself you looked alike, and I wished he was you when he was inside me.”

Yuta presses his forehead against yours. “You could’ve had me. If you’d ever just said my name.”

“I called your name when it really mattered, didn’t I? And I’m here now. You’ve got me now.” You loop your arms around Yuta’s slim waist.

“You’re here now.” Yuta nods, dropping a quick kiss against your lips. “And he’s not here.” At the sharp and mildly disgusted look you give him, Yuta quickly says, “We didn’t kill him. I know that’s what you’ve been worrying about since we brought you back. Yes, we hurt them a little. WinWin transformed to subdue them so Ten and I could work a little mind manipulation on them, which only works on pure-humans by the way, before you start worrying about that too.” He kisses your forehead. “But he’s alive. That fucking exorcist still has his life somewhere in the world. But neither of them remembers you, the circumstances of what led up to them both being in that room.”

The relief that passes through you is palpable. Your shoulders sink, knots of tension you didn’t realize you had now unwind.

“You don’t have to look so relieved, you know. We’re not cold-blooded monsters.” Yuta leans back to look you in the eye. “We’ll do anything to protect you, and if it had come down to it, I would have killed anyone that posed a threat to you, but they weren’t worth the violence. Ten did want to rip the exorcist’s head off, but I think, since you’d already told him about that guy, it was probably just his jealousy. He’s quite the jealous type.”

“He didn’t seem to mind much earlier when you invited yourself into our activities.” You reach around Yuta to finally shut the water off.

Yuta’s lips twist, amused. “I don’t count. Ten and I don’t get jealous about each other, my love. We’re something like a package deal, you might say.”

“Then it’s a good thing I wanted both of you.” You step out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a very comfy and fluffy robe.

Yuta lingers only a moment or two longer. He doesn’t burst into flame, but he must do something to summon heat to his skin, because all the excess moisture from the shower steams off his skin. He winks as he manifests a tight pair of black boxer-briefs right onto his body before he exits the bathroom.

You spend a few more moments in the steamy room, working on your hair to make sure that it dries properly, and then at last you rejoin your two demons.

You refuse to even look at the ruin of your bed as you cross the apartment. The whole place reeks of smoke with a tinge of sulfur.

Yuta’s arranging blankets on the living room floor, the curtains over the windows are still drawn wide open and you’ve never seen any sign of life in the windows of the buildings across from yours, but you can’t believe you really just had wildly hot (literally) sex in front of the open windows.

The orange dusky sky is perhaps a little darker than normal, this city’s version of a night sky.

Ten moves around, lighting candles that you’d manifested during the lonely hours of your first stay here. Candles that smelled painstakingly of home, childhood memories, and something that you often associated with the feeling of being in love. Quickly, the scent of sulfur and smoke are overtaken by sweeter smells, comforting ones that put you even more at ease.

“We thought you could sleep here tonight,” Yuta says as you approach, gesturing at the blankets and pillows on the floor. “With the bed and the sofa being…. piles of ash.”

“Are you staying?” You ask, looking first to Yuta and then over at Ten. “I require cuddles after sex.”

Yuta rolls his eyes affectionately. Ten laughs. But they both acquiesce to your request, and within a few minutes, you’re all three piled together on the soft blankets. You remove the robe, choosing to be skin to skin with the two of them, comfortable.

The curtains are still drawn open, and from here you can see so much of the sky. But there’s not much to really see, just the bare expanse occasionally broken by a smoky cloud.

“Doesn’t the moon ever come out here?” You ask, resting your chin on your hands folded on Ten’s chest. “I miss seeing the moon. And the stars.”

Yuta’s hand smooths up along your thigh, skipping up to your lower back, higher along your spine. “You can still see them. I’m telling you, my love, you can manifest anything that you want.”

You want to roll over into his touch, but the comfort of Ten’s body against yours is too tempting as well to deny. But luckily Yuta presses up against your back, an arm wrapped snugly around your waist. His lips are against your shoulder.

“Maybe when I wake up,” you yawn. “Maybe then I’ll make a new bed, manifest the stars and the moon, and have a tasty breakfast too.” You’re very tired, all the excitement of the past couple hours catching up at last, and your heavy eyelids sink shut as they both hold you between them to fall asleep tonight.

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a/n: real smut!! at long last! this was a long chapter, but honestly, I’m kinda thinking I might do some longer chapters for the next few just because I don’t really want to draw this series out through like half the year, but I also might need to do some serious rewrites of later chapters because of other things I’ve added in this chapter and in the last few.

But I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter! As always, I really, really really appreciate likes, reblogs, reactions in the tags, and comments about it! It feeds my will to keep writing lol 💗

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