It was early in the morning, the sky was inky black and the air cold. Yukio liked cold air, he liked the silence that came with one o clock in the morning, he liked moving in spaces where there weren't people to slow him down. His skin burnt and itched. A pigeon fluttered out of the corner of Yukio's eye, and he almost lunged for it. He was hungry, the sort of hunger that consumed his insides and filled his veins with fire.

But Yukio Okumura did not go after that poor bird, mostly because he was being watched.

"Come on out," he grumbled, pausing at an alleyway and resting a hand on one of his guns. As anticipated, Toudou Saburota stepped out of the shadows, a smile carved gently into his awful face.

"Did you miss me?" Toudou asked lightly.

"Hardly," Yukio hissed, his teeth already aching with want. This was awful- it seemed every bit of him remembered the last time they'd fought, how wonderful the demon-eater's blood tasted…

"I think you did," Toudou remarked in a teasing tone, stepping closer to Yukio. He wanted to step away but didn't, staying still, his pulse racing and the air seeming to swell between them with the scent of mint and smoke. Why was Toudou approaching him? Yukio had already demonstrated that he wanted to drink the demon-eater's blood after all, what would the monster gain from putting himself farther in harm's way?

"What are you doing?" Yukio hissed.

"What demons do. We tempt," Toudou loosened his necktie, tugging his collar to reveal a lovely swath of flesh. Yukio backed away at this.

"I wouldn't want any of your blood if you paid me," he spat out. Toudou continued advancing on him, smiling too widely.

"Really?" he cooed.

"Yes get away from me!" Yukio barked, baring his fangs and pulling out his gun.

"Yukio," Toudou started (and when did he start calling him by his first name, what was with that) , holding up his hands. "Are you concerned for my well-being?"

"Far from it," Yukio hissed.

"Then why are you holding back?" Toudou asked simply.

"Why are you offering yourself to me?" Yukio countered. Toudou shrugged.

"I want to see what you'll do," he remarked, in a simple enough tone that Yukio could practically taste the truth rolling off of it. He could also taste Toudou's scent in the air, the delicious tang of demon blood that pulsed, trapped behind the monster's wretched skin.

He wanted Toudou, and badly.

It was almost as if a spring had been released- Yukio lunged for Toudou and slammed him up against the ally wall.

"Mm that's more like it," Toudou purred out. Yukio wondered in the back of his head if Toudou actually enjoyed this. It didn't matter, Yukio told himself as he scrambled to tug Toudou's collar out of the way. Toudou was squirming under him, although Yukio realized he was shouldering out of his trench coat.

"Thank you," Yukio muttered habitually.

"You're quite welcome," Toudou replied with a cheeky grin. Yukio glared up at him, only intending to do it for a moment but instead catching Toudou's gaze and holding it. It was hard to resist the urge to throw the people around him into a thrall. There was something purely exhilarating about feeling someone's mind, their consciousness, their very will sliding under his own. Toudou shivered a little and relaxed, sighing softly.

"Do you enjoy this, demon?" Yukio hissed.

"Hmmm very much so," Toudou replied slowly, his voice thick and slurred. The demon eater raised his hand very slowly, running it lazily up Yukio's side and cupping the back of his head where his thumb rubbed a gentle circle on Yukio's jaw. Yukio froze.

"What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Your will," Toudou replied simply. Yukio furrowed his brow- did he want this? Did he subconsciously seek out affection from him?

That train of thought wasn't a pleasant one, so Yukio settled for lunging at Toudou's throat, for biting tenderly on the demon's neck. His skin was hot, almost too hot but at the same time just hot enough. His blood was the same temperature, searing, thrumming. Yukio had no reason to be pressed flush against Toudou this time but he ended up that way anyways, coming unsettlingly close to grinding against his enemy shamelessly, The taste of his blood was enough of a distraction though, sliding smoothly down Yukio's throat and into his chest and stomach. Yukio let out a low hum into Toudou's neck, a sound that increased when the other demon moved his hand into Yukio's hair and stroked it a little. That felt nice.

Yukio withdrew his fangs and licked the wound carefully, almost gently.

"I hate you," he mumbled sleepily, his lips brushing gently against Toudou's skin.

"Mmm I hate you too," Toudou whispered, sounding far too sleepy and far too relaxed and far too…blissed out for Yukio's comfort. Or maybe he didn't care anymore. He didn't pull away, that's for sure. Toudou's warmth was very nice, especially since Yukio had a hard time keeping warm as a side effect of his vampirism.

Toudou lurched to one side, tugging Yukio with him. Yukio made a disgruntled noise but let himself be pulled, around the corner and into a door. They staggered up a set of stairs, Yukio completely lost and Toudou presumably too anemic to think straight. Then again, he regenerated at a surprisingly fast rate.

"Where?" he mumbled. "Tell me, where?"

"My apartment," Toudou shrugged, opening another door and stumbling into a fairly neat room with a plush couch. They both ended up on the couch, limbs sprawled and heads lolling.

"You. You called me here," Yukio realized quietly.

"You called me as much as I called you," Toudou remarked lightly. "You were hungry. Apparently, for me,"

"Ugh that sounds disgusting," Yukio muttered.

"It's fine. You hate me and would rather drink my blood than, say, Miss Moriyama's. Or your brother's," Toudou pointed out lazily. "I regenerate, and am an infinite source of blood. It's a win win situation for both of us,"

"Where do you benefit," Yukio wanted to know. Toudou turned to Yukio and smiled slowly.

"The more you drink from me, the less human you become," he told Yukio softly, stroking his cheek again. "It gets easier each time, smoother each time". Yukio narrowed his eyes, although he was too full to lunge at the demon like he wanted to.

"Fuck you," Yukio hissed.

"Such language," Toudou sighed , settling down on the couch alongside Yukio. "Whatever shall I do with you,"

"How about leave me alone and never come back," Yukio suggested.

"Hmm but then who will you feed off of?" Toudou asked simply. And as much as Yukio hated to admit it, Toudou had a point.

Yukio needed him.

Yukio grumbled and rolled so that he wasn't facing Toudou, covering his eyes with the crook of his arm. He fell asleep to the soft sound of Toudou's chuckle.

(A/N: Because this story is headed in a less than SFW direction from now on I'll be uploading it onto my Ao3 archive: /users/TerrifiedAristocrat/pseuds/TerrifiedAristocrat