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nilielhTitle : [Fic] The Devil’s Advocate
Rating : R
Genre : Smut/Crack/ Kaibutsu kun AU
Pairing : Kaibutsu Tarou/ Devil Pocky-nari (Ohmiya)
Word count : around 2,700 words
Summary : Kaibutsu Tarou is pissed; Devil Pocky-nari visits to improve his mood. Well, sort of.
Kaibutsu Tarou is pissed.
He is pissed with his father for sending him here, in this awful, awful place his father called Earth; he is pissed with his three servants, because they seemed to be enjoying their stay here without even the slightest regard to what he is feeling.
Who the hell needs training anyway? He doesn’t think he’s going to need anything he could learn from this god-awful place in running Kaibutsu Land the way a Kaibutsu King would – maybe it’s just one of his father’s ploy to delay the inevitable; maybe the old fool’s still isn’t up to giving away his crown, that basta –
“Jeez, could you please cool it down? You always look like an advocate for a murder commercial!” says someone from somewhere near and Kaibutsu Tarou quickly whips around, already poised to fight.
He finds a pale, skinny man in red and black suit and – what the hell are those?, devil’s horn?!
“Hah!” he screams, pointing, taking exactly two steps backwards without tearing his eyes off the weird man; the man looks simply amused as he shifts a little to clearly make himself comfortable.
Still pointing, Tarou blinks when the weird, skinny man smiles devilishly before Tarou sees him move his hand to fish something out of his pocket.
“Ah, hold it right there!” Tarou screams again, aware that Hiroshi isn’t around this time to help him fight and although this weird man doesn’t even look like he’s strong enough to actually pick up something heavier than a shoebox, let alone pick a fight, still, Tarou’s not taking his chances.
After all, Akuma tribe always sends someone who doesn’t look like they’re bad guys at all, but in the end, they’re always the ones who bring trouble to Tarou and his friends’ almost peaceful lives.
“What?” the weird, skinny man (with devil’s horn) snaps, and Tarou is momentarily struck at the way the man’s eyes glistens as he stares at Tarou.
Tarou blinks and the next thing he realizes is that he’s no longer standing where he stood just seconds ago, but instead sitting down to where the weird man was before. Tarou feels trapped, with the man’s small but strong hands gripping both his shoulders and the man sitting on his lap, looking serenely happy.
“Get off me!” screams Tarou, wriggling out of the man’s hold but to no avail; so the man is stronger than he looks, and Tarou feels it in the way his small fingers dig against Tarou’s skin while the man’s eyes are busy skimming Tarou’s face like the man is trying to commit his face into memory.
“Relax, Prince Tarou,” the man whispers around a wicked smile, his small and undeniably smart mouth hovering over Tarou’s own like it is the most natural thing. Tarou is currently rendered motionless as he stares up into the man’s glistening dark eyes.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Tarou hisses, but he finds that his voice suddenly lacks the earlier bite as the man leans down to brush their noses together. Tarou squeaks, confused, that gesture being so new and unexpected, rendering him even more speechless as the man places his free hand around the back of Tarou’s nape and pulls their faces closer.
“Nothing that you wouldn’t like, don’t worry,” the man answers before leaning down to nip lightly at Tarou’s bottom lip.
Prince Tarou can’t help the shiver that starts running down his spine, most especially when the man slightly rolls his hips against him. Tarou’s eyes widens at the hardness inside the man’s pants as the man intentionally bumps his hips against Tarou’s stomach.
“W-Who are you? W-Were you sent here by the Akuma tribe to k-kill me?” Tarou manages to ask, his confusion resurfacing as he feel himself react differently to the man’s delicate touches.
“Oh please, Prince Tarou,” the man exclaims huskily as he leans forward, tilting Tarou’s head and brushing his lips against the prince’s right ear, “I don’t need anyone to tell me what I should and not do, and so to answer your question, NO,”
Tarou still looks unconvinced, but isn’t able to stop the moan from tearing itself out from his throat when the man darts his tongue out and traces the shell of Prince Tarou’s ear teasingly.
“ – they call me by so many names – the devil, satan, the others I can no longer remember; but right here, right now, I’m just Nino,”
“Devil Nino,” Tarou mutters, wide-eyed.
Devil Nino chuckles. “That’s right,” he says, amused. “but you can drop the Devil – just Nino is fine,”
“Just N-Nino?”
Devil Nino smiles, all white teeth and shining brown eyes. “Yes,”
“I.. w-what are you –“
Prince Tarou squirms, feeling awkwardly warm in all the right places, squirming even more when the devil smiles sweetly as his hand firmly grabs the back of Tarou’s head, keeping him in place.
“Relax, I just came here to teach you some of the things you sure wouldn’t learn from those crapload of people you called friends. Your father sent you here to learn how to live with the common people, right? -- to know the difference between your world and this world; he wanted you to learn how to feel, and I guess there’s no better way to teach you everything you need to learn than to let you experience them yourself… but expecting you to learn everything there is to learn about life and living in the company of children? No, I don’t think so.”
Prince Tarou cocks his head to the side, mindful of the way the devil is comfortably straddling his lap while his lips brings delicious shivers down Prince Tarou’s spine every goddamn time Tarou feels the delicate touch of the devil’s tongue along the sensitive lobe of his ear. Prince Tarou feels warm, so warm and he doesn’t really know what’s causing it. He finds himself whimpering, uncomfortable at the surprising closeness. He doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like he is being lit from the inside, and it doesn’t help that the devil keeps licking his earlobe as if it is something tasty.
He’d experienced cradling Hiroshi on his lap like this, but the feeling like his body wants something else is beyond him.
“You feel it too, come on, don’t deny it,” the devil murmurs, his small fingers moves to gently massage the back of Prince Tarou’s nape.
“I… w-what?”
Prince Tarou finds the devil’s presence intimidating, distracting even, as he still tries disengaging himself out of the devil’s vice-like grip. He knows he needs to act quickly, because he could feel that confusing growth of something he couldn’t quite place a name on pooling around his thighs. The devil looks down on him with something unreadable in his eyes, and Prince Tarou feels exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected without his usual strength to guard him when Hiroshi is around.
“It’s called ‘lust’, Prince Tarou,” the devil sing-songs, breathing warm air through Prince Tarou’s ear; “it is one of the best part of being a human – the ability to feel something and –“
Something clicked on Prince Tarou’s mind. “I k-know w-what you mean, but I –“ he lies in between gritted teeth, because Devil Nino chooses that moment to shove one hand inside his shirt through the collar, pressing himself more firmly as his fingers found Prince Tarou’s left nipple. “Ahh, w-what are you -?!”
Devil Nino cuts him off with a gentle bite on his ear, purring quietly afterward. “Oh, believe me Prince Tarou, I’m exactly the best person you need to teach you about this,” the devil purrs breathily against Tarou’s neck at the same time his other hand moves down to palm the front of Tarou’s pants.
Tarou squeaks yet again, his face flushing red and looking all the more confused than he was minutes ago.
“What in my father’s name are you doing?!” Tarou snarls, glaring pointedly at the devil who’s lips curl wickedly at the edges, his small fingers continuing their assault to Tarou’s crotch and nipples. The devil chose that moment to pinch the head of Tarou’s growing erection and Tarou isn’t able to stop the moan from tearing itself out of Tarou’s throat. “ohh – w-what – w-wait!”
The devil simply raises an eyebrow and pulls himself away for a fleeting second before dropping back down on his knees while shoving Prince Tarou’s legs apart.
“Open them up and stop complaining,” the devil says around a smug kind of grin as he reaches forward to work Tarou’s blue shorts open without difficulty and tugging the offending material down with a wordless exclamation of glee. Tarou tries moving his hands, but found out he couldn’t move them at all, feeling like he’s been tied to the couch with an invisible rope. “Oh, d’you really think I’d let you go just like that?” the devil asks at the same time he leans down to bite the inside of Prince Tarou’s right thigh lightly.
Tarou makes a noise that is bordering hysterical, most especially when the devil throws him an overly out-of-place wink before pushing the last piece of clothing covering Prince Tarou’s --
“H-Hey!” Tarou yells, wriggling and tries aiming a kick on the devil’s face, but the devil simply places a hand over one of his knees and it suddenly feels like a dead weight has been put on top of him. He couldn’t move a single muscle, let alone stop the devil from further humiliating him by taking him out of his boxers and cradling him in between the devil’s little fingers as he watches him grow bigger and bigger before the devil’s playful eyes. The devil smiles languidly, the tips of his tongue peeking out to trace his bottom lips wet, like he’s expecting nothing else but this.
“Uh, look what we have here,” the devil whispers huskily and squeezing Tarou’s length a little tightly until Tarou feels like he’s seconds away from literally combusting. Everything about these is so new and Tarou feels like his limbs are working only to defy him, like every part of him screams to be touched without him even realizing it.
“P-Please,” Tarou finds himself begging before he could even stop himself, and biting his tongue a little too late when the devil looks up at him and grins.
“See, I know you want it too,” the devil says and in one swift motion he ducks down, catching the head of Tarou’s length into his mouth and sucks; Tarou growls as if wounded, his eyes lolling to the back of his head at the same time the devil kneels up and brings Tarou deeper into his mouth.
Tarou feels like he’s drowning and it doesn’t help that the devil is moaning in time with the movement of his own mouth. Then Tarou reaches to curl his fingers through the devil’s hair, later on realizing that he could finally move his limbs (the devil must have forgot to keep the spell, since he is busy lapping at the head of Tarou’s length like a hungry man), enough to guide the devil’s head as he bobs up and down.
Tarou feels like every nerve in his body is suddenly alive, pulsing to the rhythm of his and the devil’s heart beat. The devil uses that moment to angle his head a little to the right, and Tarou is sure he just slides a bit deeper, moaning loudly as he hit the back of the devil’s throat. The devil looks fairly glad that he is able to draw out such pretty noises out of Tarou’s pretty mouth and repeating the action just to hear the same noises coming out from the back of Tarou’s throat.
“Ohh, please, please, please!” Tarou moans and begs, gripping the devil’s ears lightly and bucking his hips up in frustration because the devil chooses that moment to act more like himself, like the bastard that he truly is as he sits back on his heels, and opted on pumping Tarou’s erection lazily instead.
Tarou’s eyes is glassy and lidded when he stares down at the devil, mouth agape and his cheeks burning; his body craves for something he doesn’t know, his senses tries reaching for something he is sure is just within his reach.
“Prince Tarou,” his name tears itself out of the devil’s glistening mouth, and the sound of the devil’s voice brings another set of unnamed emotions bubbling hot inside Tarou’s chest. He reaches down and brushes the devil’s cheek with his thumb, his own fingers shakes as he cradles the devil’s face tenderly.
“P-Please Nino,” he whispers in a voice that is low and husky and persuading, and the devil’s eyes softens and darkens all at the same time. “p-please?” he asks again, not really knowing what in hell he is asking for, but he is pretty sure that the devil knows exactly what it is.
He is the one who started this anyway.
“Since you’re asking so nicely –“ the devil starts, but lets his words trail by taking Tarou in his mouth once again; Tarou whimpers, moans and moans again as the devil hums and begins hollowing his cheeks, and sucking Tarou so hard it almost hurt. Tarou throws his head back, but watches dazedly as the devil opens his mouth and drags his teeth across the slit of his length, leaning back just in time to catch Tarou’s release spurting into his mouth and holding Tarou down as he shudders violently against the devil’s mouth.
#
Ten minutes later, Prince Tarou finds himself slumped against the devil’s skinny body while the devil pants heavily against his neck. He feels too tired to even move, but the sounds coming from the devil’s mouth is enough to pique his curiosity, as he turns to check out what the devil is doing, and gaping when he realized that the devil is actually touching himself, the same way he touched Tarou earlier.
“Oh,” Tarou exclaims rather dumbly, and watches as the devil’s fingers work on himself, wrist flicking and twisting sideways as the devil’s breathing grew heavy and damp against the skin of his neck.
“Shit,” the devil curses and freezes, and Tarou watches in fascination as liquid oozes out from the devil’s length as the devil squeezes and pumps himself. The devil unburies his face from Tarou’s neck and grins before leaning in to kiss Tarou’s mouth gratefully.
#
Spent and sated, and looking like he just had a fill of the world’s tastiest curry when his three servants arrive and finding him curled around the devil like they’re just one person and not two.
Franken J looks immediately grossed out, stepping back and allows his two other friends to confront their Prince, pointing at Tarou’s (still very much) open fly.
“Who is that?” Wolf Masaki asks (albeit more nicely, despite Franken J’s noisy grumbles from behind him), and pointing at the sleeping devil snoring lightly against their Prince’s chest.
Tarou pipes up, beaming. “He’s Nino,” he says, running his fingers through the devil’s mussed up hair.
“…?” Franken J says, brows furrowed.
“He sure looks like someone from, ummm, down under,” Dracula Sho mutters nervously; Prince Tarou blinks, shifts and smiles when the devil grouches under his chin. “Bochan, are you sure his name is Nino and not, well –“
“Devil Nino,” Tarou cuts him off, giggling when the devil’s small hand moves down (unconsciously?) and begins massaging Tarou’s, ehem ehem.
“What the –?”
“Eh?”
“asdf#@!$$(#,”
Tarou beams even more. “He’s my devil,” he says, rolling his hips in counterpoint, mirroring the devil’s hand movement while the other three stares dumbstruck from where they are standing.
“WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT IN HELL DID THAT BASTARD DO TO YOU, BOCHAN?!” Dracula Sho screams, obviously freaking out as he tries shoving his two other friends aside and using both his hands to cover Franken J and Wolf Masaki’s eyes.
Tarou blinks confusedly, but then the devil pops an eye open and whispers something to Tarou, before Tarou raises his face and grins widely it almost splits his face in two.
Raising his right hand in the air, Tarou yells.
“BLOWJOB SAIKOUUUUUU!”
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Date: 2012-09-20 04:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-26 09:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-20 05:07 pm (UTC)Haha, the 3 others fit their roles well too, but the best part was the last line. That was pure epic-ness!
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Date: 2012-09-26 09:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-20 08:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-26 09:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-21 12:03 am (UTC)I laugh hard!
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Date: 2012-09-26 09:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-21 01:31 am (UTC)and is "PRINCE TAROU AND DEVIL POCKY NINO" is going to be trend in this year,,, ha ha ha
thanks for your update JADE-chan,,,
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Date: 2012-09-26 09:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-21 03:13 am (UTC)At first I didn't notice about Franken J and Wolf Masaki, but Dracula Sho caught me...=p
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Date: 2012-09-21 11:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-21 03:13 pm (UTC)Blowjob saikooou is just hilarious XD (And freaking out Sho always fun to read! XDDD)
Thanks for sharing! ^^
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Date: 2012-09-21 04:11 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2012-09-22 09:57 pm (UTC)that is just great!
it is totally HOT!!!
*_____________*
and i laughed soooo much at the last sentence. *laughs*
just great.
thanks for sharing! ^^
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Date: 2012-09-22 11:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-23 04:39 am (UTC)i love it i love it
kyaaaaaaa *run screaming*
kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
i love all the characters kyaaaaaaaa
thank you ^u^ ohmiya kisses kyaaaaaaaa
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Date: 2012-09-23 05:27 am (UTC)Please write a sequel for all that is great and good and just ffffffff
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Date: 2012-09-24 02:31 am (UTC)yup... My devil Nino u need to teach that Prince TArou more than Blow Job.. Haha... and the end he'll yell "FUCK MY NINO SAIKOUUUUUUU".. >0<... *OMG* my jaw hurt cause laugh loudout.. hahhh...
thankz for sharing. baby... ^^
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Date: 2012-09-24 08:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-26 11:36 am (UTC)It's really lovely and funny and you got me and both together and gosh and *___*
Thanks Jade-chan!
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Date: 2013-01-12 07:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for this=)