[Team One] no matter how far you run, the darkness will follow (cont.)

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i just got back from senpai time so have some more demon!fujikita \o/ you all know this is like a spn au right? for anyone who actually watches supernatural. just making sure. part one | part two


"Time does fly when you're having fun," Fujigaya's voice purrs against the shell of Kitayama's ear. "It's been over a week and you still refuse." He feels the slick flick of tongue against his skin, making him want to jerk away in disgust but it's too much work to even open his eyes right now, let alone move. He clenches his hands instead, breathing in slowly through his nose.

"Is this where you say resistance is futile and you'll get what you want in the end?" Kitayama asks softly. He knows he won't last much longer, either he'll cave just due to exhaustion, body failing him as he fights on nothing but meager sips of water every few hours. Or he'll die, either from starvation or Fujigaya's hand. It doesn't matter either way.

Fujigaya laughs, a warm sound in his ear that makes his entire being ache with something, anything from before. "You always did amuse me, Hiromitsu."

He peels his eyes open to glare weakly at Fujigaya as he steps from behind him, circling him as usual. "Glad to be of use."

Fujigaya watches him carefully, smile slowly slipping from his face. Kitayama wants to close his eyes again, wants to let his body rest and save what little energy he does have, but he doesn't want to let Fujigaya win whatever little staring contest they're having now. "Why do you fight me?" He asks eventually, throwing Kitayama off momentarily.

Licking his lips he answers cautiously. "Why do you want me dead?"

There's a soft growl from Fujigaya next, as he sets his jaw and scowls. "I don't want you dead," he says. "I want your trust, I suppose. You're..." He stops, searching for the right word, eyes darting around with just the slightest bit of unease. "I want you to work with me."

Kitayama would chuckle at that, but he can't seem to find the point in it. "That is the same as death."

Fujigaya's glare is near murderous. "You're too stubborn for your own good," he says darkly.

Tipping his head back Kitayama grins, just there smallest thing. "And that's what you love about me, isn't it?" He doesn't see Fujigaya move until the other is right there in his face, hand pulling on his hair, tipping his head back farther. There's that flash of black again, endless pools of nothing where Kitayama once thought he could see near perfection.

"I should just kill you," he mumbles, breath hot against Kitayama's skin. "Send you straight to hell like the rest of us." He's straddling Kitayama's lap now, weight entirely too much for his legs to handle.

Kitayama smirks. "Do it," he says. "Kill me. Break my neck, choke me, whatever. Just do it."

"It's always a fucking death wish with you." His eyes are that deep brown again. False warmth that Kitayama had been distracted with numrous times.

He loses himself for a moment, taken by Fujigaya's weight and their proximity. It would be so easy for him to just lean in close and brush their lips together, just like before. "Occupational hazard," he breathes.

Fujigaya's eyes search his for a split second before he closes the distance, kissing him in that way that has Kitayama's resolve cracking, slipping away into nothing. He's disgusted with himself as he kisses back. Kitayama's missed the feel of Fujigaya's lips against his own, they way Fujigaya takes his bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard enough to be just on the shy side of pain. Kitayama wants none of this but at the same time so much more.

"We'd both have a better chance at survival if you just said yes," Fujigaya whispers, pressing his forehead against Kitayama's.

He chuckles humorlessly. "You're not immortal," he replies. "Eventually someone will catch up to you, either exorcise you or destroy you and then I'll be a target. Siding with a demon is a guarantee for a quick death."

Fujigaya kisses him again, gentler this time, just a press of their lips together as he runs his hand through Kitayama's hair, smoothing it back down. "What are you holding out for?" He asks. "And angel to save you?"

"Maybe."

He snorts, pulling away just a bit so Kitayama is breathing his air once more. He doesn't get up though, still sitting heavily on Kitayama's lap. "Angels don't exist."

Out of the corner of his eye, Kitayama sees something, just a tiny flash but it's there and he has to fight down the urge to smile, finding it more difficult than he thought. "You're right," he says, distracting Fujigaya with one more kiss, dipping forward to catch his lips.

"And neither do you," another voice says, stepping out of the shadows and driving a knife into Fujigaya's back.

He hisses in pain as his eyes lightly along with his insides, burning the demon out from the body. Kitayama doesn't know what happens exactly after that, if he's dead or just back in hell, but it doesn't matter. It'll take him a while to make his way back up from the pit.

Fujigaya's body slumps off his own and onto the floor with a thump, allowing Kitayama to sag in relief as the newcomer releases his from the chair. He rubs his wrists once they're free, closing his eyes, feeling the hum of exhaustion throughout his entire body. "Cutting it close much?"

The other snorts, and stands once he releases Kitayama's legs. "You would've been fine a couple more days. He was fond of you, almost as much as you we--"

"Stop," Kitayama snaps. "Don't remind me."

"All I'm saying is--"

Kitayam glares. "You'll be on the floor next, Tamamori."

Tamamori rolls his eyes. "I don't think you can even walk on your own, let alone kill me. Also, I thought we didn't kill humans."

He stretches out his legs, hoping they'll hold him up. "You'll be the exception."

"I just saved your life!" He protests.

He raises an eyebrow. "'You would've been fine a couple more days,'" he parrots back. "Forgive me if I'm not grateful."

Tamamori does this thing with his face, it's something between a scowl and a pout and Kitayama spends a couple seconds seriously wondering how they ended up working together, killing demons no less.