Disclaimer: Konomi owns everything and I own nothing, unfortunately.

Author's Note: Well, I've seen a lot of AtoJi around and decided to experiment with the pairing a bit. I also happen to like Perfect Pair and vampires, but not sparkly Stephanie Meyers vampires, thank you. So please tell me what you think and I hope you all like this.

Warnings: Vampires, crack pairings in the form of Tezuka/Jirou and slight Atobe/Fuji, mentions of sex and blood play.

Blue Moon

The naked bruised blonde cried as he lay on the cold ground slowly dying. Far to injured to move he had no chance of survival lest someone happen upon him. Rain poured from the skies, washing the blood away as fast as it flowed out of his wounds. Tears poured out of brown eyes as he realized he'd never see his family again and they would only see him when his body was found.

"Poor thing, you must be barely 16," a voice that sounded low and cold chimed. The blonde could merely nod his head once as he felt dizzy due to overwhelming blood loss. "I can save you," the man said, stroking a gentle hand through blood stained curls. "But in exchange you will be damned. Walking this earth for all of eternity. Neither living nor dead. A heartless, soulless, being of the night."

The blonde almost shook his head, until the image of his mother's saddened face popped into his head. How devastated she would be to hold her son's lifeless corpse in her arms. He nodded, the icy hand of death starting to pull him in. Faintly in his last breath of life he felt a sharp pain in his neck, before liquid found his mouth.

The blonde woke up slowly, a hand running across his face. Always when he slept with his master did he have this dream. It was the only time he dreamed. Looking down at the brunette beside him the blonde slid from his embrace, quickly dressing and leaving the home.

A sigh escaped his lips, followed closely by a yawn. He slipped sunglasses over his discolored eyes as the sun beamed down on him. He would be tired today, he knew. In theory he tried to stay awake during the day, in practice it did not go as planned.

He only met with his master for intimacy once every 10 years, but that once was all it took to mentally and physically exhaust him. "Oi, Jirou," a voice yelled before an arm was wrapped tightly around him. "You look horrible. Ohhhh, meeting with your maker?"

"Mm. Practically drained each other dry."

"Mm-hmm, more like fucked each other's brains out. Wait, he fucked you, right?"

"Gaku-chan, honestly, you're so crass sometimes. Intercourse is merely, intercourse. Not 'fucking'."

The red-head pushed his best friend's head forward, laughing. "Hey, not all of us were raised in the 19th century."

"Yes, Gaku-chan, please say that louder," the blonde glared.

"Sorry. Sorry. You forget, I was made barely 10 years ago. I don't really know all the rules yet."

"For one, cover your eyes they are discolored because of the sun," Jirou told him. "For two, don't blurt out that I went and had sex with master last night. Kei-chan would be furious."

Gaku-chan gave a scoff. "You'd make him forget anyways. You always do."

"For his own protection," Jirou smiled. "His family would kill him if they knew about me. They would kill him after killing me in front of his eyes."

"Harsh."

"Unfortunately that's the way dhampir hunters work, Gakuto."

Gakuto halted in his tracks, standing in front of his friend to halt him. "Atobe is a dhampir? Wouldn't he know about us then? Aren't they supposed to be able to sense our kind?"

"Only if trained. Some dhampirs are born powerless and if power is not shown by age 18, they are cast aside. Kei-chan, is not a void, his power is there but it's dormant. Which is why I can influence him. Why my powers affect him, and why he has not sensed our 'undeath'."

"But Atobe is 16 now, if his powers manifest doesn't that men he'll have to kill you?"

Jirou looked his friend dead in the eyes and began laughing. "In fact it does. Hm? Tonight is a blue moon." With that whispered Jirou slid around his friend and kept walking towards his destination. Many passersby gave him wary looks at he looked no more than a thug in his baggy clothes and sunglasses.

"Wait! Jirou! What's a blue moon?" Gakuto yelled, running after his friend, making the passersby glare even harder.

"It's a time when unawakened dhampirs tend to awaken. Unfortunately, a blue moon is also a special event to us. You see any of our kind that fall under the rays of the blue moon for twenty-four hours they will become mortal again," Jirou smiled, adding a twirl with his arms spread. "I know Kei-chan's powers will awaken that night, and I'm going to insure that I am mortal at that time."

"H-How does that happen?"

Jirou laughed. "The same we do. It's magic, Gaku-chan."

"And where were you last night?" the honey-brown haired teen asked, crystalline blue eyes narrowed, a tongue running over a sharpened incisor.

"I was visiting an acquaintance," his brunette megane lover responded. Removing his towel he began to dress for his normal day as a seemingly normal teenager.

"An acquaintance who you happened to have relations with? I do not take cheating lightly, Kunimitsu."

"You've informed me of this many times, Syuusuke."

The honey haired teen was on his lover in a blink of the human eye, the megane did not even twitch. Pressing his body close to the large form he nipped at Kunimitsu's lip, toying with the older male. "Who was the little slut?"

"It's of no consequence."

Syuusuke gripped the brunette's neck, squeezing with all the strength he possessed even if he knew it was to no avail. "Why would you make me, if you have a lover?" His voice dripped with venom and malice towards the other he had never met.

Prying the small hand from his throat, Kunimitsu went about his daily routine. "He is not my lover, more like a child if anything."

"A child you have sex with?" Syuusuke snapped at the word sex, adding extra emphasis to it. He bared his fangs eager to tear the other's throat out for this betrayal, even if he knew it was merely their nature.

"He's a boy I saved some hundred years ago. I believe it was the night of the 24th of August. I had just returned home from Germany. This would have been in 1903, Syuusuke."

"Yet you've kept contact with him?"

"You never lose the ones you've made. However, I have only made two. Yourself and him."

"WHY did you make him, is the question?"

Kunimitsu sighed, removing his glasses that had merely become a prop to his humanity act. "The full story is his business and my own. A summarized version is merely I felt pity for him. Even in a dying state all he could think about was his family, not his own life, but his family's sorrow. As my family was my everything when I was still living, I felt connected to him and turned him. That simple. We have never been in love and have never done anything other than sex and drink once every ten years."

Syuusuke's eyes stayed narrow but his form relaxed. "You truly expect me to believe that?"

With a nod, Kunimitsu grabbed his blazer from it's hanger, sliding his arms through the sleeves. "It's an urge that our blood calls out for each other. That's it, truly. No emotion behind it. We both get an overwhelming satisfaction from it."

"A satisfaction that your lover can't satisfy?"

Kunimitsu sighed, pinning his lover against the wall. With a smirk Syuusuke wrapped his legs around his taller lover's waist, rolling against him. "Come now, Mitsu, surely I am more than enough for you."

"Hn." Dipping down to his neck Kunimitsu allowed his fangs to pierce the pale neck of his lover, just enough to draw blood. Syuusuke shivered in want, titling his head to the side to allow Kunimitsu to drink. To his grave disappointment Kunimitsu pulled back, not even fully breaking his skin.

Very delicately Kunimitsu made a small hole in his finger, sliding it across the young vampire's lips. "You let your guard down. Now arrange yourself as we have schooling to attend."

Syuusuke's eyes shot open, his lover already leaving the room. "That was cruel. Let me taste. So close yet so far, very cruel indeed."

"Jirou, you seem more tired than usual today," Jirou's worried boyfriend commented off-handedly as they walked into school.

"Ah," Jirou yawned, squeezing the hand in his just slightly. "An old friend came to visit last night and we stayed up all night talking. Last time I saw him was ten years ago."

The silver haired teen raised an eyebrow. "When you were six?"

Jirou merely gave a smile, opting for no response.

"Do you by chance have a hangover, hence the sunglasses?"

"Mou…Kei-chan…" Jirou pouted, hugging tight to his boyfriend. "I may have had a drink or two."

Kei-chan sighed. "You have absolutely no alcohol tolerance, why even try?"

Once again Jirou gave no response, giving only gestures. Maybe he had drank to much the previous night. Normally he eyes only altered colors in the sunlight, today they had chosen to stay a light red. Almost like he was hungry though he had ate plenty.

"Sensei said the photo was inappropriate but it was merely the human form I can not see where she should fail it," the airy voice of the school's number 3 rang out.

"OHAYOU, FUJI-KUN! TEZUKA-KUN!" Jirou shouted, waving his free arm in the air. Atobe nodded to them both in greeting.

The two brunettes approached them, Tezuka's eyes on Atobe. "Atobe," he nodded.

"Tezuka."

Behind his glasses Jirou's eyes narrowed. For a brief moment Tezuka's eyes shifted to him before he sighed in resignation. The boy was over 100 years old and acted like a five year old. He knew how Jirou could be once he had a hold of a new toy but with Atobe it was most definitely different.

Hugging Atobe's arm tighter, Jirou nodded. "Mine," he whispered.

Fuji watched this exchange with narrow eyes. How could those two communicate mentally? That was only possible if… "Him? Kunimitsu?" In that moment he wanted to tear the little blonde's head off. Jirou, fanboy Jirou, was Kunimitsu's child?

Atobe wrapped his arm around Jirou, pulling him protectively close at Fuji's outburst. "Tezuka, control your lover, he's frightening Jirou," Atobe ordered, feeling the petite form shake.

Tezuka glared at the tiny forever 16 year old with a glare. While Atobe took Jirou's shaking as fear Tezuka could all to clearly hear the almost malicious laughter in his head. Jirou was good at playing innocent, but his vampire nature made him anything but.

"Syuusuke, we have class," Tezuka sighed, taking the other vampire's hand and leading him away.

"Good luck in art class, Fuji-kun," Jirou called after them, his voice shaking slightly with feigned fear.

Fuji's hand gripped to a vice in Tezuka's. If Tezuka was human Fuji was sure his hand would have been thoroughly broken by now. He wouldn't stand for this. If Jirou wanted to play he would gladly accommodate the other.

"You took it to far," Tezuka berated.

"Did I? I didn't even do anything," Jirou innocently replied, his legs swinging from the desk. He looked at his maker before grimacing in disgust at the cherry sucker in his mouth. "He's the one that suddenly made accusations."

Tezuka sighed in exasperation, two fingers at his temple. "You are already a sore subject to him, why push it?"

Jirou shrugged his shoulder, deciding the sucker wasn't worth it and tossing it in the trash. "Once every ten years, Master. That's what we agreed the day you turned me."

"I'm aware of the arrangement."

"It's a pact made through blood, no way to break it unless I sire another on that night. If I were to turn someone, then the pact would be broken and our blood wouldn't be calling for each other anymore. You remember how it was when we tried to ignore it."

Tezuka remembered all to well the seemingly endless burning that rushed through his veins. Once he drank from Jirou again, the feeling was gone. They both knew then it was necessary to give in.

"Besides, we only meet once every ten years, the last time we met Fuji-kun wasn't even a vampire yet. He need not be sensitive about things of this nature. Now, as to that note, why are you being paternal and calling me here?"

Tezuka couldn't help the small twitch of his lips. "You should watch yourself. Your speech altered."

"Opps," Jirou smiled, covering his mouth. "I have to talk like it's the 21st century, right? Like this?" Jirou laughed, adding bounce to his voice. "Back to the subject at hand. I am very well aware that Keigo is a dhampir."

"A powerful dhampir."

"He's dormant. If he was active, he'd have sensed us by now, but I'm sure the blue moon will change that."

"Are you planning to allow the change?"

"I have to. Once Keigo awakens if I'm not mortal he'll know. On that night, when he senses my mortality he will no longer question if I am dead or living. That window is all I need." Pushing his glasses off, Jirou turned his gaze to his maker. "And you….?"

Tezuka looked into the blood-stained brown eyes. "Mortality is of no use to me. Syuusuke has never experienced the effects of the blue moon so I will be guarding."

Looking out the window, Jirou stared up into the endless sky, his eyes landing on the blaring sun. "Many vampires will die tonight, you realize this? The newer ones that have no idea they will become mortal. I haven't been mortal since the night I died, it will be interesting to feel mortality again."

"Feeling nostalgic?"

"Un, only a little. You know, I actually think I will miss our meetings. In a years time we will no longer be bound."

Tezuka placed a hand to Jirou's head, pushing down very slightly. "A lot can happen to a human in that short time. Especially a human that is a half-breed."

"Mm, I know. If I have to I'll kill Keigo's family, but only if it's the only way." Jirou's eyes closed in contentment his mind visiting an old place.

"Kei-chan! Kei-chan, please wait."

"You're so slow, Jirou. You'll become prey to the vampires someday if you don't speed up."

"Mou, Kei-chan can't tell me things like that, they give me nightmares." The young blonde teen shook his head, crossing his arms with a pout. "Momma said vampires aren't real. You liar!"

"They are too," the silver answered back. "And I'll be the one to protect you, no matter what, alright?"

"He's so different from his great-grandfather. Maybe that's why I love him so much. I'm going to end Atobe line with Keigo. The boy that shares the same name as the start of the dhampir line."

"The truth is Jirou," the silver smiled widely. "My father is a vampire. Which makes me really special and super fast."

-Chapter 1 Owari-