[Team Angst] (Always Hungry) Lust for Blood
Prompt: Always Hungry
Title: Lust for Blood
Rating: M (brief mention of sex (only a couple of lines though), violence and some OOC-ness)
Spoilers: Post-series, but only really mentions Celes once so that is the only spoiler.
Author's notes: NOT Vamp!Fai, though would have been easier if I had just done that. Please don't hate me for what I do to Kurogane in this *hides from Kuro-fans* Hope this fullfills the prompt *fingers crossed*.
There was always a slight itch, running through his body, tingling at his skin. His hands shook and the need grew more intense each time he saw it.
To cause pain, to feel flesh tear, to see blood spare in front of his eyes.
He lusted for it.
Craved it.
And hated himself for it.
World after world everything was peaceful, as if everything bad had somehow been eliminated before they arrived.
Nothing to fight, nothing to conquer, nothing to do.
Syaoran always went off in search for information, Fai (having found some weird picture book on a planet he could read, then bought every single damn one in the series) was absorbed in his reading or flounced around cooking, Mokona bothered everyone in sight, and Kurogane was just there, the only thing he was able to do was work for their accommodation and money, which he did not consider useful.
Everything annoyed him now. Syaoran’s walking around a room with a book in his hands, making endless circuits and muttering to himself. Mokona’s incessant jabbering and bouncing around, trying to be cute but failed at it miserably. Even Fai was back to being a giant pain, it seemed that now they were lovers the mage thought he could pry into his feelings and make him talk anything bothering him. What was bothering him was the endless questions and the lack of fighting!
It had been months since he got to fight, to wield his sword, to slice down enemies in a single powerful blow.
He hungered for the rush of battle, for the sight of blood spurting from a body, the feel of crimson liquid flowing from his sword down to his hands.
A rush of pleasure filled him up just by imagining it.
Every time he thought of it he became so agitated that he had to leave whatever it was he happened to be doing to do something physical, whether it be running, practicing the sword or more intimate excursion.
Anger followed him all day now, after Celes and definitely Clow, he had thought that fighting was past him, that he could control what he was doing. There was no need to get stronger anymore, so why would he need to constantly find enemies to cut down?
Something inside him had hooked onto the bloodlust that used to rule his life and wanted him to continue with his previous rampage.
As each day passed the itch grew worse till nearly all he could think of was fighting.
It all came to a peak one night six months after leaving Clow.
“Let go Kurogane!” Fai yelled, pushing the ninja away.
They had been having sex, not unusual as they had been in a sort-of-relationship since Celes, however recently Kurogane had been rougher than usual, his frustration showing through.
This time he had been placing harsh kisses over Fai’s neck whilst scraping his fingers down the pale expanse of skin, enjoying the shivers and cries coming from below him. Afterwards he pushed into his lover without any preparation, savouring the scream that even the damn kid and pork-bun must have heard.
It was brutal and cruel, but Kurogane’s blood-lust could be forgotten in favour of this other outlet.
That was until Fai stopped it all, forcing the ninja away from his temporary relief.
“What?” Kurogane growled, annoyed that he was interrupted in his release.
Not listening to him Fai ran a hand down his body, seconds later blue eyes went wide as he inspected it. Blood glistened in the moonlight, bright against the pale flesh of the mages hand.
At the sight of the liquid Kurogane’s mouth dried up. It had been so long since he saw any that was not from his own shoulder. He longed to reach over and see the blood closer, to feel the warmness of it, inhale the copper scent of it.
Unconsciously he moved closer to Fai, who shot back away from him and the feral look in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Fai asked, a slight tremor entering his voice.
Kurogane grabbed the thin wrist tightly; he could feel a shudder pass through the mage. He wrenched the hand towards him, examining the blood, growling deep in his throat.
Suddenly he was pushed back forcefully, thrown away from the bed altogether and landing against the wall, slamming into it hard.
Looking up in outrage he saw that Fai hadn’t moved an inch, it must have been magic then.
Blue eyes were wide, shock and slight fear shining in their depths.
With a start Kurogane came to his senses.
Fai was afraid of him.
The man he loved with looking at him like he was a completely different person.
“You hurt me,” Fai’s voice was shaking.
Unable to say anything Kurogane turned his head away from the stricken image on the bed, tussled blond hair, red marks lining the pale body which he had done, blood oozing from the myriad of cuts.
It made him feel physically ill that he had caused this. That he hurt the one of the few people he had sworn to protect.
However not too far from the surface of his mind was the hunger. To fight, for blood, for pain.
Shuffling from the bed. Looking up Kurogane saw Fai wrapping himself up in the sheets. Without saying another word to Kurogane he left the room.
Sitting there on the ground Kurogane couldn’t do anything.
The hungry for blood rattled around inside his brain, pushing out everything else. Nothing could sate this expect for battle.
Fai didn’t talk to him or even so much as look at him for the entire time they were in that world or the next one. When he did eventually choose to speak it was in short sentences with none of the previous affection, somehow it had hurt the wizard deeper than the cuts he had inflicted.
Three worlds after the night be angered Fai his temper was running short and control may have been slipping, slightly, though he blamed it on the fact the mage was still not paying him any attention.
On that world there was a man, tall, dark and handsome who had let them into his home to rest, all for nothing. Well he said he was doing it as a kind gesture but Kurogane could see a somewhat evil glint in his eyes and knew immediately that he was up to something. The way the man was staring at Fai all the time, making him laugh, smiling and taking any opportunity to touch him just showed that.
Kurogane was aching for a fight and the man was practically offering him one.
Four days after they arrived Kurogane woke up early for his daily practice, before he could leave the man walked up to him, acting all friendly. Then asked him something that made his vision go blood red,
“Do you think that Fai would like to stay with me?” he might have said some other things as well but that was all the ninja could focus on.
This man, with his evil eyes and touching, was trying to take away his lover, his outlet. And that would not be tolerated.
He only got a few punches in, mainly on the face, before the man’s pathetic cries of pain drew attention from inside the house.
Within seconds the kid and the pork-bun were outside attempting to pull him away from the man. They weren’t strong enough and it was only when, moments later, Fai came outside that he was removed from the quivering man. Syaoran and Mokona helped the man back inside, with instructions from Fai to clean him up.
Blue eyes, shining with anger rounded on Kurogane, but he didn’t care, still filled with righteous fury and the need to cause pain.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Fai fumed at him.
Kurogane glared back to the blond.
“Fine,” the mage sighed after a few seconds without an answer, “don’t tell me anything, I’ll talk. I know that you have been restless lately, maybe I should have tried to find more energetic things for you, but that is no reason to beat up someone helping us.”
“He was planning to take you away,” Kurogane growled.
Narrowing his eyes Fai looked the other up and down. “If that were true do you think I would allow myself to be taken away? In case you have forgotten I am just as strong as you, if not more so, so don’t try to use me as an excuse to act out, Kurogane.”
There was an itch under Kurogane’s skin, a need to lash out at the mage, beat him until he saw the truth. The pathetic excuse for a man hadn’t helped his hunger for battle at all. Before he could respond to his instinct Fai sighed sadly, drawing his attention. It sounded so miserable that his heart wrenched, reacting to the distress of his love, pulling him back from the brink.
“Please could you try not to beat up our hosts in the future,” Fai said, his voice tired, “we’ll think of something to help you release your energy.” He reached up and lightly touched a tanned cheek, stroking it lightly. “Please no more fighting, for me.”
Kurogane shakily lifted his own hand and petted the soft blond locks of Fai’s hair. However he knew that he could never do as Fai wanted. The burning was still there and it took all of his self-control not to cause pain to the man in front of him.
After what seemed like a dozen more worlds they had landed in one at war. They had quickly been ushered into a castle, then asked if they would join in their army. Some sob story about wrong-doings from a neighbouring country and how they were trying to avenge their lost honour was told, making the pork-bun cry which didn’t seem too hard. Right away Kurogane agreed to help, if it would get rid of his lust for blood then he would be willing to do anything at this point.
The eve before he was going off into battle his door opened, they had all been given large beautiful suites as a bribe to help a losing country.
“Don’t do it,” the soft voice of the mage said from behind him. “You promised me, no more fighting.”
Turning around Kurogane saw his lover standing there, swamped in fine fabric, pale hair glistening in the moonlight, eyes somewhat lost as they stared at him intensely.
“Aren’t we supposed to help people?” Kurogane returned.
“Not like this.” Fai walked up to him, raising his hands to place of either side of the ninja’s face, framing it. “Something’s wrong with you, this isn’t normal.”
Wrenching away from the tender grasp Kurogane scoffed. “What would you know about normal?”
“The man I fell in love with wouldn’t hurt me,” Fai said, voice hard as stone, “ever.”
Deep inside Kurogane knew that, he had sworn to protect Fai but couldn’t stop himself. Soon he would be able to get rid of this incessant need to cause pain and go back to how he used to be, return to this life of travelling with his new family, the pangs of the need to battle only minor, able to be ignored.
“And he wouldn’t attack an innocent man,” he continued.
“This isn’t about that,” Kurogane said eventually.
Blue eyes stared at him accusingly. “Don’t do this.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Kurogane burst out, annoyed beyond belief.
“Fine,” Fai said, sighing sadly. “Do what you want.” He walked over to the door, ready to leave.
“I can control myself!” Kurogane yelled at his back.
“If you say so, but if you can’t...” there was a pause as Fai drew a shaky breath, “...I won’t be able to be with you anymore. I can’t let what happened with Ashura occur again, it just hurts too much to watch someone you love lose control and judgement. Don’t make me go through it, not again, not with you.” After a brief silence Fai left, the door slamming behind him.
How dare the mage compare him to Ashura? He wasn’t mad and he could control himself. That idiot didn’t know what he was talking about.
The next day Fai was back to not looking at him, but Kurogane couldn’t bring himself to care too much.
When sent onto the battlefield, he was a force to be reckoned with, enemies were cut done in seconds. The sound of dying screams, the wet noise of limbs being wrenched away from the body, swords clanging. It was intoxicating.
Adrenaline rushed through him as he danced around the field, hitting whatever he could with his sword. Blood swept through the hair, landing in his hair, face, drenched his clothes and dripping down sword to pool at his hand. Sticky and bitter.
This was what he lived for, what he knew better than anything. Over the years he had grown to love the power it gave him or life and death, he was in complete control. It gave off a nostalgic warmth which he had longed for all this time. He had been denying himself before, but this was what he lived for, nothing could change what he been and when he tried to become something different it hadn’t been right.
Finally there were no more enemies left. The army on the side he had been yelled in joy, enjoying the glow of victory. Not that they deserved it, almost body laying there had fallen to his sword and power. Smirking Kurogane felt satisfied for now, however by the time he was back at the castle the small niggling feeling at the back of brain was back.
He wanted more.
His travelling companions stared at him in horror when he saw them next; the pork-bun firmly nestled in Syaoran’s clothes, only looking at him to then squeak and hide further, the boy upset and scared, Fai looked at him sadly, blue eyes watery and shook his head at Kurogane.
Somehow he felt like he had betrayed them. They had expectations of him, to be a good, kind, righteous man. He believed he was but he was also a ninja, made to fight to hunger for blood.
No matter what he had to regain who he truly was, even if he lost something important to get it?
~the end.
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