Hide and Go Die(END) M

Tremors of pleasure ran beautifully along the taut body of Chu Yi. His face turning a charming red, tears dripping from his ruby orbs. It was beautiful how stressed he looked so wound tight and tense, clearly such a deadly creature yet so fragile as the shadows worked their way into him.

A moment ago he had been cruelly tracing lines of blood along the conductor's body.

Reveling in the warm blood spilling onto his fingertips,

Now he had Chu Yi clenching his jaw and nearly writhing on his fingers, too pent up and desperate to get out of his head to even pretend at playing the cruel and deadly demon, and it was a beautiful sight.

Conductor loved to see him like this, loves to strip the armor away from him until he can't do anything but feel, but it's the sound of Yi's muffled cries echoing off the walls that he wants even more.

The malice in his eyes got deeper, he wanted this beautiful creature to break.

Somehow, Chu Yi had managed to not make a single sound. His teeth clenched onto his red lips, leaving a bloody taste in on his tongue.

The metallic taste of blood fueled his pleasure even more. He still had enough self control to keep his lips sealed up tight, and the conductor had no intention of letting that continue any longer than he can avoid it. Chu Yi was his and he needed to cement that into the very flesh of his demon. To make his body remember the taste of his shape until he can do nothing but accept him.

And the best way to make Chu Yi lose some of his staunch control, drag a cry from his throat, a whimper from his lips, is to push him over the edge then drag him back up to the top, without letting him have even a second to breathe. Over, and over, and over, until he can't hold onto anything but what he gives to him, lost to his own need. His eyes melting with pleasure and let the darkness in those depths be overwhelmed by him.

He stroked the pale hand, griping tightly onto the sheets below, dragging his hands gently down the top of his thigh, sweeping a teasing stroke along the crease of Chu Yis hip with his thumb. "You broke the rules, Isn't it fair you should be punished?" he grinned, the rasp in his voice not quite breathless, but nearly.

As Chu Yi's broken lips part, no doubt to tell him exactly where to shove his punishment, he drags two fingers directly across his prostate, harsh and sudden. The only thing that leaves Chu Yi's beautiful lips then is a rough but toneless gasp as he arches against the mattress, his hands jerking against the cuffs. His fragile neck stretched out like a swan on the midst of a dance with death.

The conductor, hums, low and pleased at the sight of Chu Yi's red eyes and open lips, his heaving chest and the sweat shining on his skin. His tongue leaving wet traces along his bloody lips. Slow and relentless he begins to circle his fingers around that spot, and Chu Yi's hands twitch and he shivers, the straps creaking as he pulls against the cuffs.

The same cuffs stilled stained with his blood.

"I thought so," He says with just enough smug in his tone to make Chu Yi's beautiful eyes narrow. "A naughty demon still needs to be punished."

Conductor firms his hold on Chu Yi's hip, arm tight on his thigh, leaving purple bruises on his fragile skin and sets to work, circling closer, pressing in. Chu Yi's other leg, still hooked over his shoulder, twitches, sharp and sudden. Conductor leans into the pull, holding firm as Chu Yi's arches beautifully again with a shuddering gasp. Chu Yi's jade like cock was flushed, red and twitching against his abdomen as he shakes under his touch, his breath high in his throat. He's close, desperate for it, his hips bucking helplessly, his pale skin shining with sweat.

But it wasn't enough for him.

He wanted him to beg.

"Do you want to cum now, Chu Yi?" He asks sweetly, teasing. He knows he's getting somewhere when all he gets in response is a thump of Chu Yi's heel against his back and a glare, Chu Yi's red eyes torn between heated and furious. He could tell that Chu Yi wanted to both skin him alive at this moment and be fucked senseless by him.

He chuckled .

All the conductor needed to do is make sure arousal wins over irritation.

Chu Yi should know by now he wasn't going to let go. This was his evil little incubus and he was hell bent on owning every inch of his body. From his tight pink hole to his beautiful mouth above. He was going to fill it all up. He would stretch him out over the bunk, bare and vulnerable, and cuff his arms over his head.

He was going to ruin him.

"If you don't tell me what you want, I can't give it to you," he said darkly, flashing a sharp grin at Chu Yi's flushed face. "This is your punishment baby. Come on baby, Beg for it." He pauses to give Chu Yi's prostate another firm stroke, on the edge of too hard, and Chu Yi's entire body jerks into a beautiful line, his head snapping back into the pillow as he tries in vain to buck his hips. His cock is flushed, dripping a puddle of precum pooling in the dip between Chu Yi's hips. The conductors mouth is watering, the urge to lean over and get a taste of those beautiful lips rising.

Instead he turns to mouth to the side of Chu Yi's knee, teeth grazing across the pale skin over the bone, and growls, "Beg me. If you beg pretty enough, maybe I'll even let you get away Scot free."

Chu Yi hisses like an angry leopard, his leg jerking in the conductor's hold, but it doesn't jerk hard enough to break free. The leg on his shoulder stays right where it is; if anything, it's holding on even tighter. Trembling in pleasure.

But Chu Yi stays silent, and he grins. "Guess not," he says, black eyes flashing with lustful mirth "I'll just entertain myself until you're ready, then. Don't worry, baby, we've got all night"

With Chu Yi's tacit permission, the conductor sets about his task of turning his little demon into a whimpering, shuddering creature of desperate need. Both fingers press into Chu Yi's prostate, circling, rubbing, slow then faster then slower then slower still, shifting pace and pressure with each stroke. Chu Yi jerks under his hands, twisting against the mattress, and he can't tell if he's trying to get away or get closer.

Chu Yi probably can't either. His beautiful jaw is clenched tight, the tears flowing from his eyes, eyelashes trembling with need ,his nose flaring with his harsh, shaking breaths as he tries to hold out.

The first crack is a sound. A muffled whine, high and faint and quickly extinguished.

Beautiful.

Chu Yi is staring blindly at the ceiling above them as the conductor works him over, his chest heaving, the two swollen pink cherries trembling with each breath. He

watches, breathless with want, as his demon finally breaks. Oh so beautiful, as he crumbles onto his fingers.

With the next stroke , Chu Yi arches against the bunk, the slender muscles of his arms straining as he pulls hard enough that for a moment, he was worried the straps won't hold after all. But they do hold, and Chu Yi's mouth finally opens on a sound somewhere between shout and sob, loud and beautiful and gloriously real.

"There you are," He breathes, rewarding him with another finger sliding past his red rim. "Let me hear you, baby. What do you need?"

"F-fuck you," Chu Yi gasps, his voice charming fragile ", I will burn you ali—"

The conductor cuts him off with a twist of his fingers, the rasp of his finger, caress over Chu Yi's prostate, pressing almost painfully into the bunch of overstimulated nerves and it steals the breath right out of his Chu Yi's mouth. He scrapes his teeth over Chu Yi's knee again, watching as a blossoming red sets in, and presses his thumb against the soft skin behind Chu Yi's balls on the next stroke, pressing just hard enough to be a threat, and growls, "Oh I know baby. But you need to be punished and little evil spirits don't get treats."

Chu Yi choked out another moan, arching against the bed, his ruby eyes tight shut as he clenches down on the conductors fingers. He stops thrusting, pressed in as deep as he can go, and circles his thumb on Chu Yi's perineum with the harsh touch he knows his baby was looking for. It's too much and not enough at the same time, too hard and too slow.

Chu Yi trembled, his throat working as he chews on his words, until he finally hisses, beneath white teeth "Please."

He considers making him work for it, dragging it out until Chu Yi is begging, but the tight lines on his enchanting face and the way he isn't meeting his eyes says that wouldn't end the way he wants it to. More than likely, Chu Yi would bite a bloody wound through his neck.

His little demon was dangerous after all.

"I suppose that will do," He says, dark and pleased, smug in the way Chu Yi hated most.

The conductor didn't give him time for the irritation to bloom, though, he shoves his bent leg down on the mattress, wraps his fingers around his Chu Yi's pretty little cock, and strips the orgasm from him with ruthless efficiency. It took barely a handful of strokes and a few deep, twisting thrusts of his rough fingers before Chu Yi came with a shattered shout, striping his own heaving chest with his cum as he shakes.

The conductor watched in stunned awe as his demon unraveled before him. The darkness receding to reveal the fragile beauty blooming on his mottled chest.

The conductor pressed a light, reverent kiss to Chu Yi's quivering thigh, then pulls his hand free and shrugs it from his shoulder, lowering it slowly to rest against the mattress. He only needs to reach behind him to get his hand on the strap, and clips it to the cuff on Chu Yi's thin ankle before he can twitch, pulling the other end tight until there's just enough slack for comfort. The tension in Chu Yi's muscles has started to trickle out of him, each hard shudder relaxing him further into the bunk as he stares blindly at the ceiling and blinks tears out of his eyes.

It's a good start.

While Chu Yi' is still trembling, his breathing harsh and wet, the conductor gets back to work. He slicks his own purple cock with a hiss as the night chill blew ruthlessly, not caring enough to wait for it to warm in his hand. He wipes the excess carelessly on the bunk; the sheets are already a loss at this point with all the sweat, and the cum dripping slowly down Chu Yi's sides. His one free leg goes onto the conductor's shoulder without resistance, draped limp and shaking over his back, and he lifts Chu Yi right off the bunk.

He notes and disregards the hitch of Chu Yi's breath, a low groan of pain, the twitch of his thigh. With one arm wrapped tight around that thin yet strong thigh, He eases himself into Chu Yi's body with a low, satisfied groan.

He was finally claiming his demon.

The feeling of euphoria almost made him cum directly.

He had been ignoring his own erection for nearly an hour at this point, and sinking the bulbous tip into the tight, wet heat after all that buildup is nearly too much. Thankfully he managed to breathe through it, pushing his release back with a determined clench of his jaw.

His dark eyes overflowed with lust. He was going to ruin his demon once and for all. Edging him over and over again until the only thing Chu Yi can feel is the pleasure he gives him, then he can drag Chu Yi back up to the edge and keep him there until he's s ready to go again.

The deadly serial killer has left the room. Only Chu Yi is left in the conductors bunk, twitching in his cuffs, rocking helplessly onto his cock with what little leverage he can manage. The desperate, wavering moan that leaves his lips as he arches against the conductors brutal grip ,rings clear and sweet, no attempt to restrain it marring the sound. He follows it with a whine, choked and quiet but so very pretty, and he gives him an approving pat on the leg as he rocks his hips in a slow, deep drag. Chu Yi's moans were beautiful.

"I want you to count," The conductor says with a mischievous grin, Chu Yi blinks at him, dazed, his eyes wet and his red lips parted. "Today we'll add up all the rules you've broken one by one. Don't worry though, we have all night to explore"