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"Technically, if I ran fast enough, I could snatch at the very least ten bags from little kids," Mikey said, finger in the air like some fucking wise man. He's dressed up as Little Red Robin Hood with a...uhm—broken glass bottle. I mean, that's okay. It's good to have your own creative twist on your costume, right?
Emma, who is dressed like a cute devil, hits him over the head with her fist, "Think about it and I won't help you sort your candy tonight." Her threat is effective and Mikey grumbles but thankfully doesn't steal bags of candy from little children.
Currently—Seishu, Mikey, Haruchiyo, Keisuke, Chifuyu, Draken, Mitsuya, Emma, Kazutora, Takemichi, and Pah are all out together for Halloween. Dressing up wasn't exactly something they did but Emma proposed the idea and before anybody could disagree, Takemichi had grinned so widely and so brightly you'd be going against god itself while stepping on the heads of babies to even try and go against Takemichi's wishes. So that's how Kazutora ended here, roaming the streets of Shibuya in a butler suit with fake purple horns. But he finds it all okay because really, it's free candy.
Not to mention that Takemichi is wearing red eyeliner. Chifuyu and Draken are too but they don't matter right now. Because god damn it, Kazutora is swooning all over again. Takemichi and red eyeliner was not something Kazutora expected to take up the top two spots of his favorite things in the world. But hey? No complaints from him!
His hair is down, soft yellow (yes, soft yellow, because Atsushi simply couldn't stand by anymore and Kazutora was going to cry if he didn't tone it) fanning his beautiful blue eyes that popped so much more against his RED EYELINER. He's got a black cloak with red insides that are clipped together in the front of his collarbone, hanging over his shoulders and flowing down his back. He's got a fluffy-looking white button-up that looks incredibly formal with a green pendant sat prettily just at the base of his neck. But most importantly, his fucking teeth. Kazutora's been staring at him exceptionally hard each time he opens his mouth just trying to figure out if his fangs were fake or if he really was a vampire that's just posed as a human on every other day of the year.
Draken is dressed up like Frankenstein's zombie, Mitsuya is dressed as Frankenstein, Seishu is a puppy, Haruchiyo is dressed like Jeff the Killer, Keisuke is a werewolf, Pah is a really shitty zombie, and Chifuyu looks like a pure homosexual witch if the cat ears were any indication.
In their part of Shibuya, there are festivals held during Halloween. There's face painting, masks being sold, haunted houses, and of course—food stalls. Each stall setup has someone or just a bowl that you can take candy from. It's morally limited to one but they were all gang members so fuck all if they took twenty. No one ever complains though because you'd have to talk to the six-foot lump of flesh and the bat shit crazy tiger tattoo wearer. So of course, no one ever even attempted to stop them. How considerate.
"Let's go to the haunted house," Mitsuya grinned, jabbing a thumb to the sounds of faint screams from inside a—what looked like—rusty and abandoned building.
"Hell yeah!" Haruchiyo grinned, diamond scars on the corners of his mouth that were given makeup to look like fresh wounds.
"Hell no! I barely have fifty pieces of candy you fucking heathen!" Mikey growled.
"What? No, let's definitely go to the haunted house!" Keisuke huffed, pointing at the very ominous-looking building that definitely had people screaming bloody murder inside.
"But I wanted to get my face painted," Seishu mumbled a bit solemnly. He probably wanted someone to paint on whiskers.
"Inui! Haunted house!" Haruchiyo whined, shaking Seishu slightly.
"Fuck no! I've got to get a mask for my buddy Peh!" Pah growled, sticking a finger in Haruchiyo's face who attempted to bite at it.
"Fucking christ from heaven to hell, oh my god. How about we have twenty minutes to do whatever and we meet right back here, yeah?" Draken sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose from all the bickering.
"You're so smart, Ken-chin!" Mikey grinned, giving the man a thumbs up who simply responded with a very unamused chuckle.
That's how Kazutora was being led through the woods by his hand. They were taking a shortcut instead of walking the curve of the street to get to the other side of the festival where Takemichi wanted to buy some daifuku mochi. He was talking about something that Kazutora wasn't quite listening to, much more focused on his teeth. Fangs. His fangs.
"Are those fake?" Kazutora asked, cutting him off from their previous conversation, pointing at Takemichi's fangs for his Halloween Costume.
To his surprise, Takemichi bashfully shakes his head, "I filed my teeth because I didn't know where to buy fangs. Though, I don't know if they're sharp enough." He laughs awkwardly. Takemichi had always thought sharp teeth like Baji's were super cool but he was always too embarrassed to file his teeth. Though, since it was Halloween, he thought that it'd be fine.
"You want them sharp?" Kazutora asks, a little bit too memorized by them. Takemichi really does look like a vampire-like this.
"For the whole vampire thing, yeah. But I always thought that having sharp teeth would be cool but I don't think it fits me very well," He replied with a shrug of his shoulders, squeezing Kazutora's hand tight.
A little swooning and most definitely not thinking with his brain, his mouth speaks before his mind, "Want to test it out on me?"
And that has both of their faces flushing red because who the fuck says that so casually? Kazutora was wondering that too because what the fuck was he saying? But, he didn't exactly object the idea. I mean who would?
"Huh?" Takemichi asked, silently question if he had heard wrong.
And because Kazutora has already embarrassed himself he might as well say fuck it, "I asked if you wanted to test out how sharp they were on me." But he looked away. No way in hell was he going to look his boyfriend in the face while saying that. But it's okay because Takemichi has looked down at the floor instead of Kazutora as well, "Like how?"
Kazutora wishes he never said a word, "Biting me probably." He responds, trying his damned best to sound confident and nonchalant. Albeit the dark red blush he was sporting was not helping his case even in the slightest.
"That would hurt you though," Takemichi mumbled.
"I got my ribs broken by Mikey, I'm sure I can handle a few bites." Kazutora snickered, squeezing Takemichi's hand in reassurance.
He's silent for a few moments before asking, "You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Okay. Kazutora was not sure.
But in a good way.
He's definitely not unsure of how to feel being pinned up against a tree in the dark of night, faint murmurs of children and family followed towards them by the waves of wind, and getting his tongue sucked on like Takemichi is trying to pull it straight out of his mouth.
No. That's not what he was unsure of.
"You're so pretty," Takemichi whispers, a hand slipping under the white button-up Kazutora was wearing and softly holding onto his waist. There's a knee in between his legs, Takemichi's hips keeping him stuck against the bark of the tree.
No, it's the fact that Takemichi wasn't the one being pinned to the tree.
Not that he was complaining. Definitely not. Most definitely not. Because this was good, very good, objectively good. Easy 10/10.
"Can I?" Takemichi asks, a little breathless with his mouth lingering all too close to Kazutora's neck. Fuck. Fuck okay. This was absolutely not in Kazutora's plans for Halloween. Not even a little bit. Not in the slightest. But being here, body pressed tight against Takemichi's, being looked up at with those absolutely gorgeous cerulean eyes, and his mouth slightly agape to show his sharp fangs-
"Fuck yeah," Kazutora replied, also very breathless since Takemichi had been eating at his fucking mouth like a starved man.
Then he bites, and he bites hard. Kazutora's face scrunches up in the initial pain but after a few more moments, the pain turns into not that painful, then into wow—I could totally pop a boner if I'm not careful.
Huh.
Well, there's that thought. Carefully, Kazutora shifts that thought into the back of his brain, stuffed into a folder titled Save For Later.
Takemichi pulls away, an apologetic lick that really didn't feel all that apologetic to the small wound. Yeah, definitely sharp. That was definitely sharp. Good sharp though. Not bad. Definitely not bad. Kazutora winces slightly when he- oh my god—blood wells up through the bitemark and dribbles down his neck, dampening his white button-up with a crimson red.
"Sharp enough for you?" Kazutora asked with a slight grin.
Takemichi's got blood on his lips, slightly smeared on the corner of his mouth. Though he slides his tongue across his mouth and licks it clean before shaking his head, "Not sure, let me try again."
"Little bastard you," Kazutora laughs, grabbing at Takemichi's hair to ground himself as he bites down again, piercing through the skin above his collar bone. The pain is good, very good. Kazutora's always been like that. Attracted to pain. Something he decided to embrace a long time ago. A different way to cope with the mental wounds his father left on him. His back arches slightly off the tree, pressing chest to chest against Takemichi as blood slowly stains both of their white shirts. Takemichi pulls away slightly, licking and sucking at the bite mark, sucking the blood out of the wound like a fucking vampire, and drinks it.
It's painful, but a good painful. Kazutora bites back a groan when he's being pushed into the tree a little roughly as Takemichi bites again. But he makes up for the pain by tracing small, soft, gentle circles into Kazutora's hips with the hands snaked under his shirt.
"Damn it all, do you seriously have a thing for blood?" Kazutora asks, laughing despite the fog clouding his mind from thinking of anything else. It's just Takemichi. Takemichi, Takemichi, Takemichi.
His boyfriend pulls off his neck with a pop that really shouldn't have made Kazutora's stomach flip like it did, "Developed it from getting the shit beat out of me every other day." Takemichi grinned, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. He's flushed, blushing all along his cheek and ears. He's so cute, Kazutora swoons.
"Why?" Takemichi asks, leaning against the side of his neck and biting down roughly. It was uncalled for and when Kazutora attempted to reply, all that came out was a strangled whine. The blonde pulls off with a satisfied smile on his lips, "Don't like it?"
Kazutora shakes his head, "No- No, it's- it's fine. Just never pegged you for the type." He can feel his pulse through his bitten skin, the small beats of pain that feel all too good for his liking. The smell of Takemichi's strawberry conditioner and sakura body wash. He's always smelled particularly sweet. Most likely from Haruchiyo telling him he smelled like shit in the Bonten timeline.
"Neither did I," Takemichi chuckled, licking away the blood that was coming out of his bite mark in small beads. Only out of the sharper parts of his teeth, two holes deeper than the rest.
"Why? Does it taste good?" Kazutora joked, running his hand through Takemichi's surprisingly soft hair.
"You can be the judge of that yourself," He replies, kissing Kazutora again. It's a little rough and slightly hurried but Kazutora was okay with that. A hand pulling him closer from behind his back makes him gasp and Takemichi takes the opportunity to bite his tongue. A small apology with a sincere drag of his tongue over Kazutora's, rubbing a circle into his back as well. He tastes as he'd expect. It's not like he hasn't tasted blood before. But something about his blood being shared back and forth between Takemichi makes it slightly better and a hell of a lot more enjoyable.
Kissing Takemichi has always felt like heaven served on a gold platter. It was always so good. He wasn't the best kisser in the world, neither of them were, but Kazutora couldn't care less because it was Takemichi—and everything is always great with Takemichi. He's a heartfelt lover, even while biting him like he's trying to tear off his skin, he's always sure to kiss or lick it better. As odd as that sounds.
Kazutora is the first to pull away even as Takemichi leans forward to chase him but he cups a hand over Takemichi's mouth, "We're gonna be late you know." But because Kazutora is dating a bastard, Takemichi bites the meat of his palms. Kazutora hisses, lightly smacking him away but Takemichi grabs his wrist before he can rip his arm from him—licking the blood that starts to trail down Kazutora's wrist. His tongue drags a long line from the middle of his inner arm and to the middle of his palm and it has Kazutora's heart beating loudly in his ear. Takemichi makes eye contact with him while he bites again and it makes him forcefully gulp. Takemichi has always had a strong gaze. Whenever he's determined about something, just his eyes alone could crush your resolve. Fuck all if Kazutora knew what the guy had to be determined about right now but his sharp gaze is something Kazutora really didn't need to be added to the list of things he finds heavily attractive.
With a soft kiss over his palm, Takemichi lets go of his wrist and grins at him, blood smeared on the tips of his fangs and lips. "All good, let's go!"
Kazutora, with the worst blush Takemichi has ever seen on him despite it being night time grabs him by the wrist and drags them back to the haunted house, "You're a bastard. The worst kind. The worst! Worst I say!"
With a kiss to his cheek, Takemichi smiles against Kazutora's face, "You did start it you know."
"Fuck you."
"If that's what you want."
"Oh for the god above and below shut your mouth."
"Huh, you guys look like you had fun." Draken deadpans while Haruchiyo and Keisuke are laughing their asses off in the background. And because Takemichi is a bastard and a half, he grins widely with zero shame and sends a thumbs up, holding hands with Kazutora who was sporting a real bad blush and bite marks with dried blood peppered all over his neck.
"Didn't take Takemichi to take initiative," Mikey hummed.
"Kazutora was actually the one to pop the question."
"Oh my god, shut up."