Hello my amazing little darling's~. Here's a new story I've come up with. So without the A/N up here I have 1,731 words... and I'm a little miffed I didn't get 2000. But maybe if I edit it I'll be able to fit in another couple hundred words somewhere~. Well I'm hoping for a lot of reviews on this story, well hell even one review will make me happy, so I hope you enjoy~. If you can think of a better title for this then tell me ._. Please.
Blood Lust Chapter 1
There are things in this world that are contradictory to and of each other, such as human beings, desires, pain and pleasure, and even life and death. And those contradictory feelings are fleeting, just like time. Seconds lay way to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours become months, and months melt together to form years. Despite how long it seems to take, it is really quite short. Like when the feelings of contradiction finally stop competing against each other, fading into the rearmost corner of ones' mind.
Crystal clear eyes the color of cool aqua observed the people around. There was no trust in these people, nor was there any emotional attachment. Of course if he had either of those feelings he would probably end up dead. In this world it was dangerous just to be seen, yet he was always in the open.
"Tetsuya," ears perked at the sound of his name, his eyes drifting in the direction it had been spoken from. Given the tone, the young man had basically figured out what was going to be said, and without a sound he released the safety of his gun, cocked it back, pointed it to the left and fired. A gasp of pain, the sound of a gurgle as the victim choked on his own blood, and then an eerie silence. "Good job, Tetsuya." Tetsuya, with eyes distant yet still clear, stared at the man he brought down, at the blood that was slowly pooling around his body. He stared at the blood as if in a trance, giving a startled jerk of his body when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Years of training conditioned his self to have his gun point automatically at whoever touched him, but when his unfocused eyes cleared he lowered the gleaming black metal back to his side. Honestly he was more than a little ashamed.
"It's rude to point a gun at your owner, Tetsuya," the man practically hummed out, his heterochromatic eyes glowing with amusement. He had been in the wrong though- admittedly- so he didn't push the subject. All he did was wait to hear an apology spoken in a monotone from the slightly younger man.
It was the blood from earlier in the evening that put him in this state. It had to be. The sight of blood always made his body burn, churning his insides one way then another. His own blood was practically begging for relief, which after a few months of stubbornness he finally granted. Taking the knife to his palm after unbuttoning his pants, letting them slide to the floor to reveal nothing was worn underneath; Tetsuya gave the flesh a nice clean cut as his eyes watched the liquid of crimson bubble to the surface. Immediately his member grew harder than it had previously been. With a low groan Tetsuya wrapped his bloody fingers around the sensitive flesh of his penis, hissing when the warmth of the blood on his palm was placed fully against the shaft. That was how Akashi Seijuurou found him, with his blood dripping down his aching arousal, some scarlet drops sliding down his milky white thighs, his face flushed while his breath came out in shallow pants, and those normally clear eyes glazed in what could only be bloodlust. And Tetsuya who had already been on edge came with a moan when his unfocused eyes saw that brilliant crimson hair.
Heterochromatic eyes of red and yellow stared at the body trembling from the after effects of his orgasm. Those eyes were still very unfocused as Akashi crouched down in front of him, placing a hand on silken sky blue locks with a small smirk of amusement pulling at his lips when Tetsuya practically nuzzled against his hand. Like this the young man was almost like a child. "Do you like blood?" He asked giving the bleeding palm a pointed look. Tetsuya gave him such an innocently warm smile and mumbled in his soft voice,
"I love the color… and the pain." Now that wasn't as surprising as it should have been. Little Tetsuya was a masochist…. Did the young man even realize that?
Akashi's mind was whirling with ideas. He could use this newfound information to his advantage. The smirk on his face intensified. Before he could say anything, though, Tetsuya's aqua eyes cleared. A look of confusion flickered across pale features before recognition then followed with a sound of embarrassment and an expression of pure humiliated shame.
What had he done? Lowering his gaze the young man stared at his blood coated penis, even more ashamed when he showed a small sign of arousal. Immediately he curled in on himself, hiding his exposure bodily. "I'm sorry," the apology was weak and repeated over and over again, shamed beyond bearable limits as he continued to harden under those piercing eyes and from the feel of slowly drying blood. Apparently he hadn't cut his palm as deep as he had thought or else it would still be bleeding.
"Tetsuya," the tone was demanding him to look at its owner, to look up into those mix matched eyes that always appeared calculating. And sure enough, he obeyed. Akashi was still crouched in front of him so Tetsuya didn't have to look very far, but they were so close to each other Tetsuya thought he'd be able to count each individual eye lash his young leader had. "Why are you ashamed?"
Aqua eyes stared at him before lowering despite the unspoken demand to keep them on the leader. "Because this," he gave a jerky nod down to the bloody flesh of his hand and penis, "isn't normal… It's wrong…." This is a sin, remained dormant in his thoughts. Of course a lot of things he's done revolved around sin. But what Tetsuya was focused on was the fact that his strange attraction to blood wasn't normal. Even in this profession he wasn't normal. "I…." What am I doing? Countless times already he had done this wrongful act, and that had led to the removal of the carpet in his room. It seemed Akashi figured that out as well when his eyes shifted to stare below Tetsuya's hand, at the small puddle of crimson liquid gathered there.
With a small hum of thought, Akashi stood back up. "There's nothing wrong about your desires," he stated in what others would call a flippant tone. "You belong to me, Tetsuya. All of your flaws, all of your perfections, everything. And now I'm going to allow you to experience an even greater pleasure." Aqua colored eyes stared at him in confusion, not able to immediately understand Akashi's words. And he stated as such. His leader just smirked, standing up fully from his half hunched position. "Go clean yourself up, Tetsuya." A muted command. "We have one more job to do tonight." Once that was complete, there would be no hesitation.
Completing the hit with only a graze to his upper arm, Tetsuya stared at the white linoleum tiles of the shower walls... It was a shower that was not his, one that belonged instead to the leader of their seven member organization. Belatedly the young man wondered why exactly he was in this predicament. Akashi's orders, his mind supplied as an automatic answer. True enough under normal circumstances, but Tetsuya kept repeating their earlier conversation, curiosity over the man's words ultimately deciding for him. With a muted sigh he turned the blissfully hot water off, feeling a shocking flash of pain when the spray turned to bone chilling cold before he turned that off too. Standing there in the waterless shower, Tetsuya allowed himself to air dry as long as possible then walked out of the bathroom and into Akashi's bedroom.
He had no reason to feel embarrassment over his body now, not when all of the members- minus Momoi- had seen each other in the nude more times than not. Though with Akashi's words still swimming in the forefront of his mind the young man did feel a small rush of apprehension until the questions started again. Akashi's call of his name was unheard as he got lost in his thoughts.
"Tetsuya."
Was Akashi going to blackmail him? What would he gain by doing that?
"Tetsuya."
Had he made the man mad at him somehow? Nothing in particular was supporting that idea.
"Tetsuya."
Was there a problem with his job that led Akashi to try and sugar coat his words of dismissal? But the man was too prideful for sugary falseness.
"Tetsuya!" His name hissed out like that made him jump in slight surprise, his eyes drifting to the voice's owner. Though the man's face remained stoic, his tone betrayed his annoyance. "Come here." A quick moment of hesitation made Tetsuya stand there for a second longer before he made his way to stand in front of the dark crimson haired man seated on the edge of his lush looking bed.
"Why did you order me here, Akashi-san?" Politeness eased the bluntness of his words until a sound of surprise escaped him when his sense of gravity was shifted abruptly. He gazed at the mix-matched eyes hovering over him, confusion flickering across his features the second time that night as he tried to understand why he was on his back with Akashi on top of him. But before he could open his mouth to speak, chilled flesh pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him.
Distracted as he was from both his thoughts and the kiss, Tetsuya still felt the sharp cold of metal against his throat, just under his jaw. Eyes widened and watched as those normally calculating eyes turned cold.
Akashi felt the trembling body beneath him, watched as the young man forced himself to stillness lest he actually harmed himself, and released the kiss. How arousing it was to see the spark of fear in those normally expressionless crystal clear aqua blue orbs. "I told you," he whispered brushing his lips against that milky white column of flesh, steering clear of the blade. "I'll allow you to experience an even greater pleasure." That said he slid the sharp metal of the blade across Tetsuya's throat, creating a shallow cut that bloomed with life giving liquid. "Be a good boy, Tetsuya." Screams were the only answer he received as he started his 'training.'