FIC POST! .... otherwise known as Vampire Strippers...
Title: If Bonds of Blood Prevail
Author: oracle_dreams
Fandom: WK / Saiyuki
Rating: NC17 / NSFW / trigger warnings: sex, blood and violence
Summary: An elusive clan of vampires has been gathered by their sire and his purpose isn't all that clear. Their enemies are circling but is it a threat from without or from within that threatens to sever their bonds forged in blood?
Disclaimer: WK /Saiyuki are not mine.
A/N: Otherwise known as 'Vampire Strippers'. Many thanks for the cheerleading summerbutterfly! And for the kicks in the ass from and mad beta skillz of crescentium!
Somewhere deep within the neon nightlife of Bangkok, Thailand
“Come on ladies, hurry it up… we have a full club tonight.” Hakkai gave a few curt little claps along with his disarming smile to get his preening ladyboys moving out from in front of the dressing table mirrors and onto the floor. After a few suggestive gestures and flirtations from his entertainers, Hakkai herded the bulk of them out of the dressing room door, then turned his attentions to the other side of the room. There, the last of his star performers was taking his sweet time getting ready for the evening. With a concerned pout he slowly crossed to the couch, stopping a few steps in front of Gojyo.
Hakkai closing the distance was enough to spur Gojyo into action. He reached for his boots and began stuffing his feet into them silently swearing to himself that his next boots would not have laces. A few of the veteran ladyboys had attempted to teach him their speed lacing technique but he still had yet to master it. Slow methodical bootlacing wasn’t enough to deter a determined Hakkai though.
“I’m almost ready. You don’t have to hover.” Gojyo passed the club manager a fleeting glance that was miles from making actual eye contact.
“I know.” That pleasant little smile and the pleasant little tone was Hakkai’s default MO. It simply put people at ease yet told them nothing. Gojyo prided himself on finally knowing the difference. Hakkai continued standing in the same spot rocking lightly onhis heels, his quiet patience an overwhelming force all its own.
Gojyo could feel the eyes of the last lingering performers stealing long glances in their direction. The truth of it was that the rest of the staff were all wary on some level. They made them nervous; these gaijin boys who arrived out of nowhere, these boys who were much too gay, or not gay enough, depending on whom you spoke to. At least, those were the reasons the ladyboys seemed to settle on.
As the last stragglers left the room, Hakkai crossed to the couch and sat down knee to knee with the redhead.
“You’re nervous.” There was no hiding the scent of it nor the subtle tension in his posture from Hakkai.
“No. I’m fine.” Gojyo’s words were much too quick. The fact that he could barely pull his eyes off the floor confirmed his lack of faith in them.
Hakkai sighed as he leaned back into the couch, a delicate hand reaching for Gojyo’s chin, pulling his eyes off the floor. “Look at me.”
As simple as the spoken words were, they commanded compliance like a physical force, the strength in that delicate hand nearly radiated from his fingertips, raising Gojyo’s eyes for him.
“We have all been through this. Every single one of us. You can do this.” As hard and unforgiving as his grip and words had felt, there was nothing but familiar, jovial tenderness in Hakkai’s eyes.
“I… I don’t want to lose it again. It’s just… I don’t know if I can…” Gojyo finally conceded his denial. He already knew he wouldn’t deny Hakkai anything he truly wanted but being reminded that he couldn’t still stung. He desperately wanted to pull his gaze away and retreat back into comfortable self-loathing and denial. Hakkai had already declared that was no longer an option. In fact it was a condition he required while sinking his fangs deep and drinking way beyond his fill just months ago.
Hakkai’s shoulders dropped, his eyes closing as his chin dipped down ever so slightly.
“It’s my fault... please stop blaming yourself.”
Gojyo recoiled as if he’d been slapped. Hakkai had done way more for him than he felt he could ever deserved. And now he wanted to take on Gojyo’s failure as his own.
“What? No! I asked for this… this isn’t…”
“Gojyo. I had the same problem only much worse than you. I lost control so badly Crawford nearly had to put me down.” Hakkai reached for his own stomach, tracing the vicious scar across his abdomen through the fabric. Gojyo knew its contours well but only now was Hakkai finally putting some context to its origin. “It’s not your fault. It’s inherited. From me… thus my fault.”
Hakkai had only alluded to his own change being difficult before. This small explanation may have put it in a bit clearer context but it was even more unsettling than the pervasive sense of dread already shredding Gojyo’s nerves. And if Crawford had almost killed him… Gojyo shifted uncomfortably under Hakkai’s gaze. He could not even imagine exactly how out of control Hakkai must have been to nearly warrant his execution. A small shiver inadvertently skittered down his spine with the partial thought.
“It’s always there, you know? It’s just … so…” He was barely able to put his thoughts into words.
“Tempting? Teasing? Mocking? Yeah, I know.” Hakkai shifted, sliding closer, reaching up to run his fingers through Gojyo’s hair. It was exceedingly rare to catch Gojyo’s vulnerable moments but Hakkai couldn’t help savoring them as he stumbled across them. “Our line is particularly susceptible to blood lust. It’s why Sanzo keeps us close and it’s why Crawford keeps us all within reach. You’ll learn to control it with some help… just like we all did. I promise.”
Despite Gojyo’s reservations, Hakkai’s gentle touch always put him at ease. There wasn’t much Gojyo feared in life. He lived by his instincts as a general rule. But now, those instincts were screaming for something he was entirely unwilling to surrender to.
“Are you sure Schuldig is the best one to help me with this? I mean control isn’t exactly his thing either…”
“He understands this better than any of us. If he could get me through it, he can help you.” Hakkai just gave his usual reassured laugh and a smile. “Trust me, he’ll push you. Be prepared for it. He always knows exactly where to push and how hard. And he’s more than capable of reining you in if it doesn’t go as planned.”
Hakkai pushed to his feet, heading for the door.
“You’re not alone in this, Gojyo.” Hakkai paused as he reached for the door, glancing back over his shoulder. His expression was both tender and confident yet still somehow sad. Much too quickly, his reassuring gaze was gone.
“Five minutes. Don’t make me come looking for you again,” Hakkai concluded with a wiry smile.
That widened Gojyo’s eyes and lit a fire under his ass. He’d be ready and on the floor in under four.
It was a holiday weekend with lots of tourists packing the bar to capacity. Gojyo had been on the floor for nearly an hour and had already been on stage twice. In all that time he only caught a single glimpse of Schuldig heading towards the back of the bar with a sweet young gay couple in tow. Gojyo had already turned down too many offers for lap dances and more. Yeah, it was money lost but that really wasn’t his concern at the moment.
He faded back towards Hakkai’s little command center that served as the cashiers desk for all interactions with the talent. He passed a small grateful smile to Aya for fielding the insistent salaryman who would be satisfied with nothing less than a redhead. A real one. The fucker was intent on having that particular point proven as well. The tubby little man would be an easy mark, a fact that was brought into crystal clarity as they passed by. Aya’s small grin confirmed it - he was going to bleed this little fucker like he was the main course. The fat ones always had more stamina for giving up an extra pint or two.
That thought made Gojyo’s teeth itch. Badly.
“You don’t have to prove anything. If it’s too much you don’t have to do this.” Hakkai was at his side with a hand on his shoulder, warmth radiating from his palm. Gojyo squeezed his eyes shut. Even Hakkai had already dived into the buffet.
“I’m alright. I barely even seen Schuldig though.” He scanned the crowd again for the flash of glowing white under the black lights. Gojyo hadn’t fed for days. He was hungry. Very, very hungry. But Hakkai was sure that the elder was the one to help him with this. He just wished he’d hurry the fuck up with the helping part already. He wasn’t sure he could pass up many more golden opportunities like the one he just handed to Aya.
Yohji rounded the corner from his private dance with a sheepish smile. He sidled up beside Hakkai, adjusted the cowboy hat on his head as he leaned down to whisper in his ear. Hakkai gave a nod.
“It’s fine. Here…” He shoved a wad of cash into the blond’s hands. “Cover the desk , I’ll only be a few minutes.” Hakkai gave Yohji’s shoulder a squeeze and disappeared around the corner from which he had come. Yohji he slipped into the chair only to be met with a quizzical expression on Gojyo’s face.
“He knows I suck at this stuff…” Yohji smiled weakly at the raised eyebrow pointed in his direction. “I know… Listen, I tried okay.” The blond lowered his voice to a range he was sure only Gojyo could hear over the din of the club. “And I’m getting better at closing them. At least this time I got it to stop bleeding. ”
Gojyo’s eyebrow crept higher as he tried piecing together Yohji’s meaning before it smacked him solid in the face. His nostrils flared as his sense of smell caught it first, his eyes quickly focusing on the source. A single drop of blood was left, welled in the corner of Yohji’s lips, clinging there tenaciously despite his flurry of words.
“Gojyo?” Yohji couldn’t have missed the change in expression considering the redhead never looked so intense about anything, for any reason. It was instantly unnerving since he knew how that look felt from the inside. “Dude, you okay?”
Gojyo barely managed to blink and tear his eyes away as the hunger welled up hard and fast. “Yeah.” He whispered, swiping a thumb at the corner of his own lips. “You got some right there…”
“Oh…” The blond’s tongue darted out to recapture the small dot of blood with a quick flash of fang.
Gojyo gripped the edge of the desk, the wood creaking as his fingernails slowly crushed indentations into its surface. Fucking Schuldig needed to make with the helping. Now.
“Where’s your daddy?” Gojyo ground out from between clenched teeth.
“Whoa…” Yohji held up a hand as his eye went wide. “Please do NOT let him pick that out of your head. I’ll never hear the end of it…” A patron approached and Yohji flashed him a wide smile as he took his money, offering a quick minute of friendly banter before the man wandered off with a satisfied smile. Yohji continued as if the interruption never occurred.
“I think he’s back in the last champagne court. I think he’s got another forty five minutes though…” Yohji looked up, realizing he was talking to himself. Gojyo was already gone.
Back through the winding passages of private rooms, the sounds and scents were magnified to nearly painful proportions. The novelty of being an unwitting voyeur to the faint sounds of pleasure had long lost its initial appeal. An intoxicating blend of sex with distinct undertones of fresh blood raised the short hairs on the back of Gojyo’s neck. Nervous energy was roiling just under his skin as his hands tightened in and out of tense fists. There was nothing subtle or even enticing about it any longer. All his senses were beyond overloaded. He could sense that precarious cliff and was painfully aware that he was teetering on the barest edge of it.
He shook his head hard as he raced through the narrow hallways. The few people to pass him plastered themselves to the walls, giving him wide berth. He registered nothing, his focus now fixed on a single goal -control. It was supposed to come in the form of an orange-haired elder with little to no regard for anyone save himself. He’d force the bastard to keep to his promise. He really had no other options.
Gojyo came to an abrupt halt at the end of the hallway, hovering just outside the heavy curtain of the last room on the left. With his fists balled tight at his sides he tried to will the insidious urges away, and found himself mentally berating an otherwise engaged Schuldig just beyond the fall of the purple velvet. The only response he received was a small, sudden sensation, as if his tongue was laving over the thick, throbbing cord of carotid artery, swelled ripe and hot with bright fresh blood, heavily seasoned with adrenaline and testosterone.
It was his weakness, his fatal flaw. His ability to sense the invisible chemical language of the living far surpassed the others skill in that regard, so much so that it was currently threatening to drown him. Crawford had suggested that, at some point, he might even be able alter people’s emotions and actions by manipulating them on a biochemical level. Coming from their precognitive founding sire, it wasn’t speculation. It was a guarantee provided Gojyo could pass this initiation - only if he could learn control.
He currently lacked the willpower to summon his outrage at having his weakness so blatantly flaunted in the privacy of his own head though.
Gojyo leaned hard against the wall, his head dropping as his eyes screwed shut. He could feel the heat rising, the pressure in his eyes as his vision changed, the electric like current sparking to life just under his skin. He desperately scrambled for something calming, centering to focus on.
Hakkai and his eerily calm smile symbolized what Gojyo so desperately wanted to achieve. His effortless confidence, his porcelain perfect mask of control. Gojyo focused on his sire but it was not to be. Another small, shared taste of musky, sweat damp skin and the drag of fang over that sweet, inviting feast crushed his attempt with effortless ease. A pained groan escaped him like he’d been sucker punched in the gut as his last bit of resolve crumbled under the psychic onslaught. And fast on its heels, a small moan of pure pleasure echoed in his throat, his cock already straining in the confines of tight leather as his baser instincts greedily grabbed the reins of his tentative control.
“Stop it… please… stop it…” he begged aloud, biting his own lip at the sound of desperation in his voice and then recoiled in outright fear as he realized his fangs were at the ready, a few precious drops of his own blood spreading across his tongue. It was all he could bear. He gripped the curtain tight, nearly tearing it from its moorings.
“You’re supposed to be helping me, you prick… “ he snarled.
There was no reply.
Authority, etiquette and good manners be damned - Gojyo tossed the curtain aside and slid past it with a low feral growl. And almost instantly wished he hadn’t.
Schuldig may have been his elder by an untold number of centuries but there was no way to know that by looking at him. As cold, devious and self-absorbed as the elder could be, he was even more beautiful. Long and lithe, his mane of orange hair cascading down his spine as he tossed his head back in rhythm with the liquid gyrations of his hips as he ground down into the lap beneath him. The wide white mesh encasing his chest terminated just above the small swath of white spandex hugging the round curves of his ass. Already tall, the white platform boots had him towering over the clientele, dominating from every imaginable angle.
The elder did nothing to acknowledge Gojyo’s presence nor did his hips miss a single beat. The dim light and loud music did nothing to dull his performance nor its intended effects. The patron paying for this privilege was far beyond satisfied, his hands grasping at pale thighs and round curves only to lose his hold on every downbeat, and regain it as solid curves slipped back into his grasp as they obeyed the pounding bass line.
It was only a lap dance. Gojyo had already been on both ends of hundreds of them. By now, they were just a means to an end. A job. They had long lost their carnal appeal. And the elder currently performing this one was never really his type. But this wasn’t just a lap dance. This wasn’t about sex even though the pheromones swirling about the room were thick enough to choke him. He could smell the arousal - from both of them. And courtesy of one very arrogant telepathic elder, he could also feel their dual arousals digging into his stomach and twitching through his own hard cock simultaneously. He might actually enjoy this sort of voyeuristic thing if he wasn’t currently so desperate to not lose the last vestiges of his humanity.
This wasn’t a lap dance. It was a hunt. And the predator was enjoying toying with his prey just a bit too much for Gojyo’s comfort.
Despite it all, he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his throat.
The patron on the couch was totally enthralled with the prize within his grasp. The redhead ran his fingers through thick black hair, pulling the glasses from the man’s face, encouraging him to touch as freely as he desired. It was somewhat disconcerting how much the man resembled Crawford in many purely physical ways. Gojyo had no idea what the redhead was up to but it was clear that he was up to something.
Schuldig smirked. Not that Gojyo could see it. He felt it as the elder turned up the volume. The redhead leaned in, his knees trapping the man’s hips between them. The teasing performance turned into a body to body grind, Schuldig’s head dipping to capture his patron in a hungry kiss. Eager hands easily found their way under thin spandex, kneading and grabbing and encouraging fluid hips to move harder, faster, closer. Schuldig let moans and gasps of pleasure easily fall from his lips. It was impossible to tell if they were sincere or not - what whore’s performance ever was? But they sounded - and felt - real enough in Gojyo’s mind but for a whole other reason than for the patron trapped under the redhead.
The man’s climax was rising fast and despite his personal reservations and reluctance to do what Schuldig was currently doing, Gojyo found it difficult to keep his hands off his cock, even if only through the leather of his shorts. In response, Schuldig leaned down to kiss at a willing neck which craned to the side to give him full access. The anticipation drove his spiraling desire even higher… Gojyo knew what came next. He rubbed himself harder, a groan escaping his throat on its own.
Schuldig saw fit to draw out his teasing, his tongue mapping the contours of the patrons throat, teeth scraping over that throbbing pulsing cord just below delicate skin.
“Do you want it?” Schuldig whispered to them both.
The patron spit out a desperate yes but Schuldig paused, awaiting his second answer.
Gojyo was barely capable of rational thought, his desire blinding what little control he struggled to keep. He licked at his fangs, still tasting the hint of his own blood there and shuddered as the last ounce of his resolve crumbled. Crimson eyes fixed on the elder as he hissed yes in response.
Schuldig’s hand slipped down between their bellies to palm the patron’s cock, stroking it hard as he set his teeth to the man’s neck. The man jerked in response, his fingers digging into that little round ass pulling him in even tighter as he offered his neck. Schuldig pulled back, glancing back over his shoulder at Gojyo with a grin as his fangs descended. His hand stroked the man’s cock relentlessly as he turned back and sank his fangs deep. The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the immediate, all-consuming intensity that accompanied a feeding by an ancient such as Schuldig.
The momentary scent of fresh blood pulled a deep moan from Gojyo’s chest. The feel, the taste, the heat of it exploded in his mind, his hand shoving its way into his shorts to take hold of his cock and stroke it hard.
Schuldig drank deep, timing his suction with the stroke of his hand. The man was lost in his ecstasy, moaning uncontrollably as his climax clawed for release while his life force ebbed with every stroke. Schuldig continued to feed, far beyond his fill, far beyond the limits that were placed on them all. The man jerked and bucked beneath him desperate to find release. Schuldig held him tight, his hand never stopping as he suddenly pulled his fangs free, a small spray of blood splattering them both. With a choked cry the man came as his heart struggled to keep its rhythm, searing pleasure bursting through his mind with the most intense - and last - orgasm of his life.
Gojyo’s eyes glazed over with the heady rush of endorphins, incapable of arguing the rightness and wrongness of everything about this situation.
Schuldig’s fingers trailed through the last, weak bubbles of blood seeping from the wounds as he pushed away from the soon to be corpse before it breathed its last. He turned to face Gojyo, unearthly blue eyes finally fixed on him like he was the next course in this buffet. Slowly he sauntered over, a heavy sway in his thin hips, a small drunken smile creasing his bloody lips. Gojyo didn’t know if he wanted to feed off him, fuck him or beat him to bloody pulp. Schuldig seemed intent on removing the annoying illusion of a choice.
The elder’s steps were confident but clearly off balance, his blue eyes little more than an outline around cavernous black pits. The intuition that set Gojyo’s teeth on edge around Schuldig was desperately clawing deep at his psyche but the spell woven by sex and blood and fiendish need kept it locked neatly away. He was here to learn control yet this monster had stripped him of it more easily than even the hunger itself. Perhaps it was the last desperate cries of self-preservation that made him back away; two slow, halting steps that put his back to the wall as Schuldig closed the distance between them.
The word was reflexively right there, nearly on his lips, but it was lost in execution. ‘No’ was realized as a stuttered groan as Schuldig slid a leg between his, long strong fingers finding Gojyo’s hip to pull him in closer.
‘Yes.’ The word resonated in Gojyo’s mind. ‘Yessss…’ A hiss accompanied by thin hips interlocking with his own, trapping his hand between them. “YESSSSSS…” Goyjo was uncertain if Schuldig had actually uttered the sound but the blood welled on his lips escaped in thin rivulets down his chin as if he had.
Watching those crimson drops draw their blood stained trail down his throat was the final nail in Gojyo’s coffin.
All thought escaped him as he lunged forward, one single driving thought encompassing his entire being - feed. But it was not to be. A solid hand appeared in the center of his chest without ever registering as actual movement . Schuldig halted his lunge, all too easily trapping him against the wall with just the tips of his fingers. Gojyo growled but it trailed off into a low whine which brought a sly smirk to Schuldig’s lips. The elder rolled his hips, reminding Gojyo of the other unfulfilled need he still possessed. The slow grind continued on as Schuldig brought his blood-soaked hand up to his own lips, trailing more thick blood across them. Gojyo’s eyes fixed on the sight even as his hips mirrored the grind in tiny motions. He licked his own lips, tasting the scent of fresh blood so very, very close.
Slowly - so very slowly - Schuldig reached out, offering his fingers as still-warm blood sluggishly dripped down between them. Every twitch Gojyo made to intercept them was met with a stab of fingers in his chest and a heavier grind against his hips. He was wild, red eyes blown nearly as wide as the elders, all reason reduced to the blood in front of him and the throbbing of his cock. He quickly adapted to the rules of this game though, finally settling his back against the wall, ceasing his attempts to overthrow the will of his captor. And the moment Schuldig sensed his acquiescence, Gojyo was rewarded. The elder slipped one finger past his lips. Gojyo’s tongue instantly wrapped around it as his cheeks hollowed out, sucking it clean with a low whine of frustration at the paltry offering.
“That’s a good boy… “ Schuldig praised as he offer a second finger for what had turned out to be surprisingly talented ministrations. Gojyo eagerly licked and sucked and by the time Schuldig’s third finger joined the others, he was actually paying it more detailed, deliberate attention.
Schuldig smiled wide as Gojyo turned that corner, the fingers digging into his chest relented, coursing lower down his torso. Schuldig broke the connection between their hips putting just enough space between them to snake his hand into leather shorts, wrapping his hand around Gojyo’s which still had a firm grip on his cock. As Gojyo’s tongue searched for another finger to clean, Schuldig began to slowly pump their fists together, grinding his own hard cock against Gojyo’s thigh.
There was no thought in what Gojyo was doing, only the sweet metallic tang of blood sliding down his throat, and the insidious swell of building pleasure as his hips joined in unison with the rhythm of his tongue. The low whine of frustration was replaced with a small relieved hum of satisfaction.
Schuldig gave a self-satisfied little smile as Goyjo’s dueling needs easily fell into harmonious synchronization. “I can see why he keeps you to himself…”
The only response Gojyo offered was to grip Schuldig’s wrist, popping his fingers from his mouth so he could clean the rest of his hand. As Gojyo’s tongue followed the last trails of blood down his wrist, Schuldig leaned in with a smile, toying with Gojyo’s cock, entirely amused as Gojyo’s hips and tongue fluidly matched the changes in his strokes. After diligent cleaning, Gojyo abandoned his grip on the elders wrist, reaching for his neck to pull him closer, eyes focused on his bloody lips. And Schuldig let him.
A single, hungry swipe of his tongue across the elder’s bloody lips and Gojyo’s groan of pure pleasure resonated so deep in his chest it nearly resembled a purr. Nothing about the meeting of their lips resembled a kiss. Frantic and fevered, their dual arousals found a way to come to terms as their tongues dueled for dominance.
This wasn’t where this would end, Schuldig decided. Cupping his hand around the back of Gojyo’s head he stepped backward, Gojyo compliantly matching his moves. He backed them up to the couch. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Gojyo’s cock, and clumsily groped for the corpse crumpled in the corner. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the body to the floor and with a quick pivot on his heels, tackled Gojyo down into its place.
Those red eyes, fully dilated and so glassy they nearly took on a mirror like quality, never wavered, locked entirely on his one and only focus.
“Too easy…” Schuldig chuckled to himself as he reached into thin spandex to free his own erection. With a long fluid glide of his hips, he brought their dual arousals together before recapturing Gojyo’s tongue with his own.
Schuldig was now undecided. Should he simply take this little puppy right here and now? Oh he wanted it bad enough but, then again, this little puppy had a gorgeous cock. Perhaps one of the very few that he had ever encountered that could possibly rival Brad’s. As he silently debated the pros and cons, he freed Gojyo’s lips which instantly began to wander. But they wandered with directed purpose chasing after the trails of blood coursing down Schuldig’s throat, the drops that had splattered across his collarbone, the fine spatter of arterial spray coating his chest. Schuldig buried his fingers deep in Gojyo’s hair encouraging him on as his hips rocked them both in wild abandon.
Schuldig had finally made his decision, groping with one hand to yank Gojyo’s leather shorts down between thrusts of his hips. Three tugs and his ass was free. As Schuldig was about to push to his knees, an iron grip to the back of his neck completed the action for him. Just that fast he was across the room and flat against the wall, held fast by the throat.
The fingers digging into his windpipe might have precluded speaking but it wasn’t nearly enough to silence his giggling laugh that echoed through every mind in the vicinity.
“What have you done?!” Hakkai roared, slamming Schuldig hard against the wall one more time.
“Has he ever told you how hot you are when you’re angry?” Schuldig silently taunted with reckless glee.
“I trusted you! I asked him to trust you…” Hakkai spat out the words, nearly choking on them in his rage.
There was precious little that eroded Hakkai’s seemingly endless patience. He had worked long and hard to bury the beast within him but it came screaming to the surface all too easily. It was simply a replay of old familiar circumstances separated only by time. He had been so careful with his heart, hiding it away here in this new, never ending life. But he had never fully embraced his change, always silently fighting against his gifts all in a futile effort to retain that which his sire removed from him - at his own bidding - so many years before. He had made the mistake and went and shared what remained of his much too human heart with another who would struggle just as he had, currently was and forever would.
Schuldig recognized the fatal chink in Hakkai’s armor with a malicious smirk and a decided lack of concern, letting his amusement play across his face. The path to his pain was laid bare and Schuldig effortlessly reached long down that path, coaxing his haunted past back into the light. As Hakkai recognized the mental violation, his change was instantaneous, shifting to reflect the form of fury incarnate.
“Get out of my head!” Hakkai bellowed as his fangs descended and his arm swung back, claws at the ready for maximum damage.
“Oh… You want to take a piece out of me. That’s good. Maybe you need to let the monster out to play a bit more often, hmmmm? Have some fun… ” Schuldig challenged, aiming his barbs with a lasers precision even as Hakkai’s claws threatened to snap his head clean off.
“That’s enough!” It wasn’t quite a bellow but it effectively halted Hakkai in his tracks. His head snapped in the direction of the curtain just as it was tossed aside.
“I said enough! You’re not doing this. Put him down and back off.” The click of the hammer as the gun leveled at Hakkai’s head took the lead through the doorway. “Now.”
“Sanzo…” Hakkai growled somewhere between a threat and reluctant submission.
“He needs you… take care of him.” With a pointed stare, the blond nodded in the direction of the couch where Gojyo was just starting to push to his elbows, dazed, confused and still - obviously - painfully aroused.
Hakkai whipped his head around, almost as if he had forgotten why he gone on the defensive in the first place. The hand on Schuldig’s throat reflexively tightened as Hakkai’s eyes darted between Gojyo and Sanzo. Sanzo’s stare intensified, catching Hakkai in its pull. After a long moment, his grip slowly relented. A low groan from Gojyo broke the spell and Hakkai all but dropped Schuldig to the floor, his form shifting back to its usual as he crossed the room to tend to his progeny.
Sanzo lowered the gun as he assumed Hakkai’s place, jacking Schuldig up, back against the wall with a hand to his chest. Schuldig’s chuckle was knocked out of his lungs as his head hit the wall once again.
“You’re a fucking disgrace... putting us all at risk because you can’t fucking control yourself. AGAIN. “
“A fucking disgrace that you asked to fix another one of your feral little puppies. You sure I’m the disgrace...”
Sanzo’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Stealing the progeny of your own kin… that’s low even for you.”
Schuldig’s gaze wandered somewhere over Sanzo’s shoulder, snorting in amusement as Hakkai carefully examined Gojyo . The redhead’s lack of coherent response and the smear of blood across his face had Hakkai in quite the state of concern.
He didn’t even need to read Hakkai’s thoughts to see the fear clearly playing across the delicate features of his face. The sheer terror in his eyes as the possibility of losing his precious fledgling flared to life. After all, that was all it would take… from one as old as Schuldig. A small slice across his lip during a vicious kiss. A few precious drops. The elder’s blood was so much more powerful than his own. It would take so very little to begin the bonding process and strip Hakkai of his own power and control as Gojyo’s sire.
Sanzo was not as unaffected by that inescapable possibility as he would like Schuldig to believe either. Even though circumstances effectively placed them as equals in generation, Schuldig was many centuries older, wiser, crueler… Sanzo glanced back over his shoulder, his face twitching ever so slightly towards sullen. It spoke volumes.
Schuldig breathed their swirl of emotions in, savoring the rare treat but it would have to be fleeting for a good number of reasons. With a long slow blink, he leveled his gaze on Sanzo.
“Relax…” Schuldig drawled, the word a low hiss as he sacrificed his own pleasure. “… it isn’t my blood."
Author: oracle_dreams
Fandom: WK / Saiyuki
Rating: NC17 / NSFW / trigger warnings: sex, blood and violence
Summary: An elusive clan of vampires has been gathered by their sire and his purpose isn't all that clear. Their enemies are circling but is it a threat from without or from within that threatens to sever their bonds forged in blood?
Disclaimer: WK /Saiyuki are not mine.
A/N: Otherwise known as 'Vampire Strippers'. Many thanks for the cheerleading summerbutterfly! And for the kicks in the ass from and mad beta skillz of crescentium!
Somewhere deep within the neon nightlife of Bangkok, Thailand
“Come on ladies, hurry it up… we have a full club tonight.” Hakkai gave a few curt little claps along with his disarming smile to get his preening ladyboys moving out from in front of the dressing table mirrors and onto the floor. After a few suggestive gestures and flirtations from his entertainers, Hakkai herded the bulk of them out of the dressing room door, then turned his attentions to the other side of the room. There, the last of his star performers was taking his sweet time getting ready for the evening. With a concerned pout he slowly crossed to the couch, stopping a few steps in front of Gojyo.
Hakkai closing the distance was enough to spur Gojyo into action. He reached for his boots and began stuffing his feet into them silently swearing to himself that his next boots would not have laces. A few of the veteran ladyboys had attempted to teach him their speed lacing technique but he still had yet to master it. Slow methodical bootlacing wasn’t enough to deter a determined Hakkai though.
“I’m almost ready. You don’t have to hover.” Gojyo passed the club manager a fleeting glance that was miles from making actual eye contact.
“I know.” That pleasant little smile and the pleasant little tone was Hakkai’s default MO. It simply put people at ease yet told them nothing. Gojyo prided himself on finally knowing the difference. Hakkai continued standing in the same spot rocking lightly onhis heels, his quiet patience an overwhelming force all its own.
Gojyo could feel the eyes of the last lingering performers stealing long glances in their direction. The truth of it was that the rest of the staff were all wary on some level. They made them nervous; these gaijin boys who arrived out of nowhere, these boys who were much too gay, or not gay enough, depending on whom you spoke to. At least, those were the reasons the ladyboys seemed to settle on.
As the last stragglers left the room, Hakkai crossed to the couch and sat down knee to knee with the redhead.
“You’re nervous.” There was no hiding the scent of it nor the subtle tension in his posture from Hakkai.
“No. I’m fine.” Gojyo’s words were much too quick. The fact that he could barely pull his eyes off the floor confirmed his lack of faith in them.
Hakkai sighed as he leaned back into the couch, a delicate hand reaching for Gojyo’s chin, pulling his eyes off the floor. “Look at me.”
As simple as the spoken words were, they commanded compliance like a physical force, the strength in that delicate hand nearly radiated from his fingertips, raising Gojyo’s eyes for him.
“We have all been through this. Every single one of us. You can do this.” As hard and unforgiving as his grip and words had felt, there was nothing but familiar, jovial tenderness in Hakkai’s eyes.
“I… I don’t want to lose it again. It’s just… I don’t know if I can…” Gojyo finally conceded his denial. He already knew he wouldn’t deny Hakkai anything he truly wanted but being reminded that he couldn’t still stung. He desperately wanted to pull his gaze away and retreat back into comfortable self-loathing and denial. Hakkai had already declared that was no longer an option. In fact it was a condition he required while sinking his fangs deep and drinking way beyond his fill just months ago.
Hakkai’s shoulders dropped, his eyes closing as his chin dipped down ever so slightly.
“It’s my fault... please stop blaming yourself.”
Gojyo recoiled as if he’d been slapped. Hakkai had done way more for him than he felt he could ever deserved. And now he wanted to take on Gojyo’s failure as his own.
“What? No! I asked for this… this isn’t…”
“Gojyo. I had the same problem only much worse than you. I lost control so badly Crawford nearly had to put me down.” Hakkai reached for his own stomach, tracing the vicious scar across his abdomen through the fabric. Gojyo knew its contours well but only now was Hakkai finally putting some context to its origin. “It’s not your fault. It’s inherited. From me… thus my fault.”
Hakkai had only alluded to his own change being difficult before. This small explanation may have put it in a bit clearer context but it was even more unsettling than the pervasive sense of dread already shredding Gojyo’s nerves. And if Crawford had almost killed him… Gojyo shifted uncomfortably under Hakkai’s gaze. He could not even imagine exactly how out of control Hakkai must have been to nearly warrant his execution. A small shiver inadvertently skittered down his spine with the partial thought.
“It’s always there, you know? It’s just … so…” He was barely able to put his thoughts into words.
“Tempting? Teasing? Mocking? Yeah, I know.” Hakkai shifted, sliding closer, reaching up to run his fingers through Gojyo’s hair. It was exceedingly rare to catch Gojyo’s vulnerable moments but Hakkai couldn’t help savoring them as he stumbled across them. “Our line is particularly susceptible to blood lust. It’s why Sanzo keeps us close and it’s why Crawford keeps us all within reach. You’ll learn to control it with some help… just like we all did. I promise.”
Despite Gojyo’s reservations, Hakkai’s gentle touch always put him at ease. There wasn’t much Gojyo feared in life. He lived by his instincts as a general rule. But now, those instincts were screaming for something he was entirely unwilling to surrender to.
“Are you sure Schuldig is the best one to help me with this? I mean control isn’t exactly his thing either…”
“He understands this better than any of us. If he could get me through it, he can help you.” Hakkai just gave his usual reassured laugh and a smile. “Trust me, he’ll push you. Be prepared for it. He always knows exactly where to push and how hard. And he’s more than capable of reining you in if it doesn’t go as planned.”
Hakkai pushed to his feet, heading for the door.
“You’re not alone in this, Gojyo.” Hakkai paused as he reached for the door, glancing back over his shoulder. His expression was both tender and confident yet still somehow sad. Much too quickly, his reassuring gaze was gone.
“Five minutes. Don’t make me come looking for you again,” Hakkai concluded with a wiry smile.
That widened Gojyo’s eyes and lit a fire under his ass. He’d be ready and on the floor in under four.
It was a holiday weekend with lots of tourists packing the bar to capacity. Gojyo had been on the floor for nearly an hour and had already been on stage twice. In all that time he only caught a single glimpse of Schuldig heading towards the back of the bar with a sweet young gay couple in tow. Gojyo had already turned down too many offers for lap dances and more. Yeah, it was money lost but that really wasn’t his concern at the moment.
He faded back towards Hakkai’s little command center that served as the cashiers desk for all interactions with the talent. He passed a small grateful smile to Aya for fielding the insistent salaryman who would be satisfied with nothing less than a redhead. A real one. The fucker was intent on having that particular point proven as well. The tubby little man would be an easy mark, a fact that was brought into crystal clarity as they passed by. Aya’s small grin confirmed it - he was going to bleed this little fucker like he was the main course. The fat ones always had more stamina for giving up an extra pint or two.
That thought made Gojyo’s teeth itch. Badly.
“You don’t have to prove anything. If it’s too much you don’t have to do this.” Hakkai was at his side with a hand on his shoulder, warmth radiating from his palm. Gojyo squeezed his eyes shut. Even Hakkai had already dived into the buffet.
“I’m alright. I barely even seen Schuldig though.” He scanned the crowd again for the flash of glowing white under the black lights. Gojyo hadn’t fed for days. He was hungry. Very, very hungry. But Hakkai was sure that the elder was the one to help him with this. He just wished he’d hurry the fuck up with the helping part already. He wasn’t sure he could pass up many more golden opportunities like the one he just handed to Aya.
Yohji rounded the corner from his private dance with a sheepish smile. He sidled up beside Hakkai, adjusted the cowboy hat on his head as he leaned down to whisper in his ear. Hakkai gave a nod.
“It’s fine. Here…” He shoved a wad of cash into the blond’s hands. “Cover the desk , I’ll only be a few minutes.” Hakkai gave Yohji’s shoulder a squeeze and disappeared around the corner from which he had come. Yohji he slipped into the chair only to be met with a quizzical expression on Gojyo’s face.
“He knows I suck at this stuff…” Yohji smiled weakly at the raised eyebrow pointed in his direction. “I know… Listen, I tried okay.” The blond lowered his voice to a range he was sure only Gojyo could hear over the din of the club. “And I’m getting better at closing them. At least this time I got it to stop bleeding. ”
Gojyo’s eyebrow crept higher as he tried piecing together Yohji’s meaning before it smacked him solid in the face. His nostrils flared as his sense of smell caught it first, his eyes quickly focusing on the source. A single drop of blood was left, welled in the corner of Yohji’s lips, clinging there tenaciously despite his flurry of words.
“Gojyo?” Yohji couldn’t have missed the change in expression considering the redhead never looked so intense about anything, for any reason. It was instantly unnerving since he knew how that look felt from the inside. “Dude, you okay?”
Gojyo barely managed to blink and tear his eyes away as the hunger welled up hard and fast. “Yeah.” He whispered, swiping a thumb at the corner of his own lips. “You got some right there…”
“Oh…” The blond’s tongue darted out to recapture the small dot of blood with a quick flash of fang.
Gojyo gripped the edge of the desk, the wood creaking as his fingernails slowly crushed indentations into its surface. Fucking Schuldig needed to make with the helping. Now.
“Where’s your daddy?” Gojyo ground out from between clenched teeth.
“Whoa…” Yohji held up a hand as his eye went wide. “Please do NOT let him pick that out of your head. I’ll never hear the end of it…” A patron approached and Yohji flashed him a wide smile as he took his money, offering a quick minute of friendly banter before the man wandered off with a satisfied smile. Yohji continued as if the interruption never occurred.
“I think he’s back in the last champagne court. I think he’s got another forty five minutes though…” Yohji looked up, realizing he was talking to himself. Gojyo was already gone.
Back through the winding passages of private rooms, the sounds and scents were magnified to nearly painful proportions. The novelty of being an unwitting voyeur to the faint sounds of pleasure had long lost its initial appeal. An intoxicating blend of sex with distinct undertones of fresh blood raised the short hairs on the back of Gojyo’s neck. Nervous energy was roiling just under his skin as his hands tightened in and out of tense fists. There was nothing subtle or even enticing about it any longer. All his senses were beyond overloaded. He could sense that precarious cliff and was painfully aware that he was teetering on the barest edge of it.
He shook his head hard as he raced through the narrow hallways. The few people to pass him plastered themselves to the walls, giving him wide berth. He registered nothing, his focus now fixed on a single goal -control. It was supposed to come in the form of an orange-haired elder with little to no regard for anyone save himself. He’d force the bastard to keep to his promise. He really had no other options.
Gojyo came to an abrupt halt at the end of the hallway, hovering just outside the heavy curtain of the last room on the left. With his fists balled tight at his sides he tried to will the insidious urges away, and found himself mentally berating an otherwise engaged Schuldig just beyond the fall of the purple velvet. The only response he received was a small, sudden sensation, as if his tongue was laving over the thick, throbbing cord of carotid artery, swelled ripe and hot with bright fresh blood, heavily seasoned with adrenaline and testosterone.
It was his weakness, his fatal flaw. His ability to sense the invisible chemical language of the living far surpassed the others skill in that regard, so much so that it was currently threatening to drown him. Crawford had suggested that, at some point, he might even be able alter people’s emotions and actions by manipulating them on a biochemical level. Coming from their precognitive founding sire, it wasn’t speculation. It was a guarantee provided Gojyo could pass this initiation - only if he could learn control.
He currently lacked the willpower to summon his outrage at having his weakness so blatantly flaunted in the privacy of his own head though.
Gojyo leaned hard against the wall, his head dropping as his eyes screwed shut. He could feel the heat rising, the pressure in his eyes as his vision changed, the electric like current sparking to life just under his skin. He desperately scrambled for something calming, centering to focus on.
Hakkai and his eerily calm smile symbolized what Gojyo so desperately wanted to achieve. His effortless confidence, his porcelain perfect mask of control. Gojyo focused on his sire but it was not to be. Another small, shared taste of musky, sweat damp skin and the drag of fang over that sweet, inviting feast crushed his attempt with effortless ease. A pained groan escaped him like he’d been sucker punched in the gut as his last bit of resolve crumbled under the psychic onslaught. And fast on its heels, a small moan of pure pleasure echoed in his throat, his cock already straining in the confines of tight leather as his baser instincts greedily grabbed the reins of his tentative control.
“Stop it… please… stop it…” he begged aloud, biting his own lip at the sound of desperation in his voice and then recoiled in outright fear as he realized his fangs were at the ready, a few precious drops of his own blood spreading across his tongue. It was all he could bear. He gripped the curtain tight, nearly tearing it from its moorings.
“You’re supposed to be helping me, you prick… “ he snarled.
There was no reply.
Authority, etiquette and good manners be damned - Gojyo tossed the curtain aside and slid past it with a low feral growl. And almost instantly wished he hadn’t.
Schuldig may have been his elder by an untold number of centuries but there was no way to know that by looking at him. As cold, devious and self-absorbed as the elder could be, he was even more beautiful. Long and lithe, his mane of orange hair cascading down his spine as he tossed his head back in rhythm with the liquid gyrations of his hips as he ground down into the lap beneath him. The wide white mesh encasing his chest terminated just above the small swath of white spandex hugging the round curves of his ass. Already tall, the white platform boots had him towering over the clientele, dominating from every imaginable angle.
The elder did nothing to acknowledge Gojyo’s presence nor did his hips miss a single beat. The dim light and loud music did nothing to dull his performance nor its intended effects. The patron paying for this privilege was far beyond satisfied, his hands grasping at pale thighs and round curves only to lose his hold on every downbeat, and regain it as solid curves slipped back into his grasp as they obeyed the pounding bass line.
It was only a lap dance. Gojyo had already been on both ends of hundreds of them. By now, they were just a means to an end. A job. They had long lost their carnal appeal. And the elder currently performing this one was never really his type. But this wasn’t just a lap dance. This wasn’t about sex even though the pheromones swirling about the room were thick enough to choke him. He could smell the arousal - from both of them. And courtesy of one very arrogant telepathic elder, he could also feel their dual arousals digging into his stomach and twitching through his own hard cock simultaneously. He might actually enjoy this sort of voyeuristic thing if he wasn’t currently so desperate to not lose the last vestiges of his humanity.
This wasn’t a lap dance. It was a hunt. And the predator was enjoying toying with his prey just a bit too much for Gojyo’s comfort.
Despite it all, he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his throat.
The patron on the couch was totally enthralled with the prize within his grasp. The redhead ran his fingers through thick black hair, pulling the glasses from the man’s face, encouraging him to touch as freely as he desired. It was somewhat disconcerting how much the man resembled Crawford in many purely physical ways. Gojyo had no idea what the redhead was up to but it was clear that he was up to something.
Schuldig smirked. Not that Gojyo could see it. He felt it as the elder turned up the volume. The redhead leaned in, his knees trapping the man’s hips between them. The teasing performance turned into a body to body grind, Schuldig’s head dipping to capture his patron in a hungry kiss. Eager hands easily found their way under thin spandex, kneading and grabbing and encouraging fluid hips to move harder, faster, closer. Schuldig let moans and gasps of pleasure easily fall from his lips. It was impossible to tell if they were sincere or not - what whore’s performance ever was? But they sounded - and felt - real enough in Gojyo’s mind but for a whole other reason than for the patron trapped under the redhead.
The man’s climax was rising fast and despite his personal reservations and reluctance to do what Schuldig was currently doing, Gojyo found it difficult to keep his hands off his cock, even if only through the leather of his shorts. In response, Schuldig leaned down to kiss at a willing neck which craned to the side to give him full access. The anticipation drove his spiraling desire even higher… Gojyo knew what came next. He rubbed himself harder, a groan escaping his throat on its own.
Schuldig saw fit to draw out his teasing, his tongue mapping the contours of the patrons throat, teeth scraping over that throbbing pulsing cord just below delicate skin.
“Do you want it?” Schuldig whispered to them both.
The patron spit out a desperate yes but Schuldig paused, awaiting his second answer.
Gojyo was barely capable of rational thought, his desire blinding what little control he struggled to keep. He licked at his fangs, still tasting the hint of his own blood there and shuddered as the last ounce of his resolve crumbled. Crimson eyes fixed on the elder as he hissed yes in response.
Schuldig’s hand slipped down between their bellies to palm the patron’s cock, stroking it hard as he set his teeth to the man’s neck. The man jerked in response, his fingers digging into that little round ass pulling him in even tighter as he offered his neck. Schuldig pulled back, glancing back over his shoulder at Gojyo with a grin as his fangs descended. His hand stroked the man’s cock relentlessly as he turned back and sank his fangs deep. The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the immediate, all-consuming intensity that accompanied a feeding by an ancient such as Schuldig.
The momentary scent of fresh blood pulled a deep moan from Gojyo’s chest. The feel, the taste, the heat of it exploded in his mind, his hand shoving its way into his shorts to take hold of his cock and stroke it hard.
Schuldig drank deep, timing his suction with the stroke of his hand. The man was lost in his ecstasy, moaning uncontrollably as his climax clawed for release while his life force ebbed with every stroke. Schuldig continued to feed, far beyond his fill, far beyond the limits that were placed on them all. The man jerked and bucked beneath him desperate to find release. Schuldig held him tight, his hand never stopping as he suddenly pulled his fangs free, a small spray of blood splattering them both. With a choked cry the man came as his heart struggled to keep its rhythm, searing pleasure bursting through his mind with the most intense - and last - orgasm of his life.
Gojyo’s eyes glazed over with the heady rush of endorphins, incapable of arguing the rightness and wrongness of everything about this situation.
Schuldig’s fingers trailed through the last, weak bubbles of blood seeping from the wounds as he pushed away from the soon to be corpse before it breathed its last. He turned to face Gojyo, unearthly blue eyes finally fixed on him like he was the next course in this buffet. Slowly he sauntered over, a heavy sway in his thin hips, a small drunken smile creasing his bloody lips. Gojyo didn’t know if he wanted to feed off him, fuck him or beat him to bloody pulp. Schuldig seemed intent on removing the annoying illusion of a choice.
The elder’s steps were confident but clearly off balance, his blue eyes little more than an outline around cavernous black pits. The intuition that set Gojyo’s teeth on edge around Schuldig was desperately clawing deep at his psyche but the spell woven by sex and blood and fiendish need kept it locked neatly away. He was here to learn control yet this monster had stripped him of it more easily than even the hunger itself. Perhaps it was the last desperate cries of self-preservation that made him back away; two slow, halting steps that put his back to the wall as Schuldig closed the distance between them.
The word was reflexively right there, nearly on his lips, but it was lost in execution. ‘No’ was realized as a stuttered groan as Schuldig slid a leg between his, long strong fingers finding Gojyo’s hip to pull him in closer.
‘Yes.’ The word resonated in Gojyo’s mind. ‘Yessss…’ A hiss accompanied by thin hips interlocking with his own, trapping his hand between them. “YESSSSSS…” Goyjo was uncertain if Schuldig had actually uttered the sound but the blood welled on his lips escaped in thin rivulets down his chin as if he had.
Watching those crimson drops draw their blood stained trail down his throat was the final nail in Gojyo’s coffin.
All thought escaped him as he lunged forward, one single driving thought encompassing his entire being - feed. But it was not to be. A solid hand appeared in the center of his chest without ever registering as actual movement . Schuldig halted his lunge, all too easily trapping him against the wall with just the tips of his fingers. Gojyo growled but it trailed off into a low whine which brought a sly smirk to Schuldig’s lips. The elder rolled his hips, reminding Gojyo of the other unfulfilled need he still possessed. The slow grind continued on as Schuldig brought his blood-soaked hand up to his own lips, trailing more thick blood across them. Gojyo’s eyes fixed on the sight even as his hips mirrored the grind in tiny motions. He licked his own lips, tasting the scent of fresh blood so very, very close.
Slowly - so very slowly - Schuldig reached out, offering his fingers as still-warm blood sluggishly dripped down between them. Every twitch Gojyo made to intercept them was met with a stab of fingers in his chest and a heavier grind against his hips. He was wild, red eyes blown nearly as wide as the elders, all reason reduced to the blood in front of him and the throbbing of his cock. He quickly adapted to the rules of this game though, finally settling his back against the wall, ceasing his attempts to overthrow the will of his captor. And the moment Schuldig sensed his acquiescence, Gojyo was rewarded. The elder slipped one finger past his lips. Gojyo’s tongue instantly wrapped around it as his cheeks hollowed out, sucking it clean with a low whine of frustration at the paltry offering.
“That’s a good boy… “ Schuldig praised as he offer a second finger for what had turned out to be surprisingly talented ministrations. Gojyo eagerly licked and sucked and by the time Schuldig’s third finger joined the others, he was actually paying it more detailed, deliberate attention.
Schuldig smiled wide as Gojyo turned that corner, the fingers digging into his chest relented, coursing lower down his torso. Schuldig broke the connection between their hips putting just enough space between them to snake his hand into leather shorts, wrapping his hand around Gojyo’s which still had a firm grip on his cock. As Gojyo’s tongue searched for another finger to clean, Schuldig began to slowly pump their fists together, grinding his own hard cock against Gojyo’s thigh.
There was no thought in what Gojyo was doing, only the sweet metallic tang of blood sliding down his throat, and the insidious swell of building pleasure as his hips joined in unison with the rhythm of his tongue. The low whine of frustration was replaced with a small relieved hum of satisfaction.
Schuldig gave a self-satisfied little smile as Goyjo’s dueling needs easily fell into harmonious synchronization. “I can see why he keeps you to himself…”
The only response Gojyo offered was to grip Schuldig’s wrist, popping his fingers from his mouth so he could clean the rest of his hand. As Gojyo’s tongue followed the last trails of blood down his wrist, Schuldig leaned in with a smile, toying with Gojyo’s cock, entirely amused as Gojyo’s hips and tongue fluidly matched the changes in his strokes. After diligent cleaning, Gojyo abandoned his grip on the elders wrist, reaching for his neck to pull him closer, eyes focused on his bloody lips. And Schuldig let him.
A single, hungry swipe of his tongue across the elder’s bloody lips and Gojyo’s groan of pure pleasure resonated so deep in his chest it nearly resembled a purr. Nothing about the meeting of their lips resembled a kiss. Frantic and fevered, their dual arousals found a way to come to terms as their tongues dueled for dominance.
This wasn’t where this would end, Schuldig decided. Cupping his hand around the back of Gojyo’s head he stepped backward, Gojyo compliantly matching his moves. He backed them up to the couch. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Gojyo’s cock, and clumsily groped for the corpse crumpled in the corner. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the body to the floor and with a quick pivot on his heels, tackled Gojyo down into its place.
Those red eyes, fully dilated and so glassy they nearly took on a mirror like quality, never wavered, locked entirely on his one and only focus.
“Too easy…” Schuldig chuckled to himself as he reached into thin spandex to free his own erection. With a long fluid glide of his hips, he brought their dual arousals together before recapturing Gojyo’s tongue with his own.
Schuldig was now undecided. Should he simply take this little puppy right here and now? Oh he wanted it bad enough but, then again, this little puppy had a gorgeous cock. Perhaps one of the very few that he had ever encountered that could possibly rival Brad’s. As he silently debated the pros and cons, he freed Gojyo’s lips which instantly began to wander. But they wandered with directed purpose chasing after the trails of blood coursing down Schuldig’s throat, the drops that had splattered across his collarbone, the fine spatter of arterial spray coating his chest. Schuldig buried his fingers deep in Gojyo’s hair encouraging him on as his hips rocked them both in wild abandon.
Schuldig had finally made his decision, groping with one hand to yank Gojyo’s leather shorts down between thrusts of his hips. Three tugs and his ass was free. As Schuldig was about to push to his knees, an iron grip to the back of his neck completed the action for him. Just that fast he was across the room and flat against the wall, held fast by the throat.
The fingers digging into his windpipe might have precluded speaking but it wasn’t nearly enough to silence his giggling laugh that echoed through every mind in the vicinity.
“What have you done?!” Hakkai roared, slamming Schuldig hard against the wall one more time.
“Has he ever told you how hot you are when you’re angry?” Schuldig silently taunted with reckless glee.
“I trusted you! I asked him to trust you…” Hakkai spat out the words, nearly choking on them in his rage.
There was precious little that eroded Hakkai’s seemingly endless patience. He had worked long and hard to bury the beast within him but it came screaming to the surface all too easily. It was simply a replay of old familiar circumstances separated only by time. He had been so careful with his heart, hiding it away here in this new, never ending life. But he had never fully embraced his change, always silently fighting against his gifts all in a futile effort to retain that which his sire removed from him - at his own bidding - so many years before. He had made the mistake and went and shared what remained of his much too human heart with another who would struggle just as he had, currently was and forever would.
Schuldig recognized the fatal chink in Hakkai’s armor with a malicious smirk and a decided lack of concern, letting his amusement play across his face. The path to his pain was laid bare and Schuldig effortlessly reached long down that path, coaxing his haunted past back into the light. As Hakkai recognized the mental violation, his change was instantaneous, shifting to reflect the form of fury incarnate.
“Get out of my head!” Hakkai bellowed as his fangs descended and his arm swung back, claws at the ready for maximum damage.
“Oh… You want to take a piece out of me. That’s good. Maybe you need to let the monster out to play a bit more often, hmmmm? Have some fun… ” Schuldig challenged, aiming his barbs with a lasers precision even as Hakkai’s claws threatened to snap his head clean off.
“That’s enough!” It wasn’t quite a bellow but it effectively halted Hakkai in his tracks. His head snapped in the direction of the curtain just as it was tossed aside.
“I said enough! You’re not doing this. Put him down and back off.” The click of the hammer as the gun leveled at Hakkai’s head took the lead through the doorway. “Now.”
“Sanzo…” Hakkai growled somewhere between a threat and reluctant submission.
“He needs you… take care of him.” With a pointed stare, the blond nodded in the direction of the couch where Gojyo was just starting to push to his elbows, dazed, confused and still - obviously - painfully aroused.
Hakkai whipped his head around, almost as if he had forgotten why he gone on the defensive in the first place. The hand on Schuldig’s throat reflexively tightened as Hakkai’s eyes darted between Gojyo and Sanzo. Sanzo’s stare intensified, catching Hakkai in its pull. After a long moment, his grip slowly relented. A low groan from Gojyo broke the spell and Hakkai all but dropped Schuldig to the floor, his form shifting back to its usual as he crossed the room to tend to his progeny.
Sanzo lowered the gun as he assumed Hakkai’s place, jacking Schuldig up, back against the wall with a hand to his chest. Schuldig’s chuckle was knocked out of his lungs as his head hit the wall once again.
“You’re a fucking disgrace... putting us all at risk because you can’t fucking control yourself. AGAIN. “
“A fucking disgrace that you asked to fix another one of your feral little puppies. You sure I’m the disgrace...”
Sanzo’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Stealing the progeny of your own kin… that’s low even for you.”
Schuldig’s gaze wandered somewhere over Sanzo’s shoulder, snorting in amusement as Hakkai carefully examined Gojyo . The redhead’s lack of coherent response and the smear of blood across his face had Hakkai in quite the state of concern.
He didn’t even need to read Hakkai’s thoughts to see the fear clearly playing across the delicate features of his face. The sheer terror in his eyes as the possibility of losing his precious fledgling flared to life. After all, that was all it would take… from one as old as Schuldig. A small slice across his lip during a vicious kiss. A few precious drops. The elder’s blood was so much more powerful than his own. It would take so very little to begin the bonding process and strip Hakkai of his own power and control as Gojyo’s sire.
Sanzo was not as unaffected by that inescapable possibility as he would like Schuldig to believe either. Even though circumstances effectively placed them as equals in generation, Schuldig was many centuries older, wiser, crueler… Sanzo glanced back over his shoulder, his face twitching ever so slightly towards sullen. It spoke volumes.
Schuldig breathed their swirl of emotions in, savoring the rare treat but it would have to be fleeting for a good number of reasons. With a long slow blink, he leveled his gaze on Sanzo.
“Relax…” Schuldig drawled, the word a low hiss as he sacrificed his own pleasure. “… it isn’t my blood."