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Chapter 91

Reunited And It Feels So [Insert Adjective]

Sho spun wildly, smacking the hand off his shoulder. The two men locked eyes; Sho's wide and unsteady with surprise, the other man's narrowed in predatory delight. He'd pulled his white hair back into a disheveled bun and wore clothes more evocative of a darkly psychotic Edward Cullen than an 18th century vampire lord, but the voice and slender, delicate hands now resting at his sides were unmistakable.

Reino licked his lips and leaned in close, pinning Sho against the bar just long enough to breathe in his ear before shifting and sitting on the seat next to him.

"Miss me," he said quietly, more of a statement than a question.

"As if, you asshole." Sho shoved off the bar to leave, his head spinning with questions. Reino's long fingers clenched suddenly around his wrist, holding him back.

"Don't go so soon. We only just reunited."

Sho stared out over the crowd, shaking his arm to try and free it. The slender fingers held an unusually firm grip. He didn't remember Reino being this strong. "Go crawl back in your hole, Beagle," he forced out between clenched teeth. Memories were swarming him, a queer blend of inadequacy and triumph from their last meeting in Karuizawa. He shook his arm again. His leather jacket slipped off his shoulders with the movement.

"Coffin," Reino purred. "Singing may have lost its charm for me, but I can't deny the luxury of a perfectly fitted bed."

Sho turned and stared at him. He rubbed his fingers over Sho's wrist, breaching the jacket's cuff to press chill skin against his wrist. He caressed his pulse point almost tenderly, watching the minute twitch of beat on skin. Sho hissed, his face flushing red with anger. He caught the bartender's curious gaze and snarled, stepping back to the bar to avoid standing out.

"So you gave up," he said, "couldn't make it without faking it."

Reino shrugged. "It was never what I wanted to do anyways. Purely a relief from boredom."

Sho grimaced. Hearing his life's pursuit described so cavalierly grated on him. "Now you're just what? Cosplaying vampires in New York?"

"Waiting for someone," Reino said mysteriously. "Like you are… Who were you looking for?" Reino asked, releasing Sho's hand to wave out over the dance floor. The pulsating lights made his features look ghastly pale, adding a layer of realism to his outrageous claim of sleeping in a coffin.

Sho ignored his question, taking a long draw from his drink. The man next to him jostled his shoulder, searching for more space at the bar.

"Don't be coy." The words slid out of Reino's mouth, insinuating things Sho had no desire to explore. "I have ways of finding out." The space around them seemed to contract, the music's steady beat merging with the thumping of his heart.

He slammed his drink down on the counter, spilling sticky brown soda over his fingers. "F* off," he growled, glaring at Reino. Reino smiled, reaching one hand out to gently touch Sho's temple. His eyes closed, head pulled back slightly as if by an unseen force. Sho felt something rip a gasp out of him, his vision clouding as he swayed. He forced his hand up, the air around it heavy, dragging it down. The distance to the cold touch at his forehead was achingly far- he forced a breath, filling his lungs with too-thick air. He shuddered with effort. His hand finally touched Reino's. Gray eyes snapped open and locked with his, Reino's hand falling freely away beneath his touch to hover beside his face.

"Interesting," Reino said, his words filled with callous joy. He laughed as he raised his finger to press on Sho's bottom lip. "Like this?" Sho felt his eyes start to water. Reino watched him, his eyes searching teasingly.

"What…" Sho swallowed. Each word had to be forced out like vomit, an expulsion of consonants against his restricted throat. "Do… you… want…"

Reino's thumb played along Sho's lip, pulling it sideways then moving to trace along his cheek to his jaw. Sho could feel the streak of wetness across his skin and it made him shiver.

"Same thing I've always wanted." Reino's eyes traveled slowly across Sho's features. "Her." He settled back into his seat at the bar, raising his hand to order a pair of bourbon and pomegranate juice cocktails. The bartender's movements seemed surreal to Sho; imbued with too much normalcy. Sho sank into the seat next to him, unable to look away. "I've been waiting, watching. I think you know perfectly well why I haven't been back to Japan." Reino's gaze flickered to Sho and back to their fresh drinks, sliding a blood red cocktail over to him.

"Tsuruga," Sho said simply, pushing the drink away.

Reino nodded appreciatively. "There are some risks I'm not willing to take." He swung his feet around in his seat, crossing his legs as he leaned back against the bar. His gaze flickered over the seething dance floor. He reached his arm out, running his fingertips down Sho's back. Sho shivered, his skin crawling. He grabbed the drink and chugged it, his head sinking down into his hands. "And some… I am."

The words came out more like gasps, but they came. "You want me to punch your skull in this time, rat?"

Reino's fingers paused, hovering over Sho's beltline. "Funny," he murmured. "Last time there was such confidence, such brash desire to maim inside you. I could taste the darkness. Now, though…" Reino's tongue flicked out as if he were tasting the air. "You lack."

Sho forced himself upright. "I'll show you who's lacking-"

A single finger on his breastbone. "Sit."

His throat constricted. He growled, his muscles trembling.

Reino's smile grew. "Sit," he repeated.

Sho's legs sagged, the breath forced out of him. "F*cker-"

"Good boy." He leaned in close, brushing the hair out of Sho's eyes. "You'll do nicely."

He felt beads of sweat forming on his brow. Trickling down the side of his face. Cool fingertips brushing one away, their simple movement accentuating his own inability to move. His chest tightened with panic but his hand remained perfectly still, loosely clasped around his drink. Reino pulled back, staring at him as he gently swept another bead of sweat off Sho's forehead, licking it off his fingertip.

He stood. Threw cash on the counter for their tab.

"Sweet dreams," he whispered, his voice cutting through the deafening music.

He disappeared into the crowd. Sho's control over his limbs returned piece by piece as the distance between them grew. He dry-heaved; gripping the bar with white fingertips. The bartender walked over and took his drink.

"You're done," he said to Sho, watching him closely for signs of impending vomit. "Get home before you black out."

Sho stood shakily. "Yeah," he said, shoving off the bar. "Home…" He pulled out his phone.

He shoved it back in his pocket. No one to call.

"Make my own way," he muttered, heading out into the early morning light.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing and following! Fun fact that 91 crazies follow this story with 91 chapters haha! You all make me smile in the middle of a crazy beautiful life and I hope each chapter brings you at least a little smile too :-)

Although Sho isn't smiling right now... le sigh. Looking forward to reading any chapter title adjectives lol. Onwards to 100 chapters!