[Fic] Ripple
Title : [Fic] Ripple
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Fantasy. Smut. Romance.
Pairing : Sho/Jun, Ohno/Nino, Aiba/?
Summary : Angel AU Verse - Volume 2.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count :around 1900 words
Note : surprise! :D
(Into the deep)
The first order of business was to try and find out what had really transpired the day Aiba was found dead. For the most part, Sho was convinced that the lycans and the Sentinels were involved - they always are, anyway - but once they did their initial investigations, followed by the reports from Matsumoto’s own team of lycans whom he had sent to the site of Aiba’s murder to investigate, he couldn’t help but wonder if somehow, he was wrong.
Matsumoto pointed out the obvious afterwards, thankfully not in front of the lycans that kept eyeing him as if they wanted to stake him to the nearest wall. To be fair, it wasn’t like he could blame them. He’d pretty much feel the same thing if he were them. Matsumoto waved them off, gesturing them to leave. They did without another word, leaving him and the lycan alone.
“Your sense of smell is damn near as good as mine, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto said, sounding pretty much convinced that this particular murder wasn’t done by lycans or even by the angels. There was just no way. “Surely, you smelled that. Those weren’t just Aiba-san’s blood, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed.”
Sho shook his head, hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. He honestly didn’t know what else to think, but the evidence sure was clear. It couldn’t have been done by lycans as they were made to believe.
“It’s obviously a setup,” Matsumoto commented afterward, as if he had to clearly point that out. “It has to be. Otherwise, whoever did this wouldn’t even think of putting that much Sentinel and lycan blood to cover up how little Aiba-san’s own was left in there.”
A part of him knew better than to believe what the lycan was saying, but the evidence alone was enough to convince him otherwise. His own blood pounded hard in his ears in rage, wondering where he should begin the hunt to find who are responsible.
“I know what you’re thinking, Sakurai,” Matsumoto then said, and thus effectively breaking him out of his blinding rage. “And believe me, I want the same thing too. To find the people who did this to your second, we need all the help we could get. You need to setup a special team of bloodsuckers to follow this trail, while we’re doing our own investigation. Can you do that?” Sho gave the lycan a look, surprised and equal-parts amused that despite their contracting personalities, he and the lycan sure were thinking along the same lines.
And well, he hoped he could, but he was at this point where he wasn’t sure who to trust anymore. Judging with the carnage left on the scene, whoever did this to Aiba wanted to make sure the trail would end there. If it wasn’t for Matsumoto, he wouldn’t even realize this was the case. The vampire who went forward to give the report was certain lycans were involved.
That was obviously not the case here.
“I’d rather do this job myself,” he muttered, turning around so he no longer had to look at the lycan in the face. It was hard enough standing there, at the site of Aiba’s murder smelling all that blood, when he was struggling to keep his hunger at bay as it was. “I want to be the one to find whoever did this to my friend, kill them with my own bare hands to avenge Aiba. I can’t let anyone do this. Aiba would have wanted me to just mourn for him for a time and then move on. But I can’t do that. I just can’t.” He said through gritted teeth.
He felt more than feel Matsumoto’s sympathy rolling out of him in waves. It was confusing as much as it was arousing, feeling all that warmth directed at him. Somehow, he doubted it was done out of spite, but he couldn’t really be sure. But then again, he could tell if the lycan was lying, which he was not. The steady beating of his heart told Sho that the lycan meant every word.
Crap, he guessed it was time he found someone to feed on before he ended up taking on the lycan’s offer and regret it for the rest of his days.
“I hear you loud and clear, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto breathed, but the usual jeer marring his tone was missing. “Still, I can’t let you do it alone. I have my orders to assist you in any way I can, and I’m not in the habit of ditching my duties just because a part of me wants to kill you too. We’ll get there someday, but for now, we have a job to do. Agreed?”
He shook his head and chuckled, incredulous and equal-parts amazed at how the lycan seemed to be taking all of this in stride. There was simplicity in the way he regarded things, but Sho was certain that wasn’t all there was to it. The lycan was loyal to a fault, but that loyalty was clearly not for Sho.
Matsumoto made that very clear from the beginning, as was his desire to kill Sho.
Somehow, putting their mutual desire to fuck each other being thrown into the mix certainly didn’t help.
“Well, it’s not like you’ll do what I say if I tell you to bugger off,” he mused, meeting the lycan’s eyes. “And let’s just be clear about one thing; I didn’t ask for your help, but I’m not saying I don’t appreciate you being here. You said it yourself; I need all the help I could get to get to the bottom of things, and to find Aiba’s killers, but I don’t trust that many vampires working for me to do the job either. Who knows, maybe vampires are involved in this too. Obviously, I can’t ask other lycans to help me, or march over to the Sentinels and ask for theirs, though technically, that was the same thing since Ohno decided it was better to send you instead. But there are things I have to do by myself, okay? Surely, you know what I’m talking about.” He said, eyeing the lycan wryly and debating the merits of simply giving in to the other’s offer instead of driving another few hours just to get the sustenance he needed.
Matsumoto narrowed his eyes, clearly understanding what Sho was referring to. “I hate to break it to you, Sakurai, but my orders are clear. I am not to let you out of my sight, and that’s exactly what I planned on doing.”
“Well, I have no plans on starving myself just because you’re here,” he snorted, marching out towards the direction of where the car was parked. It was almost dark now; it wouldn’t take him under an hour to get to Hirano’s lair to satisfy his hunger. If he was lucky, he might find someone suitable enough to fuck, too, while he was there.
He only managed a couple of steps forward before the lycan’s hand grabbed him around the elbow and pulled him back. Sho snarled, baring his fangs; the lycan barely even flinched.
“Easy, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto said, more like whispered, his warm breath caressing Sho’s face in a way that was almost absurd. But that didn’t explain why he could feel his dick hardening at the closeness, or why he hadn’t yet shook the lycan off to free himself from his grip. Right then and there, a sound escaped the lycan’s throat, a resounding growl that made the hairs at the back of Sho’s neck stand on end, knew he had to be cautious.
When he lifted his head, he realized the lycan was snarling, eyes bright red looking Sho over. He realized that in his desire to flee, to retaliate, he’d unwillingly woken the beast. Looking at Matsumoto now, at the way his fingers trembled around their grip on Sho’s arm, Sho knew Matsumoto was struggling to keep the beast at bay.
“Stay still,” Matsumoto gritted, breathe coming in ragged huffs. Sho stayed dutifully still, his unbeating heart trembling at the unexpected closeness. “Just - Just stay there, okay? I have it under control, I swear. Just -“
“I know,” he breathed, nodding in understanding. He was a predator himself, so he knew exactly how it felt to have to chase his prey in a way that would be enjoyable. But this was different; vampires don’t desire the way the lycans do, and despite their mutual animosity standing in the way, he knew the beast wanted him just as much as the man did.
“God, I am going to regret this,” Matsumoto hissed, before his lips touched the base of Sho’s neck, inhaling deeply. Sho gasped, sharp and sudden, his hands balling into fists when the lycan repeated the action two more times. Then without another word, Matsumoto’s mouth drifted further, his lips leaving trail of heat on its wake, as he mapped Sho’s skin with eagerness he hadn’t shown earlier.
Soon, there were fingers dipping underneath his shirt from behind, fingertips tracing up his back and settling there.
“Get your dirty hands off me, dog,” he wheezed, but stayed rooted where he was. Matsumoto chuckled and slowly withdrew his hands, but his mouth stayed where it was, licking wetly on a spot beneath his clavicle and driving him mad with want.
“Hands off, I get it,” Matsumoto murmured, and dipped his head low before Sho could form another verbal protest. Those lips migrated to one of his nipples and bit him through his shirt without preamble, and a whining sound escaped the back of Sho’s throat before he could even stop it. He opened his mouth to say something, but the lycan beat him to it, stepping backward just far enough to look him in the eye and said, “Undo the buttons yourself, then, since you don’t want me to do it. Let me see you, Sakurai.”
Sho felt inclined to say something rude in return, but the way Matsumoto regarded him with that look of pure yearning turned him on in a way he hadn’t experienced before. His fingers moved on their own accord, shaking as they worked to undo the buttons of his dress shirt while the lycan watched.
Once done, Matsumoto growled, the sound raw with need. His eyes raked Sho’s body with hunger that made Sho’s stomach coil in anticipation.
Matsumoto took a step forward but kept his hands behind himself, dipped his head and circled the tip of one of Sho’s nipples, sucking hungrily. Sho moaned, unable to help himself any longer. He was breathing harshly by the time Matsumoto took his attention to the other nipple, while Sho’s hand drifted down to squeeze himself through his pants.
Matsumoto pulled away and watched the way Sho rolled his palm over the bulge his dick made through his pants and smirked. He dropped to the ground unceremoniously, and then nosing Sho’s dick through the fabric while Sho watched.
Matsumoto lifted his head and offered him a wicked grin. “Take yourself out, Sakurai,” the lycan muttered, licking his lips. “Take it out and feed it to me. You know you want to.” He said.
Sho willed his fingers not to shake but they still did, as he unzipped his pants and drew his cock out there in the open, watching in awe as Matsumoto’s mouth opened eagerly to swallow him down.
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Fantasy. Smut. Romance.
Pairing : Sho/Jun, Ohno/Nino, Aiba/?
Summary : Angel AU Verse - Volume 2.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Word count :around 1900 words
Note : surprise! :D
(Into the deep)
The first order of business was to try and find out what had really transpired the day Aiba was found dead. For the most part, Sho was convinced that the lycans and the Sentinels were involved - they always are, anyway - but once they did their initial investigations, followed by the reports from Matsumoto’s own team of lycans whom he had sent to the site of Aiba’s murder to investigate, he couldn’t help but wonder if somehow, he was wrong.
Matsumoto pointed out the obvious afterwards, thankfully not in front of the lycans that kept eyeing him as if they wanted to stake him to the nearest wall. To be fair, it wasn’t like he could blame them. He’d pretty much feel the same thing if he were them. Matsumoto waved them off, gesturing them to leave. They did without another word, leaving him and the lycan alone.
“Your sense of smell is damn near as good as mine, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto said, sounding pretty much convinced that this particular murder wasn’t done by lycans or even by the angels. There was just no way. “Surely, you smelled that. Those weren’t just Aiba-san’s blood, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed.”
Sho shook his head, hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. He honestly didn’t know what else to think, but the evidence sure was clear. It couldn’t have been done by lycans as they were made to believe.
“It’s obviously a setup,” Matsumoto commented afterward, as if he had to clearly point that out. “It has to be. Otherwise, whoever did this wouldn’t even think of putting that much Sentinel and lycan blood to cover up how little Aiba-san’s own was left in there.”
A part of him knew better than to believe what the lycan was saying, but the evidence alone was enough to convince him otherwise. His own blood pounded hard in his ears in rage, wondering where he should begin the hunt to find who are responsible.
“I know what you’re thinking, Sakurai,” Matsumoto then said, and thus effectively breaking him out of his blinding rage. “And believe me, I want the same thing too. To find the people who did this to your second, we need all the help we could get. You need to setup a special team of bloodsuckers to follow this trail, while we’re doing our own investigation. Can you do that?” Sho gave the lycan a look, surprised and equal-parts amused that despite their contracting personalities, he and the lycan sure were thinking along the same lines.
And well, he hoped he could, but he was at this point where he wasn’t sure who to trust anymore. Judging with the carnage left on the scene, whoever did this to Aiba wanted to make sure the trail would end there. If it wasn’t for Matsumoto, he wouldn’t even realize this was the case. The vampire who went forward to give the report was certain lycans were involved.
That was obviously not the case here.
“I’d rather do this job myself,” he muttered, turning around so he no longer had to look at the lycan in the face. It was hard enough standing there, at the site of Aiba’s murder smelling all that blood, when he was struggling to keep his hunger at bay as it was. “I want to be the one to find whoever did this to my friend, kill them with my own bare hands to avenge Aiba. I can’t let anyone do this. Aiba would have wanted me to just mourn for him for a time and then move on. But I can’t do that. I just can’t.” He said through gritted teeth.
He felt more than feel Matsumoto’s sympathy rolling out of him in waves. It was confusing as much as it was arousing, feeling all that warmth directed at him. Somehow, he doubted it was done out of spite, but he couldn’t really be sure. But then again, he could tell if the lycan was lying, which he was not. The steady beating of his heart told Sho that the lycan meant every word.
Crap, he guessed it was time he found someone to feed on before he ended up taking on the lycan’s offer and regret it for the rest of his days.
“I hear you loud and clear, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto breathed, but the usual jeer marring his tone was missing. “Still, I can’t let you do it alone. I have my orders to assist you in any way I can, and I’m not in the habit of ditching my duties just because a part of me wants to kill you too. We’ll get there someday, but for now, we have a job to do. Agreed?”
He shook his head and chuckled, incredulous and equal-parts amazed at how the lycan seemed to be taking all of this in stride. There was simplicity in the way he regarded things, but Sho was certain that wasn’t all there was to it. The lycan was loyal to a fault, but that loyalty was clearly not for Sho.
Matsumoto made that very clear from the beginning, as was his desire to kill Sho.
Somehow, putting their mutual desire to fuck each other being thrown into the mix certainly didn’t help.
“Well, it’s not like you’ll do what I say if I tell you to bugger off,” he mused, meeting the lycan’s eyes. “And let’s just be clear about one thing; I didn’t ask for your help, but I’m not saying I don’t appreciate you being here. You said it yourself; I need all the help I could get to get to the bottom of things, and to find Aiba’s killers, but I don’t trust that many vampires working for me to do the job either. Who knows, maybe vampires are involved in this too. Obviously, I can’t ask other lycans to help me, or march over to the Sentinels and ask for theirs, though technically, that was the same thing since Ohno decided it was better to send you instead. But there are things I have to do by myself, okay? Surely, you know what I’m talking about.” He said, eyeing the lycan wryly and debating the merits of simply giving in to the other’s offer instead of driving another few hours just to get the sustenance he needed.
Matsumoto narrowed his eyes, clearly understanding what Sho was referring to. “I hate to break it to you, Sakurai, but my orders are clear. I am not to let you out of my sight, and that’s exactly what I planned on doing.”
“Well, I have no plans on starving myself just because you’re here,” he snorted, marching out towards the direction of where the car was parked. It was almost dark now; it wouldn’t take him under an hour to get to Hirano’s lair to satisfy his hunger. If he was lucky, he might find someone suitable enough to fuck, too, while he was there.
He only managed a couple of steps forward before the lycan’s hand grabbed him around the elbow and pulled him back. Sho snarled, baring his fangs; the lycan barely even flinched.
“Easy, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto said, more like whispered, his warm breath caressing Sho’s face in a way that was almost absurd. But that didn’t explain why he could feel his dick hardening at the closeness, or why he hadn’t yet shook the lycan off to free himself from his grip. Right then and there, a sound escaped the lycan’s throat, a resounding growl that made the hairs at the back of Sho’s neck stand on end, knew he had to be cautious.
When he lifted his head, he realized the lycan was snarling, eyes bright red looking Sho over. He realized that in his desire to flee, to retaliate, he’d unwillingly woken the beast. Looking at Matsumoto now, at the way his fingers trembled around their grip on Sho’s arm, Sho knew Matsumoto was struggling to keep the beast at bay.
“Stay still,” Matsumoto gritted, breathe coming in ragged huffs. Sho stayed dutifully still, his unbeating heart trembling at the unexpected closeness. “Just - Just stay there, okay? I have it under control, I swear. Just -“
“I know,” he breathed, nodding in understanding. He was a predator himself, so he knew exactly how it felt to have to chase his prey in a way that would be enjoyable. But this was different; vampires don’t desire the way the lycans do, and despite their mutual animosity standing in the way, he knew the beast wanted him just as much as the man did.
“God, I am going to regret this,” Matsumoto hissed, before his lips touched the base of Sho’s neck, inhaling deeply. Sho gasped, sharp and sudden, his hands balling into fists when the lycan repeated the action two more times. Then without another word, Matsumoto’s mouth drifted further, his lips leaving trail of heat on its wake, as he mapped Sho’s skin with eagerness he hadn’t shown earlier.
Soon, there were fingers dipping underneath his shirt from behind, fingertips tracing up his back and settling there.
“Get your dirty hands off me, dog,” he wheezed, but stayed rooted where he was. Matsumoto chuckled and slowly withdrew his hands, but his mouth stayed where it was, licking wetly on a spot beneath his clavicle and driving him mad with want.
“Hands off, I get it,” Matsumoto murmured, and dipped his head low before Sho could form another verbal protest. Those lips migrated to one of his nipples and bit him through his shirt without preamble, and a whining sound escaped the back of Sho’s throat before he could even stop it. He opened his mouth to say something, but the lycan beat him to it, stepping backward just far enough to look him in the eye and said, “Undo the buttons yourself, then, since you don’t want me to do it. Let me see you, Sakurai.”
Sho felt inclined to say something rude in return, but the way Matsumoto regarded him with that look of pure yearning turned him on in a way he hadn’t experienced before. His fingers moved on their own accord, shaking as they worked to undo the buttons of his dress shirt while the lycan watched.
Once done, Matsumoto growled, the sound raw with need. His eyes raked Sho’s body with hunger that made Sho’s stomach coil in anticipation.
Matsumoto took a step forward but kept his hands behind himself, dipped his head and circled the tip of one of Sho’s nipples, sucking hungrily. Sho moaned, unable to help himself any longer. He was breathing harshly by the time Matsumoto took his attention to the other nipple, while Sho’s hand drifted down to squeeze himself through his pants.
Matsumoto pulled away and watched the way Sho rolled his palm over the bulge his dick made through his pants and smirked. He dropped to the ground unceremoniously, and then nosing Sho’s dick through the fabric while Sho watched.
Matsumoto lifted his head and offered him a wicked grin. “Take yourself out, Sakurai,” the lycan muttered, licking his lips. “Take it out and feed it to me. You know you want to.” He said.
Sho willed his fingers not to shake but they still did, as he unzipped his pants and drew his cock out there in the open, watching in awe as Matsumoto’s mouth opened eagerly to swallow him down.