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It’s a new moon.
The lack of light doesn’t bother Mika any. He’s on watch, sitting by the window of an abandoned building they’d decided to rest in for the night. The others are asleep somewhere behind him, in another room; if he focuses, he can hear them breathing softly. Smell the scent of blood on them.
He chooses to focus on the street outside instead.
The streetlights are all out. Have been for years, with nobody around to repair them. It’s honestly a bit more convenient with them being dead– easier to sneak around at night, that’s for sure. But also harder to see. Hence the fact that they’re resting until daylight.
Mika lets his head drop against the glass.
“Falling asleep on watch?”
Even if Mika couldn’t see in the dark (at least a little bit), he would be able to recognize Yuu by the sound of his voice alone. He gives it two counts before he turns his head to make it seem like he wasn’t keeping a portion of his attention solely focused on Yuu’s location, and was able to tell as soon as he woke up.
“I don’t sleep,” he says, in lieu of a greeting.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can’t,” Yuu replies. “Move over. You’re hogging the windowsill.”
“Who put you in charge?” Mika asks, amused, but moves over regardless.
Yuu sits down next to him with a heavy sigh and thunks his head against the wall. Mika’s hyperaware of the space– or, lack of– between them; sitting together on this tiny windowsill like this, they’re almost touching. Any closer and they’d be pressed together.
Mika forces himself to keep still.
“What are you doing up?” he finds himself asking.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Yuu answers, a bit too quickly.
Mika raises his eyebrow. He knows Yuu can’t see it, but he seems to get the message regardless, because he sighs.
“...I felt bad making you sit up on your own,” he admits quietly.
“Don’t. It’s the most logical solution. I don’t need as much rest as the rest of you do.”
“But you do need blood,” Yuu points out.
As if you needed to remind me of that fact.
He hasn’t eaten in days by this point. It’s not a big deal; he can handle it, this is fine. But he can smell the saccharine tang of Yuu’s blood when they’re this close together, and it’s only the coolness of the window glass against his back that’s keeping him grounded at this point.
“I’m fine,” he says.
Yuu’s looking at him. Mika can tell, can feel his eyes on him even in the dark. He very pointedly looks out the window instead.
“Mika,” Yuu says, slowly, “What do vampire bites feel like?”
A pause, in which Mika scrambles for any sort of reply– what brought this up; I’ve drank blood from you before, don’t you remember; very sharp, why are you asking?– but before he can settle on a definitive answer Yuu clears his throat and adds, almost hesitantly, “I’m a visual learner. By the way.”
And what the fuck is Mika supposed to say to that?
His brain cartwheels through several explanations for Yuu’s odd behavior and, after an indeterminable amount of time, he realizes that Yuu is still talking. Something about Mika needing to eat– he isn’t paying attention, because he’s settled on what feels like a very obvious conclusion.
“Yuu.”
Yuu stops talking.
“Do you… want me to bite you?”
“Yeah,” Yuu says, much too quickly, then backpedals; “I– I mean no! Yes? Maybe?”
Mika just stares.
He’s not sure how to feel, really. His gut instinct is fear; oh god, he thinks, I’ve brainwashed him or something– he’s got vampires all twisted now, what have I done? But then he focuses on Yuu, sitting next to him and looking almost hopeful, and wonders what it would be like if Yuu wasn’t lying.
“Are you serious?”
“I mean–” Yuu rubs at the back of his neck– “Only if you want to, of course. I– I just thought, you know, it’s been a few days since you last ate, and it doesn’t feel bad, exactly, so I figured you might be the most comfortable with drinking from me, and–”
Would it be so bad? Mika thinks.
He is hungry. But it feels easier to agree when it’s something Yuu asked for; something Yuu’s doing because he wants to. Painting it like this– I’m doing this for Yuu, this is for him, not for me– makes it bearable. Somehow.
He braces his hand on Yuu’s shoulder. Leans in.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathes, a whisper against the skin of Yuu’s neck.
Yuu doesn’t.
Mika bites down.
Yuu inhales sharply, and Mika prepares to pull away, but Yuu doesn’t let him; he cards his fingers into Mika’s hair and presses down ever so gently. He doesn’t say anything, but Mika gets the message. Stay.
Mika stays.
He drinks down one, two, three mouthfuls; pauses and leans back to let Yuu catch his breath. Yuu makes a sound low in his throat when they part and Mika’s not sure whether to focus on how flushed Yuu’s face is or the lingering taste of blood on his tongue. Both feel dangerous.
“Sorry,” Yuu says. He sounds a little unsteady. “I don’t think I really understood it that time. Can you try again?”
“Is this still about you being a visual learner?” Mika asks. “You can’t even see anything. It’s dark.”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t want to drink too much from you.” Mika covers the bite marks on Yuu’s neck with his hand so he can’t look at them. “You should go back to bed.”
“You barely had anything to eat,” Yuu protests.
“I had enough. I’m fine.”
“Mika.” This time, it’s Yuu who leans in and cups his hand under Mika’s chin. When he moves closer, it presses their thighs flush together, and Mika can feel Yuu’s pulse thrumming in his veins. “Why are you so against taking care of yourself?”
Mika says nothing.
They’re so close together.
“If you won’t take care of yourself, will you let me do it for you?” He– how does he get closer? He guides Mika’s face down to the side of his neck again, tugs his collar further down in invitation. “Please?”
Yuu wants this, Mika tells himself. You’re doing it for him. It’s fine.
But even still.
“You want this.” It’s not a question.
“Please,” Yuu repeats.
And Mika’s never been able to refuse him.
This time when he bites down, he goes slow; focuses on taking his time, drawing out as long as possible for Yuu. Mika repeats he wants this, it’s fine in his head like a mantra as he slowly sinks his teeth in deeper, but his train of thought is suddenly and violently derailed by the choked-off sound Yuu makes as he arches into Mika’s chest.
Oh, Mika realizes, somewhat belatedly. He… actually wants this.
The thought is emboldening, somehow. Taking a risk, Mika keeps his fangs embedded in Yuu’s skin (not drinking any blood, just keeping them there, a string on his neck) and works his free hand under the hem of Yuu’s shirt, splaying his fingers across the small of Yuu’s back. He’s rewarded with a delicious shiver and a sharp inhale and realizes I want this too.
The realization is exhilarating and terrifying all at once. To think he’d be allowed to– to want, in any capacity, let alone have what he wants is staggering. He wants Yuu, he can have him, Yuu wants him too.
It’s still dark. Mika lets it guide him, lets him feel more than see the way Yuu’s responding to his touch. It would be impossible to miss any movements pressed against the window like this, but Mika’s still reaching for every reaction like a man starved.
On a whim, he digs his nails into Yuu’s back ever so slightly. Yuu hisses and lets his head drop onto Mika’s shoulder, his hand tightening in Mika’s hair, and he realizes that Yuu likes this, too. The sting. It’s probably why he likes the bite so much, but Mika’s not focused on that; if he stops to think for too long, he’ll talk himself out of whatever reverie they’ve fallen into.
So he doesn’t think. He lets himself feel.
He bites down ever so slightly harder and feels Yuu’s heart racing in double time, like it’s trying to make up for the fact that Mika’s doesn’t beat at all. Woven together like this– feeling Yuu’s pulse against his skin like a brand– Mika can almost pretend that he’s alive, too. That he isn’t what he has become.
He allows himself one more mouthful of Yuu’s blood.
“You should move closer,” Yuu rasps.
Mika hums into his skin.
“I mean–” Yuu huffs, shakes his head. It jostles Mika a little bit; his bite tightens on instinct, and Yuu shudders. “Nevermind. I’ll just show you.”
He’s gentle, keeping a hand in Mika’s hair to guide his head and keep it still. His free hand slips around Mika’s shoulders and tugs him closer; Mika gets the message and lets himself go slack, lets Yuu guide him into whatever position is most comfortable. Most comfortable, apparently, is with Mika tucked flush against his chest, Yuu’s legs bracketing Mika’s sides like shields.
“That’s better,” Yuu whispers.
Mika can’t help but agree. They’re fully facing each other now, the window at their side; Yuu’s faintly silhouetted by the soft light of the stars outside, and Mika wonders what this scene would look like to passerby on the street. As if there were any.
He pulls back. Yuu’s breath catches as Mika’s fangs drag free of his skin, and when Mika looks him in the eyes again Yuu looks dazed and unfocused. His grin, though, is entirely self-satisfied.
“Done already?”
If that’s how he wants to be, then fine. Mika can acquiesce. Mika can indulge.
“Actually, no,” he says. He braces his hand against Yuu’s back, reminding him it’s there. The way Yuu reacts tells Mika that he hasn’t forgotten at all. “There’s a bit of blood on your neck.”
“I don’t mind,” Yuu says.
“Let me take care of you,” Mika replies, a perfect copy of Yuu’s words from earlier; it astonishes him how easily it falls from his lips when it’s Yuu he’s talking to. He leans in until his lips are just brushing Yuu’s skin. “Please.”
“Oh,” Yuu breathes.
Mika presses his lips to the side of Yuu’s neck, kisses one, two on top of the puncture marks from his fangs. Lets his tongue dart out and press flat against the wounds. Yuu shudders sharply in response and tightens his grip around Mika’s shoulders like he’s trying to merge them into one being.
Mika lets his fangs drag ever so slightly against Yuu’s skin– just the slightest bit of pressure– and thinks that he’s not just doing this for Yuu’s sake anymore.
It feels good.
He forces himself to stop. It’s late, and Yuu needs to rest– doubly so, after just having his blood drained. He checks to make sure the wounds aren’t still bleeding with the pad of his thumb and focuses on carefully buttoning Yuu’s collar back up against his neck.
“Mika,” Yuu whines. “Why’d you stop?”
“It’s late. You need to sleep.”
A pause. Then; “Fine.”
He shifts a bit until Mika’s sort of cradled in his arms and then goes still.
“Yuu?”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.” As if to prove his point, he yawns and cards his fingers through Mika’s hair with aching gentleness. “Like you told me to.”
“Here?”
“You looked lonely, sitting over by the window.” Yuu leans his head back against the side of the wall. “Besides, this way you can immediately wake me up if something goes wrong.”
Would it be so bad? Mika thinks, again. To let myself have this?
“...fine.”
Yuu hums. Then; “Thanks.”
“For what?”
Mika can’t see it, but he can tell Yuu is smiling. “For letting me take care of you.”
“Go to bed,” Mika says, but lets himself rest his head against Yuu’s chest anyway.