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Goro was always proud that, despite being a vampire, he had never lost control of himself.
Maybe it was because he wasn’t born one, just turned into one through unfortunate circumstances, but either way, he scorned those who failed to ignore their hunger and went on a rampage. Working as a detective exacerbated the disgust he felt for them-all those “unsolved” murders that were at the hands of vampires was honestly all too common.
He wasn’t like that. His kills were done in the Metaverse, and his blood came from bottles rather than directly from the source.
But now he was starting to understand how the other vampires felt.
From the moment he had just existed in the vicinity of Sakamoto Ryuji, all of his rationale almost flew out of the window. If he remembered correctly, Ryuji and the rest had been talking about something, and Goro had gotten so flustered he blurted out something about pancakes.
Then he politely excused himself and hid in a bathroom to calm down.
Ryuji was just intoxicating. He smelled like the richest vanilla and coffee and bergamot and something unique that left Goro practically salivating. Sheer willpower was the only thing keeping Goro from crumbling and sinking his teeth into Ryuji’s neck, allowing him to drown in the scent until he was drunk on it.
Now, if this was anyone else, Goro could hypothetically just remove himself from their presence forever and forget about the temptation. But of course, Ryuji had to be part of the Phantom Thieves. The very group he was investigating.
“Dude, you good?”
Goro blinked, his breath catching when he realised who exactly was speaking, and how dangerously close he was. “Y-yes,” he spat out quickly, moving back and taking shallow breaths, avoiding Ryuji’s intense gaze.
“If you say so,” Ryuji answered with a shrug, leaning back into his chair. Unable to stop himself, Goro’s hand spasmed, reaching towards the most attractive source of food. Makoto, from her place across the table, raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, if some of us are distracted, maybe we should call an end to this meeting.” She turned to Akira, who nodded quickly.
“We’ll infiltrate tomorrow. Be at your best everyone.” At the end of his sentence, Akira gave a stern look in his direction.
It was over. He’d probably need to hide away in the train station toilets for a while, but the meeting was over. He could forget about this whole thing until the next day (which was a lie and he knew it-he dreamed about biting Ryuji). Sighing, he opened the door to Leblanc, taking a deep breath of the clean air outside.
“Hey, Akechi!” Ryuji stood next to him, holding onto his wrist. “Uh-you seemed kinda angry or something at me today. Did I do something?”
Goro made a futile attempt to move away. “No, it’s-I had a bad day today.” Ryuji narrowed his eyes at him, rightfully doubtful of Goro’s pathetic excuse, but he let go. Relieved, Goro gave him a gentle smile, hiding his hands behind his back.
“Wait, the hell’s up with your teeth?”
He froze. Oh no.
“It’s like you’ve got fangs or something,” Ryuji carried on, leaning closer and Goro was just about at his breaking point-
Pushing Ryuji away, he covered his mouth, turning as far away as he could. “Please, just leave.”
“Why?” Ryuji stepped closer again, and oh god did this boy have no common sense? “Have I actually done something wrong?”
Goro physically felt his restraint snap inside of him. Gulping, he grabbed Ryuji by the collar, dragging him into some random alleyway and held him against the wall. He didn’t bite down, no that would ruin the fun, so he pressed his nose up against Ryuji’s neck, drinking in the scent he had tried so hard to ignore. His hands gripped Ryuji’s waist tightly, making sure he couldn’t leave-not for lack of trying.
“Hey, wait, the hell’s up with you?”
“You-you have no idea what you do to me,” Goro whispered fervently, his fangs fully out and glinting in the dim light. “I want to devour you.”
“Me?” Ryuji blurted out, brow furrowed. “Wait-you’re a vampire?”
Instead of answering, Goro licked a stripe up Ryuji’s neck, raising an eyebrow when he wasn’t met with resistance but instead a pleased noise. “Oh?”
“Weak spot,” Ryuji mumbled. There was a pause, only punctuated by Goro’s deep breaths. “Aren’t you gonna bite me?”
“Do you want me to?” He was gaining confidence, smirking against Ryuji’s skin. It would make things much easier if Ryuji was into this too, and also he wasn’t sure how much longer he would be satisfied with just breathing him in.
“Well…I think you’re kinda my type and also I’m intothiskindathing…”
With those words, Goro didn’t waste any time, finally, finally, sinking his teeth into Ryuji’s neck, eyes widening when he immediately went limp in Goro’s grasp, a muffled moan escaping him. Holding him up, Goro took his first gulp and practically ascended, a warmth flowing through his body. He could get addicted to this.
He was still not like other vampires, so he pulled away after a few more mouthfuls, breathless and full. Blood from bottles never made him feel so…alive.
Coming down from his high, he looked worriedly at Ryuji, who was still limp in his grasp, only to smile. Ryuji was gone, his eyes completely glazed over and a satisfied expression on his face. Gently guiding Ryuji to sit on the floor, he sat down as well, still breathing in the intoxicating smell that had gotten him into this mess. Even after drinking from him, the smell was still just as mesmerising.
Well, at least it made waiting for Ryuji to wake up less boring.