18/06/2007 00:53:00

Fandom: GouGou Sentai Boukenger

Title: "Silver Rose"

Author: Trinity

Theme: #28 "secret"

Pairing: Souta Mogami/Eiji Takaoka

Rating: R

Disclaimer/Claimer: Sakura and Souta do not belong to me. They belong to the nice people at Toei.

Spoilers: My ancient unfinished fic "Ashu Blood, Ashu Love"

It was their secret, just between the two of them. Souta preferred it that way. He didn't want anyone to know about Eiji's blood Ashu heritage or the fact that he was Eiji's blood bitch or that when he and Eiji fucked every night, Souta would have the life sucked out of him during orgasm.

This was no different than before. Souta was so desperate for attention, for intimacy, so starved for love, that he would take whatever he could get…even if it was Eiji's fake love. He knew that Eiji was starved for Satoru's blood and that Satoru was the one who Eiji loved, but he didn't care.

It wasn't like Souta was worth anything anyway. He was just there because he had nothing else to do with his life. He wanted Eiji to mistreat him, to pretend to love him. It made him feel like someone actually needed him, even if it was just as a walking buffet table.

But GOD, Souta loved it when Eiji fucked him. Souta had taken many lovers, both male and female, and Eiji was by far the best. He was animalistic and passionate and just plain wild.

So, Souta savored those bittersweet moments when Eiji would come in the dead of the night, fuck Souta senseless and then bite into his throat, drinking the sweet life giving blood that oozed from his veins and leaving a weak, pale Souta behind.

Souta was willing to bet anything that he returned to Satoru's bedroom and fucked the life out of Chief. He wasn't sure, but it made him feel ill to see Eiji look lovingly at Satoru and then give Souta a devilish little grin.

Souta felt violated when Eiji looked at him that way, but grateful, for no one else would dare to look at him.

"It's our secret Souta." Eiji murmured as Souta came down from his climax. His eyes were wild and his fangs were out. "Can you keep it?"

Souta nodded, dazed and dizzy and Eiji's smile was downright predatory. "Good boy…" He murmured, stroking Souta's hair like he was a pet. "This won't hurt…much."

The bite was sudden and swift and Souta cried out softly.

Eiji drank until he was satisfied (Souta was grateful that he didn't get greedy and take as much as he liked, otherwise Souta might die from loss of blood) and the feeling of blood rushing out of his body and into Eiji's warm mouth.

When Eiji pulled away, he'd kiss Souta fully, forcing Souta to drink his own blood and then, he'd get up and leave Souta alone on his blue silk bed, still bleeding from the neck.

Souta would lie there for a moment, and then, after applying a bandage, go to sleep in his bed, trying to block out the sound of Satoru moaning coming from down the hall.

Our little secret… The words echoed in Souta's head as his eyes closed and he came to the conclusion that he would never earn anyone's love. All he'd ever be good for was a dirty little secret.