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The crippling weight of winter was upon the town of Haven. Jo traversed the woods, the crunch of snow under his boots. His pistol at his side, his grandmother had sent Jo out to find out what was killing their livestock.

They had foxes, raccoons, coyotes but none had ever harmed their animals. So they assumed it had to be something else. Maybe a larger predator.

Jo looked around the woods, trees were bare. Leaves having fallen months prior. He pushed his glasses up. The cold making his breathe exposed in the air.

The cold bit at his skin, stinging with pain. He would have to return shortly and try again later if he couldnt find the animal that had been killing their animals.

His fingers felt numb as he traversed the woods. The sun had begun to set, yet another reason why he needed to leave soon. He needed to return home and start a fire. The bitter cold would surely take them out if Jo didnt.

A noise in the distance draw his attention. Jo aimed his weapon  to where the noise had been. He saw something in the white snow. It stuck out terribly.

A crimson staining the pure white color.

Jo kept his loaded gun aimed as he followed the trail. The deep red was a grim sign in the woods. Something wasnt right. Jo could feel it in the air, something was wrong. The bitter cold made his spine chilling feeling worse. The snow would make it harder to flee if he needed to do so.

Jo was bewildered by what he saw.

He had never ever imagine a scene so grim.

He saw a small man knelt in the snow. Blood surrounded him. But not his own. No, instead his hands dripped with the blood. A small deer laid in front of him.

The deer was deceased.

Jo breathed out a shaky breathe unaware he had been holding it the whole time.

The person turned to face him hearing his breathe.  Jo steadied his gun.

The guy slowly stood.

Jo was amazed by the man.

White hair that closely resembled the snow cascading over his forehead and falling into his eyes. His skin was paler than anything he had ever seen before. His lips a deep pink color and stained with the red blood. The man looked like stone that ethereal he was. The mans eyes stared at Jo with striking grey eyes. Ears adorned with silver jewlerly. He looked so human but not at all, resemblance closing to a statue.

His clothes were grey and tattered. Worn. Silver chains the jacket he wore had been cut and was covered in debris. Jo couldn't fathom how someone so flawless looking wore such dirty clothes but his self was clean. Besides the blood that dripped from his fingers and the blood on his lips, the man was pirstinely clean. Just his clothes looked like they had been through hell.

Jo couldnt believe what he was seeing. Why was a man out in the cold... presumably consuming blood of a passed away deer.

Jo was scared as he continued to point the gun. He couldnt tell if he was shivering from the cold or the fear the man was striking into his heart. His grip was firm regardless of his nerves.

The man took one step forward towards Jo.

"Hold! Dont make another move! Ill shoot!" Jo shouted.

The man listened.

He smirked lightly, looking cynical.

"I fear im the least of your concerns at the moment." Yuma pointed behind Jo.

Jo had a moments notice before he was thrown to the snowy forest floor.

He felt a sharp pain in his arm and his gun fell into the snow. He let out a shrill noise as the pain radited throughout his body.

A large wolf had tackled Jo to the ground and had a hold of his arm, clamping down on it. Jo tried to reach for his gun. The wolf thrashed and Jo let out an ear piercing scream.

He felt sick. The pain was immense.

Then the clamping feeling on his arm released. Jo heard the wolf left out a large yelp of pain. Jo quickly scrambled back grabbing his gun finally. The snow now covered in his own blood.

Jo saw the man tackle the wolf in the snow and Jo was frozen as he watched the man bite into the wolf. The wolf struggled as he dug his teeth into the animal. The scratches the beast left on the man seemed to not effect him at all. The wolf scratched the delicate looking face of the white haired man. Not even a flinch.

Blood ran from the mans face, similar to the snow it contrasted his pale complexion. 

The wolf slowly weakened until it stopped fighting back.

The man pulled his face away breathing hard Jo could see large canines protruding from his mouth. Blood coated his white teeth. Jo saw his ran his tongue slowly over his teeth. Savoring the taste. He then wiped the small little dribble that ran down his chin. Staining the already dirty clothes he wore.

The man then looked back over to Jo. Jo grabbed the gun again and aimed it at the monster in front of him.

"Stay back!" He shouted.

"Go ahead shoot me... you wont like the outcome." He grinned almost laughing at Jo.

The man stalked over towards him. Those grey eyes penetrated Jo's soul. Before Jo could react the man grabbed ahold of his bleeding arm.

Jo raised his gun but the creature was too fast as it ripped it out of Jo's hand and tossed it aside.

Jo watched frozen in fear as he lowered his mouth to Jo's arm. Before Jo knew it the man slid his tongue over the bleeding wound. Jo hissed in pain as he watched the slow lick.

He made a face of pleasure as he swallow saliva and the desirous taste of Jo's blood. Jo was so scared but couldnt deny the insane attraction he felt as he made the face. He was too perfect.

Jo then watched as the wound on his face slowly was healing. Far faster than even logical. Before he knew it, the wound was gone.

Jo couldnt believe the man was real.

"Are you an angel?" Jo muttered as his freezing fingers ran over the even colder skin of the man in front of him.

"Quite the opposite." He smiled at Jo.

Jo was breathing hard as he stared into the grey eyes. The cold was eating at him so fast but he had been so distracted to notice.

But another thing was getting to him.

Bloodloss.

He felt lighthead.

But Jo didnt know if he was safe to run away from the murderous thing that had lowered to taste Jo again. Jo felt the tongue lap at the wound once more.

Then he looked into the brown eyes.

"W-what are you?" Jo asked, stuttering, freezing and scared.

"A nightmare..." he laughed at Jo. "Tell me your name."

Jo didnt know why but he offered it up. "Jo."

He smiled. "Zo."

"Jo."

"Jo." He repeated.

"Y-yours?" Jo asked.

"Why aren't you scared of me? Aren't you going to run the moment I let go of your arm?" He laughed.

"I-i..." jo didnt have an answer.

"Yuma."

Then the man let go of Jo and stood.

"Fate is a cruel mistress. I hope fate favors you on your journey through the dark cold." Yuma smiled as he begun to walk away from Jo.

Jo was shocked.... he wasnt going to die...well die by Yuma at least.

Jo quickly grabbed his gun and hissed as he stood. His arm was bleeding so badly. He felt the blood rolling down his arm underneath his jacket. He could see the blood dripping onto the snow. The snow that once had looked so beautiful now scarred with his pain.

Jo begun to try to walk home. His head hurt, he felt dizzy.  Jo leaned against trees as he stumbled his way back to his cabin. He wasnt close enough to call out for his grandmother's house. The dark night was closing in. He needed to get a fire going. If he didnt his grandmother would suffer.

Jo couldnt continue however. His world tilted and he stumbled into the snow. He laid there in the snow as new flakes fell onto his face. The cold was crippling and the blood loss was halting him from escaping it.

He could hardly keep his eyes open.

Yuma didnt kill him.

But the cold would.

How cruel.

He understood what he had meant now.

Fate had not been kind to him.

---

Jo eyes cracked open. He felt off.

He felt warm. He shouldn't feel warm. He had fallen outside in the snow.

He opened his eyes more as saw the top of his cabin. The light from a fire crackling beside him illuminated the ceiling. He was confused.

Had he dreamt the whole thing?

No he felt the pain in his arm. And it was too vivid in his mind to be a dream.

Jo groaned as he sat up. He was on the floor in front of the fireplace with a blanket over him. He also was in fresh clothes. He hadn't changed into the clothes, he knew that for sure.

Had his grandmother found him? Would she have been able to drag him all this way here?

Jo rolled his sleeves up to look at his wound but it had been bandaged up. And pretty well bandaged.

Jo looked around. He didnt see anyone.

Jo slowly rose to his feet. Hissing as he was so sore. Jo was surprised he honestly wasnt in worse condition. He had been thrown to the ground by a wolf and... Yuma didnt hurt him... so he was just attacked by the wolf.

Jo made his way over to his grandmother's room. He peeked in. She was sleeping peacefully. He breathed out and decided he would go to his own bed. Sleep off all this pain and hurt.

Jo opened his bedroom door and it seemed too dark inside of it. Jo he clicked on his oil lamp to illuminate the small room.

Empty.

But there was something off. The smell of iron was a bit too strong in here as well as his window was left unlocked. Jo rushed over to lock it. He knew now what things could live out in those woods. He drew his curtains over the window to block out the horrifying night.

If he could he wouldve left his oil burner aflame all night but he knew it would shortly run out of oil. He flicked it off before sliding into his bed. Hoping that he could sleep peacefully... but also trying to figure out how he made the journey home and didn't remember.

---
Jo had to go back out into the woods.

His grandmother had let out a shrill scream the next morning. A bunny was deceased in the yard. When Jo ran up to see it... he examined it. Two puncture wounds.

Yuma.

Had that meant Yuma was killing all their livestock?

Jo back then had only buried the animals he had never looked at their wounds because... he didnt know what to look for now he did.

Jo knew he needed to kill the demon that haunted their cabin. It was just hard to come to terms with because of how human he had appeared.

Jo swapped out his bandage on his arm and finally saw... somebody had stitched the wound closed... his grandmother had shaky hands no way she would have been able to do so. Who did this? Had he really done this himself and not recalled?

Jo couldn't think about that now as he continued to layer himself up to go back out into the chilling cold woods. He would go this tiem during the day. This way he had more time to look and hopefully so he could make it home quickly in the daylight and not have a situation like before.

His shoes made the familiar crunch as he stepped into the snow covered woods. He would be a liar if he said he wasnt terrified. Jo had felt like he had hardly survived the last encounter with whatever Yuma was.

A demon?

The devil?

Fallen angel?

He wasnt human that's for sure.

Jo tried to remember where he had found Yuma before but the problem was the woods looked the same. No clear identifying indications of where he was.

The daylight provided little comfort knowing what beasts lived out here. Every crunch of the snow made him paranoid. He would swing around with his gun trying to figure out if it was his own shoes or something following him.

Jo held his gun tight, he wouldn't be scared this time. He knew he wouldn't be scared because if he didnt take care of the problem... his grandmother and him would surely lose the rest of their animals and that would ruin them. They would lose their only income and their source of food.

Maybe an hour of walking had passed when Jo had decided maybe he should turn back. He wasnt getting any closer to finding Yuma. And his body was getting colder, he was scared if he didnt start the walk back now he would lose what little energy he had left for the trek back home.

Jo turned to see something possibly worse than Yuma again.

He drew his pistol.

Three wolves.

Three.

All making their way towards Jo, similar to Yuma they stalked him like prey. Jo cocked his pistol at them. Before they could get any closer he fired. Taking one of them out but the other two charged at him.

Jo prepared himself to be hit by them, closing his eyes. It wouldve taken far too long to cock his gun.

However the pain he expected to be inflicted never came. However he heard fighting.

Jo opened his eyes.

Yuma.

Yuma was fighting the wolves. He bit down on one of their necks and kicked the other back with his leg. The wolves yelped and growled.

Jo quickly drew his pistol, cocking it once more and shot the one Yuma wasnt biting. It fell over into the snow. Jo turned to Yuma who was draining the life slowly out of the other wolf. Jo waited until Yuma pulled away and he pointed his gun at Yuma.

Yuma looked at him, Yuma was breathing hard. He... he didnt look well.

Jo watched as he collapsed into the snow. His fair skin and white hair matched the snow in a cruel way. Like he was meant to lay there. Yet color remained, the red. Symbolizing the inhuman features of him.

That didnt matter to Jo now. He didnt care if he was a demon. Not when he looked at Jo with those grey eyes.

"Yuma?!" Jo yelled rushing to the side of the demon who he was so scared of...but now seemed so human.

Even with blood all over his lips he looked so human now. Jo scanned over his body he didn't see any wounds. He never even saw the wolves land a hit or bite on him.

"Whats wrong?" Jo asked.

Jo watched as Yuma shakily pointed up. Jo was confused at first until he followed his finger directly.

"The sun?" Jo questioned.

Yuma nodded.

Jo quickly took his large coat off. Exposing his skin to the cold. He wasnt thinking straight he knew that. But he did it anyways. He placed his large coat over Yuma, covering any skin that saw the suns gaze. Jo then picked up the limp body of the demon.

Yuma fell limp immediately his arms and legs dangling as Jo held him close to his own body. Yuma was extremely cold to the touch. He didnt know if it was the bitter winter or if his statue like skin was just cold in general. He was so light and weak.

Jo couldnt believe he was doing this. He was bringing the thing that was threatening his livelihood home.

However that knowledge didnt stop him as he continued to walk towards his home.

Jo had humanity even if the person in his arms didnt. He did. He couldnt stand by and watch something that saved his life twice die in the cold snow.

The snowflakes landed on Jo's coat that covered Yuma. 

Jo felt like he was carrying the dead.

Maybe he was.

Maybe because Yuma wasnt human.

---

Jo watched for his grandmother as he snuck the demon into their house. She wouldve scolded Jo for bringing something so unholy into her home.

She didnt need to know Yuma existed. He would only allow Yuma to stay until the sun began to set. He knew Yuma could be out in the open as the sun sets in the sky. Jo laid Yuma down on his bedroom floor and rushed to his curtains. He drew them, hiding the sunlight from the creature who seemed to be weakened by it cruel rays.

Jo turned and thought Yuma would move but he wasnt.

Jo removed his coat from the body to see Yuma in a comatose state. Jo kneeled down... he wanted to kill Yuma hours ago why was he suddenly feeling so conflicted about such a thing now?

Jo touched his fingers to the pulse of Yuma's neck.

Faint.

He really in a comatose like state.

Jo was going to leave Yuma there until he woke up but Jo's heart was too pure. He couldnt stand the idea of leaving anyone to suffer so terribly.

Maybe he showed the demon kindness he would return that kindness in sparing Jo and his grandmother.

Jo unzipped Yuma's hoodie, he slowly moved Yuma's body. Stripping him off the ruined clothes. They were soaked in the cold melted snow. He didnt know if something like Yuma could get sick but in his right mind he could bare with the thought of letting...him... get sick.

He know he was foolish.

He knew he was writing his own death certificate ever moment he spent touching the monster and allowing the thing such free access to him.

Jo should kill him.

Jo shouldve left him to die in the woods.

But he was saved by the demon.

That's how selling your soul worked.

Jo looked up to the cross above his bed.

His grandmother had hung it there years ago.

He knew what he was doing was surely going to ruin his chances getting into heaven...but looking at the man made him think blasphemous thoughts.

If he was supposed to let Yuma die to get into heaven maybe he didnt want to get in.

Jo tossed the jacket aside leaving him a grey shirt that was also drenched in the freezing wet cold. Jo pulled Yuma up and held his body close as he pulled Yuma's shirt over his head.

Jo cursed to himself.

As he put the shirt aside, laying him back on the floor, he looked at him.

This is how sinners were born for sure.

Jo looked to the cross.

Forgive me.

The devil is winning.

Jo looked to Yuma.

The most attractive thing he had seen in his mortal life.

Jo traced his fingers along his body. His fingertips enchanted by the skin of his body. Jo was amazed he had never seen some thing with such ethereal beauty before. Every detail of the monster was perfect.

Jo had to move on or he would surely fall into hell.

If he hadn't already. If he already hadn't cursed himself to eternity of damnation but finding the demon so attractive.

For saving it.

Jo's fingers that traced his skin slowly traced over the skin lower and lower towards Yuma's pants.

Jo's fingers danced along the pelvic bone that was exposed.

Jo took a deep breathe.

The first one he had taken since stripping him of his shirt.

Jo grasped ahold of his sanity as he finally grasped the button of the pants Yuma wore.

He clicked it loose.

Yuma shot up in a second and was on Jo.

He looked down at Jo with those grey eyes that made Jo so weak.

Yuma looked down at him.

"What do you think your doing human?" Yuma asked, his voice full of the venom that he expected a creature like Yuma to have.

"C-changing... your wet clothes." Jo gulped.

Yuma scoffed. "You needed to trace your dirty little fingers above my pants for that long to take my pants off?"

"I-i..." Jo did that, he couldnt deny facts. "I didnt mean to be perverted."

Yuma smirked, "didnt you? Dont I make it so easy to sin?"

Jo swallowed hard once more. "I-i... i can give you clothes to change into."

"Dont bother. I know where they are." Yuma stood off of Jo.

Jo propped himself up on his elbows as he watched Yuma gracefully traverse his bedroom to the chest of drawers where his clothing belonged.

"H-how?" Jo questioned shocked.

"Do you think you ended up here last night perfectly dressed by yourself? Who clean your wound for you?" Yuma laughed as he dug through Jo's dresser.

"Why?"

Yuma looked at him with a devious grin. "Why not?"

"Why not just kill me now? Why play with me like this?" Jo asked.

Yuma slowly walked back over to Jo, like he had before. Yuma slowly lowered back on top of Jo. Yuma grabbed Jo's neck as Jo watched every little movement Yuma made.

Yuma pulled Jo closer, his tongue traced over Jo's pulse point on his neck. Jo shivered... but couldnt deny the enjoyment he felt from it. Yuma seemed to savor the salty taste of Jo's skin. Jo watched his satisfied face as he pulled away from Jo's shivering flesh.

Yuma looked at Jo, those grey eyes leaving him wordless once more.

"Maybe i want more than to kill you." Yuma smirked.

"W-what?" Jo asked.

"You."

Jo was breathless.

Yuma couldnt help but continue to smirk. His hands begun to travel Jo's body.

"You know even i have urges more than just killing..." yuma whsipered into Jo's ear. "Would you allow me to? Would you let me poison your soul?"

Jo closed his eyes.

He nodded.

Yuma smirked as he continued to let his hands fall down on Jo's body. Yuma lifted his shirt, Jo helped Yuma take it off.

Yuma's freezing fingertips ran down Jo's bare body.

"I knew i wanted to corrupt you the moment I saw your look when you saw me." Yuma whispered.

"Even then I could see the sins you committed againist me in those soft eyes. Yet you had the audacity to sleep under that cross last night."

Yuma latched onto Jo's neck. His mouth sucked onto Jo's pulse point. Jo waited for Yuma to dig those canines in and end him. He knew the demon was just toying with him. Wanted to make Jo suffer before ending him.

Yuma's tongue rolled over the soft skin. Jo breathed out carefully, sounding more pathetic than ever.

Yuma smiled againist his kiss againist Jo's neck.

"Pathetic." Yuma put the words to Jo's thoughts.

Yuma pulled away and stared at Jo with those grey eyes. That smug look that stayed on Yuma's face. Jo stared back, the two coming to some sort of devils deal in their minds.

Yuma knew he was in control of Jo. Jo wouldn't fight back. Yuma could do whatever he pleased to Jo and Jo wouldnt do a damn thing.

Yuma placed his tongue at the base of his pants and traced his way up Jo's body. Jo threw his head back, enjoying this too much. He knew he was too far gone now. He knew he might as well enjoy the devils temptation as he was going to face damnation surely.

Yuma smirked seeing Jo's suffering. "I cant wait to bite into you..."

Jo's breathes were labored. He didnt know what was wrong with him. He wanted that too. He wanted to do whatever Yuma wanted.

Yuma's hands played with Jo's pants. Before releasing them, Jo lifted enough to allow Yuma to slid them down. Jo watched Yuma carefully.

Yuma looked at him and slowly rose off of him.. "I want to do it under your cross. I want your god to see who owns you now."

Jo was gone. He obeyed his new master. Yuma watched as Jo got onto his bed.  Jo laid exactly under the cross like Yuma had wanted.

Yuma got onto the bed and slowly pulled down the last piece of fabric that stood in his way of Jo. Jo sprung free as Yuma dropped his undergarment to the floor of his bedroom.

Yuma smirked at Jo. "I wonder if your semen tastes as good as your blood?"

Jo couldnt speak.

He was at a loss of words by the demon.

However as his eyes gazed up.

"Forgive me for my sins.." Jo breathed out as Yuma finally placed his lips around Jo. Devouring him inbetween those soft lips.

Yuma's tongue delicately made its way up his shaft, as if he owned it.

He did.

He owned Jo.

Jo moaned as Yuma mouth surrounded Jo's cock. Jo couldnt believe how good this felt. No wonder people fell for the devils tricks when it felt this delicious to fall.

The sound of Yuma's mouth disconnecting from his member made Jo lose his mind. Yuma let his tongue glaze over the tip of him as he continued to hold Jo's base with his hand.

Yuma's mouth engulfed Jo's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down the length of it. Jo gripped his bed, breathing hard. The pleasure that he felt was like nothing before.

Jo had pleasured himself before but this was a whole different level of pleasure. Yuma looked up at him, watching his reaction. Taking Jo in what a mess he made his human. He owned Jo now. Jo belonged to him.

Yuma tongue swirled around the tip as salty precum mixed with his saliva. Jo moaned as his tongue ran over his tip once more. The pleasure mounted in Jo's body. He didnt think he could withstand much more. He had never been in so much agonzing euphoria before.

Jo's breathes became sharp and Yuma knew what he was doing as he sped up. Moving his head up and down faster. Taking Jo in his mouth so well.

Jo gripped the bed harshly. He felt himself coming undone as he couldnt contain himself anymore. He bucked upwards into Yuma's throat as he released inside of yuma's mouth.

Jo continued to give small thrusts up into his mouth as he needed release himself. Yuma held all of Jo's seed in his mouth as he slowly pulled off of Jo's cock.

Jo watched as the demon in front of him consumed all of it. Looking satisfied with himself.

Jo watched as he retreated off of his bed. Yuma slowly pulled his pants down.

"W-what are you doing?" Jo asked nervously.

Yuma smirked and pulled down his undergarments. Exposing himself to Jo. Jo once again couldnt beleive something like Yuma existed in all of his glory.

Yuma pushed his clothes aside and climbed back on top of Jo. His eyes glanced up to the cross. Then to Jo.

"I want you to serve me now." Yuma said, bluntly. "I want to be the only thing you pray for."

Jo nodded lightly.

Once again realizing his chances at salvation were over thanks to his sinful urges towards the demon.

Yuma leaned down and for the first time placed his lips onto Jo. Jo kissed him back, tasting his own cum on Yuma's lips. Tasting the blood on Yuma's lips. Yet in some awful way Jo liked it. He was fucked. He had fallen for the demon so hard. Yuma bit his bottom lip before pulling away from the kiss.

His lips then going to Jo's neck. Planting one kiss on his pulse point. "Ill come back for you later." Yuma whispered.

Jo didnt know what that meant. Was his plan to kill Jo after?

Would that be shocking for a demon to stick to his word of cursing him?

Jo didnt have time to dwell on it as he felt Yuma take ahold of him. He watched as Yuma slowly snuck onto it. Jo watched as he tried not to throw his head back. His perverted mind yearned to see Yuma take him. The feeling of Yuma's hole was insane. It felt like what he imagined heaven felt like.

He traded one heaven for the demon's heaven of a body.

Jo watched as Yuma's  head rolled back letting a moan escape his own lips. Jo couldnt believe the insane beauty of the noise.

Jo was in love.

Yuma held onto Jo's shoulders as he finished taking Jo completely. Jo shook as he traced over Yuma's body with his eyes. He wanted to burn this image into his head forever. The most attractive thing he had ever seen in his life, was on top of him. Feeling pleasure because of him.

Jo felt exhilaration.

Jo felt overwhelming pleasure being inside of him.

Yuma slowly rolled his hips, Jo moaned in sync with Yuma as they both experienced the same pleasureful feeling.

Jo still felt so close from Yuma's earlier act but he wanted to hold it. He wanted to pleasure the demon for as long as he could. He wanted Yuma to use him forever. He wanted Yuma to take control of him forever.

Yuma moaned as he sped up his movements on top of Jo.

Yuma's eyes fell to Jo's seeing Jo watching him as he pleasured himself on Jo. Yuma smiled at him, enjoying how much the human was enjoying him.

He chose Jo.

He knew he wanted Jo from the moment he saw that glint in his eyes.

Jo was the first human who he saw have a glint of attraction towards him.

All other humans only saw him as the demon he was. A blood drinking monster but he saw that quick look of yearn in Jo's eyes.

The two continued to make eye contact until Yuma leaned down and placed his lips againist Jo's once more. The soft lips againist Jo's digging the nail in Jo's coffin even more.

Yuma then moved close to Jo's ear. "I think Im going to keep you forever..."

Yuma returned to gaze into the brown eyes. He could tell Jo was begging him for that. He could tell Jo wanted that.

Yuma sped up not being able to take the humans insane cock. It felt too good, felt too unbelievable. Yuma moaned, his whine only proving to Jo that he was in love with the demon.

Jo thrusted up accidentally into Yuma. Yuma fell foward a little, gripping Jo's shoulders tighter. Yuma looked into his eyes and Jo into his.

"I want you to ruin your last shred of humanity for me." Yuma begged.

Jo's chest felt tight, what Yuma did to him was crazy. The smooth talk of the devil made him lose his mind. He would. He would give whatever he had left to Yuma. He would sacrifice every last bit until Yuma was satisfied.

Jo's hands grabbed ahold on Yuma's hips leaving his bed. Yuma smirked at Jo, urging him to continue.

Jo started to thrust up into him. Holding Yuma in place as he slammed into the demon on top of him. The two both letting out shaky moans. Their eyes never leaving each other's. Both of them watched each other. Yearned for each other.

Their eyes never losing contact even as they both grew close to their highs. Their moans progressively getting louder. Uncontrollably louder.

Yuma threw his head back, he leaked cum all over the two of them.

Jo followed closely behind, he had been waiting for Yuma and after Yuma came his hole became tighter forcing Jo to finally release. Jo fell deeper into his pleasurable despair as he filled Yuma.

Yuma collasped onto of Jo. Jo wrapped his arms around Yuma. The two breathing heavily. Jo knew he was holding his own sin. His own corruption in his arms but he didnt care. Yuma was the only thing that mattered to him now.

Yuma felt relaxed as he closed his eyes. He had never felt what he felt now. Yuma felt for this human in a way he never thought he could. Yuma wanted the human to continue to worship him. Yuma knew he wanted to keep Jo the moment he saved his life. No normal human wouldve saved something like Yuma.

The two hardly had time to relax however.

Neither of them had realized Jo's grandmother.

She saw the demon that clung to her grandson. She saw the thing the atrocities he had just made her grandson commit.

Yuma suddenly felt something burning on his skin he let out a scream of pain. Jo's eyes widened and he tossed Yuma off of him and away from him grandmother. He pushed Yuma further on his bed. Closer to the wall, Yuma who was holding his charred flesh with his hand was crying.

Jo hid Yuma behind him. He covered himself and Yuma with the blanket in front of his grandmother.

"Grandma!" Jo shouted.

"Move Jo! You arent in your right mind!" She yelled.

Jo didnt move. He stayed in front of Yuma. Yuma looked at his grandmothers hand. She held a cross necklace in her hand. She had pressed it against Yuma's skin. Yuma shakily moved his hand and looked at his charred flesh that was struggling to heal.

Yuma had never felt such brutal pain in his life before. He was shaking as Jo hid him. Never before had he had anything scare him but this was the first thing that ever had caused him this much harm.

His grandmother then reached for the wooden cross over Jo's bed.

"Stop! Yuma didnt do anything!" Jo shouted as he tried to keep her back.

"You gave a name to the demon?! Jo how could you let yourself fall this far from faith?" His grandmother cried.

She shoved Jo aside and went to stab Yuma with the cross. Jo quickly moved back in front of Yuma. His grandmother digging the cross into his own chest.

"Jo!" Yuma yelled, his hand leaving his burning mark and holding Jo.

"Grandson..." his grandmother held Jo's knee as Jo was breathing heavily.

Yuma glared at the old woman.

Then he kissed Jo's neck, "forgive me Jo... ill make this up to you i swear."

Jo didnt know what he meant until Yuma's hand was around his grandmothers throat. Squeezing tightly.

Jo's vision kept blurring as he watched the life draining from his own grandmother.

He grabbed Yuma's arm.

Yuma let go and his grandma fell unconscious to the floor. Yuma looked back at Jo.

"Jo i love you." Yuma said as he pulled Jo closer.

Jo felt tears escaping his eyes as Yuma pulled the cross from his body. It burned Yuma's hand but he didnt care as he tossed it to the floor with a hiss.

"Y-yuma... are you...okay?" Jo asked still worried about Yuma.

"Shut up human." Yuma cried.

Yuma grabbed the back of Jo's neck to hold him still. Yuma trited to control himself as he dug his fangs into Jo's neck. Jo gasped, pleasure radiating through him from the bite. He expected it to hurt but as Yuma dug them into his flesh it felt amazing.

Yuma held Jo tight as he bit down hard on Jo. Jo then felt a burning sensation the pleasure turning to pain fast. Yuma was releasing venom into his body. Yuma cried harder knowing how much he was hurting Jo by doing this.

He was selfish. He ruined Jo's chances of making it into salvation.

And now he was ruining his last chance of dying as a normal human.

Jo slowly started to lose consciousness from the amount of pain he felt. Yuma held him tight so he wouldn't fall until Yuma finished infecting him with his vemon. Every last drop he could spare he wanted Jo to have. He needed to ensure Jo turned. He wouldn't lose the first thing that made him feel something. 

Yuma pulled his fangs out and looked at the limp body of the human he had fallen for.

They needed to hurry and leave before his grandmother gained consciousness.

Yuma stood, his legs weak from Jo. He felt Jo's seed running between his legs. He didnt care he quickly grabbed clothes from Jo's dresser and tossed them onto Jo's bed.

They needed to leave. Once he got Jo dressed he could worry about cleaning himself up. For now... Jo was all that mattered.

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Yuma looked up at the sky as he dragged Jo with a sled he found in their yard. He was weaing Jo's larger clothes on his frame and was dragging the pant legs trhogub the snow.

They had a few more hours of night. They were almost to Yuma's home.

Yuma opened his door to his small cabin. He drug the sled inside of the cabin and closed the door. Locking it.

Then he went to Jo's side.

"Jo..." yuma shook him. "Jo..."

Yuma was scared what if it didnt work. What if he didnt turn Jo? What if Jo had already died before the venom reached this heart.

Yuma leaned his head down onto his clothed chest. Tears escaping him, he couldnt help it. He had never felt such things in his immortal life and he had lost them. He had lost the one thing he had allowed himself to care even slightly about.

Then a hand snaked around him. Yuma quickly lifted his head to look at Jo.

Jo was staring him with grey eyes.

"Jo!" Yuma cried holding him tighter.

Jo smiled.

Has he died and gone to heaven?

"Yuma... is this... is this heaven?" Jo asked.

Yuma shook his head, "no... im sorry."

"Then why are you here?"

Yumas heart broke... Jo loved a monster like him that much?

That his heaven wouldve had him...

"I turned you..." yuma said softly.

Jo nodded, "like you?"

Yuma nodded. "Im sorry."

"Is my grandmother dead?" Jo asked.

Yuma shook his head. "No, I just made her pass out."

Jo nodded, "are you okay?"

Jo slowly raised Yuma's hand to look at. Red lines still visible from where he pulled the cross out of Jo's body.

"Its okay im healing?" Yuma gave a smile to Jo.

Jo smiled back. "You're so pretty."

Yuma bit his lip, "thank you... but are you... okay?"

"I feel weird." Jo replied.

"I... i know... im sorry. It'll pass... but... when you start to get hungry...let me know. You can feed from me okay?"

Jo nodded. "So i have to kill like you?"

"Not if you dont want to. I can drink from animals and humans and you can just drink through me." Yuma said, "i promise ill take care of you."

Jo nodded, "let's not worry about it... i just want you."

Jo wrapped his arms firmly around Yuma.

"You arent upset I turned you?" Yuma asked.

"No... i gave up heaven for you... of course i wanted you."

"Well i promise my eternity to you." Yuma said.

"I promise mine to you." Jo kissed Yuma's white hair.