Disclaimer: Don't own the series Beyblade and its characters belong to Aoki Takao. I make no money off this series of one-shots.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Yaoi, OOCness, AU, angst, swearing. Excuse any spelling/grammatical errors I make. Or point them out and I shall fix them.


Playing Human

Mortal

His castle is silent except for the whisperings of servants and the ragged, dry cough of the sick werewolf inhabiting it. Lupinex knows better than to attempt to shake the worried look from his lover's eyes; it will always remain there, no matter how much he protests.

The werewolf has aged and is now eighty-three years old. His deep blue eyes still own the same spark of fire they always have, just as his hair has always remained grey. But he is old, wrinkly and disgusting. Lupinex doesn't see how Sanguinex can stand to look, let alone kiss him anymore.

The vampire is still pale, still young, still absolutely annoying in his stance as he stands board straight by the window. Lupinex has always commented on how Sanguinex seems to always have a broom's handle up his ass. His comments haven't hindered his Sanguinex's perfect posture at all. Lupinex examines the air between the; he prefers he keeps his distance, in case Sanguinex caught his sickness, even though he knows it is stupid to worry over Sanguinex as he does.

Vampires do not fall ill, he thinks bitterly. Vampires are prone to nothing mere humans are capable of dieing from. It is the same for werewolves until they become too elderly to keep their bodies clean of diseases. Lupinex had been sixty-five the first time he'd become ill since his turning.

Lupinex smirks suddenly, "What the hell are you thinking about Sanguinex?" He asks in a rasp, a mere whisper of what his voice used to be. The vampire has begun to look as though in deep thought, his pale, almost blue lips pulled down into a frown.

"It doesn't concern you, Lupinex."

"I've told you before, it's Lawrence."

It had taken the better part of a year for Lupinex to train Sanguinex to call him Lawrence and it had only happened once without his prompting. The vampire seemed fixed upon the idea of renaming themselves, considering their old human lives had ended a long time ago. Lupinex however, doesn't feel the same and prefers his original name compared to his newer one.

Perhaps it is because he is futilely holding on to his humanity. Or perhaps, as Lupinex always claims, he simply prefers the more common name his parents had given him to the shit, weird-ass name his lover had chosen. Where'd Sanguinex get the damn thing in the first place? There was no way he'd made it up, it was just too weird.

Lupinex breathes in a deep, painful breath and releases it. He smirks again and pats the empty space beside him. "Sit?"

"You were afraid I may fall ill." Sanguinex says with a teasing tone, his own voice still the same, breathy tone it was when they'd first met. "Are you positive you wish to risk my health?"

"Fuck that, just come sit down. You'll live and a little pain won't kill you."

Sanguinex nods and Lupinex watches as the vampire gracefully glides over to the bed, sitting on top of it with barely drop in the bed's surface area. Lupinex frowns at the occurrence.

"Relax." He says firmly.

The vampire does and bounces slightly as his bum finally touches the bed. The look of distaste on Sanguinex's face causes Lupinex to chuckle gruffly, before he chokes into a series of dry coughs. He feels his lover's gloved hands on his shoulder as he hunches over, attempting to ease the hurt in his chest.

"I'm fine." Lupinex reassures Sanguinex.

Sanguinex nods and pulls Lupinex so his head it cradled against the vampire's thin chest. "I know." He says calmly, whilst stroking a hand through Lupinex's hair. The werewolf remembers a time he'd do that to calm him down, after fighting or seeing the Brat. "Now sleep."

"It's three in the afternoon, Red. I don't want to sleep."

"You will sleep; you're in pain."

"Am not." Lupinex answers stubbornly, "I'm just fine. Want me to show you? I bet I can push you off this bed just fine."

"Be quiet and sleep."

It takes a moment, the silence inside the room feeling oppressive and guilt-ridden. Lupinex sighs, "Fine." He answers sulkily and allows his cobalt blue eyes to slide shut.

Usually Sanguinex is aiming to keep him awake. He would talk to him, argue, and make him wonder about the world… The werewolf thinks it is because his lover is afraid he will pass on, just as their prey have. The werewolf nuzzles his nose into Sanguinex's silk clothed chest, and sighs heavily.

He is scared too. Lupinex no longer knows if he will wake up anymore. Sleep is peaceful, the werewolf is afraid he will not want to leave it once he is there.

His mind grows cotton and he is unable to think straight as the soft material of Sanguinex's gloves continues to stroke at his scalp.

Lupinex knows he will die. But Sanguinex will live and that's all he can think about. Lupinex doesn't ever want to face the fact that he is mortal, not until he is on his death bed.

His breathing evens and his mind stops working. His body feels light and his head fluffy. Lupinex can no longer feel Sanguinex holding him. Perhaps he is already on it, tucked in and ready to die. He will just have to wait until he is reborn to see his Sanguinex again.

Perhaps the heavens would have mercy on him and make him immortal this time.


Woffy: This series is dedicated to Weingummidrop, who I said I'd make fanart for, but I'm into inucest a bit too much to do it. So yeah, hope you enjoy. :D

I really like these series of one-shot things. They're refreshing to do. They help break up my homework and assignments and it's always nice to jump around fandoms. This is my second series of one-shots. As you can see, based on the pairing: Sanguinex/Lupinex.

Anyway, review please! I love hearing opinions, good or bad.

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