RP Log: Saeki & Hiyoshi
Date: August 22nd
Rating: PG
Summary: Hiyoshi finds himself with a free weekend and decides to visit Bleeding Moon where Saeki promised to personally look after him. Hiyoshi ends up getting more than he bargarined for.
Hiyoshi followed the Saeki person's directions to a strange-looking establishment with a bare, blood-red neon sign.
"So cheesy," dismissed Hiyoshi grouchily, going in. The interior was done up in that classy, modern style--all chic black and silver, with an oddly Gothic atmosphere to it. Hiyoshi put his hands in his pockets. Now that he was here, what was he supposed to do?
Saeki Kojirou was at the bar, where he normally spent his time when in the main area, leaning over the glossy top as he chatted up two cute young women that were just a part of the growing train of people now frequenting his club that was opened nightly. He often liked to keep a partial eye on the front entrance to see who came and went, even in situations like now where he was flirting with someone and soon to have a little dinner and entertainment for the night. So when a man that seemed to match the little icon of a grumpy man he kept harassing online came through the door looking completely out of place, Saeki caught him.
“Excuse me, ladies. I think my guest of honour for the night just arrived. I promise to find you again later,” he gave each a little flirtatious grin and pet to the cheek with the back of a finger and slid around the bar to weave through the crowd to find the guy he was certain would keep him entertained. Just as he was reaching the man, the idea to leave Hiyoshi alone to see what he did on his own was damn tempting and almost had Saeki returning to the bar or dodging out of sight. However, he also had a feeling the guy would leave if left alone for too long given his whole dislike of crowds and so Saeki continued on his journey that had him coming up behind his prey for the night.
“Hey, good-looking. Care for a drink and dance?” His voice was light in a teasing manner and he smiled at the human he waited for a reaction from.
Hiyoshi bristled and snapped round to face Saeki with martial-arts-honed reflexes. He relaxed the smallest fraction when he matched the face to Saeki's online profile.
"Oh, it's Saeki, is it?" he said, rubbing the back of his head in mild irritation. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
“Who says I was sneaking up on you? Maybe you just weren’t paying proper attention,” Saeki countered with a smirk still in place. He was already enjoying the guy that he had judged days ago seriously needed loosening up. The DJ had chosen that moment to put on a song with more thumping bass and while it got his patrons moving and swaying on the floor, it made conversation a little difficult and so Saeki leaned in close to an ear to continue speaking to his personally invited guest. “Hiyoshi, right? What do you think of the club so far?”
"That's not possible," muttered Hiyoshi, a little sulkily. He glanced around the club, at the ...interestingly... dressed patrons and pulsing lights, and shrugged. "It's like any other club, I suppose."
“Definitely not like any other club,” Saeki replied, slightly insulted by such a statement. He had personally designed the layout and gave the colour pallet to the designer and knew his taste was anything but ordinary. He also doubted many clubs the kid had been to or clubs in general in Tokyo were owned by two vampires.
“Anyway,” he began with changing the subject, “how about that drink I promised to personally serve you as I entertain and keep the commoners away from you?” A hand with several rings on fingers lifted to gesture at the bar he had earlier abandoned to help get his point across in case any words were lost thanks to mortal hearing.
Well, of course the club's owner would insist otherwise. Hiyoshi shrugged. A drink sounded alright--he mostly went to clubs and bars for the drinks, anyway. Blinking a little at the glitter of Saeki's beringed hand (...maybe he was a gangster of some sort?) Hiyoshi followed his host somewhat warily to the bar counter.
Again he was tempted to watch the mortal squirm when the girls still at the bar hoping he would return for them turned their sights to Hiyoshi but his kind side was showing as he shooed the girls away to keep his promise of keeping the crowd from crowding the man. The girls pouted but obeyed him as they slid further down to chat with one of the other tenders working that night. “So, what’s your poison of choice?” Saeki wondered how his directions being followed so easily and now his choice of wording with ‘poison’ instead of simply ‘drink’ would translate in the mind that had just conjured up the idea the vampire was actually a gangster.
Most days and most of the time it paid to be a nosy vampire that liked eavesdropping on humans he was near, though he had to work at not laughing at that thought of Hiyoshi’s. Really, a gangster? Saeki didn’t think he looked like one... well, maybe his clothes and accessories could lead a mind to go that way. Perhaps he should look into a career change.
Hiyoshi looked at Saeki suspiciously. "You're not suggesting anything illegal, are you?" Maybe this place was part of some sinister syndicate that lured patrons over to sell them as slaves or harvest them for organs. That might explain the "personal invitations" given out on the Internet and the eagerness of Saeki and his partner--Kurobane, was it?-- to draw people to their club.
Ugh. Minako would say he'd been reading too much thriller fiction again.
“Have you been reading too much thriller fiction?” Saeki questioned, stealing the thoughts from Hiyoshi’s mind again. Really, the boy did have an active imagination hidden beneath the grumbling he kept glancing upon otherwise since their meeting. He leaned forward with elbows meeting the smooth countertop and hands catching his chin as he made a cradle for his head to rest on as he regarded the human with innocent blue eyes. “I simply want to know what you want to drink from the selection of perfectly legal and clearly marked bottles on the shelves behind me.”
...Was this guy reading his mind or something? Tch. "Do you have a good red wine, or do you just stock spirits?"
“Spirits are such lively things to have around,” Saeki commented, leaving the statement open to interpretation as to whether or not he simply meant the alcoholic drinks or the ghosts that could linger. But to answer the question properly, he pushed away from the counter, turning to the collection of bottles and grabbed the bottle of red wine to pour. While he did enjoy wine on occasion, his personal preference had him stocking several brands he liked above the others and couldn’t help it if they happened to be on the higher end of the price range. He just had good taste, that was all-and how he argued with Bane when expenses came in.
“Your wine, good sir,” he spoke moments later when the glass was set on the empty space before the man still looking far too grumpy for someone in a club.
Hiyoshi decided that Saeki must be one of those annoying people who convinced themselves of their own cleverness by trying to mess around with people's heads. Simply giving Saeki a nod of thanks, he took the glass and swirled it a little before sniffing the bouquet and taking a sip, rolling the liquid on his tongue.
"Not bad," he said, finally.
He was clever, Saeki almost retorted to the thoughts that seemed like were being screamed at him before tuning them out and distancing himself from that connection. Given how cynical the man appeared to be and how continuing to mess with his head without some length of a break probably wouldn’t bode well for the vampire that already wanted to hang onto this human. His grumpiness and occasional cluelessness-thanks to his posts about misadventures with the cat and his girlfriend-attracted Saeki to the point of wanting to keep him, perhaps not as a pet, at least not yet, but as a source of entertainment he supposed.
“Again I wonder how you’re holding up. You really aren’t a club-goer, or all that social, are you?”
Hiyoshi frowned. "I do have a social life. Clubbing isn't the only form of socialising there is," he said defensively. Probably more marketing-- Don't have a social life? Come to Bleeding Moon! -- that sort of thing. He took another sip of his wine. At least the alcohol was decent, though.
Saeki grinned at the frown, “No, but you seem to write about studying a hell of a lot.” Yes, Hiyoshi was definitely going to keep him entertained with his spin on things that had him defending himself and being grumpy even when in a setting made for letting loose and enjoying oneself.
Seconds later he was leaning over the bar to once again drop his head into waiting hands as he invaded Hiyoshi’s space with a quizzical yet far too intrigued look, “I bet you’re the type that has to be the best at everything he does, aren’t you?” He didn’t even need to read minds to figure that one out.
Hiyoshi drew back quickly, not liking Saeki's face so close. Was Saeki aspiring to become everyone's personal shrink or something? "I strike a balance," he insisted. "Besides, studying is important for a university student. And also, it's not meaningful if you don't try to be the best--why settle for less?"
“Now that we can agree on. I don’t overly enjoy being bested myself,” Saeki agreed with Hiyoshi’s philosophy for the most part though if it wasn’t something overly important to him or he hadn’t been trying that hard in the first place, he was likely to just shrug it off and carry on without brooding over it. He didn’t think Hiyoshi could let things go as easily.
“More wine?” He asked, sliding back into his place on his side of the bar with a barely restrained laugh on his lips. If Hiyoshi was going to start hanging around this particular vampire he was going to have to get used to having Saeki draping on his shoulder and just plain being touchy. But a slow introduction seemed to be in order and the dual-colour haired man that grabbed the bottle of wine to set on the counter between them would just treat it as a game with the reward of training Hiyoshi waiting at the end.
Hiyoshi accepted the offer without a word-- this was good wine, after all-- and continued drinking. He was starting to feel a little drowsy, though. Perhaps he should've eaten something before coming over...but the bar counter felt so cool and lovely to sleep on....three glasses later, Hiyoshi was sleeping soundly , head resting on the bar counter.
“Are you kidding me?” Saeki exclaimed when it became glaringly obvious that Hiyoshi had passed out. The guy had some serious sleeping skills if he could sleep soundly with loud bass-filled music pumping through large speakers all around the room and a few people bumping into his stool as they moved around. If he hadn’t already taken a liking to the human, it would have been tempting to leave him where he was but as it was, Saeki felt obligated to remove the man that was an obstacle to others in the club. Besides, he could just imagine the lecture he got from Bane for treating a customer with such little respect and then from Hiyoshi for leaving him open prey like that.
Gliding with ease from around the wooden structure and through the few people in the immediate area, Saeki stood behind Hiyoshi and manoeuvred them both around until he cradled the sleeping man in his arms to carry him out of the public area and into the private back area. “Damn lightweight,” he murmured as he made the ascent to the second floor where his apartment shared with Bane was. He had a brief moment of debate in where to deposit his charge but the spazzing that could very well take place upon waking up in a foreign bed as opposed to a couch in an office was far too appealing to ignore.
“At least I know your limit now and how alcohol affects you,” he commented as he stared down at the sleeping form lying on his bed. He was going to turn away and check on the club one last time before hanging close by the human he ‘brought home’ for the moment of waking up; really he was, but he froze. Saeki had to admit the boy was handsome in his own rights and sleeping in his bed, on his silk sheets of snow white as if being presented for his dining pleasure was too strong to overlook. He had fed upon waking earlier that evening but he couldn’t resist the call of the bloodlust that had him sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down to inhale the sharp scent of his human guest. A light snack should go by unnoticed with the amount of wine that was consumed.
Nearly a week of burning the midnight oil catching up on him, Hiyoshi slept right through being carried from place to place, only turning slightly to bury his wine-flushed face in the coolness of the pillow when he was laid on the bed.
If Hiyoshi’s snuggling into his bed to help expose his neck wasn’t a sign he should feed then Saeki wasn’t sure what else it could be. With a gentle touch, his left hand brushed at blonde locks and then traced down the flushed cheek not buried in the pillow. “Rude of me to bite while you sleep and can’t fully enjoy it, but I promise any dreams you are having will adjust to suit the pleasure in a moment,” he whispered against the neck, mouth brushing against his favourite spot in a kiss of marking before lips parted and fangs pressed against fragile skin. It took only seconds for the crimson liquid to hit his tongue and cause a mental sigh of approval as Saeki savoured the unique taste that was all Hiyoshi Wakashi. It had a bitter tinge to it but beneath that was an oddly sweet taste that the vampire approved of. Just a little more and he would be done, leaving the mortal to sleep off his buzz from the feeding and wine.
Hiyoshi roused a little at the feeling of something piercing his skin. Drowsily, he decided it must be some damned bug--until the sensations got intense. Alarmed and frightened even through his wine-induced haze, Hiyoshi wanted to struggle, to pull away, to fight back, but his limbs felt so heavy and sluggish and it wasn't like it felt that bad at all and--
Finally summoning his strength and will, Hiyoshi jerked away with a cry, dislodging Saeki's fangs and spilling his own blood across the sheets. He turned to face Saeki dazedly, head spinning.
Saeki silently cursed himself at his own rookie level mistake of not monitoring his prey and thinking the man to be out cold with no chance of rousing. Now he had a startled, though still very dazed, human bleeding on his sheets. Okay, the blood now splattered on his pristine white sheets was becoming quite the turn on thanks to centuries with Bane and his personal kink for blood ruining things of perfection and Saeki could feel himself becoming aroused at not only the sight of his bed but the trickles of blood running down the neck he had just been feeding from. If it was Bane or any one of the random strangers plucked from the dance floor, he wouldn’t have hesitated in pouncing Hiyoshi and drawing him into a kiss as he worked to undress them both.
But since it had been decided he wanted to keep this one around for more than a one night stand, Saeki refrained from thinking with one head to use the other in an attempt to cover up his secret. In a blur of movement he knew sober eyes couldn’t catch and worried little about the confusion drunken eyes would be left with, his black shirt was removed and balled up in his hand as if he had been holding it and using it to staunch the blood the entire time. “You had to choose then to wake up, didn’t you?” he accused, giving a quick lick to his lips to catch the final traces of the feeding before they were noticed, “I was helping to stop the bleeding before patching you up when you had that flail attack of yours. Now hold still again or go back to sleep.” Why yes, he was going to lie to the man he couldn’t say he trusted just yet.
Hiyoshi glared, or tried to glare at Saeki. He couldn't remember what happened, and why he was on a strange bed, but he was sure it had something to do with Saeki, somehow. Something trickled down his throbbing neck, and he touched it.
"...Blood?" Hiyoshi looked blearily at the stuff on his fingers. One of his contacts had shifted out of place, and he couldn't really see. "Wha's goin' on?" The blood loss was making him giddy.
“You passed out downstairs in the club,” Saeki began, retelling some of the truth with a few exaggerations to clear his name and remove any suspicions that might try to be linked to him. “One of the kids must have thought it would be funny to harass you when I had to turn away for a moment to take care of a scuffle. Pins? Fake vampire teeth? Who knows with our generation, eh? Anyway, I brought you up to my apartment to tend to you since you being here and getting attacked could somewhat be blamed on me.”
He liked his story and beamed inwardly at his quick thinking and assurance that the confused and groggy human would buy it. Slowly he held his shirt-his poor Armani!-to Hiyoshi’s neck with instructions for him to hold it in place while he found proper medical supplies.
"I never pass out," grumbled Hiyoshi sleepily, holding the shirt to his neck. "...I'll gekokujou them..." His eyelids were so heavy, despite his valiant attempts to stay awake and keep his guard up.
Before long he was nearly asleep again, nodding off to the side in his upright position.
He hadn’t been gone all that long but when he returned from the bathroom where the medical items were stored, Saeki was treated to Hiyoshi obeying his instructions and falling asleep again. “Sure, you’re completely immune to random bouts of passing out,” he commented lightly, more to himself, with a roll of his eyes before returning to clean up the mess he had made.
The shirt was pried from fingers and with his mind focusing on Hiyoshi’s giving him mental commands to stay in his blissful sleep a little while longer, Saeki leaned in once again to lick at the marks his fangs had left behind to aid them in closing so any visible proof of what actually happened would diminish with rapid ease. Tempted to feed again but not quite that stupid, Saeki taped on the gauze to protect the wound and keep curious eyes from spotting his mark. He then urged Hiyoshi to fully wake to decide if he needed to stay a little longer to rest or wanted an escort home as those were the only options the vampire would give him.
Mentally berating himself for falling asleep, Hiyoshi stood up unsteadily. "I can get home myself," he protested. "'M not a weakling." Maybe this establishment put drugs in their alcohol...did they steal his wallet? Hiyoshi patted his pockets clumsily, finding the item. Good.
“If you insist on going home, then you get the choice of me walking beside you with the illusion of us being friends or me walking behind you as either a stalker or someone about to catch your ass when you stumble-not that I think you’re weak of course. Just drunk,” Saeki was grinning happily again, his flirtatious and mischievous personality shining bright as he teased the human while making his intentions known.
Hiyoshi scowled and made his wobbly way to the door. "I don't get drunk," he insisted. "'M just tired. I'll see myself out."
“Of course you don’t and have a good night. I’ll be the silent figure in the shadows in case you feel like you’re being watched but can’t see anyone,” Saeki somewhat conceded, still grinning. He didn’t want to argue with the man all night and even if Hiyoshi bellowed for him not to follow, he wouldn’t know if the vampire was actually nearby or not. Turning his attentions to being a proper host instead of a stalker, he pointed to the door that would lead from the apartment and gave the directions on how to find his way back to the main area of the club which Hiyoshi would hopefully be able to find his way out of and return home.
Hiyoshi walked a little unsteadily out the door and down the stairs, wincing as the loud music hit his oversensitive ears. Slowly, he made his way out of the club and onto the streets, trying to keep his posture upright and presentable. He didn't quite realise he was zigzagging to and fro, though. A couple of blocks later, Hiyoshi leaned himself against a wall in an unfamiliar street, wondering if he had gotten lost.
Saeki had, as promised, followed Hiyoshi silently and literally in the shadows pausing only briefly at the door to give his intentions to Bane-the vampire did love to worry about him. Even with the swaying the man did, Saeki had started to believe Hiyoshi would make it back to his home without incident but when his charge stopped and the confusion in his mind could be read, the silent vampire knew he had to step out and offer assistance once more.
“I told you so,” was all Saeki said as he offered his arm to the man he appeared beside.
"Go away," mumbled Hiyoshi, reddening self-consciously. What kind of a man was he who could not find his way home? "Can get home myself." He regarded Saeki suspiciously. "And why're you following me?"
“Not leaving unless your arm is linked with mine,” Saeki grinned with that mischievous glint in his eye again, “and I did tell you I would follow you. I don’t want to see your face on the news tomorrow because you were found dead in an alley. Now shut up, take my arm, and lead us home.” He hoped Hiyoshi caught the implication that he was leading them and the vampire was simply along for support. That had to placate the man somewhat, right?
“I promise I won’t follow you inside unless you invite me.”
Hiyoshi crossly shook Saeki's arm off and stumbled down the street again, in what he hoped was the correct direction. "I can defend myself ad-adequately." Right. Just a left turn, then two more blocks, then another left, and five more blocks, before another right turn. Probably.
“Right, then should we just say we’re heading in the same direction by mere coincidence and just deal with each other’s company?” questioned Saeki as he continued following Hiyoshi along the road, merrily eavesdropping on his thoughts. He was close to just picking the human up and carrying him home, unconscious or not, by his own doing or not, but honestly Saeki enjoyed the bickering too much and found the stubbornness the other man possessed fascinating.
"Tch," grunted Hiyoshi, deciding to ignore Saeki. Maybe he would go away if he did that. By some stroke of luck, he managed to navigate to his dorms after some trial and error, nearly tripping on the stairs.
The dormitory. Pity he still needed an invitation if he wanted to visit Hiyoshi for secret feedings but he’d worry about getting that out of the fading human another day. “Look at that; you did make it on your own. I guess this is where we part for the night unless you need me to tuck you in?” Saeki grinned, knowing already that he would be denied, likely with a hell of a glare.
"You're still here?" snapped Hiyoshi, annoyed, fiddling with the key to his room. "No, I got here by myself, see? It's fine." Hiyoshi couldn't wait to simply collapse in bed and sleep all this off. The door finally sprang open, and a plaintive meow came from the cat inside.
"Shoo," huffed Hiyoshi, waving his hands to get the cat out of his way. Cat stared a while at Saeki, then leapt up onto a shelf, watching the vampire closely. Hiyoshi turned back to Saeki. "You can go now," he said gruffly.
Saeki eyed the cat as the cat watched him closely. Animals always did act strange around his kind, even his dog, Sir Bacardi Winter Cadbury, was a little weary around him from time to time until they reached an understanding and trust. If the cat did anything now, he could pass it off as being a dog person and cats didn’t like him and given what he had read on Hiyoshi’s journal, that would likely be believed.
“Since you didn’t die in an alley and you have a feline to watch over you now, I guess it is safe for me to leave you,” he stepped back from the door and turned to leave then paused to call over his shoulder, “you better stop by the club again from time to time.” With that, Saeki gave a little wave and returned to his task of leaving.
"Whatever," muttered Hiyoshi vaguely, closing the door. "Bye." Strange club. Even stranger person. Hiyoshi didn't think he would be going back anytime soon. Flopping on his bed still fully dressed, Hiyoshi was soon fast asleep once again.
Rating: PG
Summary: Hiyoshi finds himself with a free weekend and decides to visit Bleeding Moon where Saeki promised to personally look after him. Hiyoshi ends up getting more than he bargarined for.
Hiyoshi followed the Saeki person's directions to a strange-looking establishment with a bare, blood-red neon sign.
"So cheesy," dismissed Hiyoshi grouchily, going in. The interior was done up in that classy, modern style--all chic black and silver, with an oddly Gothic atmosphere to it. Hiyoshi put his hands in his pockets. Now that he was here, what was he supposed to do?
Saeki Kojirou was at the bar, where he normally spent his time when in the main area, leaning over the glossy top as he chatted up two cute young women that were just a part of the growing train of people now frequenting his club that was opened nightly. He often liked to keep a partial eye on the front entrance to see who came and went, even in situations like now where he was flirting with someone and soon to have a little dinner and entertainment for the night. So when a man that seemed to match the little icon of a grumpy man he kept harassing online came through the door looking completely out of place, Saeki caught him.
“Excuse me, ladies. I think my guest of honour for the night just arrived. I promise to find you again later,” he gave each a little flirtatious grin and pet to the cheek with the back of a finger and slid around the bar to weave through the crowd to find the guy he was certain would keep him entertained. Just as he was reaching the man, the idea to leave Hiyoshi alone to see what he did on his own was damn tempting and almost had Saeki returning to the bar or dodging out of sight. However, he also had a feeling the guy would leave if left alone for too long given his whole dislike of crowds and so Saeki continued on his journey that had him coming up behind his prey for the night.
“Hey, good-looking. Care for a drink and dance?” His voice was light in a teasing manner and he smiled at the human he waited for a reaction from.
Hiyoshi bristled and snapped round to face Saeki with martial-arts-honed reflexes. He relaxed the smallest fraction when he matched the face to Saeki's online profile.
"Oh, it's Saeki, is it?" he said, rubbing the back of his head in mild irritation. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
“Who says I was sneaking up on you? Maybe you just weren’t paying proper attention,” Saeki countered with a smirk still in place. He was already enjoying the guy that he had judged days ago seriously needed loosening up. The DJ had chosen that moment to put on a song with more thumping bass and while it got his patrons moving and swaying on the floor, it made conversation a little difficult and so Saeki leaned in close to an ear to continue speaking to his personally invited guest. “Hiyoshi, right? What do you think of the club so far?”
"That's not possible," muttered Hiyoshi, a little sulkily. He glanced around the club, at the ...interestingly... dressed patrons and pulsing lights, and shrugged. "It's like any other club, I suppose."
“Definitely not like any other club,” Saeki replied, slightly insulted by such a statement. He had personally designed the layout and gave the colour pallet to the designer and knew his taste was anything but ordinary. He also doubted many clubs the kid had been to or clubs in general in Tokyo were owned by two vampires.
“Anyway,” he began with changing the subject, “how about that drink I promised to personally serve you as I entertain and keep the commoners away from you?” A hand with several rings on fingers lifted to gesture at the bar he had earlier abandoned to help get his point across in case any words were lost thanks to mortal hearing.
Well, of course the club's owner would insist otherwise. Hiyoshi shrugged. A drink sounded alright--he mostly went to clubs and bars for the drinks, anyway. Blinking a little at the glitter of Saeki's beringed hand (...maybe he was a gangster of some sort?) Hiyoshi followed his host somewhat warily to the bar counter.
Again he was tempted to watch the mortal squirm when the girls still at the bar hoping he would return for them turned their sights to Hiyoshi but his kind side was showing as he shooed the girls away to keep his promise of keeping the crowd from crowding the man. The girls pouted but obeyed him as they slid further down to chat with one of the other tenders working that night. “So, what’s your poison of choice?” Saeki wondered how his directions being followed so easily and now his choice of wording with ‘poison’ instead of simply ‘drink’ would translate in the mind that had just conjured up the idea the vampire was actually a gangster.
Most days and most of the time it paid to be a nosy vampire that liked eavesdropping on humans he was near, though he had to work at not laughing at that thought of Hiyoshi’s. Really, a gangster? Saeki didn’t think he looked like one... well, maybe his clothes and accessories could lead a mind to go that way. Perhaps he should look into a career change.
Hiyoshi looked at Saeki suspiciously. "You're not suggesting anything illegal, are you?" Maybe this place was part of some sinister syndicate that lured patrons over to sell them as slaves or harvest them for organs. That might explain the "personal invitations" given out on the Internet and the eagerness of Saeki and his partner--Kurobane, was it?-- to draw people to their club.
Ugh. Minako would say he'd been reading too much thriller fiction again.
“Have you been reading too much thriller fiction?” Saeki questioned, stealing the thoughts from Hiyoshi’s mind again. Really, the boy did have an active imagination hidden beneath the grumbling he kept glancing upon otherwise since their meeting. He leaned forward with elbows meeting the smooth countertop and hands catching his chin as he made a cradle for his head to rest on as he regarded the human with innocent blue eyes. “I simply want to know what you want to drink from the selection of perfectly legal and clearly marked bottles on the shelves behind me.”
...Was this guy reading his mind or something? Tch. "Do you have a good red wine, or do you just stock spirits?"
“Spirits are such lively things to have around,” Saeki commented, leaving the statement open to interpretation as to whether or not he simply meant the alcoholic drinks or the ghosts that could linger. But to answer the question properly, he pushed away from the counter, turning to the collection of bottles and grabbed the bottle of red wine to pour. While he did enjoy wine on occasion, his personal preference had him stocking several brands he liked above the others and couldn’t help it if they happened to be on the higher end of the price range. He just had good taste, that was all-and how he argued with Bane when expenses came in.
“Your wine, good sir,” he spoke moments later when the glass was set on the empty space before the man still looking far too grumpy for someone in a club.
Hiyoshi decided that Saeki must be one of those annoying people who convinced themselves of their own cleverness by trying to mess around with people's heads. Simply giving Saeki a nod of thanks, he took the glass and swirled it a little before sniffing the bouquet and taking a sip, rolling the liquid on his tongue.
"Not bad," he said, finally.
He was clever, Saeki almost retorted to the thoughts that seemed like were being screamed at him before tuning them out and distancing himself from that connection. Given how cynical the man appeared to be and how continuing to mess with his head without some length of a break probably wouldn’t bode well for the vampire that already wanted to hang onto this human. His grumpiness and occasional cluelessness-thanks to his posts about misadventures with the cat and his girlfriend-attracted Saeki to the point of wanting to keep him, perhaps not as a pet, at least not yet, but as a source of entertainment he supposed.
“Again I wonder how you’re holding up. You really aren’t a club-goer, or all that social, are you?”
Hiyoshi frowned. "I do have a social life. Clubbing isn't the only form of socialising there is," he said defensively. Probably more marketing-- Don't have a social life? Come to Bleeding Moon! -- that sort of thing. He took another sip of his wine. At least the alcohol was decent, though.
Saeki grinned at the frown, “No, but you seem to write about studying a hell of a lot.” Yes, Hiyoshi was definitely going to keep him entertained with his spin on things that had him defending himself and being grumpy even when in a setting made for letting loose and enjoying oneself.
Seconds later he was leaning over the bar to once again drop his head into waiting hands as he invaded Hiyoshi’s space with a quizzical yet far too intrigued look, “I bet you’re the type that has to be the best at everything he does, aren’t you?” He didn’t even need to read minds to figure that one out.
Hiyoshi drew back quickly, not liking Saeki's face so close. Was Saeki aspiring to become everyone's personal shrink or something? "I strike a balance," he insisted. "Besides, studying is important for a university student. And also, it's not meaningful if you don't try to be the best--why settle for less?"
“Now that we can agree on. I don’t overly enjoy being bested myself,” Saeki agreed with Hiyoshi’s philosophy for the most part though if it wasn’t something overly important to him or he hadn’t been trying that hard in the first place, he was likely to just shrug it off and carry on without brooding over it. He didn’t think Hiyoshi could let things go as easily.
“More wine?” He asked, sliding back into his place on his side of the bar with a barely restrained laugh on his lips. If Hiyoshi was going to start hanging around this particular vampire he was going to have to get used to having Saeki draping on his shoulder and just plain being touchy. But a slow introduction seemed to be in order and the dual-colour haired man that grabbed the bottle of wine to set on the counter between them would just treat it as a game with the reward of training Hiyoshi waiting at the end.
Hiyoshi accepted the offer without a word-- this was good wine, after all-- and continued drinking. He was starting to feel a little drowsy, though. Perhaps he should've eaten something before coming over...but the bar counter felt so cool and lovely to sleep on....three glasses later, Hiyoshi was sleeping soundly , head resting on the bar counter.
“Are you kidding me?” Saeki exclaimed when it became glaringly obvious that Hiyoshi had passed out. The guy had some serious sleeping skills if he could sleep soundly with loud bass-filled music pumping through large speakers all around the room and a few people bumping into his stool as they moved around. If he hadn’t already taken a liking to the human, it would have been tempting to leave him where he was but as it was, Saeki felt obligated to remove the man that was an obstacle to others in the club. Besides, he could just imagine the lecture he got from Bane for treating a customer with such little respect and then from Hiyoshi for leaving him open prey like that.
Gliding with ease from around the wooden structure and through the few people in the immediate area, Saeki stood behind Hiyoshi and manoeuvred them both around until he cradled the sleeping man in his arms to carry him out of the public area and into the private back area. “Damn lightweight,” he murmured as he made the ascent to the second floor where his apartment shared with Bane was. He had a brief moment of debate in where to deposit his charge but the spazzing that could very well take place upon waking up in a foreign bed as opposed to a couch in an office was far too appealing to ignore.
“At least I know your limit now and how alcohol affects you,” he commented as he stared down at the sleeping form lying on his bed. He was going to turn away and check on the club one last time before hanging close by the human he ‘brought home’ for the moment of waking up; really he was, but he froze. Saeki had to admit the boy was handsome in his own rights and sleeping in his bed, on his silk sheets of snow white as if being presented for his dining pleasure was too strong to overlook. He had fed upon waking earlier that evening but he couldn’t resist the call of the bloodlust that had him sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down to inhale the sharp scent of his human guest. A light snack should go by unnoticed with the amount of wine that was consumed.
Nearly a week of burning the midnight oil catching up on him, Hiyoshi slept right through being carried from place to place, only turning slightly to bury his wine-flushed face in the coolness of the pillow when he was laid on the bed.
If Hiyoshi’s snuggling into his bed to help expose his neck wasn’t a sign he should feed then Saeki wasn’t sure what else it could be. With a gentle touch, his left hand brushed at blonde locks and then traced down the flushed cheek not buried in the pillow. “Rude of me to bite while you sleep and can’t fully enjoy it, but I promise any dreams you are having will adjust to suit the pleasure in a moment,” he whispered against the neck, mouth brushing against his favourite spot in a kiss of marking before lips parted and fangs pressed against fragile skin. It took only seconds for the crimson liquid to hit his tongue and cause a mental sigh of approval as Saeki savoured the unique taste that was all Hiyoshi Wakashi. It had a bitter tinge to it but beneath that was an oddly sweet taste that the vampire approved of. Just a little more and he would be done, leaving the mortal to sleep off his buzz from the feeding and wine.
Hiyoshi roused a little at the feeling of something piercing his skin. Drowsily, he decided it must be some damned bug--until the sensations got intense. Alarmed and frightened even through his wine-induced haze, Hiyoshi wanted to struggle, to pull away, to fight back, but his limbs felt so heavy and sluggish and it wasn't like it felt that bad at all and--
Finally summoning his strength and will, Hiyoshi jerked away with a cry, dislodging Saeki's fangs and spilling his own blood across the sheets. He turned to face Saeki dazedly, head spinning.
Saeki silently cursed himself at his own rookie level mistake of not monitoring his prey and thinking the man to be out cold with no chance of rousing. Now he had a startled, though still very dazed, human bleeding on his sheets. Okay, the blood now splattered on his pristine white sheets was becoming quite the turn on thanks to centuries with Bane and his personal kink for blood ruining things of perfection and Saeki could feel himself becoming aroused at not only the sight of his bed but the trickles of blood running down the neck he had just been feeding from. If it was Bane or any one of the random strangers plucked from the dance floor, he wouldn’t have hesitated in pouncing Hiyoshi and drawing him into a kiss as he worked to undress them both.
But since it had been decided he wanted to keep this one around for more than a one night stand, Saeki refrained from thinking with one head to use the other in an attempt to cover up his secret. In a blur of movement he knew sober eyes couldn’t catch and worried little about the confusion drunken eyes would be left with, his black shirt was removed and balled up in his hand as if he had been holding it and using it to staunch the blood the entire time. “You had to choose then to wake up, didn’t you?” he accused, giving a quick lick to his lips to catch the final traces of the feeding before they were noticed, “I was helping to stop the bleeding before patching you up when you had that flail attack of yours. Now hold still again or go back to sleep.” Why yes, he was going to lie to the man he couldn’t say he trusted just yet.
Hiyoshi glared, or tried to glare at Saeki. He couldn't remember what happened, and why he was on a strange bed, but he was sure it had something to do with Saeki, somehow. Something trickled down his throbbing neck, and he touched it.
"...Blood?" Hiyoshi looked blearily at the stuff on his fingers. One of his contacts had shifted out of place, and he couldn't really see. "Wha's goin' on?" The blood loss was making him giddy.
“You passed out downstairs in the club,” Saeki began, retelling some of the truth with a few exaggerations to clear his name and remove any suspicions that might try to be linked to him. “One of the kids must have thought it would be funny to harass you when I had to turn away for a moment to take care of a scuffle. Pins? Fake vampire teeth? Who knows with our generation, eh? Anyway, I brought you up to my apartment to tend to you since you being here and getting attacked could somewhat be blamed on me.”
He liked his story and beamed inwardly at his quick thinking and assurance that the confused and groggy human would buy it. Slowly he held his shirt-his poor Armani!-to Hiyoshi’s neck with instructions for him to hold it in place while he found proper medical supplies.
"I never pass out," grumbled Hiyoshi sleepily, holding the shirt to his neck. "...I'll gekokujou them..." His eyelids were so heavy, despite his valiant attempts to stay awake and keep his guard up.
Before long he was nearly asleep again, nodding off to the side in his upright position.
He hadn’t been gone all that long but when he returned from the bathroom where the medical items were stored, Saeki was treated to Hiyoshi obeying his instructions and falling asleep again. “Sure, you’re completely immune to random bouts of passing out,” he commented lightly, more to himself, with a roll of his eyes before returning to clean up the mess he had made.
The shirt was pried from fingers and with his mind focusing on Hiyoshi’s giving him mental commands to stay in his blissful sleep a little while longer, Saeki leaned in once again to lick at the marks his fangs had left behind to aid them in closing so any visible proof of what actually happened would diminish with rapid ease. Tempted to feed again but not quite that stupid, Saeki taped on the gauze to protect the wound and keep curious eyes from spotting his mark. He then urged Hiyoshi to fully wake to decide if he needed to stay a little longer to rest or wanted an escort home as those were the only options the vampire would give him.
Mentally berating himself for falling asleep, Hiyoshi stood up unsteadily. "I can get home myself," he protested. "'M not a weakling." Maybe this establishment put drugs in their alcohol...did they steal his wallet? Hiyoshi patted his pockets clumsily, finding the item. Good.
“If you insist on going home, then you get the choice of me walking beside you with the illusion of us being friends or me walking behind you as either a stalker or someone about to catch your ass when you stumble-not that I think you’re weak of course. Just drunk,” Saeki was grinning happily again, his flirtatious and mischievous personality shining bright as he teased the human while making his intentions known.
Hiyoshi scowled and made his wobbly way to the door. "I don't get drunk," he insisted. "'M just tired. I'll see myself out."
“Of course you don’t and have a good night. I’ll be the silent figure in the shadows in case you feel like you’re being watched but can’t see anyone,” Saeki somewhat conceded, still grinning. He didn’t want to argue with the man all night and even if Hiyoshi bellowed for him not to follow, he wouldn’t know if the vampire was actually nearby or not. Turning his attentions to being a proper host instead of a stalker, he pointed to the door that would lead from the apartment and gave the directions on how to find his way back to the main area of the club which Hiyoshi would hopefully be able to find his way out of and return home.
Hiyoshi walked a little unsteadily out the door and down the stairs, wincing as the loud music hit his oversensitive ears. Slowly, he made his way out of the club and onto the streets, trying to keep his posture upright and presentable. He didn't quite realise he was zigzagging to and fro, though. A couple of blocks later, Hiyoshi leaned himself against a wall in an unfamiliar street, wondering if he had gotten lost.
Saeki had, as promised, followed Hiyoshi silently and literally in the shadows pausing only briefly at the door to give his intentions to Bane-the vampire did love to worry about him. Even with the swaying the man did, Saeki had started to believe Hiyoshi would make it back to his home without incident but when his charge stopped and the confusion in his mind could be read, the silent vampire knew he had to step out and offer assistance once more.
“I told you so,” was all Saeki said as he offered his arm to the man he appeared beside.
"Go away," mumbled Hiyoshi, reddening self-consciously. What kind of a man was he who could not find his way home? "Can get home myself." He regarded Saeki suspiciously. "And why're you following me?"
“Not leaving unless your arm is linked with mine,” Saeki grinned with that mischievous glint in his eye again, “and I did tell you I would follow you. I don’t want to see your face on the news tomorrow because you were found dead in an alley. Now shut up, take my arm, and lead us home.” He hoped Hiyoshi caught the implication that he was leading them and the vampire was simply along for support. That had to placate the man somewhat, right?
“I promise I won’t follow you inside unless you invite me.”
Hiyoshi crossly shook Saeki's arm off and stumbled down the street again, in what he hoped was the correct direction. "I can defend myself ad-adequately." Right. Just a left turn, then two more blocks, then another left, and five more blocks, before another right turn. Probably.
“Right, then should we just say we’re heading in the same direction by mere coincidence and just deal with each other’s company?” questioned Saeki as he continued following Hiyoshi along the road, merrily eavesdropping on his thoughts. He was close to just picking the human up and carrying him home, unconscious or not, by his own doing or not, but honestly Saeki enjoyed the bickering too much and found the stubbornness the other man possessed fascinating.
"Tch," grunted Hiyoshi, deciding to ignore Saeki. Maybe he would go away if he did that. By some stroke of luck, he managed to navigate to his dorms after some trial and error, nearly tripping on the stairs.
The dormitory. Pity he still needed an invitation if he wanted to visit Hiyoshi for secret feedings but he’d worry about getting that out of the fading human another day. “Look at that; you did make it on your own. I guess this is where we part for the night unless you need me to tuck you in?” Saeki grinned, knowing already that he would be denied, likely with a hell of a glare.
"You're still here?" snapped Hiyoshi, annoyed, fiddling with the key to his room. "No, I got here by myself, see? It's fine." Hiyoshi couldn't wait to simply collapse in bed and sleep all this off. The door finally sprang open, and a plaintive meow came from the cat inside.
"Shoo," huffed Hiyoshi, waving his hands to get the cat out of his way. Cat stared a while at Saeki, then leapt up onto a shelf, watching the vampire closely. Hiyoshi turned back to Saeki. "You can go now," he said gruffly.
Saeki eyed the cat as the cat watched him closely. Animals always did act strange around his kind, even his dog, Sir Bacardi Winter Cadbury, was a little weary around him from time to time until they reached an understanding and trust. If the cat did anything now, he could pass it off as being a dog person and cats didn’t like him and given what he had read on Hiyoshi’s journal, that would likely be believed.
“Since you didn’t die in an alley and you have a feline to watch over you now, I guess it is safe for me to leave you,” he stepped back from the door and turned to leave then paused to call over his shoulder, “you better stop by the club again from time to time.” With that, Saeki gave a little wave and returned to his task of leaving.
"Whatever," muttered Hiyoshi vaguely, closing the door. "Bye." Strange club. Even stranger person. Hiyoshi didn't think he would be going back anytime soon. Flopping on his bed still fully dressed, Hiyoshi was soon fast asleep once again.