Gift fic for lilmiszjump10
To: lilmiszjump10
From: santa_johnny
Title: Through oceans of time and desire
Pairing/Group: Yabu Kota/Yaotome Hikaru, Hey! Say! JUMP!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vampire AU. Some references to blood, death, rebirth, things like that. Confusing prose and absolute lack of plot. I am gomen.
Notes: Dearest lilmiszjump10, I really hope you find something to enjoy in this fic, it has lots of love and not an ounce of skill... or sense. Eternal thanks to the mods for their patience <3 and to my super lovely last minute volunteer beta, that fixed all she could fix. Please marry me? I love you <3 Happy holidays to all of you!!
Summary: Maybe in another life they will meet again, and then this, whatever this thing between them is, won’t be a forbidden affair.
“I can feel you, you know?” The tall vampire’s voice is low and it fills the whole lair with its power.
The man hiding in the shadows is also tall, not like the Vampire, but he isn't short by any means. His long, strong fingers are gripping a stake, but the Vampire knows that the man will not use it.
“I know.” The man’s voice is slightly bemused, not a single trace of fear in it. Steady, like the beat of the man’s heart. The Vampire feels the bloodlust stir at that sound. Loud and clear, and tainted with something else, something the Vampire thought was long forgotten. Something like longing.
The Vampire can feel the presence of his nemesis, the one they sent to kill him. Cream of the crop, the gifted offspring of an ancient bloodline dedicated to search and kill the ones of his kind.
Centuries alone, centuries of boredom and thirst and finally, finally, him. The Vampire Hunter before him.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” The Vampire asks, almost rhetorically. The loaded sigh of the Hunter is a welcome surprise, and the Vampire doesn’t even try to suppress his smile.
The Hunter wishes it wasn't true, but he can't lie to himself. Not here, not with the Vampire’s power pulsing in the Hunter’s blood, caressing every inch of his skin, driving him madder by the second.
It’s been years, after all. Years of searching and chasing, with the Vampire always out of his grasp, always a step ahead. And the Hunter wonders, now that he has the ancient enemy of his clan in front of him, really, why has it taken so long for him to hunt the Vampire down.
Brief encounters, brisk skirmishes, and the Vampire is always, always escaping.
The Hunter doesn’t exactly know when he started to get connected to the Vampire, it happened so gradually… whispers at the dawn, the Vampire’s scent floating in the wind, the Vampire’s lean, skinny frame burnt somewhere in a corner of the Hunter’s mind. Day by day, in the distance, the Vampire’s presence in his brain becomes so strong that the Hunter can almost feel him, feel the Vampire’s life force, trace it, taste it, while he lay awake, restless, on his bed, in a feverish, dream-like delusion, feeling the tingle of the Vampire’s cold, thin hands roaming the Hunter’s body…
“I came to stop this,” the Hunter says, forcing his words past his lips. His entire body trembles and the stake falls to the ground. The Vampire doesn’t ask what this is, because he can feel it too, and because he is sure neither of them can define what they feel anyway.
This is a forbidden desire, and they both know it. Maybe the Hunter, as heir to a long tradition of vampire slayers has more to lose.
This is not love, because the Vampire is incapable of loving, but this bond runs deep between them, ties them together in a way none of them understand. They should hate each other, and they do, kind of. Or not at all. The Vampire never thought that, after all these centuries, he would be able to feel confused again.
There is another stake in the Hunter’s hand, and the sigh that escapes the Vampire is almost resigned.
“You won’t be able to kill me.” The Vampire’s soft voice caresses the Hunter’s life, closer than he thought. And suddenly the stake is no longer in the Hunter’s hand, and the Hunter can feel the Vampire’s body embracing him from behind, all coldness and sharp angles.
And the Hunter’s blood races.
“Let me go…” The Hunter tries to say, but nothing in him wants to fight and his voice betrays him.
"Maybe in another life we will find each other again..." the Vampire whispers against the Hunter’s skin, so close to his pulse that it should be unnerving.
"You have no soul." The Hunter's retort is a hiss, all air as the Vampire lips graze his neck, cold skin against the Hunter’s beating life, and in spite of himself, the Hunter’s shudder is not from rejection.
“Perhaps…” And the Hunter isn’t sure if the eternally aloof Vampire is smiling or not, but it feels like he is.
“This ends tonight,” the Hunter manages to force out, through clenched teeth and with every ounce of willpower he can still muster.
“Yes,” the Vampire agrees, a slight purr in his voice.
The Vampire's tongue on his skin feels strange, rough, like a cat's and the comparison makes the Hunter flinch. The Hunter hates cats, has always been terrified of them. The Vampire chuckles at this, the vibration making goosebumps break all over the Hunter’s skin, making his entire body tingle.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The Vampire asks, his voice dark with hunger and bloodlust, his fangs coming out (and The Hunter wonders if it hurts the Vampire when that happens). The Vampire's teeth scrape lightly on the skin of the Hunter's neck, and then he can’t think anymore.
"No." It is a gasp, and it is slurred with a desire so deep that the Hunter can't even begin to deny, that stirs from deep in his loins. It makes him burn, hiss in spite of himself, as he trembles with the absolute exhilaration of the loss of all his willpower. It is a ‘no’ drenched in ‘yes’.
He isn't sure about this, but he wants it. Oh, how much he wants it. Throbbing in every inch of his skin, this lust that takes him away from everything his ancestors taught him, that has him lying awake every night, feeling the Vampire in the distance, the years of chasing him linking them in a level so profound he knows he has failed his clan, that he'll never be able to kill the Vampire.
And the need. To surrender, to let the Vampire bite him, to let go and give himself up to oblivion.
It hurts at first, although the Vampire’s teeth break his skin almost tenderly, and the Hunter could laugh at the irony of the Vampire’s care, but at the next heartbeat pure pleasure fills his body suddenly and thoroughly, and he even forgets how to breathe.
It is eternal and it doesn’t last long enough. The Hunter can feel life slipping away, finally, death embracing him like a welcome gift. But then the Vampire’s blood fills his mouth and everything burns from the inside out.
It is agony. It is rapture. And he feels like laughing like a mad man, as pleasure crests again and again over him, draining him of the life he knew and filling him with the Vampire. His darkness, his bloodlust and everything the Hunter should hate.
“I should have put a stake through your heart,” the Hunter hisses when he is able to speak again, hours and centuries later.
“Eternity would be even more boring without each other.” The aloof Vampire is back, but the Hunter doesn’t mind. This ends today and eternity be damned.
They wait for the dawn in a comfortable silence.
***
Through oceans of time and desire, a chance encounter, a blink of the Universe.
“Nice meeting you, I am Yaotome Hikaru and I will work with you from now on. Please take care of me.” The younger man bows and Yabu looks at him, a really weird sensation lurking at the back of his mind.
It is Yabu’s office and this man is Yabu’s new assistant, and this should be a normal instance, but for some reason…
“Have we met before? You seem so familiar…”
And for a moment their eyes glaze over and they are shrouded in timeless eternity.
”I knew you’d find me,” the Vampire says with Yabu’s voice and Yabu’s face, and Yabu’s life.
And Hikaru laughs with the Hunter’s demeanor. “Eternity is too boring without you.”
From: santa_johnny
Title: Through oceans of time and desire
Pairing/Group: Yabu Kota/Yaotome Hikaru, Hey! Say! JUMP!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vampire AU. Some references to blood, death, rebirth, things like that. Confusing prose and absolute lack of plot. I am gomen.
Notes: Dearest lilmiszjump10, I really hope you find something to enjoy in this fic, it has lots of love and not an ounce of skill... or sense. Eternal thanks to the mods for their patience <3 and to my super lovely last minute volunteer beta, that fixed all she could fix. Please marry me? I love you <3 Happy holidays to all of you!!
Summary: Maybe in another life they will meet again, and then this, whatever this thing between them is, won’t be a forbidden affair.
“I can feel you, you know?” The tall vampire’s voice is low and it fills the whole lair with its power.
The man hiding in the shadows is also tall, not like the Vampire, but he isn't short by any means. His long, strong fingers are gripping a stake, but the Vampire knows that the man will not use it.
“I know.” The man’s voice is slightly bemused, not a single trace of fear in it. Steady, like the beat of the man’s heart. The Vampire feels the bloodlust stir at that sound. Loud and clear, and tainted with something else, something the Vampire thought was long forgotten. Something like longing.
The Vampire can feel the presence of his nemesis, the one they sent to kill him. Cream of the crop, the gifted offspring of an ancient bloodline dedicated to search and kill the ones of his kind.
Centuries alone, centuries of boredom and thirst and finally, finally, him. The Vampire Hunter before him.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” The Vampire asks, almost rhetorically. The loaded sigh of the Hunter is a welcome surprise, and the Vampire doesn’t even try to suppress his smile.
The Hunter wishes it wasn't true, but he can't lie to himself. Not here, not with the Vampire’s power pulsing in the Hunter’s blood, caressing every inch of his skin, driving him madder by the second.
It’s been years, after all. Years of searching and chasing, with the Vampire always out of his grasp, always a step ahead. And the Hunter wonders, now that he has the ancient enemy of his clan in front of him, really, why has it taken so long for him to hunt the Vampire down.
Brief encounters, brisk skirmishes, and the Vampire is always, always escaping.
The Hunter doesn’t exactly know when he started to get connected to the Vampire, it happened so gradually… whispers at the dawn, the Vampire’s scent floating in the wind, the Vampire’s lean, skinny frame burnt somewhere in a corner of the Hunter’s mind. Day by day, in the distance, the Vampire’s presence in his brain becomes so strong that the Hunter can almost feel him, feel the Vampire’s life force, trace it, taste it, while he lay awake, restless, on his bed, in a feverish, dream-like delusion, feeling the tingle of the Vampire’s cold, thin hands roaming the Hunter’s body…
“I came to stop this,” the Hunter says, forcing his words past his lips. His entire body trembles and the stake falls to the ground. The Vampire doesn’t ask what this is, because he can feel it too, and because he is sure neither of them can define what they feel anyway.
This is a forbidden desire, and they both know it. Maybe the Hunter, as heir to a long tradition of vampire slayers has more to lose.
This is not love, because the Vampire is incapable of loving, but this bond runs deep between them, ties them together in a way none of them understand. They should hate each other, and they do, kind of. Or not at all. The Vampire never thought that, after all these centuries, he would be able to feel confused again.
There is another stake in the Hunter’s hand, and the sigh that escapes the Vampire is almost resigned.
“You won’t be able to kill me.” The Vampire’s soft voice caresses the Hunter’s life, closer than he thought. And suddenly the stake is no longer in the Hunter’s hand, and the Hunter can feel the Vampire’s body embracing him from behind, all coldness and sharp angles.
And the Hunter’s blood races.
“Let me go…” The Hunter tries to say, but nothing in him wants to fight and his voice betrays him.
"Maybe in another life we will find each other again..." the Vampire whispers against the Hunter’s skin, so close to his pulse that it should be unnerving.
"You have no soul." The Hunter's retort is a hiss, all air as the Vampire lips graze his neck, cold skin against the Hunter’s beating life, and in spite of himself, the Hunter’s shudder is not from rejection.
“Perhaps…” And the Hunter isn’t sure if the eternally aloof Vampire is smiling or not, but it feels like he is.
“This ends tonight,” the Hunter manages to force out, through clenched teeth and with every ounce of willpower he can still muster.
“Yes,” the Vampire agrees, a slight purr in his voice.
The Vampire's tongue on his skin feels strange, rough, like a cat's and the comparison makes the Hunter flinch. The Hunter hates cats, has always been terrified of them. The Vampire chuckles at this, the vibration making goosebumps break all over the Hunter’s skin, making his entire body tingle.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The Vampire asks, his voice dark with hunger and bloodlust, his fangs coming out (and The Hunter wonders if it hurts the Vampire when that happens). The Vampire's teeth scrape lightly on the skin of the Hunter's neck, and then he can’t think anymore.
"No." It is a gasp, and it is slurred with a desire so deep that the Hunter can't even begin to deny, that stirs from deep in his loins. It makes him burn, hiss in spite of himself, as he trembles with the absolute exhilaration of the loss of all his willpower. It is a ‘no’ drenched in ‘yes’.
He isn't sure about this, but he wants it. Oh, how much he wants it. Throbbing in every inch of his skin, this lust that takes him away from everything his ancestors taught him, that has him lying awake every night, feeling the Vampire in the distance, the years of chasing him linking them in a level so profound he knows he has failed his clan, that he'll never be able to kill the Vampire.
And the need. To surrender, to let the Vampire bite him, to let go and give himself up to oblivion.
It hurts at first, although the Vampire’s teeth break his skin almost tenderly, and the Hunter could laugh at the irony of the Vampire’s care, but at the next heartbeat pure pleasure fills his body suddenly and thoroughly, and he even forgets how to breathe.
It is eternal and it doesn’t last long enough. The Hunter can feel life slipping away, finally, death embracing him like a welcome gift. But then the Vampire’s blood fills his mouth and everything burns from the inside out.
It is agony. It is rapture. And he feels like laughing like a mad man, as pleasure crests again and again over him, draining him of the life he knew and filling him with the Vampire. His darkness, his bloodlust and everything the Hunter should hate.
“I should have put a stake through your heart,” the Hunter hisses when he is able to speak again, hours and centuries later.
“Eternity would be even more boring without each other.” The aloof Vampire is back, but the Hunter doesn’t mind. This ends today and eternity be damned.
They wait for the dawn in a comfortable silence.
***
Through oceans of time and desire, a chance encounter, a blink of the Universe.
“Nice meeting you, I am Yaotome Hikaru and I will work with you from now on. Please take care of me.” The younger man bows and Yabu looks at him, a really weird sensation lurking at the back of his mind.
It is Yabu’s office and this man is Yabu’s new assistant, and this should be a normal instance, but for some reason…
“Have we met before? You seem so familiar…”
And for a moment their eyes glaze over and they are shrouded in timeless eternity.
”I knew you’d find me,” the Vampire says with Yabu’s voice and Yabu’s face, and Yabu’s life.
And Hikaru laughs with the Hunter’s demeanor. “Eternity is too boring without you.”