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Title: Withdrawal - Exposure (1/?)
Pairing: Hiroki x Asagi
Rating: R.
Summary: Uh. D: Hiroki is a vampire, and one night he comes to a bar looking for a victim. But he meets Asagi instead - and gets something completely different than he could have ever expected.
Warnings: Vampires, prostitution, eventual drug use (for now).
Notes: This starts in media res. :0 This is also my first time experimenting with uke!Asagi, so please be kind. ♥; Also, thank you to Tessa and Kouji for being super beta-readers. T______T ♥
“But you love me for my body, right?” The slim dancer pressed himself up against the ‘vampire’, leaning both of them against the brick wall, and laid his cheek against the other’s collar. “That’s good enough for now, isn’t it?”
Hiroki swallowed hard, trying to ignore the warmth and softness and the teasing, terrible pressure against everywhere their bodies touched. “Asagi-san,” he repeated, trying to maintain at least some sense of propriety, “please understand, I can’t...I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Come on,” the other whispered, swaying his hips just a little to the music of the bar. “Just up these steps here, I’ll take you to my room for maybe five minutes and see if you change your mind, mm?”
“I know I won’t change my mind.” Somewhat uneasily wrapping his arms around Asagi’s body, he sighed, and made a mental note to never, ever try and ask someone for a drink like this again. “I’m only looking for one thing. And that’s the only thing I would be looking for tonight, thank you.”
The black-haired man looked, puzzled, into his prospective patron’s eyes. “What would I get out of it?” he inquired, suddenly quite business-like as he pulled himself impossibly close. “You only want to bite me? Nothing more?”
Again, Hiroki took a deep breath to steady himself. “Yes. Only once, and only somewhere inconspicuous - where the marks afterward won’t be seen. I would pay you in full, as soon as it was done.”
“How hard do you plan on biting me, exactly?”
“Enough to draw blood,” he said, gently. The other man pulled back, only for the slightest fraction of a second, but Hiroki could tell he was scared. “It won’t hurt,” he added quickly, hoping he hadn’t lost his chance for the night. “I’m very skilled at this sort of thing, I assure you.”
Asagi shook his head, but still carried a slight aura of apprehension; nevertheless, he once again met Hiroki’s gaze and informed him, “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. There’s just...too much of a risk, you know? I mean, I do have limits. It’s nothing personal...I’m sorry.”
“There isn’t a risk with me,” the other man assured him, subconsciously holding a little tighter around his waist. “I promise. I’m clean - trust me, I know.”
Looking over incredulously, Asagi seemed to try and digest these words. Eying Hiroki suspiciously, he murmured, under the pretence of giving a soft lover’s nip to his earlobe, “Are you absolutely, completely sure?”
“Yes.”
“Swear it. Swear it on your mother’s grave, you’re telling the truth.”
“I swear!”
“Then I guess that will have to do,” he conceded slowly, leaning away, and Hiroki couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he quietly followed him up the stairs. Upon reaching the room, he stood a little off to the side, watching as the young man positioned himself just so on top of the pillows. He had a small, clear shot glass in his hand, and he’d obviously just thrown his head back for a drink, but for some reason he lingered. Leaning against the wall, Hiroki knew he was almost being dared to watch, to observe; and he obliged, secretly quite unable to bring his eyes away from the undulating surface of Asagi’s beautifully pale, smooth neck.
The attention did not go unnoticed. As soon as he’d set the glass down, the younger man coyly leaned back against the incline of his chaise-lounge and crossed his legs. “Alright.” He folded his hands over his knee, the rosy light from the room’s single, dying lamp reflecting quite nicely onto his skin. “I’m ready when you are.”
“You aren’t scared anymore?” Hiroki wondered, only half-joking.
Taking a deep, almost shuddering breath, the black-haired man lolled his head back and whispered, “Not a bit, my good sir.”
“I can’t bite you on your neck, you know.” Slowly making his way over to Asagi’s side, and then kneeling so that they were almost eye to eye, Hiroki explained, “I don’t want to kill you.”
Asagi shrugged, lazily meeting the other’s eyes. “That’s fine with me. But if you don’t want it there, then where?”
“I...I usually take the wrist,” Hiroki explained, becoming somewhat self-conscious once again. How on earth could Asagi be so nonchalant about hearing something like that? “If you really insist, I could try to go very lightly around your collarbone. Very, very lightly.”
Nodding, Asagi pulled himself back up into a sitting position. “That would be lovely.” He brushed the hair away from his shoulder and patted the silken cushion beside him. Hiroki obliged. The slick-looking vinyl wrapped tight against Asagi’s skin was dizzyingly, maddeningly attractive, he noted, especially when the black-haired man was slowly, almost teasingly pulling it away and looking, with the slightest hint of uncertainty, into his eyes - but he wasn’t at all prepared for what Asagi was about to say.
“Hold me?” he breathed, so used to this routine he forgot to keep the emotion out of his voice. “Please...I’ll keep you warm?”
Hiroki nodded reluctantly, feeling an immense amount of pity, and the other man then - quite uninvited - pulled himself softly into his lap. He leaned up, impossibly close, and let his eyes fall closed. Nudging the taller man’s hand to lay against his neck, Asagi gave him a soft sort of half-kiss on the cheek, while murmuring a question.
“Are you sure this is all I can do for you tonight?” Offering just the slightest resistance, pushing the smallest bit back against his skin, the thin, willowy dancer shifted a little. “Please, you seem so cold and lonely. Let me stay with you...”
Gently pushing Asagi’s jacket away from his skin, further and further back until it rested behind his shoulder, Hiroki shook his head. “Just this is enough.” He pulled Asagi closer, so close that his lips nearly touched the pale, warm skin, before adding in the softest voice, “Let me know if I hurt you, okay?”
Asagi smiled, and a bit creepily at that. “Do whatever you want to me - hurt me, break me, hold me, whatever you want. I already told you I’m up to bloodplay, so... plus, you’re paying for me, so I’m yours for an hour, right? I can’t complain.”
The chestnut-haired man felt another twinge of pathos for the younger one he was holding, and so he held him a little bit tighter, so near to him, so close and sweet and dear, like they’d been lovers for years and this was just another midnight meeting underneath the rose trellis and soon they’d be home, safe and together and warm-
But he could not think that.
This Asagi, no matter how pathetic and heart wrenching his story might be, he was just a meal.