Disclaimer: Yep, have to write one, because I own nothing.
Authors Note: I just realized I haven't put much focus on Perfect Pair yet. But that will change in the next chapter. Because I adore that pairing and they need some love-love time, na? On with the chapter.
Blue Moon
"Shut up, Gakuto," Jirou sighed, drinking down his glass of alcohol.
"Yuushi tried to get you killed? That's funny."
"Mm, incredibly funny. Kei-chan went to see his family today, so I'm all alone and I'm human for the next seven hours. Another!"
The bar tender looked at him for a moment. "Are you sure you're 20?"
"Actually I'm like 116 but I lost count after 100 years," Jirou giggled, banging his empty glass on the counter.
The bar tender looked unamused. "Can I see that ID again?"
"My ID? Gaku-chan, would you please…?"
The man gasped in shock and fear when he found himself pinned against the wall by his throat. The red-head half his size was cutting off his circulation, sharp incisors gleaming at him menacingly. "My friend wanted another drink. If you want to live through tonight I suggest you give it to him."
"O-of co-course," the man gasped out. Gakuto released him, the man hurrying to fix the drink. Jirou sighed, when the drink was placed in front of him a few seconds to late.
"Do you have any children? A wife?"
"I-Iie, I'm single, but I have a girlfriend," the man lied.
"Hm, Gaku-chan…" Jirou made a slicing motion across his throat and Gakuto smirked. The man had no time to take a last breath before his head was severed from his body. Jirou looked over the bar as the headless corpse fell to the ground. "I'd tell you not to waste food, but he just doesn't look appetizing." Downing his simple drink of tequila sunrise, Jirou set the glass down hopping from the bar stool. "By the way, I think you should tell Oshitari you're a vampire."
"Oh! Wait, what?" Gakuto yelled, tossing the severed head behind him and chasing after his friend.
000ooo000
"Akutagawa, I was hoping to see you again," Oshitari smirked as he answered the knock at his door. "Where's Atobe?"
"At his parent's house. Actually I came to speak with you about a certain situation."
"How about the situation of me staking you?" Oshitari offered, raising the stake he had been sharpening. He was surprised when his arm was caught in a vice by his tiny lover. "Gakuto, where did you come from?"
"Downstairs. Yuushi, were you really going to stake Jirou?"
The stake fell to the ground, rolling away. "Gaku-chan, no…."
"You stake him, you stake me, Yuushi."
"I see this will be sufficiently awkward without me here, I'm going to go wait for Kei-chan so he can fuck me and feed on me while I'm still human," Jirou smiled, literally skipping away.
Gakuto entered the dorm room, closing the door behind him.
"How long, Gakuto?"
"Um…about ten years, give or take. I think it was maybe 9 ½ years ago."
"Was this…a choice?"
Gakuto looked down. "No. Not for me. For Jirou, it was. He choose to became a vampire. I was forced into it. My family was in debt and my father found a business man willing to help, unfortunately that man was a vampire. In exchange for the money he wanted a virginal body to sell for high dollar. My sister had already lost her virginity to her boyfriend, so that left me. I was sold into prostitution. I lost count of how many vampires I had sex with. How many fed on me. One of my clients took a liking to me and turned me. He was a weak vampire so I turned around and killed him. I was wandering around lost for sometime till I found Jirou. He helped me adapt to this life. Showed me how to act human. Entered me into school and that's where I met and fell in love with you, Yuushi."
Oshitari looked down at his hands. "You were a whore?"
"Yeah, I was. The only payment I got, however, was staying alive. So really it's like I was a slave. Are you going to stake me now?"
Getting to his feet, Oshitari closed the space between them, hugging Gakuto tightly. "I can't believe you're a vampire. I fell in love with a vampire."
"I'm sor…" Gakuto cut off, eyes widening as he felt a stake pierce his back.
"No, I'm sorry, Gakuto."
000ooo000
Atobe entered his dorm room to see the sleeping form of his lover curled under their sheets. With a small smile Keigo removed his shoes, before removing his shirt and pants, crawling into bed. Wrapping his arms around the smaller boy he delicately kissed his neck.
Brown eyes blinked open slowly, turning to look at him. "Okaeri, Kei-chan," he yawned.
Closing his eyes, Keigo sighed. "Please forgive me for this Jirou."
"For wha…" Jirou's eyes widened as he watched Keigo's eyes slowly shift colors. He felt the cold wave of compulsion take over his mortal body.
"Jirou, are you currently a vampire?" Asking questions in a demanding tone like his father had taught him this afternoon. He learned extremely quickly.
"No," he answered truthfully.
Keigo took a deep calming breath. "Are you a vampire?"
Jirou tried to fight the compulsion, telling him to tell truth. "Ye..n..no..YES!"
"Are you using ore-sama?"
"No."
"Do you truly love ore-sama?"
"Yes."
"Were you in love with ore-sama's great-grandfather?"
Tears began to leak from his eyes. "Ye-yes."
Atobe released his hold on the boy, pushing away from. "You manipulated ore-sama."
"I did. Because I needed trust me. Keigo, do you want to know the truth?"
"How will ore-sama know it's the real truth without compelling you to tell it so?"
"What Oshitari said is true. I want to turn you into a full blood vampire, to be mine for eternity. Never aging. Never dying. And I want to use you to break the bond to my master."
Atobe looked back at him. "You're master? While you are telling the truth, where were you the night you said you were visiting an old friend?"
"Having sex with Tezuka Kunimitsu, my maker and my master."
Clenching his fist Atobe stood from the bed, punching a hole clear through the wall. "You whore yourself out to him? Drink his blood? Get fucked by him?"
"Yes. Once every ten years, it's the contract in my blood."
"Contract?"
Jirou nodded. "In some cases, mostly on night's of the full moon or new moon, when a new vampire is made they'll be bond to their master. The only way to break the bind is to sire another on the night I was turned. So even though Master turned Fuji, it was not the night of 24th of August so the bond holds strong. But Kei-chan, if I turn you that night, the bond shatters and I'm free."
"So you are using ore-sama for that as well?"
"Hai."
"You were in love with my great-grandfather. Jirou, I'm nothing more than a replacement am I?"
"NO! Don't say that. I love you more than I EVER loved him. Keigo…."
"Then you can prove that to me."
"What? How?"
"We'll go see him, together," Atobe responded, redressing.
"N-now? But I'm still mortal for the next," Jirou looked at the wall clock. "30 minutes."
"Regardless," Atobe sighed, taking Jirou's hand. "You will prove to ore-sama that ore-sama is no mere replacement."
000ooo000
Jirou looked around the garden, wondering why they choose the meeting out here. He hadn't been out in these gardens since the night of his death. They hadn't changed to much since then, albeit they had grown in size. Looking up Jirou noticed the moon inch higher and higher into the night's sky.
"Little Akutagawa Jirou," an aged voice called. Jirou turned, feeling his vampiric speed re-grace his body making him fall to the ground. The man in the wheelchair laughed, his voice hacking with his age. "Graceful."
"That hurt," Jirou groaned, rubbing his backside. He jumped up, happy to be immortal once again. "Keigo, you're looking well for 120," he teased, looking the white haired man over.
"As do you. You still look 16 years old."
"And you don't look a day past 80," Jirou laughed.
"Very cute. You're as beautiful as I remember you to be. Those blonde curls, bright innocent brown eyes, beautiful pale skin….."
"You're old and wrinkly now, Keigo-kun, nothing like I remember you. What happened to the pristine boy of the noble family, that walked with his head held high but chased after the middle class nothing?"
The man nodded, his white hair falling over his grey eyes. "Stay away from him, Jirou."
"Away from who…?"
"You know damned well. Don't touch Keigo, he's not my replacement in anyway, is that understood?"
Jirou couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Why does everyone think that? Keigo, I loved you and I WAS in love with you, but that was in 1903. I'm madly in love with Kei-chan, and I want him to myself. You, old man, can't stop me. Though you've aged slower, you've still aged and you will die soon. I'm not letting that happen to Kei-chan. I'm going to take his mortality and turn him into a full blood vampire. You see, Keigo, you were always under the misconception that I was forced into this but I choose it."
Grey eyes narrowed at the vampire. "Choose it? Choose to become a whore to some vampire?"
"If you want the truth, I'll give it to you. The night I DIED, Keigo!" Jirou shouted. "You remember when you brought me to 'mingle' with your friends and your beautiful wife-to-be was present. Remember how your mother did not want your attention on me. GUESS WHO KILLED ME! GUESS WHO RAPED ME! GUESS WHO STABBED ME! That's right, Keigo. Your human, half-brother and his little friends, including your future brother-in-law. All four of them took turns raping me and stabbing me, till they left me bleeding and used on the street. Master saved me! If it's anyone's fault this happened to me, it's YOURS! I told you I didn't want to go. I told you they scared me. You want to know WHY Kei-chan isn't a replacement? Because I HATE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAULT THIS HAPPENED TO ME! I BLAME YOU FOR MY DEATH!" Tears of blood poured from his eyes, as his anger over took him. "I loved you with everything I had and you let me die, Kei-chan had a chance to kill me. I was mortal and he knew the truth of me being a vampire. He could have staked and killed me, but he didn't. Because he loves me. Unlike you, Kei-chan would never betray me for some woman. You said you loved but the moment that Saniroya sauntered in her low-cut European bodice, you forgot I existed. You didn't go after Master because you loved. You went after him because you felt guilty."
Jirou stiffened for a brief moment before relaxing when he knew it was Keigo's arms around him. "Ore-sama knows you love me for me."
Covering Keigo's hand with his own, Jirou gave a faint smile. "I'm sorry for lying to you Keigo."
Keigo looked at his great-grandfather who seemed to have fallen asleep. "He's dead, Kei-chan," Jirou chuckled, more blood tears pouring form his eyes. "He died half-way through my tirade. He didn't want to know the truth, he just wanted to see me again. To threaten me not to touch you. I think, he's known all this time that I hate him. That I blame him."
"You're bleeding."
"I can only cry tears of blood, Keigo."
Keigo looked at the blood stained face of his lover, gulping uncomfortably. He was NOT going to hunger after his distraught boyfriend. It was undignified of an Atobe to want to lick the blood off another's face.
"It's alright. It's better to give into the hunger then fight it."
Looking back at his now deceased great-grandfather Keigo knew someone, an attendant, would find him soon. "Come on, ore-sama needs you."
"Gladly," Jirou smirked.
000ooo000
"Jirou, do you do this with Tezuka," Atobe asked, sucking hard at Jirou's neck.
"Mm," Jirou moaned, his fist clenching in their bed sheets. "Hai, when he feeds on me."
"Is there any line you haven't crossed?" he asked, nipping at Jirou's neck.
"W-we hardly ever ki-kiss and normally th-the sex isn't methodical. It's hurried and rough."
"May ore-sama feed on you?"
Jirou tilted his head to the side. "Feel free. Take me, body and blood."
With a smirk Atobe bared his fangs, burying the sharp incisors into Jirou's neck. His entire body shuddered as he tasted his lover's blood. It slid down his throat almost like it was burning him but settled in his stomach like ice. That girl's blood he had tasted was no where near this good, her blood had merely tasted like sugared water. This. This was something far more enjoyable.
"Do I taste good," Jirou teasingly asked.
"Delicious," Atobe husked, smashing his blood smeared lips to Jirou's.
Using his unholy speed and strength, flipping them over so Keigo lay beneath him. His ran a teasing hand over the front of Keigo's pants, licking his lips. "Let me show you something that Master has never had the pleasure of experiencing."
000ooo000
Gakuto blinked his eyes open to see nothing but black. He tried to move only to feel himself cramped. Faintly he realized he was in a coffin. Oshitari hadn't aimed to kill but to stun. Letting his eyes adjust he caught sight of a note taped to the lid.
'Ohayou, Gaku-chan. By now you have realized I didn't want to kill you, but stun you. When you awaken and read this you will already be buried 6 feet below the ground. You claim to love me, well let's see how much you love me. Touch the lid of the coffin…'
Gakuto did so, pulling his hand back when it was burned.
'I'm sure that hurt. The coffin lid is laced with silver. Call this is a test to see how much you truly love me. Break out of the coffin and reach the surface, I'll be waiting for you. If you can do this I will accept the fact you are a vampire and keep you as my lover. If you can not, well I guess you'll be stuck underground for a VERY long time. One last note, my love, I threw in some anti-vampire trinkets into the ground. Good luck.'
"Stupid Yuushi," Gakuto pouted. "If I die getting out of here, I'm going to kill you."
Yuushi looked down at the grave, looking at watch. "So what will you do, Gaku-chan?"
-chapter 3 Owari-