Title: The Stories of You & Me

Author: Keir

Rating: T atm for swearing and sexual situations

The Gist of Things: Kyou hates Halloween and Haru loves it, so of course the ox is going to have a bit of fun...

A/N: So "The Stories of You & Me" is going to be where I upload any and all drabble I've written concerning HaruxKyou. I have a few things laying around here and there and sometimes I just get a scene or something in my head that I'd like to write but I don't because I know it will never be a full-fledged story, so this way I can write those little ideas or moments down and share them. :) Most of it will probably be adorbz fluff~ Just to reiterate, most of these will not be complete stories, and most of them will not have proper endings or beginnings as they will probably tend to just be "snapshot" pieces, but please enjoy nonetheless!


The wind picked up outside and the leaves shook on the trees. Kyou froze, muscles tensing as his ears strained. Bare branches slapped against the side of the house, making him twitch anxiously. The night was black outside, the deepest kind of black because of the new moon and the cloud cover over the stars. He couldn't see anything unusual out of his window.

The breath he had been keeping pent up whooshed out as he berated himself for being so damn jittery. It was like some scene out of a shitty horror movie. He laid back on his bed and tried to calm down. It was the time of the year he hated most, the absolute worst as far as he was concerned!

Halloween. What a stupid holiday! People dressing up in ridiculous costumes and running around like idiots begging for candy. Honestly, who thought that crap up? Of course what he really hated was the haunted houses! Just the thought of them made the sweat rise along his spine. He clenched his jaw at the thought of his own unmanly conduct when he was dragged through one of those damn things! The other cousins knew of his...aversion and tried their damnedest to annoy him by dragging him through them.

This year things would be totally different. This time he wouldn't make even one tiny noise!

"Kyou."

The cat bolted upright, all the little hairs on his body raising as his heart leaped into his throat. It took him a moment to process the silhouette standing in his doorway. "Haru," he growled. "Can't you knock for once?"

The ox took a step past the doorway, eyes locked on his boyfriend. His stare was almost...eerie, and it was creeping the cat out. "Kyou," the ox repeated, voice deep.

The cat was really getting irritated now. "What the hell do you want? Are we leaving for the festival now?"

A pale hand lifted toward the orange-haired boy. "Blood."

Kyou frowned and looked down at himself, wondering if he might have an open scratch from a fight with Yuki, but there was nothing. He looked back up at the ox and stared hard. Something was...off. "What the hell is wrong with your eyes?" Irises which were normally a warm chocolate were completely black. Kyou's stomach flipped over at the strangeness of it, but he tried to remain calm. The ox was stilling staring at him.

Hatsuharu's head tilted to the side, his face cold and blank. "I want blood."

Kyou scowled as his heartbeat picked up. Haru was definitely fucking with him and he didn't think it was one bit funny. He was going to tell him to get the hell out but then the ox's mouth fell open and the cat felt fear crawl up and down his skin.

Hatsuharu had fangs. Two white, pointed canines hung from his mouth, glistening with saliva. "I'm so hungry," the ox murmured. "Feed me, please."

"That's not funny, you dick," Kyou tried to hiss but his voice lacked power. He tried to stop himself from scooting backward when the ox started walking toward him again; his limbs started to feel like jelly. Those inhuman black eyes and blank, open-mouthed stare were really starting to freak him out.

The younger teen was crawling up the bed now and the cat leaned his torso back as far as possible without laying down to avoid contact. "Kyou..." His name came out as a breathy little moan that started the blood flowing south. Hatsuharu leaned in closer, turning his head and sniffing just below Kyou's jaw, still a foot away. Black eyes stared into frightened crimson. "Your blood... It smells so good..."

Kyou's heart was pounding furiously now. He jumped and almost screamed as a pale hand grabbed his shoulder; the fingernails were sharp and pointed, like claws. "H-Haru," he managed to whisper out of his fear-constricted throat. "It's not funny any more, okay? You had your joke."

Black eyes never looked away from their fiendish contemplation of the fluttering pulse beneath the tan skin of Kyou's neck. "Hungry... Let me just have a little bit..."

The hand on his shoulder tightened and the cat really did scream as that pale face dove between his jaw and shoulder. He felt twin points stab into his neck; he arched, gasping, and an arm wound around his back to support him as his body went limp with shock.

The only thought was, Oh shit, Haru really is a vampire and he's going to drain me dry!

The two fangs bit down again, reaffirming their grip and Kyou cried out piteously. Wet, sucking noises made him shudder and he felt a wet trickle down his collarbone. It had to be blood, his blood leaking out of him. He moaned in terror, feebly trying to push his attacker away. It was starting to feel good as his vampire boyfriend began to maul his neck in earnest; it was obviously part of Haru's new unholy magic to woo his victim. Kyou moaned and squirmed as he felt his erection grow in his pants.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, it ended as the fangs pulled free. Kyou went limp and cool arms lowered him to the bed. His breath came in short hitches, mind gone fuzzy. The vampire stared down at him in interest with cold black eyes. Was Kyou going to be Haru's first kill? No, he wasn't dying yet; his heart was still beating, though he was too weak to even move his limbs now. Was Haru just waiting to finish him off? Or maybe...

Did the ox want to "turn" his lover so they could always be together?

The vampire licked his lips and Kyou could see the sizable bulge in his leather pants now. The cat's breathing picked up in anticipation...

"What are you two doing? I heard yelling..." Yuki stood in the bedroom doorway, hand on a hip. He was dressed in a costume of Caesar, long white toga flowing to the ground.

Hatsuharu looked over his shoulder from where his hips straddled Kyou's and the cat wanted to shout to the rat to run, get some garlic or stakes or silver bullets or—!

"Ah, Yuki," Hatsuharu acknowledged in a completely normal voice, his face settling back into its usual peaceful, warm state. "Kyou and I were just having a bit of fun."

The wheels in the cat's head began turning.

"Well, hurry up," the rat said aloofly. "Tohru wants to put the finishing touches on your vampire costume. We're leaving soon." Yuki eyed them with disapproval once more and then left.

Kyou's hand flew to his neck then he examined the wetness on his fingers: the ox's saliva. Most definitely not blood. Rage began to spark in the cat as he stared up into those creepy black eyes. "What the fuck...!"

Hatsuharu's hand lifted, fingers wiggling to display the pointed nails. "Fake nails." A pale finger tapped the ox's face next to an eye. "Contact lenses." The finger traveled down to prick itself on a pointed canine. "Temporary fangs."

The older teen snarled in anger. "None of that shit was real!"

"This was." Hatsuharu rolled his trapped erection against his boyfriend. The cat hissed, back bowing upward. The ox took advantage and lowered his lips to the expanse of tan neck again. His tongue lashed against the skin, picking up the faint tang of salt. He ran the fake fangs along sensitive flesh, relishing the buck of hips below him. He bit down again, sucking with passion until the cat was a mewling mess. Hatsuharu pulled back when he was sure his boyfriend was pliant. He chuckled lasciviously as his tongue lathered the abused flesh again. "Oh, Kyou-kitten*, you're so gullible. It's so sweet."

Before he knew it, he was on his ass, the side of his face throbbing.

"You're such a dick!" The cat stood over him, panting and hair wild and face flushed red with embarrassment.

"I know; I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Kyou stared down at his boyfriend, disgruntled, then scowled. The ox's remorseful face was too cute to stay mad at. "I forgive you," he grumbled reluctantly. "Just don't ever do something like that again!"

Hatsuharu smiled as he stood. Yuki was calling for them from downstairs; they were ready to leave. His fingers reached out, brushing over the cat's arm, and Kyou warily put up with the touch. The ox leaned over and brushed his lips over an ear. "I'll hold your hand so you won't be so scared during the haunted houses." Their fingers laced together. Kyou snorted and gave him a playful shove.

The ox wasn't even going to mention the giant hickeys on the cat's neck. That would be a whole extra level of fun soothing him when he found out the side of his neck sported at least three giant purple and red bruises.


*Kyou-kitten would translate as Kyou-koneko. I just like the sound of it and I like thinking about Haru calling Kyou that. XD