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Colour Me Blood Red	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 13

Atsushi’s blood cooled on the surface of the brick walkway, turning into small black puddles. It had seeped into the mortar between the red bricks, trailing further through the walkway. Footprints scattered the blood around where the clinic staff had moved to lift him. Atsushi was safely on his was back to the Organization with the emergency crew, the remaining Hunters had stayed behind.

Kirihara glanced down at himself, Atsushi’s blood was on his arms and hands and drying through his shirt. More blood had splattered his neck and shoulders from when the vampire had been shot; his shirt was sticking uncomfortably to him in those spots.

Yukimura touched his shoulder gently, “are you staying?”

Kirihara nodded, flicking dried blood off of his arms.

Yukimura smiled softly, “we have a washroom if you’d like to get cleaned up?”

Sanada walked around Yukimura’s opposite side, coming to stand in front of the two. “I will take him, Oishi wishes to speak with you.”

Yukimura smiled, laying his hand on Sanada’s chest. A look flickered across Sanada’s face, too quickly to catch, before settling into his usual scowl. He stepped aside and let Yukimura pass, watching the other vampire as he glided up to Oishi.

“If you tell me where it is I can probably find it on my own,” Kirihara shifted awkwardly, not entirely keen on being alone with the Vampire.

“With you covered in that much blood, I don’t trust you to wander around safely.”

Kirihara glanced down at himself again, oh right, “I can defend myself.”

Sanada quirked an eyebrow, “that’s what I’m afraid of.”

Oh, right.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Yuuta appeared behind Sanada’s shoulder, grey eyes wide with worry. He glanced at the back of Sanada’s head, worried eyes narrowing into suspicion.

“No, I’ll be okay,” Kirihara shook his head. If he was going to get attacked, he didn’t want Yuuta to get caught in the middle. He smiled slightly, hoping Yuuta caught that he was going to be fine; if Sanada tried anything he had a gun. Yuuta sighed, forcing a smile and nodding.

Sanada placed his hand on Kirihara’s lower back as he guided him towards the building. Extra Hunters had come with the emergency crew to cover for the Kisarazu twins so everyone was busy re-arranging the guard. The security room was quiet and they passed through it without a glance back. Kirihara made sure to keep as far away from Sanada as possible in the elevator, very aware that the Master kept sniffing the air. They took the familiar route to the main lounge area and went through the only other door in the room. It opened to a long hallway that twisted to a dark staircase at the end. Sanada motioned Kirihara to a single door at the beginning of the hallway.

The bedroom they walked into was small; empty walls a sea of white. A bed sat against a far wall next to a partially open door. A nightstand with a small lamp was to one side of the bed, but other than that the room was void of any furniture. The carpet was dark, in the absence of light it was impossible to tell what colour it was exactly.

Sanada pointed to the open door, “bathroom’s through there.”

The bathroom was roughly the same size as the bedroom. A large white bathtub was directly across from the door, large enough to fit three people comfortably. Sink, toilet, linen closet, everything needed for a functioning bathroom.

Kirihara closed the door behind him before starting to undress. He had given up on locking doors since they never seemed to really stop anyone, anyway. The door wobbled on the frame and the lock clicked as if something heavy were pressed to it.

“I’m okay by myself,” Kirihara peeled his shirt off, sticking his tongue out at the sponge patterned blood. His skin was paler than usual, making his eyes seem larger and brighter. The blood had dried and darkened, making it look like he had been attacked by brown paint.

“The younger ones are unsettled by what has happened. I’d rather not give them something to lash out at.” Sanada’s voice was clear, meaning it was his weight against the door.

“Younger? There are more vampires? I’ve never seen any?”

The door clicked again as Sanada shifted his weight, “they usually stay in the lower levels of the building. This level is only the basement; it is the only floor accessible from the main building. We don’t have a lot of other Vampires here; many chose to stay in their own apartments or houses.”

The thought of a Vampire potentially living in his apartment building made Kirihara shiver, he was really going to have to install more locks. He didn’t realize that not all vampires chose to stay with the Master - learn something new every day. “Why is there a bedroom? I thought you guys slept in coffins?” Kirihara folded his clothing on top of the toilet, putting his gun on top of the pile. With Sanada at the door he was sure none of them would get to him, but it wasn’t them he was worried about.

Sanada sighed, the sound almost muffled by the spray of water, “you ask a lot of questions.”

Kirihara ducked his head out from under the spray, “humor me!”

Sanada sighed again, “some of the younger ones are too afraid to sleep in a coffin for their first few nights, so we set up a few bedrooms for them.”

“And bathrooms?”

“That you do not need to know.”

Kirihara frowned, washing soap from his hair. He knew Sanada could hear him perfectly, but it didn’t work both ways. “What?”

“We do shower you know.”

“This tub is awfully big for one person, I feel like I’m showering in a pool!”

“Are you quite finished with your questions?” Sanada’s voice was deeper with frustration.

“No I’m not, now that you mention it. Why did you ask for me specifically? And why did Fuji call me your toy?” Kirihara felt as bitter as his voice sounded.

“I will say this again, talk to Tezuka, and then you may ask me.” Sanada heard the patter of wet feet and moved a second before the bathroom door was thrown open.

As a last thought, Kirihara had grabbed a towel to cover himself. He clamped it around his waist, forgetting to tuck it or tie it; this left a clear line of leg from knee to hip. It also unfortunately left one hand occupied; he was too upset to notice he had put himself at a disadvantage. “You know what Sanada-san, I’m getting really pissed off with that! Shape-shifters noticed something, you noticed something, and a witch noticed something! I want to know what the hell is wrong with me! You know! You know and you won’t tell me!”

“Akaya …” Sanada growled.

“No! Fuck you! Tell me what is going on! No one has any right to keep this from me! I don’t care if you’re Master of the fucking City, what makes you think-“

Sanada took a step into the bathroom, anger seeping into the room around him. For the first time, Kirihara truly feared for his life. He had pissed Sanada off before, but never like this. His own anger washed out of him in a rush, leaving him cold. He did the only thing he could think of, he pivoted on his left foot and crossed the distance to the toilet in two steps. When his hand closed around his gun he felt Sanada’s arm hook around his stomach. With a gun in hand he felt better, but not by much. Sanada twisted and threw Kirihara behind him. The Hunter’s back hit the closed bathroom door. Sanada must have closed it behind himself, trapping them. He managed to get his gun aimed, but in the small space Sanada was quicker. He grabbed Kirihara’s wrists and pinned them over his head. He knocked his hand against the door until he either broke his hand, or Kirihara dropped the gun. The gun dropped first, clattering at their ankles.

Sanada leaned far enough forward to growl in his face, “what gives me the right? I am the Master of the City and I have saved your life not once, but TWICE! I will not explain anything to you because it is not my place. A matter such as this should come from fellow humans, not a vampire,” he snarled and flashed his fangs for emphasis. “You may not be one of my fledglings, but that doesn’t mean you can disrespect me in my own home! You need a reminder that I can, and will, do as I wish.” He pressed his knee in between Kirihara’s thighs.

Kirihara gasped, realizing that somewhere along the lines he had dropped his towel and was now naked and completely at the mercy of a very pissed off Vampire. He brought up his knee that was resting between Sanada’s legs, but the Vampire dropped a hand and caught his knee just as it brushed his groin. With a hand free he was able to fumble for the door. Sanada was too close to throw a fist at, and too strong to wrestle off. His only option was really to hope that Sanada would let him go once he was done ranting. He wiggled out his foot and caught his gun under his toes. If Sanada let go of his other hand he might have a chance to pick it up, then no matter how close Sanada was he had the advantage. It was a little hard to dodge a bullet when the muzzle was pressed to your chest. Sanada stepped back, but instead of letting him go, he used his body weight to force Kirihara around. He pressed Kirihara into the door as he molded himself against his back.

Kirihar’s eyes widened when Sanada pressed into him. The vampire was hard, and his pants were tight enough that he would have noticed if there was something in his pockets. Sanada crossed Kirihara’s wrists so he could lock them with one hand against the door as he trailed his other down Kirihara’s side.

Kirihara trembled, the heat from the shower and the lingering warm air in the bathroom made Sanada’s hands seem cooler. When his cold hand trailed over his stomach he jerked. Sanada growled and stepped back, using his hand on the Hunters stomach to pull him far enough away from the door to get a hand down in front of him. Kirihara cried out when the vampire’s hand closed around him. He jerked his head when he felt the prick of fangs on the back of his neck, but didn’t pull completely away for fear of doing more damage to himself.

He screamed and cursed but still felt himself grow hard in the vampire’s hand. He watched Sanada’s hand through the tangle of his damp bangs. He was by no means small, closer to average, but Sanada’s hand was large enough that it almost completely covered him from base to tip. His knees buckled and Sanada slid them to the floor. He felt Sanada tuck his knees under him so he was left straddling his lap, chest pressed against the door. His legs were spread almost painfully wide, forcing him to arch his pelvis back to take the strain off his hips. The Vampire released his wrists, which were now a flaming red, and were sure to be black in a few hours. Kirihara raked his nails down the door until they were next to his head, blocking his face. Sanada’s free hand cupped his backside, fingers holding him apart to slip between.

Kirihara’s mind came back to him with a scream when Sanada pushed a finger into him. He finally remembered that his gun was next to him, but couldn’t take his trembling arms away from the door. The taste of blood caught him off guard and he realized with a sharp pain that he had bitten through his bottom lip to keep from moaning. His internal muscles clutched at Sanada’s finger and the Vampire chuckled against the back of his neck. Kirihara was sexually active enough to borderline promiscuous, but he only bottomed to another male once, so his body wasn’t accustomed to being penetrated. He had been on assignment with Kuwahara Jackal, and as the saying goes, one thing led to another, and he ended up bent over with the other male easing into him. Afterwards they both admitted it was a one time only occurrence, with no hard feelings. His body had fought against Jackal then as well, but had eventually given way to his size. Currently, it had been almost a year since anything had gone into him, and his body was as tight as it had been for Jackal.

A fine tremble developed in his thighs, “s-stop!”

Sanada’s hands were warm where they touched him now, almost as if he was drawing heat from Kirihara’s body. A whimper finally escaped his lips and he cursed himself.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you!”

Sanada licked the back of his ear, “don’t say things like that unless you mean it.” He thrust his hips up enough to remind Kirihara what was there.

Kirihara’s eyes flew open; he had completely forgotten about the large erection pressed against his backside, “don’t even!”

Sanada chuckled, “I think this is enough to make you learn your lesson, for now.”

Kirihara pressed his forehead to the door, he was slowly losing himself. He didn’t want to give Sanada the pleasure of bringing him off, but he was slowly losing that battle. Sanada crooked his finger and slowly slid in a second. Kirihara wiggled and pressed closer to the door, trying to get away from the Vampire’s hand. He bit his lip harder and clenched his eyes shut. He wasn’t going to moan or whimper; if anything came out of his mouth it was going to be as rude as he could manage.

“Damn,” Sanada hissed, “I wouldn’t be able to get in there anyway,” he chuckled again.

He flexed his fingers and then spread them, drawing a cry of pain from Kirihara. “Stop, it hurts!” He mentally cursed the whine in his voice, but couldn’t seem to stop it.

Sanada’s fingers found the spot inside of him and stroked until he came with a scream against the door. He spasmed and scratched at the door, Sanada’s hand stroked him until he had emptied himself completely. The Vampire slid out from under him and left him huddled on the floor as he went to wash his hands. He nudged Kirihara with his foot until the Hunter wiggled enough away from the door for him to leave.

Kirihara pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them. His body pulsed from the orgasm and a fine tremor ran through his limbs. He wasn’t going to cry, but his throat felt tight and his eyes burned.

He didn’t know how long he had lay on the floor because the next thing he knew the door was opening again. The door bumped against his hip and the person on the other side cursed softly. The voice wasn’t deep enough to be Sanada, and not soft enough to be Yukimura. The prickling up his spine mean it was a strong vampire, so that eliminated Yagyuu.

A cool hand tilted his head away from his knees, making him meet his eyes. It was the third Ancient that had been standing behind Sanada and Yukimura when he first met them.

The Vampire gently drew one of his hands away from his knees, “come on, lets get you cleaned up.”

Kirihara pushed himself into a seated position.

The vampire hissed, “Genichirou really did a number on you. Come on, wash and then I’ll bandage it.”

It? Kirihara touched his neck and then winced, pulling his hand back to find it spotted with blood. He also noticed the purple bruises around his wrist, and his broken fingernails. His hands throbbed with pain, but he hadn’t noticed it until he looked at them; funny how everything seems worse as soon as you look at it.

“Come on, come on,” the Vampire ushered him back into the shower.

He washed the blood off of his neck and collar and then carefully cleaned between his legs. He blinked rapidly as he tried not to cry, he wasn’t going to cry! He wasn’t! He turned off the taps and stepped back out, the Vampire held a towel out before him. He wrapped it around himself and sat down on the toilet seat so the vampire could bandage his neck.

“Yanagi Renji.”

“Eh?”

“It’s not ‘the Vampire’, the name is Yanagi.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Yanagi politely excused himself from the bathroom so Kirihara could get dressed. He looked at his shirt before reluctantly pulling it back on. The blood had dried enough so that it didn’t stick to him, but it made the shirt stiff and cold. He slipped his gun into the front of his pants, not caring enough to clip the holster back into place. Yanagi had cleaned up the mess on the door while he was in the shower. The room showed no signs of what had happened.

“I’ll take you home, you don’t look fit to drive.”

Kirihara couldn’t argue, with his luck he’d end up in the ditch …again. He had been following Yanagi through the building and before he realized it he was in the parking lot in front of his car. Definitely not a good time to be driving.

“How will you get back?”

Yanagi smiled and slid into the driver side of Kirihara’s new car. Kirihara slid gingerly into the passenger seat, putting more weight than was necessary onto the door. He was sore from just Sanada’s fingers; he was almost terrified to think of how he’d feel if he had sex with Sanada. Somewhere in his mind he realized he had been molested by two Vampires in one night, but strangely, only the second one really bothered him. He knew Fuji should have bothered him, but it didn’t - not a lot, at least. Fuji had done it because, well, he was a nymphomaniac. Sanada had done it because he could, and wanted to prove that he could. Kirihara pressed his cheek to the cool window, mingling with Vampires only brought him trouble.

“You can request a change in assignments, I’m sure.”

Kirihara glared at the vampire, he had almost forgotten that they could read minds. He felt embarrassed and pissed off, and was about to do something really foolish because of it. He opened his mouth but Yanagi held up a finger.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been listening to your thoughts, I’m better than the others at blocking out a persons mind. I figured you needed your privacy. I just happened to catch the last bit.”

Kirihara’s building anger died and he blushed, “ah …thanks.”

Yanagi nodded.

“Listen, Yanagi-san, can I ask you something?”

Yanagi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, “of course.”

“Do I smell different?”

Yanagi turned to face him completely, eyebrows in his hairline, “I’m sorry?”

“Road,” Kirihara pointed out the windshield, “I’ve had some shape-shifters avoid me after smelling me, but humans don’t notice anything. Even a witch told me I have some spiritual power or something, but I took a test when I entered the Organization. It’s standard for all Hunters, I have no psychic abilities what-so-ever according to this test. I’m not even a sensitive. I can sense Vampires, sure, but that’s more training than anything else. ”

“You want me to see if you smell different?”

Kirihara nodded.

“Are you willing to have another vampire …another man, that close to you so soon?” Yanagi kept his eyes on the road that time.

Kirihara straightened his shoulders and nodded, he wanted to know more than he wanted to be left alone.

Yanagi sighed, “all right, just let me park so I don’t crash.”

Yanagi parked the car to the side of the road, away from any lights so it was hidden in darkness. He turned the interior lights on and undid his seatbelt. He rested his hand on the opposite door as he leaned over Kirihara. His breath caught in his throat as the Vampire leaned into his neck. Yanagi’s breath drifted down the front of his shirt, warm where it touched his bare skin. He shivered and clenched his eyes shut. He had asked for Yanagi’s help, so he wasn’t going to freak out and make him stop.

Yanagi made a small noise of confusion in his throat before moving lower, keeping to the warmest parts of Kirihara’s body. His lips parted as he moved down Kirihara’s stomach, eyes closing in concentration. When he stopped just above Kirihara’s lap the Hunter froze, panic edging through his shoulders. Yanagi politely leaned back, buckling his seatbelt and turning off the interior light.

“Well?” Kirihara’s voice was shaky; glad Yanagi had turned off the lights so he couldn’t see his blush. Okay, vampires can see perfectly in the dark, but the darkness was comforting, he could at least pretend Yanagi couldn’t see him.

Yanagi rested his hands on the top of the steering wheel, staring out the windshield as he thought over his answer, “I don’t know how to say this without frightening you.”

Kirihara’s jaw clenched, hands gripping his shirt hard enough to turn is knuckles white, “just say it then!”

Yanagi glanced at him before sighing, “you smell like a vampire. Not Sanada, even though that’s there. You have your warm human scent, but under it is something I recognize as the familiar scent of Vampire. I don’t really know what to tell you beyond that, Akaya.”

Kirihara was suddenly glad he wasn’t driving. He most definitely would have crashed. A Vampire? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

They pulled into the parking garage and Kirihara spilled out of the car, falling to his knees. Yanagi was at his side, hand extended incase he needed a help up.

“I’m fine! I just tripped on my own feet!”

Yanagi nodded and stepped back from the Hunter. He closed the car doors and locked them before handing the keys back to Kirihara. It took all his willpower to not snatch the keys and run.

“Thanks,” he turned and walked as quickly as he could, without running, to the elevator.

From the garage to his apartment was a blur, the next thing he knew he was standing in his bedroom and couldn’t remember how he got there. A sob escaped his lips and he violently ripped off his clothing. He tossed them forcefully into the furthest corner of his room and crawled into his bed. He slid his gun under his pillow after clicking the safety on. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep.
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