Midnight Screams, Blood and Silk
A/N: Thank you one and all for your kind compliments! Honestly, thank you! Finally the 'lemony' action starts, and I guess you could say Yay . . . I think. And Just in case May I remind this is rated R for a Reason, so you shouldn't read if you don't like THAT sort of stuff. I can barely even write those three letters myself, let alone say it. So there.
Disclaimer: Like the rest, none belongs to me, only plot, but barely so.
2nd Craving-Blood and Silk
Stepping into the apartment, he looked around, still not being able to believe he actually came. He wished his soul had been born condemned instead of with choice, then maybe he would find this more to his taste than as part of his disgust. He took a few more steps inside, his shoes touching the carpet. He eyed the room warily, taking note of the candles in various places of the room, a closet on the right, a silver crucifix on the dresser and a bed against the wall with curtains of its own. To his dismay he found out this was a bedroom. HIS bedroom.
He shuddered inside, swearing at himself at having taken his damn threat seriously. Hell, if a vampire had to be a horny bastard and rape schoolgirls, why did this ass of a rich prick have to come and be infatuated with him? Couldn't he have found a cheap prostitute or a one-night stand to screw? Why him?!
As if his question had been heard, he spun around at the click of the Balcony windows being closed, rephrase, locked. 'Shit', he swore softly.
Eiri Yuki had dressed himself in a simple white shirt and tight leather black pants, the same he had worn the first time they spoke and allowed his hair to fall free tonight, as if not planning on keeping it neat. That was not a good sign. Yuki speculated his 'prize' and had a taunting smirk on his face.
Shuichi replied with an equal grim smile. "So, what do you want from me?" he asked, self-consciously taking a step back.
Yuki leaned against the glass, regarding Shuichi with a drowsy expression, but his eyes flashed menacingly. "Glad you could make it", he murmured.
"Like I had a choice", Shuichi stopped smiling, tensing his muscles as if preparing for him to jump. His typical violet gaze turned a serious dark hue of crimson. "What do you want?" he asked again.
"Don't be so taut", Yuki scolded, shifting off the doors to slowly walk towards him.
Though ready to bolt, Shuichi stood his ground, watching his current enemy slowly stalk towards him with slow, languid steps. He refused to take his eyes off him. "Tell me what you want!" he demanded, not liking his situation at all. He had knowingly walked straight into the predator's lair. Stupid fool!
Yuki lifted his arm as if to touch him, then motioned to a small table with three stools and some pillows scattered about around it. "Please, have a seat". He was still smiling that infuriating smirk of his!
Shuichi had automatically flinched back as his arm had reached out, then flamed on the inside, out of Shame or other emotions, he didn't know or care. He only knew he was ready to smother this sick bastard. He jumped back a few steps as Yuki moved forward to stand in the middle of the room. Shuichi gasped as he felt the cold handle of the door poke him in the lower back, wondering how he could feel the chill of it through his layers of clothes.
Then he noticed it; his cloak was gone! Looking either way to find the lost garment, he looked up to meet Yuki's vivid eyes and Shuichi's cloak held in his fist. 'How did he-?' That's also when Shuichi noticed that Yuki's own eyes had changed to a darker, midnight shade of blue. Shuichi crawled to be stopped by the door, reaching up to try the handle. 'Locked as well', he thought, grimacing, 'go figure. Damnit!' Shuichi turned around to lock gazes with Yuki, unable to hide the panic from his expression. 'Now what do I do?'
A chuckle was his reply. "Undressing already?" Yuki was toying with him!
Shuichi was seriously irked now. Any kind of momentary alarm he had felt evaporated in an instant, pulling out the tiny blade he had used on so many vampires before to protect mortals. Now he was to use that same blade on that which he had guarded, what he had held dear and committed his life to. But you were allowed to make an acceptation in life, right?
He rushed forward, positive he would catch Yuki off guard and be able to get him in the stomach without resistance. But fate wasn't done taunting him yet.
Yuki had stood there merely facing him, grabbing his wrist at the last minute, twisting his hand and pulling Shuichi forward so the sharp object was pointed directly at his own throat.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Yuki asked, dropping the cloak and wrapping his left arm around Shuichi's small frame. "I didn't know you wanted to play rough so soon."
Shuichi was trembling with frustration, without knowing what to expect or how to defend himself. Why did Yuki overpower him with every move he made? "Go to hell", he bit the words out, trying to elbow him in the stomach, without success. Yuki shifted the knife closer, the tip digging into his skin.
He closed his eyes tightly, preparing for the cold metal to slice through his throat. He was going to die.
To his surprise, Yuki let him go. He opened one eye, dropping the knife from his minute nerveless fingers to turn around and face Yuki, but his hesitation was too long.
Within a moment of him turning around, Yuki had grabbed Shuichi by the collar and threw him onto the soft sheets of the bed, disregarding the candles that had gone out as he flew by. Shuichi had literally been flung towards the bed. His back slammed against the wall to which the bed was built with a heavy thud, not leaving so much as a dent. The posts at the head had been painted on the wall. Collapsing on top of the pillows, he groaned in pain, slowly turning onto his back. "Oh, damn sh-"
His words were cut short as Yuki smoothly placed his chilled lips against his own. He pulled something out from underneath the soft cushions, something gentle to the touch and wound countless times around itself.
Shuichi realized once again too late that it was the silk rope he had seen. 'Oh, hell no!' He tore his lips away from the gentle embrace and put on a burst of speed to be out of Yuki's reach before he registered what happened. Fortune finally smiled down upon him.
Moving away from the bed, Shuichi desperately looked around for an escape. Door was locked, too weak to knock that down. He could throw a chair at the window, but that would be too close in Yuki's reach. He was running out of options and time. 'Shit.'
Once again his stomach betrayed him, its rumbling seeming endless in the silence that had fallen.
Yuki began to laugh, a sweet, mysterious sound, his face shadowed with no former evil.
Shuichi relaxed his muscles a little, but with his stomach growling and back aching, he could do little to prevent collapsing. 'Oh no, please God, no-' He anxiously watched as Yuki moved off the bed and started walking towards him. 'I'm going to die,' he thought hopelessly, shutting his eyes. 'I'm going to be screwed against my will and become the mindless sex toy of this human.' How could destiny betray him like this?
But the silk cords never came to bind his wrists, nor his legs. He wasn't even being touched.
He opened his eyes to see Yuki tie the curtains back from around his bed (A/N:Lead you on, didn't I?). Shuichi stared in disbelief, letting out a sigh of relief then passing out. The darkness curled around him with raven wings to fly him away.
Saturday
Shuichi woke to his stomach craving blood. It labored him to breathe, let alone try to figure out where he was.
He was on something soft, that was registered, but the smell of earth and decay didn't swamp over him. Shuichi immediately sat up, panic streaking through him like a bullet. He had to gasp with the nausea that came forth.
"You shouldn't try and be so active after nearly starving yourself," Yuki chided, sitting next to him. "You're weak and need to feed."
Shuichi had to blink a couple of times to adjust his eyes to properly see him. His were still that shaded dark blue, but Shuichi's were more magenta. He shivered and realized he had no shirt on. Lifting the covers to make sure everything else was still in tact though, he leaned back and took note of Yuki having changed as well. He was wearing a dark turquoise silk blouse with black silk pants. It seemed that all of his shirts only had one button, Shuichi noted as he saw it fastened midway yet again.
"I fear to ask how long I have been in such a state," he said, relaxing into the pillows to fight of the urge to heave. Shuichi's hunger caused him to absentmindedly lengthen his incisors.
"Only a day," Yuki answered taking Shuichi's wrist and tugged him closer.
Shuichi was unbalanced and landed sprawled across his lap with the force, a hard nudge pushing against his chest. He swallowed when he recognized what it was. "Um, I'm really grateful for your hospitality and leaving everything intact," he started, thinking for any reason to leave, "but I really have a date to kill someone that isn't avoidable, so if you don't mind-"
Yuki turned him around so Shuichi would have no option but to face him. "You are weak from hunger," he whispered, his tone a dark, crushed velvet, tugging an unexpected sigh from Shuichi, "I am still deciding whether or not to have some fun while you're still at my mercy."
This can't be happening, Shuichi prayed, gaping at his 'host'. "Dare I ask why you left me to sleep?" he asked, wondering why hell couldn't pass by while he was in Lala Land.
"Simple," Yuki answered matter-of-factly, "it wouldn't have been any fun without hearing your screams and moans of mingled pain and delight. I plan on enjoying the sound of you screaming my name as you hurt." He smiled a smile of a dominating sadist finding the perfect sub. "And even as you are experiencing something new," he continued, "I will allow you to drink from me. Is that alright?"
Did he just hear him correctly? He'll let him feed while he's being rammed inside out if not violated front to back? Oh, sweet mother of mercy, what had he gotten himself into? "Can I ask you something?" Shuichi mumbled, his body trembling as the dark wings brushed against his insides.
Yuki raised his brow, turning Shuichi so that he lay underneath him on the bed, his hands next to either side of his head. "To ask why I am doing this?"
"Huh?"
Shuichi wasn't prepared for his response. He looked up into his ardent gaze, shivering with the intensity. What came next was beyond his innocent mind.
Yuki had moved his leg between his thighs, rubbing against Shuichi's own slight bulge in his trousers.
"AH! N-no! Not that!" he gasped, shaking his head fervently and automatically pushing against Yuki's shoulders, needing space. "I wasn't going to ask that!"
He stopped his slow assault, pushing himself up to grab his arms and hold them down next to him. "Then ask you damn question, already," Yuki said, making it obvious he was reaching his limits.
Shuichi wasn't near any kind of limit as he except for him about to be robbed of his innocence and his fighting back is losing purpose. "Why are you so much stronger than me?" he asked, closing his eyes once again as the dark wings stirred, slowly taking on meaning, hunger not helping him at all. "Aren't you human?"
Yuki was silent as he stared down at him through slits, making it seem his eyes were blazing in the moonlight cascading into the room. He tilted his head back as if to howl, then turned it around only to return to brooding over him. He didn't answer him as the moments passed, allowing a grave stillness to settle in.
"There are certain things," he finally answered slowly, opening his eyes a little farther to reveal they had changed again to a near black blue, "that reside between heaven and hell that modern geniuses can't explain." He dipped his head so low Shuichi could feel his breath pass across his lips. "But I promise to let you understand soon enough."
"What?" Shuichi was officially lost.
Instead of bothering himself with the thought any further, Yuki leaned in closer and gathered Shuichi closer to him. "I am getting tired with playing nice", he growled, his grasp on his arm tightening and his other hand stroking the nape of Shuichi's neck, "feed if you must, but I am slowly burning and I don't like it."
Without letting Shuichi think about it any further, he easily closed his mouth over his, having to let his own teeth grow slightly for Shuichi to know he wasn't dealing with something in his powers. Yuki didn't hold back any strength, not caring much if he hurt the smaller lad or not. He needed soul release.
The kiss ached as it became more persistent and Shuichi stubbornly refused to open his mouth. Until Yuki bit down on his lip, he had no choice but to open, only to have Yuki's tongue assault his hot cavern. The yelp was lost between their sharing breath, Shuichi's body betraying him completely. The coppery taste of blood on Yuki's tongue made him move restlessly against him.
His hands left trails of fire wherever they touched, Shuichi curling underneath him. Yuki tore off his own shirt, throwing it across the room, assailing Shuichi's body until he was drawn like a bow. He felt Shuichi's hands lengthen their nails and puncture his skin as warm little rivulets ran down along his chest, his arms.
There was the smell, uncovered, revealed, flooding Shuichi's senses, not allowing him to know nothing more than hunger for the moment. Shuichi broke free of the kiss, followed the trails of blood with his lips, his tongue, passionately kissing and drinking in each drop, reveling in the taste, the way he craved for more.
It overwhelmed his senses, the coppery-bitterness that only Yuki's blood provided. For the first time in his existence, he felt a momentary satiation. This caused his craving to grow. Shuichi reached up for Yuki's head, pulling him towards his extended incisors, wetting his lips with longing.
Yuki allowed him a taste, still savoring Shuichi's own, but his body throbbed as it started to flame him on the inside. It was hard for him to not succumb to the fire that raged inside him, let alone to his own wants. But he teased Shuichi with his own mouth, nipping here and there at the soft skin, biting gently, but leaving marks nonetheless.
Holding Shuichi down again with one hand, his fingers splayed on his pale chest, he tore off his pants and undies together in a resonating 'rip', the sound echoing off the walls, leaving Shuichi's vulnerability exposed. "Cute", he smiled, dipping lower to get a better, more thorough tasting.
As he felt the warmth wrap around him, a slippery satin assaulting him, Shuichi tried to close his legs, spastic pain vibrating through him, sudden panic streaking through him, the wings taking flight inside his chest.
The Wings that flew on his fear recognized once again.
"Don't! Please stop!" Shuichi called out, unable to hide dread.
Reaching back, Yuki pulled something shiny out of the back pocket on his pants, lifting his head to show his impatience, his icy gaze promising Shuichi more torment if he continued to refuse him. He jerked him closer, Shuichi sliding forward on the silken sheets, now maroon eyes gone wide. Yuki stroked his stomach, drawing little designs with his fingertips to distract him, reaching around with his other hand to hold Shuichi's hands behind his back underneath him.
Within moments he had the silk tied in a crafty knot around his wrists, making it impossible for Shuichi to deny him any longer, his legs useless as they were straddled by Yuki's.
Seeing him exposed completely before him, utterly helpless and without any resistance, Yuki assented to his own longings and cravings, heedless of whatever pains he would cause to Shuichi. Then again, he wanted to hurt him, wanted to torment him into permanent submission, until Shuichi begged him, pleaded for him to fulfill him, to experience the rapture with the agony over and over again. He wanted it to become a steady rhythm, an unbreakable chain, a bonding of the bliss with the blood.
He wanted Shuichi to relieve him, chose him to be his.
A/N: You know, you can go ahead and accept this as the ending if you like happy endings. I'm taking Lemony Snicket's advice (which I also disclaim) and telling you that if you like cheerful endings go ahead and not read the next chapter. Just stop here and dream up something happy and write me about it, so I may join in with your happiness. 'Lythtis', dearheart, I apologize for being so ignorant of the undead. Sorry.