"See anyone you like?"
Hikaru looked up and down the street, this late at night the only warm body is a moldy, moist, homeless man passed out drunk against a distant light pole.
"No Mori. Think he'll be mad?" Hikaru asked looking at his dark haired counterpart.
The older boy only nodded.
Minutes passed before Mori stood abruptly up from behind the car and began to slink off down the sidewalk without so much as a word.
Hikaru zipped faster than lightning across the concrete, halting the taller boy dead in his tracks. He stood so close Mori wanted to take a step back for fear of Hikaru mowing him over, but having known the boy for so long, knew to hold his ground.
"What the fuck? Where do you think you're going?" Hikaru demands.
The two stare at each other, utter silence, for the longest time, the only thing exchanged. Hikaru signed, stepping off.
"You gotta see him don't you?" He grumbled.
Mori grunted, Hikaru knew it full well as a "yes"
Hikaru shook his head.
"I'll never understand that relationship you have with that kid." He scoffs.
"He's eighteen." Mori snaps.
Hikaru rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'm 166 years old, you see me correcting people when they call me a kid?!"
Hikaru cross his arms over his chest, scowling. Mori sighed.
"Please Hikaru." He spoke just loud enough for him to hear.
Hikaru groans, shaking his head.
"I don't need to tell you, you owe me big time for this and for all the other fucking times." Hikaru snaps.
Mori smiles. "Thank you."
Hikaru blinks and the taller boy is gone. He exhales harshly, once again, alone.
Suddenly, the clink clank of high heeled shoes catches against Hikaru's ears. A wicked grin curls across his face before he rockets into a nearby bush, eyes swimming over the sidewalk.
Two woman in tight tops and loose skirts came strutting down the sidewalk.
He waited with a cool, calculated patience that could not be matched by that of any human's. He suppressed a low growl, his skin already beginning to crawl.
Their smell ripped up his nose, streaked down his throat and rumbled in his stomach.
Their stupid mindless chatter however, shrieked against his ears like a scratched record player. He watched from between the leaves, feeling his spine beginning to crawl against his skin in anticipation.
Hikaru licked his lips. He opened his jaw to make room for the extra shark-like teeth that filled his gums as the smell of their meat drilled straight into his stomach. He waited. His sharp claws jetted out from his fingertips. He waited. His heart beat against his rib cage. He waited. His stomach roared, he licked his lips and waited.
They strut forward, one step and they were within his reach. He pounced onto all fours, blocking their path. He bared his newly hatched fangs and let loose a low growl. They jump back, frozen in place, eyes widening. They opened up their mouths to scream but before they can, Hikaru sliced open both their throats with his claws in one, long, clean swipe. He watched with mild interest as the two woman dropped to ground, like wilted flowers crushed by horrid winds. Hikaru leaned down and plunged into both of their chests with his claws. He tore away flesh, making grotesque, gushing, tearing sounds as he did so. Blood spewed up into the crisp night air, gushing like a geyser. A sick crack ripped into the atmosphere as he tore apart each of their rib cages with his bare hands. Hikaru watched their hearts slow to a stop inside their open chests. He reached inside their gaping chests then ripped out two limp hearts. His teeth sunk into the first ever so slightly. With a whip of the jaw the muscle tore away revealing a glowing blue orb. He turned his head and did the same to the other heart. The hearts oozed through Hikaru's fingers to slip onto the ground but the orbs laid perfectly nested in his palms. He shoved them into his pockets, then watched as the two girls' eyes glazed over.
Hikaru wasted no time. He dived to their guts and ripped open their flesh with his teeth. His hair became matted with their blood, it spewed and soaked into his skin. He hurriedly swallowed all the meat they had to offer. With these two being the only mortals he had seen pass in hours, he doubted he'd get caught but that didn't keep the slight panic in his actions at bay. He quickly tore their bodies apart with his claws, slurping down their meat without even bothering to chew. The chunks of slick meat barged down his throat, consuming the emptiness in his stomach. In a matter of minutes the two would be nothing more than a pile of bones.
When Hikaru finally made it back to their current home he had licked the blood from his skin clean. Hikaru knew he would never touch him covered in the blood of a human.
He crawled up the side of the house with the speed of a single blink. He quietly pushed a bedroom window open with a squeak, just wide enough to slither through.
A musty stench quickly filled his nose. The house groaned under his footsteps. The pitch black around him didn't take so much as a step back to the light of the full moon gleaming in the window.
"This isn't the mountains anymore Hikaru, you'll have to learn to use the door."
Any normal persons skin would have begun to crawl at the sound of such a hideous sneer. Hikaru merely smirked.
"Thanks for the advice Kyoya."
Even in the pitch black he could feel the smirk edging across Kyoya's face, which quickly faded.
"Where's Mori?" He asked
"He's a big boy, he caught his soul, then left, I didn't think he needed to check in with mommy." He snapped.
Hikaru didn't even flinch when rough arms yanked him back. A hand gripped his chin so tightly he couldn't move his jaw. An arm around his waist kept his back tethered against Kyoya's chest. A pair of lips hissed in his ear.
"So where is his soul then?"
Hikaru moved as much as he could to reach inside his pocket and pull out the gleaming blue little orb.
Kyoya eyed Hikaru before quickly leaning forward and letting his serpent-like tongue trace Hikaru's palm before plucking the orb from his fingers and swallowing it whole.
Kyoya hums as the slick orb travels down his throat, his grip on Hikaru's jaw loosen. Hikaru could feel Kyoya's eyes boring into him once the glow of the soul left the room.
"Where's yours then?" Kyoya demands.
Hikaru grins wickedly before turning to face him and opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. The blue glow shown on Kyoya's face. His normal dark grey eyes were now a shimmering yellow. His black hair barely edged away from his face. He grinned at the sight of the soul.
"You're such a fucking tease."
Kyoya stuck his own tongue into Hikaru's mouth. He slurped up the soul before drawing back and swallowing the thing whole.
He gives Hikaru a hungry look. The younger boy moves towards Kyoya, and plucks his glass from his face, he smirks, then shoves them quickly into his jeans pocket. Without another word, Kyoya dove forward and stuck his tongue down Hikaru's throat. He threaded his fingers through his fiery red hair while Hikaru raked his fingernails down his back.
Kyoya suddenly yanked on his hair, pulling his skull back and exposing his bare neck. He licked up and down the silky flesh with his split tongue that resembled that of a lizard's. The entire action making Hikaru shutter. Kyoya moved up his neck and began to whisper in his ear.
"I always hated the way you looked in clothes."
In one violent movement he ripped open Hikaru's shirt. He began to lick up and down Hikaru's chest, tracing his nipples with his tongue.
Hikaru moaned, threading his fingers through Kyoya's hair. Kyoya licked further down his chest before reaching his jeans. He stopped, looking up at Hikaru, his yellow eyes reflecting against the moonlight pooling in from the window. Hikaru repressed a whimper before Kyoya ripped open his jeans, sending the button flying across the room.
This was moving too fast.
Hikaru kneeled down to meet Kyoya's lips. The two tongues battled for dominance, fingers gripping and twisting in each other's scalps.
After what was almost a war, Kyoya pulled Hikaru to his feet, never breaking the kiss he had won. He tore the rest of the shirt from Hikaru's milky flesh and tossed it aside. He gripped the red heads shoulders before forcing him to back up until the younger boy felt his back slam into the wall.
Hikaru managed to unbutton Kyoya's shirt and peel it from his shoulders. He moaned at the feeling of the older boys bare back against his fingernails. His fingertips moved down to the button on Kyoya's pants. Before he could unbutton them however, Kyoya pulled away and yanked Hikaru's own pants down his legs along with his boxers. He flipped the boy around and slammed him into the wall.
"I know what you're trying to do Hikaru." Kyoya growled in his ear. Hikaru herd Kyoya pull down his own pants.
"It's not going to work. In fact, I think you'll have a hard time chasing me with a limp-"
Hikaru cried out as Kyoya plunged into him roughly. He slammed Hikaru into the wall over and over again. Making the boy cry out in pure pleasure as he hit his sweet spot each time.
"Don't- ah-ah, Kyoya!" Hikaru cried.
Kyoya snickered against the skin of Hikaru's neck. He gripped the boy's hips so tightly it would leave bruises the next day.
"You're so fucking weak Hikaru." Kyoya hissed before grabbing the boy's throbbing length and beginning to yank in time with his thrusts.
Hikaru yelped, then moaned Kyoya's name. This only made the older boy thrust harder, biting and sucking his neck.
"Come for me whore." Kyoya hiss in his ear. Hikaru cries out again before spilling his seed all over the wall. Kyoya comes a few thrusts later.
The two pant heavily, still inside each other. Eventually, Kyoya pulls out, yanking up his pants and quickly grabbing his shirt.
Hikaru just stands slumped against the wall.
"He better be close." Kyoya snaps, buttoning the last button on his shirt.
"Who?"
Kyoya and Hikaru's eyes snap to the doorway. There, barely visible in the dull moonlight, is Mori.
"Where were you?" Kyoya growls.
Mori reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blue shimmering soul.
"Feeding" he replies simply.
Kyoya huffs, staring at the sight. He then turns his head slightly to the naked boy behind him.
"Go take a shower Hikaru you still have the taste of mortal filth on your skin." He orders.
Kyoya snatches Hikaru's jeans from the floor, grabbing his glass from the front pocket and jamming them on his face. He walks up to Mori, rips the soul from his grip with a growl then sulks off down the hall.
"That was close." Mori breathes once he's gone.
"Yeah." Hikaru snaps. "You were almost fucked."