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“Yooooooo guyssssss,” I hollered. I was wearing black cut-off shorts and a white crop top printed with the slogan ‘normal people scare me’. My fishnet tights were black, the same colour as my soul. My heeled ankle boots had pointy metal spikes on them. At my side is my trusty umbrella, one which has been passed down the generations, even though it’s made of plastic and looks very modern. I look into a pool of water to see my reflection. Even though I have clear pale skin, long brown hair and wide eyes I know I’m super ugly. A lot of people tell me I look like Nezumi from no.6 (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm a human but my teeth are straight and white just like all the men in my life. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there.
“Shhhhhh! Sendo don't yell!” Atsushi yelled at me. “We're trying to hide from the others.”
I frowned, feeling insanely guilty all of a sudden. I hadn’t meant to shout, I was just so excited to see my friends! I’d always watched them from the sidelines for so long, holding my trusty umbrella aloft, wishing and hoping and begging that one day I could join them. And that day hadn't come soon enough! Only for the first thing for my foolish self to do was ruin it all by shouting like some FOOL!!
Soma smiled at me gently, “don't worry about it Sendo. We’re all a bit nervous at the moment. But if we work together, we might be able to survive this! I know that's what my brother Ciel would want us to do!”
“Sendosenpai,” Nekozawa turned to me, “which way do you think we should go?”
“I dunno mate. But I got some real hankering for some deer leg ramen. Say, how about I hop over to that there near food cart and I procure us some refreshments?” I replied in my classic Japanese accent.
“As long as you’re paying,” Atsushi sniffed.
Soma’s smile was strained as he offered me his pouch of gold coins.
Did Soma, like, hate Atsushi or something? That was weird, I sure hoped none of them would try to kill each other while I was away!!!
Even Nekozawa seemed affronted by Atsushi’s bitchiness. Well, it made sense why Atsushi was the school slut. He had to get validation from somewhere seeing that even his nearest and deerest hated him.
Prof Ayato would be so proud of me for picking up on his teachings.
“If I'm not back in 15 minutes, please come looking for me guys! The three of you,” I turned to Atsushi, Soma and Nekozawa in turn, “are who I trust here. Together, we can survive. And just in case, I'll leave a trail of Soma’s gold coins as a trail should you need to come find me!”
Soma came close to me, clapping his palms on my shoulders and leaning down to rest his forehead against mine, his sweet breath wafting into my nose. “Sendosenpai, how could you even suggest we would forget you? We’ll be counting down every minute you’re gone. Now,” he slapped my phat asscheek cheekily, letting it jiggle against his palm, “Go get us some ramen.”
I tried to move but Soma’s hand was still grabbing at my asscheek, nails digging in, like he wanted me to leave it behind as a souvenir. I giggled, face flushing, picking my umbrella off the floor and swatting Soma’s arm as I hopped away, dropping a coin with every step.
I skipped up to Inosuke’s food stall, rolling onto my toes and looking up at him through my brown orbs, fluttering my eyelashes. “Four deer leg ramens for me and my three friends please. And they’re waiting for me to get back, don’t kill me!!” I flirted.
“Hahahahaha!” Inosuke laughed, pointing at me. “You're far too weak and puny for me to kill!” his abs rolled with his laughter, glistening in the moonlight. I had to wipe the drawl from my chin, practically ravenous with hunger. “Would you like some cocaine on the side with that ramen?”
I bit my lower lip. I’d love to snort some cocaine off THOSE abs. Those scars, running across his chest, evidence of the harsh battles he had once fought in, would be great to line the coke up on.
Inosuke seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He dipped his brothel spoon into the deep pan of ramen, hooking noodles onto it and moving it toward my face. The noodles slapped my chin and I opened my mouth for Inosuke’s glorious golden shower. He jerked his wrist and hot fluid spilt onto my mouth, dripping down my chin and my neck, rolling between my abs. I licked my lips, maintaining orb-on-orb contact with the boar mask.
Moaning loudly, “Inosuke!” I cried, begging for him to give me more brothel. I dropped my umbrella on the floor. Better make sure I don’t forget it when I leave ah ha!
He conceded, but not in the way I was expecting. Inosuke grabbed a fistful of my hair, forearm muscles tense. I winced a little at the pain, but it only stoked the embers of my desire. He pulled me towards him, our chests grazing, our erect nipples brushing against each other, sending a bolt of longing down me, straight into my fluttering Pokkle’s pocket.
With his spare hand he pulled his mask back a bit, revealing his sharp jawline and lucious lips. He used his leverage to force my head backward, running his tongue over my neck, sendo’s apple, chin, drinking up the rivulets of brothel that had spilt over my face.
I wasn’t expecting it when Inosuke suddenly pulled away, grabbing my head and forcing it into the pan of ramen. I grabbed the edges of the pan, trying to push away but Inosuke kept my head in place. Soon a floaty feeling of lightheadedness took over my senses and I moaned into the brothel, body heating up. I couldn’t hear anything, my lower body felt limp, all I could feel was the brothel in my face and the noodles swarming my skin. Everything felt soft as I lost control of my own body, at Inosuke’s whim, he had absolute control over whether or not I lived or died and I couldn’t help but shiver at the prospect.
Just as I was about to die, Inosuke pulled my head out of the ramen and I gasped, my moans high-pitched.
“Take me!!’ I moaned, grinding up against Insouke.
“Where?” he asked, tipping his head to the side in confusion.
“To heaven!” I screamed.
“Ohhhhhhh, okay!” he replied, pulling a knife out. He ran it between my shoulder blades, cutting my ‘normal people scare me’ shirt in half and letting it fall onto the floor between our feet.
My nipples, erect, protruding in the moonlight; Inosuke’s nipples, erect, protruding in the moonlight; my penis -
Inosuke moved to lift up his mask the rest of the way, licking his lips and leaning forward for a kiss -
“No,” I moaned, voice fluttering, “The mask stays on.”
“Alright,” he said, pulling his mask back on. “Then let me show you what I do for my raelly special customers…”
I wasn’t expecting it when Inosuke forcefully shoved me to the ground, my side hitting the hard soil as he kicked my ribs so I’d roll onto my stomach. Inosuke sat on my back, twisting both my arms behind my back until they hurt, pulling long strands of ramen out from behind his food stall and using them to tie me up. I moaned into the grass. Inosuke repeated his movements with my ankles, connecting my wrists and ankles. My asshole fluttered with desire. The KING of all hogs had goddam gone done hog tied me up!
(Meanwhile - on the other side of the forest, Nekozawa picked a gold coin off the floor.
“Hey,” he said, stretching to his full height and holding it up for Soma and Atsushi to see, “Why are there a bunch of gold coins on the floor?”
Soma looked at Nekozawa in confusion. “I don’t know, but they gosh darn tootin look like those goddamnit gold coins I had on me here person earlier!” he exclaimed, “You’d be better off just droppin’ those bad boy gold coins back on the ground where you done gone and found them, someone might darn well be looking all over for them!”)
I squealed like a pig when Inosuke used the ramen ropes as leverage to drag me across the floor, my bare chest catching on the ground and skin getting torn up and bloody. One side of my face burned with pain as it dragged against the baby twigs and rocks, vision blurred and sideways.
I squealed even higher when he shoved his hotdog into my bun, passing me the sandwich to nibble on while he fucked my asshole from behind. Bloody mustard poured down my cheeks, staining the ground I laid on as I widened my orifice to engulf more of his long sausage.
It was nearing the end, I could tell. My skin felt oddly tight. The ropes loosened at my wrists and the ties fell apart. My pig-like squeals turned into honks and my fingers, curling into the ground, turned into hairy hooves. What was happening?? I tried to flail, but all I could do was squeal like a pig, honks uncoordinated. This only served to turn my partner on even more, Inosuke moaning at the sound and feel of my pig form. He seemed to be drawing pleasure from my tiny pink body.
He finally pulled off my body, kicking my thigh and pushing me toward the forest, listening to me squeal as I stumbled away on my four pig-hooves - unused to them but still buzzing with pleasure from the best sex I’d had in all of my human-animal life.
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“Yoooooo Inosuke,” Akutagawa stepped over the pile of blood and ramen on the floor, “One deer leg special please, with a side of a virgin’s blood.”
“A virgin?” Inosuke stroked his skin, he most certainly was not a virgin, not after all the humans he’d turned into pigs. Speaking of where was Sendosenpai, he could use that bacon. “That’s hard to come by, all I have is that slut Atsushi’s.”
“Gah,” Akutagawa scowled, “No WAY I hate the JINKO he’s so LAME I’d never work with him!!!! Stealing Dazai-san’s homework and blaming me for it!!! If only Dazai would acknowledge me instead of him!! Owo what’s this?” Akutagawa stopped ranting, distracted as he reached for the umbrella on the floor.
“I think they call it an um-bre-la,” Inosuke said smartly. He tried to remember where it had come from but all his brain could conjure up was the sound of pattering hooves and high-pitched squealing.
Akutagawa deployed it overhead, eyes widening in surprise. “An um-bre-la,” he said in awe, “I’ve never seen one in real life! I’ve only heard of them in legend! What a marvellous contraption! It will be very useful for shielding me from the sun.”
From the foliage, the couple heard a rustle, and out popped Kunikida Doppo. His mullet was neat and straight, his suit clean and untainted by the forest backdrop.
“Oh, Akutagawa. What are you here for?” he asked, body tense, ready for a fight.
“A meal,” Akutagawa’s teeth flashed with a disarming smile.
Hackles raised, staring at Akutagawa wearily, “Shall we call a truce then? I am also ravenous,” Kunikida replied. He slid into a seat at Inosuke’s food stall, watching Akutagawa mirror his movements.
Licking his teeth, “Ravenous, you say?”
Kunikida raised a brow, now addressing Insouke, “One ramen of the day, hold the cocaine.”
As Inosuke doled out one portion, Kunikida eyed Akutagawa from across the table. “Aren’t you eating?”
“Ah,” Akutagawa twisted the umbrella in his grip, “My meal takes...a little longer to prepare, if you get my gist.”
He didn’t, but Kunikida refused to be outsmarted by a guy with hair like THAT (no awareness for his own mullet), accepting the bowl of brothel silently while staring his dinner companion down. He raised a spoon of brothel to his lips, moaning at the flavour of Insouke’s golden elixir as it christened all of his taste buds and slid down his throat.
Akutagawa watched Kunikida eat silently. Kunikida lifted his orbs, catching Akutagawa’s gayze. He had never noticed before, but the young Port Mafia’s member’s eyes were dark and brooding, swirling like a pool of the most delicious brothel.
“Now you have eaten your meal...it is only fair I get mine too, huh?” Akutagawa lent across the table, gaze both serious and teasing. He slowly reached toward the other man, catching the tips of his hair in his fingers and tugging gently.
Waaaaa! Kunikda thought to himself. It was not part of his Ideal to dally with members of the Port mafia! But Kunikida would totally let Akutagawa’s submarine PORT at his station if you caught his drift winky face. But alas, his diary had somehow gone missing! Never before had he allowed it to leave his sight, but here, now, in these here Hunger Games, it was gone. Does that mean that his Ideals are gone too? Does he longer need to hold himself back with his self imposing constraints?
“Is that so,” Kunikida drawled, “And what meal is that?”
“Some might call it a snacc,” Akutagawa murmured, leaning closer, close enough for Kunikida to feel his cold breath on his face.
“Doesn’t sound very fulfilling,” Kunikida said breathily.
“Trust me,” running his fingers down Kunikida’s throat, “It’ll sendo you to heaven in 5 minutes,” he stared suggestively.
Kunikida’s asshole fluttered with anticipation.
“All it takes,” Akutagawa continued, “Is a kiss.”
“A - a kiss?” Kunikida gasped.
Akutagawa hummed, thumb pressing over Kunikida’s pulse point.
Kunikida leaned in further, arching his neck to get even closer to the younger man in front of him. He had to lean over the table, his ass up and wriggling in anticipation.
Kunikida closed his eyes, waiting to feel Akutagawa’s lips on his.
But those lips never were kissed. Instead, Akutagawa lowered his mouth to Kunikida’s neck, running his tongue over the thin flesh. He sucked his flesh gently in what could have been tiny kisses, making Kunikida’s face heat up at the attention.
Kunikida moaned, body warming as he tipped his neck out further, further -
Opening his mouth to moan again, but the moan turned into a scream, his jaw hanging ajar as his hand reached up, fingers curling into Akutagawa’s hair sluggishly -
Akutagawa’s teeth pierced Kunikida’s skin, his fangs sharp and glinting. Blood instantly pooled into his mouth, and he sucked on it greedily, the heady scent, the sweet taste overwhelming his senses. Twas not the blood of a virgin - nay, twas not even very good blood, but alas Akutagawa was hungry, nauseous and lightheaded from the feeling, so for the first and only time in his short life someone actually enjoyed the flavour of Kunikida’s fluids.
Kunikida tried to struggle, but the teeth were lodged in tight. Any movement would rip his throat open. But if didn't struggle, then this monster, this VAMPIRE, would suck him dry! He had wanted to be sucked, but not like this! He tried pushing Akuatagwa away, planting his hands on his chest, pleading between panting breaths. But Akuatagwa was not a man that could be pushed away, nor was he one that could be reasoned with, for he was not even a man.
Kunikida moaned again, this time more breathily, making eye contact with Inosuke in the hopes that the boar-headed man would come to his aid -
Inosuke gave him a thumbs-up, cheering them on.
The panic ebbed into lightheadedness, some odd distant pleasure as all his senses dulled until all he could hear was the dull throbbing of his own blood, mouth ajar as he tried to gasp. Kunikida’s eyelids became heavier, body refusing to respond. It was only when Kunikida’s body became limp, falling heavily over the table with his eyes rolling to the back of his head that Akutagawa let him go.
Akutagawa wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, addressing Inosuke with an explanation, “I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. Inconvenient, as it means that eating people means ripping their throats out with my molars.”
“A vampire?” Inosuke repeated. “If you were a demon I would have slayed that booty, but a vampire gets a pass from me! Cum back soon loyal custermur!”
“Oh I'll cum alright,” Akuatagwa growled. “I'll cum so hard I'll win these huNGER gAMES.”
With that, he left, holding the umbrella above him, shielding him from the approaching sunrise.