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Denji had been in Public Safety for as long as he could remember. His orders were simple, day to day. Sleep, eat, kill, repeat. He rarely saw anybody, and the few people he did see were blocky, plain-faced males. These men would escort him to wherever the devil was, and sick him upon it like a dog. He had lived life within these very scarce limitations for his entire existence.
And then one day he was let out into an apartment. He was to stay with a man named Aki. Aki cooked dinner for him, let him bathe, set up a futon for him in the spare room. Aki’s eyes followed him everywhere he went, but Denji wasn’t sure what to make of it. He had never been good at reading humans, especially men.
For the first few months, Aki would not let him out of his reach. But after plenty of good behavior on Denji’s part, Aki would leave him alone at home and sometimes would let him go out on errands on his own.
Denji typically stuck to the routes around town that Aki lead him down. But some construction drove him in the opposite direction of the konbini one day, and lead him past a coffee shop where he caught sight of a girl.
Denji had seen maybe a total of twenty women his whole life, all of them just as captivating as the last, except maybe the particularly old ones. Those did not incite a fire in his chest so much as they warmed it in a distinctly unsexy way. But this girl… this girl was his age, it seemed like. And the thought stilled him, because he had never considered that there may be women that are his age. At very least, he never thought he’d be close to one.
He entered the coffee shop before he really knew what he was doing, and the girl peered at him curiously as he stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
“Hellooo…” Her voice was soft, light, so sweet compared to every voice Denji had ever heard in his entire life. She drew out the word like a cat’s curious growl, until it shifted into a question.
“Uh, hi.” He waved. “I’ve never, uh, been in here before.”
Her face remained still for a moment, before her mouth slowly, ever so slightly, shifted up into a smile. A smile that slid up her cheeks to her eyes, they squinted. They were green - the color of jade sculptures they sell on late-night tv shopping networks.
“Alright, no biggie,” She spoke languidly, like she had all the time in the world, like in fact there was no such thing as time. Time did not apply to this girl, she owned it, he was meeting God. Should he bow? “Go ahead and grab a seat and I’ll getcha a menu.”
“Gotcha.” He had never said that word before. He had heard it on TV. He imagined it was born from her own natural “getcha”. She squinty smiled at him as he crossed the room to sit down at the table opposite from her own, and then got up and dawdled around the counter to grab a menu.
“Here ya go.” She handed over the menu, a plain but rather tasteful design, though he hardly noticed because he was struck across the skull with a wall of text. A wall of words he could not fathom.
“U-uh… no pictures?” He looked up to her for help, and she froze again, face blank, reading his. Her smile came, went, came again, before she pursed her lips.
“Can you… not read?”
His face turned red in lieu of response, and she rushed suddenly to his side, nodding.
“You’re okay, so do you want something to drink?” She was sat beside him, almost leaning into him, pointing at the menu in his hands but peering at his face. She smiled, a little less squinty, more put on politeness.
“Uh… whatever’s good.”
She frowned. “Nothing’s good here, dummy.”
He jolted. It was absolutely uncalled for. He didn’t know how to respond. He had never considered that there might be bad food. All food he had eaten was cherished, especially since moving in with Aki, when he was given so many more options.
“Huh?”
“I don’t like much of our food at all. I mean, we do grind the coffee ourselves. Very fresh, you know? You want coffee?”
“S-sure. Coffee sounds good.”
Aki drank coffee. Denji didn’t like the way it smelled, but he wasn’t sure what else was on offer, and was getting very overwhelmed by the smell of her. She smelled sweet like the perfumes they sell at the konbini but way better.
“Sure. And what to eat? We have breakfast stuff, omelet and rice? Egg sandwich? Coffee jelly, too, that’s the only thing I really like.”
“I’ll get that too, then.”
She smiled at him. “Big fan of coffee, huh?”
“Nah.” He shrugged.
She laughed, and it seemed to make the room brighter, like the noise supercharged the lightbulbs themselves.
When she returned with the coffee and the plate of jelly, she set it in front of him and then returned to her seat by his side, though he didn’t need help reading anymore.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Denji.”
“Denji… name’s cute too.”
“Huh?”
“Where are you from, Denji?”
“Uh… ‘round here.”
“Ahh, I see. And what brings you into this place you’ve never been in before, and can’t read the menu of?”
He wasn’t sure if she was trying to insult him. Her sweet smile and shiny eyes said she was not. He took a chance.
“I… saw you through the window.”
She jolted, then laughed. “You creep! So you see a cute girl and you just have to go look?”
“I-is that not allowed?” His question was genuine but she seemed to take it differently.
“Well, if you weren’t so darn cute I would be calling the cops.” She reached out and grabbed his chin between her thumb and index finger, and his heart stilled in his chest. “Why aren’t you in school?”
“Why aren’t you?” He wasn’t completely sure what school entailed, even after many sitcoms.
“I asked first.” She wagged a finger in his face.
“I… dropped out.” He had heard that term once, on TV or from Aki. He wasn’t sure what that meant, either, just that conversations about school usually ended after mentioning it.
“Of high school?” She seemed alarmed. Was that not normal?
“Yeah… to work.”
“Oh.” She tilted her head. “They allowed that?”
“Uh… no.” He shifted his eyes out the window with the force of his lie. The sun streamed in and nearly made it impossible to see out the window. He was forced to turn back to the girl. No escape. “What’s your name, by the way?”
She reached up and tapped at the little plastic square attached to her apron, before looking down and frowning again. She smiled sheepishly. “I’m Reze.”
“Reze…” He had never met a girl before. Never had one introduce herself to him, give him a name to have. He knew the names of some women on TV, but those rarely stuck because they rarely stuck around. This one, though, this name seemed wholly unique.
“Denji… are you busy?”
“Uh… no.” That seemed to be the correct answer.
“I get off in two hours. Wanna come with me?”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
After the coffee (he spat it out) and coffee jelly (which was actually really good), he watched as she put away her apron and joined him in the sitting area, jingling her keys to lock up. “Boss-man will be back in about an hour, but for now…” She flipped the sign and locked the door. She kept the keys hanging off of her curved finger as she slid her opposite hand into his and led him out the back. She never dropped his hand, even when they were on the street, in the daylight.
Denji had never been anywhere but the grocery store, the hardware store, the konbini, the post office, Public Safety Headquarters, and Aki’s apartment. None of these places seemed correct, so eventually they just ended up back at Aki’s apartment, Denji unlocking the door with his keys (when he finally had to drop Reze’s hand, as he was not as deft with them as she was) and kicking off his shoes. As soon as his socked feet touched the hardwood floor, it crossed his mind that she would need to take her shoes off as well. Once again his body moved without thinking, and his knees hit the wood, reaching out for her outstretched shoe.
He wasn’t sure what he was doing, even as his hands reached out and cupped the bottom of her black Mary Janes. She stared down at him with a perplexed little smile, eyebrows furrowed but still squinty, and stayed still as he carefully removed it and set it neatly next to his own. Its twin quickly followed, and then both her socked feet were on the floor and she hadn’t had to make the slightest effort. That’s when he realized his intention - princess treatment. She did seem like one of those princesses in the movies, Kaguya or Cinderella, moving with such quiet grace. He wasn’t sure what he was.
“You’re funny, Denji.” She giggled.
He stood to his feet and shrugged. “Uh… you wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure.” She followed him into the living room, where she cozied herself onto one of Aki’s cushions. “What movie?”
“Pick one out.” He gestured to the shelf of VHS, and she perused her options slowly, closely, like she might need glasses. With one pale finger, she reached up and pulled one off the shelf, presenting it to him.
“Here you go.” She whispered. It stilled him a little.
He popped it in and navigated the menus blindly with the buttons on the TV. Then he returned to his own cushion beside Reze, where she watched him with a curious smile.
“Have you seen this one?”
“Nah. I usually watch TV.”
“What do you watch on TV?”
“Anything. I like the nature documentaries.”
She smiled again, squinty, so he knew she was happy. “Really?”
“Yeah, the wolves are awesome. Aki said he’d tape the next one for me.”
“Aki?” She tilted her head.
“He’s my roommate.” This was the excuse taught to him by said roommate.
“Ah.” She nodded. “Is he a dropout too?”
“Uhh… no, probably not.” He shrugged.
“Is he home?”
“Nah, he’s out at work.”
“When will he be back?”
“Dinnertime, about.. five?”
She nodded slowly, smiling with closed eyes. Then she glanced around the room pointedly, her gaze locking onto the clock on the wall. Two in the afternoon. She stood and on soft socked feet, she padded over to Denji and settled herself right in the crook of his lap.
“Huhhh…” The sound was involuntary. Confusion and pure ecstasy, because she was so sweet smelling and soft and ever so slightly heavy, a weighted doll on his lap that he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around and hold close.
“Denji…” She whispered. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
“N-no…”
She smiled as if she had known this all along. “Would you like to?”
“Y-yes…”
And then she pressed her mouth to his, gently, chastely. He felt as if he were in a dream, deep in a dream that he never wanted to wake from. She felt like a marshmallow, a girl-sized marshmallow sitting in his lap, positively melting into his mouth.
“Your teeth are sharp.” She whispered against his mouth, and he mouthed a soundless “Sorry”, to which she just shakes her head. “I like it.”
Her tongue slipped past his lips before he even processed she had one. And by the time he realized, and had thought about it for as long as was polite, it was far too late. He was melting, too, underneath her. Her hands rose up to his shoulders, wandering to his neck, stroking his throat, then rising to his jaw. She pulled her tongue out first, and he whined and very nearly followed her with his own mouth before letting her pull off of him with a smile. She dipped slightly to his jaw, first kissing there gently and then mouthing at him, nibbling on him.
Aki had given him mochi after dinner, three nights in. He watched Denji curiously nibble at it, and then wolf it down and sing its praises so intently that he handed him the rest.
“You’ve never had mochi before?”
“Hell no! I’ve never even had cake! Or jam. Tea!” He lifted his own bottled green tea, fresh with condensation.
Aki tore a tiny sliver off his mochi, and handed Denji the rest. Ever since then, Aki had provided some after dinner, when they sat down to watch the news.
That’s what Reze felt like, underneath his fingertips. Mochi. She was so soft she was almost dusty, like she was covered in baby powder, or powdered sugar. He tilted his head down just an inch, and as soon as he did she lifted her own head up to gaze at him, as if waiting for him to act. He did, leaning down to brush his lips across her shoulder, just to see if she was soft there too. And as soon as his lips touched her skin, of course he wondered if she really tasted sweet. He licked her, ever so slightly, and found that she did. She tasted like… mochi powder. Or, rather, that’s what her skin tasted like to him. Maybe it was sweat, he didn’t really care. He licked further, covering more surface area, over the ball of her shoulder and then back towards her neck, where he lapped at her nape and groaned.
She giggled as he continued, threading her delicate fingers through his shaggy hair. “You’re like a puppy!”
He leaned into her, eventually looming over her, nearly tilting her to the floor. And when he almost fell against her, he caught himself and pulled back with a gasp. She smiled and followed him back up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“W-wh-what are we doing?”
She laughed so hard she tilted her head back with the force of it, and shook her head so her bangs fell in her face. He reached up and brushed them out of it, tucking strands behind her ears. Pure instinct, and it made her shiver and grind against his groin suddenly. He clenched his teeth.
“We’re kissing.” She whispered.
“I know that much… is this… normal?”
She grinned, this time a little sheepish, batting her eyelashes at him. “What do you mean?”
“Like… I just met you.”
“And you like me?”
“Y-yes! Of course! But… shouldn’t I take you out on a date?”
“Of course. A date.” She slid off his lap and he whined like a puppy again. His mouth followed her more than anything. She stood to her feet and he reached up to touch her thighs again, feeling their buttery softness.
“Let’s make something to eat, huh? Dinner? I’m kind of hungry.”
“Mmm, okay.”
He followed her into Aki’s kitchen and helped her rifle through his cabinets, locating various dishes, cookware, utensils, and finally - a stash of packaged ramen noodles, and a couple of beers from the back of the fridge.
“Have you ever cooked before?” She said this in the way of teachers on TV, tilting her head like it was no big deal, even though she was trying to gauge just how out of his element Denji was.
“N-nah.”
“I’ll help you.” She nodded, grabbing a pot and putting it in the sink. “We have to boil the water first.”
He nodded. “Simple enough.”
“Mhm.” She took her full pot of water and placed it on the stove, motioning for him to come closer. She pointed out the knob on the stovetop, and the button to turn it on and start the little gas burner. She taught him how to push the knob in and turn it just so, so the gas will catch the spark. “See? And now we just wait for the water to boil.”
“Alright… we just… wait here?”
“Mhm.”
She leaned against the countertop and smiled at him, hand cradling her elbow, as if she were nervous. “Wanna try the beers?”
“Oh, u-uh, sure.” Denji tried to seem normal, like he drank these all the time, but really they were Aki’s and Denji had no reason to touch them. Every time he saw alcohol mentioned on TV, it was bad. Aki often lamented how much money he spent on alcohol, how many hours he had worked with a piercing hangover headache. Now the thought of a drink meant to be enjoyed with some kind of social implication actually intrigued him.
He popped the tab on the first one, and moved it only minutely towards his mouth before thinking better of it and offering it to Reze with a similarly sheepish grin. She took it and smiled at him pointedly as her fingertips brushed his. He felt warmth rush over the back of his neck and ears. She sipped at her drink and hummed, reading the can as Denji popped open his own.
“I think you’ll like it about as much as you liked our coffee.” She grinned, watching him expectantly.
“Oh, really?” He took a swig, and grimaced, sticking his tongue out and of course Reze laughed, nearly falling to her side on the kitchen counter.
“You’re so funny!”
“It’s nasty! How can you drink that?” She merely lifted her chin and smiled smugly, tilting the can to her lips and taking a long, quiet, graceful drink before placing it on the counter where it clanged, empty. His jaw dropped. “What the hell?”
She laughed again, kicking her feet in the air. He took a few sips, watching the flames on the stove, but eventually handed it over to Reze and took out a Coke instead. Just as he went to shut the door, Reze’s socked foot reached out and poked at his leg with ballerina toes. His first instinct was to grab at her ankle, and then he looked up to meet her gaze. She had his can of beer up to her mouth and made a big show of sticking out her little pink tongue and slowly swiping it along the lip of the aluminum, right where his own mouth had been.
A wave of arousal hit him so strong he very nearly fell down. He dropped her ankle, nonetheless, and she was giggling mirthfully.
“It’s just like kissing.” She whispered.
The water began to boil, and she hopped off the counter to drop the noodles in. He peered over her shoulder at the water, and curled an eyebrow upwards. “How do we know it’s done?”
“Whenever the noodles start to get soft and less starchy.” She replied chirpily, and though he didn’t know what starchy implied, he had never felt smarter. Whenever he asked Aki simple questions like that, though he couldn’t comprehend quite how simple, Aki always answered tersely or hurried and confused, like he didn’t know how Denji could have possibly not known. But coming into the world, there was so much Denji didn’t know.
“Do you know everything?”
“Mhm.” She nodded. “I’m psychic.”
“Psy… whuh?”
She giggled and peered at his face, reaching up and pinching his chin.
“I can read minds.”
“What?! No way.” He chuffed, crossing his arms.
“Mhm.”
“Then what am I thinking?” Denji leaned forward, glaring at her.
She leaned back, pondering, tapping at her own chin with her pointer finger. And then, aha, a smile. She stepped closer to him, right in his space, then reached up and threaded her thin fingers through his hair again. She dug her nails just so in his scalp, and then pulled him to her lips and pressed another firm kiss to his mouth. Her tongue again was in his mouth before he could make sense of the action, but he recovered much quicker this time, and tentatively met her licks with his own. This made her smile against his mouth and pull away, letting her grip on the back of his head loosen.
“Is that what you wanted? Was I right?”
He couldn’t even remember what they were talking about before she had kissed him. It took him a few seconds to recover, shaking his head as if to loosen the information somewhere and then nodding.
“Pretty much.”
“That’s what I thought! See, I’m psychic.” She raised her eyebrows.
“I dunno… maybe you just wanted to stick your tongue in my mouth.” He said, and she turned again to sit on the countertop, right next to Denji’s hand.
She giggled. “Maybe.” She reached out and hooked her little finger around the collar of his shirt, fiddling with the hem of it. He met her gaze again.
“You’re weird.”
“So are you.”
“Why me?”
“I would think,” She said, her sweet voice taking on a pensive tone, “That a boy like you would’ve already been with tons of girls by now. Have you ever been on a date?”
“Nuh uh.”
“That’s weird.”
“Why? Maybe… I was just waiting for you.” He mumbled. It wasn’t the truth, and surely even she knew that, but the thought crossed his mind of how perfect it was that she just so happened to be right in his line of sight, alone, right when he was available. And what were the chances that the first girl he saw actually did like him? Her silence was palpable, and when he met her eyes, she grabbed his chin and kissed him chastely right on the lips.
“I’m glad you waited.” She whispered, her lips brushing his softly as she spoke. “We’ll make the most of it.” She patted his cheek.
When the noodles were done, she whisked the flavoring in with a pair of Aki’s cooking chopsticks and pulled a few bowls from the cabinets overhead. She clucked her tongue at them.
“What?”
“They’re boring.” she shrugged. “I like the ones with little patterns on them.”
“Me too.”
“Then why have these?”
He shrugged back. “My roommate bought them.”
“Is he boring too?”
“You have no fucking idea. He’s an asshole.” He went into the living room to set up the little low table and move their cushions around. Reze came into the room with their two steaming, boring bowls and both of their drinks tucked into the crook of her elbow. She set the bowls down with all the expertise of a seasoned waitress and set the table just the same.
“So your roommate is an asshole?” She knelt down on her own cushion as he crossed his legs on his.
“Major. Fucking. Asshole.”
Reze saluted, but Denji had gone into a tirade before he could notice.
“He’s always nagging me about something, cleaning shit or sleeping in or not bathing or cuttin my hair?” He gripped a few dusty blonde tufts to prove his point. “What the hell is that? I mean, usually they just did that stuff for me.”
“Who?”
“Public Safety.”
He was distracted by his bowl, so he missed also the confused look that Reze gave him across the table.
“You… they cut your hair for you?”
He nodded. “They have a barber.”
She furrowed her brow. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would Public Safety keep a barber hired? They’re a government organization.”
Government and organization were words that Denji definitely knew, and definitely associated with Public Safety, but Reze said them as if they carried a different connotation than Denji understood.
“Uhh… who knows. They keep devils under lockdown, they’re weird as hell.”
Her eyes trained carefully on Denji.
“They… keep devils?”
“Yeah.” Her voice wavered enough to make Denji look at her. She looked different, her expression blank. “What?”
“I didn’t know that. I just thought they killed them.” She began to eat.
“Nah, they keep some to kill other devils. If they can, you know. Sometimes they’re not gonna be tamed.”
She nodded.
He knew well enough not to tell Reze he was in Public Safety under their care. Devils weren’t well received, much less Fiends, and as far as he knew Hybrids like him were few and far between. They may be Public Safety’s best kept secret. That’s what he’s heard from Aki and snippets of his conversations with coworkers.
They ate mostly in silence, Denji’s gaze flicking from his food to the TV to Reze. Even sitting there eating cheap ramen on the floor she looked like some kind of painting, like the ones they show in museums on TV. It was her coloring, her cheeks and her shoulders both had the same combination of pale and blush pink, it reminded him of a white peach. He again felt compelled to lick her.
When they had finished, and it wasn’t very long a time because half a ramen noodle packet hardly fills anybody, Denji absent mindedly stood and cleared out the dishes, leaving the table out as was typical for him and Aki. They usually stayed up even past the newscast, snacking and watching late night television until their eyes crossed. Aki, every once in a while, going out to the balcony to light a cigarette and take some peace and quiet away from Denji. They talked very rarely, but instead sat in the relative silence of two men who have in the past talked long enough to know they have little in common.
“Okay…” She said suddenly, her voice a relief to hear after so much tense silence, and he didn’t realize it was tense until she broke it and by then she was saying, “So now that our date is over with, we can get back to kissing.” and of course he immediately forgot about the odd feeling.
She stood to her feet and crossed the room to the entrance of the hallway, where she paused and turned to him. “Show me your room.” She beckoned, and he followed.
“Okay…”
It wasn’t anything special. Just as bland as his room back in public safety except he had tacked up a few free posters he got from magazines - all nudie stuff, which now made him reel and he very nearly pushed her out of the room but she had already caught sight of them.
“Oh!” She laughed. “See, this is a little less weird.”
“Huh?”
“This is what I expected.” She stood in front of a busty blonde in a bikini, one of those kogal girls with the heavy eye makeup and doll-like expressions. She just had really nice tits. She turned to Denji and gave him a look that made him immediately self conscious.
“It was… getting boring in here. Like… the decorations.” Was all Denji could manage.
She laughed, this time so hard she bent at the waist, and when she recovered her eyes sparkled with mirth. “Which is your favorite?”
He gazed around the room, considering his options. Each poster seemed vulgar now, totally unappetizing. It was all well and good to stare at half naked chicks all day, but now that he had a woman in his room the choice seemed clear.
“You.” He mumbled.
She dipped her head, just a second, as if she didn’t hear him and was going to ask him to speak again - but then it must have registered, and it gave her pause. She smiled, slowly, before stepping towards him just as carefully.
“Me?” Her tone was strange. Low and imploring, another cat’s growl. “I’m not even naked.”
He shrugged.
“That’s not fair, you know. I’m fully clothed, and they’re in their underwear,” She gestured to the posters on the wall, and Denji was stunned. “To really judge,”
And then she was reaching for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up, over her head. He caught sight of pink underwear and his eyes snapped up to respectfully glare daggers into her collar bone. His hands wandered to his face, intending to cover his eyes but failing miserably. “I feel like I’m in a porno.” He mumbled pitifully into his palms.
“Maybe you are.” She winked, and then unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down too. “You can look, Denji. That’s the point.” She assured him gently.
“I don’t wanna.”
She coughed out a laugh. “Denji you’ve got naked women all over your room! Look!” Now in only her underwear and socks, she crossed the room to his bed and pulled out a magazine, one that he thought he had hidden. She shook it under his nose. “See! Don’t think I don’t know about your porno magzzz,” drawing out the ‘z’, a mockery of the Denji’s archetype. Teen gangsters, older brothers with ‘KEEP OUT’ on their bedroom doors, punks in general.
She flipped through the pages, and when Denji tried to snatch it she kept it out of reach, lifting it high above her own head and laughing maniacally as he couldn’t get a good reach for it without risking brushing her bare skin. He was significantly taller, though, and his long arms made her give it up. He hid it behind his back, red-faced and breaking into a sweat now, still refusing to make eye contact with her bra.
“So, Denji,” But of course, she was a devil woman, and she knew how to reel him back. She pressed her back against the wall and crossed one ankle delicately over the other, reclining right alongside a large poster of a woman, similarly scantily clad. “Am I still your favorite thing to look at?”
His face was in his hands again and he whimpered, and shook his head, and groaned, and couldn’t make eye contact with her until she reached over and grabbed a fistful of his hair. She yanked his head up and he was forced to reconcile with the fact that her eyes were now his favorite color.
“Don’t be rude, Denji.”
“Yes!” He cried. “Yes, yes, you’re still -”
She kissed him, all tongue, kind of rough. Rougher than before for sure, and then she was pushing him down onto his futon and her little claws were scrabbling all over his neck, his shoulders. Her hand wandered to his own, resting respectfully in the valley between her hip and armpit, and her slim little fingers filled the gaps between his just so. She bit at his lip with a fervor that took him by surprise, and then with one swift movement of her left arm her bra was gone and he was making peace with her tits in his face.
“Oh god.” He groaned, and he had never said that, it was never in his vocabulary. Devils do not have gods. He supposed Aki said it, every once in a while just as a slang phrase, and he picked it up. It was fitting, the timing. Nothing could bring Denji to Godliness like the seeing the body of a woman.
She giggled. “Is that a good sign?” She whispered.
He fell back onto the futon and she followed, one hand in his, the other propping herself up above him. They stared at each other for a good moment, a beat of silence passing, then she sat back on his lap and pulled him up by their interlocked fingers.
“You can touch them.” Her hand carried his up to her chest, where he felt the soft swell underneath his fingertips and swallowed so hard it hurt. She was soft there, too, each breast like a palmful of mochi. He pressed his forehead to her chestbone, sighing, overwhelmed. He idly played with the one breast in his hand as he felt her heartbeat thrum against his temples. And then, after a moment, he lifted his head and brought his mouth to her nipple, the same blush pink as her cheeks, her shoulders, the tips of her fingers. He licked it, tentatively, and she shivered and writhed underneath him. A hand threaded through his hair as he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked. “Oh, Denji…”
“Fuck…” He whispered against her. He kept sucking, just for the feeling, just for the taste. She was sweet, strangely, like she really was made of sugar. He couldn’t stand to eat anything else or drink anything else, she’d have to feed him her blood if she wanted to cure his thirst. The thought made his heart roar to life, and he had to put his forehead to her sternum again to calm himself down. When he recovered, he turned his attention to the neglected breast and made sure it didn’t feel left out. And then once more to the first. And then returned to the second to make sure it knew he didn’t have a favorite. And by then Reze was pulling him back up to kiss her again, her hand on the back of his neck and her tongue slipping past his lips.
This time he wasn’t surprised. He followed suit, licking into her mouth and tasting her, and as he did she moaned slightly and he swallowed it and kept lapping at her tongue. She pulled away with a gasp.
“Denji…” Her voice was low. “Do you want… to eat me out?”
“Mhm.” He knew what that meant, better than any big word or pop culture reference. He kissed her closed mouthed, and then began to kiss down her neck, chest, and then pulling back. “Lay down?”
She nodded, and shuffled off of him, settling onto her back and watching him carefully. She was an angel in his bedroom, in his very bed, and he was awestruck for just a moment. Then his eyes wandered down to her panties and he resumed the task at hand.
He settled before her, kneeling atop the covers. He reached up with slightly trembling hands and gently pulled her panties down her thighs. It took more effort than he thought respectful, he was trying to treat her with as gentle a hand as he could. Women were fragile, weren’t they? Though she sure ran circles around him. Once they were past her ankles, he thought to just throw them like any pair of boxers, but caught himself and gently tossed them atop her bra so she would have no issues dressing back up.
When he turned back, her legs were spread and she was visibly slick between them, even on her thighs. He exhaled through his mouth with a low whistle and then flopped down onto his stomach between her open legs, hooking his elbows underneath her thighs and pulling her gently towards him. She moaned softly, and he looked up at her curiously. Reze was covering her mouth with her hand, wide eyed.
“I didn’t even do anything yet.”
“Shut up.” Her voice was an airy little whisper, and her foot smacked against the back of his head, pushing his inquiring head back down into her center.
“Yes ma’am.” He replied, kissing her thighs. He couldn’t help himself but linger, both because her plushy thighs captivated him uniquely and he liked the frustrated sounds she was making now. Up until he put his mouth on her, she had been teasing him with absolutely no recourse. He couldn’t help himself however, and began kissing down towards his target of interest.
He kissed her there first, and then he lapped up a thick line between her folds. She groaned and gripped his hair again hard. He almost rose up again to tease her, but as soon as she felt his grin on her soft skin she pushed his head down even harder than before and he knew she was telling him to shut the fuck up.
She was warm and wet and surprisingly sweet, and immediately Denji was addicted to her. Her taste, her smell, the feeling of her slick walls on his tongue. He found a spot she really liked him to suck on, a little nub that captivated him immediately because as soon as he began paying attention to it she began to really wriggle underneath his hold. He felt kind of like he was wrangling some wild animal, keeping her on his mouth while she writhed, her legs kicking the air and sometimes thumping against his back.
“Fuck!” She keened when he dipped his tongue into her hole, seeking out more of her juices to drink up. Nevermind him drinking her blood, she could water him this way, if she could stand it. “Denji!” She gasped like she was surprised, like she had never -
Maybe she hadn’t. He hadn’t thought to ask her. She had interrogated him about all his first kisses, first dates, his porno preferences. But he hadn’t thought that maybe she really did know everything. Maybe she had had a boyfriend before. Gazing up at her pretty face, her rocking body, fantastic tits… yeah, for sure, he was not the first. It would be a sin, surely. But he was suddenly filled with determination to be the best she’d ever had.
Denji was uneducated but he was far from unteachable. A young dog, he could learn plenty of tricks, especially when rewarded with Pavlovian techniques. Every time he made a move that made her noisier, wrigglier, he tried to reuse it as much as he could. Eventually he was moving with expertise, developing a series of ministrations that was slowly opening her up a bit. Her groans turned to drawn out moans, and it wasn’t stuff he had heard in the actual porno he had filched from that first fiend he took care of. It seemed she couldn’t hold back the noises she made. The more she worked herself up the whinier she sounded, until eventually she was screwing up her face like she was in pain but she wouldn’t let him pull away. She kept pushing his head down, shaking her head violently at every questioning noise uttered out from between her thighs.
“Don’t stop,” She rasped, “Don’t, please, please, Denji,”
So he kept going for a moment longer, and then her thighs began to tremble against his ears, and she pushed him away. At first he was a little startled and heartbroken, and the same kind of upset he would have been if someone had yanked an ice cream cone out of his hand. But as he got to his knees and sat back a little, he realized he had actually made her cum. They didn’t show this part, in that movie, and it was a mystery as to why. He could watch her all day, over and over again.
She was relaxed against the pillows, coming down, her breathing a little ragged and her hands up above her head like she had just thrown herself upon the bed. He laid back down between her legs and rested his cheek on her milky thigh. She looked peaceful, almost like she was sleeping really deeply, except for the fact that her face was unusually flushed. A feverish sleep. Either way, she captivated him like no magazine ever would. Again he was reminded of those paintings. Maybe they should go to a museum. Would Aki give him the money if he told him it was to learn about culture? Denji knew he wouldn’t believe him for a moment.
The taste of her remained in his mouth and he clicked his tongue to taste it several times over. He wanted to remember it. And her smell. She smelled like fresh laundry, sheets that Aki pulled right out of the dryer for Denji to dress his futon. At least, while she had her clothes on. Now that she was naked and he between her legs, she smelled like skin and sweat, and that was just as nice to nuzzle his face into. He buried his nose in her thigh and her hand once again found its way in his hair, scratching slowly, absently at his scalp, like she was half in a dream.
“Feel good?” He asked, mouth half obscured by her thigh.
“Yes.” It came out as a sigh.
“You gonna let me do it again?”
She gave him a look, but he wasn’t sure how to read it. He just flashed her a grin that was far more charming than he knew. Her head flopped against the pillow again with a sigh but she was smiling.
“You still need your turn.”
“My turn?” If he had a tail, it would be thumping like a heartbeat. Then he remembered his manners. “Well, if you want…”
“You wanna fuck me, Denji?” Her gaze, rather than chilling, lit his body aflame. The way she said it so simply, with no movement or fanfare, as if it were the most natural thing in the world - it felt naughty.
“Y-yeah, if you want me to.”
She sat up on her elbows. In the same tone, she whispered, “I want you to fuck me Denji.”
“You’re gonna kill me.” He whimpered, and she grinned, beckoning him with a come hither finger.
“Wait,” She said, pointing to his chest. “Take those off. Strip for me.” She tilted her head.
He groaned, standing to his feet and taking off his shirt in one smooth motion. She whooed. When he unbuttoned his pants, she spread her legs and reached between them, keeping her eyes on where his hands were working as she slipped a finger inside herself. He couldn’t watch, he knew he’d come on the spot, so he just whimpered again and tried to work his pants off as fast and as sexily as possible, which it turns out is damn near impossible. His boxers had a wet spot the size of his fist and his face turned redder than it had the entire evening as he dropped them and threw them in a dark corner. When he turned, hands over his crotch, hers were pulled away and waving at him to uncover himself.
“Lemme see, lemme see!” At first he thought to refuse, but then he remembered what the whole point was and decided he may as well. He let his hands drop and she whistled with surprising skill. “Yup. You’re sexy, Denji. Come on down here, big boy.”
He dropped to his knees like struck over the head and crawled to her, dipping his head to bury his face between her tits. Her hands came up to rub at his shoulders as she cooed encouragingly. Her fingers left a wet trail behind on the hill of his shoulder and neck. That made him abandon his post at her breasts and press another kiss to her mouth, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth first, making her squeak in surprise. Then, she lifted her legs and wrapped her legs around his hips, reminding him who was in charge.
He couldn’t help but drop his mouth to her neck, and as soon as he began to kiss there he felt compelled to lick, and suck, nibble a little like she had done his lips. She really was soft everywhere.
“Come on, Denji… want me to help?” She wiggled her hips and he nodded, shuddering as the head of his cock brushed her lips. Indulgently she reached down for him, and kissed his cheek when he whimpered as she took him into her hand. She guided him to her opening and then gave him a little nudge. “Go ahead, sweetie, slow…”
He moved as carefully as a surgeon, whimpering as he felt her tight heat envelop him. And she gasped, too, as he entered her, hands flat against his back. “Oh Denji…”
“Y-y-you’re really tight…” Was all he could manage, and trust he was trying. “And warm.” Bless him.
“You’re doing so good sweetie, you feel really good - you can move a little more.” He shifted his hips, angling deeper, until she was so tight he thought maybe that was as deep as she went. But she was shaking her head even before he could question her. “Keep going baby.”
He liked all the nice things she was suddenly calling him. The names made his chest feel warm. He pushed a little further, until with a sudden slip he reached his hilt, and they both groaned. He buried his head in her hair and uttered a string of nonsense and curse words.
“Reze…” He whined into her ear, and she stroked his back. “I don’t wanna cum too fast…”
She laughed, really just an amused exhale. “Don’t worry about it, Denji, you’re doing so good… you feel really good.”
“Hm?” He relished her compliments.
“You’re so big…” She whispered, and it made his stomach do flips. “Fit perfectly…”
He kissed her neck several times, slowly lapping after each one, making her giggle the first few times and then moan as he moved to a particular spot she liked. Eventually he didn’t feel at risk for immediately blowing his load, so he continued slowly rocking his hips against her. She gasped as he began, then peppered kisses along his jaw, wrapping her arms up over his shoulders and hugging him to her.
This felt way better than Denji had ever dreamed. She was so warm and sweet and so perfect, he felt like as soon as he was done he could just curl up right there dick still inside and he’d fall right to sleep. He wondered if she’d let him.
“Denji…” She whispered, just to hear it he supposed, looking at him with a soft expression. He shifted his angle just so and she gasped again, nodding. “Right there, Denji, like that… oh please…”
She was so needy. He liked it a lot. He liked that she wanted something from him, that he could provide. He tried to hit the angles she liked, once again focusing on the noises she made as signs of his success. But this time was a little different than him going down on her, this time every time he made her groan, she clenched around him and he was distracted by his own pleasure. His hips, however, were not distracted. They moved of their own accord, drawing out the moans from her and thus, himself.
“God, Reze…” The only things he could think of and trust that they were synonymous.
“Denji… faster, a little faster baby -” He picked up the pace and she groaned, nails digging into the thick skin of his back and scratching divots into him. He didn’t mind at all, it felt really good, and then he sunk his teeth into her neck and she howled. As soon as he did it he thought uh oh but she writhed under him and she did not seem to be going anywhere. “Fuck!” She snapped. “Do it again, Denji, bite me -”
Well, she did say she liked his sharp teeth. He bit down again right above her collarbone, and he tasted just a little bit of blood, flesh underneath his lips. She kicked her legs, just like she had done earlier, but this time really thumping them along his lower back like she was fighting through the pain. But after the shivers wore off she was begging him, “Again, again, please Denji -”
He littered her in bite marks, all along her neck, her collarbone, the fleshy parts of her tits. As soon as he reached for a nipple she smacked the back of his head and said, “Not there!” And he retreated immediately, returning to her pre-approved areas.
He was picking up the pace unintentionally, chasing his own orgasm, and she seemed happy to ride the high with him. He lavished his tongue all over the wounds he left behind, clear bite marks etched into her pasty skin like little red ink drawings. She was his own work of art.
“Fuck, Denji, fuck me -” She mumbled something incoherent, it sounded like she was speaking in tongues, but she seemed to be coming around again and he didn’t stop. Whatever she was saying, if it was a language at all, was beautiful. Her voice became like the clinking of fine china, delicate and sweet, and she almost babbled as she came over the edge again. She shook all over, trembling as if she were out in the cold, and he wasn’t far behind her. He came with a groan and a shudder about his shoulders and then buried his face in the crook of her neck, where his teeth marks stung her skin.
This time, the peaceful silence lasted much longer. They both lie there, panting, sweaty skin stuck to each other but neither having the energy nor the will to move. Because they were cozy there, tangled up in one another, the cool air of the attached aircon washed over them. The machine itself seemed to know what they were doing, and had kicked on right as they finished. Denji never felt more at peace with the world. He felt like a Buddhist monk, content to close his eyes and let all his thoughts just rush past him. To press his lips into soft mochi dusted skin and sleep for the rest of time. Maybe in Hell, one day.
After several minutes of happy silence, she began to pet his hair again. The movement on his skin woke him up slightly, and he gently rolled to the side so he wasn’t crushing her.
“I don’t mind.” She said, reading his mind like the psychic she was. He threw an arm over her stomach and she laughed. “Wanna cuddle?”
“Mhm.” He moved onto his side and opened his arms so she could slot herself between them. She scooched closer to him, content to stay face-to-face, and let him wrap his arms around her. He examined the bites he left on her neck, very visible now. He licked one, softly, gently, as if that were a proper apology. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes.” She said, closing her eyes. “But I like it.”
“Kinda kinky.”
“Yes, but you like it.” She poked at his chin with her finger. “You… sweet boy.”
“You shouldn’t call me sweet. I bit you.” He mumbled, licking another mark.
“Well puppies bite, don’t they? I can’t blame them. I can’t blame you, baby.” She scratched at his head, and he realized that most of the time, she was just petting him like a dog. It felt kind of nice, actually. He didn’t mind being a pet, so long as he was her favorite pet. And it seemed like he was.
“I like you a lot.” He muttered against her jaw.
“I like you too.” He could hear it in her voice and feel it on his skin, she was smiling. He hoped he’d never forget either.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Denji asked, his voice a whisper. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t smile again. A few moments passed, his heart grew cold. When he pulled away to look at her, her eyes were shiny with tears.
“Denji… I have something to tell you.”