Eternally in Debt - Chapter Three
Title: Eternally in Debt
Author: biancamasuda
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Ryo Nishikido×Takahisa Masuda, Takahisa Masuda×Yuya Tegoshi
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: WHAT THE HECK IS A DISCLAIMER? Just kidding. There's a dictionary.com, did you know that?
Summary: Takahisa Masuda finds himself stuck in a very difficult relationship with Ryo Nishikido. But after lending a bit of his blood to a man (Yuya Tegoshi) he did not know to be a Vampire, Takahisa finds himself responding to a Vampire that believes that he is eternally in debt to Takahisa for his life.
Damnit. I was planning on some more damn action in this. Well like. NOT THAT KIND OF ACTION. Even though there IS that kind of action. WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT.
JUST READ, K? =D
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[One] 'I will serve you for as long as you live.'
[Two] 'Could it be possible for a human to own such eyes?'
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“Your friend has a lot of nerve.” Ryo said in a deadly whisper, advancing towards Takahisa. His cheek was already bruised. Yuya’s punch must have been hard.
“I-I’m s-sorry, sweetie…he’s actually r-really nice. I don’t know why he did that!” Takahisa stepped back slowly, afraid of the look in his other half’s eyes.
“He. Will. Never. Come. In. This. House. Again. Do you understand?”
Takahisa’s back hit the wall. He almost wanted to just sink and cower, but he stopped himself, deciding to look straight in Ryo’s deep, black eyes.
“Y-Yes.” He whimpered so quietly, a mouse probably wouldn’t have been able to hear that.
“I said, do you understand?!” Ryo’s slim fingers drowned in Takahisa’s dark hair, his hand making a fist. Takahisa yelped in pain, hair tugged away from his head between Ryo’s fingers.
Takahisa croaked out a pained, and louder “Yes.”
“Good.”
Takahisa looked into Ryo’s eyes one more time before closing his own, startled at the smile playing upon Ryo’s lips, expecting a hand to strike his face.
To his surprise, lips were upon his own, his hair still being painfully pulled by Ryo’s strong hand.
Ryo’s lips muffled a cry of surprise, as Takahisa opened his eyes, stunned. Ryo’s eyes were open, a sneer detailed through them.
Takahisa was almost as frightened as he was horny as Ryo’s free, single hand expertly unbuttoned the helpless man’s jeans, and slithered down, sandwiched between Takahisa’s boxers and skin.
He shrieked a cry of utmost agony, as Ryo neglected his lips and made their way to Takahisa’s neck, Ryo’s teeth making sure he was either receiving extreme pain, or extreme pleasure.
Ryo’s talent at multitasking with both hands, and his mouth drove Takahisa over the edge, the pleasure finally overcoming the torture, as an ecstatic moan escaped his lips. He sunk to the ground, but not for fear. Stars obscured his vision.
He felt something trickle against his shoulder. Was that blood? Nah. Takahisa could hardly see. He felt sick, weak, and satisfied all at the same time. Ryo was really good at this. It was always like this.
“Ryo…?” Takahisa was sure he heard himself mumble, as Ryo dragged him to the bed.
“Just shut the hell up and go to sleep.” Ryo tucked Takahisa comfortably under the covers, joining him.
“I’m sorry, Ryo. I won’t bring anyone over anymore.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. Shut up.”
“Goodnight, then.” Takahisa thought to himself, almost passing out immediately.
××××××××
“Eurghhh.” Takahisa grumbled, his mind still groggy, his eyes not even bothering to open.
He felt for Ryo beside him on the bed. But no one was there. He finally opened his eyes.
“Babe?!” He frowned. Instead of Ryo, a tiny note in tiny writing sat on top of the pillow.
Good morning!
I got an invitation to a high class party tonight. Open bar, too, so we’re not missing out. Find something nice to wear, or I’ll kill you.
I’ll pick you up at six.
Love you, baby!
-Ryo
Takahisa sighed. He hated going to parties with Ryo, because he’d end up being neglected anyway. But it’s always a good thing if Ryo wants him to come, so he wouldn’t miss it for the world.
He forced himself out of bed, and stretched, yawning loudly, making his way into the bathroom to rinse his mouth and wash his face.
“Wow.” He said aloud. “That was blood.” His reflection stared back at him, dried blood that dripped down his neck onto his shoulders stained his skin, and even a bit of his t-shirt.
Takahisa simply grinned, washing it off casually. Ryo was always rough like that, he was almost used to it. He was used to it.
After taking a lazy ten minutes just to toast a piece of bread, and put butter on it, he slumped onto the couch, turning on the TV, the plate of toast in his hand.
“Blech…the only things on TV this early in the morning are lame romance dramas.”
He ended up settling on a drama called, ‘Matador of Love’ and got quite into it, actually. He truly had nothing to do.
He caught on to the story after a few flashbacks, proving this episode to be a filler. The story was about an older man and a younger woman that fell in love and got married, but after a few years, the man ended up being quite violent and hard on the woman. She ends up having an affair with a mysterious man, and falling in love with him instead. She would have rather have chose him, but was too afraid to break up with her husband.
Takahisa felt uncomfortable about the story for some reason, as the husband kind of reminded him of Ryo, but he couldn’t turn it off or change the channel for some reason. He reassured himself it had nothing to do with him. After all, he wasn’t cheating on Ryo. He would never think of it. Ryo was the love of his life.
He ended up putting the plate of toast down onto the coffee table, and drifting off to sleep on the couch, the TV still flashing images across the screen.
Naps always seemed to have the oddest dreams.
This time, Takahisa dreamed he was on the drama he was just watching, ‘Matador of Love’. Ryo was in it too, as harsh as ever. Then a real odd thing happened in the dream. Takahisa fell in love with someone else. Someone else, as in Yuya Tegoshi.
Those mysterious dark clothes, the dark waterfall spilling over his pale skin. Takahisa couldn’t take his eyes off Yuya. What was going on? Yuya came closer, his hands meeting with both of Takahisa’s shoulders, the space between their faces closing-
“NO!” Takahisa shrieked, standing up so abruptly from the couch, he painfully tripped over the coffee table.
He collapsed onto the floor. Why did he even dream of something as ridiculous as that?! Well it was his fault for watching the drama.
He turned off the TV.
He took a few deep breaths, feeling like he wasn’t even able to support his own weight, as he leaned on the coffee table.
Why? Why was his heart beating so damn fast?
××××××××
Taking ages, Takahisa finally figured out what to wear, hoping Ryo would be satisfied with his outfit.
He pulled on a pair of very dark, almost-black charcoal dress pants, holding them up with a black belt, with a plain silver buckle. He tucked in his salmon pink dress shirt. Ryo always said he liked that shirt.
He observed himself in the mirror.
“Wow. My ass really does look hot in these pants.” Takahisa grinned at behind. After a few seconds, he shook his head. What was he thinking! What was he? A girl?
“Seriously, Takahisa…”
He tidied around the apartment a little to kill some time before Ryo came home, finally running out of things to clean.
Ryo finally came home, looking quite cheery. Thank goodness.
Takahisa stood up from the couch to greet Ryo, kissing him on the cheek.
“Welcome home, sweetheart.”
“Well, you look nice.” Ryo said sweetly.
“You too. You always do.”
Ryo game him a hungry look, eyeing him from top to bottom.
Then, he dived.
Gasping, Takahisa clumsily stumbled onto the couch, hands all over him.
“R-Ryo, it’ll get wrinkled!”
“Iron it later. We have time.” Ryo said roughly, wanting so badly to rip off the salmon pink dress shirt right off, but restraining himself and properly unbuttoning it.
Takahisa shivered at the sudden exposure to the cold, leather couch, Ryo’s weight upon his own. The belt had been ripped right off, the button and zipper becoming undone in a mere half second, Ryo’s lips trailing down Takahisa’s chest, then torso, then hips…
Ryo finished efficiently, not wanting to be late, leaving Takahisa to gather some air, his hair tousled.
Ten minutes before they were to leave, Takahisa indeed did have to iron the shirt and pants, stripped down to his boxers and socks as he ironed.
Ryo changed into his usual fancy style. Black dress pants, white dress shirt, silk black tie, and a black blazer.
Takahisa licked his lips and laboriously controlled the desire burning inside of him. He had the urge to just leap towards Ryo, the way Ryo did to him.
But Ryo would probably kill him. So he didn’t.
After ridding the shirt and pants of unnecessary creases, Takahisa led the way towards the apartment door.
A hand smacked Takahisa’s bottom, harder than he would have deemed playful.
“Your ass looks fucking great in those pants.”
Takahisa grinned stupidly all the way to the car.
××××××××
And as scheduled, Ryo went to mingle with the high class, rich, snobby people. Leaving Takahisa at the table alone, of course.
He sighed. Now it was just going to be a few hours of watching Ryo fake laugh at every joke, and watching a bunch of proper, rich people get hammered out of their mind. Maybe it wasn’t too bad, then. It was a great form of entertainment you didn’t have to pay for.
After receiving 20,000 yen from some rich, drunk old lady, and a very smashed Ryo trying to get him drunk too (which he refused every shot, as now he was the designated driver), he escaped outside the huge ballroom, searching for the bathroom.
Why was this venue so big?! Five minutes had already past and he still couldn’t find the bathroom.
“The bathroom is over there, if that’s what you’re looking for.” A hand pointed to a turn in the great hallway, that he didn’t notice earlier.
“Thanks-Yuya?! What’re you doing here?!”
“Attending the party, of course.”
Yuya was indeed dressed for the party. Dressed even better than Ryo. He wore one of the most luxurious tuxedos, Takahisa had ever seen. And he had seen pretty damn expensive suits, dating a successful, vain asshole and all.
“You were invited?” Takahisa asked curiously.
“Well I had to be. I have to keep an eye on you.” Yuya said indifferently.
“Yuya…you have to keep away from me. My boyf-Ryo will get mighty pissed if he sees you around me. Why did you punch him anyway?!”
“Because he’s an asshole to you. Do you really have to deal with that all the time?”
“N-No!” Takahisa defended, “Ryo is really nice most of the time!”
“I fail to believe that.”
“Then don’t.” Takahisa said irritably, passing Yuya, walking towards the bathroom. Yuya followed.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m just annoyed by his rude behavior. I mean, it doesn’t seem you deserve it. It was my fault I was over there.”
“It’s fine, Yuya. Please, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Well so do I.”
Takahisa shifted uncomfortably on his feet as Yuya unzipped at the urinal right beside his own.
“Look…Yuya. There’s nothing you have to protect me from. Trust me.”
“I do trust you. But I’m bound to you now. I’m sorry, but I can’t just stop. It’s against the rules.”
They washed their hands, Takahisa finally relieved he found a bathroom.
As they walked back to the ballroom, Yuya grabbed Takahisa’s shoulder.
“Hey!” Yuya exclaimed, causing Takahisa to jump.
“What?! What is it?!”
Yuya’s face slowly inched closer, Takahisa’s heart palpitating with every second, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Just like the dream…
“What’s that…on your neck?”
“My neck? Where? What is it?”
“Did a Vampire bite you?”
“What?”
“A Vampire. That looks like a Vampire bite.”
Takahisa slapped a hand to his neck. Oh. Ryo’s love bite.
“I…uh…that’s nothing. And no it’s not a Vampire bite. I just…poked myself this morning.”
“No, I don’t think so. That’s a Vampire bite.” Yuya said knowingly, still only inches away from Takahisa’s face.
“It’s not.” Takahisa pushed Yuya away from him, and sprinted towards the ballroom, not looking back, quickly returning to his table.
What in the world was that feeling he just had?
“I was just surprised.” Takahisa told himself.
Another hour passed, and his heart didn’t stop beating as fast as it was. He looked around. Yuya didn’t seem to be anywhere. Not that Takahisa was looking for him or anything.
He ended up dragging a staggering Ryo into the passenger seat, climbing into the driver’s seat, starting the car.
At this time, there was no traffic, so they made it home speedily, a very drunk and horny Ryo all over Takahisa in the elevator, Takahisa, having trouble fighting him off. Not because he was physically unable to throw him off, but man, was Ryo sexy when he wanted something.
Finally making it into the apartment, Takahisa found himself having the greatest sex he had in a long time. Perhaps the greatest, ever.
Funny. Takahisa’s brain imagined someone else in bed with him. A small, annoying, Vampire someone.
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A/N:
AHAHAHAHA. DID YOU NOTICE WHAT I NAMED THE DRAMA? I AM SO SNEAKY SOMETIMES. EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT.
I'm sorry, but that's my favourite song on the album, I think. Yeah. It is. I think. Yeah yeah yeah it is. For sure. So look what I did. I'm so gross, sometimes.
Wow, this episode was all about sex, wasn't it? HAHA. There will be more MassuTego soon. But it can't just HAPPEN, you know? So I gotta...CREATE it. Wait for me plz, guys!
Thanks for reading, lovers!
Oh yeah! And Happy 20th, Yuya! Guess this is all I can contribute!
I've been so lazy. Well...at least he's in the fic =D!
Author: biancamasuda
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Ryo Nishikido×Takahisa Masuda, Takahisa Masuda×Yuya Tegoshi
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: WHAT THE HECK IS A DISCLAIMER? Just kidding. There's a dictionary.com, did you know that?
Summary: Takahisa Masuda finds himself stuck in a very difficult relationship with Ryo Nishikido. But after lending a bit of his blood to a man (Yuya Tegoshi) he did not know to be a Vampire, Takahisa finds himself responding to a Vampire that believes that he is eternally in debt to Takahisa for his life.
Damnit. I was planning on some more damn action in this. Well like. NOT THAT KIND OF ACTION. Even though there IS that kind of action. WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT.
JUST READ, K? =D
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[One] 'I will serve you for as long as you live.'
[Two] 'Could it be possible for a human to own such eyes?'
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“Your friend has a lot of nerve.” Ryo said in a deadly whisper, advancing towards Takahisa. His cheek was already bruised. Yuya’s punch must have been hard.
“I-I’m s-sorry, sweetie…he’s actually r-really nice. I don’t know why he did that!” Takahisa stepped back slowly, afraid of the look in his other half’s eyes.
“He. Will. Never. Come. In. This. House. Again. Do you understand?”
Takahisa’s back hit the wall. He almost wanted to just sink and cower, but he stopped himself, deciding to look straight in Ryo’s deep, black eyes.
“Y-Yes.” He whimpered so quietly, a mouse probably wouldn’t have been able to hear that.
“I said, do you understand?!” Ryo’s slim fingers drowned in Takahisa’s dark hair, his hand making a fist. Takahisa yelped in pain, hair tugged away from his head between Ryo’s fingers.
Takahisa croaked out a pained, and louder “Yes.”
“Good.”
Takahisa looked into Ryo’s eyes one more time before closing his own, startled at the smile playing upon Ryo’s lips, expecting a hand to strike his face.
To his surprise, lips were upon his own, his hair still being painfully pulled by Ryo’s strong hand.
Ryo’s lips muffled a cry of surprise, as Takahisa opened his eyes, stunned. Ryo’s eyes were open, a sneer detailed through them.
Takahisa was almost as frightened as he was horny as Ryo’s free, single hand expertly unbuttoned the helpless man’s jeans, and slithered down, sandwiched between Takahisa’s boxers and skin.
He shrieked a cry of utmost agony, as Ryo neglected his lips and made their way to Takahisa’s neck, Ryo’s teeth making sure he was either receiving extreme pain, or extreme pleasure.
Ryo’s talent at multitasking with both hands, and his mouth drove Takahisa over the edge, the pleasure finally overcoming the torture, as an ecstatic moan escaped his lips. He sunk to the ground, but not for fear. Stars obscured his vision.
He felt something trickle against his shoulder. Was that blood? Nah. Takahisa could hardly see. He felt sick, weak, and satisfied all at the same time. Ryo was really good at this. It was always like this.
“Ryo…?” Takahisa was sure he heard himself mumble, as Ryo dragged him to the bed.
“Just shut the hell up and go to sleep.” Ryo tucked Takahisa comfortably under the covers, joining him.
“I’m sorry, Ryo. I won’t bring anyone over anymore.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. Shut up.”
“Goodnight, then.” Takahisa thought to himself, almost passing out immediately.
××××××××
“Eurghhh.” Takahisa grumbled, his mind still groggy, his eyes not even bothering to open.
He felt for Ryo beside him on the bed. But no one was there. He finally opened his eyes.
“Babe?!” He frowned. Instead of Ryo, a tiny note in tiny writing sat on top of the pillow.
Good morning!
I got an invitation to a high class party tonight. Open bar, too, so we’re not missing out. Find something nice to wear, or I’ll kill you.
I’ll pick you up at six.
Love you, baby!
-Ryo
Takahisa sighed. He hated going to parties with Ryo, because he’d end up being neglected anyway. But it’s always a good thing if Ryo wants him to come, so he wouldn’t miss it for the world.
He forced himself out of bed, and stretched, yawning loudly, making his way into the bathroom to rinse his mouth and wash his face.
“Wow.” He said aloud. “That was blood.” His reflection stared back at him, dried blood that dripped down his neck onto his shoulders stained his skin, and even a bit of his t-shirt.
Takahisa simply grinned, washing it off casually. Ryo was always rough like that, he was almost used to it. He was used to it.
After taking a lazy ten minutes just to toast a piece of bread, and put butter on it, he slumped onto the couch, turning on the TV, the plate of toast in his hand.
“Blech…the only things on TV this early in the morning are lame romance dramas.”
He ended up settling on a drama called, ‘Matador of Love’ and got quite into it, actually. He truly had nothing to do.
He caught on to the story after a few flashbacks, proving this episode to be a filler. The story was about an older man and a younger woman that fell in love and got married, but after a few years, the man ended up being quite violent and hard on the woman. She ends up having an affair with a mysterious man, and falling in love with him instead. She would have rather have chose him, but was too afraid to break up with her husband.
Takahisa felt uncomfortable about the story for some reason, as the husband kind of reminded him of Ryo, but he couldn’t turn it off or change the channel for some reason. He reassured himself it had nothing to do with him. After all, he wasn’t cheating on Ryo. He would never think of it. Ryo was the love of his life.
He ended up putting the plate of toast down onto the coffee table, and drifting off to sleep on the couch, the TV still flashing images across the screen.
Naps always seemed to have the oddest dreams.
This time, Takahisa dreamed he was on the drama he was just watching, ‘Matador of Love’. Ryo was in it too, as harsh as ever. Then a real odd thing happened in the dream. Takahisa fell in love with someone else. Someone else, as in Yuya Tegoshi.
Those mysterious dark clothes, the dark waterfall spilling over his pale skin. Takahisa couldn’t take his eyes off Yuya. What was going on? Yuya came closer, his hands meeting with both of Takahisa’s shoulders, the space between their faces closing-
“NO!” Takahisa shrieked, standing up so abruptly from the couch, he painfully tripped over the coffee table.
He collapsed onto the floor. Why did he even dream of something as ridiculous as that?! Well it was his fault for watching the drama.
He turned off the TV.
He took a few deep breaths, feeling like he wasn’t even able to support his own weight, as he leaned on the coffee table.
Why? Why was his heart beating so damn fast?
××××××××
Taking ages, Takahisa finally figured out what to wear, hoping Ryo would be satisfied with his outfit.
He pulled on a pair of very dark, almost-black charcoal dress pants, holding them up with a black belt, with a plain silver buckle. He tucked in his salmon pink dress shirt. Ryo always said he liked that shirt.
He observed himself in the mirror.
“Wow. My ass really does look hot in these pants.” Takahisa grinned at behind. After a few seconds, he shook his head. What was he thinking! What was he? A girl?
“Seriously, Takahisa…”
He tidied around the apartment a little to kill some time before Ryo came home, finally running out of things to clean.
Ryo finally came home, looking quite cheery. Thank goodness.
Takahisa stood up from the couch to greet Ryo, kissing him on the cheek.
“Welcome home, sweetheart.”
“Well, you look nice.” Ryo said sweetly.
“You too. You always do.”
Ryo game him a hungry look, eyeing him from top to bottom.
Then, he dived.
Gasping, Takahisa clumsily stumbled onto the couch, hands all over him.
“R-Ryo, it’ll get wrinkled!”
“Iron it later. We have time.” Ryo said roughly, wanting so badly to rip off the salmon pink dress shirt right off, but restraining himself and properly unbuttoning it.
Takahisa shivered at the sudden exposure to the cold, leather couch, Ryo’s weight upon his own. The belt had been ripped right off, the button and zipper becoming undone in a mere half second, Ryo’s lips trailing down Takahisa’s chest, then torso, then hips…
Ryo finished efficiently, not wanting to be late, leaving Takahisa to gather some air, his hair tousled.
Ten minutes before they were to leave, Takahisa indeed did have to iron the shirt and pants, stripped down to his boxers and socks as he ironed.
Ryo changed into his usual fancy style. Black dress pants, white dress shirt, silk black tie, and a black blazer.
Takahisa licked his lips and laboriously controlled the desire burning inside of him. He had the urge to just leap towards Ryo, the way Ryo did to him.
But Ryo would probably kill him. So he didn’t.
After ridding the shirt and pants of unnecessary creases, Takahisa led the way towards the apartment door.
A hand smacked Takahisa’s bottom, harder than he would have deemed playful.
“Your ass looks fucking great in those pants.”
Takahisa grinned stupidly all the way to the car.
××××××××
And as scheduled, Ryo went to mingle with the high class, rich, snobby people. Leaving Takahisa at the table alone, of course.
He sighed. Now it was just going to be a few hours of watching Ryo fake laugh at every joke, and watching a bunch of proper, rich people get hammered out of their mind. Maybe it wasn’t too bad, then. It was a great form of entertainment you didn’t have to pay for.
After receiving 20,000 yen from some rich, drunk old lady, and a very smashed Ryo trying to get him drunk too (which he refused every shot, as now he was the designated driver), he escaped outside the huge ballroom, searching for the bathroom.
Why was this venue so big?! Five minutes had already past and he still couldn’t find the bathroom.
“The bathroom is over there, if that’s what you’re looking for.” A hand pointed to a turn in the great hallway, that he didn’t notice earlier.
“Thanks-Yuya?! What’re you doing here?!”
“Attending the party, of course.”
Yuya was indeed dressed for the party. Dressed even better than Ryo. He wore one of the most luxurious tuxedos, Takahisa had ever seen. And he had seen pretty damn expensive suits, dating a successful, vain asshole and all.
“You were invited?” Takahisa asked curiously.
“Well I had to be. I have to keep an eye on you.” Yuya said indifferently.
“Yuya…you have to keep away from me. My boyf-Ryo will get mighty pissed if he sees you around me. Why did you punch him anyway?!”
“Because he’s an asshole to you. Do you really have to deal with that all the time?”
“N-No!” Takahisa defended, “Ryo is really nice most of the time!”
“I fail to believe that.”
“Then don’t.” Takahisa said irritably, passing Yuya, walking towards the bathroom. Yuya followed.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m just annoyed by his rude behavior. I mean, it doesn’t seem you deserve it. It was my fault I was over there.”
“It’s fine, Yuya. Please, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Well so do I.”
Takahisa shifted uncomfortably on his feet as Yuya unzipped at the urinal right beside his own.
“Look…Yuya. There’s nothing you have to protect me from. Trust me.”
“I do trust you. But I’m bound to you now. I’m sorry, but I can’t just stop. It’s against the rules.”
They washed their hands, Takahisa finally relieved he found a bathroom.
As they walked back to the ballroom, Yuya grabbed Takahisa’s shoulder.
“Hey!” Yuya exclaimed, causing Takahisa to jump.
“What?! What is it?!”
Yuya’s face slowly inched closer, Takahisa’s heart palpitating with every second, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Just like the dream…
“What’s that…on your neck?”
“My neck? Where? What is it?”
“Did a Vampire bite you?”
“What?”
“A Vampire. That looks like a Vampire bite.”
Takahisa slapped a hand to his neck. Oh. Ryo’s love bite.
“I…uh…that’s nothing. And no it’s not a Vampire bite. I just…poked myself this morning.”
“No, I don’t think so. That’s a Vampire bite.” Yuya said knowingly, still only inches away from Takahisa’s face.
“It’s not.” Takahisa pushed Yuya away from him, and sprinted towards the ballroom, not looking back, quickly returning to his table.
What in the world was that feeling he just had?
“I was just surprised.” Takahisa told himself.
Another hour passed, and his heart didn’t stop beating as fast as it was. He looked around. Yuya didn’t seem to be anywhere. Not that Takahisa was looking for him or anything.
He ended up dragging a staggering Ryo into the passenger seat, climbing into the driver’s seat, starting the car.
At this time, there was no traffic, so they made it home speedily, a very drunk and horny Ryo all over Takahisa in the elevator, Takahisa, having trouble fighting him off. Not because he was physically unable to throw him off, but man, was Ryo sexy when he wanted something.
Finally making it into the apartment, Takahisa found himself having the greatest sex he had in a long time. Perhaps the greatest, ever.
Funny. Takahisa’s brain imagined someone else in bed with him. A small, annoying, Vampire someone.
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A/N:
AHAHAHAHA. DID YOU NOTICE WHAT I NAMED THE DRAMA? I AM SO SNEAKY SOMETIMES. EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT.
I'm sorry, but that's my favourite song on the album, I think. Yeah. It is. I think. Yeah yeah yeah it is. For sure. So look what I did. I'm so gross, sometimes.
Wow, this episode was all about sex, wasn't it? HAHA. There will be more MassuTego soon. But it can't just HAPPEN, you know? So I gotta...CREATE it. Wait for me plz, guys!
Thanks for reading, lovers!
Oh yeah! And Happy 20th, Yuya! Guess this is all I can contribute!
I've been so lazy. Well...at least he's in the fic =D!