INTERMISSIONS

INTERMISSION AUG 18

Author's Note:
Reason? No reason. Hahahaha
NSFW
AU

This wasn't exactly the duel Ajin expected when Tul quite literally crashed his lair.

Not that Tul had ever been predictable.

The half demon half wizard was crowding Ajin, their two bodies pressed together as if they were experimenting on merging their atoms.

Ajin finds this unnecessary as Tul was carrying a pistol- replacing the jagged knife he carried when they last met. Surely a pistol could have killed Ajin from a farther distance.

He laughs. Ah. Not that bullets could even kill him.

Tul growls. "This isn't funny."

"It is."

"I am about to plaster your brains on your wall and you find it amusing?"

"Has the years made you dumb? Forgetful? You really think a gun is all it will take to conquer me?"

"It will rip your soul from this body and that may not be death but it is close enough."

"What do you have against the body I have chosen? I rather thought you'd like it. Namtan does."

Tul's already dark eyes turn darker, anger making them almost obsidian. "Human desire doesn't interest me."

"But you are human Tul."

"I haven't been human in centuries."

A cruel laugh escapes Ajin. "Your cock certainly disagrees."

Tul didn't have the time to think about the meaning behind Ajin's words. The other man's hand was already around him, thumb moving ever so slowly in circles.

"You should not do that," Tul says.

"Tell me to stop."

"Insolent demon, do you not know who I am? Do you not understand that you need to respect me?"

"So many words, Tul. But none of them are stop," Ajin says as he cups the undeniable hardness against his palm.

"I came here to kill you."

Ajin's mouth finds Tul's neck. "Sure you did," he whispers against Tul's skin.

Ajin is undressing Tul now, his mouth and his tongue following the path of the quickly disappearing fabric.

"Ajin!," Tul protests.

"Tell me to stop," Ajin says against Tul's navel.

"I have a gun."

"I noticed." Ajin's hands were kneading Tul's buttocks, his lips now back against the other's ears.

"We shouldn't do this."

"We are demons. Our powers are blacker than the sky. We have killed. We have cursed. We have long given up our souls for power. Isn't the whole point doing things we are not supposed to?"

"This isn't what I came for."

"But you are certainly coming," Ajin smiles, his thumb reveling in the wetness Tul could not hide.

"Why now?," Tul asks, his voice betraying his stoic face.

"Because you're going to kill me, Tul. So when else? I have no soul to reincarnate. When I disappear I am gone for good. So when else?"

Tul shouts - loud and ferocious, sharp teeth bared like an animal.

He grabs both of Ajin's shoulders and throws him -

to the bed.

In an instant he is above the demon who shifted between realities, the entity that lives so many lives he no longer knows which is real.

No one understands Ajin quite like Tul.
No one understands Tul quite like Ajin.

They are both corrupted.
Both power hungry.
Both of them have given up too much to change course.

Tul needed to destroy Ajin.
He was the only thing blocking his path to absolute omnipotence.
He needed to dig his blackened nails into that chest and rip his heart.
Then trap whatever is left of Ajin's spirit in crystal.

It would be easy to do now.

Now that Ajin was right under him too busy kissing his clavicles.

But Ajin reaches upwards and caresses the scars on Tul's face. Traces them feather light as if they were beautiful and not grotesque.

Ajin looks up at Tul and for a moment, all that bravado and lust showed a glimmer of something more.

Something Tul has thought of for centuries but could not give voice to.

They are evil.
They are monsters.
These are feelings they are not allowed.

Tul needed to destroy Ajin.

But tonight destruction will take a different form.

Their fingers find each other's entrances and tangle in each other's hair.

Their tongues dance and their mouths suck and their lips swell.

They hiss and they growl.
They shout each other's names.

They fill each other's throats and their wants run down each other's legs.

They are both begging and demanding.

Both pushing the limits of their very mortal vessels.

- - -

It is almost light out when Tul stirs from slumber. He glances at the demon beside him and he marvels at how much he looks like an angel instead.

"We will meet again," he whispers to the sleeping man. "It is fated that we cross paths."

Ajin stirs.

Tul kisses those cherry lips.

And disappears.

Next time, next time
he will kill him.

He will.

He will.

Author's Note PS:
I started writing this in the afternoon and had time to finish it just now.

I hope you enjoyed it. 😊 Happy weekend!