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“Hey man, you got a cigarette.”
Keigo looks up at the figure standing before him, hunching over by his ear to be heard over the blasting music of the nightclub, neon lights flashing white hair, a pretty brilliant pink almost like candy.
“Yeah,” Keigo slurs, messing with his pockets and taking out a fresh pack he saved for moments like these. “Take a few, I ain’t using them.” he gestures to the lollipop stick in his fruity drink, a deep marmalade color with white sugars against the rim of the glass. “Trying to quit, you know?”
The man's gaze shifts to the glass, snorting a chuckle before taking a seat next to him. A deep metallic scent makes him feel queasy, shifting in his nose like a disease. All too familiar scent of blood ruining his appetite for the next week.
“I hardly think of a lollipop drenched in alcohol as a recovery gateway,” the man snarks, tugging out the stick between his thumb and pointer. “What flavor is this?” He sticks his tongue out and licks it. “Clementine?”
Keigo’s eyes narrow along the cracks of the mango flavored candy, purposefully misleading to easily detect a vampire from humans. A trick most trainee’s used if they couldn’t already smell the drenched blood scent vampires possessed.
“Yeah,” Keigo mumbles, plucking the lollipop from the vampire’s hands. He swallows his pride deep in his chest, feeling ill as he pops the candy back into his mouth and sucks on it.
“Interesting,” the man eyes his lips puckering around the stick of the candy, never wavering, lighting up against the switching lights of blue that make his eyes pop with danger and allure. “Maybe I need what you’re having. Must be pretty tipsy if you’re being so bold.”
“Mm, just pretty,” Keigo purrs, “and it’s not that strong.” He forgoes the metallic scent for the bright cerulean eyes that were sucking him in like a moth to a flame. “Has a bit of a kick to it, but once you get going with a few glasses here and there, it’s pretty easy to go with the flow.”
The man takes a sip of his own drink, a deep caramel color in a rocks glass practically half empty. A bit interesting since vampires weren’t known for their love of alcohol unless they had a full on problem before they converted. The pure vampires tracked under the commission's radars were even less known to touch the stuff.
Keigo eyes it carefully, drumming his nails against the countertop, “So… what kind of drink are you having?”
“Pure Cognac.”
Keigo’s eyes fly open, looking at the man like he was some sort of anomaly. A wealthy vampire? Those kinds of creatures were all being tracked down by the commission right now, every single one still in the country. If this guy was powerful and had any hand in society, he needed to alert the commission-
“Gullible,” the man chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. “Think I’d be in a place like this if I was drinking that shit? It’s just some rum mix.”
“...Funny,” Keigo mumbles, eyeing the drink with less intensity now as he shifts his gaze to the untouched cigarettes. “Guess you wouldn’t be begging strangers for cigs and stealing candy from a grown man if you were.”
“Watch it,” the man snarls, leaning just the tad bit away. “Or I’ll finish off that lollipop for you.”
“Go for it,” Keigo sings, pressing the candy up against the vampire’s mouth and nudging it just past the small of his lips. “Say ah for me, won’t you?”
The man hesitates for just a moment and Keigo’s eyes flicker with interest as the vampire complies, not grabbing the stick but parting his mouth, letting Keigo maneuver the candy past his sharp teeth and onto the thick of his tongue. Doesn’t even flinch while he presses the sugary sweetness against his tongue, rubbing it slightly further, deeper.
“Must really like this stuff,” Keigo mumbles, eyes fluttering down at the parted lips and gentle tongue kept flat. “Does it taste good?”
The man closes his mouth around the candy stem, half moaning and half humming in answer. His eyes are partly closed, white lashes fluttering against his hollowing cheeks while he sucks against the lollipop. The internal danger bar sunk to the ground and the temptation meter flying through the roof. Keigo’s thoughts enraptured around plump lips.
It’s only when those sapphire blues flutter open that Keigo’s rationality does a detour.
This was meant to be a honeypot mission anyway, what’s the problem with having a little fun? He could forget the metal in place of this man's enticing gaze, flushed with so much fever and want, he must’ve been desperate.
“Lollipop isn’t going anywhere,” Keigo breathes, pressing his stick in slightly deeper. “No need to suck so hard on it, sweetheart.”
The man’s eyes flash with annoyance as he crunches down on the candy and shatters the orange ball in half, bearing his rather sharp canines in the process, “Don’t call me that. I’ve got a name and it’s Touya.”
“So you’re not a fan of nicknames, Touya?” Keigo chuckles, unable to take his stare off the familiar weapons all vampires wore and reminding him of who exactly he was dealing with here.
Touya Todoroki, an A-class vampire under the commissions radar though he’s gone rogue and undetected for many years now. Born to a very powerful pure vampire family, kept anonymous by most of the commission. Though rumors among high class say he once belonged on the side of the hunters.
Not much else is known about him in terms of appearance, except his baby photos given to only the elites in tracking him down.
Guess Keigo scored a jackpot in this mission, if he could bring him back to the commission, he’d be rewarded heavenly for his incessant dedication.
When Touya turns away, taking the stem of the lollipop with him, Keigo briskly realizes his target is losing interest. He sucked carefully on the remains of the candy with a distant and closed off look, hand messing with the contents of his forgotten drink and looking ready to leave the counter, search for some other unfortunate victim to bring home-
Keigo wouldn’t allow that, not when he was this close.
“If we’re exchanging names now,” he grabs the lollipop stem still in Touya’s mouth, steering pretty blue eyes back to face him again. The vampire looked rather surprised to be getting tugged along like a dog on a leash. “You can call me Keigo, Touya.”
Touya’s mouth hitches up into a semi smile, lips still wrapping around candy and refusing to release his hold. If Keigo didn’t know any better, he might just think the vampire liked the taste of it. However, he knew how disgusting human food was to these creatures.
If Touya was sticking along he had something he wanted.
He's got the vampire on a hook now and like hell he was letting this one go. Not when he looks so pretty complying to his whims.
“So, are you here with anyone or can I take you wherever I please?” Keigo mumbles, keeping his grip around the stem firm as he leans into Touya’s neck, the scent of metal more distinguished- morphing into a rather sweet scent. It was combined with the rum from the drink, the mango lollipop, a distant scent of blood, and then finally- a subtle sweet scent.
Almost like honeydew– persisting underneath the mountain of disgusting smells, there was something pleasant there.
“As long as you take me somewhere nice and not the shitty motels around here, you can drag me wherever you need me,” Touya whispers, breathing heavily and hot against his ear. “Keigo.”
Keigo shivers and pulls back from the vampire's neck, finding Touya’s pupils blown wide and wanting. They looked hungry, as if all the vampire needed to do was sink his teeth into his neck and have a feast. All too familiar, since every vampire was the same. Though a traitorous part of him was disappointed.
Strangely enough, it wasn’t because he was seen as food, but because the vampire wasn’t acting out on his desires.
“Is my place good or is an upscale hotel better?” Keigo asks, reaching up and thumbing at Touya’s bottom lip still holding the candy.
“Your place,” Touya answers, lips moving along the pads of his thumb, full of false promises. “Hotels make my skin itch.”
Keigo chuckles softly, leaving his mostly forgotten candy shot on the bar counter for any lost soul to pick up and have. It didn’t seem as appetizing as the sweetness in front of him, starting to grow a little more alluring the more he let his guard down. A necessary sacrifice for the vampire to trust him.
“My place it is then,” Keigo slurs, finally plucking the stem from Touya’s mouth, finding the candy completely gone. He sticks it past his lips anyway, using his free hand to grab the vampires, ignoring how it almost felt cold.
Touya’s eyes flutter as Keigo huddles him close, reaching up to the counter to grab the unopened box of cigarettes as they head to the club's exit. There were no goodbyes as they stumbled past the mass crowd of dancing people and flickering neon lights swimming in their vision. Heading to the bright red sign of EXIT as their pathway finder, crowding out the door and into the night time air.
It was past midnight, sometime in the early morning now as the alleyway was filled with people calling cabs for a ride home or throwing up against the side of the building, having one too many drinks that night. Almost ruining the moment for Keigo as he operates them past the strangers, heading out to the foggy street.
“Wow, am I glad to be out of there,” Keigo sighs, squeezing his hands around Touya’s. “The scent of everyone was making me sick.”
“Mhm, tell me about it,” Touya murmurs behind him, half muffled and the smell of smoking filling the once fresh air around them.
Keigo glances back at the vampire, seeing him with a cigarette in his mouth and flickering on a lighter with his free hand, concentrating on getting it to light with the coldness of the breeze. He has half a mind to help him out, take hold of the little box and light it for him, but he holds himself back.
“This way,” he says instead, guiding them past the crosswalks as they head to his apartment, easily fixing them up on the quickest route home while he ignores the potent scent of smoke.
They make it back to his place in five minutes flat, Keigo tugging the sluggish man up the flight of stairs since the elevator was broken again. Then he was fumbling with his door code, which took him a few times to get right much to Touya’s amusement as he snickered behind him, but once it was finally unlocked they stumbled inside.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” Touya mumbles, eyeing the small apartment. “Got any roommates I need to know about?”
“Unless you want to move into the spare bedroom,” Keigo jokes, needing to tug Touya to his bedroom by his hand because the vampire was looking at everything including the gigantic mess of clothes and trash on his floor.
Being a hunter was time consuming, sue him.
“Beats my current living situation,” Touya mumbles, following behind with his head turned towards the walls. “Kind of empty, could use a redecoration.”
Keigo rolls his eyes, “You won’t need to look at it long, you’ll be too busy with something else.”
“Oh?” Touya chuckles, footsteps following in line with Keigo’s now, a more interesting pep in his step. “Hope you aren’t just spouting nonsense, I’d like to see you put your money where your mouth is…” his blue eyes hover for a moment, a smug smirk growing on his face. “Actually, I’d like to see you put something else in your mouth.”
“That’s why we’re here, aren’t we?” Keigo purrs, shutting the bedroom door behind them and pushing Touya to the bed, the springs of the mattress groaning against the weight. Then he grabs the vampire’s chin with his thumb and pointer, tilting it up so he can take a good look at those soft compliant eyes, eyelashes fluttering upward, “Though I think I’d like to see what your mouth can do first, give me the same treatment as that lollipop from earlier.”
Touya flashes his canine in his sneer, hand reaching back to grab at Keigo’s ass and tug him forward, “Trust me, you don’t want your dick anywhere near my mouth.”
“Your teeth are sharp,” Keigo admits, thumbing at the pointy ends carefully, making sure it doesn’t nick his skin and taunt the vampire with his blood. That’s not why they’re here after all. “But I’ll bet a pretty penny it’s nice and warm inside.”
He sticks his thumb past the prinkling teeth and presses down against Touya’s tongue, keeping his mouth open nice and wide. It looked like a normal human mouth, all the anatomy there except for the extra sharp canines on both top and bottom of his jaws. Spelt out a clear warning Keigo didn’t want to ignore, but did so anyway.
Many must’ve suffered a terrible fate under these teeth, getting cornered in the dead of night to curb the vampire's hunger. Attacked only because they were in the wrong place, wrong time, and no other faults of their own.
That’s just who vampires were, cruel, bloodsucking creatures who only cared about themselves.
“Suck,” Keigo commands, shoving his pointer and middle finger into the endless abyss of the lion's dens, testing out the beast's self control.
Touya is hesitant, eyes lingering up into Keigo’s as if he wants to say no but instead he wraps his lips nicely against the digits, keeping his jaw slightly unlocked so he doesn’t graze his teeth against the sensitive human flesh. The slight suction makes something deep in Keigo’s stomach swirl, urging him to press in deeper to see how far he could play.
There was something in Touya’s eyes fighting, the scent of a human probably driving his instincts on a haywire. It almost surprises Keigo that he hasn’t snapped yet.
“There we go, good boy,” Keigo ushers gently, thumbing against Touya’s bottom lip and rubbing it downward. “You take me nicely.”
Touya’s eyes were flashing with annoyance, impatience perhaps, but something told Keigo it was the nickname. Even if the vampire didn’t like it, if it would egg him on and snap, then Keigo could use it as leverage later on when he brings him into the hunters commission as proof of the vampire's scrote.
“Mmm, good boy indeed,” Keigo shoves another finger inside, spreading them wide. Index and ring against opposite molars pressing down; middle finger pressing up against the roof of his mouth and successfully opening him up wider. He can’t even stop his simpering.
Touya’s mouth was exposed and if Keigo really wanted to, he could probably break all his canines right now. Vampire teeth tended to be rather brittle, with a hard enough object, he could take all four out.
Then he notices the bottom ones, blunt and broken. Made something in him feel confused for just a moment, then distracted once Touya chokes on a groan.
“Please, hurry.”
Right, this wasn’t a take down mission, just an investigation. He needs Touya to trust him completely before he can take him out. The pure vampire is much too strong to go against on a whim.
“Sorry,” Keigo comforts, taking out his fingers and rubbing them against his shirt. “Been such a good boy for me too, you deserve to be treated.”
Touya wipes his lips with the back of his hands, eyes darkening at the name calling again. Whatever it was doing to him must’ve been good because the vampire's legs spread just a bit, exposing the growing bulge in his black stapled pants. Looked to be fully hard and waiting, just the slight darkening where the tip should be.
“Your turn,” Touya rasps, having a slight pink hue to his palish skin. “Your mouth next, birdie, show me what you’ve got.”
“Birdie?” Keigo asks with a snicker, kneeling down on the wooden floor that would probably bruise his knees later on, shuffling between Touya’s thighs. “Where did you get that nickname from?”
“Eyes,” Touya breathes, pressing his thumb underneath his waterline where heavy eyeliner lies, special markings that weren’t makeup but rather tattoo’s he got when he turned eighteen. Not for fashionable reasons or anything, but an earmark; or rather eyemark, to be navigated by the commission if he ever defected to the vampire’s cause.
It’s easier to track him down as the one with distinctive eye markings than a blonde haired man with golden eyes. Also made it easier for the commission not needing to keep his photographs on files for identity purposes.
The life of a vampire hunter espionage wasn’t easy, but it was…rewarding, to say the least.
“Interesting,” Keigo hums, nosing at the black pants silver zipper, finding it felt like plastic rather than a true metal. More evidence of Touya being who they all assumed was a vampire. “First time someone’s called me that.” Outside his hunter nickname, that is.
Being called Hawks was guaranteed to come with some sort of bird puns. Bird, birdie, chicken, feathers, birdbrain, squawks, bird boy, chicken wings, there were too many to count and they all made him sick when they were used in their usual inflection.
Though coming from Touya’s mouth it felt less of a tease and more of a desperate attempt for attention.
One that he was prepared to comply with.
Carefully, he unzips Touya’s pants and gets hit with the heavy scent of blood pulsing past his underwear. It makes him feel nauseous that someone could smell so heavy of it, throbbing so deeply into his nose. He doesn’t want to touch it, gut churning with disgust.
This is what was wrong with vampires, awful creatures that were bloodthirsty, no matter how hard they disguise themselves as flawless humans. Nothing would change what they truly were deep down.
Monsters.
Keigo reels his head back and tries to breathe in normal air for a moment, needing to put his nose to his palm just to ignore that awful scent. He’s been trained to sniff out vampires but never to smell them up close and personal like this.
This was incompatible from the training he was given before this mission, when his handler showed him the files of this man.
Not much known except his background and that he had been targeting hospital donation bins and was starting to become more of a hassle. Allegedly part of a growing coven that some deemed too dangerous for the city to handle and in need of abrupt extermination, therefore putting their growing and strongest hunter on the case.
Hawks.
“Keigo?” Touya mumbles, his cold fingers brushing at the hairs by his ear. “Are you alright? Do you need a moment?”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Keigo laughs it off, still feeling disgust in his stomach and unable to do anything about it besides sit there and lie. “Think something in the drink made me feel weird, must be the alcohol content. Just need a minute.”
“Alright,” Touya mumbles, getting up from the bed and leaving him to his devices.
Internally, Keigo was cursing at himself for being unable to do such a simple and easy task. His handlers would be disappointed at his lack of control and training. They’d probably put him back to the scent wavering again and wait until he could handle thick disgusting blood smells until he could prevent himself from showing his disgust.
Everything was so perfect too.
He had been put on scent patchers to make his human smell more alluring for vampires, he transverse to the most common vampire club where Touya was rumored to rarely attend but somehow was there that night, then even took interest in Keigo enough to come to his home rather than a hotel.
It was going so well and now, a once in a lifetime opportunity down the drain and hundreds of lives were going to be at risk for his negligence.
The sickness from the blood scent began to warp into a panicking one, stomach swooshing from a completely new and concerning reason. His failure was going to cost so much more than an upset tummy.
“Here.”
Touya’s voice distracts him as the bathroom trash pin was placed in front of him, completely empty and having a new plastic bag inside despite Keigo being a hundred percent sure it was spilling over the edges because he hadn’t replaced it in a long long time.
He didn’t have enough time for confusion, his stomach squeezing thankfully for having a safe place to throw up.
Touya rubs his back patiently, whispering a “there, there,” as he empties the contents of his stomach. Instead of packing his stuff and leaving, Touya sits there by his side, scrolling on his phone to offer him a bit of privacy. Not expressing any disgust. Just calming words. A vampire genuinely caring for a human.
It was unnatural.
Through the heaviness in his head from the alcohol and lack of oxygen, Keigo wonders if vampires are kind because they want to be or because they are trying to be human. Do they feel empathy the same way Keigo does? Or would Touya suck all the blood in his body right now if there was no risk of getting caught.
The next time Keigo inhales, he can briefly smell the swing of sweetness of Touya’s scent, the honeydew subtle but calming. Strangely it was more potent than the first time he smelt it, almost stronger than what was coming from the trash bin.
The nausea slowly ebbs away and Keigo feels something cool pressing to his shoulder. He looks down at it, finding a chilled water bottle against his skin.
“Might want to wash that down,” Touya tilts his head, lip tingling upward. “Unless you like the alcoholic after taste.”
Keigo smacks his lips a few times and decides no, he doesn’t like the sour after taste that burns in his throat. So he takes the water and chugs it down, washing away the unpleasantry with refreshing liquid. He is so thankful for the sweet nectar fetched from the rivers of the world. That, and the increasing scent of honeydew.
When the water is completely gone, he flutters his eyes open in the dimness of the room. He takes a look at Touya, who still was rubbing his back as he texted someone on his phone. Maybe another vampire.
“Who are you texting,” Keigo asks, raspier, now that his throat was rubbed raw.
“Toga,” Touya says easily, powering off the mobile. “She was just wondering where I was. Told her I’m staying over at a friend's place but…” he looks Keigo up and down. “I wouldn’t say that’s a great way to define what we are.”
Keigo huffs in defeat, resting his head on the trash rim, “Sorry about that.”
“You know,” Touya snickers, patting at his shoulder. “When I told you to give me all you got, I didn’t expect that to be it, but I’ve gotta say I’m impressed. Most people I know can’t go that long without breathing or they’d choke. Guess you’ve got some mouth skills after all.”
“Stop it,” Keigo groans, wanting to hide in his arms from the embarrassment. “I don’t usually do this, I swear.”
“Throw up after a night of drinking or take strangers home?” Touya asks nonchalantly, a cunning smile on his face. “Or take strangers home and then throw up, because I won’t judge if this is a common occurrence. Nothing wrong with a sensitive tummy.”
“My stomach isn’t-” well maybe it was a bit on the sensitive side, he couldn’t really handle the metallic scent of blood. “Neither, I don’t throw up and I definitely don’t take strangers to my house, that’s… well, this is the first time I’ve done this.”
“Huh, well you fooled me,” Touya purrs, wrapping his arm around Keigo’s waist so they’re taut together. “I kinda liked your act, made me think you were a player looking for a one night stand,” Touya maneuvered the trash bin away and threw a leg over Keigo’s lap. “So why’d you take me home? Need a bed warmer?”
Keigo feels a loss of words. His hands reach to hold Touya’s slender waist, much thinner than he was anticipating over the loose t-shirt but fitting perfectly between his fingers, gently squeezing softness. It makes Touya’s eyes flutter, rocking up in his lap so their chests are flush, Keigo a little close to the slight protruding of his pecs.
“Or… you had another reason?”
If Keigo wanted to blow his cover, he could tell Touya he was on a mission to hunt him down and send his half corpse to the vampire hunter commissions headquarters to have him dissected. Or he could tell him pretty lies and maybe score some lasting points with the vampire until he hands him over in the morning.
“You looked pretty,” Keigo whispers, finding more truth in his statement than he wanted to believe.
“Seriously?” Touya snorts, his nose wrinkling in a cute way. “Gotta admit, you’re not half bad yourself, birdie,” his fingers wipe against his bottom lip, then to his cheek. “Even if you got puke all over you.”
The embarrassment rushes back on Keigo’s face, so sure he wiped most of it off earlier. He must’ve missed a section.
“Sorry,” he mutters pathetically.
“Nah, I don’t mind,” Touya snickers, reaching up and holding both of Keigo’s cheeks, pressing their lips together softly. It’s mushy and sweet, overriding the sour taste from earlier. Then he pulls away. “You’re still cute. If anything, I think I like you more like this. It’s rather endearing.” the vampire stops for a moment, leaning in a bit closer. “Or, maybe it’s just the alcohol talking.”
“Let it keep talking,” Keigo whispers, eyes fluttering shut. “I like what it’s saying.”
His arms wrap around Touya’s waist, tilting his head up with the weight of the vampire’s hands, letting himself sink into the honeydew scent more potent with the growing smell of metal. Something that would be unbearable normally, but Keigo was beginning to melt into it. Churring turning to twisting, deep in his insides.
“Oh?” Touya grins, grinding down in Keigo’s lap and making his body tense, feeling his blood rush down. “Someone’s happy to see me.”
Keigo breathes out a moan while Touya ruts his hips forward, pressing his unzipped pants against his own, friction warm between them. He reaches out and grabs at the vampire’s thin hip, urging him closer, firmer.
“Mmh, mhm, yeah that’s good,” Keigo sighs, tilting his head slightly back and just enjoying this night for what it’s worth. “Just like that, firefly.”
Touya’s hips stop and Keigo wants to whine, eyes blinking open to see the vampire’s own wide ones. Mouth slightly parted as if he wanted to complain, but the words coming out empty and useless on the tip of his tongue.
“Why’d you stop?” Keigo murmurs.
“Where’d you get firefly from?” Touya asks, face burning up with a new color, as if this nickname is more interesting than the rest. Unbeknownst to him that it was the nickname given by the hunter commission, the target’s code name used on his files and when tracking him down. “It’s… kind of nice.”
Keigo bites his lip, feeling an ounce of guilt that was quickly wiped away by the intense pressure against his groin.
What Touya doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?
“Blue fireflies,” Keigo says, grinding his hips up into Touya’s plump ass, hissing when the vampire presses forward. “They are rare, only grow in one area of the world but your eyes-” those sapphire eyes practically glowing in the darkness of the room, blinking, reminding him of a firefly’s pulsing glow. “They look so much like them.”
“Sappy,” Touya breathes, wrapping his arms around Keigo’s neck and mouthing at his lips. “Really know how to make a guy feel special.”
“You deserve to feel special, firefly,” Keigo inhales honeydew, letting his lips graze against Touya’s strong jaw and press soft kisses against it, nibbling for just a moment. “Someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treasured.”
“Think so?” Touya laughs, but it comes off as forced.
“Know so,” Keigo sinks back into the suave he had earlier, letting his hands roam down further from Touya’s waist.
It must’ve been the right choice because the vampire bit his lip with a canine, a small droplet of blood beginning to bead. He feels Touya lean into his space, kissing him deep along and the blood staining his tongue, tasting strangely sweet. Nothing like the metallic smell, rather of something he could get addicted to if he wanted.
Suddenly, like a flash of light, everything felt right.
He didn’t bother to contemplate what that meant, far too preoccupied with the weight in his lap keeping them both warm.
Later, he decides, while grabbing Touya by his perky ass and hauling them to their feet; later he will decide what that meant. For now, it feels like he’s drunk all over again. That this vampire was calling him with his body, begging for something to hold him down and treat him right. A feeling that Keigo could satisfy, even if he didn’t know how.
“Keigo,” Touya purrs, voice soft yet tempting to stifle in the pillows. “Gonna show me what that mouth does now?”
For just one night, he’ll forget the man in his arms is a vampire and not wearing a human mask while playing him like a puppet. That the blue eyes darkening aren’t ones of the monsters told in folklore, but a human.
Just like him.
Human.
All the metallic scent from before seems to vanish under the subtle honeydew, feeling like some sort of drug. A vague part of his mind wonders if Touya was trying to convert him into a human vampire, but he found he couldn’t even care. All that he wanted was this vampire underneath him and drinking in every moan and gasp that came from his sweet mouth.
“Beautiful,” Keigo rumbles, nosing along the vampire's jaw and breathing in deep. “Gonna feel so good, firefly.”
Thoughts about the mission, his job, his dream- all of it was gone in a puff of air, a choked out gasp when Touya’s lip brushed against his neck. Not biting, but licking up a deep vein, right against his pulsing point. So sensitive under the threat of fangs right there, that could pierce him at any moment.
Keigo groans at the feeling of sharpness, wondering if this was Touya’s breaking point. Would he sink his teeth into his neck and wring him dry? Finally stop pretending to be a human and show Keigo the monster he truly was.
He anticipates the chomp, the pain, the agony-
Instead, Touya moans sweetly in his ear, fingers latching on his shirt as he keeps trying to grind up against him.
“Keigo, come on,” Touya whimpers, trying to reach his hips up. “Drivin’ me crazy here, birdie, can’t take it anymore.” His stifle moans sounding desperate, itching a very primal part of Keigo’s brain that said yes, it’s what he needs.
“I got you,” Keigo mumbles; peculiarly enough, feeling rather possessive over the snowy hair vampire as he drops him onto the bed, watching him sprawl out against the covers. His jaw felt strange, itchy, like he had to bite something to feel better. That he needed to bite Touya.
Maybe he did get turned into a vampire.
He couldn’t care less.
“Fuck, Keigo.” Touya kicks off his pants and underwear, then spreads his legs fully exposing his gorgeous taint, clenching so empty. “Come on, please hurry, need it so bad and I’ve been good, you know I’ve been good for you, please-”
Keigo’s mind went blank, reaching his hand to wrap around the vampire’s throat and watching him tense up with a cry, body practically trembling under him. It felt so different than anything he had experienced before, that this was everything he could ever want. That Touya was his now and he should treat him well.
But he was a vampire-
“Ngh, please please please Keigo, please!” Touya cries desperately, shoving Keigo out of his internal thoughts.
“Sorry,” Keigo says quickly, dropping down between Touya’s thighs and finding all the metallic scent from earlier was gone. It smelt so damn sweet, he felt like he was growing dizzy from the sensation. “Touya,” he whispers, spreading out the vampire's inner thighs. “You’re dripping.”
“Please,” Touya whimpers, grabbing underneath his thighs and spreading them out further, exposing everything for Keigo.
“Yeah, yeah don’t worry, firefly,” Keigo kisses against the plump of Touya’s inner thigh, but he can’t stop himself from wanting to bite down on it, grazing the flesh with the blunt of his teeth. It was so soft, felt so easy to rip apart, and yet- “Aren’t you sweet, taste so good for me,” then he bites down.
“Mh!” Touya trembles, his entire legs shuddering as he cums untouched, strings of white staining his stomach and chest; even reaching up to his face, right underneath his cheek. It was an entire mess as the vampire whimpered weakly, still sputtering out droplets of cum.
“So sensitive,” Keigo teases, lungs heavy with the scent of honeydew as he thumbs down at the vampires awaiting hole, too empty and needing something to fill it shut. “There, there,” he half soothes half mocks, reaching up to cup underneath Touya’s sack as he rode out the aftershocks. “You got it firefly, feel so good you just can’t help yourself.”
Touya throws his head back with a mewl, still spreading himself nicely for Keigo and giving him enough space so he can let his tongue testingly slide up the vampire’s rim.
The vampire’s cry was a call from the heavens and Keigo’s eyes dilated, licking up his rim again and feeling the thighs in his face tremble. Beautiful half choking half sobbing noises egging him on as he flicks his tongue against the hole trying to suck him in.
“Keigo, feels good-”
“I know,” Keigo whispers, lying both of his palms flat against the underside of Touya’s ass and pressing up, giving him more leverage. “Stay still though firefly, gotta treat you right, want you screaming my name.”
“Mhm,” Touya snivels, holding himself up as Keigo eats him out, rolling his tongue up inside before teasing the outside and circling around. Stretching him open nice and wide, each cry urging him to press further in until he couldn’t anymore.
Testingly, Keigo adds his middle finger inside and watches as Touya’s back arches with a sob. It was almost perfect, the way he bends and sniffs, accepting whatever Keigo gave him. It felt like he was drunk on the power rush, pushing the poor vampire down and showing him how he needs to be treated.
“Ah- wait, hold on,” Touya gasps as Keigo stuffs in both his ring and index finger. “Full, so full Keigo. Just give me a second to adjust-”
Keigo doesn’t wait long. He sees the way Touya whimpers, head thrown to the side and showing off his vein pulsing neck; and he decides that the vampire will let him know if it’s too much. Right now though, he is making him feel good, so he continues. Shoving in the three fingers to the brim.
“Fuck!” Touya wails, forgoing his thighs and gripping the sheets, the fabric rustling under the tightening of his fingers as he scratches and tries to regain his composure. Keigo wouldn’t allow that though, not when he was seeing such a cute side to him. All strung out and needy.
“Good boy,” Keigo mindlessly praises as he scissors out his index and ring finger, while his middle finger presses upward, rubbing slightly. “Feels good here? Or-” he fingers in deeper, stretching his hole wider, “here?”
Touya’s tremors worsen, shoulders shaking as he holds himself down, “Gods Keigo, you’re ruining me here birdie.”
“Good, I want you just like that,” Keigo chuckles, drunk off the sweet honeydew scent. “Come on, firefly, think you can come untouched again?”
He presses up and nails that bundle of nerves a few times, drinking in the heavy moans as Touya rocks back into his hands, trying to urge Keigo to go faster but he kept his pace consistent, pulling back with Touya hips tutted upward and pressing forward when he tries to scoot away.
The poor vampire is drooling in the corner of his mouth as his stomach concaves and hips shudder as he steadily and torturously reaches his peak again. So close it seems and Keigo can only watch as pretty blue eyes squeeze shut, holding onto the covers for dear life and then his eyes are flashing back open.
“W-wait Keigo, wait-”
Keigo chuckles, “Why wait when you’re so close? Want me to tease you longer or somethin’, want to keep feeling good?” He presses all three fingers up roughly, jack hammering them against the vampire's prostate and vibrating against it like a string. “Come all you want, Touya, I’m right here to make you feel good.”
“Ngh, it’s much, too much,” Touya gasps, flinging his fingers around Keigo’s wrist, holding on desperately. “Something's- weird, it’s not-”
Then he’s tipping his head back with an ear shattering moan and his cock pouncing heavily, before he’s squirting. Thin droplets of slick spray from his hardening member as Touya cries with it, taut like a string and screaming Keigo’s name. His back bent and tipping further into the pillows, whimpering and gasping.
Keigo watches in awe, ruthlessly continuing his ventures while Touya cries with it, trying to milk Keigo’s fingers for everything he had until his hips abruptly stop.
“Wow firefly, you surprise me,” Keigo chuckles breathlessly, using his free hand to rub gentle circles in the vampire’s thigh. “Didn’t take you for a squirter. You’ve made some crazy mess, huh. Can’t believe I made you feel that good you went ahead and squirted on me.”
He glances up at Touya, finding his eyes closed and mouth slightly part, breathing in deep and slow breaths.
“Huh,” Keigo blinks, looking at the now sleeping man. “You really do surprise me.”
Touya looks like a real person like this, just inhaling and exhaling as he sleeps through the noise around him. He didn’t even smell like a vampire anymore and Keigo couldn’t help but wonder if this somehow ruined his nose for good. Since he could still smell the distant honeydew but any metallic scent vanished.
The longing to protect, possess, claim, began to sink into the back of his mind. A part of him wants to stick his fingers into the slightly open mouth and let it catch on the canine, giving the vampire a last human treat before he’d be taken away.
Keigo doesn’t know why he does it, body moving on autopilot as he thumbs against the fang. It pricks through the skin, a little bead of blood dripping into Touya’s mouth. His breath hitches in anticipation, but-
Nothing happens.
“Weird,” he mumbles to himself, looking at the wound still dripping blood. “It feels like I’m going crazy,” he glances at Touya. “Or, maybe I’m not the crazy one and this is just blackmagic… Yeah, that has to be it.”
Keigo shakes his head, ruffling the random thoughts out of his brain so he could focus on his current mission. Handing Touya over to the hunter commission so they can execute him. That’s what he needs to do next, as soon as daybreak hits, he would trap him in his apartment and then call the affiliation to send hunters to his place; where they could sneak attack the unexpecting vampire.
Nervously, he looks at Touya again, finding a part of him hesitating.
“He’s a monster,” Keigo whispers, sitting up from the bed and rushing into the bathroom to wash off his face. However, when he looks into the mirror, all he sees is himself.
More monster-like than any human he’s ever met.
His eyes were slit and even though his canines were long filed down as precautions by the commission, it still felt like he wanted to sink them into something soft. There was no hunger, only an urge, a very confusing one lingering at the back of his mind and pounding to be let go. So very strange.
Quickly, he flushes his face with water and grabs a towel, drenching it in the sink before heading back to where Touya slept.
Easily, he washes Touya down with a wet rag and fixes their sheets. He slips him on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, then drapes a new blanket over his body. Once that was complete, he jumps into the bed beside the sleeping vampire and closes his eyes, willing to rest before he can think too hard about what he just did, what he’s currently doing.
Sharing a bed with a vampire.
Monster; Keigo reminds himself, the person- monster- sleeping next to him was just that, a bloodthirsty and violent monster with no empathy. That’s what he was and has to be, for Keigo to stay sane and not let regret consume him.
Oh but it was creeping up his spine like a constant reminder that he made this vampire come untouched just by biting his ass and then squirting on his fingers. Seriously, how sensitive was this guy? Did vampires have a secret sense where they were extra submissive to human touch, was that it? Or maybe it was Keigo’s human scent that made Touya hungry?
Keigo internally cries as he feels his cock pounding between his thighs and begging for relief it would not be getting. He had to have self control, for the mission, not masturbate to the thought of the vampire squirting on his fingers.
Well, maybe one quickie in the bathroom wouldn’t hurt…