Akamizu - 赤水 - Chapter 5 "Fear"
Title: Akamizu - 赤水
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga
Characters: Uruha, Aoi, OCs
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the sudden disappearance of his fiancé Usagi, Kouyou travels to a remote town to find her in a place known ominously as “Akamizu” where she is in the powerful grip of a strange man who has taken up residence there. But what the young Kouyou doesn’t expect is that he too will fall to the mysterious charm of this horrific place.
Warnings: Vampire Fiction. This isn’t your twilight style vampire story though. If you want a beautiful glamourized vampire story, this isn’t it.
Chapter 1 - Red Water | Chapter 2 - The Wandering Women Chapter 3 - Love Demon Chapter 4 - The Lonely
He wondered how long he was going to keep him prisoner. For hours after his sudden departure, Uruha just laid there in Aoi’s bed and stared at the wall. When he felt the slight pangs of hunger come over him, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep but it was useless and soon he began to feel sick.
“AOI!” he shouted as he walked toward the door. “I’m hungry and I have to use the bathroom!” Pressing his hands up against it, he realized that he wasn’t locked in. Slowly, he slid it open. “Aoi!” he called out nevertheless. “Aoi, you didn’t lock the door!”
Looking around the empty room he stepped into, he had the strange sensation that he had been abandoned. Akamizu itself felt different and he couldn’t quite pin it down. “Aoi…” he muttered and moved to the nearest room. Again, he was not there. He rushed to another and still, he was not there. Panic over came him and in his delirium he even stepped out into that horrid courtyard where he had seen Usagi killed but he was not there and neither were the bodies. Suddenly, Uruha realized that the scent of death had thinned if not altogether disappeared. His heart pounded in his chest. “AOI!” he shouted.
Abandoned. Wait, he spun around and around, looking at every entrance back into the mansion and then a sickening and disturbing thought entered his brain. What if none of this was real? What if he had been imaging this all along? Wouldn’t that be far more likely than a vampire? Him losing his mind was more plausible than the existence of the undead, wasn’t it?
And if this was in his mind that would mean that Aoi wasn’t real at all and that he wasn’t a vampire nor was he a human but a figment of his imagination. “AOIIII! AOIIIII!” he screamed over and over again. He has to be real. He has to be.
A queasy disappointment wrapped itself around Uruha’s heart. Any sign of Aoi’s existence would do. Anything. Quickly he fell to his knees and searched the ground. Something. Something. Anything. Anything.
At last he came up a long black kimono belt lying limp like a dead snake in the grass.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aoi said from behind him. Turning around, Uruha saw him standing there wearing nothing but a dirty pair of grey pants. There was dirt and blood across his pale skin and he looked as if he had been sweating.
“Where were you?”
Aoi didn’t answer. He just narrowed his eyes angrily.
“I was worried you left.”
“You can leave now. Usagi is gone.” Uruha couldn’t trace any emotion from Aoi’s voice. Getting to his feet, he looked about the courtyard in attempt to gather his thoughts. “There is some food left. Rice mostly. You can have that and then be on your way…”
“Why did you do it? Why did you kill them all? Why?” He rushed toward Aoi and grabbed his arm.
Shaking him off, the vampire replied through his teeth in a growl, “Is that why you’re still here?” Something fearful flashed through his eyes causing Uruha’s heart to be filled with a primal fear he had never felt. It was almost as if he were staring into the face of a panther ready to strike.
“I just want the truth.”
“The truth?! The truth?!” Suddenly his demeanor shifted. In a matter of seconds in his anger, he had turned into a monster but now, aghast, he seemed like a man. “There is no such thing as the truth.”
“Yes there is.” Uruha even surprised himself. He didn’t believe he was this brave. More than anything, he was afraid to die. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that but right now at this moment, his need to know was greater than this fear. “Why did you kill her? Did you do it just to make me hate you? And the others why did you have to kill them?”
“You don’t get it do you, you stupid fuck face,” he faced him now, challenging him. His chest seemed to swell and he clenched his fists. “There is no saving them. There is nothing you can do. Death does not scare them. The only thing that matters to them is Me,” he pointed at himself self-righteously. “And what kind of life do you think it is? They trade in everything for one tiny insignificant touch. They trade in who they were. They trade in their future. They trade in their dreams, their sanity, their souls just for this. And you know they think they love me….Can you believe that?” Around them the sun was about to set. It’s golden light shimmered in his eyes. “You saw the horror I give them so tell me, is that better off than dead?”
Dusk was settling in. A purple glow filled the air like water.
“Is that everything…” Uruha whispered.
“Usagi, you mean?” He turned around now as if he were ashamed. “You needed to see what I really am, Uruha. You needed to.”
“Why didn’t you just kill me off like the rest?”
“Because you aren’t like the rest. You don’t love me. You can leave this place. Obviously…you are a sane man again…And that’s because I did that.”
Suddenly, he understood. For all his threats, Aoi didn’t want to kill him. But there was something nagging him. If he had killed Usagi to break that spell of lust, why did he kill the others? “But even if you wanted me to leave…why all at once? Every single one of them?”
Aoi chuckled a small laugh the sound of which was pathetically sad. “Because I don’t know what I want…that’s why…” Stepping forward, he began to make his escape. In his mind, he kept wondering why he was bothering but in the end, he knew why. He knew the truth but he was too afraid to admit it.
“Stop running away,” Uruha shouted after him.
But Aoi didn’t listen to him. He just continued walking away. Sliding open the doors, he said in a calm voice “There is a bathroom a little ways out of the main house just behind you. Beyond that is the stream. You can bathe yourself there and when you get back, there’ll be something here for you to eat. Be fast, you don’t have long before it’s dark.”
***
He wanted him. There was no denying it.
Uruha did as he was told and in the meantime like a wife, Aoi cooked him food and cleaned. He scrubbed the filthy floors of their grime and blood. He washed himself and tied back his hair. Next to the tray of food, he placed a clean change of clothes and the beautiful Martin guitar. He even laid down a pillow for Uruha to sit on.
He made it as if death had never been there but as he sat there waiting for his return, he couldn’t help but feel that Akamizu was haunted, that the walls themselves were stained with murder and the ghosts of all who died in his arms and those before him who had met their end long ago in a time long forgotten still lingered in it’s ancient corners.
Even monsters know fear.
Impulsively, he grabbed the guitar and began to play it.
“Aoi,” Uruha said as he step in.
Looking up, there was something about his face at this moment that overcame Aoi. Uruha was alive and there. He was beautiful and real. The rest of this was just the remnants of a nightmare. With the curiosity of a child, he stared at the guitar in the vampire’s hands but they fell away from the instrument.
“What were you playing?” Uruha asked him. The way he said it was as if they were two normal people, in a normal situation, in a normal place.
“Nothing really,” Aoi replied with a thin smile. He looked down momentarily as if he were shy. He had a hard time looking at Uruha directly and in these moments, he usually addressed his words to the floor.
“Why did you bring it out?”
“For you.” So simply the words had come to him. He had expected himself to be more bitter, to be colder but he wasn’t in the mood. Aoi had prepared him food, had brought things to him, cleaned for him. All these acts of nurturing had somehow changed the way he felt like dealing with him and for some reason, forgetting for a moment the natural and violent edge of his nature, he felt nothing but gentleness towards Uruha. “I brought you a clean change of clothes.”
Looking down at them, he picked them up and not bothering to examine them, patted it with his hand. “Another kimono?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it okay if I change here?”
“Yeah,” Aoi bit at his bottom lip, looking up beneath his eyelashes, he furtively watched Uruha undo the tie of his kimono, feeling as if he were peering in on something he shouldn’t be looking at. The dirty kimono fell open and revealed his naked form, porcelain white and thin. His penis hung there limp like a fruit from a tropical tree. The dark pubic hair from the testicles and the lower stomach framed the organ, and gave it a beautiful and mysterious prominence in his otherwise smooth pale body. Uruha seemed unconcerned about undressing right in front of Aoi. He acted as if it were perfectly mundane and normal. His beautiful face was void of any expression other than of perfect disinterest. Crouching, Uruha legs fanned open and the fruit that had fascinated Aoi so much hung downward, swaying with Uruha’s motions. Aoi had almost forgotten that yesterday Uruha had held him down and shoved that inside of him. Encased in his flesh, he felt it hard and throbbing, the memory of it caused Aoi to grow hot suddenly. A thin line of sweat formed over the top of his lips. He wanted to wipe it away or lick it away but he knew that the other man would notice and know what it meant.
Uruha stood up and started to dress himself. “It’s clean in here,” he remarked. Aoi didn’t answer. “Can I eat?”
“Yeah.”
“Play something.”
He picked up the Martin guitar. “Sure,” he nearly whispered. “What do you want to hear?”
“Mother.”
Aoi stared at him for a moment, wondering if there was some special significance to the request. “Alright,” he said quietly and began to play. The notes although accurate in time, came off stiffly and pained, revealing the fact that Aoi wasn’t completely invested in playing at that moment, that he was more concerned on how the sound appeared than how it felt. Perhaps others would not have noticed but Uruha if he was anything, was a guitar player and he understood the meanings of the sounds it made more so than human words or actions and the tenseness and apprehension, even fear that he heard in his playing came across to him loud and clear. But Uruha heard something else. He heard the commitment to playing it, the desire to get it right and in time as if Aoi were trying to please him even though he was in no mood, even though he wanted to put the guitar aside and run away.
Uruha made no sign that he heard these things. He instead sat there eating, occasionally looking up at Aoi with blank eyes that seemed to be those of a bored man. When at last the song was finished, Uruha put his food down and running his tongue across his teeth, cleaned his mouth of food before finally saying, “You want me to stay.”
Aoi’s eyes widened and anger like a flash of lighting darted across them. “What?” he said through his teeth.
“You cleaned. You got rid of those women because you want me to be here. You want me to stay. That’s why you cleaned.”
“You vain little shit,” Aoi quickly got to his feet and leaning forward like an animal about to pounce, threw a threatening glare at him.
“Why else then?” Uruha stood up.
“I don’t have to answer to you,” he forced a laugh.
Uruha pouted as he thought. He pursed out his lips and looked down. Aoi’s aggression seemed to have no effect on him. He twisted his full lips and said, “Well, I want to stay.”
Aoi’s manner relaxed. “You do?”
“Yeah, I do. You know I do.”
Aoi stared at him in silence for several long seconds. He didn’t know what to say. Sitting back down, he remarked casually, “Finish your food before it gets cold.”
“I’m full. Thank you.”
“Okay,” Aoi pulled at his kimono as if he cared to fix it. As he was looking down, Uruha walked over to where he was sitting and stood there. Quickly, Aoi shot his gaze up at his face. “What?” he asked with a challenging tone.
Uruha didn’t say anything. Bringing his hands to the belt, he undid the loose knot and revealed once more his body. His penis was only several inches away from Aoi’s face. Uruha had wanted it to be that way. He even began to stroke it, making sure that Aoi looked at it, that he saw him becoming aroused. As he had wanted, he stared at him for a while before his shame and his pride overcame him and he looked away defiantly. He didn’t stand up or move away, he just turned his head. Uruha though wasn’t trying to insult him or provoke him. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, Uruha wrapped his arm around Aoi’s neck and brought his cheek in for a soft kiss. “What’s wrong?” he muttered into his skin.
“Nothing is.”
“Are you scared?”
“Scared of what?”
“Of being a vampire, or being alone…I would be.” He rested his forehead against Aoi’s temple. His intimacy was unexpected and it froze Aoi to where he was. His direct honesty pierced through the air towards him and as if it were a solid thing, he felt its presence in the room.
“I’m not scared of anything.” Although his words expressed the same defiance, his tone was however soft. Gently, he faced Uruha, bring his nose against his and looking into his eyes. “Do you like me?” Aoi asked with a playful smile, conjuring up a courage he didn’t know he had. His demeanor, as usual for him had shifted so quickly and the expression that lingered now on his features was flirtatious and shameless.
“I like you,” with his soft reply, he wrapped the other arm around him and linked his hands together behind Aoi’s neck. “I like you,” he repeated.
“Ohhhh, do you?” The vampire giggled like a boy. Uruha with closed eyes nodded. “Beautiful humans can be so stupid. I wonder why.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“Hey!! Who said I was talking about you? Mr. Conceited here,” Aoi laughed. He brought his trembling hands upward towards the other man’s waist.
With his reply, Uruha’s eyes snapped open. “You don’t think I’m beautiful?”
“Awww~ Of course I think you’re beautiful!” His tentative hands pulled him closer to his own body. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful thing in the whole world.” Uruha smiled happily, the sight of which sent electric shots of joy through Aoi, jolting his entire body with energy and adrenaline. His heart pounded in his chest and his fingers tingled. “Your long body, your long hair, your almond eyes, those poofy lips,” he tapped them with his index finger cutely. “Even the stupid expressions on your face.”
“Stupid…Stop calling me that,” Uruha pushed his stomach lightly and yet with obvious displeasure.
“I’m sorry. I’m only teasing,” Aoi with his nose, polar bear kissed him.
“Look at you, so different….” The smile on his face grew and his eyes turned into two black half moons.
“Different?”
“Yeah, you’re acting all cute and stuff.”
“Stuff?” Aoi giggled and moved towards him in a motion to push him on his back but Uruha, playfully resisted.
“Stuff…You aren’t acting like a wild animal.”
“Ohhh well,” he bit his lip and with more force, he succeeded in his endeavor and Uruha fell to the floor bringing Aoi down with him in a fit of laughter and wide childlike smiles. “You just wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. Now.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Now?” Aoi ran his hands up his thighs, caressing them, running his thumbs along the inner sides until his fingers were pressing up against his testicles. “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you want to be here with me…” He suddenly said, his tone however still playful, carried an edge of seriousness.
“Cause you’re cute,” was the reply.
“Really. I want to know why…” Embarrassed and afraid of what he might hear, he buried his face into Uruha’s neck.
“I don’t know…Cause I just want to see you…I don’t know why…” As he answered, he began to remove Aoi’s clothing from him. “I don’t care why…”
“But I’m a murderer…”
“Maybe. But at the same time…you’re not. Let’s not talk anymore,” he said with finality bringing his lips finally to his and kissing him.
“But-”
“You talk too much.” Uruha lifted his legs and wrapped them around his body, putting himself in the position to be penetrated. “Come on,” he said with at least a small bit of agitation. “Make me feel good.” His voice always had been very straightforward with almost emotionless quality to it but his request was laced with a flirtatious purr closer to the cadence of a female sex symbol’s than that of laid back young man.
Aoi with his heart exploding like a star inside of his ribcage did as he was told. He puckered his lips and ran them across Uruha’s throat. He reached for the other man’s erected penis and squeezing it tightly stroked him, pressing him in the most sensitive spots with his fingers which he at last brought to his mouth and making sure Uruha was watching him, wetted them with his spit. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt, baby,” he cooed.
“I’m a man. I can handle it,” Uruha laughed.
“I’ll make sure it won’t hurt at all, pretty face,” he said as if he hadn’t heard him. He had no interest in causing him any pain. He wasn’t going to force himself inside of him and penetrate him violently like he had done with the women not caring if he hurt them or made them bleed or bruised them. Gentle, gentle, gentle, he kept saying to himself. Pressing his middle finger into Uruha’s tight hole, he slowly tried to expand the orifice.
Feeling it, Uruha laughed and pressed his body downward into his hand. “Another one,” he ordered.
“Wait.”
“Another,” he said with more demand and Aoi did it. Shoving his ring finger into him, he grimaced knowing fully well that it would hurt Uruha but the sensation however painful only caused him to grow more excited and he rocked faster against his hand and began to stroke Aoi’s penis as if preparing it.
“Baby don’t rush it,” he purred happily. He lowered his head to Uruha’s pink nipple and laid upon it a series of soft wet kisses.
“Kansai,” Uruha suddenly announced. “Your accent. It’s a Kansai accent.” He smiled to himself.”
“Mhm sweetheart,” Aoi agreed and brought his small kisses upward across his chest to his neck.
“Another.”
“Wait.”
Excitedly, Uruha lowered his hand next to Aoi’s and shoved his own finger inside of himself next to the other man’s. “Now.”
The kisses finally reached his chin. “Fine,” he conceded. He sat up and spitting on his palm, wet Uruha and himself. Gently and slowly, he held his erection and pressed it against his hole. “Come on,” he whispered to himself when Uruha’s tightness resisted him.
“I don’t care if it hurts. It’s only temporary. Do it,” his voice was urgent and irritated. “Do it,” he nearly whined.
“I don’t…”
Fed up, Uruha grabbed his penis and holding it still, tried his best to push himself downward onto it.
“Okay, Okay,” Aoi took a deep sigh, closing his eyes tightly, with one quick and forceful push, entered him. Uruha cried out in pain. “Baby, baby, baby, are you okay?” he brushed the hair away from his face.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Shut up now. It feels good.”
Aoi timidly replied, “Okay” and slowly rocked inside of him. His body was tight and warm. Uruha was generally quiet but his moaning was so loud, his voice resonated throughout the wide and empty room. His mouth gaping open and his eyes tightly shut, he nearly screamed. Hungrily, he ran his hands down Aoi’s long back and clawed at his butt, pushing him further inside of him. “You like it baby?” he asked him rather stupidly.
No reply. Aoi began to stroke his lover’s erection, lovingly kissing him and pulling him close. The new sensation caused Uruha to whimper in pleasure. Wiping a string of spit that escaped Uruha’s mouth, Aoi giggled.
Bringing his arms up into a hug around Aoi, Uruha held him there for a moment only to bring Aoi down in a tumble and onto his own back. No longer inside of Uruha, he saw a small trickle of blood run down the curve of his lover’s pale cheek, down, down onto his inner thigh, it glimmered in the lantern light and the bloodlust that Aoi had until that moment forgotten ran across his flesh like a hot flash and up to his brain where it throbbed against his skull.
Uruha must have noticed the change in his expression. “You want to bite me?” he asked him with a mischievous smile. Swinging his leg across Aoi’s body, he acted as if he were a bull rider mounting a horse. His confidence would have been humorous if it weren’t for the destructive and violent desire mounting inside of the vampire as he watched him. Smiling happily like a child, Uruha held Aoi’s penis firmly and slowly sat on it and swallowed the whole thing into his body. He threw his head back, rested his hands in front him as if he were holding the reigns and rocked his body. “I bet it feels good right for the person you bite right?”
Aoi tightly closed his eyes and didn’t answer. Maybe it did. Maybe it did feel good. It had seemed that way for the others. “I’m never ever going to bite you,” he said and shoved his hand into his mouth as if he were in pain.
“Why not? Fuck I like this,” he laughed. Uruha never thought he would. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever let himself think about what it felt like to be penetrated by another man, to feel the hardness rubbing against his sensitive skin and pressing up against that spot inside of him he didn’t even know could be pleasured.
Aoi could hardly pay attention to Uruha’s words. He couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t think. All he was then at the moment was his will battling against a body wrecked with an incompressible desire. It was like a white hot pain and yet he wanted it. He needed it. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bite him. He couldn’t.
“Spit, sweat, cum, blood… Come on, bite me,” Uruha laughed. He was convinced it would feel good.
The closer Aoi became to ejaculation, he knew the desire in him would grow. It had always been this way. Even now, he could imagine the iron metallic scent of the blood and feel its hotness running down the insides of his throat. He could remember the feeling that filled his body like pervasive warmth.
Uruha could tell that he was in agony. He ceased his rocking, leaned forward and rested his hands against his face. “What’s wrong?” he pecked his lips cutely.
“I’m never going to do it,” Aoi chanted and pushed Uruha off of him. “Don’t come near me!” he shouted at him as he quickly got to his feet. “You hear me?!” Uruha could see the teeth shining and poised to bite and like being face to face with a panther, his heart was overcome with a primal fear.
Aoi didn’t need to hear a response. The look of terror on Uruha’s beautiful face was enough to tell him that he had understood.
***
Note: Such a long delay between posts. Sorry >.<
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga
Characters: Uruha, Aoi, OCs
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the sudden disappearance of his fiancé Usagi, Kouyou travels to a remote town to find her in a place known ominously as “Akamizu” where she is in the powerful grip of a strange man who has taken up residence there. But what the young Kouyou doesn’t expect is that he too will fall to the mysterious charm of this horrific place.
Warnings: Vampire Fiction. This isn’t your twilight style vampire story though. If you want a beautiful glamourized vampire story, this isn’t it.
Chapter 1 - Red Water | Chapter 2 - The Wandering Women Chapter 3 - Love Demon Chapter 4 - The Lonely
He wondered how long he was going to keep him prisoner. For hours after his sudden departure, Uruha just laid there in Aoi’s bed and stared at the wall. When he felt the slight pangs of hunger come over him, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep but it was useless and soon he began to feel sick.
“AOI!” he shouted as he walked toward the door. “I’m hungry and I have to use the bathroom!” Pressing his hands up against it, he realized that he wasn’t locked in. Slowly, he slid it open. “Aoi!” he called out nevertheless. “Aoi, you didn’t lock the door!”
Looking around the empty room he stepped into, he had the strange sensation that he had been abandoned. Akamizu itself felt different and he couldn’t quite pin it down. “Aoi…” he muttered and moved to the nearest room. Again, he was not there. He rushed to another and still, he was not there. Panic over came him and in his delirium he even stepped out into that horrid courtyard where he had seen Usagi killed but he was not there and neither were the bodies. Suddenly, Uruha realized that the scent of death had thinned if not altogether disappeared. His heart pounded in his chest. “AOI!” he shouted.
Abandoned. Wait, he spun around and around, looking at every entrance back into the mansion and then a sickening and disturbing thought entered his brain. What if none of this was real? What if he had been imaging this all along? Wouldn’t that be far more likely than a vampire? Him losing his mind was more plausible than the existence of the undead, wasn’t it?
And if this was in his mind that would mean that Aoi wasn’t real at all and that he wasn’t a vampire nor was he a human but a figment of his imagination. “AOIIII! AOIIIII!” he screamed over and over again. He has to be real. He has to be.
A queasy disappointment wrapped itself around Uruha’s heart. Any sign of Aoi’s existence would do. Anything. Quickly he fell to his knees and searched the ground. Something. Something. Anything. Anything.
At last he came up a long black kimono belt lying limp like a dead snake in the grass.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aoi said from behind him. Turning around, Uruha saw him standing there wearing nothing but a dirty pair of grey pants. There was dirt and blood across his pale skin and he looked as if he had been sweating.
“Where were you?”
Aoi didn’t answer. He just narrowed his eyes angrily.
“I was worried you left.”
“You can leave now. Usagi is gone.” Uruha couldn’t trace any emotion from Aoi’s voice. Getting to his feet, he looked about the courtyard in attempt to gather his thoughts. “There is some food left. Rice mostly. You can have that and then be on your way…”
“Why did you do it? Why did you kill them all? Why?” He rushed toward Aoi and grabbed his arm.
Shaking him off, the vampire replied through his teeth in a growl, “Is that why you’re still here?” Something fearful flashed through his eyes causing Uruha’s heart to be filled with a primal fear he had never felt. It was almost as if he were staring into the face of a panther ready to strike.
“I just want the truth.”
“The truth?! The truth?!” Suddenly his demeanor shifted. In a matter of seconds in his anger, he had turned into a monster but now, aghast, he seemed like a man. “There is no such thing as the truth.”
“Yes there is.” Uruha even surprised himself. He didn’t believe he was this brave. More than anything, he was afraid to die. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that but right now at this moment, his need to know was greater than this fear. “Why did you kill her? Did you do it just to make me hate you? And the others why did you have to kill them?”
“You don’t get it do you, you stupid fuck face,” he faced him now, challenging him. His chest seemed to swell and he clenched his fists. “There is no saving them. There is nothing you can do. Death does not scare them. The only thing that matters to them is Me,” he pointed at himself self-righteously. “And what kind of life do you think it is? They trade in everything for one tiny insignificant touch. They trade in who they were. They trade in their future. They trade in their dreams, their sanity, their souls just for this. And you know they think they love me….Can you believe that?” Around them the sun was about to set. It’s golden light shimmered in his eyes. “You saw the horror I give them so tell me, is that better off than dead?”
Dusk was settling in. A purple glow filled the air like water.
“Is that everything…” Uruha whispered.
“Usagi, you mean?” He turned around now as if he were ashamed. “You needed to see what I really am, Uruha. You needed to.”
“Why didn’t you just kill me off like the rest?”
“Because you aren’t like the rest. You don’t love me. You can leave this place. Obviously…you are a sane man again…And that’s because I did that.”
Suddenly, he understood. For all his threats, Aoi didn’t want to kill him. But there was something nagging him. If he had killed Usagi to break that spell of lust, why did he kill the others? “But even if you wanted me to leave…why all at once? Every single one of them?”
Aoi chuckled a small laugh the sound of which was pathetically sad. “Because I don’t know what I want…that’s why…” Stepping forward, he began to make his escape. In his mind, he kept wondering why he was bothering but in the end, he knew why. He knew the truth but he was too afraid to admit it.
“Stop running away,” Uruha shouted after him.
But Aoi didn’t listen to him. He just continued walking away. Sliding open the doors, he said in a calm voice “There is a bathroom a little ways out of the main house just behind you. Beyond that is the stream. You can bathe yourself there and when you get back, there’ll be something here for you to eat. Be fast, you don’t have long before it’s dark.”
***
He wanted him. There was no denying it.
Uruha did as he was told and in the meantime like a wife, Aoi cooked him food and cleaned. He scrubbed the filthy floors of their grime and blood. He washed himself and tied back his hair. Next to the tray of food, he placed a clean change of clothes and the beautiful Martin guitar. He even laid down a pillow for Uruha to sit on.
He made it as if death had never been there but as he sat there waiting for his return, he couldn’t help but feel that Akamizu was haunted, that the walls themselves were stained with murder and the ghosts of all who died in his arms and those before him who had met their end long ago in a time long forgotten still lingered in it’s ancient corners.
Even monsters know fear.
Impulsively, he grabbed the guitar and began to play it.
“Aoi,” Uruha said as he step in.
Looking up, there was something about his face at this moment that overcame Aoi. Uruha was alive and there. He was beautiful and real. The rest of this was just the remnants of a nightmare. With the curiosity of a child, he stared at the guitar in the vampire’s hands but they fell away from the instrument.
“What were you playing?” Uruha asked him. The way he said it was as if they were two normal people, in a normal situation, in a normal place.
“Nothing really,” Aoi replied with a thin smile. He looked down momentarily as if he were shy. He had a hard time looking at Uruha directly and in these moments, he usually addressed his words to the floor.
“Why did you bring it out?”
“For you.” So simply the words had come to him. He had expected himself to be more bitter, to be colder but he wasn’t in the mood. Aoi had prepared him food, had brought things to him, cleaned for him. All these acts of nurturing had somehow changed the way he felt like dealing with him and for some reason, forgetting for a moment the natural and violent edge of his nature, he felt nothing but gentleness towards Uruha. “I brought you a clean change of clothes.”
Looking down at them, he picked them up and not bothering to examine them, patted it with his hand. “Another kimono?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it okay if I change here?”
“Yeah,” Aoi bit at his bottom lip, looking up beneath his eyelashes, he furtively watched Uruha undo the tie of his kimono, feeling as if he were peering in on something he shouldn’t be looking at. The dirty kimono fell open and revealed his naked form, porcelain white and thin. His penis hung there limp like a fruit from a tropical tree. The dark pubic hair from the testicles and the lower stomach framed the organ, and gave it a beautiful and mysterious prominence in his otherwise smooth pale body. Uruha seemed unconcerned about undressing right in front of Aoi. He acted as if it were perfectly mundane and normal. His beautiful face was void of any expression other than of perfect disinterest. Crouching, Uruha legs fanned open and the fruit that had fascinated Aoi so much hung downward, swaying with Uruha’s motions. Aoi had almost forgotten that yesterday Uruha had held him down and shoved that inside of him. Encased in his flesh, he felt it hard and throbbing, the memory of it caused Aoi to grow hot suddenly. A thin line of sweat formed over the top of his lips. He wanted to wipe it away or lick it away but he knew that the other man would notice and know what it meant.
Uruha stood up and started to dress himself. “It’s clean in here,” he remarked. Aoi didn’t answer. “Can I eat?”
“Yeah.”
“Play something.”
He picked up the Martin guitar. “Sure,” he nearly whispered. “What do you want to hear?”
“Mother.”
Aoi stared at him for a moment, wondering if there was some special significance to the request. “Alright,” he said quietly and began to play. The notes although accurate in time, came off stiffly and pained, revealing the fact that Aoi wasn’t completely invested in playing at that moment, that he was more concerned on how the sound appeared than how it felt. Perhaps others would not have noticed but Uruha if he was anything, was a guitar player and he understood the meanings of the sounds it made more so than human words or actions and the tenseness and apprehension, even fear that he heard in his playing came across to him loud and clear. But Uruha heard something else. He heard the commitment to playing it, the desire to get it right and in time as if Aoi were trying to please him even though he was in no mood, even though he wanted to put the guitar aside and run away.
Uruha made no sign that he heard these things. He instead sat there eating, occasionally looking up at Aoi with blank eyes that seemed to be those of a bored man. When at last the song was finished, Uruha put his food down and running his tongue across his teeth, cleaned his mouth of food before finally saying, “You want me to stay.”
Aoi’s eyes widened and anger like a flash of lighting darted across them. “What?” he said through his teeth.
“You cleaned. You got rid of those women because you want me to be here. You want me to stay. That’s why you cleaned.”
“You vain little shit,” Aoi quickly got to his feet and leaning forward like an animal about to pounce, threw a threatening glare at him.
“Why else then?” Uruha stood up.
“I don’t have to answer to you,” he forced a laugh.
Uruha pouted as he thought. He pursed out his lips and looked down. Aoi’s aggression seemed to have no effect on him. He twisted his full lips and said, “Well, I want to stay.”
Aoi’s manner relaxed. “You do?”
“Yeah, I do. You know I do.”
Aoi stared at him in silence for several long seconds. He didn’t know what to say. Sitting back down, he remarked casually, “Finish your food before it gets cold.”
“I’m full. Thank you.”
“Okay,” Aoi pulled at his kimono as if he cared to fix it. As he was looking down, Uruha walked over to where he was sitting and stood there. Quickly, Aoi shot his gaze up at his face. “What?” he asked with a challenging tone.
Uruha didn’t say anything. Bringing his hands to the belt, he undid the loose knot and revealed once more his body. His penis was only several inches away from Aoi’s face. Uruha had wanted it to be that way. He even began to stroke it, making sure that Aoi looked at it, that he saw him becoming aroused. As he had wanted, he stared at him for a while before his shame and his pride overcame him and he looked away defiantly. He didn’t stand up or move away, he just turned his head. Uruha though wasn’t trying to insult him or provoke him. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, Uruha wrapped his arm around Aoi’s neck and brought his cheek in for a soft kiss. “What’s wrong?” he muttered into his skin.
“Nothing is.”
“Are you scared?”
“Scared of what?”
“Of being a vampire, or being alone…I would be.” He rested his forehead against Aoi’s temple. His intimacy was unexpected and it froze Aoi to where he was. His direct honesty pierced through the air towards him and as if it were a solid thing, he felt its presence in the room.
“I’m not scared of anything.” Although his words expressed the same defiance, his tone was however soft. Gently, he faced Uruha, bring his nose against his and looking into his eyes. “Do you like me?” Aoi asked with a playful smile, conjuring up a courage he didn’t know he had. His demeanor, as usual for him had shifted so quickly and the expression that lingered now on his features was flirtatious and shameless.
“I like you,” with his soft reply, he wrapped the other arm around him and linked his hands together behind Aoi’s neck. “I like you,” he repeated.
“Ohhhh, do you?” The vampire giggled like a boy. Uruha with closed eyes nodded. “Beautiful humans can be so stupid. I wonder why.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“Hey!! Who said I was talking about you? Mr. Conceited here,” Aoi laughed. He brought his trembling hands upward towards the other man’s waist.
With his reply, Uruha’s eyes snapped open. “You don’t think I’m beautiful?”
“Awww~ Of course I think you’re beautiful!” His tentative hands pulled him closer to his own body. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful thing in the whole world.” Uruha smiled happily, the sight of which sent electric shots of joy through Aoi, jolting his entire body with energy and adrenaline. His heart pounded in his chest and his fingers tingled. “Your long body, your long hair, your almond eyes, those poofy lips,” he tapped them with his index finger cutely. “Even the stupid expressions on your face.”
“Stupid…Stop calling me that,” Uruha pushed his stomach lightly and yet with obvious displeasure.
“I’m sorry. I’m only teasing,” Aoi with his nose, polar bear kissed him.
“Look at you, so different….” The smile on his face grew and his eyes turned into two black half moons.
“Different?”
“Yeah, you’re acting all cute and stuff.”
“Stuff?” Aoi giggled and moved towards him in a motion to push him on his back but Uruha, playfully resisted.
“Stuff…You aren’t acting like a wild animal.”
“Ohhh well,” he bit his lip and with more force, he succeeded in his endeavor and Uruha fell to the floor bringing Aoi down with him in a fit of laughter and wide childlike smiles. “You just wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. Now.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Now?” Aoi ran his hands up his thighs, caressing them, running his thumbs along the inner sides until his fingers were pressing up against his testicles. “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you want to be here with me…” He suddenly said, his tone however still playful, carried an edge of seriousness.
“Cause you’re cute,” was the reply.
“Really. I want to know why…” Embarrassed and afraid of what he might hear, he buried his face into Uruha’s neck.
“I don’t know…Cause I just want to see you…I don’t know why…” As he answered, he began to remove Aoi’s clothing from him. “I don’t care why…”
“But I’m a murderer…”
“Maybe. But at the same time…you’re not. Let’s not talk anymore,” he said with finality bringing his lips finally to his and kissing him.
“But-”
“You talk too much.” Uruha lifted his legs and wrapped them around his body, putting himself in the position to be penetrated. “Come on,” he said with at least a small bit of agitation. “Make me feel good.” His voice always had been very straightforward with almost emotionless quality to it but his request was laced with a flirtatious purr closer to the cadence of a female sex symbol’s than that of laid back young man.
Aoi with his heart exploding like a star inside of his ribcage did as he was told. He puckered his lips and ran them across Uruha’s throat. He reached for the other man’s erected penis and squeezing it tightly stroked him, pressing him in the most sensitive spots with his fingers which he at last brought to his mouth and making sure Uruha was watching him, wetted them with his spit. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt, baby,” he cooed.
“I’m a man. I can handle it,” Uruha laughed.
“I’ll make sure it won’t hurt at all, pretty face,” he said as if he hadn’t heard him. He had no interest in causing him any pain. He wasn’t going to force himself inside of him and penetrate him violently like he had done with the women not caring if he hurt them or made them bleed or bruised them. Gentle, gentle, gentle, he kept saying to himself. Pressing his middle finger into Uruha’s tight hole, he slowly tried to expand the orifice.
Feeling it, Uruha laughed and pressed his body downward into his hand. “Another one,” he ordered.
“Wait.”
“Another,” he said with more demand and Aoi did it. Shoving his ring finger into him, he grimaced knowing fully well that it would hurt Uruha but the sensation however painful only caused him to grow more excited and he rocked faster against his hand and began to stroke Aoi’s penis as if preparing it.
“Baby don’t rush it,” he purred happily. He lowered his head to Uruha’s pink nipple and laid upon it a series of soft wet kisses.
“Kansai,” Uruha suddenly announced. “Your accent. It’s a Kansai accent.” He smiled to himself.”
“Mhm sweetheart,” Aoi agreed and brought his small kisses upward across his chest to his neck.
“Another.”
“Wait.”
Excitedly, Uruha lowered his hand next to Aoi’s and shoved his own finger inside of himself next to the other man’s. “Now.”
The kisses finally reached his chin. “Fine,” he conceded. He sat up and spitting on his palm, wet Uruha and himself. Gently and slowly, he held his erection and pressed it against his hole. “Come on,” he whispered to himself when Uruha’s tightness resisted him.
“I don’t care if it hurts. It’s only temporary. Do it,” his voice was urgent and irritated. “Do it,” he nearly whined.
“I don’t…”
Fed up, Uruha grabbed his penis and holding it still, tried his best to push himself downward onto it.
“Okay, Okay,” Aoi took a deep sigh, closing his eyes tightly, with one quick and forceful push, entered him. Uruha cried out in pain. “Baby, baby, baby, are you okay?” he brushed the hair away from his face.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Shut up now. It feels good.”
Aoi timidly replied, “Okay” and slowly rocked inside of him. His body was tight and warm. Uruha was generally quiet but his moaning was so loud, his voice resonated throughout the wide and empty room. His mouth gaping open and his eyes tightly shut, he nearly screamed. Hungrily, he ran his hands down Aoi’s long back and clawed at his butt, pushing him further inside of him. “You like it baby?” he asked him rather stupidly.
No reply. Aoi began to stroke his lover’s erection, lovingly kissing him and pulling him close. The new sensation caused Uruha to whimper in pleasure. Wiping a string of spit that escaped Uruha’s mouth, Aoi giggled.
Bringing his arms up into a hug around Aoi, Uruha held him there for a moment only to bring Aoi down in a tumble and onto his own back. No longer inside of Uruha, he saw a small trickle of blood run down the curve of his lover’s pale cheek, down, down onto his inner thigh, it glimmered in the lantern light and the bloodlust that Aoi had until that moment forgotten ran across his flesh like a hot flash and up to his brain where it throbbed against his skull.
Uruha must have noticed the change in his expression. “You want to bite me?” he asked him with a mischievous smile. Swinging his leg across Aoi’s body, he acted as if he were a bull rider mounting a horse. His confidence would have been humorous if it weren’t for the destructive and violent desire mounting inside of the vampire as he watched him. Smiling happily like a child, Uruha held Aoi’s penis firmly and slowly sat on it and swallowed the whole thing into his body. He threw his head back, rested his hands in front him as if he were holding the reigns and rocked his body. “I bet it feels good right for the person you bite right?”
Aoi tightly closed his eyes and didn’t answer. Maybe it did. Maybe it did feel good. It had seemed that way for the others. “I’m never ever going to bite you,” he said and shoved his hand into his mouth as if he were in pain.
“Why not? Fuck I like this,” he laughed. Uruha never thought he would. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever let himself think about what it felt like to be penetrated by another man, to feel the hardness rubbing against his sensitive skin and pressing up against that spot inside of him he didn’t even know could be pleasured.
Aoi could hardly pay attention to Uruha’s words. He couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t think. All he was then at the moment was his will battling against a body wrecked with an incompressible desire. It was like a white hot pain and yet he wanted it. He needed it. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bite him. He couldn’t.
“Spit, sweat, cum, blood… Come on, bite me,” Uruha laughed. He was convinced it would feel good.
The closer Aoi became to ejaculation, he knew the desire in him would grow. It had always been this way. Even now, he could imagine the iron metallic scent of the blood and feel its hotness running down the insides of his throat. He could remember the feeling that filled his body like pervasive warmth.
Uruha could tell that he was in agony. He ceased his rocking, leaned forward and rested his hands against his face. “What’s wrong?” he pecked his lips cutely.
“I’m never going to do it,” Aoi chanted and pushed Uruha off of him. “Don’t come near me!” he shouted at him as he quickly got to his feet. “You hear me?!” Uruha could see the teeth shining and poised to bite and like being face to face with a panther, his heart was overcome with a primal fear.
Aoi didn’t need to hear a response. The look of terror on Uruha’s beautiful face was enough to tell him that he had understood.
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Note: Such a long delay between posts. Sorry >.<