The Hunter
*Notes: This fic is dedicated to vampyrrep who let me see Sho's pretty pictures from the + ACT Magazine, and wanted a story based on Sho's and Jun's magazine scans (c/o
yuckie_chan 's scans). I originally intended it to be a oneshot, but um... well, it's turned into a series (and I don't know how many parts yet... because I kinda fail that way XP-- and those of you, lovely people that you are, who have been reading The dolls series for quite some time now will probably notice some patterns when it comes to what I write about... and here's hoping you aren't bored with me yet. :3 ) This one was originally at my VOX account, and I'll just be crossposting the parts as they come vampyrrep gets first dibs because she requested for it....
***Also, apologies if they seem out of character, I based it mostly on the scans and kinda formed a story with it ^^;
Btw, self beta-ed, so I apologize for lapses in spelling and grammar.
Anyhoo, if I haven't bored you yet, here we go...
That scent... It's been too long, is it possible?
It was the smell-- the intoxicating and heady musk of raspberries and bittersweet chocolate, mingled with raw heat and liquor that lured him out into the cold, moonlit backstreets of Tokyo at two in the morning. Cloaked under the gray shadows of the twilight, Sho stalked his prey while the smell continued to taunt him with promises of sensual pleasures, and unspeakable delights.
It had been more than a hundred years since he last caught a whiff of this scent. It was a scent which he knew by heart and treasured in his fondest memories as he lay aching and pining away for hundreds of sleepless nights, alone in his cold, lonely mansion. It was the smell of his lover, the mate he lost a hundred years ago in one unfortunate incident while they were out on a hunt.
Sho walked straight ahead for two blocks and turned right at the third corner and ended up at the back entrance of one of Tokyo's exclusive, VIP night clubs. The door was guarded by two brutish and heavily muscled men who looked on menacingly as they stood on either side of the door, waiting to pound the next cocky wannabe demanding entrance into the club.
Honestly, Sho thought to himself, this is too easy...
Sho casually approached the guards and politely requested to be let in. One of the guards shot him an annoyed glare and with his chunky hands, motioned for him to leave.
"If you're not on the list, then you have no business being here. Now, get out before I hurt you."
"Well, I tried asking nicely..." Sho replied smoothly as he languidly stretched his arms in front of the guards who were getting annoyed by his cockiness. The scent was getting stronger and he sensed that his prey was only few feet away from the door...
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." Sho grinned wickedly, revealing a set of very sharp incisors as his eyes glinted amber under the full moon. With a low growl, Sho grabbed each man by the throat and flung them against the wall, knocking them both unconscious as their faces slammed onto the hard whitewashed concrete.
With the guards down, Sho casually entered the door and began tracking down his prey amidst the sea of grinding bodies. His raspberry laced scent still prominent despite the overwhelming stench of tobacco mixed in with sweat, drugs, and alcohol. The bass drumming loudly in his ears, Sho stalked over to where the smell was strongest, ignoring the come-ons, the invitations purred to his ears, and the wandering hands of the club's drunken patrons. There, in a dimly lit corner, he found his mate: eyes closed in ecstasy, tendrils of his inky black hair clinging to his forehead, while beads of sweat trailed down from his neck down to his collarbone where it disappeared down to his black shirt that had three of its buttons undone, exposing bare skin, pale and enticing under the smoke hazed neon lights. He was currently sandwiched between two, lanky men, lost in a sort of thrall and clearly intoxicated as he ground his hips against the insistent hands rubbing against his crotch and swayed his body to the music while the man behind him placed small nibbles on the shell of his ear and placed both hands on either side of his hips.
Angered at the sight of another touching what was his, Sho made his way towards the small group and grabbed one man by his collar, pushing him against the wall.
"Don't you ever, ever come near him again! Nobody touches what's mine, do you understand that?!" Sho growled in his rage, his amber eyes glowering.
Pale and frightened, the man ran away and was followed by the other who immediately recoiled once his eyes met Sho's angered gaze. Irritated, his mate glared at Sho, his smell made more enticing by the tinge of arousal that mixed in with his scent.
"Now who's going to dance with me?" He pouted, and then, "Hmmm... you look good enough to eat" Sho's mate sauntered over to where he stood and draped an arm around his neck, pulling him in for a soft embrace. His hazel brown eyes locked on to Sho's amber ones while he once again began to lazily sway to the music. Sho, overwhelmed by his smell surrendered to the embrace and pulled his mate in for a tight hug...
"Your eyes... I think I've seen them before" Sho's mate babbled drunkenly, "What's your name, stranger?" he whispered into Sho's ears.
"Sho. What's yours?
"Jun"
"Jun" Sho repeated the name, savoring its taste in his mouth, "Jun.."
"Don't wear my name out, or I'll need a new one..." Jun giggled, playfully pressing his lips against Sho's neck. "You smell really good," Jun whispered, pressing his body closer against Sho's, his need becoming more obvious as it rubbed against Sho's thighs.
"Jun, I'm getting you out of here" Sho declared, doing his best to keep himself from ravaging Jun right there and then.
"Don't want to," Jun replied silkily, nipping at the crook of his neck "...want to dance here, with Sho"
Sho growled low in his throat and claimed Jun's mouth, tasting his tongue, laced with alcohol and cigarettes as Jun moaned hungrily into the kiss.
"My place, now. And I'm not taking no for an answer." Sho replied, throwing Jun over his shoulders as they made their way out of the smoky club.
"Put me down, you moron!" Jun weakly protested, sexually frustrated and helpless as Sho continued to head to the door. "I'm a lawyer dammit, and I could have you behind bars!" He continued, as he weakly pounded his fists on Sho's ass... "Nice ass, by the way"
"I coud say the same about yours" Sho snorted, giving Jun's ass a light squeeze before breaking into full speed, as they headed for his mansion...
Part 2: Under the Influence
yuckie_chan 's scans). I originally intended it to be a oneshot, but um... well, it's turned into a series (and I don't know how many parts yet... because I kinda fail that way XP-- and those of you, lovely people that you are, who have been reading The dolls series for quite some time now will probably notice some patterns when it comes to what I write about... and here's hoping you aren't bored with me yet. :3 ) This one was originally at my VOX account, and I'll just be crossposting the parts as they come vampyrrep gets first dibs because she requested for it....
***Also, apologies if they seem out of character, I based it mostly on the scans and kinda formed a story with it ^^;
Btw, self beta-ed, so I apologize for lapses in spelling and grammar.
Anyhoo, if I haven't bored you yet, here we go...
That scent... It's been too long, is it possible?
It was the smell-- the intoxicating and heady musk of raspberries and bittersweet chocolate, mingled with raw heat and liquor that lured him out into the cold, moonlit backstreets of Tokyo at two in the morning. Cloaked under the gray shadows of the twilight, Sho stalked his prey while the smell continued to taunt him with promises of sensual pleasures, and unspeakable delights.
It had been more than a hundred years since he last caught a whiff of this scent. It was a scent which he knew by heart and treasured in his fondest memories as he lay aching and pining away for hundreds of sleepless nights, alone in his cold, lonely mansion. It was the smell of his lover, the mate he lost a hundred years ago in one unfortunate incident while they were out on a hunt.
Sho walked straight ahead for two blocks and turned right at the third corner and ended up at the back entrance of one of Tokyo's exclusive, VIP night clubs. The door was guarded by two brutish and heavily muscled men who looked on menacingly as they stood on either side of the door, waiting to pound the next cocky wannabe demanding entrance into the club.
Honestly, Sho thought to himself, this is too easy...
Sho casually approached the guards and politely requested to be let in. One of the guards shot him an annoyed glare and with his chunky hands, motioned for him to leave.
"If you're not on the list, then you have no business being here. Now, get out before I hurt you."
"Well, I tried asking nicely..." Sho replied smoothly as he languidly stretched his arms in front of the guards who were getting annoyed by his cockiness. The scent was getting stronger and he sensed that his prey was only few feet away from the door...
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." Sho grinned wickedly, revealing a set of very sharp incisors as his eyes glinted amber under the full moon. With a low growl, Sho grabbed each man by the throat and flung them against the wall, knocking them both unconscious as their faces slammed onto the hard whitewashed concrete.
With the guards down, Sho casually entered the door and began tracking down his prey amidst the sea of grinding bodies. His raspberry laced scent still prominent despite the overwhelming stench of tobacco mixed in with sweat, drugs, and alcohol. The bass drumming loudly in his ears, Sho stalked over to where the smell was strongest, ignoring the come-ons, the invitations purred to his ears, and the wandering hands of the club's drunken patrons. There, in a dimly lit corner, he found his mate: eyes closed in ecstasy, tendrils of his inky black hair clinging to his forehead, while beads of sweat trailed down from his neck down to his collarbone where it disappeared down to his black shirt that had three of its buttons undone, exposing bare skin, pale and enticing under the smoke hazed neon lights. He was currently sandwiched between two, lanky men, lost in a sort of thrall and clearly intoxicated as he ground his hips against the insistent hands rubbing against his crotch and swayed his body to the music while the man behind him placed small nibbles on the shell of his ear and placed both hands on either side of his hips.
Angered at the sight of another touching what was his, Sho made his way towards the small group and grabbed one man by his collar, pushing him against the wall.
"Don't you ever, ever come near him again! Nobody touches what's mine, do you understand that?!" Sho growled in his rage, his amber eyes glowering.
Pale and frightened, the man ran away and was followed by the other who immediately recoiled once his eyes met Sho's angered gaze. Irritated, his mate glared at Sho, his smell made more enticing by the tinge of arousal that mixed in with his scent.
"Now who's going to dance with me?" He pouted, and then, "Hmmm... you look good enough to eat" Sho's mate sauntered over to where he stood and draped an arm around his neck, pulling him in for a soft embrace. His hazel brown eyes locked on to Sho's amber ones while he once again began to lazily sway to the music. Sho, overwhelmed by his smell surrendered to the embrace and pulled his mate in for a tight hug...
"Your eyes... I think I've seen them before" Sho's mate babbled drunkenly, "What's your name, stranger?" he whispered into Sho's ears.
"Sho. What's yours?
"Jun"
"Jun" Sho repeated the name, savoring its taste in his mouth, "Jun.."
"Don't wear my name out, or I'll need a new one..." Jun giggled, playfully pressing his lips against Sho's neck. "You smell really good," Jun whispered, pressing his body closer against Sho's, his need becoming more obvious as it rubbed against Sho's thighs.
"Jun, I'm getting you out of here" Sho declared, doing his best to keep himself from ravaging Jun right there and then.
"Don't want to," Jun replied silkily, nipping at the crook of his neck "...want to dance here, with Sho"
Sho growled low in his throat and claimed Jun's mouth, tasting his tongue, laced with alcohol and cigarettes as Jun moaned hungrily into the kiss.
"My place, now. And I'm not taking no for an answer." Sho replied, throwing Jun over his shoulders as they made their way out of the smoky club.
"Put me down, you moron!" Jun weakly protested, sexually frustrated and helpless as Sho continued to head to the door. "I'm a lawyer dammit, and I could have you behind bars!" He continued, as he weakly pounded his fists on Sho's ass... "Nice ass, by the way"
"I coud say the same about yours" Sho snorted, giving Jun's ass a light squeeze before breaking into full speed, as they headed for his mansion...
Part 2: Under the Influence