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Chuuya has grown up in a world of shadow, the only sheep in a house of wolves. He knew one day, he would have to shed his humanityâand part of that meant choosing a sire.
Dazai never expected to be so easily seduced.
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Chuuya has grown up in a world of shadow, the only sheep in a house of wolves. He knew one day, he would have to shed his humanityâand part of that meant choosing a sire.
Dazai never expected to be so easily seduced.
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Dazai remembers Kouyou bringing the boy home one day, watching with faint curiosity and disgust as the human child ran about the covenâs headquarters. Mori expressed his own confusion, but it was allowed.
Even Kouyou, it seemed, had a maternal side.
Even Kouyou, it seemed, had a maternal side.
Mori Ogaiâs coven is one of the oldest, most prestigious sects in Japan. Dazai had been ignorant to the politics of it when he had been changed, a shivering, wounded soldier, dragged from bleeding to death on a riverbank and into the realm of night.
He wouldnât have chosen this.
He wouldnât have chosen this.
The boy wasnât of much interest to him at first. Dazai never particularly enjoyed children, and he saw no point in becoming attached to this oneâKouyou could not keep him by her side forever, and eventually, he would become prey. It was the way of things, after all.
But the opposite happened.
Chuuya grew into a dangerous creature under Kouyouâs watchful eye. He became sharp and attentive, skilled in combat, and most importantlyâhe was always armed to the teeth. The first time a vampire tried to feed off of him, it became a final supper.
Chuuya grew into a dangerous creature under Kouyouâs watchful eye. He became sharp and attentive, skilled in combat, and most importantlyâhe was always armed to the teeth. The first time a vampire tried to feed off of him, it became a final supper.
Then, when the redhead made the transition from the frightened little boy always clinging to Kouyouâs skirts, into a man, Dazai began to notice Chuuya for something else.
He was /beautiful/.
Not in a typical, delicate wayâbut as something dangerous. Vivid, but venomous.
He was /beautiful/.
Not in a typical, delicate wayâbut as something dangerous. Vivid, but venomous.
His hair is long, luxurious, burning against Dazaiâs gaze like the sunsetâand his eyes, they remind him of a time heâs almost forgotten, when the sky was so /clear/.
Andâand this was the /worst/ partâhe smells absolutely /divine/.
Dazai has no way of explaining it.
Andâand this was the /worst/ partâhe smells absolutely /divine/.
Dazai has no way of explaining it.
However, Dazai isnât the only one watching.
Chuuya has been watching too.
At first it was only curiosityâfor the distant, lonely looking man that always seemed to be on the fringes, but who was also somehow the most /dangerous/ of them all, even more so than Mori.
Chuuya has been watching too.
At first it was only curiosityâfor the distant, lonely looking man that always seemed to be on the fringes, but who was also somehow the most /dangerous/ of them all, even more so than Mori.
The first time he truly came to realize that Dazai was /different/ came when he was thirteen, and he saw the man crush an enemyâs skull beneath his fingertips before he could so much as reach Mori.
He made violence and dominance look effortless, but he was disinterested in it.
He made violence and dominance look effortless, but he was disinterested in it.
When he was sixteen he noticed another scar on the vampireâs neck, another bandage creeping up higher, shrouding more of his skin, and he turned to Odasaku with curiosity, only to hear the same responseâ
âOsamu has never been particularly interested in lifeâeven an undead one.â
âOsamu has never been particularly interested in lifeâeven an undead one.â
The first time they /really/ spoke, Chuuya was 17. It was a meeting between the executives in the coven, and Chuuya was listening next to the door.
âYouâre a curious oneâarenât you, little sheep?â
Chuuya jumped back with a sheepish glare, âArenât you supposed to be inside?â
âYouâre a curious oneâarenât you, little sheep?â
Chuuya jumped back with a sheepish glare, âArenât you supposed to be inside?â
Dazaiâs smile is faint, his fangs glinting in the light, making Chuuyaâs heart throb with /anything/ but fear. âIf I start showing up to meetings on time, Mori-san might get /expectations/.â
Chuuya rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. âYouâre a lazy jackass.â
Chuuya rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. âYouâre a lazy jackass.â
âThatâs harsh,â Dazai laughs softly, but he looks anything but bothered by Chuuyaâs hostilities. If anything, heâs interested. âYouâre /that/ curious? The decision is years away.â
Chuuya is quiet, because he doesnât have to answer. They both know what is being discussed.
Chuuya is quiet, because he doesnât have to answer. They both know what is being discussed.
When Chuuya turns 21, heâll be old enough to no longer automatically enjoy Moriâs protection. And at that point, a choice will be madeâ
If Chuuya becomes a vampire, or food. Obviously theyâll choose the former, not wanting to draw Kouyouâs ireâ
But the matter of siring remains.
If Chuuya becomes a vampire, or food. Obviously theyâll choose the former, not wanting to draw Kouyouâs ireâ
But the matter of siring remains.
To create another vampire is to permanently bond yourself to them. Hence Kouyou, Dazai, and Odasakuâs constant, often resentful connection to Mori. Kouyou and Oda have sired their own fledglings over the years, eager to create some semblance of a family, but with permission.
After all, allowing one member to create too many fledglings would throw the political balance of the coven out of synchâsomething Mori has always been highly attuned to.
âYou understand Moriâs going to do it himself, donât you?â Dazai asks, watching Chuuya curiously.
âYou understand Moriâs going to do it himself, donât you?â Dazai asks, watching Chuuya curiously.
Chuuya feels disappointment in his gut, heavy and sour, and he canât explain why. âI know,â he answers, attempting an irritated glare.
It doesnât escape Dazaiâs notice. âWhat? Were you hoping for Kouyou?â
âUgh,â Chuuya makes a face. âNo, that would be /weird/.â
â/Oh?/â
It doesnât escape Dazaiâs notice. âWhat? Were you hoping for Kouyou?â
âUgh,â Chuuya makes a face. âNo, that would be /weird/.â
â/Oh?/â
A slow smile spreads over Dazaiâs face, and Chuuya leans back, because he doesnât like how /smug/ it is.
âWhat?!â
âI just forget, sometimes....â
âForget /what/?â
Dazai sighs, forlorn as he reaches over to poke Chuuyaâs forehead. âHow childish and romantic teenagers are.â
âWhat?!â
âI just forget, sometimes....â
âForget /what/?â
Dazai sighs, forlorn as he reaches over to poke Chuuyaâs forehead. âHow childish and romantic teenagers are.â
Chuuyaâs jaw is gaping, his hands clapping over his forehead as he glares at Dazai incredulously. âWhat the /fuck/ are you talking about?!â
âYou want some handsome vampire to sweep you off into an /eternity/ of undying love and devotion!â
âI do NOT! Youâre such an /idiot/ââ
âYou want some handsome vampire to sweep you off into an /eternity/ of undying love and devotion!â
âI do NOT! Youâre such an /idiot/ââ
âAnd youâre short, and pretty enoughâmaybe youâll get lucky and that American vampire will mistake you for a damsel in distress. I hear he likes that sort of thing.â
âIâm not that short! Iâm seventeen! Iâm STILL GROWING!â
âBut how long have you /been/ seventeen, chibi?â
âIâm not that short! Iâm seventeen! Iâm STILL GROWING!â
âBut how long have you /been/ seventeen, chibi?â
The answering scream of rage Dazaiâs reference draws is enough for Kouyou to open the door and cast both boys with a disapproving glareâone Dazai preens under, while Chuuya withers.
âStop taunting the child and get /inside/, you /buffoon/.â Dazai is utterly /delighted/.
âStop taunting the child and get /inside/, you /buffoon/.â Dazai is utterly /delighted/.
Dazai disappears inside the boardroom, tossing one careless comment back at Chuuya as the door slides shut. âRelax,â he waves his hand derisively. âYouâll hate your sire either way. Everyone always does.â
The door shuts with a click, and as Chuuya stares, an idea begins to form.
The door shuts with a click, and as Chuuya stares, an idea begins to form.
Mori IS selected as the one to sire Chuuya (a shock, when he was the one making the choice).
When Chuuya is 19, he sees Dazai again, this time in a more professional sense.
âWait,â Chuuya groans, looking back and forth between Mori and Kouyou with annoyance. âIâm BAIT?!â
When Chuuya is 19, he sees Dazai again, this time in a more professional sense.
âWait,â Chuuya groans, looking back and forth between Mori and Kouyou with annoyance. âIâm BAIT?!â
Well. As professional as can be expected.
âOh, yes.â Dazai beams, hands in the front pockets of his suit as he stares down at Chuuya curiously. âI asked Kouyou for the most enticing human she could find. You were the best she could manage.â
Chuuya /sneers/. âI /hate/ you, yoâ!â
âOh, yes.â Dazai beams, hands in the front pockets of his suit as he stares down at Chuuya curiously. âI asked Kouyou for the most enticing human she could find. You were the best she could manage.â
Chuuya /sneers/. âI /hate/ you, yoâ!â
One pointed glare from Mori is enough to silence him, even if anger is still roiling behind Chuuyaâs eyes. âThe Russian sect is a threat, and youâre a curiosity.â The boss explains, eyeing both men sternly. âIf Dazai does his job properly, weâll be able to wipe them out.â
âHave I ever failed you /before/, old man?â Dazai is fearless as ever, insulting the most powerful man in the world world with a bored yawn, and it only seems to amuse Mori.
âDonât start now.â
Partnering up with Dazai, even briefly, is /excruciating/.
âDonât start now.â
Partnering up with Dazai, even briefly, is /excruciating/.
Heâs micromanaging, he needles Chuuya over the smallest details of his clothes, things like âthatâs too tight, thatâs not right enough, that just looks /ridiculous/ââ until Chuuya is about to rip his hair off.
And then, he has this nasty habit of /manhandling/.
And then, he has this nasty habit of /manhandling/.
âPut. Me. DOWN.â Chuuya snarls, punching the back of the vampireâs skull as he gets hauled off towards the car.
âYouâll understand /one day/, Chibi,â Dazai dumps him unceremoniously in the backseat, snorting when Chuuya yelps in surprise, âbut you walk /so slowly/.â
âYouâll understand /one day/, Chibi,â Dazai dumps him unceremoniously in the backseat, snorting when Chuuya yelps in surprise, âbut you walk /so slowly/.â
Chuuya glares, struggling to right himself and buckle in as the driver starts the engine. âAre you sure this is gonna work?â
âChuuya,â Dazai snorts, the lines of his suit shifting as he leans back in his seat in a way that makes the redheadâs stomach flip, âMy plans always workâ
âChuuya,â Dazai snorts, the lines of his suit shifting as he leans back in his seat in a way that makes the redheadâs stomach flip, âMy plans always workâ
Chuuya eyes him with disbelief, âSureâbut Iâve heard the rumors about this one.â
âOh?â Dazai is looking out the window, his nose turned awayâsomething he always does when he and the human are in an enclosed space. âAnd why, pray tell, have they piqued the chibiâs concern?â
âOh?â Dazai is looking out the window, his nose turned awayâsomething he always does when he and the human are in an enclosed space. âAnd why, pray tell, have they piqued the chibiâs concern?â
Dazai never does this around other humansâhonestly, if it werenât for the red eyes, the incredible speed and strength, and the fact that Dazai hadnât aged in ten years, Chuuya wouldnât have thought he was a vampire at all. A demon, maybeâsince he never seemed to feel anything.
âThey say that heâs smarter than you.â Itâs a bold thing to do, to insult a vampire in an enclosed space, one where he would have the advantageâbut Chuuya knows Dazai enough to know heâs too restrained to kill Chuuya over wounded pride.
But his eyebrow /does/ twitch.
But his eyebrow /does/ twitch.
Dazai turns his head just enough to look at Chuuya, the reds of his eyes catching in the streetlights for a moment, casting the man with a demonic glow that should have made Chuuya want to get as far away as possible.
/Should have/.
âFor your sake, I hope the rumors are wrong.â
/Should have/.
âFor your sake, I hope the rumors are wrong.â
The rumors, as it turned out, were not wrongâat the very least, they were an equal match.
It didnât take long for Dostoevsky to take an interest when Chuuya entered the club, /that/ was trueâbut he was perfectly aware of the fact that the redhead wasnât /unattended/.
It didnât take long for Dostoevsky to take an interest when Chuuya entered the club, /that/ was trueâbut he was perfectly aware of the fact that the redhead wasnât /unattended/.
And the truly unfortunate part of having one part of your plan exposed as being part of a /trap/, is that it eventually leads to /bolder/ moves from your opponent.
For a human, Chuuya is /remarkable/. Heâs agile, strong, he thinks on his feetâbut heâs still just that, /human/.
For a human, Chuuya is /remarkable/. Heâs agile, strong, he thinks on his feetâbut heâs still just that, /human/.
Heâs killed vampires before, yesâable to take advantage of the fact that none of them foresaw his speed, his knowledge of where to drive a stake and how to drive it inâ
Fyodor did not grant him any such opportunities.
âMy, my...what a /fascinating/ little lamb.â
Fyodor did not grant him any such opportunities.
âMy, my...what a /fascinating/ little lamb.â
Chuuya wouldâve /liked/ to say that he could have pulled off the âseductressâ role, if given the proper opportunity, but thatâs hard to argue when heâs trapped in Fyodorâs hold, the Russianâs fangs inches from his throat. âWhat the hell are you talking aboutâ?â
âOh,â Fyodor tuts softly, his fangs scraping against Chuuyaâs skin while the human cringes, trying to get away from him, but the vampireâs strength doesnât allow any give. âDazai must not even knowâhe wouldnât have put you in my grip so /easily/ If he did.â
âIf he knew what?!â
âIf he knew what?!â
âYouâve never been fed from before, /have you/, little one?â Fyodor smirks, already knowing the answer from how fast the redheadâs pulse was throbbing under his skin. âHow gentlemanly of Mori Ogai, allowing you to come of age firstâI underestimated his restraint.â
Chuuya clenches his teeth, thrashing as hard as he can, even if it only bruises his own wrists in the end. And /dammit/, why is Dazai taking so long?! âIf youâre just gonna toy with me, get it over withâor say what you mean.â
âYouâre special, Nakahara-san.â Chuuya rolls his eyes
âYouâre special, Nakahara-san.â Chuuya rolls his eyes
âIf youâre about to give me some shitty vampire movie line about how my âblood calls out to youâ or some shit, just kill me and get it over with, Iâd rather die with some dignity left.â Fyodor actually /does/ let out a snort of surprise.
âYou really are a /fearless/ one.â
âYou really are a /fearless/ one.â
âDid you think it was /odd/,â Fyodor finally continued, âthat out of the entire Nakahara family, Kouyou Ozaki soared /your/ life?â
That inspires a tense silence.
âDid you think she spared you because you were a /child/? One of Mori Ogaiâs /top/ enforcers?â
Fyodor smiles.
That inspires a tense silence.
âDid you think she spared you because you were a /child/? One of Mori Ogaiâs /top/ enforcers?â
Fyodor smiles.
âOne out of every /ten million/ humans, give or take, has blood with heightened benefits for vampiresâblood that can awaken abilities we have not possessed since the /ancient/ times. But given their rarity, they were almost impossible to find.â
Chuuya feels slightly nauseous.
Chuuya feels slightly nauseous.
âYears went on, bloodlines became more muddled, we lost track of which families carried the trait...And then,â Fyodor is dragging this out, batting Chuuya around like a cat would would with a mouse in itâs paws, âmodern medicine came along, pioneered byââ
âMori Ogai.â
âMori Ogai.â
Fyodorâs smile is slow and vindictive as Chuuya finishes the sentence for him, and he nods. âPrecisely, youâre starting to understand. He found you, I presume, sent his best attack dog to fetch you, and raised you in his coven...and, heâs going to sire you, isnât he?â
Chuuyaâs stomach is twisting, his throat is aching, and all he wants in that moment is to be /alone/, anywhere but /here/. âOr /I/ could do it, if you like.â
Chuuya snorts derisively, âOh? Youâre asking for my consent /now/?â
âIâd rather have you willing, itâs true.â
Chuuya snorts derisively, âOh? Youâre asking for my consent /now/?â
âIâd rather have you willing, itâs true.â
Chuuya opens his mouth to tell the Russian to fuck off butâ
âYou know, your flare for dramatic speeches has /always/ given the enemy too much time to catch up, but you just canât help yourself, can you, Fyoooo-dor~?â Dazai trills from the doorway. âOr should I call you /Fedya/?â
âYou know, your flare for dramatic speeches has /always/ given the enemy too much time to catch up, but you just canât help yourself, can you, Fyoooo-dor~?â Dazai trills from the doorway. âOr should I call you /Fedya/?â
That make Fyodor go still, suddenly so tense that the grip around Chuuyaâs arm is almost enough to break the bone, making the human bite his lip to hold back a cry of pain.
Dazai is /smirking/, âIâll give you creditâyour fledgling is /adorable/, gorgeous hair.â
Dazai is /smirking/, âIâll give you creditâyour fledgling is /adorable/, gorgeous hair.â
âHonestly, I didnât even think he would make good collateral at first, after all, youâre not very sentimentalâbut then I realizedâhe looks a /little bit/ like Shibusawa, doesnât he?â
Finally, at the mention of his dead mate, Fyodorâs controlled expression snaps.
Finally, at the mention of his dead mate, Fyodorâs controlled expression snaps.
âOh, Fedya,â Dazai snorts when Fyodor bares his teeth are him with a hiss, âYou canât still blame /me/ for that mess, can you? I wasnât the one who pushed him to experiment on the werebeasts.â
âYou remember what my former ability was, do you not, Dazai-san?â Fyodor hisses.
âYou remember what my former ability was, do you not, Dazai-san?â Fyodor hisses.
âI do,â Dazai confirms, very nonchalant as he watches how close the vampireâs teeth are to Chuuyaâs throat. Except he isnât. Something is different. Chuuya can tell from the dilation of his pupils, the slightly tense set of his shoulders.
Heâs hiding it, but Dazai is /furious/.
Heâs hiding it, but Dazai is /furious/.
âThen you know it would only take one bite, and it would be over.â
Dazai smiles faintly. âI do. And if you take /one bite/, your âKolyaâ dies.â
âYou cannot guarantee that he wonât die anyway.â
âHis life is of more interest to Mori, I donât give a damn, personally.â
Dazai smiles faintly. âI do. And if you take /one bite/, your âKolyaâ dies.â
âYou cannot guarantee that he wonât die anyway.â
âHis life is of more interest to Mori, I donât give a damn, personally.â
Fyodor and Dazai eye eachother for a moment, a silent battle of willsâand whatever theyâre struggling over, itâs far over Chuuyaâs head at this pointâ
But Fyodor lets him go.
The instant he does, heâs swooped up in Dazaiâs arms, too sore and shaken to even protest.
But Fyodor lets him go.
The instant he does, heâs swooped up in Dazaiâs arms, too sore and shaken to even protest.
When theyâre out of the building and back in the car, with Dazai carefully examining the bruises on Chuuyaâs arms, the redhead finally has the where-with-all to comment. âMori is going to be /furious.â
Dazai shrugs. âHe was always going to beâI had no intention of obeying.â
Dazai shrugs. âHe was always going to beâI had no intention of obeying.â
Chuuya is quiet, staring at Dazai, trying to figure out what his play is. âDid you know?â
There is a beat of silence before Dazai shakes his head. âI didnât.â
âBut you knew there was something,â Chuuya can see Dazaiâs lips quirk into a smirk, âand you wanted to figure it out.â
There is a beat of silence before Dazai shakes his head. âI didnât.â
âBut you knew there was something,â Chuuya can see Dazaiâs lips quirk into a smirk, âand you wanted to figure it out.â
âAnd I /did/,â Dazai lets Chuuya go, leaning back in his seat. âWithout getting a scratch on you.â Chuuya raises an eyebrow, and Dazai amends the statement, âMaybe a few bruises, though.â
âAnd you just...wanted to know out of the Goodness of your heart?â Chuuya raises an eyebrow
âAnd you just...wanted to know out of the Goodness of your heart?â Chuuya raises an eyebrow
âMori is always scheming,â Dazai shrugs. âSometimes itâs important, sometimes it isnâtâbut I donât like to make things easy for him.â
âAnd my learning the truth puts a wrench in things?â
âDoesnât it?â
âThe coven is the only family I haveâand running wouldnât do me any good.â
âAnd my learning the truth puts a wrench in things?â
âDoesnât it?â
âThe coven is the only family I haveâand running wouldnât do me any good.â
Dazai looks like he wants to ask moreâand Chuuya can /guess/ whatâif he still is willing to let /Mori/ be the one to change him.
Chuuya decides to fire a salvo before he can ask. âYou want to bite me, donât you?â
Dazai is too surprised hide his reaction, and itâs /satisfying/.
Chuuya decides to fire a salvo before he can ask. âYou want to bite me, donât you?â
Dazai is too surprised hide his reaction, and itâs /satisfying/.
When Dazai doesnât answer, Chuuya smirks, eager to find some semblance of control in this situation and hold onto it tightly. âYou can, if you want,â he tilts his head to the side, pushing his hair out of the way. âItâs not like Iâ!â
Heâs cut off when Dazai lunges for him.
Heâs cut off when Dazai lunges for him.
They end up sprawled across the backseat, Chuuyaâs wrists pinned over his headâand Dazaiâs fangs are /right there/, but they donât break skin. Not yet. â...What?â Chuuya smirks, arching up into Dazaiâs mouth, making the vampire hiss, â/Now/ youâre worried about pissing Mori off?â
Dazai is quiet, and Chuuya doesnât know it, but he is dizzy with want, his throat practically /burning/ for the humanâs tasteâbut somehow, he resists. âYou could say that,â Dazai leans back, against every instinct telling him to sink his teeth /in/. âI donât always push my luck.â
âRight,â Chuuya looks him up and down as he settles back on his side of the backseat, sitting up. Dazai still /wants/ it, Chuuya can tell from the tightness of his eyes, how stiff his posture is. âWell, the the offer still stands.â
In two years, Dazai doesnât take him up on it.
In two years, Dazai doesnât take him up on it.
Chuuya doesn't /tell/ anyone that he knows the truth, but Kouyou notices the distance he's suddenly putting between them--and Mori notices how warily the boy is watching him.
And as Chuuya's 21st birthday approaches, he starts looking for alternatives.
And as Chuuya's 21st birthday approaches, he starts looking for alternatives.
At first, he considers Oda. He would do it, if Chuuya asked--and the older vampire has always seemed like a decent man, one who wouldn't take advantage of having that kind of power over Chuuya--
But he's also not someone who wants to or is capable of taking a stand against Mori.
But he's also not someone who wants to or is capable of taking a stand against Mori.
And, in spite of it all, when Chuuya imagines it--Odasaku's fangs at his throat, being swept up in his arms as the last bits of his humanity fade away...there's something disappointing about the thought.
Like he's still the romantic teenager Dazai accused him of being.
Like he's still the romantic teenager Dazai accused him of being.
The night before Chuuyaâs 21st birthday, he goes missing. Itâs not unusual for the human to stray off on his own, but itâs /unheard/ of for him to skip checking in with Kouyouâparticularly leading up to such an important event.
Mori isnât willing to let him slip away so easily.
Mori isnât willing to let him slip away so easily.
âNe, bossââ Dazai drawls from his perch on Moriâs couch, his legs dangling over the arm. âMaybe it just had to go and get /stupidly/ drunk to tolerate having your mouth on him, thatâs what /I/ would doââ
âEnough, Dazai!â Mori snaps, his brow creasing. âTake this /seriously/.â
âEnough, Dazai!â Mori snaps, his brow creasing. âTake this /seriously/.â
âOh, I am.â Dazaiâs gaze flickers up, and while heâs grinning, his eyes are as sharp as ever. âChuuya wouldnât run,â he sounds almost /disappointed/, âhe wouldnât think he had anywhere to go.â
âRegardless, youâre going to find him for me before someone /else/ does.â
âRegardless, youâre going to find him for me before someone /else/ does.â
Dazai shrugs it off, rising to his feet. It shouldnât be /too/ difficult, unless the Russian is nipping at his heels again.
âOh, and Dazai?â
âHmm?â
Moriâs eyes flash dangerously. âI wonât tolerate even an /ounce/ of disobedience this time. Do you understand me?â
âOh, and Dazai?â
âHmm?â
Moriâs eyes flash dangerously. âI wonât tolerate even an /ounce/ of disobedience this time. Do you understand me?â
Dazai knows as muchâMori has been waiting and planning out Chuuyaâs transformation for over a decade now. Itâs not a plan he would allow to go awry without punishment.
It takes Dazai longer than expected to find himâit seems the human had the foresight to hide himself well.
It takes Dazai longer than expected to find himâit seems the human had the foresight to hide himself well.
Heâs still leaps and bounds ahead of the other dogs Mori put on Chuuyaâs trails, but it takes him three days to find itâan an abandoned manor deep in Eastern Europe, a lonely husk of a place.
Dazai steps through the entry, and instead of being hidden away, Chuuya is in the open.
Dazai steps through the entry, and instead of being hidden away, Chuuya is in the open.
Candles are lit, and the human is stretched out across a velvet chaise lounge, reading a book. âIt took you a minute,â Chuuya yawns, setting the book aside. âFor a second, I was worried Mori didnât send you to look for me.â
Dazai pauses, looking at Chuuya with new curiosity.
Dazai pauses, looking at Chuuya with new curiosity.
âYou planned that?â Heâs impressed. Chuuya isnât /stupid/, but heâs also never had much interest in strategies or deception.
âIâve watched you be miserable as Moriâs dog for most of my life,â Chuuya sits up, crossing his legs, âDid you think I was just going to let it happen?â
âIâve watched you be miserable as Moriâs dog for most of my life,â Chuuya sits up, crossing his legs, âDid you think I was just going to let it happen?â
â...Yes,â Dazai admitted, for once too intrigued to even make a sly commentâand the way Chuuya is looking at him isnât /helping/, itâs making heat build under his collar. âI assumed you were stubbornly loyal enough to accept it.â
âI am loyal,â Chuuya corrects, âJust not to him.â
âI am loyal,â Chuuya corrects, âJust not to him.â
âOh?â Dazai doesnât move, doesnât lift his hands from his suit pockets as Chuuya stands and walks toward him.
âIâm loyal to ane-san...Odasaku...â Chuuya fingers reach out to brush across the front of his jacket, and Dazai feels almost lightheaded. âI /could/ be loyal to you.â
âIâm loyal to ane-san...Odasaku...â Chuuya fingers reach out to brush across the front of his jacket, and Dazai feels almost lightheaded. âI /could/ be loyal to you.â
When did it become so hard to get a breath? âMe?â Dazai asks faintly, for once heâs stunned into near silence.
The fact that Chuuya is absolutely /gorgeous/ doesnât help. Heâs a flower, shrouding himself in beautiful scents and colors to hide the fact that he is /poisonous/.
The fact that Chuuya is absolutely /gorgeous/ doesnât help. Heâs a flower, shrouding himself in beautiful scents and colors to hide the fact that he is /poisonous/.
âAre you trying to seduce me so I wonât tell Mori I found you?â Dazai finally finds the gumption to speak, and heâs temptedâeven in light of his sireâs threat about disobedience.
âNo,â Chuuya lifts his chin and meets Dazaiâs gaze, and the vampire sees nothing but resolve.
âNo,â Chuuya lifts his chin and meets Dazaiâs gaze, and the vampire sees nothing but resolve.
âI want you to change me.â
The words echo for a moment, expanding to fill the spaces in Dazaiâs mind that have gone blank as he struggles to process them. Itâs stupid. Itâs dangerous. Itâs /actually/ suicidal.
âHave you lost your /mind?â
The words echo for a moment, expanding to fill the spaces in Dazaiâs mind that have gone blank as he struggles to process them. Itâs stupid. Itâs dangerous. Itâs /actually/ suicidal.
âHave you lost your /mind?â
âNo,â Chuuya isnât a frightened, tear stricken damselâhis gaze is clear and determined, devoid of an ounce of fear. His fingers slip under Dazaiâs chin, guiding the vampire to look at him. Dazai stares into a burning sea of blue, and it feels inevitable. âWe want the same thing.â
Dazai knows this is dangerousâthat Chuuya, calm as he seems, is a cornered animal. They make desperate, irrational decisions. âAnd what do we want?â
Chuuyaâs hands spread across Dazaiâs chest, his fingertips resting over his heart, long silent. âI asked about your human life.â
Chuuyaâs hands spread across Dazaiâs chest, his fingertips resting over his heart, long silent. âI asked about your human life.â
Dazai doesnât answer at first, instead he allows the human to finish his thoughtâand Chuuya doesnât make him wait long. âYou were the son of a lord. A powerful one. And a Samurai. That bit surprised meâI never took you for the warrior type.â
Dazai smiles wryly.
Dazai smiles wryly.
âThen you must also know I wasnât very successfulâor popular.â
Chuuya smiles back at him, tilting his head to the side. The movement is so causal, so natural, but it also exposes the side of his neck to the vampire, the way his pulse is throbbing under a thin layer of skin.
Chuuya smiles back at him, tilting his head to the side. The movement is so causal, so natural, but it also exposes the side of his neck to the vampire, the way his pulse is throbbing under a thin layer of skin.
âYou were cleverâand you fought to win, not to die honorably.â
âThatâs a very polite way of saying that I was a scoundrel.â
âAnd I also know,â Chuuya steps closer, and suddenly his scent is washing over Dazai, making his throat /ache/, âthat Mori orchestrated your death.â
âThatâs a very polite way of saying that I was a scoundrel.â
âAnd I also know,â Chuuya steps closer, and suddenly his scent is washing over Dazai, making his throat /ache/, âthat Mori orchestrated your death.â
Dazaiâs jaw is tight from the memory. âI never took you as the sort to have a wife, children...â Chuuya trails off, his fingers dropping away from Dazaiâs face. âI canât imagine how angry you must have been.â
Dazaiâs eyes are sharp. âOh, I think you /can/.â
Chuuya smirks.
Dazaiâs eyes are sharp. âOh, I think you /can/.â
Chuuya smirks.
âI thought for so many years that Kouyou saved my life. I could have loved with that ignorance. I could have spent an eternity blindly serving the man who ordered the deaths of my parents. But now that I /know/,â Chuuya shrugs, âI canât let that happen.â
âSo you assume that my grudge with Mori is enough to push me into helping you stage a little rebellion?â Dazai snorts derisively. âI hate himâbut I donât hate myself enough to sign up for a slow, painful demise.â
âYou wouldnât die,â Chuuya raises an eyebrow, âyou know that.â
âYou wouldnât die,â Chuuya raises an eyebrow, âyou know that.â
Dazai is silent. Because he knows he wouldnât. He knows if he turns Chuuya now, the properties of the redheadâs blood will be enough to save them both from Mori. Maybe enough to topple him, if they recruit more to the cause.
And in that sense, Chuuya isnât wrongâitâs appealing.
And in that sense, Chuuya isnât wrongâitâs appealing.
But it requires Dazai to have the emotional energy to want to /fight/ and centuries of going on, dragging himself through an immortal life he never /wanted/, has left the vampire exhausted.
âI still fail to see enough appeal.â
Chuuya sighs, leaning back on his heels.
âI still fail to see enough appeal.â
Chuuya sighs, leaning back on his heels.
âYou would also get /me/ out of it.â
/That/ brings Dazaiâs mind to a halt. â...You?â
Chuuya pushes his hair behind his ears, looking at Dazai without a hint of sheepishness. âYou want me. And...â he trails off, âWhen was the last time you wanted anything?â
Itâs a fair question
/That/ brings Dazaiâs mind to a halt. â...You?â
Chuuya pushes his hair behind his ears, looking at Dazai without a hint of sheepishness. âYou want me. And...â he trails off, âWhen was the last time you wanted anything?â
Itâs a fair question
Dazai has had lovers, yesâcountless, really. But what Chuuya is suggestingâsomething like having a /mate/, is not something Dazai has ever even considered.
To his surprise, the idea isnât completely miserable.
To his surprise, the idea isnât completely miserable.
âAnd if, when itâs all said and done , that isnât even enough for youâIâll try to murder you as painlessly as possible.â Chuuya finishes the threat with a sweet smile, andâ
And Dazai thinks heâs might be in love already.
âSo,â Chuuya lifts his chin, âwhatâs it going to be?â
And Dazai thinks heâs might be in love already.
âSo,â Chuuya lifts his chin, âwhatâs it going to be?â
Dazai tilts his head to the side, and for the space of a moment, itâs quiet. The silence grows, and Chuuyaâs insecurities expand to fill that void. For a moment, he thinks his bet has come to nothingâ
But then Dazai reaches out, taking Chuuyaâs chin between his fingertips.
But then Dazai reaches out, taking Chuuyaâs chin between his fingertips.
âIâll give you the compliment, Chuuya-kun,â Dazai purrs, licking his lips as his eyes flash red in the dim lighting. âYouâre never /boring/.â
Itâs so fast, Chuuya almost doesnât see Dazai move at all. But then his head is pulled to the side, and thereâs a sharp sting.
Itâs so fast, Chuuya almost doesnât see Dazai move at all. But then his head is pulled to the side, and thereâs a sharp sting.
Pleasure.
Chuuya never expected that would be the first thing he thought of, when a vampire fed off of him for the first timeâbut itâs here now, vibrating under his skin as he melts into Dazaiâs hold, arching his throat up into the jaws of a predator.
Chuuya never expected that would be the first thing he thought of, when a vampire fed off of him for the first timeâbut itâs here now, vibrating under his skin as he melts into Dazaiâs hold, arching his throat up into the jaws of a predator.
Dazai canât really put words to Chuuyaâs taste. Anything he comes up with seems laughably pale in comparison to the explosion of life and color sliding down his throat. Every swallow feels like a breath of lifeâand heâs surprised by how hard it is to not drain Chuuya completely.
When he finally manages to /stop/, Chuuya doesnât look pale or feeble. His face is flushed, heâs panting softly, watching Dazai with a wanting expression, andâ
Dazai canât explain what it is between them, what this pull isâbut heâs powerless to resist it now.
Dazai canât explain what it is between them, what this pull isâbut heâs powerless to resist it now.
Their first kiss is sealed with blood and harsh breaths, Chuuya moaning into Dazaiâs mouth as his fingers scratch the vampire through the fabric of his coat. âYou,â Dazai manages to speak against his lips, just barely, âare going to be the /death of me/.â
Chuuya smiles against Dazaiâs mouth, his own heart beating so hard against his chest that itâs almost hard to catch a breathâ âI certainly hope not,â Chuuya hums, leaning up on his elbows as his shirt is quickly disposed of. âI was just starting to /like/ you.â
Dazaiâs mouth slides his mouth over Chuuyaâa chin, the hollow of his throat, all the way down to his chest. And then, it finally does occur to him that heâd rather not take the human on the floor like heâs some sort of /animal/ so he lifts Chuuya up in his arms.
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Chuuyaâs legs wrap around his waist, his chest is pressed firmly against Dazaiâs, and he can feel the warmth of him though his shirt. He slams Chuuya against a wall in the hallway, grinding their hips together and making the redhead /keen/.



Chuuyaâs legs wrap around his waist, his chest is pressed firmly against Dazaiâs, and he can feel the warmth of him though his shirt. He slams Chuuya against a wall in the hallway, grinding their hips together and making the redhead /keen/.
It occurs to Dazai, however briefly, that he hasnât touched a human like this since he had been one himself. He forgot the warmth of them, the softness of their skinâand part of him wishes he wasnât about to take this /away/ from Chuuyaâ
Until Chuuya moans his name, at least.
Until Chuuya moans his name, at least.
Itâs low, almost like a reluctant admission of want dripping from his lips, and Dazai drinks it in like wine.
He drags Chuuyaâs thigh higher around his hip, his fingers splaying and tightening around the underside of his ass. âWas this what you wanted before?â
He drags Chuuyaâs thigh higher around his hip, his fingers splaying and tightening around the underside of his ass. âWas this what you wanted before?â
âBefore?â Chuuya breathes in sharply as Dazai lifts them from the wall again. In the space of a few moments theyâre in a bedroom, abandoned and filled with dust. The bed he presses Chuuya against is creaking and wornâand neither of them care.
âAfter Dostoevsky.â
âAfter Dostoevsky.â
Chuuya hums, remembering the look in Dazaiâs eye when he pinned him down in the back of the limousine, so close to taking him and /holding himself back/. âI didnât realize it at the time.â
âBut it was.â
âIt may have been. And you wanted it too, before you get smug.â
âBut it was.â
âIt may have been. And you wanted it too, before you get smug.â
Dazai doesnât deny it.
âCan you blame me?â He raises an eyebrow, his tongue tracing a slow path down Chuuyaâs navel, making the redhead gasp and squirm when he grazed close to the waist of his jeans. âItâs been /so/ long since Iâve had a proper meal.â
âCan you blame me?â He raises an eyebrow, his tongue tracing a slow path down Chuuyaâs navel, making the redhead gasp and squirm when he grazed close to the waist of his jeans. âItâs been /so/ long since Iâve had a proper meal.â
Chuuya has never been so eager to be devoured.
He bucks his hips up when Dazai tears at his pants, moving his thighs to help him, even when the vampire seems determined to just rip the denim to shreds.
Then Dazaiâs mouth is on him, and Chuuya is /writhing/.
He bucks his hips up when Dazai tears at his pants, moving his thighs to help him, even when the vampire seems determined to just rip the denim to shreds.
Then Dazaiâs mouth is on him, and Chuuya is /writhing/.
Chuuya always imagined vampires as cold creaturesâbut the inside of Dazaiâs mouth is /warm/, enough so that Chuuya has to bite the back of his own hand to keep quiet, iron flooding his mouth as he breaks skin.
âAh, ah, ah...â Dazai pulls off with a wet /pop/. âGive that here.â
âAh, ah, ah...â Dazai pulls off with a wet /pop/. âGive that here.â
For a moment, Chuuya doesnât quite understand what he meansâbut then Dazai is reaching up for his hand, sliding his tongue over the bite marks, lapping up every drop that escapes. âWe made a bargain, little humanââ he purrs, releasing Chuuyaâs fingers âevery drop of you is mine.â
Chuuyaâs fingers drop back against the mattress, shaking slightly from the stimulation. Heâs spent most of his life as glorified livestock, a sacrificial lamb raised for the slaughterâ
But right now, he feels /alive/, ironicâsince these are the last minutes of his human life.
But right now, he feels /alive/, ironicâsince these are the last minutes of his human life.
Dazai is almost /sadistic/ about it, working his mouth over Chuuyaâs cock until the human is /almost/ on the edge, only to pull back and kiss at his thighs, occasionally biting, making the redhead yelp when he breaks skin and drinks from him even more.
âD.../Dazai/ââ
âD.../Dazai/ââ
Dazaiâs lips leave a burning trail up his body as he finds Chuuyaâs lips again, and now the human is tugging at his coat impatiently. Dazai smiles, slightly indulgent as he slides it off, tossing it aside as Chuuya frantically works at the buttons of his shirt. âYes, my dear?â
Chuuyaâs teeth are clenched as he reveals more and more of Dazaiâs body, his fingernails scraping over the muscles of his chest and stomach as he pulls his shirt open, forcing Dazai to shrug out of it, allowing it to fall to the floor in a cloud of silk. â/Hurry up/, dammitâ!â
âI /am/ hurrying, you knowââ Dazai chuckles, his fingers tracing over Chuuyaâs body, teasing on nipple with a sudden pinch, making the human arch and gasp, âBut as far as I understand, you havenât had the chance to have many partners, have you?â
Chuuya is scarlet and /glaring/.
Chuuya is scarlet and /glaring/.
âIâm an /adult/,â Chuuya snarls, raiding up on his elbows. âIâve been of age for /years/ nowââ
âI know,â Dazai hums, âbut you donât exactly get allowed /out/ often, do you?â
Not without Kouyou breathing down his neck to look after his safety, /no/.
âIâve /had sex/.â
âI know,â Dazai hums, âbut you donât exactly get allowed /out/ often, do you?â
Not without Kouyou breathing down his neck to look after his safety, /no/.
âIâve /had sex/.â
âI know,â Dazai repeats, lowering his mouth to wrap around Chuuyaâs nipple, twisting his tongue in a delicious, decisively /sinful/ way that forces out a strangled whimper. âBut not like /this/.â
Chuuya canât argue with that.
Dazai turns the act of touch itself into an /art/.
Chuuya canât argue with that.
Dazai turns the act of touch itself into an /art/.
Heâs kissing a slow, winding path down Chuuyaâs stomach, pressing the redheadâs thighs until his muscles are strainingâand then his fingers are /there/ slick, even though Chuuya doesnât remember when the vampire had time to pull out any lubeâ
And then heâs /inside/.
And then heâs /inside/.
Chuuya wasnât kiddingâhe /has/ had sex before, giving and receivingâbut itâs never felt /like this/. Dazaiâs fingers practically coax him open, stroking his insides with maddening precision.
He brushes Chuuyaâs prostate while biting down on his hip, and Chuuya is seeing stars.
He brushes Chuuyaâs prostate while biting down on his hip, and Chuuya is seeing stars.
Dazai can feel Chuuyaâs thighs trembling under his touch, and it makes him /hungry/. The feeling isnât so different from having a rabbit clutched in his jawsâor maybe that isnât true.
Rabbits donât push, manipulate, and /demand/.
But Dazai finds he rather likes it all the same.
Rabbits donât push, manipulate, and /demand/.
But Dazai finds he rather likes it all the same.
âAre you /always/ so responsive?â Dazai muses, leaning back to watch the way Chuuyaâs hips spasm with every twitch of his fingers, like a marionette on a string.
Chuuyaâs hands clench into fists next to his head, his breaths coming out in soft, heated pants.
Chuuyaâs hands clench into fists next to his head, his breaths coming out in soft, heated pants.
âIâd ask if youâre always this smug,â Chuuya growls, wrapping one leg around Dazaiâs shoulders, his heel digging into his spine as he arches again with a soft cry, âbut I already /know/ that.â
Dazai responds by adding another finger all too suddenly, eliciting a sharp cry.
Dazai responds by adding another finger all too suddenly, eliciting a sharp cry.
âYou know,â Dazai presses his palm flat against Chuuyaâs stomach, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the redheadâs cock as it jumps under his attentions, âitâs that attitude that always made me think you didnât /like me/ much.â
âI never said I /did/ like you.â
âI never said I /did/ like you.â
âIt seems strange, thenâto put yourself in this position.â Dazai muses, adding another finger. Really, he could move on from it nowâthe transformation will heal any injuries Chuuya sustains in the process, butâ
Dazai /likes/ playing with his food.
Dazai /likes/ playing with his food.
It only takes one answer from Chuuya to throw him off balance.
âI always trusted you.â
Itâs strange to hear. Out of everyone in the coven, Dazai could say with confidence he and Chuuya had always been...distant from one another, and that had been Dazaiâs own choice.
âI always trusted you.â
Itâs strange to hear. Out of everyone in the coven, Dazai could say with confidence he and Chuuya had always been...distant from one another, and that had been Dazaiâs own choice.
Ever since the end of his human life, Dazai has avoided them. Maybe because of his jealousy over their ability to dieâmaybe because of his fear that they eventually would.
Watching Chuuya grow, time sculpting him from a curious child to a dangerous manâwas uniquely unpleasant.
Watching Chuuya grow, time sculpting him from a curious child to a dangerous manâwas uniquely unpleasant.
Dazai hadnât seen him as much more than a beautiful little time bomb. A butterfly emerging from a crysalis, one that would wilt and die, and leave Odasaku and Kouyou to mourne him. He wasnât a person, so much as a future liability.
Dazai realizes now, what Chuuya must have seen.
Dazai realizes now, what Chuuya must have seen.
Dazai was the one that never lied to himâand the only one that would ever /tell/ the human when he was being used.
Now, Dazai thinks, all the things that made Chuuya so beautiful and dreadful, have ceased to be liabilities at all.
And, maybe, this could be more than convenience
Now, Dazai thinks, all the things that made Chuuya so beautiful and dreadful, have ceased to be liabilities at all.
And, maybe, this could be more than convenience
Suddenly, the appeal of Chuuyaâs original offer is far more than just a break from the monotony, an opportunity to break the leash Mori has on him.
Now, Dazai thinks he is going to /enjoy/ this.
Now, Dazai thinks he is going to /enjoy/ this.
Chuuya isnât sure whatâs gotten into Dazaiâs head when the vampire goes silent for a moment, his fingers still inside of himâbut when he opens his mouth to ask, those fingers are /gone/.
âDazai, I swear toâ/hey/!â
âDazai, I swear toâ/hey/!â
Suddenly, heâs being lifted like he weighs nothing, being spun around and sat in Dazaiâs lap, facing away from the vampire as he leans back against the headboard, his shoulders to Dazaiâs chest.
The vampireâs cock is sliding against his between his thighs, and Chuuya shudders.
The vampireâs cock is sliding against his between his thighs, and Chuuya shudders.
âLook,â Dazai hums, his nose brushing along the bite on Chuuyaâs neck, lazily lapping at the drops of blood that are still welling up. âWhat do you think?â
Chuuya raises his eyes warily, chest heaving with quick breathsâ
Thereâs a mirror in the corner, facing the bed.
Chuuya raises his eyes warily, chest heaving with quick breathsâ
Thereâs a mirror in the corner, facing the bed.
One commonly held misconception is that vampires donât have reflections. Chuuya almost wishes that were the case, because maybe /then/ he wouldnât feel so wrecked right now.
Dazaiâs form seems to almost envelope his own, wrapped around Chuuya like a python, squeezing closer.
Dazaiâs form seems to almost envelope his own, wrapped around Chuuya like a python, squeezing closer.
His face, /god, his face/ is painfully handsome, smirking, a trail of red running from the corner of his mouth all the way to his chin. His eyes are burning scarlet in the darkness, and it makes Chuuyaâs stomach /twist/ with want.
âIt looks like...â Chuuyaâs eyes flutter âLikeââ
âIt looks like...â Chuuyaâs eyes flutter âLikeââ
ââyou want me.â Chuuya can see it in the manâs eyesâa desire he only perceived as /hunger/ before, but now itâs something /more/.
Dazaiâs hand trails down Chuuyaâs stomach, grasping their cocks roughly and stroking them together, making Chuuyaâs toes curl. âI /do/.â
Dazaiâs hand trails down Chuuyaâs stomach, grasping their cocks roughly and stroking them together, making Chuuyaâs toes curl. âI /do/.â
Chuuyaâs head falls back against Dazaiâs chest, the height difference between them substantial enough that he canât meet his shoulder.
Dazai grasps his chin, bending down to bring their mouths together, sliding his tongue against Chuuyaâs until the redhead is /melting/.
Dazai grasps his chin, bending down to bring their mouths together, sliding his tongue against Chuuyaâs until the redhead is /melting/.
âAnd what do /you/ want, little human?â The very noun in that sentence is about to changeâbut Chuuya knows that isnât what the man is referring to, andâ
Chuuya canât even form a full sentence.
ââIâ/inside me/ââ Dazai is a storm, rumbling against his back.
Chuuya canât even form a full sentence.
ââIâ/inside me/ââ Dazai is a storm, rumbling against his back.
âI think itâs time for your first lesson in being a vampire, darling,â Dazai purrs, using his hold on Chuuyaâs chin to force him to turn his head, to look back at himself in the mirror, âwe /take/ what we want.â
Chuuyaâs lips part, flushed and swollen.
/Oh/.
Chuuyaâs lips part, flushed and swollen.
/Oh/.
He raises his hips, slightly unsteady, his thighs trembling from the constant tensionâhe can feel Dazai reaching down to guide the head of his cock towards Chuuyaâs entrance, andâ
And Chuuya sinks /down/.
Slowly, his chest heavingâand Dazai doesnât allow him to look away.
And Chuuya sinks /down/.
Slowly, his chest heavingâand Dazai doesnât allow him to look away.
Dazai feels impossibly /good/ when heâs fully seated inside him, a burning stretch, an acheâand Chuuya needs /more. He shifts forward until heâs on his knees, reaching back to thread his fingers through Dazaiâs hairâ
And he starts to /move/.
And he starts to /move/.
Itâs slow at first, with the human pausing to steady himself several timesâbut a rhythm starts to build, one with a subtle crescendoâand Dazai is moving his hips up into Chuuyaâs, andâ
Chuuya canât see, canât think, he just wants /more/, and his body is blindly moving towards it
Chuuya canât see, canât think, he just wants /more/, and his body is blindly moving towards it
He watches in the mirror, breathless, as Dazai raises his own wrist to his lips, breaking the skin thereâand he reaches around to offer it to his newfound partner.
Chuuya /stares/.
His entire life has been building up to /this/, and it feels almost /too/ natural.
Chuuya /stares/.
His entire life has been building up to /this/, and it feels almost /too/ natural.
Dazai presses his hand closer, not forcing Chuuyaâbut rather reminding him that their time is not /infinite/âand the human leans in, his tongue reaches outâ
Itâs iron and salt, slightly acidic running down Chuuyaâs throat. He grimaces, focusing on the pleasure, and thenâ
Itâs iron and salt, slightly acidic running down Chuuyaâs throat. He grimaces, focusing on the pleasure, and thenâ
And then it feels like Chuuyaâs entire body is on /fire/. Itâs on the border between pain and pleasureâbut itâs all /too much/. His body goes rigid on top of Dazaiâs, his breathes rattling out of him as he tries to work through the pain.
Dazaiâs hands still feel so /heavy/.
Dazaiâs hands still feel so /heavy/.
âDonât stop,â Dazai hisses, launching them forward so Chuuya falls forward on his hands and knees. Dazaiâs hand is over his mouth, and more blood is dripping downâand the heat is getting /worse/. Chuuya whimpers, he tries to wrench his head away, but Dazai holds him in place.
âThe more you drink, the quicker it goes,â Dazai explains, still rolling his hips into Chuuyaâs. And that /does/ helpâevery bump of Dazaiâs cock against his prostate jars him back to attention, takes his mind off of the fire raging under his skin.
Chuuya /whines/, but he obeys.
Chuuya /whines/, but he obeys.
Chuuya finds himself in what almost feels like a drunken haze, drinking from Dazaiâs wrist, cringing at the taste, rocking back into Dazaiâs thrusts, almost mindless from the intensity of itâ
And then, the taste stops being so /bitter/ and it starts to be...
...Good?
And then, the taste stops being so /bitter/ and it starts to be...
...Good?
What Chuuya does not know, at this timeânor does Dazai, because heâs never sired another vampire himselfâis that itâs not /common practice/ to go through a transformation during sex, and that whatâs about to come next is nothing short ofâ
Well, it can only be called a /frenzy/.
Well, it can only be called a /frenzy/.
Chuuya groans, low and guttural as he starts drinking /more/, his tongue lapping eagerly, trying to get every single drop down his throat, but it isnât enoughâ
Itâs simultaneously the /sweetest/ thing heâs ever tasted without being too rich, sizzling on his tongue.
Itâs simultaneously the /sweetest/ thing heâs ever tasted without being too rich, sizzling on his tongue.
He glances up into the mirror again, and in a distant way, Chuuya can see that he looks /different/. His face is slightly sharper, just a little more felineâhis skin is completely smoothâ
And his eyes are a burning shade of red, even brighter than Dazaiâs.
And his eyes are a burning shade of red, even brighter than Dazaiâs.
And the sight of Dazai, completely surrounding him, the muscles of his arms and shoulders coiling and releasing as he thrusts into Chuuyaâ
It makes something in the pit of Chuuyaâs stomach, something animalistic and unfamiliar, /snarl/.
His fangs, needle sharp, sink in.
It makes something in the pit of Chuuyaâs stomach, something animalistic and unfamiliar, /snarl/.
His fangs, needle sharp, sink in.
Dazai gasps at the sharp sting in his palm, glancing down to see the newfound fledgeling drinking from him eagerly. And it occurs to him, distantly at first, that this is the first time heâs willingly shared his blood with /anyone/.
And the sight of it...
Makes him almost feral
And the sight of it...
Makes him almost feral
Dazai leans down, sinking his teeth into Chuuyaâs neck /again/, and for a time they stay like that, writhing together in a heapâ
But Chuuya needs /more/.
The first time he tries to throw Dazai off, the older vampire pins his wrists with a snarl, slamming in so hard that itâ
But Chuuya needs /more/.
The first time he tries to throw Dazai off, the older vampire pins his wrists with a snarl, slamming in so hard that itâ
âmakes the fledgling /scream/ from the pleasure, his entire body trembling from the force of it.
But the /second time/, Chuuya succeeds.
Dazai falls back against the mattress with a soft yelp of surprise, and Chuuya is back on him in an instant.
But the /second time/, Chuuya succeeds.
Dazai falls back against the mattress with a soft yelp of surprise, and Chuuya is back on him in an instant.
His nails, longer and sharper now, leave red lines across Dazaiâs chest as he straddles his waist, sinking down on the manâs cock so suddenly, so viciously, that Dazaiâs hands fly to Chuuyaâs hips to steady himself. His grip is so tight, it /should/ have shattered his pelvis.
But Chuuya isnât /breakable/ anymore, and instead he simply hisses with delight, his fingers twisting in Dazaiâs hair as he yanks the older vampire up, sinking his teeth into his neck.
And Chuuya /groans/, because now, finally, the rush of blood filling his mouth is /enough/.
And Chuuya /groans/, because now, finally, the rush of blood filling his mouth is /enough/.
Dazai takes that opportunity, with the fledgling happily drinking from his neck, to use his grip on the other manâs hips to set an /inhuman/ pace, slamming up into the redhead until heâs a screaming, overstimulated Ness in his armsâ
And to be honest, Dazai isnât much better off.
And to be honest, Dazai isnât much better off.
Their climaxes come so close together that itâs hard to distinguish one from the otherâand Chuuya is certain he /must/ have fainted at some point, because he wakes up in a heap against the mattress, trembling and panting as Dazai traces patterns into his back work his fingertips.
Chuuya lifts his chin, rolling into his back to look up at his newfound partner, who takes that opportunity to slide on top of him, nuzzling his nose into his neck appreciatively.
âWas that...â Chuuya pants, trying to think, âWhat you meant when you said it would be different?â
âWas that...â Chuuya pants, trying to think, âWhat you meant when you said it would be different?â
Dazai snorts, shaking his head. âI meant it would be.../intense/, but no.â His arms wrap around Chuuyaâs middle, and the redhead finds that he doesnât /mind/, actually...
...Itâs /nice/.
âTo be honest, Iâve never experienced that before myself.â
Now /Chuuya/ looks smug.
...Itâs /nice/.
âTo be honest, Iâve never experienced that before myself.â
Now /Chuuya/ looks smug.
âIâll go easy on you next time, old man.â That statement draws another snort from the older vampire, who deigns to punish Chuuya with a light nip over his artery.
âWe donât have much time, you know. I was supposed to have you back by sunrise.â
Chuuya sighs.
âWe donât have much time, you know. I was supposed to have you back by sunrise.â
Chuuya sighs.
âWell, you /ruined/ my jeans.â Chuuya grumbles, pushing the taller man off as he sits up with a groan, his head spinning.
âEasy there,â Dazai rolls his eyes, pushing himself up. âYou wonât get your bearings for a few days.â He picks up his /own clothes/, very much intact.
âEasy there,â Dazai rolls his eyes, pushing himself up. âYou wonât get your bearings for a few days.â He picks up his /own clothes/, very much intact.
Heâs buttoning up his shirt, rolling his sleeves up with a lazy grace that makes Chuuyaâs stomach churn, but itâs not like he can /do anything/ about it right nowâ
âYou can wear /this/,â he tosses Chuuya his coat, âto the car. Iâll pick something up for you later.â
âYou can wear /this/,â he tosses Chuuya his coat, âto the car. Iâll pick something up for you later.â
Chuuya frowns, pulling the dark trench coat around his body. The sleeves slip over his wrists and itâs comically longâbut itâs better than being naked.
Heâs trying to fix the irredeemable mess that is his hair when he notices Dazai staring, his expression unreadable.
â...What?â
Heâs trying to fix the irredeemable mess that is his hair when he notices Dazai staring, his expression unreadable.
â...What?â
Dazai reaches forward, cupping Chuuyaâs cheek with his hand. The fledgling surprises himself by leaning into it, so eagerly that he may as well have been purring like a /cat/. âThe color,â Dazai swipes his thumb under Chuuyaâs eye lightly, âItâll take a few months to come back.â
Chuuya blinks with confusion, but when he glances in mirror, he remembers their new scarlet color, not his typical blue. âAre they too noticeable?
âNothing a pair of sunglasses canât hide, but...â Dazai trails off with a sigh.
âBut what?â
âI liked them the way they were.â
âNothing a pair of sunglasses canât hide, but...â Dazai trails off with a sigh.
âBut what?â
âI liked them the way they were.â
Chuuya pauses in surprise, a faint blush creeping over his cheeks. â...Well,â Dazai signs, straightening up. âWe need to get going.â
Chuuya stumbles after him, his legs almost like jelly as they go to leave the mansion. âWhere are we gonna go first?â
Dazai stops to think.
Chuuya stumbles after him, his legs almost like jelly as they go to leave the mansion. âWhere are we gonna go first?â
Dazai stops to think.
âRussia, I suppose.â Chuuya raises an eyebrow.
â/Really/?â
âMori has enemies thereâand as you May recall, a few of them owe me a favor.â
Chuuya nods, hands tightening around Dazaiâs cost as they make it to the car.
âAnd your special ability...is it back already?â
â/Really/?â
âMori has enemies thereâand as you May recall, a few of them owe me a favor.â
Chuuya nods, hands tightening around Dazaiâs cost as they make it to the car.
âAnd your special ability...is it back already?â
âI think so,â Dazai muses. âBut unless someone manages to steal your blood, we shouldnât /need mine/. Iâm more curious to see what yours is.â
Chuuya looks down at his hands as he climbs into the passenger seat, tilting his head to the side.
He doesnât feel /that/ different.
Chuuya looks down at his hands as he climbs into the passenger seat, tilting his head to the side.
He doesnât feel /that/ different.
Stronger, yes, faster, sharperâbut he doesnât feel like he has /super powers/ or something.
âAnd what about the othersââ
âChuuya,â Dazai chuckles, reaching over to take his partnerâs hand as they pull away from the mansion, driving into the night. âThis was /your plan/.â
âAnd what about the othersââ
âChuuya,â Dazai chuckles, reaching over to take his partnerâs hand as they pull away from the mansion, driving into the night. âThis was /your plan/.â
Chuuya contemplates that, but when Dazai raises his hand to his lips to press kisses across his knuckles, everything feel a little /fuzzy/. âNow you just have to carry it out.â Dazai letâs just hand go, âDo you trust me?â
Chuuya stares at his hand.
Chuuya stares at his hand.
His eyes keep flickering to the side sheepishly, examining Dazaiâs face. Heâs starting to realize now that his fascination ran /deeper/ than he thought, and that it isnât going away.
âI always have.â
And, as Chuuya would learn over the centuries with his mateâhe always /would/.
âI always have.â
And, as Chuuya would learn over the centuries with his mateâhe always /would/.
//THE END