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Ruka really wondered if he fucked up grand this time. His brown eyes darkened as he looked in the mirror for the few moments he had before the green light would strike again. Nothing looked different on him. The same blunt, dark eyes, brightening in gorden tones when light hit them directly. The same fine, elegant nose. Lips well shaped, his lower lip fuller than the upper one. The stud right under it glinted brightly as it was hit by the streetlights. Pale skin, giving a very nice contrast with the jet black hair that fell down his shoulders gracefully. He shot an imperial glance at his reflection, approving it inwardly. But something was different. His right eye felt wobbly, numb. Like it was not even there…
Green light. First gear, then a fast change, the engine roaring loudly as his foot pressed the accelerator. Thoughts were tormenting him in low murmurs inside his head. Maybe he shouldn't have applied for that job, in the end. Or maybe he should quit. But alas, fate does not change just like that and Ruka had knowledge of this since he was still alive. He was granted the gift -or curse, according to him sometimes- to get glimpses of the near future and a vague idea of major events. Small hints, an image, a sound… After he turned it was multiplied, giving him lots of migraines and low quality sleep. He had tried to change things countless times in the past, help others or even himself. His final conclusion after watching fate evolving in front of his eyes was this: Yes, you could push towards a side with your own mortal -or not- means, but just that. If something was definite to happen, it would. And Ruka kept feeling his eye gone since he applied to take down that fucking wolf.
There were rumors around about a lone werewolf that came to the town recently, settling down in the lower districts, where doghouses were located. Many werewolves ended up there as pets of higher-ups, some of them vampires. There they would fight for their lives to the amusement of the spectators, that placed huge bets on their carcasses. That one was not your regular fighter though. He was extremely vicious and violent, loving nothing more than crushing the skulls of his opponents. His motives were unknown, but he surely obeyed in one general fact: He belonged to no one, which lead to fucking up the entire betting system and the people behind the doghouses. Being a man of his own was not helping those who gained money. He would be much more useful as a pet, or dead. So, he was wanted and the money was too good to ignore the bounty. But maybe they were also too good to be true…
"Maybe I should just turn around…"
That was a thought and not bad at all. His eyes scanned carefully of any spots that would allow him to return home, illegally or not. Alas, the street was cramped, offering no chances for a U turn. Plus, he noticed many police cars placed in strategic spots that night and it could end badly for him if he was caught equipped in silver from head to toe. As said before, fate does not change that easily. So he accelerated with a frown, fingers tapping impatiently at a very fast rhythm on the steering wheel.
Fate has paths and each of them leads to different consciences. In his eyes it was a very complex RPG game. It had routes and choices that lead to new paths and so on. When in a good mood he found the whole thing enticing, watching lives spreading in an invisible net, crossing paths with other lifelines. But the more he approached his destination, the more he was sure that the path he chose with that freaking bounty was… ugh… Bad.
From time to time he shot glances at himself in the car mirror. He turned his face in various angles, deciding with a low hum that he would look cool with an eyepatch. His brown eyes slid towards the seat next to him, where a bag with the basic injury treatment supplies was looking sadly back at him. It was better to be prepared. A shrug of shoulders and a glimpse of worry. Because losing his eye was not the only thing he predicted.
There was a scent tickling his nostrils, weak at first, but getting bolder and bolder as time passed. It felt good. So fucking good that he had to discipline his mind back on the road and his eye. It made his stomach churn, a dance of butterflies that sent shivers down his body, prickling his skin. He knew that only he could smell it and it told him a story. One about long stares, wild feelings, passionate kisses, sleepless nights of sex, dilated irises, want, need. Love. He winced at the thought.
It was safe to say that he was scared shitless of that mere word, more than he was afraid of the sun. Not that he didn't have reasons to be, of course. Images filled his mind from many years ago, when a similar smell had invaded his nostrils. He was still alive back then, getting the barest glimpse of it, but it led him to the source and it was just as the premonitions he had. Amazing. Mind blowing. And then-
His foot hit the break harshly, almost crashing on the car in front of him. Long, creative curses echoed along with threats. Ruka shot a glance out the window with a simple wave, eyes blank and uncaring. Empty words. Unimportant. Nothing he could not handle.
He arrived at the doghouse, a very shady looking place with an equally shady and ominous looking basement. He didn't need mindrearing to locate where the match would occur. He parked swiftly and tuned the engine off, his head resting on the steering wheel. With a first glance he would look weak, unsure of what he was going to do. The reality was quite different though. He had killed so many wolves that it had become a hobby to him. He didn't care for a mere killing machine, for he was one himself. What worried him was that odor. It got bolder, so bold it almost dazed him, transferring to him tiny waves of the pleasure he would experience eventually. And the doghouse was reeking of it. With a sigh he got out of the car, walking down the basement, lost in thought. He placed his bet on his victim to be, a big amount of money. It wouldn't hurt making some extra. With steady steps he strode over the dark area, scanning around for the best seat, along with the owner of the smell. He sat down in the first rows, sprawling bluntly on his seat and waited.
Lights went on and the announcer came on the stage, wearing a cheap suit and forcing himself to look delightful. The crowd looked at him with expectation, voices dying down and heads locked steady at his form, that promised them the best fight ever. This was getting ridiculous. Dark eyes scanned lazily around for the rest of the patrons. Some of them were old acquaintances of his, some others old clients… One or two lovers for some years… and lots of shady people that even he would avoid. The spacy basement was overstacked with people and no one matched with the scent that awakened him memories long lost. This had started to worry him more than his eye.
The man on the stage announced the two contestants for the night. First a very notorious werewolf with lots of wins and his hands. In fact he was the champion of this specific doghouse. He was tall, big and very angry. Then, the second wolf was announced, his target, who's name was lost somewhere between the shouts.
The vampire was deafened by the applause of the crowd. So loud, screams and claps, excitement. His breath almost died as his lungs filled with that special scent, powerful and so affecting that it almost gave him a boner. His eyes locked on the second wolf. A loud snort escaped his lips. This could not be happening! Life was definitely playing a joke to him!
Their eyes met the moment the man ascended the ring. The wolf looked straight at Ruka, eyes hard and irritated. The vampire looked back, cracking a daring smile while he ignored every sensation that kept him unsettled.
The man was raw. There was not a better word to describe him. The wild gleam in his dark eyes, harsh and cold, hungry for blood. Lips chiseled in a frown, all pearl white teeth that gritted in hunger. He showed no care for whatever the announcer was telling about himself. His interest was intrigued only by his opponent, scanning him very carefully with those fiery eyes. With lazy moves he took his hoodie off, revealing a toned chest and strong arms, just enough to look capable of breaking bones. And appealing. Any fragment of skin visible was painted in ink. Patterns and words nettled together in a wonderful pattern, making his body look even more apealing. A certain tattoo caught Ruka's attention: three words on his neck, ironically written with fragile looking letters.
Until I Die.
"Quite soon, I guess…"
The vampire smirked to himself as the fight began, not worried at all about the outcome. His target would win with flying collars and then he would be brutally killed by Ruka himself at a back alley.
As the match evolved, Ruka's dark eyes were locked on his every move. The way he swiftly avoided punches and kicks, as if he predicted the moves beforehand. His feral ways when the enemy was caught in his arms. The way he kicked and scratched, his smile growing more and more cruel at the pain he inflicted. It was painted all over his features, how much he loved violence.
In the first round the enemy was down, with what looked like a broken rib and chest scratched. The smell of wolf blood filled the air, some of the vampire patrons covering their nostrils with tissues or fanning themselves. Ruka was rather disturbed by the smell, but it was not something he couldn't tolerate. What unsettled him was the man's scent. It was almost enticing, as if custom made for him. It awoke his nose perfectly, producing the right substances of pleasure inside his blood. And all that primitive instinct he witnessed, that was sending shivers down his spine.
He knew that animals had their own way of sensing the mate they were attracted to, with scents that probably had to do with hormones. Ruka had also heard about wolves imprinting on their mates, though he never witnessed it before. Their eyes locked again in a deadly stare as the wolf drank some water, wiping the sweat off his temple. The vampire lit a cigarette, savoring the smoke in his mouth before he let it go. He received a hostile nod back, to which he replied with a charming smile. An elegant thumb moved from one side of his neck to the other and his fanged grin got even wider when those dark eyes were fixed on him and only, dripping of hate and death. Death, yes. But whose?
As the match continued, Ruka was measuring every little thing. Counting the time, checking backdoors and exits, reminding himself mentally the location of the emptiest streets close to the place and his car. There was no need to set up a trap. The guy spotted him, and they both knew what was going on, so he would only have to follow. And maybe if he killed him fast enough his eye would be saved. Along with his questionable future…
The second round was wilder. Every switch of ethics was off, the man was fighting for his own survival, even though he didn't need to try that hard. For someone who watched the match for more than just punches, it was obvious that he was displaying his full power and in a very cocky manner. What was more, Ruka could guess that all this show off was mostly directed to him. The wolf was purely cruel, taking every chance at hand for a really good, precise hit. There was especially a very impressive headlock that ended with a savage bite on the other man's throat, all about ripping flesh and spilling blood. Right when these strong fangs landed on the opponent's neck, Ruka and his target shared a mutual, lingering stare. It promised of violence, lots of bruises and blood. Ruka gave out a low laugh, a rumble that tickled his throat oh so nicely as he took a long drag, blowing smoke rather provokingly. It was so interesting and strange, as every action they made was on the purpose of threatening each other and maybe, maybe borderline flirting. He decided to ignore that thought and focus on how the wolf broke his opponent's neck like it was a mere stick. The cracking sound echoed all over the room, making breaths gasp, hands clap, mouths scream and Ruka's eyes to dilate in arousal. He got up, reaching for the back door as the wolf dipped his mouth in the dead man's blood, dying his lips in crimson, the lines sloppily smudging their nice shape. With that image in mind the vampire let his steps lead him out and in the comforting darkness of an isolated alley, in a more quiet neighborhood. He didn't take his money, as he felt confident he would survive and collect his winnings later.
Lighting a new cigarette, he strolled up and down restlessly. His body was burning like never before. To kill that bastard, take the bounty and use his pelt as a rug. Every vein on his body was pumping like he was alive once again, reliving an excitement that even back then was not that strong. He was almost high, the image of the savage bite haunting his mind with the most wonderful reactions. It was almost suffocating him and he was kinky enough to love it, so that made him sure of one thing: The wolf had to die.
"Your smell turns my insides…" A voice low and deep echoed behind him. The grin on Ruka's lips got wider, enjoying his smoke along with the sound that sent shivers all over his body.
"Nice to meet you too, I guess…"
"What the fuck do you want?" The wolf lit a cigarette, approaching him with daring moves, yet always keeping a strategically wise distance. "I want nothing to do with vampires and especially you."
"In that case, I am here to make your dreams come true…" Ruka chuckled darkly, greatly amused.
He gave no time for the wolf to register his words as he attacked, fast and precise. Silver blades appeared almost magically in his hands as he closed the gap between them. The other man cursed, dropping the cigarette from his lips and kicking Ruka on the knee hard enough to send him back and gain some distance and oxygen inside his lungs. Crimson stained lips curled in a growl and teeth bared, spitting an offensive curse or two. Not that the vampire cared. He took that time to stand on his feet, circling around the other with the grace of a vulture.
"Who sent you?"
"The dead are not supposed to ask questions…"
Both bodies swinged in a macabre dance. Eyes scanned tirelessly for the slightest opening.
"Who the fuck sent you!"
"I am pretty sure you know about the bounty on your head…"
A low laugh gurgled down the wolf's throat. It grew louder, eyes never leaving the tall frame of the other man.
"So you came on your own."
"I need a rug for my livingroom."
A new laugh, a sadistic one.
"I might not match with the furniture in your crappy house"
"Worry not, love…" the last word was dripping with irony. "For I am pretty sure that your pelt will be the perfect color for me…"
"I might believe so too…" the wolf turned around carefully, fixated on every reaction the other man made. "Doesn't that make me special for you, then?"
He hit a trigger and he damn well knew it. Triumph was painted all over his face as he heard Ruka's thunderous yell and saw a flash of light attacking him. He was not an ordinary wolf though. Strong enough to be an alpha, just too uncompromising. He was able to block the vampire with equal power and smart enough to respond with similar attacks. The more he failed to strike him, the more the vampire's anger was getting stronger, slowly winning the best of him. They exchanged punches and some very deep scratches, in each of which Ruka grew wilder and rushed. His attacks were getting sloppy, desperately looking for a chance to end this shit. After a lot of waiting the wolf was exposed on his sides, giving the vampire the perfect opportunity to attack. He got closer in a swift move, rushing towards him with all his rage, only to be scratched deep by sharp claws. Ruka's eyes widened at the pain, surprised as that damned claw clenched its grip inside him, feeling and hearing the ripping of flesh, the scratch of million knives. He expressed his pain with a low grunt and an extended hiss, trying to pull away in vain. He could feel the wolf's breath down his lips, staining his stud and his own mouth trembled from the excitement. Both were panting, eyes locked furiously on eachother.
"It seems that you will be the dead one soon, bat…" the wolf panted, his hand sinking even deeper inside the skin. "You were an idiot."
"Oh was I?" Ruka coughed hard, blood staining his boots, a pained sound mixing with his words. His hand pulled the man even closer, the wolf's hand sinking further inside his wound. A cry escaped him, emitting a satisfied grin from the other when a sharp stab landed on the wolf's sides, stinging and burning like a swarm of wasps. "It seems you are more of an idiot, dog. Learn to keep your eyes open, especially when a loud sound occurs…"
With a swift move the silver blade sank further in the wound and was twisted. A whimper ringed in Ruka's ears and it was so exciting. With effort he leaned closer, noses touching and teeth greeting. It felt so good, the intoxicating smell of the blood mixing with that wild scent of trees, wet grass and freedom. The vampire leaned even closer, his long dark hair whipping the other's face.
"It's been a long time since I felt like this… I guess you should know before you die…"
His whisper was drowned by a loud scream. Out of a sudden he was pushed backwards, the claw cutting away a part of his sides and at the same time the knife ripping the wolf's wound all over, the silver burning every particle of it. They both leaped backwards, barely standing, their wounds bleeding and staining the street. They took some long, silent moments to compose themselves. Heart rate out of control, limbs trembling, eyes gleaming madly but even more mad was the grin they both displaced. There was something beyond amusement that they mutually shared, immersively pleasing, almost at the point of arousal.
"Seems like you revealed your secret in vain…" the wolf breathed, taking a limp step closer. "But do not worry, it will stay with me when you die…"
He was too fast and Ruka too tired from the blood loss, not that the other was any better. By the wrinkles on his face and his gritted teeth, it seemed that he was using all his power left to that attack. The force with which he fell on the taller man was massive, pushing him hard on his back. The two bodies collided with a loud crush of bones on bones and shrills of hurt. Together they slid quite the distance as one on Ruka's back, skinning fabric and meat off it. When they finally stopped, the wolf was straddling him, one hand pinned down the other man's throat, nails piercing the skin.
"See?" The man panted, his body glued and trembling over the other. "You will die tonight, so it is only fair to share something with you as well." He leaned down, lips trembling with excitement and breath hot down Ruka's earlobe as he spoke again. "Hazuki. This is the name of that special one that will kill you tonight…"
That did it. There was a sloppy punch on the man's hest, pushing him just enough to kick him in the nuts right after. Hazuki lunged manically on him, claw aiming his face this time. The vampire welcomed it, ready to give him his final blow when his cheek was struck in a butchering slap, scratching and opening a new wound that reached up to his right eye. For just a moment, Ruka caught a glimpse of the other man grinning in victory over him. Then lights went off for his right eye with an ear-wrecking scream.
There was no surprise in his features, just a sulky expression of exhaustion and the remnants of pain and disgust as he looked at his useless eyeball sliding and getting crushed on the ground by the wolf's knee. The vampire clicked his tongue, shaking in fury as he glued his body on the other man, long legs wrapping around Hazuki's waist. He made sure to brush roughly at the wound he previously inflicted and he turned them over with a violent roll, ending up on hands and knees above him. He didn't even seem to care about his bleeding eye as he shot an imperious glare to the other man. All of his focus was turned at those cocky eyes wincing back at him, pissing him off further.
"Enough… You got me all hungry with your crap…" He purred, his fangs glinting as he sank them on Hazuki's neck, piercing the skin with a loud moan, lapping the blood thirstily.
"You crazy fucker-"
All words were drowned in sounds that had nothing to do with pain or fight. They were low, betraying bold waves of pleasure as the vampire fed on him, dark hair falling ovet the wolf's face, tickling his skin. Hazuki grabbed hard on those stray locks, tugging them harshly at every flick of Ruka's teasing tongue. In reply, the fangs sank deeper savagely, tearing the skin for more blood. There was no pain perceived though. Only pleasure and loud sounds that betrayed need.
"You are crazy…" Hazuki panted between moans, struggling to pull away from the other's grip but Ruka proved stronger than he expected. The vampire kept licking and sucking thirstily, making sure to multiply the sensations that the two of them shared in that unique bond. There was no bigger humiliation for wolves than being used as food for vampires, and it was worth the toxic shock that could follow later.
"My guess is you like crazy…" Ruka breathed against the butchered skin, his own sounds a mix of pain and desire. "You lost me an eye, so you will pay with your blood."
"It will… kill you too…" there was great struggle from Hazuki's side to produce words instead of melting sounds. His hands clenched on the vampire's arms, making sure he inflicted pain.
"Will you be sorry if I die, dog?" A chuckle left Ruka's lips and his gluttonous tongue licked stray droplets of red.
"Only because you won't die directly by my hands!"
Ruka laughed against his skin, teeth abusing his neck and throat, sealing the scar with what could be interpreted as a tiny, bare kiss. He let his fingers roam around Hazuki's neck and collarbones, drunk by his sounds, tracing in marvel the prickled skin.
"If you are going down with me I will be fine… Plus, your blood makes me high…"
"Reckless…" Hazuki moaned, his thumb wiping the blood that was oozing down the other man's cheek. An amused grin settled on his face, feral.
"You like reckless too…" Ruka looked down, eye locked on Hazuki's bloody lips and licked his own, the metallic taste of poison running in his insides. It burned down his throat and stomach, reaching his abdomen in a most pleasurable firework. He was slowly getting dazed, his single iris dilating further. He struggled to focus though as the wolf under him gave a slow nod, his lower body twitching with the need to grind against him. Ruka clicked his tongue, all kinds of pain making a disturbing mix in his head and especially the pain inside his pants. "Out of all people, did it have to be one of your kind?"
"Reading minds now?"
Their breaths were mixed in a mutual laugh, a desperate sound against fate and the whole game it played against them.
"I can do more than that…" His voice died in his mouth, reaching Hazuki's ears in a bare caress. A fingertip moved down those blood smudged lips, the rest of his limbs struggling to tame his need. He could feel his erection waking up to his own horror and it got rather lively as the man under him responded the same way, his crimson lips rubbing intentionally against the digit as he spoke with voice low and enticing.
"Can you see the future?"
A tiny nod, Ruka's head slowly leaning down, their foreheads resting on each other. He shut his eye tired, letting his wound paint them both in red, getting more and more drowsy as time passed.
"Do we die tonight?" The wolf breathed, his lips brushing the words against that sinful lower lip.
"... No."
A big sigh moved the both of them as one in a small wave. Their lips kept moving, placing feathery touches, as if afraid to succumb to actual kisses.
"Then let's walk away and never meet again."
"Fate doesn't work like this."
"We should give it a try though…" Hazuki whispered, fingers crawling over the other man's fangs, touching them as he smugly sported his own. "We could spare each other and never attempt to meet again. It might work…"
Ruka stood silent, his single eye shutting shut, enjoying with guilt every sensation. He was almost certain that it wouldn't work. Hazuki's smell was bold, gluing and mixing with his own in a very nice result. He brushed their lips together, whispering his answer in a dying breath, head moving away reluctantly before their tongues would take part in the game.
"We can give it a try…"
Ruka slowly moved away and propped himself up, not with little effort. He gasped as he barely stood up, the only things keeping him to his senses being the adrenaline and the drugged feeling from the wolf's blood. Scratched hands supported himself on his bending knees, giving the time needed for his body to respond and pick the weapons off the ground. He could feel his whole being healing in a torturously slow rhythm. He was going to be fine, except for the eye that was long gone. Weak hands ripped a sliver from his shirt, bringing it to his eye and tying it with sloppy knots. He probably looked funny as a weak chuckle echoed from the ground, in-between coughs. He watched carefully as the wolf slowly stood on his knees and then up. Ruka knew he wouldn't accept help so he didn't try to offer. His brown eye seized the other man carefully as tattooed hands undusted his clothes and he drew closer, an unreadable expression in his eye.
"May we never meet again…" Hazuki mumbled and Ruka remained silent, fixing the handmade bandage on his head.
"Think of me whenever you clean those wounds…" A smirk, and then his tall form turned away with slow, limping steps, not daring to look back.
"Goodbye, fucker."
Ruka laughed, though that was not the feeling that conquered his insides right then. On the other hand he would never express what was really happening inside him. The excitement, the desire, how alive he felt after so many years of being dead. The trouble that pursed his lips into a thin line. He had been there before, once, and it had been really painful. And as it seemed, life loved playing really bad jokes on him. Shaky fingers fumbled in his pockets, fishing for his cigarettes. He cursed a lot before the lighter finally gave in and lit one, smoking hungrily. He couldn't change fate if it didn't want to. But maybe he could change the rest of the story, write better chapters, create happier routes. Or they would never even meet again indeed, who knew…
Oh well, Ruka did know.
"See you around, dog."
The End