Oni Tensei

***Gerard***

Gerard sat at the table drinking his beer and watching Frank and his brother play video games. They were shouting and yelling at each other as well as the game. Frank looked so normal next to Mikey. He laughed and stuffed his face with chips, drank soda and had a belching contest with Mikey. Of course Mikey won.

”No fair, Mikey, you have more practice because you have access to junk food!”

”Just because the school does not let you pig out does not mean you have any less of an excuse, Frankie.”

Frank punched Mikey in the arm which caused him to lose his balance.

”That’s it, Iero, it’s on now!”

Mikey leaped off the couch and landed on Frank. Frank hit the floor and Mikey started his relentless tickling and Gerard laughed at Frank’s pleas to stop. He remembered when he used to do that to Mikey and even though Mikey was younger than Frank, he had the drop on him in height. Frank rolled on the ground and onto his side giggling. Mikey now straddled his hip and dug into his exposed side. Gerard watched as Frank’s shirt rose up in the back and then he lost his breath when the demon was revealed. He could not help, but lose focus on the boys and just concentrate on the swirl of colors attached to the skin. How could someone do that to such a sweet boy? He was grateful that Frank was not afraid of being touched, at least. That would have been a tragedy. To not hear the beautiful sound emanating from the boy's throat in delight…what a minute, beautiful? Gerard shook the thought out of his head. This was a child before him, okay not quite, but certainly not legal. He should be thinking about him like he does his brother. Gerard sighed and took another swig of his beer. He made a face realizing it had become warm. He got up and poured the rest in the sink and grabbed a fresh one.

”Hey, Gee, can I have a sip?”

”Mikey…”

”Come on, just one?”

Gerard stood there as Mikey pouted and put on his puppy eyes. Gerard sighed, he knew that Mikey knew he won. He held the bottle out to Mikey and Mikey took it and took a long pull from it.

”Whoa, Mikes, easy!”

Mikey pulled off the bottle and instead of handing it back to his brother he handed it to Frank. Frank grinned and took a similar pull on the bottle. By the time they handed the bottle back to Gerard it was ¾ gone! Gerard sighed and drained the bottle. He placed it in the sink with the other one and turned back to the boys who were whispering and giggling.

”Mikey, that was not cool.”

”What, Gee? You taught me that we are supposed to share. It would not have been fair if Frankie did not get any, too.”

”Yeah, but you guys drank most of the damn bottle!”

”So arrest us then.”

Mikey and Gerard looked over at Frank when he said this. Frank was smiling and held out his hands for cuffs. Mikey and Gerard busted out laughing and Frank joined them. Any thoughts that Gerard had about Frank went out of his head as it filled with their innocent laughter.

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***Frank***

Frank was walking back from the cafeteria when the cloud cover happened quickly. Fat drops started to fall and accumulate at a rapid pace until the rain seemed like sheets covering him. Frank ran and tried to look for cover. Through the haze of the rain he saw the chapel. His back shivered at the sight of the building and he knew it was not from the cold. He headed towards the building as the thunder cracked above him. He stepped up on the portico and looked back out at the downpour. He wondered if he could just wait it out here instead of in the building, but the wind had other ideas as it changed direction and pushed the rain into the safety of the overhung shelter. Frank jumped when a bolt of lightning flashed too close for comfort. He placed his hand on the handle of the door and heard a growl in his head. He pushed it aside and opening in the door walked in.

***Interior: Vestibule***

Father Saporta was working on Sunday’s sermon when the lights went out. Using the lightning strikes that illuminated the room briefly, he lit a candle and placed it on the desk. He picked up his pen and started to write again. It was pleasant writing by candle light and he felt a kin to the abbots that came before him who did not have the luxury of electricity. He felt his writing flow more easily now and smiled at the words on the paper. He was completing a thought when a scream echoed through the room from the hallway and caused the paper he was writing on to rip in half from the force of his pen tip. Father Saporta jumped up and ran out into the hallway to try and pinpoint where the noise was coming from. He looked over the balcony and saw a boy huddled in the corner illuminated by the lightning through the stained glass window. He sighed, the youth was probably worried by the black out and surprised when the lights went out. He walked down the stairs and crossed to where the boy was. Something in the air felt off as soon as he stepped off the staircase, but he chalked it up to the ozone in the air from the lightning. As he got closer he saw that the child was soaked and shivering. He saw a set of vestments lying over the chair near the alter and grabbed them to wrap the boy up in. He knew who ever owned them would understand.

”Stop, don’t come any closer, please.”

”It’s okay, my child, it’s just a black out. The lights will come back on soon, I promise. Meanwhile you need to be covered to stop your shivering from the cold rain.”

“No, I don’t need you help! I don’t need anyone!”

”You’re just frightened, I understand. I used to be afraid of thunder storms when I was younger until I learned that it was God who…”

”There is no God!”

Father Saporta stopped and looked at the youth. The voice that came out of him did not sound like that of a child, but a monster. He looked at the boy, but only saw the frightened expression as he met his eyes. Father Saporta brushed it off and reached out with the vestment to cover the youth's back. When he touched it he got a shock and this time when he looked up at the youth he saw something else in his eyes. The youth shrugged off the clothing and lunged at the him. He knocked Father Saporta to the ground and straddled his thighs.

”I warned you, Father, to stay away.”

Father Saporta lost his breath as the youth covered his mouth and thrust his tongue into it. He kissed him with ferocity and when Father Saporta opened his eyes he did not see the boy, but a demon. As the youth kissed him he felt his hands reach down and open up the Father’s vestments. He pulled up the shirt and ran a palm over his nipples. Father Saporta moaned and the youth let a smirk grow through the kiss. His other hand trailed down to his pants and quickly undid the buckle. Father Saporta gasped as the boy’s hand worked its way into his open and pants and beyond the waistband of his briefs.

”Ah, please stop.”

”Why, Father, you are clearly enjoying it.”

”No, I just can’t control my body.”

”Oh? So who is in control of it then, Gabriel?”

Father Saporta was surprised that his given name was used. He did not have much time to contemplate it though because the youth was now moving down his body and his mouth was replacing his hand. Before Father Saporta became a man of the cloth he had been with several women and he knew what the youth was doing was that of an experienced adult. He looked down and a scream hitched in his throat as he saw not the head of the boy, but the demon from before. It had red and blue hair and wicked sharp black horns upon its head. His tongue was long and pointed and wrapped itself around his cock while the tip inserted itself into his slit. Father Saporta threw his head back when he felt an intrusion of the demons fingers into his opening. The talons scratched at his insides and brushed against his prostate. Father Saporta began to shake as the fingers were thrust crudely in and out of him always hitting their mark. The demon’s mouth tightened around his shaft and he knew he was going to cum soon. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to the fate, but not before seeing the arm of the boy reaching down to please himself. It was interesting that it was the boy’s arm he saw, but the head of the demon moving up and down between his legs. Father Saporta did not have any more time to think as his legs shook and he came down the demon's throat. He lay there panting trying to catch his breath. He looked up and saw the boy again sitting between his legs finishing himself off and cumming all over his hand with a groan. He sighed as he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked two cum covered fingers in. Father Saporta was about to say something, but a crash above them stopped him. He grabbed the youth and rolled them to safety as a stranger landed among the broken stained glass in a crouch. He stood up and Father Saporta saw that he was brandishing a knife. He placed himself between the youth and the intruder.

”What do want?”

”I have come for the demon.”

Father Saporta looked back at the youth who was back to a normal boy again. He spun around and grabbed the boy's shoulders as the lunatic lunged for him with the knife held high.

”Run!”

The youth looked at Father Saporta and his eyes went wide as blood trickled out of his mouth from the dagger plunged into his back instead of into the boy’s chest. The boy was frozen for a moment and then took off out of the chapel and into the storm.

***Frank***

Frank ran through the rain. His sneakers hitting the pavement and skidding as he rounded the corner of a building. His heart was thumping in his chest, like it was keeping time with his footsteps. Unfortunately, it seemed that the manic that was after him and his demon was faster and gaining on him. At that pace it would not be long until he was overrun. His chest was hurting now and the burn was worse than before. He heard the man moving faster and he thought this was it, until a car came to a sudden halt in front of him. A door opened and he saw the detective from that night.

”Get in! Come on!”

Frank hesitated, but the demon growled in his head and he felt his feet propelled forward into the vehicle. He jumped in and slammed the car door just as the runner caught up with them. He punched the door and they sped off.

”Are you alright? Who is that guy?!”

Frank didn’t get a chance to answer because a hand came crashing through the passenger window. It grabbed at Frank’s wrist and tried to pull him to the door. The detective quickly turned the wheel so that the car jerked in the opposite direction and the guy flew off the car and into the stone wall next to them. The detective stopped the car and got out. He pulled his gun and started to yell at the man. Frank could not hear what the exchange was because the beast inside of him was groaning with need. He knew what the demon wanted. He tried to fight it by jerking off and letting the demon take pleasure in him, but being this close, it would not work. He knew this and he was powerless to stop what was going to happen next.

***Gerard***

”Stop!”

Gerard drew his gun and pointed it at the man brandishing the knife. The man leered at him.

”You should just give me the boy.”

”Like hell I will!”

”I’ll get him anyway, like I did all the others.”

Gerard had a quick flashback of the case that Ray and himself were currently working on. Several men had been found flayed. Large portions of their skin removed with a sharp instrument. Could this be the culprit? Unfortunately the distraction of his mind was enough to give the skinner time to escape. He ran to the bridge and jumped. Gerard shot at him, but missed and he plunged into the river, leaving a ripple in his wake. Gerard continued to look until there was no sign of disturbance in the water. He sighed and brought his gun down to his side. He walked back to the car and saw that the passenger side door was open. Gerard ran around and saw the boy hunched into himself. He reached out to rouse him, but he was pushed back by an unseen force. He fell down on the ground and looked at the car. There was strange green glow emanating from the boy. A mist formed around his body and he seemed to grow in size. He turned his face to Gerard and Gerard held back a scream as the demon's eyes looked back at him. The boy rose from the car and moved towards him. Gerard lifted the gun and pointed it at him.

”Frank, what are you doing?!”

”You should have listened to me Gerard. You should have stayed away. I could have controlled him then, but now, now there is no controlling him!”

Gerard wanted to fire at the beast, but he knew that Frank was there too and that he was the innocent in all of this. He still held his gun out, but as The Demon/Frank closed in on him he felt it wavering. Finally the beast reached out and grabbed Gerard by the throat and slammed him against the chain link fence behind them. He lifted him high up and brought their faces together. The Demon/Frank licked the side of his face and bit down on his neck. Gerard screamed out, but was hushed by the demon’s tongue inserting itself in his mouth. It was long and pointed and explored every area before it wrapped itself around Gerard’s tongue and squeezed like a vice. The other clawed hand came up and ripped Gerard’s shirt down the middle causing buttons to fly everywhere. The claw grazed over his nipples and pinched them in between it's sharp talons. A small trickle of blood trailed from his chest and the tongue left his mouth, giving him breath again, to lap up the trail. The beast dropped Gerard to the ground and he grabbed his neck as he gasped for the air his lungs needed. He looked up and saw Frank standing in front of him with the demon looming over him like a shadow.

”It’s too late now, Gerard. The beast wants you and there is no saying no.”

Gerard tries to get to his feet in hopes of escape, but only gets as far as his knees. The beast shreds his slacks leaving the belted waist intact. This causes Gerard to end up on his knees with his ass in the air. He feels hands grip his hips and pull him to them. The next piece of clothing lost is his briefs as they are ripped away in the same manner. Gerard felt the wad of the cloth thrusted into his mouth. It tasted of sweat and fear. Now that he was exposed the beast went right for it. Gerard felt the rough tongue drag across his ass biting into his cheeks, leaving marks and blood trails again. He felt the intrusion of the pointed tongue invading his body. He squirmed as it thrusted and rotated inside of him, hitting his prostate with sharp jabs. Gerard cried out within the gag and started to drool, filling the fabric with internal liquid. As he felt the beast growing more agitated, he could swear that he felt Frank’s hand card through his hair in a soothing manner. Gerard remembered not being able to shoot at the beast because of the youth and now he was glad he made the decision, even at the cost of his pride. The beast had finally finished with his ministration and pulled his tongue out. Gerard collapsed from being released, but he knew it was not over. When The Demon/Frank said there was no saying no, he knew exactly what he meant. Now that he was slicked up, he was not surprised to feel the beast nudging his cock near his entrance. What did scared Gerard was the size of it. He could not see it, but he could feel it. The head alone had to be the size of his fist. Sure enough the beast pushed inside of him and Gerard let out a strangled cry as he felt like he was being split open. He felt liquid running down his thighs and knew that it was blood. The beast wasted no time. Once he was in all the way he began to thrust with a blinding speed and roughness. Gerard had never been this full ever. He thought he could feel the tip in his chest. The head was so big, it could not help to hit his prostate every time. Tears were streaming down his face as the beast grunted behind him. Gerard’s cock ached to be touched, but he was using his hands to hold himself up at the uncomfortable height the beast had him at as well as the awkward angle. This is why he was surprised when he felt a soft hand wrap around it. Once again he knew it was Frank trying to make something a little better of the situation. It was stupid on so many levels, but Gerard was grateful for this little bit of affection mixed in with this brutal rape. Yes, Gerard had come to terms that it was what was happening to him. He was being raped and could do nothing to stop it other than to kill an innocent victim. He could not do that. At least the beast was slowing down and his movements becoming erratic. Gerard knew that meant he was close. Frank’s hand sped up on his cock and Gerard could not help, but to push into it, trying to derive any pleasure from it possible. The hand moved over the crown swirling the pre-cum around. It flicked lightly at the slit and Gerard let out a moan. It moved down the vein putting slight pressure in a twisting motion. Gerard bucked into the hand and the beast seemed to agree with this. It lifted Gerard up into the air so that his legs were wrapped backwards around the beast and his chest was thrusted outward. His arms were pulled behind him as well and the thrusting increased now more than before. The hand changed angles too and started to use a pushing pulling method with the twisting motion. Gerard was lost in the terror of the rape and the eroticism of the hand job at the same time.

”This is your fault, you know. If you had listened you would not be here.”

Gerard strained to hear Frank’s voice through the beasts growling.

”This is your fault.”

Frank’s hand sped up its movement.

”This is your fault.”

Gerard groaned and his chest started heaving.

”THIS is your fault.”

The beast growled louder slamming in harder and harder.

”THIS IS your fault.”

Frank squeezed his cock tighter.

”THIS IS YOUR fault.”

Gerard’s hips stuttered.

”THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

All three of them let out a sound as the beast came in Gerard along with Frank and Gerard had the most intense orgasm all over Frank’s hand. He was dropped and landed on the ground.

”That’s why I told you…”

”to leave me alone.”

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