JC: Hey, what's up? After a major writing slump I finally managed to type write something. Whatever the reason, I know I don't like being in a slump, and I'm glad that I got in MiyuSawa/Daiya no A fandom. I never thought I'd be shipping a BL pair this much, but it was hard to resist these two dorks. So, yeah, I'm basically in MiyuSawa hell! XD But what really got me back to writing is saionjiakane's art, especially the vampire!au one. I'm not really into vampire stories that much, but seeing MiyuSawa in that kind of setting got me going. Honestly, I'm nervous about this, since I've gotten pretty rusty and this is actually my first BL/MiyuSawa story ever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Diamond no Ace or its characters. The Vampire!Au is inspired by saionjiakane's art.
Note: Be sure to check out saionjiakane's Vampire!Au arts on tumblr. Links are in my profile. ・(￣∀￣)・:*:
Craving
Kazuya Miyuki came awake at once, blinking his eyes in the dark. Nightmares were nothing new, but he didn't particularly welcome them either. He lay still, aware of the comfortable bed beneath him, and then his gaze went to a figure beside him. Then it all came back to him in a wave of memory. He touched a hand to his heart and sighed.
That's right…
Yes, everything was just a dream, a distant memory of the past. That was all behind him now. Giving his temple a soothing rub, he glanced at the sleeping figure beside him once more.
This guy…
He'd been hurt pretty badly, tortured to a breaking point, and found himself out there to die. He'd thought his life was finally going to end, but here he was still alive, and it was all because of this guy. In this displaced world where nothing was what it should be, he should've been long gone. But this guy went out of his way to save him.
Sawamura Eijun…
He was flesh. He was real and he was here, with him.
A swell of emotion rose up in him. There was relief, but there was more than that in it. What he felt as he stared at him sleeping so peacefully at his side was fierce and possessive, passionate and protective. He'd convinced himself he'd never let emotions sway him, especially when it came to humans, but he was there for this particular guy. This boy who'd crawled beneath his skin and burrowed into his heart before he'd even realized it.
He'd met Sawamura during his third year of high school. He was a pitcher, a brilliant one to be exact, and he'd led his team to Nationals as the ace and captain. It'd been one heck of an encounter, but for Miyuki, as cliché as it sounded, it was fate. He'd been with Sawamura ever since that fateful day, always watching him, protecting him. Due to his athletics, Sawamura was scouted by a university in Tokyo known for its powerful baseball team. Not wanting to separate from him, Miyuki moved in with him in an apartment near his school.
Sawamura's face was a radiant orb surrounded by the mop of dark brown hair—hair that felt remarkably soft to touch. The moonlight seeping through the curtains danced off his lush hair and lit up his beautiful face. It was a face that reflected an inner peace. He slept on his back with one hand nestled against the sleep-flushed curve of his cheek.
Miyuki lifted a hand and carefully stroking his fingers through his tresses, letting it slide across his palm before smoothing it back in place. Sawamura made a soft noise and turned, his hand unconsciously reaching out for him, finding him. Miyuki held his breath when his hand clutched the fabric of his top, as if to reassure himself that he was still there. The small gesture stirred something so hungry within him, devouring him from inside out. He wanted to roll him over, lay his body against his, and kiss him senselessly.
The sudden memory of blood pulled his attention away from Sawamura a moment before he acted on impulse. He sat up and with a deep breath he ran a hand over his face. "I really don't deserve you," he muttered. Sawamura looked so peaceful, so contented, and remarkably adorable, especially in those pajamas with cute teddy bear prints. It was so like him to wear such things.
He leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. Sawamura sighed pleasantly and shifted, but did not wake up.
It didn't take long for his exceptional sense of smell to betray him. His nostrils flared, allowing himself the illicit luxury of drinking in his scent. Sawamura smelled so clean, so sweet and fresh like sunflowers in the summer. Yet underlying that innocent fragrance was this alluring aroma that had been driving people with longing.
Miyuki swallowed back his own predatory desire, fighting the urge to bury his face against Sawamura's throat. He was hungry and Sawamura's tempting aroma made him ache to devour him in more ways than one. It had been incredibly difficult to keep his distance from him no matter what he did. Everything about Sawamura both tantalized him and tormented him.
And despite his terrible situation, Sawamura had never pushed him away. He was still there by his side and still bearing the scars of his kiss on his throat like a burning brand. That fact did not escape him. Sawamura bore his mark, and Miyuki wanted nothing more than to claim him for his own.
Miyuki stiffened. He was painfully aware that he was capable of ripping the soul right out of Sawamura and making him his eternal partner. The temptation was strong. If anything it had grown stronger, honed by endless nights of feeding without ever satiating his cravings.
He brushed his fingertips across his throat, and Sawamura's lips parted in a soft moan. A wave of heat flooded his groin and he felt his fangs growing in anticipation. Sawamura turned his face toward his, murmuring a sleepy protest.
Miyuki had always felt guilty but he couldn't just push him out of life. His rational mind had told him that if he really did love Sawamura, then he had to be protected. And the best way would be to put him as far away from him as possible. He tried. He really did but failed miserably. He loved Sawamura so much. He was the light in this godforsaken world. He didn't want him out of his life at all.
He needed him and he'll do everything in his power to keep him.
"Miyuki! Hey, Miyuki Kazuya!"
"Don't use my full name," Miyuki said groggily. He shifted, wrapping his arms around something warm and comfy, and buried his face into the fabric.
"Wake up, Miyuki! It's noon already."
Miyuki forced one eyelid open and glanced upward for the owner of the voice, quickly realizing that he had buried himself into Sawamura's lap. "Five more minutes…" he muttered sleepily, securing his arms more tightly around his precious human. Closing his eye, he took in a deep breath through his nose, smelling Sawamura's scent.
A sigh escaped from Sawamura's lips as his hand ruffled Miyuki's hair. "You can sleep in all you want, but I've got afternoon practice. I need to get ready."
"Sleep with me…"
A dark brow twitched in annoyance. "What the hell? Didn't you hear me?"
"Don't go…"
"I've got practice!"
Miyuki loved to tease Sawamura. He self-admittedly took great pleasure in annoying him. He liked his reactions, his expressions, delighted in his responses. The guy was pretty easy to rile up. "Hmm…Stay…"
"Ah, no, I can't, so let go!" Sawamura demanded, struggling to pull his arms apart, but Miyuki refused to let go. "Dammit, Miyuki!" He squirmed and thrashed, trying his best to get away, and pounded on Miyuki's back several times until he rolled him over on his back on the bed. "W-Wha—"
Miyuki's weight came down on him as he brushed his lips against his neck. At this point, Miyuki wanted nothing more than to kiss Sawamura asininely. He made him aware of wants and needs that he'd never known existed within him. He wanted him more that he can ever know. A smirk curving his lips, he pulled away. He straddled his hips in place, settling his hands on the sides of his face. He then gazed into the heated eyes of his human. Sawamura had the most gorgeous eyes, like pure pools of gold, full of life and energy, and Miyuki found them remarkably enticing.
"Get off," Sawamura said, his face flushed red.
"Don't wanna." Miyuki ravished the sight of his pouty face. It made all his greedy emotions that raged inside him threaten to overtake him. But he had to hold back; restraint was called for and he could do that.
"You're being unreasonable."
"Yeah…only with you."
Sawamura only blushed harder. "J-Just get off of me already, you damned four-eyes!"
Miyuki scoffed. "I'm not even wearing my glasses yet."
Sawamura huffed and pouted, and finally looked away. "Fine! Whatever! Stupid vampire…"
"Make a face like that and I won't be able to restrain myself," Miyuki said, chuckling and playfully poking his puffed cheeks.
Sawamura growled and flailed his arms. "Quit making fun of me, BAKAYUKI!"
Miyuki snickered like a sly fox and finally got off the red-faced Sawamura. "Seriously, you're too easy."
Sawamura sat up and lightly punched him in the arm. "Shut up!" He hopped off the bed, grabbed a towel from the rack, and headed toward the bathroom.
"Sawamura, I'm going to make lunch," Miyuki announced, picking up his black-rimmed glasses from the bedside drawer. "Any requests?"
"Hm?" Sawamura tapped a finger on his cheek before he graced Miyuki with a good-natured smile. "Anything but natto!"
"How about you try eating natto for once?" Miyuki turned to Sawamura in time to see him pout again. "Just kidding… Go take a shower already or do you want me to scrub your back for you?" he said with a wink, which only made Sawamura more annoyed.
"NO THANK YOU!" Sawamura roared out and slammed the bathroom door close behind him.
Miyuki snickered once again, got up from bed, and made his way across the room. He stopped in front of a full-length mirror and put on his glasses. He really didn't need glasses to see. Every vampire had a metallic shine to their eyes, and his were a mix of bronze and amber. It had something to do with increased night vision and was their most prominent feature. The glasses were just an accessory, a diversion for humans. Sometimes he'd wear contact lens, but he preferred glasses since they were much more convenient.
By the time Sawamura emerged from the bedroom all geared up and ready to go, Miyuki had finished making lunch for him.
Sawamura glared suspiciously at the food for a moment, then looked up at Miyuki. "There's no natto in it, right?"
Miyuki's cunning smirk made its way across his lips. "What do you think?"
"You wouldn't!"
Miyuki chuckled and ruffled Sawamura's hair. "I'm just kidding. It's just ramen."
Sawamura shrugged and sat down at the table. He took a sniff of the food presented before him and smiled cheerfully. "Smells delicious!" He put his hands together in a form of prayer and said, "Itadakimasu!" He picked up the chopsticks and started devouring the noodles. "It's so good! You're really the best, Miyuki!"
The vampire was sitting right beside him, his two-toned chestnut brown hair sleep-tousled and wearing a black long-sleeved shirt. Sawamura had been so annoyed with his behavior a while ago, he hadn't even noticed the way he looked at him. Or how handsome his chiseled face and amber eyes were. Miyuki always had a fine-looking face, which complimented his naturally pale countenance. It was amazing, Sawamura thought with disbelief. But underneath his good looks was a sly and cunning vampire. Miyuki had practically made it a habit to tease him every single day.
They'd been living together for quite a while now, and he'd grown used to Miyuki's twisted personality. They'd argue every now and then, but they've always managed to make things work out between them.
Sawamura enjoyed his food as Miyuki gazed at him fondly with his cheek leaning against a half-closed fist.
"Not gonna eat, Miyuki?" Sawamura asked, feeling a little bit awkward since Miyuki had been staring at him the whole time.
"I've ran out of stocks. But they'll be delivering some later." And by stocks, he meant bagged blood. His days of hunting for his meals and feeding off living donors were over when he met Sawamura.
"Is that so…? But didn't you say that you can still eat human food?"
"Yeah, I can… but some food just tastes weird for me. Besides, human food could never satisfy a vampire's appetite."
Sawamura looked thoughtful. "Must be rough, huh…" He had learned that when Miyuki was younger he'd suffered all kinds of hungers and appetites that older immortals were free of. He was quite ravenous in most of his appetites, whether it was food, drink or sex. As he grew older, food and drink had all started to taste the same and held less interest until it was something Miyuki wouldn't bother with anymore. "Miyuki, you know I could always—"
"I can manage just fine," Miyuki interrupted with a snicker, reaching out to pet his head. Sawamura had offered his blood more than once, but he had refused every time. He didn't want to hurt him. "Don't put so much thought into this. You're gonna strain something."
Flushing slightly, Sawamura shot Miyuki a glare. "S-Shut up, damned four-eyes!" he exclaimed, lowering his gaze from Miyuki to his food.
The sun was shining brightly the next day. Sawamura, the rising star pitcher of the university's baseball team, was walking through the carefully tended grounds, talking to two of his friends. One friend was tall, had dark hair and a somewhat sleepy expression on his face. The other was smaller, with pink hair, and he looked almost like a doll with his clear complexion. Sawamura had mentioned them to Miyuki before. He figured that those two were Satoru Furuya and Haruichi Kominato.
Sawamura's dark brown hair shone in the sunshine with copper lights that seemed to be reflected in his golden eyes. He always had great teeth and a perfect smile, and was worth more than just a second glance. Miyuki had overheard girls fawning over Sawamura along the way, and inwardly had to fight off the unpleasant feelings in his chest. But he realized it was getting more difficult to do so. Seeing Sawamura talking so animatedly and laughing out loud around his friends was something he had never seen before.
He shrugged, raising a crumpled finger to his lips. He narrowed his eyes at the sight, bitterness swelling his heart, and through clenched teeth, he muttered, "Don't laugh like that…" He lifted a hand, reaching out toward Sawamura, and closed it.
Miyuki wanted Sawamura to look only at him, be touched only by him, no matter how wrong it sounded. He hated the venom that had crept into his system, the jealousy, but he couldn't help it.
"It's all your fault, Sawamura…"
Ashamed of his jealousy, Miyuki forced his mind to more important matters and tried to act as normally as possible.
The following days had gone by relatively well, though Miyuki had found himself getting annoyed by a number of things. No matter how good he was in keeping his emotions and temper in check, a certain loud-mouthed pitcher had made it almost impossible to control himself.
Sawamura was nice and friendly to everyone. Miyuki had spotted him helping people countless times. And there was a limit to how touchy-feely a guy could get. He'd given hugs to Haruichi and his current catcher on a regular basis, especially when he was so hyped and giddy. He'd get into an argument with Furuya almost all the time, but the two obviously acknowledged each other as rivals and teammates.
And Miyuki hated the fact that Sawamura would spend more time with his team than him.
"No…I'm just being selfish…" and probably possessive, he thought ruefully in his head. But then he had always wanted Sawamura so much.
Apart from being the team's mood maker, Sawamura was quite popular with the girls. The fans, the love letters, the confessions, the unwanted peanut gallery watching him in awe during baseball practice, and a few of his photos being secretly passed around were proof enough of his status.
Miyuki hung his head low and gave out a frustrated sigh. He didn't know how much more he could take.
"Let's sit at the bar," Youichi Kuramochi, Miyuki's friend, said with a shrug. He had spiky, dark green hair, and piercing eyes. He was shorter than Miyuki, but his built was sturdy, honed by years of training and baseball. When Miyuki frowned, he rolled his eyes, and caught his arm to drag him toward the bar, adding, "We'll move to a table as soon as one opens up."
"Whatever you say," Miyuki breathed and slid onto the stool Kuramochi directed him to. He then glanced over his shoulder, his sharp gaze sliding over the rumbustious crowd surrounding them. He never liked crowded and noisy places. Kuramochi could've chosen the restaurant next door instead. It was rated four stars and much more peaceful. But the bar wasn't the only thing making him uncomfortable. The people there all seemed to be paired off. He and Kuramochi were the only single males. Everyone else was part of a couple.
"What can I get for you two cute boys tonight?"
Miyuki blinked as a smiling, female bartender came into view. The girl wore a white shirt and a tight black mini-skirt. She had midnight-blue hair tied in a clustered ponytail. Her eyes were hazel and bright, and her teeth looked incredibly white as she beamed cheerfully at them. Still, her smile paled in comparison to Sawamura's, whose smile can rival the sun. "I'll have a glass of white wine."
"Two shots of tequila for me," Kuramochi announced.
Miyuki smirked. "Planning to get drunk tonight? Just so you know I have no plans in dragging your sorry drunk ass home."
Kuramochi's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Gee…Thanks for being such a good friend, bastard."
"You're welcome," Miyuki replied with a chuckle, and Kuramochi looked like he was going to murder him any second.
"Wish Sawamura was here… At least I won't have to deal with your cheekiness all the time."
Miyuki gave a disbelieving laugh. "Yeah, well, I don't thinking bringing him here is—"
"That's right. Last time you brought him to a place like this you almost lost it," Kuramochi interrupted decisively.
"Hey, now, I didn't—"
Kuramochi snorted. "Yeah right… Some babe was just flirting with Sawamura and it just so happened that her drunk EX was around to see it. The kid got punched and you almost killed the guy. You're lucky that I was there to stop you."
Miyuki stared at him blankly, and then felt some strain in his shoulders lifted. A small, sly smile claimed his lips. "What would I do without you, Youichi-kun?"
"Die!" Kuramochi replied curtly.
Miyuki laughed, but it was a dull sound, because the fact was that Kuramochi was right. If it weren't for him, he'd be locked away already for killing a human. He'd be banned from seeing Sawamura ever again.
"You're usually so calm, but it's a whole different matter when it comes to Sawamura. Possessive much?"
Despite his delinquent-like appearance, Kuramochi was highly perceptive and observant. He was one of the few people who can read Miyuki like a book. Miyuki had always been careful with his emotions, but Kuramochi always seemed to have him figured out. And lately, he'd been pestering him about his relationship with Sawamura. Truth be known, it was Kuramochi who helped him realize his feelings for Sawamura, though it took him several whacks in the head and kicks from behind. Kuramochi was known for his persistence whether it was on the baseball field or not, and Miyuki had to learn that the hard way. It was also no secret that Kuramochi cared for Sawamura like a little brother. He'd gone to same high school as him and had been his senior and roommate for two years. They used to play in the same team and went to Nationals together.
Apart from being a talented shortstop and switch hitter, there was another side to Kuramochi that only a few knew about. Kuramochi came from a long line of vampire hunters, and he'd been tasked to watch over Miyuki. Nowadays, vampire hunters would only hunt rogue and savage vampires, and most of them live in society as regular people.
"I wouldn't call it possessive," Miyuki said humorously.
"Do you even realize the kind of face you make whenever some girl or guy gets chummy with him?" Kuramochi said, and then glanced to the bartender as she returned with a wineglass and two shot glasses, both with liquid in them.
"Enjoy!" The bartender winked at them and went to attend other customers.
"I didn't know you were paying that much attention to me, Kuramochi," Miyuki said with feigned cheerfulness. "I feel so loved."
Kuramochi rolled his eyes. "What about that time with Okumura? You looked like you were about to pounce on him. And Sawamura did explain it to you, didn't he? That he was just out late practicing with him. But what did you do? You locked him up!" He picked up the glass and tossed back his shot. "You don't own him, Miyuki, so get that straight in that thick head of yours."
Miyuki raised the wineglass to his own lips and took a sip, forcing his usual smirk as the liquid swirled its way across his tongue. "I didn't like it, okay?" Okumura was an amazing catcher with good baseball sense, and he was Sawamura's battery partner. The kid was pretty cold, detached, and taciturn, but his eyes would fill with life whenever he was with Sawamura. That fact alone was enough to bother him. He knew he shouldn't overthink about things like that, but he couldn't help it. "Sawamura was always the last one practicing. He's got his plate full as it was, being the captain and the ace. I just didn't want him to overexert—"
"It's more than just that and you know it. Admit it already…" Kuramochi let out an exasperated sigh. "You're a jealous, possessive, controlling, manipulative, fucking asshole." He downed his other shot and shrugged.
Miyuki found it hard to fake a smile now. Kuramochi was once again right on the money, much to his dismay. He set his glass down and closed his eyes, his mind filling with Sawamura. He loved Sawamura. He was loud, obnoxious, and annoying, but more importantly, he was kind, exuberant, attractive and a good man. More than anything, Sawamura deserved a sweet girl who would appreciate him as he deserved to be appreciated. However, Miyuki couldn't stomach the idea of letting Sawamura be with someone else.
Kuramochi took his empty glasses and set them in front of the bartender, saying, "Two more."
"You really don't know how to hold back, do you?" Miyuki said, his expression slipping into a façade once more, as the bartender refilled Kuramochi's shot glasses. "But seriously…I haven't felt like this in ages."
Kuramochi downed a shot without hesitation and had to clear his throat before speaking. "I'm warning you, Miyuki. Don't you dare hurt, Sawamura, or you'll have to answer to me."
"You're starting to scare me, Mochi-kun," Miyuki said in a teasing voice, and Kuramochi quickly smacked his head. "Owww…You're so rough." Of course, he understood Kuramochi's concerns very well. Miyuki would never want to hurt Sawamura, but he was more than capable to do so, which frightened him at the same time. He had shown restraint, fought his own urges, but he had no idea how long will he last.
"It's going to be a full moon tomorrow night," Kuramochi said, staring straight into his eyes. "I was really against you moving in with Sawamura, but that brat insisted." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "You be careful around him, got that?"
"He's not on the menu, so don't worry about it," Miyuki assured him. Though he said those words, there were a couple of things he was actually worried about.
Each month Miyuki watched in silent terror as the moon waxed, night by night. As the moon grew rounder and rounder, he felt himself losing control. It wasn't like this before. He'd been able to exercise restraint and full control over his instincts. After being with Sawamura for several months now, he realized that he was craving for his blood more and more. For the last couple of months, when the moon was full, he'd sometimes blacked out for hours at a time. Later, when he came to himself, he'd find his hands all bloodied and his fingers punctured. Despite his regular feeding on bagged blood, his body thirsted for Sawamura.
It was the night of the full moon, and much to his dismay, it affected him much more severely than before. He tried feeding off from bagged blood, but he ended up vomiting everything. Cursing under his breath, he locked himself in his room. He didn't want Sawamura to see him in such state. Making him worried was the last thing on Miyuki's mind, and so he was determined to endure all the pain and bloodlust by himself.
Miyuki groaned as a spasm of hunger speared through him. He crumpled to his knees, muttering curses under his breath. He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts filling up with Sawamura, and then his fangs elongated. He bit into his own finger, drawing out blood. His own blood was hot but bland, and he knew he'd never be satisfied with it. But drinking his own blood had saved him from going crazy before.
"Shit…It's not enough…" he breathed out, trembling, as his bite grew stronger. He wanted Sawamura so badly. He wanted his blood and his body. He wanted everything.
"Tonight's moon is very pretty."
A familiar voice snapped him out of his reverie. His hooded eyes moved to the figure standing by the window.
Basked in the moonlight, he looked like an angel in disguise—an angel in white shirt and yellow jacket. "Don't you think so, Miyuki?" His beautiful face lit up with a warm, comforting smile, and Miyuki almost flinched at the sight of it.
Sawamura… Why was he here? How did he get in? Miyuki had those questions in mind, but he was too dazed, too unstable to even utter a word at the moment.
"Did you bite your own finger again?" Sawamura approached him and lowered to his level. He cupped his face in his hands, made him meet his golden gaze directly. "I told you many times… It's okay." His features were soft and alluring, gentle and sincere. "You don't need to hold yourself back," he breathed the words like a whisper as he touched a finger to Miyuki's lips.
Leaning forward, he grabbed Sawamura by the shoulders, his gaze running along the length of his neck as he opened his mouth for the bite. He couldn't control himself anymore. "It's all your fault, Sawamura," he muttered out, sinking his teeth into his neck. Sawamura's taste filled his mouth, then his throat, then spread to every part of him. This time, maybe because he'd been craving for it, he felt the way his blood immediately nourished him. He felt the urge to suck him dry, to drink until every last drop of him was inside him. Still, he forced himself to slow down, to suck softer. He didn't want to take too much.
Sawamura pushed his head down deeper, whispering for him to take as much as he wanted, and his full consent was too much to resist. Miyuki might not need more of his blood, but he wanted it, lusted for it.
Miyuki gave himself over to his hunger. Snaking his arms around his hips, he rubbed his body against him. His hand slid under his shirt, his callused thumb running over the taut tip, setting off a rush of need that caused him to moan. After a few minutes, he withdrew his fangs and licked at the puncture wounds on Sawamura's neck. He licked his ear, running a hand across his hard chest, and finally captured his lips in a heated kiss. Sawamura smelled so good, felt good, and tasted good.
Sawamura gasped and then moaned as his senses were overwhelmed. He was a trembling, wide-eyed mass when Miyuki broke the kiss and hugged him close.
Miyuki hadn't felt such passion in years. Since he'd started living with Sawamura, Miyuki had wasted hours just lying in bed, imagining stripping him naked, laying him on the bed, and feasting on every inch of his body. "I want you…" he whispered in a raspy voice. "Stay by my side forever…Sawamura…"
"Miyuki..." Sawamura said his name softly as he pulled away to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, and he was definitely aroused. "If you're okay with me, then I…"
And that roused Miyuki further. "You're the only one I want," he said as his mouth lowered to his. He claimed his lips like a victor claiming spoils, his kiss aggressive and hungry.
Sawamura moaned and found himself arching against him, his arms around his shoulders and hands burying themselves in his hair. His body went up in flames at Miyuki's touch. Every inch of his body ached to feel his against it, but their clothes were in the way.
Miyuki began to tug at his clothes, and Sawamura trembled as Miyuki discarded the jacket and pushed his shirt upward. His fingers spread over the flesh of his chest. Sawamura briefly broke their kiss to help him remove the shirt altogether. The second it was off, Miyuki claimed his lips once again. Sawamura shuddered and gasped as his cold palms closed over his nipples.
Within moments, Sawamura was breathless and panting, desire coursing through his body like wild waves. Growing restless, he slid his hands under Miyuki's shirt, wanting to feel his flesh against his own.
Miyuki left off caressing him to remove his shirt and he almost gasped when Sawamura kissed him. He needed to feel him more, so he scooped him up and carried him to the bed. By the time he'd set him down on the bed, he knelt between his legs and made quick work with his pants.
Sawamura's golden eyes grew wide as Miyuki spread his legs wide, then he began to trail kisses up his thigh. When Miyuki reached the center of him, he thought he was going to go crazy. He tried to control his voice, but in the end, had to grab for one of the pillows. He pressed it against his mouth to muffle his cries of pleasure as Miyuki continued his passionate excursion of his body. He explored his neck, his thighs and chest with his mouth and tongue. His hands were traveling all over his body.
The younger boy was so sweet and responsive, and Miyuki explored his private regions zealously with his tongue and fingers. Sawamura was sobbing, gasping, and straining, and then he was yelling into the pillow as his body sprung with orgasm.
Miyuki wasn't done with him yet. He took a moment to savor the sight of the adorable young lad lying naked in his bed with him. Sawamura blushed shyly, and it pleased Miyuki more. "I could go crazy…" he said, burying his face in his neck, kissing and nibbling at it until Sawamura moaned.
Sawamura appeared to lose himself in the sensations again, responding to Miyuki's touch and exploring his body with his hands. Miyuki teased his nipples, flicking them lightly with his tongue, and grinned when he heard Sawamura's swift intake of air and slid his hand down his body, kneading the spot that had almost driven Sawamura up the wall. Moaning, Sawamura pushed into his touch, seeking more.
All conscious thought fled and Miyuki became aware of the fire growing inside of him. "Sawamura, can I put it in?" he asked huskily, and the boy nodded his head, looking teary-eyed and innocent. For one moment, Miyuki felt like he was tainting him, as if he was committing a crime. As Sawamura writhed against him, Miyuki pushed his legs apart and entered him with as much restraint as he could muster. He did not want to risk hurting him, but he crushed his good intentions. Sawamura caught him by the shoulders and held on as Miyuki drove him to the peak of pleasure again. This time, he came with him, and they both cried out as one.
Miyuki panted as his head dropped to Sawamura's temple. He eased his weight of him, lying at his side, his hands still caressing his skin. Breathless, Sawamura looked up at him, his golden eyes filled with passion. As Miyuki ran his hand down his body, he shivered.
Every fiber in Sawamura's body was quivering and he couldn't find the energy to speak. But he cuddled against the vampire, his head nestling on his shoulder and a smile curving his lips as he dropped off to sleep in his arms.
Miyuki sighed pleasantly into Sawamura's hair, taking in his scent. Sawamura was incredibly warm. He was also amusing and just plain interesting. But he was different from him in many ways. And yet he couldn't help thinking it was a good thing. The boy had given him so much. If nothing else, he wanted to give back just as much. As he listened to Sawamura's soft, steady breaths, he enjoyed the feeling of having him in arms. He had never really imagined what it might like to fall in love, or to feel loved by a human.
"Sawamura…" he muttered his name with so much care, and drifted off to sleep.
The sun had risen when Miyuki woke in the morning with the adorable angel from last night still in his arms. The scars on his neck had mostly healed, but he briefly wondered if he would ever be able to look at them without feeling guilty. He leaned down to kiss those scars.
Sawamura stirred and rolled over to face him. Smiling sleepily, he greeted the vampire a nice "Good morning."
Miyuki's hand trembled as he touched him, skimming over the scars on his neck. "I'm sorry," he muttered, looking regretful. "I know I shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have taken the chance…" He forced himself to keep his voice calm, even though he was upset. "I'm sorry, Sawamura…" He rose to turn away, but felt his hand on his arm.
"Look at me, Miyuki," Sawamura told him, his voice demanding yet gentle.
Miyuki complied against his better judgment and turned.
"Do you really know why I always offer you my blood? Do you?" Sawamura paused, watching Miyuki's discomfort. "Call me crazy, but I don't care about the consequences. You don't have to suffer through this alone, Miyuki. You always say you hate seeing me get hurt. Well, it's the same for me! I can't stand the thought of you in pain. You may be twisted and irritating, but I…" His hands balled into fists. "I…I…"
Miyuki's heart pounded wildly as he waited for Sawamura to finish his words.
"W-What I'm trying to say is that I—GAH!" Sawamura shrieked loudly. He was interrupted by the sound of a phone call.
Miyuki thought his heart was going to burst from the tension and quickly picked up his cell phone from the bedside drawer. "Hello? Kuramochi?" After a brief conversation and exchange of insults with Kuramochi on the phone, he ended the call and looked back at Sawamura.
Sawamura blushed slightly and turned his gaze away. He was too cute for words, and Miyuki wanted nothing more than to make love to him again as he had last night. But he knew he should give him time to relax. "I'll go make breakfast."
"Umm…S-Sure…" Sawamura replied, looking nervous. "I-I'll go get dressed." As he shifted to his side, he winced in pain and dropped down. "It hurts…"
Miyuki's eyes grew wide in fear. "Hey, now, you okay?" Despite his better judgment last night, he still pushed him, and it was Sawamura's first time.
"I'm okay… Just a little sore…" Sawamura let out a small, awkward laugh to release some of the pressure in him. He turned to Miyuki in time to see him bit his lip in frustration. He could clearly see guilt eating him away as he pondered their situation. Mustering up the strength, he sat up and reached for him. He cupped the side of his face with one hand and smiled tenderly. "I didn't expect this to happen, but I don't regret what we did."
There was no fear there, or pity, or disgust in his eyes. Everything about them was pure and earnest. Miyuki had found that astonishing and felt energized like never before. "So, are you saying that you want another round?"
"W-What are you saying, B-Bakazuya?!" Sawamura stumbled over his words, flushed, and looked away, making Miyuki smile widely.
Miyuki leaned closer so he could easily kiss him. "Well, you're not you when you're not this loud." He brought his mouth to his ear, his breath hot against his skin, warming every inch of his skin.
Sawamura shuddered, swallowing hard.
"Ah…What should I do?" Miyuki whispered as he licked one little tiny spot behind Sawamura's ear and nibbled his earlobe. "I may not be able to hold back."
"Geh! Stop it!" Sawamura pushed his face away, looking very flustered, annoyed and awkward. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, dumbass!" He pointed a finger at his face, but the sudden movement made him flinch in pain again. "Owww… I can't move much yet. This is all your fault, stupid four-eyes." He puffed his cheeks out in a small pout.
Miyuki let out an arrogant laugh as he patted Sawamura's head. "Seriously, you're too cute." He leaned down, so that their foreheads were pressed together. "Be prepared, Sawamura," he whispered in a voice smooth like silk. "Even if you try to run, I won't let you go no matter what."
"Hmph… Don't get too cheeky," Sawamura said, his lips curving into a bright smile. "I've got confidence in my running."
Miyuki smirked. "Now who's the cheeky one?"
Sawamura didn't reply; he just threw his arms around Miyuki and kissed him soundly.
Miyuki was grateful for his presence, for illuminating his dark life with his unconditional love. His light was what kept him alive every day, and more than anything, he was his savior.
There was no turning back now.
JC: This actually started as a drabble, and now it got turned into a one-shot. I'm just happy that I was able to write again, happy to be able to contribute something to the MiyuSawa fandom. I'm in love with this pair so much! Complete life-ruiners! XD Hehehe… I hope it turned out okay.