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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      UQ_Holder!
  Relationship:
      Konoe_Touta/Tokisaka_Kuroumaru
  Character:
      Konoe_Touta, Tokisaka_Kuroumaru
  Additional Tags:
      Blood_Drinking, Decapitation, Vampire_Sex, Porn, Plot_What_Plot,
      Headcanon
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-21 Words: 7223
****** Head Over Heels ******
by very
Summary
     After Touta loses his head during a sparring match with Kuroumaru,
     Touta needs blood to replenish his body's energies. Kuroumaru is
     volunteered.
Notes
     Could take place at the beginning of Stage 31, after UQ Holder has
     defeated Powerful Hand in the capital slums but before Touta and
     Kuroumaru meet Number 9.
They're sparring in the courtyard of the Senkyoukan when it happens.
Touta loves sparring against Kuroumaru, talks him into it as much as he can,
practically daily when they're at the resort and not off on a job. They've been
barred from the dojo--not just him but both of them ever since what happened to
the east wing, and it's totally not fair that Touta's the one whose debt was
rounded up when Kuroumaru's the one who threw him through those walls--but it's
way better this way, because now they practise outside, and the weather has
been absolutely beautiful this past week. The skies have been sharp and clear,
entertaining only the faintest suggestions of clouds, and the heat bakes him
down to his bones with a warmth he vaguely thinks might have been just a tad on
the uncomfortable side if not for the whole immortal vampire thing. There's
something in the gardens that's been making the whole resort smell amazing for
the last week, chrysanthemums or wisterias, maybe, and the whole experience
just comes together in a way that makes him think this must be what paradise is
like in the best religions.
Today he's been following Kuroumaru's suggestion of switching between
swordweights as often as he can, trying to keep control if he adds more weight
mid-swing, and he's starting to get a real feel for it.
Kuroumaru, that mother, is of course never satisfied by his progress. "Your
attacks are too hesitant," he complains. "You're not even trying to make
contact."
"Am too!" Touta shoots back, flicking the weight down to a more moderate
thousandfold. "C'mon, I just don't want to, like, slip and take off your head
or something. That'd be kinda rude."
Kuroumaru purses his mouth as he considers the possibility. "I'd rather not see
what happens," he admits.
"Hey, so..." Touta starts. "You can though, right? Get your head chopped off, I
mean." It occurs to him after the words have left his mouth that that might not
be a tactful question to ask, but it's too late now.
"Well, beheading is the single most consistently effective way of slaying most
types of immortals, so I'd rather not chance it," Kuroumaru says, his tone
awfully calm for a guy who just admitted he thinks he might be able to be
killed.
Geh; just the thought of it makes Touta uneasy, and he rolls his own head about
on his neck to rid himself of his restlessness. "Yeah, okay, let's not find
out," Touta agrees.
Kuroumaru offers one of his slim smiles. "Then I shall refrain from the same."
"Pfft, cut off my head or don't; not like you haven't don't it before," Touta
points out.
Kuroumaru visibly stiffens. "That was--we were engaged in a duel to the death!"
he protests, his voice momentarily shooting up in pitch.
Touta grins; Kuroumaru's just freaking adorable when he gets embarrassed, at
least when he's not in a punching mood. "Nah, it's cool, I don't mind. Try and
do it again."
"I--that--we--no!" Kuroumaru splutters. "Absolutely not!"
Now that he's thinking about it, he's starting to get just a little curious. It
all happened so fast last time; he'd had an instant right before the blow when
he realised what was about to happen, and he can admit the only reason he was
able to catch his own head and put it back on his neck is because he didn't
have enough time to imagine what would happen if he didn't.
"It's not like it hurt or nothin'," Touta says. "Come on, I dare you to do it
again."
"We're sparring!" Kuroumaru says, as if Kuroumaru didn't cut off Touta's right
hand just yesterday when he couldn't manage to disarm him any other way.
Which, hmm, there's another angle from which he can come at this. "Urgh, okay,
fine, if you think you can't do it..." Touta trails off, giving his sword a
flamboyant little spin before bringing it to rest casually on his shoulder.
Kuroumaru slinks down into a loose-limbed ready stance, hand fluttering down to
rest on the hilt of his katana with such effortless grace that he could be a
dancer. "Very well, then," Kuroumaru says, his tone grave. "Come!"
Touta gives a whoop and bursts forward in a shundou dash, bringing his blade to
bear against Kuroumaru's, and oh man, he is so easy now that Touta's got him
pegged, and this is going to be awesome.
===============================================================================
He is adrift, cut from all that tethers him, and he wonders if this is what the
Buddha felt, this endless mu.
But above him is the sun, constant and eternal, and the faint tingle of his
retinas as they heal and heal and heal as he stares and stares and stares is
the first thing that tells him he might not be dead after all.
"--better if you'd just let him crumble to dust, this unworthy--"
Karin-senpai, arch and disapproving.
"--knew I shouldn't have done it, but he was so sure--"
Kuroumaru, with an eerie tilting shrillness.
"--like an idiot, of course, but it won't be long now--"
Yukihime, her voice breezy and unconcerned, warm and cheerful, and Touta can
breathe her in, the wonderful delicate perfume that clings to her like a
whisper, and something else--
He breathes it in, fills himself with it, feels his lungs inflating in his
chest, which means he's got a body, which is good, and--
--and it hits him, slams into him; his veins are afire, burning with need, and
in his mouth he can taste it, taste her, and when he sucks he swallows her
down, her power, her poison, and he's ravenous for it, for her, and he drinks
and he drinks and he drowns--
She pulls away from him and he whimpers and grabs for her--uselessly, since she
simply smacks him in the forehead with her forearm, and as he comes to his
senses he sees Yukihime kneeling next to him with an exasperated smile on her
face.
"See? Fine," Yukihime proclaims, getting to her feet. "Aren't you, Touta?"
"Huh?" Touta asks, gaze caught by the slender line of crimson blood that drips
with tantalising slowness down her wrist and into the shadow of her palm.
"You're not dead," she says.
"Yeah, uh huh," he says, trying to calculate how to shundou from a prone
position to get in a position where he can lick the last of Yukihime's blood
off her skin before she can hit him again.
"What are you--oh, for goodness's sake," Yukihime sighs, tsking with her
tongue. "Fine; you might as well tidy up after yourself," she says, offering
him her wrist.
He bolts upright, grabbing her wrist with both hands so he can drag his tongue
across the cooling blood trail and feel his heart spike with need.
"Urgh; that's revolting," Karin-senpai says, and when he looks up at her he
sees her expression is just as disgusted as her tone would suggest. "Must you
be required to endure such a thing, Yukihime-sama?"
Touta's calculating just how pissed Yukihime'd be if he gave in and bit her
when she seems to realise what he's got on his mind and easily pulls her arm
out of his grasp, reaching up to muss his hair, which is, weirdly enough,
soaked and matted flat against his head. "That's enough from me, you little
brat," she chides him. "Now, you will be a little weaker for a few days; you're
still young, and it took us a little while to find out where your head flew off
to--"
Touta bolts up straight. "Hey!" he says, turning to shoot Kuroumaru a grin.
"You did it! That's awesome!"
Kuroumaru, who had been looking pale and faintly nauseated, bursts into a pink
blush. "That--you said!" Kuroumaru blurts out. "You said you'd be fine!"
"And I'm not dead, so--" Touta starts, but Kuroumaru bristles.
"If Yukihime-dono had not been here--" Kuroumaru interrupts.
"Which, by the way, thanks, I really appreciate it!" Touta says, tossing
Yukihime a grin and a thumbs-up.
"--you would be dead!" Kuroumaru roars.
"More's the pity; I liked the last Number 7 much more than I do this one, and I
wouldn't mind seeing who we stumble upon next," Karin-senpai drawls. "Well, if
I'm no longer needed, I'm going back to the library," she says. "Touta, do try
not to die before you've paid off your debt; it would be extremely rude."
"Thanks, Karin-senpai!" Touta calls after her as he gets to his feet, since it
sounds like she did end up helping somehow.
He turns to Kuroumaru. "And hey, thanks to you too," Touta says. "I was
wondering how long I could go without my head. How long was it, anyway?"
"Ah..." Kuroumaru begins. His lips part slightly as he thinks. "Well, first we
had to find your head..." he says delicately.
Touta has a vague recollection of Kuroumaru whirling before him poised to
strike, his ki swirling to a single locus at the edge of his sword, his voice
as sharp as his blade. "Oh, what was that thing you did? It was totally
amazing; I don't think I've seen that one before, with the spinning and the ki
and that hop-step-swing you did," Touta says, trying to work out the end but
failing. "You gotta show it to me again. What was that called?"
Kuroumaru's silent for a long moment, and Touta wonders if Kuroumaru maybe made
it up on the spot and can't remember but then Kuroumaru mutters something
quickly under his breath.
"What?" Touta asks. "I totally didn't catch any of that."
"The Lunatic Cherry Blossom Evil Beheading Blade," Kuroumaru says, his blush
returning to his cheeks in full force.
"That sounds awesome!" Touta cheers.
"And effective; it certainly worked as advertised," Yukihime says dryly.
Touta laughs, and the best part of this whole thing is just how mortified
Kuroumaru looks about it all. "Show it to me again, okay?"
"Not for a couple days; you still need to recover," Yukihime warns. "You'll
want more blood; it will help."
It's kind of gross, thinking about it objectively, the whole blood drinking
thing. This is the first time he's done it since he licked Yukihime's off the
concrete outside the famous store, which admittedly was kind of a gross
introduction to the whole concept, but even then he'd felt a flicker of--power,
or energy, or something, that'd charged him up and made him feel like he could
take on the world. This time, having drunk directly from her veins, he can't
deny it's actually really awesome, and wonders if it's maybe something he
should be doing more often, being a vampire and all.
"I'm totally down for that!" Touta enthuses. "Just let me know when!"
"Oho! Not so fast, kiddo; I'm cutting you off. No more drinking from magi," she
warns, tapping him on the nose.
Touta purses his lips. "I'm not supposed to, like... go... stalk somebody,
and..." he trails off, discomfited.
"You'll do no such thing!" Kuroumaru protests. More worrying than the aghast
tone in his voice is how his hand's gone down to the hilt of the blade at his
hip, as if there are mortals lurking around every corner of the resort who
might fall prey to Touta's, what, insatiable bloodlust, or whatever? Is that
what this feeling is, insatiable bloodlust? Mostly it just feels like he wants
a bowl of oyakodon and maybe a nap.
Yukihime bursts into throaty chuckles. "Oh, the romance of youth! No, no; we'll
find you someone much better suited to you. The ideal candidate would be
another immortal, someone whose blood would replenish as you drank," she says.
"Oh, so I don't have to worry about drinking too much," Touta says. "I get it.
Who should I ask?"
"Someone," Yukihime continues, "who feels guilty about his involvement in this
whole affair and would gladly offer his services to you in penitence," she
says, tossing an arch look at Kuroumaru, who looks absolutely horrified, and--
Kuroumaru? Drink Kuroumaru's blood? That's what she's suggesting, right?
"That's--I couldn't--I could never--" Kuroumaru stutters, grip white-knuckled
on his hilt.
He's never once before this moment ever imagined he might ever drink
Kuroumaru's blood but now curiosity is gnawing away at him: what would he taste
like? Kuroumaru, brilliant and agile and strong, who brings a focus and an
artistry to every task laid before him, whose ki is dominating and indomitable,
and Touta can feel a weird tingling in the back of his cheeks that is a little-
-is he salivating? Yeah, definitely salivating, and--
"Please don't look at me like that," Kuroumaru says, his tone stilted.
"I'm not! And I don't know what you're talking about; I wasn't thinking about
it," Touta defends himself weakly, swallowing down his saliva before it can
pool in his mouth.
"Mm, too bad; that would have been simplest," Yukihime says. "Well, at least we
haven't any shortage of immortals around here. We won't trouble our lovely
Karin any further, and of course Ikkuu-kun's out of the question. Jinbee's
blood would be a bad idea; the mermaid's-flesh curse has some rather unsettling
after-effects, and I imagine it'd be an unpleasant experience for the both of
you. Gengorou's off on a job, which is unfortunate," she muses. "Well, I'm sure
we can find a candidate in the regular members; I'll pick someone," she says,
tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin.
Touta shrugs; it's not like he's got any useful input to offer. "Yeah, thanks,"
he says. "I'll do whatever."
"Don't say 'whatever'!" Kuroumaru chides him. "Don't you think this requires
more consideration than that?"
"I'm gonna go ahead and admit I've got no idea what I'm doing, so whatever
Yukihime says is good is fine with me," Touta says.
Yukihime raises an eyebrow. "Oh, it'll all work itself out," she says, more to
reassure Kuroumaru than him, Touta thinks. "The oni are usually quite
persuadable. Oho!" she exclaims suddenly, clapping her hands together in
inspiration. "I'm sure I could get one of the kappa!"
"I'll do it!" Kuroumaru bursts out suddenly. "We're partners--err, we've been
partners--that is to say that we've worked together on a job, and we're
roommates, and, ah.." he trails off, looking suddenly lost.
"And we're best buds forever!" Touta chimes in. He knows he's grinning like an
idiot but he can't bring himself to care; Kuroumaru is actually gonna let him
drink him and this is going to be amazing, oh man.
Kuroumaru flushes, and Touta wishes he had the contract on him so he could whip
it out just to rub his nose in it, because they are best friends, damn it, even
if Kuroumaru hasn't quite gotten there yet.
"And I'm likely to be near him should he have need on some future occasion, so
it makes sense for us to enter into this arrangement," Kuroumaru says instead,
which, okay, is actually pretty logical.
Yukihime nods. "Agreed. That's settled, then," she says, turning to Touta. "How
are you feeling now? Hungry?" she asks.
His gaze meets Kuroumaru's, and he can feel the prickling sensation of
salivation in the sides of his mouth again.
Kuroumaru turns his head sharply to the side, breaking their eye contact.
Yukihime raps him on the head with her knuckles. "For solid food, kiddo," she
says. "Go get something to eat from the kitchen; it'll help."
"Actually, yeah, I feel like I could eat five bowls of rice," Touta says,
scratching his head where she rapped. Then he runs his fingers through the damp
strands of his hair.
"Uh..." Touta says. "Why is my hair wet?"
"Ah..." Kuroumaru begins delicately.
Yukihime favours him with a smile. "The whirlwind created from Kuroumaru-kun's
attack carried your head over the compound's walls and straight into the bay,"
she says.
Kuroumaru bows abruptly, his ponytails swinging. "I'm sorry!"
"Dude, that sounds amazing! Seriously, you have gotta show me this thing,"
Touta says. "You can tell me about it over lunch; come on, I'm starving."
Kuroumaru stiffens when Touta sets his hand on his back to steer him away,
which would be pretty funny if Touta didn't know he actually was having a
freak-out.
"For food," Touta clarifies. "Solid, regular-old food. C'mon," he repeats.
"I know that," Kuroumaru says, voice sharp with his exasperation.
"Go," Yukihime says gently. "You two have had a stressful morning. Enjoy the
rest of your day off. You're back on chores tomorrow!" she says, shaking her
finger at Touta.
"Hey! Don't I get a sick day, or something?" Touta asks mournfully. "I was
decapitated!"
"And look at you now, with your head attached to your neck more firmly than
ever," she says sweetly. "Why, I bet you're strong enough to take on extra
chores if--"
"Sorry, can't hear you! I'm going for lunch!" Touta says loudly, talking over
her, and pushes off to shundou to the other side of the courtyard--or at least
that's what he means to do. Instead, all he does is stumble and nearly
faceplant until Kuroumaru grabs his arm and jerks him back upright.
She sighs. "Take it easy, now. Don't try to expend any ki until you've had a
full night's sleep and half a litre of blood."
Kuroumaru's grip on his arm tightens, but at least this time he doesn't jerk
away. "I'll ensure he does so," Kuroumaru says soberly.
"Yup," Touta says. "Now come on; lunch! And tell me about how the crazy petal
whirligig works."
===============================================================================
Kuroumaru does indeed tell him in detail about how the crazy petal whirligig
works, and while he still wants to see the thing in action (though maybe on
someone else next time, just throwing that out there), it does sound pretty
cool.
Lunch is a salmon bento, which goes a long way in making him feel more like
himself and less like he's just wearing a Touta-shaped suit.
Afterwards he heads back to their room to maybe read some comics and have a
nap. Kuroumaru offers to come with him, but Touta's perfectly capable of
walking by himself, and Kuroumaru keeps giving him these awkward sideways
glances like he's expecting Touta to just suddenly jump him and start chowing
down. Which, okay, to be fair he does catch himself wondering what Kuroumaru's
gonna taste like, but he wouldn't do it in public, and he'd, like, ask first.
Before biting him. And drinking his blood.
Weird.
Touta's been a full-on vampire for months now, and he's gotten used to pretty
much everything else, even the mirror thing, but it never really hit him that
he can drink blood if he wants. He guesses he doesn't really need to, since he
hasn't since that first time with Yukihime, and she would have probably
mentioned it if it were important.
It feels important. It feels like it should be important, anyway, but he's
still kind of a noob about the immortal world, as Karin-senpai has pointed out
on more than one occasion.
He spends his afternoon falling in and out of a light doze, never deep enough
to satisfy him, nor fully waking up enough to do more than flip absently
through the pages of his comic and not read a single word.
Blood. What he thinks of is blood, what he dreams of is blood; even if he can't
remember his dreams, he's sure of it.
Now, hours removed from the event, he's finding it harder be harder to remember
what Yukihime tasted like. Sharp and dangerous, maybe, with an edge like a
frozen knife. There's something about her, the way that she tastes, that makes
him think that if he drank his fill of her it would kill him just as surely as
it saved him, and for one tiny disloyal moment he wonders if that's what it's
inside her that lead to the price on her head as the Dark Evangel.
He shoves that thought down as hard as he can, hiding it inside himself so
he'll never think of it again, and this time when sleep claims him he doesn't
remember so much as the whisper of a suggestion of a dream.
===============================================================================
When he wakes, Kuroumaru's sitting at the desk in his pyjamas and brushing his
impossibly long hair. He brushes carefully, methodically, with slow and even
strokes that leaves his hair looking polished and smooth. It's kind of Zen in
its own way, and it makes Touta feel like he's relaxing just by watching him
work.
Kuroumaru doesn't notice him looking until he's finished pinning his hair back
in its usual arrangement of tails and he gets up to go put the brush away.
"Touta!" he exclaims, shoulders tensing for a moment in surprise before he
relaxes and offers a smile. "How are you feeling? You missed dinner," he says,
tucking his brush away in his cubby.
"I stuffed myself at lunch and then just sat around all day so I'm okay," Touta
says, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "What did you get up to?"
"I spent some time in the library," Kuroumaru says, pausing in reflection.
Kuroumaru's not really giving him much to go off. "Sounds awesome," Touta says,
not that it actually does, just that it's polite to say so, or whatever.
"I spoke to Karin-dono," Kuroumaru says at last. "She was very helpful earlier
today; she thought to get Yukihime-dono."
"That was nice of her," Touta says. "Weirdly nice, not that I'm complaining. It
would have totally sucked to have died."
Kuroumaru looks down, and Touta realises what a huge dick he's being. "And it
would have been completely and totally 100% my fault!" he adds hastily. "I
would have been the biggest a-hole in the universe to talk you into doing that
just to die on you, so, uh, thanks," he says awkwardly. "My bad."
"No, I shouldn't have done something so reckless," Kuroumaru says. "Though
Yukihime-dono said you wouldn't have died even if we'd taken longer retrieving
your head, but from her description it sounds as if your recovery would have
been... noticeably more involved," Kuroumaru says delicately, which means
Touta'll have to bug Yukihime for the nasty deets.
"In any case, I apologise," Kuroumaru says, bowing.
"No, no, I apologised first; you gotta take yours back," Touta says, waving at
him.
Kuroumaru's brow furrows. "I'm not going to take it back," he says, sounding
confused. "Why would I do such a thing?"
"I just told you: because I apologised first since I'm the jerk," Touta says.
"Just go with it."
"All right..." Kuroumaru says slowly. "In any case, I'm glad you're all right."
"Thanks; me too," Touta agrees wholeheartedly. Kuroumaru rolls his eyes, and
Touta realises that was kind of a flippant thing to say; oh well.
He offers Kuroumaru a smile, and is pleasantly surprised when Kuroumaru smiles
back at him unreservedly before lowering his head.
"Hey," Touta says, nudging his one of his feet against one of Kuroumaru's.
"Thanks, seriously. For everything."
Kuroumaru looks back up to once again hold his gaze. He wets his lips before
speaking. "I'm ready, if you're prepared," he says.
It takes a couple of moments for Touta to process what that means. "You mean--
you mean that, right?"
Kuroumaru's gaze is clear and unhesitating. "Yes."
Just in case. "Like, the blood thing," Touta prompts.
"Yes," Kuroumaru repeats.
"Okay," Touta says. "Awesome."
It occurs to Touta, as the seconds pass while they stare at each other in
silence, that this is when he's supposed to bite him.
"Uh..." he starts. "Do you wanna come here, maybe? Then you can sit down." They
don't have a lot of options in the tiny room they share: it's pretty much his
bunk, Kuroumaru's bunk, or the floor, and given that the floor's got no
mattress and he doesn't know if the top bunk will support the both of them at
once, his bunk it is.
Kuroumaru steps forward and Touta shuffles back behind the lattice, making
space for him to sit down. He does so, folding his hands neatly in his lap, and
turning an expectant look to Touta.
Touta swallows hard, his mouth unexpectedly dry. "Uh, so... I've done this
literally once, if you count today," he admits.
Kuroumaru frowns. "But you're a vampire," he says, as if that means Touta
should have any idea of what he's doing.
"Yeah, but I kind of suck at it, if you haven't noticed," Touta points out.
"I'm just saying, it might be kind of awkward, so if I do something wrong, or
it hurts, or something, let me know."
A horrible thought occurs to him. "Uh, actually, I have no idea how this is
even supposed to go; it might hurt, I don't even know," he says helplessly.
"You know, I slept all day and I had that huge lunch; I'm basically back to
normal," he backpedals hastily.
Kuroumaru grabs his hand, and for an instant he radiates a heat that reaches
the very tips of Touta's toes. "Your ki is so faint I can barely feel it, and
besides, Yukihime-dono said it wouldn't hurt," he says.
"Ah!" Touta says, pulling his hand out of his grasp. "I should have done that!
Okay, I'm going to go ask Yukihime how this is supposed to go, so if you just
wanna hang tight for a sec--"
Kuroumaru doesn't move. "All you have to do is bite and drink. It won't hurt
me, and my body will replenish my blood faster than you can drink it," he says
with such surety that it must be true.
"Okay," Touta says, feeling a little better, and then repeats "okay" again to
compound the effect. "I got this."
Seconds stretch into moments, and the longer he maintains eye contact with
Kuroumaru, the more awkward it becomes.
"Uh," Touta says, voice strangled and tight. He coughs before trying again.
"Uh, so, do you want me to do it to your wrist, or... I dunno," he says,
trailing off lamely when he realises the only other place he can think of is on
Kuroumaru's neck, which does look really nice and inviting actually, so if he
had a choice, he--
"The wrist is fine," Kuroumaru says, interrupting his train of thought.
"Okay!" Touta says, clapping his hands together. "You got it! Wrist," he
repeats.
Obligingly, Kuroumaru extends his arm to him. Touta takes it gingerly, running
the pad of his thumb over the blue veins visible under the pale skin of
Kuroumaru's wrist.
"Ah--" Kuroumaru starts, and Touta feels so guilty he drops his hand
immediately. "I said wrist, but what I meant was forearm--Yukihime said a
little higher up than she did earlier today would be ideal," he explains.
"I can do that," Touta says, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he says, taking
Kuroumaru's arm and pressing his thumb a little closer to the elbow by about
five or six centimetres. "Here good?"
"That's fine," Kuroumaru confirms.
"Okay," Touta repeats. "Um.. for what I'm about to receive--" he starts, but
Kuroumaru makes an outraged noise.
"I'm not your dinner!" Kuroumaru protests, even though Touta's pretty sure he's
actually empirically wrong.
Well, whatever. "Gah, fine, I won't say anything," he says. "Are we good?"
"Yes! Now stop stalling and bite me," Kuroumaru commands.
That makes it easier; Touta can ignore the part of his brain that tries to do
its own thinking and just listen to Kuroumaru, and with no other options open
to him he bows his head and bites into the soft flesh of Kuroumaru's arm.
Kuroumaru sucks in a hiss between his teeth, and for a moment Touta's
completely and utterly underwhelmed--this is it? This isn't anything like how
he imagined; there's none of the power he felt in Yukihime, none of the need he
felt for her.
At least it means he can pay attention to other things. He lifts his head.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks, but if Kuroumaru answers him, he doesn't know,
because now that his fangs aren't in the way, blood wells out of the twin
wounds on Kuroumaru's arm and the scent of it is so powerfully intoxicating
that for a moment all Touta can do is breathe him in, one deep breath after
another, before his instincts kick in and he drags his tongue across
Kuroumaru's skin.
Kuroumaru, it's Kuroumaru, glittering on his tongue and sparkling through his
veins; he can taste him, Kuroumaru's blood and his ki and his essence and his
soul, all of him laid open for Touta to discover and devour.
But it's not enough, it's only a taste, and when Touta can think clearly enough
to understand what he's doing, he realises he's been licking the same smooth,
unmarked spot on Kuroumaru's arm over and over for he doesn't even know how
long, and Kuroumaru's calling his name and tugging on his hair.
"Touta-kun!" Kuroumaru repeats, and this time Touta raises his head. "You have
to keep your teeth in or I'll heal over," Kuroumaru explains, which duh, it's
obvious now, but it's kind of hard to multitask drinking and thinking at the
same time when he's being gripped by oh yeah, okay, so this is the insatiable
bloodlust he was wondering about earlier, and--
Okay. He's okay. One more time.
Touta tries again, gripping Kuroumaru's arm firmly in both hands and then
biting down, and this time it's easier, his fangs sinking deeper, and he has
some dim awareness that the tingling in his jaw means his fangs have descended
to their full length, but he has no real concept of what that means or why he
should care for any reason other than how much easier it's become to bury
himself in Kuroumaru.
Fangs firmly planted in Kuroumaru's flesh, instinct drives him to grind his
bottom row of teeth into the underside of Kuroumaru's arm, and he's rewarded by
the hot spurt of blood that courses into his mouth, vivid and vibrant and
almost violently shocking with the electric burst of energy blossoming across
his tongue. Touta sucks as hard as he can, squeezes Kuroumaru's forearm in both
his hands to force out more blood, and as he moans he can feel the imperfect
seal of his mouth drip Kuroumaru's blood down his chin and trickle down his
throat.
More, more, more; Touta swallows him down mouthful after mouthful, Kuroumaru
filling him up and consuming him, swallowing him whole. Kuroumaru's free hand
is on his head holding him down, holding him in place, and Touta's ears roar
with the sound of frantic panting. Touta's not sure if it's his or Kuroumaru's;
maybe both, maybe the two of them mixed up and mixed together until there's
just one of them, an indivisible individual indistinguishable from either both
or neither of them, a single heart pumping enough blood for two.
He relinquishes a hand from Kuroumaru's arm so he can reach for Kuroumaru's
chest, flailing blindly until he grabs a fistful of his pyjama top. He yanks
hard, hearing fabric rip and buttons pop, and as his fingers find skin the
elixir he drinks from Kuroumaru's veins richens and deepens, gaining an
exquisite note of dizzying sweetness. He presses his hand flat against his
chest, fingertips brushing against the tiny pebbled nub of a nipple as he
searches, and then he finds him, the core of him; he feels his heart beat under
his hand, solid and real and unreal all at once; he feels the thundering pace
that Kuroumaru has set for them both.
He drinks, and he hears a name repeated over and over and over again in
Kuroumaru's voice, husky and hoarse.
Touta, he thinks vaguely. He's saying Touta.
When Kuroumaru's arm is pulled away from him he wants to snarl with righteous
anger, wants to demand he be returned what is his, but instead all he can do is
blink back the tears the prick at the corners of his eyelids as his broken
butterfly heart flutters as it tries to write a new rhythm without the driving
force of Kuroumaru.
"Please," Touta says, his voice cracking. "Please, please, more--"
Kuroumaru's pupils are dilated, staining his eyes an inky black. "Yes," he
says, and Touta dives forward to grab Kuroumaru's arm but Kuroumaru twists out
of the way.
"My neck," Kuroumaru says, tilting his head away from Touta and setting off the
regal column of his throat. "Drink from my neck; it's faster, you'll get more
blood that way," he says, and while the subtleties of spoken language are well
outside of Touta's grasp right now, he can understand 'neck' and 'drink' and
'blood' and 'yes'.
Touta leans in eagerly, brushing his lips against Kuroumaru's neck, letting the
pounding of Kuroumaru's heartbeat guide him. In moments he's found the perfect
spot, and without hesitation he drives his fangs into Kuroumaru's throat,
piercing the jugular.
Blood gushes out of the wounds in twin torrents, so much that for a moment he
almost chokes. Kuroumaru's fist is in his hair, holding him down, forcing him
to take it, to swallow, and he does, swallowing mouthful after mouthful,
drinking him down, making Kuroumaru part of himself in a way that he will
never, ever be able to erase.
Touta's hand scrabbles as it tries to find his home atop Kuroumaru's chest;
some part of Touta is dimly aware that it takes less than seconds, and yet it
still feels like he's been wandering for years.
Kuroumaru's heartbeat pounds under Touta's hand and through Touta's veins.
Kuroumaru's wrapped around him, their legs entangled around each other, one of
Kuroumaru's arms around his waist, both of his wrapped around Kuroumaru.
Kuroumaru's blood pours down his throat, fills him up, bleeds his ki into
Touta's own, and Touta is helpless to try and unravel their entwining desire to
find the source.
Touta's body is so wholly consumed by his need that he isn't able to identify
the separate thread of his lust until the back of Kuroumaru's hand brushes
against the erection straining the front of Touta's slacks. Touta gasps, the
purely physical sensation shocking him out of his intoxication. His fangs slip
out of Kuroumaru's neck, and all it takes is an instant for the holes to heal
over and stopper the flow of Kuroumaru's blood.
"If you don't want me to, I won't," Kuroumaru says, and without the surety of
his blood, Touta doesn't think he has any way to follow this conversation.
"Tell me to stop and I'll stop," Kuroumaru says, another utterly nonsensical
and impenetrable phrase, but then he cups Touta's hard-on and squeezes, and
this is something Touta can understand perfectly.
"Please please please keep touching me, keep touching me," Touta begs, clawing
at Kuroumaru's heart through his chest. "Please, please--"
Kuroumaru unzips the front of Touta's trousers. "Drink me," he says hoarsely,
tilting his neck and offering himself once more. He slides his slender hand
through Touta's open zipper, through the fly of his boxer shorts, and grasps
his erection in his hand. "Do it again. Bite me. Suck me," Kuroumaru growls,
his orders gaining an entirely new dimension as he strokes Touta's cock.
Touta makes an incoherent moan of some kind against Kuroumaru's throat. He's
not sure what message he attempted to convey, or even if there were words.
Instead he discards the idea of speech entirely and nuzzles Kuroumaru's neck,
licking the cooling blood from his skin, nipping at the ghost of Kuroumaru's
Adam's apple with his normal teeth, and he sucks and licks and his lips purse
and make wet, smacking sounds before he realises what he's doing is kissing
him, he's kissing his neck, he's kissing Kuroumaru, and he desperately wants to
be kissing his mouth, so he does.
Kuroumaru's mouth is as exquisitely perfect as the rest of him, and Touta
kisses him over and over trying to learn every last detail: how he purses his
lips when Touta sucks on his lower lip, how he nibbles on Touta's bottom lip
when Touta kisses his top, how when Touta dares to lick his tongue inside
Kuroumaru's mouth, Kuroumaru doesn't hesitate for an instant before tightening
his grip on Touta's erection and sliding his own tongue against Touta's.
Kuroumaru pulls back after one final kiss, then leans in to brush his lips
against Touta's earlobe. "Drink me," he says, catching the earlobe in his mouth
and sucking on it as he draws his fingertips tantalisingly over the tip of
Touta's cock.
He'll do anything that Kuroumaru wants, take from him everything that's
offered, give him anything that's asked of him, and this time when Kuroumaru
presents his neck to him, Touta dives in and bites down.
He bites Kuroumaru in a different spot, this time at the base of his neck, and
while the blood doesn't flow as quickly as when he had him by the jugular, it's
enough to require only minimal encouragement by suction.
Kuroumaru's neck is under his lips, his blood inside his mouth, his ki
saturating his chakras, his hand wrapped around his cock, and all of it isn't
enough, could never be enough to satisfy him, not now that he's had a taste. He
needs hours of this, years, decades, centuries--and he has them, he realises
with a kind of giddy wonder. He has them, because together they're immortal,
together they will never have to die, and if Kuroumaru only needs him back then
they'll have a hundred lifetimes to spend in communion together.
I'll be his, Touta knows.
And you'll be mine, Kuroumaru whispers back, and the feather-light stroke of
his thoughts against Touta's is enough to send him careening over the edge,
smashing headlong into an orgasm that tears a howl from his throat as he
trembles in Kuroumaru's arms and comes in messy streaks all over his hand.
He doesn't remember blacking out, but when he comes back to himself, he's still
in Kuroumaru's arms, slumped against him. Kuroumaru's petting his head gently,
threading Touta's hair between his fingers. He can still taste Kuroumaru in his
mouth, but now it makes him think more of like the giddy buzz he gets from
drinking soda instead of a desperate animal thirst for water, if he can compare
it to anything.
He's probably supposed to feel embarrassed or maybe just guilty about the whole
thing, but to be honest, Touta just can't find those emotions anywhere at the
moment, so he'll have to feel them later.
"So, uh," Touta says, but his voice is hoarse and he has to clear his throat
before continuing, and oh hey, that was sort of vaguely embarrassing, maybe.
"That was intense."
Kuroumaru hugs him tightly, which Touta figures means he's allowed to hug back,
so he does. "How are you feeling?" Kuroumaru asks, and his voice sounds just as
husky and sleepy as his own.
"Awesome," he says. "You?"
"I'd agree with 'awesome'," Kuroumaru says, and he makes a delighted little
laugh that is so ridiculously charming that Touta decides to dedicate the next
millennia or so to coaxing it out of him at every opportunity.
"Okay, good, good," Touta says. "Was that, like, fun for you too?" he asks, and
then immediately feels like a huge idiot. "Wow, I am such a selfish jerk; I
can't believe I didn't even think about getting you off," he admits. "Do you
want, like, a handjob, or...?" he trails off, in case Kuroumaru wants to up the
ante.
"No, it's fine, I had fun, I, I... came too," Kuroumaru says, murmuring the
last part in an undertone. "When you did, since we were linked by my blood."
"So you... felt everything-everything?" Touta asks, hoping his clarification
made at least some kind of sense.
"Everything," Kuroumaru confirms, and pulls back just far enough so that he can
lean back in for a kiss.
Despite all they've done it somehow still manages to feel like their first--and
it is their first, in a way, the first unclouded by the siren song of blood
singing to blood, and when he thinks of it like that he freezes in a sudden
panic.
"Are you embarrassed?" Kuroumaru asks him, eyebrows hiked as far up as they can
go.
"No! Totally not embarrassed. Unless you're embarrassed, then I am too. But
you're not, are you?" Touta asks, somehow still sensing a lingering mote of
that same surety that Kuroumaru had projected to him during his thirst. "So
you... maybe wanna try this again sometime?" he asks, tossing him a hopeful
grin.
"Absolutely," Kuroumaru says, his gaze clear and resolute. "Whenever you need
to. Or just want to. Don't ask anyone else to do this with you!" he adds
abruptly, cheeks flushing pink.
Touta flashes him a grin full of teeth, his fangs retracted back to their
normal length. "I promise. You promise, too."
Kuroumaru nods solemnly. "I promise," he says. Then he looks up, as if
remembering something. "Are you going to make me sign a contract for this
agreement as well?" he says, his voice gaining a teasing lilt.
"Hey, the last one is working out really great, right? I'm full of great
ideas," Touta says.
"I have a few of my own," Kuroumaru says, challenge underlying his tone.
"Speaking of which, I think I need to take another bath. Would you like to join
me?" he asks.
"Yeah, and I need to grab new sheets," Touta says.
Kuroumaru slips out of the bunk and pads over to the desk, grabbing some
tissues and wiping most of the blood off his face and neck, then fetching a
yukata from the dresser and shrugging it on. Touta follows his lead, and after
Kuroumaru gives him a final once-over to make sure he doesn't look like a
crazed bloodthirsty lunatic, they sneak into the hall--
--whereupon Touta promptly trips over a small plastic box someone's left next
to their door. "Hey!" he yelps. "Who left this lying around?"
Kuroumaru bends over to fetch the box. "It's addressed to both of us," he says
with some trepidation. He unsnaps the latch and lifts the lid with his thumbs,
and retrieves a folded piece of notepaper. "'You two are being incredibly
loud'," he reads in a faltering voice. "'Please find enclosed a Quietr app with
three charges remaining. Do not buy me a replacement. Do not talk to me about
this letter. Do not ever bring this up again. Regards, Karin,'" he finishes,
and removes from the box a gunmetal-grey magic app about the size and shape of
an especially pregnant saucer.
"Welp," Touta says. "That was thoughtful, for Karin-senpai. Ish. Thoughtful-
ish. I'll definitely be sure to not mention it when I see her tomorrow at
lunch."
"Indeed," Kuroumaru says, looking more than a trifle mortified. "I'll go put
this away where no one will see it," he says, opening the door to their dorm
room.
"Or..." Touta begins, trailing off. "We could take the app with us and work on
charge number three?" he asks with a hopeful grin.
He doesn't actually expect Kuroumaru to go for it, but neither does he expect
the curve of an all-too wicked smile to grace his mouth. "Tomorrow," Kuroumaru
says, voice husky with promise, and he closes the lid with a decisive click.
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