Mm, log
Who: Momo and Mizuki
What: Sex. Of the NC-17 porny nature.
When: ... ... ...A really long time ago. Like, before the Quei Jin.
Why: Mizuki wants a snack. Momo denies him. He gets his fill somewhere else.
It was about the thrum of the music. It was about the press of bodies. It was about the communication without words.
It was about the pretty little thing that was currently hanging off of him like a leech.
Mizuki couldn't help but grin to himself at the near ecstasy in the boy's face at simply being in the Toreador's presence. He lifted a hand and chuckled quietly as he slid marble fingers through the boy's soft black hair, using his grip to force his head to tip to the side. Mizuki leaned his head down and nestled his nose against that neck, so tempted to take a bite but knowing very well he couldn't. Not in a place so public. He'd have to take him back to his apartment...after a little fun, of course. But, oh, he had such a nice...healthy heartbeat.
Music was good. Music was great. Music was Momoshiro's favorite thing. This? This wasn't music. It was too loud to be music. It was just pounding bass and tangled limbs and schizophrenic lights. He scanned the room, sighing lightly and taking a long drag from his cigarette.
It wasn't like he'd wanted to come here, so much; it was more that he was lonely. Bored. Hadn't had a date in three months. Desperate, perhaps. The girl had been so cute, he reminded himself as he sat and waited. She was only, what, an hour late? No big deal, right? Another drag. She's so not coming. Way to get stood up, Takeshi. It was ridiculous to wait any longer, really, so he slid off the high black stool and smoothed a hand over the leather pants he wore. I can't believe I got dressed up for this. He drew the cigarette up to his mouth, readying himself for one last puff, a salute to the bad situation in the best way he could figure.
Then a sight on the dance floor caught his eye. A single person, draped across another... Only one of them wasn't exactly what Momoshiro would call a person... And this hunter didn't like the way that vampire was eyeing his dance partner's neck. Momo rolled his eyes closed and inhaled, feeling the acrid smoke, tasting it. He exhaled slowly, dropped it in the ashtray on the table, and strode out onto the dance floor.
Completely unaware of the hunter approaching him (he really wasn't paying much attention to anything outside of the pretty he had twined around his little finger), Mizuki continued with what he was doing. The way he was kissing and caressing the boy's neck with his lips seemed to have the other in a near squealing mess of mortal. Oh, he was so just...delightful! Mizuki chuckled quietly into the boy's ear and began muttering quietly, pulling him even further under his spell. Now he just had to get him out of the club...
Oh, how he hated to break up such a pretty party, and just when the vamp seemed to be getting his victim comfortable. With a quiet scoff, Momoshiro pushed his way through the undulating mass of people, eyes never leaving the point of contact between mortal flesh and immortal lips. Honestly, he wasn't looking for a fight. He just didn't want to see someone get hurt. It was a simple maneuver, get behind them while they dance, put his lips close enough to the vampire's ear that he won't have to shout, and tell him in the most normal tone he can manage, "Hey, buddy. He's way out of your league."
A light snarl left Mizuki's throat as the hunter's presence finally caught up to him, but he didn't move far from his boy. In fact, he slid a comforting hand around his waist and pulled him in closer, before turning his head slightly to the side in order to get a look at the hunter who had so RUDELY interrupted his seduction. "You think so~?" Mizuki chuckled lightly and ran a hand down the boy's spine, causing him to shiver in the most delicious fashion. "He seems pretty happy to me~."
Face-to-face with a vampire. Well, that didn't happen every day, did it? You want to play? I'll play. He looked directly into frighteningly beautiful blue eyes and smiled a knowing smile. "Don' do anything you're gonna regret. I don't want to make a scene." Momo inched closer to the vampire. Dangerously close. His head, if moved a few centimeters down, would have rested on Mizuki's shoulder; the hunter's lips were now terrifyingly close to his potential prey's ear. "Let the kid go, and I won't kill you."
Oh, this hunter was just precious, wasn't he? Mizuki chuckled quietly and pulled the boy even closer, now pressing the mortal right against his body. The poor thing looked like he was about ready to snap and pounce on the hunter for touching HIS pretty dance partner. A light smile played across his face and he tipped his head to the side as he curled a bit of the boy's hair around his finger in a very bored fashion. "How about...I don't let the kid go, and you can try to kill me."
Momo blinked and tried hard not to flinch. He d been stood up, and now he was face-to-face with a mouthy vampire. It's not my day. So not my day. There were options. He could try this one on for size, see if he could rough him up. That didn't seem like a good idea, really. What else? He could call and see if he could get some backup, but by that time the vamp would likely be gone, and another victim claimed. Well, fuck. It took a lot of effort not to just start something; Momo's hotheadedness may have been tempered by the years, but it certainly flared up with arrogant monsters about. He sighed softly and decided on a course of action. His eyes wandered to the boy clinging to the vampire. "Yo, kid. You don't want to go home with this guy."
The boy seemed to cling even tighter to Mizuki which, if Mizuki needed to breathe, could have been a problem by this point in time. He chuckled quietly and seemed to almost lovingly caress the boy's head before trailing his nails lightly over that delicious looking neck, directly over the vein that had Mizuki so wondrously tempted. "It doesn't seem he wants to let me go," Mizuki said in a sing-song voice before giving the hunter a half-triumphant, half-haughty look. "Looks like you'll have to try a little harder, Hunter-kun~"
Dumb damn kids these days. "Eh?" Momoshiro decided, at that moment, that he was really, really fucking bad at this. He wasn't letting this vampire off that easily though. "So... Let's talk," he said, sidling up behind Mizuki and intentionally invading his personal space... not that the other guy wasn't doing that well enough. "You got a name, vamp? Where ya from? Favorite stomping grounds? Favorite position? I'm curious..." He pressed his body against the vampire's, trying to look as casual as possible; unfortunately for his sanity, that included dancing. It wasn't that he wasn't good, he just wasn't much of a dancer. He was a listener and a watcher.
Mizuki chuckled quietly and slid one hand away from the boy to slip it behind him and in to the hunter's hair. He caressed the soft black locks for a moment before turning his head to the side in order to start murmuring in turn, "I don't give my name to just anyone, I'm from a time you can't even imagine, my favorite stomping grounds are ones with a lot of beautiful blood, and my favorite position is anything that gets me sex. Does that answer your questions, Hunter-kun~?"
"Pretty efficiently, yeah," Momoshiro replied, leaning his head forward slightly and placing his lips on the vampire's ear now. It was so casual, the way he snaked his own hand down to Mizuki's waist, then let it work itself around to the part of his stomach just above where snakeskin-clad legs met agile hips. "You ah, look pretty damn good for an old guy. Your whole clan look that good, or are you just special?" And he cursed his lack of smoothness in the verbal department. Only Momo could make such a beautiful language sound so coarse at such times.
Oh, this hunter was trying so very hard to distract Mizuki's attention away from the pretty thing he was dancing with. Well, may as well humor him. He wasn't letting the pretty truly go, but...for the night, he could wander free. He bowed his head forward and whispered into the boy's ear. The other nodded lightly, and looked a little sad when he wandered away, constantly glancing back over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd. Mizuki sighed quietly and turned around in the hunter's hold, bringing his arms up to wrap them around the other's neck before pressing in to him. "It tends to be a Toreador trait, yes, but I'm prettier than most."
Momoshiro smirked slightly as he watched the boy walk off, looking utterly dejected compared to his prior state. Doesn't that kid appreciate that I just gave him another night to live? It had been a while since he'd been close enough to a vampire to touch one, much less dance with him. Shit, this had to be against some rule or something somewhere... "Toreador, eh? Nice. Too bad I haven't met more, if they're as good-looking as you. Hard to find good company these days." And he'd be damned if this wasn't the best thing he'd touched in a while; long nights of work took their toll on the sex life. But was he so damn desperate that he was touching a vampire, hands fluttering across barely-concealed ageless skin, coming to rest on an ass that rivaled any he'd seen? He was finally feeling the music, feeling the raw sexuality of the entire experience, and enjoying the hell out of it.
"My, my. Forward, aren't we~?" Mizuki chuckled quietly and twined his fingers around the hair at the base of the hunter's neck. He hummed to himself and tipped his head to the side, even as he slid back into the dance without a second thought. A hand slid slowly down the other's arm before he slid that arm around his waist, sneaking a hand under the other's shirt to place his palm flat against the small of his back. "You're a new hunter, ne~? I'm familiar with most of them around here..."
"You're not complaining, are you?" He pressed himself to Mizuki, still living and breathing the pulse and rhythm of the dance, which seemed to be getting faster. It was almost making his head spin; the little alarm, the little warning to stay away from such creatures had been altogether silenced. For a moment he simply existed, reveling in the touch of someone else. He followed the silence with a slow, steady tracing of one hand up the vampire's back. "I'm not so new. Not so old, either. Under the radar."
"Not at all," Mizuki purred, chuckling quietly as the hunter pressed in to him. Oh, this was shaping up to be a very nice evening anyway, ne~? He moved a bit like a cat for a moment before moving his leg to wrap it around one of the hunter's. Mizuki used this new hold to pull the two of them flat against each other and he tipped his head to the side, smirking lightly. "What's your name, Hunter-kun~? I'm just ever so curious as to who this pretty new acquaintance is."
Momo bit his tongue to keep from moaning as their bodies came into fuller contact. "Give and take, vamp. Give me your name, I'll give you mine." He now had one arm draped across the vampire's shoulder, fingers resting lightly on the nape of his neck. Hell, if he'd known grinding on a vampire could be this good, he might've been less inclined to want to beat the hell out of them. Unfortunately, that wasn't usually the case; they messed with him, they didn't do it again, for damn sure. He'd only seen relatively young ones up 'til now, though. "And while you're at it, why don't you go ahead and volunteer some more info?"
"Your name first, Hunter-kun," Mizuki purred into the other's ear, smirking just a little bit. "Remember, I have other people to be with if this," he ground a little harder, "doesn't work out to my liking." His tongue snaked out of his lips and he traced it along the outer shell of the hunter's ear. He could just go ahead and poke around in his mind lightly and find his name, but really, Mizuki would much prefer that the hunter told him himself. "What kind of info are you looking for, hmm~?"
It was a reflex, the unconscious nuzzling of the vampire's cheek as he dripped words of terrible truth into Momo's ear. All the pent-up frustration, all the need, and all in conflict with what he was supposed to be doing. Ah, fuck it. "Momoshiro. Don't suppose my given name matters much in the grand scheme to you, hm?" The grinding, the contact, the sensations were definitely making it hard to think. It still didn't seem like enough, though. "Just... penny for your thoughts kinda thing," he said softly, nearly grunted, in the Toreador's ear. "Something's been goin' down."
"Mizuki~. Yoroshiku ne~." Mizuki half chuckled, half purred into Momoshiro's ear as he ran his tongue up along the edge again, not yet daring to pull it into his mouth lest the poor hunter think he was trying to eat his ear or something. He let out a little 'hmm?' at the last statement, though. "Has it? I haven't noticed anything out of the normal since the Chih Mei attacks. And, really, they were nothing to get excited over. Though I'm afraid I'm not as...caring or attentive as I once was to any potential danger. I think it may be growing time for me to take another nap soon..." Which was generally something either the really bored or the really old did. Or both, which was the category Mizuki fell under, though he was going to see this club thing with his new business partners through first.
Momoshiro parted his lips, licked them slowly, then pressed them to the vampire's ear. "Yoroshiku, Mizuki," he said smoothly, punctuating the name with a light nip at his dance partner's earlobe. So the vampires, or at least this one, didn't know what was going on, either. He thought back to his conversation with Wakato, on their suspicions regarding a few of the incidents that had occurred, and was suddenly glad he'd left that cell phone on in his pocket. No information meant no warning, and that was a dangerous position to be in. Well, no more dangerous than his current physical position. "It's been quiet and busy, all in the wrong places. You tell me that's not wrong, and I'll call you a liar." He planted soft kisses on the beautiful vampire's jaw line without even thinking...hell, he kept forgetting this was a vampire anyway...treating him as well as he'd treat anyone he wanted to take home.
"Well, perhaps I'll keep a sharper eye out, then," Mizuki murmured as he tipped his head back at the kisses, opening up a line of soft, porcelain skin for lips to assault. He let out a sound that could only be described as a purr and began moving his hips slowly, rolling them against the hunter's with a pleased groan. Oh, that was nice...Mizuki felt positively hedonistic. Which, for a Toreador, was the best state he could be in, to be frank. "Mm, Momoshiro...You take very good care of your body, don't you~?"
God. Momo hated being vulnerable, but it had never felt this good. He let his hands roam freely over Mizuki's perfectly sculpted body and divinely white skin; there could hardly be two more diametrically opposed beings, yet there they were, in that small space. Momoshiro's own lightly sun-kissed skin rose up in gooseflesh with every touch. "Somebody's gotta take care of it. I've got a job to do, and my body's half the work. Not much else to do in my downtime, anyway," Momo replied, slipping a finger between Mizuki's neck and his collar, tugging at it gently and seeking just a touch of collarbone.
Really, the contrast of their skin, and the lights of the club dancing over them, was almost hypnotic. The way Mizuki's alabaster skin looked against Momoshiro's own tanned body...oh, it was enough to make Mizuki shiver. He slid a hand up the front of his own shirt and flicked open the top button, pulling that side of his shirt down so the hunter could get to the collarbone he was seeking. A soft chuckle left Mizuki's lips as he brought his head back up in order to gaze at Momoshiro steadily. "Would it be too terribly forward of me, Momoshiro-kun~, if I told you I wouldn't mind a nice," hand in Momoshiro's hair, "hard," using that hold to tug his head forward, "fuck?" And Mizuki finally nipped playfully at Momoshiro's ear before chuckling again.
And suddenly everything was black or white, do or don't, fuck the enemy or go home utterly frustrated. His lips traced a line down Mizuki's pale neck and sought the collarbone. Momoshiro lightly scraped his teeth across it as his rough fingers began to tug at the vampire's shirt. "You know," he said against the skin, lips never going further than they had to from the soft, cool skin of Mizuki's neck and upper chest, "I like forward types. Makes things a lot easier. But don't," a nip at his neck, "even think," a fluttering of kisses along the vamp's jaw, "about putting your goddamn teeth in me. Got it?" Momo stared into those ageless, deep blue eyes for a moment, then nipped softly at the Toreador's lower lip. "We agree on that much, we can talk fucking."
Mizuki pouted slightly, but it wasn't a serious pout. This was why he usually avoided hunters: he liked to see that stunned moment at the peak of sex when he sinks his teeth into willing flesh fade into death. Hunters, though, knew the potential and knew what was to come (not that Mizuki couldn't play with their minds and make them conveniently not care, but that was too much damn work). They were always such a drag, but damnit, Mizuki had a feeling this one wouldn't leave him alone until the sun came up, to make sure he didn't go and harm a poor mortal. And, well...he was awfully attractive. For a hunter. "Deal."
Momo justified it by telling himself that he was simply keeping a hungry vampire occupied, saving innocent life as per his job description. And oh, what an impetuous little pout this vampire had, too. What delightful lips concealed the telltale signs of his secret... What soft skin covered the ages-old body... What a wonderful paradox. What an amazing display of raw sexuality. What a bastard. Momoshiro was enjoying it. He was turned on by it. He played with those sons of bitches, those monsters, those whatever-the-fuck-you-wanted-to-call-thems, dealt with them on a daily basis behind the scenes; and he sacrificed his social life and his free time for it, to protect a bunch of nameless, faceless morons like the kid that he'd saved... It was only fitting that he found the solution to his frustrations in a creature of the night, to whom days were mere rumor and distant memory. This entirely complicated and incredibly deep train of thought manifested itself in one way, and one way only: Momo was horny. He peeled himself away from the vampire and took a tentative step back. "Where to?"
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that it was all for your job, pretty hunter. One day, it might even be true! Mizuki hummed quietly to himself and absently toyed with a bit of Momoshiro's hair, tipping his head to the side as he studied him. It was then he was finally hit with the fact that... "My, you have very lovely eyes. Such an unusual color. You know, I've only seen one other with anything like them... Tell me, are they contacts or anything? They're such a...lovely shade of purple..." Mizuki was almost hypnotized by them at this point, now that he had discovered them. Curse his Toreador sensibilities...
"Un, they're mine." And his most complimented feature, at that. In fact, it was about the only thing people noticed about him. Their eyes were locked, like two lovers in a passionate embrace or two adversaries in mortal combat. And, hell, the music and that damn look on the Mizuki's face were starting to be too much. His head was spinning. It's the lights. Gotta be the lights. He simply refused to believe that he was that overcome with desire for a vampire. "I... need a cigarette," he said plainly, nodding toward the exit.
"Dreadful habit," Mizuki murmured, but still only managed to just barely tear his gaze away from those absolutely delicious eyes. He shifted around though in order to loop an arm through Momoshiro's, leaning in to him tauntingly. His head tipped back as he leaned up in order to purr into the hunter's ear, "Though I suppose in your line of work, taking all you can for, nfu, pleasure, can't be helped. Carpe diem and all of that..." Mizuki licked Momoshiro's ear before taking his hand and starting to lead him out of the club, hips swaying in a tantalizing fashion.
"Yeah... I do what I can, and it's not much." How Momoshiro wanted to say that he wasn't enjoying the attention, but oh god. That lick. The tiniest flick of a tongue across his ear and he felt the familiar stirring in his groin and a sick sensation in the pit of his stomach. "Carpe diem. Yes." He was letting himself be led out by Mizuki while he fished around in his pocket for a cigarette. It wasn't usually so damn hard to grasp an object but, damn, his mind was muddled. Once they were outside and he finally managed to get the cigarette to his now dry lips, he tugged on the Toreador's arm. "Hold on a sec. Gotta light this damn thing."
Mizuki halted his forward steps and maneuvered around to stand behind Momoshiro while the poor hunter fumbled around for his lighter. He wrapped his arms around the other's waist from his new position and leaned in to him, standing up on his tiptoes in order to rest his chin on Momoshiro's shoulder. Mizuki nuzzled against his neck lightly as he waited for the hunter to get his cigarette out and lit, thoroughly enjoying, in the meantime, the affect he was having on the young man. So entertaining~.
When he felt arms wrap around him, he nearly dropped the cigarette altogether. It was funny, feeling half annoyed and half wanting to evaporate the clothing between them and... Momoshiro nearly dropped his lighter. Oh, the perils of an active imagination. "Do you have to do that?" he asked, almost whining, as he felt Mizuki nuzzle up to his neck. Hell, he was nervous and anxious enough; he didn't need any help feeling completely out of sorts. The sight of the tip of his cigarette lighting up was the most soothing thing he thought he'd ever seen. Momo closed his eyes and tried to block out the touches, the unfamiliar and comforting feeling of another body against his. Before he even realized he'd been smoking, the cigarette was attempting to burn the fingers that held it. The last pull was the longest... He held it as long as he could and tried to mentally prepare himself for what could very well turn out to be a long night.
"Do what, Momoshiro-kun~?" Mizuki purred out, chuckling quietly as he continued to nuzzle against his neck, placing feather light kisses along the lovely bare neck. He began humming quietly to himself as he did so, steadfastly ignoring the smoke from the cigarette. Sneakily, he slid a hand up the front of Momoshiro's shirt and raked his fingers across that deliciously hard stomach, tracing the muscles lightly. Mizuki had to half wonder if they were even going to be getting anywhere (though he really didn't want to do anything in an alley; that'd just be disgusting).
"Do you have to be all... touchy like that? Damn." Not that it didn't feel good, but it was making his knees approach a state of non-functionality. When Momoshiro felt the vampire's fingers wind their way across his stomach, he tossed the cigarette aside. Smoking, to him, was better for courage than even alcohol. He reached one hand back to brush Mizuki's hip and sighed. "Where we goin', vamp? I don't do exhibitionism, thanks." And he hoped the Toreador was able to read his thoughts, because he sure as hell was getting specific with his short-term to-do list.
And that list was making Mizuki all sorts of giddy. He chuckled quietly and couldn't help but rub himself up against Momoshiro a bit before finally sliding away from him, looping their arms together again. "There's a hotel not too far away from here. We could always go there~." Because he had a feeling neither one of them would be inviting the other over to their place any time soon. They may about to be getting rid of from frustrations together, but that sure as hell didn't mean there was an unequivocal level of trust between them by any means. "Whaddya think?"
Gratuitous rubbing. How fun. Momoshiro tried to look casual with the outrageously pretty vampire on his arm, but it was hard. "That, uh... That's great," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. Hell, he was really doing this. He fished in his pocket for keys and started walking. Just because he chose to do his deliveries by bicycle didn't mean he didn't have something better. His real "bike" was a motorcycle. Nothing fancy, but it got him from place to place okay; and it helped him on those rare occasions when he got a call out to some incident or another to back up a fellow hunter. It was more expensive than a bicycle, sure, but he only used it when he needed to move fast or had someone to impress. Well. Momo wrenched his arm away from Mizuki when they reached the bike and donned his helmet as he mounted it. "Get on, and hold on. You can give me directions."
Mizuki...had always been wary of anything with a motor. Having been around them since their creation, you'd think he'd be okay with them by now. But this...this had promise. Mizuki smirked slightly and slid in to sit behind Momoshiro, wrapping his arms back around the hunter's waist and scooting in close, making sure he was secure. Not that falling off would be any sort of problem to him, but it'd be incredibly inconvenient. He nodded slightly and rubbed his cheek against the middle of Momoshiro's back, chuckling quietly to himself. "I can do that."
Momoshiro started his motorcycle up and revved the engine. It wasn't exactly who he'd hoped to be holding onto him tonight, but any port would do in a storm. He followed Mizuki's directions and soon they were walking into the lobby, Momo's arm wrapped low around the vampire's waist. The desk attendant looked used to this sort of thing, and by the less-than-five-star look of the place, the hunter couldn't say he was surprised.
As they reached their room, Momo waved the key in front of Mizuki's face. "Remember the deal, got it?"
A soft chuckle left Mizuki as he blew a kiss to the attendant, who couldn't help but flush just slightly. God, he did so love having that sort of power over people. Blue eyes rolled skyward at the comment and Mizuki snapped his hand up to flick the keys from Momo's grip before the hunter could even blink. "I know, I know. No teeth." Mizuki snapped his jaw at Momoshiro before putting the key in the door and unlocking it, stepping inside.
Really, the accommodations were less than stellar, but it wasn't like they were exactly planning on staying for any sort of extended period of time. All they needed was a bed (and, well...sometimes, not even that; walls worked just as well). Mizuki sauntered in to the room after dropping the keys on to the only low table in the room, a hand coming up to flick open the remaining buttons on his shirt. Once open, the fabric was so light that it merely slid from his shoulders. Mizuki caught the shirt in a hand and tossed it over to a chair, turning around once he reached the window so the moon could filter in and play across his skin, looking nearly translucent in how white it shone. "Have you ever played with fire this hot before, Momoshiro-kun~?"
He really almost wished he hadn't looked up after closing the door behind himself. The room was the barest of accommodations, and he was slightly worried that the bed might not even hold up. All sanity danced away slowly, like dust meandering across sunbeams, as his amethyst eyes came to rest on the pristine white skin of Mizuki's back. The amazed hunter dropped his head and let out a sound that was not quite a scoff, but not quite a chuckle, then crossed the room while unbuttoning his own shirt. Momo's hands rested lightly on the vampire's waist as he laid a row of soft, wet kisses from one shoulder, across the back, up the neck, back down, and to the edge of Mizuki's other shoulder. "Can't quite say I have."
"Good," Mizuki purred, dropping his head forward at the light kisses being placed along his skin. If he had a pulse, he was sure it'd be fluttering at the moment. He laid his hands lightly on top of the ones on his waist, stroking the backs of them softly. "Always a first time for everything..." Slowly, he slid a hand up Momo's arm before tangling it in his hair, pulling the hunter's head forward so his lips were resting against his skin. Mizuki was just feel so...so...sensual at the moment, and less 'holygoddomenow.' He blamed it on the moon.
Everything felt different to Momo now. Back at the club he'd felt overwhelmed, painfully overcome with a desire to do nothing but have hard, fast sex and get it over with, but... Well, frankly, he was enjoying this. The fingers in his hair weren't too commanding. The body he held wasn't too willing. Everything just was. Momoshiro let the hand that wasn't being stroked by Mizuki sweep upward, briefly acquainting his comparatively young fingers with the work of art that was the ancient one's body. At the same time, his parted lips explored the porcelain skin of Mizuki's neck, accompanied by feather-light touches of his tongue. The entire experience was beautifully erotic, almost sweet, if the situation had been different. He blamed it all on the goddamn vampire.
Mm...Mizuki purred quietly and arched his back a little, pressing his body into the different touches he was experiencing. He eventually turned around slowly in the hunter's hold and pressed himself up against Momo's body, slipping his hands beneath the open fabric of his shirt and up to his shoulders in order to push the fabric down. Oh, curse their no teeth rule. Momoshiro's skin was so nice that Mizuki just wanted to mark it in the only way a vampire could. But no, he had to go and promise... Sigh. He bowed his head forward and settled on sucking the stretch of skin where the neck met shoulder.
Momoshiro shrugged his shirt off silently, head pressed lightly against Mizuki's as his breathing quickened. It was, he noted, horribly ironic for a hunter to have such a sensitive neck. He moaned softly, hooked his fingers casually on the front of the vampire's slick pants, and gave a slight tug. Curiosity, more than anything else, was what had him slowly undoing Mizuki's pants, stroking the soft skin of his stomach and lower. Momo nudged the vampire's head slightly, kissing his ear softly, then tracing a line with one finger along his jaw.
Mizuki's eyes fluttered shut as he tipped his head back at the light finger tracing over his jaw. A pink tongue poked out of his lips as he licked them slowly, a low growl working its way up and out of his throat at the hand that was stroking him lower still. His hips started undulating slowly, body seeking pressure lower, lower, lower, damnit. Mizuki slid his hands down to rest them at Momoshiro's waist, dancing his fingers teasingly in underneath the waist before slipping them forward to undo them and peel the leather slowly away from that deliciously hard body.
His finger continued along its path, coming to rest on Mizuki's soft, shiny lips. Momoshiro applied a little pressure, moved his finger ever so slightly as he felt skilled fingers slipping into his pants. God, how he wanted this. How he wanted those fingers touching and teasing, how he wanted those lips kissing and caressing every inch of his heated skin. Momo inhaled sharply; his hand trailed down to Mizuki's hips and began to peel him out of his own clothing. For a moment everything was lost in a slow dance of tangled limbs. All he could hear was his own quickened breathing and an almost disconcerting lack thereof from the vampire. Fuck. This could get weird.
Soft lips parted as a finger traced along them, and Mizuki slowly sucked the digit in to his mouth, blue gaze flickering up to meet with violet. He chuckled quietly and low in his throat as he flicked his tongue around the finger in his mouth before allowing his eyes to slip closed. A low groan worked its way from his throat as he sucked on Momo's finger, even as his own slipped further in to the hunter's pants. Mizuki began to caress the tops of Momoshiro's thighs before starting to slowly push the leather downward. Oh, how he wanted to get to what was hidden beneath...
Momoshiro's mouth fell open slightly as Mizuki drew his finger in. Of course, the sensation of warmth, wetness, and fluttering touches served as a wonderfully stimulating preview of what was to come. Momo, now completely enthralled, groaned loudly at the fingers touching his thighs...no doubt Mizuki's desired effect. He withdrew the hand that was attempting to strip the vampire's clothing and calmly (well, as calmly as he could) pushed his own leather pants down further. It was difficult to resist the urge to do things too hastily; but he was enjoying this slower, almost cruel sequence of events.
A grin arching his lips, Mizuki let the finger slip from his mouth with one last lick. He pressed in close to the hunter and began placing slow, lazy kisses across hiss chest from one collarbone to the other, wanting so much to just...scrape him a little, but resisting brilliantly. His eyes flickered upward, blue peering up through dark, curled strands of hair, as Mizuki began to sink lower, lips now artfully attacking perked nipples that crowned one of the most glorious set of pecs he'd ever had the fortune to come across. He played with them for a moment before continuing to sink even lower, his hold on the hunter's pants helping with easing them down.
Unconsciously, Momo bit his lip lightly as Mizuki continued lower. His eyes were locked on the vampire's whenever possible because, damn it, it was so easy and so good and so beautifully dangerous to get lost in those eyes. A smile played across the hunter's own face as Mizuki's mouth effectively worshipped the muscles he'd sculpted through years of work. For once, he felt they were truly worth it. His body had never been so thoroughly attended to and-he reminded himself in a knee-weakening moment-there was so much left to be seen. The hand that had been hanging uselessly at his side, one cold and wet finger serving as sharp contrast to the heat he was feeling, was soon tangled in Mizuki's glossy black hair, encouraging him to continue lower.
Mizuki soon dropped down to his knees in front of the hunter, tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips slowly, eyes now on the proverbial prize. He finished pulling Momoshiro's pants down the rest of the way first, poking at him slightly in order to get the other to take his shoes off. Once that was accomplished, and once the pants were finally off and out of the way, he went back to his original goal and groaned happily. Oh, that was going to feel nice. Mizuki leaned forward and nuzzled against it a little before starting to place quick, feather light kisses up and down the length.
Momoshiro kicked his shoes off rapidly when prompted and let the slight pushiness slide...after all, he was pretty damn happy with where this was going. And gods, how good it felt to be out of those pants he'd been straining against for the better part of the night. He could feel a whine, a whimper, the least manly or appropriate sound he could possibly emit, building in his throat. Before he knew what was going on he was being nuzzled and kissed and fuck... it felt like heaven. It was soft, gentle, seductive... He couldn't help but stroke Mizuki's cheek softly with one hand as he ran fingers through that perfectly arranged hair. Momo finally allowed himself to groan softly as the Toreador continued, and his hips automatically moved ever so slightly forward.
Mm. Mizuki groaned as fingers ran through his hair, eyes fluttering slightly at the sensation as he tipped his head toward the touch. But he couldn't forget about the task he had started. His eyes came open again as he continued to kiss and lick all up and down the hunter's erection, pressing a firm kiss to the large vein, a quiet moan leaving him as it throbbed in time with Momoshiro's heartbeat. Mizuki nuzzled his lips against the head for a brief moment before slipping them around it, slowly, tauntingly starting to draw him in to his mouth.
There was a sharp intake of breath through Momoshiro's clenched teeth. It pained him to admit how skilled that tongue was (though, he imaged the vampire had no lack of experience) and how easily it drew throaty groans from deep inside of his body. His fingers tightened in the long, dark hair and he fought to control himself. It was more difficult than he expected to stop himself from thrusting forward into Mizuki's mouth, to let him take his time and just enjoy the sensations. Momo had never been a terribly patient guy, anyway, but this... The warm, wet feeling of perfect lips wrapped around the tip of his erection nearly sent him to his knees.
Yeah, well, experience tended to come when one was a thousand years old. Mizuki groaned around the hard length in his mouth as hands tightened even further in his hair, and he lifted his hands to place them on the hunter's hips. His fingers dug in to those hips as he moved his lips down further and further, opening his throat up to take in that delicious erection. When his nose came in contact with Momoshiro's hard stomach, he sucked back up to the tip again before slowly starting a rhythm.
He felt the warmth cover his length and squeezed his eyes shut reflexively. Momoshiro had sworn he had forgotten how good this could feel. The soft, nimble fingers resting now on his hips added to the sensory overload, almost tickling and teasing, then pressing, all serving to further enhance the heightened sensitivity that had him perched precariously on the edge of a proverbial knife. The enthralled hunter moaned loudly and let his head fall back slightly as he felt those last few centimeters being enclosed by Mizuki's mouth and they fell into an agreeable pattern of motion. As calmly as he could, he retained his grip on the Toreador's hair without forcing... This was a situation when finely tuned muscular control was useful for Momoshiro; he was able to respond just enough with small thrusts of his hips.
Mizuki wrapped his arms around Momoshiro's thighs and continued to bob his head back and forth, making agreeable little noises in the back of his throat. He finally pulled his head off after a while and proceeded to lick and lightly nibble up and down the length, humming appreciatively. The noises he was making were loud, wet, making sure to pull every sense in to the act. After a while he finally pulled back completely with one last quick lick to the head before starting to rise again, kissing his way back up Momoshiro's chest, stopping to toy with his collarbones again.
The hunter was overwhelmed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Mizuki continued; the slightest of caresses shot through his body like electricity and elicited a groan of pure satisfaction. It had been, in his very male opinion, far too long since he'd had a blowjob. And, okay, this guy was reading his every turn-on: he was a sound whore, and it was almost as if the vampire was reading his...oh, wait. Right. Anyway. Momoshiro's head snapped forward and his eyes flew open almost angrily when Mizuki stopped, and his fingers tightened slightly in the Toreador's hair. Oh, but the kissing was nice... "Okay, so you stopped..." He untangled his fingers from the dark locks and trailed the hand down to the vampire's backside, which he idly brushed his fingers against. "This is the part," he whispered breathily, "where you tell the non-mind reader what you want him to do."
Aaw, the hunter was mentally whining. That's so cute. Mizuki grinned slightly as he lifted his head all the way up, back arching so he could press his ass back against the hand now idly caressing it. He dropped his head back, groaning pleasantly at how promising this situation was turning out. A pink tongue parted his lips and he licked them quickly before chuckling quietly. "I think you should be able to figure it out yourself, Momoshiro-kun~" But Mizuki lifted his head back up anyway and pierced the hunter's gaze, a sultry little smile on his face. "But if you need a clue...I want you...to put that very hot cock of yours into my tight little ass and fuck me like it's your last day on Earth."
Yeah. That did it. Suddenly, muscular fingers were slipping inside of Mizuki's outrageously tight pants, brushing over his hips before tugging them down almost frantically. Did he have to wear such damn tight pants? Seriously. Annoying. Really annoying. So annoying, in fact, that Momoshiro found himself on his knees, pulling the pants down the last foot or so, having kissed his way slowly down the soft, pale skin of Mizuki's body. It was a beautiful body, delicate and near-perfect; it was impossible to resist touching the Toreador, kissing little patterns up and down his thighs while fingers swept across any expanse they could find. He was going to do exactly what Mizuki had said, once he stopped being so damn mesmerized.
"Because they accentuate my assets," Mizuki answered to the thoughts that managed to permeate his clouded brain. When they were down at his ankles, Mizuki finally kicked out of them and raked his fingers through Momoshiro's hair, tugging lightly. Now wasn't the time to be all...in awe. The hunter can admire his body when he's pounding into it. Mizuki caressed the hair under his fingers one last time before pulling away from Momoshiro with a grin. He turned around and sidled over to the low bed, lowering himself on to his knees and stretching forward with all the fluid grace of a cat. Mizuki arched his back, his ass swaying back and forth in the air, tempting the hunter closer.
Yep. Mind reader. And walking away. For a moment, Momoshiro simply stared, hunched down with his hands on the floor in front of him, at the way the pale skin was illuminated by the moonlight filtering in. When he saw Mizuki waggling himself around like some kind of strange... Well, something, he chuckled quietly and got up walked over to the bed. "You're not a normal one, are you? Not at all." His hands, only slightly roughened by life and work and years of cycling and tennis, hesitantly touched Mizuki's lower back. It was a soft touch, tentative, but confidence came quickly to Momo as his amethyst eyes traced the curve of the vampire's back and his hands followed. As necessity dictated, Momoshiro climbed onto the bed and let his body finally come into full, unhindered contact with Mizuki's.
"Normal is all relative," Mizuki purred out as he arched in to the touch along his back. He licked his lips slowly and turned his head to glance over his shoulder and into beautiful violet eyes. "And my relatives aren't normal." In fact...they were all undead! He curved his back up in order to press his body even more against Momoshiro's and let out a pleased little kittenish purr. "Such a strong body, Momoshiro-kun~. It feels great against mine..." Mizuki rolled his hips a touch, pressing himself back against the hardness settled against him. "Bet it'd feel good in me, too."
Once again, his eyes closed and his head lolled back as the vampire touched him, the deceptively soft skin belying the primal nature of such a creature's subsistence. Not that he cared, because he was about to get laid. Momoshiro kissed his way up that long, elegantly curved spine, admiring just how delightfully submissive and utterly sexual such a powerful being could be in that state. He reached one hand underneath Mizuki to grasp the other's hard length, but hesitated, face frozen in a stupid look that simply oozed lack of foresight. "Oh, fuck. Lube. Damn it." He hadn't really been expecting to get laid that night. Seriously.
Mizuki chuckled quietly at the mutter against his back, though the still hand on his cock was driving him absolutely insane. Either let go or move it, damnit. He sighed quietly as he pressed his hips back against the hunter hovering over him, head falling backward. "The drawer," Mizuki murmured, gyrating his hips just so, "this hotel...mm...specializes in this kind of thing. They're always...nngh...prepared." Mizuki licked his lips and tossed his head slightly before turning it and looking over his shoulder, eyes smoldering as they landed on Momoshiro. "I suggest you get it quickly before I," he arched his back with a soft sigh, "start the ride without you."
Lucky! Momoshiro leaned over and retrieved the small bottle quickly, and poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. "Handy little place, isn't it?" It would be easier, now, he thought... Simple process, established process, no surprises. He slipped one slick finger inside of the vampire, delving deep and caring little for finesse. It was obvious that Mizuki was well-versed in this: he relaxed more quickly than anyone Momo could remember, and was more than helpful in his movements. There was a brief attempt at coherent sentences on Momo's part that was quickly abandoned in favor of the task at hand. The hunter felt his own cock pulse as he slipped a second finger in, his impatience with his earlier hesitation lending a kind of frantic pace to his actions.
Oh, that was better. Much, much better. Mizuki let out a pleased little sigh as the first finger slipped inside him, his eyes sliding closed. He bowed his head forward and rested it against his arms, beginning to hum quietly. The slightly rough treatment was nothing short of positively stimulating, causing him to wriggle his hips back against the fingers within him. Mizuki nipped at the inside of his mouth, fangs biting through soft flesh, and he moaned as his own blood dribbled down his throat. "Oh, Momoshiro-kun...more."
Simple enough request. "More, eh?" A low chuckle rose from Momoshiro's throat, even though the sound of his name startled him slightly. The experience was so... deliciously personal, raw, and real, yet so strangely detached. Stop thinking so fucking much and just DO IT. He moved his hand rhythmically, coaxing the vampire's tight muscles to relax with his fingers, now and then adjusting the angle just slightly to get a certain moan to fall from that bleeding mouth. Once he felt ready--and it was really more about his own readiness at that point--he withdrew his fingers and slathered his pulsing length with lubricant. There was a moment where he held his breath, the moment in which he positioned himself behind Mizuki and realization hit him in a beautiful, euphoric wave. Fuck. Yes.
"Mm!" Mizuki resisted the need to bite on to something, because he'd really rather not deal with a bleeding arm at the moment, and instead buried his face against the bed itself to muffle the long groan that left him. Oh, but this was leaving him feeling just so deliciously full. Mizuki groaned as he lifted his head away from the bed once Momoshiro was all the way in him, fingers digging in to the bedding beneath him. (Thankfully, the cut in his mouth had already healed, so there was no blood present. While it wouldn't bother him, it might be a minor mood breaker for the poor hunter.) He squirmed his hips and purred. "So good..."
The curve of Mizuki's back as he raised himself off the bed was just... Poetic. Beautiful. Something unearthly, mesmerizing, and incredibly hot, like everything the damn vampire did. Momoshiro drew in a shaky breath through his teeth as their bodies adjusted to being joined in such a way. It felt almost too good to begin thrusting into the smaller body before him, a body built so perfectly and delicately that it seemed he might break it... which only made him thrust harder as he went on. What if he could break it, or at least make it moan and purr and scream... His rough hands gripped the deceptively fragile-looking hips as he continued.
And purr it would, too. Mizuki may as well have been bastet for how feline his movements were, which he thanked all of the artistic training he'd received over the last millennia for. He scrambled at the bedding beneath him, resisting the urge to let out a cry when the hunter started to really give in to the overriding pleasure. Mizuki turned his head to the side and let it rest on one arm before snaking his other hand down under his body, grabbing at his lightly bouncing cock to begin stroking it at almost the same desperate rhythm he was being pounded into with. Oh, but this was all just so...damn...good.
Momoshiro drew in a hissing breath through his teeth as he pounded Mizuki. It wasn't as if he was new to the whole sex thing, but gods, did he have to be so divinely tight? He leaned forward slightly, bringing more skin-to-skin contact into the game and changing the angle of penetration slightly. One hand still dug into the vampire's hip while the other snaked around to enclose Mizuki's own, flicking fingertips onto the little patches of skin that came uncovered as he stroked wildly. They had settled into an almost painfully harsh rhythm, a frantic dance that seemed like it would stop the world when it ended. The hunter moaned loudly, panting in time to his own thrusts and forgetting everything but the heat, the sound, and the motion.
Oh by the gods. Momoshiro was good at this. Damn good at this. Of course, it could have been (and probably was) just pure hormones driving those hips forward, causing that sound of flesh on flesh, but hey, hormones were good. Very good, especially if they produced results like this. Mizuki was scrambling at the sheets, suddenly glad that he didn't have to breathe, or he'd be panting like mad at the moment. "Oh, fuck," he ground out as his grip threatened to rip the sheets apart. "So...good...Momo...shiro...I can't...I...I can't..." God. Fucking. Damn. So close...
It was more than hormones. It was desperation, confusion, excitement, and everything that it shouldn't have been, especially with a vampire, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered but the contact, the tightness, and the voice. The stuttering, shuddering, high voice of pure bliss and as much submission as the hunter would ever hear. Power trip and nice, solid fucking in one package. Life was better than he had thought. The scrabbling Mizuki was making this harder to finish... The hand on Mizuki's hip was now gripped firmly around his shoulder, nails digging in slightly as the pace built up and lulled in the final frantic seconds of their dance. Momoshiro's heated flesh was pressed against the vampire's smooth skin. "What... the fuck... are you waiting for? Come already!"
"Just waiting...on...you..." Mizuki ground out as he buried his face in the sheets. A keening wail began working its way out of his throat (had he not been burying his face, the sound might have hurt) as the pressure inside his body built and finally, something just seemed to snap. He threw his head back and yelled as he came, bright white light blocking out his vision as all of that energy just broke. White spilled onto the sheets beneath him, and he had to fight to keep himself up on his knees and not just flatten out. The poor sheets had, by this time, been torn apart, Mizuki's grip having finally ripped open a giant hole.
Momoshiro held Mizuki in place as firmly as he could, intending to keep up his pace and rhythm for a bit longer, but the sight and sound of the other's climax was too much. "God... damn... fuck." A flash of annoyance shot through the hunter's mind as the full impact of the scene overwhelmed him. For a moment he knew of nothing but the sound of his own breathing, drawn in panting, exhaled with curses and groans. He thrust almost violently into the smaller frame before him, biting his lip hard to keep from releasing whatever primal sound was building in his throat. A blindingly intense orgasm coursed through him, as muscles tensed, fingers dug into whatever they could grasp, and he finally let loose a long, low moan against Mizuki's back.
After an interval of several seconds (or minutes--he couldn't tell in that state), a grinning Momoshiro rolled onto his back beside his spent partner. "Shit," he said, slightly above a whisper, still trying to steady his breath. "I mean... Damn. Hoo." With a light chuckle, Momo ran his shaking fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. He definitely didn't remember sex ever being that good before.
Oh. Fucking. God. Mizuki groaned and collapsed (scooting to the side a little to avoid the mess on the sheets), one arm flopping over Momoshiro's sweat slicked, heaving chest. He licked his lips slowly, trying to calm down, but also trying to not drift off. Falling asleep here would be a Very Bad Thing. His head came up and he leaned sideways over the hunter, bending his head down to press their lips together. Mizuki gave the other's bottom lip a playful little nip (nowhere near enough to break the skin) and he leaned back, grinning down at him. "You're very good at that, Momoshiro-kun." Of course, had Mizuki been human, he'd be twenty different levels of sore right about now. Thankfully, he wasn't, and instead just felt very, very satisfied and content.
The feeling of lips pressed to his own wasn't what he expected at all, after all of that. Momoshiro's eyes flew open and he stared at Mizuki. "Eh. I am? Oh, yeah," he blushed ever so slightly. "Yeah, I am." Well, of course he wasn't going to cuddle with him, but the kiss wasn't so bad. None of it, in fact, had been bad. It had been rather mind-blowingly amazing, thanks. Of course, even as he reached up to tangle his fingers in Mizuki's dark hair, pulling him down for another ferocious kiss, he knew that in a matter of minutes they would both be gone. It would be as though nothing happened, really. The whole damn affair--a hunter sleeping with a vampire, for fuck's sake!--was terribly taboo. Momoshiro decided that he liked taboos, on occasion. He was exhausted, but it felt so very, very good that he really didn't care.
Mizuki purred quietly at both the hand in his hair and the fierce kiss before pulling back with an almost mournful sigh. He eventually pushed himself up and rolled over, thunking his feet to the floor as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "As much as I would love to just lie here," (Mizuki really was a cuddle-whore, though sleeping with someone outside of his home, or who didn't know what he was, made it rather difficult), "I'm afraid they wouldn't take too kindly to finding a body that's more or less dead lying in one of their beds tomorrow. And it's getting so terribly close to sunrise." Mizuki hauled himself up to his feet and began to pad quietly around the room, wincing only slightly as sharp, pleasurable pain raced up his spine. He gathered his clothes quietly, pulling them on as he found them.
Blinking hard, Momoshiro sat up. "Yeah. Imagine it's pretty late," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head and standing up to gather his own things. Surely he could think of something better to say than that? He thought very seriously about retrieving his cigarettes for a moment, but instead simply sighed quietly. Might as well get the hell out of here before the guilt sets in, or something. Try as he might, it was impossible not to stare at Mizuki as he dressed. There was something so surreal about the way the moonlight played across that porcelain skin that confounded the hunter. "I... uh." He stared at his feet for a moment, toeing a knot in the carpet. "Thanks," he said once he'd pulled his pants back on, looking up at Mizuki again, "but... uh... try to stay away from the kids next time?"
A light, almost musical laugh left Mizuki as he finished squirming back into his pants, buttoning the top of them. He stepped over toward Momoshiro and slowly slid his hands over broad shoulders, letting his fingers idly lace together behind his neck. Mizuki leaned up, one leg sliding between the hunter's to rub lightly against him. He chuckled quietly and placed light, teasing, nibbling kisses against those lovely lips. Light sparked behind blue eyes and he chuckled again, a grin spreading across his face. "I make no promises, Momoshiro-kun~." Smirking, he pulled back rather abruptly and made his way over to the door, a hand resting on the knob. He paused and turned around, smiling. "I do hope we run into each other again. A repeat performance really wouldn't be a terrible thing." With a wink, Mizuki pulled the door open and was gone.
Repeat performance, eh? Not a bad idea. Not bad at all. It wasn't as if he'd really expected the vampire to even acknowledge his parting comment; he'd said it more for himself than anything. It was, he thought as he buttoned his shirt, a reminder and a warning: always the hunter and the hunted, and neither so human as perhaps they ought to be. Shaking his head, the tapped out a cigarette. He'd light it later, by his bike, before he made that short ride home, before he prepared himself for the looks at work that he always got after they knew he'd been out. No stories this time, just a smile. As he walked back to the front desk to turn the key in, Momoshiro silently saluted the dark sky. He'd never been so grateful to be stood up in his life.
What: Sex. Of the NC-17 porny nature.
When: ... ... ...A really long time ago. Like, before the Quei Jin.
Why: Mizuki wants a snack. Momo denies him. He gets his fill somewhere else.
It was about the thrum of the music. It was about the press of bodies. It was about the communication without words.
It was about the pretty little thing that was currently hanging off of him like a leech.
Mizuki couldn't help but grin to himself at the near ecstasy in the boy's face at simply being in the Toreador's presence. He lifted a hand and chuckled quietly as he slid marble fingers through the boy's soft black hair, using his grip to force his head to tip to the side. Mizuki leaned his head down and nestled his nose against that neck, so tempted to take a bite but knowing very well he couldn't. Not in a place so public. He'd have to take him back to his apartment...after a little fun, of course. But, oh, he had such a nice...healthy heartbeat.
Music was good. Music was great. Music was Momoshiro's favorite thing. This? This wasn't music. It was too loud to be music. It was just pounding bass and tangled limbs and schizophrenic lights. He scanned the room, sighing lightly and taking a long drag from his cigarette.
It wasn't like he'd wanted to come here, so much; it was more that he was lonely. Bored. Hadn't had a date in three months. Desperate, perhaps. The girl had been so cute, he reminded himself as he sat and waited. She was only, what, an hour late? No big deal, right? Another drag. She's so not coming. Way to get stood up, Takeshi. It was ridiculous to wait any longer, really, so he slid off the high black stool and smoothed a hand over the leather pants he wore. I can't believe I got dressed up for this. He drew the cigarette up to his mouth, readying himself for one last puff, a salute to the bad situation in the best way he could figure.
Then a sight on the dance floor caught his eye. A single person, draped across another... Only one of them wasn't exactly what Momoshiro would call a person... And this hunter didn't like the way that vampire was eyeing his dance partner's neck. Momo rolled his eyes closed and inhaled, feeling the acrid smoke, tasting it. He exhaled slowly, dropped it in the ashtray on the table, and strode out onto the dance floor.
Completely unaware of the hunter approaching him (he really wasn't paying much attention to anything outside of the pretty he had twined around his little finger), Mizuki continued with what he was doing. The way he was kissing and caressing the boy's neck with his lips seemed to have the other in a near squealing mess of mortal. Oh, he was so just...delightful! Mizuki chuckled quietly into the boy's ear and began muttering quietly, pulling him even further under his spell. Now he just had to get him out of the club...
Oh, how he hated to break up such a pretty party, and just when the vamp seemed to be getting his victim comfortable. With a quiet scoff, Momoshiro pushed his way through the undulating mass of people, eyes never leaving the point of contact between mortal flesh and immortal lips. Honestly, he wasn't looking for a fight. He just didn't want to see someone get hurt. It was a simple maneuver, get behind them while they dance, put his lips close enough to the vampire's ear that he won't have to shout, and tell him in the most normal tone he can manage, "Hey, buddy. He's way out of your league."
A light snarl left Mizuki's throat as the hunter's presence finally caught up to him, but he didn't move far from his boy. In fact, he slid a comforting hand around his waist and pulled him in closer, before turning his head slightly to the side in order to get a look at the hunter who had so RUDELY interrupted his seduction. "You think so~?" Mizuki chuckled lightly and ran a hand down the boy's spine, causing him to shiver in the most delicious fashion. "He seems pretty happy to me~."
Face-to-face with a vampire. Well, that didn't happen every day, did it? You want to play? I'll play. He looked directly into frighteningly beautiful blue eyes and smiled a knowing smile. "Don' do anything you're gonna regret. I don't want to make a scene." Momo inched closer to the vampire. Dangerously close. His head, if moved a few centimeters down, would have rested on Mizuki's shoulder; the hunter's lips were now terrifyingly close to his potential prey's ear. "Let the kid go, and I won't kill you."
Oh, this hunter was just precious, wasn't he? Mizuki chuckled quietly and pulled the boy even closer, now pressing the mortal right against his body. The poor thing looked like he was about ready to snap and pounce on the hunter for touching HIS pretty dance partner. A light smile played across his face and he tipped his head to the side as he curled a bit of the boy's hair around his finger in a very bored fashion. "How about...I don't let the kid go, and you can try to kill me."
Momo blinked and tried hard not to flinch. He d been stood up, and now he was face-to-face with a mouthy vampire. It's not my day. So not my day. There were options. He could try this one on for size, see if he could rough him up. That didn't seem like a good idea, really. What else? He could call and see if he could get some backup, but by that time the vamp would likely be gone, and another victim claimed. Well, fuck. It took a lot of effort not to just start something; Momo's hotheadedness may have been tempered by the years, but it certainly flared up with arrogant monsters about. He sighed softly and decided on a course of action. His eyes wandered to the boy clinging to the vampire. "Yo, kid. You don't want to go home with this guy."
The boy seemed to cling even tighter to Mizuki which, if Mizuki needed to breathe, could have been a problem by this point in time. He chuckled quietly and seemed to almost lovingly caress the boy's head before trailing his nails lightly over that delicious looking neck, directly over the vein that had Mizuki so wondrously tempted. "It doesn't seem he wants to let me go," Mizuki said in a sing-song voice before giving the hunter a half-triumphant, half-haughty look. "Looks like you'll have to try a little harder, Hunter-kun~"
Dumb damn kids these days. "Eh?" Momoshiro decided, at that moment, that he was really, really fucking bad at this. He wasn't letting this vampire off that easily though. "So... Let's talk," he said, sidling up behind Mizuki and intentionally invading his personal space... not that the other guy wasn't doing that well enough. "You got a name, vamp? Where ya from? Favorite stomping grounds? Favorite position? I'm curious..." He pressed his body against the vampire's, trying to look as casual as possible; unfortunately for his sanity, that included dancing. It wasn't that he wasn't good, he just wasn't much of a dancer. He was a listener and a watcher.
Mizuki chuckled quietly and slid one hand away from the boy to slip it behind him and in to the hunter's hair. He caressed the soft black locks for a moment before turning his head to the side in order to start murmuring in turn, "I don't give my name to just anyone, I'm from a time you can't even imagine, my favorite stomping grounds are ones with a lot of beautiful blood, and my favorite position is anything that gets me sex. Does that answer your questions, Hunter-kun~?"
"Pretty efficiently, yeah," Momoshiro replied, leaning his head forward slightly and placing his lips on the vampire's ear now. It was so casual, the way he snaked his own hand down to Mizuki's waist, then let it work itself around to the part of his stomach just above where snakeskin-clad legs met agile hips. "You ah, look pretty damn good for an old guy. Your whole clan look that good, or are you just special?" And he cursed his lack of smoothness in the verbal department. Only Momo could make such a beautiful language sound so coarse at such times.
Oh, this hunter was trying so very hard to distract Mizuki's attention away from the pretty thing he was dancing with. Well, may as well humor him. He wasn't letting the pretty truly go, but...for the night, he could wander free. He bowed his head forward and whispered into the boy's ear. The other nodded lightly, and looked a little sad when he wandered away, constantly glancing back over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd. Mizuki sighed quietly and turned around in the hunter's hold, bringing his arms up to wrap them around the other's neck before pressing in to him. "It tends to be a Toreador trait, yes, but I'm prettier than most."
Momoshiro smirked slightly as he watched the boy walk off, looking utterly dejected compared to his prior state. Doesn't that kid appreciate that I just gave him another night to live? It had been a while since he'd been close enough to a vampire to touch one, much less dance with him. Shit, this had to be against some rule or something somewhere... "Toreador, eh? Nice. Too bad I haven't met more, if they're as good-looking as you. Hard to find good company these days." And he'd be damned if this wasn't the best thing he'd touched in a while; long nights of work took their toll on the sex life. But was he so damn desperate that he was touching a vampire, hands fluttering across barely-concealed ageless skin, coming to rest on an ass that rivaled any he'd seen? He was finally feeling the music, feeling the raw sexuality of the entire experience, and enjoying the hell out of it.
"My, my. Forward, aren't we~?" Mizuki chuckled quietly and twined his fingers around the hair at the base of the hunter's neck. He hummed to himself and tipped his head to the side, even as he slid back into the dance without a second thought. A hand slid slowly down the other's arm before he slid that arm around his waist, sneaking a hand under the other's shirt to place his palm flat against the small of his back. "You're a new hunter, ne~? I'm familiar with most of them around here..."
"You're not complaining, are you?" He pressed himself to Mizuki, still living and breathing the pulse and rhythm of the dance, which seemed to be getting faster. It was almost making his head spin; the little alarm, the little warning to stay away from such creatures had been altogether silenced. For a moment he simply existed, reveling in the touch of someone else. He followed the silence with a slow, steady tracing of one hand up the vampire's back. "I'm not so new. Not so old, either. Under the radar."
"Not at all," Mizuki purred, chuckling quietly as the hunter pressed in to him. Oh, this was shaping up to be a very nice evening anyway, ne~? He moved a bit like a cat for a moment before moving his leg to wrap it around one of the hunter's. Mizuki used this new hold to pull the two of them flat against each other and he tipped his head to the side, smirking lightly. "What's your name, Hunter-kun~? I'm just ever so curious as to who this pretty new acquaintance is."
Momo bit his tongue to keep from moaning as their bodies came into fuller contact. "Give and take, vamp. Give me your name, I'll give you mine." He now had one arm draped across the vampire's shoulder, fingers resting lightly on the nape of his neck. Hell, if he'd known grinding on a vampire could be this good, he might've been less inclined to want to beat the hell out of them. Unfortunately, that wasn't usually the case; they messed with him, they didn't do it again, for damn sure. He'd only seen relatively young ones up 'til now, though. "And while you're at it, why don't you go ahead and volunteer some more info?"
"Your name first, Hunter-kun," Mizuki purred into the other's ear, smirking just a little bit. "Remember, I have other people to be with if this," he ground a little harder, "doesn't work out to my liking." His tongue snaked out of his lips and he traced it along the outer shell of the hunter's ear. He could just go ahead and poke around in his mind lightly and find his name, but really, Mizuki would much prefer that the hunter told him himself. "What kind of info are you looking for, hmm~?"
It was a reflex, the unconscious nuzzling of the vampire's cheek as he dripped words of terrible truth into Momo's ear. All the pent-up frustration, all the need, and all in conflict with what he was supposed to be doing. Ah, fuck it. "Momoshiro. Don't suppose my given name matters much in the grand scheme to you, hm?" The grinding, the contact, the sensations were definitely making it hard to think. It still didn't seem like enough, though. "Just... penny for your thoughts kinda thing," he said softly, nearly grunted, in the Toreador's ear. "Something's been goin' down."
"Mizuki~. Yoroshiku ne~." Mizuki half chuckled, half purred into Momoshiro's ear as he ran his tongue up along the edge again, not yet daring to pull it into his mouth lest the poor hunter think he was trying to eat his ear or something. He let out a little 'hmm?' at the last statement, though. "Has it? I haven't noticed anything out of the normal since the Chih Mei attacks. And, really, they were nothing to get excited over. Though I'm afraid I'm not as...caring or attentive as I once was to any potential danger. I think it may be growing time for me to take another nap soon..." Which was generally something either the really bored or the really old did. Or both, which was the category Mizuki fell under, though he was going to see this club thing with his new business partners through first.
Momoshiro parted his lips, licked them slowly, then pressed them to the vampire's ear. "Yoroshiku, Mizuki," he said smoothly, punctuating the name with a light nip at his dance partner's earlobe. So the vampires, or at least this one, didn't know what was going on, either. He thought back to his conversation with Wakato, on their suspicions regarding a few of the incidents that had occurred, and was suddenly glad he'd left that cell phone on in his pocket. No information meant no warning, and that was a dangerous position to be in. Well, no more dangerous than his current physical position. "It's been quiet and busy, all in the wrong places. You tell me that's not wrong, and I'll call you a liar." He planted soft kisses on the beautiful vampire's jaw line without even thinking...hell, he kept forgetting this was a vampire anyway...treating him as well as he'd treat anyone he wanted to take home.
"Well, perhaps I'll keep a sharper eye out, then," Mizuki murmured as he tipped his head back at the kisses, opening up a line of soft, porcelain skin for lips to assault. He let out a sound that could only be described as a purr and began moving his hips slowly, rolling them against the hunter's with a pleased groan. Oh, that was nice...Mizuki felt positively hedonistic. Which, for a Toreador, was the best state he could be in, to be frank. "Mm, Momoshiro...You take very good care of your body, don't you~?"
God. Momo hated being vulnerable, but it had never felt this good. He let his hands roam freely over Mizuki's perfectly sculpted body and divinely white skin; there could hardly be two more diametrically opposed beings, yet there they were, in that small space. Momoshiro's own lightly sun-kissed skin rose up in gooseflesh with every touch. "Somebody's gotta take care of it. I've got a job to do, and my body's half the work. Not much else to do in my downtime, anyway," Momo replied, slipping a finger between Mizuki's neck and his collar, tugging at it gently and seeking just a touch of collarbone.
Really, the contrast of their skin, and the lights of the club dancing over them, was almost hypnotic. The way Mizuki's alabaster skin looked against Momoshiro's own tanned body...oh, it was enough to make Mizuki shiver. He slid a hand up the front of his own shirt and flicked open the top button, pulling that side of his shirt down so the hunter could get to the collarbone he was seeking. A soft chuckle left Mizuki's lips as he brought his head back up in order to gaze at Momoshiro steadily. "Would it be too terribly forward of me, Momoshiro-kun~, if I told you I wouldn't mind a nice," hand in Momoshiro's hair, "hard," using that hold to tug his head forward, "fuck?" And Mizuki finally nipped playfully at Momoshiro's ear before chuckling again.
And suddenly everything was black or white, do or don't, fuck the enemy or go home utterly frustrated. His lips traced a line down Mizuki's pale neck and sought the collarbone. Momoshiro lightly scraped his teeth across it as his rough fingers began to tug at the vampire's shirt. "You know," he said against the skin, lips never going further than they had to from the soft, cool skin of Mizuki's neck and upper chest, "I like forward types. Makes things a lot easier. But don't," a nip at his neck, "even think," a fluttering of kisses along the vamp's jaw, "about putting your goddamn teeth in me. Got it?" Momo stared into those ageless, deep blue eyes for a moment, then nipped softly at the Toreador's lower lip. "We agree on that much, we can talk fucking."
Mizuki pouted slightly, but it wasn't a serious pout. This was why he usually avoided hunters: he liked to see that stunned moment at the peak of sex when he sinks his teeth into willing flesh fade into death. Hunters, though, knew the potential and knew what was to come (not that Mizuki couldn't play with their minds and make them conveniently not care, but that was too much damn work). They were always such a drag, but damnit, Mizuki had a feeling this one wouldn't leave him alone until the sun came up, to make sure he didn't go and harm a poor mortal. And, well...he was awfully attractive. For a hunter. "Deal."
Momo justified it by telling himself that he was simply keeping a hungry vampire occupied, saving innocent life as per his job description. And oh, what an impetuous little pout this vampire had, too. What delightful lips concealed the telltale signs of his secret... What soft skin covered the ages-old body... What a wonderful paradox. What an amazing display of raw sexuality. What a bastard. Momoshiro was enjoying it. He was turned on by it. He played with those sons of bitches, those monsters, those whatever-the-fuck-you-wanted-to-call-thems, dealt with them on a daily basis behind the scenes; and he sacrificed his social life and his free time for it, to protect a bunch of nameless, faceless morons like the kid that he'd saved... It was only fitting that he found the solution to his frustrations in a creature of the night, to whom days were mere rumor and distant memory. This entirely complicated and incredibly deep train of thought manifested itself in one way, and one way only: Momo was horny. He peeled himself away from the vampire and took a tentative step back. "Where to?"
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that it was all for your job, pretty hunter. One day, it might even be true! Mizuki hummed quietly to himself and absently toyed with a bit of Momoshiro's hair, tipping his head to the side as he studied him. It was then he was finally hit with the fact that... "My, you have very lovely eyes. Such an unusual color. You know, I've only seen one other with anything like them... Tell me, are they contacts or anything? They're such a...lovely shade of purple..." Mizuki was almost hypnotized by them at this point, now that he had discovered them. Curse his Toreador sensibilities...
"Un, they're mine." And his most complimented feature, at that. In fact, it was about the only thing people noticed about him. Their eyes were locked, like two lovers in a passionate embrace or two adversaries in mortal combat. And, hell, the music and that damn look on the Mizuki's face were starting to be too much. His head was spinning. It's the lights. Gotta be the lights. He simply refused to believe that he was that overcome with desire for a vampire. "I... need a cigarette," he said plainly, nodding toward the exit.
"Dreadful habit," Mizuki murmured, but still only managed to just barely tear his gaze away from those absolutely delicious eyes. He shifted around though in order to loop an arm through Momoshiro's, leaning in to him tauntingly. His head tipped back as he leaned up in order to purr into the hunter's ear, "Though I suppose in your line of work, taking all you can for, nfu, pleasure, can't be helped. Carpe diem and all of that..." Mizuki licked Momoshiro's ear before taking his hand and starting to lead him out of the club, hips swaying in a tantalizing fashion.
"Yeah... I do what I can, and it's not much." How Momoshiro wanted to say that he wasn't enjoying the attention, but oh god. That lick. The tiniest flick of a tongue across his ear and he felt the familiar stirring in his groin and a sick sensation in the pit of his stomach. "Carpe diem. Yes." He was letting himself be led out by Mizuki while he fished around in his pocket for a cigarette. It wasn't usually so damn hard to grasp an object but, damn, his mind was muddled. Once they were outside and he finally managed to get the cigarette to his now dry lips, he tugged on the Toreador's arm. "Hold on a sec. Gotta light this damn thing."
Mizuki halted his forward steps and maneuvered around to stand behind Momoshiro while the poor hunter fumbled around for his lighter. He wrapped his arms around the other's waist from his new position and leaned in to him, standing up on his tiptoes in order to rest his chin on Momoshiro's shoulder. Mizuki nuzzled against his neck lightly as he waited for the hunter to get his cigarette out and lit, thoroughly enjoying, in the meantime, the affect he was having on the young man. So entertaining~.
When he felt arms wrap around him, he nearly dropped the cigarette altogether. It was funny, feeling half annoyed and half wanting to evaporate the clothing between them and... Momoshiro nearly dropped his lighter. Oh, the perils of an active imagination. "Do you have to do that?" he asked, almost whining, as he felt Mizuki nuzzle up to his neck. Hell, he was nervous and anxious enough; he didn't need any help feeling completely out of sorts. The sight of the tip of his cigarette lighting up was the most soothing thing he thought he'd ever seen. Momo closed his eyes and tried to block out the touches, the unfamiliar and comforting feeling of another body against his. Before he even realized he'd been smoking, the cigarette was attempting to burn the fingers that held it. The last pull was the longest... He held it as long as he could and tried to mentally prepare himself for what could very well turn out to be a long night.
"Do what, Momoshiro-kun~?" Mizuki purred out, chuckling quietly as he continued to nuzzle against his neck, placing feather light kisses along the lovely bare neck. He began humming quietly to himself as he did so, steadfastly ignoring the smoke from the cigarette. Sneakily, he slid a hand up the front of Momoshiro's shirt and raked his fingers across that deliciously hard stomach, tracing the muscles lightly. Mizuki had to half wonder if they were even going to be getting anywhere (though he really didn't want to do anything in an alley; that'd just be disgusting).
"Do you have to be all... touchy like that? Damn." Not that it didn't feel good, but it was making his knees approach a state of non-functionality. When Momoshiro felt the vampire's fingers wind their way across his stomach, he tossed the cigarette aside. Smoking, to him, was better for courage than even alcohol. He reached one hand back to brush Mizuki's hip and sighed. "Where we goin', vamp? I don't do exhibitionism, thanks." And he hoped the Toreador was able to read his thoughts, because he sure as hell was getting specific with his short-term to-do list.
And that list was making Mizuki all sorts of giddy. He chuckled quietly and couldn't help but rub himself up against Momoshiro a bit before finally sliding away from him, looping their arms together again. "There's a hotel not too far away from here. We could always go there~." Because he had a feeling neither one of them would be inviting the other over to their place any time soon. They may about to be getting rid of from frustrations together, but that sure as hell didn't mean there was an unequivocal level of trust between them by any means. "Whaddya think?"
Gratuitous rubbing. How fun. Momoshiro tried to look casual with the outrageously pretty vampire on his arm, but it was hard. "That, uh... That's great," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. Hell, he was really doing this. He fished in his pocket for keys and started walking. Just because he chose to do his deliveries by bicycle didn't mean he didn't have something better. His real "bike" was a motorcycle. Nothing fancy, but it got him from place to place okay; and it helped him on those rare occasions when he got a call out to some incident or another to back up a fellow hunter. It was more expensive than a bicycle, sure, but he only used it when he needed to move fast or had someone to impress. Well. Momo wrenched his arm away from Mizuki when they reached the bike and donned his helmet as he mounted it. "Get on, and hold on. You can give me directions."
Mizuki...had always been wary of anything with a motor. Having been around them since their creation, you'd think he'd be okay with them by now. But this...this had promise. Mizuki smirked slightly and slid in to sit behind Momoshiro, wrapping his arms back around the hunter's waist and scooting in close, making sure he was secure. Not that falling off would be any sort of problem to him, but it'd be incredibly inconvenient. He nodded slightly and rubbed his cheek against the middle of Momoshiro's back, chuckling quietly to himself. "I can do that."
Momoshiro started his motorcycle up and revved the engine. It wasn't exactly who he'd hoped to be holding onto him tonight, but any port would do in a storm. He followed Mizuki's directions and soon they were walking into the lobby, Momo's arm wrapped low around the vampire's waist. The desk attendant looked used to this sort of thing, and by the less-than-five-star look of the place, the hunter couldn't say he was surprised.
As they reached their room, Momo waved the key in front of Mizuki's face. "Remember the deal, got it?"
A soft chuckle left Mizuki as he blew a kiss to the attendant, who couldn't help but flush just slightly. God, he did so love having that sort of power over people. Blue eyes rolled skyward at the comment and Mizuki snapped his hand up to flick the keys from Momo's grip before the hunter could even blink. "I know, I know. No teeth." Mizuki snapped his jaw at Momoshiro before putting the key in the door and unlocking it, stepping inside.
Really, the accommodations were less than stellar, but it wasn't like they were exactly planning on staying for any sort of extended period of time. All they needed was a bed (and, well...sometimes, not even that; walls worked just as well). Mizuki sauntered in to the room after dropping the keys on to the only low table in the room, a hand coming up to flick open the remaining buttons on his shirt. Once open, the fabric was so light that it merely slid from his shoulders. Mizuki caught the shirt in a hand and tossed it over to a chair, turning around once he reached the window so the moon could filter in and play across his skin, looking nearly translucent in how white it shone. "Have you ever played with fire this hot before, Momoshiro-kun~?"
He really almost wished he hadn't looked up after closing the door behind himself. The room was the barest of accommodations, and he was slightly worried that the bed might not even hold up. All sanity danced away slowly, like dust meandering across sunbeams, as his amethyst eyes came to rest on the pristine white skin of Mizuki's back. The amazed hunter dropped his head and let out a sound that was not quite a scoff, but not quite a chuckle, then crossed the room while unbuttoning his own shirt. Momo's hands rested lightly on the vampire's waist as he laid a row of soft, wet kisses from one shoulder, across the back, up the neck, back down, and to the edge of Mizuki's other shoulder. "Can't quite say I have."
"Good," Mizuki purred, dropping his head forward at the light kisses being placed along his skin. If he had a pulse, he was sure it'd be fluttering at the moment. He laid his hands lightly on top of the ones on his waist, stroking the backs of them softly. "Always a first time for everything..." Slowly, he slid a hand up Momo's arm before tangling it in his hair, pulling the hunter's head forward so his lips were resting against his skin. Mizuki was just feel so...so...sensual at the moment, and less 'holygoddomenow.' He blamed it on the moon.
Everything felt different to Momo now. Back at the club he'd felt overwhelmed, painfully overcome with a desire to do nothing but have hard, fast sex and get it over with, but... Well, frankly, he was enjoying this. The fingers in his hair weren't too commanding. The body he held wasn't too willing. Everything just was. Momoshiro let the hand that wasn't being stroked by Mizuki sweep upward, briefly acquainting his comparatively young fingers with the work of art that was the ancient one's body. At the same time, his parted lips explored the porcelain skin of Mizuki's neck, accompanied by feather-light touches of his tongue. The entire experience was beautifully erotic, almost sweet, if the situation had been different. He blamed it all on the goddamn vampire.
Mm...Mizuki purred quietly and arched his back a little, pressing his body into the different touches he was experiencing. He eventually turned around slowly in the hunter's hold and pressed himself up against Momo's body, slipping his hands beneath the open fabric of his shirt and up to his shoulders in order to push the fabric down. Oh, curse their no teeth rule. Momoshiro's skin was so nice that Mizuki just wanted to mark it in the only way a vampire could. But no, he had to go and promise... Sigh. He bowed his head forward and settled on sucking the stretch of skin where the neck met shoulder.
Momoshiro shrugged his shirt off silently, head pressed lightly against Mizuki's as his breathing quickened. It was, he noted, horribly ironic for a hunter to have such a sensitive neck. He moaned softly, hooked his fingers casually on the front of the vampire's slick pants, and gave a slight tug. Curiosity, more than anything else, was what had him slowly undoing Mizuki's pants, stroking the soft skin of his stomach and lower. Momo nudged the vampire's head slightly, kissing his ear softly, then tracing a line with one finger along his jaw.
Mizuki's eyes fluttered shut as he tipped his head back at the light finger tracing over his jaw. A pink tongue poked out of his lips as he licked them slowly, a low growl working its way up and out of his throat at the hand that was stroking him lower still. His hips started undulating slowly, body seeking pressure lower, lower, lower, damnit. Mizuki slid his hands down to rest them at Momoshiro's waist, dancing his fingers teasingly in underneath the waist before slipping them forward to undo them and peel the leather slowly away from that deliciously hard body.
His finger continued along its path, coming to rest on Mizuki's soft, shiny lips. Momoshiro applied a little pressure, moved his finger ever so slightly as he felt skilled fingers slipping into his pants. God, how he wanted this. How he wanted those fingers touching and teasing, how he wanted those lips kissing and caressing every inch of his heated skin. Momo inhaled sharply; his hand trailed down to Mizuki's hips and began to peel him out of his own clothing. For a moment everything was lost in a slow dance of tangled limbs. All he could hear was his own quickened breathing and an almost disconcerting lack thereof from the vampire. Fuck. This could get weird.
Soft lips parted as a finger traced along them, and Mizuki slowly sucked the digit in to his mouth, blue gaze flickering up to meet with violet. He chuckled quietly and low in his throat as he flicked his tongue around the finger in his mouth before allowing his eyes to slip closed. A low groan worked its way from his throat as he sucked on Momo's finger, even as his own slipped further in to the hunter's pants. Mizuki began to caress the tops of Momoshiro's thighs before starting to slowly push the leather downward. Oh, how he wanted to get to what was hidden beneath...
Momoshiro's mouth fell open slightly as Mizuki drew his finger in. Of course, the sensation of warmth, wetness, and fluttering touches served as a wonderfully stimulating preview of what was to come. Momo, now completely enthralled, groaned loudly at the fingers touching his thighs...no doubt Mizuki's desired effect. He withdrew the hand that was attempting to strip the vampire's clothing and calmly (well, as calmly as he could) pushed his own leather pants down further. It was difficult to resist the urge to do things too hastily; but he was enjoying this slower, almost cruel sequence of events.
A grin arching his lips, Mizuki let the finger slip from his mouth with one last lick. He pressed in close to the hunter and began placing slow, lazy kisses across hiss chest from one collarbone to the other, wanting so much to just...scrape him a little, but resisting brilliantly. His eyes flickered upward, blue peering up through dark, curled strands of hair, as Mizuki began to sink lower, lips now artfully attacking perked nipples that crowned one of the most glorious set of pecs he'd ever had the fortune to come across. He played with them for a moment before continuing to sink even lower, his hold on the hunter's pants helping with easing them down.
Unconsciously, Momo bit his lip lightly as Mizuki continued lower. His eyes were locked on the vampire's whenever possible because, damn it, it was so easy and so good and so beautifully dangerous to get lost in those eyes. A smile played across the hunter's own face as Mizuki's mouth effectively worshipped the muscles he'd sculpted through years of work. For once, he felt they were truly worth it. His body had never been so thoroughly attended to and-he reminded himself in a knee-weakening moment-there was so much left to be seen. The hand that had been hanging uselessly at his side, one cold and wet finger serving as sharp contrast to the heat he was feeling, was soon tangled in Mizuki's glossy black hair, encouraging him to continue lower.
Mizuki soon dropped down to his knees in front of the hunter, tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips slowly, eyes now on the proverbial prize. He finished pulling Momoshiro's pants down the rest of the way first, poking at him slightly in order to get the other to take his shoes off. Once that was accomplished, and once the pants were finally off and out of the way, he went back to his original goal and groaned happily. Oh, that was going to feel nice. Mizuki leaned forward and nuzzled against it a little before starting to place quick, feather light kisses up and down the length.
Momoshiro kicked his shoes off rapidly when prompted and let the slight pushiness slide...after all, he was pretty damn happy with where this was going. And gods, how good it felt to be out of those pants he'd been straining against for the better part of the night. He could feel a whine, a whimper, the least manly or appropriate sound he could possibly emit, building in his throat. Before he knew what was going on he was being nuzzled and kissed and fuck... it felt like heaven. It was soft, gentle, seductive... He couldn't help but stroke Mizuki's cheek softly with one hand as he ran fingers through that perfectly arranged hair. Momo finally allowed himself to groan softly as the Toreador continued, and his hips automatically moved ever so slightly forward.
Mm. Mizuki groaned as fingers ran through his hair, eyes fluttering slightly at the sensation as he tipped his head toward the touch. But he couldn't forget about the task he had started. His eyes came open again as he continued to kiss and lick all up and down the hunter's erection, pressing a firm kiss to the large vein, a quiet moan leaving him as it throbbed in time with Momoshiro's heartbeat. Mizuki nuzzled his lips against the head for a brief moment before slipping them around it, slowly, tauntingly starting to draw him in to his mouth.
There was a sharp intake of breath through Momoshiro's clenched teeth. It pained him to admit how skilled that tongue was (though, he imaged the vampire had no lack of experience) and how easily it drew throaty groans from deep inside of his body. His fingers tightened in the long, dark hair and he fought to control himself. It was more difficult than he expected to stop himself from thrusting forward into Mizuki's mouth, to let him take his time and just enjoy the sensations. Momo had never been a terribly patient guy, anyway, but this... The warm, wet feeling of perfect lips wrapped around the tip of his erection nearly sent him to his knees.
Yeah, well, experience tended to come when one was a thousand years old. Mizuki groaned around the hard length in his mouth as hands tightened even further in his hair, and he lifted his hands to place them on the hunter's hips. His fingers dug in to those hips as he moved his lips down further and further, opening his throat up to take in that delicious erection. When his nose came in contact with Momoshiro's hard stomach, he sucked back up to the tip again before slowly starting a rhythm.
He felt the warmth cover his length and squeezed his eyes shut reflexively. Momoshiro had sworn he had forgotten how good this could feel. The soft, nimble fingers resting now on his hips added to the sensory overload, almost tickling and teasing, then pressing, all serving to further enhance the heightened sensitivity that had him perched precariously on the edge of a proverbial knife. The enthralled hunter moaned loudly and let his head fall back slightly as he felt those last few centimeters being enclosed by Mizuki's mouth and they fell into an agreeable pattern of motion. As calmly as he could, he retained his grip on the Toreador's hair without forcing... This was a situation when finely tuned muscular control was useful for Momoshiro; he was able to respond just enough with small thrusts of his hips.
Mizuki wrapped his arms around Momoshiro's thighs and continued to bob his head back and forth, making agreeable little noises in the back of his throat. He finally pulled his head off after a while and proceeded to lick and lightly nibble up and down the length, humming appreciatively. The noises he was making were loud, wet, making sure to pull every sense in to the act. After a while he finally pulled back completely with one last quick lick to the head before starting to rise again, kissing his way back up Momoshiro's chest, stopping to toy with his collarbones again.
The hunter was overwhelmed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Mizuki continued; the slightest of caresses shot through his body like electricity and elicited a groan of pure satisfaction. It had been, in his very male opinion, far too long since he'd had a blowjob. And, okay, this guy was reading his every turn-on: he was a sound whore, and it was almost as if the vampire was reading his...oh, wait. Right. Anyway. Momoshiro's head snapped forward and his eyes flew open almost angrily when Mizuki stopped, and his fingers tightened slightly in the Toreador's hair. Oh, but the kissing was nice... "Okay, so you stopped..." He untangled his fingers from the dark locks and trailed the hand down to the vampire's backside, which he idly brushed his fingers against. "This is the part," he whispered breathily, "where you tell the non-mind reader what you want him to do."
Aaw, the hunter was mentally whining. That's so cute. Mizuki grinned slightly as he lifted his head all the way up, back arching so he could press his ass back against the hand now idly caressing it. He dropped his head back, groaning pleasantly at how promising this situation was turning out. A pink tongue parted his lips and he licked them quickly before chuckling quietly. "I think you should be able to figure it out yourself, Momoshiro-kun~" But Mizuki lifted his head back up anyway and pierced the hunter's gaze, a sultry little smile on his face. "But if you need a clue...I want you...to put that very hot cock of yours into my tight little ass and fuck me like it's your last day on Earth."
Yeah. That did it. Suddenly, muscular fingers were slipping inside of Mizuki's outrageously tight pants, brushing over his hips before tugging them down almost frantically. Did he have to wear such damn tight pants? Seriously. Annoying. Really annoying. So annoying, in fact, that Momoshiro found himself on his knees, pulling the pants down the last foot or so, having kissed his way slowly down the soft, pale skin of Mizuki's body. It was a beautiful body, delicate and near-perfect; it was impossible to resist touching the Toreador, kissing little patterns up and down his thighs while fingers swept across any expanse they could find. He was going to do exactly what Mizuki had said, once he stopped being so damn mesmerized.
"Because they accentuate my assets," Mizuki answered to the thoughts that managed to permeate his clouded brain. When they were down at his ankles, Mizuki finally kicked out of them and raked his fingers through Momoshiro's hair, tugging lightly. Now wasn't the time to be all...in awe. The hunter can admire his body when he's pounding into it. Mizuki caressed the hair under his fingers one last time before pulling away from Momoshiro with a grin. He turned around and sidled over to the low bed, lowering himself on to his knees and stretching forward with all the fluid grace of a cat. Mizuki arched his back, his ass swaying back and forth in the air, tempting the hunter closer.
Yep. Mind reader. And walking away. For a moment, Momoshiro simply stared, hunched down with his hands on the floor in front of him, at the way the pale skin was illuminated by the moonlight filtering in. When he saw Mizuki waggling himself around like some kind of strange... Well, something, he chuckled quietly and got up walked over to the bed. "You're not a normal one, are you? Not at all." His hands, only slightly roughened by life and work and years of cycling and tennis, hesitantly touched Mizuki's lower back. It was a soft touch, tentative, but confidence came quickly to Momo as his amethyst eyes traced the curve of the vampire's back and his hands followed. As necessity dictated, Momoshiro climbed onto the bed and let his body finally come into full, unhindered contact with Mizuki's.
"Normal is all relative," Mizuki purred out as he arched in to the touch along his back. He licked his lips slowly and turned his head to glance over his shoulder and into beautiful violet eyes. "And my relatives aren't normal." In fact...they were all undead! He curved his back up in order to press his body even more against Momoshiro's and let out a pleased little kittenish purr. "Such a strong body, Momoshiro-kun~. It feels great against mine..." Mizuki rolled his hips a touch, pressing himself back against the hardness settled against him. "Bet it'd feel good in me, too."
Once again, his eyes closed and his head lolled back as the vampire touched him, the deceptively soft skin belying the primal nature of such a creature's subsistence. Not that he cared, because he was about to get laid. Momoshiro kissed his way up that long, elegantly curved spine, admiring just how delightfully submissive and utterly sexual such a powerful being could be in that state. He reached one hand underneath Mizuki to grasp the other's hard length, but hesitated, face frozen in a stupid look that simply oozed lack of foresight. "Oh, fuck. Lube. Damn it." He hadn't really been expecting to get laid that night. Seriously.
Mizuki chuckled quietly at the mutter against his back, though the still hand on his cock was driving him absolutely insane. Either let go or move it, damnit. He sighed quietly as he pressed his hips back against the hunter hovering over him, head falling backward. "The drawer," Mizuki murmured, gyrating his hips just so, "this hotel...mm...specializes in this kind of thing. They're always...nngh...prepared." Mizuki licked his lips and tossed his head slightly before turning it and looking over his shoulder, eyes smoldering as they landed on Momoshiro. "I suggest you get it quickly before I," he arched his back with a soft sigh, "start the ride without you."
Lucky! Momoshiro leaned over and retrieved the small bottle quickly, and poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. "Handy little place, isn't it?" It would be easier, now, he thought... Simple process, established process, no surprises. He slipped one slick finger inside of the vampire, delving deep and caring little for finesse. It was obvious that Mizuki was well-versed in this: he relaxed more quickly than anyone Momo could remember, and was more than helpful in his movements. There was a brief attempt at coherent sentences on Momo's part that was quickly abandoned in favor of the task at hand. The hunter felt his own cock pulse as he slipped a second finger in, his impatience with his earlier hesitation lending a kind of frantic pace to his actions.
Oh, that was better. Much, much better. Mizuki let out a pleased little sigh as the first finger slipped inside him, his eyes sliding closed. He bowed his head forward and rested it against his arms, beginning to hum quietly. The slightly rough treatment was nothing short of positively stimulating, causing him to wriggle his hips back against the fingers within him. Mizuki nipped at the inside of his mouth, fangs biting through soft flesh, and he moaned as his own blood dribbled down his throat. "Oh, Momoshiro-kun...more."
Simple enough request. "More, eh?" A low chuckle rose from Momoshiro's throat, even though the sound of his name startled him slightly. The experience was so... deliciously personal, raw, and real, yet so strangely detached. Stop thinking so fucking much and just DO IT. He moved his hand rhythmically, coaxing the vampire's tight muscles to relax with his fingers, now and then adjusting the angle just slightly to get a certain moan to fall from that bleeding mouth. Once he felt ready--and it was really more about his own readiness at that point--he withdrew his fingers and slathered his pulsing length with lubricant. There was a moment where he held his breath, the moment in which he positioned himself behind Mizuki and realization hit him in a beautiful, euphoric wave. Fuck. Yes.
"Mm!" Mizuki resisted the need to bite on to something, because he'd really rather not deal with a bleeding arm at the moment, and instead buried his face against the bed itself to muffle the long groan that left him. Oh, but this was leaving him feeling just so deliciously full. Mizuki groaned as he lifted his head away from the bed once Momoshiro was all the way in him, fingers digging in to the bedding beneath him. (Thankfully, the cut in his mouth had already healed, so there was no blood present. While it wouldn't bother him, it might be a minor mood breaker for the poor hunter.) He squirmed his hips and purred. "So good..."
The curve of Mizuki's back as he raised himself off the bed was just... Poetic. Beautiful. Something unearthly, mesmerizing, and incredibly hot, like everything the damn vampire did. Momoshiro drew in a shaky breath through his teeth as their bodies adjusted to being joined in such a way. It felt almost too good to begin thrusting into the smaller body before him, a body built so perfectly and delicately that it seemed he might break it... which only made him thrust harder as he went on. What if he could break it, or at least make it moan and purr and scream... His rough hands gripped the deceptively fragile-looking hips as he continued.
And purr it would, too. Mizuki may as well have been bastet for how feline his movements were, which he thanked all of the artistic training he'd received over the last millennia for. He scrambled at the bedding beneath him, resisting the urge to let out a cry when the hunter started to really give in to the overriding pleasure. Mizuki turned his head to the side and let it rest on one arm before snaking his other hand down under his body, grabbing at his lightly bouncing cock to begin stroking it at almost the same desperate rhythm he was being pounded into with. Oh, but this was all just so...damn...good.
Momoshiro drew in a hissing breath through his teeth as he pounded Mizuki. It wasn't as if he was new to the whole sex thing, but gods, did he have to be so divinely tight? He leaned forward slightly, bringing more skin-to-skin contact into the game and changing the angle of penetration slightly. One hand still dug into the vampire's hip while the other snaked around to enclose Mizuki's own, flicking fingertips onto the little patches of skin that came uncovered as he stroked wildly. They had settled into an almost painfully harsh rhythm, a frantic dance that seemed like it would stop the world when it ended. The hunter moaned loudly, panting in time to his own thrusts and forgetting everything but the heat, the sound, and the motion.
Oh by the gods. Momoshiro was good at this. Damn good at this. Of course, it could have been (and probably was) just pure hormones driving those hips forward, causing that sound of flesh on flesh, but hey, hormones were good. Very good, especially if they produced results like this. Mizuki was scrambling at the sheets, suddenly glad that he didn't have to breathe, or he'd be panting like mad at the moment. "Oh, fuck," he ground out as his grip threatened to rip the sheets apart. "So...good...Momo...shiro...I can't...I...I can't..." God. Fucking. Damn. So close...
It was more than hormones. It was desperation, confusion, excitement, and everything that it shouldn't have been, especially with a vampire, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered but the contact, the tightness, and the voice. The stuttering, shuddering, high voice of pure bliss and as much submission as the hunter would ever hear. Power trip and nice, solid fucking in one package. Life was better than he had thought. The scrabbling Mizuki was making this harder to finish... The hand on Mizuki's hip was now gripped firmly around his shoulder, nails digging in slightly as the pace built up and lulled in the final frantic seconds of their dance. Momoshiro's heated flesh was pressed against the vampire's smooth skin. "What... the fuck... are you waiting for? Come already!"
"Just waiting...on...you..." Mizuki ground out as he buried his face in the sheets. A keening wail began working its way out of his throat (had he not been burying his face, the sound might have hurt) as the pressure inside his body built and finally, something just seemed to snap. He threw his head back and yelled as he came, bright white light blocking out his vision as all of that energy just broke. White spilled onto the sheets beneath him, and he had to fight to keep himself up on his knees and not just flatten out. The poor sheets had, by this time, been torn apart, Mizuki's grip having finally ripped open a giant hole.
Momoshiro held Mizuki in place as firmly as he could, intending to keep up his pace and rhythm for a bit longer, but the sight and sound of the other's climax was too much. "God... damn... fuck." A flash of annoyance shot through the hunter's mind as the full impact of the scene overwhelmed him. For a moment he knew of nothing but the sound of his own breathing, drawn in panting, exhaled with curses and groans. He thrust almost violently into the smaller frame before him, biting his lip hard to keep from releasing whatever primal sound was building in his throat. A blindingly intense orgasm coursed through him, as muscles tensed, fingers dug into whatever they could grasp, and he finally let loose a long, low moan against Mizuki's back.
After an interval of several seconds (or minutes--he couldn't tell in that state), a grinning Momoshiro rolled onto his back beside his spent partner. "Shit," he said, slightly above a whisper, still trying to steady his breath. "I mean... Damn. Hoo." With a light chuckle, Momo ran his shaking fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. He definitely didn't remember sex ever being that good before.
Oh. Fucking. God. Mizuki groaned and collapsed (scooting to the side a little to avoid the mess on the sheets), one arm flopping over Momoshiro's sweat slicked, heaving chest. He licked his lips slowly, trying to calm down, but also trying to not drift off. Falling asleep here would be a Very Bad Thing. His head came up and he leaned sideways over the hunter, bending his head down to press their lips together. Mizuki gave the other's bottom lip a playful little nip (nowhere near enough to break the skin) and he leaned back, grinning down at him. "You're very good at that, Momoshiro-kun." Of course, had Mizuki been human, he'd be twenty different levels of sore right about now. Thankfully, he wasn't, and instead just felt very, very satisfied and content.
The feeling of lips pressed to his own wasn't what he expected at all, after all of that. Momoshiro's eyes flew open and he stared at Mizuki. "Eh. I am? Oh, yeah," he blushed ever so slightly. "Yeah, I am." Well, of course he wasn't going to cuddle with him, but the kiss wasn't so bad. None of it, in fact, had been bad. It had been rather mind-blowingly amazing, thanks. Of course, even as he reached up to tangle his fingers in Mizuki's dark hair, pulling him down for another ferocious kiss, he knew that in a matter of minutes they would both be gone. It would be as though nothing happened, really. The whole damn affair--a hunter sleeping with a vampire, for fuck's sake!--was terribly taboo. Momoshiro decided that he liked taboos, on occasion. He was exhausted, but it felt so very, very good that he really didn't care.
Mizuki purred quietly at both the hand in his hair and the fierce kiss before pulling back with an almost mournful sigh. He eventually pushed himself up and rolled over, thunking his feet to the floor as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "As much as I would love to just lie here," (Mizuki really was a cuddle-whore, though sleeping with someone outside of his home, or who didn't know what he was, made it rather difficult), "I'm afraid they wouldn't take too kindly to finding a body that's more or less dead lying in one of their beds tomorrow. And it's getting so terribly close to sunrise." Mizuki hauled himself up to his feet and began to pad quietly around the room, wincing only slightly as sharp, pleasurable pain raced up his spine. He gathered his clothes quietly, pulling them on as he found them.
Blinking hard, Momoshiro sat up. "Yeah. Imagine it's pretty late," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head and standing up to gather his own things. Surely he could think of something better to say than that? He thought very seriously about retrieving his cigarettes for a moment, but instead simply sighed quietly. Might as well get the hell out of here before the guilt sets in, or something. Try as he might, it was impossible not to stare at Mizuki as he dressed. There was something so surreal about the way the moonlight played across that porcelain skin that confounded the hunter. "I... uh." He stared at his feet for a moment, toeing a knot in the carpet. "Thanks," he said once he'd pulled his pants back on, looking up at Mizuki again, "but... uh... try to stay away from the kids next time?"
A light, almost musical laugh left Mizuki as he finished squirming back into his pants, buttoning the top of them. He stepped over toward Momoshiro and slowly slid his hands over broad shoulders, letting his fingers idly lace together behind his neck. Mizuki leaned up, one leg sliding between the hunter's to rub lightly against him. He chuckled quietly and placed light, teasing, nibbling kisses against those lovely lips. Light sparked behind blue eyes and he chuckled again, a grin spreading across his face. "I make no promises, Momoshiro-kun~." Smirking, he pulled back rather abruptly and made his way over to the door, a hand resting on the knob. He paused and turned around, smiling. "I do hope we run into each other again. A repeat performance really wouldn't be a terrible thing." With a wink, Mizuki pulled the door open and was gone.
Repeat performance, eh? Not a bad idea. Not bad at all. It wasn't as if he'd really expected the vampire to even acknowledge his parting comment; he'd said it more for himself than anything. It was, he thought as he buttoned his shirt, a reminder and a warning: always the hunter and the hunted, and neither so human as perhaps they ought to be. Shaking his head, the tapped out a cigarette. He'd light it later, by his bike, before he made that short ride home, before he prepared himself for the looks at work that he always got after they knew he'd been out. No stories this time, just a smile. As he walked back to the front desk to turn the key in, Momoshiro silently saluted the dark sky. He'd never been so grateful to be stood up in his life.