Dunkles Leben (Dark Life)
Chapter 2
Author: Goth Koneko
E-mail: goth_koneko@hotmail.com
Pairings: AyaxOmi (for now)
Rating: pg-13 (will go up with chapters)
Warnings: vampirism, blood sharing, violence, swearing, and lemon (later)
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Aya was in a snit. He was non-to pleased to what he did to Ken, but he thought for sure that he had bypassed that damn curse. And Ken was a willing victim, so he couldn't really blame himself, but he did. Now, Omi had to clean the mess he created. He felt horrible. Yohji was lounging on the couch when he walked into the living room; his face set in an emotionless mask. Yohji peeked from under his magazine at Aya.
"Where's the bishounen?" He asked concerned. The fact was that he was afraid for the bishie and upset with Aya for leaving him alone with a crazy Ken.
"Helping Ken." Was his cold reply before disappearing in the hallway. He pulled on his jacket and shoes ready to hunt for his latest victim to satisfy his hunger.
Yohji walked up from behind him, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes aflame with seriousness. "What happened to Ken." He asked calmly.
Aya didn't reply, too interested in tying his shoes.
The blond playboy growled in frustration. "Aya, what the fuck did you do to him?! And why is Omi in there alone?" Anger and confusion replaced patience and calmness as he fumed behind the silent red head.
The pale red head stood up, not looking at Yohji. "I made a mistake that will not happen again." Said this; he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door in Yohji's shocked face.
He admitted he made a mistake? Yohji thought bewildered. No way in hell he would admit to something like this…would he?
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Omi dug his teeth into Ken's slender throat. The thick blood gushed from the wound that he sucked on going down his throat, and filling him with warmth and blood. He had to drain ken to the point of death again, to cleanse his body of this tainted blood that Aya gave him. He opened his eyes, blood red with the life fluid that he was drinking, stared down at Ken sadly. When Ken's heartbeat was hardly evident, he stopped. Omi's body naturally cleans any bad blood that he had drunk, so if he were to make a fledging his blood won't kill them.
Ken's head rolled to the side, looking dazed at Omi. He was weak and knew that if he didn't get any blood into him he will die. But he needn't had to fear when he felt a slim wrist pressed up to his lips. He could feel the other's heartbeat and the smell of blood from him. Grasping the wrist tenderly, he bit down with his sharp canines into the blue vein that pumped that luscious fluid he so needed.
Omi let out a gasp of pain as Ken bit him, turning his head away from him. His honey colored hair obscured his facial expressions as Ken drank from him.
The brunette sat up, new strength surged through his entire being, drinking, and he must have more! Withdrawing from the wrist, Ken pounced on the youth, yanking Omi's head to the side. He saw the vein and lunged for it, piercing the flesh again. The youth whimpered, wrapping his arms around Ken's back, holding him close. Despite the pain that he felt, he could feel a savage pleasure over taking him, but fought it off with every ounce of will he had. Ken withdrew, looking down at the bloodied boy beneath him. Horror filled him and he scooted away from him, his hand over his mouth in disgust to what he just did.
Omi stared at the ceiling weakly, unable to animate his limbs; the buzz was still present even after Ken's withdrawn. He could feel Ken's distress and calmly talked to him. "Kenken, don't blame yourself, you had to do it. I drained you of the bad blood and you had to take it back. Okay, Ken. Do you understand?"
Ken looked up from his crossed arms. The events of last night played through his mind. Yes, Aya and he had shared blood, they wanted to strengthen the bond they had, well to everyone, so on missions they could call to each other through the bonds and not relay on the headsets. But something went wrong, his minded twisted and his body was revolting to the blood intake from Aya. Aya said to sleep it off but to be cautious…He knew he would turn out like this!
Omi groaned as he reluctantly sat up. "Don't blame Aya-kun, Aya thought he had really healed but he wasn't. Aya is guilty for what he did to you, Kenken." The honey haired youth pleaded.
Ken nodded.
Aya, guilty for turning me insane! Ken's mind reeled. That's a first, but I guess whatever he thought was healed, he believed it very strongly and must be disappointed. He silently mused to himself.
Ken felt two small arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders. "Please Kenken, please don't blame Aya. If you want someone to blame, blame me, but not Aya-kun. Okay?'' Omi whispered his pleadings to the older boy, clinging to him, and sobbing quietly.
The corners of Ken's mouth twitched into a faint smile. He kissed the top of Omi's head, stroking the baby smooth strands of his hair. "Omi, I don't blame any one, especially you. You helped me and Aya made a mistake." He smiled at the sobbing youth reassuringly.
Omi searched in Ken's teal eyes, to see any deceit and lies, but found genuine forgiveness in them. Omi rested his head on Ken's chest. "Arigotou, Kenken."
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Aya was stalking a young man in his late twenties with disheveled brown hair, through the blacken alleyway. His steps were silent on the pavement and he seemed to blend in with the darkness of the alley easily. The man turned sharply around a corner into another alleyway, walking into puddles that the rain left form earlier today, only concentrated on his destination. Aya bared his fangs, steeping out from the shadows and grabbing the shoulder of his victim. The man didn't have time to scream as Aya sunk his teeth into him, drinking his crimson fluid that gave the red head strength and the power to live another night. The heartbeat hammered in his ears as he fed, but gradually slowed to stop. Aya retracted his teeth form his throat, placing a few drops of his own blood on the puncture wounds, making them heal so it looked like an accident if someone would to stumble upon the body. Lifting the now cooling corpse he disposed of it in the Dumpster nearby. Feeling satisfied Aya left back for the apartment, but was stopped by a red hair woman, who stood in his way.
"I still you're as charming as ever Abyssinian." The woman greeted with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Aya growled in annoyance. "What do you want Manx?"
A smile appeared on those painted red lips. "I have a mission for Wiess."
TBC
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