Vampire AU
This whole 'accidentally moving in with number one big bad crime lord' thing certainly had some perks. Akihito was still based in his home city of Tokyo so he could still hang out with his friends and family like usual. But now no one was suspicious of his odd hours, he had extremely comfortable lodgings, and a constant supply of all the delicious exotic fruits and sweets that he could ever dream of.
Also there was the added bonus of a continuous, and very willing, supply of human blood. It was a great deal - provided one ignores the fact that he was moved without his consent and that he might just have an addiction. Not that Asami cared. If anything the man was downright adamant that he be the only source of sustenance for Akihito.
He honestly wasn't complaining.
Except he kind of was.
It was the indignity of it all really.
Akihito was a vampire. Inhuman and dangerous. Vampires were the ultimate human enemy; they lusted after human blood after all.
Yet not only did Asami not seem to care, the damn man actually liked carrying Akihito around in his pocket like some cute little pet.
But it got worse.
Akihito had somewhat gotten used to that. It irritated him to be manipulated into his tiny bat form due to rigorous bedroom activities then pumped full of sweet fruits and topped with blood to knock him out. But the sweet fruits were delicious and it made the indignity all the more bearable.
But this.
This was a new low.
Here he was, minding his own business licking the sweet mango juices from his humans fingers when suddenly he found himself on his belly in Asami's large hand. Then out of nowhere the man produced a goddamn toothbrush and started gently brushing his fur.
A toothbrush.
He was a super species of the night and some human was petting him with a damn toothbrush.
Asami just sat there this stupid smirk on his face and kept brushing his fur. It was just a generic, cheap tooth brush. Nothing fancy or anything. In fact, it was almost laughable to see something that could be found in any commoners mart in the businessman's hands. It would be more funny except Akihito doubted that he went and purchased it himself.
But honestly, the absolute worse part of the whole thing was that it felt so. Damn. Good.
He wanted to be indignant. He wanted to scream his outrage over being brushed with a damn toothbrush. But all he could do was lie there and take it and pretend not to enjoy it. His belly was pooching out with all the fruits he had been stuffed with and he was feeling too sluggish to fly away.
As much as he pouted and grumbled squeakily at Asami, he was fairly certain that the man saw straight through and knew just how good the brushing felt too.
Perhaps that was the worst thing of all.
Because he was never going to live it down now.