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Pink in the Night

Denji x Beam · Sfw · 2.3k

Denji needs some practice kissing, Beam is more than willing to help Cw/Tw · Denji/Makima mentioned, Himeno

Denji’s first kiss was anything but special. Though Makima had done her best to console him, the effect didn’t last. Himeno only served to torment him further by insulting his skill in kissing, nevermind the fact that she was the one who had thrown up in his mouth.

So Denji decided that he simply wouldn’t count the experience. The taste of puke would never fully leave his mouth, but he would try his hardest to forget it.

His real first kiss, not an indirect one that tasted like cola chupa-chups, would be shared with Miss Makima. It would be tender and sexy and they’d both be naked probably, because all things were sexier that way.

Himeno’s toungue had been silky and smooth, before it turned into puke. His own lips had fumbled and sharp teeth nipped hers. Denji didn’t know if that was how kisses were supposed to work, but he liked the feeling.

The boy wanted to get better, and there was only one way to do that.

Makima wouldn’t be good practice for kissing… Makima. Somebody else would have to do.

Aki had refused to help Denji practice, face red and angry. Power had yelled at him too, fist thumping against his forehead.

And that was pretty much everyone Denji knew.

The boy hadn’t wanted to ask either of them in the first place. Aki was a guy, which was gross, but he also had had his fair share of experience. Denji had to sit through a lecture afterwards, drowning out Aki’s rambling and harsh words.

Power was Power. Her boobs were small and she was gross and she had promised to kiss Denji, only if he offered his flesh to her.

So Denji threw a fit sitting in his room, and then moved to lie on his bed. If he couldn’t practice kissing anyone then be couldn’t for real kiss anyone.

The best he had managed to do so far was tape one if the hot models from a porno magazine onto his pillow. It worked for awhile, even if the woman was cold and lifeless and her lips were just a shiny piece of paper. It worked until Denji got a little too excited and sliced his hand open with the paper. He was immortal and the cut healed the second he jerked away from the lady, but there was blood soaking into both the magazine and his pillowcase. Aki had beat him over the head for it, grumbling like the man always did, before going to wash everything.

And now Denji’s only source of pleasure was soaked in blood. Aki, the prude that he was, had nothing of the sort (and Denji had in fact checked his room several times).

So Denji was utterly alone.

Mostly alone.

Because Aki had kicked Denji out for the day, frustrated at the boy, so now he busied himself by bumming around outside. Whenever he was outside he was never quite alone because he had a special little shark fiend following him around wherever he went.

Beam wasn’t allowed indoors most places, and Aki had finally put his foot down, demanding that no more devils infiltrated his home. Secretly Denji was happy for it. Beam was clingy and cheerful in a way that made his stomach flutter. The boy was pretty sure it was nausea or something similar.

But now he was sat outside of the apartment complex with Beam clinging to his arm. The fiend was only clad in a pair of swim shorts, as was usual. Despite the chilly air heavy waves of heat stick to Beam’s skin. It’s why Denji tolerates his presence.

The boy wishes he had a cigarette or something to keep him occupied. Smoking a cigarette is kind of the same motion as kissing, he supposes, which is probably how Aki practices. Instead he just lays against the rough brick wall, and squints at the dim sun filtering through the clouds.

“Lord Chainsaw!” Beam seemingly just liked to call his name out from time to time.

“I told you to call me Denji.” He slumped back further, surveying the people walking past them. Most strolled past without a second look, though some glanced a Beam nervously.

“Lord Denji!” The shark pressed up closer to him. His pecs, man boobs basically, pushed against Denji’s arm. The boy himself was pretty muscular, having spent years hunting devils, but Beam was on another level. He had more abs than should be humanly possible, a ladder sculpted on his stomach.

And then they led back up into his pecs again. They were big, and soft when they weren’t being flexed. It really was like feeling a girl’s boobs, which Denji knew because he had groped several. Beam’s face was kind of girlish too. The shark head was weird and jarring, but the human parts were nice looking. He had a sharp jawline, but gentle cheeks that led into full lips. His full lips were pink and pretty, bigger than Makima’s maybe.

Denji was a goddamn genius.

Aki was probably calmed down by now. The man ended up kicking Power and Denji out no less than once a week, but he usually relents after an hour or so of peace.

And Beam might technically not be allowed inside, but the fiend can swim through floors and walls and whatever else he needs too. Denji wasn’t willing to cover for him before, but now he is.

So the two of them sneak back upstairs. Denji apologizes to Aki once more, even though the older man just sighs and waves him off. He rushes back to his room, Beam already sitting on the sheets.

“Lord Denji!” The shark fiend is trying to be quiet, but is still really fucking loud. His face moves over every piece of decor in the room, even if he doesn’t technically have eyes to see with. The skin is tight a smooth, something similar to a snake’s.

Denji moves to sit on his bed, parallel to Beam. Both boys sink into a soft silence, punctuated with heavy breaths from Denji. His own lips are chapped and a little raw from being bit.

It’s a bit weird that Beam is shirtless. The fiend is big, meatier than Denji even if they seem to be a similar age. His hands are running over the bed sheets, petting the soft cotton. A sad thought strikes Denji’s mind, he’s not sure where Beam usually goes whenever they’re not together.

Looking back at the guy’s face he focuses on what’s important now. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Beam looks ridiculously cheerful. He always does, but Denji doesn’t often look at him in such a direct way. The fiend shakes his head in a quick motion, signifying thar he hasn’t ever kissed anybody before. It gives Denji some relief, to know that he’s not the only one who got a late start in life.

Now it’s the awkward part. Denji will try to explain what he wants. He wants Beam to be a girl, to be Makima. It’s hard to put that into words. This is all just practice for an end goal, and it doesn’t really count.

When his says it out loud, his lips feel clumsy. Denji purposefully omits the part where he’s doing this for Makima specifically. Instead this is just practice for someone, anyone. Which technically isn’t a lie, Denji wants to kiss Makima most of all, but his teenage heart has been dragged in lots of different directions.

And Beam doesn’t really understand. It’s Chainsaw Man’s- Denji, as he says now- word, and his word is gospel. He’s seen movies (because there’s not much to do when he’s not with Denji) where humans kiss. Beam hasn’t seen any movies where boys kiss, but he only pays half-attention to whatever is on screen anyways, it’s likely he just missed it.

There’s not really anyone he wants to kiss, not anyone other than Denji. Denji who sometimes lets Beam brush his arms against the boy. He doesn’t ever seem scared either. Kissing is something soft in movies, or sometimes angry if it happens after a fight. But Beam and Denji would never fight because Beam would never argue in the first place.

Denji wants a soft kiss too. He had explained it so perfectly with pink cheeks and curious eyes. So it’s fine that they’re not fighting or angry because that’s the one thing Beam couldn’t do even if it was asked of him.

They shuffle awkwardly closer. Beam is receptive to everything that Denji does, even if he doesn’t respond in all the right ways. He’s eager, hands immediately moving to trace Denji’s skin.

Neither boy can move closer with criss-crossed knees in the way. Denji thinks carefully, if this were Makima- because that’s the only way this would be real- she’d sit on his lap. The woman had nearly done it before, when she bit his finger. She had leaned over him, thigh pressing down on his.

But Beam is huge. He’s bigger than Denji by the few years that seperate them. The boy still drags Beam onto his lap, even if his legs are already going numb. It’s harder to imagine like this, because Makima is probably the perfect weight, but it’ll do in for now.

The fiend seems excited. His hands move over Denji’s chest and up to his neck, fingers brushing over his pulse point. Beam is salivating slightly, rocking back and forth, squirming while he waits. Once Denji heard that certain kinds of sharks never stop moving, and he wonders if this is like that.

The only thing left to do is lean in and let their lips touch. It’s hard to get the angel perfect, tilting sideways so their noses don’t bump. Beam keeps trying to push closer, so eager that Denji has to hold his face. He’s the one that ultimately moves forward, sealing their lips together.

It feels like Makima for only a brief moment, soft full lips slotting between Denji’s chapped ones, but Beam is excited. His tongue peeks out too, licking Denji’s lips because he hadn’t opened his mouth yet. It’s weird and gross and strangely pleasant.

Beam is still squirming. It’s not erotic humping or any kind of grinding, just a release of excitement. He nearly topples Denji over several times, panting and whining. His sharp teeth peek out to gently prick at the other boy’s lips.

The illusion of Makima is broken. She is careful and calculated. The woman would have moved slowly, teased Denji for a few minutes before even thinking about kissing him. Everything Beam does is the opposite. He’s uncoordinated and messy. Overbearing in a way.

Denji should stop. He could back up and explain again what it is he wants.

But for a brief moment Denji thinks that this is what he wants.

Beam is pressed so close to him, warmth radiating from his body. The shark is everything Makima isn’t in the best of ways, warm and welcoming and authentic. He pulls at Denji’s hair in a frantic sort of way, still slobbering all over his face.

Denji hasn’t tested if he can die by asphyxiation yet. He knows that he’s immortal in many ways, and Beam doesn’t seem eager to pull away anytime soon. Denji isn’t eager too either, if he’s completely honest. The roughness is familiar in a comforting way, the messy movements easier to mimic. His hands dare to roam further, Beam is nearly naked.

His muscles are hard and solid. Broad shoulders are covered in speckled sun spots. The skin is so tan, covered in small wrinkles and weathered down. Beam is the kind of man that should be featured alongside the beautiful women in the magazine Denji ruined earlier that day.

“Denji, D-Denji.” it’s the first time Beam has said his name without any kind of prefix. It’s desperate utterance, full of the adoration Beam always holds towards the boy. His lips are red and slick. Denji barely pulls him closer again when Beam surges forward.

It’s good practice, really good. Both of their tongues slide against the other, smooth and wet. It’s what Himeno’s kiss was, except one thousand times better because there isn’t any taste of vomit. Instead Beam tastes like fish and blood- which should be unappetizing, but isn’t somehow.

And Denji wants to ask for help practicing with other things. Beam is a horrible partner in a lot of ways, just as inexperienced as Denji himself (probably even less so). He’s way more interested and eager than anyone else who has ever interacted with the boy.

Denji is sneaking his hands down to cup Beam’s ass and beg for more, when there’s a loud knock at his door.

He almost shits his pants. Beam doesn’t seem to care at all, dragging his teeth over Denji’s cheek. Denji has to nearly hold him down, slapping a hand over the fiend’s mouth.

There’s another knock, nearly breaking the door down. Aki would never be so disruptive, which means Power is the one harassing him. Denji might kill himself if she walks in on this, because she’ll parade around narrating the scene for everyone else.

“Oi, Ponytail says tis time for dinner!”

Beam is still pressing kisses against Denji’s palm, hands still gripping into his shirt. Food is one of his favorite things in the world, especially Aki’s food because it’s always warm and delicious. There’s almost nothing that can distract him from it except for the fact that he doesn’t really want to stop kissing him.

Practice makes perfect after all.

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