all night long/kink bingo fill
Title: All Night Long
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- vampires, and blood, and also mirrors
Word Count: 965
Summary: You must bleed.
Notes: One time I wrote a vampire AU, and then I got bloodplay as a square on my kink_bingo card. This happened.
It's a Tuesday night, and Nakamaru has the flat to himself. At least, he does until there's a rattling at the door. He mutes the documentary he's watching and waits, wondering if Junno's come back from hunting at night clubs and has forgotten how locks work.
"Dammit," a voice mutters, and Nakamaru actually gets up to open the door. He's only slightly surprised to find Koki on his doorstep. "Thanks, Yucchi," he says as he slips in under his arm.
Nakamaru smiles, wondering what's brought Koki to his doorstep. Usually Junno was involved in that. He shuts the door and locks it again. By the time he returns to the couch, Koki has taken his spot and turned the television off. He's smirking, and Nakamaru knows he's in for it.
"Yucchi," he murmurs sweetly. He's already tossed his shirt to the side, and his jeans are halfway down his thighs. "Let's play."
Nakamaru's throat seems to dry up as he watches Koki strip. If he focuses hard enough, he can see the rush of blood through Koki's veins; the skin on the insides of his wrists is especially thin. It has been a while since he’s had any sort of fresh blood, and the past few times Koki’s visited have been relatively free of blood loss on his part.
“Come along then.” Nakamaru walks down the short bit of hallway to his bedroom, a little surprised that he gets to have Koki all to himself for once.
“I wanna watch when you do it,” Koki says as he crawls onto Nakamaru’s bed. That stops him short, his shirt halfway over his head.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I want to watch when you bite me. I want to see the little drops well up when you pull away, and the way I stain your mouth.”
Nakamaru nods, the images burning the backs of his eyelids. He finishes undressing and grabs the lube from his bedside table, just in case, and then pats the end of the bed. Koki scoots down, rumpling the sheets with every move, and lays there, arms stretched out above his head. “Sit up, or you won’t see a thing.”
Koki complies, a wicked glint in his eyes. Nakamaru settles behind him, pleased when Koki gets up to sit in his lap properly. The dresser mirror is low, low enough to show the shameless way Koki spreads his legs open, and Nakamaru can’t help to run a palm down his belly and around his cock. Koki twitches in his hand and leans his head back, arching his neck prettily.
Nakamaru buries his face in the junction of Koki’s neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He still smells like that peculiar thunderstorm sweetness. “I hope you’re ready,” he whispers, tracing his tongue along Koki’s jugular vein. He’s trembling a little, but he still nods.
That’s all the warning he gives before biting down, and Koki stiffens in his hold. His heart hammers against his ribs, and Nakamaru can feel it in the arm he’s got wrapped around Koki’s middle, as well as in the vein pulsing against his lips. He drinks more sloppily than he normally would, drawing back after a few swallows.
Just like Koki had asked, Nakamaru’s lips are stained red. He moans when he meets Nakamaru’s eyes in the mirror, and it’s almost as delicious as his blood. Before the bite marks can clot off, Nakamaru prods them, almost milking them. They ooze a little more, and instead of licking his fingers clean himself, he holds them to Koki’s lips.
Koki blinks in surprise, but it doesn’t last long. His tongue flicks out, tentative at first, but quickly turns enthusiastic. Nakamaru watches their reflection and wonders if Koki would keep sucking like that if he pushed him to the floor, between his knees. Instead of acting on it, he pulls his fingers from Koki’s mouth, drinking in his whimper as if it were blood too.
Carefully, Nakamaru scratches at the marks he’d left, eking just a little more from them. He lets it trickle down Koki’s chest as he wraps his hand around him again. It’s a little sticky from the drying blood and saliva, but Koki’s hips still rock up when Nakamaru starts to jerk him. He’s rough and fast, almost impatient, but he wants it to be that way; Koki likes it, if his moans are any indication.
Nakamaru slows down, just a tiny bit, twisting his wrist with each upstroke. Koki’s fingers dig into his thighs; if Nakamaru didn’t have his arm around him, he’s sure Koki would be trying his best to claw and take over. As it is, he gasps and whines, struggling to get more friction. Only when Koki finally breaks and asks nicely does he indulge.
“Watch yourself.” Nakamaru speaks softly, low enough to hypnotize, and waits for Koki to fall apart. It only takes a few more strokes, and then he’s shuddering and moaning in the back of his throat. His eyes are fever bright and his cheeks flushed, and he slumps in Nakamaru’s hold. For a few moments, Nakamaru lets Koki recover himself, and then he gently eases him up.
Koki crawls back to the center of Nakamaru’s bed, careful not to get any blood on the sheets. Nakamaru rises and rinses his hands off before returning to lap his mess up. Koki’s eyes flutter shut when Nakamaru presses the flat of his tongue against his chest, and he laughs a little when Nakamaru follows the trail back to its source. He’s careful not to reopen the wound, even though it’s tiny, and Koki’s fingers trail down his arm.
Koki smiles at him as he fusses with the spare blankets, and Nakamaru is selfishly glad he spent the evening in.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- vampires, and blood, and also mirrors
Word Count: 965
Summary: You must bleed.
Notes: One time I wrote a vampire AU, and then I got bloodplay as a square on my kink_bingo card. This happened.
It's a Tuesday night, and Nakamaru has the flat to himself. At least, he does until there's a rattling at the door. He mutes the documentary he's watching and waits, wondering if Junno's come back from hunting at night clubs and has forgotten how locks work.
"Dammit," a voice mutters, and Nakamaru actually gets up to open the door. He's only slightly surprised to find Koki on his doorstep. "Thanks, Yucchi," he says as he slips in under his arm.
Nakamaru smiles, wondering what's brought Koki to his doorstep. Usually Junno was involved in that. He shuts the door and locks it again. By the time he returns to the couch, Koki has taken his spot and turned the television off. He's smirking, and Nakamaru knows he's in for it.
"Yucchi," he murmurs sweetly. He's already tossed his shirt to the side, and his jeans are halfway down his thighs. "Let's play."
Nakamaru's throat seems to dry up as he watches Koki strip. If he focuses hard enough, he can see the rush of blood through Koki's veins; the skin on the insides of his wrists is especially thin. It has been a while since he’s had any sort of fresh blood, and the past few times Koki’s visited have been relatively free of blood loss on his part.
“Come along then.” Nakamaru walks down the short bit of hallway to his bedroom, a little surprised that he gets to have Koki all to himself for once.
“I wanna watch when you do it,” Koki says as he crawls onto Nakamaru’s bed. That stops him short, his shirt halfway over his head.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I want to watch when you bite me. I want to see the little drops well up when you pull away, and the way I stain your mouth.”
Nakamaru nods, the images burning the backs of his eyelids. He finishes undressing and grabs the lube from his bedside table, just in case, and then pats the end of the bed. Koki scoots down, rumpling the sheets with every move, and lays there, arms stretched out above his head. “Sit up, or you won’t see a thing.”
Koki complies, a wicked glint in his eyes. Nakamaru settles behind him, pleased when Koki gets up to sit in his lap properly. The dresser mirror is low, low enough to show the shameless way Koki spreads his legs open, and Nakamaru can’t help to run a palm down his belly and around his cock. Koki twitches in his hand and leans his head back, arching his neck prettily.
Nakamaru buries his face in the junction of Koki’s neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He still smells like that peculiar thunderstorm sweetness. “I hope you’re ready,” he whispers, tracing his tongue along Koki’s jugular vein. He’s trembling a little, but he still nods.
That’s all the warning he gives before biting down, and Koki stiffens in his hold. His heart hammers against his ribs, and Nakamaru can feel it in the arm he’s got wrapped around Koki’s middle, as well as in the vein pulsing against his lips. He drinks more sloppily than he normally would, drawing back after a few swallows.
Just like Koki had asked, Nakamaru’s lips are stained red. He moans when he meets Nakamaru’s eyes in the mirror, and it’s almost as delicious as his blood. Before the bite marks can clot off, Nakamaru prods them, almost milking them. They ooze a little more, and instead of licking his fingers clean himself, he holds them to Koki’s lips.
Koki blinks in surprise, but it doesn’t last long. His tongue flicks out, tentative at first, but quickly turns enthusiastic. Nakamaru watches their reflection and wonders if Koki would keep sucking like that if he pushed him to the floor, between his knees. Instead of acting on it, he pulls his fingers from Koki’s mouth, drinking in his whimper as if it were blood too.
Carefully, Nakamaru scratches at the marks he’d left, eking just a little more from them. He lets it trickle down Koki’s chest as he wraps his hand around him again. It’s a little sticky from the drying blood and saliva, but Koki’s hips still rock up when Nakamaru starts to jerk him. He’s rough and fast, almost impatient, but he wants it to be that way; Koki likes it, if his moans are any indication.
Nakamaru slows down, just a tiny bit, twisting his wrist with each upstroke. Koki’s fingers dig into his thighs; if Nakamaru didn’t have his arm around him, he’s sure Koki would be trying his best to claw and take over. As it is, he gasps and whines, struggling to get more friction. Only when Koki finally breaks and asks nicely does he indulge.
“Watch yourself.” Nakamaru speaks softly, low enough to hypnotize, and waits for Koki to fall apart. It only takes a few more strokes, and then he’s shuddering and moaning in the back of his throat. His eyes are fever bright and his cheeks flushed, and he slumps in Nakamaru’s hold. For a few moments, Nakamaru lets Koki recover himself, and then he gently eases him up.
Koki crawls back to the center of Nakamaru’s bed, careful not to get any blood on the sheets. Nakamaru rises and rinses his hands off before returning to lap his mess up. Koki’s eyes flutter shut when Nakamaru presses the flat of his tongue against his chest, and he laughs a little when Nakamaru follows the trail back to its source. He’s careful not to reopen the wound, even though it’s tiny, and Koki’s fingers trail down his arm.
Koki smiles at him as he fusses with the spare blankets, and Nakamaru is selfishly glad he spent the evening in.