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“Do you have to?”
“Yes,” says Ekubo, concisely. Reigen makes a face which he thinks is supposed to be approximating disgust but which so clearly also illustrates that the man is scared and in pain . So Ekubo offers an explanation, “The spirit is in your guts, twisted around your inner organs. This is exactly the type of curse that makes someone perfectly healthy suddenly drop dead from a heart attack or an aneurysm. The kind that gets reported in all the newspapers because it was just so unlikely.”
“At least I’d be famous,” manages Reigen weakly.
Possession: it’s easy on Reigen, on a man without any sort of defences. He can’t see or hear or feel it coming. And yet he’s always on the front lines - he touches ghosts every day. And they touch him too. They sink into Reigen.
Ekubo can see it now, swirling around in his torso, deep green and black, with a thousand eyes. It pulses as it feeds on the energy of Reigen's body, growing stronger with every heartbeat. It's already serious enough to have an effect on Reigen himself, despite his lack of powers or sensory ability. Ekubo grabs him, yanks him down.
It’s taken a long time to build his body to its former glory, but he’s glad of it now, because it means that he can physically wrestle Reigen into a position where he can get at the gunk currently coating his insides. He’s also much larger, which helps, and he sits with his feet together and bent knees splayed so that he can rest Reigen in the circle created by his limbs.
“It hurts so much,” mumbles Reigen. His face is red, shiny with sweat. He’s clutching at Ekubo’s upper arm with one hand and his shin with the other. Both hands are damp. Ekubo wraps one arm around him, a hand resting on his throat so that he can tilt Reigen’s head back. They’re looking at one another.
Ekubo has to swallow back the arousal that rises in him at having Reigen’s compact body wrapped in his arms and his legs, completely vulnerable. Looking for help.
“Let’s go,” Ekubo says softly. “Let’s get it out. Take a deep breath.”
“Be gentle with me, it's my first time,” says Reigen, the thin veneer of jest barely covering what Ekubo knows is real fear.
“I’m always gentle,” lies Ekubo, and pushes his hand into Reigen’s abdomen.
The shuddering inhalation is choked upon immediately as the cursed energy trapped in Reigen’s lower belly scatters upwards, fleeing from Ekubo’s hand. “Nngh!” Reigen gasps, his entire body going tense and rigid. His hands come away from Ekubo and the spirit shifts so that his knee is better supporting Reigen’s back and head.
Having his hand inside Reigen is an interesting feeling. Ekubo is not corporeal, of course, because that would mean a very messy and sudden murder, but that doesn’t mean that Reigen cannot feel it. Something is inside of him, stirring his gut, nudging against his insides gently.
Done correctly, Ekubo thinks this could be quite erotic. Touching things inside Reigen... palpating things that cause pleasure, while Reigen is unable to squirm away nor remove his touch? That’s a thought to save for later…
“Ah, ah!” Reigen is choking on his saliva, and Ekubo pulls himself together enough to focus on the task at hand, dragging his wrist up through the tight muscles of Reigen’s stomach, urging all the cursed energy upwards again. He spreads his fingers to make sure he’s gotten all of it, taking his time to be thorough.
Reigen’s insides are very hot, made hotter by the fever the curse has brought about in him. It feels so good on his chilly, bloodless body. Fuck, Ekubo just wants to be inside him. Wants to feel the warmth of his human flesh wrapped around him.
“I can’t -- I can’t br-breathe,” Reigen wheezes, as it all coalesces in his chest.
“Be patient,” Ekubo breathes, “Let me get all of it.”
Reigen nods his head jerkily. His eyes are screwed shut, the desperate look on his face endearing. Ekubo breathes in deeply, the way Reigen can’t, and savours the smell and taste of his distress.
He rolls his fingers, gently gesturing to make sure every ounce of energy is chased from Reigen’s stomach, then moves up. Reigen’s feet kick out, scrabbling over the floor as the choking sounds become louder and more painful. He’s making little noises of pain in between the desperate rasping breaths.
“Ek-- Eku --” he’s trying to say. Ekubo smiles a little, then shifts up a little more. Reigen’s eyes snap wide, irises tilting up towards the ceiling, and his mouth drops open, soft and wet and pink inside, his throat spasming as Ekubo strokes his innards. Near his wrist he can feel the far-too-fast beat of Reigen’s heart.
Carefully, Ekubo readjusts him in his arms, so that Reigen is looking up at his face, so that their eyes are locked. Both of Reigen’s hands clutch at his forearm as he pushes up, until he’s cupping the dark energy just behind Reigen’s collarbone.
With a jolt of his entire body, his feet slipping out to the sides, Reigen gags and heaves. And then, all at once, the curse comes spilling out of his mouth. It billows outwards, a dark cloud that Reigen probably can’t see, bubbling from between his lips.
Looks delicious.
Ekubo seals his mouth over Reigen’s, and sucks.
It’s like drinking liquor, the spirit burning all the way down his throat. Fuck, but it tastes good. Tastes like power, and energy, sweet and hot and spicy. Tastes like Reigen a little, too, the hint of smoke almost forgotten by his lungs, the brightness of newly sprouted seeds carefully tended to by slender fingers.
The taste of flowers and cigarettes. Fuckin’ Reigen.
“Nngh,” groans Reigen into his mouth as Ekubo inhales. His entire body is shaking - no, convulsing - in desperate need to get this thing out. The inside of his mouth is forced open by the mass bursting from it and Ekubo presses his tongue in to lick over his teeth, to trail along the roof of Reigen’s mouth and over his tongue.
He swallows. Sucks again. He can feel the energy becoming less and less in his hand, in Reigen’s chest, as the energy flows down his own throat and is absorbed into the core in his belly. Every spirit and curse he absorbs becomes part of himself, and builds within him. That is what his power is built upon. He’s the ever growing fish, gobbling up those smaller than him.
It always feels good to eat other spirits, but it has never felt so good as drinking it from Reigen.
Reigen is still struggling to breathe, little gasps through his nose. Ekubo can feel his lungs trying to fill against the back of his hand.
Oh, he’s so cute. He’s so precious.
Ekubo wants to drain him dry. Wants to suck out Reigen along with all the rest of it, so he can have him inside of him. So he can fucking digest him, absorb him. Make him part of him. Forever.
He almost has all of the dark energy, and, seeking the dregs, he extends his tongue into Reigen’s mouth, deeper, until it’s tickling at the back of his throat and Reigen gags again. His legs are straining, shaking, his body bowed up and drawn tight. Ekubo’s fingers reach through his chest and scrape over the underside of his clavicle, dislodging any last pieces of the curse.
He feels drunk on it, wants every last little bit of it, and slurps it out greedily.
And then, it’s done. The entire thing is out of Reigen, and Ekubo feels half of Reigen’s muscles unwind as his body suddenly realises it’s free from the grip of the evil energy that had been stuffed inside his narrow torso. Ekubo leaves his hand in there for just a moment more, feeling the soft flesh beating and moving and flexing around his fingers. Then he pulls it and his mouth free and feels the rest of Reigen unwind.
He slumps in Ekubo’s arms, completely limp in his grip. Poor baby. “There you go,” murmurs Ekubo, and lets Reigen fall to lie against his thigh. He’s not sorry for what he did - that was necessary. He’s not even sorry for how much he enjoyed it. That was...exquisite.
“Mnnmm,” says Reigen.
His head is tilted to the side, his nose close to touching Ekubo’s belly. His eyes are half open, but he looks dazed and unseeing. He’s pretty like this, and seeing him so close to his groin makes something in Ekubo stir.
He strokes Reigen’s hair. It’s soft and fine. It tangles easily, Ekubo knows from experience, but it’s laying flat and shiny now.
“Good job,” he tells Reigen.
“I didn’t do anything,” is the mumbled reply.
“You let me do what I needed to do,” says Ekubo. He slides large fingers over the hair at Reigen’s temple, tucking it behind his ear. “You were very good.”
Reigen manages to make a grumpy face, despite the lack of energy in him, “I’m not a dog.”
Ekubo laughs and leans down to kiss the crown of his head, and wonders if there’s some way he can make this happen again.