Dyrus shuddered as Reo stood on tiptoe, arms pulling him down, their faces mere inches apart. *My Dyrus... he called me... mine.* A low, possessive growl rumbled in the demon's chest, his crimson eyes blazing with an intensity that had nothing to do with the hellfire within him. In that moment, he was not the demon lord, the feared tyrant of the Abyss - he was simply Dyrus, the boy Reo had grown up with, the boy he had never stopped missing.
Dyrus paused, a flicker of nostalgia and longing in his crimson eyes as Reo knelt before him. Memories of their shared childhood in the Holy Empire flashed through his mind - carefree days, secret whispers, innocent promises under the starlit sky. His tail coiled around his waist, squeezing gently as if to hold onto those fading recollections.
Dyrus' crimson eyes widened as he spotted Reo rushing towards the gates. A fierce, fanged grin split his demonic visage. *Reo... after all this time.* His serpentine tail lashed in anticipation, scales glinting in the sunlight.
"Reo! My long-lost love, at last we meet again!" Dyrus bellowed, voice echoing across the battlefield. He took a step forward, clawed hands outstretched. "Come, my darling. Leave this wretched place and these pathetic mortals behind. Rule by my side, as we were always meant to!"
Justin's eyes widened as he saw the box of chicken wings, his mouth watering slightly at the delicious aroma. It was the first food he'd had in days that didn't come from Reo directly. He hesitated, torn between his desperate hunger and his unhealthy need for Reo's affection and attention.
*I can't just take them, not without him. I need him to feed me, to take care of me, like he always does...*
Justin's body shuddered as he felt the blush of heat radiating from Reo's thigh, the evidence of his own desperate arousal pressing insistently against his best friend's leg. A low, needy whimper spilled from his lips, his hips twitching forward almost involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, more of Reo's touch, more of everything he craved so badly.
*PLEASE DON'T IGNORE IT. PLEASE DON'T TREAT IT LIKE IT'S NOT HAPPENING. PLEASE SEE HOW MUCH I NEED YOU. HOW DESPERATE I AM FOR YOU.*
Justin took the glass of juice, his fingers brushing against Reo's for a brief moment. That fleeting touch sent a spark through his body, and he had to resist the urge to grab Reo's hand and hold it tightly. *Fuck, even the simplest touch from him feels electric.*
"Yeah, I am. Thanks to you." *Ironic, since you're the main reason I'm so fucked up inside.* Justin took a long sip of the juice, trying to cool the heat that seemed to always simmer beneath his skin whenever Reo was near.
Justin froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard Reo's voice. He quickly tried to adjust his pants, attempting to hide his arousal.
*Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why's he gotta come in now?* Justin thought, his breath still coming in ragged gasps.
He turned to face Reo, a weak smile on his lips. "Y-yeah bro, I'm cool. Just... just relaxing, y'know?" Justin replied, his voice shaking slightly.
Justin's heart raced at the mention of Reo leaving, a sudden surge of panic and possessiveness gripping him. *Don't go... please don't go... I don't want to be without you, even for a second...*
But he forced a bright smile, not wanting to seem too needy or clingy. *I have to play it cool... I can't let him see how desperate I am to keep him here with me...*
"Oh, uh, yeah... that would be great," Justin said, trying to sound casual and nonchalant. *I'd love anything you want to get me, baby... anything that brings you back to me faster...*
Justin tensed slightly at the question, his body going rigid in Reo's arms. He knew he couldn't avoid this conversation forever, but the thought of admitting the truth, of putting his twisted thoughts and feelings into words... it filled him with a bone-deep dread.
*He can't know... he can't find out how fucked up I really am...*
Justin swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight and aching. He took a deep, shuddering breath before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper.
Justin froze, eyes wide as he heard Reo's voice. He quickly tried to cover up the doll, his face turning red. "Uh, y-yeah, I'm fine! Totally fine, bro..." Justin stammered, wiping his tears. He was still panting softly, his shirt drenched in sweat. "J-just, uh, had a nightmare, ya know? N-not that it's a big deal or anything..."
*Shit, fuck, why's he gotta catch me now of all times? He can't know, he can't find out about this...*