Akaza x Rengoku

Bad dream

Douma decided he wouldn't listen to Akaza anymore. He roughly forced his way inside Akaza, spreading his hole open without even bothering to prepare him. Akaza's eyes widened and teared up while his back arched and he let out a pained scream. Douma chuckled.

-"It seems like I'll see these tears really soon~!" He said on a proud tone.

Akaza did his best to hold his tears back as he didn't want the younger to feel like he won over him. Douma didn't seem to mind; he didn't plan on stopping there anyways. He started thrusting in the pink haired boy roughly. It was hard to tell if he wanted to hurt or pleasure his subordinate, or maybe he simply didn't even care. Akaza's body would react faster then his brain, making him whimper and moan whenever Douma would move inside him. He hated the feeling but his body simply wasn't listening to him anymore. Douma was simply using his body to pleasure himself, letting out small grunts as he went faster and rougher, using his demons capacity to go over any human speed and strength. Even if he did hurt Akaza, he knew he would heal anyways. He suddenly hit Akaza's sweet spot, making his body arch and making him let out a loud moan as his eyes rolled back. Douma smirked and started hitting that spot over and over again, simply loving the faces Akaza would make whenever he'd hit it. Akaza couldn't think anymore as his brain and body focused on all the pleasure he felt. He felt Douma twitch inside of him but the information didn't even get to his brain that Douma came inside of him. Akaza moaned loudly and came all over his chest. Douma smirked and pulled out slowly, making Akaza moan again. Akaza was left panting and crying. He could feel Douma's cum slowly dripping out of his ass. He felt disgusted by himself and how the younger one was able to abuse him that way. Douma smirked as he looked at Akaza and went to wipe the tears away.

-"Aw~ why are you crying Akaza-Dono~? We had some fun!" He said innocently. "Now you know what happens when you disrespect me~."

Douma untied Akaza who simply curled up on himself. Douma pat his head and covered him with a blanket before heading out without another word. Akaza was left alone, sobbing as quietly as possible. After all, Douma simply stole his virginity as if it was nothing...

Since that day, Douma would go to Akaza whenever he felt like it and raped him. Middle of the day or night, he would simply abuse the older male. Akaza never felt this lonely in his whole life. He wanted to be a demon to be stronger but he only felt weaker then before. He quietly wondered why no one bothered to help him as he knew everyone noticed. He knew Muzan probably didn't care at all. Kokushibo was too dense to notice anything. Daki and Gyutaro were considered as Douma's kid and Daki always hated Akaza. And the others probably didn't care at all. He didn't hate them, he was helpless in front of Douma so what would all of them be able to do against him? He didn't hate them. He was simply desperate for help.

He only ever started really hating them after the train incident. He was sent to watch over Enmu, a lower moon he didn't particularly like. Sadly or not, Enmu was killed. When he went to meet the slayers, he fought the flame hashira : Kyojuro Rengoku. Akaza acted as his confident self, not wanting Douma to take even that away from him. He thought he was a good actor but as they fought close, Kyojuro asked him the most simple question ever :
-"Are you ok?"
Asked on the softest tone he ever heard. Of course, Akaza couldn't start unloading his feelings to a demon slayer. The fight ended with him stabbing through the hashira's body. He quickly left the scene and went to his house, the only place he had peace. He started hating himself as soon as he reached his room. Why did he have to kill the only person that seemed to care about him? He collapsed on the ground, crying heavily as he felt as if his whole body was burning him. His body felt heavy and he was tired. His energy was drained from the constant abuse Douma was putting him through and from his previous fight. He didn't know what to say about his mental health. It was simply horrible. He stayed on the floor, curled up and crying until he finally fell asleep.