Bitter Sweet – Part 1
It was one of those mornings where Shiki woke up a full four hours before he was supposed to. Only to find that the very object of his rather disturbing dream was awake as well. Shiki hissed in a breath discretely as he caught sight of the blonde's lithe profile in the dim kitchen; his mind easily conjuring up images and sounds from his dream that had his loose fitting gray pajamas becoming far too tight and his heart rate increasing rapidly. He nervously took a step back allowing himself to turn around at the same time, body tensing ready to bolt and then-
"Shiki?" Takuma Ichijo's voice cheerful but husky from sleep; his voice made things so much worse. Shiki drew his lip between his teeth and chewed on it a second before releasing it, blood-free, and turning to face Takuma.
"Ah, Takuma. Good morning." His cheeks flamed, his voice sounded strained and off key even to his own ears. He was so aroused the other vampire could probably smell it. However, the blond was brought up in a proper household and would never comment on it. Shiki's eyes refused to meet Takuma's and instead looking for something, anything else to focus on. "Making coffee? Aren't you going back to sleep soon?"
A smile, he was beautiful when he smiled. The room got hotter and Shiki tugged halfheartedly at the hem of his over-sized blue-gray t-shirt.
"Hmm, can't sleep." Then Takuma turned around, thankfully, and reached up easily to the top of the somehow already opened cabinet, pulling down two mugs even as he asked, "Want some?"
Not trusting his voice as his eyes seemed to be traitorous enough, roaming Takuma's rear-end like it was piece of art, though it was- Shiki nodded, knowing that even though Takuma couldn't see him he would pour him a cup anyway. Unbidden a yawn forced it's way out of his lips and he stretched unconsciously causing his erection to brush a little harder against the cotton of his pajama bottoms. The yawn ended with an abruptly cut-off moan. Takuma stiffened just slightly and Shiki forgot to breathe, but then he relaxed and trembling Shiki did the same.
Looking down Shiki noticed that were Takuma to turn around he would notice, even with the little light that Shiki was a little more awake today than usual. The tent in his pants made his face flush again and he quickly crossed to the table, sitting down quickly after barely pulling out a chair. "Takuma, why are the lights off?"
A long pause as Takuma finished pouring the coffee and began scooping quite a bit of sugar and cream into their mugs. "I had a headache." Again his voice made a shiver run down Shiki's spine and he fidgeted, clenching his teeth and holding his breath to keep back a moan. Slowly, as Takuma opened the fridge, allowing light to shine out around his frame like a golden halo, and bent down to replace the cream, Shiki did it again. Takuma stayed there, bent at the waist and called over his shoulder. "Shiki."
He froze and forced a lazy grunt back to him. "Where are the scones from last night? I wanted to put some apple butter on them." Shiki curled one leg up onto his chair to press his foot into his groin. Before it got there however, a clipped 'ah' and the scent of blood hit him hard. Before he could stop himself he fell over the edge pants constricting around him and then sticking to him with a tell-tale wet spot.
Takuma whimpered in the back of his throat and looked back crimson eyes serious. "Shiki." He whispered.
"Y-yeah." He replied in kind.
"Who left the knife on the plate?" Shiki let out a soft whoosh of air and let himself deflate against the back of the hard wooden chair.
"I don't know, Takuma." A sniff. He froze again, and jolted up out of the chair. If Takuma didn't know before he definitely knew now. "I have to go though. Sorry about the coffee. See you tonight, Takuma."
He got half way to the door before Takuma reached out to lightly grasp his upper arm. He froze, that light contact causing the skin all over his body to tingle simultaneously.