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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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Yeah, it's been a while. I got stuck on this stupid chapter for the longest time, and I never really got a lot of time to work on it anyway. But, here it is!

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CHAPTER 19

“Humans are so simple.”

Tezuka rolled his eyes; Atobe Keigo had called, as promised. He was currently explaining in great detail the meeting he had earlier with several head officials and others of power who wished to remain anonymous.

Tezuka put the Master on speakerphone because his arm was starting to cramp and he had developed a twinge in his left ear.

“You tell them anything and as long as it is even remotely feasible, they take it! The story thus far is; the explosion was a result of a faulty electrical circuit in the basement. No one was killed in the blast, but it had managed to scatter the mob that had gathered around my building. It was unfortunate what happened to my girls, and I will take every measure possible to find out what happened and to bring those responsible to justice. The police found some of the vagrants that attacked my club, and luckily for us, they were in such an …ill-state that their rambling about Vampires were just chalked up to mental illness.”

Tezuka paced his desk, “that’s good.” He felt a weight lift off his shoulders that he didn’t realize was even there.

“Speaking of our wonderful adversary; I have spoken to a few powerful ones and they know nothing of this ‘Akutsu Jin’. That means he is neither Ancient nor local.”

Tezuka cursed softly, that was entirely no help. Sitting back at his desk he pulled open the top drawer and grabbed an un-open pack of cigarettes. He stared at the pouch for a moment, hesitated, then ripped off the seal and put one between his lips. At the flick of the lighter Atobe chuckled.

“That is a bad habit Tezuka. I thought you quit?”

He took a long drag on the cigarette, “I did.”

“Times are even more dire when Tezuka Kunimitsu cannot resist temptation.”

The Hunter laughed, he had quit cold turkey and had not had another one in almost three years; guess times really were bad.

“It’s been too long since I last heard you laugh, my friend.”

Tezuka chuckled again, “I was just thinking that times must really be tough if I’m willingly giving up three years of resistance.”

Atobe laughed, a dark masculine sound. Even over the phone Tezuka felt the power it held, the sound alone making him shiver. Atobe’s voice was a tool of seduction and he used it well. It was a gift that only a certain breed of Vampire possessed. His voice could put even the strongest willed of humans and Vampires under his spell. All save one. Yukimura Seiichi could not be tricked by the Masters voice.

The light on the phone beeped, indicating a call on another line.

Not a moment too soon. “I’m getting another call Atobe, I’ll have to let you go.”

Atobe chuckled, “of course, until then.”

Tezuka picked up the phone to take the other call, “Tezuka.”

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Tezuka sighed; he was neither surprised nor impressed at the phone call. “What do you want Fuji?”

“Preferably to talk.”

“You can come up to my office …”

“Away from the prying ears of the other Hunters.”

Tezuka frowned at the phone, “I really don’t have time for this Fuji, what do you want?”

“Has the conversation with Atobe-san made you that irritable? I think it may do you some good to get out of your office. I am at my coffin, come and find me.” With that the Vampires hung up.

Tezuka slammed the phone into the cradle. He really needed to disconnect that phone in the chamber room. He had half a mind to ignore the Vampire and continue about his planned evening. Fuji did have a point though; his office was starting to feel a little too small, a walk would probably do him good. He mulled over his decision as he finished his cigarette. After butting it out he got up to leave his office – after all, a pissed off Fuji was much more difficult to deal with than whatever mood he was currently in.

Kirihara’s head popped up from where he was pretending to study some old newspaper clippings. Tezuka’s office door had opened and closed and the Hunter walked down the hall and into the elevator. Not wanting to miss his chance, he looked around to make sure no one was paying an excess amount of attention to him and slipped from his desk. He casually made his way into the hallway where he broke into a run once he was out of view. Glancing back over his shoulder he jiggled the door handle – unlocked! Lucky day! He slipped into the office and closed the door gently behind him.

Not knowing how long Fuji would be able to keep Tezuka distracted he set to work immediately. He blinked rapidly as he tried to force his eyes to adjust faster to the dark. It wouldn’t do him any good if he tripped and alerted everyone on the entire floor that someone was in Tezuka’s supposedly empty office. Careful not to disturb any of the boxes on the floor he skirted around them to the file cabinet by the heavily curtained window. He took out his small penlight and clamped it between his teeth, shining the small light over the letters in the corners of the drawers. Pulling his lock-picking kit out of the back of his pants and flipped the small pouch open. The kit was standard for any Hunters tired of getting caught kicking in a door.

He popped the lock with practiced ease on the drawer labeled ‘H – O’ and shoved the tools behind his ears and the pouch back down the back of his belt. He thumbed through the files until he found his name written on a white label in Tezuka’s neat writing. He pulled the file out and tucked it under his sweater; he wasn’t going to take the time to read the file there. He had his apartment back so there was the best place to read the file without getting caught.

He closed the cabinet and checked to make sure it relocked and tucked his tools back where they belonged. Skirting back around the obstacles on the floor he glanced around the room once more to make sure it looked the same as when he entered. With an almost inaudible creak he pushed the door open enough to get a clear view of the hallway.

It was clear.

Slipping out he closed the door behind him and made his way to the elevator as quickly as possible. Now was not the time to get caught. The file bounced against the elastic hem of his sweater and he tucked his hands into the stomach pouch to wrap his fingers around the edge to keep it from slipping.

He just needed to get to his car and everything would be better. Just out of the building. He leaned against the back wall of the elevator and watched the numbers drop. Sweat prickled at the back of his neck, but it wasn’t because he was hot. He wasn’t a novice when it came to stealing, just stealing from his boss. It was a stupid idea, but he needed to know what was in that file. He just hoped it was what he was looking for - and that wasn’t more questions.

He slipped through the lobby and out into the cool night air. He was free. He did it.

Tezuka’s heavy footfalls echoed loudly through the stone hallway. The fluorescent lights over head turned the grey rock almost bleach white. The coffin chamber he was headed to was at the end of the long hallway, past the solitary chambers and cells. The doors sat slightly ajar. Being neither close to the full moon or holding something dangerous, they sat harmlessly open. He stepped through the large arched doorway, the torches inset flickering from his sudden pass.

Fuji was perched on top of his small pearl-white coffin. He trailed his fingers around the silver cross at the head of the coffin.

“Hundreds of years ago the Church wanted to show their power over the Vampires to reinforce everyone’s belief in them so they told their followers that we could be repelled by their holy items.”

Tezuka frowned, “I’m aware of the story.”

Fuji chuckled softly, “humans are fickle things.” He tilted his head to allow the light to catch in his startling blue eyes. He narrowed them again as Tezuka moved towards him.

“What’s so important I had to come all the way down here?”

Fuji smiled, Tezuka had stepped into his web the moment he accepted his invitation. Now he just had to play the game right. “I had originally wanted to talk to you about Yuuta-“ Tezuka rolled his eyes, “but …” he slipped off the coffin and lightly walked up to Tezuka, “now …”

“Now?” Tezuka arched an eyebrow.

“Now I’m afraid I have other plans …”

Tezuka shook his head and turned to stalk out of the chamber, “I don’t have time for this Fuji.”

“But you have time to entertain your little Hunter?” Fuji spat the word ‘entertain’, making sure Tezuka caught the double meaning.

“That’s none of your business,” Tezuka growled, turning back to glare down at the Vampire.

“You know me well enough to know I would make it my business. You have been seeing me less because you’ve decided to play with your little human instead.” He stepped up closer to the Hunter, his breath ghosting across the curve of Tezuka’s neck. “I think you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a Vampire’s body …”

“Fuji,” Tezuka growled in warning.

“Trying to forget what your blood wants? Do you think that being with a human will make you forget what you really are-“

Tezuka grabbed the Vampire by the shoulder and spun him around to slam him face down on his coffin. Fuji gasped in shock, nails of his free hand scratching at the white surface as he tried to push himself up.

“I know what I am!” Tezuka leaned over his back to growl in his ear, “I don’t need you to rub it in my face!”

Fuji rolled his hips so they rubbed against the front of the Hunter’s pants, “then prove it.”

Tezuka knotted his fist into the back of Fuji’s shirt and slammed him back down against the coffin. The Vampire grinned to himself as he heard Tezuka fumbling with his belt. He knew the Hunter would only push as far as he would let him, the moment he cried foul he would stop. Fuji had no intention of stopping him. How own pants were quickly ripped from his waist, Tezuka’s weight still keeping him against the coffin. If he fought too much Tezuka would let him go, so he knew to struggle only enough to keep them both turned on, but no enough to seem like he was trying to get away.

Tezuka ran his palm up Fuji’s spine, pushing his thin shirt up under his arms. His body was stuck in the middle of puberty, the point between being feminine and blossoming into a male. His waist was thin, but his frame had started to broaden, giving him the image of having curvy little hips. Ryoma had the same build, thin muscular back, curvy hips and rounded shoulders. Tezuka pressed his mouth to the hollow between Fuji’s shoulder blades as he eased himself into the tight body.

Fuji moaned wantonly as he wiggled and arched his hips to help Tezuka enter. The angle was tough on both of him, but there was something blasphemous and erotic about having sex on a pure white coffin.

Unlike with Ryoma Tezuka didn’t have to hold himself back. He slammed in as deeply as he could, not pausing to wait for Fuji to adjust. His immortal body would heal almost as quickly as the damage was inflicted.

Tezuka reached around the front of the vampire to rub his hand along his stomach. His body was soft, no hard rippling of muscle like Ryoma. For all he knew he could have been doing a young girl. Fuji’s groin only had the soft powder of beginning pubic hair, not even far enough along to have his voice drop completely. His erection was small and curved perfectly in the palm of Tezuka’s large hand.

Fuji screamed and thrashed, crying out the Hunters name over and over. His body ripped and then stitched back together as Tezuka withdrew his entire length, only to tear all over again as he slammed in. The force pushed the blood out of him before he could heal it back up, it trickled down his pale legs in thin rivers.

Tezuka slammed Fuji’s chest against the coffin one more time before releasing his shirt and holding his wrist in front of the Vampires face. Fuji grabbed his arm with both hands and sank his fangs into the inside of Tezuka’s wrist. Both males cried out, one in pleasure and one in pain.

Fuji released his wrist long enough to scream as he climaxed, splattering the side of his coffin with a pinkish fluid.

“Shit!” Tezuka arched forward and ripped his hand away from the Vampire’s mouth as Fuji’s internal muscle clamp almost painfully tight. He braced both hands on the coffin and pulled out as he came, semen trailing down Fuji’s backside and legs.

The vampire moaned as he stretched his arms, “you never come inside me, it’s not like I can get pregnant you know.”

Tezuka buried his face in Fuji’s hair and chuckled, “it looks better on you.”
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