Shoto Lore, Demon Slayer, was born in Bakumori founded by ancient demons. Because he encountered the demon slaughtering village, he regarded demons as natural enemies and vowed to kill all demons in the world.

After leaving the village, he found that there are many kinds of demons: some are just physically strong, some are cunning; some are ugly in shape, and some are beautiful. The gods gave him the ability to discern the scent of everything—all things—including species, souls, and emotions. Therefore, no matter how good the demon is at disguise and how to deceive people, Shoto can see through his essence at a glance, and then get rid of it quickly.

In order to deal with demons of higher and higher levels, Shoto even learns demon language: he learns to curse other people's mothers, he learns to make all kinds of dirty jokes with sex organs, he learns to show the coquettishness like cats, he learns to moan like a bitch...

His slender and short body is like a little doggy in the eyes of the demon. As long as he is decorated with a little decoration and his sensational words and deeds, he can easily gain the trust of the demons. When they thought they could enjoy the delicious human carcass in front of them, he took out the cursed knife, which obtained from the first demon, to kill them all.

However, his set of demon-killing creeds didn't work for Vox at all.

Vox has long fluffy black hair, slender golden eyes with thick vermilion eye shadow, wearing a black and red gradation Tsubaki Hanaori but wearing a modern white suit and slippers, like born in a storm with the contradiction of Eastern and Western era.

Shoto first judged Vox as a dangerous person with the eyes of ordinary people, but his perception made him smell a scent in Vox that he had never smelled before: he was more familiar than his family, stranger than the sky, more tolerant than the gods, more lonely than the wilderness .

When they first met, Vox, who had not yet known the background of Shoto, had generously claimed that he was a demon that had existed for 400 years.

"My name is Vox Akuma. The 400-year-old ' Voice Demon' used to be the owner of a castle in the Oriental. Pretty little boy, what's your name?"

The low, warm voice and gentleman's accent easily melted the heart of a boy who regarded killing demons as the remainder of his life.

"I'm... Demon Slayer Shoto Lore, from Bakumori. Also," Shoto's principle is not to attack a guy who doesn't smell like a demon (even if the other side calls himself a demon), and he's also a polite person who doesn't counter praise with bad words. But from his own will, he didn't like to be treated as a child who knows nothing, so he shook his head and blushed again, squeezing small corrections between his canine teeth.

"I'm not a little boy. I'm a Rogue of LV.99."

"Well, that's not even 1/4 of my age. The cute little boy in the hoodie is a demon slayer with blood on his hands. It's interesting. Thanks to this body, I've met something good." The golden light in Vox's eyes was as captivating as a corona, and before Shoto could react, his high collar had been pulled away, the neck was kissed violently, and red flowers were planted.

By the will to live? By instinct? Shoto fought back with all his strength, ripping off Vox's collar, gnawing and biting on his arteries, shoulders, collarbone, and even reaching out and scratching with his little paws. Better to rip out his soul so he can see its color; better to drain his blood until the last vore is devoured.

Shoto's resistance was just a cute little animal's way of teasing in the eyes of the demon. He didn't feel any pain, but his lower body erected readily. He pulled the nervous doggy away, slapped the collar of the suit, and his breathing was not disturbed at all, and he motioned the purple boy to kneel down like a doggy and let him treat him with a delicious big cock.

Shoto's mouth made a lot of genital jokes, but never touched the real genitals. This nasty joke was traced back to the demon, but Vox's strong male scent attracted him like nectar. He couldn't control put the cock to his mouth, but unfortunately the small mouth couldn't swallow this huge thing all at once, no matter how crazy he sucked, he still couldn’t taste the deepest part of Vox.

His snort and mouth made pleading groans. It looked really cute for Vox, he supported the evil dragon in his lower body, and slowly pumped it towards Shoto's mouth. Shoto tasted the details of the creases at the root of the Vox, and the friction in the mouth produced a pleasant liquid, making the pumping of the Vox smoother. Vox deliberately pulled away before the climax, but unfortunately he couldn't fight against the young dog's courage, so that almost all of his essence was shot in Shoto’s mouth, and the rest was overflowing just because his mouth was too small.

Shoto ate semen for the first time, the smell made him feel sick, but the scent of Vox's body involved in it made him unable to let go. He opened and closed his mouth like a doll without a screw, however the contents of his mouth still flowed out of it.

It seemed too intense for the doggy Shoto to cum all into the mouth, while Vox just wanted to give him a grown-up facial as a small greeting. Vox poured Shoto a glass of water to help him vomit, and pulled him up to sit on the chair, which was his best apology he could think of at the moment.

Shoto turned his head and stared at Vox, halfway between anger and fatigue, as if saying, "That's my food, no one can take it away!", reminding Vox of the gathering of despairing hearts at the beginning, and then build a dream of a paradise-like home together.

An idea came to Vox's mind. He gently stroked Shoto's heart with his big warm hands, Shoto's heartbeat calmed down, at the same time, as if being injected with something, he felt a warmth that had been lost for many years—perhaps longer than before he was born. The feet were on the ground as usual, but it felt a lot more real than had ever been in his life. The stench of his mouth and the scent of the world were suddenly far, far away from him. He couldn't even smell his own scent, and the only thing left in the world was the scent of Vox.

— Well, this is what you long for. You are so special, Shoto.

400 years ago, Vox achived human ideals of abundant life in exchange for their loyalty, but there are still human betrayals after satisfying them. Loyalty alone cannot make him exert the greatest strength, and as a result, he disappeared together with his utopia for a time.

The demon who has been wandering for many years is touched by Shoto's strong need for him, and he begins to want to be interdependent with humans again. It's as easy as getting a golden finger in the game in exchange for a love that only faces him, once realized his needed to use his entire existence to exchange it, even a demon would be terrified.

He had a hunch that if he took the wrong step this time, he would not just wander again, but truly disappear.

When Shoto regained consciousness, the mellow vermilion that made him lose himself had disappeared for a long time.

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Finally, Shoto found Vox by relying on the power bestowed by the gods. Since then he's been like a familiar wild dog, shaking his head and tail following Vox all day.

Vox is currently employed by a mercenary group called Luxiem. He cooperates with his teammates and has independent tasks. The mercenary organizations are also inextricably linked. Complete outsiders like Shoto are generally excluded, but his innocent face, sincere soul, wild sense of touch and high attack power made him not only familiar with Luxiem's ​​personnel, but also allowed him to come and go freely by the organization.

Among Luxiem, Shoto and Mysta have a special affinity. They were like brothers and foes in a previous life. Sometimes they kissed and hugged each other when they were good, sometimes they were twisted into hot wheels and beat each other when they were bad. Vox laughed cheerfully at them "you both smell like Bottom", and they would frantically accuse each other of being the bottom and then another round of big fights. When they were about to lose both, Vox acted as a peacemaker – molested the two little boys equally. Mysta would either look away and attack Vox or slap him and walk away, and Shoto would just tell him to say it again and deny it, Vox couldn't help but facial this changeable face. Let him be immobile, let him belong to him.

Whenever Shoto has always shown an obsession with Vox, he's not just a loyal dog of Vox. After getting along, he gradually showed the side of rogue.

In one mission, Shoto defeated Vox by using one finger to input coded command to disrupt the enemies speedily, he then even pointed at Vox's nose and boasted that he should reconsider who was on top and who was on the bottom. The enemies had a bad luck and became the victim of their morale struggle.

On another time, they participated in a large-scale joint infiltration mission with other mercenary groups. The mercenaries performed their respective duties, some were surveying, some were stealing intelligence, and some were in charge of the aftermath... They needed to cooperate, but how can it be easy for people from different backgrounds? As the task went on for a long time, contradictions gradually emerged. At the time Shoto was injured by a scheme and accidentally leaked Vox's secret mission. Seeing that Vox was in trouble, he didn’t only not to clarify, but even clapped his hands and shouted "Burn the demon! Burn the demon! Bring this fucking demon down with me!" Vox was so angry that broke off with Shoto publicly, who knew the stinky boy would laugh so hard that didn't take the demon in mind at all.

The joint mission ended in a victory for the mercenaries. Since Shoto had already cleared the number of opponents before logging off, the organization did not hold accountable for Vox's mistakes.

It was hilarious that he was trapped first and was rescued last. Vox was so angry and immediately grabbed his drinking buddy and vented a lot before going home. In the quiet night, he was so drunk that he couldn't remember his way home. He stumbled to Shoto's house, who was singing on the roof. He tells the moon about his delusions of flying to it, he confides the night sky about his thought of hometown, and he sings to the nightingale about the emotion of falling in love and feeling overwhelmed. His singing is like running water flowing slowly through a stream, like water vapor condensing into soft clouds, like the spring breeze blowing green buds. Vox's hangover is waken up.

Shoto's singing is clear and beautiful, but through the ears of the voice demon, it sounds full of loneliness and sadness.

That night, the moonlight was very bright and round, Shoto's appeared to be very small. The lonely image of the boy was deeply imprinted in Vox's mind.

Vox realized the demon slayer lived between demons and slaughter was just a teenager in the human world. At this age, he should be should be carefree to enjoy the happiness and freedom of youthful life, instead of being shrouded in the curse of the past.

400 years ago, on the eve of the war that buried him once, Vox met a girl huddled on the city wall, staring at the enemy's campfire just outside the castle. Although she showed her loyalty and faith in Akuma Castle, the fact that she "lost her imagination of the world after the fall of the city walls" was enough to shake Vox's perception of his own abilities. He swallowed everyone's loyalty and still couldn't return back with a fortified fortune heaven.

Vox took out all his hopes and held it to the girl, and then went for his own to defeat the enemy army. However, the blood of hundreds of liters of unbelievers was still not enough to crown the believers, the indomitable flame of demon had to be swallowed up by the flames of war.

After being reborn, he can no longer bear such a sad thing. This time, he hopes that he can give the "hope" for the little boy he loves, to protect his warm and refreshing melody forever.

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Shoto's flirting methods are very mature, but he immediately flustered in panic when he is molested in turn. Vox never tires of this kind of reaction. Vox flips Shoto over and rides him, he puts his thick dick between Shoto’s legs and let him clamp, sourness vibrates his waist, rubs his tender inner thighs, pink cock, and bulging ballocks. Shoto was like a female kitty, his little mouth was rubbed into a continuous soft moan. When the orgasm was approaching, he gave a jerk, the glans shot out a yellow liquid unexpectedly. He was fucked to the point of incontinence by a simulated sex!

That prank seems to have deeply hurt Shoto's self-esteem, the next day he took on the arduous task of going to the mountain at the border. The mountains there are steep and there are many nooks and crannies. Not only he must obtain the required amount of rare diamonds, but he must also beware of zombies attack. This is not the field of combat he is good at. As a result, he was not online until the reporting time. Vox learned from the organization that he was missing after a while. Vox pricked up his ears and could barely hear his dying breath. He forced the detective fox, who had closed early because of a cold, to join him in search of Shoto. Finally, they found Shoto's location without a hitch.

"Hey, Vox, Mysta, why are you here?"

"Fuck you Vox! Isn't he alive and well?! I just said he wouldn't get into trouble that easily ahem-" Mysta raised his voice despite his cold, showing his anger at being played.

"You bastard! Shoto! Why didn't you report your whereabouts on time?!" Vox was angry also. He pulled up Shoto's shirt. "Even if you're fighting back against my prank, you shouldn't be joking with your life!"

"Indeed, before you came, I was dying." Shoto folded his hands and turned his eyes to the leaf umbrella behind Vox. A faint blue-green light surrounded him, his complexion became better, and his face returned to pink. , "As long as I sincerely pray to the gods, my life can be restored. Even if I sincerely pray for my best friend, begging to be willing to give up myself, the gods will only restore my life."

Shoto showed a helpless and desperate smile.

He was full of radiant life power, his heart was nothing but like a dead wood.

"Bring this fucking demon down with me"

It wasn't a whim.

After killing the last demon in the world, the boy in front of him will die.

Vox is sure.

The demon's scale was shaken, leaning from a balanced dependency to saving the poor little boy in front of him first.

※

The more you care the more entanglement you get. Vox's obsession with Shoto affects his demon genes.

In order to save the supply crisis of the assassination machines, Vox and Shoto are sent on a mission to help the machine designer couple get back together. They have to restart the abandoned machines and guide the couple together.

On the way, as long as getting an offensive weapon such as an axe or a gun, Vox's demon genes will play a role, evoking the passion for a good fight. He didn’t only destroy the necessary parts, he also razed the surrounding area to the ground, which was far from his always approachable image.

Shoto has never seen Vox attacking indiscriminately like this, even though he only destroys on the premise of repair and attacks objects and monsters. If it weren't for the scent of Vox that he always felt, he would probably have to pull out the cursed knife that had not been stained with demon blood in a long time... just imagining his heart couldn't take it.

"Hey, Vox, you have some self-control, okay?" Shoto's weak dissuasion made Vox even more excited. Armed with a cannon, he let out arrogant laughter as he strafed the hives of large needle swarms, prompting them to attack.

Even if Shoto knew that Vox was still the same perceptually, the appearance of Vox killing with red eye inevitably caused him to overlap Bakumori's memory. Shoto lifted the invisibility cloak, rolled himself and Vox together. Shoto rode on Vox, wrapped his fingers around Vox's neck, which was tied to the red rope. He was about to squeeze it in the next second.

"Vox! Vox! I'll kill you if you keep going!"

Vox's scarlet eyeshadow curved upward, and his pale face smiled and said, "Do you think you can kill me with your little butt?"

Vox then took off Shoto's pants, the pussy between the smooth ass flaps tightly closed. Vox peeled it off with his drool-stained fingers, sending Shoto jumping around in Vox's arms.

"Oh baby, didn’t you flirt me first?" Vox grabbed Shoto's thigh from the next hand to restrain him, Shoto pulled Vox's arm with his small paws, he could only scratch out the wrinkles in the white suit. He kept twisting his waist, not only didn’t help him escaping from the demon's clutches, but also accidentally stirred up the demon's desire. The behemoth of Vox's crotch raised its head proudly that about to burst his restrained suit.

Vox nodded and snorted, motioning for Shoto to help him out. Shoto swished off the golden demon head on Vox's belt, the breath of high eroticism immediately hit his face.

"Wait, Vox! Let go of my feet! I can't suck..." Shoto muttered, angling Vox's cock, which didn't go well either way.

"Who told you to use this mouth?" Vox sat up a little and moved Shoto to his waist by the way. The giant under him bounced to the back of the dog's tail, rubbed viciously at his hole. Vox lower the voice, a demonic invitation came from Shoto's ear, "Good boy, let me taste your mouth here. Come on, feel my real 'taste' here."

Sex is the behavior of demon. Shoto can flirt with anyone and tell lies and swear words, he has never done sex with the demon - of course, he has lured many demons to approach this behavior, under the premise of being killed by him before tasting the sweetness.

Shoto didn't tell Vox the truth, just bit his lip with a troubled, trembling look on his face. Vox thought he was just being shy, and it was a pleasure to see the adept shy at the crucial moment as if he had conquered something. Vox gentlemanly rubbed Shoto's little mouth so that it would naturally expand to just hold the crown. Like dog training, Vox complimented Shoto in a magnetic voice and pushed forward until his roots were completely submerged in him.

His nerves were clinging to his essence, his everything took over his heart. Combining with Vox makes Shoto feel the scent of Vox like never before, it is hot but not burnt, the texture is thick but smooth like jelly, which easy to mend and soothe what he's been worrying about all along.

Shoto twisted his slender waist on his own and let out provocative moans, as if trying to squeeze everything out of Vox. This kind of captive behavior re-triggered Vox's demon genes. He used all his effort to stand up and do it hard. The little doggy's energy was shown and he could only be at Vox’s control. Shoto was fucked hoarse by Vox. The hit was so fierce that the little under mouth couldn't hold Vox's cock, Shoto could do nothing but repeatedly held it and spat it out.

The out-of-order rhythm reminded Shoto why he rode on Vox in the first place, the tenderness that surrounded him gradually disintegrated, what he was afraid reappeared. He had so many questions to ask Vox, but he never organized them, instead, he let Vox destroy them.

※

The sweet little boy woke up and resumed his mission as if nothing had happened. To cover from the lost time on personal matters, he aggressively removing “all” obstacles.

Why emphasize on "all"? This is because since the execution of this mission, Vox has never let go of solving any problem, even if it has nothing to do with the result of the operation, he took the time to rescue (destroy) the little soldier from stuck at the wall, he paddled the demon symbol on the empty fields (destroy). In the meanwhile, Shoto just kept following the only target. For guys other than demons, the little boy always retains a heart of compassion.

Their world is turned upside down now. Shoto is the one out of control. He naively threw the quiet but obstructive turtle off a cliff, and happily blasted away the old man sitting alone on the swing (although afterward they were told it was an enemy spy, wiping out Vox's guilt). Until Vox saw that Shoto was addicted to playing the time repair machine, stared blankly and manipulated the designated objects to restore them to their original state and then broke down again, the pictures of home destruction suddenly reappeared in Vox's mind: Some belonged to Akuma Castle, some belonged to an unknown village, perhaps the hometown of a certain boy Vox had heard of.

It was then Vox knew for the moment that he was the one who made the poor surviving child even more twisted.

But what triggers it? Even if he returned to usual and used out 400 years of wisdom, the demon still couldn't figure it out, and everything he felt when he merged with Shoto seemed like an illusion.

Of course Vox wanted an answer right away, but he didn't act decisively. Firstly, they were on a mission, and there were still dangers around them; secondly, he was a demon as well as a gentleman, and it was hilarious to be known that he could not take a hint.

Shoto's abnormal behavior stopped abruptly. Princess Grey Elephant, a good friend of the designers' daughter, was innocently involved in their disputes. They somehow decided that sacrificing her would allow her daughter to re-establish trust in them. They worked together to kill Princess Grey Elephant. With the mission in hand, Shoto and Vox couldn’t help but looked at her until she was killed.

Princess Grey Elephant is sacrificed, the disputes between the designer couple remain unresolved. They are clearly going in the wrong direction, but their respective self-respects allow things to get worse. The mercenary's goal was adjusted again, but this time Shoto didn't take the order immediately, instead he was muted holding the Princess Grey Elephant dumbfounded.

Shoto's eyes were out of focus, his bloodshot eyes couldn't grow a drop of moisture. He bit his lip until it bleeds, and finally spit out a name with difficulty.

"Ether... ... ... ... ..."

Despite the boy's deliberate suppression, the voice demon could instinctively discern the grief that the boy had been burying, which was far deeper than what he described, heavier than what he was carrying, and more expansive than what he thought. If going to hell with the demon reveals the little boy's heart like superimposed eggs , then calling this name is enough to pierce his heart by one hit. All this is hidden in this strong, lonely and small body in front of him.

The beauty formed by extreme fragility deeply touched the heart of the voice demon. For the first time, he understood the use of his abilities and the meaning of his existence. His floating life for 400 years has finally found a home.

Vox hugs Shoto from behind, he wraps his small body with his tall and strong one, he clings to his thin back with a strong heartbeat, and he covers his cold little hands with a pair of broad, warm hands. He hugged him just right, made him feel his warmth, made him notice that he wasn't alone. He protected him with all his love.

"Rest assured. My Boy.

I am here.

I will not leave you. I will always be at your side. "

The demon's voice was like a spring breeze, passing through the boy's ears and nerves to reach his dry heart. He didn't force the boy to accept his tenderness, just turned into an atmosphere and circled around him, waiting for him in neither humble nor arrogant. The boy's breathing gradually became warmer, the cracks in his heart were healed by moisturizing. The rain gathered in the clouds, two clear streams flowed down his blushing face. The water dripping on the back of his hands warmed over his hands.

Shoto came back to life.

Not by the blessing of the gods, not by the lives of others, but by the love of a demon.

"Vox..."

After thousands of days and nights of hunting demons, Shoto has completely forgotten the beauty between Bakumori and the demons. No matter how different Vox is, no matter he was already deeply involved when he had just met Vox, he was still physically disgusted by the "demons" with other demonic scents to the point of nausea.

Only by maintaining his hatred of demons can he be worthy of sacrificed relatives and friends, and have the meaning of survival.

However, the presence of Vox easily slipped into a belief he had maintained for many years. Vox's scent was as light as a feather, yet surprisingly powerful enough to shake his convictions. He thought his faith was rock solid and never expected it to be so vulnerable.

In many dreams after meeting Vox, Shoto seems to have witnessed how the ancestors and ancient demons forged a good contract, so that the hometown is blessed by magic. Although the content of the dream dissipates as the eyes are opened, the lingering sensations and scents of the dream increase day by day. Shoto is increasingly confused between his feelings for Vox and his "demon" complex, and if it goes on like this, he may be killed by himself before he goes to kill the next demon.

In addition to demons, there are gods who favor Bakumori also. It may be too late to think about these questions at this time. However, there are demons, why are there gods too? Why did the gods give him the magic to recognize all scents? Why only rescue him? Is he able to kill the demons along the way because of himself or the blessing of the gods? Even--

What is a god actually?

"Vox, I'm going to kill you now, I'm going to kill you today. Would you like to die today?" Shoto turned and looked up to Vox's face, sharp gold in his eyes. A black steel cursed knife was placed across Vox’s neck, cutting off the vermilion cord around his neck, pressing a bright red on the demon's pale neck, couldn't tell whether it was blood or marks.

" Do it." Vox smiled, his eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, and two cinnabars lit up at the tip of his eyes. He opened his hands and raised the black Tsubaki Hanaori, revealing a large area of ​​blood-stained red hiding, "I will prepare the greatest demon slaughter for you, and I will be the only demon that will make you die."

The demon who once "died" on the earth willingly agreed to the invitation of the young demon slayer.

He is no longer rigid about life or death, as long as it is this boy, he is willing to be with him forever in the way he wishes.

Just as Vox was about to stretch his long claws at Shoto's heart, he felt the cursed knife loose from his neck, and his lips felt instead. Shoto kissed Vox's mouth. Contrary to the aggressive approach, it didn't show any aggression. Instead, it fell like a cherry blossom. It's fleeting, and it's infinitely nostalgic.

It reminded Vox that they had done everything but never kissed.

Furthermore, compared to all the intense physical and verbal contact, the kiss was too green.

"...that really kills me." Vox whispered.

"I'm not...I don't understand...it was...my first kiss...I kept it...until...me met someone who could...just...share a lot a lot a lot trusts and secrets...that person..." Shoto stammered, he put on his hoodie so Vox wouldn't see his apple-red face, his eyes gradually moved away from Vox's eyes, but he couldn't help looking back every now and then.

"I know you're a demon...! But I...have been attracted to you...to the point where I don't know how to behave..."

"I'm glad that's me, Shoto."

Vox's tone and posture are very calm, however his heart has long been excited, as if 400 years are waiting for Shoto's love.

Vox lifted Shoto's chin, and his thumb soothed his trembling lips. This time, he took the initiative to press Shoto's lips. The feather-liked touch slightly anesthetized Shoto's nerves, and then slowly opened his teeth. Vox taught the green boy how to exchange breaths and accept each other's breaths. Vox's tongue deftly travels across Shoto's warm, soft mouth, then hooks his tongue to dance with him, sharing mutual trust and love.

※

Shoto Lore, Demon Slayer, was born in Bakumori founded by ancient demons. Because he encountered the demon slaughtering village, he regarded demons as natural enemies and vowed to kill all demons in the world.

His journey ended temporarily when he encountered only one demon who didn't smell like a demon. His world is full of that demon, not just "demons". A world shrouded in hatred and curses becomes brighter, his life is no longer just guilt, his journey is no longer lonely.

Maybe one day, they will build a new Bakumori together, maybe one day, the demon will mutate. At least, the time to live with the only demon, he cherishes every day.

Cherish each other, cherish himself, cherish the moment.

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