[Fic] Catch Me ~If You Dare~ (oneshot)
Title: Catch Me ~If You Dare~
Fandom: Musical Elisabeth (but an AU version)
Pairing: Rudolf (Kyomoto Taiga)/Death (Shirota Yu)
Genre: Angst, Vampires
WARNING: Mentions of vampires, death, blood etc.
Summary: Why try to avoid death when you can toy with it instead?
A/N: Because vampire!Taiga is hot as hell in the newest musical, and because ichigobanana gives the greatest ideas ever. Girl, I'm sorry, it's probably not what you had in mind, but it was too tempting to drop it, even if it turned out a failure XD
The weak sound barely makes it to his ears, the sound between a whimper and a moan. The taste of blood on his tongue is what has his full attention, but then he pulls away from the victim, and the young boy falls back on the wall, breathing heavily.
He walks away with a scoff, pulling the hood of his cloak back on, turning around in the dark alley he spotted minutes ago. He’s not interested in continuing with that prey; he’s had better before. An unfortunate choice of meal tonight.
His steps come to a halt, because he can feel the change in the air, more than any human could ever sense it. As a human, he’d fail to notice it, too; it’s not like the one walking behind him makes a sound, anyway. Taking one step to the side, his back now touches the wall, and he remains there, staring at the figure through his long, blond bangs.
The smirk on the man’s face is the very same one that keeps haunting him, even after his death. But this time, instead of recoiling, he gives him a faint smirk of his own, as well. The man stops in front of him, bending a little to take a better look at his face.
“You’ve been very active lately, prince. Shall I feel threatened?”
It’s almost funny to hear Death say that he feels threatened, but Rudolf is not the naïve, frightened heir to a kingdom full of pain and misery anymore, and so there is nothing in Death’s voice to scare him. After all, he’s learned to read between the lines now. He knows when to actually enjoy Death’s company.
Leaning his head back, he shrugs. “What would ever make you feel threatened?”
Death tilts his head, the smirk still on his face, his silver hair falling to the front from one side, and he stretches one finger out, almost touching Rudolf’s cheek, but then he withdraws it, and instead slams his palm on the wall. Rudolf doesn’t bat an eye.
“I’ve been looking for the little thief who keeps stealing my victims away lately…never thought my research would lead me to you. Because of you, these people keep cheating death, and that is not something I can keep up with for long…”
His tone is still light, his amusement is still all over his face, but the danger that paints his voice is hard to miss, and Rudolf somehow takes great pleasure and pride in the fact that it’s directed to him. Pushing a strand of hair behind his ear, he gives him another shrug.
“I have to feed myself somehow. It wouldn’t be nice if I starved. Besides, I thought you already got what you wanted.”
Death raises an eyebrow at him, excitement dancing in his eyes in an even bigger degree. “Elaborate?”
“You spent years chasing after my mother, now you have her. I thought you’d be happy, but apparently, you’ve got the biggest of the human weaknesses running through your system: Greed.”
Death reaches out to run his fingers down to his cheek this time, and hums in satisfaction. “And I thought I’d never have to bother with you again, but look at you…”
Rudolf can feel his fangs back now, his gums itching, and he keeps his mouth zipped, staring up at him intensely. Death’s low, poisonous chuckle is like a personal challenge to him, a challenge he cannot lose. He cannot be the weak one again.
“Are you going to turn this into a competition to get your revenge? Steal people from me, prevent them from joining my realm? Death always wins in the end, little prince. You cannot forget that.”
“Then what’s with the frantic need to prove your point through talking?” Rudolf asks back, removing his hood again, and now Death is even closer, and this crazy shine that kept company to Rudolf during his last moments of his life is there. The flame of madness that charms people, hypnotize them, make them unable to escape Death’s embrace, until the desired kiss comes, leaving them cold and immobile in his arms.
He feels Death’s thumb on his lips now, and he knows that if he continues like this, he will bite sooner or later. His own expression darkens now, and he brings one hand up, fingers closing around Death’s wrists as their eyes lock once more.
“I’m just feeding myself.” He says again, his tone quiet and warning. “And I’m sure you have better things to do than run after vampires.”
“Oh, but I’m not running after vampires.” Death corrects him, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip in a pretty delicate manner. “It’s just you, and you are far more interesting as a vampire than you ever were as human.”
“I’m honored.” Rudolf scoffs, but still makes no effort to take Death’s hand away from his face. Even as a vampire, that familiar sensation that had been sleeping within him awakens, a little darker this time. It’s not just about longing for Death’s attention now. It’s about taking it, by force if necessary, own it. “Bet you’ve made the whole family your personal target.”
“But I’ve already kissed you.” Death reminds him in a whisper, his mouth closer to his ear now. “And you couldn’t win over that kiss.”
Rudolf’s fangs are out full force now, and he parts his lips, leaning his head back just enough for his own mouth now to be next to Death’s ear, as he tugs on the man’s clothes, tight enough so that he won’t be able to leave.
“Try me now, then.” He dares him, voice hoarse and filled with all the hidden and obvious meanings, and Death just spares one side glance before he accepts it, pushing him harshly against the wall, mouths glued together. And Rudolf wastes no time, doesn’t hold back at all, and kisses him back just as forcefully, his fangs digging deep wherever possible. Compared to the silence of that very first fatal kiss, this one is noisy, full of wrath and passion, and the need to conquer, and even though his fangs cannot really cause actual damage to Death, Rudolf still takes great pleasure in hearing the sounds his biting produces.
He still feels a tiny bit of dizziness when the kiss gets deeper, when Death’s fingers delve into his arms, but he keeps pushing, parting his lips even more because the pain is unforgiving, and then Death’s lip is trapped in his fangs, and he bites down again, until their faces are suddenly a few inches away from each other, and Death is staring at him hungrily.
Rudolf’s gaze on him is piercing, provoking for more, but Death runs his hand on his mouth, the gesture Rudolf has seen again and again and again, and there’s thrill in his eyes, just like before, until he hums in approval, and lets go of him completely.
“Excellent.” He voices out, his tone raspy, as if his throat is burning, and Rudolf runs his tongue on his fangs, clenching his fists. “Let’s see whose charms win in the end…”
Rudolf doesn’t respond to this. It’s satisfying enough that he has been acknowledged, that the official challenge is on, and he knows he’s going to spend the following days doing exactly that: messing the human world, until it disturbs Death enough to come back to him. As the talk, dark figure turns his back on him, Rudolf stays rooted to his spot, struggling to hide his grin, as if it’s something he shouldn’t show.
But when Death turns to give him one last glance, Rudolf’s thrilled smirk is plastered on his face, and he doesn’t try to hide it anymore. The battle is on, and this battle is not one he’s going to shy away from.
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Fandom: Musical Elisabeth (but an AU version)
Pairing: Rudolf (Kyomoto Taiga)/Death (Shirota Yu)
Genre: Angst, Vampires
WARNING: Mentions of vampires, death, blood etc.
Summary: Why try to avoid death when you can toy with it instead?
A/N: Because vampire!Taiga is hot as hell in the newest musical, and because ichigobanana gives the greatest ideas ever. Girl, I'm sorry, it's probably not what you had in mind, but it was too tempting to drop it, even if it turned out a failure XD
The weak sound barely makes it to his ears, the sound between a whimper and a moan. The taste of blood on his tongue is what has his full attention, but then he pulls away from the victim, and the young boy falls back on the wall, breathing heavily.
He walks away with a scoff, pulling the hood of his cloak back on, turning around in the dark alley he spotted minutes ago. He’s not interested in continuing with that prey; he’s had better before. An unfortunate choice of meal tonight.
His steps come to a halt, because he can feel the change in the air, more than any human could ever sense it. As a human, he’d fail to notice it, too; it’s not like the one walking behind him makes a sound, anyway. Taking one step to the side, his back now touches the wall, and he remains there, staring at the figure through his long, blond bangs.
The smirk on the man’s face is the very same one that keeps haunting him, even after his death. But this time, instead of recoiling, he gives him a faint smirk of his own, as well. The man stops in front of him, bending a little to take a better look at his face.
“You’ve been very active lately, prince. Shall I feel threatened?”
It’s almost funny to hear Death say that he feels threatened, but Rudolf is not the naïve, frightened heir to a kingdom full of pain and misery anymore, and so there is nothing in Death’s voice to scare him. After all, he’s learned to read between the lines now. He knows when to actually enjoy Death’s company.
Leaning his head back, he shrugs. “What would ever make you feel threatened?”
Death tilts his head, the smirk still on his face, his silver hair falling to the front from one side, and he stretches one finger out, almost touching Rudolf’s cheek, but then he withdraws it, and instead slams his palm on the wall. Rudolf doesn’t bat an eye.
“I’ve been looking for the little thief who keeps stealing my victims away lately…never thought my research would lead me to you. Because of you, these people keep cheating death, and that is not something I can keep up with for long…”
His tone is still light, his amusement is still all over his face, but the danger that paints his voice is hard to miss, and Rudolf somehow takes great pleasure and pride in the fact that it’s directed to him. Pushing a strand of hair behind his ear, he gives him another shrug.
“I have to feed myself somehow. It wouldn’t be nice if I starved. Besides, I thought you already got what you wanted.”
Death raises an eyebrow at him, excitement dancing in his eyes in an even bigger degree. “Elaborate?”
“You spent years chasing after my mother, now you have her. I thought you’d be happy, but apparently, you’ve got the biggest of the human weaknesses running through your system: Greed.”
Death reaches out to run his fingers down to his cheek this time, and hums in satisfaction. “And I thought I’d never have to bother with you again, but look at you…”
Rudolf can feel his fangs back now, his gums itching, and he keeps his mouth zipped, staring up at him intensely. Death’s low, poisonous chuckle is like a personal challenge to him, a challenge he cannot lose. He cannot be the weak one again.
“Are you going to turn this into a competition to get your revenge? Steal people from me, prevent them from joining my realm? Death always wins in the end, little prince. You cannot forget that.”
“Then what’s with the frantic need to prove your point through talking?” Rudolf asks back, removing his hood again, and now Death is even closer, and this crazy shine that kept company to Rudolf during his last moments of his life is there. The flame of madness that charms people, hypnotize them, make them unable to escape Death’s embrace, until the desired kiss comes, leaving them cold and immobile in his arms.
He feels Death’s thumb on his lips now, and he knows that if he continues like this, he will bite sooner or later. His own expression darkens now, and he brings one hand up, fingers closing around Death’s wrists as their eyes lock once more.
“I’m just feeding myself.” He says again, his tone quiet and warning. “And I’m sure you have better things to do than run after vampires.”
“Oh, but I’m not running after vampires.” Death corrects him, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip in a pretty delicate manner. “It’s just you, and you are far more interesting as a vampire than you ever were as human.”
“I’m honored.” Rudolf scoffs, but still makes no effort to take Death’s hand away from his face. Even as a vampire, that familiar sensation that had been sleeping within him awakens, a little darker this time. It’s not just about longing for Death’s attention now. It’s about taking it, by force if necessary, own it. “Bet you’ve made the whole family your personal target.”
“But I’ve already kissed you.” Death reminds him in a whisper, his mouth closer to his ear now. “And you couldn’t win over that kiss.”
Rudolf’s fangs are out full force now, and he parts his lips, leaning his head back just enough for his own mouth now to be next to Death’s ear, as he tugs on the man’s clothes, tight enough so that he won’t be able to leave.
“Try me now, then.” He dares him, voice hoarse and filled with all the hidden and obvious meanings, and Death just spares one side glance before he accepts it, pushing him harshly against the wall, mouths glued together. And Rudolf wastes no time, doesn’t hold back at all, and kisses him back just as forcefully, his fangs digging deep wherever possible. Compared to the silence of that very first fatal kiss, this one is noisy, full of wrath and passion, and the need to conquer, and even though his fangs cannot really cause actual damage to Death, Rudolf still takes great pleasure in hearing the sounds his biting produces.
He still feels a tiny bit of dizziness when the kiss gets deeper, when Death’s fingers delve into his arms, but he keeps pushing, parting his lips even more because the pain is unforgiving, and then Death’s lip is trapped in his fangs, and he bites down again, until their faces are suddenly a few inches away from each other, and Death is staring at him hungrily.
Rudolf’s gaze on him is piercing, provoking for more, but Death runs his hand on his mouth, the gesture Rudolf has seen again and again and again, and there’s thrill in his eyes, just like before, until he hums in approval, and lets go of him completely.
“Excellent.” He voices out, his tone raspy, as if his throat is burning, and Rudolf runs his tongue on his fangs, clenching his fists. “Let’s see whose charms win in the end…”
Rudolf doesn’t respond to this. It’s satisfying enough that he has been acknowledged, that the official challenge is on, and he knows he’s going to spend the following days doing exactly that: messing the human world, until it disturbs Death enough to come back to him. As the talk, dark figure turns his back on him, Rudolf stays rooted to his spot, struggling to hide his grin, as if it’s something he shouldn’t show.
But when Death turns to give him one last glance, Rudolf’s thrilled smirk is plastered on his face, and he doesn’t try to hide it anymore. The battle is on, and this battle is not one he’s going to shy away from.
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