Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/4283373. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End Relationship: Hyakuya_Mikaela/Hyakuya_Yuuichirou Character: Hyakuya_Mikaela, Hyakuya_Yuuichirou Additional Tags: Eventual_Smut, Age_Difference, bottom!Mika, Angst, Alternate_Universe, Stockholm_Syndrome, Emotional_Manipulation, Submission, idk_i_just_wanted to_write_yuumika_for_a_change, dark_themes_ahead_btw, like_emotionally fucked_up Stats: Published: 2015-07-09 Words: 7893 ****** Forty-Two Days ****** by seredemia Summary Yuuichirou Amane is a vampire hunter—one of the best there is. He swears that he will destroy every single bloodsucker out there, showing no remorse, no mercy, and definitely no guilt when it comes to killing those monsters. That is, until he meets Mikaela Shindou. Vampire. And a very, very beautiful one at that. Notes See the end of the work for notes There's something oddly enchanting about the night sky. Pitch black closes in on Yuuichirou Amane, and for one second—one short, naïve second—he lets himself think that everything is as peaceful as this empty mass of darkness in front of him. He smirks. Peace. Peace is as unattainable as the damn sky. The vampires made sure of that. Who wants peace anyway? To accept peace would be to forgive those bloodsuckers, to willingly let them walk upon their earth, walk all over their lives. To accept peace would be to let his family die in vain. He remembers it now, that same scene playing amidst the empty black sky; Hyakuya Orphanage littered with blood and dead children, Yuu crying in the corner, wondering why the vampires didn't kill him too. Did they not see him? Was it some kind of sick joke? As the years passed, he's long since stopped wondering. He's alive, that's all that matters. And he's dedicated his life to hunting those bloodsuckers down and destroying each and every one of them. It's been ten years since his family was killed and even now at the age of twenty-two, the hatred Yuu feels for these vampires is still as fresh as ever. It'll never change. Never. Sighing, he tears his eyes away from the sky and scans his surroundings. Everything's silent, empty. An uneventful patrol, as usual. At any given time, that should be good, but it's been a while since Yuu's managed to hunt down those monsters and had some fun of his own. He's almost tempted to say that he misses the company. Nothing better than a vampire's ashes to soothe one's loneliness after all. “Yuu-san!” Yuu turns around, faced with the sight of Shinoa waving at him from the distance. “We're heading back. It's almost morning,” she says, beckoning him over. The slight breeze plays with her hair, purple locks swaying against the darkness. Every night, she's the first to leave. And every night, he's the last. “I'll stay here,” Yuu says, as always. He doesn't bother to watch her leave because he knows she'll linger for a few minutes and wait for him to change his mind—he never does. He knows she worries that he's taking this vampire hunting thing a bit too seriously and that his head is filled with revengerevengerevenge. Well, she's right. His head is filled with revenge. And he's not leaving until he can at least satisfy that for tonight. He leaves his post. Shinoa's right to head back; nothing ever happens around these parts nowadays. The city's quiet and desolate even at night, almost as if there are no vampires at all. Yuu knows better. He knows they're biding their time, waiting for that opportunity to strike. His steps are the only sounds accompanying him as he strolls through the empty city. Hollow footfalls beating in tune to the wailing of the cold breeze, scattering dry leaves into Yuu's path. He walks over them, listens to the sharp crunch that pierces the silence with each step. It's a nice sound; that feeling of disturbing the peace in this moment, as if to alert the vampires that he's here, he's waiting, and he sure as hell isn't going to leave until he stabs one of them tonight. He's not sure how he ends up in an alleyway or how long it actually took him to get there. There's nothing that calls to him, tells him that there's a vampire nearby—yet Yuu stays, staring into the darkness that coats his path. He feels an instinct to walk into it, a compulsion he can't resist no matter how much his common sense tells him that willingly going into alleyways in the dead of night is just asking for trouble. Or maybe, that's what he really wants. Trouble. Why the fuck not? Sword gripped tightly in hand, Yuu walks forward, holding his breath. It's silent. Dead. Dark. A dim lamppost flickers in the distance, showing him nothing but shadows and cracked brick walls. His heart betrays him by pounding a slow, rising pulse that he's sure will give him away. And part of him wants that. It's been months since he's been able to fight a vampire. He needs this. Just like that, his ears pick up a sound. Breathing—no, panting. There. In the far right. Yuu gets ready to unsheathe his sword. The nearby lamppost continues to flicker, on and off, on and off, until Yuu gets sick of being careful and rushes forward. He stops straight away. He stops because there's actually someone here. Huddled in the corner is a figure almost hidden by the darkness. A young boy, by the looks of it. The first thing Yuu notices is the blood. There's so much blood. Crimson puddles under the boy, dripping from the open wound in his gut. Still fresh. Recent. Vampire attack? Yuu looks around him, listening for any signs of those filthy bloodsuckers. Nothing but the breeze greets his ears. And anyway, if there are vampires, then why haven't they drained this kid already? It's unlike a vampire to leave its prey bleeding to death without draining it first. Slowly, Yuu kneels down. Up this close, he sees that the boy has curly blond hair and that he's not as young as Yuu first thought; perhaps mid teens? Fifteen? Sixteen? He's still panting, his breaths slowing down with each second that passes. Fuck. There's no way anyone can survive a wound like that. His stomach's practically torn open. Yet, he's still alive. Yuu can see him trembling, his slender fingers clutching at the gushing wound now covering both of them in blood. There's not much Yuu can do to save this young man's life but the thought of leaving him to die in this dirty alleyway doesn't sit well in his conscience. There's only one thing he can do. It's not much, but it should be enough. Gently, Yuu wraps his arms around the blond and gathers him into his chest. He's light, soft, and Yuu instinctively tightens his embrace, breathes in the light scent of rain and spring coming from this poor boy. If he can find a safe place for him to at least have a peaceful end... Yuu looks down at the frail figure huddled into him. His blood runs cold. The young man is staring back. With slitted eyes. Vampire eyes. He pushes it away. The vampire grunts, back slamming against the brick wall. A pained gasp escapes its lips when it lands back onto the floor; a sound that would have made Yuu feel guilty if it weren't for the fact that that's a vampire—a fucking vampire of all things. His hand reaches for his sword. The vampire looks up at him. Eyes bluer than the sky itself freeze Yuu on the spot, making him forget just for a split moment that in front of him is a monster. Because this vampire looks nothing like a monster at all. Golden curls frames its face, almost like some sick halo mocking angels for its existence. Its eyes are the bluest things Yuu has ever seen; he can't stop looking at them, can't stop wondering if it's a crime to compliment their colour because he's sure that this is some trick to captivate him. Blood sullies its white clothes, destroys the purity that could have disguised it even more, reminds Yuu that this is a vampire, this is a vampire. It parts its lips, breathes in, breathes out. Yuu's hand loosens around his sword. He's beautiful, he thinks. Then the vampire lunges forward and bares its fangs. Time slows. In front of him is a monster with the intent to kill and all Yuu can see is the way its blond hair sways in the wind, how deadly its eyes are when filled with blood-lust. Time slows, picks up again, and rushes forward when the vampire's fingers brush against Yuu's neck. Yuu drives his sword deep into the vampire's gut. It gasps, eyes widening, fixing on him as Yuu twists the blade even deeper. He can activate the curse. He can kill this thing right here and now. He can. But he doesn't. Instead, Yuu watches as confusion fills the vampire's eyes. It whimpers when ashes scatter from its wound, telling Yuu that this bloodsucker is too tired to heal its wounds. Good. He doesn't tear his gaze away from it. The vampire's breaths slow down as his eyes eventually roll back, limply falling against Yuu's body with one final moan. Yuu waits a whole minute until he moves, enough to make sure that this vampire is out cold and not pretending. He knows that if a vampire is injured enough then its wounds won't heal until a few more hours. That's enough time for him. Carefully, Yuu slides his sword out of the bloodsucker's stomach and looks down at the unconscious boy in his arms. Not boy,Yuu reminds himself. Monster. Bloodsucker. Vampire. He digs his fingers into the vampire's shoulders and watches the red marks spread onto its milky skin. Yuu narrows his eyes. He should kill this vampire. He really should. No. I can make use of it. I can't pass up this opportunity to find out a vampire's weakness. It's a reasonable thought, so typical for a vampire hunter, so typical for the revenge that lusts inside him—but deep inside Yuu, he knows that this isn't the main reason why he's deciding to keep it. He just can't bring himself to admit what that real reason is. Gritting his teeth, Yuu tears his eyes away from its face and lifts it up. It's light in his arms—almost weightless. Yuu tries his best to ignore the way his heart pounds faster as he carries the unconscious vampire back to his home.   ===============================================================================   When Mika wakes up, he wakes up to pain and thirst. More so than usual. Every limb in his body feels like it's burning too hot for him to even process where in the world he is. He struggles to sit up, clawing at the cement ground—wait, what? Cement? Mika strains his eyes, his surroundings blurring into view. It's pitch black, but his vampire sight shows him what he can't see as a human. Cement walls. Boxes littered everywhere. Empty shelves filled with nothing but a thick layer of dust. Is this... a basement? How did he get here? Mika forces himself to stand up. Pain stabs into his gut and he looks down to see that his injury has barely healed at all. He's not sure whether to be grateful or be worried. He vaguely remembers what happened. Vaguely. Hasty images of him getting separated from Lacus and René play back into his mind, followed by that human squad who had managed to ambush him at such an unfortunate time. Normally, Mika would have been able to fight them off with no problems whatsoever, but days without blood have left him weak and slow. He lost both the battle and his dignity. Damned humans. He reminds himself that he was lucky to escape them before they dealt the killing blow. If you can even call this situation lucky at all. Knowing his luck, he's probably landed himself into a worse position now. Still shaking, Mika takes a step forward. He has to leave this place before the person responsible for putting him here notices. He needs blood. On the far right, he sees the door and wastes no more time in heading for it— Or he would have if he didn't slam straight into a wall. Mika stumbles, falling back onto the ground. He looks up, convinced that there wasn't a wall in front of him to begin with. His eyes widen. He's right. There's no wall at all. Then... huh? He brings a hand forward, clawing at thin air. As he dreaded, it meets a hard surface that's invisible to his eye. Invisible, yes, but definitely there, definitely stopping him from leaving this damn basement. A barrier? His breath catches in his throat. If there's a barrier here then that can only mean one thing; this place had a ward in it. Only one group possessed such wards. Vampire hunters. Fuck! Mika rushes to stand up, ignores the way his head spins at the sudden movement, and desperately tries to search for another way out. The basement is small and smells strongly of metal, almost like copper—bloodbloodblood, he needs blood. Mika licks his dry lips. And swallows. No matter where he walks, he's met by the barrier until he's tempted to slam a fist at it in anger. How the fuck can he leave? How did he let himself get into this mess? He's still racking his brain for some miraculous answer when he hears the door opening. Light engulfs the room before Mika has time to look at who entered. He blinks, adjusting to the sudden brightness, and sees the looming figure of a tall man approaching him. When Mika's sight finally adjusts, he's face to face with the loveliest pair of green eyes he's ever seen before in his entire life. He takes in the human in front of him. Tall, lean muscled, and scowling in his way. His jet-black hair is tousled in all sorts of directions, contrasting well with his fair skin and bright eyes. Mika's never given any thought to how humans look like—they were all the same anyway; weak, small, and frail. Only good for blood. But this human. This human looked... good. Mika clenches his fists, his gaze slowly trailing down the human's neck. His heartbeat calls out to him. Thumpthumpthumplike the ticking of a clock, reminding Mika that he hasn't fed in days and here is a human, lovely and free for the taking. If only he wasn't standing on the other side of that barrier. He bites his bottom lip, digs his fangs in so that blood explodes into his mouth. It's not the same, doesn't even taste of anything let alone curb his thirst. Mika breathes harder. The vampire swears that he can see the human smirking at him. He watches the human with held breath as he reaches into his pocket and brings out a blood-bag. As soon as it comes into view, Mika feels every nerve of his body stand, his mouth watering at the mere sight of the crimson liquid swimming in that human's hand. He gulps again and again, unaware that he's filled the basement with sounds of his panting breaths. This time, he clearly sees the human smirking. Mika hates him. Mika hates him so much. He wants to lunge past this barrier and tear open the human's neck, bury his fangs into him, watch the life drain out of those green eyes— “Catch,” the human says, throwing the blood-bag forward. He moves before it even passes the barrier. Mika stumbles onto the ground, ripping the bag open with his fangs and shuddering once he feels the blood washing down his throat. Heat immediately envelops him, drowns Mika in ecstasy and makes him forget that there's a human watching. He squeezes at the blood- bag as if it's his last meal, desperately draining it of its contents in less than a minute. It's not enough, it's never enough. Mika wants more—he wants to drain that human in front of him—especially that human in front of him. Blood drips down his chin and he quickly wipes it, licks the back of his hand like a starved animal. “Pathetic,” he hears the human muttering. His green eyes narrow at Mika, filled with disgust and raw anger. Mika shivers. The human turns around and leaves the basement without another word, switches off the lights so that Mika's once again blanketed in darkness. Mika doesn't know how long he stays there, staring at the door and listening to the human's distant footfalls until it finally fades away.   ===============================================================================   Day One   Yuu wakes up and the first thought he gets is Fuck, I've got a vampire in my basement. Well, shit. As soon as he's gotten dressed properly, he practically runs to the basement, sighing in relief when he sees that the barrier is still up and the vampire is sleeping on the floor. He actually winces. It can't be comfortable sleeping on cement, but then he reminds himself that no matter how pretty the damn vampire looks, fact is that it's still a filthy bloodsucker. That was clearly demonstrated yesterday. Yuu doesn't think he's ever seen a vampire destroy a blood-bag so quickly, let alone drink it all up in less than a minute. He can't let his guard down. He won't. Yuu nears the vampire, his steps deliberately loud. As expected, it stirs, groaning as consciousness soon takes it. Blue eyes blink open, fluttering around the room until they fall on Yuu who casually drags a chair in front of the barrier and sits on it as if this is the most normal thing in the world. “What's your name?” It talks. Yuu raises his eyebrows, not expecting the vampire to bother speaking to him at all, let alone ask for his name. He considers not telling it, debating whether this thing can use his own name against him. Then again, the vampire's stuck behind an impenetrable barrier. There's no way it's getting out of here. “Yuuichirou Amane,” he says after a while. The vampire smiles. It should be impossible for a smile to look so innocent. “Yuu-chan, then?” it asks, still smiling. “I'm Mikaela Shindou. But you can call me Mika.” “Don't call me that, vampire,” Yuu hisses. The vampire's still smiling. It's only now that Yuu realises that it's smiling because it wants to mock him. There's no pleasantries in that smile; just an irritating bloodsucker trying to get on his nerves. “Why am I here?” it asks, its lips finally releasing that smile. With just one question, the blond's face morphs into something colder, something that makes it look older than the teenage body it's stuck in. Yuu goes through the answers in his head. Because I want to see you suffer. Because you're a vampire. Because I want to know your weaknesses. Because I'm a vampire-hunter. Because I want to see how long it takes until your starvation drives you mad. Because I want to drive you mad. Because I didn't want to let you go. He doesn't say any of them. Even he's not sure which one is the right answer. “You'll see,” is the only thing Yuu can say. “You'll see.”   ===============================================================================   Day Five   Mika wakes up to the sound of human voices. Voices. Plural. Meaning that Yuu- chan has a guest over and they're both nearing the basement. Hmm, that's a first. It's been five days of being stuck behind this goddamn barrier and the only company Mika's had so far is Yuu-chan's scowl. And no blood. No blood for five days. Tolerable so far, but Mika's starting to feel himself craving more and more. He won't give Yuu-chan the satisfaction of seeing him go mad from starvation. He refuses to let the human play with him like this. He's just not sure how to stop it from happening. The door opens and Mika braces himself for the flash of brightness as Yuu turns on the lights. He blinks everything into focus, staring at the two men now standing in front of him. Yuu-chan. And some other man. Older. Taller. Purple eyes. Dark hair that Mika can't pinpoint whether it's navy or black. Not that it matters. What matters is that both of them are looking down at him as if he's dirt. Mika averts his eyes away. “I'm impressed, Yuu,” the older man says, patting Yuu-chan on the back. Yuu-chan brushes it off, that typical scowl already flashing on his face. “How long has it been?” the man asks, returning his gaze on Mika. He tries to ignore the burning sensation that they're watching his every move. Mika refuses to give them that satisfaction. No human will control him—not those filthy, weak humans. “Only five days. Give it a few more time,” Yuu answers. He has a smile on his face now, but it shows no warmth. It's cold. Mika shivers. He doesn't even want to guess what they're talking about.   ===============================================================================   Day Seven   One week and the vampire's already starting to show signs of starvation. Yuu sits in front of it, watches the way its fingers fidget, the way it gulps again and again and stares at his neck for a second too long. It's amusing to watch, almost endearing if he's going to admit. Nice to see a vampire being so weak for once. The vampire's not one to back down though. It talks. Too much. Yuu's unsure whether it's actually like this normally or if it's just doing it to piss him off. Probably the latter. “Yuu-chan, how old are you?” There's that Yuu-chan again. Yuu-chan this, Yuu-chan that. He's long since stopped telling the vampire off for it. It doesn't matter. He won't let some childish game get under his skin. “Twenty-two,” he answers. It nods slowly, eyebrows raised. Yuu roams his gaze over it for what seems like the hundredth time this week, a question hanging off his tongue. He lets it go. “How about you? How old are you?” Surprise catches its face for a moment. This is the first time Yuu's bothered to ask it a question back, the first time he's directed a conversation rather than it being the other way around. The vampire smiles. “Older than I look.” Yuu looks away, already regretting his question. “I thought as much.”   ===============================================================================   Day Thirteen   The darkness is starting to grate on Mika's nerves. He knows he has heightened senses, but being stuck in complete darkness for the majority of his days is beginning to drive him mad. He can't believe he's actually starting to miss sunlight, the feeling of warmth on his skin rather than the hollow cold of this basement. Mika's convinced the barrier is playing with his senses anyway. He can no longer tell day apart from night nor pinpoint how long he's been stuck here exactly. Days? Weeks? Forever? The blood-lust is telling him it's been forever since he last fed. And forever since Yuu-chan last visited him. It shouldn't bother him—doesn't bother him. The loneliness does though.   ===============================================================================   Day Fifteen   When Yuu walks into the basement, he's greeted by the sound of the vampire panting. He pauses for a moment, staring at it clawing at the ground, breathing hard and gulping every second or so. Sweat beads downs its forehead, its fangs in clear view as it continues to shudder and spasm with each breath it takes. Only fifteen days and the hunger's already starting to sink in. Yuu's a bit surprised. He thought it would last longer than that. The vampire's head snaps up when it hears Yuu approaching. Red flushes on its cheeks, its lips sore and bloodied—possibly from biting them. Yuu sees the faint trails of blood zig-zagging down its neck and his mind betrays him by thinking that the vampire looks... good. It looks good when it's on its knees, gasping and gazing up at him with tired eyes. Yuu swallows. The air suddenly feels thin. “Did you miss me?” he says, masking his voice with a smirk. For once, the vampire doesn't say anything. Instead, it answers with a scowl. Fire burns in its blue eyes, bright and unexpected that Yuu misses a beat in his step. He stops in front of the barrier, feels the magic thrumming just a hair away, humming a safety that soothes his mind especially when the vampire drags itself in front of him. They stare at each other; blue meets green, the seconds toll, the silence stretches, and Yuu admits that Mika's slitted eyes are captivating. Animalistic, but captivating nonetheless. Not Mika. The vampire. Vampire. “Hungry?” he asks. It's easier to mock it rather than look at those blue eyes. No answer. It continues to stare. Yuu frowns. Is there something— Mika snarls and grabs onto his arm. Everything's a blur, too fast, too rushed for Yuu to scream at himself for leaning in too close—he forgot about the fucking barrier because of Mika's eyes— Hands squeeze around his neck. “If you kill me, you're never getting out of this barrier,” Yuu tells him. His voice surprises himself. He's calm despite the vampire's obvious lust for his death. Mika's fingers tremble against his neck. He's stopped. That's good enough. “Kill me and you'll never get out of here,” he warns again. A barrage of emotions flicker through Mika's eyes; reluctance, anger, despair, and finally, finally,his fingers loosen around Yuu's neck in submission. Yuu smiles. He steadies himself, his knee brushing Mika's inner thigh. The vampire's reaction is instant, he whimpers and the sound echoes louder into Yuu's brain now that he's this close. None of them move. He should move. He should stand up and leave. He should shut the door, lock it, leave the vampire to rot here for all he fucking cares. But Yuu stays. He nudges his knee closer, listens to the way Mika whines when it brushes against his crotch. The vampire licks his lips and grabs onto Yuu's shoulder, trembling. Yuu's heart pounds loud enough to drown the room. He's leaning closer. He doesn't know why the fuck he's leaning closer or why he's rubbing his knee against Mika, revelling at the way the vampire moans at his touch, the way his head now rests on Yuu's shoulder. He doesn't know why he pushes Mika down onto the ground, too hard, too fast so that the vampire winces when the back of his head connects with cement. He doesn't know why he continues to grind his knee against his crotch, harder because that's what makes Mika throw his head back and moan. Yuu stares down at him. Blue eyes plead at him to continue, smooth lips parted, tempting him to lean in and close the distance between them. Between those lips are his fangs. And it all comes crashing back down onto him. Vampire. Not Mika. Not him. It. Yuu tears away from the vampire, all but throwing himself out of the barrier and backing away as fast as his legs can take him. He hears Mika—the bloodsucker—mutter his name. Yuu-chan, wait—Yuu spins around, rips the door open and slams it loud enough to drown out the memories of Mika—the vampire—moaning under him. He leans his head against the door, breathes in, breathes out. Closes his eyes. The vampire's face is all he sees behind those eyelids.    ===============================================================================   Day Twenty   He needs blood. Needs it. Now. Blood. Mika can't stay still. The walls around him feel like they're trembling if he remains still for more than five seconds. He's continuously pacing, scratching at his arms and biting into his lips. He needs blood. He hasn't fed in weeks. Too long. Too much. He's never gone this long without blood—doesn't think any vampire has ever gone this long without it. The thirst claws at his mind, rips apart at his sanity, rips apart at his gut, that burning feeling telling him that he needs blood, craves it, needs it now. He sucks in large gulps of air. The silence is loud. Mika looks up. Stares at the dingy ceiling above him. Wonders if Yuu-chan is there, where is Yuu-chan—is he coming back—is he going to give him blood— Is he going to make him feel good again? The vampire clutches his head. No! No! Yuu is a human. Filthy human. Filthy human playing with his mind. He won't let the human degrade him like this! But he made him feel good, made him forget about the thirst for a moment. Mika wraps his arms around himself, remembers the image of Yuu looming over him, lust clouding in those green eyes. “Yuu-chan,” he breathes, tests the name on his lips. “Yuu-chan. Yuu-chan.”   ===============================================================================   Day Twenty-Four   Yuu eyes the packet of blood-bags hidden in his cooler. Twenty-four days. He's not sure what to think. Recently, he's been hearing the vampire's screams echoing from the basement. Seems like the blood-lust is finally starting to drive it mad. Yuu grabs the nearest blood-bag and weighs it in his hand. Odd how such a small thing can impact a creature's life and control them to the brink of insanity. Pitiful, really. He remembers what Guren told him a few days ago. The blood-bag suddenly feels heavier. “How long am I meant to keep this up?” Yuu asks. The question's nagged him for this past week now. His decision to keep the vampire was merely out of an impulse to satisfy the part in him that wants to see those bloodsuckers suffer. He's unsure whether the impulse is long gone or if Mika's suffering is no longer enough. Guren looks at him as if he has just asked a stupid question. “Until the end,” he says. “Until that vampire dies, turns into a demon or whatever it is those things do after they starve for too long.” Yuu nods. He can't really say anything to that. Even from his bedroom, he can still hear Mika's screams. They crack in the air, making Yuu feel something that's nowhere near satisfaction and he hates himself for that. He hates the fact that he's actually contemplating just giving the vampire its stupid blood-bag in order to shut it up. Yuu's sick of listening to Mika scream. He grips the blood-bag tighter and leaves his bedroom, making his way for the basement and ignoring the sensible part in his brain telling him No, stay away from the vampire, don't go anywhere near the fucking vampire. As soon as he enters the basement, the vampire's head snaps up. Its eyes look feral, almost broken. It staggers, trembling harder than Yuu's ever seen it do so. It's at this moment that Yuu can forget it's a vampire and mistake it for an innocent blond kneeling down, shuddering, shaking, suffering because of him. He did this. Why doesn't this feel good anymore? Yuu grits his teeth and walks beyond the barrier. Mika's eyes widen, already flickering his gaze on Yuu's neck. None of them move. He can see Mika's hands trembling against the ground, as if on the verge of pouncing—but he doesn't. Yuu doesn't know why he doesn't. Yuu also doesn't know why he's about to do what he's going to do. He holds out the blood-bag. “Drink.” Mika lunges when the word plays on his mouth. Yuu's instinct tells him to jump back, grab his sword and stab the hungry vampire in front of him, but amazingly, he keeps his ground. He silently watches as Mika devours the blood- bag, physically shaking to the point where he's spilling most of it rather than drinking. When he's finished, he looks back up at Yuu, still shaking, still panting, his eyes large and bloodshot. Yuu has to look away. He's finding it harder to breathe in this basement. He's also finding it harder to think. What have I done, what have I done, what have I— Yuu clenches his jaw and turns around. He needs to leave— Mika clutches onto his leg. His fingers twist around the hem of his trousers, pleading Yuu with those large blue eyes. “Stay.” Yuu's eyes widen. The word replays in his head like a mantra. Stay. Staystaystaystay. The vampire-hunter in him is telling him to kill Mika. The memories of his dead family is telling him to hate Mika. But his head is telling him to stay. So he does. He sighs, lowers himself on the ground and sits in front of the vampire. “I'll stay,” he says. “Since you kindly asked.”   ===============================================================================   Day Thirty   Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan. Mika's days are filled with green eyes and ebony hair, Yuu-chan's voice telling him he'll stay today and tomorrow and yesterday. His tomorrows are already filled with Yuu-chan, if he's going to stay, but of course he will because this is Yuu-chan after all and Yuu-chan won't ever leave him— And that's good! Yuu-chan gives him blood now and that's all Mika needs. Blood and Yuu-chan. The door opens. In comes his Yuu-chan, those green eyes already fixing on him as he walks closer to Mika. There's an expression that crosses Yuu-chan's face whenever he looks at him. The remains of Mika's common sense tells him that it looks sad, maybe guilty, but it doesn't register in his brain for more than a second. What's guilt? What's sadness? All that exists for him is this basement and the blood that Yuu-chan gives, the company only Yuu-chan can provide. “Thirsty?” Yuu-chan asks, holding out a blood-bag. Mika eyes it. His gaze holds the crimson liquid, studies the way it glistens against Yuu-chan's hand. He trails his eyes up his arm, up that wrist, follows the path of his blue veins thrumming, thumpthumpthump. The vampire shakes his head. Yuu-chan raises an eyebrow. “Yuu-chan, come here.” Mika pats the ground, smiling, waiting, always waiting. That expression flashes across Yuu-chan's face again. Mika doesn't know why he's always looking at him like that—does it even matter? In the end, Yuu-chan crosses the barrier and sits in front of him, cross- legged, now expressionless and silent. Mika finds Yuu-chan's hand, strokes his palm, traces the lines etched onto his skin. Lacus used to spout bullshit that these lines represent how long you'll live—but that's pointless if you're a vampire. He wonders how long Yuu-chan will live. He wonders how long Yuu-chan will stay. The vampire squeezes Yuu-chan's hand and lays his head on his chest. Thumpthumpthumpbeats his pulse, thumpthumpthump goes the seconds that pass in silence. Above him, he hears Yuu-chan sigh. Mika looks up, his nose brushing the human's chin. He breathes in the scent of vanilla and blood and human. Yuu-chan doesn't look away. He doesn't blink, not when he grabs Mika's chin, not when he leans closer, not when their noses brush and Mika's eyes widen. Not when their lips meet. He's still not looking away. Mika melts into the kiss, tasting the pulse in Yuu's lips, the life in his veins, and parts his mouth open all for the human to slip his tongue in. Even when he's closed his eyes, he can still feel Yuu looking at him. It's reassuring.   ===============================================================================   Day Thirty-Six   Yuu can't get enough of listening to Mika panting. He pushes him to the floor, runs his hand up the blond's leg and listens to the way Mika almost purrs in response. The basement echoes with the sounds of their kiss, lips sliding against each other, Mika moaning into his mouth like he always did—every day. They did this every day now. Thirty-six days and it's led to this. Whatever this is. It's not something Yuu likes to think about. Instead, he focuses on the way Mika shudders under his body, parting his legs so that Yuu can prop himself between them. “Yuu-chan,” he whines. “Yuu-chan.” It takes one look at Mika's flushed face to drive Yuu's mind insane. The vampire's blushing, smiling at him like he's some sort of saint—he's not, he's definitely not, and this is wrong— They've long stopped caring. Yuu licks at Mika's ear, catches the soft earlobe between his teeth and grins when the vampire arches into him. “What do you want?” he asks, leaning back to look into the vampire's face. Mika smiles. Mika's always smiling. “Yuu-chan,” he says. “I want Yuu-chan.” Yuu smiles back.   ===============================================================================   Day Thirty-Seven   “Y-Yuu-chan—please!” Mika chokes on his own voice, thrashing against the human's grip as he's further pushed into the wall. He hears Yuu's grunts above him as he tightens the grip he has on Mika's leg. It's uncomfortable; Yuu's got him pressed against a wall, holding one leg up and nipping at his neck until Mika's certain he's about to break the skin. The pleasure overrides that though. Mika moans as Yuu continues to grind themselves together, a frenzied pace that leaves the vampire's spine sore and aching, but it's so, so worth it. He throws his head back, closes his eyes and revels at the heat only Yuu-chan can give him. It's been so long. So long since he's been stuck in this cold, dark basement and Yuu-chan's the only one who can make him feel warm again. “A-Ah, Yuu-chan...” Mika moans, clawing at his back. “More. I-I need more.” There's a pause. A pause and Mika looks at Yuu, wonders why he stopped. A pause and Yuu's eyes gleam with a brightness that sends Mika's skin burning. A pause—and then time rolls again and Yuu sweeps Mika into his arms. Mika jumps, thrashes against Yuu as he's lifted from the ground. “W-What? What are you doing?” Yuu grins at him. “Giving you more.” Nothing processes properly in his mind when Yuu starts to walk—no, rushout of the basement. A light spark flutters in the air when Yuu mutters something against the barrier. And then they're through. They're out. It dawns on him that he's out, he's out of that barrier and he can leave. He can go. He can jump out of Yuu's arms and escape and be free again. But what's freedom now? What's the point of leaving when Mika feels warm in this human's arms? He stays. Yuu kicks open a door. The smell of vanilla hits Mika hard—harder when he's lowered onto the bed. He sinks into the blankets as Yuu crawls over him, that smirk already playing on his lips. They kiss, softly, slowly, so soft that Mika wants to sigh and smile, maybe even laugh. Human. Everything about Yuu-chan is so human. Mika grips onto his shoulders, runs his hands down Yuu's biceps and shivers in anticipation. He's a vampire, he's a vampire, but there's something exciting about the thought of this human controlling him with just a smirk of his lips. It's Yuu-chan. Only Yuu-chan can do this. Yuu trails his lips down his neck, sucks hard at the skin above his collarbone until Mika winces in pain. “You still want more?” Yuu asks, his voice husky and deep. Mika trembles, spreading his legs wider and nodding quickly. He licks his lips as he watches Yuu's hand travel down his body, slipping into his pants and—oh. A whimper escapes Mika as Yuu pulls his pants down and grips his cock, his thumb already stroking the sensitive slit. Mika whines, thrusting into his hand, quickly craving the burning heat of Yuu's palm against his own length. Yuu gives it to him. He strokes Mika, hard and steady, his hand easily driving the vampire mad in a space of a few seconds. Closing his eyes, Mika thrashes against him, feels nothing but the hot, slick friction that robs him of his breath and senses. It's good—it feels so good to have Yuu-chan's rough hand touch him, pumping his dick faster, faster, faster. “Y-Yuu-chan—ah, m-more!” Mika begs, thrusting in time to Yuu's strokes. He pauses, leaves Mika whining. Mika forces his eyes open. The sight of Yuu's face in front of his dick is what he sees before he parts his mouth open and starts to suck Mika off. It's too much. Mika groans. The only thing he feels is Yuu's hot, wet mouth sliding against his dick, deeper and deeper until Mika swears he can feel the back of his throat. He can't breathe or think properly, only watches Yuu bobbing his head up and down, licking the tip when he slides out. His eyes meet Mika's as he licks the head of his cock, covers it in saliva before popping the length back into his mouth. Mika thought he faced insanity when starvation hit him, but now he knows it's this. This is insanity. He thrusts into Yuu's mouth and feels his face growing hotter when all he hears is the sound of the human choking around him. Amazingly, Yuu doesn't stop, nor does he try to steady him, so Mika thrusts again and again, throwing his head back into the pillows and screaming in pleasure. “Y-Yes, Yuu-chan! Hn, p-please! That—feels so good!” Mika cries, squeezing his eyes shut again. Heat builds up into gut and he knows it's not long. So close.So, so close! And Yuu stops. He actually stops. “Yuu-chan!” Mika whines, propping himself on his elbows. To his surprise, Yuu leans over him, reaches for the drawer beside the bed and takes out a small pot of—is that lube? The thought of a vampire hunter owning his own pot of lube amuses Mika, but that's all out of his head once he catches Yuu's smile. The human grins at him, leaning in close to graze his lips against Mika's as he speaks. “More?” he asks. He doesn't even need to ask anymore. “Yes!” Mika says, gripping the sheets. “Please, Yuu-chan.” There's that smirk again.   ===============================================================================   Day Thirty-Eight   “Ah! Ah! Y-Yes! Yuu-chan, harder—yes!” Yuu grunts, slamming again and again into Mika's twitching body. He grips the vampire's hips, digging his nails into the skin and revels at the heat that envelops his dick. God. This was driving him mad. He doesn't care if Mika's still sore and tired from last night—he's a vampire, he can survive. All he cares about is the heat pooling in his gut and Mika's voice cracking in the air, begging him to go faster, harder, more. Yuu looks down at the vampire, his face pressed against the sheets and his ass thrusting in rhythm to the dick slamming into him. The sounds coming from Mika right now are too good, too addicting, makes Yuu want to pound on the same spot that causes sobs to escape the vampire's lips. “There!T-There!” Mika begs as he grips on the sheets and tries to prop himself up. Yuu pushes his head back down. Call it sadism, lust, or just plain wrong, but the sight of the vampire bent down in front of him is something that Yuu thinks is worth all these thirty- eight days. He smiles as he hears Mika's moans muffled by the sheets, his shoulders quaking as Yuu drives him nearer and nearer his release. Yuu can't stop watching his dick disappear into Mika's hole, all the while listening to the sound of his thighs slapping against the vampire's ass. It echoes in tune to Mika's cries of Please and More and Yuu-chan! He lifts up Mika's head, pushing his fingers into his mouth and smiling wider when the vampire immediately sucks on them. The tip of Mika's fangs graze his fingers. Yuu presses down on them, listens as Mika gasps and instantly starts licking at his blood like an eager puppy. The vampire moans, long and hard when Yuu leans against his back and peppers kisses on his sweat-beaded shoulders. Fangs bury deeper into Yuu's skin, the pain driving him to thrust harder, thrust faster as Mika sucks his blood in desperate unison. “Yuu-chan—ah—yes! There! S-So close!” Mika's hardly audible; his voice strains around the fingers pressing on his teeth. Yuu feels the vampire's tongue push against his fingers, his moans dripping blood and saliva down his hand. Yuu rips his hand away and forces Mika's face into the bed. He pounds mercilessly into his ass now, ignoring the way the blond thrashes and trembles under his hold. Mika screams as his orgasm takes him, tightening his muscles almost painfully around Yuu's dick and coming all over the sheets. Still, Yuu doesn't stop. He grits his teeth and continues to slam into Mika, grips the vampire's hair like it's the only thing he can hold onto and chants yesyesyes—fuck—yes when his brain begins to cloud over. Fuck. It feels amazing. Mika's warm and tight around him, encasing him in a pleasure that leaves his thoughts a mess. Yuu can feel himself forgetting his surroundings, focusing only on Mika's delicious heat as he continues to twitch around his dick. He's never felt this good before. Not from anyone. Ever.  Mika's everything, Mika's maddening, Mika's good—so fucking good, so fucking addicting. One last thrust and Yuu's gone. He cries out loud, pulls at Mika's hair and moans when he feels himself releasing into the vampire. Mika moans with him, tired and breathless, still shaking from the aftermath of his climax. They remain like that for a while, panting in chorus, trembling, sweat dripping down their worn bodies. After a while, Yuu loosens his grip on Mika's hair and spares a kiss on his shoulder. He pulls out, the sight of his cum dripping out of Mika's ass turning him on far too soon for his body to catch up with. Later. Give it fifteen minutes or something and they can start again. Yuu collapses onto the bed and sighs. He pokes Mika. “How was that?” he asks, although the blood and drool down Mika's chin is enough of an answer, if you ask him. Mika turns to him, his lips pursed in thought. “Your blood tastes nice.” Typical. Yuu frowns, but spares a smile anyway. “Thanks, I guess.”   ===============================================================================   Day Forty   Mika's always hated humans. They're weak, pathetic, and small. They're nothing compared to the vampires who have worked their way up for power, for dominance. Mika's lived with power for all the years he can remember. Memories of humans submitting to his will flutters across the centuries of his existence. But not Yuu-chan. Yuu-chan makes him feel weak. Pathetic. Small. Yuu-chan makes him feel human. Mika's always hated humans, so he guesses he has no problem hating himself too.   ===============================================================================    Day Forty-One   “You can leave, if you want,” Yuu says. He's not sure why he says this or what brings it up, but the moment is broken now, the days are lost, and his guilt is starting to twist his mind into thoughts he wishes he can forget. Mika blinks, frowning at him. “Leave?” “Yeah. Leave. Go back to your Vampire City or wherever it is that you bloodsuckers live in.” The vampire doesn't move. His eyes flicker to the window, studies the blue sky that peeks from Yuu's curtains. Yuu's not dumb. He can see longing when it's that obvious. He knows Mika wants to leave—anyone would after going through whatever the fuck has happened during these forty or so days. Yuu's not dumb. He knows Mika will leave. And he wishes he has the right to stop him. Mika returns his gaze back to him, laying his head against his bare chest. Listening to his heartbeat as usual. The vampire likes that, likes the way Yuu's pulse is constant, alive and reassuring. Or so that's what he says. “But you're here,” Mika says. “I don't want to leave you.” Yuu swears he can feel his heart faltering. He's not sure how to answer that or how to even believe in that, so he does the only thing that feels natural. He wraps his arms around the vampire and sighs into his hair.   ===============================================================================   Day Forty-Two   Mika stays.     End Notes I'm going to hell. This took WAY. TOO. LONG. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE YUUMIKA SMUT. Idk how the hell it turned so long but I guess I got carried away so.. oops? Anyway, I've always liked both mikayuu and yuumika so I thought I might as well write something for yuumika as well. Thing is, I've been so used writing mikayuu that I was worried I'd have trouble characterising Yuu and Mika here, but it was actually really nice. I didn't expect to enjoy writing this as much as I did, so I think I'll definitely write more yuumika in the future! Maybe not as long as this one though............ Feedback is always appreciated! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!