[FIC] - Shaped - Tora/Hiroto - PG-13 - Chapter 9
Title: Shaped
Chapter: 9/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Vampire!Tora
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somehow, this is oh so different. This time, Tora starts to have some dirty thoughts. Good boy.
Prologue → 01 → 02 → 03 → 04 → 05 → 06 → 07 → 08 → 09
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It was some time between three and four in the morning. Tora didn’t care anymore what time exactly.
He was sitting on the ground, his back against the couch.
When he got home, he didn’t know. All he knew, was that he sat down here to think.
Tora pulled his legs up against his chest, resting his chin on his knees.
He wasn’t damned to live his life - death - whatever it was - alone, was he? And even if anyone dared to tell him that, he wasn’t willing to accept such a fate.
If it meant to learn how to control himself, how to do as little damage as possible, he’d try whatever there was left for him.
And, as much as he annoyed him, he didn’t want to hurt Hiroto. Not him of all people.
- - -
”You’re leaving already?” Hiroto, a little shocked by the sudden move, looked up at Tora who put on his jacket in a hurry.
“I have to.” Tora avoided eye-contact for a good reason. He just came here, and yes, he felt sorry for leaving so quickly, but he didn’t know what this certain feeling was that he got being near Hiroto’s perfume - or whatever it was - and he wasn’t willing to test it.
“Wait!” Hiroto called out, ignoring the grim look he earned by tugging on Tora’s sleeve.
“I’m sorry if I upset you.”
The tall man sighed. “It’s not your fault.” He carefully pulled his arm free. He only now noticed the black, cracked nailpolish on two of Hiroto’s fingers. “I just…”, another sigh, a hint of pain in it this time.
“Could I… have your number?” At least he tried.
Tora snorted. “I don’t even have a phone.”
“Well then, you can have my number, in case you need someone to talk to, someone to have a drink with, you know.” He pulled out a small permanent marker.
- - -
Turning the Zippo in his hands, Tora laid his head back onto the soft cushions of the
couch. Hiroto had written his phone number on the small, bright red lighter. He’d have to get himself a new mobile phone, now. His last one ended up down the river
after his nth attempt to contact his maker, if that was what he was supposed to call him, anyway.
He gave up on that one for now. He had to look forward. He could manage this on his own.
Not that he had choice in this.
- - -
Hiroto stood still. His head bend backwards, looking up at the trees’ leaves moving in the chill breeze. The sound wasn’t soft, it was dry and rustling. It was fall and the fresh green turned into deep red.
There was a chance that Tora would call him, right? A chance.
He’d always been one wit strong believes. Now, though, he wasn’t so sure of the outcome of his enthusiastic stubbornness.
He pulled his phone out. Just a text message from Nao, the usual rambling about some dish at some restaurant.
A picture of a tree getting itself ready for winter, barely visible in the dim street
lights, he’d love that, but the camera on his phone just won’t catch the scene in such a dim light.
He patted his pockets, looking for a small box filled with cigarettes. He needed a smoke, it would make him think clearer, more coherent for himself.
Hiroto released a painful sigh. He had no lighter.
- - -
“What is it with you, being so protective over Hiroto?” Kenzo asked, drying a flute with multicoloured dishtowel.
“Jealous, are we?” Aki retorted, smirking at his cook.
The answer was a towel thrown at the blonde’s head. “Yeah, right.”
“That tall guy is creepy, that’s all.”
Kenzo snorted. “Maybe he’d stop looking at you all creepy if you’d stop staring at him all night.”
“Oh, come on! Who hogs the sex booth for weeks and never picks anyone up?” Aki threw the towel back.
Kenzo caught the flying object with his left hand. “Well, I’d say Hiroto picked him up.”
“Which is exactly my problem!” The bartender huffed.
“It’s not like he’s a playground-watching pedophile.”
“Just a bar-watching creep, then, how good for me.” Aki crossed his arms.
Kenzo rolled his eyes. “He’s not making trouble, as far as I know.”
“…No, he’s not.” Aki averted his gaze.
“See, calm down, Hiroto is a tough creature, he can handle him on his own.” He turned back to the sink.
Arms wound around his chest.
“I just hope you’re right.” Aki pressed his right cheek against Kenzo’s shoulder. He’d always come back to Kenzo for comfort. “I just don’t want him to lose his virginity to such a shady guy:”
The cook burst into hysteric, loud laughter. “Where the heck did you get that idea from?”
He was shaking with mirth. The fact that Aki was hitting him in exasperation just made him laugh harder. “Oh my god.”
- - -
Tora prepared himself for sleep, closing curtains, letting the shades down, changing into black pyjama bottoms. He still fingered the Zippo until he put it down on his night stand after he switched off the main light, leaving only an indirect one from behind his headboard, dim and soft.
For a while, he sat there, on the edge of his broad futon bed, face cover in his hands, trying to shut up his train of thoughts nagging him relentlessly.
- - -
Still wandering aimlessly, Hiroto got a little lost with himself.
That tall man was getting to him.
There was a big part of a pure aesthetic interest from an artist’s point of view. He
couldn’t deny sexual interest, though. Then, there was sympathy. He felt that Tora could use some company.
And Hiroto wanted to help.
He wanted to hear that laughter again, that smile he saw this night; even the look he wasn’t able to name as Tora had come close for that scent he had been talking about.
Just for a moment, there, he had believed that Tora was about to bite him.
- - -
He couldn’t sleep. He was twisting and turning and kicking his black and purple checkered sheets. His thoughts were too damn loud. Too persistent.
That scent was still in his nose.
Tora wanted to get close to it again.
He wanted to know how it would taste.
He couldn’t help it. His mind seemed to have a life on its own. Tora imaged it, how it could have happened in the bar, teeth scraping the skin on Hiroto’s neck. He could have pulled him onto the table for what he was, his drink, blood. Fangs would have pierced through that lightly tanned skin, right where neck and shoulder met. It would have felt warm against his lips. The blood would have been warm all the way down his throat, pooling in his stomach. He would have felt it warming him, wouldn’t he?
In his imagination, Hiroto would have liked it. That boy, splayed beneath Tora, moaning at each gulp of blood drained from his body.
Unlike the first and last time Tora was bitten. It had been painful, despite all rambled promises. He had felt those sharp teeth digging through his flesh, breaking through skin and muscle, pushing against a sinew.
If that fucker would just pick up his damn phone!
- - -
Somehow, Hiroto had found his way up a hill, trying to catch a glimpse on a handful of stars.
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I know this is late, but at least I try to keep updating :P
Beta'ed by the lovely Lhunuial this time!
Chapter: 9/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Vampire!Tora
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somehow, this is oh so different. This time, Tora starts to have some dirty thoughts. Good boy.
Prologue → 01 → 02 → 03 → 04 → 05 → 06 → 07 → 08 → 09
Rainchaser's Archive
________________________________________
It was some time between three and four in the morning. Tora didn’t care anymore what time exactly.
He was sitting on the ground, his back against the couch.
When he got home, he didn’t know. All he knew, was that he sat down here to think.
Tora pulled his legs up against his chest, resting his chin on his knees.
He wasn’t damned to live his life - death - whatever it was - alone, was he? And even if anyone dared to tell him that, he wasn’t willing to accept such a fate.
If it meant to learn how to control himself, how to do as little damage as possible, he’d try whatever there was left for him.
And, as much as he annoyed him, he didn’t want to hurt Hiroto. Not him of all people.
- - -
”You’re leaving already?” Hiroto, a little shocked by the sudden move, looked up at Tora who put on his jacket in a hurry.
“I have to.” Tora avoided eye-contact for a good reason. He just came here, and yes, he felt sorry for leaving so quickly, but he didn’t know what this certain feeling was that he got being near Hiroto’s perfume - or whatever it was - and he wasn’t willing to test it.
“Wait!” Hiroto called out, ignoring the grim look he earned by tugging on Tora’s sleeve.
“I’m sorry if I upset you.”
The tall man sighed. “It’s not your fault.” He carefully pulled his arm free. He only now noticed the black, cracked nailpolish on two of Hiroto’s fingers. “I just…”, another sigh, a hint of pain in it this time.
“Could I… have your number?” At least he tried.
Tora snorted. “I don’t even have a phone.”
“Well then, you can have my number, in case you need someone to talk to, someone to have a drink with, you know.” He pulled out a small permanent marker.
- - -
Turning the Zippo in his hands, Tora laid his head back onto the soft cushions of the
couch. Hiroto had written his phone number on the small, bright red lighter. He’d have to get himself a new mobile phone, now. His last one ended up down the river
after his nth attempt to contact his maker, if that was what he was supposed to call him, anyway.
He gave up on that one for now. He had to look forward. He could manage this on his own.
Not that he had choice in this.
- - -
Hiroto stood still. His head bend backwards, looking up at the trees’ leaves moving in the chill breeze. The sound wasn’t soft, it was dry and rustling. It was fall and the fresh green turned into deep red.
There was a chance that Tora would call him, right? A chance.
He’d always been one wit strong believes. Now, though, he wasn’t so sure of the outcome of his enthusiastic stubbornness.
He pulled his phone out. Just a text message from Nao, the usual rambling about some dish at some restaurant.
A picture of a tree getting itself ready for winter, barely visible in the dim street
lights, he’d love that, but the camera on his phone just won’t catch the scene in such a dim light.
He patted his pockets, looking for a small box filled with cigarettes. He needed a smoke, it would make him think clearer, more coherent for himself.
Hiroto released a painful sigh. He had no lighter.
- - -
“What is it with you, being so protective over Hiroto?” Kenzo asked, drying a flute with multicoloured dishtowel.
“Jealous, are we?” Aki retorted, smirking at his cook.
The answer was a towel thrown at the blonde’s head. “Yeah, right.”
“That tall guy is creepy, that’s all.”
Kenzo snorted. “Maybe he’d stop looking at you all creepy if you’d stop staring at him all night.”
“Oh, come on! Who hogs the sex booth for weeks and never picks anyone up?” Aki threw the towel back.
Kenzo caught the flying object with his left hand. “Well, I’d say Hiroto picked him up.”
“Which is exactly my problem!” The bartender huffed.
“It’s not like he’s a playground-watching pedophile.”
“Just a bar-watching creep, then, how good for me.” Aki crossed his arms.
Kenzo rolled his eyes. “He’s not making trouble, as far as I know.”
“…No, he’s not.” Aki averted his gaze.
“See, calm down, Hiroto is a tough creature, he can handle him on his own.” He turned back to the sink.
Arms wound around his chest.
“I just hope you’re right.” Aki pressed his right cheek against Kenzo’s shoulder. He’d always come back to Kenzo for comfort. “I just don’t want him to lose his virginity to such a shady guy:”
The cook burst into hysteric, loud laughter. “Where the heck did you get that idea from?”
He was shaking with mirth. The fact that Aki was hitting him in exasperation just made him laugh harder. “Oh my god.”
- - -
Tora prepared himself for sleep, closing curtains, letting the shades down, changing into black pyjama bottoms. He still fingered the Zippo until he put it down on his night stand after he switched off the main light, leaving only an indirect one from behind his headboard, dim and soft.
For a while, he sat there, on the edge of his broad futon bed, face cover in his hands, trying to shut up his train of thoughts nagging him relentlessly.
- - -
Still wandering aimlessly, Hiroto got a little lost with himself.
That tall man was getting to him.
There was a big part of a pure aesthetic interest from an artist’s point of view. He
couldn’t deny sexual interest, though. Then, there was sympathy. He felt that Tora could use some company.
And Hiroto wanted to help.
He wanted to hear that laughter again, that smile he saw this night; even the look he wasn’t able to name as Tora had come close for that scent he had been talking about.
Just for a moment, there, he had believed that Tora was about to bite him.
- - -
He couldn’t sleep. He was twisting and turning and kicking his black and purple checkered sheets. His thoughts were too damn loud. Too persistent.
That scent was still in his nose.
Tora wanted to get close to it again.
He wanted to know how it would taste.
He couldn’t help it. His mind seemed to have a life on its own. Tora imaged it, how it could have happened in the bar, teeth scraping the skin on Hiroto’s neck. He could have pulled him onto the table for what he was, his drink, blood. Fangs would have pierced through that lightly tanned skin, right where neck and shoulder met. It would have felt warm against his lips. The blood would have been warm all the way down his throat, pooling in his stomach. He would have felt it warming him, wouldn’t he?
In his imagination, Hiroto would have liked it. That boy, splayed beneath Tora, moaning at each gulp of blood drained from his body.
Unlike the first and last time Tora was bitten. It had been painful, despite all rambled promises. He had felt those sharp teeth digging through his flesh, breaking through skin and muscle, pushing against a sinew.
If that fucker would just pick up his damn phone!
- - -
Somehow, Hiroto had found his way up a hill, trying to catch a glimpse on a handful of stars.
________________________________________
← Previous.
→Next.
________________________________________
I know this is late, but at least I try to keep updating :P
Beta'ed by the lovely Lhunuial this time!