gil's route permanently altered my brain chemistry

Turning back toward the rest of the room, you’re pleasantly surprised. There’s a heavy mist on both sides of you—white, not purple—but the path ahead of you is clear. Bright beams of sunlight cut through the fog, reflecting off of it in a way that makes it seem almost solid. Stepping through the mist, you keep your eyes ahead of you, feeling as though you’re being watched from within it.

When you find the end of the rich, burgundy rug, you come face to face with a four poster bed. The drapes have been closed, the soft fabric shielding whoever is inside from you. Tentatively, you step towards the bed, reaching out to grasp the fabric.

You clutch it, and pull it to the side.

“Honor’s Student!” Haru beams, rocking back and forth on the bed, sitting with his legs intertwined, “Cmere cmere cmere—”

His hand shoots out and yanks you inside, the fabric falling back into place and obscuring you in darkness. You yelp and he giggles, hands trailing over the sides of your face.

“You picked me, right?” he breathes, eyes cracking open just a bit, “I was hoping you would.”

He’s still moving, body fidgeting, hands roving over your clothes and skin. You open your mouth to speak, and Haru stops his every motion just to hear you.

“I did pick you, Haru,” you confirm, “Help me out of these, please?”

He beams, shoving his hands up your shirt without a second thought. It’s up and over your head and then your bra falls to the floor and then his hands are in your pants. You almost laugh at his eagerness, but his fingers catching on your clit make the giggles catch in your throat. Then it’s his turn to chuckle, fighting with the button of your pants. He gets them open and bites the zipper, pulling it down with his teeth.

This time, you do shriek as he buries his face into your lower stomach, letting out a low moan as he ruts into the bed beneath him. Reaching out, you fumble for his hand as he mouths at you through your underwear, grey eyes open and glued to your face. He catches your hand and intertwines your fingers, pressing a sucking kiss to your clit as you whine beneath him.

“You’re so noisy!” he giggles, hooking his fingers underneath your waistband, “Care to see just how loud I can make you?”

Your hips twitch as you nod, eyes watering. He's sloppy as he makes out with your underwear, spit soaking the fabric just as much as your arousal. Haru wastes no time, pulling them down and diving in, throwing their legs over his shoulders. You wail, digging your fingers into his hair as he flicks his tongue over your clit, the heat of his mouth searing against you.

You’re sent careening into your orgasm, grinding onto his face as his hands dig into the fat of your ass, pulling you closer and closer until you’re nearly certain he can’t breathe. And yet, he tongue fucks you through it, delirious with pleasure as he moans against you, cumming in his pants as he fucks into the mattress.

You take your first breath of air after screaming your lungs out, and the drapes snap open.

You shriek and cover yourself, nearly kneeing Haru in the side of the head as you make eye contact with someone who should definitely not be there.

Shion Genkai.

It’s so silent in the room that you could hear a pin drop as his eyes rove over you. Once he’s done taking you in, his eyes flicker to Haru, dark, jealous, and dangerous.

“Why did you touch my wife?” he hisses, flicking a card between his fingers, “I ought to skin you alive.”

“Shion—” you gasp, but he doesn’t let you.

He’s on the bed in seconds, jamming his fingers so far down your throat that you choke, tears springing to your eyes. He takes pleasure in your wet retching, smiling sadistically as he wiggles them against your tongue.

“Hey, hey, hey! That’s no way to treat a lady,” Haru protests, yanking Shion’s fingers out of your throat.

“Don't touch me. You’re dirty.” Shion glares, the hand with the card holding your waist possessively, “And don’t touch my wife either. I’ll kill you.”

You hold back your coughs as best as you can, mind scrambling for an explanation. There’s only supposed to be one person per door, you thought. These rooms only had one inhabitant. That’s why there was always two separate doors—

Then it hits. You’d been such a fool.

Two separate doors.

One dark, one light.

You were caught between the moon and the sun.

“Shion, don’t kill him,” you whimper, pressing your hand against his cheek to bring his gaze back to you.

“You don’t get to talk—”

“I want your attention to be on me. I’d get jealous if you paid too much to Haru.”

Shion freezes, as if considering your proposal. He flicks the card over his fingers a few times, eyes flickering between you and Haru. Then finally rest on you and you alone, though—and that’s how you know you’ve won.

“Then shut that noisy mouth up and take it,” Shion hiss, flicking his card away.

It cuts a single lock of Haru’s hair off as it whizzes past his head, cutting through the curtain and flying off into the surrounding mist. The curtain only has a single tear—and yet, just that makes you feel more exposed.

You don’t have time to think about it, though. Shion is on you in seconds, kissing you sloppily and prodding at your entrance. He growls in satisfaction when he feels the wetness—and the lack of Haru’s cum pleases him too, you’re almost certain. He plunges inside you, wriggling his fingers relentlessly as if that will get him deeper.

“Take it, take it, you have to take it.” he grunts, “You need me. I know you do.”

You whine into the canopy as he bites down on your neck—it hurts like hell—and you’re keenly aware of Haru continuing to watch. It’s only when you hear soft, wet sounds that aren’t your own that you know he’s getting off on this, too.

“You’re too loud,” Shion growls, whipping around to look at Haru, “If you can’t be quiet, get out.”

You don’t have time to process Haru’s response, because Shion pins you to the bed by your neck and holds you there while he struggles with his pants. Shion frees himself from his pants and looks down at you with a wolfish smile.

“Nobody is ever gonna have you except for me after this,” he hisses, “No one. Do you understand me? I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them right in front of you and drink your tears. I'll choke you on their blood. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Shion!” you wail, gasping for breath as his grip tightens around your neck.

“You’re my wife.” he hisses, fumbling as he positions his dick at your opening, "You're mine.”

He enters you harshly and starts at a quick pace. You sniffle and moan, fumbling for his hand much like you did Haru’s.

“Wanna hold hands?” he hisses, gripping your hand so tight it hurts, “You see that? She wants my hand. So never touch her with your filthy ones ever again.”

You know he’s talking to Haru—him threatening the life of another should not be getting you off—but you’re pulling his hand toward your clit all the same.

“What, wife?” he snaps, sounding annoyed at your incessant pulling.

“My clit, Shion,” you whine, “Makes me—more sensitive—”

His grin turns manic as he immediately stops moving, looking down at where you connect as if searching for it. You press his fingers to the bud and start guiding them in little circles.

“Such a good wife for me,” he croons, pressing down harder as he starts fucking you in earnest again, “You really do like pain, don’t you?  Want me to hurt you? Make you cry?”

“Yes, yes—” you moan, thrashing against the sheets as he brings you to your second orgasm of the night.