A/N: Well…this is more than awkward. I could apologize for taking so long but…there wouldn't even really be a point to it anymore. I'll update whenever I update. It's pointless for me to say I'll try and get faster about it. I'll update whenever I have chapters and that'll be as often as I can possibly make it but again… no promises.
Warning: Yaoi, Yes. The lemon you have been waiting for is FINALLY in this chapter. Its….dubcon for sure. Noncon? Maybe. I mean cmon it's a pureblood and a hunter no shit its noncon. Also mpreg. Lets not forget about that.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. This ain't mine.
" You push me away now.
My temper is rising
I'll still have you somehow
How can you deny me?!'-Therapy,Craving Lucy
Hot breath felt cold against tanned skin as Rido's mind spun away from him at last after all these months. Enough was enough. Tonight was the night. It had to be, he couldn't wait a second longer. Toga's scent tonight seemed more potent than it ever had before, more mind numbingly beautiful, far too sinfully sweet. Oh his hunter, he truly was a wonderful torture that one. Everything was perfect tonight. His scent was lovelier, his eyes shining brighter, skin perfect as usual, even his hair seemed softer. Yes, everything was perfect. This was the night he made Toga Yagari TRULY his. Everything was perfect except for one.
Mingled with his lovely scent was something he couldn't ignore as much as he tried. Her scent. Natsuki Cross(Kuran)'s. It was dripping off him. He was practically bathing in it. No mortal would ever detect it of course. Well no more than having someone's perfume on you. But any vampire could tell. He'd been with her tonight in every sense of the phrase. That wasn't just Natsuki's scent but her scent of ownership. She was trying to mark him as hers, a scent that powerful wasn't on accident. That sickening whiff of cherry blossoms, femininity and false helplessness. Oh no doubt, she had him eating out of the palm of her hand. She was just what men like Toga wanted. Oh she had him hooked alright. If he didn't think her the most loathsome bitch in existence Rido would have been proud of her. She was a true Kuran all right. He would have been proud…if she hadn't fucked(literally) with what was his. How ironic his rival was his fifteen year old niece . His breath was heavy as he paused at the little hunter's neck. Unacceptable. Natsuki's aroma hung about him like awful, cheap perfume. That couldn't be scrubbed off. Rido smiled. He'd just have to overpower it.
His lips met the warm skin of the boy's neck quickly, willing his fangs to go away afraid if he lingered too long he'd bite. He practically moaned into him. He could feel the boy's pulse quickening under that soft, warm skin. God he felt good, perfect. He had such a lovely neck. Such a goddamn gorgeous neck. Rido's lips stayed against his skin not moving even as Toga went tense underneath him. It took him a second to even remember what it was he was doing, so completely lost in the sheer perfection of that child's neck. Sometimes he wondered if this person he had loved so long was really a man. Then again, he was far too lovely, far too perfect to be a woman either( not that he had ever really found women attractive). Oh of course it was lean and muscled as everything on Toga Yagari was, perfectly perfect as per usual, gently masculine, finely chiseled . Despite all this it seemed delicate. So did he sometimes doubt if Toga was a man or a woman? No. That wasn't it. He ALWAYS doubted if this was really a human. Surely he had to be some kind of fallen angel!
It was only by the desperate squirming of said angel that he didn't lose himself in the boy's sheer beauty. He ran his lips across the skin he knew if he pierced would give him direct access to that most precious of veins. He lavished kiss after kiss of burning lust (both types) on that dear sweet jugular. His every instinct told him to bite down. He opened his mouth slightly his fangs tickling that joyous patch of skin but he wouldn't allow himself. No. He would mark him in a much gentler way. He began to suck gently at first at his neck , marking it, then moaning, stimulating the act of sucking blood, heightening even further the effects of the blood fever. Narcissistic and a masochist. Honestly, how could anyone stand him.
With every moan he felt the raven haired hunter shiver, his only reaction other than complete silence. For once the great smartass Toga Yagari himself was completely speechless. He couldn't blame him. Touga was no fool. He knew what was going to happen just as he knew the gun he was pressing tightly against Rido's forever unbeating heart wouldn't prevent it. There was no fear in his eyes, well yes, there was. As stated before, Toga Yagari was no fool. There was fear there, unlike any other, had he ever even known fear before this day Rido wondered. This was the worst sort of fear. No matter how much defiance there was in those blazing blue eyes, and that was the majority of what was in them, it would do no good. Deep down, though not so deep it couldn't easily be seen, was resignation. The hunter would fight of course. He loved to fight. He lived for it and he was GOOD at it. He'd been trained since birth for it. It was all he knew. Though this time, no matter how hard he fought, it would do no good. This was one battle he couldn't win and it SCARED him. Resignation scared him, being helpless scared him, RIDO scared him. As he wrenched Final Retribution from the boy's hands and threw the gun across the room, he flinched. To take a hunter's gun from him was to leave him fully exposed. That was when he was truly naked. Rido held the younger man's hand in his own much larger ones. Those hands that had threatened just a second ago were shaking slightly. He snickered. A scared noise, a cross between a sob and a shriek, managed to escape the boy's lips despite the hand clamped tightly over them as he drug his fangs over his neck not hard enough to pierce but enough to leave a bright red mark. He kissed at it, running a hand over the smooth skin causing his beloved to shiver in spite of himself once more.
He cupped the face of his dear little hunter gently. His thumb ran along that delicately chiseled jaw line, pressing kisses to it every so often. He gazed into those deep crystal eyes it was so easy to become lost and never find(or want to really) your way out in and was unsurprised to find Toga meet it. He gazed right back, eyes practically burning with hatred, humiliation and fear but it never wavered. Rido smiled, a genuine, loving expression. He fell in love with Toga all the more. That boy was just as proud as he was, practically already a Kuran in his own right. There would be no tears, that would come later, alone with only the harsh light of the day to hear him. There would be no pointless struggling. Toga was no fool. He knew this was going to happen no matter what he did. He'd take his dignity thank you very much and show no fear. The reaction of a true hunter in the face of danger no matter the type. No fear, no pleading, just dignified emotionless silence. Oh that wonderful boy. Sweet and precious pet. How was it possible that anyone could be so heart breakingly dear?! Oh dear precious pet, sweet angelic Apollo. Why must you torture so sadistically with your perfection? How on earth could anyone be so perfectly designed for him but at the same time be designed to make him go insane? How long he had waited. How long he had eaten away at his already questionable mental wellbeing. How long, so many centuries, too many to count. He had waited and waited and waited. And at last the time had come. That boy was too dear for words. He couldn't take it and just like that he snatched his forbidden fruit right up and made off with him, cradling his bride to his chest almost gently. He threw open the door with the sheer magnitude of the raw power leaking from him in waves, sending it flying off its hinges into the dark room. There was no way he was going to claim his mate for all eternity against a wall.
He had barely lay his darling down on the bed when his lips found the boy's. The lights flew on, forced by the strength of will of a pureblood. He could see every detail of his beloved on the darkest of nights. It was for Toga's benefit. This would be his claiming. He wanted him to see it. He wanted to burn it into his mind. This was who he belonged to. The lights shone brighter than they ever had anywhere in the house as his lips met the hunters in a perfect, mind destroying moment. This moment, this kiss, he had waited over a thousand years for. Their lips fit together perfectly as if they had been made for each other. Gentle and chaste at first, Rido found he could do nothing but savor the feel of the hunter's lips against his own, shockingly soft and delicate. The taste of him, all whiskey and sunshine, nicotine and vanilla, fire and life. So addicting. Too addicting. He needed more. He'd never felt such a need in his life. The kiss deepened, his hands running through feather soft raven hair as he was suddenly on top of his young love not even sure when he had gotten there. It wasn't returned. He hadn't thought it would be. He forced the hunter's mouth open, his tongue demanding entrance not seeking it. He explored that boy's mouth that first night and every night, day, and indeterminable time after that with the fervor as if it would be his last. Tasting, sensing, lingering over everything as if he were trying to map it out. Kissing as if he would suddenly vanish any second. For all he know he could. Angels were known to do such things .
He was tearing off their clothes before he could even process it. Rido's eyes had long since glazed over with every imaginable sort of lust. His body ached with longing, his very skin stinging, his soul on fire. The hunter's shirt and his own were gone before he even realized his hand had moved and he went to do the same with their pants but…he stopped. He found he suddenly could not move his eyes glued to the exposed stretch of skin before him. Toga's chest and stomach were just as he has expected. Perfectly toned, perfectly tanned, perfectly irresistible. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Everything was so perfect. A tan like that could only be achieved through being outdoors almost constantly. That was the kiss marks of the sun; it couldn't be faked. He knew he was beautiful but to this extent. He was a Greek God. Michelangelo's angel. How could you look at that man and not desire him? He almost couldn't blame all the women who threw themselves at him. That lean and toned body of his, muscular but not too much so. He was just right. Everything about him was just right. Rido placed a kiss to his little love's chest and he swore he heard him gasp. Sure enough the boy's hands were clamped over his mouth holding in any sound. Rido's heart nearly exploded. That level of cuteness was criminal. It had to be. He wrapped the boy's arms around his neck. "No. I want to hear it love; let me hear your voice." He practically cooed the command.
Kisses turned to licks, his tongue lapsing in straight lines over the young man's chest. Elegant, long fingers gently brushed over nipples but paused as the boy reacted more than he had the entire night. The hunter suddenly inhaled sharply, a shuddering gasp of a breath. The vampire king chuckled. Gotcha. Fingers were replaced by a tongue and once again Toga was squirming underneath him. Well, writhing really. This time there was no fighting other than fighting to keep his face as neutral as possible. A task he was failing at rather quickly. God he was too incredibly cute. Rido positively ached. No more. He could take no more of this torture. He had to claim this boy as his and he had to do it soon.
Their pants were gone in record breaking time. Rido kissed his dearest chastely on the lips before he slid one of those elegant hands beneath the band of black boxers. Despite his hunter conditioning to stay in control of his emotions even someone as strong as Yagari broke. He didn't just break he fucking shattered into a million pieces. This side of his love was one he had never seen. The animalistic look in Rido's own eyes were mirrored in Yagari's though different. Having decided his dignity was gone already Toga did what he was best at. He fought. He struggled, all in vain of course, but fairly impressive nonetheless. " Do NOT touch me! Don't you fucking dare touch me you- you…you beast! STOP THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET THE HELL OFF ME VAMPIRE!" he screeched not so much in anger(though there was plenty of that mixed in there too) as desperation. He wasn't pleading. Toga Yagari would never plead. But screaming? That was something he could handle.
Rido, of course, had no interest in listening to him. He was unsurprised but disappointed all the same to find such resistance. He sighed. A hunter was after all always a hunter. That sort of fighting spirit couldn't be easily broken. Did he want it broken? No. Just…cracked. That would suffice. He pinned him down with a pale, elegant hand. "Now stop this, love. Surely you realize how pointless this is. Tonight is such a special night after all. Let's not mar it with such disgraceful acts." He whispered into the hunter's hairline, ivory hand trailing up a tan thigh. "No struggling now."
Rido had never in his life seen such hatred. It was…beautiful. It would have been if it didn't sting so much. He'd always loved that. Emotions, things vampires rarely partook in. That was such an erotic word. Toga bathed in them . Chiefly anger. What other emotions could he force on this angelic face? So interesting as always. He'd made it his mission to always see happiness. It's what he wanted there, sparkling in those blue eyes more than anything in the world yet now...that wasn't enough. Lust. Need. That's what he wanted on his human's face.
The hand traveling up the hunter's tanned thigh slowed, finger tips dancing lightly at first then stroking. With every stroke Rido placed a kiss along Yagari's chest and jawline, scorching a bit more each time. His heavy breath tickled as he spoke into the boy's ear, "Tonight's the night you'll at last be mine...I shall remember this for the rest of our life together." He gave a quick nip to the ear before letting his hands travel downwards.
He gently brushed against the boy's manhood unsurprised but yet again disappointed to find him not hard in the slightest. Rido on the other hand was in agony. His own very impressive length was aching with the pent up sexual tension of thousands of years. His body cried out for Toga's but he forced himself into submission of head...the one aching slightly less at the moment that is. After all these many centuries of waiting for this it WOULD be perfect. His mate would enjoy this as much as he would. The primal need to please his mate outweighed his primal need to simply do so. Rido had to do this right.
Ignoring his own desperate erection he lavished his attentions on creating one on his mate. As he caressed it gently, alternating the force of friction, he marveled over how even this was just right. Over average yes, but not of a uncomfortable length. Perfect. He was nowhere near as large as Rido himself and not for the first time he wondered if he would hurt his fiery little love. He couldn't bare the thought of that. No he would never hurt him. He loved him far too much. Pleasure, that's the only thing Rido Kuran ever hoped to cause him.
It was with that in mind he suddenly realized what to do. He forced the younger man's legs apart as gently as possible trying not to frighten him more than he needed to. He saw the hunter bite down on his hand before he heard the gasp. He smiled, lips pressed against Toga. He kissed and felt the heat of human blood, more prominent here even in women then anywhere else. This wasn't something he was used to. He had developed a great deal of skill in the matter of women but pleasuring a man with his mouth was different. The only experience he'd had was back when he was a child still living with his family. Haruka and he had been curious and as many vampiric siblings of the day did and still do...well...they experimented. That was a number of centuries ago though and he couldn't just sloppily suck him off as he had so many times for his brother( though he was proud to say more often than not it was the other way around). Of course it wouldn't be disgusting like it always was with a woman. His hunter tasted good. Females...whether they be vampire or human did NOT. He could still remember the last and only time he's provided the same service for Juuri (he was afraid he's always found her a bit repulsive and it only multiplied his disgust of her). He'd licked at the hot, quivering, unbearably sticky wetness as he knew too and pulled away from her body only to have the greedy little bitch shove his face back into that fleshy cave up to his nose. It had taken everything within him not to gag. It had smelled faintly fishy and was entirely unpleasant. How had he managed to even touch women for so long...they were horrible.
His kisses alternated to licks and then open mouthed kisses. His lips moved of their own accord something he thanked whatever out there was listening to him for. He couldn't bare to admit that he, Rido Kuran, had been nervous. When he brought Toga's member into his mouth entirely he was instantly rewarded with a full whine from his dear little human. His blue eyes were now watching him move, his lips set in an almost frown of one being kept in tight suspense. A set of brown and blue eyes met Toga's crystalline ones. The vampire smiled around his mate's penis apparently sending even more bursts of ecstasy through him. The hunter attempted to look away but Rido held his chin in place, keeping their gazes locked. Then a few moments after whines and whimpers turned to moans and feeble bucking of the hips Rido pulled away.
He presented three long, slender fingers to his hunter. "I want you to suck. Just the way I did,ok?" He sighed when the boy continued to glare at him, unmoving. "It's for your own benefit darling." he kissed the hunter's temple, "If it's not properly lubricated I'm afraid it's going to hurt you...quite a bit." he looked down at his monster of an erection. He nearly smiled when the hunter spat on them then leaned back looking smug. He was very unsurprised yet again. "No my darling, I'm afraid that just won't do." He cooed as he forced the fingers into the hot little cave. He groaned and rolled them around astounded by Toga's heat. He snatched them away before the hunter had the chance to bite much to Toga's unhappiness.
"This part ,my dear, I'm sorry for." and with that Rido slid a finger quickly into the hunters entrance feeling Toga go tense around him. Rido sure hoped the band-aid theory could apply here. He wasn't sure how much longer he could make it before he just plunged straight in and started thrusting had. He had to make it pleasurable for Toga though! Quickly with only a squeeze of the shoulder as warning he slid in a second finger. It was then the first whimper of discomfort was heard. In that instant his heart shattered. He peppered kiss after kiss to his dark haired human's temples and forehead. " Shhhh. Relax baby you need to relax. I promise you it will hurt much less then. It'll all be over quickly babe you just need to relax." he said as he slipped a third finger in and scissored them, stretching him as painlessly as he possibly could.
The hunter was now squirming in discomfort starting to border very quickly on pain. Any normal human would have screamed and probably would be crying now. Honestly a lot of vampires in this situation would be as well. Toga was after all a virgin. ...In the back at least. He was no virgin anyway else that's for sure. He was a hunter though. No matter how bad it did hurt he couldn't cry. Hunters weren't allowed to. Apparently they had to be tough at all times. Rido could see that soon he would be on the verge of tears...and it was only going to get worse. If he made Yagari cry he'd be hated even more.
He knew all of this...ad yet he couldn't take it. He thrusted in much more quickly then he wanted too. Crystalline blue eyes were brimmed with tears but they wouldn't spill. They couldn't. Even as Toga screamed and writhed he could not regret this. When he finally struck the spot and the screaming became a sort of gasp he had never been so thankful. He had never been so glad when something was over. He was glad it was over yes but damn was it ever beautiful.
A/N: Well that was a struggle if nothing else. I had to rush it at the end like that because otherwise I was never going to be done. Go easy on me this was my first lemon. So Final Retribution is the name I gave to Yagari's gun. Kaien Cross' sword in this is Blinding Fury. I think they're pretty decent hunter names...a tad more masculine and threatening than Bloody Rose. I'm not hatin though. I fing love the Bloody Rose...such a badass gun. So yeah...poor Y-chan...but I really do like Rido in this. he's kind of a badass. So...here's my story. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you. Please review.
Love,
Kokoro
