Douma's pov.

I want to be as clear as possible. My heart aches thinking I'll have to hurt my Akaza-dono's feelings or even worse. But I have to find a way to open his eyes. He loves me, I know it, but he buried his feelings into a sea of hate. And I'm hurt, I feel like crying, but I won't. Crying won't help me and Akaza get together. Instead, I have another plan. He may not like it...but in the end, he will be the one admitting his love towards me...

No one's pov. 

After that incident, Douma hadn't talked to Akaza. At first, the pinklette was confused. He thought Douma was just mad, and that he will get over it soon. However, things haven't gone as he thought. The blonde was back to his usual carefree and cheerful behavior, but only with the other members of the Twelve Kizuki. With everyone, except him.  That annoyed the smaller demon, but didn't let his anger show up. 

,,It's ok like this, Akaza! You're the one who rejected him, so why are you sad about him? Why are you feeling hurt from not getting his attention. Why do you care so much for that bastard? You should be thinking about you fiancee!  She's you're one true love, isn't she?"

Akaza's subconsciousness was bursting in again.

,,Yeah, but...she's dead. Douma is alive. And I love him. I love him! I LOVE HIM!"

,,You don't. You love Koyuki."

Akaza slammed the wall forcefully. The fight between his emotions felt like it would never end, the painful opposite feelings that were bumping into each other. It felt impossible to comprehend. He needed to talk to someone. And he knew the perfect person...

*at Nakime's room*

,,...so...that's the story..."

Nakime listened carefully what Akaza had to say. She didn't interrupt her superior, not even once.  She just listened, every word he had to say. 

,,You know, Akaza, that continuing to live like this will drive you crazy, and eventually lead you to more dangerous things, like suicide. "

,,Than what in the world should I do?!"

Nakime paused a little.

,,Inside you, there is a fight between two wolfs. One of them is an idiot, the other one is also an idiot.  You are an IDIOT! If you just love him, then confess your feelings! I know you have a really high level of affection for that woman, but thinking about her and remembering her image will only cause you more suffering. She is dead, Upper Three. Your tears and memories won't bring her back. If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate to tell Douma my emotions. You'll feel released. This way, you'll feel your mind at peace."

Akaza was shocked by what his subordinate was saying. It seemed to be true though...but one thing remained unclear. 

,,If what you're saying it's true, then why don't you just confess to Kokushibo. Literally everybody knows about your relationship, so why don't you just admit it?"

Nakime smiled shyly. 

,,It's much more...romantic this way...don't you think? I mean, acting like lovebirds reminds me of my teenage years. I just want everything to...be like this forever. I like things just the way they are. Of course, I'll tell Koku just what I feel, when I'll consider what the right time is. Nooow, if you wanna do as I said, I'll tell you where Douma is right now...

*at the pub, Tokyo*_*Douma's pov*

It's fun chilling with other guys and girls here. Hehe, maybe it's embarrassing that the place is actually a strip club, but, everyone has it's somewhat, innocent satisfactions. I kept looking at the girls dancing. They were so beautiful, thick and...big. I felt myself getting hard by every moment passing. Looking at them made my mouth water. In that place, no one knew I was a cult leader, so I could enjoy my time there without being attacked with prayers. I wore a nice suit, exposing my chest, because, after all, I was pretty attractive. 

One blonde girl, just like me, kept looking at my abs and my face for a little while. It was obvious she was pretty attracted to me, and to be honest, I liked her too. Her huge breasts were mind blowing. 

I think she noticed I was staring at her. I looked away, embarrassed by my actions, but she wasn't mad. In fact, she came closer to me, and whispered to my ear. 

,,Wanna go on a private session, pretty man~? I know what you want, you dirty blondie~"

My heart fluttered with excitement. I was also pretty drunk...well...actually extremely drunk. Hearing her soft, naughty voice, I was driven crazy. In fact, I wanted to take things even further...

,,How about a public session?~"

Her face turned blank, but didn't say a word. I was afraid I disgusted her, but that wasn't the case. She leaned in, and forcefully put her tongue inside my mouth. We kissed aggressively, slamming my lips onto hers, while everyone was watching. I didn't care, and neither did she. I felt like ripping her mouth out, but she wasn't a demon, so, it seemed like I couldn't do that for now. 

The girl didn't stop there. Slowly, and roughly, she placed her hands on my pants, and after to my crotch. I felt like going crazy of excitement. 

,,You're so hard from this...let me take care of you now"

The crowd was shocked at what they heard. Some guys from the area, on the other hand, wanted to see the rest of the show. They kept yelling, encouraging the girl to do her job.

,,THAT'S RIGHT, FINISH THAT BITCH OFF!"

I didn't say anything. Slowly, and carefully, I took of my belt. I had never done this before, and my hands were shaking a little. Maybe because I was only driven by my sexual desire, and not my feelings. 

The girl bit her lips, getting more and more impatient. She ended up taking away my pants, leaving me completely naked. She sit on top of me, while the crowd kept yelling and laughing. 

I let out my first moan, while pleasure bursted into my body. The girl kept pounding, moaning loudly enough to be considered screaming. She was going to an unusual fast speed, and I wasn't used to it. So I kept moaning, moaning and cursing over this girl whom I didn't know.  I grabbed her tights, making her bounce faster. I even digged my long and sharp nails into her flesh. She liked it, since she was a big, fat, masochist. 

Everything kept going, time wasn't relevant, I was in an time loop, an infinite pleasure that felt wrong, and yet, I didn't stop from doin it. I felt like I was on all the drugs in the world...

...

...until,  I heard someone's voice. A familiar voice.

,,Douma..."

*No one's pov.*

Akaza was staring speechless for the past five minutes at what was happening. Douma forcefully pulled the girl away from him, then quickly pulled up his pants.

,,Akaza-dono! Wait!"

,,No...get away..."

And with that, the pinklette ran away, tears flooding from his eyes. Meanwhile, Douma got angry. So, so angry. The girl started harassing him just at the wrong time.

,,Why the hell did you stop?! What, are you now perhaps...embarrassed?"

Every single cell of Douma's body was boiling. Boiling with an anger stronger thank any attack in this world. Before anyone could react, blood spread everywhere. 

Not a single person from that pub managed to escape alive...

*back to Akaza*

,,What did I just see?! Why, why did this have to happen?! OH, GOD!!!"

The pinklette kept crying, choking on his sweet tears. He felt betrayed, he felt like nothing mattered anymore in that cruel world. What had he done wrong? He was indeed a demon, but...did he deserve all that? He would even accept to be beaten un by Muzan for hundreds of years straight, only to forget what he had seen. 

However, he didn't have time to keep running, as someone's hand pulled him aside, tossing him to the ground. 

,,Get away! I SAID GET AWAY, YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER!"

,,No...until you'll let me explain..."

,,NO! Get back with that girl and leave me alone. I don't even care anyways!"

But from his behavior and shaky voice, it was clear that he didn't. 

,,Akaza-dono..."

Douma's throat felt sore, he couldn't even speak anymore. With a strong movement, he slammed his lips against Akaza's swirling his tongue around his. It felt hundreds of times better than that girl's. Akaza tried getting away, but couldn't. Soon, the lack of air corrupted both males. Akaza felt his lungs running out of oxygen. Douma, however, wouldn't stop. He needed his subordinate's touch more than anything, he was going crazy if he wouldn't get it. 

Still, he pulled away, only when his lungs begged for air. 

,,I love you, Akaza-dono! I really do!!!"

That sentence pissed Akaza even more.

,,You think I can't just go up to someone and fuck the life out of him?! Do you know how easy it would be??? Is this your way of showing me your so-called ,,love"?

At that point, he was crying even harder. Douma went closer to his ear whispering:

,,Didn't I told you you'll regret what you did to me? Suffer with me, Akaza. It would have been much more easier if you would have just...admitted it."

Silence. None of them said anything. 

Douma was the one who broke it, saying in a soft, sad voice. 

,,Tomorrow, Master Muzan and us have a meeting. See you then, Upper Three..."

It was the first time when ,Akaza-dono", the nickname, hadn't been used. 

1570 words.

I'm sooo sorry for not updating for so long. But I've just started 8th grade, and I have an exam to take, and y'know, I have to study a little more :)

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Ps: Next chapter will be half smut🤭