[ Depending on the gem one was bonded with, ferality can mean some poor choices are made. Nier would regret doing anyone any harm, but it would be a guilt he wouldn't carry for long -- it can't be helped is par for the course from his dying world. People were used and used by others, were killed or killed others. Life here is soft and pleasant by comparison.
Rolling his shoulders back, his wings creak and the air hisses around the molten veins that run through them, glowing with heat. He turns to the sound of Ryuu's voice, his black eyes fixing a fiery points of his pupils on the idol.
He had tracked him here, his attention arrested by the flight of a sapphire gembonded as he rushed to the studio. Lacking flight, he couldn't beat him there, but he certainly was able to catch up. To corner. The demon-twisted Nier turns and lowers his center of gravity in one smooth movement, coiling like a spring before he lunges for him.
Ryuu is an attractive prey, a catch worthy of aggressive pursuit. He can only think of how much he craves to sink his teeth into him, to touch him. He doesn't even know his name, but he can't think of anything he wants more than to Sync.
That swiftly approaching demon is definitely not Gaku. ]
[ eyes like that pin him where he stands. by the time his instincts provide him with the revelation that this is definitely not gaku, it's too late. in this room with a single expanse of floor, wall to wall mirrors, and one door - there was never an escape at all. an untransformed sapphire is no match for the brute strength of a ruby at its most conflagrant, and ryuu barely has the time to gasp his surprise aloud before he's colliding with the wooden floor in a crack of limb and bone that makes him see stars. the pain is stunning, and the sheer heat is even moreso; ryuu's awareness struggles to catch up with what's just happened but his body is already on alert. adrenaline floods his veins, he hears his blood pump in his own ears. at the small of his back, his sapphire flares in response to this person's physical need to sync with him, trying to bolster him, to dull his pain.
eyes fluttering open and chest heaving a shaking breath, ryuu flexes in the grip of this stranger, his unfamiliar manna clamoring through his body. he feels... exposed, but he doesn't think to fight. he's pinned, left to gape at the wingspan arcing above him, those fiery eyes. he swallows hard. ]
Who...? [ or rather - ] Is - is it your ruby doing this to you?!
[ fighting back isn't his first instinct, trying to understand is. ]
[ Driven by a craving for Manna, the demon bearing down on him. He traps him to the floor soon after he crumples to it, a hand on his throat. Not choking, but holding. It may not be immediately apparent given his transformation, but he's extremely naked. The clothes he was wearing never survived the process of his changing and what scraps that remained had fallen off hours ago. ]
Man...na...
[ The demon growls the words as if it takes physical effort to form them and fire them out of his reluctant throat. Battling against the desire to hunt and overpower, there's a part of him that doesn't want to harm this innocent man. Perhaps he's reached some shred of humanity by voicing concern where he would have been fully justified in reacting with fear or anger. The sharp points of his fingers lessen their grip, no longer threatening to tear into him, but he traces the tip of his thumb across his trembling pulse and feels his life giving it's frightened flutter. ]
...
[ Then again, it could be the man's beauty that inspires a change. Rather than trying to sate his bloodthirst with violence, the heated furnace glowing from the blown-out pupils of his black eyes roam over that chest that rises and falls so prettily, the tremor in his lip betraying fear that stirs his hunter's heart. ]
You're... beautiful. [ He rumbles, his voice low. ]
[ it takes his body a few long, tense moments to catch up with what his emotions are telling him. what he's sensing, through the dark wash of synchrony that the touch is affording him. there is something that races so much deeper, an inky black expanse of desire pulsing with veins of fire... he only needs to peel back the delirious haze that shrouds it to find what's beneath. ryuu could be scared of it. he is a little scared of it, swallowing hard beneath the hand clutched to his trembling throat, knowing well what a single squeeze could do.
but if this man had simply wanted to take what he so desperately needed, if he wanted to harm him, he could surely just do so. instead, the brief empathic reprieve of knowing he doesn't want to hurt him, the sincere compliment that seems to drift from his chest only to be shredded by his teeth -
ryuu sympathizes. he remembers when sanguis ran wild in his blood, giving him the same exact painful desires to rend flesh, to turn coveting into owning.
with his sapphire making his emotions churn like troubled waters, ryuu remembers to breathe, the sound of it fluttering in his lungs as his gaze drifts upwards. he blinks once, twice, the soft gold of his eyes searching for who might be in there, overrun by the influence of the ruby. ryuu twists some, feeling out the solid body above him and realizing far too late how naked it is where it crushes into him - strong knees and thighs, the outline of an equally transformed cock between them. ]
It's okay. [ tentatively, his arms lift, hands coming to rest on his forearm where the strength of it still threatens to bear down on his throat. ] I can give you manna.
[ The claw-tipped hand rakes down his body gently but greedily, feeling Ryuu's body through his clothes. Had Nier been of a clear mind, he wouldn't have accepted such flimsy permission. Manna can be given in any manner of ways, none of them this violently greedy. His body heat is borderline oppressive as he draws closer, briefly abated by a flap of his vestigal wings. The veins in his leathery wings glow a brighter orange as the furnace inside him burns to show his interest.
He paws at him, his clawed hands laying claim to his prize and thrilling in the shuddering breath Ryuu takes. Hauling him around, he forces Ryuu into a prone position -- half facing the floor and partially turned to the side. Vulnerable, trapped, he pushes a hand up his shirt, exposing the large expanse of Ryuu's back to his shoulder blades. Something hot and wet slides up the furrow of his back as he tastes the salt of his skin.
He tastes good, smells good. He growls approvingly, nuzzling the back of his neck and nosing into his hair. His hands crawl over his body, one squeezing the soft swell of pectoral muscle, the other roaming down his stomach the pointed tips of his claws prickling their way down. Reaching towards his waistline, he seems to show no signs of diverting his touch, wanting to feel up his sex and inspire lust in the idol. At the same time, he fits his now engorged cock, black with ridges and scales, between his thighs. Like the rest of his enlarged body, it's transformed into a demonic monstrosity, muscular and casting off a heat that bleeds through his clothes. But the sensation frustrates him further, an insufficient stimulation when he craves raw flesh and to wring out pleasure from his prey. ]
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Rolling his shoulders back, his wings creak and the air hisses around the molten veins that run through them, glowing with heat. He turns to the sound of Ryuu's voice, his black eyes fixing a fiery points of his pupils on the idol.
He had tracked him here, his attention arrested by the flight of a sapphire gembonded as he rushed to the studio. Lacking flight, he couldn't beat him there, but he certainly was able to catch up. To corner. The demon-twisted Nier turns and lowers his center of gravity in one smooth movement, coiling like a spring before he lunges for him.
Ryuu is an attractive prey, a catch worthy of aggressive pursuit. He can only think of how much he craves to sink his teeth into him, to touch him. He doesn't even know his name, but he can't think of anything he wants more than to Sync.
That swiftly approaching demon is definitely not Gaku. ]
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eyes fluttering open and chest heaving a shaking breath, ryuu flexes in the grip of this stranger, his unfamiliar manna clamoring through his body. he feels... exposed, but he doesn't think to fight. he's pinned, left to gape at the wingspan arcing above him, those fiery eyes. he swallows hard. ]
Who...? [ or rather - ] Is - is it your ruby doing this to you?!
[ fighting back isn't his first instinct, trying to understand is. ]
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Man...na...
[ The demon growls the words as if it takes physical effort to form them and fire them out of his reluctant throat. Battling against the desire to hunt and overpower, there's a part of him that doesn't want to harm this innocent man. Perhaps he's reached some shred of humanity by voicing concern where he would have been fully justified in reacting with fear or anger. The sharp points of his fingers lessen their grip, no longer threatening to tear into him, but he traces the tip of his thumb across his trembling pulse and feels his life giving it's frightened flutter. ]
...
[ Then again, it could be the man's beauty that inspires a change. Rather than trying to sate his bloodthirst with violence, the heated furnace glowing from the blown-out pupils of his black eyes roam over that chest that rises and falls so prettily, the tremor in his lip betraying fear that stirs his hunter's heart. ]
You're... beautiful. [ He rumbles, his voice low. ]
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but if this man had simply wanted to take what he so desperately needed, if he wanted to harm him, he could surely just do so. instead, the brief empathic reprieve of knowing he doesn't want to hurt him, the sincere compliment that seems to drift from his chest only to be shredded by his teeth -
ryuu sympathizes. he remembers when sanguis ran wild in his blood, giving him the same exact painful desires to rend flesh, to turn coveting into owning.
with his sapphire making his emotions churn like troubled waters, ryuu remembers to breathe, the sound of it fluttering in his lungs as his gaze drifts upwards. he blinks once, twice, the soft gold of his eyes searching for who might be in there, overrun by the influence of the ruby. ryuu twists some, feeling out the solid body above him and realizing far too late how naked it is where it crushes into him - strong knees and thighs, the outline of an equally transformed cock between them. ]
It's okay. [ tentatively, his arms lift, hands coming to rest on his forearm where the strength of it still threatens to bear down on his throat. ] I can give you manna.
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He paws at him, his clawed hands laying claim to his prize and thrilling in the shuddering breath Ryuu takes. Hauling him around, he forces Ryuu into a prone position -- half facing the floor and partially turned to the side. Vulnerable, trapped, he pushes a hand up his shirt, exposing the large expanse of Ryuu's back to his shoulder blades. Something hot and wet slides up the furrow of his back as he tastes the salt of his skin.
He tastes good, smells good. He growls approvingly, nuzzling the back of his neck and nosing into his hair. His hands crawl over his body, one squeezing the soft swell of pectoral muscle, the other roaming down his stomach the pointed tips of his claws prickling their way down. Reaching towards his waistline, he seems to show no signs of diverting his touch, wanting to feel up his sex and inspire lust in the idol. At the same time, he fits his now engorged cock, black with ridges and scales, between his thighs. Like the rest of his enlarged body, it's transformed into a demonic monstrosity, muscular and casting off a heat that bleeds through his clothes. But the sensation frustrates him further, an insufficient stimulation when he craves raw flesh and to wring out pleasure from his prey. ]