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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Un-Go
  Relationship:
      Yuuki_Shinjurou/Sasa_Kazamori/Inga_(Un-Go)
  Character:
      Yuuki_Shinjuurou, Sasa_Kazamori, Inga_(Un-Go)
  Additional Tags:
      Stalking, Creepy, Threesome_-_F/F/M, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Threesome-_robot/
      possesing_spirit/unhappy_detective, Dark
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-22 Words: 450
****** Consumptive ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     In which Yuuki dreams of being eaten, and Inga and Kazamori rather
     like it.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
    Yuuki has nightmares about being eaten.

    The nightmares in themselves, as in, the idea of nightmares is not
frightening to him. With everything he has seen, nightmares come to him, if not
often, then often enough. However, since Inga, and more, since Kazamori…

    Inga touches him, her fingers trailing his arm, his leg, brushing casually
through his hair. It is soothing, and terrifying, and lately she watches Yuuki
jump with a wide toothy grin, hair shading wicked eyes. Yuuki, does not even
think of protesting. Inga leans into him, and when they sleep, he presses
himself, warm and there and so curious against Yuuki’s back. And Yuuki will lie
awake, staring out into the dark.

    Sometimes, most nights, from somewhere in the room, Kazamori is staring
back. If Inga touches too often and too casually, Kazamori’s eyes never leave
him. She speaks to him from traffic signs, computer terminals, cellphones and
radios. She is not only human-natured, but inhumanly brilliant, and her words
follow him like a tangible caress, her eyes dissecting him wherever he goes.

    A month ago, Yuuki walked in on them. Kazamori looked like a doll (she is
though, isn’t she, truthfully) still, and crumpled, being savaged by a wild
animal. Inga was still a boy, though her eyes glowed and burned in the dim lit
room. He was too shocked to speak. Inga looked up at him, and that mouth was
ripped wide in a brutal grin, and even as her hips pistoned in and out, Inga
let out a howling laugh, and Kazamori’s head tilted back to watch him.

    “Welcome home, Shinjurou.”

    He could feel his heart racing, and they were still watching him when Inga
suddenly froze, pale white hips stilling in their frantic thrusting, and made a
choked whine that Yuuki knew well in a more feminine register. Kazamori
shudders, and pale doll lids fall closed, red doll mouth falling open. Yuuki
wonders what she can feel. Her tiny pale pink nipples have tightened into
delicate points.

    With nothing to say, he walks past them, and into the bedroom. He can hear
Inga laughing, and Kazamori’s even, ringing tones, programmed in his head.

    Inga holds his hand, and pets his hair, and on one terrifying occasion,
grips his face and kisses him, eyes wide.

    And Kazamori watches them. Sometimes she smiles a little, as though to
herself. Sometimes she doesn’t.

    And some nights Yuuki dreams about being eaten, about being dissected and
devoured and consumed and he wakes up shaking, his body broken out in cold
sweat.

    Inga will murmur sleepily behind him, and Kazamori will blink, her eyes
luminescent in the dark. He will wonder if the nightmare is over at all.
End Notes
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