Hello! I'm back~! Heehee. Anywho these stories will just be random crap that comes out of my head. I won't kill anyone this time!
"What are you doing, Usagi-san?" Misaki stared at the older man, who happened to be dressed in a full vampire costume. A long black and red cape tied around his neck, a smart black suit with red a tie covering his incredible form, and blood red contacts in his eyes. Fangs even protruded from his sinful lips.
"I'm dressing up for Halloween, Misaki." The man replied as if Misaki had asked him the most stupid question of the day.
Misaki rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and then glanced back at the rabbit. "Halloween isn't for another month, Usagi-san." Misaki said, "Why are you all dressed up now?"
"Inspiration," Came Akihiko's reply as he turned to leave the room, "I'm writing about vampires."
Misaki watched as the "vampire" headed for his study on the second floor. He sighed and continued on with his day. As he was preparing dinner, Akihiko the Vampire emerged from the depths of his study and headed for the kitchen. Misaki kept close watch over the older male as he wandered about the kitchen, acting like he was searching for something. Misaki studied Akihiko's every movement, waiting for the man to suddenly pounce upon him. But nothing happened. Even after they had eaten and Misaki had cleaned the dishes. After dinner, Akihiko had once again disappeared to his fortress of solitude, leaving Misaki alone for the night.
Of course, Misaki was surprised, but he was pleased; he wouldn't be walking around school with a slight limp the next day. Once the sun had set, and a few hours of television had been watched, Misaki decided that it was time for bed. He made sure that the last of his chores were finished, and he turned off all of the lights before heading to Akihiko's room. He fell asleep shortly after curling up next Akihiko's oversized teddy-bear, Suzuki-san. Suddenly, he was jolted from his slumber by a loud THUMP outside of Akihiko's room.
Slightly startled, but expecting it to be Akihiko, Misaki traveled to the door and opened it. He glanced around at the empty hall and the even emptier house below it. Dark and lifeless. Misaki glared into the silence, crossing his arms over his chest. Shrugging it off as hearing things, he closed the door and headed back to the bed. Just as he reached the bedside, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door. Misaki trudged back to the door and opened it again. Akihiko stood in front of the door still dressed in his vampire get-up. "May I enter, my little love?" the man asked.
Misaki was confused for a moment. "Why not?" he asked, "It's your bedroom." Akihiko took a step toward Misaki, forcing the boy to move backward a bit. The "vampire" lifted Misaki into his arms and carried him to the bed.
"What are you doing?" Misaki yelled, "Put me down!" Akihiko roughly dropped Misaki onto the bed. He then straddled the younger male pushing mattress down. Misaki pushed himself up on his elbows and tried to escape the man, but Akihiko pinned him down. Misaki pushed against the man's chest and ran for the open door.
"You can't escape me, Misaki," Akihiko called as the boy ran from him, "I am the prince of darkness."
Misaki darted through the dark house, searching for a secure place to hide. He tried switching on some lights, but his crazy landlord had shut the power off. Misaki slinked into the kitchen and crawled into one of the less crowded cupboards. He waited, hugging his knees to his chest. Soon he heard footsteps heading his way. Holding his breath, Misaki listened. The footsteps stopped just outside of the cupboards he was hiding in, but after a moment, they continued on. Misaki waited a little longer before gently pushing the cupboard door open. He slid from his hiding place and made his way to the living room.
The dark shadows all around him, began to play with his mind, and he was seeing the so-called vampire everywhere he looked. He moved to the back of the house and slipped into one of Akihiko's storage rooms. He was met by the gleaming black eyes of a thousand or more Suzuki-san's. He chose a shelf and moved a large Suzuki-san out of his way, next he positioned himself in on the shelf, and then he moved the Suzuki-san in front of him. He closed his eyes and waited. His wait was short; Akihiko came into the room, and glanced around. Misaki tried to wait patiently, but Akihiko was taking an unusually long time searching the room.
Misaki felt an approaching sneeze as the undusted Suzuki-san fur tickled his nose. He held his breath. Just leave already! He thought, glaring at the "vampire" who was still searching the room. Fortunately, Akihiko turned and began leaving the room. As he was closing the door, Misaki could no longer hold in the itch. It had been a small sneeze but the man had definitely heard it. Akihiko glanced around the room before closing and locking the door.
"Misaki…" he said, "You know you can't hide forever." Misaki hugged his knees into his chest as the man roamed around the room. Misaki heard the man's footsteps approaching. Akihiko was just a mere two feet from the shelf Misaki was in, when the boy decided to run for the door. With his arm outstretched he sprinted for the door, but Akihiko's fingers caught his fluttering night shirt, and they toppled to the floor.
"No! Usagi-san! Let go!" Misaki yelled. Misaki felt teeth on his throat. "What are you doing?"
"I told you before," Akihiko replied, "I'm a vampire." The man lifted Misaki up and threw him against a slew of Suzuki-sans that didn't have a place on any of the shelves, frankly because they were too big. His fingers roamed over Misaki's clothed body, before got tired of the brightly colored pajama shirt and tore it from the boy's skin. He rubbed Misaki's nipples, letting them harden under his finger tips.
Misaki moaned leaning back into the soft faux fur on the Suzuki-sans. "That's it, Misaki," Akihiko whispered, "Let your voice be heard."
Akihiko stripped Misaki of his pants and boxers. He kissed the boy's thighs and then bit the sensitive skin, leaving a small red hickey. Misaki gasped and tossed his head to one side. Akihiko's lips found his erection and began to torture it. He reached up and pushed his fingers into Misaki's mouth, pushing down his tongue and catching the excess saliva on his fingers. Akihiko lowered his arm and pushed the wet fingers into Misaki's hole.
Misaki cried out and curled his fingers into the man's hair as he was stretched. A few moments later, Akihiko positioned himself at the boy's entrance and pushed in. He waited for Misaki's muscles to relax around him before beginning his assault. He thrust in slowly at first, but gained speed. Misaki's legs locked themselves around the man's waist and he gave out soft cries and moans with each thrust.
As release approached, Akihiko began thrusting harder and faster into his little lover. "Usagi! San!" Misaki moaned, "I can't – I'm going to!"
"Go ahead." Akihiko rasped. His teeth clamped onto Misaki's throat and he gave a hard final thrust. Misaki screamed as seed spilled out of him and inside of him. He lay in a shuddering mass of sweaty flesh against the Suzuki-sans as Akihiko came down from his high.
After Misaki had cleaned himself and the teddy-bear room, he retreated back to Akihiko's room and crawled into the large bed. He glared at the fake vampire who had deprived him of sleep. Misaki angrily tossed his own body to the opposite side, so he wouldn't have to face the pervert next to him. What a jerk! He though to himself. Suddenly he felt an arm slither around his body and pull him close. Misaki's lips moved to form a small smile. He closed his eyes and cuddled closer to the figure behind him. What a romantic jerk…