Amasai Oneshots

Dancing with my Devil (Demi-Angel Au)

Cw: Fruity. Very Fruity. Sexual Themes.
Happy Pride month.

Rantaro leaned in close using his index finger to tilt the others head up ever so slightly up to look at his beautiful face, the face of the boy he couldn't resist looking at whenever he got the chance to during the day, the way he darted his sleepy eyes struggling to hold eye contact, the blush slowly but surely making its way to his pale cheeks. Finally Staring back at one another the moonlight hitting the bedrooms window illuminating the room.

Shuichi was at a lost for words. Getting lost in Rantaros evergreen eyes slightly covered by his unkept hair. The smirk forming on his lips like he just knows what hes doing to him. He looked so.. right. And the light of the moon pointing out all of his angelic features.. the way his freckles lightly dusted the tips of his nose, his cheeks, causing him to wonder if is whole body is freckled, Glimmering off the piercings lining is ear, his eyebrow.. his nose. His wings .. they were nearly as tall as his body. Just as his own were. Though they were as black as the midnight sky.. with forest green like the northern lights, fading on the edges that reminded him of a woodland forest.. it screamed "home" Much more magnificent then his with a blue hue speckling the ends, Yet Distracted by his killer looks. Taking in how ethereal Rantaro was. He just barely snapped out of his trance when that low gentle voice started out,

"I promise.. no one will know, no one has to know, unless you want them too of course Shu.." He quietly whispered in his ear sending a shiver down the others spine. It was enough to make Shuichi melt. Leaning his body against his, he wanted to be closer. As close as possible. he already knew his answer, he wouldn't need to be convinced, hed willingly give up his pride, his body, everything to this beautiful boy. Though that might just be him thinking with his lower region. "This is a bad idea..." he murmured against the pierced boys neck. Taking in his faint pure herbal scent.

Shuichi bit his lip while thinking about the offer. He should protest. But he really didnt want to. Rantaro ran a hand through Shuichis already messy hair. "So what, if your wings turn black?" His voice calm.. gentle bringing up the heavy subject that weighed. Shuichi loved it so much.. the care that was being evidently given. "they also turn black when your feeling upset.. when your enraged.. when your Lust for me is soo evidently there" he said snickering. the last two words lingered in the air. there was a pause and a light blush covered the latters nose,though he couldnt protest. because as he glanced over his shoulder, his wings were indeed black Unlike its usual White. Angels are complicated creatures even us half ones. And he wouldn't like to admit it but there's nothing decent about what he's thinking about right now. The thought of being scolded or shamed wasnt even prominent right now anymore, he could always plan a future away from all that, and with Rantaro Amami. All he could think about is wanting Rantaro to grip his hair. Bite and leave marks all over his neck..

"you cant keep running away from yourself Shu.. your wings won't always be white, and they wont always be black. We may not be exactly human but we still experience human emotions. Just like everyone else.." this message was supposed to be received in a compassionate way, but the way Rantaros voice lingered the seduction behind it, made him want to double down over, like he couldn't stand.

Though on the other hand, He was right, there was nothing he could do to stop it, it was just how their species was. And dwelling on it And avoiding it, attempting to avoid him.. wouldnt make anything any better especially with how pent up he is, haven't seeing his lover in quite some time. Just because his parents wings always stayed white, doesn't mean his has to. Rantaro could see how his partners pupils began to dilate the moonlight hit his golden eyes like a bullet. He himself began to get lost in them.

"But then again this is all up to you sweetheart, i wont do anything you dont want me too, just say the word.. and ill stop" again with that hushed tone of voice. He wanted Rantaros hands on him more than anything.. he craved his touch. Maybe it's because hes been without it for so long, and finally having him by his side who understands him. All of him. Feels the same way as him, was almost too good to be true. Or maybe hes just desperate to have Rantaros hands all over him.. He wanted the other to tear him to shreds. Rip him apart.. Till there was nothing left of his being.