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Title: After Dark
Rating: 18
Genre: Supernatural Horror
Band: Mejibray
Pairing: Koichi x MiA
Summary: The sun protects us, a shining beacon that has kept the darkness at bay. Evil fears it, for the light is their weakness and they shun it. Even the sun can't protect me now, nothing can. Except perhaps for the man I know only as 'Koichi'.
Author's Note: New chapters every Monday and Friday. (This chapter posted early as I'm not sure if I can get online tomorrow.)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
New Chapter:
Chapter Four
I'm sat on the bed shocked, as Koichi rushed to the bathroom to clean out the taste of my blood. What had just happened? Why would he react this way? My fear returned, but for different reasons now. A minute or two later Koichi returns and begins to add medical dressing to my still bleeding neck. I have to speak what's on my mind, otherwise it would plague me.
“Am I sick?” I asked. It's the only reason why I can think that Koichi would reject my blood.
“Not that I can tell,” Koichi reassured me. “I can't taste all disease though.”
“Could you taste HIV?” I asked, “I dated a guy who had it, I've been tested twice, you need to wait twelve days for it to show you see, the doctor's said I was clean. They could be wrong and....”
“You don't have HIV,” Koichi reassured me, “That one I can taste, and yes, it effects vampires too. Just in different ways.”
“I wanted to kill him, when I found out,” I confessed, “I was so lucky not to have caught it from him. Really, it was almost a miracle.”
“Is that why you stopped dating?” Koichi asked gently, “You told me you hadn't been with a man for two years?”
“I couldn't trust anyone,” I admitted. It went beyond that, I had even tried to be straight for awhile. What kind of idiot slept around and didn't use protection? If I hadn't insisted... No, it wasn't worth thinking about. I had, and because of it I was clean. The doctors, and Koichi, had both confirmed it.
“Well then, you're best of with me,” Koichi reassured me, with a smile, “I can't catch or carry most human diseases, the rare exceptions finish us off quickly.”
I nod, not wanting to question him on what happened if a vampire got sick. It seemed to personal, like I was prying into his weaknesses for my own self gain.
“What's wrong with my blood?” I asked as Koichi finished tending to my wound. If my blood was no good to him, why would he bother to keep me around? I admit that I was being selfish, but the longer you live with vampires, the more you learn to accept that part of yourself.
“Every human emotion adds hormones to the blood,” Koichi explained, “No matter how good clone blood is, it's bland without them. Right now though, your blood is such a cocktail of emotions that I personally find it undrinkable.”
I nodded, fear, stress and lust had surely had more than a small effect on the hormones flowing through me right now. “You say, you personally?”
“I'm picky,” Koichi admitted, “Did you expect anything less?”
“Honestly, no,” I said, “Does blood type matter?”
“Oh yes,” Koichi said, “You were so helpful listing yours on the website, the perfect O.”
“The website asked, so I filled in all the boxes,” I replied. I'd hardly thought vampires were searching online for their dinner. The question was only there because some people thought blood and personality types were linked, right? Perhaps the owner had been a vampire all along.
“Such an obedient boy,” Koichi teased. “I'd expect nothing less from my Princess.”
“That's right,” I remembered, it had hardly seemed important enough to mention before. “You're a Vampire Prince? Or was that just you bragging?”
“That's right,” Koichi replied. “I suppose it does no harm to tell you. Vampires live in what we call clans. Some are small, but the Meji clan, my clan, has around three hundred members. We don't all live together of course, but we're around. My father is the leader, a Vampire King. A King has two lieutenants, they are the Princes. My clan is one of the strongest, magic isn't normal for vampires but in the Meji clan, well both Princes and the King have power. Even Meto doesn't know how we got it, so no, I won't tell you.”
“And the Raven Clan?” I asked.
“They're larger, but no magic users,” Koichi answered. “We usually leave each other alone, but they've crossed a line now. Who knows how father will react.”
“Your father?” I probed. It was risky asking so many questions, but I wanted to understand. Koichi was getting bored, I could tell that much, but to my relief he answered this one.
“My father was a powerful man when he was alive, a duke to be precise. He became a vampire by choice, having seduced a vampire woman. He was in her clan awhile, before he left to form his own. Anyway, in payment for his immortality, he gave the vampire clan his children. They were drunk dry, though father had no part in that. He was too busy turning his illegitimate sons into creatures like him. He was the one who found the secret of magic, a secret passed down only to his favourite children. Father always preferred us, his true born children were only loyal to their mother.”
“He sounds...” I began, falling silent at Koichi's murderous glare.
“Don't ever speak bad of my father,” Koichi snarled. Before I could apologise, he had walked out of the bedroom and I knew better than to follow.
Hunger convinced me to leave the room, though I was terrified Koichi would still be angry. He was nowhere in sight, had I been left alone? I glanced at the door, but headed to the kitchen instead, where I prepared a simple meal. I was just cleaning up when Meto returned with a second batch of food.
“Unpack that for me,” Meto ordered, turning on the TV and settling down silently to watch it. I did as ordered, already having one vampire mad at me and not needing another. Once done Meto took the shopping trolley and took it outside. With the door open I could see Koichi sat on the wall outside, obviously sulking. Part of me wanted to go and comfort me, part of me knew I couldn't try without breaking the rules. The final part of me didn't even want to. How could Koichi tell me a story of a man causing the death of his own children, and expect me not to react in horror? Did I really want to be living with somebody who thought that kind of thing was OK?
“Will you share what's up with him?” Meto asked as he shut the door behind him. As scared as I was of him, it did occur to me that Meto was far calmer and less emotional than the Prince. In this way it made him far easier to read.
“He told me the story of his father,” I said, not too surprised when that was enough for Meto to understand.
“And you spoke out against him?” Meto finished, I shook my head and explained I hadn't even had the chance, “Be very careful about what you say about King Alden. Koichi adores him. That's all you need to know.”
“And his brother?” I ask. Meto snarled at me, actually growing with his fangs on show.
“Don't ask so many questions,” Meto warned. I was already starting to get that. Vampires didn't like personal questions, check. To my surprise Meto relaxed and answered me. “Biologically they're half brothers, through their father. Now, that's all you need to know.”
“Right,” I agree. It wasn't, far from it. Who was Koichi's brother? Why had it been so terrible I had even asked?
It took a couple of hours, but Koichi returned as if nothing had happened between us. He was all smiles when he found me messing about with his guitar, impressed I knew how to play. Having learnt how temperamental he was, I barely said a word.
“Don't sulk, Princess,” Koichi said, pouting at my misery. “You'll bring us both down and then I would have to insist you bake me a cake to cheer me up.”
“A pink cake?” I asked, “You have no eggs, sugar, flour or butter. How could I make you a cake?”
“You'd find a way!” Koichi said, with more faith than I could muster, “But that's not an issue, because you're not going to sulk. Right?”
“I'm not sulking,” I replied, looking up to watch his reaction closely, “I just don't know what to say that won't upset you.”
“You do,” Koichi replied, “Have we not had three dates where you didn't upset me once?”
“That was before,” I answered. “I suppose we could try to talk like before. I think it started with you apologising for being late?” I admit it, it sounds like I had a death wish, but I was testing the water. If it was just his family, I could stay well away and feel safe, but had he reacted badly to this, I think I would have run. Luckily he laughed.
“Don't tease me!” Koichi complained, “You owe me a cake for sure!”
“Again, you have none of the ingredients,” I reminded him.
“Then, I'll make a MiA cake!” Koichi decided, laughing as he picked me up with ease and placed me gently on the bed. He was straddling me in an instant, his belt typing my wrists together against the bedpost. I could have fought him off, maybe, but I was too busy laughing.
“And what is a MiA cake?” I ask him, with a teasing smile.
“Well how do you make a real cake?” Koichi asked. I wanted to tease him for being so clueless, but honestly I don't think there had ever been a point in his life when he had needed to make one.
“Well first you take the butter and sugar, and mix them together.” I explain.
“Right,” Koichi agreed. He thought for a moment before reaching for some body lotion on his night stand. “This is Shea butter, and I'm the sugar. Obviously.”
“Are you implying that you're sweet, or bad for me?” I asked. Again his reaction was a test, again he laughed it off. So I could tease him. Perhaps this was going to be easier than I thought. I lay back, letting him massage the lotion into my skin as he baked his MiA cake. “Next you add an egg.”
“Eggs,” Koichi said, thoughtfully looking around his room. Jumping of the bed, he rushed into the other room, returning with a bar of chocolate. “They're made from chocolate right?”
“I suppose they can be,” I admitted, as Koichi placed a piece of chocolate between his teeth and leant over to feed it me. The whole idea of a MiA cake was crazy, but it was the first real fun that I had had since everything had gone wrong. I ate the chocolate and taught Koichi the next step of baking a cake, sifting the flour.
“Why do you sift flour?” Koichi asked, after spending a good few minutes trying to figure this stage out.
“To get rid of lumps,” I said. “And I suppose historically to get rid of anything in the flour you don't want in the cake.”
“Oh!” Koichi exclaimed in delight. Naturally this stage ended up with my clothes being tossed to the floor. “Is it time to bake the cake?”
“Yes,” I gasp, moaning as his tongue ran along my hardened length. We'd both known where this was heading, from the moment he had placed me on the bed. It's what I had wanted on the first date, the second date and the third. Honestly, it's what I had wanted from the moment my eyes had laid eyes on his lips in the picture online. Lips that could swallow my length and make me cum, I'd happily cry out his name.
My hands pulled at the restraints, my hips encouraging Koichi to take me in deeper. I tried to keep my moans quiet, Meto was only in the next room, but it was difficult. I hadn't been touched by a man, other than myself, in two years. It's amazing I could hold on as long as I did. All thoughts of vampires and apocalypses were gone from my mind. There was just the beautiful man, making me cum.
“Oh Koichi,” I moaned as he swallowed every drop of my pleasure. He was smiling as he moved up my body, kissing me gently with a salty kiss. Once I had been used to the taste, but that too had been awhile. “Did you enjoy your cake?”
“It's only just finished baking,” Koichi reminded me. The dressing was removed from my now scabbed over puncture wounds, and I was bitten again. This time Koichi didn't pull away in disgust, he remained at my neck lapping up every drop of spilt blood until I bled no more.
When I'm released I wrap my arms around Koichi, kissing him some more. Despite all my misgivings, I wonder if maybe things are going to turn out all right in the end. Suddenly Koichi pulls back, giving me an annoyed look, before announcing that he still wants a real cake.
Rating: 18
Genre: Supernatural Horror
Band: Mejibray
Pairing: Koichi x MiA
Summary: The sun protects us, a shining beacon that has kept the darkness at bay. Evil fears it, for the light is their weakness and they shun it. Even the sun can't protect me now, nothing can. Except perhaps for the man I know only as 'Koichi'.
Author's Note: New chapters every Monday and Friday. (This chapter posted early as I'm not sure if I can get online tomorrow.)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
New Chapter:
Chapter Four
I'm sat on the bed shocked, as Koichi rushed to the bathroom to clean out the taste of my blood. What had just happened? Why would he react this way? My fear returned, but for different reasons now. A minute or two later Koichi returns and begins to add medical dressing to my still bleeding neck. I have to speak what's on my mind, otherwise it would plague me.
“Am I sick?” I asked. It's the only reason why I can think that Koichi would reject my blood.
“Not that I can tell,” Koichi reassured me. “I can't taste all disease though.”
“Could you taste HIV?” I asked, “I dated a guy who had it, I've been tested twice, you need to wait twelve days for it to show you see, the doctor's said I was clean. They could be wrong and....”
“You don't have HIV,” Koichi reassured me, “That one I can taste, and yes, it effects vampires too. Just in different ways.”
“I wanted to kill him, when I found out,” I confessed, “I was so lucky not to have caught it from him. Really, it was almost a miracle.”
“Is that why you stopped dating?” Koichi asked gently, “You told me you hadn't been with a man for two years?”
“I couldn't trust anyone,” I admitted. It went beyond that, I had even tried to be straight for awhile. What kind of idiot slept around and didn't use protection? If I hadn't insisted... No, it wasn't worth thinking about. I had, and because of it I was clean. The doctors, and Koichi, had both confirmed it.
“Well then, you're best of with me,” Koichi reassured me, with a smile, “I can't catch or carry most human diseases, the rare exceptions finish us off quickly.”
I nod, not wanting to question him on what happened if a vampire got sick. It seemed to personal, like I was prying into his weaknesses for my own self gain.
“What's wrong with my blood?” I asked as Koichi finished tending to my wound. If my blood was no good to him, why would he bother to keep me around? I admit that I was being selfish, but the longer you live with vampires, the more you learn to accept that part of yourself.
“Every human emotion adds hormones to the blood,” Koichi explained, “No matter how good clone blood is, it's bland without them. Right now though, your blood is such a cocktail of emotions that I personally find it undrinkable.”
I nodded, fear, stress and lust had surely had more than a small effect on the hormones flowing through me right now. “You say, you personally?”
“I'm picky,” Koichi admitted, “Did you expect anything less?”
“Honestly, no,” I said, “Does blood type matter?”
“Oh yes,” Koichi said, “You were so helpful listing yours on the website, the perfect O.”
“The website asked, so I filled in all the boxes,” I replied. I'd hardly thought vampires were searching online for their dinner. The question was only there because some people thought blood and personality types were linked, right? Perhaps the owner had been a vampire all along.
“Such an obedient boy,” Koichi teased. “I'd expect nothing less from my Princess.”
“That's right,” I remembered, it had hardly seemed important enough to mention before. “You're a Vampire Prince? Or was that just you bragging?”
“That's right,” Koichi replied. “I suppose it does no harm to tell you. Vampires live in what we call clans. Some are small, but the Meji clan, my clan, has around three hundred members. We don't all live together of course, but we're around. My father is the leader, a Vampire King. A King has two lieutenants, they are the Princes. My clan is one of the strongest, magic isn't normal for vampires but in the Meji clan, well both Princes and the King have power. Even Meto doesn't know how we got it, so no, I won't tell you.”
“And the Raven Clan?” I asked.
“They're larger, but no magic users,” Koichi answered. “We usually leave each other alone, but they've crossed a line now. Who knows how father will react.”
“Your father?” I probed. It was risky asking so many questions, but I wanted to understand. Koichi was getting bored, I could tell that much, but to my relief he answered this one.
“My father was a powerful man when he was alive, a duke to be precise. He became a vampire by choice, having seduced a vampire woman. He was in her clan awhile, before he left to form his own. Anyway, in payment for his immortality, he gave the vampire clan his children. They were drunk dry, though father had no part in that. He was too busy turning his illegitimate sons into creatures like him. He was the one who found the secret of magic, a secret passed down only to his favourite children. Father always preferred us, his true born children were only loyal to their mother.”
“He sounds...” I began, falling silent at Koichi's murderous glare.
“Don't ever speak bad of my father,” Koichi snarled. Before I could apologise, he had walked out of the bedroom and I knew better than to follow.
Hunger convinced me to leave the room, though I was terrified Koichi would still be angry. He was nowhere in sight, had I been left alone? I glanced at the door, but headed to the kitchen instead, where I prepared a simple meal. I was just cleaning up when Meto returned with a second batch of food.
“Unpack that for me,” Meto ordered, turning on the TV and settling down silently to watch it. I did as ordered, already having one vampire mad at me and not needing another. Once done Meto took the shopping trolley and took it outside. With the door open I could see Koichi sat on the wall outside, obviously sulking. Part of me wanted to go and comfort me, part of me knew I couldn't try without breaking the rules. The final part of me didn't even want to. How could Koichi tell me a story of a man causing the death of his own children, and expect me not to react in horror? Did I really want to be living with somebody who thought that kind of thing was OK?
“Will you share what's up with him?” Meto asked as he shut the door behind him. As scared as I was of him, it did occur to me that Meto was far calmer and less emotional than the Prince. In this way it made him far easier to read.
“He told me the story of his father,” I said, not too surprised when that was enough for Meto to understand.
“And you spoke out against him?” Meto finished, I shook my head and explained I hadn't even had the chance, “Be very careful about what you say about King Alden. Koichi adores him. That's all you need to know.”
“And his brother?” I ask. Meto snarled at me, actually growing with his fangs on show.
“Don't ask so many questions,” Meto warned. I was already starting to get that. Vampires didn't like personal questions, check. To my surprise Meto relaxed and answered me. “Biologically they're half brothers, through their father. Now, that's all you need to know.”
“Right,” I agree. It wasn't, far from it. Who was Koichi's brother? Why had it been so terrible I had even asked?
It took a couple of hours, but Koichi returned as if nothing had happened between us. He was all smiles when he found me messing about with his guitar, impressed I knew how to play. Having learnt how temperamental he was, I barely said a word.
“Don't sulk, Princess,” Koichi said, pouting at my misery. “You'll bring us both down and then I would have to insist you bake me a cake to cheer me up.”
“A pink cake?” I asked, “You have no eggs, sugar, flour or butter. How could I make you a cake?”
“You'd find a way!” Koichi said, with more faith than I could muster, “But that's not an issue, because you're not going to sulk. Right?”
“I'm not sulking,” I replied, looking up to watch his reaction closely, “I just don't know what to say that won't upset you.”
“You do,” Koichi replied, “Have we not had three dates where you didn't upset me once?”
“That was before,” I answered. “I suppose we could try to talk like before. I think it started with you apologising for being late?” I admit it, it sounds like I had a death wish, but I was testing the water. If it was just his family, I could stay well away and feel safe, but had he reacted badly to this, I think I would have run. Luckily he laughed.
“Don't tease me!” Koichi complained, “You owe me a cake for sure!”
“Again, you have none of the ingredients,” I reminded him.
“Then, I'll make a MiA cake!” Koichi decided, laughing as he picked me up with ease and placed me gently on the bed. He was straddling me in an instant, his belt typing my wrists together against the bedpost. I could have fought him off, maybe, but I was too busy laughing.
“And what is a MiA cake?” I ask him, with a teasing smile.
“Well how do you make a real cake?” Koichi asked. I wanted to tease him for being so clueless, but honestly I don't think there had ever been a point in his life when he had needed to make one.
“Well first you take the butter and sugar, and mix them together.” I explain.
“Right,” Koichi agreed. He thought for a moment before reaching for some body lotion on his night stand. “This is Shea butter, and I'm the sugar. Obviously.”
“Are you implying that you're sweet, or bad for me?” I asked. Again his reaction was a test, again he laughed it off. So I could tease him. Perhaps this was going to be easier than I thought. I lay back, letting him massage the lotion into my skin as he baked his MiA cake. “Next you add an egg.”
“Eggs,” Koichi said, thoughtfully looking around his room. Jumping of the bed, he rushed into the other room, returning with a bar of chocolate. “They're made from chocolate right?”
“I suppose they can be,” I admitted, as Koichi placed a piece of chocolate between his teeth and leant over to feed it me. The whole idea of a MiA cake was crazy, but it was the first real fun that I had had since everything had gone wrong. I ate the chocolate and taught Koichi the next step of baking a cake, sifting the flour.
“Why do you sift flour?” Koichi asked, after spending a good few minutes trying to figure this stage out.
“To get rid of lumps,” I said. “And I suppose historically to get rid of anything in the flour you don't want in the cake.”
“Oh!” Koichi exclaimed in delight. Naturally this stage ended up with my clothes being tossed to the floor. “Is it time to bake the cake?”
“Yes,” I gasp, moaning as his tongue ran along my hardened length. We'd both known where this was heading, from the moment he had placed me on the bed. It's what I had wanted on the first date, the second date and the third. Honestly, it's what I had wanted from the moment my eyes had laid eyes on his lips in the picture online. Lips that could swallow my length and make me cum, I'd happily cry out his name.
My hands pulled at the restraints, my hips encouraging Koichi to take me in deeper. I tried to keep my moans quiet, Meto was only in the next room, but it was difficult. I hadn't been touched by a man, other than myself, in two years. It's amazing I could hold on as long as I did. All thoughts of vampires and apocalypses were gone from my mind. There was just the beautiful man, making me cum.
“Oh Koichi,” I moaned as he swallowed every drop of my pleasure. He was smiling as he moved up my body, kissing me gently with a salty kiss. Once I had been used to the taste, but that too had been awhile. “Did you enjoy your cake?”
“It's only just finished baking,” Koichi reminded me. The dressing was removed from my now scabbed over puncture wounds, and I was bitten again. This time Koichi didn't pull away in disgust, he remained at my neck lapping up every drop of spilt blood until I bled no more.
When I'm released I wrap my arms around Koichi, kissing him some more. Despite all my misgivings, I wonder if maybe things are going to turn out all right in the end. Suddenly Koichi pulls back, giving me an annoyed look, before announcing that he still wants a real cake.