Kurisu hated the idea of being spanked, but the idea of death terrified him, so in all honestly he was glad that Xearon had opted for the lesser albeit more humiliating punishment. The boys eyes trailed on the soft aura around Xearon. Flames were summoned, a wave of fear spread over the captive devil. Moving at all caused great pain in his shoulder, but no other escape seemed- "Aghhh!!" That was definitely more agonized squeal than enraged snarl.
Small hot droplets squeezed their way passed his tightly shut eyelids. His eyes open to see Xearon reaching down towards his throat. panic washes over him anew, and rather pained growls coming from his mouth as he tries to move away, even as the swords hold him in place. With nothing left, just as Xearon makes contact, Kurisu breaks and blurts out, "No please...!"
And then, nothing. He's alive- atleast he thinks he is, and- "Aghh!!" Another miserable sound as the blades are pulled away. Immediately his wounds start to close but damn it all that HURTS. The next thing Kurisu knew he was being pulled by an unseen force by the throat up into Xearon's grasp. Mind still shocked from that, and recovering from the sword stabs, Kurisu found himself over Xearon's lap, barely enough strength to lift his arms, let alone fight. He could feel his hair toyed with, hear his taunts, asking him, him, Kurisu, to beg! He was about to repeat the retort from before when he felt the rough touch upon his backside. Sharply gasping, his lithe tail tried to push Xearon's hand away to no avail. He glared back at Xearon again, growling, "Go to h-"
A yelp suddenly rang out in Kurisu's ears. His eyes widened, looking for its source, but he and his tormentor were alone; it wasn't Xearon, mustn't it then have been Kurisu? Yes, yes it was. When Xearon slapped the boys behind, he made a rather childish little yelp. His face flushed bright red, and he tightly clenched his eyes shut, finally saying what he'd been trying to this whole time, "I SAID GO TO HELL YOU STUPID BASTARD!"
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