slytherynn | CLOSED: Vampire AU's

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?”

"When I think you're ready, I'll drink from you if that's what you want."

He narrows his gaze because that hadn’t exactly been a yes. Of all the things Saru could pick to be stubborn about.

“I do want. You promise you will?”

"Do you think I don't want to?" His tongue flicks out, licks at his own lips before he takes a breath. Not that it helps with Misaki being right there.

"You're always so impatient."

His gaze is drawn by that brief moment and he can’t quite tear it away again. Staring at Saru’s lips, only slightly reddened from his brief feeding.

“I don’t know. Do you?”

He's still for a moment before he moves, hands on Misaki and then they're back on the couch, Saruhiko on top of him with Misaki on his back. And then a moment later, his mouth is on Misaki's throat, tongue dragging over the line of his artery.

And one knee between Misaki's legs, pressing his thigh down and shifting it slowly so it rubs against Misaki. "Do you believe me now?"

“Fuck…” Yata’s eyes slam closed at the sensation, his body arching up into the press of Saru’s above him, that thigh teasing along his hard length beneath his shorts. That tongue swiping up along his throat has a whimper bitten off as his fingers thread in dark hair again and grip, holding him close.

A breathless moment passes before he glances down with a faint smirk.

“I don’t know. I think I need more convincing.”

"Greedy." He breathes the word against Misaki's skin, tongue dragging over his throat a moment later before he's pulling back, eyes focusing on Misaki's face.

"Are you sure you want this?" Because he's not stopping after this.

Yata’s answer is to drag Saru’s head up so he can kiss him for real, lips crashing against the other vampire’s as he groans wantonly into that kiss. Yeah, greedy is the right word right about now. He wants this more than he can even say.

Nipping at Saru’s lower lip, he scrapes the skin with the edge of a fang, teasing him. “Does that answer you’re question? Yes, Saru, I really really want this.”

The kiss leaves him shakier than he'd like to admit, his eyes closed, fingers sliding under the edge of Misaki's sweatshirt, before he pauses.

"...Not here." Even as much as he wants to, this isn't the place for it and he moves, walking toward the bedroom, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt as he does so.

Yata blinks in surprise when the comfortable weight above him is suddenly gone and he sits up, blinking in confusion only to see Saru walking away from him. Bewildered, it takes him a moment and then he’s following along. He’s never been here before, after all, but he’s assuming Saru’s bedroom must be back here somewhere. Was that what he meant?

The bedroom is sparsely furnished, only the necessities and his computer setup but the bed is probably larger than it should be for the room. He settles on the foot of the bed, bending down to remove his socks one at a time before lifting his head to look at Misaki.

Yata follows him as far as the doorway and pauses there, hovering on the threshold before leaning against the doorframe and taking in the room.

And then just watching Saru start to undress, crossing his arms over his chest.

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