LOVEBITE
BY:
MiniMorr
PAIRING:
Yohji x Aya
RATING/WARNING:
Yaoi. A tiny bit of blood.
DISCLAIMER:
I don’t own them, I know. Please don’t sue, I mean no harm.
ADD.
NOTES:
Set I’m going to look at it as an exercise in writing lemons, something I
could really use… :)
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Humming softly, Yohji dried himself off after the shower he had just
taken. Tonight had been a mission night – breaking in, killing a few people
and leaving with the data the chibi had collected. Just a routine, but there had
still been an anticipation in the air – one that came from Aya. The swordsman
had almost reeked of it, barely controlled as he had raced off to finish the
target in the man’s office. Yohji had been startled to discover the man
already dead when he caught up with the redhead; his throat open and a good
amount of blood missing. Aya had calmed down somewhat after that, allowing Yohji
to escort him back to the others. He had been more quiet than usual in the car
on their way back home, leaning against the blond and watching the road with
heavily lidded eyes. There had been no way to find out what he was thinking or
feeling and Yohji wasn’t going to be the one to ask either as he was pretty
content with being alive. To talk to Aya when he was in one of these moods was
never a smart thing to do – something they all had learned pretty quickly.
As they had returned home, Aya had disappeared into the shower, locking
the door even as Yohji had tried to sneak in with him. The blond had stood
there, almost pouting for the few minutes it took Aya to wash off the blood, and
– if Yohji knew him right – also brush his teeth. He hated the taste of the
targets, but that was his main source of blood – and he wasn’t going to give
it up. Yohji had discovered that this was the reason Aya always went after the
target alone and while he could understand it, the whole concept of his lover
being a vampire was still a little too new for him to offer to come with the
redhead. There were still things he wasn’t sure that he could handle seeing,
despite everything they had been through already.
Forcing these thoughts into the back of his head, he returned to his
room. Aya had slept there most of the nights that had passed since he had
knocked on the door of the redhead’s room and got a little more than he
bargained for, but he hadn’t been prepared for him to be there when he
returned from the shower.
The vampire was standing with his back against Yohji and staring out the
window in the dark, not moving at all as the blond shut the door behind him and
walked over to his drawer to get dressed.
"You won’t be needing any clothes." Yohji turned around at
the sudden noise to meet Aya’s calm gaze. Not a flicker in his eyes betrayed
his thoughts, just the calm stance that tensed up ever so slightly as Yohji
stared at him.
"I… What?" Those were the last words he would ever had
thought to hear from the redhead who was always frowning and glaring at his
‘indecent’ wardrobe, and even during the time they had been together had
insisted on Yohji being dressed every morning before they went down to the
kitchen.
Instead of answering, Aya moved slowly forward in a liquid motion Yohji
had admired long before he had found out the reason for it. The redhead slid
over the floor, his eyes never leaving Yohji’s, until he was standing right in
front of his lover.
"I said… You won’t be needing any clothes." This was
probably the most bizarre conversation the two of them had ever had – Aya
telling him that he didn’t need any clothes, and Yohji still standing there
with the towel around his waist and a pair of briefs in his hand. However, he
wasn’t about to question his luck this time. Grinning, he let the briefs go
back into the drawer again and pulled the redhead into his arms. Aya let himself
melt against the taller blond, tucking his face in the crook of the scarred
shoulder and Yohji’s neck, inhaling deeply. The smell of blood was gone,
leaving the pure scent he could only describe as ’Yohji’.
"Mmm… You smell good…" Yohji was sniffing his hair and he
could hear the smile in the blond’s voice. He responded by pressing himself up
against Yohji, intent on getting as close as possible to ward off the chill that
was creeping up on him again. It had settled at the end of the mission, after
the target was dead and he couldn’t shake it off on his own. He needed his
lover to do that but he didn’t want to reek of another’s blood as he touched
the blond – in so many ways Yohji was still pure and he would be damned if he
tainted him with himself.
He felt the pulse beat just under the tanned skin, and the sound was
making him slightly dizzy. Yohji’s arms tightened around him as he pressed his
lips against the large artery and he felt the blond shiver when he moved upwards
slowly, searching for a patch of unmarked skin. During the time they had been
lovers, Yohji had got a new ‘lovebite’ every night and he was fast becoming
addicted to the pleasure and pain it brought him despite the way Ken would laugh
at the both of them when he stumbled down into the shop every morning. Thanks to
the chibi who had barged in on them after that first night they both knew about
him and Aya, and while the redhead was always wearing turtlenecks Yohji had done
nothing to hide his bruises.
Waiting impatiently for the vampire to bite, Yohji closed his eyes as his
hands slid down Aya’s back in a soothing motion that would set the smaller man
shivering and purring if he kept it up. The redhead stopped his ministrations
and pulled away from Yohji long enough to look at him before a tiny smile lit
his face.
Stunned over the fact that Aya was smiling, Yohji wasn’t prepared to be
pushed back against the bed and he stumbled backwards as the towel was yanked
from his hips and dropped carelessly on the floor.
"Aya! What the hell--" He stopped as he watched the swordsman
wiggle out of his grey slacks and let them follow the towel and his eyes widened
even more as he realized that Aya hadn’t bothered with underwear. Not that the
fact bothered him – no, Yohji was indeed very pleased with the turn things had
taken. He grinned as he reached out with a hand, pulling the redhead towards him
to fall back on the bed. Aya let himself be settled over the blond’s hips, one
leg on either side of him and with his arms around Yohji’s neck as he found
himself thoroughly kissed. Yohji’s tongue delved deep into his mouth, intent
on dominating as usual and he yielded without a fight. One thing he had learned
was that it felt good to give up control like this... To let Yohji be in charge
even if it was just for a little while before he had to become Aya, to become
Abyssinian, again.
Moaning into the swordsman’s mouth, Yohji’s hands were sliding down a
shivering back again to cup his ass and pull him into a better position and Aya
obliged as he broke off the kiss. He tilted Yohji’s head to the side to get
better access to his neck before he dipped down to nuzzle it. The blond groaned,
knowing that Aya liked to take his time before piercing his skin but it was
driving him crazy to wait.
"Aya... Just..." His hands roamed up and down the vampire’s
back as he tilted his head to leave his throat more open and vulnerable knowing
that the feral side of the redhead wouldn’t be able to resist. One thing he
had learned was that the little amount of what could be called humanity tended
to take a leap out the window when it came to sex and feeding and leaving the
animalistic side in charge instead – and that was a side that Yohji had come
to love and crave more and more for each day that passed. He had never stopped
to wonder why, but was content with how things were – as long as Aya was Aya
and was his, he wouldn’t care.
The redhead moved his lips from Yohji’s neck, ghosting kisses up to his
jaw before the blond turned his head to smile at his lover, one hand brushing
away the still damp strands of red hair that clung to his forehead. The vampire
leaned into the touch, nipping at the fingers and Yohji’s smile increased. The
human Aya was now completely gone. Left in charge was the one ruled by the
ancient instincts that had been brought forward in his soul when he had been
turned and the blond shivered. Violet eyes glazed over with lust as the first
growl emerged from the redhead’s throat. Aya – the vampire – was very
possessive and the marks on Yohji’s neck served to show this very well. He had
offered no explanation beyond the one that no other of his kind would do more
than look at the blond – the ancient code of not touching another’s mate was
one of the pillars of their whole society and once marked, there would never be
another moving in on him. Yohji wasn’t sure that he wanted to think about the
fact that there more of Aya’s kind running around out there and he was glad
that he hadn’t encountered one of them before, but Aya had explained that they
tended to lie low most of the time. No one wanted to draw notice to themselves
if they could avoid it.
Watching as the redhead’s eyes flashed, he tilted his head back again
and wasn’t disappointed when he felt the lips return. As Aya had fed earlier
he was pleasantly warm, but Yohji shivered still as the moist tongue flickered
out to taste him before teeth nipped carefully at the skin. He groaned as his
hands gripped the narrow hips of the redhead and was rewarded with another growl
as the first stinging feeling told him that Aya had given in to his silent
demands.
"Ahhh... Aya!" Pain and pleasure coursed through him and mixed
in his veins as his breath became quicker when the tendrils of passion spread
through his body and he was instantly hard. This was the best part of the sex
– the thrill of placing his life in Aya’s hands as well as the fact that
there was something about tasting his own blood in Aya’s mouth afterwards that
turned him on even more. Ever since that first night he had developed a demand
for it on his own and Aya gladly shared it with him.
One of his hands slipped in between them and took to pumping the
redhead’s half hard shaft, which caused Aya to pause for a moment as he
shivered and adjusted himself in Yohji’s lap. Yohji smiled as his eyes fell
shut again and the redhead’s hands gripped his hair to keep him still.
Suddenly, Aya removed his mouth from Yohji’s neck which caused the
blond to whimper as he was denied his release. He grabbed a better hold of the
redhead’s hips as he shifted the younger man in his lap again to try and find
a more comfortable position as he waited for Aya to close the wounds.
The vampire’s eyes were closed as he licked the two pinpricks before
pressing his nose to Yohji’s cheek and purring softly. This was what the blond
had waited for as he carefully cupped Aya’s head in his hand to tilt his face
up so that he could share that kiss tasting of his own blood. The metallic taste
assaulted his senses and he slipped his other arm around the narrow waist as he
set about to make Aya as breathless as he was himself. This was too good to be
true sometimes...
Squirming, Aya broke away to look at him, the violet eyes barely holding
a tint of their normal colour. Left was the red that had taken some time to get
used to, but which Yohji didn’t mind at all now. His hand slipped from
cradling the vampire’s skull to touch his cheek in a gesture that showed all
the love he felt for the younger man and Aya brushed his bloodspeckled lips
against the palm of that hand in an equal gesture. The gentle smile was returned
as Aya pressed his face into the embrace again, closing his eyes.
"Yohji..." The way his name was breathed out in a throaty purr
set his heart racing with anticipation and he wasn’t surprised as his skin
shivered with goosebumps. When Aya said his name like that he was always on the
verge of loosing what little control he had from the beginning and this night
was no exception.
"Mmmm...?" Watching as the red eyes opened again he was once
more taken aback by all the emotions in them – the sorrow and the longing, but
most of all the love that drowned out everything else. When Aya was like this,
without all the walls he surrounded himself with, was the time when Yohji
mourned the loss of the innocent boy once known as Ran the most. And still he
was... not glad, not really, but in a way grateful for the events that had led
the two of them together. This was something he tended to bury deep down inside
in fear of what Aya would do if he ever found out about those feelings. Yohji
knew that he more than anything else wanted his family back again but he
couldn’t help but feeling the way he did still. It wasn’t something he was
proud of, but it was still there and wouldn’t go away.
Bringing him down for another kiss, he broke that train of thought as he
tried to pour all his love and longing into that simple action and Aya responded
with an equal fervor. Tonight was going to be one of those slow nights, when
every caress would linger and every kiss would be soft and slow – unlike most
nights after a successful mission when they would just tear their clothes off
and barely take the time to shut the door before falling on the bed and doing
their best to keep Ken and Omi awake for the rest of the night.
Aya broke off the kiss again, tilting his head backwards to allow Yohji
access to his neck – an unconscious sign of trust that he appreciated as much
as everything else. Nipping carefully on the silky skin his hand slipped around
and in between Aya’s legs to tease at his entrance which caused a hitch in the
redhead’s breath as he tried to press himself down on Yohji’s dry fingers.
The blond promptly removed them again, ignoring the soft growl as he did.
"Patience, kitten... Just a little longer..." The second growl
made him chuckle as he breathed the words out against the moist skin and caused
a shiver to run through the man seated in his lap.
"Yohji... Please..." The voice was strained as the vampire’s
head fell back even more, the red eartails clinging to the sweatdampened skin
and looking like tendrils of dried blood. Yohji smiled at the sight as he let go
of Aya long enough to reach for the lube resting on the nightstand by the bed.
Smoky eyes watched him as he slickened his fingers before they
disappeared behind him to once more circle in careful movements around the rosy
pucker. He waited impatiently until the first was inserted into him but as he
tried to wriggle down again to take it in deeper, Yohji’s other hand on his
hip stopped him. Watching for any sign of pain, the blond added a second finger
as he placed butterfly kisses on the chest and neck presented so nicely to him
and Aya closed his eyes as he breathed out slowly. The discomfort was one he
would never be used to, but he knew that it would be better in a few moments.
Yohji’s smug grin when he brushed against that special spot inside him that
made him gasp and writhe was enough for him to growl again – only it came out
as something between a whimper and a purr.
"Yo-hji... Please... Now..." Not about to question the plea
this time, he hurriedly slickened himself before maneuvering Aya as he wanted
him and let the redhead press down slowly. He didn’t want there to be any
pain, but the swordsman didn’t seem to care. Yohji did though, more than
anyone would ever know. To hurt him, even if it wasn’t his intentions, always
set off a feeling of burning acid in his chest. He knew that Aya had been hurt
before by people – men – he had fed off and even if the vampire was more
than capable of defending himself there was still something in Yohji that
screamed for him to be careful and treat the redhead like glass. Aya hated that
side of him, but as long as he was Yohji’s he would have to put up with it. As
Yohji would have to put up with a homicidal redhead with a taste for blood for
as long as he was Aya’s. Which was pretty much forever.
As Aya was fully seated in his lap once more, he wrapped his arms around
his lover’s neck to look him deep into the green eyes. Yohji smiled at the mix
of annoyance and lust reflected there before the head fell back again to reveal
a perfect throat. Yohji wasn’t one to turn down an invitation like that and as
he waited for Aya to adjust to him he nipped and sucked at his neck again,
earning whimpers and moans that set his blood racing.
Aya began to move slowly, lifting himself off Yohji’s lap only to press
down again in a motion that caused the blond to whimper and bite his lip as he
leaned backwards, down on the bed to look at the redhead. Aya’s eyes were
closed as the soft purrs Yohji had become addicted to reverberated through the
still air and he steadied himself with his hands on the blond’s chest. His
fingers tracing scars in the darkness as Yohji pressed up and into him and the
blond grabbed his hips again to set the pace he wanted – slow and steady.
A hand took to pumping the redhead’s neglected erection in time with
his own thrusts and as he watched Aya’s pleasure increase he felt that special
surge inside him again, the one that screamed for him to loose what little
control he had left and fuck the redhead senseless. He muted it down again,
instead watching the lingering emotions and the everpresent lust that seemed to
multiply every time they had sex surface as Aya bit his own lip hard enough for
the fangs to pierce it as he reached completion. His muscles clamped down on
Yohji as well, and with a final thrust he came as well, crying out Aya’s name
as the redhead tried to steady himself on the blond’s chest with hands that
were shaking. Yohji smiled as he yanked him down for a kiss and to lap up the
blood from the split lip before pulling out and the vampire dropped boneless to
the mattress with heavily lidded eyes.
The blond looked down on the mess on his chest and made a face before
turning to Aya who blinked warily at him. As Yohji smiled the wariness
disappeared and was replaced with a glare that made the blond chuckle before
grabbing his discarded towel to clean them off. Thankfully, it was still damp,
which made it much easier and he watched as Aya’s eyes dropped shut again and
the redhead stretched out very much like the kitten he was so often accused of
resembling. Yohji cleaned them off before dropping the towel on the floor again
with a mental note to get rid of it in the morning – as if Aya would forget
it. The swordsman had an obsessive compulsive way of always cleaning up the
‘mess’ in Yohji’s room – which of course led to him not finding
anything; which in turn led to a new mess. But Aya had made it quite clear that
he wanted to be able to sleep in there without fear of what might have mutated
and developed a life of its own to come back and attack them. Yohji didn’t
mind, most of the time.
Watching as his lover nuzzled closer again, he pulled the younger man
against him to place light kisses on his lips, nose, eyelids and pretty much
everything else he could reach. A soft smile ghosted over the redhead’s face
as he opened his now violet eyes again to look at Yohji. A pale hand rose to
caress a tanned cheek for a moment before falling back down on the bed again and
the same surge of protectiveness and warmth spread through Yohji at the sight of
the unguarded emotions in amethyst eyes. He smiled again, pressing his lips
against Aya’s forehead before pulling the redhead up over him and tucking him
under his chin. Aya grumbled for a moment, but as he stroke his hand up and down
the younger man’s back the sounds changed into a content purr. He pulled up
the blankets over them – the nights were warm again and when you were sleeping
two in the same bed it tended to get even warmer. As he did that he rather felt
than saw Aya’s content smile as the younger man nuzzled closer. Yohji
couldn’t help but agree…
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NOTES:
This one took me about seven hours all in all to finish (and I’m still
not quite sure it’s finished yet…). Yup, I’m a slow writer when it comes
to lemons... :P