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Longing of a Half-Vampire	By : MysticExarch Category: +G to L > Highschool DxD Views: 34326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The footfalls of Issei's sprinting gait echoed loudly through the expansive halls of the Gremory estate.
"Crap," the so-called 'oppai dragon' blurted as he looked around, seeing no sign of his quarry. Of course. Gasper got a head start. I'll never find him in this place. Unless…
"Boosted Gear!" Issei shouted, holding out his left arm. It immediately dispersed Akeno's magic, revealing his appendage's true, red-scaled, and green-gem-studded form.
"Boost!" Ddraig's draconic voice echoed as the green stones glowed briefly.
"That should be all I need," Issei muttered.
"Transfer!" Ddraig proclaimed.
Suddenly, Issei's ears began to glow with the emerald shine that was indicative of his sacred gear's might. He stopped running at the nearest hallway's cross-junction and listed closely with his magically-enhanced ears.
"There!" Issei said aloud after focusing for a few seconds with his eyes closed. Off in the distance, he could hear faint whispers of Gasper's pumps on the marble tiling.
So, he went left, huh? Issei thought to himself. He must be running randomly. And there's no way I'll catch him when he has a head start like this, either.
It was true. Gasper had radically improved his physical abilities after a wild stint of determined training. He was no longer the weak, frail little boy that everyone had to protect. In fact, he was about on Issei's level, at least in speed.
Though he still looks as feminine and gorgeous as ever, Issei thought, his mouth watering slightly. Wait, am I really being a pervert right now? Time to focus.
"Boost!" Ddraig yelled. "Transfer!"
This time it was Issei's legs and feet that shimmered with green energy. They began to move at a dramatically enhanced pace, becoming a blur of limbs as the red dragon emperor charged headlong in the direction he'd heard Gasper's footsteps emanate from.
The many doors and hallways of the mansion retreated quickly behind Issei as he made his way. Before long, he was within sight of the blonde vampire.
"Gasper!" Issei called.
It was a futile effort. By the time that Gasper had heard him and reacted to the sound, Issei was already soaring past him. He did manage to catch a glimpse of the bishop's face, though, which was marked by blushing cheeks and tear-lined eyes.
"Whoa, whoa!" Issei said as he somehow managed to skid to a semi-controlled stop, nearly bowling over a small table with a very decorative-and very expensive-looking vase of flowers on it.
Gasper looked around in confusion, perhaps sensing the potential of some kind of threat. When he saw Issei shakily standing there as the pawn recovered from his frantic run, he quickly turned the other direction and tried to escape that way instead.
"Leave me alone!" Gasper blurted with a tinge of hurt in his voice.
"Look, Gasper," Issei started, "I only want to talk."
Gasper froze for a moment, then turned around to face his pursuer once more.
"I suppose I don't really have a choice," he said with his hands placed defiantly on his slender, female-proportioned hips. "You'll just outrun me wherever I go, won't you?"
Despite his attitude, the androgynous half-vampire's eyes were still downcast in embarrassment.
Issei was sure that he looked deflated. "Uhh…" he trailed off unintelligently before collecting his thoughts. "Look, it's not like that! I promise! I didn't mean to make you feel trapped, I just…wanted to say that I'm sorry, and see if I can fix whatever it was that I did to make you cry."
"Why do you care?" Gasper solemnly asked, his intensifying blush betraying his real feelings.
Issei flinched in shock. How did Gasper not know the answer to that question?
I'm not sure I do, myself, Issei thought.
"Well," Issei began, rubbing the back of his head. "I just can't stand seeing you cry. It's the worst feeling ever."
Gasper crossed his arms over his flat, yet still hourglass-shaped torso. "I thought that was your line for the president," he stated coldly.
"Well, it was. It is," Issei admitted. "But it goes for everyone else too. You're a key part of our awesome, kickass, Gremory house fighting team! Plus, you're a good friend. I don't want to see you get upset, Gasper-kun."
"That's not what you said back there," Gasper shot back.
It was Issei's turn to blush. That's right, he thought, I did kind of get all sexually aggressive with him back there, even though he is a guy. What was I thinking?
The answer to his own question sprung into Issei's mind when he looked back at Gasper. Aside from the pained and embarrassed look on his face, he was quite beautiful. The dress he wore was absolutely knockout stunning with its risqué leg slit, backless design, and passionate-red color. While his obvious lack of breasts was extremely conspicuous, Gasper had every other good female feature in spades.
Not that this was a brand-new observation to Issei or anything.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Issei said awkwardly. "I don't know what came over me."
It was the truth. Saying that Issei felt conflicted would have been the understatement of the decade. On one hand, he knew he'd have to be gay *not* to want to run his hands down Gasper's perfectly-proportioned sides, peel up that dress, play with his nipples until a girlish moan came from his throat, then silence the moan with a kiss against those inviting, soft, plump lips.
On the other hand, it wasn't as if Issei thought dicks and balls were sexy-looking or anything like that. He was attracted to pussies and boobs.
Then again, I have anal sex with girls all the time, Issei thought. With Gasper, would it really be any different?
He was getting way too far ahead of himself. At the rate things were going, it seemed like Rias and the other women must have been wrong. Maybe Gasper didn't like him, after all. Maybe everyone had simply misunderstood his recent emotional issues or something like that. Could it be that the whole scheme was a horrible idea from the start?
Gasper turned away, a small sob escaping his mouth. "Is that…really the way you think of me, Issei?" Gasper asked with a timid voice. "As a friend?"
"I meant what I said, all those years ago," Issei answered, reaching out a hand but pulling it away when he thought better of it. "I'm your friend, Gasper, and I'll protect you!"
If he was honest with himself, Issei didn't know if that was the right answer or not. Was anything about this even 'right' in the first place? Not in a moral sense of course, but 'right' for him, for Gasper.
Gasper suddenly swiveled back, his arms straightened with rage.
"Don't fuck with me, Issei!" he half-sobbed, half-shouted, his face a mask of sadness.
Issei leapt back with shock. Where was all this fire coming from? "Wh-what is…" he began confusedly.
"Don't pretend you don't know!" Gasper accused, leaning in and pointing an angry finger at Issei. "My emotions aren't a joke for you to play around with! I won't be the Gremory house laughing stock!"
"Gasper, calm down, ok? It's not like that. I don't know what…"
"No, I won't! I won't calm down!" Gasper continued in a red-faced rant, his eyes profusely leaking tears now. "First all of you insist on rubbing your relationships in my face, make me listen to the sounds of you fucking nearly every single night, and of course don't ever stop to notice what a toll it's taking until it boils over and finally affects you guys personally..."
"Gasper, I'm sorry about th-" Issei tried to say.
"Then, secondly, all of your girls pretend to want to help me, to be nice and understanding about me loosing control of my powers," Gasper went on, his crying-distorted voice bouncing off the opulent mansion's walls. "But it's all a lie, because the truth is everyone laughs at 'poor little Gaspie', the cute-but-pathetic bisexual crossdresser who will never be loved by anyone because he's a freak! A hentai! A weird little boy who's not enough of a man or a woman!"
All Issei could do was stand there in bewilderment. He was too overwhelmed by the power of everything the half-vampire was saying to defend himself, especially since he'd had no idea about the depth of these intense feelings.
"So thirdly," Gasper spoke after a much-needed breath of air, "all of you decide to trick me into dancing with you so you can publicly make a joke out of my feelings and get back at me for what I did! Right there in front of the whole devil high society! I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life! Do you know how much courage it took for me to even show up like this, let alone been seen dancing with you like that? Did you ever stop to think about me, Issei-senpai?"
Gasper's chest heaved at the conclusion of his tirade, even as more tears began to stream over his cheeks and drip on the ground below.
He took a deep breath. "I thought you were an amazing guy, Issei," Gasper whispered with his eyes closed.
Issei's heart stung as if pierced by Raynare's light spear all over again. It made a certain kind of sense. Gasper was wrong about all of it, but he could see why the blonde trap would feel that way. Despite all his progress toughening up, Gasper was still truly sensitive by nature. It was because he had been forced to be that way by the circumstances of his life, Issei supposed.
And if anything, he and the other girls deserved his wrath. None of them had even stopped to think about how Gasper might react to Issei suddenly wanting to be closer when he hadn't ever shown such interest before. Now that he thought about it, Issei could see that there was no way that he couldn't have seemed suspicious, especially with his flip-flopping back and forth. Gasper was clearly having a hard time reconciling Issei's sexual outburst on the dance floor with the way he had talked about being the blonde femboy's friend just moments ago.
I confused him. It's as I suspected; he does want me, but he only wants it if it's real. He doesn't want to be patronized. I guess I'll need to show him that I'm serious about everything I said, and didn't mean to offend him. But how…
"It's fine," Gasper mumbled. "You don't have to say anything. I always knew I was destined to be a disgraced outcast." As he spoke, the bishop turned to leave once again.
"Wait," Issei said, catching Gasper's arm at the last moment. It was a trick he was glad he'd picked up from Asia.
"Don't go," the red dragon emperor begged in a monotone.
"Why not?" Gasper cried, tugging on Issei's arm to no avail. "It's painfully obvious what you all think of me. I don't need any more reminders, thank you very much."
Time seemed to be slowing down for Issei. In the moment before Gasper tried to look away, understanding crystalized in his mind.
Issei was determined to right the wrong. That much was certain. He'd already known that, though.
What he hadn't realized until now was the best way to do it.
I don't know if I can be as attracted to, or as loving with, Gasper as everyone else, Issei told himself. But I want to try. The only problem is, I need a way to show him that I'm serious, and quickly.
It only took a split second for him to figure it out.
Without another word, Issei rushed forward and firmly pulled Gasper into an embrace. His dragon arm, which he had forgotten to put away, wrapped around the back of his waist, while his human one braced the back of Gasper's head and snaked into his luscious locks of hair.
Evidently, Gasper was too surprised to fight back.
It made it that much easier for Issei to kiss him. Forcefully.
As their lips smashed together, an electric surge of passion shot through Issei's body. The metaphorical 'fireworks' were there, and they were strong, too. Gasper's lips were just as soft as predicted, and they seemed to mold perfectly with his own.
After a few heartbeats without movement, Issei began to pull away. He was stopped by Gasper, who surged forward and savagely reclaimed the kiss.
Their lips began to dance, frantically wrestling for dominance. The kiss' passion multiplied exponentially, quickly evolving into an open-mouthed affair. The wet, sensual sounds of making out filled the hallway, spurring them on in a vicious cycle of pure lust.
Holy shit, am I really doing this? Issei managed to think. It was a monumental effort against the heavy tide of sensation. His saliva tastes divine.
With his heart racing, Issei boldly took the next step forward and rubbed his tongue at the entrance to Gasper's mouth, seeking permission to enter. It was swiftly granted.
As Issei plunged his tongue into Gasper's (unbelievably) silky, wet, and warm mouth, he felt the trap's hands wandering all over his body; caressing, squeezing, clinging for purchase in the wake of the powerful waves of sensation that he was no doubt experiencing. One played all up and down his chest while another grasped his brown hair. The feeling of them was like icy fire.
Issei penetrated Gasper's mouth with his tongue as if it were willing orifice for him to fuck, wrestling Gasper's tongue into submission as he did so. Moans began to emanate from both of their mouths, the vibration of the sound adding to the intensity of the moment.
This is an overload. It's like in the courtroom, but with kissing. I guess I'd forgotten how great new romance can be…
All good things had to come to end, and the long kiss was no different. Eventually, the pair reluctantly broke it and pulled back for some air. Their chests heaved as they stared at one another with glossy eyes.
Issei reeled, his head heavy with the afterglow of the make out session. He continued to be surprised at how unlike a normal guy Gasper was. Doing what he had just done…it felt like he'd just kissed a girl. Not that Issei could truly compare, since he had never kissed a normal, masculine guy before, but still.
Even in his hazy state, he could still perceive that Gasper felt just as good about the kiss as he did. It was almost as if some form of silent communication was passing between them in that moment. A vague, new connection that Issei still didn't quite understand had been formed.
Suddenly, Gasper's eyes shot wide and tilted to the left, as if reacting to something.
"Gasper, what's wrong?" Issei asked. Had he misread the situation?
Gasper didn't respond, just looked back to Issei and blocked out the side of his face with a hand.
Curious, Issei glanced to the side, seeing a male and female devil walking through the hall next to them at that exact moment. Their heads were turned inquisitively in he and Gasper's direction.
Issei looked back at the couple and waved with his left hand, only to realize that it was still in dragon form.
The devils giggled a little, then went on their way.
As Issei turned back to Gasper, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks: with his sacred gear still out, there was no possible way those devils hadn't realized who he was. I mean, after all the crazy things I've done, like beating Riser and smashing Loki with Mjolnir, I'm pretty much a famous celebrity. Moreover, due to Gasper's own relative fame (which Issei had no doubt increased by asking him to dance in front of everyone) it was obvious that the red dragon emperor had been caught making out with another guy. Albeit a cute, femme, crossdressing one, but still.
"Issei?" Gasper asked. "They just saw us…"
"I know," Issei rigidly said.
"The rumors are sure to go around, now," Gasper observed.
"Yeah, you're totally right," Issei responded. "But I don't care, Gasper. Everyone already knows me as a pervert anyway. Er…not that I think what we're doing is necessarily perverted or anything like that." He held up his hands and grinned awkwardly. "I don't think anyone will judge you, or me, but if they do, then they're a bunch of fools that I'll punch in the face. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'll always stand by you and stay true to my heart, if that makes sense."
Gasper stared back at him.
"Oops. Sorry I'm so bad at speeches," Issei apologized. "That probably sounded bad somehow…"
The next thing Issei knew, Gasper was throwing his arms around him and planting a smooch on his cheek.
"Thank you, Issei," Gasper said, looking up at him when he was finished. "You give me so much courage."
How did this even happen?
"Uh, no problem, Gasper! That's what I'm for!"
Gasper pulled back and chuckled. "I'm just a little, I mean, you never…"
Oh, right. We have to talk this out, huh?
"Let's just find a room. There's too many people around that could see and hear us again," Issei suggested.
Oh shit! That sounded wrong…
"Sure," Gasper said with a smile before opening a random nearby door and peeking inside. "Empty, probably guest quarters."
"That will work, I suppose," Issei replied as he held the door open for the half-vampire.
Gasper nodded and hastily moved inside. Issei followed suit, shutting the door on the empty hallway behind him.
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