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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shadow_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Yuri_Hyuga/Kurando_Igunami
  Character:
      Yuri_Hyuga, Kurando_Inugami, Nox_(Shadow_Hearts)
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Incest, Cousin_Incest, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Mildly_Dubious
      Consent, Explicit_Language, Supernatural_Elements
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-06 Words: 1856
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by dilapidatedream
Summary
     "What he cannot handle is the dark fusion's lust. It coils in
     insidious tendrils around his own, until the edges are blurred and he
     no longer knows what the demon wants and what he wants." Yuri
     struggles with and fails to contain Nox's lust for Kurando.
Notes
     I have a rampant imagination when it comes to the effects of soul
     fusion.
Yuri is pretty sure there is something very wrong with him. Or at least his
judgment.
He always figured it'd happen sooner or later—that one of his fusions would
become too strong, become too integrated with his soul, and
start influencing his thoughts. He just doesn't expect it to be so soon, and
certainly not him. He was sort of hoping maybe it'd be Radeus that influenced
him, gave him a little more moral fiber and some good judgment. Hell, he'd even
settle with that pompous pyromaniac Barbaria. But not Nox. The last thing he is
prepared to handle is the idea that Nox represents a significant part of his
soul, and it certainly doesn't sit well in his stomach.
Neither do all the strange sensations that seem to wrack him nowadays. He can
really do without the bloodlust that Nox constantly feels. It makes his gut
curl in on itself in an uncomfortable knot, a surge of dark energy soaring up
his spine whenever Nox laughs into the deep recesses of his mind, making him
think of shredded flesh and crushed bones. But he can still handle it. What he
cannot handle is the dark fusion's lust. It coils in insidious tendrils around
his own, until the edges are blurred and he no longer knows what the demon
wants and what he wants. And that is disturbing.
It is even more disturbing that he now thinks about his cousin in all sorts of
un-cousinly ways.
He finds himself lying awake at night and staring at the sleeping boy across
the room. He never minded sharing a room with Kurando before, but ever since
these disturbing desires started up, he dreads their sleeping arrangements.
Usually, he tries to drink himself into a stupor beforehand. Sometimes it works
and he passes out before his thoughts can run amok, but generally the end
result leaves him sitting crouched on the mattress and gazing across the room
at Kurando's sleeping form. Nox whispers ceaselessly into his ear nowadays;
supplies his mind with images oh so delicious that he can't help but be
affected. He finds himself staring all too often at the part of Kurando's lips,
imagining what they would be like, glossy with saliva and trembling as a
breathless moan passes through. And then he'd spend the rest of the night
feeling rather ambivalent, trying to fend off images of Kurando's mouth wrapped
slick and hot around his cock while half welcoming them as lust coils tightly
at the bottom of his stomach.
Late nights are not good for Yuri.
Tonight is no different. He leans against the cool wall by his bed, eyes lidded
as he holds his nightly vigil. Kurando never sleeps without his sword. He oft
wonders how the boy manages to not slice his face open on the blade that can't
be more than two inches from him. Perhaps it is a stroke of good luck that
Kurando is not a restless sleeper or else he'd be missing something important.
And then Nox would surge up, sending a thrill of hotneedwant down his very core
while images of Kurando getting far too intimate with the sword hilt plague his
mind.
But maybe tonight is different. Yuri is antsy—no, Nox is antsy, and Yuri is
certainly feeling the effects of the demon's agitation. Lust is thick in his
lungs, choking him as it thrums through his body, and he wants, wants so badly
he can scarcely keep the shaking out of his fingers. He is confused, no longer
sure whether his dark desires are the repercussions of Nox's influence. Because
even when Nox is dormant, he looks at Kurando with sinister eyes and he is
almost alarmingly certain this is his own warped lust now.
And right now, he is having trouble keeping his eyes off of the curve of
Kurando's shoulder. His collar bone juts out in a sharp line, and the shadows
are trapped beneath at the hem of his sleep robe. It is traditional and so very
Japanese, made of light linen and tied loosely at the waist. Yuri stares at the
bare patch of skin stretched across Kurando's sternum, at the slim, white calf
peeking out from beneath the sheets, and wants him, oh god, he wants him to the
point of aching.
Take him, Nox hisses into his mind and he shakes his head, fighting the jump in
his limbs in the direction of his sleeping cousin. He won't even wake until
it's too late. And despite his internal protests, he finds himself looming over
Kurando's sleeping form, trembling fingers reaching out for skin: smooth
tempting fresh skin.
All it takes is a brush of fingertips and Kurando is stirring, not even letting
out a sleepy moan as red eyes, hazy and unfocused, open in his direction, and
he finds himself with a blade pressed against his side. Yuri has the sense to
pull his hands back from their incriminating position by the boy's chest, his
entire body red hot with shame and Nox hissing, Take him now, now, make him
yours, spread him wide. Yuri hopes and hopes that his heart isn't thudding
audibly and that Kurando is too sleepy to notice the raging erection mere
inches from his body, but fuck, all he really wants to do is shove the boy into
the sheets and fuck him raw.
The wary glint in Kurando's hazy eyes fades when he realizes who he is looking
at, and he lets out a husky sigh that makes Yuri's blood boil as he relaxes
against the mattress. "Yuri… what're you doin'?" is the mumbled inquiry as he
withdraws the sword, and it takes exactly three calming breaths before Yuri can
reply. Because the way Kurando has turned his head exposes the pale column of
his neck, and Yuri is fighting a losing battle against the urge to sink his
teeth into the soft flesh.
"Nothing," he finally manages through clenched teeth as he turns away, catching
himself just as he makes a downward dive towards the exposed skin. "Thought you
were having a nightmare."
Kurando blinks sleepily at him before shrugging a slim shoulder, snuggling back
into the sheets as slumber tugs once more at his limbs. "Mm… is'at all?"
"Yeah. Just go back to sleep."
The moment Kurando's breathing evens, Yuri flees from the room, running out of
the hotel and into the crisp night air. He is dizzy with lust and shaking,
shaking so badly that beating the wall does nothing to clear his mind, and Nox
snickers gleefully in his ear.
                                     -----
When it finally happens, he summons Nox so that he doesn't have to face
himself.
Kurando is exactly as he imagined, but so much better. He thrashes beneath him
in the most erotic fashion, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Nox fucks
him in the glove of his body, and he can push away the guilt by convincing
himself it was all Nox: Nox's desire, Nox's actions, Nox's fault. And he rests
in his denial as Kurando gasps sharply beneath him, body spasming around his
cock as he comes violently, back arching and hands scrabbling for a shred of
intimacy against the skin of Nox's back—his back.
Nox retreats afterwards and Yuri ducks his head, apologizing beneath his breath
as he tries to pull out as gently as possible, hoping that Kurando doesn't
realize he's absolutely thrumming with flushed satisfaction, the dark desire
sated for now. But he can't hide the remnants of his erection, and he turns
away as quickly as possible, hoping his cousin will come to a logical
conclusion about overpowering soul fusions.
                                     -----
The second time, he tries to pull the same trick, but Nox is a twisted fucker
with different plans.
Kurando is pressed face-first into the mattress, panting shallowly when he is
abruptly thrust back into his body. And he stills in absolute horror at
being him, of not having the luxury to blame Nox for his actions. But Kurando's
appetite has been whetted, and he moans wantonly beneath him as he urges him
not to stop, don't stop, oh god don't stop. And Yuri can't hold back the
bestial groan that falls from his lips as he tightens his grip on Kurando's
hips, fucking him with wild abandon. And it is mind-blowing how good Kurando
feels around him, so much better than experiencing the ghost of touch through
the fusion. Nox's own lust twines with his own, and his abdomen is filling
painfully with tension, so he releases it through the sharp jab of his hips,
pushes it into his cousin's all-too-willing body.
Kurando tears at the sheets even after he comes, as if the aftershocks of
release are too strong for him to handle, his lithe frame trembling beneath
Yuri. His whimpers and moans are trapped in Yuri's ears, and the sound is so
arousing it makes his cock twitch back to life inside the other's body. When
Kurando rolls over, he stares up at Yuri with unreadable eyes, and Yuri is
overwhelmed by the urge to run once more—but he doesn't. Instead, he traces his
fingers over a rather vicious-looking bite mark he left on his cousin's
shoulder and murmurs, "You said 'don't stop,'" as if it answers everything.
                                     -----
The third time, Kurando approaches him.
Yuri is trying his damned hardest to sleep, to ignore the slender body just two
yards from him and Nox's insidious suggestions. He doesn't pay much mind as he
hears Kurando shift in bed, but is certainly taken aback when he feels a palm
press gently between his shoulder blades. He rolls over and looks inquisitively
up at his cousin who is wearing the same unreadable expression as last time,
and the very last thing he expects is for Kurando to climb onto the bed and
straddle him. But he does, and soon Yuri is sucking in sharp breaths as Kurando
guides a hand beneath his robe and up a slim thigh. Kurando moans sweetly when
he wraps his hand around hot flesh, rocking against his touch and sending
paralyzing desire down Yuri's body.
His cousin's mouth is even hotter than he ever expected, wet and velvety around
the head of his cock, and he shudders in his very soul as he pulls at whisper-
fine hair. Kurando blends into a blur of white-hot desire, all long limbs and
youthful energy and absolutely forbidden—and perhaps that is what causes the
unbearable need to swell within his chest, a dense knot pressing tight against
his wind pipe and ethics. As Yuri buries himself inside the other in one hasty
thrust, he can feel a surge of dark complacency and he realizes that Nox is
gloating. But he can't bring himself to care, not when he has Kurando straddled
over his lap, wanton and gasping and his, all his.
When Kurando comes, it is his name he moans, and something inside Yuri snaps at
the sound. It sends whiplash throughout his system and, when he can't feel
Radeus' presence later that night, he's sure it was the last of his sanity.
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