Lacuna

Title: Lacuna
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga: Avatar Tuner
Pairing: Varna (Serph) x Heat
Disclaimer: Characters © Atlus, borrowed without permission for use and abuse.
Length: 1 part [2860 words]
Genre: Yaoi PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nasty stuff and M/M demonsex. Vore-ish things, rape-ish things, violent things, icky stuff that normal, well-adjusted, clean-nosed people are afraid of. Game spoilers for events at the end of Coordinate 186 (and preceding).

A/N: Takes place during a respite at Muladhara, between Coordinate 186 and the Deserted Ship. Several references assuming familiarity with aforementioned events. Many thanks to Sianne who beta'ed for me, in spite of her being afflicted with both influenza and a computer virus as well.

Final note: this is mindless PWP. Just goes to show old habits die hard. Whatever. I am only mildly ashamed of my disgusting tendencies. :P

L A C U N A

Heat gave a guttural sigh of pleasure as his teeth sank into flesh. The meat beneath the leathery epidermis was tender and yielding... fucking perfect. Serph was an idiot for forbidding them from devouring the members of Embryon that Mick and Bat had slain. He said it might upset Sera or something. Gale had been confused by this logic, but he and the others had obeyed.

Heat wasn't so mindless. Sera was a smart girl. She would have understood. They had to eat to stay alive, and leaving a free feast was a goddamn waste. He'd hauled this carcass into his quarters while the others were topside, its eviscerated body spilling blood and entrails.

The room was small and square, furnished only with a narrow bunk and a few storage lockers. The metal walls were pocked and steam-scored for whatever reason. Heat had never known why, and never wondered. With Agni's strength, he'd dragged the corpse into the corner to devour it.

The demon was mostly skeleton now, a few scraps of flesh clinging here and there. This could have been any one of the poor saps he passed every day in the hallways. Who could tell, once they were transformed and mauled like this? They hadn't been strong enough to stay alive. They were just meat to him. He cracked the bones between twin sets of jaws and gnawed at the spongy marrow. The satisfaction he got from this was primal, like a beast purring at the base of his brain. Like fucking. Whatever that was...

His transformation ebbed away and left him warm, but with his human form came remnant pains. That asshole Bat had done him a number, slipping a knife neatly between his liver and his spleen. Now, with his avatar abated, the wound started oozing again. Damn it.

He would need to patch it up before they left for the... ship? His brain blanked and for a second he saw a strange scene, white sand and crashing waves under a clear sky. Then it was gone. He grunted, pressing a hand over his side to staunch the flow of blood. Good thing he had that meal to hold him over...

The narrow passageways of Muladhara were stained with carnage. Thick streaks of blood colored the scuffed metal paneling and even dripped from the piping overhead. Heat's mouth twisted; if he'd been here, Sera wouldn't have been taken. If they'd devoured Bat in the first place, they wouldn't be in this fucking mess.

Reaching the Vendor, he spun his tag ring in the electronic slot. Gears clanked to life as the computer hummed in reply. Racks of goods and weaponry hurled from the wall to showcase their wares. Heat grabbed a roll of fabric bandages, bypassing the other medical items.

Back in his room, he stripped off his cloak and jacket without ceremony. The rain-damp air raised goosebumps on his bare skin. As he tore a length of bandage with his teeth, the door behind him slid open.

Heat whirled to find Serph framed in the entrance. “Heard of knocking?” he snarled. His hand clenched self-consciously over his stomach to hide the seeping wound.

“I brought you some antiseptic,” Serph replied flatly.

“Don't need it,” snapped Heat. “I...” But Serph wasn't looking at him. Heat glanced over his shoulder to follow his leader's gaze into the corner. A few remains lingered from his meal—just fragments of bone in a pool of dark blood.

Heat grinned. “You hungry?” he mocked, winding the bandage around his midsection. “Shoulda thought of that before.” He looked up to discover Serph had advanced, his silver eyes slightly dilated.

Heat took a jerky step back. “Get a grip, Serph,” he said. “Go look for leftovers.”

“Does it hurt?” Serph asked abruptly. His voice sounded strange.

“Wha... what, this?” Heat knotted the bandage hastily. “Hell no. Just a scratch.” He grasped the hem of his vest to zip it and was startled to find Serph's fingers blocking him. “Get off, I said I'm fine!”

Serph lowered his head toward the wound. Heat could feel his warm breath and something strange ran through him—a tensing of nerves that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Serph's hands moved over the stained bandages to uncoil them.

“What the hell are you doing?” Heat hissed. Why did he feel hungry again already? And it wasn't his stomach, but something lower, something deeper...

The soiled bandages had fallen to the floor before Heat gathered the presence of mind to shove Serph away, realization striking like a slap in the face. “If you're that friggin' hungry, we can find something to hunt,” he said. He started to laugh, but stopped quickly as the movement aggravated his wound. It began to leak again. “Ugh...”

Serph was still staring at him.

“You're acting weird,” Heat snapped bluntly as he picked up the roll of bandages. “Why don't you go listen to Sera... sing, or whatever...”

Serph looked puzzled for a moment, his gray eyes clouding. “I'm... not sure.”

Heat groaned. “Are you stupid or something?” Frustration edged in on him, and it was starting to piss him off. He wanted Serph to get lost, but at the same time, he didn't. Angrily, he ripped the bandage into strips, nearly shredding it.

“There won't be any left if you do it that way,” Serph intoned needlessly.

Heat fought the urge to punch him. He gave Serph a glare, then did a double-take—the Atma on the other man's cheek had begun to glow faintly blue. Heat cocked his head as he watched tendrils of demonic energy branch beneath Serph's pale skin. Was the guy losing it like Gale had? Wasn't this why Sera was here? “If you want me to kick your ass again, I—”

The words caught in his throat as Serph lunged forward, a familiar scythe-like blade springing from his arm. Heat grunted in pain as the back of his skull collided with the wall. Varna dwarfed him, thick arms curling around his waist. It was all too fast, he didn't have time to draw on the power of his own Atma before a sharp tongue stabbed viciously into his side.

He felt hot blood stream up his throat and into his mouth. It was his own, but it was rich, and he swallowed it without thinking. Varna's tongue twisting in his opened flesh made him dizzy with nausea. He clawed at the armored frill at the demon's neck, only succeeding in ripping his nails to the quick. Blood threaded from the corner of his mouth as his head rolled forward.

Varna was licking at the wound, spreading it wider with his tongue. Heat was almost blind with pain, but he was distantly aware that the Asura was careful not to graze him with his fangs. Thanks for the consideration, asshole, Heat thought dimly.

His legs were shaking, but it didn't matter. Varna supported his weight, curving muscular arms up his back. Heat could feel the razor edge of a blade slicing inadvertently into his skin. That coupled with the warm tongue moving over his side, inching down his hip, gathering the blood crusted to his skin... bizarre sensations hit him in the gut like bricks. Intense pain furled from the weeping slash all the way through his groin. His labored breathing sounded weak but when he tried to steady it, he only panted harder.

Worse, Varna was attuned to his weakness. The demon's grip on his body grew more urgent. Heat gasped loudly as the strong tongue delved back into the gash, probing until his organs enclosed it. Brilliant lights erupted before his eyes. He tried to focus, tried to awaken the power of his Atma, but it was impossible, he couldn't concentrate...

And at the same time, a different power stirred in his body. It was something hot that triggered between his legs and traveled to his toes—they curled in his boots as Varna's grip tightened. He moaned, and the demon perked to the sound. Overlarge fingers fumbled with the round clasps hooking his vest to his leggings. In their haste, they tore the heavy fabric. It fell away in strips, and Heat shuddered in the cold air.

“What is this, payback...?” he gasped finally, his body sagging in Varna's embrace. “If I'd known you were... going to get pissy about it... I woulda... let you win...”

There was a low rumble from Varna's throat that Heat took to be a chuckle. The Asura had torn the leggings from his thighs and was working at shredding the black cotton undergarments beneath. A heavy hand grasped the muscular flesh of his ass, one thick finger slipping down the cleft. Heat writhed at the quickening in his loins. Varna's tongue withdrew suddenly from the wound, leaving an emptiness that made his stomach roll. In spite of himself, he howled. Blood rushed from the injury and the demon sucked it hungrily from his skin before it could trail down his legs.

Blackness descended on him for a few seconds before the invading finger prodded him back into consciousness. It had worked its way through the ripped fabric to brush at the tender hole beneath. Heat's body lurched and clenched. He felt trapped and helpless, he should kill Serph for this, but...

But.

Varna slid a long leg forward and seated Heat on it, pushing his shoulders until his back pressed against the cold steel wall. The demon's hand was still tucked between one thigh and Heat's ass, kneading methodically. Heat's heart pounded against his ribs as Varna's tongue continued to wind down his body. It followed the groove of his midline, dipping into his navel briefly, and then it was there, at the source of the hunger, fueling it.

His hips bounced as the demon's tongue navigated the sloping V between them. Through half-lidded eyes, Heat watched, fascinated, dizzy with pain and God knows what else, as Varna's tongue coiled past his hardening cock. It stroked at his testes, shifting them until Heat could feel his intestines crawling into his throat. The Asura brought a hand up to encircle his neck, to hold him still as—

Heat rose off the demon's thigh. He couldn't tell if Varna was lifting him or if his own spine had decided to curl in on itself. What he did know, implicitly, immediately, was that something hot and wet had entered his body. It didn't belong there, stretching him, distracting from the protracted pain of the knife wound. At least, he thought it didn't, but maybe it did—fucking hell, he didn't know. Suddenly he didn't care. Varna's tongue was slick and muscular, shaped for cleaning the flesh from bones. It was a tool for devouring, and that's what it was doing to him from the inside out.

A husky noise escaped Heat's throat. It was a familiar noise, the kind he usually made when he was eating. Strange that he would make it now, when he was the one at the mercy of another. Varna's tongue slid out of him and Heat had a sudden urge to bury his throbbing cock in—something. He reached down and seized it in both of his hands. His gloves chafed the sensitive skin, but the shaft was still wet with blood and saliva. Curiously, a bead of liquid had gathered at the tip as well. A hint of a grin pulled at the corners of Heat's mouth as he grasped his length and tugged at it.

He was vaguely aware that Varna had stilled. Maybe the bastard was watching him... whatever. The pain from his wound had begun to fringe on ecstasy. Matching the pulsing of his body with his strokes, he fisted his cock and arched into Varna's steadying arms.

And at the edge of the fervor, he knew there was something else. Something good. The Asura didn't let him obtain it though. Varna picked him up bodily by the neck, wringing a strangled grunt from him as he was hauled to the bed and shoved face-down on its rumpled sheets. He groaned into the pillow and pumped his hips into the mattress, desperate to catch that—whatever the fuck it was.

He grunted yet again when Varna's weight pressed down on his ribs, crushing the air from his lungs. Broad hands grabbed the backs of his thighs and spread them apart. Heat struggled to lift his head and catch a few breaths. He managed to free his arms to wrench the musty pillow from beneath his face and toss it to the floor.

Behind him, Varna let out a low snarl. A bulging warmth settled between Heat's legs. He tried to twist around, but the demon snatched a handful of his hair and forced his head back down. His scream was choked as Varna began to push his monstrous length into him. The head of the cock slid in easily, the dilated hole still slick and ready—but the girth of the Asura's shaft was more than Heat wanted to take.

Fists balling, his cursing was muffled by the mattress as veins throbbed in his forehead and behind his eyes. He felt Varna bend forward to lick the back of his neck. Was that supposed to be comforting?! He swallowed blood and bile and braced his knees against the bed, trying to lift his body to give the demon more forgiving access—he was still desperate to feel that thing he'd imagined before. As his hips bucked, the underside of his cock rubbed hard against the sheets and little twinges of pleasure crept back up his belly. He moaned, fighting to maintain them as Varna pushed inside him.

It took a few moments of grunting and grinding before the demon's shaft was fully embedded, the crown of it seated firmly just beneath his intestines. Heat could barely breathe, but at least he was still hard—in his struggles, Varna's cock had briefly struck a sweet spot, something buried inside that made him convulse badly, bringing him that much closer to climax. Impatient to feel it again, Heat pulled himself forward on his elbows, rocking slightly. His arms shook with effort and fever, sweat beading on his face and his bare shoulders. He moved again and Varna drew back, pulling almost completely free before thrusting in hard enough to jar Heat's jaw.

Small lights peppered his vision as the head of Varna's phallus struck the spot again. He gasped into the blankets and marveled momentarily at how his body arched of its own accord, heaving up off the bed just long enough for Heat to feel hot liquid spurt over his stomach. A heavy wave of intoxication crashed over him, followed by light-headedness. Then he fell back to earth, his body limp and drained as Varna lifted him to his knees and fucked him ruthlessly.

This is fucking, huh?

In the emptiness following his orgasm, he barely felt the demon's shaft punish his innards. He was loose, his muscles relaxed, open to Varna's swift strokes. His oiled hole accepted the demon's length more easily. Heat's eyes fell closed. Scenes of foreign places painted themselves on the insides of his eyelids; he knew he was close to passing out.

On top of him, Varna gave a deep growl and shuddered violently. Burning fluid filled him, the erratic jerking of the Asura's hips startling Heat back into reality. His body was rocked by a few more thrusts, and then the thick cock slid out of him. He moaned at the painful emptiness it left, feeling rivulets of hot fluid drip from between his spread legs.

Gradually, Heat felt the cold air wrap around him again. The shadowed walls and blood-stained floor returned. The weight on his back seemed to have lessened; out the corner of his eye, he could make out a pale arm, one that didn't belong to him. It was draped over the edge of the bed. The breath on the nape of his neck was warm and gentle, and didn't carry the odor of blood or death.

With a harsh grunt of exertion, he rolled onto his side. Serph's bare body curled toward him. Strands of silver hair were plastered to his face by sweat. The Atma on his left cheek had returned to its usual sharp black. Only the faintest hint of power still shone at its edges. His eyes were closed peacefully.

“Damn it, Serph,” Heat whispered. He lifted an arm to touch his leader's face, then thought better of it. His hand dropped to his stomach. Surprisingly, he wasn't bleeding anymore. Aching, he scratched at the blood that had dried to his abdomen. Agony racked his body from head to toe, but they shouldn't sleep, they didn't have time... they had to get to that ship thing, they had to get Sera safely to the new base... Serph should be taking responsibility, damn it!

“You're a real piece of work, aren't you?” Heat growled.

In the low light, he wasn't sure... but for a moment, he thought he saw the trace of a smirk play about the other man's lips.

~ fin ~