slytherynn | CLOSED: Vampire AU's

Yata looks up to meet his gaze and gives his answer some serious thought. He didn’t want to lie. Not to Saru, not about this.

“I don’t know.” It’s as honest as he can get, because he really doesn’t know. “I didn’t think you wanted me anywhere near you, honestly. I saw you with the Blues sometimes. Times you didn’t see me. You always looked pretty happy with them.”

As happy as Saru ever looks, anyway, but he can usually read his moods pretty well, even if he’s looking annoyed and grumbling about everything and everyone around him. There’s tones, and Saru has different ones for when he’s truly irritated and when he’s just playing at it to show he’s not actually enjoying himself.

Which honestly just sounds exhausting to Yata, but Saru’s always been that way. It’s probably sad that he can interpret almost every level of ‘tch’ tossed in his direction at any given moment.

"I didn't want to see you around Mikoto and you were the one who took my leaving as a betrayal instead of me trying to make...things better." For himself if not for Misaki. The difference with Scepter 4 is there were more defined boundaries so he found it easier to make things more functional for himself. Not that he disliked his teammates, but it was less stifling there than he'd ever found in his time in Homra.

But he and Misaki needed different things. By rights, they likely never should have been friends in the first place and if Misaki hadn't forced himself into Fushimi's life, he'd probably have gone on like he had been during middle school. And who knew where he'd be now.

"...At least you're still too shitty of a liar to try and lie to my face about that." Fushimi exhales a breath, pulls one hand away from Misaki's hip and raises it until his fingertips stroke against the back of Yata's neck.

"...Are you going to do it or not?"

“I didn’t understand, back then.” And Saru had tossed so many accusations and cutting words at him… He’d known exactly what buttons to push to make it hurt. Saru’s best weapons had always been his words, he was even more deadly with them than he was with his daggers, and that was saying a lot.

They’d both grown up a lot since those days. Learned more about who they were. Maybe it would help, this time around.

“I don’t lie. To your face or otherwise.” He had his own code of honor, after all, and Yata had stuck to that pretty firmly all his life.

He shivers, however, at the slide of those fingertips against his skin, eyes sliding closed as he gives a soft exhale at the feel of it. The’d never done anything like this before and it already felt… good.

“Yeah.” He murmurs his agreement after a moment, opening his eyes again and searching Saru’s expression one last time before shifting closer. He threads fingers in dark tousled hair and tips Saru’s head slightly to the side as he leans in against him, braced against his chest. His breath teases warmly against the skin there for a moment before fangs press down, breaking skin as gently as he can manage, not wanting any of this to hurt.

But he can’t quite muffle the soft whimper at the first splash of decadent blood on his tongue as he laps at the small puncture wounds, coaxing out more.

Saru is the best thing he’s ever tasted and he’d probably be surprised by that if he weren’t so completely immersed in the taste and the experience instead.

He doesn't respond, watching Misaki until he leans in, his grip on Yata's hip tightening reflexively when Misaki's lips find his throat and he tries to choke back the sound he almost makes at the contact. And he does swallow it, at least mostly. Not that it matters once fangs pierce his throat and he shudders. The hand on the back of Misaki's neck slides up, tugs the hat off his head and settles in his hair, tugs lightly, but not as a sign to stop.

And it feels like his veins are on fire, heat streaking through him from the place where Misaki's mouth is sealed against his skin, Fushimi shifting restlessly on the couch before freeing one hand to alleviate a small issue involving his own clothing.

Misaki..."" It's not quite a moan but it's close.

Yata just makes a soft, reassuring hum, the sound rumbling softly against the sensitive skin of Saru’s throat. His fingers remain curled in dark hair, holding Saru in place, just where he wants him, his nails scraping lightly against his scalp.

Another soft sound of pleasure escapes him when he feels his beanie tugged free and Saru’s long fingers anchoring themselves in his messy hair. He drink from him, tongue teasing against the warm flesh, even as he knows how intense his bite will make that feel. Everything heightened and sharpened into intense pleasure. The heat spreads through to him, too, Saru’s very blood flavored with it. It makes him squirm restlessly on Saru’s lap as that heat spreads through him, throbbing along his nerves.

A small part of him wonders if they'd done this sooner, if he'd offered, would things have been different, but the thought fades almost as it gains traction, especially when Misaki shifts in his lap, just moving enough that the friction drags an actual moan out of Fushimi.

And his grip on Misaki's hip tightens, free and dropping to shift Yata just enough so he can rock up against Yata, seeking more of that contact.

That gets another breathless groan out of him as he rocks down against Saru, chasing that friction as well. The taste of him is rich and heady and Yata feels halfway intoxicated just from this. He doesn't know if it's because he hasn't fed in so long that it's so potent or if it's just because this is Saru, but either way, he drinks deep, lost in the bliss of it.

Which, of course, only makes the heat grow. It's never been this intense before and it's impossible not to get swept up in the heat and pleasure and hunger until it all swirls so tightly entwined that it's impossible to tell one from the other.

It just becomes need.

Stopping is the last thing on his mind, his hips bucking up against Misaki as he shudders under the friction and the pulls on his vein. The hand in Yata's hair drops, finds his hip again to guide him into exactly the right position to give them both what they need.

Not that it's anywhere near satisfying enough, the pleasure building with every swallow and shift of their bodies until he's gasping Misaki's name, shuddering underneath him.

Yata gives a breathless whimper at that, rocking down against him, but at that breathless cry, he does finally pull out, tongue lapping over the small punctures to seal them as he draws Saru in close against him, arms wrapped around him as he holds him. He's panting softly for air, skin flushed and eyes glassy and bright as he combs his fingers through Saru's hair. He licks his lips, still able to taste Saru lingering on his skin.

"...Alright? I didn't take too much, did I?"

"No...you ..could have taken all of it and it wouldn't be too much." He breathes the words, relaxing into that embrace, head dropping forward to rest against Misaki's shoulder, fingers idly rubbing over the fabric of Yata's shorts.

"...You didn't have to stop..."

"That would definitely have been too much."

There's amusement in his tone as he says it, however. He slides closer, pressed up against Saru, his entire body still thrumming with sensation and heat from the feeding. It makes him squirm a little.

"I told you I didn't want to hurt you or something."

"You didn't hurt me." And it's not like he would have minded being hurt either, not that he's going to say that. It doesn't necessarily need to be said. Fingers keep idly sliding over Yata's hip through his shorts.

"..Do you feel different?"

He gives a soft exhale and turns his head to let his tongue slide over those healing punctures once more. Knowing the skin would be sensitive for a while.

"That was... I've never felt anything like that before. I don't even have any words. It was amazing."

His breath catches in his throat at the lick, his eyes closing as he lets his head rest back against the couch. "...There's a reason why it's not supposed to happen." He murmurs it quiet, fingers toying with Misaki's hair.

"But it's not like anyone cares what I do anyway. I'm not really involved in their rankings and any of that. I just do my job and keep myself to myself."

"Will you get in trouble for this?"

Saru's words give him pause and he picks up his head enough to study the Blue's face, searching for the truth there.

"No." He answers quiet, maybe a little too quickly because honestly, he doesn't know but it's more than worth it if he does, in his opinion.

"I don't even have any contact with that side of things, anyway."

His gaze narrows because that answer had been a little too quick, Saru. But he lets it go for now.

Instead, he threads his fingers through dark hair and gives a faint tug, making sure to catch Saru's gaze before very pointedly baring his throat to the other vampire.

"Your turn."

He wanted this balanced between them.

The tug has him making a quiet sound, gaze focusing on Misaki's throat before he takes a breath, fingers catching Misaki's free hand before raising the wrist to his mouth. He still does hesitate for a moment, licks at the skin over his pulse and then sinks his fangs in to drink.

Although he doesn't take more than a couple of mouthfuls before licking the wound closed.

Yata jolts a little when Saru sinks his fangs into his wrist instead, a soft moan escaping him as he shifts restlessly, the heat intensifying even more at being on the receiving end of this. By the time Saru pulls back and heals the punctures over, he's panting softly again, breathless and ridiculously aroused, although he only gives the faintest shift against Saru as he tries to get comfortable in his lap. Which is pretty much impossible when his body aches at the moment.

But when Saru pulls back, there's a slight frown lingering on Yata's lips as he stares down at the tiny redness on his wrist. At the little Saru had taken from him.

"You don't want to...?" That uncertain vulnerability is back in his tone and he hates that it's there, but that wasn't what he'd been expecting from Saru at all.

"Yes I want to. 'I've..." He cuts that thought off, running his tongue over his lips slowly to collect himself before he says something ridiculously stupid.

"When was the last time you drank before today?"

He hesitates and his face screws up as he thinks back. And then he just gives a sheepish shrug.

“…I don’t remember.”

"So maybe you need that blood more than I do. It doesn't change the fact you can feed off me as much as you like but I'll give you some time to get yourself back up on full speed before I take more than I already have." His thumb rubs over the spot on Yata's wrist idly.

"...And you can figure out what's changed too."

He frowns slightly as he considers that, and shivers a little at the feel of Saru’s thumb rubbing circles against the inside of his wrist. It feels good, what with his skin still tingling with sensation and the craving to be touched.

“But what about you?”

"What about me? I'm ..I don't have to feed that often." And he rarely goes out to feed anyway. He prefers a less social form of sustaining himself anyway and his family owning a company that can provide for his needs...

"Don't worry. I'm not starving or anything."

He purses his lips a little at that and then reaches out with his free hand to prod Saru in the chest with a finger.

“When I’ve fed enough, will you feed from me then?”

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