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Although it was only sunset, the bedroom was dark, as the thick curtains blocked out any sunlight. With the bedroom door closed, the only things lighting the room were Izuru's crimson eyes, and Makoto's amber ones, both of which seemed to have a natural luminescence.
"Are you ready, darling?" As Izuru spoke, they gently trailed their fingers along Hajime's jawline, causing the human to shiver slightly. Makoto tried not to be jealous. After all, he and Hajime did take turns with the task of feeding Izuru. Tonight, it happened to be Hajime's turn.
"Ready as I'll ever be." The human replied, moving just a little closer to Izuru.
As he stepped forward, Nagito took his place behind him, wrapping his arms around Hajime's midsection and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck. "Don't be so dramatic, love. It will be just like every other time." Nagito himself could not feed Izuru, because even though he was a fallen angel, there was definitely a chance that his blood would hurt Izuru, and that was a risk none of them wanted to take. It didn't matter to him, though. He took great pleasure in taking care of Hajime and Makoto on nights like these.
"He is still placing his life in my hands, Nagito," Izuru scolds softly.
Nagito nodded, holding Hajime close and running his fingers over the front of Hajime's exposed chest. He couldn't help but smile when he felt the human tense under his touch, and gave him another soft kiss. "Our Hajime is so brave, isn't he?" He didn't have to see Hajime's face to know he was blushing.
"Of course he is." Makoto was positioned at Hajime's side, ready to either grab him if Nagito got distracted and failed to catch him, which had happened several times before, or to get behind Izuru and pull them off if they lost their usually immaculate self-control, which had only happened once. "He's with us, he has to be brave." He pressed a soft kiss to Hajime's cheek.
Izuru chuckled, taking a step closer to Hajime, their hands now resting on his arms. Despite all the attention he was receiving, Hajime's eyes were fixed on them, shining with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. They had done this many times before, but that didn't make it any less of a dangerous thing to do. If Izuru lost their composure, even for a moment, it could mean the end of Hajime's life. That was something Hajime had accepted long ago, and it didn't scare him anymore, but the unease was always there, and Izuru could always see it.
In hopes of distracting him, Izuru pressed a soft kiss to Hajime's lips, trying not to graze him with their fangs. They always had to be careful of that. When they pulled away from the kiss, Hajime smiled at them, and Izuru knew that meant he was ready. However, they weren't. Not quite yet. So when Hajime tilted his head to the side slightly, exposing his neck, Izuru began gently kissing at it ever so gently, as though they're trying to preemptively apologize for what they're about to do.
Hajime shivers at their kisses, and Izuru can't help but smile.
"I always forget how sensitive you are."
"You don't forget," Hajime grumbled, though it was incredibly difficult to be angry when he was being kissed so delicately by Izuru, held so protectively by Nagito, and watched so adoringly by Makoto. "You don't forget anything."
"Mm... that is true. Brace yourself, darling."
Hajime did as he was told, tightening his hold on Izuru and closing his eyes, and feeling Nagito's arms tighten around him as well, while Makoto gently took his hand.
Izuru sank their teeth into Hajime's neck, and then began to suck on it, causing blood to flow from the fresh wounds. Hajime winced at the sharp pain of the teeth entering his skin, but quickly relaxed as Izuru fed. He couldn't help but shudder at the feeling as they greedily sucked and licked at the wound, holding him close while Nagito's hands began to wander over his back and shoulders. He felt his knees grow weak, and he wasn't entirely sure if it was from the blood loss, or the attention. His pride quickly crumbled, and little whimpers of pain and enjoyment escaped him as he felt himself gradually grow lightheaded.
Izuru had done this many times, and knew exactly when to stop. As usual, it was so tempting to just continue, that they quickly had to step back and let go of Hajime when they had finished. As a result, Hajime collapsed, and Makoto had to aid Nagito in catching him, as the fallen angel had once again gotten distracted running his hands over the muscles in Hajime's back. Fortunately, both of them were stronger than they looked, and so it was easy to help the dazed human on to the bed.
Once he was sitting down, the vampire approached again. They licked the few remaining drops of blood from the wound, not wanting to waste such a precious gift from their boyfriend, then pressed an apologetic kiss to the wound and skillfully bandaged it while Makoto and Nagito sat on either side of Hajime to keep him upright.
As Izuru finished tying off the bandages, Makoto softly kissed Hajime's cheek. "How are you feeling?"
Hajime smiled at Makoto, and if he hadn't known better he would have thought the human was drunk. "...'m alright... kinda cold..."
Nagito had to fight the temptation to wrap his wings around Hajime to warm him up, and instead draped a blanket over his shoulders. "Better?"
In response, Hajime simply slumped back against Nagito's chest. Nagito smiled, and began running his fingers through Hajime's hair, occasionally pausing to kiss his head.
When Hajime laid back, Makoto took that as an invitation to move up beside the pair, and wrap his arms around them both as much as he could.
Not wanting to be left out, Izuru sat on the opposite side of Hajime, and kissed him softly. They couldn't help but wonder if the human could taste his own blood on Izuru's lips as he lazily kissed back. If he could, he certainly didn't say anything about it.
Being undead, Izuru did not need to breathe, and so when Hajime pulled away to take a breath, they began kissing at his neck again, avoiding the bandaged spot. They kissed along his jawline, and then down to his collarbone, Hajime's soft groans of pleasure encouraging them to explore his chest as well. His skin was so warm under their lips, and it took all their restraint to not bite him again. They silently reminded themself that this wasn't about them anymore. This was about Hajime now. About making him feel better in his dazed state, and rewarding him for allowing them to feed.
"Mmh... Izuru..."
They paused in their kissing, looking up at Hajime and meeting his eyes, their usual vibrance clouded by his lightheadedness. "Yes, darling?"
He whined softly. "Please don't stop..."
Izuru was happy to oblige, once more pressing loving kisses all over Hajime's chest and stomach, frequently returning to spots that seemed sensitive. Only something as weakening as being fed from exposed this needy side of Hajime that he typically contained very well, but his partners were all happy to indulge it.
Not wanting Izuru to have all the fun, Nagito and Makoto made eye contact for a moment, sharing a mischievous smile and a quick kiss before each took a side of Hajime's neck, kissing him all over.
If not for the blood loss, Hajime's face would have been bright red, but he was currently too out of it to be embarrassed anyway. His partners were overwhelming him in the best way, and before long he was a shuddering, moaning mess. It was too much, and he couldn't deny that he loved it.
It didn't take long for them all to get carried away, kissing Hajime, and kissing each other when they got close enough, said kisses gradually becoming less gentle and more intense, until it no longer mattered who was touching who, as they were all simply enjoying themselves too much to really care. Clothes were shed, and all four would later be very appreciative that their apartment was soundproof.
Come morning, nobody felt like moving. Fortunately, it was a Saturday, so nobody had to. Instead, the four remained as they had fallen asleep, which is to say in a tangle of bodies and blankets, with Hajime in the middle. The effects of the blood loss hadn't quite fully worn off when he woke, but the headache didn't bother him much. He noticed that Izuru, who was laying practically on top of him, was also barely awake, and he gave them a lazy kiss before settling back into his original position and closing his eyes. After all, none of them had anywhere to be today, they could spend the entire day cuddling if they so desired.
And so, with a vampire laying on his chest and a wing wrapped around him from behind, Hajime was soon asleep once again.