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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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Look, I know people are reading this, so if any of those that read this have a pairing they want me to try to write in, tell me. (Granted, I'm sure if you just wait it'll pop up ...no pun intended) I'm running out if ideas (that didn't last long, -ME- run out of IDEAS??), and I kind of wanted to use this story as an excuse to write as many pairings as possible. I already have a Golden Pair request from Yuukisan. Hell, even if you can think of a place (I haven't used already) for me to write a lemon in, TELL ME. I can't guarantee I'll use it, but I can damn well try.

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CHAPTER 23

Silence.

Vampires don’t breathe do they? Maybe he should ask?

Wasn’t it polite to talk after sex, or maybe that was just consentual?

Sanada stood somewhere in the elevator cart, far enough away that he couldn’t hear or feel him. If he pretended hard enough he could imagine he was alone in the cold elevator. Instead of laying at the feet of the Master of the City who just violated him.

His body felt like it had been ripped and broken and then tossed aside by something the size of an 18-wheeler. It felt like it belonged to someone else, his brain refused to believe that had just happened to HIM. Were his legs supposed to burn like that? Was his …he didn’t want to know if the burning pain inside of him was normal. He threw his arm over his eyes to block out the blinding overhead lights; his eyes burned and he was angry. Yet, he couldn’t seem to find the energy or even the will to get up and do something about it. He could only imagine the sight of the elevator. Shredded clothing tossed all over the elevator, blood pooling on the floor in several spots, naked and bruised body collapsed among the mess.

The elevator shuddered to a stop and the doors chimed. Kirihara heard the click of Sanada’s shoes on the metal floor and lifted his arm in time to see the Master stop in the doorway of the elevator, hand holding them open.

Yanagi blocked his pass and after a few words too low for Kirihara to hear he backhanded the Master. His hand flashed in a movement almost too quickly for tired human eyes to catch. The only way to even know he struck the other male was by Sanada’s head snapping to the side. He kept his head turned as he rotated his jaw, skin still perfectly white. Even a hit from another ancient Vampire couldn’t mar him. He slowly turned back to stare at the other Vampire before quietly stepping out around him.

Kirihara let his arm fall back over his eyes; he didn’t want to see the look on Yanagi’s face when he saw him. He didn’t want to see disgust or pity, not from him. His knees had locked, leaving them bent and spread open, almost in invite. His thighs hurt too bad to even attempt to move them, and his hips screamed at every small movement he made. He snorted quietly; hell, his legs were already open, every one might as well get a turn! Everyone else got a piece of him, might as well entertain the rest.

A light weight over his entire body made him jump in shock. He pulled his arm away from his face and ended up knocking a blanket away from himself. Yanagi squatted down next to him.

“You’re not anyone’s meat Akaya.”

Kirihara snorted, “you might want to tell them that.” His voice was husky and scratchy, tired from screaming.

Yanagi sighed, getting up to turn off the emergency stop and hit the button for the ground floor. He squatted back down and gathered Kirihara up in his arms. Kirihara cuddled down into the blanket, he wanted to hide from everyone. He felt like a little kid hiding under the covers from the closet monster, as long as you can’t see it you’re safe. Yanagi grunted softly and flexed his arms, compensating for his squirming. His arms were strong, natural muscle and supernatural strength. His chest was firm but flat, no swell of muscle to cover the bones. Kirihara wrapped his arms around himself, one hand wedged down his side to press into Yanagi’s ribs. He gently rubbed the backs of his fingers over the protrusion of bone that could even be felt through the Vampire’s thin sweater.

“You’re skinny,” he muttered.

Yanagi chuckled, “I was more of an intellect than a weight lifter.”

Ryou jumped from his chair when Yanagi stepped out of the elevator carrying Kirihara.

“What the hell happened to him!” He rushed around the desk.

Yanagi waved him back as best he could while balancing Kirihara, “he’s not feeling well, I have offered to take him home.”

Ryou frowned, noticing Kirihara’s bare feet hanging out from under the mound of blankets. He opened his mouth but seemed to think better of it and closed it, settling on frowning at the Vampire. Yanagi caught thousands of scenarios running through the twin’s head, none of them flattering. He nodded to the Hunter as he passed through the room, Ryou’s dark eyes followed him.

Kirihara buried his face in Yanagi’s shoulder. He was about to break into hysterics, he could feel it, but he wasn’t sure if he would cry hysterically, or laugh. He had been raped; and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He was raped by the Master of the City, a Vampire. He very well couldn’t go to the police and accuse Sanada Genichirou, head of one of the richest families in the city, of rape. His word against Sanada’s, who could mentally roll anyone and have them either completely forget what had happened, or could influence their decisions. A Millionaire versus a juvenile delinquent … yeah, he stood a great chance.

By the time Yanagi got him to his car he was laughing hysterically. It wasn’t that the situation was funny; it was just his body’s natural reaction – whether it be endorphins, adrenaline, or just plain stress. Yanagi slid him in the passenger seat and buckled his belt while his entire body trembled from his laughter. He couldn’t stop. People tended to think he was crazy because he always laughed when he was stressed …it was that or cry, and his body always seemed to chose laughing.

He was some freak accident, mutated by Vampire blood, tied to another Vampire through customs and a donation of his blood. Forever bound to that Vampire, like a piece of property. He had been violated and raped by the Vampire, and that was only several hours after he had blacked out from rage and came to having sex with his boss.

What a day!

Yanagi climbed into the driver seat, adjusting the seat for his long legs. He had grabbed the car keys out of the remains of Kirihara’s jacket and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot, keeping an eye on the still giggling Hunter. His laughter soon dwindled to quiet giggles and finally to quiet sobs. Kirihara buried his face in the white blanket and cried.

Why him? Why did every fucked up thing have to happen to him?

Yanagi reached over and gently ruffled his hair, fingers trailing down the back of his neck.

Fuck it! He was so tired of his life being dictated by everyone else, everything else. His decisions, his actions; controlled, recorded, predicted, like he was a fucking science fair project. He was tired of people taking things from him; for once he wanted to do something on his own. Not what his blood wanted, not what was expected of him, what his own mind decided to do.

He wanted Yanagi.

Both times he had been taken by a man it had been against his will. With Tezuka, neither had control over what was happening; and with Sanada, the Master simply took what he wanted.

He wanted to make that choice. He wanted to say, yes, you can have me. He didn’t want every experience he had bottomed in sex to be bad. His first time with Jackal had been awkward and quick; his body was too tight to be pleasurable. The time was still special to him, even though he’d never admit to being that sentimental. It brought him closer to the older Hunter, but also established their boundaries.

He wanted to take back everything that had been taken from him. Not just with the issue of sex, but his free will as well. He was tired of his blood dictating who he was. His blood – Sanada’s blood – wasn’t everything he was. His demons wouldn’t control him or those around him.

Fuck it.

Fuck it all.

He glanced at Yanagi, but the Vampire’s calm face remained on the road. Clearly he had blocked his mind so he wouldn’t eavesdrop. That was fine with Kirihara.

“Will you come up with me?”

Yanagi glanced at him, “pardon me?”

“Come up stairs with me, I don’t want to be alone.”

Yanagi watched him out of the corner of his eye for a moment, “alright.”

He smiled and snuggled down into the blanket. Fuck Sanada, fuck Tezuka, fuck the Organization, and fuck everyone. He was tired. Tired of it all. If they wanted to report on every little move he made, then he was going to make it worth their time.

He grinned mischievously, he was about to make someone’s life very, very difficult.

Yanagi pulled into the underground parking lot and turned off the car. He turned in the seat to regard Kirihara. “Are you all right?”

Kirihara shook his head, “I don’t think I can walk yet.”

Yanagi nodded and slipped out of the car. He rounded the front and opened the passenger door. He unbuckled the seat belt and hooked his arms under Kirihara and slowly lifted him out of he car. With a swipe of his leg he closed the door. Kirihara snuggled against his chest again, tucking his head into the crook of Yanagi’s neck. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Vampire’s eyes widen. He traced his fingers along the collar of the sweater, noticing Yanagi’s chest began to rise and fall a bit more rapidly.

He wanted Yanagi. It wasn’t because Yanagi just happened to be in the right place at the right time, in some strange way he had started to care about the Vampire. He was always there to pick him back up after Sanada broke him. Was it out of some personal gain? Only Yanagi would know that, but for now, Kirihara wanted to repay the small favor.

“Can you stand while I unlock your door?”

Kirihara nodded, he could stand perfectly fine. His body had slowly started to heal on its own, he had always healed fast, but it seemed that his body healed faster when he was angry; when he stirred his Vampire blood, so to speak. He just used it as an excuse to to feel Yanagi’s strong arms around him again.

Yanagi unlocked the door and Kirihara shuffled in ahead of him. Yanagi slipped off his shoes, but found his way blocked when he tried to make it into the living room.

“Is there a problem?” He tiled his head as he asked.

Kirihara let the blanket drop off of his shoulders, keeping it clasped in front of his chest. He felt feminine, but the slight widening of Yanagi’s eyes told him the effect worked. He stepped closer to the Vampire, tilting his head back to expose his neck just slightly.

“I’m not anyone’s meat? What if I want to be someone’s?”

“Akaya …”

“I want you.”

Yanagi froze in his next sentence, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he shook his head, “no Akaya, not after what has happened to you.”

“I was raped by your Master. I know.”

Yanagi flinched and looked away, hands clenching at his sides.

“I’m a broken toy now. Damaged goods, is that it?”

Yanagi’s head snapped back up, eyes wide, “no, Akaya, nothing like that. Never think like that.”

“Then why don’t you want me?” He watched as the muscle in Yanagi’s jaw clenched. It was working, and as he thought, Yanagi did want him. But he was afraid.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you Akaya, you’ve been through too much lately.”

“Too much bad stuff. Then show me what the good is supposed to be like. Don’t leave me to think that all sex is like that.” He dropped the blanket, leaving himself naked in the darkness of his apartment. He was conscious enough of his own body that he knew how to manipulate it. His skin was pale naturally, and when he was feeling sick it grew even paler. In the dim light it seemed to almost glow, moonlight skipped off his shoulders and hips. Yanagi’s eyes clenched shut and he tilted his head back, as if closing his eyes wasn’t enough to keep from looking at him. Kirihara stepped up closer, close enough that Yanagi’s pants brushed his legs. The Vampire inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. Kirihara tilted his head so his breath trailed along Yanagi’s collar.

“Akaya please …”

Kirihara licked his lips, leaving them parted. Yanagi’s eyes fluttered before a sliver of colour appeared between his long lashes. Without touching the Vampire Kirihara ghosted his hands up his stomach and chest, green eyes heavy lidded.

He rose up on tip toe to get closer to Yanagi’s mouth, he watched as his lips twitched when his breath misted over them. “I know what it’s like to be inside someone, how tight it can be, how warm …” he whispered against the Vampire’s mouth, lips close but not touching.

Yanagi’s breath caught in his throat, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He stood completely still, spine utterly straight. He fought to keep his eyes closed, to keep his body calm.

“… their muscles clenching around you.” Kirihara could see Yanagi’s resolve breaking. He felt the Vampire's fingers very gently brush his arms. Yanagi was fighting, and losing.

“Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be inside me?”

Yanagi’s resolve snapped and with a husky, “yes.” He closed the distance and captured Kirihara’s mouth.

Kirihara threw his arms around Yanagi’s shoulders and pressed their bodies together. The Vampire's hands circled his waist, fingers pressing into the muscles of his back. Yanagi’s mouth was gentle, no force, no bruising. He flicked his tongue against Kirihara’s bottom lip, gently rolling it into the others mouth when he was permitted entry. He used no force, simply letting Kirihara take it as far as he wanted. When the Hunter started backing toward the bedroom he followed. The two stumbled through the hall; Yanagi’s clothing littering the floor on the way there. When they staggered into the bedroom he broke their heated kiss.

“Do you have a lubricant?” His mouth locked onto Kirihara’s neck as his hands explored his lower back, fingers pressing into the crease of his backside.

Kirihara moaned, “ahh, yeah, in the bathroom.” He reluctantly pushed away from the Vampire and darted into the bathroom, praying it was there Kamio had left it. When he grabbed it and went back to the bedroom Yanagi met him at the door. He threw his arms back around the Vampire’s neck as Yanagi guided him towards the bed. His knees hit the matress and he collapsed against it, putting him closer to the Vampire’s waist. He ran his hands up Yanagi’s legs to his belt, which he started to slowly un-loop. The Vampire watched him through heavy lidded eyes, but when he went to undo the zipper Yanagi cupped a hand under his chin and shook his head. He bent down and kissed Kirihara again, forcing him back onto the bed. He crawled over the other male, hands running up his sides.

“I thought this was a night to give you a better experience.” Yanagi took the lube from his hand and put it on the night stand while he trailed his mouth down his neck.

“I don’t mind sharing the experience.”

Yanagi chuckled, “not tonight.” He started at Kirhara’s neck, and slowly moved his way down to his collar and chest with feather light kisses, licks, and small nips. He spanned his attentions down Kirihara’s arms; the Hunter squirmed and giggled when lips passed over the sensitive inside of his elbow. Yanagi placed a soft kiss on the end of each finger before moving back up and then across to his ribs and stomach. Each rib he traced with the edge of his teeth, a small whimper escaping Kirihara’s mouth. By the time he reached his navel Kirihara was moaning wildly and writhing underneath him. He passed by his erection and instead ran his tongue along the crease of his hip and thigh. Kirihara cried out and arched his back, hands digging into the sheets. A tremor wracked through his entire body when Yanagi turned his head and blew gently across his erection. He trailed down the inside of his thigh with soft bites and then lightly traced his tongue under the back of his knee. He brushed his lips down the length of his calf to his ankles. Kirihara moaned and thrashed, hand reaching down to touch himself.

Yanagi batted his hand away, running his tongue up the inside of Kirihara’s thigh as he brought himself back up. He bit gently into the crest of his hip bone, leaving red marks in the hollow of his hips. Kirihara whimpered, thrusting his hips up to try to get some kind of friction. Yanagi pressed his hips back into the bed and continued back up his chest, stopping at his nipples to suck and tease.

He dropped one hand down between Kirihara’s thighs to gently tease his sack and entrance as he popped the bottle. He pulled the lid back with his teeth, tilting it upside down to let the oil trail down his palm to his fingers. He pressed one finger gently against his entrance, letting the muscles give way on their own. Kirihara spread his legs wider and tilted his hips back as Yanagi slowly pushed a finger inside of him. The tears burned from the friction and the oil but he didn’t care! He moaned loudly and thrust his hips back against Yanagi’s hand, forcing the rest of his index inside of him.

Yanagi chuckled and pulled his hand away, clicking his tongue as if Kirihara were a naughty child. Kirihara whimpered but stilled his hips, he didn’t know how much more of Yanagi’s teasing foreplay he could take. Yanagi dripped more oil onto his hand as he slid two fingers inside of him. He thrust his fingers in and out, trying to get as much of the lubrication inside of him as possible. Kirihara threw his arms over his face and bent his knees, feet firmly on the mattress. He didn’t care how wanton he looked; he just wanted more of Yanagi inside of him. The fingers felt so good, Yanagi was gentle, not rough like his body was getting used to. When Yanagi pulled his fingers out of him he threw his arms off his face and pushed up on his elbows. Yanagi smirked at him as he slid out of his pants.

“Afraid I was going to stop?” He crawled back onto the bed, nestling himself between Kirihara’s thighs.

Kirihara felt him nudge his slicked entrance and spread his legs as wide as he could. Yanagi put more oil on his hand and slicked himself before very gently pressing into Kirihara. The Hunter arched his back as his body was stretched. Yanagi was about the same size as Tezuka, which was still well above average. His body tried to fight off the invasion, and as soon as Yanagi felt the slightest bit of resistance he stopped pushing in and instead made shallow thrusts, letting his body adjust to what was already inside it before forcing more in. Kirihara wrapped his legs around Yaanagi’s hips and dug his heels into the others backside. He wanted him inside as deep as he could go!

“Please Yanagi-san!” He begged, nails raking down Yanagi’s back.

The Vampire moaned and arched his back into Kirihara’s hands. He stopped making shallow thrusts and pushed in until their hips met. Kirihara shuddered and whimpered, it hurt, but it was turning into the good kind of pain. The pain of being full.

Yanagi slowly pulled out until just the head was inside and then just as slowly pushed back inside. He built a slow and steady rhythm, Kirihara’s body falling into a counter rhythm. Their soft pants were the only sound in the room, no screams, no fighting. Yanagi’s mouth caressed every inch of skin he could reach. He angled his hips as he thrust, searching. When Kirihara tensed around him and cried out he knew he was in the right spot. After hitting it a few times he would change his angle to purposely miss that spot.

He pulled out and whispered, “turn over”.

Kirihara rolled onto his stomach and Yanagi slowly slid back in. Kirihara buried his face in his pillows and screamed when Yanagi’s initial thrust hit that spot. The Vampire braced his hands on either side of Kirihara shoulders. His erection rubbed against the sheets with Yanagi’s slow thrusts, a wet spot developing. He could feel the Vampire’s legs flexing where they were pressed against the inside of his thighs. He tucked his knees under himself enough to angle his hips back and get some of the front of his body off the bed. The change in positions filled him differently, put pressure in different areas and rubbed against him almost constantly. He keened deep in his throat, rolling his hips and thrusting back. Yanagi rose up onto his knees behind him, chest curled over his back. Both of their bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Yanagi panted softly against the back of his neck, light moans falling from his mouth.

The bed creaked under their weight, pants getting louder as they both got closer.

“I want you to come when I do,” Yanagi whispered into his ear, voice deep from pleasure.

Kirihara moaned, sobbing from the need that thrummed through his body. Yanagi reached under his chest, hand running up to his neck to cup under his chin and tilt his head back. He licked along the side of his neck.

“Can you do that for me?” He trailed his tongue around the edge of his ear.

Kirihara nodded, eyes clenched shut. His body was reduced to a mass of nerves, all he could feel was Yanagi’s hand sliding down his stomach, the solid heat sliding in and out of him, the slide of slicked skin against his back and legs.

Yanagi’s hand gripped him firmly and he cried out, hips spasming. Yanagi pumped him in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the wet head. Kirihara’s arms trembled before finally giving out. Dropping his upper body changed the angle of his hips and Yanagi thrust into that spot, making him scream. He buried his face into the pillows, hands fisted into the blankets beside him. Yanagi untangled his fingers from a clump of sheets to entwine their hands.

Yanagi’s voice cracked, his pace losing its rhythm, “I need to know what you want …”

Kirihara shook his head, hair tossed across the blankets.

Yanagi slowed his thrusts, “how do you want it Akaya?”

“Hard,” he choked out.

Yanagi sank his fangs into Kirihara’s shoulders as he snapped his hips forward as hard as he could without breaking the cradle of his pelvis. Kirihara screamed and climaxed when Yanagi’s second thrust slammed into his prostate and his hand around him clenched almost as tight. Yanagi inhaled sharply as he came deep inside the small body, rocking his hips as he emptied himself, but careful not to force it out with erratic thrusts.

They slowly sank back into the mattress, Yanagi still embedded deep inside of him. He pressed his face into the crook of Kirihara’s neck, breathing gradually slowing down.

“You okay?” Kirihara turned his head enough to look at the Vampire out of the corner of his eye.

Yanagi chuckled, “shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Kirihara smiled and pillowed his head in his crossed arms, “I’m good …really good.”

Yanagi smiled back, “you do seem …better. Your …forgive my lack of a better term, but your aura and your energy aren’t as …dark.” He pulled himself out of the Hunters body slowly, both moaning at the sensation. He lowered himself to the bed next to Kirihara, elbow bent and head resting in his palm.

Kirihara stretched out his legs, a slight twinge of pain in his backside. He was content; there was no burn in his stomach, no fire to his skin. He watched the Vampire watching him and felt …happy. His mind had finally come to an agreement with the rest of him, one that he could handle. Yanagi raised an eyebrow at Kirihara’s lazy content expression.

“Can I ask you a few things Yanagi-san?”

The Vampire frowned, “I guess that would be alright.” He had tried his best to close his mind, but in his mental haze he had to focus more than usual and caught glimpses of Kirihara’s thoughts accidentally. He knew the Hunter had fought a mental battle with himself and won, and he didn’t want to tip the finally balanced scales.

“Why did Sanada-san save me when I was a child?”

Yanagi sighed, he knew this was coming. He rolled onto his back and hooked his hands behind his head, a masculine and out of place gesture on the elegant gentleman. “I wasn’t with this group at this time, I joined Sanada after he became Master, so I heard of this much later on. But when you were, four, I believe, Sanada had come across you and your family. It was Christmas time and he and Yukimura were out for a walk, something they do frequently, in a large market famous for gift shops. He had gone past the child-find station where a young couple was talking to an officer. The woman had long black hair, curly, and large green eyes. They were her most striking feature, which is why Sanada remembers it vividly. Her husband was a handsome man, short dark hair, and large almond shaped brown eyes. He had he sharp high cheekbones and a delicate jaw. “ Yanagi titled his head to look at Kirihara, “Sanada told me this story after he met you, that was how he remembered the details so clearly, you look so much like your parents it sparked his memory.”

Kirihara nodded, throat tightening as he fought off tears.

“He had passed by the couple without thinking much on it. He heard the woman’s brief description of their small child, unruly black hair, red winter jacket and a blue scarf. He and Yukimura continued through the market until suddenly a small child came out of nowhere and collided with his legs. He told me the first thing he noticed was the …his words, god damn mop of curls. The collision knocked the boy back into the snow. His cheeks were red from the cold, and his eyes were red as if he had been crying. When Sanada asked him if he was lost he nodded, when Sanada asked him if he was scared,” Yanagi paused and chuckled, “the boy crossed his arms and shook his head, proclaiming boldly ‘I’m a big boy now, I’m not scared!’.”

Kirihara blushed and buried his face in the pillows. Yanagi laughed quietly and ruffled his hair.

“Sanada offered to help the boy find his parents and lifted him up onto his shoulders so he could see over the crowd. He found his parents at the child-find, and his mother burst into tears the moment she saw him. Sanada will never admit this to anyone, I’m not even sure Yukimura knows the truth, I only know it because I happened to pick it up in his thoughts while he was telling me the story. When the child picked himself up off the ground, dusted himself off and wiped his eyes before proclaiming he was a big boy and not scared, Sanada saw himself when he was that age. He saw life, saw what he could have had if he hadn’t died. That child would get to grow up, to live a normal life, to age, and then to die. Sanada is forever stuck in life, as if time is frozen for him, and him alone. He is jealous of your humanity, yet drawn to your courage and your will. He gave you his blood, not to intentionally bind you two together, but to give you your life back. Literally.”

Kirihara bolted upright in the bed, staring down at Yanagi in shock. His image of Sanada shattered like a rock into a mirror. He felt his hatred of the other vampire fall apart like glass shards. Sure, he still hated the fucker, but he understood him. In a twisted sort of way he understood Sanada’s motivations and his actions. Sanada was still a young man trapped in eternity, his experiences made him old, but his mind was still young, and would be forever.

“How old was Sanada when he …uh, died?”

“Eighteen.”

Trapped in the mind of an eighteen-year-old, no wonder he was always so grumpy.

“What about you?”

Yanagi paused, “why do you ask?”

Kirihara leaned over the vampire and brushed his lips along his mouth, “because I like to know about those I care about.”

Yanagi ran his hands up Kirihara’s arms, fingers tracing along the bones in his shoulders, “I was twenty-one.”

“Do you remember much about when you were alive?” He pushed himself up enough to shift himself over Yanagi’s lap, straddling him. He felt the other male stiffen against the inside of his leg.

Yanagi ran his hands up Kirihara’s legs, gripping his hips enough to pull him slightly forward. “Not really, it was a long, long time ago.”

Kirihara moaned, rubbing himself against Yanagi’s length, the Vampire tossed his head back, a deep groan rumbling in his throat. Kirihara rocked his hips back, feeling the tip of Yanagi’s erection bump against him.

“Why did Sanada force himself on me? What does it mean to be bound?”

Yanagi’s fingers dug into his hips, bruising his already battered skin. “Because a Vampire is a being that survives solely on blood, it is sacred to us. We never waste, we never spill un-needed. At least, one older ones do not. To share blood with another Vampire, or even a human, without bringing them over is seen as a bond. You share your power with them, and they with you. Vampires gain abilities through sharing blood, especially if their partner is stronger. With a human, Vampires gain sustenance, and humans gain strength. Some Vampires take it far enough that sharing blood is equal to marriage vows. Sanada sees sharing blood as a bind; he has bound you to him. In a way, he sees that as making you his. He his hot-headed, impatient, and young, and often lashes out when he gets frustrated. Sadly he took this all out on you. It wasn’t all just you, everything that has happened is weighing on him because he doesn’t have control. Due to that, Vampires in this community are starting to see him as weak. He seeks help from Humans and shape shifters, therefore he can’t figure it out himself, right? Sadly, that is as far from the truth as possible, but there is no way to prove that. Marking you especially, shows that he has control over his Human servants, pardon the term, and that he is not getting weak. Sanada wants you but he cannot appear weak by approaching you normally. He is trying to gain his following back so they don't rebel against him in these dire times.”

Kirihara shook his head, Vampire politics, he didn’t get human politics so there was no way in hell he was going to understand Vampire ones. And with Yanagi’s erection nudging at him it was getting harder for him to concentrate. He'd think more on the Sanada issue later, he didn't want the lingering thoughts of Sanada to ruin what he had now.

With his entrance already slick from the Vampires earlier emissions he slid easily down his length.

Their second time was less gentle and faster. Kirihara braced his hands on Yanagi’s chest as he rode him hard, sweat rolling down his back. The Vampire raked his nails down his thighs, back arching. Yanagi pulled his legs up and Kirihara used his raised knees as leverage to pull himself almost completely off before slamming down, pulling Yanagi’s entire length into him. Screams and grunts filled the small room, a harsh contrast to the earlier soft pants. Kirihara bucked and squirmed as Yanagi’s hand pumped him. He came too soon, he wanted to draw it out but his body was too tired and the speed and rhythm was too much for him to handle. He splattered Yanagi’s stomach as he screamed, body clenching tight. Yanagi forced his hips down so Kirihara didn’t ride completely off of him. Holding the Hunters hips still he thrust himself in, Kirihara’s spasming entrance bringing him off quickly. Kirihara collapsed against his chest, eyes fluttering as he tried to keep them open.

“Go to sleep,” Yanagi chuckled.

“Can’t …there’s enough wet spots from me already, I need to get cleaned up …” he drifted off to sleep with the Vampire growing soft inside of him.

A distant ringing woke Kirihara up, he hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep. Kicking his feet around he noticed his blankets were tossed over him, whipping his arm across his head he managed to knock them away from. Patting around his night stand he managed to knock everything off of it before finding his clock. The ringing was still persistent, who the hell would phone at …

12:00pm.

“FUCK!!” He threw the blankets off himself and dashed towards the sound of his phone. He found it on his living room table, the call display lit on and the vibrations buzzing it across the coffee table. Grabbing it before it fell to the floor he cursed when he realized it was the Organization phoning and flipped it open.

“Kirihara.”

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS!?”

He held the phone away from his ear as the normally bubbly receptionist screamed at him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry …I just woke up.”

Her tone softened, “are you feeling better now though?”

Kirihara blinked, “umm …”

“Kuwahara-san told us that Sanada had told them that you had fallen ill and Yanagi had offered to take you home.”

Ah, right, cover story, “yeah …I’m better now.”

“Good, but next time I won’t forgive you.”

Kirihara chuckled, but it was strange for her to be so upset over a late sign in? Her voice still held an edge, like she was fighting off tears. “Did something happen?” He sat down gingerly on the couch, his backside raw and sore …guess that’s what happens when you have sex with three well-endowed men in the same day.

He heard her inhale sharply, “Hunters aren’t checking in. I’ve managed to locate everyone but two. I’ve phoned their cell phones and they’re out of service. I’ve phoned their parents and both boys never made it home …” her voice slowly grew more hysterical.

Oh no. “Who?”

“Momoshiro Takeshi and Kaidoh Kaoru, no one can find them.”
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