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works/6970591.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shiki_(Anime_&_Manga)
  Relationship:
      Tatsumi/Yuuki_Natsuno, Ozaki_Toshio/Yuuki_Natsuno, Mutou_Tooru/Natsuno
      Yuuki, Shimizu_Megumi/Yuuki_Natsuno, OMC/Yuuki_Natsuno, Kirishiki_Sunako/
      Tatsumi
  Character:
      Tatsumi_(Shiki), Yuuki_Natsuno, Kirishiki_Sunako, OMC, Kirishiki_Chizuru,
      Kirishiki_Seishirou, Kurahashi_Yoshie
  Series:
      Part 1 of More_Than_a_Jinrou
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-26 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4081
****** Dealing with the Hunger ******
by rhodrymavelyne
Summary
     This is part of a multi parter called 'More than a Jinrou', which I
     was inspired to write, after repeated requests for a continuation of
     'After the Explosion'. Yuuki Natsuno is tied up in Tatsumi's
     apartment, trying to escape, but he's hungry. He's finding himself
     particularly hungry for his former victim, Ozaki Toshio-sensei. His
     hunger is beginning to play tricks with his mind. How can Natsuno
     fight it and Tatsumi? Or can he use his new, unwanted bond with
     Tatsumi to try and fight his vampiric compulsion to seek out his
     desired victim?
Notes
     Yes, here's more. I hope it doesn't disappoint! :) I've got a lot
     less time, since I've started getting deadlines as an original author
     for projects, but I haven't forgotten your repeated requests for a
     continuation of what I began in 'After the Explosion'. This takes
     place in the same universe as 'Confession', 'I Need You', and
     'Hooked', as well. I'm not sure how much or how fast I'll be able to
     post, but it's right before FanimeCon. Years ago, I first saw a
     'Shiki' AMV, followed by some of the anime itself at a FanimeCon. I
     had to watch the rest. It seems appropriate to post the first part of
     this fan fiction right before the con. 'Shiki' doesn't belong to me,
     but sometimes my imagination belongs to 'Shiki'. :)=
     Also, thank you. It's because of the encouragement of all you
     wonderful readers at 'Archive of Our Own' that I worked up the
     courage to submit a story to Prizm Books in the first place. This is
     a present I offer up all of you in return. May it be worthy of your
     expectations.
Tatsumi still hadn’t released from Natsuno from his bonds. In a way, it was a
relief. Natsuno was getting hungry. The restraints kept him from giving into
temptation. They kept him from getting up, going out of this apartment, into
the night. They kept him from searching for a victim. One particular victim.
Ozaki-sensei was here, in this city. Natsuno could smell him, even through the
walls of the apartment. The memory of the doctor’s blood burned within his
mouth, leaving a faint aftertaste of tobacco, withered dreams, and fierce
disappointment.
From the first time he’d seen the doctor, kicking a post, Natsuno had been
unable to look away. The older man seemed the embodiment of the rage and
frustration, which coiled up, hissing within the boy trapped in a small
village. Only Ozaki-sensei’s pain was far worse. He’d loved that village. He’d
done everything in his power to save it. He’d ended up burning it to the
ground.
The sympathy, the sense of kinship was overpowered by the memory of the man’s
blood. Its smoky taste ran down his mouth, coating his tongue, filling up his
nostrils.
“That’s my boy,” Ozaki-sensei whispered from his memory. Only he didn’t offer
his wrist to Natsuno, as he’d offered it back in the village. He tilted his
head, exposing a tantalizing expanse of bare neck. It cried out for fangs. Even
the stubble glistening on his chin had an appetizing gleam. “You know I’m still
alive, don’t you?”
“Don’t,” Natsuno growled. He looked away from the doctor in his memory, even as
he stared down at his wrists. “You’re already in my power.” Blood trickled down
his arms, but the cuffs were weakening. All he had to do was squirm a little
more. They’d snap. “Do you want to be completely helpless? Ready to squirm in
anticipation of my bite, even though you’re too tired to squirm?”
As I was, when I lay in my bed, waiting for Tohru-chan. Completely unable to
resist. Begging him to come away with me, to leave the village. I never asked
him to stop. I never wanted him to. To this day, I don’t know if it was,
because of his bite, or because it was Tohru-chan. Only once did I offer him my
wrist, of my free will. He went straight for my neck, shoving me down, as if he
meant to ravage me. Not that I protested, or even wanted to protest.
“Go ahead,” Ozaki-sensei said. This little fevered little blood dream was
becoming too real. Ozaki-sensei was entirely too real. There was a predatory
gleam in his golden brown eyes, as if he was the vampire, not Natsuno. “I’m
waiting for you. I want this, as badly as you do.”
“No, you don’t,” Natsuno muttered, waking himself up from his daze. Awareness
of the chair and the restraints came back, full force. Yes, his bonds were
weakening, as they bit into his wrists. He welcomed the pain. Anything to
distract him from the thought of Ozaki-sensei’s blood. He pulled on his wrists,
pulled against the restraints, concentrating on the ripping sensation….
….as his wrists torn through the cuffs, as if they were paper. He was free. He
could escape. Flee from the apartment Tatsumi was keeping him in.
Natsuno reached down to work at the ties binding his ankles. Leaning forward
made him dizzy. He ignored the dizziness, as he started pulling at the cords
around his feet.
Tatsumi had left. He’d gone out to ‘get food for both of them’, before striding
out the door in an outfit Adam Lambert could only envy. Confident his
restraints were tight enough to keep Natsuno prisoner. The more fool him.
One of his legs was almost free. With desperate strength, Natsuno yanked his
foot loose, before his fingers started working on the ties binding the other
ankle. Once he was loose, he’d break down the door. Or crash through the
window. He’d get out of this apartment and…
…and what? What would he do, once he was alone in the city?
The taste of Ozaki-sensei flooded his mouth, sending dark laughter throughout
the back of his brain. As if there was any doubt what Yuuki Natsuno would do.
As if there was any doubt which victim he’d seek out.
“No,” Natsuno whispered, trying to deny the hunger knotting within his stomach,
crawling out of his throat at the very thought of Ozaki-sensei. At the thought
of sinking his fangs into the doctor, once more.
“I’ve got to think of something else,” Natsuno muttered to himself. What else
was there? The urge to escape wasn’t strong enough. It had mingled with the
desire to find Ozaki-sensei, to wrap his arms around the doctor, and allow his
mouth to find that artery in his neck, which he’d never sought out before.
Natsuno had tried so hard to be respectful, to only drink from his arm. He
hadn’t wanted to violate Ozaki-sensei the way Tohru-chan had violated him. He
hadn’t wanted to get that close to anyone ever again, or to let anyone else get
that close to him.
He was alone, as a result. There was no one, nothing to concentrate on. He
couldn’t, wouldn’t let himself think about Kaori and Akira. Not even for a
moment. They were safe from him. They were going to stay safe.
The idea of seeking out his father was ludicrous. Natsuno had already driven
the man mad, with his resurrection. Let him find some peace, free of his
rebellious, troublesome son. His mother had walked out on them, which was fine.
Natsuno was more than happy to let her go. No, he couldn’t turn to his parents
with this. They hadn’t been able to handle him, even when he’d been a grumpy,
sullen teenager. No way could they deal with a newborn jinrou.
Jinrou. The memory of Tatsumi’s lips, wet with stolen warmth exploded into his
mind, chasing away the taste of Ozaki-sensei. Still leaning over his chair,
Natsuno’s hands went limp, as he pulled away the last of the cords, freeing
himself. The memory of Tatsumi’s tongue, thrusting its way into his mouth, as
the blood flowed between them invaded his mind, paralyzing him in a way the
restraints could not.
“You’re mine, Natsuno,” Tatsumi said, after his mouth and lips had invaded
Natsuno’s. Claiming him completely.
“No,” Natsuno said, as he sat up. He rose from his chair, before he turned to
kick it. The poor chair couldn’t take another blow. It shattered, breaking into
jagged, wooden chunks, which fell to the flood.
The young jinrou stared at those chunks. A calculating part of his brain began
to work, even as the rest of his mind shuddered.
Tatsumi said I was his. He considered this, as he studied a long, sharp piece
of wood. Can I use my enemy to distract myself from my hunger?
No! The rebellious, angry part of Natsuno screamed its defiance. Not that
anyone had ever listened to its screams. I won’t let Tatsumi have me! Not ever!
Would you rather have Ozaki-sensei? You will, if you don’t figure out a way to
distract yourself from the urge to seek him out. You know he’s alive. You can
smell him. The vampires in the village probably smelled their victims, too, the
ones they fed on and fed on, until they died.
That was a small village. It was only too easy to find the same victims. I
refuse to be bound by some universal vampiric compulsion to suck someone dry I
fed on a few times in order to help him resist the shiki.
Exactly how are *you* going to resist? The scent of Ozaki-sensei is literally
pulling you towards the door!
Natsuno turned, jerkily, forcing himself away from the door, which should have
been further away. He’d already walked half way toward it. He willed his legs
to move back toward the bits of chair on the floor. The still air of the room
was as heavy as syrup. It was an effort to kneel, to pick up one of the
sturdier chunks of wood from the ground. It made a very good stake.
“I promised him,” Natsuno muttered out loud. “I promised all of the shiki would
be dead, including myself. I have to keep that promise.” He’d offer the stake
up to Ozaki-sensei himself. Give the doctor every chance to destroy him.
Just like Tohru-chan gave you every chance to destroy him? The coldblooded,
calculating part of Natsuno’s brain wouldn’t shut up. You could have staked
Tohru-chan. He cowered away from the stake, when you threatened him with it,
but he didn’t try to stop you. Only you didn’t go through with it, did you?
“Shut up,” Natsuno told that part of his brain. “It was different. I…it was
Tohru-chan. The doctor doesn’t have the same attachment to me, which I had to
Tohru-chan.”
Are you sure about that? Are you willing to gamble Ozaki-sensei’s life on that?
The inner voice jeered in a way, which was starting to remind Natsuno of Masao.
You’re cold, aren’t you?
Natsuno growled, as his hand tightened around the stake. It dug into the sides
of his hands, as his feet started moving. Towards the door, leading outside.
The door chose that moment to open.
“Honey, I’m home!” Tatsumi sang out, with ridiculous cheer. He stopped, took in
Natsuno standing there, with a stake in his hand, the pieces of broken chair
behind him.
“Once more, I underestimated you, Natsuno-kun,” Tatsumi said. His eyebrows came
together, as he dropped the bag he was carrying on the floor. “We’re really
going to need to buy, or steal some sturdier furniture.”
“I made him a promise,” Natsuno growled. The other jinrou had fed. His cheeks
were flushed. The color trailed down his bare neck, infusing the exposed chest
visible through his outfit. The urge to run his fingers down that chest was
strong. It distracted him from the memory of blood in his mouth. “Every single
shiki would die, including me.”
“Only you’re not a shiki, Natsuno-kun,” Tatsumi said. His voice had gotten
huskier. “I’m not even sure if you’re even a jinrou, like me.” His blue eyes
were darkening with stolen blood.
“Come,” Natsuno said. The husky challenge in his own voice took him by
surprise. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than taking down this damned
vampire and keeping his promise. Certainly not the sight of his bare chest!
Tatsumi let out a low growl and tackled him. Natsuno let himself be tackled. He
meant to bring the hand with the stake down on Tatsumi’s back. Instead his bare
hand ripped Tatsumi’s shirt. It tore, so easily.
Before Natsuno knew what was happening, Tatsumi was tearing at his clothes,
just as Natsuno was tearing at his. Natsuno’s fangs popped out, responding to
his own arousal. He struck at the other jinrou’s neck, seeking his teeth into
it.
Tatsumi let out an angry, purring sound, but he didn’t try to shake Natsuno
off. He pulled the younger jinrou closer to him, as intimate parts of him rose
in hard happiness at their closeness. Their clothes were shreds, exposing their
nakedness. Offering up their bodies to each other.
Arousal, anger, determination to live; all the emotions which coursed through
Tatsumi exploded onto Natsuno’s tongue. He felt them, shared them, even as
Tatsumi began to thrust into him. His hands clawed at the jinrou’s back. It was
such a broad back. Broader than Tohru-chan’s. Certainly broader than Ozaki-
sensei’s. It took him back to his very first time, before he ever left the
city.
Don’t think about that. Don’t think about him. Only Tatsumi was rearing over
him, fangs exposed.
“Two can play at this game, Natsuno-kun,” Tatsumi growled, as he lunged at
Natsuno’s neck, even as he thrust into him.
Natsuno might have screamed, if his mouth hadn’t been filled with blood.
Tatsumi drank, even as Natsuno drank. Images of Natsuno’s life were being
snatched from him, even as images filled his head.
A young girl with pale skin and dark hair filled those images. Dressed in a
steampunk fashion that Shimizu would have envied.
“This village is perfect!” she cried, as she pirouetted in front of a window. A
view of the place Natsuno had tried so hard to escape surrounded him.
Tatsumi didn’t like it, any more than Natsuno had. It was in the middle of
nowhere. No, there was no escape for the villagers, but there was no escape for
Sunako, either, if she had to run.
“Are you sure about this, Sunako?” he asked. Those dim lights below in the
darkness made him uneasy. He didn’t like small towns. He didn’t like the way
everyone knew everyone else’s business. He didn’t like how they looked at you
strangely, if you dressed a little different than everyone else. If you had any
secrets, this was a place where they’d be ferreted out.
“It’s a village surrounded by death,” Sunako said in a dreamy, distant voice.
Once more, she was going somewhere far away, somewhere she could only visit in
her mind. No matter how Tatsumi might try, he couldn’t follow her. “Besides
Muroi-sensei is here. I’ve always wanted to meet him.”
“Good thing he’s a fairly obscure celebrity,” Tatsumi muttered. Yoshie,
Chizuru, and Seishirou were all giving him critical looks. They wanted to
please Sunako. Besides, they were excited about the prospect of a shiki
village. “Otherwise, we might attract even more attention than we’re going to.”
“Tatsumi, don’t be such a sourpuss!” Yoshie exclaimed, giving Tatsumi a sharp
nudge. “All you’re doing is dwelling on the danger, instead of seeing the
potential.”
“Dwelling on the danger is my job,” Tatsumi said, but he flashed his brightest
smile at the rest of the Kirishiki household. He didn’t want to dampen
everyone’s spirits, but he’d have to keep a careful watch on this village. Keep
any peril it might pose to Sunako at a distance.
*This is why you went after Ozaki-sensei and myself*. There was no hiding
Natsuno’s thoughts from Tatsumi, not now. Not with the blood flowing between
them, as his body arched. The other jinrou filled him, in every sense.
Part of him was screaming in protest, even as that part drowned. Awareness of
their bodies grinding at each other, even as their memories intersected.
Fangs withdrew from his neck. Natsuno swallowed, even Tatsumi’s body spasmed
within him.
“Is it that surprising?” Tatsumi asked. Unguarded tenderness was in his eyes,
as he looked down at Natsuno. “We’re not that different, Natsuno-kun. I
suspected as much, but now I know.”
Natsuno was acutely aware of how naked, sticky, and vulnerable he was, as
Tatsumi withdrew his body from his. It brought back memories of lying on the
floor, like this. His very first time.
“Don’t tell anyone, Natsuno-kun,” he’d said. His face had been as kind as
Tohru-chan’s, but his eyes had the dangerous hardness of Ozaki-sensei, or
Tatsumi’s own. They gleamed with a silent warning not to cross him. “I’m a
married man, as well as a teacher. As for you, well, things could go badly, if
someone found out, couldn’t they?”
Natsuno shut his eyes, trying to shut out that memory. It wasn’t as if he’d
been unwilling, but something turned cold in him at his sensei’s words. His
beloved teacher, who’d always done his best to encourage Natsuno, even when his
parents had not.
“I saw that human, Natsuno-kun,” Tatsumi said. His voice was as cold as the
professor’s had been. “What he did was a crime, as much as anything a shiki
does.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Natsuno growled, trying to pull his shattered composure. Why
did they have to discuss him? His teacher, whom he’d left behind in the city.
Natsuno had tried so hard to keep that little affair a secret. Not hard enough.
“I kissed him, first.”
“After he grabbed your wrist and backed you into a corner,” Tatsumi said. His
eyebrow raised. “I know all about excuses for attacking someone, Natsuno-kun.
I’ve heard quite a few, myself.”
“I let him attack me,” Natsuno admitted. Just as he’d let Tohru-chan attack
him. He’d tried so hard not to get close to anyone in the village, so it
wouldn’t happen again. Touching someone was dangerous. All he’d done was think
his teacher’s smile was attractive, that his voice was compelling. Their
fingers had touched, when he was handing in a paper. A spark had entered
Sensei’s eyes, as he looked up at Natsuno’s face. A hungry spark.
“What have you done to me, Natsuno-kun?” his teacher had growled, as he blocked
Natsuno’s way out. The nearness of his body made Natsuno aware of it, like he’d
never been. “Every since you touched me, I can think of nothing, but you!”
“Sensei,” Natsuno breathed, as he leaned forward. His lips gently, shyly
caressed his teacher’s. A moment later, his own mouth and neck were being
ravaged, as his school uniform was ripped open.
“What happened to you?” his father had demanded. His eyes had been wide with
fury.
“Nothing,” Natsuno had said, knowing his father wouldn’t believe him. There
were reddish marks all over his neck, plus his uniform was torn. “I fell.”
His father had raised a hand, as if he meant to slap him. “This is the problem
with the big city,” he said, in a conversational tone. “Danger is everywhere.
Children grow up too fast.”
“Father,” Natsuno had said, more frightened by this conversational tone than
he’d been by his anger.
“We have to move away from here,” his father had said, nodding. “Go somewhere
quiet. Somewhere safe.”
“Father, no!” Natsuno had cried. “I’m perfectly safe in the city, as safe as
I’d be anywhere else.” Swallowing his nervousness, he said. “Nothing happened
to me, which I didn’t want.”
“You’re a child. You have no idea what you want!” his father had snapped. “You
don’t know anything!”
“I know that I’m happy here!” Natsuno had retorted. “I don’t want to leave!”
“You don’t know what you want!” his father had roared. “I’m your father! I know
what’s best for you! We’re leaving!”
His father had taken him away, to his so-called safe village. Natsuno had tried
so hard to keep his distance from everyone. He remembered only too well how his
teacher had reacted, before he left.
“It’s good that you’re going to a small village,” Sensei had said. He wouldn’t
meet Natsuno in the eye. “People can keep an eye on you there.”
“What do you mean?” Natsuno asked, uneasily.
“You’re dangerous, Natsuno-kun. All you had to do was touch me and you turned
me into a ravening beast.” His teacher had turned to look at him with severe
eyes. “I’m a married man. You shouldn’t play with people’s emotions like that.”
“I wasn’t playing with your emotions!” Natsuno had said hotly. “I meant it,
when I kissed you!”
“Well, I didn’t,” his teacher said. Severely. “You’re a very pretty boy,
Natsuno-kun. Perhaps I’ve been reading too much Plato lately, or not enough. I
shouldn’t have let you get to me, like you did. Hopefully, your next victim
will be more careful.”
She hadn’t been. His next victim had been Shimizu. She’d been handing him a
book. Her fingers had brushed against his. Natsuno had jerked his hand away, as
quickly as possible. He’d avoided looking at her, even speaking to her. She’d
still ended up lurking around his bedroom window, even after her death.
“Interesting,” Tatsumi said. He was still leaning over Natsuno, eyeing him, as
if he were contemplating devouring him. “First, this closet case pervert of a
teacher, followed by Megumi-kun, followed by Tohru-chan? Perhaps even Ozaki-
sensei is among your conquests?”
“You’ve had a big taste of me,” Natsuno said, managing to make his voice
steady. “Are you all that impressed?”
“You have no idea.” Tatsumi’s tongue darted out of his mouth. It moistened his
lips. Before Natsuno could protest, Tatsumi moved down. His head positioned
itself over Natsuno’s groin. His tongue descended.
It was some time, before Natsuno could do anything else, other than try not to
moan and writhe, beneath the other jinrou’s ministrations. Tatsumi wasn’t new
at this, either.
*********
“You destroyed one of my best outfits,” Tatsumi complained, afterwards. He
cuddled up next to Natsuno, afterwards, as if their hearts were as intimate as
their bodies. “Fortunately, I think your welcome home more than paid for it!”
Natsuno lay stiff against him. His cheek was lying against the other jinrou’s
chest. He made no effort to cuddle back, but neither did he move away.
“You’re an Adam Lambert fan, aren’t you?” Natsuno asked. He tried to make his
voice as dispassionate and dry as possible. “That’s the second outfit you’ve
worn, which makes you look like his cosplayer.”
Tatsumi smiled, as he looked straight into Natsuno’s eyes. One of his hands
started stroking the younger jinrou’s side, as he hummed, “I’m Here for Your
Entertainment’ in a husky voice.
A hint of something which might have been a smile crossed Natsuno’s face. The
tiny folds at the corners of his eyes spasmed, as if the expression hurt him.
“Don’t pretend to be something you’re not,” he said. The boy’s words lacked
their usual coldness. He closed his eyes. “Don’t pretend we’re something we’re
not.”
“Don’t give you any illusions I’ll shatter?” Tatsumi asked. “Like your teacher
did?”
Natsuno’s entire body stiffened. Any trace of a smile disappeared from his
lips. “I know better than to create them.”
Tatsumi’s hand shot up to seize Natsuno’s chin. The younger jinrou was
surprised into looking straight in the elder’s eyes.
“I may not love you. I’m not going to pretend I do,” Tatsumi said. His grip on
that small, delicate chin tightened. “I may very well kill you myself,
eventually.” The skin beneath his fingers was so soft. No trace of a beard
clung to Yuuki Natsuno’s chin. No beard ever would. “I do want you. I’ll never
deny the fact that I want you, ever.”
For a moment, a trace of what might have been vulnerability gleamed in
Natsuno’s eye, before he shut it.
“No promises,” he whispered. “Make them and I’ll feel obliged to do the same.”
A shudder ran through the boy’s slender frame. “I’m not very good at keeping
them.”
Tatsumi released Natsuno’s chin. He knew the boy was thinking of Ozaki-sensei.
“Who needs promises, when there’s blood between us?” He meant to say the words
lightly. Instead, they came out far more tender than he’d intended. “The taste
of blood binds two enemies together more tightly than anything, except vampire
and victim.”
“Vampire and victim,” Natsuno said. He opened his eyes, stared at Tatsumi.
“Who’s truly the vampire and who’s the victim? Especially when a vampire feels
as enslaved as his victim does?”
“It’s a very good question,” Tatsumi answered. One of his hands reached out to
push a lock of hair from Natsuno’s forehead. “However, you can answer that as
well as I.”
“No,” Natsuno said. He shut his eyes again.
“No, you can’t answer that?” Tatsumi asked. His voice was still gentle. “Or are
you lying about what you truly want?”
Natsuno swallowed. He tried to still himself, but the taste of Ozaki-sensei was
filling his mouth with the memory of its smoky, anguished, yet courageous
flavor.
“Vampires have tried to drink from a variety of victims, but they always need
to go back to the ones they’ve bitten,” Tatsumi said. His hand was still on
Natsuno’s cheek. “What you’re feeling is perfectly natural for us.”
“It won’t end, until he’s dead,” Natsuno whispered. “If I give in, if I go to
him, I’ll keeping going, until I kill him.”
“Yes, you will,” Tatsumi agreed. He withdrew his hand. His bushy eyebrows came
together in a frown. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I refuse to give in to this,” Natsuno said. The words came out as a hiss. He
drew away from the older jinrou. “I’m stronger.”
“No, you’re not,” Tatsumi said, with a weary sigh. He reached out for Natsuno.
“However, you can pretend you are. I’ll humor you for now, if you’d like.”
Natsuno let himself be embraced. Swallowed by the bigger man’s arms, he climbed
into them, as if he willing to be comforted by them. This surprised him, until
he felt the younger jinrou’s sharp teeth, digging at his skin.
“Minx,” he said mildly, but he let Natsuno bite.
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