[Fic] Immortal Bonds
Title : Lost
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!
Jun stumbled onto a bed the next instant, feeling the mattress dip under his weight the moment he settled across it on his back. The sound of the door closing and the lock clicking into place prompted him to sit, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness to follow the vampire’s movements.
He spotted Sakurai near the foot of the bed, chest heaving, eyes locked on Jun on the bed. He looked like he was trying to talk himself out of committing the biggest mistake of his life by getting in on with a lycan, but was miserably failing.
To be fair, Jun wanted to tell him he wasn’t the only one.
Jun knew this was a bad idea even from the start, but it wasn’t like the beast had no part in it. He’d told himself (and the vampire, too) on so many occasions that he wouldn’t be led around by his dick, that he wouldn’t ever allow their mutual lust for each other be a problem, but he knew he was just kidding himself.
He knew this was quickly heading towards the complicated land the moment he agreed to stick around the vampire to follow Ohno’s request, and it made worse by the fact that they wanted each other so bad that it was hard to resist the temptation despite the fact that they also hated each other’s gust to want to kill each other the very first chance they got.
It obviously snowballed into something else now, and how could it not when Jun would normally think of killing himself first before considering doing something as ridiculous as this? Offering himself as a meal, just because he couldn’t stand the thought of those perfect lips touching someone else’s skin?
What the fuck was wrong with him really?
“I thought you’re starving,” he said, drily, tracking the vampire’s figure in the dark. Even the darkness wasn’t enough to hide the way Sakurai was eyeing him like he’s gone crazy, his pupils blown wide with hunger. With want. And Jun could feel the beast’s and his own hunger simmering in counter, the beast’s desire to be let out so he could take over.
Shit. “Well, I’ve offered myself already. I’m not going down on my knees and beg you to bite me,” he said.
Sakurai still didn’t say anything. The silence was honestly grating on Jun’s nerves. He sat up on the bed and looked the vampire over, willing his own desire away despite the difficulty.
“Hey, Bloodsucker, have you gone deaf? Seriously, you’re fucking annoying me already. Come here and - ah, fuck!” Jun yelled, surprised, words completely forgotten the second Sakurai jumped on him, landing on a heap above him and baring his teeth at Jun, his vampire eyes black as night.
--
The sound of blood pumping through the lycan’s veins and his heart thundering loudly in his ribcage only fueled Sho’s hunger, making it fierce, fiercer than it already was to begin with. He stared down and the predator in him moaned in delight, seeing the lycan gritting his teeth underneath him, his body taut and the expression on his face unhappy.
Understandably so, because just like him, Matsumoto was a predator himself. Somehow, he could understand the lycan’s quiet rage - their kind have never gotten along very well for millennia, and knowing that he would be another predator’s waiting meal was enough to enrage the man, and the beast within him.
And he didn’t claim to get what Matsumoto was thinking, offering himself in lieu of Sho feeding on someone else. He knew the drill, of course, of course, he’d been doing this for practically ever, and the lycan coming along thinking he was helping Sho had only made things worse. He was fucking things up even more, and Sho was not amused.
He pushed the lycan firmly on the bed by his shoulders as he sat on Matsumoto quite literally. He wasn’t big, but he wasn’t tiny either, but Matsumoto didn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable weight pinning his body down on the bed. This enraged Sho for some reason, chest heaving as he leaned down to sniff the lycan’s cheek.
Matsumoto shifted slightly under him, turning his face away, breathing hard. Sho smirked and switched tactics, sitting primly atop Matsumoto and catching both his arms above his head. In seconds, he got the lycan’s hands cuffed on either side of the bed - he was most certain Matsumoto didn’t notice the presence of those there in the first place - before he was quickly jumping off Matsumoto to cuff his legs, too.
Matsumoto realized this a second too late, and his answering roar was deafening. But Sho didn’t care, not anymore. He was pushing the lycan back to the bed and positioning himself in between the lycan’s legs, fingers quickly worked on unbuttoning Matsumoto’s fly and taking his dick out in the same hurried movement.
“Sakurai! Take these off me! Take these off me, you asshole! Let me go, goddamn you, let me go!”
“No,” he murmured, lost in the feel of the lycan’s hard cock throbbing in his hands and the scent of his skin. Sho’s stomach churned in hunger, but his desire for something else was distracting enough as it was. He dipped his head and nuzzled the lycan’s hard on, the smell was intoxicating as much as it was making Sho’s hunger grow. Matsumoto thrashed on the bed, and the force of the movement almost threw Sho off, but he quickly recovered.
“Stop. Moving,” he gritted, holding the base of the lycan’s dick firmly in one hand as he settled across the lycan’s legs. Then without a word, he took the lycan in, just a quick taste, and felt more than heard the lycan scream in answer. He pulled away just as quickly, and then turned his attention elsewhere, to the spot above Matsumoto’s thighs, and bit him.
The lush taste of fresh blood felt like a goddamn hammer to the head - shocking and intoxicating - and Sho needed more, wanted it more than his very next breath. He ducked, licked the wound clean and stayed for more, sucking, moaning around his mouthful.
“Damn, fuck! Get your bloodsucking mouth off me, you bastard! Sakurai, let go of me! Don’t fucking tie me up like a beast! Get these off me!”
He shook his head and licked the wound close, before going back to lick the head of the lycan’s dick. The heady combination of blood and arousal lingered in his mouth, and he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t.
“I can’t,” he murmured, working his hand around the lycan’s dick, jacking him off and swirling his tongue across the leaking head. Sho dipped his head in another spot, dug his teeth and tearing open a new wound, licking the blood oozing from it and anticipating more. Matsumoto was so hard now, throbbing in between Sho’s eager lips and fingers, close to coming, and his stomach clenched at the thought of tasting both.
“Not like this, you bastard!” Matsumoto screamed, but Sho was too damn hungry, and way too scared to allow the lycan the luxury to break him down the way he was clearly too eager to from the moment they met. Sho knew he had to be strong; he couldn’t let his desire for the lycan weaken him, not like this, not in any way.
“This is the only way I can take this from you. The only way I can have you.” he murmured, more to himself than the lycan, as he once again dipped his head and sucked the lycan’s dick.
Matsumoto growled, loud and fierce, followed by the sounds of metal breaking. That was the last Sho heard before he found himself on his back on the floor, Matsumoto mounting him, eyes bright and snarling like a wounded animal.
--
The beast within him was furious, but there was no denying the fact that he was, too. The feel of those cuffs against his skin, and coupled with the vampire’s weight restraining him to the bed almost made him consider releasing the beast, but he held on. He didn’t need the beast’s strength to free himself, or even to throw Sakurai off him, and that was exactly what he did.
Still, it didn’t explain why, instead of bashing the vampire’s skull into the floor once he was free to do so, he was holding the vampire carefully instead, mounting him but still making sure he wasn’t crushing the bloodsucker with his weight. It also didn’t explain why his dick was still painfully hard, still aching to be touched, when it shouldn’t be.
The audacity of it all would have been enough to make him want to kill the vampire without question, but somehow, he couldn’t.
Somehow, the reality of it was even worse.
His hand caught the vampire’s face, cupping it firmly and turning it upward so he could look at Sakurai properly. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and it didn’t help that despite the rage rocking him from the inside, the desire to take Sakurai was equal-parts strong that he could barely breathe through it.
“You think you can do that to me, huh? You think you can tie me up and get me down, as you drink from me? You’re mistaken, bloodsucker,”
“Please,” Sakurai pleaded, shaking under Jun’s weight, and the transition was driving Jun batshit crazy. “Please, I need it. I need it. Let me…please let me -“
He shook the vampire violently, trembled when he felt Sakurai’s hand on his leg, working its way up his thigh. His dick twitched yet again, but the memory of what he had to endure earlier made him stop.
“Now, you’re begging? I could deny you this now, you realize? I could, and you wouldn’t be able to fucking do anything about it! You didn’t have to tie me up, you bastard! You were taking away my right to give what’s mine! You want my blood, Sakurai? You want my dick? Then let me give it to you freely! Don’t you fucking tie me up and steal it away from me, damn you!” he shouted, only vaguely wondering why no one had yet to break that door to stop him as he stooped low, one hand around his dick and shoving it into the vampire’s mouth roughly.
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!
Jun stumbled onto a bed the next instant, feeling the mattress dip under his weight the moment he settled across it on his back. The sound of the door closing and the lock clicking into place prompted him to sit, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness to follow the vampire’s movements.
He spotted Sakurai near the foot of the bed, chest heaving, eyes locked on Jun on the bed. He looked like he was trying to talk himself out of committing the biggest mistake of his life by getting in on with a lycan, but was miserably failing.
To be fair, Jun wanted to tell him he wasn’t the only one.
Jun knew this was a bad idea even from the start, but it wasn’t like the beast had no part in it. He’d told himself (and the vampire, too) on so many occasions that he wouldn’t be led around by his dick, that he wouldn’t ever allow their mutual lust for each other be a problem, but he knew he was just kidding himself.
He knew this was quickly heading towards the complicated land the moment he agreed to stick around the vampire to follow Ohno’s request, and it made worse by the fact that they wanted each other so bad that it was hard to resist the temptation despite the fact that they also hated each other’s gust to want to kill each other the very first chance they got.
It obviously snowballed into something else now, and how could it not when Jun would normally think of killing himself first before considering doing something as ridiculous as this? Offering himself as a meal, just because he couldn’t stand the thought of those perfect lips touching someone else’s skin?
What the fuck was wrong with him really?
“I thought you’re starving,” he said, drily, tracking the vampire’s figure in the dark. Even the darkness wasn’t enough to hide the way Sakurai was eyeing him like he’s gone crazy, his pupils blown wide with hunger. With want. And Jun could feel the beast’s and his own hunger simmering in counter, the beast’s desire to be let out so he could take over.
Shit. “Well, I’ve offered myself already. I’m not going down on my knees and beg you to bite me,” he said.
Sakurai still didn’t say anything. The silence was honestly grating on Jun’s nerves. He sat up on the bed and looked the vampire over, willing his own desire away despite the difficulty.
“Hey, Bloodsucker, have you gone deaf? Seriously, you’re fucking annoying me already. Come here and - ah, fuck!” Jun yelled, surprised, words completely forgotten the second Sakurai jumped on him, landing on a heap above him and baring his teeth at Jun, his vampire eyes black as night.
--
The sound of blood pumping through the lycan’s veins and his heart thundering loudly in his ribcage only fueled Sho’s hunger, making it fierce, fiercer than it already was to begin with. He stared down and the predator in him moaned in delight, seeing the lycan gritting his teeth underneath him, his body taut and the expression on his face unhappy.
Understandably so, because just like him, Matsumoto was a predator himself. Somehow, he could understand the lycan’s quiet rage - their kind have never gotten along very well for millennia, and knowing that he would be another predator’s waiting meal was enough to enrage the man, and the beast within him.
And he didn’t claim to get what Matsumoto was thinking, offering himself in lieu of Sho feeding on someone else. He knew the drill, of course, of course, he’d been doing this for practically ever, and the lycan coming along thinking he was helping Sho had only made things worse. He was fucking things up even more, and Sho was not amused.
He pushed the lycan firmly on the bed by his shoulders as he sat on Matsumoto quite literally. He wasn’t big, but he wasn’t tiny either, but Matsumoto didn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable weight pinning his body down on the bed. This enraged Sho for some reason, chest heaving as he leaned down to sniff the lycan’s cheek.
Matsumoto shifted slightly under him, turning his face away, breathing hard. Sho smirked and switched tactics, sitting primly atop Matsumoto and catching both his arms above his head. In seconds, he got the lycan’s hands cuffed on either side of the bed - he was most certain Matsumoto didn’t notice the presence of those there in the first place - before he was quickly jumping off Matsumoto to cuff his legs, too.
Matsumoto realized this a second too late, and his answering roar was deafening. But Sho didn’t care, not anymore. He was pushing the lycan back to the bed and positioning himself in between the lycan’s legs, fingers quickly worked on unbuttoning Matsumoto’s fly and taking his dick out in the same hurried movement.
“Sakurai! Take these off me! Take these off me, you asshole! Let me go, goddamn you, let me go!”
“No,” he murmured, lost in the feel of the lycan’s hard cock throbbing in his hands and the scent of his skin. Sho’s stomach churned in hunger, but his desire for something else was distracting enough as it was. He dipped his head and nuzzled the lycan’s hard on, the smell was intoxicating as much as it was making Sho’s hunger grow. Matsumoto thrashed on the bed, and the force of the movement almost threw Sho off, but he quickly recovered.
“Stop. Moving,” he gritted, holding the base of the lycan’s dick firmly in one hand as he settled across the lycan’s legs. Then without a word, he took the lycan in, just a quick taste, and felt more than heard the lycan scream in answer. He pulled away just as quickly, and then turned his attention elsewhere, to the spot above Matsumoto’s thighs, and bit him.
The lush taste of fresh blood felt like a goddamn hammer to the head - shocking and intoxicating - and Sho needed more, wanted it more than his very next breath. He ducked, licked the wound clean and stayed for more, sucking, moaning around his mouthful.
“Damn, fuck! Get your bloodsucking mouth off me, you bastard! Sakurai, let go of me! Don’t fucking tie me up like a beast! Get these off me!”
He shook his head and licked the wound close, before going back to lick the head of the lycan’s dick. The heady combination of blood and arousal lingered in his mouth, and he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t.
“I can’t,” he murmured, working his hand around the lycan’s dick, jacking him off and swirling his tongue across the leaking head. Sho dipped his head in another spot, dug his teeth and tearing open a new wound, licking the blood oozing from it and anticipating more. Matsumoto was so hard now, throbbing in between Sho’s eager lips and fingers, close to coming, and his stomach clenched at the thought of tasting both.
“Not like this, you bastard!” Matsumoto screamed, but Sho was too damn hungry, and way too scared to allow the lycan the luxury to break him down the way he was clearly too eager to from the moment they met. Sho knew he had to be strong; he couldn’t let his desire for the lycan weaken him, not like this, not in any way.
“This is the only way I can take this from you. The only way I can have you.” he murmured, more to himself than the lycan, as he once again dipped his head and sucked the lycan’s dick.
Matsumoto growled, loud and fierce, followed by the sounds of metal breaking. That was the last Sho heard before he found himself on his back on the floor, Matsumoto mounting him, eyes bright and snarling like a wounded animal.
--
The beast within him was furious, but there was no denying the fact that he was, too. The feel of those cuffs against his skin, and coupled with the vampire’s weight restraining him to the bed almost made him consider releasing the beast, but he held on. He didn’t need the beast’s strength to free himself, or even to throw Sakurai off him, and that was exactly what he did.
Still, it didn’t explain why, instead of bashing the vampire’s skull into the floor once he was free to do so, he was holding the vampire carefully instead, mounting him but still making sure he wasn’t crushing the bloodsucker with his weight. It also didn’t explain why his dick was still painfully hard, still aching to be touched, when it shouldn’t be.
The audacity of it all would have been enough to make him want to kill the vampire without question, but somehow, he couldn’t.
Somehow, the reality of it was even worse.
His hand caught the vampire’s face, cupping it firmly and turning it upward so he could look at Sakurai properly. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and it didn’t help that despite the rage rocking him from the inside, the desire to take Sakurai was equal-parts strong that he could barely breathe through it.
“You think you can do that to me, huh? You think you can tie me up and get me down, as you drink from me? You’re mistaken, bloodsucker,”
“Please,” Sakurai pleaded, shaking under Jun’s weight, and the transition was driving Jun batshit crazy. “Please, I need it. I need it. Let me…please let me -“
He shook the vampire violently, trembled when he felt Sakurai’s hand on his leg, working its way up his thigh. His dick twitched yet again, but the memory of what he had to endure earlier made him stop.
“Now, you’re begging? I could deny you this now, you realize? I could, and you wouldn’t be able to fucking do anything about it! You didn’t have to tie me up, you bastard! You were taking away my right to give what’s mine! You want my blood, Sakurai? You want my dick? Then let me give it to you freely! Don’t you fucking tie me up and steal it away from me, damn you!” he shouted, only vaguely wondering why no one had yet to break that door to stop him as he stooped low, one hand around his dick and shoving it into the vampire’s mouth roughly.