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It’s been three months. Three months, ten days, nine hours, and fifteen minutes since Yuu was possessed by his demon. It’s also been about an hour since a desperate kiss from his best friend brought him back around. Mika is still shocked it had worked. In theory, it shouldn’t have. In theory, Yuu was also straight. Mika is rather glad theories don’t always pan out. Not because he’s not glad Yuu is himself again. It’s more the whole being straight thing. Which he is glad Yuu is not.
That doesn’t mean things aren’t awkward. They had spent twenty minutes on the dirty concrete floor of the shed, making out as if he weren’t a monster in need of Yuu’s blood and Yuu wasn’t a vampire hunter who had just spent three months (ten days, nine hours, and fifteen minutes) being possessed by the thing that lives in his sword. In Mika’s opinion, it had been the best twenty minutes of his life, but like all good things in his life, it was not meant to last for long. And while the past couple months have seen him open up a bit to the rest of Yuu’s friends, he felt the old, familiar hatred toward humanity flash through him when they’d been interrupted. Not that it could really be helped. Since his demon had taken hold, Yuu hadn’t eaten anything (neither had he, but he’s not human and can hold out a bit longer). As Shinoa had pointed out, Yuu needed food and fast. Before he, quote, thought about changing his "Cherry-boy status". After that, there had been no hope in talking about The Kiss with Yuu busy sputtering like mad and shouting at Shinoa.
It’s now forty-five minutes later and instead of allowing him and Yuu some private time to discuss what had happened, they’re all poking around a dingy and dirty, abandoned shopping mart. The place reminds him quite a bit of where he and Yuu had found themselves a couple months back. When Yuu had insisted he abandon whatever was left of his humanity in order to survive. He still hates being a vampire, but he can’t say he regrets having tasted human blood, Yuu’s blood, that day. Not only because it had tasted good (much to his inner disgust), but also because Yuu had been his first.
Well, sort-of first. A first, anyway. His first kiss had been just a short while ago. (Technically, Krul had been his first kiss, but he doesn’t really count being turned into a vampire by being forced to drink blood from her mouth as a “first kiss.”) He’s trying not to think about whatever other firsts he might actually manage before he’s faced with the realization that he can’t keep Yuu. Even with the squad being deserters, he knows things won’t last. Yuu fights vampires. He is a vampire. Regardless of what Yuu says, it’s going to cause a problem somewhere down the line.
He’s sure Yuu would tell him that he’s over thinking, but he’d also tell Yuu that between the two of them, someone has to do the thinking…
Speaking of Yuu… he scans the store, almost instinctively seeking out the familiar heartbeat while he looks for a certain head of disheveled, dark hair. Somewhere in the back of the store flickers an overhead light, indicating a generator might still be working. He spots Yuu heading towards the blinking pool of illumination and hesitates to follow. The rest of the group has already begun searching shelves and he wonders if maybe he should do the same. Half-way towards an aisle, however, the sound of Yuu’s voice makes him jerk his head up.
“…Hey guys, does lube expire?”
The fact the squad has managed not to break their necks despite the speed at which they’d all turned towards Yuu’s voice frankly astounds him. But what astounds him more is the fact that Yuu had managed to say the word lube without turning into a tomato in the process. Then again, considering who he hangs out with… A hasty glance is shot Shinoa’s way, confirming his suspicions. She’s grinning like Yuu has just handed her the best gift ever. He gets the sense that neither him nor Yuu are going to live this down. In fact, he’d be willing to bet on that.
Three hours later and they’re finally back “home” (if an abandoned house can be called that). After some (he hopes) good-natured ribbing from Shinoa, Yuu takes his hand and drags him to one of the spare bedrooms. What little of Yuu’s blood is left in him that hasn’t gone cold is currently coloring and heating up the tips of his ears. He can feel the rush of blood to his face too, though it’s hardly warm. Not like Yuu’s hand is in his own. Chalk it up to a lack of body heat. Yuu doesn’t seem to mind, although he has yet to say anything. Instead, Yuu locks the door and then pushes him down on the edge of the bed. Before he’s given a chance to question what Yuu is thinking, Yuu’s hands lift to unfasten the collar of the JIDA uniform. Blond brows skyrocket.
“Yuu-chan, what-”
But clearly it’s not what he’s thinking because Yuu is frowning at him. Hardly the beginnings of something sexy.
“Mika, when was the last time you fed? And don’t lie. I can always go ask the others.”
Ah. Well, he decides, when it comes to alternatives, the one Yuu suggests isn’t necessarily a bad one.
“You gonna tell me?” Yuu’s stubbornness is legendary, a more innocent brand compared to his own, and he’s lost this argument to Yuu once already. He knows that will only give Yuu fuel to keep up the “good fight.” That, coupled with those stern, green eyes, makes it impossible for him to argue. When it comes to Yuu, he knows when he’s lost a battle. Sighing, he frowns too.
“Before Nagoya.”
“Shit, Mika, why didn’t you say something?!”
He shrugs in response. “It would’ve been weird to ask your friends.” What he doesn't say is that he hated the thought of relying on them and that, more than anything, had prevented him from asking.
The sheer outrage flashing in Yuu’s eyes actually keeps him from making a bland joke about Yuu’s intelligence. It’s not Yuu’s fault that he’d been a demon for the past couple months (except it kinda is, given Yuu's the one that decided to stab himself in the chest, which started the whole weird seraph/demon thing in the first place). He doesn’t point this out simply because he doesn’t want to get punched on the head. He half expects Yuu to argue that his friends would’ve offered, but apparently something in his own expression closes off that topic for discussion. Yuu even manages to look abashed, gaze dropping as he settles on the bed next to him.
“You’re gonna drink now though, right?” There are fingers under his chin. Yuu’s fingers. The same touch as that day in Nagoya. If his mouth wasn’t already dry, it would be now. And he notes Yuu’s eyes are on his lips when he swallows around the lump in his throat.
Damn, but Yuu always seems to kill his self-control.
This time, he’s a lot more gentle. This time, he leans in slowly, breath ghosting across where Yuu’s pulse beats the hardest. He hasn’t realized how much he’s wanted Yuu’s blood until now, but he’s determined to cause as little pain as necessary. His lips are probably chapped and cold to the touch, but he senses it isn’t the chill that makes Yuu shudder. Before he even bites in, fingers are winding their way into his hair, pressing him closer. Vaguely, he wonders if Yuu has a biting kink. The thought is quickly cast away when he finally presses his teeth against unmarked skin.
Just like last time, he’s practically overwhelmed by how good Yuu tastes. It doesn’t make a bit of sense. Krul’s blood had been a necessity but foul on his tongue. Cold, clotted, and it’s no wonder it often made him gag. Yuu’s blood, by contrast, is warm like blood should be. Salty, yes. Coppery, definitely. But also the most amazing tasting thing he’s had since Akane’s curry. He can see now why some vampires prefer the blood of certain individuals. He doesn’t want to drink anyone’s blood but Yuu’s.
That doesn’t mean he lets it fog his mind completely. Almost nervously, he listens to the beat of Yuu’s heart, trying to gauge that moment before Yuu’s heartbeat begins to slow due to lack of blood. It doesn’t come and he wonders if it’s his demon’s healing ability preventing hypovolemia from setting in. He pulls back anyway, having had his fill, and hastily wipes his mouth off on his sleeve before looking up.
To his surprise, there’s a look of satisfaction adorning Yuu’s features. Something akin to a smirk, and after having thrilled at the taste of Yuu’s blood, he can feel it coursing through his own veins and heating his cheeks. He’s blushing and it’s Yuu’s blood making him warm. At the sight, Yuu’s grin only spreads and he decides that Yuu is far too dangerous to him. Dangerous in ways that make him feel as if he’d never lost his humanity.
“…Yuu-chan?” he asks, leaning back as Yuu leans in. The movement makes him lean back further until he’s forced to begin crawling back on the bed. Yuu merely follows him, crawling after him until he’s forced against the backboard and unable to go further.
“Hey, Mika… “ That devious smirk has yet to disappear and he’s acutely aware of the way he can hear Yuu’s heartbeat pick up speed as well as the voices of the others several rooms away. Laughter filters down the hall and he glances at the door. When he turns his gaze back to Yuu, he finds his lap full of his best friend. A lap full of his only family member. A lap full of the man for whom he’s been living. A lap full of Yuu, which means any hope of hiding the way his dick is straining against his pants is pretty much gone.
“…Yes, Yuu-chan?” He’s surprised by how steady his voice sounds, even if it goes up an octave when Yuu rolls his hips. When did Yuu even learn these things? A lot must have gone on during the four years they were separated. Clutching at Yuu’s hips, he draws in a shuddering breath. Should he be angry? Jealous? Who is he kidding? If Yuu doesn’t know whether or not lube expires, he doubts Yuu is experienced.
“Aren’t you gonna ask why I wanted lube?” Yuu has tilted his head, whispering into one of his pointed ears and shit, he never would’ve suspected vampire ears to be so sensitive.
Clearing his throat, he manages a nod, not quite realizing his true danger. Yuu is so warm under his hands, in his lap, that he’s distracted. Some part of his mind seems to have retained his capacity to think because already, Yuu’s coat is completely unfastened and his shirt pulled out. Oh, when did that happen?
“It’s ‘cause I decided that now I’ve got you back, it’s fucking time I got rid of my virginity.”
He’d complain about Yuu’s very un-sexy, unromantic choice of words, but… well, of all the people Yuu could lose his virginity with, Yuu has chosen him. So in lieu of commenting, he laughs and draws Yuu down into a kiss.