ｃｒｉｍｓｏｎ ｃｈｉｎｓ．
ｃｒｉｍｓｏｎ ｃｈｉｎｓ．
uruha, kai of The GazettE
pg-13, 820 w unbeta'd, slightly gross imagery
for the uruai v-day challenge, based on the prompts 'surprise date' and 'wine' and my own 'whoops how did it become a vampire fic again' (｡´艸`｡) i swear this wasn't what i had in mind.... i'm sorry if it isn't romantic enough for vday?
It's like some circus act, Kai thinks as Uruha's mouth opens, a quivering line cracking into dark red. The kind of circus act where the lion bares its giant teeth to the world, where the audience fear for the circus master who sticks his head in between the lion's jaws (and the beast grins). His gums are swollen, lumps of flesh with saliva-shine, slowly slipping and sliding into the gaps between his teeth as if they had a life of their own. Kai slaps a hand over his own mouth. Uruha doesn't sound human at all.
There's a tiny pool of saliva on the floor, connecting itself to Uruha's jaw with threads of blood. No, no more, any more of this and I'm going to fucking choke on my own puke.
But wait, there's more! Gums are tight, wet, stretching its entire length over teeth that are no longer visible, and Kai is certain that something is writhing under the layer, because he can hear low moans painting pain.
Before his stomach can churn up everything he had for dinner, Uruha lunges forward, his lower jaw slack and dripping, and along with a voiceless, wheezing growl that sounds like aargooorghh, something white and sharp breaks through the smooth surface of his gums.
The birth of new teeth is a terrifying thing, Kai decides as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
"There was a lot of pushing and shoving, a lot of slurping and spilling; there were a lot of crimson chins. However, it was glorious to feel the blood coursing in our non-existent veins again, if only for an instant."
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<< rewind.
Kai considers the possibility (cuts a big fat slice) of affection. Licking the knife isn't something he does often, but today is an exception. The knife tastes like too much chocolate, something that translates into sin for him even though Uruha doesn't really care.
"So... what are you doing."
Kai looks up at the other man in the cramped living room. "I'm cutting our cake?"
"It's funny, I don't remember inviting you over."
Kai just laughs ('shut the fuck up and eat the fucking cake'). Uruha certainly doesn't remember inviting Kai over, but he does remember that Kai's laughter can mean too many different things at once. This one just sounds... dangerous.
"Well, whatever. You brought some wine over right."
"Yes. Open it?"
This relationship is a weird creature with glass bones and fake skin.
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It was by chance that Kai came across an hourglass on Uruha's table. He swept aside the used tissues and ugly notes to get a better look at it. The sand was a sparkling black, like a dark diamond, crushed. Curious hands lifted the hourglass and tipped it upside down. The black sand started to move and the ends of his fingers felt funny. Kai shrugged it off as guilt. When he returned to the living, there was wine on the floor, splitting itself into tiny rivers that touched his toes. Uruha was in the middle of it all, his nails dipped in crimson.
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"You... never told me that you had such huge teeth before." Kai starts, shifting the ice pack on his forehead.
Uruha merely blinks at him twice and returns to his wine glass.
"I... don't know what you're talking about? "
Kai laughs. He flings the ice pack at Uruha. Then he takes the chocolate cake and smashes it on the floor. Then he grabs Uruha's wine glass and throws it out the window. Then he goes to Uruha's room and snatches the black sand hourglass and then
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>> fastforward to the end.
You name things because you're afraid of the unknown. Like how Kai keeps trying to put a name to the tangled mess of limbs in bed. But it repeats itself and leaves no traces behind precisely because it repeats itself. So what can we call this weird creature with glass bones and fake skin? Shall we pop in some glass eyes for it too? What do we do with it? It dies and is born and then dies again.
Kai doesn't know anymore. Words don't show up on his tongue anymore either, because Uruha has his tongue in between his jaws. It's the deepest kiss they will ever share, if you can call it a kiss. There's wine everywhere, on the floor again, on his new shirt that he'd bought just for today, in his throat and down his windpipe, bubbling up from the deep gash on his neck. Oh, there's some in his right eye too. Kai laughs, ha ha ha. Stop wasting the wine I got for you, Uruha. The chocolate cake is soaked in red, mixing into a colour that cannot be named and Kai still considers the possibility of affection.
Uruha smiles with two tongues and
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<< rewind to the beginning again.