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Now, Izumi wasn't exactly a fan of traveling around. It was fine in moderation, he thought. He liked going on vacation with his parents or visiting different places with Knights. The right people could make it tolerable, at the very least.
Going back and forth between jobs, though? Long, boring flights alone, layovers, and the uncomfortable naps? Maybe whenever he goes to hell, it’ll just be one endless loop of all of the awful parts of traveling.
That, and it was really, really annoying getting blood. Or at the very least, any blood he actually wanted to drink.
Unfortunately, Izumi had grown quite a taste for a certain composer’s blood. And really, he should've known better. The first time was excusable; he'd been starving, and Leo hadn't had a problem with it. So yes, fine, he would give himself some grace. The second time, however? The third or the fourth? Maybe he could ignore the nick from the knife. It had been bad, and Izumi’s spit could be an anesthetic.
The split lip, though? A paper cut? Leniency was one hell of a gateway drug.
(Although, if Izumi was being truthful for a moment, maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Leo always felt as close as Izumi had always craved for him to be when he let up a little.)
So really, maybe he deserved to be a little miserable as he stepped through the door to Leo’s house. Misery was a good teacher, and he liked to think he's a good student at this point.
He announced himself even though nobody came to greet him, which was a rarity at Leo’s house. Normally his mom came over to fuss over him or Ruka came over to chat for a bit. But he guessed they were out right now, which was fine with him.
Izumi knocked on Leo’s door before he opened it, taking in the room. It was a little more cluttered than it was the last time he was here. Paper, pens, and CDs were strewn about as if Leo had gotten bored and abandoned them. Books were also here and there, the fancy moon-themed bookmarks Izumi had gotten Leo sticking out of a few.
He took a moment to mourn the room he cleaned the last time he stayed over.
The familiar messiness was just a little uncomfortable. But it was different now. Sunlight filled the room, making it actually look more like a bedroom than a tomb. The smells were all different too, comforting and homey instead of having that stale scent of blood that made his skin crawl with disgusted excitement.
Leo himself looked healthy and relaxed, humming to himself as meows came from the cat keyboard in his lap. A wide, thoroughly amused smile was on his face as he chirped out little mews in reply to the keyboard. Izumi felt his body relax a little at the sight. He was tired and it'd been too long since he'd seen Leo. Two long, very cold, very quiet weeks. Leo looked up as Izumi shut the door, his expression somehow getting infinitely brighter. “Sena! Hi, Sena!”
He made his way over to the drawn curtains, closing them before his skin started to itch. As pretty as Leo was in natural lighting, Izumi was not putting on sunscreen. “Mm, hey. You're clearly busy.” Izumi hummed as he sat down, listening to a cat’s rendition of Promise Swords. “Where’d you even get that?”
“I like to think I’m ahead of my time! And I found it in a store; isn't it awesome? I was like, “Nobody’s ever composed a song with a kitty keyboard!”, so that's what I’m going to do!” Leo chirped. “Whatcha doin’ here? Aren't you tired?”
Izumi sniffed, glancing away from the other. “You're writing right now, aren't you?”
“I write all the time! I haven't gotten the right bit of inspiration yet, anyway.” Leo waved his hand dismissively, leaning closer to Izumi with an expectant look on his face. “Lemme imagine it…you’ve gotten sick! And it's made you clingy!”
“Are you a manga protagonist or something…? There's nothing that does that, Leo-kun.”
“It's an undiscovered disease! Oh, Sena, I’ll take care of you! Don't worry, don’t worry~!” Leo cooed. He reached over and patted Izumi’s head, looking way too pleased with the idea. “But that's not it…hmm.” He squinted, hands falling to Izumi’s cheeks to mindlessly squish them. Izumi can see him rotating the idea in his head before he finally got ahold of something, that pleased look on his face getting worse. “You're hungry!”
Izumi huffed. “So what? If you're busy, I can just go get something from the fridge.” He could, too. The moment Izumi had started staying over again to get away from the dorms, Leo’s dad always made sure to at least have something around whenever Izumi showed up. It'd always been like that, though; they were kind people despite the odd streak all of them had.
But if Leo really didn't want to be fed on right now, Izumi would probably just pass out while he got to work on that cat keyboard song.
“Busy?! Never! No, no, no! I'm never that busy!” Leo cried, taking his hands off of Izumi's face to set the keyboard down. “I did say I needed inspiration! And nobody’s home, so why not?” He stood up, grabbed Izumi’s hands, and pulled him toward the bed. He fell onto it, laughing as Izumi let out a surprised squawk as he dragged him right down with him.
There was a soft, relaxed expression on Leo’s face when Izumi pulled himself up to look at him. “How was the job?” He asked idly, resting his arms on Izumi’s shoulders.
“Fine.” He muttered. “The shoot went well. I’ll show you when they send everything to me. I am just so sick of planes, layovers, and shitty naps.” He sighed as Leo ran his fingers through his hair, allowing the other to pet him as much as he wanted. He's way too tired to swat him away.
“Well, you can relax aaaaaalllll week! Suo~ said it's a rest week, so just stay here and be lazy with me.” Leo chirped. “Ruka-tan misses you, and Mom’s been wanting you to go shopping with her. Dad’ll probably wanna go fishing, though…Sena, how good are you at fishing?”
“I've never been. If it's not a hot night, maybe.”
“We’ll fish then!” Leo said, sliding his hands down to run his thumb over Izumi's cheek. “And after all that, you can lay in bed and look pretty while I write you symphonies.”
Izumi hummed at that, debating multiple things at once. He could listen to Leo talk until he passed out, maybe. Or he could lean a little closer and tell Leo to make him feel pretty now. Perhaps he could just sink his teeth into Leo’s shoulder and drink for a while.
“Until then…” Leo hummed, seemingly making a choice for Izumi. “Lemme see,” Leo said, pulling Izumi’s lip back to inspect his teeth. He always had an odd fascination with Izumi’s teeth, tracing them slowly and thoughtfully. It's an odd habit, but Izumi liked to listen to his heart as he did it; he was just as mesmerized with Leo as the other was with him, so Izumi just thought of it as one of the weird little trades they tended to have.
Leo's eyes softened in admiration, just like they always did. It was odd, truthfully, to be treated so carefully. Like Izumi was the one who had to be careful as Leo traced razor-sharp canines. He eyed Izumi’s teeth with such an intense expression, Izumi wondered if he was the prey in this situation–Leo had always been carnivorous, after all.
Izumi wasn't exactly complaining about being looked at like that. He guessed he could tolerate all of the long, soft looks. The kisses that would inevitably be peppered across his face and the sweet, sweet warmth that would seep into his skin. Yes, he could definitely tolerate it.
“I'm too tired for much else.” Izumi hummed after a moment. Between the mind-numbing traveling and the feeding fatigue, Izumi didn't think he would even have the energy to get out of bed. It’s annoyingly unlucky, but an opportunity will float by sooner or later.
“Oh, don't worry, I can tell.” Leo said, earning a harsh look from Izumi. “Being honest! Don't you appreciate my honesty? It's handsome tired, by the way. Not awful ‘I’ve-been-up-for-a-week’ tired.”
Izumi rolled his eyes. “You'd know the difference.”
Leo stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at him. “I'll have you know I've been sleeping at boring times! I'm missing out on the cool stuff!”
“Poor you.”
“Mean! You're supposed to be kind! The kindest Sena ever! Be nice to me if you're gonna use me like a chew toy!” He laughed. “Unless…you're the type to just suck someone’s blood and leave?! Nasty! Nasty, cruel Sena! Am I just another victim to you, Sena!?”
“Be quiet.” Izumi grumbled. As if he'd ever want to bite anyone besides Leo. They'd made an agreement as well, even if Leo had said it in jest the first time. Who on earth would pass up an offer like that? Idiots, that's who. “I am kind. You like this waaaay too much for someone normal.” He reached up and threaded his fingers through Leo's hair, pulling his head to the side a little meanly. “You're so weird.”
Leo’s neck was, for the most part, smooth and clean of bite marks. Most of them were scattered across his shoulders instead, a mixture of old and new ones Leo never found shame in showing off. Once, when Izumi had roused from a nap, he'd seen Leo quietly tracing them with his fingers. Watched as Leo smiled to himself as he eyed the ones that had begun to heal, the smile never wavering once.
Leo might not have known it at the time–or maybe he did; the composer was perceptive at the worst times–but it was one of the reasons Izumi wasn't wracked with disgust and guilt every time he fed. Perhaps it was selfish, but he'd never been able to get that content expression out of his head.
He wasn't hurting him.
“Normal? Bah! Who needs normal?!” Leo chirped, breaking Izumi from his thoughts. He pulled the sleeve of his shirt off his shoulder, exposing all the bites that were scattered on his skin. “Inspire me again, won't you?” And how could Izumi ever deny him that?
He leaned forward and sank his teeth into Leo’s shoulder, all of the tension in his body disappearing as familiar sweetness filled his mouth. It was warm, warm, warm–as if Leo had found a way to bundle every bit of Izumi up and hold him close. A soft, cozy haziness settled over his mind, the remaining tension in his body leaving his body the moment it did.
Leo laughed as Izumi sighed in satisfaction, and he loved it. Loved the easy way it came out of his mouth and the way Leo seemed to relax just a little, too. The heartbeat in his ears was quick with excitement, a shiver of delight shooting up his spine as he barely managed to focus on it.
As always, Leo was pleasantly sweet. It was less overwhelming as time went on, especially when he compared it to the smell of other people’s blood. Tsukasa was horribly sweet, like all of those evil little cakes that made Izumi’s head hurt just looking at them. Arashi’s was more subtle, just a little more coppery, but it wasn't a taste he was interested in.
Leo, however, haunted his mind ever since he got a taste.
Izumi had a long, long list of things he should feel about himself. Disappointment, shame, anger, hatred–Izumi was the way life made him, and some things just couldn't be poked and prodded, even if that would make him feel better. But he didn't care anymore. Not one bit. Nearly every inch of Leo would be covered with bites if he didn't have a job where he needed most of his body to be clean. For now, Izumi would just have to be content with the bits of shoulders and thighs he'd been graced with.
For now.
Eventually, Izumi could feel himself getting sluggish. The warmth was unforgiving, and he could only do so much to resist its pull. Not like he really wanted to, honestly. Passing out with Leo after weeks away from him sounded great–he'd even be making sure that Leo got enough sleep.
Izumi pulled away slowly, licking the wound gently after a familiar bitter taste filled his mouth. He reached up to check if any blood had smeared across his lips, sighing in annoyance as his finger pulled away bloody. He really, really didn't want to get up…
“Oi,” Leo said, reaching forward to tilt Izumi’s face toward him. “Was that really enough?” A hand slid up his spine, tracing the ridges of it gently. His hands never stayed still after Izumi fed off of him, always tracing any piece of exposed skin he could. “You’re warm now, too.” He had murmured one time, sounding so unbelievably happy with that fact. So Izumi would let him do whatever he wanted. If Leo felt as close with Izumi as he did, then why stop him?
“‘M not that hungry. I'll eat more later.” Izumi replied tiredly, trying not to nod off. “I'm tired. I have to brush my teeth.” Leo’s hand paused on his jaw, cupping it gently for a moment as he seemed to mull something over.
“More later, huh?” Leo hummed, pulling Izumi so close his lips hovered over the other's. He should tell the composer whatever he was planning was gross and will get him dirty. Instead, he just let Leo get impossibly closer. “Well, with a promise like that, I’d better keep you in a good mood, huh? I’ll take care of it!”
The kiss was gentle at first. One of the soft, simple kinds Izumi liked after a trip away from home. He allowed Leo to deepen it, eyes fluttering shut as Leo licked into his mouth, eagerly chasing the coppery taste on Izumi’s tongue. A surprised noise weaseled its way out of his throat as Leo drew his tongue over Izumi’s teeth, but he didn't try to pull away as Leo got bolder and bolder.
Izumi blinked slowly as Leo pulled away to breathe, unable to keep up as he watched the other lick the blood smeared on his own lip. He caught Izumi's stare and gave him a cheeky smile. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Leo went right back to kissing him.
It should be gross, honestly. Izumi was not someone into messy make-outs like this. He hated feeling like a mess, he was always worried his teeth would wear holes through Leo’s lip, and he disliked the noises. His head remained blissfully blank, though, going along with Leo's pull without a single flicker of annoyance.
He was sure Leo probably would've just kissed him the rest of the night, but he seemed to sense that Izumi really was about to pass out. He pulled away, wiping a bit of drool from Izumi’s mouth before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Leo-kun…” Izumi yawned as Leo shifted, pulling Izumi down so he could lay on the bed. The blankets are soft, clean, and warm as Leo pulled them up to cover both of them. There was an odd look on Leo’s face, as if he tasted something a little bitter and was trying to get it out of his mouth.
“Hi.” He said, smiling a little weakly. Izumi hummed, snuggling deeper into the pillow.
With his last bit of consciousness, he gave an answer for that pitiful look on Leo’s face. He’ll have to remember to laugh at him later. “My spit is an anesthetic…” Izumi mumbled, passing out the moment the words left his mouth.
“Huh?!”