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bitetoall136Title: Unbreakable
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Genre: AU, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, Romance, Some Humor
Warnings: mxm relationships, cursing, smut
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Akira/Yutaka, Yutaka/Akira (Reita/Kai, Kai/Reita), Takamasa/Kouyou (Miyavi/Uruha), Takanori/OC (Ruki/OC), Yuu/Ni~ya (Aoi/Ni~ya{Nightmare})
Summary: It was the first scent that caught his curiosity; the first taste which began the addiction that was key to opening the gates of the truth. Put on assignment by his lawful creator, Akira finds his life –his entire existence, beginning to unfold in scattered pieces, all thanks to a very unlikely suspect: Yutaka, the supposed easy going veterinarian student.
Notes: Originally requested bysachiko_241, was going to be a oneshot, but I decided on a minichapter fic <3 This whole fic will be dedicated just to her :P
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
(Character List)
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)(Chapter 6)(Chapter 7)(Chapter 8)
Chapter 9
Nothing but city life surrounded him for as long as he can remember. Tall buildings, busy streets, and cluttered together houses. It’s what he came to know; came to accept. Summers would be hotter than hot and winters would be mildly cool, only a few inches of snow decorating the ground below his feet. Nothing more, nothing less. That said, it was only natural for Yutaka’s mind to be fumbled with confusion when he awoke, his body shivering, blood feeling frozen in the veins beneath his skin. Blurry eyes brought to his attention the darkness encompassing his surroundings, nothing but trees passing by in a scenic route at a rate accelerated enough to make blurry become even blurrier.
Trees, trees, and nothing but snow covered trees. He couldn’t understand. Last thing he remembers is stitching up Ni~ya’s fox form and watching as the wan two tailed unconsciously gathered up in a tight ball; keeping in any sort of warmth. Relief had washed over Yutaka when he saw the fragile creature’s heartbeat fall into a steady pattern, so much relief that he’d pushed everything that had happened to him in the last forty eight hours to the back of his head, allowing his body to shut down and fall into a much needed slumber next to his so far only patient.
The trees continued to pass by, just as his body continued to feel nothing but frozen, and it was only when his mind completely defogged and his vision became clear did Yutaka truly grasp what was happening. He was moving. In a car. In a car, in the middle of who the hell knows where.
Jolting out of his seat the minimal distance the seat belt would allow him to go, he turned his body to the side, planting his forehead against the hard surface next to him and dragging his hand down the slightly frosted window. Fingers leaving streaks against the glass and hot puffs of air fogging it up even more, his eyes widened and forehead wrinkled in stress, only for his body to completely stiffen as he heard a dangerously familiar brusque laugh.
As if in slow motion, he twisted around until he was facing the driver’s side, and it was only then did his heartbeat begin palpating like a mad mans. Frozen blood beginning to boil and stomach clenching, his mocha eyes scanned the blond figure to the side of him; pale fingers wrapped sternly around the steering wheel and vibrant sea foam greens focused on the snowy road ahead of them as his lips held a smug crack.
“It’s about time you woke. I thought I was going to have to be Mister Prince Charming and wake you with a kiss.” The condescending statement boiled Yutaka’s innards even more, his mouth forming words but anger disallowing him the privilege to speak out.
Akira knew his words were only adding more fuel to the fire, but it was all he could do to keep himself level headed. For the past six hours he’d been left alone with his thoughts; nothing but empty road and white snow ahead of him. The isolation allowed him to realize that every time he and Yutaka argued, the brunette would hold more resent and push himself further away from the elder, and right now, the further the better. Every time they neared each other something even more unexplainable occurred, and until they got to Hokkaido, Akira wanted things to remain somewhat usual…something that was rather hard, seeing as for the past six hours he’d had to prove how much of a resistance he truly had, Yutaka’s cool blood being the equalivent to an ice pop on a hot summer’s day for a child; irresistible and more delicious than any five star meal.
“What the hell- Where are we? Why am I even anywhere near you?” Panic was setting in, Yutaka’s heart no longer beating fast out of anger alone. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. He was supposed to fix up Ni~ya, find Yuu and apologize for his stubbornness, then go home and act like none of this had ever happened; completely ignoring the curiosity that had been evoked in him about ‘Kai’ and go back to feeling normal…feeling human.
Beginning to fumble with his seat belt, the scratchy fabric of the belt skid across his bare arm, the skin so cold that the touch actually stung. He was too over whelmed, ears heating up as he heard Akira chuckle again. He was pissed and didn’t feel like waiting for an answer, so instead he stopped with his fumbling and shot and angered glare in the blond’s direction, “Let me the hell out of here, now…”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Akira practically sung, his fingers tapping along the steering wheel. “I need you. Besides we’re all the way in Akita, just where the fuck do you think-”
“Akita?” The question was a near shriek, Yutaka’s fingers tightening around the cloth material of the belt and already wide eyes widening all the more. He had never stepped foot out of Tokyo’s boundaries, and here he was, barely considered to still be on the island of Honshu, with some asshole who had threatened his life repeatedly for the last two days. He was a cornucopia of emotions; anger, stubbornness, and fear being the main décor. Never before had there been a time where he wanted so badly to see Yuu. “Why are we—where the hell is Yuu?” That said fear wasn’t actually because he was worried about what Akira would do to him…it was fear of not knowing what being around the blond brought with it. Yutaka could still practically feel his hands shaking from earlier…still feel that odd tremble in his chest when he saw Ni~ya near death’s door, that feeling only amplifying every time he looked in Akira’s direction.
“Relax. I’m just following Yuu’s instructions; we’ll be in Hokkaido by tomorrow morning.”
“Relax? You want me to relax?” his hands slammed down upon the dashboard in front of him, anger fuming, “This is the second time my best friend has betrayed me in just a few days and he’s working with you! You have no right to tell me to relax! Now, let me out…I’d rather freeze to death than be stuck with you even a second longer...”
The last of Yutaka’s words trailed off softly, his eyes catching how Akira’s pale features fell in the slightest before they contorted into that of fury.
Akira’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, hands practically ripping the leather exterior. For some reason Yutaka’s words stung and allowing his temper to take over was the only way he could possibly win the fight of his body wishing to shut down. “I don’t give a fuck about your hurt feelings. Just shut up until we get where we’re going or I’ll gag and tie you like the pathetic creature you are.” He should have just taken the time out to explain to the brunette where exactly they were going and their reasoning for going there, but Akira never liked to take things the easy way out.
Silence took over for a few moments, Akira listening only to the angry puffs of air being released from the other. “Let me out.” It was a calm demand, one the blond replied back to with equal tranquility.
“Fuck off.”
“Let me out, now.”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?”
“Let me out, or I swear I’ll-”
“You’ll what?”
The question was like a challenge, one that Yutaka had apparently accepted, because from the corner of his eye Akira saw the movement. Surely if there were someone else occupying the seat next to him he could have been able to stop the movement, but it wasn’t anyone else next to him, it was Yutaka, and somehow Yutaka always caught him off guard.
Watching in near horror as the brunette tossed his leg over the console, Akira instinctively let his foot up on the gas pedal, allowing the car to drop down just a fraction in speed before Yutaka’s foot was slamming on the breaks.
Instantly, the sudden contact caused the van to begin a screechy decline in acceleration, the tires swaying back and forth on the snowy ground and Akira’s unbuckled body being ejected through the wind shield. Shards of glass flying around him and body slamming down into the ground; bones cracking and feeling as they were splintering through his skin. Glass edged its way into his forehead, blood running down his face as he laid there limply. He knew he would heal, he’d had injuries far worse over his century and a half existence, but the pain was still there, and no matter how many times one is injured throughout life; pain is pain…always grueling, never kind.
However, it was only as he rolled over onto his side and watched as the van went soaring past him did a pain Akira hadn’t even been aware he’d been able to feel cross him. His heart was shattering into a million ity bity pieces as he watched the van ram into the side of a rocky wall, it soon tipping over and tumbling through the snow as if it weighed nothing.
For only a second he was able to hear Yutaka’s piercing scream, and then all went quiet, the van settling on its roof; completely upside down and utterly demolished.
Inside the van, Yutaka slowly opened his eyes, finding himself upside down and with surprising minimal injury. His breaths were heavy, sounding as if they were being amplified through a megaphone, and his ears were ringing with a high pitch frequency. He knew he needed to calm down, but he couldn’t, his body having gone into shock over the fact the he could still move—that he was actually still alive—after all the metal crunching and flips and turns he’d made the van perform with his not so thought out idea.
Mind still dizzy from the sudden rapid movement, getting out of the safety device proved to be nothing more than difficult, and the panic that began dissipating was slowly beginning to rev itself back up, especially when a barely there drip hit his ears; the smell of gasoline taking over his olfactory nerves seconds later…
At this point any intelligence of common sense left him, his grubby hands manhandling the belt repeatedly but making no progress in ripping it off. The gas continued to drip eerily, and it was just as Yutaka finally thought he’d loosened the belt did a flame ignite right next to him, it slowly drifting its way towards the back; the gasoline acting as bait for the fiery substance.
Eyes widening and breathing getting heavier, his fingers kept continually gliding over the red release button, missing it by only an inch, before completely sliding past it. He was a trembling mess, that ever moving flame threatening him into an incorruptible stillness.
The flame grew bigger, nearer, and right as Yutaka felt the flame sear the tips of his hair, his fingers finally fell into pattern, his upside down body falling hard from the seat and landing on the shattered glass of the wind shield; a thick piece of that said glass edging its way through his skin causing him to release a scream so agonizing that the echo actually hurt his own ears.
He had to get up. He had to move. But…he couldn’t. His entire body felt paralyzed with pain, his arm numb and resisting all movement. The cackling flame was getting louder and hotter; the van’s left over metal morphing together and creating a sound so cringe worthy that the brunette felt he might pass out. A whistle like noise sounded, the van feeling roasting, and just as Yutaka averted his gaze to the back, he felt his heart stop…
The flame was not even an half an inch away from the gas leak…The car was going to explode…He was going to die.
The thought itself was enough to freeze anyone, but the second he went completely still, Yutaka was once again screaming in agony, a firm hand having wrapped around his glass punctured arm and ripping him out of the toppled over van. His body picked up loose shards of glass along the way, causing him to hiss, but once he was outside the infernal flame and into the cold of the night, he felt almost relieved.
Arms scooped up his body the second he was completely free from the car, and the figure holding him broke into a sprint that lasted not even a minute before the explosion the van erupted into sent both bodies flying through the air and skidding across the ground.
Yutaka landed on his back with a booming thud, the thick snow numbing most of the impact as the body above him collapsed against his own. Parts of the van flew above them in a fiery blaze; his entire body protected by the blond plastered atop of him.
It was only when all the debris had settled into place did the brunette hear the heavy breathing against his ear, Akira settling himself up some inches so he could stare into Yutaka’s orbs with a look that was almost as blistering as the fire would have been.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have gotten yourself killed!”
His ears were still ringing, heart beating unimaginably fast, and body in a scorching amount of pain…but still, the first thing Yutaka took notice to was the gash on Akira’s forehead. It was the first time he’d seen the blond injured by something that would hurt any other person on the planet, and for a moment all thoughts of fangs, blood, and threats were forgotten; Akira seeming as human as Yutaka thought himself to be. “You’re hurt…” he whispered, uninjured arm moving up and brushing blond fringe out of the cracked injury.
Akira pushed himself off the brunette only slightly, his body still resting on the other’s but their eyes now able to meet. “Seriously? You just bitched me out, fucking threw me out of a moving car, and now you’re concerned that I’m hurt? I don’t fucking understand you.” He rolled off the younger, landing himself in a mimicking position of back to the ground and hands flung out at his sides.
Fiery debris still cackled all around them, the pair silent as they stared up at the midnight sky. Yutaka’s breaths evened out, his pain becoming worse now that the thrill of the moment had died down. “You’re…you’re not going to try and hurt me anymore, are you?”
Hours’ away from home, Akira was his only safety net; the only one he could rely on. He was being forced to join sides with the creature next to him, so some corporation was indeed key. Yutaka may not like it, but he was stuck with Akira, just as Akira was stuck with him.
Both their heads turned sideways in the snow, dark orbs meeting light. “I don’t think I could even if I tried. Aren’t you even a bit curious about what the fuck has been going on?”
A small chuckle; it sad and desperate. “Honestly, I’m scared shitless.”
“To tell you the truth, so am I. Yuu though…he thinks you’ll be safer once we know. That’s why he told me to take you, he didn’t betray you.” Akira didn’t really want to justify the shifter’s actions, but he felt almost guilty not doing so. Besides, most of his and Yutaka’s turmoil seemed to fray from the fact that Yutaka was angered by Yuu’s lies, and the blond figured if he got that out of the way, they could at least be around each other without wanting to bite the other’s head off.
“I still don’t trust you.”
“I can completely understand that.”
Since the moment they met, Yutaka’s and Akira’s interactions had ranged anywhere between lust and kill, and something that never failed to amuse Yutaka was how quickly they could change between the two. Just moments ago he was doing anything and everything possible to try and get away from the tempered vampire, and now he was basically forming an alliance with him and having an almost casual conversation. It was amazing how dire situations could control just who and what became your lifeline.
Silence took over again, Yutaka’s eyes clenching shut as he ripped the shard of glass from his arm with a hiss. Blood drizzled lightly, but seeing as the kitsunes took away his snow attire whilst under interrogation, he didn’t have anything to wrap around the injury and stop the bleeding. He literally felt like death of this point, body turning a blue hue and shivering uncontrollably with his near bareness.
And then a shredding sound was heard, his eyes opening slightly and seeing Akira toss his black trench coat to the side and rip off the sleeve of his shirt. “Just wrap this around it,” he spoke, handing Yutaka the piece of cloth and then picking up the discarded coat and throwing it in the same direction as well, “then cover up with that. I don’t need you dying on me before we reach civilization. We’re still ten miles outside of the city and I know you’re going to force us to walk it.” Because Akira had come to find out that Yutaka was just as stubborn as he was, and there was no way the brunette was going to allow him to just pick him up and narrow their travelling time from hours to minutes.
“Thanks,” nodding bashfully, Yutaka slid on the jacket after tying a tight knot around the injury. “You said something about Hokkaido earlier…How do you plan on getting there?” He could already feel himself warm up lightly, the coat being nothing but toasty compared to the shrill cold.
“I have a connection up in Aomori who has scheduled a private flight for us. So I figure we’ll just make it to the center of Akita tonight, crash at a hotel, and catch the flight tomorrow.”
Clicking his tongue to indicate he understood, Yutaka stuffed his hands into the trench coat’s pockets before standing, looking Akira over. “We should probably get going, then. It’s at least a three hour walk.”
“I could always lift-”
“I’d rather risk getting frost bite.” For though Yutaka was willing to now corporate, he wasn’t about to entrust all responsibility of his life to the creature next to him. He needed to take some of the control back that had been half hazardly slipping through his fingers.
“You’re not going to try and run away again, right?”
“I don’t really have much of a choice now, do I?”
“None at all.”
Exchange of words over, the pair began their sluggish walk on the vacant road.
The cold was blistering the entire time, flakes falling from the dark sky and beginning to create layers upon layers on the coat Akira had borrowed to Yutaka. The blond, of course, didn’t seem to mind the cold at all, while Yutaka fell into step behind him and shivered and listened to his own teeth chatter the entire walk through.
So by the time city lights became apparent, Yutaka felt like he could finally relax. His feet ached, clothes were soaked through – the snow having melted to as the neared into less isolated areas- and to put things simply, he felt like a boulder had been dropped on his body.
He continued to follow Akira, the elder at least a foot ahead of him at all times, and when Akira’s pale body came to a stop in front of a building with a flickering vacancy sign, Yutaka almost allowed himself to drop to his knees.
Quickly scurrying inside the motel, Akira made a reservation, and after arguing with the owner for a good ten minutes about needing a room with two beds, he finally settled for the only space available; a small studio with only a single for accommodations.
The hike up the steps was almost merciless, ache resonating from his toes to his thighs every time one of his feet had to stomp down on the hard wood flooring. Thankfully there were only two stories to the run down motel, and in no time at all they were marching into the small room, heat engulfing Yutaka’s body right away and allowing a pleased sigh to escape his shivering lips.
Shoving past Akira, he plopped down on the mattress, a puff of dust evaporating into the air as his weight fell on the dank, probably-haven’t-been-washed-in-the-past-ten-years sheets. The firmness of the mattress was equalivent to that of a rock, but right away Yutaka could feel his eyes fluttering shut, it feeling like he was soaring on a cloud at the moment.
“You should take a shower. I noticed they have a washer and dryer for guests to use downstairs, I’ll get your shit washed so you don’t have to lay in your own grime overnight.” The offer slipped out of Akira’s mouth before he could properly process it, it unknown to him if he was watching after Yutaka due to Yuu’s orders or the nagging presence he was succumbed to every time he was around the brunette.
“What am I supposed to wear until the clothes are done?” Was Yutaka’s slurry reply, eyes still shut and face buried into the hard mattress.
“Fuck, do you always have to question everything I say? Walk around naked for all I care.” Akira sounded aggravated, but that statement still caused Yutaka’s lids to fly open, doe orbs finding the blond’s figure for the first time since they’d entered the room, and an uncanny shade of red seeping across his cheeks. Akira tsked, “I’m sure there’s a bathrobe in there or something. Don’t worry, I’m not here to rape you or whatever the fuck it is your mind is conjuring up.”
It seemed Yutaka’s mouth had lost proper function, because he couldn’t bring himself to retort back; only push himself off the mattress, lower his head, and walk past Akira until he reached the far corner of the room where the equally tiny bathroom was located. Akira’s statement kind of threw him off, and a hot shower sounded nice anyways.
Stripping himself of the minimal clothes he had on, he slid the bathroom door open only the slightest bit and shoved the dirty clothing through, able to hear Akira walk over and pick them up. It was only when he heard the main door shut did Yutaka start up the water and step under, allowing the lukewarm warmth to take over.
Unsurprisingly, there was no shampoo or soap, but just being able to allow the semi-warmish water wash over him and erode some of the night’s stress away automatically made Yutaka feel ten times better. The shower only lasted minutes, the water turning icy all too soon, and when Yutaka stepped out he was actually surprised; there were no bathrobes, but a towel was better than nothing.
Wrapping the off white material around his waist, he stepped in front of the small mirror and simply stared. He still looked the same, but somewhere deep down inside, Yutaka knew something was changing. The bubbly personality Yuu always insisted he put on around others was slowly being buried within, and emerging was someone defiant and completely unfamiliar.
Eyes traveling down the length of his arm, he noted the injury from the glass shard was already in the healing process; it now only a small sliver of a cut instead of a whopping gash. He couldn’t even bring himself to be scared of the changes anymore. Only accept them. Just like he had to face the fact that maybe he wasn’t your typical university student. That maybe the reason he doesn’t have any family is because he never had any to begin with. That maybe…Maybe he actually wasn’t Yutaka?
Hands gripping the sink, he took in and released a few heavy breaths, before allowing his brain to shut down for the night and turning out into the main room.
Akira was already back, body slouched against the wall next to the bed and fingers opening and closing his gruffed up cell phone. “We leave out of here in just a few hours. Get some rest before that.”
“Aren’t you going to wash your own clothes?” Yutaka ignored Akira’s demand, settling for sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and palms resting on the mattress for support.
“No. I wasn’t anywhere near as filthy-” he cut himself off, eyes traveling up Yutaka’s towel clad only body; instantly making the elder’s hunger kick in at full force. Lightly tanned skin, riveting slates of lean muscle across his abdomen…Akira could feel his fangs ache, not quite sure if it was he who was actually hungry or his dick. Yutaka’s crossed legs left the towel partially open, a slit running down the right side and exposing fleshy thigh, and just as Akira was going to excuse himself to get away from temptation, he spotted something that definitely caught his attention.
“How the hell did you get that?” Unconsciously, he leaned forward, his fingers grazing over marred, scared skin. It was obvious the wound was bigger than what was shown, it probably running to the inside of closed up thighs. Only the tips of his fingers dressed over the long scar, the old wound for some reason refusing to leave his eyesight.
Yutaka trembled under the touch, trying to pull away and re-cover the exposed skin. “B-bike injury…from when I was younger…”
“A bike injury caused this?” He tore his gaze away from the wound, finding Yutaka’s eyes wide and glistening, teeth biting into his bottom lip.
“T-that’s what Yuu told me…so probably not.” Akira actually grinned a bit, fangs showing, before he went back to stroking the toughened skin.
Neither could pull away from the touch; Yutaka almost frozen under the blissful grazing and Akira needing to know why the scar seemed so familiar.
His fingers inched near the inner portion, slowly pulling away the towel and exposing more skin, vision flicking up and taking note that Yutaka was watching him with lidded eyes. Just beginning to lift the brunette’s leg and pull his connected thighs apart, only a glimpse of the full scar was shown when a sudden flash came before him.
It was as if his brain was fast forwarding all the images he’d seen previously; fire, sex, and bickering appearing before his eyes... But then all slowed down and he was brought to a scene of Reita ducked down on his knees between a pair of familiar tanned thighs.
Nimble fingers were holding a needle and thread, lacing the object in and out of open skin.
Grunts were heard, and when the black haired man looked up, there was Kai sitting on top of a table, his long hair down and sprawled all over the place, sweat making it stick to the small of his back and the sides of his face.
“I’m almost done, Kai. Just a few more minutes.”
Reita continued until the wound was closed, taking a knife and cutting the excess string from the needle, before taking a damp towel and wiping up the caked on blood.
”What happened out there?” Reita’s voice remained soft, his lips beginning to place feather light kisses over Kai’s recently shielded injury, enjoying how the long haired brunette was practically purring under his touch.
”War is war, Rei. I’m bound to get injured. Stop fussing.” Kai prodded, leaning forward a bit and cupping his lover’s face, connecting their lips with slight pressure. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
Smiling, Reita pecked the other’s cheek, pushing him back onto the table by his shoulders and hovering above. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sliding a leg onto each side of Kai’s torso and fully untying the sheath to his yukata, Reita left the brunette’s legs dangling, his hands crawling all over Kai’s chest. “Now, I’m going to do something that’s really going to make you feel all better.”
And then their tongues were swirling together, Reita teasing nipples as his hips moved sensually, allowing his own arousal to grind against Kai’s.
Jumping back from the touch, Akira landed against the wall with a bang. His mouth was literally slack jaw and the pit of his stomach was coiling with heat, his dick fully awake and begging to break free from its cloth restraint. He continued to stare at Yutaka, the brunette’s expression matching his own; eyes wide and breathing heavy.
“I…I--”
Needing to break the stare before he’d do something he’d regret, Akira stormed to the bathroom, his pants soon falling into a lump around his ankles and hand automatically wrapping around his dick. Right away, more images assaulted his mind, his hand falling into pace with the bumping and grinding Kai and Reita were providing him with.
Hand moving up and down his entire length, a desperate moan slipped through sealed lips, his eyes closed in ecstasy and teeth baring against his tongue. He literally felt like he was about to explode, his cock engorged and already shooting out strings of precome, making the sliding motions down his length’s entirety all the more easier.
One particular stroke had his back falling against the mirror, the sheer force of the impact causing the glass to creak and spider web out. The images and stroking combined caused his legs to fall weak, his back sliding against the wall and bare ass slapping against the linoleum, it having no effect on him as he continued stroking; arms resting against his arched up knees.
Kai’s mouth. Kai’s body. Kai’s moans.
All were things bringing him closer and closer to his release, but then the image of Yutaka sprawled out on the bed and biting his lip as Akira glided over such a sensitive area came rushing to the forefront, causing him to stroke faster, harder…
“F-fuck,” mouth falling open, he had to hold back a scream as the most intense orgasm of his entire existence washed over, scattered lights exploding under his lids as rivets of come splattered against the wall in front of him and in between the cracks of his fingers.
Throwing his head back and unleashing unnecessary jagged breaths, he lay there, slowly stroking his weakening cock and draining it completely before he tucked himself back in his jeans.
He couldn’t go back out there and face Yutaka now…his hunger was too much…Yutaka was too much.
Standing on still shaky legs, he washed his hands of the sticky substance before practically sprinting out of the room. He passed by Yutaka, the brunette laying down on the bed and face buried in the pillow. He wasn’t sure if the other was awake or not, but he truly didn’t care to check.
Practically flying down the two flights of steps, he came to the main lobby where the young man from earlier in the night was still sitting behind the counter, giving an elderly couple of two children a room…a room that he kept on insisting had two full queen sized beds.
Fists clenching, Akira waited for the family of four to disappear, and then when the man was least expecting it, he lunged at him, dragging him by the collar into the nearest facility closet.
“Woahh, what the fuck man?!” The motel owner squawked, hands pushing against Akira’s chest. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”
Smirking something that could only be described as venomous, the gesture showing Akira’s fangs and shocking the man still. “I’ve fucking had it with liars.”
And then his fangs were ripping into the motel owner; tearing apart his skin and greedily inhaling every ounce of that vital sanguine liquid, not stopping till the man was a limp, heaping pile of nothing on the closet’s floor.
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AN: Poor Akira...Yutaka's getting him all hot and bothered xD Hmm, nothing much to say this time (unless you want me to go on my usual bitch fest about parts I don't care for), so I'll just leave it at that!
Enjoy, please~.
Author:
bite_to_all136Genre: AU, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, Romance, Some Humor
Warnings: mxm relationships, cursing, smut
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Akira/Yutaka, Yutaka/Akira (Reita/Kai, Kai/Reita), Takamasa/Kouyou (Miyavi/Uruha), Takanori/OC (Ruki/OC), Yuu/Ni~ya (Aoi/Ni~ya{Nightmare})
Summary: It was the first scent that caught his curiosity; the first taste which began the addiction that was key to opening the gates of the truth. Put on assignment by his lawful creator, Akira finds his life –his entire existence, beginning to unfold in scattered pieces, all thanks to a very unlikely suspect: Yutaka, the supposed easy going veterinarian student.
Notes: Originally requested by
sachiko_241, was going to be a oneshot, but I decided on a minichapter fic <3 This whole fic will be dedicated just to her :PDisclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
(Character List)
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)(Chapter 6)(Chapter 7)(Chapter 8)
Nothing but city life surrounded him for as long as he can remember. Tall buildings, busy streets, and cluttered together houses. It’s what he came to know; came to accept. Summers would be hotter than hot and winters would be mildly cool, only a few inches of snow decorating the ground below his feet. Nothing more, nothing less. That said, it was only natural for Yutaka’s mind to be fumbled with confusion when he awoke, his body shivering, blood feeling frozen in the veins beneath his skin. Blurry eyes brought to his attention the darkness encompassing his surroundings, nothing but trees passing by in a scenic route at a rate accelerated enough to make blurry become even blurrier.
Trees, trees, and nothing but snow covered trees. He couldn’t understand. Last thing he remembers is stitching up Ni~ya’s fox form and watching as the wan two tailed unconsciously gathered up in a tight ball; keeping in any sort of warmth. Relief had washed over Yutaka when he saw the fragile creature’s heartbeat fall into a steady pattern, so much relief that he’d pushed everything that had happened to him in the last forty eight hours to the back of his head, allowing his body to shut down and fall into a much needed slumber next to his so far only patient.
The trees continued to pass by, just as his body continued to feel nothing but frozen, and it was only when his mind completely defogged and his vision became clear did Yutaka truly grasp what was happening. He was moving. In a car. In a car, in the middle of who the hell knows where.
Jolting out of his seat the minimal distance the seat belt would allow him to go, he turned his body to the side, planting his forehead against the hard surface next to him and dragging his hand down the slightly frosted window. Fingers leaving streaks against the glass and hot puffs of air fogging it up even more, his eyes widened and forehead wrinkled in stress, only for his body to completely stiffen as he heard a dangerously familiar brusque laugh.
As if in slow motion, he twisted around until he was facing the driver’s side, and it was only then did his heartbeat begin palpating like a mad mans. Frozen blood beginning to boil and stomach clenching, his mocha eyes scanned the blond figure to the side of him; pale fingers wrapped sternly around the steering wheel and vibrant sea foam greens focused on the snowy road ahead of them as his lips held a smug crack.
“It’s about time you woke. I thought I was going to have to be Mister Prince Charming and wake you with a kiss.” The condescending statement boiled Yutaka’s innards even more, his mouth forming words but anger disallowing him the privilege to speak out.
Akira knew his words were only adding more fuel to the fire, but it was all he could do to keep himself level headed. For the past six hours he’d been left alone with his thoughts; nothing but empty road and white snow ahead of him. The isolation allowed him to realize that every time he and Yutaka argued, the brunette would hold more resent and push himself further away from the elder, and right now, the further the better. Every time they neared each other something even more unexplainable occurred, and until they got to Hokkaido, Akira wanted things to remain somewhat usual…something that was rather hard, seeing as for the past six hours he’d had to prove how much of a resistance he truly had, Yutaka’s cool blood being the equalivent to an ice pop on a hot summer’s day for a child; irresistible and more delicious than any five star meal.
“What the hell- Where are we? Why am I even anywhere near you?” Panic was setting in, Yutaka’s heart no longer beating fast out of anger alone. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. He was supposed to fix up Ni~ya, find Yuu and apologize for his stubbornness, then go home and act like none of this had ever happened; completely ignoring the curiosity that had been evoked in him about ‘Kai’ and go back to feeling normal…feeling human.
Beginning to fumble with his seat belt, the scratchy fabric of the belt skid across his bare arm, the skin so cold that the touch actually stung. He was too over whelmed, ears heating up as he heard Akira chuckle again. He was pissed and didn’t feel like waiting for an answer, so instead he stopped with his fumbling and shot and angered glare in the blond’s direction, “Let me the hell out of here, now…”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Akira practically sung, his fingers tapping along the steering wheel. “I need you. Besides we’re all the way in Akita, just where the fuck do you think-”
“Akita?” The question was a near shriek, Yutaka’s fingers tightening around the cloth material of the belt and already wide eyes widening all the more. He had never stepped foot out of Tokyo’s boundaries, and here he was, barely considered to still be on the island of Honshu, with some asshole who had threatened his life repeatedly for the last two days. He was a cornucopia of emotions; anger, stubbornness, and fear being the main décor. Never before had there been a time where he wanted so badly to see Yuu. “Why are we—where the hell is Yuu?” That said fear wasn’t actually because he was worried about what Akira would do to him…it was fear of not knowing what being around the blond brought with it. Yutaka could still practically feel his hands shaking from earlier…still feel that odd tremble in his chest when he saw Ni~ya near death’s door, that feeling only amplifying every time he looked in Akira’s direction.
“Relax. I’m just following Yuu’s instructions; we’ll be in Hokkaido by tomorrow morning.”
“Relax? You want me to relax?” his hands slammed down upon the dashboard in front of him, anger fuming, “This is the second time my best friend has betrayed me in just a few days and he’s working with you! You have no right to tell me to relax! Now, let me out…I’d rather freeze to death than be stuck with you even a second longer...”
The last of Yutaka’s words trailed off softly, his eyes catching how Akira’s pale features fell in the slightest before they contorted into that of fury.
Akira’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, hands practically ripping the leather exterior. For some reason Yutaka’s words stung and allowing his temper to take over was the only way he could possibly win the fight of his body wishing to shut down. “I don’t give a fuck about your hurt feelings. Just shut up until we get where we’re going or I’ll gag and tie you like the pathetic creature you are.” He should have just taken the time out to explain to the brunette where exactly they were going and their reasoning for going there, but Akira never liked to take things the easy way out.
Silence took over for a few moments, Akira listening only to the angry puffs of air being released from the other. “Let me out.” It was a calm demand, one the blond replied back to with equal tranquility.
“Fuck off.”
“Let me out, now.”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?”
“Let me out, or I swear I’ll-”
“You’ll what?”
The question was like a challenge, one that Yutaka had apparently accepted, because from the corner of his eye Akira saw the movement. Surely if there were someone else occupying the seat next to him he could have been able to stop the movement, but it wasn’t anyone else next to him, it was Yutaka, and somehow Yutaka always caught him off guard.
Watching in near horror as the brunette tossed his leg over the console, Akira instinctively let his foot up on the gas pedal, allowing the car to drop down just a fraction in speed before Yutaka’s foot was slamming on the breaks.
Instantly, the sudden contact caused the van to begin a screechy decline in acceleration, the tires swaying back and forth on the snowy ground and Akira’s unbuckled body being ejected through the wind shield. Shards of glass flying around him and body slamming down into the ground; bones cracking and feeling as they were splintering through his skin. Glass edged its way into his forehead, blood running down his face as he laid there limply. He knew he would heal, he’d had injuries far worse over his century and a half existence, but the pain was still there, and no matter how many times one is injured throughout life; pain is pain…always grueling, never kind.
However, it was only as he rolled over onto his side and watched as the van went soaring past him did a pain Akira hadn’t even been aware he’d been able to feel cross him. His heart was shattering into a million ity bity pieces as he watched the van ram into the side of a rocky wall, it soon tipping over and tumbling through the snow as if it weighed nothing.
For only a second he was able to hear Yutaka’s piercing scream, and then all went quiet, the van settling on its roof; completely upside down and utterly demolished.
Inside the van, Yutaka slowly opened his eyes, finding himself upside down and with surprising minimal injury. His breaths were heavy, sounding as if they were being amplified through a megaphone, and his ears were ringing with a high pitch frequency. He knew he needed to calm down, but he couldn’t, his body having gone into shock over the fact the he could still move—that he was actually still alive—after all the metal crunching and flips and turns he’d made the van perform with his not so thought out idea.
Mind still dizzy from the sudden rapid movement, getting out of the safety device proved to be nothing more than difficult, and the panic that began dissipating was slowly beginning to rev itself back up, especially when a barely there drip hit his ears; the smell of gasoline taking over his olfactory nerves seconds later…
At this point any intelligence of common sense left him, his grubby hands manhandling the belt repeatedly but making no progress in ripping it off. The gas continued to drip eerily, and it was just as Yutaka finally thought he’d loosened the belt did a flame ignite right next to him, it slowly drifting its way towards the back; the gasoline acting as bait for the fiery substance.
Eyes widening and breathing getting heavier, his fingers kept continually gliding over the red release button, missing it by only an inch, before completely sliding past it. He was a trembling mess, that ever moving flame threatening him into an incorruptible stillness.
The flame grew bigger, nearer, and right as Yutaka felt the flame sear the tips of his hair, his fingers finally fell into pattern, his upside down body falling hard from the seat and landing on the shattered glass of the wind shield; a thick piece of that said glass edging its way through his skin causing him to release a scream so agonizing that the echo actually hurt his own ears.
He had to get up. He had to move. But…he couldn’t. His entire body felt paralyzed with pain, his arm numb and resisting all movement. The cackling flame was getting louder and hotter; the van’s left over metal morphing together and creating a sound so cringe worthy that the brunette felt he might pass out. A whistle like noise sounded, the van feeling roasting, and just as Yutaka averted his gaze to the back, he felt his heart stop…
The flame was not even an half an inch away from the gas leak…The car was going to explode…He was going to die.
The thought itself was enough to freeze anyone, but the second he went completely still, Yutaka was once again screaming in agony, a firm hand having wrapped around his glass punctured arm and ripping him out of the toppled over van. His body picked up loose shards of glass along the way, causing him to hiss, but once he was outside the infernal flame and into the cold of the night, he felt almost relieved.
Arms scooped up his body the second he was completely free from the car, and the figure holding him broke into a sprint that lasted not even a minute before the explosion the van erupted into sent both bodies flying through the air and skidding across the ground.
Yutaka landed on his back with a booming thud, the thick snow numbing most of the impact as the body above him collapsed against his own. Parts of the van flew above them in a fiery blaze; his entire body protected by the blond plastered atop of him.
It was only when all the debris had settled into place did the brunette hear the heavy breathing against his ear, Akira settling himself up some inches so he could stare into Yutaka’s orbs with a look that was almost as blistering as the fire would have been.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have gotten yourself killed!”
His ears were still ringing, heart beating unimaginably fast, and body in a scorching amount of pain…but still, the first thing Yutaka took notice to was the gash on Akira’s forehead. It was the first time he’d seen the blond injured by something that would hurt any other person on the planet, and for a moment all thoughts of fangs, blood, and threats were forgotten; Akira seeming as human as Yutaka thought himself to be. “You’re hurt…” he whispered, uninjured arm moving up and brushing blond fringe out of the cracked injury.
Akira pushed himself off the brunette only slightly, his body still resting on the other’s but their eyes now able to meet. “Seriously? You just bitched me out, fucking threw me out of a moving car, and now you’re concerned that I’m hurt? I don’t fucking understand you.” He rolled off the younger, landing himself in a mimicking position of back to the ground and hands flung out at his sides.
Fiery debris still cackled all around them, the pair silent as they stared up at the midnight sky. Yutaka’s breaths evened out, his pain becoming worse now that the thrill of the moment had died down. “You’re…you’re not going to try and hurt me anymore, are you?”
Hours’ away from home, Akira was his only safety net; the only one he could rely on. He was being forced to join sides with the creature next to him, so some corporation was indeed key. Yutaka may not like it, but he was stuck with Akira, just as Akira was stuck with him.
Both their heads turned sideways in the snow, dark orbs meeting light. “I don’t think I could even if I tried. Aren’t you even a bit curious about what the fuck has been going on?”
A small chuckle; it sad and desperate. “Honestly, I’m scared shitless.”
“To tell you the truth, so am I. Yuu though…he thinks you’ll be safer once we know. That’s why he told me to take you, he didn’t betray you.” Akira didn’t really want to justify the shifter’s actions, but he felt almost guilty not doing so. Besides, most of his and Yutaka’s turmoil seemed to fray from the fact that Yutaka was angered by Yuu’s lies, and the blond figured if he got that out of the way, they could at least be around each other without wanting to bite the other’s head off.
“I still don’t trust you.”
“I can completely understand that.”
Since the moment they met, Yutaka’s and Akira’s interactions had ranged anywhere between lust and kill, and something that never failed to amuse Yutaka was how quickly they could change between the two. Just moments ago he was doing anything and everything possible to try and get away from the tempered vampire, and now he was basically forming an alliance with him and having an almost casual conversation. It was amazing how dire situations could control just who and what became your lifeline.
Silence took over again, Yutaka’s eyes clenching shut as he ripped the shard of glass from his arm with a hiss. Blood drizzled lightly, but seeing as the kitsunes took away his snow attire whilst under interrogation, he didn’t have anything to wrap around the injury and stop the bleeding. He literally felt like death of this point, body turning a blue hue and shivering uncontrollably with his near bareness.
And then a shredding sound was heard, his eyes opening slightly and seeing Akira toss his black trench coat to the side and rip off the sleeve of his shirt. “Just wrap this around it,” he spoke, handing Yutaka the piece of cloth and then picking up the discarded coat and throwing it in the same direction as well, “then cover up with that. I don’t need you dying on me before we reach civilization. We’re still ten miles outside of the city and I know you’re going to force us to walk it.” Because Akira had come to find out that Yutaka was just as stubborn as he was, and there was no way the brunette was going to allow him to just pick him up and narrow their travelling time from hours to minutes.
“Thanks,” nodding bashfully, Yutaka slid on the jacket after tying a tight knot around the injury. “You said something about Hokkaido earlier…How do you plan on getting there?” He could already feel himself warm up lightly, the coat being nothing but toasty compared to the shrill cold.
“I have a connection up in Aomori who has scheduled a private flight for us. So I figure we’ll just make it to the center of Akita tonight, crash at a hotel, and catch the flight tomorrow.”
Clicking his tongue to indicate he understood, Yutaka stuffed his hands into the trench coat’s pockets before standing, looking Akira over. “We should probably get going, then. It’s at least a three hour walk.”
“I could always lift-”
“I’d rather risk getting frost bite.” For though Yutaka was willing to now corporate, he wasn’t about to entrust all responsibility of his life to the creature next to him. He needed to take some of the control back that had been half hazardly slipping through his fingers.
“You’re not going to try and run away again, right?”
“I don’t really have much of a choice now, do I?”
“None at all.”
Exchange of words over, the pair began their sluggish walk on the vacant road.
The cold was blistering the entire time, flakes falling from the dark sky and beginning to create layers upon layers on the coat Akira had borrowed to Yutaka. The blond, of course, didn’t seem to mind the cold at all, while Yutaka fell into step behind him and shivered and listened to his own teeth chatter the entire walk through.
So by the time city lights became apparent, Yutaka felt like he could finally relax. His feet ached, clothes were soaked through – the snow having melted to as the neared into less isolated areas- and to put things simply, he felt like a boulder had been dropped on his body.
He continued to follow Akira, the elder at least a foot ahead of him at all times, and when Akira’s pale body came to a stop in front of a building with a flickering vacancy sign, Yutaka almost allowed himself to drop to his knees.
Quickly scurrying inside the motel, Akira made a reservation, and after arguing with the owner for a good ten minutes about needing a room with two beds, he finally settled for the only space available; a small studio with only a single for accommodations.
The hike up the steps was almost merciless, ache resonating from his toes to his thighs every time one of his feet had to stomp down on the hard wood flooring. Thankfully there were only two stories to the run down motel, and in no time at all they were marching into the small room, heat engulfing Yutaka’s body right away and allowing a pleased sigh to escape his shivering lips.
Shoving past Akira, he plopped down on the mattress, a puff of dust evaporating into the air as his weight fell on the dank, probably-haven’t-been-washed-in-the-past-ten-years sheets. The firmness of the mattress was equalivent to that of a rock, but right away Yutaka could feel his eyes fluttering shut, it feeling like he was soaring on a cloud at the moment.
“You should take a shower. I noticed they have a washer and dryer for guests to use downstairs, I’ll get your shit washed so you don’t have to lay in your own grime overnight.” The offer slipped out of Akira’s mouth before he could properly process it, it unknown to him if he was watching after Yutaka due to Yuu’s orders or the nagging presence he was succumbed to every time he was around the brunette.
“What am I supposed to wear until the clothes are done?” Was Yutaka’s slurry reply, eyes still shut and face buried into the hard mattress.
“Fuck, do you always have to question everything I say? Walk around naked for all I care.” Akira sounded aggravated, but that statement still caused Yutaka’s lids to fly open, doe orbs finding the blond’s figure for the first time since they’d entered the room, and an uncanny shade of red seeping across his cheeks. Akira tsked, “I’m sure there’s a bathrobe in there or something. Don’t worry, I’m not here to rape you or whatever the fuck it is your mind is conjuring up.”
It seemed Yutaka’s mouth had lost proper function, because he couldn’t bring himself to retort back; only push himself off the mattress, lower his head, and walk past Akira until he reached the far corner of the room where the equally tiny bathroom was located. Akira’s statement kind of threw him off, and a hot shower sounded nice anyways.
Stripping himself of the minimal clothes he had on, he slid the bathroom door open only the slightest bit and shoved the dirty clothing through, able to hear Akira walk over and pick them up. It was only when he heard the main door shut did Yutaka start up the water and step under, allowing the lukewarm warmth to take over.
Unsurprisingly, there was no shampoo or soap, but just being able to allow the semi-warmish water wash over him and erode some of the night’s stress away automatically made Yutaka feel ten times better. The shower only lasted minutes, the water turning icy all too soon, and when Yutaka stepped out he was actually surprised; there were no bathrobes, but a towel was better than nothing.
Wrapping the off white material around his waist, he stepped in front of the small mirror and simply stared. He still looked the same, but somewhere deep down inside, Yutaka knew something was changing. The bubbly personality Yuu always insisted he put on around others was slowly being buried within, and emerging was someone defiant and completely unfamiliar.
Eyes traveling down the length of his arm, he noted the injury from the glass shard was already in the healing process; it now only a small sliver of a cut instead of a whopping gash. He couldn’t even bring himself to be scared of the changes anymore. Only accept them. Just like he had to face the fact that maybe he wasn’t your typical university student. That maybe the reason he doesn’t have any family is because he never had any to begin with. That maybe…Maybe he actually wasn’t Yutaka?
Hands gripping the sink, he took in and released a few heavy breaths, before allowing his brain to shut down for the night and turning out into the main room.
Akira was already back, body slouched against the wall next to the bed and fingers opening and closing his gruffed up cell phone. “We leave out of here in just a few hours. Get some rest before that.”
“Aren’t you going to wash your own clothes?” Yutaka ignored Akira’s demand, settling for sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and palms resting on the mattress for support.
“No. I wasn’t anywhere near as filthy-” he cut himself off, eyes traveling up Yutaka’s towel clad only body; instantly making the elder’s hunger kick in at full force. Lightly tanned skin, riveting slates of lean muscle across his abdomen…Akira could feel his fangs ache, not quite sure if it was he who was actually hungry or his dick. Yutaka’s crossed legs left the towel partially open, a slit running down the right side and exposing fleshy thigh, and just as Akira was going to excuse himself to get away from temptation, he spotted something that definitely caught his attention.
“How the hell did you get that?” Unconsciously, he leaned forward, his fingers grazing over marred, scared skin. It was obvious the wound was bigger than what was shown, it probably running to the inside of closed up thighs. Only the tips of his fingers dressed over the long scar, the old wound for some reason refusing to leave his eyesight.
Yutaka trembled under the touch, trying to pull away and re-cover the exposed skin. “B-bike injury…from when I was younger…”
“A bike injury caused this?” He tore his gaze away from the wound, finding Yutaka’s eyes wide and glistening, teeth biting into his bottom lip.
“T-that’s what Yuu told me…so probably not.” Akira actually grinned a bit, fangs showing, before he went back to stroking the toughened skin.
Neither could pull away from the touch; Yutaka almost frozen under the blissful grazing and Akira needing to know why the scar seemed so familiar.
His fingers inched near the inner portion, slowly pulling away the towel and exposing more skin, vision flicking up and taking note that Yutaka was watching him with lidded eyes. Just beginning to lift the brunette’s leg and pull his connected thighs apart, only a glimpse of the full scar was shown when a sudden flash came before him.
It was as if his brain was fast forwarding all the images he’d seen previously; fire, sex, and bickering appearing before his eyes... But then all slowed down and he was brought to a scene of Reita ducked down on his knees between a pair of familiar tanned thighs.
Nimble fingers were holding a needle and thread, lacing the object in and out of open skin.
Grunts were heard, and when the black haired man looked up, there was Kai sitting on top of a table, his long hair down and sprawled all over the place, sweat making it stick to the small of his back and the sides of his face.
“I’m almost done, Kai. Just a few more minutes.”
Reita continued until the wound was closed, taking a knife and cutting the excess string from the needle, before taking a damp towel and wiping up the caked on blood.
”What happened out there?” Reita’s voice remained soft, his lips beginning to place feather light kisses over Kai’s recently shielded injury, enjoying how the long haired brunette was practically purring under his touch.
”War is war, Rei. I’m bound to get injured. Stop fussing.” Kai prodded, leaning forward a bit and cupping his lover’s face, connecting their lips with slight pressure. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
Smiling, Reita pecked the other’s cheek, pushing him back onto the table by his shoulders and hovering above. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sliding a leg onto each side of Kai’s torso and fully untying the sheath to his yukata, Reita left the brunette’s legs dangling, his hands crawling all over Kai’s chest. “Now, I’m going to do something that’s really going to make you feel all better.”
And then their tongues were swirling together, Reita teasing nipples as his hips moved sensually, allowing his own arousal to grind against Kai’s.
Jumping back from the touch, Akira landed against the wall with a bang. His mouth was literally slack jaw and the pit of his stomach was coiling with heat, his dick fully awake and begging to break free from its cloth restraint. He continued to stare at Yutaka, the brunette’s expression matching his own; eyes wide and breathing heavy.
“I…I--”
Needing to break the stare before he’d do something he’d regret, Akira stormed to the bathroom, his pants soon falling into a lump around his ankles and hand automatically wrapping around his dick. Right away, more images assaulted his mind, his hand falling into pace with the bumping and grinding Kai and Reita were providing him with.
Hand moving up and down his entire length, a desperate moan slipped through sealed lips, his eyes closed in ecstasy and teeth baring against his tongue. He literally felt like he was about to explode, his cock engorged and already shooting out strings of precome, making the sliding motions down his length’s entirety all the more easier.
One particular stroke had his back falling against the mirror, the sheer force of the impact causing the glass to creak and spider web out. The images and stroking combined caused his legs to fall weak, his back sliding against the wall and bare ass slapping against the linoleum, it having no effect on him as he continued stroking; arms resting against his arched up knees.
Kai’s mouth. Kai’s body. Kai’s moans.
All were things bringing him closer and closer to his release, but then the image of Yutaka sprawled out on the bed and biting his lip as Akira glided over such a sensitive area came rushing to the forefront, causing him to stroke faster, harder…
“F-fuck,” mouth falling open, he had to hold back a scream as the most intense orgasm of his entire existence washed over, scattered lights exploding under his lids as rivets of come splattered against the wall in front of him and in between the cracks of his fingers.
Throwing his head back and unleashing unnecessary jagged breaths, he lay there, slowly stroking his weakening cock and draining it completely before he tucked himself back in his jeans.
He couldn’t go back out there and face Yutaka now…his hunger was too much…Yutaka was too much.
Standing on still shaky legs, he washed his hands of the sticky substance before practically sprinting out of the room. He passed by Yutaka, the brunette laying down on the bed and face buried in the pillow. He wasn’t sure if the other was awake or not, but he truly didn’t care to check.
Practically flying down the two flights of steps, he came to the main lobby where the young man from earlier in the night was still sitting behind the counter, giving an elderly couple of two children a room…a room that he kept on insisting had two full queen sized beds.
Fists clenching, Akira waited for the family of four to disappear, and then when the man was least expecting it, he lunged at him, dragging him by the collar into the nearest facility closet.
“Woahh, what the fuck man?!” The motel owner squawked, hands pushing against Akira’s chest. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”
Smirking something that could only be described as venomous, the gesture showing Akira’s fangs and shocking the man still. “I’ve fucking had it with liars.”
And then his fangs were ripping into the motel owner; tearing apart his skin and greedily inhaling every ounce of that vital sanguine liquid, not stopping till the man was a limp, heaping pile of nothing on the closet’s floor.
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AN: Poor Akira...Yutaka's getting him all hot and bothered xD Hmm, nothing much to say this time (unless you want me to go on my usual bitch fest about parts I don't care for), so I'll just leave it at that!
Enjoy, please~.
