This is a little piece I wrote when I re-read the opening chapter to Fire Candy, volume 01. I highly suggest going to read it. You can get scanlations at or if you're feeling frisky you can buy copies from bk1 or jpqueen, but they are a bit hard to find.
Either
way this drabble-y thing will probably only make sense if you read the
first chapter...although its up to you if you want to read it with no
foreknowledge. ;; I will pass on that the character "narrating" is
named Miyuki.
Nighttime was his favorite time. Darkness was the great equalizer, where everyone saw the same grainy blue tinted gray objects from their beds.
He could pretend that nothing changed in the murky hours of night, when he lay alone in the midst of too many down pillows. Pillows that soaked up his body heat and gave him a reminder of what it was like with Takuya in his bed.
A cheap reminder of when he would wriggle closer to share the body heat, made sweeter by the fact that they had blankets over them. Takuya loved the blankets and would purr softly under his breath every night, before he dropped off to sleep.
Since everything looked the same in the middle hours of the night, without his glasses on, it was exactly as it had been. Each tick of the clock exactly like those shared nights when he would wake up. He'd wake up naked, hard and chewing on his lower lip, Takuya 's arm a heavy weight around his middle, fingers dangling just over his belly.
Everything being equal in the night, he felt especially bold and using his nakedness as an advantage, he slithered around until he was on top of Takuya, lapping gently at his lips. He felt no shame, as he might in the early evening hours, when Takuya's waking mumbles and groans made him harder and spurred him to add nips to licks. His teeth were rounded but they still did the necessary job of arousing a sleeping body. He accompanied his grins and nips, with dull more-human nails trailing gentle welts down Takuya's torso, white lines fading back to gray in the ill-lit room. Grins melted into gasps and soft laughter when sharper inhuman nails tightened on his thighs and longer then usual canines would sink harshly into his lower lip, punishing him for waking Takuya, but rewarding him just the same. He'd deny that mouth with forceful tongue entry to his own until the sharp tipped hands traveled down his back and gripped his ass, nails leaving crescent marks along the dip of his spine.
Only that would make him open his mouth and accept Takuya's tongue.
Except the tongue had melted away first, before all of Takuya was lost to the ocean.
That's when grainy memories would shiver into grainy reality; a lumpy pillow under his hips, warm with only his body heat. Skin was a simple cotton pillowcase and Takuya wasn't even allowed the dignity of a grave. He'd sigh when this happened, and fall over in a miserable pile to his side of the bed, pulling the covers up to his nose and purring for Takuya.
He liked nighttime better when it stayed in a blurry fantasy.
