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Choso’s thick boots crashed through the rain as he walked aimlessly through the dark streets of Shinjuku trying to keep a low profile. A bible was clutched tightly in his hand as the cloak over his face shielded him from the oncoming rain and wind that threatened to blow him over as it continued. At this rate, he would reach Yuji’s soaked to the bone and look like a wet cat. Yet, he beamed at the probability that Itadori would tell him off for it and prepare him that nice warm honey tea. He cast his eyes down as he let out a snuff exhale flexing his free hand before he continued from his brief pause.
He has to go to the underground market place quickly, even if it went against his morals as a vampire hunter. The indescribable feeling of his stomach churning has been haunting his mind all day and it had reached a point where the hunger pains were killing him. It was only a matter of time before he lost it which would not be good for him.
Being half of two words certainly put a strain on him, however he tried his best to not let it phase him. He is the eldest of 10 and most certainly should act like it. This should be a simple daily errand for him to carry out before going to his brothers.
That was, if it weren’t for one thing.
The fact that he was being trailed.
At first, it didn’t feel as such, or rather, he didn’t pay it no mind. But unfortunately, when you’re a vampire, you have certain traits that make you able to sense certain things. Although his senses may not be as sharp as that of a full vampire, he could still tell that there was the overwhelming presence of someone else creeping behind him. To be frank, these intuitions he had was the whole reason why he had taken the role as a honourable saint father to run from the truth. As well as work for those who slaughtered his kind. He thought that, if he went undercover, and tried to blend in with humans knowing how they are regarding vampires, he could build a stable home for himself.
So that’s what he did, and it worked for many years. However whoever was trailing him must’ve known the truth. Sniffing it out from the moment he locked onto the rather medium tall man and it slightly pissed Choso off—if not scaring him. From the sound of his footsteps, he was being followed by a lanky man. Probably mid twenties to early thirties. He walked with a cocky air to him and made minimal noise as if he were highly trained to do so. Choso couldn’t head to the market he wanted to go for some blood, so he took a wrong turn intentionally leading the man into a secluded area where he could get some answers or maybe a free meal.
Unfortunately when he meant a secluded area, he in fact did not want to corner himself into a dead end which made him curse gently at his own stupidity. Now all he could think about was ‘who is this stupid man and why was he bothering him?’. He turned around with the cloak still masking his face, watching as the shadow got closer before stopping abruptly in front of his own stature—the only sound surrounding them now was the noise of pelting rain.
“You know, you really gave me a run for my money.” The voice spoke, silky and smooth with a teasing undertone to which it made Choso’s skin crawl.
“What do you want?” Choso spoke harshly, cutting straight to the point, uncaring if he sounded out of line. He was in no mood for games. The hunger inside was starting to bubble and he was losing his mind. “I don’t have any money if you’re trying to shake me down.”
A gruff laugh behind him made him shiver. “Shake you down for money? I never thought someone would think so low of me! But then again..Nanami has had some pretty mean assumptions about me…” The voice contemplated before taking another step further and Choso whipped around. When he tilted his head up so he could see; tuffets of white messy fluffy hair hanging heavy with rain, and the most sickeningly bluest bright eyes he’s ever seen greeted him. Gojo took a step forward. Choso took a hesitant swallow.
“You’re close enough.” He growled threateningly and two pale hands raised in defence.
“Woah there! I haven’t come to kill you..yet.” And Choso raised an eyebrow, “So relax!”
Choso was getting sick of this conversation already, he needed to get to the black market for vampires before he snapped. “Who are you and what do you want?” It was a straight forward demand, Choso wanting to know what business this…man had with him. His attire was definitely not something of a person looking to rob—a navy deep blue coat with gold plated buttons dotted on each side with a collar that hid his neck securely. A thick belt wrapped around his waist hugging the skin to accentuate his figure. It was familiar, since he worked for the hunting organisation. But he couldn’t exactly tell.
“Oh straight to the point are we?” The tall man sang looking over Choso, “That’s more like it. The name's Satoru Gojo!”
Choso hummed cautiously not bothering to address him by his name, “Okay..and what do you want?”
“I think this is the part where you tell me your name!” Gojo grinned, wiggling his fingers awaiting only to see that Choso looked him stoicly. He then sighed defeatedly at trying to make small talk. “If you’re so eager to know then, I guess a small chat? Or—or a partner? Better colleges? See there’s a lot of things I want but, unfortunately not everything works out.”
Choso honestly couldn’t give a flying fuck. “Why are you following me?”
“Simple!” He chirped with that same energy he’s been keeping up since they met. However it somehow shifted into something more serious. Slightly darker than it previously was two seconds ago. “Because of what you are.”
Choso felt his heart stop and he clenched his fists tightly reaching to put his bible away in his cloak pocket. He couldn’t falter now—no, he’s still got to Yuji to watch over. The day he could be exposed and put to death would not be today. “Oh yeah? And what could that be?”
There was a pause before a daunting laugh.
“Those creepy blood suckers! Vampires? Ever heard of them?”
The half vampire swallowed his tongue at the words that fell from his mouth as he thought of a desperate attempt to save himself from this situation. “I’m not one of those monsters..you’ve got it wrong.”
“But aren’t you?”
Choso then froze when the strong scent of blood wafted in the air. He couldn’t stop himself from salivating immediately as his hands reached up to cover his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows. It was coming from the man who called himself Satoru Gojo. It was a sweet, irresistible smell and it made Choso weak in the knees. If he didn’t know any better he would have collapsed to the sickeningly good aroma.
“You want it, don’t you?” Choso’s head craned up, his hood sliding backwards as he did so, eyes trained on the vial before him. Damn it, he’s let his hunger get so bad he’s turning into a wild animal.
Red eyes glinted in the dark and Choso swallowed harshly as he took a weak step forward.
And then another.
After another.
Until he finally stood toe to toe with the other hunter who chuckled at how he’s managed to break down Choso. Pink lips spread across his face at the sight. It was only when Choso lunged for the vial is when it was pulled away from him and he growled ferociously, baring his fangs. “Ah, Ah.”
Choso opened his mouth to take a bite at Gojo’s neck with whiplash inducing speed when a hand was thrown over his mouth to keep him in his place and beat him to it. The hand slid down into his open mouth and instinctively Choso’s fangs clenched down on the warm flesh. Yet, Gojo Satoru seemed unphased.
“You’re kind of special, right?” His teeth were clamped down tightly on Gojo’s pinky as his mouth throbbed to break past the skin. Red eyes glowed with a sharp desire for what lies underneath and it was like a tug of war, Choso pushing forward only to be overpowered by Gojo as he bent his smaller frame in half, forcing him to look up into his blue eyes. “So feisty porcupine.” The vampire hunter grinned his eyes, taking note of the saliva pooling off his pinky finger. “Tell you what, I’ll let you have a sip, one sip. Vampires love to tell me I’m the tastiest thing they ever let themselves have a piece of.” He teased lightly and Choso’s heart lodged itself in his oesophagus.
It seemed too good to be true, but Choso didn’t have much in him to actually think. His breaths were rapid and hazy craving the sensation of warm thick liquid to wet his appetite. He needed blood, he craved for blood. And it was being offered to him on a silver platter but…
“Obviously you’ll—want something in return for this…” Choso spat out muffled by his mouth occupied by delicately long fingers. And the tall man huffed.
“Who said that? I’m doing a generous deed aren’t I?”
That was true..and Choso was in no position to deny.
“Kh—“ Choso thought about it with whatever sanity he had left in his mind right now but Gojo smelled incredible. Now that he could smell his own scent rather than the vials he had dangled like a piece of candy before him.
“Just hear me out.” Gojo’s lids went heavy as he thought for a second, studying Choso’s facial expression before he spoke, “Right now me and my buddies are taking down that little underground bunker you vamps like to go to to get your fix. So instead of letting a pretty thing like yourself get torn up in the midst of battle, I decided that I would personally go after you. Unfortunately we are clamping down on blood banks so, you’ll have to find another supplier. However…” He licked his plush lips cautiously as Choso’s eyes flashed up at him, angry and confused. “I’d be willing to supply you. As a thank you message. For helping us find the place.”
The brown haired male couldn’t remember helping him find the place at all, but even if he did? He didn’t care at this moment. If blood was being offered to him right now so freely, like hell he would pass it up. Choso sunk his teeth into his hand lapping up blood greedily and the cocky man just watched with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His tongue swirled against the smooth skin before he took it into his mouth, sucking with the intent to get every drop he could.
“Such a good boy, so polite too..” Gojo praised. Fuck the praise—it made him feel disgustingly fuzzy.
The man with white hair was sweet. He tasted like sugary snacks which Yuji sometimes made the half human try occasionally when they had movie nights. It was blissful, warm and refreshing as it rolled onto his tongue making his eyes roll back in ecstasy. It was definitely better than the blood they provide at the black market blood banks.
A slight hitch in Gojo’s breath made him glance up gingerly. Bright crimson eyes shifted upwards to make contact with the hands owner. And he’d be crazy if he swore he saw the slightest bit of blush displayed across those pale cheeks with lips tightly pressed into a thin line. Choso lifted his hands to caress Gojo’s letting out a gruff noise, his eyes tightening in pleasure.
Gojo smiled lazily, not moving his hand from his grasp. He kept a steady grin and wet his lips as he watched before letting out a deep chuckle. For some reason, Choso found it…attractive. But he would never admit that out loud.
“You really are something..what a technique you have.” Choso was wordless, withdrawing with heavy panting and red dripping from his lips. Eventually Satoru took the hand Choso fed off to swipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, raising an eyebrow as he dipped his own blood into the crevice of his mouth with a slight hum maintaining his smile and looking down at Choso.
But the blood from his hand wasn’t enough. The flow wasn’t strong enough to pump it into his awaiting stomach that no longer killed him with dire starvation. Now he had his fix, this was just utter greed at play. Choso reached up to claw at the constricting and covering clothes aching for Gojo’s neck which made his fangs throb. He allowed himself to let it go this far, so he might as well get some worth out of it.
“Hu—” A hand grabbed the back of his clothes abruptly and lifted him up and he blinked his eyes wide with surprise as he was spun to look at hypnotic icy blue irises.
“Tearing off my clothes now? At least take me on a date first.” Choso looked down at the floor tiredly with a deadpan expression at this new found humiliation. But it didn’t stop him from licking his lips, satisfied at what he managed to get off Satoru. “Such a greedy little vampire.” The man Gojo laughed, throwing a hand on his hip proudly as he held Choso up with one hand. “Hope you had your fill, we should definitely do this again.”
Again?? Was this some sort of game to the guy?
Choso rolled his eyes as he allowed himself to be held like a kitten. Unbeknownst to him however, this annoying man was going to change his quiet life. Whether he liked it or not.