[One-Shot] Catch me once, catch me twice

[kira_shadow]

Title: Catch me once, catch me twice
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Fujigaya Taisuke x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Porn. Oh and vampires, so AU and some blood I guess. Also some fighting.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by Johnny's & Associates
A/N: 10,307 words. When the plot bunny jumps you it doesn't let you go. I'd like to dedicate this fic to the lovely people over at writetomyheart ♥! Shiritori-Fic is a lot of fun! (also, this fic was inspired by on my own submission there, which you can find here).

I also dedicate this one to sourangel because I promised her FujiKita fic ages ago and have never gotten around to writing it until now *fail*. Also hope flailinginlove will have fun reading this even though there is no gentle deflowering involving lots of tears and dramatic love confessions ♥ ;D

I hope all of you readers enjoy reading this fic and if you want to say something, even if it's just "♥", feel free to leave a comment :3


Catch me once, catch me twice
by kira_shadow

Pulling down his dark sunglasses, Kitayama looked at the club across the street. It wasn’t some sleazy place like the other ones around it - despite its questionable name ‘Think U XXX?’ - but one of the more popular and upscale establishments in the city. He had heard here and there that it had been around for generations. That alone hadn’t been able to make him suspicious of course but the fact that there was a certain type if clientele that seemed to have come to the club over the generations as well. It was a certain type of clientele that did not change. Literally.

There was a long line in front of the door. People of all ages who came to this part of town, the new ‘pleasure district’ or party district, were waiting to be let inside. Some got lucky, others were sent away after being subjected to the scrutinizing looks of the bouncers.

A few people just passed the bouncers without giving anyone a second glance and were admitted inside without a question or even as much as a single look. Those people would draw longing and admiring glances from the waiting crowd. If only they knew, Kitayama thought. If only those people knew about the true nature of the people whom they so innocently admired or lusted for. If only they would see in them the same monsters Kitayama did. And they were only monsters, hidden behind the masks of the eternally young and beautiful.

He’d observed the place for a few days now. And he’d done some work to get more information. After all, he wasn’t without any charms of his own, despite being mortal. He might not be able to offer people eternal life and beauty in exchange for what he wanted from them but apparently what else he had had to offer them had been more than enough to make them spill some secrets. He pitied them, the ‘blood junkies’. It was how some people called the humans who were so in love with the romantic tales of the creatures of the night that it blinded them and clouded their judgment. They would not see the truth anymore. They would not admit the truth. The truth that none of them would ever become what they longed for and admired so much. The truth that they were merely willing prey, willing slaves. The truth, that what they wanted to become were hideous monsters.

Some of them, if they were really lucky, might make it to the status of a ‘pet’, which wasn’t much more but at least granted them a semblance of eternity and shallow happiness. For pets lived as long as whoever owned them wanted to keep them around and they lived a happy life unless they happened to displease their master or became boring or obsolete and were replaced.

Adjusting his clothes one last time, Kitayama strolled across the street and casually walked up to the bouncer and past the crowd. He was wearing typical clothes for a person who came to these parts of the city. Somebody who was looking for fun until the sun went up again in the morning. His clothes showed glimpses of skin when he moved the right way, enough to create excitement but also enough to hide the things he needed to hide. Most importantly though, he had his dark hair pulled up into half-cornrows on one side to show a little bit more of his neck than he usually would have. A small but important detail.

The burly man blocked his path of course but Kitayama fixed him with a steady glance and whispered just loud enough for the other to hear, “I want to walk into the darkest depths of this place.” The phrase sounded a little stupid and cheesy to him but well, it was what those people came up with, the dreamers, who frequented this place in the hopes of getting their dreams fulfilled. It had taken him a lot of works and a few long nights to get his hands on this information. It better be accurate. Or he would have a lot of asses to kick or worse.

Without another word, the bouncer stepped aside and another one opened the door for him. Good. Some asses would be spared then.

Once he was inside, he wandered around on the sides and along the walls. His second clue had been nothing else but ‘curtain’. After some searching, he found what he had been looking for. It was easy enough to spot for a trained eye, for an eye that knew what it was looking for. Although it wasn’t exactly hidden it wasn’t terribly obvious either. Anyone else would probably have dismissed it as some sort of decoration. Most likely though, the people on the dance floor didn’t pay any attention to it at all. Kitayama didn’t spare them a second glance and slipped behind it into a dark corridor.

His eyes adjusted to the lack of light quickly and he made his way down the corridor and then a short flight of stairs. Kitayama’s keen senses already picked up the smell of blood and lust before he had reached the end of the second corridor at the end of the staircase. He had to fight down his disgust. It would be most unfortunate for him if he showed it so openly on his face right now. Not when he had gotten this far. He had to make sure he looked just like the other innocent willing little lambs that happily walked into the lion’s den.

Stepping into the room, which he found behind yet another curtain, Kitayama let his eyes roam over its occupants and spotted a few familiar faces here and there. None of them would recognize his face. They were below his target range and he could leave them to the less skilled ones of his own kind. Or he’d just let them fall into the chaos that would follow his mission and let them destroy each other.

He had his sights set on the master of this place and on him only. His target was the powerful shadow that ruled this part of the city, if not the whole city at night - an ‘old one’.

Kitayama strolled past the divans, beds and sofas where mortals were reaching their heights just by being bitten and getting their blood sucked out of them by whoever felt like playing with them tonight or by those who had come in for an easy meal. It had actually been one of the latter ones who had blown this place’s cover and told him about it during one of his nights out hunting.

Interested looks and curious glances were cast towards his direction but he didn’t react to them and just strolled past, making his way over to a bar he had spotted on the far side of the room, next to yet another curtain. It looked like he hadn’t reached the heart of this place yet. He could sense it. The power that lay dormant behind that very curtain was unlike the ones he felt out here. It was stronger, much stronger by far.

But he was still being watched. There was no way he would be able to slip in without being noticed.

There was no bartender behind the bar but he sat down on one of the stools provided nonetheless. His eyes roamed over the crowd once more but his eyes did not meet any others. Some of the inexperienced ones made little sounds of frustration and discontent. It amused Kitayama. They were so naïve - thinking they were almighty now and could do anything they wanted, have anyone they wanted.

As the night dragged on, more and more of the junkies left or were sent away as disinterest in them grew. There seemed to be some sort of unspoken rule not to drain the easy prey completely. Kitayama had not heard a single story about killings inside the club. All the people who had walked in had also walked out again. And if some of them had turned up dead and drained, it had always been somewhere else, never here, never even close to this place.

Some of the slightly more experienced night-walkers left as well. Maybe their instincts were telling them to get away from danger subconsciously. Smart.

Kitayama, patient but getting bored while waiting, toyed with the inexperienced bunch that remained and that was leering at him openly now. It gave him something to do to pass the time. He adjusted his position a bit and brushed his hair aside casually, giving the onlookers a glimpse of a slender neck and softly tanned skin. A group had started to advance towards him. They seemed to be quite the daring bunch but also a very stupid bunch. They thought he wouldn’t notice because he was sitting with his back turned towards them. How wrong they were with this assumption.

Before they could reach out to touch him, he turned around on the stool and faced them. “Sorry guys, you’re not invited to the private event tonight. So I think you’d better scram. Now.”

His eyes and expression no longer hid his true nature and his aura started to unravel itself around him, sending the first ones by the exit running already. Those who hadn’t left the room at his inner count to three soon found themselves turning into dust at Kitayama’s feet.

Finally the curtain he had been watching for the past few hours moved and Kitayama, now in the center of the deserted room, was met by the tall and slender figure of the master vampire. The other was wearing mostly black, a fashionable t-shirt with English gibberish printed on it and a sleeveless long vest thrown over it, sporting little rhinestones that caught the lights of the lamps around them. A long stole had been wrapped around his neck and shoulders, either for fashion or for pretense. Kitayama could smell night air around the other. The vampire must have been out until now, most likely to feed. “You’re going to ruin my business, hunter. So I’d appreciate if you got lost.”

As the other regarded him with a cool and aloof glance, long brown bangs fell over one side of the other’s face and obscured it partially, lending the vampire a slightly more menacing and dark look than before (the head with rather fluffy and slightly curled hair by itself hadn’t been very intimidating, Kitayama had to admit, the bangs though made for a rather distinctive feature).

“You won’t come back to run it, I’m afraid. So I guess it doesn’t matter,” Kitayama replied coolly. “I’ve come to kill you tonight, vampire. And I won’t leave this place before I’ve done just that.”

“Kill me?” the other sounded amused. “Many have tried but none succeeded until now as you can see.”

“Then I’ll just be the first then,” Kitayama revealed his trusted blade, the sacred (or maybe cursed, depending on how you saw it) katana handed down to the hunters of the highest rank. “I’m different from the others. I will be different from the others.”

The master vampire scrunched up his nose when he laid eyes on the blade. “What an awful thing to carry around with you,” he commented.

Kitayama just smiled. The other must have sensed the blade’s power. It looked like an ordinary sword but in fact it wasn’t. You couldn’t kill vampires with just an ordinary sword after all. This blade had been fashioned under the relentlessly burning sun, in the heat of the flames produced by the wood of the sacred ‘crying’ cherry trees and the blessed roses of the shrine gardens. And to harden it, it had been bathed in the blood of vampires instead of animals. It was a true slayer’s blade.

“I have heard of you then,” the vampire eyed him. “Kitayama, if I’m not mistaken. You’re known as the faceless one who always hunts alone. You have quite the track record. I heard you killed one of the high masters. I’d have expected you to be more imposing and well…taller.”

Although the other’s voice was taunting him and the tone was casual, he could see that the vampire was tense. He had recognized Kitayama as a force to be reckoned with and one he shouldn’t underestimate. Although maybe it was the weapon more than Kitayama himself that was putting the other on edge and made him more alert.

“I didn’t come here just to have a chat with you, vampire,” Kitayama brushed the other off. And then, without another word, he jumped straight into action and started the fight.

His attacks were fast and precise. There were no unneeded or excess movements that wasted valuable energy. Kitayama’s enemy was fast and avoided the attacks but both of their speeds were slowly but surely converging as Kitayama increased his even further to match the one of the vampire. He heard the sound of fabric ripping and adjusted the angle of his sword but the other had already jumped out of harm’s way. The stole the vampire had been wearing dropped onto the floor, cut into shreds.

“I liked this one, too,” the vampire huffed.

“Whatever,” Kitayama focused again and readied himself for his next move.

Before he could make another attack though, the sound of footsteps drew their attention towards the corridor. A scrawny vampire appeared there, dressed in battered and torn and outright dirty clothes and by the looks of it, the other hadn’t fed in a while.

“Master Fujigaya,” he sounded needy and that need had probably blocked all of his other senses, sense which would otherwise have warned him of Kitayama’s presence. “Tonight, I can pay. I swear. I have something you will like. You will not be disappointed!” The rather poorly dressed male vampire made a clumsy bow in the general direction of the master vampire - Fujigaya - and was practically groveling at the other’s feet before turning towards the only mortal presence in the room with hungry eyes.

And then he ran straight into Kitayama’s blade, turning into dust with a nasty gurgling sound. “You hang out with a rather intelligent crowd, huh, Fujigaya?” Kitayama addressed the other by name for the first time, having just learned it. “And here I had actually thought for a moment that this place had class.”

“An exception to the rule,” Fujigaya brushed the interruption off. “And you should appreciate that I cater to these needy idiots, too. It gives you less work to do.”

“You don’t mean to imply that you think that the only place where those clients of you feed is here, do you?” Kitayama snorted. “Your kind is far too greedy and too thirsty for blood to seriously stick to petty rules like that. Don’t think I’m stupid enough to be fooled by such arguments. This place is only where most of them start their night, isn’t it? A snack to get the party started.”

Fujigaya snorted softly, “You discovered our deepest darkest secrets. Guess I’ll have to silence you.”

The tone was still taunting but Fujigaya’s eyes were just as serious as Kitayama’s. Winning or losing this fight would mean life or death. Only one of them would be leaving this room again.

Things were getting really serious now. From somewhere behind the curtain, Fujigaya produced a sword as well and faced Kitayama. The other must have admitted that facing him without having a weapon himself, would be rather disadvantageous, if not dangerous for him. Neither of them said another word now. They both concentrated fully on the fight. One of them would always move first and then at some point they would both stop. Whenever their swords did not cross, their eyes would meet and a battle of wills would ensue and they would continue the fight silently.

Neither of them gained the upper hand, they were evenly matched. It became a battle of endurance, both mentally and physically. Kitayama didn’t know how much time had passed ever since they had started fighting. But it didn’t really matter. He wouldn’t lose when it came to endurance. He had fought countless times, had trained and knew that his strength would be able to match that of a vampire, even one of higher ‘birth’, one with a higher status.

Although he was mortal, he was no ordinary human, no ordinary hunter even, which was why he worked alone. And why he could work alone. His kind usually worked in pairs or groups.

He was the result of a forbidden experiment of the hunters’ society. After a happy childhood, he’d been taken away from his family and brought to ‘the mansion’, the headquarters of the hunters and home of the hunters’ council, the equivalent to the vampires’ senate of the old ones.

There he had been taken down to the labs in the basements. He had been told that it was the vampires’ fault that he would have to suffer. That he would be doing a great service to humanity. And that his family was very proud of him. Everyone would be honoring his sacrifice. And if he wanted somebody to pay for all of this, it would be the vampires.

A human who had been bitten by a vampire and drained to the point of death and who then drank the vampire’s blood in return would also turn into a vampire. The process was believed to be as follows, that the person’s own blood was contaminated by the vampirism, the virus, as it had been drunk by the vampire and thus entered the vampire’s body and system. Returning the contaminated blood to the original body thus infected it and turned the person into a vampire.

Furthermore, a dhampir was the child born to a vampire father and a human mother. An alliance like this was forbidden and outlawed on both the vampire and human sides.

Usually a vampire would turn his mate before the childbirth, making sure that the child would also become a full-fledged vampire otherwise, both the mother and unborn child would be killed. The mother would be sacrificed at birth either way - born vampire children killed their mothers as they made their way out of the womb and were bathed in their mother’s blood.

Dhampir children were the natural enemies of vampires. Their blood acted as a highly potent poison to any vampire who ingested more than a small amount of it at a time. It would be a sweet death, for nothing tasted sweeter or better than the blood of a dhampir - some claimed that it acted like a drug as well, getting the vampire addicted until his or her death.

Their strength also rivaled that of full-fledged vampires and they were immune to any other powers a vampire might possess, like mind control. They were also able to immediately recognize a vampire, even if the other was transformed and had taken on the shape of an animal. Also dhampir children could walk in the sunlight and were not bound to the darkness. They age slower than normal humans but they would die a natural death eventually, if they weren’t killed before reaching it. Most ‘normal’ weapons could kill a dhampir, although their tolerance in terms of injury and sickness was higher than that of normal humans as well. If a dhampir conceived a child with another human, the genes would be passed on, although the vampire blood would become thinner. The potency of the blood as a poison would still be given but other aspects, like the slower aging would become weaker over time and generations.

But dhampir children were rare and the exact way how they were conceived remains a mystery even to this day. People thought it had to be a human mother and a vampire father but nobody had ever proven nor disproven the opposite case, since a vampire mother and human father should theoretically also produce dhampir children. It was impossible to prove these cases though or experiment with them because finding willing couples was practically impossible.

So the hunters’ society had come up with a different experiment, a different idea.

They had been able to mix both a vampire’s blood and an animal’s blood successfully to create a being that did not develop the symptoms of vampirism but showed other, favorable traits instead like enhanced strength and longevity. So the next step had been to test this theory on a human. Kitayama had been the chosen one, having been found most compatible among the hunter tribe. He had been the strongest child at the time, had been well-raised and was fiercely loyal.

For days the scientists had injected him with vampires’ blood until it had mixed with his own and became a completely new substance. It had caused his body to change of course, slowly but surely with each day. He remembered how his whole body had been burning. His screams had been muffled by a gag placed in his mouth. Somebody had watched the gag constantly, watched his teeth as they had bitten down on it, watched out for fangs. But there had been none.

Eventually he’d been set free again. Of course not until the scientists had deemed him ready to be let outside again. After the physical effects of the treatment had been observed, they had shoved him into a dark, cold room for the final test, the mental strength test. The door had been locked securely behind him. It would only be opened again if he survived the test. A group of lesser vampires had looked at him from across the room. They hadn’t fed in days. Kitayama had been handed nothing but a stake before he had been shoved into the room. He had killed them all. Only one thought had been on his mind then.

If it weren’t for the existence of vampires, he wouldn’t have had to go through the whole experiment.

And with that thought in mind, he had started to hunt from that day on and with that thought on his mind he still hunted today. Of course somewhere along the way he had realized that it had been nothing but brainwashing, nothing but another part of the experiment but it had been so deeply engrained into him that he could no longer rid himself of the thought. He had just accepted it.

So far, his experiment had been the most successful of all, as well as the only one. It made him one of a kind. An accident - or at least that’s what the society made everyone believe - had taken the life of the head scientist, who had been the only person who had known the full process of creating ‘enhanced humans’. All notes had been destroyed in a fire and all the assistants had started vanishing one after another, never to be seen again.

“I heard you weren’t much of a fighter usually,” Kitayama finally broke the silence between him and Fujigaya again. “Seems like my sources were mistaken. Or is it because it’s me?”

There was a price on his head in the vampire society, he knew. They didn’t know his face of course (none had lived to tell the tale) but they knew of his existence. And that alone was reason for them to fear him. He had heard the senate had offered a bounty. Of course most vampires wouldn’t know the difference because they wouldn’t live long enough to see his full powers getting unleashed but Fujigaya and him had been fighting long enough now for the other to least become a little suspicious.

“It was my master who killed them all,” Fujigaya replied, proving that he had not just become suspicious but he had verified Kitayama’s identity already. “I was there with him the night the scientist guy at the mansion died. That guy had already destroyed most of the information. He had known we were coming. So he had set the whole place on fire, hoping we wouldn’t come any closer. Well, he was partially a hunter after all, I guess.” He looked at Kitayama. “But he thought wrong. He had taken poison but it hadn’t killed him fast enough and not made him immune to torture. But even under torture, a man who already knew he was going to die didn’t have much to fear anymore. All he did reveal at the verge of death was that the successful experiment had been a boy.”

That probably explained why Kitayama had heard of male hunters being targeted more. Those who did return to the society after more challenging hunting missions were usually badly injured. Those who didn’t return were usually dead or worse.

“Oh and he said one more thing,” Fujigaya smirked. “Something you probably weren’t aware of yet yourself. Or at least, I’d assume you wouldn’t be aware of it.”

“What would that be?” Kitayama narrowed his eyes.

“He accidentally let it slip that they weren’t able to give their guineapig one power that is privileged to dhampir children,” Fujigaya looked at Kitayama. “Your blood can’t kill us.”

Kitayama tensed a little. No, he had not known that indeed. But was it true? They had told him that the experiment had been successful. There was no proof that Fujigaya wasn’t lying. The other could just be toying with him. “I won’t let you have a taste to see whether that’s true or not,” he simply replied.

“Too bad,” Fujigaya chuckled, “Because I’d really love to try it.”

Their fight resumed again. Kitayama fought more vigorously than before but so did Fujigaya. The moment he managed to cut the other’s arm, he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek.

Fujigaya licked the drop of blood from his blade. His eyes widened for a short moment, before they flashed a dark scarlet, or maybe it was a rich pink. Kitayama didn’t know whether that was a good or a bad sign. He decided to ignore it. Instead, his eyes wandered to the other’s arm. The wound there was smoking a little. It was probably burning and causing at least some pain to the vampire but Fujigaya only showed signs of slight discomfort. It was but a shallow cut at best, something someone of the other’s status would still be able to handle easily.

Kitayama wiped the little blood that had come out of the cut on his face off with the back of his hand.

“Going for the face, how nasty,” he commented.

“You’re one to talk. You’ve been aiming at my face the whole time,” Fujigaya huffed. It was true, Kitayama had to admit. And if the other hadn’t dodged, he would have hit the vampire square in the face a few times and would have severed the other’s head, killing him. But Kitayama had only hit other things so far. He looked around the room.

“It’ll be such a bother to replace all these things,” Fujigaya snarled. They had wreaked havoc in the room, Kitayama noticed. Nothing had been spared even the walls were showing some battle-scars.

“You sure sound confident that you’ll win this,” Kitayama prepared for another attack.

“I will win this,” Fujigaya ensured him.

Before either of them could move once again, bright light suddenly flooded the room. For a moment, Kitayama thought that it was sunlight and that someone else had come to intervene, despite him keeping quiet about coming here tonight. But then he remembered that he hadn’t seen any windows in the room. He realized too late that it was only artificial light.

That one moment of hesitation had been enough though to create a large enough opening for Fujigaya to strike. Kitayama was thrown into the wall with inhuman strength. The force of the impact knocked the air out of his lungs and his katana out of his hand. His consciousness wavered for a split second and he felt disoriented for a moment. He was just about to recover when his head was slammed against the wall once more, leaving him dizzy and also a little numb.

“No matter what, you’re still human and still mortal,” Fujigaya’s voice was dangerously close to his ear.

“Fuck you,” Kitayama growled.

“Language,” Fujigaya clicked his tongue, his voice had gotten its amused tone back. “I better shut you up before you start spouting more colorful words.”

Kitayama turned his head to glare but that move proved to be fatal as it exposed more of his neck on the other side. Not letting that opportunity slide, Fujigaya dove right in and sunk his fangs into the smooth skin, drawing a pained scream from Kitayama in response.

The close connection to the vampire left him completely vulnerable. Fujigaya overpowered him, seeing that Kitayama’s mind and soul were completely exposed to him now. With a final jolt of pain, Kitayama’s body went limp as his mind went black. The last thing that his mind registered, were Fujigaya’s haughty words, whispered in a sultry voice, “Guess I win.”

He didn’t know how much time passed until he regained consciousness again. When he did so, he found himself in a dark chamber somewhere with his arms and legs chained to the wall behind him. Kitayama pulled on the chains but they did not give in. They also radiated something that made them feel more intimidating than normal iron chains. It was obvious that they weren’t normal ones because those would not have been able to hold him for too long. No, these chains had been made to constrain inhuman powers and strength. Figures that a vampire’s place would have something like this.

“You’re awake again already?” Fujigaya’s voice drawled and the vampire emerged from the shadows. “I am impressed. I thought you’d be out for longer.”

Kitayama glared at the other, “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“Oh that’s only a matter of time,” Fujigaya replied nonchalantly. “I am going to make you pay for the damages first.” He stepped closer. “I’ll be having fun with you before I rip your head off.”

“You like it messy, don’t you?” Kitayama growled and tried to move, tried to lash out at the other somehow. He wouldn’t let the other have his way with him without putting up a fight. He still didn’t consider himself defeated. The other would regret letting him live.

Fujigaya leaned in closer, apparently unfazed. “Yes, hate me more. It gives your blood quite an exquisite taste,” he purred.

Pulling on his restraints once more and making the shackles rattle noisily, Kitayama tried to move away or at least tried to use the chains to inflict some damage on the other but it was useless.

“Don’t think I didn’t think of that, Kitayama. No, I made sure you wouldn’t be able to free yourself or to harm me in any way,” Fujigaya smirked and ran a finger down Kitayama’s clothed body. The sharp nail ripped the fabric of his shirt, exposing parts of his bare chest to the vampire’s hungry eyes. “I’ll teach you what it means to piss off Fujigaya Taisuke.”

The other tore off the shirt completely and threw the shreds to the ground. Kitayama prepared himself for pain but what the other did next took him completely off guard.

Fujigaya leaned in to kiss him.

For a moment, he was too taken aback to react. When he recovered, he thought of biting the other and make him stop but he saw the trap the vampire was trying to set there. Fujigaya had fed on him. If he bit the other hard enough to draw blood, he’d risk getting turned.

Apparently Fujigaya had been able to guess his thoughts and Kitayama felt the other smiling or smirking into the kiss before he deepened it further, made it more passionate and intimate. It drew an involuntary moan from Kitayama. His body was betraying him. It wasn’t like it had been denied any affection or sexual attention for a while (no, quite the contrary) and had become overly sensitive. It was because Fujigaya was pretty skilled. Despite his resistance, Kitayama had to admit that it felt good.

When the other pulled away, he asked, “Did you drug me?”

“I don’t need to,” Fujigaya licked his lips. “You just need to admit to yourself that you think that this is hot, too. Playing with fire and becoming intimate with your worst enemy like this.”

“I swear I’m going to kill you, Fujigaya,” Kitayama wanted to wince at the sound of his own voice. It sounded strained and breathy. His body was getting affected by the other’s words and by the other’s little teasing touches. Fujigaya’s fingers were cold on his skin.

The vampire chuckled, “Dream on, Kitayama.” His finger brushed over the hunter’s abs and Kitayama shivered a bit. No. He couldn’t lose control over his body so easily. Hadn’t he trained to endure torture? And hadn’t he trained himself to resist a vampire’s alluring aura? Had it all been for nothing? Or had he done something wrong?

Something on his neck seemed to be burning.

Yes, something was wrong. No training had ever factored in the power a vampire had over you once they had marked you.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly.

It made Fujigaya smile. “Maybe,” the other replied. Then, with a quick movement of his hand, the vampire created a small cut on Kitayama’s chest. Blood started to ooze out from it when a little pressure was applied. Leaning in, Fujigaya lapped the droplets up and then sucked on the cut none too gently. He repeated the same procedure a few times, sometimes using his fangs directly to break skin instead of his fingernails. Soon, a small collection of ‘love bites’ covered Kitayama’s body.

He was starting to feel lightheaded from the blood loss. Was the other just planning to feed on him and humiliate him like this until he died?

“Enough of this for now,” Fujigaya declared just then. “As much fun as it is, there are other things I still have planned for you.” He licked his lips clean. “Maybe this will be more to your tastes?” There was a flicker of something in the other’s eyes. It made Kitayama feel uneasy. What was the other planning?

The vampire disappeared from his vision and for a moment, Kitayama thought Fujigaya had gone away but then he felt hands fumbling on his pants. Cold fingers closed around his cock and he hissed softly. “What are you doing, Fujigaya?”

“What does it look like? Or maybe I should ask, what does it feel like,” Fujigaya was kneeling in front of him. “Tell me, does it feel good?”

“It doesn’t,” Kitayama replied shortly.

Fujigaya clicked his tongue, “Liar. I can feel you getting harder under my touch.”

“Your fingers are fucking cold, you bastard,” Kitayama grunted and then swore softly when Fujigaya squeezed his cock a little more.

“Ah,” the vampire chuckled, “I guess I should do more than snack on you next time. Then it’ll be better.”

Kitayama looked away. “As if anything would make this better.”

“Your mouth is still denying it and I guess that means your mind is, too but your body tells me something different,” Fujigaya grinned. “Let’s see which side wins in the end.” He stroked the hardening flesh. “And let me just say this, I’m pretty good. So you better enjoy this.”

He could see why Fujigaya was having so much fun doing this, although it didn’t seem like he was getting anything out of it at first. The humiliation of Kitayama must be feeding the other’s ego. Also there was the thrill of having a feared hunter at your mercy. Kitayama of course wouldn’t ever consider something like this when it came to himself. He’d just get things over with, kill his opponent and be done. But this wasn’t him and he knew that vampires tended to think a little different compared to others.

His hips bucked slightly when he felt the other wrapping his lips around his cock. The chains rattled again as the movement pulled on them. Kitayama bit his own lips to muffle the sounds that threatened to come forth without his consent. He grudgingly had to admit that the other was as good as he had said. But he hadn’t expected any less of the owner of the establishment he’d walked in that night.

Initially he still tried to resist. He didn’t want to give in to the pleasure. But his resolve was crumbling as his body was gradually taken over by lust. Yes, he was only human. Sometimes that realization had reassured him. Right now, it was frustrating him.

Kitayama was starting to feel feverish. The heat and other sensations were making his body shiver and hot and cold showers ran down his spine. He heard his own voice as if it was detached from him, heard it moan softly and make other raunchy noises. Mixed into that were the sounds Fujigaya was making as the other sucked him off in a way that was anything but quiet. A ripple of heat, along with the sensation of pins and needles moved from his abdomen downwards.

With a wet, smacking sound Fujigaya let his cock glide out of his mouth. It only took a gust of cool air to send Kitayama over the edge. A few ribbons of hot, white come splashed onto his stomach.

His body went limp in the chains as the tension left his body and the only thing holding him up were his restraints. Fujigaya was smirking as he watched him become undone right there, in front of the vampire’s eyes. “I think that’s enough for you tonight. I’ll come back to play with you again later.” The other put what was left of his clothes back in order and then left Kitayama alone again.

He listened as Fujigaya’s footsteps faded. Then his senses picked up more sounds, more noise. To his surprise he concluded that he wasn’t far away from where they had fought. He was still inside the club - probably in the deepest and darkest parts of it, the inner sanctuary.

When the smell of passion around him faded a little more, he picked up traces of other, most likely previous visitors or captives like him. He realized that this place must be what the really important ‘clients’ came for. Vampires didn’t need to look for willing prey. They could just make it willing. They came for the thrill of something they couldn’t tame so easily, for the kick of feeding on something or someone different. Just like some humans liked to drink fine and expensive wine. The harder something was to obtain, the better it was supposed to taste. The same logic applied in all worlds.

Kitayma wondered whether he would become a ‘tourist attraction’. The thought made him sick to the stomach. Just Fujigaya was bad enough already.

As it turned out though, the master vampire remained the only visitor for the next few times. The other visits were shorter than the first one. Fujigaya would just take some of his blood and then leave him alone again. His chains were adjusted so that he was sitting on the floor now. The lack of blood ensured that he couldn’t move much even in that position. He was too weak.

Somehow, the other was still keeping him alive though. He was sure that under normal circumstances, he should have already died, even with his vampire blood.

The sixth night, Fujigaya actually came with a visitor. He could make them out before they stepped into the light of the candles which had been put up at some point. A sweet smell was emitted from them that made Kitayama even dizzier than he had already been before.

He could tell that the other’s companion was another powerful, old one. Kitayama thought he recognized the presence of the other but had never registered it actively before. A dormant vampire, with powers up to par with Fujigaya’s. Yes, he’d found the nest. It was too bad that he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about it.

“He tried to kill me,” he could hear Fujigaya’s voice. “But he underestimated me.” Kitayama glared at the pair. He wasn’t going to show weakness in front of them.

“A hunter?” the other vampire observed.

“Drinking your enemy’s blood is something else, Watta,” Fujigaya’s eyes rested on Kitayama even as he addressed the other vampire, “You should try some, too. I can only recommend it.”

So it had finally come to this? He had been kept as the special treat for the special guests?

The other vampire shook his head, “No. You know I’m not into that sort of thing. Don’t you have something, someone else?” To be honest, the reaction surprised Kitayama. He had expected any other vampire to take the opportunity. But the other earnestly did not seem too interested in him. “You do have something more interesting here, don’t you?” Kitayama’s eyes flew over to the door. Yes, he had felt another presence there. It had been there for a while now. Not too long. Not as long as him.

“Since you already know, be my guest. Just help yourself,” Fujigaya flicked his hand towards the door. “If you need me, I’ll be here.” A surprisingly warm hand touched Kitayama’s cheek tonight. The other must have fed recently. The blood of whoever he had devoured was still warming the other’s undead body.

“Thanks,” the unknown vampire left them, disappearing into another room somewhere in the dark.

Kitayama paid the other no heed, seeing that Fujigaya was demanding all of his attention again right now. The other’s fingers brushed over the lasting scar on his neck, the mark. It burned under Fujigaya’s touch and Kitayama hissed in pain. Even if he ever managed to break free and leave this place, the scar would remain. Fujigaya’s mark would remain on his body, would remain burned into his very being.

“I’ll kill you,” the words were more of a greeting than a threat really. Kitayama spoke them because it had become a ritual to do so. And Fujigaya would always reply with the same words as well.

“Try harder, Kitayama,” and then the pain would follow - the sweet pain of having the other bite him and take his blood. Kitayama could tell when the other was just feeding on him and when the other wanted more, whether the other’s ultimate goal was more intimate and of a more sexual nature.

“When are you going to end this?” Kitayama let his head roll to the side. “How long are you still going to keep me alive?”

“As long as I want to,” Fujigaya replied with a grin. “Until I get bored with you.”

“That was the first time you offered to ‘share the fun’,” Kitayama changed the topic then, “Why now and not before?” Or maybe the question should have been ‘why him and not anyone else’?

“I’m the only one who gets to play with you. But Watta is special, so I asked but I knew he wouldn’t want to,” to Kitayama’s surprise, Fujigaya actually answered his question. “His idea of fun is different sometimes. Not all the time though.” Fujigaya got up again. “Speaking of fun…”

The vampire went and closed a thick, black curtain around them. “Let’s have some fun tonight? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? For you?” he crouched back down in front of Kitayama. “I’m going to make you want this body. I’m going to make you want me. There hasn’t been a single mortal who didn’t succumb to my charm yet. And only few immortals have been able to resist as well.”

“You go through great lengths to please your clients, huh?” Kitayama commented snidely.

Fujigaya’s eyes flashed, “I just take my work seriously. And it’s not like I don’t get anything out of it.”

Kitayama could see the benefits. If you provided the powerful with good entertainment, you kept yourself in their favor. And if you kept the small fries entertained, they would do your beck and call. It was probably how Fujigaya had established his power in the area. A clever strategy that didn’t require a lot of work really and he had heard that the other didn’t like doing a lot of work himself.

“If you want to have fun, how about you untie me and I do all the work?” Kitayama offered.

Snorting, Fujigaya looked at him, “That’s not going to work, Kitayama. I’m not that stupid. No, feel honored that I’m doing this for someone of the likes of you.”

Fujigaya straddled his hips and then leaned down for a kiss. Kitayama resisted initially but his resistance melted away a lot faster now, compared to the first night. His pride as a hunter still insisted that it was a new strategy. That if he could please Fujigaya the other would make a mistake sooner or later and that would be the time for him to strike back. But a quiet voice at the back of his mind admitted that his will was slowly but surely being broken by the other. And that some kind of mutual attraction was forming between them. After all, the other was very nice to look at and skilled.

The other pulled away and broke the kiss again. His eyes were half-lidded and full of promises. Kitayama felt Fujigaya’s hips rock down against his and felt lust start to invade his mind. He pushed his own hips against the other’s, making the corners of Fujgiaya’s lips curl up in a smile. The other continued the little lap-dance for a while, letting their clothed bodies slide against each other - well, Fujigaya’s fully clothed body. Kitayama wasn’t wearing anything except for his pants anymore.

With how things were going, Kitayama expected the other to start undressing himself soon. A part of him was anticipating that time. He hadn’t seen more of the other’s body yet. He was curious.

His assumption was proven to be correct but not after Fujigaya had extinguished all the candles around them with a flick of his wrist. Kitayama sucked his breath in sharply when he felt bare skin rubbing against bare skin. “Is your plan to slowly drive me mad?”

“Maybe,” Fujigaya breathed into his ear before their lips met again.

Kitayama’s fingers twitched. He wanted to touch the other back. He wanted to let his fingers roam over the other’s body. He wanted to touch the other like Fujigaya was touching him. He wanted to regain at least some semblance of control over something. But the other would not grant him that. Fujigaya did everything to show his dominance and power and his absolute control over him.

“I’ll make you scream tonight,” Fujigaya whispered into Kitayama’s ear as his hands moved down to get rid of Kitayama’s pants. “I’ll make you scream for me and beg.”

“You can try,” Kitayama grunted.

“I will succeed,” Fujigaya said confidently and discarded their last articles of clothing.

Instead of a cold floor, Kitayama felt something soft against his bare skin. Fur? Probably some kind of rug. When had the other brought that in? Or had it been there the whole time?

Fujigaya pushed his legs apart and pulled Kitayama’s hips forward. “Consider the position you are in, Kitayama.” He felt the tip of the vampire’s cock poke his entrance and push against the ring of muscle there. “If you resist, it will just be more fun for me.”

His whole body jerked when the other pushed inside without any further warning or any preparation. Kitayama’s back arched up and bend forward as his body recoiled. Hot pain shot down his spine and abdomen. He was used to pain but this kind of pain managed to tear a scream from his throat. It was pain and it hurt but at the same time there was more to it. It was just like Fujigaya’s bites. They hurt and Kitayama hated the sensation but at the same time he looked forward to get bitten again. The other was making him develop worrying masochistic tendencies.

“You don’t hand over control very often, huh?” Fujigaya grinned and pushed in even deeper. “I can tell.”

“Shut up and get on with it,” Kitayama growled and bit back a rather undignified sounding whimper.

“Not if you don’t ask me nicely,” Fujigaya stopped his movements. “You said it yourself earlier. I don’t like doing a lot of the work, so if you want me to, you need to make me want to do it.”

A string of unintelligible grunting, mixed with soft curses was the only thing that came from Kitayama for a few moments. Fujigaya seemed unimpressed and he made a move to pull back out. “I said you had to ask nicely. Also, you need to say it loud enough for me to hear.”

Kitayama fixed Fujigaya with a glare but the intensity of it was weakened by the lust that clouded his eyes. He had not quiet thrown away all of his pride yet.

“I’m listening?” Fujigaya pulled further out. As he did so, he reached down to run his fingers over Kitayama’s cock, making him tense up and squeeze Fujigaya’s own member inside of him.

“…fuck me…”

“Mh? What was that?” Fujigaya smirked. He knew he was close to breaking Kitayama.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Kitayama growled, “Shut up and just fuck me, Fujigaya.”

“That isn’t asking nicely but I guess that’ll do for now,” the vampire pushed back in and Kitayama bit down on his lip to hold back the sound that had formed at the back of his throat. He had bitten down hard enough to draw blood. The scent seemed to add to Fujigaya’s drive and the lapped up the trickle of blood that ran down from the corner of his lips. The wound closed as he kissed Kitayama hungrily.

Pushing his hips back against the other’s, Kitayama tried to fight back still. Maybe he could still get the satisfaction of making the other come first. Fujigaya acknowledged his attempts. Kitayama could feel the vampire’s grip tighten on his hips and the kisses got a lot sloppier than when they had started.

Fujigawa was thrusting into him rapidly and the other’s hand stroking Kitayama’s cock matched this pace. Kitayama had his legs pressed against the other’s hips and was pulling Fujigaya closer. He would have wrapped his legs around the other but he couldn’t. The other brushed a bundle of nerves deep inside of him and Kitayama groaned as sparks of white danced in front of his eyes.

Kitayama’s mind was taken over by pleasure and he could feel himself moving closer and closer to the edge. Before his world spiraled out of control, he heard Fujigaya groan softly and felt the sting of the other’s fangs breaking the skin of his neck. The rush of pleasure and adrenaline almost sent him off into the world beyond this one. Something hot filled his insides and he with one last moan, he blacked out.

Something warm was tickling his skin and woke him up this time around. When he cracked his eyes open, Kitayama noticed that this warm something had been a sunray, falling through the window next to the bed. He jumped up into a sitting position and immediately regretted doing so as the movements made hot pain shoot through his lower body. He fell over onto his side with a groan.

When his mind started to clear and the initial sense of danger faded away, he became more aware of his situation and realized a few things. He was no longer in that dark room below the club. Where was he? He was also no longer chained to a wall or anything else. Kitayama was able to move around freely without restraints again. Why was he free? And who had set him free?

He looked around suspiciously. It wasn’t a dream. The pain had assured him of at least that much. This was a cheap hotel room somewhere in the city, judging from the furniture and interior design of the room. But why? Had this been Fujigaya’s doing? Or someone else’s?

His senses didn’t pick up any other presence in the room. He was alone. Getting up again, slowly this time, he found a large mirror covering the wall opposite to the bed. Kitayama winced at his own appearance. He was a lot paler than before, not surprisingly so. And his body was covered with little cuts and some fresh and some healing bite marks. There was still some dried blood here and there as well, especially around his wrist and ankles. The shackles and chains had cut into his skin and left it bruised and bloody. He looked like shit.

A shower sounded like a good idea for now. Swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress, he tried to get up. He was still unsteady on his feet but it would do. Before he went to the en-suite bathroom, he went to try the door. It was locked but the keycard was lying on the bedside table, so he wasn’t locked in. He still took the card into the bathroom with him and then turned on the shower.

Standing under the hot spray, he felt his body relax and his muscles loosen up. As they did so, he felt something sticky run down the inside of his thighs. There was blood mixed into the white liquid.

Kitayama cursed softly and hit the wall with his fist. What was Fujigaya planning? He was almost sure now that this was the other’s doing. Anyone else would have brought him back to the society or would have stayed with him. Also, a part of his mind told him that Fujigaya had deliberately left him in a place where other vampires wouldn’t get close to him - in the sunlight and with a locked door, meaning that any other vampire had to be granted permission by Kitayama to enter.

At the thought of Fujigaya, Kitayama felt his cock harden again. He muttered a curse and turned the shower ice-cold. Why was this having such an effect on him? Why did the other have such an effect on him? Fujigaya’s mind games weren’t supposed to work on him. They could not work on him. It was impossible. But if so, why?

Despite the cold water, he felt himself getting hot again. Kitayama growled softly in frustration and turned the spray back to a warmer temperature. If the cold water didn’t help, then there was only one other way to deal of this problem.

He steadied himself with one hand pressing against the wall, while his other hand grabbed his own cock and started pumping it slowly. Kitayama refused to think of the vampire and tried his hardest not to but of course the harder he tried not to push the image of the other out of his mind, the more vivid it became in front of his mind’s eye. He came with a choked sound and kept himself upright in the shower with both of his arms and let the water wash the remains of his passion off his body, along with the remains of his nights spent with Fujigaya in the other’s dark chamber.

Once he had deemed the shower long enough and his body cleaned of the worst, he stepped out again and dried himself off with one of the towels provided in the bathroom. He made a horrible mess of it but he didn’t care. People at shady hotels like this knew better than to ask questions.

A set of new clothes was waiting for him on the chair next to the mirror, along with an item he had not expected to ever see again - his sword.

Kitayama put on the clothes and looked at himself in the mirror again. The clothes weren’t too bad. Even the pants were fitting well. The only thing that was off was the lack of a collar on the shirt. He could not hide the mark on his neck. He knew the other bites would heal but this one wouldn’t. It would stay there until the day he died. The mark itself felt like a collar. A collar with a leash attached to it. He reached up to touch it tentatively. It wasn’t burning but he could feel it throbbing under his fingers.

A set of eyes flashed up in front of his inner eyes. He clasped a hand over the mark. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to oppose you even if you let me go,” he knew the person he was addressing wasn’t anywhere nearby but he knew the other would hear him one way or the other.

The other wasn’t controlling his mind or body by means of some dirty trick or simply with the help of the ability to manipulate people that vampires possessed. And yet Fujigaya had power over him now.

One glance at the clock told Kitayama that it was late in the afternoon, two hours before sunset. If he wanted to, he had to move now, if he wanted to be sure not to run into anyone he didn’t want to run into in this state or have any other inconvenient or unpleasant encounters.

Walking over to the closet and opening it he found a coat inside. Hiding the sword and the mark on his neck was well as possible he checked his appearance in the mirror one more time before he grabbed the keycard and left the hotel room. His plans for the time being were easy. He’d lay low and recover for a while, even though he knew that he could still hunt down any less powerful vampires in his current state. But he knew that it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to keeping yourself alive.

After a week though, he started to head out again at night. It reassured him that he could still kill vampires. His wounds had healed completely and he had gotten his body back in shape after resting. His condition was normal again. Well, almost normal at least. There was a new sensation, a kind of pull that was drawing him back to the club. Fujigaya was calling him. And Kitayama willingly answered.

He drew the looks of the waiting mortals again as he walked up to the ‘Think U XXX?’ once more but this time, none of the bouncers paid him any attention and just let him walk in without a second glance. Even though he was hiding the mark, nobody seemed to be interested in or inclined to check it.

The looks he got in the room behind the curtain and at the end of the corridor were wary and maybe even a little fearful this time around. After all, he wasn’t really hiding who or what he was today. Kitayama didn’t pay any attention to any of the onlookers though, he didn’t even spare any of them as much as a glance (he did take note of the new interior though, the other sure had leveled up in terms of the ‘harem look’, compared to the first time he’d come to this place) and just disappeared behind the second curtain and walked through the door hidden behind it.

Sure enough, Fujigaya was waiting for him in the semi-darkness of a room he found alongside the corridor, lounging on a couple of silk pillows scattered on a queen sized bed. The other opened his arms and invited Kitayama into them as they both laid eyes on each other.

Before the thought could actually reach his mind, Kitayama already felt himself crawling onto the bed and into the other’s welcoming arms. “What did you do to me?” he growled menacingly, angrily. His lips were just a few centimeters away from the vampire’s.

“Nothing,” Fujigaya replied with a smile. “You did this to yourself.” He ran his hand through Kitayama’s hair, fingers getting tangled in the soft locks. “You are doing this to yourself.”

A part of him knew that the other was telling the truth. Fujigaya hadn’t turned him into a pet or any other kind of willing or unwilling slave or servant, although he could have. He was still in full possession of his will and his mind. But another part of him still refused to acknowledge it and still tried to find an excuse for what was happening, for what was about to happen.

“One day, I’m going to kill you,” Kitayama whispered huskily against Fujigaya’s lips. He felt the other’s smile widen underneath his own. “But not today.” Grabbing the other none too gently the next moment, Kitayama crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss. He didn’t want to think about this any longer. He just wanted to feel.

He had gotten caught by the other twice now - once physically and a second time emotionally. He hated and resented Fujigaya for it but at the same time he wanted the other, longed and lusted for the other. But he knew it was mutual. After all, why would Fujigaya accept him back like this? Why had the other left him alive? If Fujigaya wanted the physical pleasure, he could have anyone else he wanted. No, there was something that only Kitayama could give the other.

“Remember what you said last time? About doing all the work if I untied you? Now’s the time to make good on that promise, Kitayama,” Fujigaya caressed his cheek.

Kitayama grinned, “Oh, I’m planning to. So you better prepare yourself.” He blew out the candle on the nightstand before he pushed Fujigaya down onto the pillows.

The End