A Pleasant Pain in the Neck Chapter 3, a misc. anime/manga fanfic

A/N Whoo we got to the lemon bit ^___^ This chapter is where we got up to so far and Tacs off for a while so I'm afraid you shall have to wait for more. Mwahahaha.

Ai was sat at the tree outside the shop. The same tree where all those years ago he had first met Magnus. That day it had been raining, Ai was sitting there cold and hungry after a particuarly violent beating. He'd accidentally bumped into some anti-vampire humans, he didn't fight back it wasn't fair and it wasn't as if he'd had much to fight about then. He was waiting for what he was sure would be his end when Magnus had come and found him; offered him food and a reprieve from the rain despite knowing what Ai was from hte start. He had been the first person Ai had truly talked to, telling him of his past and feelings when Magnus offered him the job and accomodation. Since then he had trusted the man completely and never questioned his judgement. Until now. It occured to him that he had lleft Cyr in the shop with the man who'd played them both for fools. He decided he'd go in and take the bracelet off of Cyr at least. Why should he be forced to stay somewhere that he wanted to be. Though he wasn't sure what he would do once he did. Cyr would have to face Yeve and Ai would have to face Magnus, it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. He silently went back into the shop; ignoring Magnus still sitting on the table as if completely oblivious to what he had just done and went upstairs to his room. He found Cyr sitting on the bed head between his folded arms and immediately got concerned for him. It was true that Ai felt betrayed but Cyr must feel worse, not asking for what had happened to him in life had just discovered the person he trusted had lied to him and that someone he evidently didn't want to meet again was coming after him. On top of that he'd been unwittingly made to initiate the whole thing believing he was simply doing a favour for Yeve and forced into one weird situation after another. Ai sat on the bed next to Cyr and saying nothing simply wrapped his arms around him and rested his head on Cyr's shoulder.

The teenager shifted on the bed, his head raising slightly as strong arms wrapped across his frame. '...Ai...' his mind supplied. He hadn't noticed the vampire come in, too deeply wrapped in his thoughts to hear anything other than his own rapid breathing and manic heart beat. He sank back into Ai's embrace, tilting his head slightly to stare at the vampire.

He was both ashamed and relieved to have been caught in such a fragile state. In that moment, Cyr felt his age. He wasn't as old as he normally acted, he wasn't really an adult, even though he might seem like it. All he was was a scared, lonely teenager whose who life had been changed, for the worse, he decided, by a callous, wretched old woman.

Cyr shifted in Ai's arms, his eyes red and still shining with unshed tears as he turned in the vampire's embrace to face the man. It was odd for him to seek solace in the arms of another person. The only person he'd ever done so with was Icer, and even then, it had become natural for them, as they were, essentially, two halves of the same person. Disregarding the oddity of his actions, Cyr wrapped his arms around Ai's neck, his face nuzzling against Ai's collarbone as he trembled, on the verge of crying again. "...sorry..." he whispered, blushing in embarrassment. "...just...hold me please?"

Ai looked at Cyr, seeming quite fragile at the moment and nodded, shifting slightly so Cyr would be more comfortable and resting his head atop of Cyr's. Letting a couple of the tears he'd been restraining fall, he hated seeing Cyr; who was so strong look so fragile. And felt partially responsible. He decided if Cyr were to go and face Yevette he would go with him, he'd aid ihim whatever he decided to do and wasn't going to let him deal with whoever this doctor was on his own. "Cyr." He said softly.

The teen shifted from his position to stare up at the vampire, curiosity in his eyes. "...A-Ai...what...?" he couldn't finish the sentence as he noticed the wetness on the other male's cheeks. He assumed that Magnus's withholding information from Ai had hurt him, probably just as badly as he was hurt. Despite his normally cold, brash nature Cyr hated to see someone upset...especially someone he'd come to consider as a companion.

A trembling hand moved from Ai's shoulders to brush away the wetness on the man's face, the teen pulling his hand back to his chest as he snuggled further into the embrace, the bracelet clanging metallurgical against the snaps on his vest as he did so. He waited for the vampire to continue, trying to calm himself enough to understand what it was Ai was attempting to convey to him.

Ai grabbed Cyr's wrist gently the other man still resting on his chest. "Let me take this off first." He said the sound of metal falling to the floor as Ai unclasped it. "I wanted to let you know, I'm sorry for what's happened...I had no idea what was going on I'm sorry. And, and I'll help you no matter what you decide to do." Ai looked at Cyr and returned the embrace yr had initiated.

Cyr acquiesced. It felt good to have his wrist free of the metal band, and the teen felt better knowing that his movements were no longer at risk of being restricted by unnatural means. He found himself looking at Ai in a new light. Ai was no longer his jailer, Yeve, the Doctor, and the old man from downstairs were.

Cyr wanted to go to Yeve's, to confront her...but she and her son were the closest things to family that he had. He couldn't bear to face the woman, or Alexis, as long as he was volatility unstable. So, he settled for scooting back, studying Ai gently. The vampire had offered to stick with him, apologized for something that wasn't even his doing, and was still here, holding on to him, even though he, by all rights, didn't have to.

Something foreign and uncomfortable stirred in the back of Cyr's mind. He needed to let go of all control, but didn't feel comfortable asking Ai for what he felt he really needed, really wanted. Ai was a practical stranger, an ally, but not a friend yet...though he was the closest thing Cyr had at the moment. To ask Ai for his help in calming down, in letting go, wouldn't be right.

The assassin smiled sadly at the vampire, choosing, instead, to thank him in the only way he knew how. Cyr leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of Ai's mouth before pulling away. "...merci beaucoup..." he mumbled, his voice uncertain.

Ai's eyes widened, shocked by the contact. He couldn't really say it was unpleasant though. He chuckled "You're welcome...So" he asked lightly. "What are you planning to do? Like I said I'll help you either way; wether you decide to confront yeve or stay here for the night. Or I know a hotel keeper; he owes me a couple of favours if you dont wish to stay at either though I'm just slightly concerned about the lack of protection it may offer." Ai looked up glaring at the door suddenly and signalling to Cyr he'd be right back got up and sneaked in front of it. Quietly he suddenly flung the door open and Daichi obviously eavesdropping fell into the room. "Brat; I dont have any patience for you at the moment get out" Ai said coldly to the boy.

Cyr sat on the bed, suddenly missing the contact, his chin tucking to his chest in thought. Did he want to risk staying at a hotel, knowing full-well that the doctor and the creatures he'd created could attack him, track him down, and take him back to the life he had no intention of ever returning to? It would give him more mobility, more privacy...his own apartment probably wasn't safe, and he couldn't stand to see Yeve at the moment.

'...the only place left is here...' he thought, his shoulders slumping. Briefly, he registered the sound of Ai arguing with the boy, the kid, Daichi. By the looks of things the brat had been eavesdropping. How much he'd heard, and how much he knew, Cyr could only guess. Not that it mattered much, to him at least. The only thing the boy could actually do was report whatever he'd heard to the old man, who, quite frankly, Cyr didn't like...at all...

"I swear if you talk about a single thing you heard in here and I don't give a damn how trivial it is I am going to make your existance a very unpleasent one. Now get lost before I think of something unpleasent to do." He watched as Daichi stalked off to his own room; pouting. Ai ran his fingers through his hair, turning back to Cyr and flashing an apologetic smile towards him. "Sorry." He rwturned to the bed; sitting behind Cyr and pulled him back into the light embrace. He didn't want to leave Cyr on his own until he was feeling alright again.

Ai smiled gently, feeling Cyr lean aginst him. "Baka" he said softly, placing his hand on Cyr's head. "Of course I want to help you, you think after all that I've seen recently I'd just let them do what they wanted. No way." Ai's voice went a bit softer, he wasn't sure how the other man would take it; after all they had only spent a short while together but he felt like he'd known him longer than that. He certainly opened up to him; more than any other person in his life except for his master who'd let hi9m down terribly. He placed a small kiss on Cyr's cheek. "I like you." His face went pink. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable sorry."

Cyr shook his head, smiling slightly as heat rose to his cheeks. "...it doesn't..." he said, speaking the truth. Rather, the thought that Ai cared for him as a friend brightened his heart. The assassin was worried though, and it showed when his brows furrowed into a frown. He was having a breakdown, the familiar chill slipping over his mind, cold fear and anxiety creeping into his veins.

Who had been the last person to say something like that? he wondered, glancing down at Ai's chest as he went rigid in the man's arms. "...Ai...you w-won't leave me or dislike me if I do something odd...will you...if I ask you to help me with something?" he asked, thinking of a way to block the feeling of dread from overwhelming him. He needed release, and training wasn't an option. Yet, what he was about to ask the vampire brought an even deeper blush, one of shame, to Cyr's cheeks.

Concerned noticing thw worried look on Cyr's face Ai shook his head. "Of course not, like I said i'll do whatever I can to help. Ai spoke to him truthfully. He wondered what help Cyr could beed, he also knew it couldn't be easy for the man asking for help; after all he had shown he was normally in control of the situations and wondered wat could cause him to ask for help and with a blush on his face none the less.

"I'm...sometimes when I'm stressed," Cyr mumbled, glancing down at the bed, sliding out of Ai's embrace, out of his lap, "...sometimes when I'm stressed I have mental breakdowns...nothing too bad...but they really...I don't have my medicine with me, so I'd rather avoid having one." The teenager sighed. It was always a challenge for him to ask people for what he needed during these times...moreso than it was when he was mentally stable.

"...usually, I would exercise to do that...but I can't, not here, not without your Master's permission to go outside, which, obviously, if he's in league with that bitch, he'll nix right away...so I...ugh...I need to let go of control somehow." There...he'd said the first part...now for the more difficult part.

"As you know, I can't feel pain...normally...and usually, I'm sort of...in control but not when I'm like this. Ai...can you, this is going to sound very odd, can you boss me around? At least for a while? I need to have someone else do my thinking and such for me...please, I know it doesn't make much sense, but I need to feel like someone else is in charge. I promise I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

Ai understood what Cyr was asking of him and how hard it must of been to do so. Though he wasn't exactly sure of how to boss him around. He figured if he could keep his mind distracted until he was calmer would be a good way to start. There were a couple of ways to do that he supposed. Things which keep you busy but don't frustrate you; that would be a bad idea. Books and crafts went out the window. Possibly cooking something? After all they did both have to eat and he head a small adjoining kitchen to his room so he didn't have to go downstatirs. Neither of them would have to confront someone they didn't want to. Though first he had to snap Cyr out of the progression into a breakdown, a mild shock ought to do it he thought. His hand on Cyr's cheek gently but firm, brough Cyr to look at him and kissed him.

Purple eyes widened slightly, a flashback taking hold of Cyr. The last person he'd kissed during a mental state like this had been a guard, two years back. "...but Ai's not a guard...he's a fr...a friend...' Cyr thought, relaxing into the kiss. Compliant, he pressed his lips more firmly against Ai's, sliding forward onto all fours, his eyes sliding shut. This kiss felt different than any of the others Cyr had ever had before. Before he could stop himself, the teenager let out a small moan.

'...this is so wrong...but so very...very right...' he thought, sighing softly against Ai's mouth.

Ai was surprised as Cyr strengthened the kiss and let out a moan. It was very pleasurable and despite not wanting to take advantage of Cyr in his current frame of mind he couldn't help himself as he slid his tongue skillfully between Cyr's lips. Letting out a moan of his own.

Cyr gave in, pressing closer to the older man, his arms lacing around Ai's neck, fingers finding purchase in the man's hair. He allowed his tongue to be coaxed into a dance. He realized that he wouldn't mind if Ai asked him for sex. Right now, he could care less what Ai asked him for as long as he didn't have to think. Still...the feeling of being dominated, pinned to a surface and made to submit was something that both terrified and aroused the assassin.

The brunet pulled away from the kiss, his lips grazing Ai's. "...what do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice soft. If Ai didn't want this, it was no big deal, so long as the man still told him what to do or how to act.

Ai blushed, slightly out of breath after the lengthy kiss. Cyr had wrapped his hands around his neck and was sitting there atop his lap asking him what he wanted Cyr to do. Ai felt slightly guilty, wondering if Cyr would of been willing to do so in a clearer state of mind. But wanton lust overrun his ability to stop and justified that he would apologise to the man later if need be. After all it was he who said he wanted to be bossed around. "Let me take off your shirt?" Ai enquired. He'd still be gentle as well as firm though, he didn't want Cyr to think he was using him.

Cyr nodded, smiling complacently at Ai while he waited for the man to remove the garment. "...alright," he said, leaning forward to press his lips to Ai's ear as he spoke. Cyr was desperate for the loss of control and if Ai wanted his shirt off, he would be more than happy to comply. Anything was worth not having a breakdown.

Cyr nodded in greement so Ai gently taking the garment from him placed it by the foot of the bed. He put his hands atop Cyr's shoulders and started to rub them. Firmly massaging his shoulders Ai nuzzled to Cyr's neck; placing featherlight kisses from his neck down his back.

The teen sat placidly, assisting Ai in wresting the garment up, over his head. Cyr stretched as the garment fell onto the floor, landing on top of his vest, which he'd discarded earlier, while Ai had been talking to the kid. The brunet felt soothed as he stretched his arm across his chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax.

Cyr's chin dropped his his chest, a soft moan escaping from between slack lips as warm, large, strong hands fell to his shoulders, working at the knots and kinks in his muscles. The teen felt the tension leaving his body and responded by leaning backwards, into the giving hands. The purple eyed youth found himself pleasantly surprised as Ai leaned forward, nuzzling his neck.

All the while, while soft, tender kisses were dropped along the curve of his throat, the hands resting while firmly squeezing his shoulders, Cyr felt a slight sense of shame. His serial number, branded into the skin of his back by the Doctor once he'd made his appearance, was in plain sight, clearly visible to the vampire, whose lips had fallen to the line of his spine, eliciting a delighted, yet worried mewl from him.

'...he's going to ask...I can tell...' he thought, his hands reaching behind him to rub Ai's thighs as the man knelt behind him, massaging gently so as to return the favor on his shoulders.

Ai continued his ministrations happy with the sounds coming from Cyr's mouth. His lips brushed over a number marked into his skin. Curious but not wanting to risk upsetting Cyr disregarded it, he knew about upsetting reminders of the past; hiding his own. As he'd learned earlier if Cyr wished to tell him he would but at the moment Ai focused on making Cyr feel pleasured. He wanted him to have a reprieve from the problems that were going on if only momentarily and let him know that Ai cared for him. Noticing the reaction received when he grazed over the base of his spine Ai ran his tongue along the line. From the bottom of his back to just below his neck where he stopped not wanting to worry him. His hands wandered from Cyr's shoulders to his chest, brushing over his nipples.

The teenager's hands never paused, traveling up and down along Ai's legs as Cyr sought to help the man feel relaxed, comfortable, and...possibly...aroused. His posture tensed as Ai's lips fell to one of the numbers. Now was typically the time when Cyr's partners asked about the numbers, and Cyr, unable to lie, would be forced to tell them about his time in the labs. The questions would continue and the night would usually end with Cyr either lying abandoned, finding himself used in a way he hadn't agreed to, or broken in some manner.

To his shock, however, the vampire didn't ask, didn't even stall, choosing, instead, to flick his tongue out, trailing it along Cyr's spine, drawing a pleasant shiver from the brunet. "...Ai..." he breathed, his hands resting dangerously near to the other man's groin, "...t-thank you...please ah-" he gasped softly as lips lapped and sucked on his shoulder, close enough to his neck to send a rush of adrenaline running down his spine. Ai wouldn't bite him though, Cyr knew that now, after watching the man. He wasn't like the other creatures Cyr had encountered, so focused on their own pleasure that they felt free to sink their fangs into Cyr's neck, marveling at how the boy couldn't feel the bite of the teeth as they sank home.

"Ai...I want...let me do something to repay you for this, please?" he begged, arching his back and biting his lip as clever hands found his nipples, teasing them into hardness, the cool air of the room chilling further as his control slipped, his figure chilling to the touch. frost forming on the windows as the brunet's latent crytokinesis came to.

Ai stopped momentarily worried about Cyr, his figure suddenly cool to the touch. He leant closer to him; head resting on Cyr's shoulder. "Are you alright? Want me to stop?" His voice full of concern.

"No," Cyr mumbled, shaking his head desperately, "...please...please don't stop...just tell me what I can do to repay you. I'll do anything, just please, please don't stop!" He was begging again...but then, that had been a common thing for him back at the labs. He didn't know how Ai would respond to it, but he did know that he needed, craved the other male's touch right now. "I don't care what you do to me, what you have me do in return...please Ai, just make the memories stop for right now...please!"

"All I want you to do Cyr is feel better, even if only in this moment in time." Ai readjusted himself to face in front of Cyr, and pushing him down firmly with a noticeable creak from the bed; making sure Cyr's head was on the pile of soft pillows, Ai turned his ministrations to Cyr's stomach. Flicking his tounge around the teens naval his hands still playing with Cyr's nipples.

Cyr shuddered as the vampire tended to his body. The brunet moaned softly, unable to hold it back as Ai's tongue danced around his stomach. That area, especially close to his v-line, which Ai was now covering with alternating kisses and licks, was one of Cyr's triggers. The teenager arched off of the bed as Ai's tongue passed over the curve of his hips.

"Nnh, A-Ai..." he breathed, raising his hand to bite a knuckle in an attempt to keep quiet. It wouldn't do to have the child or the old man hear them. Still, Cyr found it increasingly difficult to remain collected and composed as the vampire's hands found his nipples, teasing them into hardness. He longed for more contact, a fact which, as he recognized it, brought a renewed blush to his face.

It had been so long since he'd been touched like this, but this time, he realized as he lay back on the pillows, the touch was far different than the desperate pawing and biting that the others had given him. It felt softer, more intimate, and the assassin failed to bite back the soft cry as he realized...he was trapped.

Ai sat straight as he lifted his own shirt from his form. Idly tossing it to the side a pale scar stretched just below his ribcage. He leaned back over Cyr and nibbled on his ear playfully. "See; I have one too." Leaning in for another kiss Ai's hahnds made their way under the waistband of Cyr's trousers and stroked his member through the fabric of his pants.

Cyr couldn't help the strangled gasp which escaped him when Ai's hand fell below the waistband of his pants. The brunet's hips raised off the bed, arching towards the invading appendage, seeking more contact. Panting gently, his face flushed and spine tingling, Cyr leaned up, dropping a kiss on the vampire's chest, his hand moving to graze over the scar.

Idly, the teen wondered what had happened, but would not press the issue. Ai hadn't done so to him, and he would return the same courtesy. The indigo-eyed male's tongue danced out, grazing over hardened abs and up the plane of a wide chest. Cyr would not be the only person receiving pleasure tonight, he would see to that. If Ai wanted him to stop, he would, but until then it would be an equal thing.

Ai let out a gasp as Cyr's tongue explored his chest. A slight flush spreading across his face. It was very pleasurable. He continued stroking Cyr; slender fingers teasing the slowly.

Gritting his teeth, Cyr reached down, grabbing Ai's hand and removing it from it's position. Somewhere along the line, he'd realized what was happening...and felt a burst of shame for it. '...I barely know him...he's doing this to make me feel better. I owe him an apology and...something...' he thought, lacing his hand with the vampire's.

Cyr used his free hand to push up on Ai's chest, shaking his head gently. "Unh...A-Ai...I can't do this without doing something for you first...please..I need to be allowed to repay you so tell ah...tell me how..." he panted, very aroused and highly stimulated by the sensations created by the vampire. He knew he was blushing, he could feel it, and he didn't care about that at all...what he cared about was seeing to it that his conscience and his mind both remained clear.

Ai stayed there hesitantly; propped up by his elbow just above Cyr unsure of what to do. He'd only just quite gotten a grip of himself realising what he was doing when Cyr grabbed his hand. He was in a slightly mesmerised state, had been giving into instinct. He'd never really had anyone worried about what he wanted before and it confused him slightly. Unsure what to do he settled for kissing Cyr once again and hoping he'd be able to think clearly through the hazed state his mind seemed to want to be in at the moment.

Cyr's eyes slid shut, the teen leaning back, his hand cupping Ai's cheek. The brunet responded hesitantly, flicking his tongue out over Ai's lips. The feeling of being close to someone, of lips touching, caressing, was comforting to him. "Mmggh..." he sighed, working his hand in Ai's hair, gently threading through auburn strands. It felt...nice...the nicest and most complete he'd felt in a while.

Ai's lips were soft, and carried a flavor that was distinctly his. Cyr could still taste the rose-hip tea on his mouth and murmured softly, his thoughts hazy. If this was what Ai wanted, it was fine with him...

Ai was sure someone would hate him come morning, himself or Cyr he wasn't sure. However he was caught up in the pleasure he was receiving from Cyr and couldn't hold himself back anymore. For a night at least; it seemed fair for them both to forget the blows they'd been dealt. Ai strengthened the kiss, his tongue dancing with Cyr's. Ai continued to tease Cyr's member, more intense than before but still gentle; his other hand snaked it's way to Cyr's ass.