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Right now, everything hurts. The ground is cold, an absolute Godsend after the beating that had transpired minutes before. He really should have known better that he should not have been here, in someone else's territory on a Saturday night. What was he thinking? As if a werewolf could easily pass through here without being caught. With a groan, he attempts to stand, only getting as far kneeling before he's held down on the ground again. The weight on his back is strong. And sharp.
Wait. Is he getting stepped on?
“You're lucky,” whoever was speaking to him makes an incentive to grind his heel into Kuramochi’s back. For someone with a smooth, silvery voice, his heel was practically impaling Kuramochi’s spine. “I'm a very merciful guy. And I just couldn't bear to see a cute little doggy get beaten to a bloody pulp.”
This straggler was fucking full of himself, wasn't he? “ Get off,” Kuramochi growls, reaching in vain to try and pry the leg off his back. “God damn it. Why don't you leave with your other leech friends?”
The weight off Kuramochi’s back is gone immediately, though it wasn't as if his guest was shocked. No, far beyond that, as Kuramochi realizes with some surprise that he is laughing. The light, mocking chuckle pisses him the fuck off. Kuramochi is already shifting his body, raising his head in order to look at this fucking guy. “And what the fuck has you so—?!”
Oh. No wonder.
Looking at his shit eating grin, the cocked hip and the gloved hand resting on it, he definitely gave off an air that he was self-congratulating. That he thinks he's an all important, intimidating, deserves fucking respect kind of leech. And... He is.
Of all the vampires to meet tonight, Kuramochi really has to count his luck, as he never thought he'd be meeting face to face with the Kominato Ryousuke. It's really obvious now why those other leeches hadn't killed Kuramochi when they had the chance. He can make anyone do whatever he wants. Kominato, most likely, had to simply snap his fingers and Kuramochi’s attackers would be gone without a trace. But… why would he just help a werewolf like that?
As if on cue, Kominato presses the inward curve of his shoe against Kuramochi’s cheek, outright forcing the werewolf to look at him. “And don't I get a little thank you? I did just save your life,” he chuckles, allowing the cold surface of his shoe to linger on Kuramochi’s skin as he's taking those few steps back. He's outright allowing Kuramochi to stand. As if he's needed the ‘permission’ before. “Just like a mutt to be so ungrateful.”
Once he's on his own two feet, Kuramochi holds Kominato’s gaze. It doesn't matter who he is, Kominato is still nothing but a bloodsucking piece of garbage. “Fuck you. I don't have to be grateful over anything you do.”
The comment doesn't seem to offend the vampire. In fact, it only makes the cunning smile on his face widen. He folds his hands behind his back, and the cocky gaze of his really… ticks Kuramochi off. “I'm not petty. I wouldn't kill a weak thing like you.” He just barely tilts his head up, and that detail makes it much more clearer that Kominato, despite his height, has a habit of staring down at anyone whom he thought of as dirt.
Kuramochi is at a loss for words. God, wasn't Kominato just the most arrogant bastard... Staring wide eyed at the vampire, he can't think of a single thing to say.
“Oh? Did I say something wrong?” Kominato grins, the white glint of his fangs barely distinguishable in the muddied light of the alley. “It's nothing bad to be told that you're weak. It just means that you should work on becoming less of a pest.” The words are spoken softly, mockingly, and are meant to sound crudely encouraging.
Of course, Kuramochi isn't going to take it as anything but an insult. Balling up his fists, he steps forward, clenched teeth as he speaks. And he notes the very unsubtle step back Kominato takes. “Fuck you. I won't allow something like you treat me like a pile of garbage,” upon seeing the grin on Kominato’s face soften, he just has to continue. “What makes you even think, for a damned second, that I'll be intimidated by some vampire's little words. Tell me, you're all talk, aren't you?”
It's hard to tell, whether or not Kominato took great offense to this. At the very least, he's taken aback by the werewolf's words, yet he doesn't seem as if he's all that surprised. That, Kuramochi notes, is interesting. The two stare at each other, taking up several beats of silence. It's completely silent, an unsettling buzz making its way in Kuramochi’s ears before Kominato laughs. And he laughs , the smoothness of the sound itself comes across as incredibly pleasant to Kuramochi, despite it all.
Rather than growing infuriated at this, Kuramochi is left absolutely dumbfounded.
This vampire found Kuramochi’s words so amusing, so absurd, that he belted out these uncharacteristic chortles. Kuramochi considers asking what's so damn funny, but as soon as he parts his lips to bark out a complaint, Kominato’s giggles subside enough for him to speak. “I've never had anyone, let alone a werewolf, say anything like that to me. I like you, you've got something I haven't seen in years... What's your name?”
A name is something Kuramochi was raised to give from the moment he was asked, unfortunately. It's nothing but instinct. “Kuramochi Youichi.” At the very least, he tries to sound as if he's not utterly flabbergasted on how Kominato turned his words on its head.
Kominato hums, still pleasantly amused, as he's taking those few steps closer to Kuramochi. Closer. He's getting much closer. “Kuramochi Youichi... Is it?” the words are spoken softly, dripping with nothing but honeyed praise. He stops walking when their shoes scuffle against each other, and the press of Kominato’s fingers on the werewolf's chin is rather sudden.
The gloves the vampire is wearing are uncomfortably cold, more so knowing that it's his pale flesh that's giving off such a chill. Kuramochi keeps his widened gaze on Kominato, a pang of uneasiness making itself known in the pit of his chest. It’s unreal how easily this guy was able to change Kuramochi’s demeanor like this. “... Y... Yes.”
Two fingers swipe against the warm, wet blood smeared on the werewolf's skin. “I'll consider apologizing for such a rough start, at least... For being so weak, you're certainly an interesting little mutt, Youichi.” The huff of breath that passes Kominato’s lips is nothing but facetious. Kuramochi does want to speak up and complain about that passive-aggressive comment, but that was pretty much gone the moment Kominato brings his fingers up to his rosy lips, darting his tongue out to very slowly lick up the blood—his blood— off his gloves.
It had to have been on purpose that Kominato did such a thing, given that he keeps his gaze on him as he cleans his gloves of the blood dirtying them... It’s distracting, Kuramochi realizes. That isn’t something he wants to be graced with, he shouldn’t be staring at Kominato lick at his fingers like this. He shouldn’t be thinking that Kominato looks really good doing this... No. He wants to feign complaint and tell the vampire that he’s leaving.
“ Look—”
“You have a wonderful taste, Youichi. That’s rare,” the slow, deliberate lick Kominato gave his lips was definitely, without a fucking doubt, really distracting. “But I’m biased. I love feeding off cute little wolves.”
Okay.
Kuramochi huffs, glances away, then back down to Kominato. He can’t help but to stuff his hands in his pockets, and feels a frown tug at his lips again. He’s not even feeling so uncomfortably upset anymore. That’s replaced with some extraordinarily odd embarrassment. “Uh. Yeah... Yeah. Look... Look, I shouldn’t stay in your territory, you didn’t want me here in the first place. I’ll—”
“I never said I didn’t want you here, Youichi. I would have made that much more clear. Listen...” Kominato reaches, tugging at the werewolf’s tie. This vampire just radiates an aura of arrogance. “I want you to come back. You should. After all, you owe me, right?”
Shit. He does. Technically, having someone save your life always came with the obligatory, ‘I’m indebted to you’ spiel. That was a werewolf thing... How did Kominato even know about that?
After running a hand through his hair, Kuramochi merely nods, glancing around at his dimly lit surroundings. “I don’t have much of a choice. I’ll be back...” he pauses. “... Tomorrow night.”
Kominato grins, outright baring his fangs. “Oh, good! I’ll be waiting, Youichi,” he allows Kuramochi’s tie to slip out of his hand as he’s stepping back, subsequently turning in order to leave, himself. The steps he takes is the most incredibly unsubtle way to show how confident Kominato is with himself. Smooth, strong, giving off a hint of grace. This keeps Kuramochi’s attention until the vampire slows his steps, stopping and turning his head to glance behind his shoulder.
“Ah, and just so you know, I expect you to call me by my name when we meet next.”
He leaves without any celebration, leaving Kuramochi alone in the dark. Pretty much. Christ, Kuramochi just cannot believe how openly smug Kominato, no, Ryousuke is... He closes his eyes, takes in a soft breath and chuckles. This is fucking ridiculous.
“Whatever you say, Ryou-san...”