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Colour me Blood red: Human after all	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I know, holy crap a really quick update! This chapter was supposed to actually be a part of the last chapter but the other chapter was getting too long; so I made it it's own chapter. If I say chapter one more times someone slap me.

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Chapter 10

She stood before their table, all long legs and hips. The leather pants tinted blood red did nothing to hide the ample curves of her hips and backside. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her low cut blouse.

“Sanada-kun, Atobe-kun, so glad to see you decided to join us.”

The two Masters nodded in acknowledgement. She turned her attention to Kirihara and he froze; most Vampires ignored servants.

“I’m assuming this is Kirihara Akaya-kun?” Her eyes were hidden behind glasses that picked up the golden light. “Stand, boy.”

Sanada gave him a subtle push, out of her sight. Kirihara slowly climbed to his feet, making sure to never drop his gaze from the woman. His skin crawled like it was trying to vacate his spine; this was bad. She was powerful, WAY too powerful. He had never felt anything like this before. He stepped away from the table and she circled him, appraising him. He felt like a farm animal being sold, or a side of beef. The woman was easily a head taller than him, closer in height to Sanada himself. Women weren’t usually that tall, and he didn’t like having to look up at her. He felt vulnerable that way. Her hands ran up his arms and over his shoulders, pressing his muscles ever so slightly. She leaned in to the heat of his neck and Kirihara realized she was tasting his energy, he felt a tug at the base of his skull as she drew from him.

“I smell no other Vampires on him,” she tilted her head, “save for your Fledgling who I’m assuming helped get him ready for tonight?”

Sanada nodded.

“Seems the rumors about you letting your servant be passed around aren’t true … at least not tonight,” she slid her hand down Kirihara’s back and over the curve of his rear. She pinched him gently before turning back to the table. “Please send Tezuka my apologies, I’m just doing what I think is best."

Atobe nodded, “which we expect from the council.”

She smiled and nodded, with a bow of her head she returned to her own table.

Kirihara crawled back to Sanada’s side, “what the fuck was THAT?”

“She was trying to see if you had fucked anyone besides me lately,” Sanada’s eyes had narrowed dangerously, but not at Kirihara. He was watching past his shoulder, keeping her in his sights.

“What’s it to her who I sleep with?” Kirihara bristled.

“It looks bad when a Master shares his favorite toys,” Atobe explained; his posture cautious, his piercing eyes focused on the far table.

Again with the toys. “Then why was she molesting me?”

“Testing your strength, it wouldn’t look good for a strong Master to have a weak servant.”

“There’s a lot to this Vampire shit that I don’t get isn’t there? Everything is either a competition or all about image. You want to look good to one another, and you always have to have one up on everyone. It’s kind of petty, but in a dangerous way.”

Atobe playfully gaped at Sanada, “my god the boy is smarter than he looks!”

“So I take it I pretty much got it right on.”

“The line of Vampires is believed to start in the wealthy long, long ago; where what you had determined who you are. Only the beautiful and the powerful were graced with immortality. That belief carried through because many of those old ones are still around, or their fledglings are who were raised with their Master’s beliefs. We are a very petty bunch, but when you have the potential to live forever, what else is there to do?” Atobe shrugged.

Kirihara frowned and wiggled in closer to Sanada, this Vampire shit made no sense to him. It seemed to take a whole lot of energy to do a whole lot of nothing. They dressed him up like a doll, showed off his white skin and his hard muscles, all to make Sanada look good. No one touched him without Sanada’s express permission, and it was all to show Sanada had power. With the rumors slowly spreading, and his alliance with Atobe, he needed to start winning his power back somehow. A Vampires mind was a strange place.

The room had a funny way of muffling all noise, so he couldn’t even hear the conversations around him like in the last bar. But, the woman he assumed was the leader of the Council, saw him, so it looked good for Sanada. No one watched their little table, and he didn’t recognize any faces.

It was safe to say he was bored.

He ran his fingers along the ironed crease in Sanada’s pants, feeling the cold hard muscle underneath. His fingers traveled as far down as he could reach and then he slowly made his way back up. He turned slightly to reach higher up and noticed both Sanada and Atobe watching him. Sanada’s mouth was slightly parted, his eyes heavy lidded. Atobe grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a chuckle. His fingers got to the top of Sanada’s thigh and he glanced up through his lashes, a teasing smirk on his face. He watched Sanada’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

Following the line of his belt he ran his fingers over the crotch of his pants, coming to the zipper. He ran his nails up and down the zipper track, following the hard curve underneath. Sanada stifled a moan as Kirihara’s fingers traced around the edge of him. His index pressed into the head and then followed the zipper back down between his legs.

He had been discussing something with Atobe but for the life of him couldn’t remember what it was. Kirihara’s hand squeezed ever so gently deep between his legs and he inhaled sharply. Teasing fingers gently worked the zipper down, careful not to catch him.

“Oh my,” Atobe murmured when Kirihara dipped his head forward.

He let his mouth rest on Sanada, the heat from his parted mouth seeping through his briefs. He wanted more, and it seemed Sanada was more than content to let him carry on without any extra help. He worked open the Masters belt as his tongue teased what he could reach. Sanada was too big to suck off properly, but he could still have fun. He exposed as much of him as their position allowed and he continued teasing him with his tongue.

“Too bad you don’t share your pets,” Atobe pouted; leaning back to get a good view of what was happening on the other side of the table.

Sanada grunted a response, unable to connect his brain to his mouth. Kirihara’s tongue swirled around and pressed into his tip and he was suddenly glad he didn’t need to breath to live because he couldn't quite figure out how. The Hunters pink lips finally wrapped around as much of him as he could and he sucked before going back to massaging with his tongue. Sanada’s head fell back and he tugged on Kirihara’s hair.

“What?” The Hunter licked his lips.

Sanada pushed him back gently and did his pants back up. With a quick good-bye to the other Master he pushed Kirihara from the booth.

“Leaving already?” Kirihara chuckled.

“Yes, leaving NOW!” Sanada wrapped his arm around his waist and practically dragged him from the club.

In the car he was pressed down into the seat as Sanada devoured his mouth. The Master was almost frantic, but kept his hands mostly to himself, and all clothing remained on.

They stumbled out of the car after a drive that seemed to take forever, and made it as far as the elevator. They didn’t even make it into the elevator.

Sanada shoved Kirihara up against the wall next to the elevator doors, barely giving the Hunter enough time to get his pants down. He lifted him with a firm grip on his ass and while holding his waist with one hand he fumbled with his belt, cursing himself for doing it back up.

Kirihara’s hands scrabbled at the wall, trying to keep himself propped up. They barely made it into the building before Sanada wanted inside of him. He would have done him outside on the pavement if he hadn’t managed to drag him inside. It wasn’t much more private, absolutely anyone could walk in on them. They were in the guard room the Hunters always frequented, the one with the only entrance into their under ground chambers.

Sanada did the best he could to slick himself before he slammed into Kirihara. The Hunter screamed, arms wrapped around Sanada’s shoulders.

It fucking hurt.

He was too dry.

Somehow, he didn’t really care.

He rolled his hips and rocked them forward away from the wall, trying to help Sanada get into him. The Vampire slammed into him, hands firmly on his backside. His mouth latched onto Kirihara’s collar, fangs tearing at the skin. He was going to end up with a wicked scar but all he could manage to do was scream for it harder.

His spine and tailbone repeatedly jammed into the wall, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to walk in the morning. And it had nothing to do with a thorough plowing.

Kirihara screamed as he came, he was getting tired of getting off so quickly. He was surprised when he clamped down with his orgasm and Sanada followed him. The Master pulled his hips down and held Kirihara tightly to him as his body trembled, releasing as deeply into the little body as he could.

Ryoma wasted no time; the moment everything was clear he sent Dan to tell Momoshiro what had happened and then broke into the bathrooms. The female bathroom was locked because it was out of order. They owners probably figured no one would bother with a bathroom so they put only a basic lock on it. Ryoma closed the door behind him and pulled out his cell-phone, punching in Tezuka’s number from memory.

“Tezuka.”

“Tezuka, you won’t BELIEVE what happened!!” His words came out in a jumbled rush from his excitement.

“Whoa Ryoma, slow down and say that again.”

Ryoma took a deep breath to steady himself and then launched into his story. He knew the moment Rin closed in on him that he was powerful, but it wasn’t a powerful like his mother or Shinji. Dark Witches had a different aura, a corrupted one. This had to be the witch they were trying to find, and it might just be a way for them to finally get a leg up on the situation.

“This is a dangerous game to start playing Ryoma …” Tezuka warned.

“You send Kirihara into dangerous situations! I finally have a lead that we’re looking for and you’re going to hold me back!?” Ryoma hissed into the phone

“Kirihara is a lot more experienced than you are-“

“I don’t give a shit! I’ve been doing this for a while and I’m not a child! You can’t keep protecting me!”

“Ryoma …”

“I don’t care what you think you owe my father, just because you knew me when I was a child does not mean I still am. You have to stop protecting me from my own life Tezuka,” Ryoma growled, losing his temper once again.

Tezuka sighed on the other end, clothes rustling as he shifted around, “you think you can handle this?”

Ryoma’s eyes widened as he sucked in a sharp breath, “I know I can do this!”

“Then go for it. If you think you can carry this out, then do it. You’re right, we don’t have the choice anymore. Just BE CAREFUL.” Tezuka hung up afterwards with a curt good night.

Ryoma turned off his phone and pocketed it again, biting his lip to keep from whooping for joy. He crept out of the bathroom and went in search of his companions, excitement making his limbs tremble. He wanted to prove he was just as good as any other Hunter, just because he didn’t have years under his belt did not mean he was useless. He finally had his chance to show them all.

Momoshiro was where he had left him, leaning against the wall around the dance floor. Dan danced by himself in front of the Hunter, rolling his hips. Ryoma slipped up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“I take it the phone call went well?” Dan leaned back against him.

“How did you know it was me?” Ryoma buried his nose in the soft hair behind Dan’s ear.

“Not many people are as small as I am …” Dan chuckled, rolling his hips against Ryoma.

The Hunter chuckled, licking the curve of Dan’s ear.

“Momoshiro-san’s eyebrows just went up …think he’s enjoying the show?” Dan leaned back and whispered into Ryoma’s ear.

Ryoma bit back a laugh, guess there was more in common between the two than just looks. He turned Dan around, hands still around his waist. A wicked grin was shared between the two before Dan pressed himself against Ryoma’s front, arms around his neck and in his hair.

Momoshiro nearly choked in his drink when Dan tilted his head back to expose his neck to Ryoma’s searching mouth. With the dim lights it was like watching identical twins. They rolled and slid together, hands disappearing under clothing and down legs. Dan’s teeth nipped at Ryoma’s full bottom lip.

When they both glanced at him and grinned he realized it had all been show. A show for him. He gulped so hard it hurt. Ryoma detached himself enough from Dan to crook a finger at him. Momoshiro shook his head no, he was already trapped by the little Hunter, he wasn’t going to let him have his way all the time.

Ryoma and Dan pouted and decided that if he wouldn’t come to them they’d go to him. Ryoma shimmied up Momoshiro’s outstretched legs as Dan grinded on his hip.

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. He sipped his drink and tried his best to look unimpressed.

Ryoma’s hand slipped between his legs and Dan’s slid over his backside. Guess his unimpressed act was blown, with Ryoma’s hand between his legs it was a little hard to hide just how impressed he actually was.

“Wanna go back to your place?” Ryoma whispered in his ear, hand massaging.

Yes, yes he did.

Dan scooped his truck keys from his pocket and jingled them, winking to Ryoma and turning for the door. Ryoma giggled, taking the other Hunters hand and pulling him along after Dan.

Momoshiro cursed colourfully and did his best to keep his eyes on the road and not on his rear view mirror. Ryoma and Dan had slipped into the small back seat. Ryoma was nestled between Dan’s spread legs, the kids shirt pushed up under his arms. Their soft pants and quiet moans drifted up to the front seat. Ryoma’s head was nestled somewhere in the vicinity of Dan’s stomach as the little human arched his back and moaned loudly.

“Eyes on the road Momo,” Ryoma lifted his head enough to say before kissing lower on Dan’s stomach.

“Son of a bitch!” Momoshiro cursed quietly as he glanced back at the rearview and then did his best to watch where he was driving.

Dan’s pants became more frantic and Momoshiro made the mistake of glancing back to see Ryoma’s head bobbing in Dan’s lap. His tires squealed as he fishtailed into his driveway.

He lived with his parents, which was odd for someone his age. He would have lived on his own if it wasn’t for the fact he feared for his family. If there weren’t Vampires and werewolves and other things hell-bent on feasting on human flesh he would have had his own apartment. His parents pretty much left him alone, so it didn’t bother him to live there, but nights like this he wished he lived on his own. His two siblings were away at a friend’s, and his parents were at a dinner party. He knew they would be back in the morning once the liquor wore off so he had the house to himself for a few hours.

By the looks of it he was going to need those few hours.

He fumbled for his keys as the two flanked him. He cursed to himself as a hand landed between his legs and another hand grabbed his ass. He had no idea who’s hand was who’s as another drifted over his stomach and nails were raked down his back. Ryoma kissed and licked the side of his neck and Dan raked his teeth over his shoulder.

God he hoped his neighbors weren’t watching.

The door finally swung open and he turned both towards the house. He could barely get his shoes off with both boys hanging from him. His jeans were unbuttoned and his shirt was tossed before he even made it up the stairs.

“Son of a bitch!” he shouted when Ryoma forced him up against his bedroom door and dropped to his knees. The little Hunter was stronger than he looked. “At least let me get INTO my room!” He pushed Ryoma away and fumbled behind him to open the door. He staggered in and the boys pounced, knocking him onto his bed.

Dan grabbed two handfuls of his jeans and yanked them down to his knees. Ryoma wasted no time in continuing what he had been trying to start at the door. He swallowed him almost completely and Momoshiro arched off the bed. Toes curling where they rested on the floor. Dan keened and pushed at Ryoma’s shoulders, trying to get him to make room.

When a second mouth joined Ryoma he cried out, hands fisting in his blankets. It took all his energy to push himself up on his elbows so he could watch the two. Dan worked around Ryoma, trying to get his mouth and tongue on as much of Momoshiro as he could.

“Holy fuck,” Momoshiro moaned as their mouths met in a messy kiss before Ryoma swallowed him again.

Dan abandoned Momoshiro and helped Ryoma wiggle out of his clothes before he stripped his own. He nipped and licked at Ryoma’s lower back and hips, hand easing between his legs. A finger disappeared inside Ryoma and he gasped around the length in his mouth. Using his finger as a hook he pulled so Ryoma curled more into himself so he could join him back between Momo’s legs but still stroke and tease Ryoma’s entrance.

“Guys, I’m gonna bust if you keep that up.” Momoshiro chuckled.

They both raised their heads and shrugged. Ryoma pushed Dan down instead and crawled around so Dan’s face was in his lap as he sucked on the other human. Ryoma swung his hand behind him until he connected with Momo’s legs, pinching him and pointing down as his own backside.

“Oh!” Momo got the hint real quick and fumbled in his bedside table for the lube. Having Ryoma around made him learn real quick to always be prepared. He loosened Ryoma as best as he could, which was hard as the Rookie rocked his hips in time with Dan’s mouth. He hooked his hand under Ryoma’s thigh and spread his legs, giving both Dan and himself better access. Ryoma moaned loudly and keened when Momoshiro slid into him. The Hunter kept himself propped up on his elbow so he could watch the show. The two boys sucked and licked feverishly, hands gripping and exploring. Dan squealed when Ryoma wrapped an arm around his waist and sunk two fingers into him.

“Careful there Ryoma,” Momoshiro chuckled breathlessly, watching Dan’s hips buck.

Both boys were on their sides so Momoshiro was careful to keep his thrusts light so he didn’t slam Ryoma’s hips forward and choke Dan. It wasn’t the pace either of them really enjoyed, but for the view he got, he wasn’t going to complain.

He lifted Ryoma’s leg higher and tilted his hips back as he slid into the Rookie, making him scream around Dan. He pulled his mouth back, panting as he simply jerked off the other.

“Careful, you almost made me bite him.”

“I’m better at that …let him take me while I suck you …” Dan offered, rising up on his elbows with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Sure!” Both Hunters chimed.

Momoshiro slid out of Ryoma and the little Hunter scooted up to the head of his bed. As soon as he stopped moving Dan’s head was between his legs, picking up where he left off. Ryoma threw his head back and tangled both hands into Dan’s hair, legs rising up on either side of Dan’s shoulders.

Momoshiro pressed two oiled fingers into Dan out of politeness but wasted no time in pushing into him. Dan wasn’t kidding, his head still bobbed in perfect rhythm as Momoshiro slammed into him. He wasn’t as tight as Ryoma but he was still warm and his body tightened and clung to him. His fingers dug into Dan’s narrow hips and the kid moaned loudly, spreading his legs to change the angle of his hips.

Ryoma’s golden eyes watched him over Dan’s arched back, mouth parted as he panted and moaned.

The only thing Momoshiro could think was ‘damn, why didn’t we do this sooner!?’

Ryoma cried out finally and arched forward as Dan drank him down. The little human finally raised his head and the two kissed deeply, tongues battling where Momoshiro could see. There was a smear of white on Ryoma’s bottom lip and Momoshiro snapped his hips hard with a moan when he realized what they had been doing during the kiss. Dan rose up on his hands and bucked back, their hips connected with a loud crack. Taking the hint Momoshiro pressed the heels of his hands against his backside to spread him wider and slammed his hips forward, hitting hard enough to bruise the boy’s backside. Dan moaned wildly and threw his head back, his body jarred with every thrust.

Ryoma slid down beside him, mouth running along his side as he reached under him to pump him with his hand. Dan screamed and orgasmed almost the moment Ryoma touched him. His screams and the shuddering clench was too much for Momoshiro and he came, pulling out at the last minute to spray what remained against the backs of Dan’s thighs.

“Shit,” he cursed and fell back on his heels. “I hate coming inside.”

“I like it,” Dan looked over his shoulder, blinking sleepily.

Ryoma chuckled and licked up the backs of Dan’s thighs, cleaning him. Dan moaned and let his head fall forward. Momoshiro moaned and felt himself stirring as Ryoma cleaned the white trails off Dan’s legs and backside. Oh yeah, he was going to need the few hours.

“What are my Mistresses orders?” Kite stood in the familiar dark room, hands at his sides and his head bowed.

“Start with our original plan, hit them where they are weakest. Put your plant in with the Hunters so they will not be able to come to their aide.”

He bowed low, “yes my Mistress." His body jumped with excitement, he had been waiting for this!

“Oh, and Kite?”

He raised his head, “yes?” He frowned in confusion, now what?

“If Kirihara Akaya happens to get in the way, it may be beneficial to us if he had a fatal incident.”

Kite’s confusion turned into a wicked grin. “Yes my Mistress.”

“And Akutsu …” she addressed the Vampire hidden in the shadows.

Kite glared at the other Vampire, how dare his Mistress have to speak with such a lowly blood-sucker.

“What?” Came the gruff reply from the shadows.

“You shall lead them.”

“What!?” Kite and Akutsu squawked in unison.

“We have seen how they react, Akutsu knows their responses best.”

“But it was I who led the assault on Atobe!” Kite argued, taking a dramatic step forward.

“But it is not Atobe’s district we are attacking,” her voice was quiet in warning.

Kite knew enough to drop to his knees, head bowed, “yes my Mistress. I apologize for my outburst. I just fear this Vampire is not suited for such a great task.”

She smiled wickedly, “he knows the consequences if he fails.”

Akutsu flinched, head turned as he tried to feint disinterest. Damn that bitch.

“Are you sure he is capable of carrying this out?” Kite continued as if the one they were talking about wasn’t in the room.

“I have seen how he leads the others; he is more controlled than the child.”

The child; Yohei. The Fledgling appeared now and again to beg for stronger blood. He wanted revenge and the only way he was going to get it was to become stronger. He didn’t have the years to wait for strength normally, so he had to take it from another. He had been feeding in small amounts from Kite, but unfortunately the Ancient blood made him more unstable and unpredictable. Like a time bomb waiting to go off.

“If that is what the Mistress wants,” Kite admitted defeat. “What would you have me do?”

“Round up your allies, it is almost the full moon.”
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