[Fic] Even in death
Title : [Fic] Even in death
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Fantasy. Smut. Romance.
Pairing : Jun/Sho, Ohno/Nino, Aiba/Yoko
Summary : Angel AU Verse - Volume 2.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count :around 1800 words
Note : after a year, it’s back! Hope you enjoy :D
( Inseparable)
“Aiba-san is dead.” Announces Jun when Ohno greets him in his office, roughly two hours after he heard the news himself. He’d been with Sakurai Sho - the Vampire leader - at the time, and despite his better judgments, he’d ended up making sure the leader of the vampire nation was alright before he left him.
The Sentinel leader pauses on his tracks, gaze zeroing in on Jun in a way that should be terrifying, his expression unchanging despite the unmistakable shift in the air around him. Ohno’s wings materialized behind him in an almost unconscious gesture, giving himself a moment to absorb that news before continuing walking, the door closing miraculously behind him.
“How did that happen?” says Ohno when he’s properly inside; Jun has to remind himself not to react when he’s assaulted with Nino’s scent clinging to the angel, despite the fact that Ohno’s obviously trying to cover it up probably by taking a quick shower before he went out to meet with Jun.
“I have yet to get the details, but Sakurai thinks the lycans are involved,” he says, the words taste bitter in his tongue knowing how roughly the bloodsucker took the news of his second’s death.
Ohno’s eyes narrow. “Why?” Ohno asks, then quickly follows it with, “You were with him when it happened?”
Jun swallows past the lump that lodges itself in his throat. “I’m not sure yet,” he says, “and well, not exactly; we don’t know when or how Aiba-san died, but I was with him when someone called him to inform him of Aiba-san’s death.” he adds.
Ohno nods in affirmation. “How’s he?”
Jun shrugs; the question floors him but he tries not to let it show. “Hell if I know. The bastard sure knows how to keep his emotions hidden, but I guess it’s difficult not to see how furious he was,” he says. “If he has a heart, I’d even say he’s heartbroken, but that’s obviously debatable.”
“Aiba-chan is his best friend,” Ohno says, “and probably the only Fallen angel I’ve come to like despite the circumstances. It must be hard on him.”
Jun obviously has no answer to that. How could he, when he’s not even sure what to think about all these, when being with Sakurai at the time was confusing as it was heartrending. Sure, he hates the vampire’s gut, as he does with all the other vampires like him, and the uncontrollable desire he has for the bloodsucker is something he could readily admit knowing he’s far from acting on it (yet), but the emotion the vampire’s presence is slowly drawing out from him is confusing the shit out of him and that’s something he’s not ready for.
That’s the part that he has no intention of letting anyone know just yet, if he could help it, not the Sentinel leader or even the vampire leader himself.
“Sakurai Sho and I have our differences,” Ohno follows, as if sensing Jun’s uneasiness and doing his best not to address it out loud. Jun vaguely wonders if he should be glad or embarrass or both. He settles for keeping his mouth shut as Ohno continues. “But he’s still the brother of the woman I loved. And he just lost her for good; losing his best friend on top of that must be - hard.”
He sighs. “What do you want me to do, then?”
Ohno gives him a look, one that is just as difficult to decipher. “Find out who did this to Aiba-san,” the Sentinel leader says. He sounds nothing different but Jun knows better to think he’s not affected. He is, and not even the lack of expression is going to make Jun think otherwise. “And if you can, please just keep looking after Sakurai Sho. He needs all the help he could get now that his second in command is dead.”
Jun frowns at that. “With all due respect, Ohno-san, you do realize our kind don’t actually get along, right? Do you need me to remind you that just a few days ago, I was hunting his kind; you don’t actually think he’s going to like it if a lycan suddenly starts sniffing after him as if -“
“I don’t suppose he would, but we’re doing this as a favor to him so, don’t you think he would be glad for it, at the very least? And frankly, it’s not we’re doing it just for him, but also for everyone involved. I do consider Aiba-chan as a friend, no matter what his leader thinks, and just like Sakurai Sho, I want to know exactly what happened to him.”
Jun shakes his head, completely unable to come up with anything that would enable him to turn down the Sentinel leader’s request. Instead, he sighs quietly and bows.
“This is not going to be easy, alright? But I’ll try my best.”
Ohno’s hand grips his shoulder and squeezes, in thanks. “I trust you to keep an eye on Sakurai, Jun-kun, just as I trusted you with Nino. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?”
“Okay, Ohno-san.”
“I’ll see you again soon.”
Jun bows his head and makes his way out of the door, vaguely wondering what he’d just agreed into.
+
Nino feels the angel’s presence even before he sees him, his weight settling on the bed next to him and curling around Nino to gather Nino in. It’s comfortable in a way that makes Nino wonder the possibilities of being exactly where he wants to be, here in the cradle of Ohno’s embrace, when it’s never been that way for him before he met the angel.
“Did I wake you, my love?” Ohno whispers, softly, against the start of Nino’s hair as he pushes his face against the crook of Ohno’s throat, like a puppy seeking heat. He hums and leans further into that comforting warmth, barely realizing he’s licking that spot on Ohno’s neck where his pulse is throbbing lightly under his skin.
“Oh, you’re hungry?” Ohno follows with a melodious laughter that sends electricity down his spine, squeaking when Ohno’s arms worm around his narrow hips to pull him up. He giggles, couldn’t not, when he realizes he’s primly on top of the angel, his hand cradling the back of Nino’s head, guiding Nino’s face firmly against his neck.
“Come on, you need to eat. It’s okay.”
“Oh-chan -“ he hums, tongue tracing the skin beneath his lips, feeling Ohno’s pulse elevating as his fangs descend, poking the angel’s soft skin. He’s still mostly asleep, but the scent of Ohno’s skin is intoxicating enough to prompt him awake, the same way the taste of his blood is. He breathes through his nose and bites, only vaguely feeling Ohno’s answering shiver when his fangs pierced through skin.
“Yes, just like that, Kazu. Take everything you need, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Ohno answers, voice ragged as he lays there, stroking the back of Nino’s neck as Nino’s cheeks hollow on a hard suck, throat working as he swallows what he could.
+
He lays there panting when he’s done, licking the angel’s wound close before shifting to look at the angel’s face. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but Nino feels the difference just the same. He sits atop the angel’s torso and looks him over, feels the way his no longer beating heart breaks for Ohno as the angel reaches over to touch Nino’s cheek.
“What’s wrong, angel?” he asks, feels his renewed strength weakening at the melancholic way Ohno smiles at him in answer.
“Nothing. How are you feeling?”
Nino tsks, shifting so he’s no longer sitting on Ohno but on the mattress instead. Then he’s grabbing on Ohno’s wrist to pull him into an upright position, his vampire strength making the action possible. Ohno is left with no other choice but to obey, copying Nino’s stance despite his obvious reluctance.
“Tell me, did something happen while I’m knocked out cold?”
“Why’d you even think that, huh?”
Nino frowns; it’s obvious that Ohno is trying to keep whatever it is that happened earlier while he’s practically dead a secret, but Nino is nothing but insistent. He squeezes Ohno’s wrist and scoots closer, fingers finding Ohno’s jaw.
“You think I can’t tell you’re not okay? I’m practically leeching off you to survive, Sentinel; your blood flowing in my body is what’s keeping me alive right now, so it goes without saying that I know when something’s not right. And you’re not yourself right now, no matter how hard you try to hide it. Now tell me what’s going on or I won’t be held responsible for doing what must be done to wring it out of you.”
“Does it involve your mouth, or am I asking for too much?” Ohno teases, but it lacks it’s supposed jibe that the statement only makes Nino’s chest hurt in return.
“Oh-chan -“ he starts, pulling Ohno to him before the angel could stop him. He senses the angel’s sadness even without him showing it - the same way Ohno could in reverse - and Nino knows this is just the beginning of what they are - what they could be together, like two halves of a whole. It’s wonderful as much as it is downright terrifying, but Nino regrets none of it, because of Ohno.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, please? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s happening.”
Ohno doesn’t say anything and it’s probably because he can’t; he’s shaking when Nino folds his arms around the angel’s back, holding him tight as Ohno lets out sounds of combined anguish and pain in answer, something that Nino couldn’t stand to hear.
+
He’s pacing around the apartment when the angel arrives. Somehow, it pisses him off that he’s clearly the one being manipulated when it should be the other way around.
“Did anyone suspect anything?” the Sentinel asks, grinning from ear to ear. He feels like punching him in the face, but knowing how he would only make a bigger fool of himself by doing so, he stops himself short and scowls instead.
“You think that’s even possible given how thorough you were? I would think I’m dead myself seeing the carnage you left at the scene, for fuck’s sake.”
“I’d take that as a compliment, bloodsucker,” the Sentinel says, “Still, we need to be extra careful. Your lot seems to be on a rampage after your death. Looks like your leader is out for blood, calling everyone of your bloodsucking minions to find out who murdered you. We can’t be too careful at this point. We need everything to be perfect for the final show.”
“You’re a fool if you think Sho-kun’s going into war with the angels for me, Sentinel.”
“No, but Ohno would. And not for you, you idiot; of course not.”
“What - what do you mean by that?”
The Sentinel grins, and for a moment there, he honestly wonders why he thought it was a good idea to work with this angel to bring about change in the lives of every vampire that ever exist.
“Just you wait, bloodsucker, and I’ll let you know. In the meantime, just stay here and stay hidden. I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to rise from the ashes.”
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Fantasy. Smut. Romance.
Pairing : Jun/Sho, Ohno/Nino, Aiba/Yoko
Summary : Angel AU Verse - Volume 2.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count :around 1800 words
Note : after a year, it’s back! Hope you enjoy :D
( Inseparable)
“Aiba-san is dead.” Announces Jun when Ohno greets him in his office, roughly two hours after he heard the news himself. He’d been with Sakurai Sho - the Vampire leader - at the time, and despite his better judgments, he’d ended up making sure the leader of the vampire nation was alright before he left him.
The Sentinel leader pauses on his tracks, gaze zeroing in on Jun in a way that should be terrifying, his expression unchanging despite the unmistakable shift in the air around him. Ohno’s wings materialized behind him in an almost unconscious gesture, giving himself a moment to absorb that news before continuing walking, the door closing miraculously behind him.
“How did that happen?” says Ohno when he’s properly inside; Jun has to remind himself not to react when he’s assaulted with Nino’s scent clinging to the angel, despite the fact that Ohno’s obviously trying to cover it up probably by taking a quick shower before he went out to meet with Jun.
“I have yet to get the details, but Sakurai thinks the lycans are involved,” he says, the words taste bitter in his tongue knowing how roughly the bloodsucker took the news of his second’s death.
Ohno’s eyes narrow. “Why?” Ohno asks, then quickly follows it with, “You were with him when it happened?”
Jun swallows past the lump that lodges itself in his throat. “I’m not sure yet,” he says, “and well, not exactly; we don’t know when or how Aiba-san died, but I was with him when someone called him to inform him of Aiba-san’s death.” he adds.
Ohno nods in affirmation. “How’s he?”
Jun shrugs; the question floors him but he tries not to let it show. “Hell if I know. The bastard sure knows how to keep his emotions hidden, but I guess it’s difficult not to see how furious he was,” he says. “If he has a heart, I’d even say he’s heartbroken, but that’s obviously debatable.”
“Aiba-chan is his best friend,” Ohno says, “and probably the only Fallen angel I’ve come to like despite the circumstances. It must be hard on him.”
Jun obviously has no answer to that. How could he, when he’s not even sure what to think about all these, when being with Sakurai at the time was confusing as it was heartrending. Sure, he hates the vampire’s gut, as he does with all the other vampires like him, and the uncontrollable desire he has for the bloodsucker is something he could readily admit knowing he’s far from acting on it (yet), but the emotion the vampire’s presence is slowly drawing out from him is confusing the shit out of him and that’s something he’s not ready for.
That’s the part that he has no intention of letting anyone know just yet, if he could help it, not the Sentinel leader or even the vampire leader himself.
“Sakurai Sho and I have our differences,” Ohno follows, as if sensing Jun’s uneasiness and doing his best not to address it out loud. Jun vaguely wonders if he should be glad or embarrass or both. He settles for keeping his mouth shut as Ohno continues. “But he’s still the brother of the woman I loved. And he just lost her for good; losing his best friend on top of that must be - hard.”
He sighs. “What do you want me to do, then?”
Ohno gives him a look, one that is just as difficult to decipher. “Find out who did this to Aiba-san,” the Sentinel leader says. He sounds nothing different but Jun knows better to think he’s not affected. He is, and not even the lack of expression is going to make Jun think otherwise. “And if you can, please just keep looking after Sakurai Sho. He needs all the help he could get now that his second in command is dead.”
Jun frowns at that. “With all due respect, Ohno-san, you do realize our kind don’t actually get along, right? Do you need me to remind you that just a few days ago, I was hunting his kind; you don’t actually think he’s going to like it if a lycan suddenly starts sniffing after him as if -“
“I don’t suppose he would, but we’re doing this as a favor to him so, don’t you think he would be glad for it, at the very least? And frankly, it’s not we’re doing it just for him, but also for everyone involved. I do consider Aiba-chan as a friend, no matter what his leader thinks, and just like Sakurai Sho, I want to know exactly what happened to him.”
Jun shakes his head, completely unable to come up with anything that would enable him to turn down the Sentinel leader’s request. Instead, he sighs quietly and bows.
“This is not going to be easy, alright? But I’ll try my best.”
Ohno’s hand grips his shoulder and squeezes, in thanks. “I trust you to keep an eye on Sakurai, Jun-kun, just as I trusted you with Nino. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?”
“Okay, Ohno-san.”
“I’ll see you again soon.”
Jun bows his head and makes his way out of the door, vaguely wondering what he’d just agreed into.
+
Nino feels the angel’s presence even before he sees him, his weight settling on the bed next to him and curling around Nino to gather Nino in. It’s comfortable in a way that makes Nino wonder the possibilities of being exactly where he wants to be, here in the cradle of Ohno’s embrace, when it’s never been that way for him before he met the angel.
“Did I wake you, my love?” Ohno whispers, softly, against the start of Nino’s hair as he pushes his face against the crook of Ohno’s throat, like a puppy seeking heat. He hums and leans further into that comforting warmth, barely realizing he’s licking that spot on Ohno’s neck where his pulse is throbbing lightly under his skin.
“Oh, you’re hungry?” Ohno follows with a melodious laughter that sends electricity down his spine, squeaking when Ohno’s arms worm around his narrow hips to pull him up. He giggles, couldn’t not, when he realizes he’s primly on top of the angel, his hand cradling the back of Nino’s head, guiding Nino’s face firmly against his neck.
“Come on, you need to eat. It’s okay.”
“Oh-chan -“ he hums, tongue tracing the skin beneath his lips, feeling Ohno’s pulse elevating as his fangs descend, poking the angel’s soft skin. He’s still mostly asleep, but the scent of Ohno’s skin is intoxicating enough to prompt him awake, the same way the taste of his blood is. He breathes through his nose and bites, only vaguely feeling Ohno’s answering shiver when his fangs pierced through skin.
“Yes, just like that, Kazu. Take everything you need, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Ohno answers, voice ragged as he lays there, stroking the back of Nino’s neck as Nino’s cheeks hollow on a hard suck, throat working as he swallows what he could.
+
He lays there panting when he’s done, licking the angel’s wound close before shifting to look at the angel’s face. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but Nino feels the difference just the same. He sits atop the angel’s torso and looks him over, feels the way his no longer beating heart breaks for Ohno as the angel reaches over to touch Nino’s cheek.
“What’s wrong, angel?” he asks, feels his renewed strength weakening at the melancholic way Ohno smiles at him in answer.
“Nothing. How are you feeling?”
Nino tsks, shifting so he’s no longer sitting on Ohno but on the mattress instead. Then he’s grabbing on Ohno’s wrist to pull him into an upright position, his vampire strength making the action possible. Ohno is left with no other choice but to obey, copying Nino’s stance despite his obvious reluctance.
“Tell me, did something happen while I’m knocked out cold?”
“Why’d you even think that, huh?”
Nino frowns; it’s obvious that Ohno is trying to keep whatever it is that happened earlier while he’s practically dead a secret, but Nino is nothing but insistent. He squeezes Ohno’s wrist and scoots closer, fingers finding Ohno’s jaw.
“You think I can’t tell you’re not okay? I’m practically leeching off you to survive, Sentinel; your blood flowing in my body is what’s keeping me alive right now, so it goes without saying that I know when something’s not right. And you’re not yourself right now, no matter how hard you try to hide it. Now tell me what’s going on or I won’t be held responsible for doing what must be done to wring it out of you.”
“Does it involve your mouth, or am I asking for too much?” Ohno teases, but it lacks it’s supposed jibe that the statement only makes Nino’s chest hurt in return.
“Oh-chan -“ he starts, pulling Ohno to him before the angel could stop him. He senses the angel’s sadness even without him showing it - the same way Ohno could in reverse - and Nino knows this is just the beginning of what they are - what they could be together, like two halves of a whole. It’s wonderful as much as it is downright terrifying, but Nino regrets none of it, because of Ohno.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, please? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s happening.”
Ohno doesn’t say anything and it’s probably because he can’t; he’s shaking when Nino folds his arms around the angel’s back, holding him tight as Ohno lets out sounds of combined anguish and pain in answer, something that Nino couldn’t stand to hear.
+
He’s pacing around the apartment when the angel arrives. Somehow, it pisses him off that he’s clearly the one being manipulated when it should be the other way around.
“Did anyone suspect anything?” the Sentinel asks, grinning from ear to ear. He feels like punching him in the face, but knowing how he would only make a bigger fool of himself by doing so, he stops himself short and scowls instead.
“You think that’s even possible given how thorough you were? I would think I’m dead myself seeing the carnage you left at the scene, for fuck’s sake.”
“I’d take that as a compliment, bloodsucker,” the Sentinel says, “Still, we need to be extra careful. Your lot seems to be on a rampage after your death. Looks like your leader is out for blood, calling everyone of your bloodsucking minions to find out who murdered you. We can’t be too careful at this point. We need everything to be perfect for the final show.”
“You’re a fool if you think Sho-kun’s going into war with the angels for me, Sentinel.”
“No, but Ohno would. And not for you, you idiot; of course not.”
“What - what do you mean by that?”
The Sentinel grins, and for a moment there, he honestly wonders why he thought it was a good idea to work with this angel to bring about change in the lives of every vampire that ever exist.
“Just you wait, bloodsucker, and I’ll let you know. In the meantime, just stay here and stay hidden. I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to rise from the ashes.”