TeniPuri: (FIC) The Taste of Truth Tezuka/Fuji R
Title: The Taste of Truth
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Tezuka/Fuji
For the previously fulfilled request: here by kneazles
Rating: R
Warning: Bloodplay? Knifeplay? AU. Vampire!Tezuka
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Prince of Tennis
A/N: For day twenty of fic_on_demand's fic a day June fest.
Fuji preferred it when Tezuka used his fangs, but this, this, was still good. He held himself up on his elbows to watch the way Tezuka's beautiful hands gripped the handle of the gleaming blade.
Straddling his waist, Tezuka looked down on him, caressing every inch of his skin with his eyes, as if he could see the blood flowing beneath his flesh. Fuji held in a gasp as the knife pierced his skin. It wasn't deep, no, but just enough to cause little beads of blood to dot the surface of his skin.
It was Tezuka's name that was carved onto his chest, a mark of ownership. Fuji smiled up at him, cocking his head in question. It seemed excessive. It wasn't that he was ashamed; it was quite the opposite. He was proud to have been chosen, even prouder having chosen him back in return. It was just that it was already so obvious. Everyone could already tell that Fuji belonged to Tezuka, just by looking at him.
Tezuka didn't answer him. Well, not in words, anyhow. Instead, he leaned down and licked at the blood that was now dripping down his chest and onto his belly. Fuji closed his eyes, moaning softly. He never got tired of this, never wanted Tezuka to ever stop consuming him. And he was, Fuji thought as that tongue danced along his skin, being consumed by Tezuka.
He could hear his brother's words of warning echo in his ears, but he ignored them. He didn't want to be careful. He didn't want to go home and get married to that stable girl down the street. He didn't want to raise his own family and bring honour to his family name. All he wanted was the man above him. Fuji refused to settle for anything less.
"Syusuke," Tezuka whispered, lips touching his skin as he spoke. Fuji wanted to bring Tezuka's face up to his, so he could look him in the eyes. He never got tired of Tezuka's eyes looking at him so intently that he sometimes felt as if he could burst into flames. "I want…"
Fuji looked at him in surprise. Even now, Tezuka was still hesitant. No matter how many times he gleefully acquiesced, there was always this moment when Tezuka looked at Fuji so vulnerable, so unsure…it made Fuji think himself in love.
He already never wanted to leave that room, and instead wanted to stay forever on Tezuka's bed, under his sheets, in his arms. Tezuka said he worried about that sometimes, but he failed to see that just being together was the most important thing of all.
Tipping his head back, he bared his neck, eagerly anticipating the moment when those beautiful fangs would pierce his skin. Tezuka almost pounced, pinning him securely to the bedding, and licked a path on Fuji's neck with his tongue before sinking his fangs in deep. Fuji gasped, arching his naked body against Tezuka's, and knew there really was no doubt.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Tezuka/Fuji
For the previously fulfilled request: here by kneazles
Rating: R
Warning: Bloodplay? Knifeplay? AU. Vampire!Tezuka
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Prince of Tennis
A/N: For day twenty of fic_on_demand's fic a day June fest.
Fuji preferred it when Tezuka used his fangs, but this, this, was still good. He held himself up on his elbows to watch the way Tezuka's beautiful hands gripped the handle of the gleaming blade.
Straddling his waist, Tezuka looked down on him, caressing every inch of his skin with his eyes, as if he could see the blood flowing beneath his flesh. Fuji held in a gasp as the knife pierced his skin. It wasn't deep, no, but just enough to cause little beads of blood to dot the surface of his skin.
It was Tezuka's name that was carved onto his chest, a mark of ownership. Fuji smiled up at him, cocking his head in question. It seemed excessive. It wasn't that he was ashamed; it was quite the opposite. He was proud to have been chosen, even prouder having chosen him back in return. It was just that it was already so obvious. Everyone could already tell that Fuji belonged to Tezuka, just by looking at him.
Tezuka didn't answer him. Well, not in words, anyhow. Instead, he leaned down and licked at the blood that was now dripping down his chest and onto his belly. Fuji closed his eyes, moaning softly. He never got tired of this, never wanted Tezuka to ever stop consuming him. And he was, Fuji thought as that tongue danced along his skin, being consumed by Tezuka.
He could hear his brother's words of warning echo in his ears, but he ignored them. He didn't want to be careful. He didn't want to go home and get married to that stable girl down the street. He didn't want to raise his own family and bring honour to his family name. All he wanted was the man above him. Fuji refused to settle for anything less.
"Syusuke," Tezuka whispered, lips touching his skin as he spoke. Fuji wanted to bring Tezuka's face up to his, so he could look him in the eyes. He never got tired of Tezuka's eyes looking at him so intently that he sometimes felt as if he could burst into flames. "I want…"
Fuji looked at him in surprise. Even now, Tezuka was still hesitant. No matter how many times he gleefully acquiesced, there was always this moment when Tezuka looked at Fuji so vulnerable, so unsure…it made Fuji think himself in love.
He already never wanted to leave that room, and instead wanted to stay forever on Tezuka's bed, under his sheets, in his arms. Tezuka said he worried about that sometimes, but he failed to see that just being together was the most important thing of all.
Tipping his head back, he bared his neck, eagerly anticipating the moment when those beautiful fangs would pierce his skin. Tezuka almost pounced, pinning him securely to the bedding, and licked a path on Fuji's neck with his tongue before sinking his fangs in deep. Fuji gasped, arching his naked body against Tezuka's, and knew there really was no doubt.