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Urogi’s voice was a shrill delighted cackle that blared so loudly next to Sekido’s ears he feared he might go deaf. Like he needed absolutely anything else to go wrong. Or less of ‘go wrong’, more so ‘piss him off’ at this point.
The rage that curled hot through his veins was nearly enough to cut through the betraying arousal that had been plaguing him for the past several hours. Because of course he was the one that ended up stuck with the feathered male while he was lost to the throes of his rut. He should’ve known initially that something was out of the ordinary, but now he could barely think let alone dwell on the matter.
Though, as much as he hated to admit it, and would certainly never speak the words aloud, Urogi was a skilled if not slightly too enthusiastic lover. Strong hands and powerful hips, paired with an unyielding passion that burned on even when his breathing began to grow ragged and wheezy from effort. He was a quick learner too, having easily deciphered early on all the little spots that made Sekido moan and relax into him. Working soft patches of honeyed skin with a mouth so hot it felt like he was going to melt beneath the pull of those lips, relentless in biting bruises time and time again into his flesh every time the marks healed over.
“F-Fuck…” The ragged curse slipped free as he felt Urogi shift, knowing with terrifying certainty that the other clone was preparing to try and cram his knot back into his well-used ass, as if he weren’t already sore and leaking the remnants of his past releases.
Rough talon-tipped hands skidded along the curve of his sweat damp waist, readjusting before affirming their grip on his sides as he summoned the energy to try and squirm free. But pressed— no, pinned down like this, there was only so far he could go. The avian's weight bent Sekido into an unforgiving arch, chest to the soft tatami flooring, ass up as that hot length fucked deep into his cum slick insides with a bruising force. His knees ached from being braced on them for so long, mounted like no more than a bitch in heat for the other demon’s relentless use.
He snatched a shallow breath in order to growl out a warning when bloody gashes were torn open along his hips, just to receive a frustratingly nonplussed mumble of complaint in return. Sharp fangs clipped the side of his neck, just under his rabbiting pulse, trying to urge him to hold still. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice regardless, not when that hot bulb of flesh at the base of Urogi’s cock ground maddingly up against his sore rim. He dug his nails into the floor as Urogi huffed, draping himself a little higher across his back. Sekido grunted as he was pushed more fully against the ground. Damp feathers tickled the backs of muscular thighs, talons hooking still too rough into the delicate bend of his hips.
“Urogi !” He snarled, sensitive beyond belief, but then he was muffling mindless profanities into the crook of his arm when with another determined grind of his hips, the avian demon managed to pop his half swollen knot past the tight furl of muscle and into Sekido’s abused hole.
His world whited out for a long terribly pleasurable moment as his own climax crashed over him. A wave of euphoria raced like hot iron through his bones, from the tips of his curled fingers down to his trembling toes, his dick jerking against his stomach as he came across the already ruined mats beneath him.
Pleasure so intense it was nearly painful shot through him when the other male rutted forward again, swelling knot catching directly against that perfect little spot inside him. He clenched up around the throbbing cock which had Urogi groaning into his ear and repeating the gesture with another harsh buck of his hips. Ropes of cum were spilling into the clutching heat of his body, flooding his aching depths and pumping him full. He clawed at the ground, shuddering and growling useless half-hearted threats under his breath.
He was sweating, the cool nighttime air seeping in through the cracked windows doing little to provide any comfort to his overheated frame. A nose nuzzled into the soft hairs at the base of his neck, laughing delightedly as he continued to lazily grind his hips, stuttered little movements to drive his release as deep as possible into his partner.
“That’s… enough….” Sekido panted raggedly as Urogi’s mouth trailed along the nape of his neck, shuddering when contrastingly soft feathers brushed up against his skin. Urogi was shifting, and while he couldn’t see the movement of the other clone, he could feel the tie tugging unpleasantly at his insides. He could feel every throb and pulse of his swollen cock too, twitching with every gush of seed.
He managed to choke out another snarl, albeit more stilted this time, and the movements stilled with Urogi’s warm body folding back over him.
“That was the last time.” He insisted, tilting his head to cast a sharp glance over his shoulder. “We’re done now. Hear me? Done .” He tried to force even the slightest edge of authority into his tone, but it was difficult with the way Urogi was still spilling into him, sticky cum filling him up with that infuriating knot keeping them locked together and him furthermore plugged tight.
“Mm hmm..” A noncommittal hum, followed by another chirruping giggle. With a growl rumbling through him, he curled his shaking fingers, the warm flesh at the palm of his hand splitting open. It took a concerning amount of effort but with the subtle nudge of power, heated gold began to slide from his skin, the scent of ozone sparking in the air. Metal clicked, rings clattering as he leaned back to hook the staff of his Khakkhara behind his back.
His aim was subtly off, fingers trembling, but there was a soft squawk followed by a warble of protest as he caught Urogi neatly behind the horns. A flex of his arm, tugging the other male down until he could growl in his ear and nip sharply at the slant of his cheek.
“Any more nonsense… And I’ll absorb you… Are you listening to me?” It was difficult to project any sort of sternness when there was cum actively gushing down his thighs from every heady pulse of Urogi’s cock where it remained buried to the hilt inside him. But the other male chuffed, tilting his head to nuzzle almost sweetly at him, their cheeks pressed together. His skin flushed traitorously from the gesture, pointed ears flicking and heating at the tips.
"Heheh, you wouldn’t do that. You like me too much~” Sekido snapped his fangs at the jovial lilt in Urogi’s voice. As much as it pained him, if he really wanted to, he could force the other demon off of him. He was tired and overstimulated, an ache prominent in his bones, but it truly wouldn’t take much.
The warmth across his spine was a balm despite his fizzling irritation. He couldn’t fault Urogi for indulging in his instincts, for his blatant need to sink into the first willing hole that had been made available for him. So with a frown he flicked his wrist to free Urogi’s head and brought his Khakkhara around, letting it rest next to him. His tongue flicked out to wet his dry lips, thighs trembling fiercely when he adjusted his weight ever so slightly.
He must’ve looked like a proper whore, shaking where he was knotted to the other demon, unable to even leverage himself up to push the tangled strands of hair away from his face. But Urogi seemingly didn’t care, not as he felt a nose skimming along the back of his neck, cooing low like a dove.
“Woah!” Of course. As if his night couldn’t get any worse. Just as he had begun to relax again, the euphoria of their coupling winding down, a familiar voice broke through the lust fogged air.
“Look what we have here!” A grating laugh accompanied by the soft patter of feet against the floor. He snapped his gaze to the side, crimson eyes narrowing as he spotted Karaku confidently striding in, fanning himself amidst the stifling heat with an enraging casualness.
His eyes further narrowed as he caught a glimmer of blue behind him, the clone of Sorrow lingering at the entryway with one hand still settled on the shoji doors, claws threatening to pop tiny holes in the paper from the force in which he worriedly gripped the frame.
There was the rustle of feathers that unfortunately didn’t drown out the sound of Karaku’s appraising whistle. “Karaku! Aizetsu!” Urogi chimed. He was still quite clearly not all there. Speech somewhat delayed, trilling absently but still aware enough to acknowledge the other clones. He shifted from where they were still tied together, rocking his hips back in an attempt to unmount the increasingly angry male beneath him. That throbbing knob of flesh ground up against his prostate, earning a torn whimper from above and a throaty moan from him. He bowed his head, hair falling into a curtain around his flushed features. Humiliation coursed through him mingling with the potent rage that thrummed beneath his skin at the sound of someone’s approach.
“Holy shit you’re so swollen. He actually knock you up or somethin?” Karaku’s mocking voice was the worst sort of irritant. He lifted his head just enough to glare up through furrowed brows. The look was thankfully enough to deter Karaku for a moment, his emerald eyes too attentive for his liking.
“Fuck off.” And then after a consideringly long moment, added with bitter vehemence, “You knew he was going into season. You did this.”
“What! I did nothing of the sort!” Sekido had a nagging suspicion that he was lying, but didn’t press the issue. He wasn’t able to, not with the distracting way that Urogi was moving again, rolling back on his haunches to finally tug his deflating knot free with a wet pop. Sekido groaned, the noise edged with relief this time.
He wanted to collapse and nearly did, chest heaving in slow deep breaths as he settled back to sit on his heels despite the cum that dripped down the curve of his ass, along his weak legs, to the floor below. His insides were terribly tender, but he could feel his regeneration properly kicking into gear, healing the obscene stretch of his ass and the lingering slashes marring his skin. Damn counterpart hadn’t taken a break since they’d started. The fact that they were both showing signs of tiredness was proof of just how hard Urogi had been working him over.
His fingers wrapped around his Khakkhara again, claws scraping against the metal as he braced the flat end on the floor as a temporary stabilizing crutch, not quite trusting his legs enough to stand.
Not that Urogi was helping, since he had bounded over to Karaku, the feathers around his groin still a damp matted mess despite his dick having softened enough to slide back into its sheath.
Sekido grit his teeth, features contorting into a scowl. “Why are you even here.” He growled, before looking over to where Aizetsu had drawn near. When Sekido snapped his jaws he paused and halted in his steps. Karaku however didn't seem to get the hint, or at least didn't seem to want to take the hint. He wandered over before crouching at his side with a quiet “hup!”, lowering to look over Sekido with all his flushed skin and trembling limbs.
“Damn look at that, your regenerations’ slowed and everything. Save some for the rest of us, Urogi.” Brazen fingers reaching out to prod at one of the lingering marks on the side of his neck, just to jolt back with a yelp when Sekido clumsily swung his staff in the other clone’s direction. Electricity crackled along the gleaming metal before skittering harmlessly out of existence.
It was enough to spur him into motion though through pure anger and frustration alone as he forced himself up to his knees, and then into an awkward unbalanced stand, clenching his jaw as semen dripped down his thighs. He still felt so full, aching as he glared over Urogi.
“You. Either make yourselves useful, or get out.” His ears flicked, disgruntled at the sight of the in-season male so carefree, pushing himself up against Karaku’s side, the two bumping foreheads and knocking horns with matching grins.
“Ignore him Sekido… We just wanted to make sure you were okay.” It was Aizetsu’s mellow voice this time from where he had edged close. He reached out slowly, and Sekido stiffened, but allowed him to settle a cool hand on the small of his back. The slight chill of his skin was a relief, and he leaned just a little closer to the other demon despite himself.
“I’m fine.” He huffed with a pointed glance over at the clones of Joy and Pleasure, lips curling into a grimace. Aizetsu tentatively patted his back, before pushing gently. He resisted at first, leaning back against the pressure, before relenting.
With a grunt, he allowed himself to be guided to the side of the room that Urogi had turned into an impromptu nest, finding it unnecessary to protest an opportunity for rest. A jumble of bedrolls, soft blankets and tapestries, a handful of pillows, and Sekido’s tattered kimono were all piled together in the corner. His fingers squeezed the staff of his Khakkara as he descended less than gracefully into the defunct nest, knees buckling as he settled. The barbs of a few stray feathers dug into his skin and he was quick to swipe them away before situating himself into the corner.
Aizetsu had sunk into the nest next to him, and Sekido kept glancing at the other demon with guarded wariness, but a cool hand merely helped sweep his sweaty bangs off his forehead, deep blue eyes locking briefly with roiling red.
“I’ll have to go out and hunt later. One of you will have to take over with feathers’ for brains.” Aizetsu simply shrugged at his words, cloth rustling as he folded his legs under himself to kneel almost politely at his side. His expression steeped with a sadness akin to pity had Sekido's irritation momentarily flickering to life, though his following words eased that anger slightly.
“I can bring you something back if that’s easier instead. I don’t know how tired you are…” He spared a glance towards Urogi who was bouncing on his heels around Karaku, talons thudding against the ground, wings fluttering excitedly. “I wanted to check in earlier, but I didn’t think it wise to interrupt and accidentally infringe on his space.”
Begrudgingly, Sekido could agree. A territorial demon was not a pleasant one, and the last thing they needed was infighting over something so base and idiotic. For all the joy and enthusiasm that Urogi displayed and the gentleness he had tried to maintain with him, he could still be a force to be reckoned with. As if summoned by thought alone, Urogi was back, bringing with him the soft downy scent of feathers and sex. He was pacing, restless despite the way his chest still heaved with residual exertion. He stepped to one side of Sekido, and then to the other when Sekido tapped his weapon warningly at the avian’s ankles.
His arousal was beginning to peak again, and with it, his possessiveness. He lowered himself at Sekido’s other side after what must’ve been a deciding moment, and wriggled close despite being received with a grumble of protest, with Karaku right behind him. The green-eyed clone simply stood before them though, blinking down with a curious smirk, arms folded behind his head as Urogi started to nose at Sekido’s neck. Electricity crackled along his shoulders, the briefest snap of energy reflecting his displeasure at being caged in like this. He wasn't at his peak, and his counterparts were infuriatingly taking advantage of it.
“Thank god he’s the only one of us that goes through this huh.” His smooth voice came as Urogi braced a rough hand against the center of Sekido’s chest, urging him to lean back and lay down. He reluctantly complied, dropping his weapon at last in favor of getting more comfortable. The familiar presence of the others was helping to ease his underlying turmoil, and he hated the way he instinctively tilted his head to give Urogi more access to his neck.
“Or maybe not. At this rate, next time we need to throw him into a Blood Battle, let him fuck whoever challenges us to death.” A crass cackle was met with Sekido’s growl and Aizetsu’s disappointed gaze.
“Only you do that, Karaku…” Aizetsu sighed. Oblivious to the banter, Urogi pressed even closer. His hot tongue swiped under Sekido's jaw and a purr vibrated directly against his throat. Talons lightly scraped his sternum, but it wasn’t enough to distract from the feeling of Aizetu’s hand now against his hip.
“Though it is sad that you are the only one bearing the burden of his desire. That’s not fair to you at all.” Nails skimming down the crest of his hip bone, goosebumps blooming across his flesh.
“Aizetsu.” Sekido warned quietly, brows furrowing.
“No, no, he’s got a point. You’ve got what… another three or four days of this?” Karaku replied.
His gut churned with a mixture of arousal and reluctant acceptance at the fact, hissing out a breath. Karaku had dropped back into a crouch, bracing a palm against the futon between Sekido’s legs. Aizetsu’s fingers had also drifted down, down to a muscled thigh, urging Sekido’s legs apart slightly.
Urogi was watching him closely, pupils mere pinpricks within the alluring rich gold of his irises. But Karaku reached up with his free hand to skim his claws under Urogi’s chin, scratching lightly and his pupils blew wide before his expression softened again, easily pacified.
“Spit it out already. What are you plotting.” He huffed, just for his breath to catch when Aizetsu’s hand closed gently around the base of his softened dick. The other clone tensed briefly as if preparing to be reprimanded, but Karaku’s voice recaptured Sekido’s attention before he could properly scold the bold touch.
“Well… I mean, I just figured that maybe we could help you out a little! Split the attention, make things a little easier on you. You know as much as I do that if you actually leave he’ll be pissed, so the least we can do is offer some… assistance?” He toyed with the word, watching the way Urogi’s hot mouth was working along Sekido’s throat and collarbones, and his features darkened under the weight of his gaze, a blush following the path of those teeth and tongue.
He could feel those strong hips starting to rock again, the avian chirping under his breath as his leaky member began to emerge from its sheath. His hips rutted forward, grinding momentarily along his thigh, but Karaku wrapped his fingers around the throbbing length. The clone of Joy squirmed for a moment before resettling, half leaning across Sekido’s side and chest, lazily humping into the circle of Karaku’s fingers. He was kissing at his skin, crooning softly at him as if Sekido was the one providing him that pleasure.
He was unfortunately proving Karaku’s point. He didn't know if he necessarily wanted to handle this alone. It was shameful to be seen in such a weak dependent state, but at least these were demons he knew, and could unfortunately trust.
“ Fuck …” He breathed, shifting his own hips a little to make it a little easier for Aizetsu who had moved down to slowly pair the drag of his hand around his length with the drift of his mouth. The demons' ears were pinned flat to the sides of his head as his tongue dipped out to place kittenish licks at the base of his velvety shaft.
“Why do I feel like you were hoping things would end up like this.” Desire was beginning to curl slowly through him regardless, an even pulse of heat compared to the way Urogi was already panting against his shoulder. He interlaced clawed fingers through his wild hair, pulling lightly. It earned a gasp, and then a trill when his grip tightened further, trembling as Aizetsu began to slowly clean up the mess of seed that stained his tense abdomen and trembling thighs. His dick was beginning to swell from the gentle attention, and he shifted, groaning low in his throat.
“Nope! Pleasant chance of fate, that’s all.” Karaku laughed in response, casually working his fist around Urogi’s dripping arousal, the clone of Joy with his rut addled brain no longer wary of the demons who would’ve been perceived as intruders mere moments before, same origin or not. He was crooning happily, gaze foggy and distant beyond the capabilities of rational thought.
Brown wings flapped, bumping clumsily against the wall, feathers brushing against them and stirring up the warm air. He was sucking on that soft swatch of flesh just beneath Sekido's ear again, bruises blooming on tanned flesh. Aizetsu’s own mouth had found Sekido’s inner thighs, cool hands urging him to tilt his hips up, allowing his tongue to lap soothingly at Sekido’s rim. He hissed with pleasure, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair too, and Aizetu gasped a quiet little “ah- gentle-” before whimpering and dipping his head to resume his task.
Sekido squirmed, a halfhearted growl threatening to rise. And then Urogi was groaning into his ear, a low “ nnnn… Sekido~” that had his already tentative resistance was waning. His heart skipped in his chest when he caught sight of Karaku starting to shimmy out of his pants, lips pulling into a smug grin.
“I mean. It sounds like they're both fine with it.” Sekido glanced to the side before his eyes pinched shut, biting his lower lip hard enough to tear flesh in order to stifle a traitorous moan. Aizetsu was too skilled with his mouth, licking into him with long purposeful strokes of his tongue, warm breath fanning against his skin. And Urogi was still there, eager hands and little needy whines as he tried to rut against his leg.
Sekido swallowed, before giving an agreeing nod as well.
“Hell yeah.” Karaku breathed, dipping down to claim his bloodied lips in a kiss. “Don’t worry, we gotcha. Fuck, this’ll be fun~”