[Fic] Immortal Bonds
Title : Prey
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Fantasy. Smut. Romance.
Pairing : Jun/Sho, Ohno/Nino, Aiba/Yoko
Summary : The loss of his 'sister', the death of his second and best friend hit hard; the last thing Sho wanted was to accept the help of the Sentinel, his greatest adversary, to find out who's responsible, but beggars obviously couldn't be choosers. Ohno insisted to help by sending over the Lycan he'd most trusted, Matsumoto Jun. The trouble was, Matsumoto wasn't only dying to kill him at first sight, the Lycan had also confessed of wanting to bend him over any surface available. It would have been enough to make Sho decline, but he didn't. He couldn't. He'd find out why soon enough.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Sho spent the entire one and a half hour ride to the Kings gritting his teeth and trying not to palm himself through his pants. Obviously, it was all that stupid lycan’s fault.
It wasn’t enough that the animal had kept glancing his way while he was driving, he also didn’t care that Sho could smell his goddamn arousal from miles away. The close proximity didn’t help either; in fact, it only made things worse, especially for Sho, who’d been trying to swallow his hunger down, for blood and for an orgasm, given the deliberate way Matsumoto was teasing him with both.
He’d tried his best to ignore it all, growled in combined frustration and anger as he rolled the car window down, hoping the outside air would help ease his suffering. It helped, but just barely, given the way he couldn’t keep the memory of Matsumoto’s mouth around his cock out of his fucking mind. The feel of that perfect lips closing around the slick head of him, the sight of his dick - hard and throbbing to the point of pain as it slipped all the way inside Matsumoto’s willing throat. He wanted to hate himself for even allowing it, but that didn’t erase the fact that he’d allowed it to happen either.
It should honestly repulse him - the way he’d almost willingly given the lycan permission to move close, closer than he wouldn’t ever allow in normal circumstances - yes, but he knew that that wasn’t all there was to it. He’d allowed it to happen because the attraction this time around, between the two of them, was so strong he could barely think past it, especially when the lycan was around.
Fuck, he was so screwed.
They were almost at Hirano’s lair when Matsumoto decided he was curious enough to ask why they were going there. Sho found himself rolling his eyes in answer.
“You’re seriously asking me that?” he asked, chuckling. “I mean, isn’t it obvious already?”
Matsumoto briefly threw him a glance, his mouth quirking in a way that made things in Sho’s stomach tight. Fuck it all, Sho cursed under his breath, forcing his eyes away from Matsumoto’s face; why did the lycan have to look so goddamn perfect all the damn time? Sho thought it was unreal, for an animal to look this good, this hot, when he shouldn’t be.
Seriously, he was inexplicably and rightfully fucked.
“You can either answer me properly, Sakurai, or I’m pulling over to ask your vampire guard while he bled on the asphalt, your choice,” the lycan growled, obviously uncaring if he was pushing the vampire leader around. He didn’t even look like he cared about that either.
Sho bit the inside of his cheeks and gave the lycan a look. “Didn’t you say you’ve hunted there before? Is this you trying to act all dumb or what?”
“This is me trying to convince myself you’re going there to talk to the owner and not because of something else,”
Sho shrugged. “That’s your problem, then.”
The car skidded to a stop. The movement almost threw Sho over, baring his fangs the moment he recovered himself. Matsumoto, on the other hand, simply arched his brow at him.
Sho felt his frustration tripled. He gritted his teeth and reached over to unlock the passenger’s side door, only vaguely surprised that it didn’t budge.
“Unlock the door or I’m breaking it,” he hissed.
Matsumoto kept looking. “Tell me you’re not going there to feed on innocent people first,”
Sho wondered where he was getting his patience from, because he was normally not this indulgent. He was so mad, but somehow, he still couldn’t let it all out despite the fact that he was already imagining breaking the lycan’s neck with his bare hands.
He breathed through his nose and very pointedly smirked at Matsumoto.
“I’m not sure what you mean about innocent people, because I’m fairly certain nothing of that sort goes there, knowing exactly what that place is, but fine, yes. I’m going there to eat, to feed, obviously because I need it to survive, just like you hypocrites need food to live,”
The flash of anger in Matsumoto’s eyes was both alluring and amusing, and Sho held his breath as the lycan surged forward towards him, only stopping when their faces were barely inches apart.
“Not under my watch, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto hissed.
Sho felt his entire body shook with anger and adrenaline. He was smirking still when he inched closer, inhaling the lycan’s breath and murmuring, “Well, go ahead and stop me, dog.” at the same time he was pushing the car door off and jumping out of the car before the lycan could stop him.
---
Jun didn’t slow down when he drove the car inside the property, pissed off and equal-parts amused. Mostly at himself for even considering leaving the car there in the middle of the road to chase the fleeing vampire, and only barely stopping himself at the last minute as he watched the vampire ran off.
The compound was just as Jun remembered it, the surrounding area looking like a typical industrial warehouse like any other. Months ago, he’d been here with Ohno and a few of his sentinels for a routine check, after Ohno had received a report about a group of rogue vampires gathering there.
Obviously, he was here now for a completely different reason.
He took his time walking, surveying the surrounding vicinity with a grace of someone who was aching to engage in a fight. He was wishing for it, really, openly inviting it even if only to work that frustration out of his system.
Surprisingly, no one dared.
Gritting his teeth, he walked the rest of the way to the entrance, squinting at the quite impressive number of buff-looking vampires lining the front metal door. He grinned at the prospect of getting into an unexpected workout against those bloodsuckers, only to be thoroughly disappointed when one of them, the tallest one of the bunch, had cleared the way for Jun.
“Ease up, guys. He’s Sakurai-san’s guest. Let him through,”
That was unexpected, and it somehow pissed Jun off more than he already were to begin with. He took a step forward and sized the one who did the same thing to look him over, felt the way the beast in him roared in answer.
“What do you think he is? Sakurai-san’s meal?” said the guy.
Jun punched him square in the face, watching him stumble right against the concrete wall before he even realized what happened.
Six vampires circled him like vulture the moment after.
Jun grinned, halfway allowing the beast to resurface when a shout from roof stopped him. It also prompted the vampires to step away, bristling as Jun snarled at them one after the other.
“Hey, leave him alone! Sakurai-san will have your heads if you touch him!”
Jun raised his head and gave the vampire issuing the memorandum the middle finger. He didn’t need him, or Sakurai for that matter, to pave the way for him. He could do that easily without their help.
“No shit. Tell your leader I’ll rip these bloodsuckers’ heads off before they even get to me,”
“Sure, lycan. Are you coming inside or what?”
“Fuck you!”
---
Inside, the presence of so many vampires made the hairs at the back of Jun’s head stand on end, his instinct kicking in before he could even properly mind himself. He could feel the beast’s desire to take over, but Jun did his best to pacify him enough to make him back down without forcing it.
He’d quicken his footsteps when he’d allowed into another door, growling under his breath the moment he was assaulted with the scent of fresh blood as well as the almost dizzying scent of sweat and sex. The place was being drowned out with the ear-splitting noise of rock music, but it still wasn’t enough to cover the sounds of people and vampires openly fucking there.
He was momentarily distracted with the sight when a familiar scent caught his attention, gaze zeroing on Sakurai circling a possible meal a couple of tables over, the darkness obscuring him from view.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Jun not to immediately caught sight of him.
Jun roared the second he saw the vampire leader pounced. The sound rendered the whole place silent for all of three seconds before everyone in the room started cheering, taking their attentions back to what they were doing before Jun commanded their attention to him. Sakurai, on the other hand, looked almost - caught; his eyes were bright and there was this curious gleam behind them that Jun could see even from the relative distance.
“Mine,” he growled, surprising himself when the word slipped out of his mouth. The beast, however, wasn’t. Jun could feel him smirking from where he’d hidden himself, practically radiating of raw hunger and possessiveness despite his silence.
And as Jun leaped through the mass of bodies on the dance floor, excitement and arousal pumping through his veins, he wondered if it meant that the beast had always known this the moment they’ve laid eyes on Sakurai.
----
Sho felt more than heard the lycan’s presence but he tried to ignore it in favor of putting his hands around his meal’s biceps, stomach growling in hunger. He could feel the man’s blood pumping under his fingertips, his need to feed and fuck mingling in the span of a few seconds as his fangs descend.
He leaned forward and didn’t realized he was kissing air until he saw the man flying across the room and against the opposite wall, the lycan materializing next to them and kicking Sho’s meal out of the way before he could even take a quick bite out of him.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he screamed, watching his meal scrambling on his feet. There was blood oozing from his temple, down his face. Sho’s stomach grumbled yet again as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by Matsumoto’s hand grabbing him around the elbow.
“You’re not feeding on that…that thing,” the lycan hissed.
“He’s not a vampire, if that’s what you’re concerned about!”
“All the more reason not to feed on him,” the lycan countered, wincing at the sight of the man as two vampires hauled him up on his feet and into the nearest exit.
Sho shoved him. “Are you kidding me? I’m starving! I need to feed or else -“
“Well, drink from me then!” Matsumoto countered, the defiance in his voice didn’t exactly mirrored the look on his face. Sho could see the struggle in the man as much as he felt it vibrating across his skin.
Sho stopped thinking altogether and grabbed the lycan’s hand, pulled him across the crowded floor and straight into a door.
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Fantasy. Smut. Romance.
Pairing : Jun/Sho, Ohno/Nino, Aiba/Yoko
Summary : The loss of his 'sister', the death of his second and best friend hit hard; the last thing Sho wanted was to accept the help of the Sentinel, his greatest adversary, to find out who's responsible, but beggars obviously couldn't be choosers. Ohno insisted to help by sending over the Lycan he'd most trusted, Matsumoto Jun. The trouble was, Matsumoto wasn't only dying to kill him at first sight, the Lycan had also confessed of wanting to bend him over any surface available. It would have been enough to make Sho decline, but he didn't. He couldn't. He'd find out why soon enough.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Sho spent the entire one and a half hour ride to the Kings gritting his teeth and trying not to palm himself through his pants. Obviously, it was all that stupid lycan’s fault.
It wasn’t enough that the animal had kept glancing his way while he was driving, he also didn’t care that Sho could smell his goddamn arousal from miles away. The close proximity didn’t help either; in fact, it only made things worse, especially for Sho, who’d been trying to swallow his hunger down, for blood and for an orgasm, given the deliberate way Matsumoto was teasing him with both.
He’d tried his best to ignore it all, growled in combined frustration and anger as he rolled the car window down, hoping the outside air would help ease his suffering. It helped, but just barely, given the way he couldn’t keep the memory of Matsumoto’s mouth around his cock out of his fucking mind. The feel of that perfect lips closing around the slick head of him, the sight of his dick - hard and throbbing to the point of pain as it slipped all the way inside Matsumoto’s willing throat. He wanted to hate himself for even allowing it, but that didn’t erase the fact that he’d allowed it to happen either.
It should honestly repulse him - the way he’d almost willingly given the lycan permission to move close, closer than he wouldn’t ever allow in normal circumstances - yes, but he knew that that wasn’t all there was to it. He’d allowed it to happen because the attraction this time around, between the two of them, was so strong he could barely think past it, especially when the lycan was around.
Fuck, he was so screwed.
They were almost at Hirano’s lair when Matsumoto decided he was curious enough to ask why they were going there. Sho found himself rolling his eyes in answer.
“You’re seriously asking me that?” he asked, chuckling. “I mean, isn’t it obvious already?”
Matsumoto briefly threw him a glance, his mouth quirking in a way that made things in Sho’s stomach tight. Fuck it all, Sho cursed under his breath, forcing his eyes away from Matsumoto’s face; why did the lycan have to look so goddamn perfect all the damn time? Sho thought it was unreal, for an animal to look this good, this hot, when he shouldn’t be.
Seriously, he was inexplicably and rightfully fucked.
“You can either answer me properly, Sakurai, or I’m pulling over to ask your vampire guard while he bled on the asphalt, your choice,” the lycan growled, obviously uncaring if he was pushing the vampire leader around. He didn’t even look like he cared about that either.
Sho bit the inside of his cheeks and gave the lycan a look. “Didn’t you say you’ve hunted there before? Is this you trying to act all dumb or what?”
“This is me trying to convince myself you’re going there to talk to the owner and not because of something else,”
Sho shrugged. “That’s your problem, then.”
The car skidded to a stop. The movement almost threw Sho over, baring his fangs the moment he recovered himself. Matsumoto, on the other hand, simply arched his brow at him.
Sho felt his frustration tripled. He gritted his teeth and reached over to unlock the passenger’s side door, only vaguely surprised that it didn’t budge.
“Unlock the door or I’m breaking it,” he hissed.
Matsumoto kept looking. “Tell me you’re not going there to feed on innocent people first,”
Sho wondered where he was getting his patience from, because he was normally not this indulgent. He was so mad, but somehow, he still couldn’t let it all out despite the fact that he was already imagining breaking the lycan’s neck with his bare hands.
He breathed through his nose and very pointedly smirked at Matsumoto.
“I’m not sure what you mean about innocent people, because I’m fairly certain nothing of that sort goes there, knowing exactly what that place is, but fine, yes. I’m going there to eat, to feed, obviously because I need it to survive, just like you hypocrites need food to live,”
The flash of anger in Matsumoto’s eyes was both alluring and amusing, and Sho held his breath as the lycan surged forward towards him, only stopping when their faces were barely inches apart.
“Not under my watch, bloodsucker,” Matsumoto hissed.
Sho felt his entire body shook with anger and adrenaline. He was smirking still when he inched closer, inhaling the lycan’s breath and murmuring, “Well, go ahead and stop me, dog.” at the same time he was pushing the car door off and jumping out of the car before the lycan could stop him.
---
Jun didn’t slow down when he drove the car inside the property, pissed off and equal-parts amused. Mostly at himself for even considering leaving the car there in the middle of the road to chase the fleeing vampire, and only barely stopping himself at the last minute as he watched the vampire ran off.
The compound was just as Jun remembered it, the surrounding area looking like a typical industrial warehouse like any other. Months ago, he’d been here with Ohno and a few of his sentinels for a routine check, after Ohno had received a report about a group of rogue vampires gathering there.
Obviously, he was here now for a completely different reason.
He took his time walking, surveying the surrounding vicinity with a grace of someone who was aching to engage in a fight. He was wishing for it, really, openly inviting it even if only to work that frustration out of his system.
Surprisingly, no one dared.
Gritting his teeth, he walked the rest of the way to the entrance, squinting at the quite impressive number of buff-looking vampires lining the front metal door. He grinned at the prospect of getting into an unexpected workout against those bloodsuckers, only to be thoroughly disappointed when one of them, the tallest one of the bunch, had cleared the way for Jun.
“Ease up, guys. He’s Sakurai-san’s guest. Let him through,”
That was unexpected, and it somehow pissed Jun off more than he already were to begin with. He took a step forward and sized the one who did the same thing to look him over, felt the way the beast in him roared in answer.
“What do you think he is? Sakurai-san’s meal?” said the guy.
Jun punched him square in the face, watching him stumble right against the concrete wall before he even realized what happened.
Six vampires circled him like vulture the moment after.
Jun grinned, halfway allowing the beast to resurface when a shout from roof stopped him. It also prompted the vampires to step away, bristling as Jun snarled at them one after the other.
“Hey, leave him alone! Sakurai-san will have your heads if you touch him!”
Jun raised his head and gave the vampire issuing the memorandum the middle finger. He didn’t need him, or Sakurai for that matter, to pave the way for him. He could do that easily without their help.
“No shit. Tell your leader I’ll rip these bloodsuckers’ heads off before they even get to me,”
“Sure, lycan. Are you coming inside or what?”
“Fuck you!”
---
Inside, the presence of so many vampires made the hairs at the back of Jun’s head stand on end, his instinct kicking in before he could even properly mind himself. He could feel the beast’s desire to take over, but Jun did his best to pacify him enough to make him back down without forcing it.
He’d quicken his footsteps when he’d allowed into another door, growling under his breath the moment he was assaulted with the scent of fresh blood as well as the almost dizzying scent of sweat and sex. The place was being drowned out with the ear-splitting noise of rock music, but it still wasn’t enough to cover the sounds of people and vampires openly fucking there.
He was momentarily distracted with the sight when a familiar scent caught his attention, gaze zeroing on Sakurai circling a possible meal a couple of tables over, the darkness obscuring him from view.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Jun not to immediately caught sight of him.
Jun roared the second he saw the vampire leader pounced. The sound rendered the whole place silent for all of three seconds before everyone in the room started cheering, taking their attentions back to what they were doing before Jun commanded their attention to him. Sakurai, on the other hand, looked almost - caught; his eyes were bright and there was this curious gleam behind them that Jun could see even from the relative distance.
“Mine,” he growled, surprising himself when the word slipped out of his mouth. The beast, however, wasn’t. Jun could feel him smirking from where he’d hidden himself, practically radiating of raw hunger and possessiveness despite his silence.
And as Jun leaped through the mass of bodies on the dance floor, excitement and arousal pumping through his veins, he wondered if it meant that the beast had always known this the moment they’ve laid eyes on Sakurai.
----
Sho felt more than heard the lycan’s presence but he tried to ignore it in favor of putting his hands around his meal’s biceps, stomach growling in hunger. He could feel the man’s blood pumping under his fingertips, his need to feed and fuck mingling in the span of a few seconds as his fangs descend.
He leaned forward and didn’t realized he was kissing air until he saw the man flying across the room and against the opposite wall, the lycan materializing next to them and kicking Sho’s meal out of the way before he could even take a quick bite out of him.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he screamed, watching his meal scrambling on his feet. There was blood oozing from his temple, down his face. Sho’s stomach grumbled yet again as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by Matsumoto’s hand grabbing him around the elbow.
“You’re not feeding on that…that thing,” the lycan hissed.
“He’s not a vampire, if that’s what you’re concerned about!”
“All the more reason not to feed on him,” the lycan countered, wincing at the sight of the man as two vampires hauled him up on his feet and into the nearest exit.
Sho shoved him. “Are you kidding me? I’m starving! I need to feed or else -“
“Well, drink from me then!” Matsumoto countered, the defiance in his voice didn’t exactly mirrored the look on his face. Sho could see the struggle in the man as much as he felt it vibrating across his skin.
Sho stopped thinking altogether and grabbed the lycan’s hand, pulled him across the crowded floor and straight into a door.