RP Log: Kenya and Shiraishi
Who: Oshitari Kenya and Shiraishi Kuranosuke
Where: Dusk Dorm 205
When: Wednesday July 29th
What: Impromptu visit made by Kenya
Warnings: It uh... well uh... it gets a bit naughty. >>;
Rating: PG-13
Comments: This was pretty damn fun. XD
Oshitari Kenya didn't know when it happened but over the span of a few months time he had seen less and less of his friend, Shiraishi Kuranosuke. It wasn't until he saw the post on that same friend's journal that he realized how much he actually missed seeing the vampire whose room he was currently hunting for.
He had only ever been near the dusk dorms to see Saeki and once he might have come looking for Chitose, but never had he actively gone in search of Shiraishi as he was doing now. If he remembered correctly, the number he was looking for was 205 and, man, he seriously hoped it was the right number. As much as he liked the two or three vampires he personally knew, Kenya didn't have any real desire to run across those he didn't, especially when he wasn't supposed to be in the Dusk Dorms to begin with.
This explained away the quick peeks he took over his shoulders every now and again during his hurried walk through the foyer, up the stairs, and down the halls until dark eyes saw the digits on the door a few feet from him. Once again, he shot a look over his shoulder, even as his hand rose to knock lightly at the door.
As per usual around that time of the day, the vampire youth was doing any homework he hadn't felt like finishing the previous night. He liked taking his time with it to make sure it was perfect and would get the highest grade possible of him. Anal retentive teen can sometimes be anal retentive.
Mid-pencil stroke, the knock on his door echoed in the silent room, stopping his writing. He set the pencil down gingerly and stood from his chair almost absently, still thinking of the question he wanted to write. But when he opened his door expecting to see Chitose and getting Kenya, he looked a little shocked.
"Haha, decided to explore the dusk dorms?" Shiraishi greeted his friend by way of stepping aside quickly so he could let Kenya in, rather than be caught where he shouldn't be if someone came out of their room.
Kenya wasted little time in slipping through the small opening left for him when Shiraishi stepped aside. He stopped just inside the room, absently toeing his shoes off as was his habit, and turned in the next moment to feast his eyes on the vampire teen he hadn't seen in ages. "Not likely, since I've been here before. Maybe not to your room, but the dorms." He rambled absently, allowing his eyes to roam over the figure he hadn't seen for weeks to ascertain that little had changed about Shiraishi. At least, there was little physical changes that he could see.
Shiraishi cocked an eyebrow and gave a small smirk as he walked back toward his chair. Grabbing the back, he pulled it closer and motioned for Kenya to have a seat on the spare bed. "Uh huh. And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
He'd never admit it, but yeah. He missed Kenya's company and picking on his friend. Shiraishi's desire to be social went down the tubes for a while, and his friendships suffered a lot. The fact that he'd only ever had three guests (and one of them was practically his room mate) in his room said so much for that.
"I have!" Kenya immediately defended since it sounded like Shiraishi didn't believe him. "I come here all the time to see Sae," He couldn't help the note of huffiness that colored his words or the way he stalked to the bed he was motioned toward.
"And I figured if you were going to be pulling a Z trick then I'd start treating you like I do my roommate and friggen invade your territory." He said daringly as he plopped down on the bed, shooting a tiny annoyed glare toward the friend that hadn't shown the least inclination of wanting to see him for as long as he'd been distracted by things he didn't want to think about.
A small amused chuckle escaped sly lips, his eyes reflecting his utter delight. Kenya's feathers got ruffled so fast over simple matters. That, he really missed the most - the good natured teasing. "My territory is directly downstairs, and if you invade that... well. Maybe I really will bite you."
Shiraishi leaned forward, arm resting on the back of his chair, and cradled his head with his hand as per usual. "So, you see Saeki, huh?"
Kenya snorted softly in disbelief. "Sure you will." He muttered to goad his friend. "I've kinda discovered you're mostly talk, Kura, just like Yuu." Kenya had to admit to himself, even if he never said as much to anyone else, that he just never knew when to shut his mouth.
"And, sure, I see Sae. He's my friend," He had also been his tutor for more than one very personal subject but he did not kiss and tell. That was just fucking rude, even if Saeki was a guy and not a girl.
One of these days, Shiraishi vowed that he would bite Kenya if only to make it so when he threatened him with it, Kenya wouldn't take it lightly. If he drew blood or not would be depending on the level of threat.
"Mmm, wish I could say the same of Saeki. Its been a few months since we've talked." Which was a shame, really. Saeki was fun and interesting, but once the flirt ratio was cock blocked (literally) he trickled away. It made Shiraishi wonder if that's all Saeki had wanted, though.
"You haven't exactly been too social, Kura," Kenya countered defensively, feathers ruffling on behalf of his absent friend. "Thinking back, it's almost like you aren't here lately."
He did NOT sound miffed over that, either. Or so Kenya assured himself but the tiniest bit of hurt belied the lie he told himself to try to delude his inner voice into believing he wasn't hurt over the absence of his friend the last few months.
"Aah, some things happened and my temper doesn't like others." Things he wouldn't divulge to Kenya, because he didn't need anyone to worry over his issues. Atobe was his own business, and he was dealing with him.
"You'll get sick of me soon enough. But you know, you haven't made many entries lately either." Shiraishi smirked, turning the tables. He'd been looking for excuses since he didn't want to just show up one day out of the blue.
"Fuck you," Kenya snarled, affronted by the idea his friend thought he was so flighty. Damn it, why did Shiraishi think he'd get tired of his company so easily? Maybe he wasn't the most outstandingly social guy in the world and maybe he kept a lot of things to himself, because he hated being a burden to anyone but damned if he didn't work hard at being a good friend to those he chose to let near.
Hadn't he let Saeki nearly drain him dry when he was hurt and in need of blood? And didn't he go out of his way to draw Zaizen out of his solitary existence bit by bit so he wouldn't be so alone. Not that his roommate lacked in friends, because he had plenty but he did spend an awful lot of time alone, which was okay but every now and again it struck Kenya that he needed to get out more than what he was doing. It was at these times that he braved the annoyed looks and exasperated-I-can't-believe-this-glares to infiltrate and destroy Zaizen's deliberate seclusion.
It wasn't like he enjoyed being told that instead of spending time with him because he wanted to that Zaizen only gave in because it was the easiest route to dealing with him. "I ain't that lousy a friend to just get tired of you and throw you away or some shit." He muttered unaware of the accent that coated his words or how he was slipping back into the slang he worked so hard to keep hidden when on campus.
The sudden change in Kenya's attitude took Shiraishi aback. He stare almost wide eyed at his friend and blinked momentarily, obviously confused. What exactly set him off? He'd been been teasing about Kenya's lack of journal entries to poke.
"Maa, maa. Calm down, Ke-" Slow to the draw, since the accent was natural to him, Shiraishi only realized halfway through trying to defuse Kenya that he was hearing a kansai dialect. His brows knitted together lightly, but then a smirk slowly spread on his lips. Well, that really did shed some light on Kenya's personality. "-nya. I was only teasing you." He continued flawlessly, missing only that single beat so as to let his friend continue, hopefully without realizing his slip. Now wasn't the time to call Kenya on his shit. Perhaps Shiraishi was evil, but he wanted his friend to stumble over his words.
Again he glared at his friend, face settled into the pout his cousin had termed adorable in their less than innocent fooling around. "Don't tell me to calm down," Kenya huffed with each word slipping more and more into the dialect he camouflaged most of the time, arms lifted to cross over his chest. "It makes you sound like an old woman." As far as insults went that one would have ruffled his feathers personally, but one couldn't ever tell how Shiraishi would take the things he said. The guy found the oddest things amusing, let others pass him by, and just plain ignored the rest depending.
If he were any other kind of man, an old woman impersonation would be very apt of the situation, but Shiraishi didn't act for something so silly. Although if he knew Yuushi's sentiments, he would certainly agree on a more innocent level. "Call me Baa-chan, then." Shiraishi chuckled softly. "But you know, I meant that I'm going to have more free time to be social. You got unnecessarily angry, Chibi-kun." Kenya did, indeed, remind Shiraishi at that moment of a child.
"What is there to do near your family home?" More precisely, the unvoiced question was 'where is it?'. Hopefully nowhere near his own, or he may run the risk of having to actually go home if he went to visit Kenya's for a few days during break.
"Okay, Baa-chan." He immediately replied as he wasn't one to let a possible dig pass by, although he was quickly distracted by the question that followed. Kenya knitted his brows together as he thought over all the tourist attractions and fun things to do near his home. Okay, so near his home was a relative term since it usually took some form of transportation to get to the stuff he liked to do, but what did that matter?
"There's lots of stuff to do around Osaka, you know." He murmured, nose wrinkling as he shot his friend a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look. "I could have sworn from your accent that you're from around there, too." Speaking of accents, it was too late for him to notice his own had slipped but damned if it hadn't. "Maybe not the same area but the same region, and I did not get unnecessarily angry." Kenya willed away the blush he felt heating his cheeks but knew from experience the hated color wasn't going to fade.
Boy, did he feel all sorts of off balance since coming into that room and wondered if he left and then returned if he'd get started on better footing. "I had a reason for being mad!"
Aah, Osaka. There was a little fear now that he would run into his family, considering they were both from the same city, but at least Shiraishi knew that Osaka was big enough. It was certainly possible to avoid them. It wasn't to say that he didn't love his family, because yes he did, it was just... his eldest sister was something like a completely new person and he was rather uneasy about it.
"Mmm, born and raised Osakan. I just didn't know until a moment ago that you were. You don't typically sound like one of us." Shiraishi smirked. "Why do you hide it? Sounds homey."
Waving the other thing off, Shiraishi leaned forward more. "Don't shoulder the burden for that one, I've been the bad friend here not you."
Kenya thought about denying the accent he had successfully kept hidden up until then, but then found instead that he sighed. "I got tired of the bitching from my English teacher when I screwed up saying a word, because it rolled off my tongue wrong. Though, I don't see where she has room to talk, because she's got this thick drawl that massacres their r sound even worse than we typically do." He wasn't sure where the woman hailed from but someday he was going to ask, just to find out since now the curiosity would kill him after thinking about it.
"And I ain't shouldering anything. It's your fault for thinking I'd get tired of you." He pointed out with a scowl. "Honestly, what the hell do I have to do for people, write a vow in blood that I won't fuck up when I'm needed the most and that no matter how mad I get I ain't just gonna say the hell with it and stop being their friend?"
Yeah, okay, maybe Shiraishi didn't deserve his ire since most of it was lingering from confrontations with Shinji, but, geez, how it annoyed him to think his friends believed him so unreliable.
Once more, the look of confusion rolled over Shiraishi's features along with an eyebrow raise. He hadn't implied that at all. More that he'd be so social Kenya wouldn't want to see him for a while due to seeing him too much. For now, he ignored the dialect topic in favor of the friendship one since it seemed like a problem for Kenya.
"You're reading too deeply into my words," Shiraishi leaned backward and dug a deck of cards out of his desk. It was the same deck he and Miyuki played poker with when she was visiting Senri. "So does that mean you have the same problem with someone else? Unless you're just reading me wrongly for the hell of it." He took the deck out of the pack and began shuffling absently. "I wouldn't use blood by the way. Ink is much more permanent." Shiraishi teased, knowing full well that Kenya had that tattoo on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I know." Kenya admitted. His cheeks were flush once more, red brightening the light tan of his skin. "Sorry."
As for the other, he wasn't touching that topic. Shiraishi didn't need to hear about his troubles or the things that had been bugging him. "Speaking of ink, I've been thinking about getting another tat. The one piercing was enough, so I'm not getting another of those. Maybe a simplistic tiger to match the dragon," Boy, he was getting really good at sidestepping stuff he didn't want to talk about and letting things go unspoken.
Hm. Shiraishi wasn't that stupid, thankfully. He'd catch Kenya off guard, because as a friend it was his duty to listen to Kenya's troubles if he needed an outlet. If he didn't need his own plans to be kept secret, he probably would have told Chitose or even Kenya about his plans for Atobe and Niou. But he was banking on both not knowing anything for him to play them off properly.
Although his ears did perk quite a bit at the mention of a piercing. "You have a piercing?" Curiosity killed the Kura, Kenya. Didn't you know that? It was also now obvious he'd only just gotten back into playing on the campus journals. Chocolate eyes searched his friend only to come up short. "Its not uh..." Shiraishi pointed between Kenya's legs. Oddly, nipples didn't even cross his mind.
"Hell no!" Kenya visible shuddered, blanching over the idea of anything sharp getting near his cock. Oh, fuck no. He wasn't that much of a masochist, even if he had to admit that maybe he was a little bit of one with how he enjoyed those few times Saeki fed from him.
"Ain't nobody getting near my….. Not with needles or anything…" He stumbled there, cheeks really blazing a cherry red when it struck him that sharp pointy things had, indeed, gotten near his nether-bits. But, did fangs really count? It wasn't like they'd been used on his skin or punctured his flesh there!
"And, yeah, I got a piercing." He hurried on, attempting to switch the topic not only with his words but also with pulling off his shirt. He reached for the hem, easing it upward so extra care could be taken in pulling it above his chest, since the memory of having the barbell snagged still hurt like a bitch and made him twinge when he thought about it.
"See!" he enthusiastically crowed a moment later, tossing his t-shirt off to his side so the silver bit of metal could be seen. After all, he did have the curious look on Shiraishi's face to egg him on in the unveiling and showing off of his daring.
Maybe it was mean, but Shiraishi chuckled at his friend's expense. The horror stuck look was far too amusing not to have a good laugh at. But the blush that followed seemed a little odd. Maybe it was just because of Shiraishi's own perversions that were obviously coming through? Hell, if he was daring enough he might actually think of a cock piercing for himself.
Though his thoughts were sidetracked a moment later as he curiously watched Kenya lift his shirt. There was something shiny going through his friend's nipple. Automatically it amused the hell out of him.
Laying the cards he was still shuffling on the bed, Shiraishi rolled himself closer to Kenya. In another second, he flicked the barbell gently and looked up at his friend, still rather curious and wholly not thinking of anything dirty for once. Well, yet. And even then, it wouldn't be about anyone but his lovable idiot boyfriend. "Have you played with it while... you know?" Yes, a personal question, but it was getting somewhere. "What's it feel like?" That was if Kenya decided to answer with 'yes' or answer at all. His eyes flicked up from the piercing, fingers tugging at the edge of the barbell and eyes oooooooooooh so curiously looking at Kenya, awaiting his answer patiently.
"What? No!" Kenya cried, though his voice sounded strangled and choked to his ears but, fuck, what else could Shiraishi expect when he asked him that sort of question? And while he was tugging on the barbell no less!
Unaware of the haze of confused pleasure that filled his eyes along with the embarrassment that burned his cheeks and crept all the way down his throat, Kenya muttered on an offended huff. "No! I haven't." He didn't know why his friend asked him such a question or why he was bothering to answer, but he was muttering out the answer nonetheless. Had he been in a clearer frame of mind he would have blamed the unexpected flash of heat that flared outward from the piercing each time the barbell was tugged that was both a mingling of pain and pleasure.
He had read a lot of stuff before getting the piercing that said it would make his nipple especially sensitive, but he sort of hadn't believed it. He should have, because then he would have slapped Shiraishi's hand away before he got his fingers wrapped around the barbell, but it was too late now. All he could do now to save his pride was pretend he didn't feel anything other than possibly annoyed at having the piece of jewelry pulled on. He hadn't had the thing that long and could probably get away with citing that it hurt, which it did. Just not as badly as before and there was the other that damn near overshadowed the sensation, and had his friend really asked him what it felt like?
Kenya thought he could use the line of questioning to his advantage, maybe to distract Shiraishi before he noticed he looked like a tomato from the face down. "What's what feel like?" he asked, adapting his best stupefied and dense expression, the one he always used when attempting to outsmart his mother when he was in for trouble.
Oh? Kenya was holding out on him. He was blushing and he looked stupid. Two clear signs of something he shouldn't be trying. "The piercing, idiot. What's it feel like when I do this?" It was entirely mean, and even more misleading... but he rolled the barbell between his fingers and tugged at the edge. Hopefully Kenya wouldn't fault him for being curious. "Did you get it just to look cool, or for something else?"
Gosh, Shiraishi. Quit with the pervy questions already. Kenya's a friend, not a toy. He probably wouldn't have gone so far if Kenya would have smacked his hand away, but Shiraishi tended to have a take charge attitude sometimes, so he didn't quite blame his friend.
A moment later, however, he pulled away giving a quick flick to the barbell. He didn't know how long Kenya had had it, but it looked nicely healed with no redness other than toying with it created. "Looks nice, but if it does the job it should, it'd be even nicer."
"Fuck," he hissed, startled by the shock of pleasure that radiated outward from the piercing with the new way Shiraishi took to tugging and rolling the barbell around between his fingers, only for it to fade when he backed off with just a flick to the adornment.
He shouldn't answer, just to be jerk and leave his friend wondering. "It feels… odd. A good kind of odd, so stop that shit, unless you're going to carry through with your teasing." He ordered calling Shiraishi on his evilness then and there, because they both knew his friend was too wrapped up in his boyfriend to think about fooling around with anyone else in that way. At least, he was fairly certain the vampire across from him did not see him in that manner, even if he might see another (which he doubted, but there was always a chance someone unknown was lusted after) in that light.
"And it isn't any of your business why I got it." The truth was his reasons had been awfully shallow with wanting to prove to his roommate he could rock the piercing better than anyone else, and damned if he didn't. Simplicity could often be the sexier than anything else, which was exactly why he had gone for the tribal tattoo instead of one much more complicated and for the single piercing instead of having both nipples done.
"Mmm, no harm in asking." Shiraishi smirked. "You know, you're way too trusting, Kenya."
Tapping his fingers on the back of the chair, he stared at the still partially naked and flushed friend of his. That his of his had confirmed if played with just right it seemed better than just plain nipple play. But Kenya had also confirmed through words as well, and that should satisfy him, but that goading got on his nerves. It felt like a challenge, and Shiraishi wasn't one to give up a challenge when it was presented to him.
"Don't option something like that to me. Senri or no Senri, I may just take it up." Shiraishi was entirely serious as he stood up, kicking the chair out of his way, and pushing Kenya to the bed. Like a predator, he slowly crawled onto the bed with him, smirking broadly. He dipped his head next, tongue flicking out to roll right across Kenya's exposed and pierced nipple. He took the nub and barbell into his mouth and sucked gently, wanting to see just what kind of reaction it garnered.
He didn't think he was too trusting. In fact, he was downright jaded and paranoid at times, but that was as far as his train of thought went before he found himself being pushed back onto the bed he had been sitting on with none other than Shiraishi crawling upward to hover above him with a smirk that looked entirely too much like a predator's right then.
The fact that it was one hell of a sexy smirk should have sent him scrambling, but something about the unexpected way his friend turned the tables on him shocked him into a state of compliant silence, until a warm, moist mouth closed over his nipple. "Wha…Ku…" Kenya knew he needed to work on actually getting more than a strangled incoherent jumble of sounds out, but that didn't seem to be working too much for him. Not then, and not until the shock of the moment started to wear off. It was just too bad it was followed by something even more shocking-he'd never felt anything that felt that damn good.
Okay, maybe he had. Being fed from by Saeki was almost fucking orgasmic, but this was just a simple part of foreplay that anyone could do, so it shouldn't have felt so good. Not good enough to draw his back off the bed, or force his head into the mattress below him while eyes closed, and a hiss of his friend's name tumbled off his lips. It took a moment for Kenya to realize where he was, what he was doing, and exactly how he found himself the position he was now in. And it was during the scramble to find his senses that he remembered the words that hung between them. Words that now sounded like an order to his ears, so that all he could do was challenge in return.
"I will, if I wanna." He'd damn well option whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and in any manner he wanted!
Utterly satisfied with how a simple action got such a heavy reaction, Shiraishi drug his teeth lightly over that sensitive nipple, suckling until it left his mouth completely. The metal felt cold and he could hear the way it clinked over his teeth with a soft 'dink'. Honestly, he wasn't sure he liked that heavy feeling on his tongue, either. A nipple piercing was probably something more enjoyable to have than to play with. And Kenya's reaction was... Either it was the piercing or he was just that sensitive to teasing. Both were satisfactory, but only the later was attractive.
Shiraishi skirted his bandaged hand down his friends torso, letting the cloth fibers scratch their way lightly over skin as his hand finally came to rest on Kenya's hip in a firm grip. Using his other hand, he teased his friends neglected nub with fis fingernail.
He had every intention of only going just a little bit further to teach Kenya a lesson - don't push him in the wrong direction, because he would most certainly react. Shiraishi didn't like his buttons pushed by anyone, even friends.
With his mouth hovering over Kenya's heart, he bit down and scraped his fangs hard enough to leave light tracks and a small slice, though no blood. The other vampires in the building would no doubt go nuts, and he lived only doors down from Dan-sama, who could reprimand him for having a human in his room. He really did want to drink from Kenya, though. Just to teach him a lesson, but it would have to wait until another time.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't just the piercing though he had to admit that particular nipple was far more sensitive than the other but when fingernails scraped over its neglected mate he barely stifled the moan that rumbled in his chest just in time. Kenya clawed at the blanket below him, mindlessly seeking some way to hold onto his sanity before it got away from him entirely.
He didn't know which of Shiraishi's buttons he had pushed to set him off and trying to figure it out right then seemed just as silly as his desire to hold onto some semblance of coherent thought. Not that he was being successful with either, especially when fangs scraped over his skin. "Oh, fuck!" he cried, hands rising to dive into the silky locks framing the back of his friend's head. He couldn't stop the words, though he most certainly would have tried if he wasn't so startled by the stinging pleasure that made him feel as if a livewire ran directly through his body, so that fingers clutched desperately at the head he cradled. The desire to drag Shiraishi closer was there, because, well, damn, it felt so good. This was all Saeki's fault, Kenya thought as he floundered through the haze of pleasure. His friend had taught him to enjoy a vampire's bite and even if Shiraishi wasn't breaking skin having those fangs scrape along his flesh felt like the most erotic stimuli ever.
He soon realized, however; that the teasing scrape was about as far as his friend would go. Or, at least, that's what he believed based on Shiraishi's previous behavior, because even when he'd been cut and bleeding freely the vampire hadn't given into any hunger he must have been feeling. The thought annoyed Kenya, even as he realized it gave him courage and enough bravery to recall everything his sessions with Saeki had taught him.
He growled lowly, writhing beneath his friend's weight until he managed to position himself so that the soles of his feet pressed firmly against the bed, and once he was sure he had enough purchase and possibly the element of surprise on his side, he bucked upward using all the strength and agility years of playing sports left him housing in his lean form. "You damn tease!" he snarled to the vampire, his words lacking any true heat except awakening lust while making his bid for wrenching control from Shiraishi's grasp with the scramble to unseat the creature and roll him beneath him.
Hmm, so Kenya was sensitive to teasing in general? At least that was how it appeared to Shiraishi, anyway. He'd barely done anything yet, especially below the belt. Just how was his friend going to react if he chose to dive lower?
A dark chuckle escaped Shiraishi's lips as the possibility that Kenya may be an early bloomer rolled through his mind. He didn't plan on seeing it to the end, however. Shiraishi Kuranosuke was no cheater, and by right what he was doing may be considered so depending on the person's view, but he didn't feel this particular setting (at its current state) was cheating. Which was funny, because that's when he'd been taken off guard. Just as his mouth had moved a little lower, tongue flicking over Kenya's nipple, he found himself flopping onto his back with his friend on top of him.
The new position felt even more wrong than being on top of Kenya had felt. But even so, he was curious to see what exactly his friend would do, so he was considering if he should allow it or not. "Aah, I am a tease, Kenya-kun." The look he gave his friend was rather cocky. The light of it caught his eyes, and his lips turned upward in a devious smirk. "Thought you'd have at least learned that by now."
Damn, it felt good to have the upper hand for once. Kenya wasn't above taking a moment to savor his victory when he settled into place above his friend. He settled his ass against a flat abdomen, leaned forward to rest his weight on the flat of his hands as they settled beside Shiraishi's head, and then met his friend's cocky smirk with a smug one of his own.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing," he drawled, devious light filling the darkened gaze that rested on the one he held. "Just," And this was where his speed would come into play, he told himself as he struck, quickly lowering his head to the side, his mouth seeking out the ear he soon sent a feathery whisper over.
"Next time, if you're going to bite me… do it right!" he dared to order, snapping his teeth over the soft lobe he drew between his lips, biting down firmly only to let go a second later so an agile tongue could lazily flick across the punished flesh. He should have felt guilty, because to anyone else what they were doing bordered on one of them cheating and the other tempting him to cheat. However, for him it was just a power struggle. And maybe he did get a little bit (so, it was a whole lot but he didn't have to admit that to anyone but himself) of pleasure out of pushing Shiraishi's buttons successfully for once, but it was still child's play compared to what could happen, if they went any further. But they couldn't go further. He wouldn't allow it, because as good as all of it had felt, he was still rational enough to realize his friend was (by his own admittance) very much in love with the guy he was dating.
Shiraishi closed his eyes against that whisper, and bit his bottom lip to hold any form of sound inside his mouth. He wouldn't admit in any manner that Kenya got to him, even a little, with that. Call it selfish, but he wanted to know he had the upper hand in this situation. To look completely unaffected, but like he was still having fun. Something he thought might piss Kenya off.
"Do it right?" He repeated sounding completely amused with a tiny hint of offended thrown in. "When or if I do it, it won't be in the dusk dorms where both of us could get in trouble."
Bringing his hands up from the mattress, Shiraishi slid his palms over Kenya's thighs lightly. He knew his friend was athletically built, but was actually rather impressed by the firmness under his hands. Something Shiraishi could actually imagine was those thighs wrapped around him and it would be an appealing sight. Possibly something that would look nice in an art gallery if they posed together. Not that he was an art lover, but it would look rather pretty.
A moment later, Shiraishi chuckled lightly as he brought his hand back and smacked the top of Kenya's ass. "When are you going home, anyway? Maybe I'll go with you the first couple days." He finally said, returning to a previous topic. Something much more innocent, if only to see if they could keep up what they were doing when the topic was changed.
Kenya trembled beneath the glide of hands. His nerves were already charged from the tussle as small and brief as it had been where wills clashed and devilish natures ruled, so the sensation of those hands gliding up along jean clad legs only aided in heightening an already rowdy libido. "Yeah, yeah, so you keep saying." He drawled smugly, still so very sure in his belief that his friend would never get around to biting him, no matter what he threatened.
It was when the flat of a hand landed across a denim clad ass cheek that dark eyes flared, lips pressing into a taut line. He thought about telling Shiraishi he was playing with fire, but they both knew that already and pointing it out wasn't necessary because in doing so he'd be pointing out his own kinks. And that just wouldn't do when his friend would use it as ammunition to tease him with.
"I don't know. Maybe the first day of vacation, but if you need to hang around here for a few I can wait to head home?" he muttered, completely at ease and at home in seat of power, no matter how delusional it was. He happened to like being above Shiraishi and gazing down at him, since the vampire looked damn good sprawled beneath him.
"Mmm," Shiraishi hummed thoughtfully, his hands resting on Kenya's thighs almost as if they belonged there. Just what kind of friendship were they going to have after this? They obviously hadn't done much, but it was bound to shift something. It was only logical if it did. "I need to pass a friend my class notes, but I could tuck them under his door and visit when I got back." And he'd like to at least see Chitose off at the train before they both left. Unless his lovable idiot boyfriend left without telling him, which seemed to be a classic move on his part.
In a swift motion fingers wound into the fabric of Kenya's shirt and pulled him down lower. Shiraishi actually wanted something to nibble on, and by golly he was going to use Kenya's throat to do it. He even ran his tongue over his friend's adam's apple. "Do you swim?"
He wasn't expecting that, Kenya thought as he tumbled forward the little bit more that was needed to give Shiraishi complete access to his throat, so it was with a soft gasp that he fell forward, hands planting on the mattress to hold his weight off the chest he sort of wanted to just drape himself across like a blanket.
He shook his head to clear the images out of his mind, curled his fingers inward to cling to the blanket bunched beneath them, and then couldn't help but shiver as those teeth once again found their way to his skin. "Uh-huh," he mumbled out as lashes fell to half mast and a delicious chill raced up his spine. Damn vampire was, indeed, playing with fire. And there in lay the allure of indulging in what should have been forbidden for them.
"Do what you gotta do, I can wait a day or two. Give you time to get those notes together and whatever else you need to take care of." He tilted his head, shamelessly encouraging the nibbling to continue. In the meantime, maybe he could forget what they were doing right now, so that when he got home stuff would be as normal as it was before. If anything about their friendship could be termed normal.
Entirely amused by Kenya giving him free access to the part of him he actually desired, Shiraishi nipped playfully. "More than enough time." He murmured. As he ran his tongue over the pulsing vein in his friend's neck, Kenya's pulse played a mesmerizing beat that began to trap him. This was quite possibly more dangerous than fooling around was. Especially since Shiraishi remembered just how good Kenya had tasted on his tongue when he had the chance to lick his friend's wound clean.
His mouth began to water at the mere thought. "If you don't move, I don't think I can actually hold out from biting you."
Shiraishi's grip on Kenya's shirt relaxed enough that his palm was flat against his friend's chest. Exerting a little pressure, he was silently begging the male above him to move, because he didn't want to hurt him by pushing too hard or anything.
Kenya held tight to the blankets crumbled in his grasp for athe space of a heartbeat. His dark gaze holding Shiraishi's as a hand pushed firmly against his chest. It crossed his mind that he could be truly evil right then and refuse to move, even go so far as to tease his friend with what it seemed he wanted but was once again denying himself. Yet, he didn't. It wasn't that he was afraid to. No, he had enough balls to be that brazen and more. However, as steadfast as Shiraishi held to his need to not bite him then his friend would be disgusted with himself later, if he gave in.
He just wasn't up to hurting Shiraishi in that way. Not now, anyway. Not when they both knew the scent of blood would serve as a red flag to the other vampires in the dorm. One vampire, especially a vampire he actually held some respect and liking for was one thing but to become the potential meal of God only knew how many… yeah, it wasn't happening.
Kenya grinned impishly, allowing a smirk to curl his lips. "Yeah, yeah," he chirped leaning down quickly to drop a totally unexpected kiss on the tip of his friend's nose, just to be a brat about the whole thing.
"I'm going!" And he was. No sooner did his lips brush across the smooth skin than he was rolling off to his side and scrambling to the floor. If he was going, he was really going. No sense in hanging around to tempt the vampire to bite him, even if the evil little voice that often led him into doing stupid things was chirping up about how nice it would be to push even more buttons just to see Shiraishi unravel.
Quite frankly the kiss to his nose was... well, weird. It reminded him of a child trying to be cute and succeeding, especially when Kenya rolled away. It brought a small smile to his lips as he imagined a hyperactive butterball child version of his friend doing much the same thing. Shiraishi all but laughed at the picture in his mind as he propped himself on his elbows. His body relaxed incredibly fast, considering he hadn't realized just how tense he'd gotten in the span of only a handful of seconds.
Shiraishi really was quite thankful that Kenya wasn't a prick about it, however. After their first time out, he really didn't want to put his friend into danger again, even though every second of them being together truly was dangerous. Yummy human versus thirsty vampire, and all of that jazz.
"Do you want me to walk you out, or did you have a plan to stay out of sight?" Once more, Shiraishi gave Kenya his best cocky smirk.
"Throw me my shirt, would you?" he asked with a mysterious smile once he found his feet and turned back to face the lounging vampire. He had his plan on how to get back out without being seen, because he wasn't dumb enough to think he could waltz through the halls twice without his luck turning bad. The plan included dropping in to see another friend, but Saeki did tell him he was the best guy to have around when one was being sneaky.
No answer, huh? Play time. "I could always offer to help you out the window." Shiraishi chuckled as he reached for Kenya's t-shirt. He gave the crumpled fabric a once over before finally tossing it to his friend and going back to lounging. Bringing his leg up, he rested his heel on the edge of the bed and cocked his head at the nipple ring. It was still a rather interesting piece of jewelery worth more attention.
"A hoop would look better." The only indication of Shiraishi's topic change was a slight incline of his head at his friends chest.
"I'll change it sooner or later. Probably a dozen times over depending on my mood," Kenya drawled with his smile still in place and gaze dancing with amusement. "You only think the hoop would look better, because it'd be easier to pull." The way he stuck his tongue out at his friend was, indeed, childish but he knew the odds of that being the truth were high.
"And, thanks but I like all my bones in tact." He continued, turning on his heel to head toward the door. He didn't have to be cautious about showing his tattoo around Shiraishi, which made it all the easier to saunter away while casually working his shirt over his head and down his torso.
Kenya was beginning to see through him. Maybe he should try being unexpectedly spontaneous sometime? Every once in a while going against the grain would keep those around him on their toes anyway. Tonight wasn't one of those times, however. "My tongue would have fit through a hoop, too." He answered with a rather perverted smile. Or maybe he would be unexpected. "If I got a cock ring, would you come hold my hand?"
The sad thing was, Shiraishi was being serious. But the tone of his voice didn't betray his seriousness about the question at all, considering he treated his words like a carefully crafted joke.
Kenya came to a complete standstill. He felt his sack tighten and winced over the thought of getting a piercing there. He had already admitted to himself that he was something of a masochist or he wouldn't find being bitten by Saeki damn near orgasmic, nor would he crave the connection that occurred when fangs sank deeply into his skin. And while it was highly probable it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, Kenya liked the thought that he was for the shortest period of time able to feel that close to the vampire that he felt so protective over.
Saeki had gone out of his way to help him and kept the talk about their activities to a minimum so the whole school wasn't wagging their tongues about it, and that in itself was enough to earn Kenya's loyalty. And, fuck, he didn't know how it was his mind went off on a tangent when the topic of conversation wasn't Saeki but a cock piercing. "I told you before, you were insane." He laughingly told his friend, tilting a look back over his shoulder to allow Shiraishi the chance to see that he was teasing.
Seriously, his friend had to be joking. Wasn't he? "But, sure, if you're that nuts I so want to be there to watch your misery." It wouldn't ever happen, Kenya concluded. Shiraishi had said it like he was joking, so the guy simply wasn't serious.
Would he really get a cock ring? The answer was obvious that if he said it, at some point he would do it no matter the tone he took with his words. The reasoning behind it was probably the most crazy thing of all - he simply wanted to see the look on Chitose's face when he unveiled it for use. Bonus points if the piercing did what a nipple ring was supposed to do, and enhance pleasure. My my, Kenya. Inspiration for all the weird things someone like an Aristocrat shouldn't even consider. Perhaps Shiraishi really was going wild at school? Well, that had been his plan from the beginning, anyway. His life in Osaka was rather boring.
"Mmm, you don't know the half of it." Which was sadly the truth. On top of this new idea, he was putting up with someone he rather disliked for the sake of turning their life into a living hell when he was through with them. A long, drawn out game of real life chess that Atobe didn't even know he was playing. That was batshit crazy. "Just don't stare, I may actually blush." Shiraishi teased back. "Be careful out there, Kenya."
"That I might pay to see," he countered with a chuckle, hands smoothing he shirt down over his torso now that the shock had worn off. It wasn't long however, before Shiraishi startled him into silence again and brought a return of his blush.
He couldn't remember the last time anyone had told him to be careful while he was out and about. The oddity of having someone worry for him was novel and made him feel good inside. "Always." He finally forced passed the lump in his throat, hurrying to make his way to the door, so the awkward moment could end.
When the door clicked closed and Kenya was safely on the other side, Shiraishi plopped back down on the bed to stare at the ceiling. He suddenly had absolutely no desire to finish his homework at all, favoring the idea of seeing Chitose instead. But would he really be in his room, or out doing who knew what? Rolling his eyes, Shiraishi decided to just stay in his room. No, he didn't want to bother even getting up, either.
Where: Dusk Dorm 205
When: Wednesday July 29th
What: Impromptu visit made by Kenya
Warnings: It uh... well uh... it gets a bit naughty. >>;
Rating: PG-13
Comments: This was pretty damn fun. XD
Oshitari Kenya didn't know when it happened but over the span of a few months time he had seen less and less of his friend, Shiraishi Kuranosuke. It wasn't until he saw the post on that same friend's journal that he realized how much he actually missed seeing the vampire whose room he was currently hunting for.
He had only ever been near the dusk dorms to see Saeki and once he might have come looking for Chitose, but never had he actively gone in search of Shiraishi as he was doing now. If he remembered correctly, the number he was looking for was 205 and, man, he seriously hoped it was the right number. As much as he liked the two or three vampires he personally knew, Kenya didn't have any real desire to run across those he didn't, especially when he wasn't supposed to be in the Dusk Dorms to begin with.
This explained away the quick peeks he took over his shoulders every now and again during his hurried walk through the foyer, up the stairs, and down the halls until dark eyes saw the digits on the door a few feet from him. Once again, he shot a look over his shoulder, even as his hand rose to knock lightly at the door.
As per usual around that time of the day, the vampire youth was doing any homework he hadn't felt like finishing the previous night. He liked taking his time with it to make sure it was perfect and would get the highest grade possible of him. Anal retentive teen can sometimes be anal retentive.
Mid-pencil stroke, the knock on his door echoed in the silent room, stopping his writing. He set the pencil down gingerly and stood from his chair almost absently, still thinking of the question he wanted to write. But when he opened his door expecting to see Chitose and getting Kenya, he looked a little shocked.
"Haha, decided to explore the dusk dorms?" Shiraishi greeted his friend by way of stepping aside quickly so he could let Kenya in, rather than be caught where he shouldn't be if someone came out of their room.
Kenya wasted little time in slipping through the small opening left for him when Shiraishi stepped aside. He stopped just inside the room, absently toeing his shoes off as was his habit, and turned in the next moment to feast his eyes on the vampire teen he hadn't seen in ages. "Not likely, since I've been here before. Maybe not to your room, but the dorms." He rambled absently, allowing his eyes to roam over the figure he hadn't seen for weeks to ascertain that little had changed about Shiraishi. At least, there was little physical changes that he could see.
Shiraishi cocked an eyebrow and gave a small smirk as he walked back toward his chair. Grabbing the back, he pulled it closer and motioned for Kenya to have a seat on the spare bed. "Uh huh. And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
He'd never admit it, but yeah. He missed Kenya's company and picking on his friend. Shiraishi's desire to be social went down the tubes for a while, and his friendships suffered a lot. The fact that he'd only ever had three guests (and one of them was practically his room mate) in his room said so much for that.
"I have!" Kenya immediately defended since it sounded like Shiraishi didn't believe him. "I come here all the time to see Sae," He couldn't help the note of huffiness that colored his words or the way he stalked to the bed he was motioned toward.
"And I figured if you were going to be pulling a Z trick then I'd start treating you like I do my roommate and friggen invade your territory." He said daringly as he plopped down on the bed, shooting a tiny annoyed glare toward the friend that hadn't shown the least inclination of wanting to see him for as long as he'd been distracted by things he didn't want to think about.
A small amused chuckle escaped sly lips, his eyes reflecting his utter delight. Kenya's feathers got ruffled so fast over simple matters. That, he really missed the most - the good natured teasing. "My territory is directly downstairs, and if you invade that... well. Maybe I really will bite you."
Shiraishi leaned forward, arm resting on the back of his chair, and cradled his head with his hand as per usual. "So, you see Saeki, huh?"
Kenya snorted softly in disbelief. "Sure you will." He muttered to goad his friend. "I've kinda discovered you're mostly talk, Kura, just like Yuu." Kenya had to admit to himself, even if he never said as much to anyone else, that he just never knew when to shut his mouth.
"And, sure, I see Sae. He's my friend," He had also been his tutor for more than one very personal subject but he did not kiss and tell. That was just fucking rude, even if Saeki was a guy and not a girl.
One of these days, Shiraishi vowed that he would bite Kenya if only to make it so when he threatened him with it, Kenya wouldn't take it lightly. If he drew blood or not would be depending on the level of threat.
"Mmm, wish I could say the same of Saeki. Its been a few months since we've talked." Which was a shame, really. Saeki was fun and interesting, but once the flirt ratio was cock blocked (literally) he trickled away. It made Shiraishi wonder if that's all Saeki had wanted, though.
"You haven't exactly been too social, Kura," Kenya countered defensively, feathers ruffling on behalf of his absent friend. "Thinking back, it's almost like you aren't here lately."
He did NOT sound miffed over that, either. Or so Kenya assured himself but the tiniest bit of hurt belied the lie he told himself to try to delude his inner voice into believing he wasn't hurt over the absence of his friend the last few months.
"Aah, some things happened and my temper doesn't like others." Things he wouldn't divulge to Kenya, because he didn't need anyone to worry over his issues. Atobe was his own business, and he was dealing with him.
"You'll get sick of me soon enough. But you know, you haven't made many entries lately either." Shiraishi smirked, turning the tables. He'd been looking for excuses since he didn't want to just show up one day out of the blue.
"Fuck you," Kenya snarled, affronted by the idea his friend thought he was so flighty. Damn it, why did Shiraishi think he'd get tired of his company so easily? Maybe he wasn't the most outstandingly social guy in the world and maybe he kept a lot of things to himself, because he hated being a burden to anyone but damned if he didn't work hard at being a good friend to those he chose to let near.
Hadn't he let Saeki nearly drain him dry when he was hurt and in need of blood? And didn't he go out of his way to draw Zaizen out of his solitary existence bit by bit so he wouldn't be so alone. Not that his roommate lacked in friends, because he had plenty but he did spend an awful lot of time alone, which was okay but every now and again it struck Kenya that he needed to get out more than what he was doing. It was at these times that he braved the annoyed looks and exasperated-I-can't-believe-this-glares to infiltrate and destroy Zaizen's deliberate seclusion.
It wasn't like he enjoyed being told that instead of spending time with him because he wanted to that Zaizen only gave in because it was the easiest route to dealing with him. "I ain't that lousy a friend to just get tired of you and throw you away or some shit." He muttered unaware of the accent that coated his words or how he was slipping back into the slang he worked so hard to keep hidden when on campus.
The sudden change in Kenya's attitude took Shiraishi aback. He stare almost wide eyed at his friend and blinked momentarily, obviously confused. What exactly set him off? He'd been been teasing about Kenya's lack of journal entries to poke.
"Maa, maa. Calm down, Ke-" Slow to the draw, since the accent was natural to him, Shiraishi only realized halfway through trying to defuse Kenya that he was hearing a kansai dialect. His brows knitted together lightly, but then a smirk slowly spread on his lips. Well, that really did shed some light on Kenya's personality. "-nya. I was only teasing you." He continued flawlessly, missing only that single beat so as to let his friend continue, hopefully without realizing his slip. Now wasn't the time to call Kenya on his shit. Perhaps Shiraishi was evil, but he wanted his friend to stumble over his words.
Again he glared at his friend, face settled into the pout his cousin had termed adorable in their less than innocent fooling around. "Don't tell me to calm down," Kenya huffed with each word slipping more and more into the dialect he camouflaged most of the time, arms lifted to cross over his chest. "It makes you sound like an old woman." As far as insults went that one would have ruffled his feathers personally, but one couldn't ever tell how Shiraishi would take the things he said. The guy found the oddest things amusing, let others pass him by, and just plain ignored the rest depending.
If he were any other kind of man, an old woman impersonation would be very apt of the situation, but Shiraishi didn't act for something so silly. Although if he knew Yuushi's sentiments, he would certainly agree on a more innocent level. "Call me Baa-chan, then." Shiraishi chuckled softly. "But you know, I meant that I'm going to have more free time to be social. You got unnecessarily angry, Chibi-kun." Kenya did, indeed, remind Shiraishi at that moment of a child.
"What is there to do near your family home?" More precisely, the unvoiced question was 'where is it?'. Hopefully nowhere near his own, or he may run the risk of having to actually go home if he went to visit Kenya's for a few days during break.
"Okay, Baa-chan." He immediately replied as he wasn't one to let a possible dig pass by, although he was quickly distracted by the question that followed. Kenya knitted his brows together as he thought over all the tourist attractions and fun things to do near his home. Okay, so near his home was a relative term since it usually took some form of transportation to get to the stuff he liked to do, but what did that matter?
"There's lots of stuff to do around Osaka, you know." He murmured, nose wrinkling as he shot his friend a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look. "I could have sworn from your accent that you're from around there, too." Speaking of accents, it was too late for him to notice his own had slipped but damned if it hadn't. "Maybe not the same area but the same region, and I did not get unnecessarily angry." Kenya willed away the blush he felt heating his cheeks but knew from experience the hated color wasn't going to fade.
Boy, did he feel all sorts of off balance since coming into that room and wondered if he left and then returned if he'd get started on better footing. "I had a reason for being mad!"
Aah, Osaka. There was a little fear now that he would run into his family, considering they were both from the same city, but at least Shiraishi knew that Osaka was big enough. It was certainly possible to avoid them. It wasn't to say that he didn't love his family, because yes he did, it was just... his eldest sister was something like a completely new person and he was rather uneasy about it.
"Mmm, born and raised Osakan. I just didn't know until a moment ago that you were. You don't typically sound like one of us." Shiraishi smirked. "Why do you hide it? Sounds homey."
Waving the other thing off, Shiraishi leaned forward more. "Don't shoulder the burden for that one, I've been the bad friend here not you."
Kenya thought about denying the accent he had successfully kept hidden up until then, but then found instead that he sighed. "I got tired of the bitching from my English teacher when I screwed up saying a word, because it rolled off my tongue wrong. Though, I don't see where she has room to talk, because she's got this thick drawl that massacres their r sound even worse than we typically do." He wasn't sure where the woman hailed from but someday he was going to ask, just to find out since now the curiosity would kill him after thinking about it.
"And I ain't shouldering anything. It's your fault for thinking I'd get tired of you." He pointed out with a scowl. "Honestly, what the hell do I have to do for people, write a vow in blood that I won't fuck up when I'm needed the most and that no matter how mad I get I ain't just gonna say the hell with it and stop being their friend?"
Yeah, okay, maybe Shiraishi didn't deserve his ire since most of it was lingering from confrontations with Shinji, but, geez, how it annoyed him to think his friends believed him so unreliable.
Once more, the look of confusion rolled over Shiraishi's features along with an eyebrow raise. He hadn't implied that at all. More that he'd be so social Kenya wouldn't want to see him for a while due to seeing him too much. For now, he ignored the dialect topic in favor of the friendship one since it seemed like a problem for Kenya.
"You're reading too deeply into my words," Shiraishi leaned backward and dug a deck of cards out of his desk. It was the same deck he and Miyuki played poker with when she was visiting Senri. "So does that mean you have the same problem with someone else? Unless you're just reading me wrongly for the hell of it." He took the deck out of the pack and began shuffling absently. "I wouldn't use blood by the way. Ink is much more permanent." Shiraishi teased, knowing full well that Kenya had that tattoo on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I know." Kenya admitted. His cheeks were flush once more, red brightening the light tan of his skin. "Sorry."
As for the other, he wasn't touching that topic. Shiraishi didn't need to hear about his troubles or the things that had been bugging him. "Speaking of ink, I've been thinking about getting another tat. The one piercing was enough, so I'm not getting another of those. Maybe a simplistic tiger to match the dragon," Boy, he was getting really good at sidestepping stuff he didn't want to talk about and letting things go unspoken.
Hm. Shiraishi wasn't that stupid, thankfully. He'd catch Kenya off guard, because as a friend it was his duty to listen to Kenya's troubles if he needed an outlet. If he didn't need his own plans to be kept secret, he probably would have told Chitose or even Kenya about his plans for Atobe and Niou. But he was banking on both not knowing anything for him to play them off properly.
Although his ears did perk quite a bit at the mention of a piercing. "You have a piercing?" Curiosity killed the Kura, Kenya. Didn't you know that? It was also now obvious he'd only just gotten back into playing on the campus journals. Chocolate eyes searched his friend only to come up short. "Its not uh..." Shiraishi pointed between Kenya's legs. Oddly, nipples didn't even cross his mind.
"Hell no!" Kenya visible shuddered, blanching over the idea of anything sharp getting near his cock. Oh, fuck no. He wasn't that much of a masochist, even if he had to admit that maybe he was a little bit of one with how he enjoyed those few times Saeki fed from him.
"Ain't nobody getting near my….. Not with needles or anything…" He stumbled there, cheeks really blazing a cherry red when it struck him that sharp pointy things had, indeed, gotten near his nether-bits. But, did fangs really count? It wasn't like they'd been used on his skin or punctured his flesh there!
"And, yeah, I got a piercing." He hurried on, attempting to switch the topic not only with his words but also with pulling off his shirt. He reached for the hem, easing it upward so extra care could be taken in pulling it above his chest, since the memory of having the barbell snagged still hurt like a bitch and made him twinge when he thought about it.
"See!" he enthusiastically crowed a moment later, tossing his t-shirt off to his side so the silver bit of metal could be seen. After all, he did have the curious look on Shiraishi's face to egg him on in the unveiling and showing off of his daring.
Maybe it was mean, but Shiraishi chuckled at his friend's expense. The horror stuck look was far too amusing not to have a good laugh at. But the blush that followed seemed a little odd. Maybe it was just because of Shiraishi's own perversions that were obviously coming through? Hell, if he was daring enough he might actually think of a cock piercing for himself.
Though his thoughts were sidetracked a moment later as he curiously watched Kenya lift his shirt. There was something shiny going through his friend's nipple. Automatically it amused the hell out of him.
Laying the cards he was still shuffling on the bed, Shiraishi rolled himself closer to Kenya. In another second, he flicked the barbell gently and looked up at his friend, still rather curious and wholly not thinking of anything dirty for once. Well, yet. And even then, it wouldn't be about anyone but his lovable idiot boyfriend. "Have you played with it while... you know?" Yes, a personal question, but it was getting somewhere. "What's it feel like?" That was if Kenya decided to answer with 'yes' or answer at all. His eyes flicked up from the piercing, fingers tugging at the edge of the barbell and eyes oooooooooooh so curiously looking at Kenya, awaiting his answer patiently.
"What? No!" Kenya cried, though his voice sounded strangled and choked to his ears but, fuck, what else could Shiraishi expect when he asked him that sort of question? And while he was tugging on the barbell no less!
Unaware of the haze of confused pleasure that filled his eyes along with the embarrassment that burned his cheeks and crept all the way down his throat, Kenya muttered on an offended huff. "No! I haven't." He didn't know why his friend asked him such a question or why he was bothering to answer, but he was muttering out the answer nonetheless. Had he been in a clearer frame of mind he would have blamed the unexpected flash of heat that flared outward from the piercing each time the barbell was tugged that was both a mingling of pain and pleasure.
He had read a lot of stuff before getting the piercing that said it would make his nipple especially sensitive, but he sort of hadn't believed it. He should have, because then he would have slapped Shiraishi's hand away before he got his fingers wrapped around the barbell, but it was too late now. All he could do now to save his pride was pretend he didn't feel anything other than possibly annoyed at having the piece of jewelry pulled on. He hadn't had the thing that long and could probably get away with citing that it hurt, which it did. Just not as badly as before and there was the other that damn near overshadowed the sensation, and had his friend really asked him what it felt like?
Kenya thought he could use the line of questioning to his advantage, maybe to distract Shiraishi before he noticed he looked like a tomato from the face down. "What's what feel like?" he asked, adapting his best stupefied and dense expression, the one he always used when attempting to outsmart his mother when he was in for trouble.
Oh? Kenya was holding out on him. He was blushing and he looked stupid. Two clear signs of something he shouldn't be trying. "The piercing, idiot. What's it feel like when I do this?" It was entirely mean, and even more misleading... but he rolled the barbell between his fingers and tugged at the edge. Hopefully Kenya wouldn't fault him for being curious. "Did you get it just to look cool, or for something else?"
Gosh, Shiraishi. Quit with the pervy questions already. Kenya's a friend, not a toy. He probably wouldn't have gone so far if Kenya would have smacked his hand away, but Shiraishi tended to have a take charge attitude sometimes, so he didn't quite blame his friend.
A moment later, however, he pulled away giving a quick flick to the barbell. He didn't know how long Kenya had had it, but it looked nicely healed with no redness other than toying with it created. "Looks nice, but if it does the job it should, it'd be even nicer."
"Fuck," he hissed, startled by the shock of pleasure that radiated outward from the piercing with the new way Shiraishi took to tugging and rolling the barbell around between his fingers, only for it to fade when he backed off with just a flick to the adornment.
He shouldn't answer, just to be jerk and leave his friend wondering. "It feels… odd. A good kind of odd, so stop that shit, unless you're going to carry through with your teasing." He ordered calling Shiraishi on his evilness then and there, because they both knew his friend was too wrapped up in his boyfriend to think about fooling around with anyone else in that way. At least, he was fairly certain the vampire across from him did not see him in that manner, even if he might see another (which he doubted, but there was always a chance someone unknown was lusted after) in that light.
"And it isn't any of your business why I got it." The truth was his reasons had been awfully shallow with wanting to prove to his roommate he could rock the piercing better than anyone else, and damned if he didn't. Simplicity could often be the sexier than anything else, which was exactly why he had gone for the tribal tattoo instead of one much more complicated and for the single piercing instead of having both nipples done.
"Mmm, no harm in asking." Shiraishi smirked. "You know, you're way too trusting, Kenya."
Tapping his fingers on the back of the chair, he stared at the still partially naked and flushed friend of his. That his of his had confirmed if played with just right it seemed better than just plain nipple play. But Kenya had also confirmed through words as well, and that should satisfy him, but that goading got on his nerves. It felt like a challenge, and Shiraishi wasn't one to give up a challenge when it was presented to him.
"Don't option something like that to me. Senri or no Senri, I may just take it up." Shiraishi was entirely serious as he stood up, kicking the chair out of his way, and pushing Kenya to the bed. Like a predator, he slowly crawled onto the bed with him, smirking broadly. He dipped his head next, tongue flicking out to roll right across Kenya's exposed and pierced nipple. He took the nub and barbell into his mouth and sucked gently, wanting to see just what kind of reaction it garnered.
He didn't think he was too trusting. In fact, he was downright jaded and paranoid at times, but that was as far as his train of thought went before he found himself being pushed back onto the bed he had been sitting on with none other than Shiraishi crawling upward to hover above him with a smirk that looked entirely too much like a predator's right then.
The fact that it was one hell of a sexy smirk should have sent him scrambling, but something about the unexpected way his friend turned the tables on him shocked him into a state of compliant silence, until a warm, moist mouth closed over his nipple. "Wha…Ku…" Kenya knew he needed to work on actually getting more than a strangled incoherent jumble of sounds out, but that didn't seem to be working too much for him. Not then, and not until the shock of the moment started to wear off. It was just too bad it was followed by something even more shocking-he'd never felt anything that felt that damn good.
Okay, maybe he had. Being fed from by Saeki was almost fucking orgasmic, but this was just a simple part of foreplay that anyone could do, so it shouldn't have felt so good. Not good enough to draw his back off the bed, or force his head into the mattress below him while eyes closed, and a hiss of his friend's name tumbled off his lips. It took a moment for Kenya to realize where he was, what he was doing, and exactly how he found himself the position he was now in. And it was during the scramble to find his senses that he remembered the words that hung between them. Words that now sounded like an order to his ears, so that all he could do was challenge in return.
"I will, if I wanna." He'd damn well option whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and in any manner he wanted!
Utterly satisfied with how a simple action got such a heavy reaction, Shiraishi drug his teeth lightly over that sensitive nipple, suckling until it left his mouth completely. The metal felt cold and he could hear the way it clinked over his teeth with a soft 'dink'. Honestly, he wasn't sure he liked that heavy feeling on his tongue, either. A nipple piercing was probably something more enjoyable to have than to play with. And Kenya's reaction was... Either it was the piercing or he was just that sensitive to teasing. Both were satisfactory, but only the later was attractive.
Shiraishi skirted his bandaged hand down his friends torso, letting the cloth fibers scratch their way lightly over skin as his hand finally came to rest on Kenya's hip in a firm grip. Using his other hand, he teased his friends neglected nub with fis fingernail.
He had every intention of only going just a little bit further to teach Kenya a lesson - don't push him in the wrong direction, because he would most certainly react. Shiraishi didn't like his buttons pushed by anyone, even friends.
With his mouth hovering over Kenya's heart, he bit down and scraped his fangs hard enough to leave light tracks and a small slice, though no blood. The other vampires in the building would no doubt go nuts, and he lived only doors down from Dan-sama, who could reprimand him for having a human in his room. He really did want to drink from Kenya, though. Just to teach him a lesson, but it would have to wait until another time.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't just the piercing though he had to admit that particular nipple was far more sensitive than the other but when fingernails scraped over its neglected mate he barely stifled the moan that rumbled in his chest just in time. Kenya clawed at the blanket below him, mindlessly seeking some way to hold onto his sanity before it got away from him entirely.
He didn't know which of Shiraishi's buttons he had pushed to set him off and trying to figure it out right then seemed just as silly as his desire to hold onto some semblance of coherent thought. Not that he was being successful with either, especially when fangs scraped over his skin. "Oh, fuck!" he cried, hands rising to dive into the silky locks framing the back of his friend's head. He couldn't stop the words, though he most certainly would have tried if he wasn't so startled by the stinging pleasure that made him feel as if a livewire ran directly through his body, so that fingers clutched desperately at the head he cradled. The desire to drag Shiraishi closer was there, because, well, damn, it felt so good. This was all Saeki's fault, Kenya thought as he floundered through the haze of pleasure. His friend had taught him to enjoy a vampire's bite and even if Shiraishi wasn't breaking skin having those fangs scrape along his flesh felt like the most erotic stimuli ever.
He soon realized, however; that the teasing scrape was about as far as his friend would go. Or, at least, that's what he believed based on Shiraishi's previous behavior, because even when he'd been cut and bleeding freely the vampire hadn't given into any hunger he must have been feeling. The thought annoyed Kenya, even as he realized it gave him courage and enough bravery to recall everything his sessions with Saeki had taught him.
He growled lowly, writhing beneath his friend's weight until he managed to position himself so that the soles of his feet pressed firmly against the bed, and once he was sure he had enough purchase and possibly the element of surprise on his side, he bucked upward using all the strength and agility years of playing sports left him housing in his lean form. "You damn tease!" he snarled to the vampire, his words lacking any true heat except awakening lust while making his bid for wrenching control from Shiraishi's grasp with the scramble to unseat the creature and roll him beneath him.
Hmm, so Kenya was sensitive to teasing in general? At least that was how it appeared to Shiraishi, anyway. He'd barely done anything yet, especially below the belt. Just how was his friend going to react if he chose to dive lower?
A dark chuckle escaped Shiraishi's lips as the possibility that Kenya may be an early bloomer rolled through his mind. He didn't plan on seeing it to the end, however. Shiraishi Kuranosuke was no cheater, and by right what he was doing may be considered so depending on the person's view, but he didn't feel this particular setting (at its current state) was cheating. Which was funny, because that's when he'd been taken off guard. Just as his mouth had moved a little lower, tongue flicking over Kenya's nipple, he found himself flopping onto his back with his friend on top of him.
The new position felt even more wrong than being on top of Kenya had felt. But even so, he was curious to see what exactly his friend would do, so he was considering if he should allow it or not. "Aah, I am a tease, Kenya-kun." The look he gave his friend was rather cocky. The light of it caught his eyes, and his lips turned upward in a devious smirk. "Thought you'd have at least learned that by now."
Damn, it felt good to have the upper hand for once. Kenya wasn't above taking a moment to savor his victory when he settled into place above his friend. He settled his ass against a flat abdomen, leaned forward to rest his weight on the flat of his hands as they settled beside Shiraishi's head, and then met his friend's cocky smirk with a smug one of his own.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing," he drawled, devious light filling the darkened gaze that rested on the one he held. "Just," And this was where his speed would come into play, he told himself as he struck, quickly lowering his head to the side, his mouth seeking out the ear he soon sent a feathery whisper over.
"Next time, if you're going to bite me… do it right!" he dared to order, snapping his teeth over the soft lobe he drew between his lips, biting down firmly only to let go a second later so an agile tongue could lazily flick across the punished flesh. He should have felt guilty, because to anyone else what they were doing bordered on one of them cheating and the other tempting him to cheat. However, for him it was just a power struggle. And maybe he did get a little bit (so, it was a whole lot but he didn't have to admit that to anyone but himself) of pleasure out of pushing Shiraishi's buttons successfully for once, but it was still child's play compared to what could happen, if they went any further. But they couldn't go further. He wouldn't allow it, because as good as all of it had felt, he was still rational enough to realize his friend was (by his own admittance) very much in love with the guy he was dating.
Shiraishi closed his eyes against that whisper, and bit his bottom lip to hold any form of sound inside his mouth. He wouldn't admit in any manner that Kenya got to him, even a little, with that. Call it selfish, but he wanted to know he had the upper hand in this situation. To look completely unaffected, but like he was still having fun. Something he thought might piss Kenya off.
"Do it right?" He repeated sounding completely amused with a tiny hint of offended thrown in. "When or if I do it, it won't be in the dusk dorms where both of us could get in trouble."
Bringing his hands up from the mattress, Shiraishi slid his palms over Kenya's thighs lightly. He knew his friend was athletically built, but was actually rather impressed by the firmness under his hands. Something Shiraishi could actually imagine was those thighs wrapped around him and it would be an appealing sight. Possibly something that would look nice in an art gallery if they posed together. Not that he was an art lover, but it would look rather pretty.
A moment later, Shiraishi chuckled lightly as he brought his hand back and smacked the top of Kenya's ass. "When are you going home, anyway? Maybe I'll go with you the first couple days." He finally said, returning to a previous topic. Something much more innocent, if only to see if they could keep up what they were doing when the topic was changed.
Kenya trembled beneath the glide of hands. His nerves were already charged from the tussle as small and brief as it had been where wills clashed and devilish natures ruled, so the sensation of those hands gliding up along jean clad legs only aided in heightening an already rowdy libido. "Yeah, yeah, so you keep saying." He drawled smugly, still so very sure in his belief that his friend would never get around to biting him, no matter what he threatened.
It was when the flat of a hand landed across a denim clad ass cheek that dark eyes flared, lips pressing into a taut line. He thought about telling Shiraishi he was playing with fire, but they both knew that already and pointing it out wasn't necessary because in doing so he'd be pointing out his own kinks. And that just wouldn't do when his friend would use it as ammunition to tease him with.
"I don't know. Maybe the first day of vacation, but if you need to hang around here for a few I can wait to head home?" he muttered, completely at ease and at home in seat of power, no matter how delusional it was. He happened to like being above Shiraishi and gazing down at him, since the vampire looked damn good sprawled beneath him.
"Mmm," Shiraishi hummed thoughtfully, his hands resting on Kenya's thighs almost as if they belonged there. Just what kind of friendship were they going to have after this? They obviously hadn't done much, but it was bound to shift something. It was only logical if it did. "I need to pass a friend my class notes, but I could tuck them under his door and visit when I got back." And he'd like to at least see Chitose off at the train before they both left. Unless his lovable idiot boyfriend left without telling him, which seemed to be a classic move on his part.
In a swift motion fingers wound into the fabric of Kenya's shirt and pulled him down lower. Shiraishi actually wanted something to nibble on, and by golly he was going to use Kenya's throat to do it. He even ran his tongue over his friend's adam's apple. "Do you swim?"
He wasn't expecting that, Kenya thought as he tumbled forward the little bit more that was needed to give Shiraishi complete access to his throat, so it was with a soft gasp that he fell forward, hands planting on the mattress to hold his weight off the chest he sort of wanted to just drape himself across like a blanket.
He shook his head to clear the images out of his mind, curled his fingers inward to cling to the blanket bunched beneath them, and then couldn't help but shiver as those teeth once again found their way to his skin. "Uh-huh," he mumbled out as lashes fell to half mast and a delicious chill raced up his spine. Damn vampire was, indeed, playing with fire. And there in lay the allure of indulging in what should have been forbidden for them.
"Do what you gotta do, I can wait a day or two. Give you time to get those notes together and whatever else you need to take care of." He tilted his head, shamelessly encouraging the nibbling to continue. In the meantime, maybe he could forget what they were doing right now, so that when he got home stuff would be as normal as it was before. If anything about their friendship could be termed normal.
Entirely amused by Kenya giving him free access to the part of him he actually desired, Shiraishi nipped playfully. "More than enough time." He murmured. As he ran his tongue over the pulsing vein in his friend's neck, Kenya's pulse played a mesmerizing beat that began to trap him. This was quite possibly more dangerous than fooling around was. Especially since Shiraishi remembered just how good Kenya had tasted on his tongue when he had the chance to lick his friend's wound clean.
His mouth began to water at the mere thought. "If you don't move, I don't think I can actually hold out from biting you."
Shiraishi's grip on Kenya's shirt relaxed enough that his palm was flat against his friend's chest. Exerting a little pressure, he was silently begging the male above him to move, because he didn't want to hurt him by pushing too hard or anything.
Kenya held tight to the blankets crumbled in his grasp for athe space of a heartbeat. His dark gaze holding Shiraishi's as a hand pushed firmly against his chest. It crossed his mind that he could be truly evil right then and refuse to move, even go so far as to tease his friend with what it seemed he wanted but was once again denying himself. Yet, he didn't. It wasn't that he was afraid to. No, he had enough balls to be that brazen and more. However, as steadfast as Shiraishi held to his need to not bite him then his friend would be disgusted with himself later, if he gave in.
He just wasn't up to hurting Shiraishi in that way. Not now, anyway. Not when they both knew the scent of blood would serve as a red flag to the other vampires in the dorm. One vampire, especially a vampire he actually held some respect and liking for was one thing but to become the potential meal of God only knew how many… yeah, it wasn't happening.
Kenya grinned impishly, allowing a smirk to curl his lips. "Yeah, yeah," he chirped leaning down quickly to drop a totally unexpected kiss on the tip of his friend's nose, just to be a brat about the whole thing.
"I'm going!" And he was. No sooner did his lips brush across the smooth skin than he was rolling off to his side and scrambling to the floor. If he was going, he was really going. No sense in hanging around to tempt the vampire to bite him, even if the evil little voice that often led him into doing stupid things was chirping up about how nice it would be to push even more buttons just to see Shiraishi unravel.
Quite frankly the kiss to his nose was... well, weird. It reminded him of a child trying to be cute and succeeding, especially when Kenya rolled away. It brought a small smile to his lips as he imagined a hyperactive butterball child version of his friend doing much the same thing. Shiraishi all but laughed at the picture in his mind as he propped himself on his elbows. His body relaxed incredibly fast, considering he hadn't realized just how tense he'd gotten in the span of only a handful of seconds.
Shiraishi really was quite thankful that Kenya wasn't a prick about it, however. After their first time out, he really didn't want to put his friend into danger again, even though every second of them being together truly was dangerous. Yummy human versus thirsty vampire, and all of that jazz.
"Do you want me to walk you out, or did you have a plan to stay out of sight?" Once more, Shiraishi gave Kenya his best cocky smirk.
"Throw me my shirt, would you?" he asked with a mysterious smile once he found his feet and turned back to face the lounging vampire. He had his plan on how to get back out without being seen, because he wasn't dumb enough to think he could waltz through the halls twice without his luck turning bad. The plan included dropping in to see another friend, but Saeki did tell him he was the best guy to have around when one was being sneaky.
No answer, huh? Play time. "I could always offer to help you out the window." Shiraishi chuckled as he reached for Kenya's t-shirt. He gave the crumpled fabric a once over before finally tossing it to his friend and going back to lounging. Bringing his leg up, he rested his heel on the edge of the bed and cocked his head at the nipple ring. It was still a rather interesting piece of jewelery worth more attention.
"A hoop would look better." The only indication of Shiraishi's topic change was a slight incline of his head at his friends chest.
"I'll change it sooner or later. Probably a dozen times over depending on my mood," Kenya drawled with his smile still in place and gaze dancing with amusement. "You only think the hoop would look better, because it'd be easier to pull." The way he stuck his tongue out at his friend was, indeed, childish but he knew the odds of that being the truth were high.
"And, thanks but I like all my bones in tact." He continued, turning on his heel to head toward the door. He didn't have to be cautious about showing his tattoo around Shiraishi, which made it all the easier to saunter away while casually working his shirt over his head and down his torso.
Kenya was beginning to see through him. Maybe he should try being unexpectedly spontaneous sometime? Every once in a while going against the grain would keep those around him on their toes anyway. Tonight wasn't one of those times, however. "My tongue would have fit through a hoop, too." He answered with a rather perverted smile. Or maybe he would be unexpected. "If I got a cock ring, would you come hold my hand?"
The sad thing was, Shiraishi was being serious. But the tone of his voice didn't betray his seriousness about the question at all, considering he treated his words like a carefully crafted joke.
Kenya came to a complete standstill. He felt his sack tighten and winced over the thought of getting a piercing there. He had already admitted to himself that he was something of a masochist or he wouldn't find being bitten by Saeki damn near orgasmic, nor would he crave the connection that occurred when fangs sank deeply into his skin. And while it was highly probable it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, Kenya liked the thought that he was for the shortest period of time able to feel that close to the vampire that he felt so protective over.
Saeki had gone out of his way to help him and kept the talk about their activities to a minimum so the whole school wasn't wagging their tongues about it, and that in itself was enough to earn Kenya's loyalty. And, fuck, he didn't know how it was his mind went off on a tangent when the topic of conversation wasn't Saeki but a cock piercing. "I told you before, you were insane." He laughingly told his friend, tilting a look back over his shoulder to allow Shiraishi the chance to see that he was teasing.
Seriously, his friend had to be joking. Wasn't he? "But, sure, if you're that nuts I so want to be there to watch your misery." It wouldn't ever happen, Kenya concluded. Shiraishi had said it like he was joking, so the guy simply wasn't serious.
Would he really get a cock ring? The answer was obvious that if he said it, at some point he would do it no matter the tone he took with his words. The reasoning behind it was probably the most crazy thing of all - he simply wanted to see the look on Chitose's face when he unveiled it for use. Bonus points if the piercing did what a nipple ring was supposed to do, and enhance pleasure. My my, Kenya. Inspiration for all the weird things someone like an Aristocrat shouldn't even consider. Perhaps Shiraishi really was going wild at school? Well, that had been his plan from the beginning, anyway. His life in Osaka was rather boring.
"Mmm, you don't know the half of it." Which was sadly the truth. On top of this new idea, he was putting up with someone he rather disliked for the sake of turning their life into a living hell when he was through with them. A long, drawn out game of real life chess that Atobe didn't even know he was playing. That was batshit crazy. "Just don't stare, I may actually blush." Shiraishi teased back. "Be careful out there, Kenya."
"That I might pay to see," he countered with a chuckle, hands smoothing he shirt down over his torso now that the shock had worn off. It wasn't long however, before Shiraishi startled him into silence again and brought a return of his blush.
He couldn't remember the last time anyone had told him to be careful while he was out and about. The oddity of having someone worry for him was novel and made him feel good inside. "Always." He finally forced passed the lump in his throat, hurrying to make his way to the door, so the awkward moment could end.
When the door clicked closed and Kenya was safely on the other side, Shiraishi plopped back down on the bed to stare at the ceiling. He suddenly had absolutely no desire to finish his homework at all, favoring the idea of seeing Chitose instead. But would he really be in his room, or out doing who knew what? Rolling his eyes, Shiraishi decided to just stay in his room. No, he didn't want to bother even getting up, either.