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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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CHAPTER 7

Tezuka stood at the head of the table in the large boardroom, all his Hunters assembled around him. There were only a few remaining Elites, and most of the faces staring up at him were young, too young.

“I have good news and bad news …” he started, “the council denied my request.”

A general outcry started, no where near as loud as it would have been only months ago. Tezuka could hear every individual voice, knew who was saying what, no longer were the voices anonymous.

“But, Atobe and Sanada have agreed to help us never the less.”

A hush fell over the crowd; the only one not surprised was Akaya, who sat at the farthest end of the table with his head resting on his folded arms.

“At what cost?” Momoshiro asked.

“Great cost. We defied the council. Treason is punishable by death.” Atobe explained.

“So why are you doing this?” Akazawa asked next.

“We have lost much because of all of this, and even we can’t stop this. Our only hope now is to work together.” Atobe answered, the words pronounced as if they were a bitter taste.

“Bullshit! You have never needed us before, you’ve never done anything for us!” Momoshiro growled, slamming his hands down on the desk.

“Momoshiro!” Tezuka growled in warning.

Atobe shushed him with a raise of his hand, “it’s alright Tezuka, let him have his say. Humans and Vampires have always had a long and bloody history. Long ago our race was almost wiped out because a few humans got a little too smart for comfort. If these killings and attacks continue, we are on the brink of another genocide …only this time you humans have much better weaponry.”

”Selfish bastard!” Momoshiro growled.

“Yes, but it is how we survive,” Atobe continued, not rising to the bait, “how do you think the humans will look at you once they know about what you really do? Will they see you as the hero? Or just another monster?”

Momoshiro’s words died in his throat and Atobe could see the realization hitting him. He could see it washing over the crowd. In that room alone there was a mixture of psychics, shape-shifters, and infected. How would the normal humans view them?

Atobe leaned forward on the table, “Murder, arson, theft …will the humans accept you as readily as you accept one another? Will they understand you as well as the rest of the freaks and monsters do? Our secrecy applies to us, as well as to those that hunt us.”

The Hunters fell silent. Atobe had a point. They had never thought about how they would be viewed, they were all caught up in how the Vampires would be viewed. But once the Vampires were out, all their dirty laundry would be aired, only this time even Tezuka wouldn’t be able to clean it up.

Momoshiro’s dark lashed fluttered against his cheeks, head tilted down. He took a calming breath and raised his head, violet eyes meeting with the Vampire’s. His jaw tightened in determination, “what do you need from us?”

Atobe looked to Tezuka; your Hunters, your call.

“Tell them.”

Atobe folded his hands and rested his chin on them, “the only way we can get you into the high-end places is if you are a blood donor. The ones with less security you can go in as pets. ”

“Blood Donors and Pets?” Mizuki asked. “Why do I not like the sound of that?”

Atobe smiled, eyes appraising the Hunter before him, “Blood Donor, a human who willingly lets a Vampire feed from them. A pet, well, I’m pretty sure that’s self explanatory.”

“What’s with the gothic dominatrix shit?” Momoshiro frowned, “I ain’t fucking doing it!”

“Relax,” Atobe rolled his eyes, “we don’t need every single one of you. You’re not the right personality for a donor or a pet anyways. Strong Masters once in a while take unruly pets …but Sanada isn’t known for collecting pets.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Momoshiro growled, taking a step forward, not quite sure if he was insulted or not.

“Male donors tend to be more effeminate, especially when they’re donors for men. They are generally unimposing and dependant-types.” His eyes landed on Kirihara and then Mizuki.

“You have a few in mind?” Tezuka noticed Atobe’s eyes scanning the Hunters.

“I do.” He smiled, eyes dancing. “As for myself, I prefer to take Shape-shifters as pets …”

Tezuka rubbed the bridge of his nose, somewhere along the line Atobe started enjoying himself. “It’s up to them if they want to volunteer. This is strictly volunteer, no one is going to force you. If you agree to this you can come talk to me.” He stood up, intending to end this awkward conversation and start delegating jobs again. “Another thing,” he quickly remembered, “I heard from Ryuzaki the other day. The Vampires were asking about …not a spell,” he paused, looking for a better word “…but a way for a Vampire to walk in daylight. They seemed convinced she knew how to do this.” Tezuka looked between Sanada and Atobe.

Sanada’s eyes widened and he shook his head, mumbling to himself.

“What is it Sanada?” Atobe frowned, concerned.

“No, it can’t be. I heard about it once, long ago. But, I never believed it.” The Master fell silent again.

“What is it Sanada?” Tezuka repeated, leaning forward on the desk.

Sanada shook his head, “I’ll have to go look something up …it’s just …no, I must be wrong. Give me a few days to get everything sorted and then I’ll let you know what I’ve found.”

“Of course,” Tezuka dismissed the Hunters. There was work to do. Saeki, one of the few remaining Elites with a full team, was sent back to Atobe’s district. A few nights previous Tezuka had received a distressed phone call from the Mayor, seems one of their main graveyards was infested with ghouls. Saeki knew the area, and had handled Ghouls before so he agreed to deal with it. Tachibana and his team slipped away immediately after the meeting, an anonymous request had come in, one wishing for complete secrecy. Tachibana understood the stakes of a job like that, as did his team, and had agreed to take it. That left Tezuka with a handful of Hunters, and a daunting task ahead.

Tezuka pulled Kirihara aside before he got swept up in the tide of Hunters. “Sorry, you’re on loan to Sanada for the time being.”

Kirihara nodded, he knew what was coming.

“If you don’t want to do this-“

“Tezuka-san, I already said I would. I don’t back out of my promises.”

“That’s what worries me,” Tezuka sighed, “keep me posted.”

“No, fuck you, and still no!” Kirihara stomped and crossed his arms.

“But Akaya, all Human Servants do this!”

Kirihara had spent the next two days sleeping, and those two nights sitting in his new apartment with Niou. Being a Human servant wasn’t exactly rocket science, but Sanada figured with his attitude it just might be.

He was standing in his new apartment in his empty bedroom, glaring at the Vampire perched on the bed, the only piece of furniture in his room aside from the dresser and floor length mirror. Vanity? Who said that!

Human Servants tended to be more docile and subservient. He was anything but. So, Niou had been sent to at least get him to PRETEND like he was.

He pointed to the clothes laid out on his bed, “go fuck yourself, I’m not a god damned gay Barbie doll!”

Niou sighed dramatically and flopped down on the bed, “the council EXPECTS this Akaya! It’s a goth bondage thing, I don’t know, pop-culture has poisoned our brains or something! All Human Servants are expected to show off as much flesh as possible, especially places where Vampires prefer to bite!”

Kirihara huffed, he had a few scars from where Sanda had bitten him, and where other Vampires had snacked on him, but apparently those weren’t good enough. The problem was that there was nothing fresh.

“Upper thigh, neck, wrists, breasts …these kinds of places Vampires like. Especially with a servant, it shows trust if you let your Master feed from these places.”

“I don’t fucking CARE!” Kirihara was on the verge of tears, mostly because he knew his did this to himself. For all his bitching and fighting, he knew by the end of the night he was going to be wearing what Niou had laid out for him and would be acting the perfect slave.

Niou sat back up; he scented the air and noticed Kirihara’s mood change, even if the little Hunter was desperately trying to hide it. “Akaya, if you really don’t want you, you don’t have …”

“Yes I do.” He hated it when Niou sniffed out his mood changes. “I just …don’t like it …this is going to help everyone, and I’m the only one who can do it, and it’s kind of my fault anyway.” He huffed and gathered the mass of black and red clothing off the bed, “but fuck you if you think I’m dressing in front of you.”

“I give you two minutes.” Niou grinned wickedly.

“Two minutes for what?”

“For when you come back out and ask for help.”

Kirihara made sure to slam the bathroom door a hard as he could without breaking it, his strength was becoming a little unmanageable and he was known to pop doors off hinges if he wasn’t paying close enough attention. Marui was out with Yagyuu, leaving the house empty; which was better, given the circumstance. He sorted the clothing out on the counter. Thong, garter, fishnets, short-shorts …how the fuck!?

“Garter, thong, then fishnets!” Niou yelled through the door.

“Not HELPING!” Kirihara wiggled into everything and then stared forlorn at the shorts. How the hell was he supposed to get into those!? He slid them up his legs and found they actually fit …a little too well. He cleared the zipper and pulled it up. Yup, there was no mistaking he was male. He turned sideways, more out of nervousness than vanity. The PVC material clung to his backside like they were painted on, which explained why he needed a thong.

Niou snickered when the door opened, it took a little longer then he thought but Kirihara was storming into the room.

“Can’t figure the damn things out!” He propped his foot up on the bed and pointed to the garter clip.

Niou slid his hands up Kirihara’s calves, feeling the rough material of the stockings and the hard muscle underneath.

“Quit fondling me and fix the stupid things!” Kirihara crossed his arms, an unmistakable blush across his cheeks.

Niou brushed his mouth along the inside of Kirihara’s knee as he fixed the garter. He hooked a strong hand under Kirihara’s knee to stop him from moving and let his mouth drift from his knee to the soft insides of his thigh.

“Seriously? I am so wearing the wrong shorts for this, blood flow is already being cut off to certain areas.” Kirihara swatted at Niou.

Niou snickered against Kirihara’s skin, his breath tickling the baby soft hairs. “It’s not hard to take them off.”

“Speak for yourself!” Kirihara squawked, attempting to retrieve his leg.

Niou’s mouth crept to the crease of his thigh, where the tight material bunched because of his lifted leg. “I finally have you alone, you really think I’m going to pass this up?”

“I have a date with your Master that says otherwise …” Kirihara kind of regretted bringing it up, but at the same time didn’t think he should be attempting to win over the Council by pretending to be Sanada’s obedient slave who smelled like sex with another Vampire.

Niou sighed, teeth grazing Kirihara’s thigh. “I hate you sometimes …”

“I know, but I would like my leg back, and I do have more clothing to attempt to mold to myself.”

Niou released Kirihara’s leg and let him turn to escape back to the bathroom …or so he let him believe. He had taken a good three steps before Niou pounced. He threw out his hands and caught the edge of the mirror to stop himself from crashing to the ground.

“Son of a bitch!” Kirihara cursed, the awkward angle making it hard to hold himself up and swat at Niou at the same time, “you did that on purpose!”

“Um …yeah.” Niou wrapped his arms around Kirihara’s waist and made quick work of the shorts. It was a little more work to get them down his legs, but he managed. “Now don’t fall.”

“Then let me get my feet under me!” Kirihara wriggled and aimed a backwards kick in the Vampire’s general direction.

Niou helped him adjust; bent slightly forward, legs spread, hands on the frame of the mirror for support. Kirihara glanced at himself in the mirror. Nice and awkward. He could look past himself and see Niou, the Vampire’s face was dark with lust as he dipped his head into Kirihara’s shoulder. His hand worked between Kirihara’s leg’s, drawing shuddered moans.

“It’s going to be a little dry,” Niou groaned as he arched over Kirihara’s back.

Kirihara watched in the mirror as Niou’s free hand fumbled with his belt and jeans. He sucked on two of his fingers for a moment before sliding them into the little Hunter, trying to make it a bit easier on him.

Kirihara moaned and tilted his hips, pushing back against Niou’s hand. It had been a while, but not that long! With a quiet curse Niou lined himself up and very slowly pushed in.

Niou was right, it was dry and there was a small twinge of pain, but the view more than made up for it. In the mirror Kirihara could watch the muscles in Niou’s legs flex, his jeans gathered around his knees; one hand was still teasing between his thighs while the other had a death grip on his hip.

Niou stopped once he was completely inside of him and let his head drop, forehead resting against the back of Kirihara’s shoulders.

“You okay?” Kirihara asked.

“Yeah, oh yeah. It’s just I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I’d rather not waste it.” Niou let out a shaky laugh.

“What do you-oh …OH!” Kirihara snickered and flexed his internal muscles.

Niou cursed and jolted, knocking his hips against Kirihara’s backside. “Don’t you DARE do that again!”

“Coming so soon?” The Hunter teased.

“You’re a brat!” Niou placed both hands on Kirihara’s hips and slowly drew himself out. “I just won’t bite you.”

A shudder ran up Kirihara’s spine as Niou just as slowly slid back in. He kept the slow and steady pace until Kirihara was practically sobbing and begging. In the fishnets he felt like a cheap whore, but Niou’s fingers kept tracing down his legs to play with the lace tops, distracting him from his embarrassment.

Not indulging him Niou continued slowly, angling his hips to gently catch him in the right place, but never enough to do more than make him tremble.

“You’re being an asshole!” Kirihara cried, wiggling his hips and trying to push back against the Vampire.

He quickly glanced in the mirror in time to see a mischievous glint in Niou’s eyes. The Vampire stopped completely, hands sliding off his hips. “If I’m not doing it right you better show me how.”

Really? He was gonna play that game? Kirihara growled and planted his hands flat on the mirror. Using his shoulders and his thighs he drew himself forward and then back, fucking himself on Niou. He thrust his hips back hard, enough to make Niou lose his balance. His speed increased until Niou had to grab his hips to get him to slow.

“Whoa there cowboy,” Niou chuckled.

“Fuck!” Kirihara growled; he was so close!

Niou held his hips still as he resumed Kirihara’s frantic pace, making the Hunter scream. He opened his mouth, fangs poised over the strong curve of Kirihara’s shoulder before he remembered why he wasn’t going to bite him. What he was doing was bad enough; he didn’t want to answer to Sanada for marking his human servant too. It was one of those ‘so wrong but I can’t seem to stop myself’ moments.

Kirihara’s cries became high pitched and frantic, his fingers curling.

Niou wrapped his hand around him and before long Kirihara came with a scream, legs buckling. Niou followed him to the ground, easing him to his knees. Kirihara bent forward, rising his hips up and putting his chest to the ground. Niou took the open invitation and adjusted himself to the new angle and continued, hips slapping against the Hunters damp skin. It didn’t take much longer and with a growl he came, realizing a moment too late that Kirihara was going to be on his way to a Vampire bar filled with a Vampire’s semen …and not the one it should be. A Vampire’s sense of smell was much more sensitive than a human’s, and the Council would be looking for something out of place. He had made a bad mistake that night, but given the chance to do it over again, he’d still be balls deep.

“Oops.” Niou chuckled, face pressed between Kirihara’s shoulder blades. He pressed gentle kisses to the damp skin, quietly hoping Sanada wouldn’t come down too hard on the little guy.

“Oops?” Kirihara mumbled sleepily, turning his head to frown at the Vampire.

Niou flexed inside of him, drawing a moan …which was immediately followed by a startled, “oh shit!”

“I think you better clean yourself out as best as you can …”

Kirihara sighed dramatically and flopped to his side when Niou pulled out of him. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“And quick, I still have to doll you up and we are dramatically out of time.”
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