Midnight Screams, Blood and Silk
A/N: On to the real deal now. It's taken me a week to plot this. And this is still R!
1st Crave -Midnight Screams
He had smelled it two weeks ago as he passed a club meant for the deprived and perverted entertainment that some mortals delighted in. Shuichi had just made a quick kill in the alley behind, the concrete littered with things he had rather not identified.
It was sick what the vampire had been doing, luring girls to follow him, seduce and rape them while drinking their blood, then feasting on their intestines while massacring what was left of them. He especially liked to twist off their heads and leave their gapping mouths on his shaft for the remainder of the evening.
He prayed for the souls of the tortured girls, then turned to the mouth of the alley, about to climb back to the safety of the rooftops, stopping as he watched a tall, elegant blonde walk by him as he left, having spared him only a glance.
Shuichi had felt his heart give a threatening thump to break through his ribs. His blue icy stare had captivated Shuichi's senses within moments. He had to force air into his lungs.
"What is a young thing like you doing out at this time? And especially at this place?" he had whispered to him, his voice alluring, seductive. He gave Shuichi a steady gaze that had mesmerized him until the person turned away.
Shuichi couldn't resist the temptation to stalk him for the rest of the night, finding out exactly what he wanted to hear from the places the man visited. His name, Eiri Yuki, and where he lived. Ironically two blocks from the graveyard.
Shuichi sat on the roof patiently, watching midnight pass by, crumpled the little business card into a small paper ball. Eiri Yuki had personally given him an invitation to come to his apartment, just for a little 'talk' he had called it. All of Shuichi's common senses had told him it wasn't a good idea, but his stomach had told him it would be a free meal ticket.
Dropping down onto the open balcony, he quickly gazed at his reflection, wondering why he had been so obvious. His rose hair that hung down the nape of his neck regretfully contrasted the darkness of the night, the same as his moon-pale skin and violet-crimson eyes. The only thing shadowing him and his bright mane was his black velvet cloak and leather pants and shirt. 'Feh', he thought, shaking his head and looking into the dark room where named host was supposed to be.
He hadn't expected to meet the stranger again, but fate liked to play twisted games with him as he discovered over the years of having to bloody his hands with death and lure rats and other helpless creatures to their death. The same was with humans, but he needn't kill them.
Yuki had found him yet again three nights ago, Shuichi having just helped a little girl find her way home and lounged now in the abandoned amusement park. He was sitting in a tree when a voice greeted him from behind.
"You do like to roam the night, don't you?" Yuki called up, now standing directly underneath him.
Shuichi looked down at him in amazement then mentally chided himself for not being more careful. "I don't have any other time to roam", he replied cautiously, his voice slightly raspy, but melodious in its own way, "but you must admit, the night is a pretty magical and mysterious time". He wondered if he should jump down to him. Shuichi had purposely dressed in his blood crimson shirt with faded black jeans, some of his most concealing clothing. Why was this human, no, HOW was this human continuously finding him?
Yuki didn't look impressed. He was wearing a midnight blue blouse, tight black slacks and his hair was in slight disarray. He leaned casually against the trunk, gazing lazily up at Shuichi, his eyes hooded, but speaking volumes of what he thought.
Shuichi was getting uncomfortable with this person just staring at him. He shifted nervously, reddening as he probed Yuki's mind, seeing the images and thoughts that Yuki had while just viewing him. He had seemed like a decent guy, but the images he was receiving from him made Shuichi change his mind in an instant, thoughts concerning silk ropes, a whip and white sheets stained with blood. Shuichi's blood. He had to close his eyes to stop them from bombarding him into total corruption.
The unexpected rumble of his stomach caused him to lose his balance and fall off the branch, only to be caught in the secure arms of said Eiri Yuki.
His skin was slightly tanned and smooth, his chest all muscle, Shuichi was tempted to bite into this person's neck, tempted to taste his blood, the smell itself sending him in ecstasy. The way Yuki held him close brought strange emotions forth that Shuichi hadn't really ever felt. With sudden embarrassment he realized that he was still a virgin after having lived for nearly two centuries killing the vampires. But he hadn't ever cared about a relationship before now, so why these turbulent feelings?
Yuki breathed lightly on his forehead, taking in his scent, bringing Shuichi closer to run his tongue along his throat.
Shuichi jumped at the gesture, hadn't expected the contact, hadn't thought of such contact. He began struggling in his arms, shoving against Yuki's firm body to put at least a mile's distance between he and himself.
But to his amazement, Yuki wouldn't budge. Even using his preternatural strength, it seemed Yuki's grip on him became tighter, until Shuichi finally had to yelp in pain. "Damnit, let go of me!" he cursed, his small frame being crushed against an iron wall.
Yuki dipped his head towards Shuichi's neck, gently nipping the soft skin. "I will give you an invitation you can't refuse", he had whispered against his ear, still nuzzling him. "I can tell that you're hungry, and so I would like to offer you a small feast. Also just to talk."
Shuichi had to swallow, mentally slapping himself to stay in his right mind. "Why the hell should I accept?" he asked, his temper rising even though he was flushed.
The half-breed didn't see the malevolent smile spread across Yuki's face. He dropped Shuichi on the ground, quickly sitting down on top of him, pinning his arms above his head with one hand and straddling his hips with his own. Trapped.
Shuichi gasped as he made contact with the ground which, though moist from dew, was still painful. He had no idea what was happening to him. Yuki held Shuichi's chin with his free hand, turning so his lips were directly on Shuichi's ear. He flicked his tongue out experimentally, directly into his ear, causing poor Shuichi to shiver like a leaf in the wind.
"If you don't come", he threatened, his voice a killing silk wrapping itself around Shuichi's mind, "I will hunt you down, rape you senseless until you know only my name and the darkness. I will slowly kill you in your own denied release every time I touch you, taste you, simply take you. I will make you fear the dark, fear the cold air of night, and most of all, me. Understood?"
Shuichi, if possible, blanched even more, not daring to look into Yuki's eyes once his face was released. He kept his head turned, an unrecognized old burning appearing behind his eyes.
Yuki ran his hand along Shuichi's shirt across his stomach, then slowly moved down towards his faded jeans' zipper. He crept his long deviating fingers down towards Shuichi's most sensitive skin.
Shuichi's breath slammed out of him, his gut clenching in painful spasms. He was gasping for air, not understanding himself anymore, losing absolute comprehension over what was happening. All he knew was he didn't like the position he was in. This was too much. He writhed and twisted against Yuki's body, desperate to get away. Strange dark wings began to take flight inside him.
Yuki's desire heightened with each accidental touch of skin, then deciding he had had his fun for tonight, he would finish his business when Shuichi came to his house. Sighing, he got up off the panting boy, moving in one fluid motion towards the path leading through the deserted park.
As Shuichi shakily got up to his feet and moved to lean against the tree while glaring after him, Yuki caught his right arm and roughly pushed him against the trunk, leaning in very close so their noses almost touched.
Shuichi was afraid, but he was also starting to get seriously irritated. "What the hell is your problem?" he asked, clenching his free hand into a fist and aiming it straight towards Yuki's gut. Yuki's hand had a vice-like grip over it and was slowly crushing him, causing Shuichi to wince in pain.
"Just remember", he hissed, soothing yet spine-chilling, "within this week, you come to my apartment. I slipped my address into your pocket. And if you don't", he turned as if to leave, then caught Shuichi's pink hair in an iron grasp, "then say good-bye to your sanity and sweet freedom".
Shuichi didn't doubt his words, not understanding why he had been so much weaker than he. His whole body trembling, he watched Yuki's retreating back, then spit after him. His eyes felt anew the burning sensation and he touched a hand to his cheek as something warm crept down. Looking at what he had touched, he was stunned to see his tears red.
He was crying blood.