Disclaimer: Still own nothing. If I did, perfect pair would have been canon a LONG time ago.
Authors Note: Here is the next chapter, now with more perfect pair. Um….I think I almost over-stepped the lines of T-Rating but managed to keep everything limey, so I hope you all enjoy. OH! And thank you all for you lovely reviews. One last note, this chapter is un-beta'd. I will go back through and fix my mistakes later, so please try to ignore them. Arigatou gozaimashita.
Blue Moon
His eyes followed the perfect form of the small boy with the closed eyed smile. Honey brown locks feathered around his face as he rotated his body to return the tennis ball over the net. A drop of sweat slid down his face, over his slightly hitched lips. He stood proud as the ref called set in his favor.
"You're drooling, Master."
"What are you doing here," the megane'd brunette asked, not turning to the source of the voice.
"Bored." He could hear the shrug in the other's voice. "Kei-chan is to small for me to play with him all the time. He's only 6 you know?"
"So you come to bother me?"
"Naturally. Your eyes are shifting. You want him that badly?"
Closing his eyes the brunette rubbed his temple. "I'm just slightly thursting. Not so much so that I'll expose myself for a quick meal."
"Expose yourself? You wouldn't kill him. Master, are you in love with him?"
"None of your concern, Jirou."
Jirou giggled. "Tomorrow, master. If you were to…"
"I won't. I'm not going to turn another, Jirou. I won't damn someone for my own selfish purposes."
"Hai, master, then I will see you tomorrow as usual?"
"Unless you plan to fight the pain."
"Oh? A spectator?" the laughing voice of the honey haired teen called. "I'm surprised the stone statue known as Tezuka hasn't thrown you out."
Jirou gave a large smile. "Mas-Tezuka-kun and I are old friends. I'm Akutagawa Jirou. Yoroshiku."
The other boy smiled. "Fuji Syuusuke, desu, yoroshiku, Jirou-kun."
"Well I should be going. Tezuka-kun, you're still drooling," Jirou laughed, walking away. Fuji looked up at his buchou.
"And what were you looking at that made you drool?" Fuji laughed.
"20 laps," Tezuka sighed.
"Hai, but before that, would you like to hang out with me tomorrow?"
Startled light red eyes opened. "Excuse me?"
"Technically it would be a date. I like you, Tezuka-kun, and I hope it was me you were drooling over. So please think about it while I run my laps," Fuji smiled, taking off at a jog. Out of the corner of his eyes Tezuka watched the boy run, his eyes going between Fuji's pert backside to his pale untouched neck. A slick tongue ran over parched lips as his fangs itched with the urge to break that skin. Said food, er, boy approached him, panting and sweating. Tezuka covered his mouth and nose as his fangs sharpened even further at the boy's smell. He willed himself to stay calm.
"So, will you go out with me tomorrow," Fuji asked sweetly.
"I-uh-have a previous engagement, I apologize."
Fuji's eyes opened. "A previous engagement?"
"Yes, something I can not avoid. If you'll excuse me I need to use the restroom," Tezuka answered as calmly as possible before walking off quickly. He wasn't normally one to want to feed randomly but when he happened across a member of the girl's tennis team, he couldn't stop himself. Pulling the girl into the shadows of the clubroom he sunk his fangs in, muffling her scream of pain with his hand. Her blood was sweet with virginity, and slid down his throat like a perfectly aged wine. Her blood settled in his stomach immediately taking the edge off his hunger.
Pulling back he licked the wounds, allowing them to heal before looking the girl in her fright filled eyes. Taking her memories of what just happened he released her. She blinked at him for a moment before bowing and walking away with an apology of having gotten lost. There was no way he could stay around Fuji if this was the reaction interaction caused.
000ooo000
Fuji searched through his bag, over and over looking for what wasn't there. "Damn, I must of dropped my key in the clubroom." Turning back around he looked at his watch which read 7:58. "Almost 8, I doubt Tezuka is still around, but if he's not I guess I'll just I'll just have to find him."
Half-way back to the clubroom Fuji realized that Tezuka had said he made plans for the night. "Well I guess I will have to pick the lock then," he sighed.
As he approached the clubroom he was pleasantly surprised to see the light still on. Perhaps Tezuka cancelled his plans. They could sit and talk after Fuji found his dorm key. Not the date he had planned but it would work. With a smile he approached the club room only to stop when he saw the curtains of the window drawn back. No, it wasn't so much this sight that caught so much as the one behind the window.
A blonde person was on their knees in front of Tezuka. Tezuka's wrist was at the person's mouth, the person's hand working Tezuka's aroused flesh. The captain had his head back against the lockers, his eye closed in pleasure. Fuji watched Tezuka's bare chest barely heave with breath.
Tezuka pulled his wrist away slowly, blood flowing down his arm and dripping to the floor. The blonde followed the wrist, eyeing like a hungry child. Once to his feet said blonde grabbed the arms lapping at the dark red bodily fluid desperately. Fuji would have never taken Tezuka as one to enjoy bloodplay, but he found this fact to be extremely arousing.
Before the thought could even finish processing Fuji's eyes widened. Suddenly, before he could blink his eyes, the blonde-who was fully dressed just a second ago-was fully naked, being thrust into slowly, Tezuka at his neck. The motion had happened like a flash of light, and Fuji couldn't figure out HOW it happened. Their positions had been changed so quickly. The boy was undressed quickly. All this was done before he even finished his thought.
The blonde boy-who Fuji now recognized as that Jirou from yesterday-screamed in ecstasy as Tezuka literally tore into his throat. Blood pour from his throat, his hips thrusting against the movement into his body. Pulling away from the pale expansion, Tezuka covered Jirou's mouth with his own, blood amply running down both their chins as their tongues fought. Tezuka gripped Jirou's hips hard, thrusting into him hard and fast, at least to Fuji's eyes. Jirou's eyes found his own, a smirk evident in the glowing red orbs. Tezuka seemed to whisper something to the other before Jirou nodded. Those red orbs found his own eyes again, and darkness overtook the tensai's mind.
000ooo000
"Stop trying to deny it," Jirou pouted, licking his wrist of left-over blood. "Why else would you want me to erase his memories of what he saw? You are in love with him."
"What he saw was acts of vampirism, including our speed."
Jirou made a small puppet of his hand, moving so that it mocked Tezuka's speech. "You're in love with him. I don't see why you just couldn't turn him and set us free of this bond."
"I'm not damning another for my own selfish purposes."
"Maybe he'd be like me and not see it as being 'damned'. I mean, I choose this so momma didn't lose another child like she lost my sister. Selling my imotou-chan was the hardest thing she had to do. I wasn't going to die and let her suffer a second loss."
"I felt the same towards my family when I was still mortal. That's why I gave you the option. I'm not turning a perfectly healthy human for the sake of my own emotions."
"AH-HA! So you DO love him…?" Jirou grinned victoriously.
"I lust after him. That is all. Now clean yourself up and go home. I'll see you in ten years."
"Unless I get bored and hang around to watch you turn Fuji-kun," giggled Jirou, pulling his shirt back on.
"Why don't you go bug another vampire and leave me be?"
"Because master…." Jirou sang before throwing himself on Tezuka's back. "That wouldn't be any fun."
000ooo000
-two years later-
"Happy Graduation," the 18 year old tensai smiled to his friend. Though he had a crush on the other, in their entire senior high career he had never got up the courage to ask the other out. He had a re-curring dream that he had. They were 16 and there had been another boy he had never met there. Fuji had finally asked Tezuka out and Tezuka promptly responded with 20 laps. This was the place he always found himself waking.
Tezuka nodded to the smaller boy bidding him a 'happy graduation' as well. It was finally over. He had controlled his lust and now he would never have to see Fuji again.
"So, Tezuka, I was wondering if…"
"Tezuka?" a voice questioned. A black haired man, obviously well into his thirties turned around. "Dear God, y-you…how is this possible," the egg-haired man asked, eyes wide. "Y-You look the same as you did 20 years ago."
Tezuka looked at his old friend from a previously Senior High experience. Like the man said that had indeed been 20 years ago. He remembered this man. He himself hadn't changed much in the past years. His hair was still black and his head still egg-shaped. If anything, the bags under his eyes gave away his age. "I apologize, do I know you?" Tezuka asked.
"Oishi. Oishi Shuuchiro," the man replied. "I was your best friend in senior high."
"Oh. You must be referring to my father, he spoke of you often," Tezuka bowed low. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Oishi-san."
"Your father?" Oishi counted on his fingers, trying to figure the timeline. He blushed when he realize it was possible if this Tezuka had been conceived and born soon after graduation. "Ah, I apologize. You do look the spitting image of your father. Please send my greetings to him."
"I will. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Oishi, let's go, nya. Miko-chan is waiting!"
"Hai, I'm coming Eiji. Well, my own spouse and daughter are calling me. Perhaps you two can get together sometime," Oishi smiled kindly.
Tezuka nodded. He wasn't all that surprised that Oishi and Kikumaru had been together for 20 years. He was even less surprised that had chosen to adopt a child. They always seemed like the loving parent type.
"That was awkward."
"Indeed it was."
"Mind if I make the situation more awkward," Fuji smiled.
"I don't see how that would be possible, but you may try."
"I'm in love with you," he stated bluntly.
Tezuka looked down at the human youth, and finally his resolved smashed to a thousand pieces.
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Fuji gasped in pain as his back hit the wall hard. But this pain was immediately overrode by the pleasure of having Tezuka's body pressing against him. Tezuka's mouth on his neck. Tezuka's hard arousal rubbing against his own. "Kuni..mitsu," he gasped, hands rushing to unbutton Tezuka's shirt. Pulling back Tezuka removed his shirt throwing it behind him before making quick work of Fuji's own shirt.
"Your skin is cold," Fuji commented, sliding his hands over Tezuka's broad shoulders. "Let me warm you up."
Never, in his very long time of living, had Tezuka ever had sex this incredible. Sex with Jirou always felt amazing but Jirou didn't make his heart go 'doki doki' like Fuji's presence did. He was almost convinced that his heart no longer beat. But here it was pressing against his chest, ticking like a metronome.
"I love you, Kunimitsu," Fuji sighed, cuddling against his new lover.
"Love me? Enough to be with me forever?" he questioned. He never wanted to stop feeling this emotion. If Fuji let him feel like this, then he would happily change Fuji. Even if his morals told him he would not damn another.
"Forever? Is that a proposal? You haven't even told me you love me."
Gripping Fuji's chin tightly he forced the other to look at him. "This is not a game, Fuji. In my three hundred years I have never met a mortal that was able to stir my long dead heart. I did not wish to damn another but, I feel as if I can not continue on in my immortal life if you are not by my side."
"I-immortal? Damned? Undeath? Cold skin? Vampire?" Fuji whispered, putting the small number of pieces together. Tezuka knew even though he had only give him small hints, Fuji would connect it.
"Un," Tezuka affirmed, running his fangs over Fuji's still unbroken flesh. "I've been dying to taste you, but I've refrained myself. I know if I taste you, I'll want more."
"A cursed life?" Fuji mused, tilting his head to the side. "That does not sound to bad to me. I think I would quite enjoy the life of a vampire, Kunimitsu."
He couldn't resist. Fuji was offering himself so openly. Baring his fangs, he buried them deep with Fuji's veins, sighing in ecstasy at the deliciously sweet taste that touched his tongue. He couldn't stop himself from grabbing Fuji's head, pulling him closer, mouth sucking harder. Once he had started he couldn't stop. The thick fluid slid down his throat, ounce after ounce after ounce until Fuji had lost consciousness, his heartbeat a mere murmur to Tezuka's sensitive ears.
Pulling away, he laid Fuji gently on the bed. After impaling his own tongue on a still sharp fang, Tezuka leaned down, covering Fuji's mouth with his own blood filled one. Gently Tezuka titled Fuji's head back to allow his blood to slide down the other's throat. It was taking longer for Fuji to respond than Jirou. Then again Jirou had been semi-conscious during his transition.
Surely though Fuji began to rouse, his tongue swirling around Tezuka's, arms pulling the brunette closer. One main difference between the two was that Jirou had resisted slightly, Fuji was whole heartedly sucking down every drop he could get. Tezuka was the one to pull back, much to the disappoint of his new bonded. Fuji gave a pout, licking his lips. "Is that it?" he whispered.
"No," Tezuka answered. "You have to die for the transition to be complete. If you die slowly the change will be agonizingly painful. If you die quickly by the time you awake from slumber the transition will be complete."
"Then can you kill me yourself?" Fuji asked innocently, licking a finger. He let the digit slide into his mouth, sucking softly, before slowly extracting the digit. "The sooner I turn the sooner I can repay the pleasure you bestowed upon me. Does it feel good to have another drink your blood, Mitsu?"
Tezuka cleared his throat. "I'll kill you quickly. It's cliché but snapping the neck is a quite efficient method of death." With his speed he twisted Fuji's head, severing his neck from his spinal cord. Carefully, when he was sure the boy was dead, he fixed his neck before laying him down. Stepping away from the blood soaked sheets, he grabbed his pants, sliding them back on. All he had to do now was wait, wait for the change to complete. It was almost a freeing thought. Knowing that he would have a mate for the rest of his never-ending life. Not someone obligated by blood contract, but someone he actually fell in love with.
000ooo000
Fuji opened his eyes, breaking from his thoughts of the past. He truly hadn't remembered what he had witnessed that night when he was still human. Jirou had taken care of that fact. Perhaps now that he had been a vampire for sometime, the block had released. True that encounter had been before he was turned, but he had loved Kunimitsu, even then. Fuji knew he could have been turned before he reached 18. Before the night of graduation. But Jirou had stood in his way.
It hurt so much to remember seeing them together. To know another encounter between the two had happened just recently sent him boiling over the edge with anger and jealously. He wanted revenge and the only way to get revenge was to get at the person Jirou loved. Atobe Keigo, with his human half and untrained vampire abilities would be an easy target.
"Syuusuke, are you alright," Tezuka asked softly, leaning down to kiss his lover's forehead.
"Just thirsty," he replied with a smile. "I'm going to go feed. I'll be back later, alright?"
Tezuka nodded, leaning down to kiss Fuji delicately on the lips. "Be careful and don't let your guard down. Who knows what dhampir hunters could be lurking."
"I will." With that Fuji jumped down from the window sill, making his way rapidly though the cool air. The dhampirs wouldn't be hunting him. No, he'd be hunting down a certain dhampir. A certain dhampir who he would seduce into laying him. Atobe's only other option would be to hunt his own darling Jirou. Either way it went, Fuji would be quite happy with the outcome.
000ooo000
Gakuto glared up at his lover as he gave his leg one last tug to free himself. He glared angrily when his leg was caught on a lovely trinket that paralyzed their kind. Angrily he cut off his own leg, before pulling it free. Any angry growl came from his throat with Oshitari laughed at the shape he was in.
"I'm glad you find this so damned amusing, Yuushi," Gakuto practically yelled, trying to shake the pendant off his dismembered leg. Once the thing was off he reattached his leg, grimacing at the veins and bones reconnected with each other. "HOW in the seven hells was THAT supposed to prove I love you?" He questioned, fighting back the urge to kill his boyfriend.
"You could have just as easily chosen to stay buried. But if you were willing to brave that perilous situation then I could accept you being with me, even though you're a…member of the undead."
"VAMPIRE! I'm a vampire it's not that hard to say."
Oshitari ignored the shout looking over his lover. He was dirt covered, his skin marred in some places but healing. Other than that, he looked perfectly fine. "What does it matter? You got out did you not?"
"Ch' I hate you. I don't even want to look at you," Gakuto sneered making to walk away. He gasped in light surprise when Oshitari's arms found themselves around his waist.
"I'm half-vampire Gakuto. You could run and I could just as easily catch you. Even if I do not approve of the vampiric lifestyle. Tonight I will set it aside to show you a real good time. As an apology of sorts."
"You'll drink my blood?"
"All night if you would like me to."
Gakuto thought about it for a moment. "Fine. But I need to bathe first, and don't think you are off the hook. We'll be going to my place and I'm strip searching you. I'm not going to be buried in anymore coffins thank you."
Oshitari couldn't help but laugh. "If that will please you, then strip search away. I promise the only weapon I will have on me tonight is my vampiric nature. Just for you."
"Now you have me horny, so hurry up so we can get to the make-up sex."
"Of course, Gakuto," Oshitari smiled.
-chapter 4 owari-
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