This is a one-shot about the grandson of Ruki's, Tomy, and his advisor, Volcoy and a continuence to the Frozen Jack story.
Tomy ends up becoming next in line for the lead of the court of Frozen Vampires and the advisor to his father, Akuma, as a son who is bent on becoming part of the court one way or another.
After he is finally given a chance to prove himself, he finds his assignment of watching Tomy and advising him turning into something else completely.
It's been 6 months and it's about time each of the boys owns up to their feelings.
Volcoy (c) me
Tomy (c) a friend
"Volcoy Lesargi…"
The green-eyed vampire smirked as a dirty blonde boy, just his height, walked up to him as soon as he stepped into the mansion. Kamijo deserted him, figuring it'd be best for Volcoy to talk with a friend on the council. Tristian, one of the youngest frozen vampires, stood inches from Volcoy and laughed.
"Damn, you look strong. Not sure if you really are though." He teased.
Volcoy raised an eyebrow as he moved his bangs to the side to see Tristian better. "You want to test that theory?"
Suddenly, Tristian threw a punch at Volcoy's face. The green irises of his eyes expanded for a moment as he recognized the attack. His hand instantly went up to shield his face, grabbing Tristian's fist tightly. The frozen vampires were caught in each other's glares, green staring into blue. Volcoy tightened his grip and felt a pop. Tristian winced, his eyes beginning to water, and bent his knees.
"Ok, ok! I give!" Tristian hissed through his teeth.
Volcoy smirked more and released the vampire. "Theory unsuccessful."
"Damn straight." Tristian laughed as he flexed his hand. The broken knuckle reformed to the bone and healed quickly but still left his hand sore. He looked up at Volcoy and smiled as he went for the vampire again, putting him in a headlock. "You may be strong, but I still have the element of surprise on my side!"
Volcoy coughed at the sudden pressure on his neck but laughed. "Are you saying I'm predictable!"
The two vampires struggled to keep control of their situation; one attempting to keep the other down and one trying to stand straight again. As they went in circles around the hall, their laughter echoed against the elegant walls and caused the elder council members to come out of the conference room. They came into the hall and watched the young vampires wrestle for dominance if only for a moment before the king cleared his throat. Tristian and Volcoy stopped immediately, standing up straight and trying to wipe the smiles off their faces. They watched Yurito step forward and bowed slightly.
"I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself, Volcoy, but please keep the joy down." Yurito smiled and scolded them lightly.
Volcoy and Tristian bowed again, stifling back laughter. They waited until the elders went back into the conference room before standing straight and smiling to one another, snickering nearly inaudibly.
While the two silently mocked each other, light footsteps lead up to them without realization. Tristian finally looked away from Volcoy after making a threatening face to him and blinked, staring at who had walked up on them. Volcoy shook his head, shrugging off Tristian's expression, and looked over to where he was staring. His smile faded a little at the sight. Blue eyes looked at him, not seeming surprised.
"Prince…" Volcoy's playful smiled turned to humble as he bowed.
Tomy seemed to wince and waved his hand. "Don't… Volcoy, stand."
Tristian glanced between the two for a moment before sighing. "Sorry if we disturbed you, Tomy."
"You didn't." Tomy smiled to Tristian. "I was on my way down already when I heard the laughing ensue. So, Kamijo is here?"
Tomy's attention shifted to Volcoy. Volcoy nodded for his response. "He's holding conference with the king and the upper five."
The prince nodded and turned, about to leave the two vampires, before he stopped. His eyes blinked rapidly for a moment as he thought. He looked over his shoulder to Volcoy, taking a deep breath. "Volcoy… may I speak with you?"
Volcoy's green eyes stared at Tomy as he debated on an answer. He knew he had no choice and was aware what the discussion would be about. He was near saying no but nodded. Volcoy bid Tristian good bye as he followed the prince.
Tomy lead the vampire to a study, filled with books scattered everywhere, which was used for his father's research and the former leader of the frozen council. He watched Volcoy enter after him and shut the door. The dim lights left the room in a solemn but serious mood as Tomy directed Volcoy to sit in a chair three feet from a deep brown, cluttered desk. Once he saw the green-eyed vampire situated, he went to lean against the front end of the desk. Tomy crossed his arms over his chest as he looked Volcoy in the eye.
Volcoy stared back as long as he could before looking away. He felt Tomy's gaze leave him for a moment before a deep exhale escaped the prince's lips.
"So…" Tomy said, looking to the ceiling for an extended period of time.
"So what?" Volcoy glanced back to the prince, not wanting to lock eyes with him at this time.
Tomy's eyes immediately glared over to Volcoy, piercing daggers in the gaze. "'So what?' That's all you have to say?"
Volcoy closed his eyes, leaning back in the seat as he shrugged. "What do you want me to say? You're the one who wanted to talk to me."
There was a flicker in Tomy's eyes before he moved with vampire speed to straddle over Volcoy's thighs. He pressed his left hand on the center of the other vampire's chest, keeping firm pressure on the thin satin shirt and warming the ice skin underneath. His right hand clenched the back of the chair, nails digging into the cloth. The prince pressed his forehead against Volcoy's and whispered darkly as the veins around his eyes darkened to black. "You're right. I did. So, tell me… what did you feel a year ago?"
Volcoy's eyes squinted as the ice inside hissed and popped over his heart. The pain was unbearable but, somehow, promised Volcoy something worth it all in the end. His fangs elongated as he growled, "I don't know."
"For now, you don't, but give it a minute." Tomy pressed down harder and smirked as Volcoy moaned in pain. "I don't like hurting you, Volcoy, but I want to know and I shall get what I want. Call me a spoiled prince if you wish."
Volcoy's hands moved to dig their nails into Tomy's sides, blood slowly seeping from the wounds he created. He tried to push Tomy off of him but couldn't do it. Tomy held tightly to the back of the chair and dug his knees deep into the cushions on the arm rests. "Please… Tomy…"
Tomy's eyebrows furrowed a little. "Last time, you were so willing to feel again. Why is it different now? You may have forgotten what you felt, but I have not and I know that you know it was there. You can register what emotion it was. Tell me that then. It doesn't have to be true now… but then, what was it?"
"Prince… stop…" Volcoy kept begging, refusing to answer any of Tomy's questions. He kept pushing the other as hard as he could but got no where as his strength started to weaken from the period of time exposed to heat.
"No!" Tomy grew impatient and angry. "I will find out how you felt because your heart beat that night! The impulse has been imprinted on my hand ever since. Something is there for it to do that- don't think I am unaware of what it means. I just want to know… is it true? I want to hear it from your mouth, Volcoy Lesargi."
Volcoy choked on his words once the prince raised his voice, the result being more pressure on his heart. Half of the ice shattered over the heart, warming the muscle on that side and tried to expand in order to beat. After some frail attempts to beat, the other half of ice chipped away. The heart warmed completely and melted any remaining cold from it before pushing the black blood through the veins. On Volcoy's skin, veins turned black barely for a minute all together before fading away. His lungs took in a massive amount of air once he was relieved from the horrible pain.
Tomy felt Volcoy relax a little under his hand before he pulled his right hand from the back of the chair. He rested himself on the green-eyed vampire's lap completely as both hands gently pressed to Volcoy's chest. His eyes stared at his hands and the satin shirt Volcoy wore, his expression turning calm. "It's beating… slowly… but it is."
Volcoy's eyes were half open, staring in exhaustion at the prince, and his breathing was shallow. His lips parted a little and he whispered, "Yes… it is."
Tomy's eyes glanced up to Volcoy. "I want to know…"
"Of course you do. 'Volcoy, you alright?', 'Volcoy, I'm sorry but please can I know?' Couldn't put it better?" Volcoy rolled his eyes before closing them.
Tomy bit his bottom lip, about to apologize, before he was cut short.
"Yes." Volcoy sighed. He took a moment, trying to form what he wanted to say in his head. "I broke the one rule I swore I wouldn't. I crossed the line that should have had a wall built on it instead. Though I never did anything, I still know that what I thought was wrong. I put on a professional mask over the emotions I was able to feel all the time… but can now only feel when I'm like this."
Tomy blinked, heart forgetting to beat for awhile. "So… you mean-"
"I love you, Tomy Matsumoto, and I'm not supposed to." Volcoy opened his eyes, looking into Tomy's. "I told you that you wouldn't be disappointed… but then in the same breath you are."
Tomy felt his heart jump into his throat as he looked down, averting Volcoy's eyes, and nodded rapidly. "You're not supposed to… but you're not the only one who's not supposed to. Sucks to compare to this, but it sounds like an extremely fucked up Romeo and Juliet story."
Volcoy tried not to laugh but nodded in agreement. "Exactly and to pursue it would result in the same consequences."
"But I don't care." Tomy shook his head, looking up into Volcoy's green eyes now. "If it can't be pursued… it can be tested. Remember? An experiment."
"Tomy, this doesn't work that wa-"
"It does." Tomy clenched Volcoy's shirt, wrinkling the satin. "When something can't be taken for all that it is… there are times when it can be sampled. I don't want to never know… to never test the feelings a bit further. Please…"
Volcoy sighed and shook his head slightly, "You know I'm leaving soon… training is over and I have to pursue Ami."
"I know…" Tomy's voice was soft.
Volcoy stared at the prince for an extended period of time and then pushed him off gently. He stood and held Tomy's hands, "Alright."
Tomy glanced up to Volcoy. "Alright?"
Volcoy grinned sweetly and nodded, "Yes. 'Alright'. Experiment with this all you want."
Tomy was silent before he yanked Volcoy along, out of the study and down the hall. He made sure no one saw the two as he carefully opened his door, allowing Volcoy to enter first before following. The lock clicked in place right as Volcoy turned back around to look at Tomy in the darkness. Sudden pressure hit Volcoy in his chest as Tomy moved to wrap his arms around the taller vampire's neck. Tomy's eyes were half lidded as he pressed his lips against Volcoy's, pushing him back slightly. Volcoy closed his eyes and applied the same amount of force into the kiss, allowing himself to be moved towards the bed.
As the kiss dragged on, the two vampires collapsed onto the bed- Tomy on top of Volcoy- and didn't pull away from one another. Volcoy's fingers danced along the prince's collar, unbuttoning each pearl button delicately and letting his fingertips grace the skin after each few more inches of exposure. The veins around both of the vampires' lips began to turn black and arch out over their face; a few veins even starting to branch out from the corners of their eyes. Tomy lost control of his hands as they pushed Volcoy's jacket sides away for him to slide under the shirt, touching ice cold skin.
After a few minutes, the two pushed each other to sit up and make the task of removing shirts easier. The veins on the vampires' chests turned black and spread out- more so on Volcoy's. Volcoy's body seemed to turn into a web of black lines; winding and moving under the skin noticeably. Tomy's eyes opened half way as he traced along the moving veins. They responded to his touch by shooting away from the places his warm fingertips had pressed.
"They don't like me…" Tomy whispered, smiling.
Volcoy laughed and held on to the prince, closing the space between them. "They're just afraid… and they mostly dislike warmth."
Tomy kept smiling as he stared over Volcoy's collarbone and shoulders. He rested his head as close as he could get to Volcoy's neck, kissing the skin softly. "Do you think you can really kill Ami?"
"I hope so." Volcoy ran his fingers down Tomy's spine, making the other arch slightly at the touch. "I kind of have no choice."
"You always have a choice…" Tomy let out a shaky breath. "If you can't do it, it's not your fault."
"No, but it means I'm useless."
Tomy's head shot up and he grabbed Volcoy's face gently. "You're not useless. Not to me. Kamijo and the others won't condemn you for not succeeding-"
"If I fail, it means that I must've died." Volcoy explained.
Tomy's heart stopped for a moment. "You won't. You can't."
"As far as we know…" Volcoy sighed. He soon smiled and pulled Tomy's face to him, kissing his nose. "I'll worry about it when the time comes."
Tomy nodded slowly, eyes going half-lidded. He moved his face up slightly to catch Volcoy's lips with his own, pushing the older vampire back as hard as he could. Volcoy didn't budge as he fought back, hands slipping down to loop under Tomy's pant line. The prince gasped a little in the kiss, giving Volcoy the opportunity to deepen it. Tomy clung around Volcoy's neck, fingers entangling in the ebony black hair, as he kissed the icy vampire. His heart beat rapidly in his chest but clenched in agony when he thought of what Volcoy had said.
If I fail, it means I must've died.
Suddenly, the prince pushed and caught the elder vampire off guard- shoving him down on the bed and pinning him. His elbows held him up on either side of Volcoy's head as he licked the icy lips slightly before returning to kiss him. No… You won't die. I won't allow it. If you die after this, I'll hurt 100 times worse than I would have before. You can't die.
Volcoy's hands held firm to the prince's waist, fingers still looped under the pant line. He heard every one of Tomy's thoughts and his heart increased beats per minute. He made no notice that he was listening in on the thoughts but didn't stop trying to make them go away. His mental ears paid close attention as each touch and kiss gave a stutter to the thoughts but never stopped them. Volcoy began wishing he never said anything- just taken in what Tomy had said even though he knew better. The frozen vampire parted from the kiss and whispered, "Ego diligo vos. It means 'I love you' in Latin."
Tomy was silent and so were his thoughts. This made Volcoy smile softly as the prince stuttered, "Why are-"
"No one will know except Kamijo if he heard. The others still speak in the code." Volcoy explained softly.
"Oh…" Tomy whispered.
Again there was silence. Tomy's thoughts were empty and Volcoy merely smiled at the prince. He ran his fingers along the hem of the pant line, bringing his hands to the front and undoing the buttons. The prince's breath caught in his throat once his pants were undone and being pushed down his thighs. Before they could be off completely, Tomy grabbed one of Volcoy's arms.
"Promise me…" Tomy started, "You won't forget what you said- about breaking the one rule. That you won't go back on your feelings just because you can't access them anymore."
Volcoy pushed the prince as he leaned up, kissing Tomy on the jaw and getting as close to his ear as he could. "I promise. I haven't forgotten how I felt for a year and a half… I won't ever forget. Remember that."
Tomy's eyes blurred as tears began to form. The whisper sent chills down his spine and he released Volcoy's arm, allowing his pants to be taken off. Volcoy kissed right below Tomy's ear and descended down as the prince sat on top of the icy vampire in his boxers. Tomy dug the tips of his fingers into Volcoy's shoulders as his head leaned to the side. The frozen vampire gently slid his fangs into the prince's neck, causing a miniscule squeak from him, and carefully drank the blood. Tomy closed his eyes and held tightly to Volcoy, feeling his blood being taken from him. He didn't move as Volcoy finished up and licked his lips.
Suddenly, there was pressure on the spot where the frozen vampire bit. Tundra-like temperatures filled the prince's veins on his neck and began to travel throughout his body. Tomy's eyes shot open, turning black for an instant and then the frozen vampire colors before returning to their normal shade, and he clung tighter to Volcoy. His breath created haze in the air as he exhaled rapidly. "What… are you doing?"
Volcoy kissed Tomy's ear lobe. "Giving you a piece of me. My blood will forever remain in your veins. I promised I won't forget and now I'm making you promise the same. We're risking everything tonight because this might be our last chance."
The tears that Tomy was holding back earlier started to fall. "We're trying to cram… a year and a half or more of feelings in one night… because you don't believe we'll have another one? Together… physically?"
Volcoy moved his cut wrist from the holes on Tomy's neck, allowing them to heal up and the blood to finish its initial course. "Precisely."
Tomy squinted his eyes and shook his head, "No… no…"
Volcoy sighed and put a finger over the prince's lips. "Don't worry, Tomy. I'm here now."
"But…"
"But nothing, prince." Volcoy leaned back and then pressed his lips on Tomy's. He held onto Tomy at the waist and suddenly flipped him, forcing him to lie on his back as Volcoy ran his fingers along the prince's frame.
The two stayed lip locked. Tomy began unsnapping the waistline of Volcoy's pants, pulling them down once he was finished and taking the boxers underneath with them. Volcoy chuckled in his throat and allowed one of his hands to yank the elastic of Tomy's boxers down at the same time. Both of the vampires' pants were thrown to the floor and Volcoy brought the covers over the two, hiding them both away.
Tomy's hands pressed against Volcoy's lower ribs and soon ran back to rest on the opposite sides of Volcoy's spine. They danced down the sides of the frozen vampire's spine and made it to his hip bones, thumbs pressing in on them a tad bit roughly. Volcoy groaned slightly in his throat as he broke the lock and started to leave butterfly kisses down the prince's chest.
Tomy gasped a little, "By the way… don't call me prince. I would… prefer if you stopped."
Volcoy laughed darkly and pulled Tomy on top of him, getting inches away from actually going inside him. "Why not? It's only out of respect for his majesty…"
Volcoy leaned to kiss Tomy on the corner of the lips but was pushed back by Tomy's hand softly, "I don't much like your foreplay, Volcoy Lesargi."
The frozen vampire laughed again, pushing himself closer to Tomy and making the prince gasp again. "Fine… no foreplay… I've never been good at it anyways."
Tomy slid his hands forward, leaving their position on Volcoy's back, and wrapped his arms around Volcoy's neck instead. He allowed himself to fall more on Volcoy, breathing becoming stuttered the more he went. The frozen vampire's hands ran down the prince's sides, veering to rest on his lower back once they ended at the hips. On impulse, Volcoy pulled the prince to him quickly but gently- knowing very well what he was doing to Tomy.
Tomy gasped and groaned in his throat as his head fell to rest on Volcoy's shoulder. He held his breath for a moment as he got use to the pain before letting it out, the warm air sizzling against the icy skin of the frozen vampire. His jaw clenched when Volcoy moved to push deeper, nails digging into the palms of his hands.
"Bite me so you don't hurt yourself." Volcoy whispered softly in Tomy's ear, feeling droplets of blood hitting his back from the prince's hands.
"N-No… I c-can't…" Tomy spoke weakly.
Volcoy grabbed Tomy's forearms and pulled the prince's hands to appear in front of him. He took each hand and licked the blood off of the palms, healing the wounds instantly. "If you keep hurting yourself, we'll get no where."
Tomy kept his eyes closed and head down, laughing breathlessly. "It's because we're getting somewhere that I'm hurting myself."
The frozen vampire smiled sweetly, taking the prince's wrists in his hands. He made Tomy fall to rest on his back again as he pinned him to the bed. "I'll just have to limit you from doing that, sire."
Tomy gasped at the movement and grumbled, "Volcoy, I said-"
He was cut short when Volcoy leaned down to kiss him. The prince melted into it, tasting winter peppermint for the first time and feeling the same chilling web tingle throughout his body. The mark from before…
Tomy remembered the bite on his shoulder from the night when Volcoy called their relationship a game- the mark of a frozen vampire. He felt awkward for thinking about how much he cherished that frostbitten scar the entire time Volcoy was gone but, as he tasted the mark this time, he dismissed the awkwardness. He wanted to hold onto Volcoy but was restricted to being pinned to the bed, making him push a little for some dominance. He heard the icy laugh of Volcoy erupt from the kiss and squeaked once more pressure hit below his hips. The prince's head leaned back, breaking the kiss, as he desired more air.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Volcoy whispered.
"No… not at all…" Tomy laughed lightly. "I would prefer… if you didn't stop and catch me off guard like that though…"
Volcoy smiled, releasing Tomy's wrists as he leaned to kiss the center of the prince's collarbone. "I'll stop that."
Tomy tangled his fingers in Volcoy's hair, closing his eyes softly. He was brought to sit up, pulling off Volcoy only slightly, and gasped. The frozen vampire's lips were still pressed to his collarbone and Volcoy's hands moved to press on the prince's shoulder blades. Tomy rested his chin on Volcoy's forehead, breathing in slowly. He felt himself be brought down again and let his head fall back, holding his breath again. When he pulled his head back to look at Volcoy, he stared into green eyes. Blush covered his face as the icy vampire's lips brushed his. Tomy's hands untangled slightly from Volcoy's black hair after realizing he had clenched to it harder.
"I love you, Tomy." Volcoy whispered, his words articulated on the prince's lips.
Tomy closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to Volcoy's. "I love you too, Volcoy…"
Volcoy caught Tomy in a passionate kiss. Tomy felt his hands tighten in the black hair again but found it perfectly fine, seeing that Volcoy was not hurt. The covers had been thrown off the bed with all the tossing and turning but neither of the vampires found them necessary anymore. Tomy merely held on to Volcoy for as long as he could, knowing very well he might lose him.
