Oni Tensei

***Gerard***

The world was black and white.

Gerard came to and the room was empty. Frank was lying on the floor not moving.

”Frankie”

Gerard heard the rasp of his used voice. It hurt so much and he could taste the blood in the back of his throat. He tried to get up and cried out in pain. He put his hand down on the ground to steady himself and it felt wet. He lifted his hand and saw a grey liquid covering it. As he watched the substance on his hand the color started to seep into view. The longer he looked, the more it flowed. When the color returned to his vision, his hand was red. It was blood and it was pooled around him. Gerard looked at his hand and his eyes went wide. He touched his stomach with it and left a bloody handprint. It was his blood, but not just his. It was his baby’s blood too. Gerard screamed.

Gerard woke up with a start. He was in his own bed. The last few days still fresh in his mind. He needed stitches from the anal tearing, but not one knew about the baby. He hugged his stomach and got up. He made his way to the bathroom and bent over the sink. He splashed water on his face and winced at the pulling of the stitches. They wanted him to stay in the hospital, but he refused. At least not in his room. He stayed in Frank’s for a while, but the boy remained out. The tattoo on his back was marred now. The once beautiful color was streaked and stained with blood. Gerard carefully tried to wipe it off, but it would not be removed. A permanent reminder of what Grell did. Frank also needed stitches, but nothing could bring back what was so violently taken from him. Gerard wondered if it would not have been better for Frank to have given into the demon beforehand. Perhaps it would not have been as bad, but then again…

”Hello? Yeah, Christa, no I will be there, I just have to…yeah I know, okay love you too, bye.”

Gerard hung up with Ray’s fiancé. Another casualty of Grell’s disregard for life. It was miracle that she did not lose the baby when she heard the news. Gerard promised that he would be by her side when she found out the sex next week. It was a futile promise though since Gerard was sure he would not be here by then.

***Gabe***

”Water?”

Father Saporta watched the broken boy walk in the garden. He walked up to the rose bush and reached out to grab a flower. The thorns pricked his skin and he bled. Frank lifted his hand to his face to look at the flowing liquid.

”Water?”

Frank walked away with that single quest in mind.

”He’s not getting any better is he?”

Father Saporta looked up at his friend standing next to him. He sighed.

”He is too far gone, trapped within himself. Who knows what he sees in his mind right now.”

”Water?”

Frank walked up to a tree and held a glass out to it. The next thing they hear is the sound of breaking glass. Frank has dropped it and is now looking at and reaching for the shards.

”No Frank!”

By the time he and Gerard get there, Frank has picked up the pieces and is cradling them in his palms.

”Water?”

***Bert***

”Where do you think you’re going?”

”Home, I’ve been in here too long now.”

”You are still recovering from your injuries.”

”Dr. Armstrong, I have a police station to run and…”

”He’s gone you know.”

”What?”

”He left his badge…”

”But not his gun. Goddammit Gerard, you promised!”

Sargent McCracken sat back down on the bed. He put his jacket down and sighed. Dr. Armstrong walked over and took a seat in a nearby chair.

”It was ten years ago. He was coming home from classes when they took him. They trapped him in an abandoned warehouse and just took turns with him. By the time he was found he was malnourished and almost catatonic. It was a week they had him. He was raped by both men and women. He was virgin at the time.”

”How did he escape?”

”He killed them.”

***Time Stamp: Ten Years Ago~ Abandoned Warehouse***

”Come on princess, time for your daily injection.”

”Fuck, how is he still tight, he still feels fucking amazing!”

”Open up baby, you know you want it.”

The guy pushed his cock in Gerard’s mouth, but Gerard remains slack jawed. The guy slaps him in the face.

”Hey, Hey, wake the fuck up!”

”Aww man, I think you broke him.”

”Aww shit really?”

”Does that mean we let him go?”

”Fuck no, we just don’t use that part anymore.”

”Yeah, I’m not letting this tight ass go until it is fucking used up and my cock falls out.”

The guys all laugh and do not realize that Gerard is stirring beyond the guy pounding into him.

”Hey we can use it as a cum catcher. Take shots at it.”

”Fuck, I like that idea. Ah ah ah, shit I’m gonna.”

The guy fucking him cums hard in his ass and pulls out. Gerard is already full with so much cum from the others that it is leaking out even as the next guy goes to take his place.

"Hey , hey, let me, his mouth is useless and I need to nut before I AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”

The guy with his cock in Gerard’s mouth screams as a spray of blood erupts from Gerard’s mouth. He falls on the floor, screaming and everyone else scatters. Gerard stands up and spits the now severed cock out of his mouth. His eyes glow red and he lashes out with the chains that were used to bind him. He beats all in his vicinity till he is covered in their blood and there are no survivors. He walks to the door naked, cum still dripping out of him, blood spattered and leaves the building. It turned out that he was still on school property because a passing security guard sees him as he falls to his knees and faints.

***Time Stamp: Present Day***

***Bert***

”I always knew Gerard was strong, but I had no idea.”

”He was of course put on trial, but no one would fault him for the killings. They said temporary insanity due to extreme duress.”

”That’s the fucking understatement of the year.”

”After that he quit college and enrolled in the academy. They let him in because no one thought he would make it. He proved them wrong again. He made Detective in five years.”

”Wow, he really is amazing!”

”Yeah, but he scared himself good that night and resolved to never kill someone beyond the line of duty again.”

”Maybe he’ll still keep that promise.”

”Maybe not.”

***Gerard***

”Ah ah ah, fuck faster, fuck please yes, fuck me!”

He should not be here. He should be with Frank or at home sleeping, but after seeing Frank, he had to make him pay. Gerard watched as Grell was fucked by one of his bodyguard and this henchmen sucked him off together. It made him sick that this man could gain so much pleasure after ripping Frank’s virginity away from him and killing their baby. He watched as Grell came all over the henchmen and then screamed as his bodyguard slammed into him one last time with a grunt and came too. Grell climbed off and put his robe on. He leaned in and kissed the bodyguard. It was now or never. Grell was vulnerable and Gerard was ready to strike. Suddenly he felt light headed as a hard weight came down on his head. He groaned as he was dragged out of his hiding place to where Grell was.

”Well Detective Way, we meet again. Did you miss me and my men? Is your little boy toy not good enough that you had to come crawling back to me?”

Grell walked up to Gerard and put pressure on his cock with his foot. He pressed in and Gerard winced. This made Grell smirk.

”Ready for round two Detective?”

”Sure, I’ll just wait for the real men to get here first, not a boy like you.”

Grell back handed him and Gerard knew he made a foolish mistake when a gun was shoved in his mouth.

”You keep going with the smart mouth of yours Detective and I will skull fuck you before I blow your brains out…or better yet maybe I will take it out on that sweet piece of ass Frankie.”

Gerard’s eyes went wide and Grell smirked again.

”Tell me Detective where is he?”

”NO, please leave him alone, you did enough.”

”Oh, but it was fun playing with him. We shared an experience together. Did you know he was a virgin? Nice and tight too mmmm.”

”Sir, we found this in his wallet.”

It was Gerard’s picture of him and Father Saporta when he graduated from the academy. Grell looked at it and turned to Gerard. He licked the picture obscenely>

”Well boys, I think I have a need to confess. Let’s all go to church shall we?”

***Father Saporta***

"What are you doing? You can’t be here like this!”

”Aww, but we’ve come to confess our sins. All of us, especially this one.”

Father Saporta came down from the balcony just as one of the Brothers of the church was thrown down onto the floor. He looked and saw a young man, maybe about Frank’s age or a little older surrounded by several burly men. What really hit him though was that Gerard was on the floor next to them tied up and gagged. He raced down the stairs as he watched the man’s clothes ripped off by one of the thugs. They grabbed him and shoved his mouth on one of their cocks. The man was kicking, trying to push him off, but the thugs just laughed and the other entered him from behind and caused him to scream.

”What is the meaning of this?! This is God’s home! You cannot behave this way here!”

Father Saporta saw Gerard’s eyes grow wide when he spoke. He shook his head and spoke through his muffled mouth.

”Ah, you must be Detective Way’s friend. I came here just to meet you and ask you a question…where is the boy?”

Before Father Saporta could even blink he was grabbed by two men and held in place. He looked down at the poor man being used on the ground and his heart went out to him. The young man saw him look and smirked.

”Oh forgive me Father I have been rude. Boys, have him join in the fun.”

”What, NO!”

The men that had him tried to push him to the ground. Father Saporta would not go down without a fight though. In his youth he was an amateur boxer. He socked the guy in front of him in the face and spun around and hit the other one in the stomach. Both went down, but another one snuck up behind him and hit him in the head.

”Gabe!”

Father Gabriel Saporta went down barely hearing his name shouted out by his dearest friend. They descended on him. Ripping his vestments off and shoving their cocks into his both his openings without warning. The pain was unbearable. Although he did not judge, he wondered how gay men got any pleasure from this. He was being ripped open and the sensation threatened to make him black out. All the while the laughter of the young man rung through the rafters of his former sanctuary mixed with his friend’s pleading for them to stop. He briefly let his faith slip and wondered if there was a God, how could he allow this to go on in his own house. His thoughts were interrupted as both men climaxed at the same time filling him with their foul tasting and burning liquid. They pulled off him and he coughed and threw up. He tried to crawl away and felt a shoe on his back as he was pushed flat on his stomach.

”Aww what’s a matter Gabe? Was this your first time? Did it hurt?”

This word was punctuated by the foot moving over his ass and pushing down where the blood was running out. Gabe winced and cried out at the pressure.

”Now tell me where the boy is and I may let you live.”

A gun was now pressed to his head, but still Gabe did not speak. He had no voice. It had been ripped away by the assault on his throat. He heard the gun being cocked back and he just waited for the sweet repose of death.

”Grell, please stop. Don’t hurt him anymore.”

”No one was talking to you slut! Perhaps I need a more effective gag for you like several cocks at once! I remembered you liked that Detective.”

”No please I’ll…”

”Water.”

”Well, look who just joined the party.”

”No Frank, run!”

”Water.”

Gabe watched as Frank walked closer to them. He had another glass in his outstretched hand. One of the thugs smacked it away and it hit one of the pews, shattering everywhere.

”Water, please give me water.”

”Oh, are you thirsty Frankie? I have all the water you need on my back and the men to help you drink.”

Gabe watched as the young man disrobed and turned around. He had this amazing art on his back of a snake woman, pouring a jug of water over her back that turns into a water fall. Six fishermen are using the water to catch fish. Mist began to rise from his back and before Gabe could blink, the fishermen were there in the church with them. They quickly grabbed Frank and tore his clothes off. Frank did not even protest once as the men descended on him. Just like with Gabe they rammed into him with no feeling. Using him for their own pleasure. The men that were not in him were rubbing themselves all over him using his friction to get off. Gabe looked at Frank, but he was in the same state. Gabe quietly thanked God that he was still catatonic.

”Hey, what’s wrong with him? Why isn’t he screaming? Fuck him harder! Make him feel it!”

They flipped Frank around to another position and held his arms behind him as the fishermen shoved his face into the runner and the other gripped his hips and moved at a brutal pace. Frank’s eyes remained glazed and a small amount of drool mixed with cum ran out of his slack jaw. After the man came they turned Frank onto his back and the other’s came all over him. They covered him in cum till there was almost no visible skin left. Still he did not stir. Grell walked over and pulled Frank up by his hair.

”You're no fun anymore you know that Frankie? I have no use for broken toys.”

Grell dropped Frank onto his knees. He pulled out the gun and pointed it at Frank closing in on his eye.

”No Grell, please stop!”

Grell pulled away from Frank and walked up to Gerard. He backhanded him in the face with the gun site. It tore a mark in his cheek.

”Shut the fuck up! I have had enough of you! Always worrying about someone else and never yourself! Your self sacrifice makes me sick! What good did it do you huh? I still fucked your little boy toy and nothing you did mattered! You are a worthless wretch who is weak and the world would be better off without you.”

Gabe watched as Grell raised the gun to Gerard and cocked it back. Gerard just sat there staring at it and Grell. Suddenly the church was completely quiet, except for one word that rang out.

”No.”

***Bert***

”Are you sure?”

”Yes, completely.”

”But how, I mean what would make them?”

”Mass hallucinations.”

”What?”

”They literally did not know that they were fighting and killing each other. Many of the officers had the blood and skin of another under their fingernails. When we did the exam on Detective Way, the semen samples came back as several of the officers now deceased.”

”So wait, he was brutally assaulted and raped by his own men.”

”I do not think he knew this and I honestly believe the officers did not know it either. The extent of the hallucination was so great that only those who knew it was happening would not be affected.”

”Like Grell.”

”Yes, the tattoo on his back was created with such an intricate pattern that the person looking at it would be immediately brought under it's spell.”

”So magic?”

”Not quite, but more a trick of the mind. If you believe in it, it is as good as real.”

”Sargent! There’s been a break in at the church on the academy grounds!”

”What, when?”

”It was just reported by one of the grounds keepers. He heard screaming from inside like someone was being murdered.”

”Gather up what’s left of the men, we are going to do a run on it! I believe Grell is involved which means we should consider him armed and dangerous. Shoot to kill.”

***Frank***

He was trapped. Lost in his own mind. Pushed there by what Grell did to him. It was safe and secure, but he missed Gerard. He wanted to see him again, to listen to him talk, to hold him, to touch him and feel his touch once more. He missed it so much. Gerard was tender and loving. He gave up so much for Frank and he wished he could pay him back. Frank blocked out everything on the outside. It ran in a part of his mind like a movie. He could see what was out there, but did not react. Could not, would not react. He knew he was being used again. The outer shell of himself being filled with hate and contempt, but inside here was safe and warm. He could not feel the demon anymore. It had disappeared after the attack. Frank wondered if it was there at all. He watched as his body moved to the ministrations of others. He saw Grell and the gun pointed at his eye. He did not care, he just inwardly sighed.

”No Grell, please stop!”

Frank saw Gerard talking, but his voice was far away and his image cloudy. He watched Grell walk up to him and backhand him with the gun. He saw Gerard bleeding and something stirred inside him. Emotion he had not felt in weeks it seemed. He saw Grell yelling at Gerard and Gerard looking at Frank. His gaze seemed to pierce through, and Frank could feel the longing, concern, and sacrifice in it.

”Shut the fuck up! I have had enough of you! Always worrying about someone else and never yourself! Your self sacrifice makes me sick! What good did it do you huh? I still fucked your little boy toy and nothing you did mattered! You are a worthless wretch who is weak and the world would be better off without you.”

’Better off without you.’ ‘Better off without Gerard.’ Frank felt the stirring grow, it grew like a warm seed in the pit of his stomach. It grew from anger and the pain that Grell caused him. It grew from being used by the men, it grew from Gerard getting hurt to protect him, and finally, finally it grew from Horoni. The tattoo artist that started it all by using him as a canvas for his art. All this processed as the sensation grew. Frank began to growl. His eyes turned red and a low rumbled voice filled with malice he spoke outside his sanctuary for the first time since everything happened.

”No.”

Frank stood up slowly. He was seething with rage and contempt for this boy, this piece of shit that was hurting Gerard, his Gerard. The men around him took orders from the boy and tried to subdue him. He crushed them all. Throwing body parts left and right as he ripped arms out of sockets. When the fishermen landed, they turned into ordinary thugs. One fisherman turned out to be a Brother of the church. Frank did not kill this one. He slowly advanced on Grell taking out everyone in his sight. He left Father Saporta alone. Grell fell back screaming trying to get away till he was backed against the door of the church. Frank stepped forward and reached out with his hands, not claws, and gripped his face. He lifted up Grell and threw him back into the church on the runner. Grell landed hard and he heard a snap as his wrist broke on impact. Frank stalked up to him and leered. In a voice his own and also not, he spoke.

”Hey little boy, want to have some fun?”

***Gerard***

Gerard watched as Frank manhandled Grell with the strength of a fully developed man. He managed to wiggle out of the ropes now and looked at the carnage around him. He brushed himself off and picked up his gun. He walked over to the two and stopped in front of Grell. Grell was on his knees facing forward with Frank fucking into him hard with a cock that could not have been his. Frank was embodying the demon or the demon was Frank. Gerard did not care either way. No matter what he just saw Frank. He picked the gun up from his side and looked at it.

”Please, you have to help me, it’s your job!”

”It was my job Grell.”

Gerard knew his voice was too calm for the situation, but he did not care.

”I turned my badge in before I went after you. Now I am going to watch as the demon does to you what you did to Frank.”

”But there is no demon! It’s an illusion!”

”Does this feel like a fucking illusion to you!?”

Frank fucked harder into Grell and he cried out. He brought his hand around and shoved two fingers inside next to his cock and Grell screamed.

”Please, no more, I can’t take anymore!”

”Aww well, you didn’t seem to care when Frank was crying for you to stop when you were raping him. Nor did it matter that you were killing my…our baby when you ordered me to be fucked harder and deeper with the staff.”

”*sob* I thought you were lying to get me to stop!”

”No, there was no lie, but losing my baby made me realize that life is precious…except when it comes to pieces of shit like you.”

Grell looked up at him and saw the coldness that Gerard was radiating towards him. As Frank worked more fingers inside of him, he pushed on his prostate and Grell could not help but push back. Gerard leered at him.

”Enjoying it huh? Like the feeling of being filled up like that? Hey Frankie, give him more.”

”What!? No no no no NO!”

Frank shoved his whole hand inside and Grell screamed and a stream of piss shot out of his cock and hit Gerard’s shoes. Gerard laughed as Grell was humiliated in front of him. This seem to spurn Frank on more and he removed his hand from inside Grell and shoved two fingers from it in Grell’s mouth. Grell was full and unable to speak and Gerard walked back up to him and pushed the barrel in along with Frank’s fingers. Frank’s eyes were still glazed over, but with a fierce red color now. Gerard started to move the gun in and out of Grell’s mouth fucking him with it. Frank removed his fingers and wrapped his hand around Grell’s cock. Grell had tears streaming down his cheek as Frank increased the pace and Grell’s cock surprisingly reacted.

”Now Grell, since I am not as heartless as you, I am going to let you cum one last time before I blow your brains out. Just imagine it, cumming and going at the same time. The anticipation of waiting for that moment of arrival and knowing it will be your last. Can you feel it? Can you stand it growing and curling inside of you wanting release? I am hard just thinking about it.”

Used his other hand to pull out his own cock and started to jerk it off. He knew that Grell was waiting for him to force it into his mouth, but Gerard was not going to do that. Instead he held his gaze with Frank and Frank fucked Grell faster and faster. He could see it in Frank’s eyes that he was getting close. He wanted to cum with him. Frank growled as if he could read Gerard’s thoughts and his body stiffened. He pulled on Grell’s cock a few more times as Gerard did to his own. All three cried out at the same time and came together as Gerard pulled the trigger.

***Bert***

The boy was a mess, but alive. Sargent McCracken watched as Grell was brought out on a stretcher and loaded into the ambulance. He was on his way to the hospital inside the prison. His eyes were vacant and he kept mumbling to himself. He was broken. Another officer was helping one of the Brothers of the church into another ambulance. Father Saporta was answering questions to still another officer. Gerard was gone. His gun was found on the alter. All six bullets accounted for next to it. Frank was gone too. The Sargent took in the carnage of the room and the bodies. He knew that Gerard did not do any of this, he kept his promise. He also knew he would not see Gerard again nor Frank. He smiled, maybe the two of them would finally find peace together.

***Epilogue***

”Please Frankie harder!”

Frank growled and turned Gerard over so that they were face to face. He pulled him up into his lap as he obeyed Gerard’s wish and he and the demon that lived inside of him fucked him harder.

”Oh fuck Frankie, that feels so good.”

Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Frank still could not speak on his own without the demon, but Gerard did not mind. He knew who Frank was and what was truly in his heart. That was all Gerard needed to know.

”Gee, close, I’m gonna…”

Frank wrapped a hand around Gerard’s cock and moved in time with his thrusts so that Gerard would catch up to him.

”Oh Frankie, please, want to cum with you, love you so much.”

”I love you too Gee.”

At that point they both cried out and came together. It pulsed in Gerard and although he knew that there would never be another life created by them, they had all of their existence to create a life for themselves. They collapsed in each others arms and kissed long and languid. They looked into each others eyes and found the peace and forgiveness that they were looking for all their lives.

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