the sacrament
Title: The Sacrament
Pairing/Group: Ueda Tatsuya/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; Monster Night PV AU, blood and monsters
Word Count: 1446
Summary: Yuichi has never been a fan of dinner parties.
Notes: Written for chuckles0505 for the jpnforph fundraiser.
[even more notes]
Many thanks to the ever-excellent je_levy for keeping me in line, and for also writing in this universe, and for having loads of excellent brain-places. Oh, the places we will go; the places indeed.
Really this wouldn't have been possible without chuckles0505's excellent request (or without the PV either, of course).
"I hate your parties." Yuichi rolled over, burrowing deeper into the blankets and furs he was huddled under. It was getting close to sunrise; it made him sluggish even though there were still a few scant hours of darkness.
The bed dipped behind him; he was almost overwhelmed with the lingering stench of too many bodies pressed too close together for too long, too much drink, too much excess.
"I shooed them all away though." Too-hot arms snaked around him; metal chains and silky fur pressed against his bare skin. Yuichi relaxed into the embrace.
*
It hadn't always been such a comfortable existence for Yuichi. He'd started life a mortal, just another human in a tiny village.
He'd had a nice enough life; a cozy cottage, a gramophone. Creature comforts.
That had changed, quickly, and all because of his own folly. Reason. He hadn't believed in foolishness and had gotten snatched from his home, dragged away by a strange creature.
It had been utterly terrifying.
It had been utterly freeing, in the end.
*
Sharp teeth scraped along Yuichi's shoulder; Tatsuya's steel-tipped fingers dragged down his chest. He sighed, arching his neck in invitation.
"Hurry," he whispered. Yuichi knew it would do no good, though-- he could smell Tatsuya's hunger, could almost feel it as if it were his own.
Tatsuya's fangs lengthened as he finally bit Yuichi, retracing the faint scar from where he'd bled out all those years ago. Claiming him, as if Yuichi had ever belonged to anyone else. As if he’d ever wanted to belong to someone else.
*
The first few nights in the castle had been unsettling. Unfamiliar corridors, unnerving sounds, unsettling looks from Tatsuya's lackey and numerous guests.
They'd all marvelled at him at that first banquet. Yuichi hadn't dared look anyone in the eye; he'd accidentally done it once and the wretched thing had disappeared abruptly. So had Tatsuya; there had been an unmistakable and bone-chilling howl, and after a lengthy silence, only Tatsuya had returned.
He'd gotten a slow once-over then, the sort that made fire run in his veins.
*
Yuichi moaned as Tatsuya's teeth kept worrying his neck. Once upon a time, it had been his greatest fear; now it was something to look forward to. A new creature comfort.
He rolled to face Tatsuya, delighting in the little whine he let out when he had to let go. Yuichi slipped both hands under Tatsuya's furs, letting his cold fingers linger as he pushed the vest off.
Obediently, Tatsuya stood, pulling his loose shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. Yuichi sat up, propping his head on one arm as he watched the slow and deliberate way Tatsuya unfastened his pants. The leather faintly creaked as it fell to the floor, accompanied by the jingle of Tatsuya’s chains and pendants.
This time, he nearly pounced on Yuichi. His eyes flashed red and his claws drew angry welts down Yuichi’s pale sides.
“Devour me.” Yuichi grabbed at Tatsuya’s hair, fingers scrabbling at the black strands, tugging his ears.
Tatsuya growled low in his throat, surging forward to meet Yuichi’s lips. They crashed together, biting each other more than kissing, sharpened fangs drawing blood. So similar, yet different, Yuichi slid his hands lower, gripping Tatsuya’s shoulders with bruising force; it would be so easy to break him.
Yuichi nipped at Tatsuya’s lips one last time, catching the lower one between his fangs and drawing a pinprick taste of blood before urging him down his chest. The chains and pendants preceded Tatsuya’s tongue and teeth. Yuichi moaned; had it still been beating in the human fashion, his heart would be racing.
Tatsuya scraped his canines down the center of Yuichi’s chest, the rough flat of his tongue almost torture. He groaned in encouragement, gasping when those teeth broke the skin and were followed almost delicately by claws. Almost immediately the wounds healed once Tatsuya let go of them to move on, to bite lower and lower until he nuzzled Yuichi’s hip, wilfully ignoring his erection.
It took just one harsh yank against Tatsuya’s necklaces to spur him into action. His eyes flashed up at Yuichi before he leaned down, barely suckling the tip of his cock.
“You’d best hurry,” Yuichi murmured, drawing one thumb along the red slash scrawled across Tatsuya’s cheek. “Or do you want me to tear this open? I am a little parched.”
That earned him a low growl, almost a laugh, that shook him to the core. Tatsuya lifted his head and leaned into Yuichi’s palm, wicked as he answered. “I’d like for you to try.”
*
Yuichi hadn't always been so comfortable in his existence.
The first few days had been agony; his insides churned and the weakest candlelight had burned. He had really wished for the end, had even resented Tatsuya and his greedy wish for forever.
It had taken months for Yuichi to return to something like his normal self, though normal now meant blood for sustenance.
*
Tatsuya nipped at Yuichi's thumb one last time before leaning forward again, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Yuichi sighed, gentle as he threaded his fingers into Tatsuya's hair. He held him in place, Tatsuya's warmth almost too much.
Warm wet heat contrasted with the cool steel of Tatsuya's claws as they gently scraped down his thighs. Slowly, almost insidiously, they crept back up, closer and closer to his crease.
It was a shock, pleasant when the first sharp edge eased him open. Yuichi arched up, spreading his legs farther apart in invitation. Tatsuya sucked harder and pressed further in, his claw unyielding against Yuichi’s flesh.
“Harder,” Yuichi murmured, pulling Tatsuya’s hair in emphasis.
Tatsuya growled low in his throat, sending shivers up Yuichi’s spine as he obeyed. This time it wasn’t as gentle, one tentative claw becoming two. They dragged and pulled at the tender insides of Yuichi, just enough for it to be a comfortable slide. It hurt, but the edge of it reminded Yuichi that they were nearly unbreakable.
He whined as Tatsuya pulled away, lips shining with wet. For one blazing moment, Tatsuya simply looked down at Yuichi as if he were just another tasty morsel; then it passed and he surged forward, burying himself deep inside Yuichi.
The echoes of Tatsuya’s pulse shook Yuichi as they paused between breaths; finally Yuichi wrapped one leg around Tatsuya’s waist, spurring him to action. A hint of wine lingered on Tatsuya’s breath, mixing with his forest fire scent. Yuichi breathed it in deeply, drawing him down to bury his face in the side of his neck. He didn’t hesitate to dig his teeth into Tatsuya’s neck, his tongue lapping at the blood that seeped between his fangs. Tatsuya tasted like the heat of a forest fire, inexorable and ancient in its power. Yuichi had never tasted anything else like it; it was always an offering he savored.
Above him, Tatsuya growled, his hips pumping harder as he snarled. He allowed Yuichi a few moments to get a proper drink, unable to keep his own teeth from Yuichi’s neck. He sank his teeth into the silvery scar he’d made years ago, reopening it for another taste.
Yuichi’s teeth clenched harder as Tatsuya’s rough tongue worried at his neck. He pulled away for a moment, groaning as he rolled his own hips against Tatsuya’s, grinding his cock against his stomach. That earned him a sharp nip, and Tatsuya pressed their lips together, licking his own blood from Yuichi’s mouth.
The way their blood mingled together sent Yuichi into a frenzy as he pulled Tatsuya down once more. He dragged his teeth along Tatsuya’s neck, closing them where his pulse was strongest; his fingers snaked back into his hair and pulled, hard, earning a scrape of claws down his chest.
After that Yuichi could barely keep up, surrounded by Tatsuya’s heat and scent and drinking him down, hips moving of their own volition. Tatsuya’s pace was faltering, his pulse weakening, and Yuichi let him go the moment his vision clouded with starburst static. Scant seconds later, Tatsuya stilled, gasping as he finished, his release almost scalding.
They lay entwined, breathing in each other as the first weak rays of sunlight rose over the horizon. Yuichi tangled his legs with Tatsuya’s, sighing as the heavy blankets were pulled over him. Before he drifted off to sleep, he heard a self-satisfied chuckle.
“We’ll be having a private party tomorrow night. You pick the guests.”
“Fine,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the whisper of the bed curtains being drawn against the morning. “Just you.”
Pairing/Group: Ueda Tatsuya/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; Monster Night PV AU, blood and monsters
Word Count: 1446
Summary: Yuichi has never been a fan of dinner parties.
Notes: Written for chuckles0505 for the jpnforph fundraiser.
[even more notes]
Many thanks to the ever-excellent je_levy for keeping me in line, and for also writing in this universe, and for having loads of excellent brain-places. Oh, the places we will go; the places indeed.
Really this wouldn't have been possible without chuckles0505's excellent request (or without the PV either, of course).
"I hate your parties." Yuichi rolled over, burrowing deeper into the blankets and furs he was huddled under. It was getting close to sunrise; it made him sluggish even though there were still a few scant hours of darkness.
The bed dipped behind him; he was almost overwhelmed with the lingering stench of too many bodies pressed too close together for too long, too much drink, too much excess.
"I shooed them all away though." Too-hot arms snaked around him; metal chains and silky fur pressed against his bare skin. Yuichi relaxed into the embrace.
*
It hadn't always been such a comfortable existence for Yuichi. He'd started life a mortal, just another human in a tiny village.
He'd had a nice enough life; a cozy cottage, a gramophone. Creature comforts.
That had changed, quickly, and all because of his own folly. Reason. He hadn't believed in foolishness and had gotten snatched from his home, dragged away by a strange creature.
It had been utterly terrifying.
It had been utterly freeing, in the end.
*
Sharp teeth scraped along Yuichi's shoulder; Tatsuya's steel-tipped fingers dragged down his chest. He sighed, arching his neck in invitation.
"Hurry," he whispered. Yuichi knew it would do no good, though-- he could smell Tatsuya's hunger, could almost feel it as if it were his own.
Tatsuya's fangs lengthened as he finally bit Yuichi, retracing the faint scar from where he'd bled out all those years ago. Claiming him, as if Yuichi had ever belonged to anyone else. As if he’d ever wanted to belong to someone else.
*
The first few nights in the castle had been unsettling. Unfamiliar corridors, unnerving sounds, unsettling looks from Tatsuya's lackey and numerous guests.
They'd all marvelled at him at that first banquet. Yuichi hadn't dared look anyone in the eye; he'd accidentally done it once and the wretched thing had disappeared abruptly. So had Tatsuya; there had been an unmistakable and bone-chilling howl, and after a lengthy silence, only Tatsuya had returned.
He'd gotten a slow once-over then, the sort that made fire run in his veins.
*
Yuichi moaned as Tatsuya's teeth kept worrying his neck. Once upon a time, it had been his greatest fear; now it was something to look forward to. A new creature comfort.
He rolled to face Tatsuya, delighting in the little whine he let out when he had to let go. Yuichi slipped both hands under Tatsuya's furs, letting his cold fingers linger as he pushed the vest off.
Obediently, Tatsuya stood, pulling his loose shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. Yuichi sat up, propping his head on one arm as he watched the slow and deliberate way Tatsuya unfastened his pants. The leather faintly creaked as it fell to the floor, accompanied by the jingle of Tatsuya’s chains and pendants.
This time, he nearly pounced on Yuichi. His eyes flashed red and his claws drew angry welts down Yuichi’s pale sides.
“Devour me.” Yuichi grabbed at Tatsuya’s hair, fingers scrabbling at the black strands, tugging his ears.
Tatsuya growled low in his throat, surging forward to meet Yuichi’s lips. They crashed together, biting each other more than kissing, sharpened fangs drawing blood. So similar, yet different, Yuichi slid his hands lower, gripping Tatsuya’s shoulders with bruising force; it would be so easy to break him.
Yuichi nipped at Tatsuya’s lips one last time, catching the lower one between his fangs and drawing a pinprick taste of blood before urging him down his chest. The chains and pendants preceded Tatsuya’s tongue and teeth. Yuichi moaned; had it still been beating in the human fashion, his heart would be racing.
Tatsuya scraped his canines down the center of Yuichi’s chest, the rough flat of his tongue almost torture. He groaned in encouragement, gasping when those teeth broke the skin and were followed almost delicately by claws. Almost immediately the wounds healed once Tatsuya let go of them to move on, to bite lower and lower until he nuzzled Yuichi’s hip, wilfully ignoring his erection.
It took just one harsh yank against Tatsuya’s necklaces to spur him into action. His eyes flashed up at Yuichi before he leaned down, barely suckling the tip of his cock.
“You’d best hurry,” Yuichi murmured, drawing one thumb along the red slash scrawled across Tatsuya’s cheek. “Or do you want me to tear this open? I am a little parched.”
That earned him a low growl, almost a laugh, that shook him to the core. Tatsuya lifted his head and leaned into Yuichi’s palm, wicked as he answered. “I’d like for you to try.”
*
Yuichi hadn't always been so comfortable in his existence.
The first few days had been agony; his insides churned and the weakest candlelight had burned. He had really wished for the end, had even resented Tatsuya and his greedy wish for forever.
It had taken months for Yuichi to return to something like his normal self, though normal now meant blood for sustenance.
*
Tatsuya nipped at Yuichi's thumb one last time before leaning forward again, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Yuichi sighed, gentle as he threaded his fingers into Tatsuya's hair. He held him in place, Tatsuya's warmth almost too much.
Warm wet heat contrasted with the cool steel of Tatsuya's claws as they gently scraped down his thighs. Slowly, almost insidiously, they crept back up, closer and closer to his crease.
It was a shock, pleasant when the first sharp edge eased him open. Yuichi arched up, spreading his legs farther apart in invitation. Tatsuya sucked harder and pressed further in, his claw unyielding against Yuichi’s flesh.
“Harder,” Yuichi murmured, pulling Tatsuya’s hair in emphasis.
Tatsuya growled low in his throat, sending shivers up Yuichi’s spine as he obeyed. This time it wasn’t as gentle, one tentative claw becoming two. They dragged and pulled at the tender insides of Yuichi, just enough for it to be a comfortable slide. It hurt, but the edge of it reminded Yuichi that they were nearly unbreakable.
He whined as Tatsuya pulled away, lips shining with wet. For one blazing moment, Tatsuya simply looked down at Yuichi as if he were just another tasty morsel; then it passed and he surged forward, burying himself deep inside Yuichi.
The echoes of Tatsuya’s pulse shook Yuichi as they paused between breaths; finally Yuichi wrapped one leg around Tatsuya’s waist, spurring him to action. A hint of wine lingered on Tatsuya’s breath, mixing with his forest fire scent. Yuichi breathed it in deeply, drawing him down to bury his face in the side of his neck. He didn’t hesitate to dig his teeth into Tatsuya’s neck, his tongue lapping at the blood that seeped between his fangs. Tatsuya tasted like the heat of a forest fire, inexorable and ancient in its power. Yuichi had never tasted anything else like it; it was always an offering he savored.
Above him, Tatsuya growled, his hips pumping harder as he snarled. He allowed Yuichi a few moments to get a proper drink, unable to keep his own teeth from Yuichi’s neck. He sank his teeth into the silvery scar he’d made years ago, reopening it for another taste.
Yuichi’s teeth clenched harder as Tatsuya’s rough tongue worried at his neck. He pulled away for a moment, groaning as he rolled his own hips against Tatsuya’s, grinding his cock against his stomach. That earned him a sharp nip, and Tatsuya pressed their lips together, licking his own blood from Yuichi’s mouth.
The way their blood mingled together sent Yuichi into a frenzy as he pulled Tatsuya down once more. He dragged his teeth along Tatsuya’s neck, closing them where his pulse was strongest; his fingers snaked back into his hair and pulled, hard, earning a scrape of claws down his chest.
After that Yuichi could barely keep up, surrounded by Tatsuya’s heat and scent and drinking him down, hips moving of their own volition. Tatsuya’s pace was faltering, his pulse weakening, and Yuichi let him go the moment his vision clouded with starburst static. Scant seconds later, Tatsuya stilled, gasping as he finished, his release almost scalding.
They lay entwined, breathing in each other as the first weak rays of sunlight rose over the horizon. Yuichi tangled his legs with Tatsuya’s, sighing as the heavy blankets were pulled over him. Before he drifted off to sleep, he heard a self-satisfied chuckle.
“We’ll be having a private party tomorrow night. You pick the guests.”
“Fine,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the whisper of the bed curtains being drawn against the morning. “Just you.”