[fic] Blood
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shannys_cornerTitle: Blood :: Part One
Status: Complete
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kiyala
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Word Count: 11578
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampire AU, yaoi, swearing, mansex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: SO! It’s midnight for me, which means it’s technically Ichigo’s birthday! :D I couldn’t wait any longer to post this fic, so here you go! I know, I know the warning says it’s a Vampire AU but please don’t cringe. I was determined to pull it off in a way that wouldn’t end up terrible the way so many vampire AUs seem to be and… well, I’m happy with it. I hope you’ll enjoy it too.
There’s also a surprise under the cut ;D
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*
They had first met in the dead of the night. He remembered that there had been a crescent moon that night, providing little light to guide him as he hunted, but enough to make those yellow eyes shine bright as they stood face to face.
He’d heard of vampires since his youth. He’d been taught to avoid them. To keep out of their hunting territories and stay in his own. It came naturally to him, just as naturally as breathing, as running, as drawing his bow and destroying the Hollows that threatened innocent lives each night.
To be entirely fair, the Vampire had wandered out of its own territory that night. They’d seen each other when the Hollow had been destroyed with far too much force to be the effort of one Quincy who had barely been trying. Two pairs of eyes had quickly sought out strange figures, and they’d fallen up each other at the same time.
The Vampire had a wild look in its bright, yellow eyes. Perhaps it was still young. Or perhaps that was just its personality. If vampires had personalities. The Quincy wasn’t quite sure.
He was standing in the dark, and the Vampire in the small stretch of moonlight. It was wearing black, flowing robes with red lining. Its skin was pale, as were its lips. It had not fed for the night, as far as the Quincy could tell.
“Quincy.”
The word sounded velvety in its deep voice. But like a human voice, it bore character. It sounded curious.
“Yes. Yes, you’re a Quincy.”
It wasn’t a question and it didn’t require any kind of confirmation, but yet it felt as though it were directed at him. The Vampire moved closer.
“I’ve never seen one before.”
He found his voice. “…I’ve never seen a vampire before either.”
It smiled, and he caught the glint of its fangs. His training kicked in and he felt for his cross, ready to summon his bow.
“So many crosses on you,” the Vampire murmured. “Why is a Quincy so afraid of vampires? Don’t you know that they don’t do anything?”
“It’s tradition,” he replied defensively. “I was brought up to never trust vampires.”
“Why?” it chuckled. “The Hollows are our common enemy. Shouldn’t that make us allies?”
“I kill them because they threaten the lives of others. You kill them because they get in the way of your hunting.”
The Vampire laughed softly. “Ah, but you make us sound so selfish, Quincy. Tell me, what would you do if something got in the way of your only food source? Wouldn’t you kill it? I was of the impression that humans were the selfish ones, not us.”
“But your only food source is humans,” the Quincy spoke. “You need to kill in order to feed. That makes you selfish as well.”
“I can’t help the way I am made,” the Vampire told him. It reached out, gripping his chin. Its grip was cold, but firm. He couldn’t look anywhere but the bright, yellow eyes.
“Quincy blood doesn’t taste good,” it spoke. “Or so I’ve been told. But I can feel it in you, hear it pulsing in you. I can hear your heartbeat, Quincy. I know you’re afraid.”
The Quincy held his head high. The bright yellow gaze travelled down his throat.
“That’s not a good idea, Quincy. Don’t tempt me.”
“Ishida.”
“What?”
“My name isn’t Quincy. It’s Ishida Uryuu.”
“Ishida Uryuu,” the Vampire repeated. “Don’t tempt me, Ishida Uryuu.”
Ishida wrapped his fingers around the pale wrist and gripped tightly. The Vampire released its hold on his chin.
“You have a strong grip,” the Vampire spoke softly, trying to hide its surprise and pain.
“I’m an archer.”
It grinned at him. “I must have stronger jaw muscles than you.”
The Quincy looked disgusted. “That isn’t something to be proud of, Vampire.”
“Kurosaki Ichigo.”
“Kurosaki,” Ishida spat. “You’re in Quincy territory and you have been for the past several minutes. If you stay any longer, I will kill you.”
“I’ve always been curious to see how a Quincy fights.”
“Don’t tempt me, Kurosaki Ichigo.”
Kurosaki’s grin did not disappear, but he stepped away.
“Of course. See you, Quincy.”
“I hope not,” Ishida replied flatly, but found that he was speaking to a blank space. He looked around for the Vampire, but found no one. Deciding that this was a good thing, he turned to head back home.
*
They met the next night, in neutral grounds. Ishida froze when he recognised the Vampire. Kurosaki grinned and walked closer.
“How odd, to meet you again so soon. Almost as though I knew where to find you.”
Ishida’s eyes widened. “You’re following me.”
“Not you. It’s your scent,” Kurosaki corrected him. “Your sound. I can’t ignore it.”
“You’ve fed tonight,” Ishida murmured, noticing the faint red in the Vampire’s lips.
“Are you always this bad at conversation? Maybe you don’t have friends, Ishida. You know, a conversation usually goes like this: I say something, you reply. You say something, I reply. We’re supposed to stay on topic. The sound and smell of your blood don’t have anything to do with me feeding.”
“I doubt it,” the Quincy said with a frown.
“You’re very self-important, aren’t you Ishida?”
“Stop using my name as if we’re familiar with each other,” he snapped.
“You told me your name last night because you didn’t want me to call you Quincy. Should I call you Quincy again, Ishida Uryuu?”
Ishida sighed. “Is this the way you talk to other vampires too?”
Kurosaki grinned. “No. You’re special, because you’re a Quincy.”
Ishida raised an eyebrow, wondering if the Vampire had ever spoken to a human.
“I can read the questions in your eyes, Ishida Uryuu,” Kurosaki spoke, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I’ve never spoken to a human before. They’ve never been alive for long enough. I don’t need to speak to them to lure them to me.”
Ishida’s eyes widened at the thought. Kurosaki nodded slowly and the Quincy followed the action before shaking his head.
“It’s your eyes.”
“Hm?”
“That’s your trap. Your eyes. I can’t look away without forcing myself.”
“Are you sure that it’s not just you?” Kurosaki teased, his tongue trailing over his lips. “Perhaps you’re just… captivated.”
“By a monster.”
Kurosaki’s hands were at his throat, pressing down hard. “Don’t call me that, Ishida Uryuu. It’s rude to call people names, isn’t it?”
“Only if they’re people,” Ishida gasped out. “You’re not.”
The Vampire snarled, his grip tightening. “I’m not a monster, Quincy.”
Ishida’s hands were pulling at Ichigo’s, trying to break free. He gasped for air as he struggled, stumbling forward when the Vampire suddenly let go.
He fell to his knees, coughing up blood. Kurosaki stared at him.
“I’m sorry.”
Staying on his knees, Ishida spat a mouthful of blood on the floor and wiped his mouth as he looked up. “I coughed up blood and you’re not going insane?”
Kurosaki wrinkled his nose. “Vampires have taste, Ishida. You coughed that up on the floor.”
“No three-second rule?”
Kurosaki offered him a hand up. Ishida ignored it.
The Quincy frowned. “You could’ve killed me.”
“You could’ve killed me yourself. Your hands were free to use your bow.”
Ishida glared at him, but before he could open his mouth to reply, they heard the cry of a Hollow. The Vampire didn’t seem concerned, but before he could turn to look at the other, the Quincy was gone. Kurosaki sighed in frustration, going after him.
Ishida had his bow drawn before he’d even reached the Hollow. He did a quick survey of the area to ensure there was no one in danger before releasing his arrow. His eyes widened when the Hollow was split in half before his arrow even reached it. And then he frowned when he saw Kurosaki standing among the disintegrating energy.
“That was my kill.”
“Is that how a Quincy works? Do they tell everyone else that they’re going after a target and that only they can kill it? Don’t you guys know anything about teamwork?”
“Teamwork,” Ishida repeated, as though he were testing the word. “No. I don’t do teamwork. I work by myself.”
“Well that’s no good. If you don’t have any teammates, who will know if I take you away?”
The Quincy looked slightly troubled at the thought, but answered calmly. “No one, Kurosaki.”
The Vampire smirked at him, stepping closer. “That’s like an open invitation, Quincy.”
“But why would I ever agree to going anywhere with you?”
“Your gaze hasn’t left my eyes for all the time we’ve been speaking,” Kurosaki murmured. “And I’m not even trying. Call me what you will Quincy, the fact still stands that you are captivated.”
Ishida frowned at him. “Well, I’m not trying to resist either.”
“You’re tempting me again,” the Vampire smirked. “I enjoy talking to you, Ishida Uryuu. I don’t want to treat you the same way I treat my prey.”
“But that’s all I am,” Ishida replied quietly. “Prey. My blood is all you want.”
“Not true,” Kurosaki replied, his voice low. He was staring into the Quincy’s eyes and blinked, forcing himself to look away. “Tell me Ishida. Why does a Quincy need to draw people—vampires to itself?”
Ishida raised an eyebrow. “We don’t need to. We don’t do it. Only vampires and Hollows play those tricks, to catch their prey. A Quincy doesn’t prey on innocents.”
The vampire stared at him and frowned. “If you say so.”
“Why?”
“I’m going home,” Kurosaki said, ignoring his question. “Good night, Quincy.”
“Do vampires go out during the day?” Ishida asked to the other’s turned back. “Or does the sunlight truly scare them away?”
Kurosaki turned and grinned at him. “Maybe you’ll find out tomorrow.”
*
The next night, Uryuu sat on a bench in neutral territory, waiting. Hours passed and he only left to destroy Hollows before returning to the same place. He checked his watch, frowning when he saw that it was already half past two.
“Where the hell are you?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
“Right here. I’ve been here for a while,” Kurosaki spoke, leaning over Ishida’s shoulder. “Assuming you’re talking to me. I am the special person you’re waiting for, aren’t I?”
“Vampire,” Ishida corrected with a scowl, but he didn’t tell the Vampire that he was wrong. He stood up and walked towards Ichigo, who had moved away from the bench. “It’s ridiculously late.”
“I know.” Kurosaki sounded happy about it. “I knew you’d wait for me. I wanted to see how long you’d stay before giving up.”
Ishida looked unimpressed, but the Vampire simply grinned at him.
“I don’t know why I even bothered.”
“You wanted to see me again. Obviously.”
The Quincy frowned. “I don’t like the way you say that.”
“Come on, Quincy. Your very heartbeat makes me want to follow you everywhere. I’m not afraid of admitting it. Clearly, I’ve managed to stay in your head too.”
“Kurosaki, there are so many things wrong with that, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Alright, I’ll help you. Just for the fun of it. How about you start with the fact that I’m a Vampire and you’re…”
“A Quincy. Yes. That’s one thing.”
“And as I’ve said before, we have a common enemy. That technically makes us allies. We’re fighting the same thing—”
“For entirely different reasons. Don’t forget that a Quincy is human too. The main reason you are drawn to me is because you want to kill me—”
“Not true,” Kurosaki told him, placing his fingers on Ishida’s lips. “I don’t need to kill you, Ishida. Your life isn’t one I would waste so easily.”
Ishida pushed the hand away and frowned in confusion.
“I don’t need to kill you,” the Vampire repeated quietly, his gaze fixed on Ishida’s neck. “It’s possible to feed without killing the subject. But most of the time, it’s not worth the self-control.”
“Who are you to judge?” Ishida asked coldly.
“It’s necessity,” Kurosaki replied. “If I had to control myself each time, it would drive me mad.”
“So of course, you kill innocent humans instead.”
“Ishida…” the Vampire sighed, holding the sides of the Quincy’s face. The other flinched, but couldn’t pull away. “You’re making judgements without even realising what it is that vampires do.”
“What you do…?”
“I can’t bring myself to kill someone who can still do something with their life. I prey on people who are already dying. It’s a difficult taste to acquire, but it keeps me fed.”
“You… how? How do you find them?”
Kurosaki smiled at him, “We have our connections. Hospital patients with no families. People who can disappear without anyone ever noticing. Of course, we have help.”
“The hospital?” Ishida asked, wide-eyed. “The town hospital? The one just a few roads from here?”
“The same.”
“My father… is the director of that place. He’s a Quincy! He wouldn’t allow you vampires to—”
“Ishida Ryuuken?” Kurosaki asked, looking into the wide blue eyes before him. “I’ve never met him before. My own dad deals with him. From what I hear, I don’t want to meet him.”
This made the corners of Ishida’s lips twitch upward for a moment, but the troubled expression did not leave. “But how would he ever stand back and let you kill his patients?”
“He understands reason,” Kurosaki said, absently stroking the Quincy’s hair. Ishida trembled and shut his eyes. “If he doesn’t allow us access to people who are already dying, we’ll run rampant. We’ll kill anything that comes our way. Which would you prefer?”
Ishida hung his head. “The lesser of two evils.”
“Don’t look so upset,” the Vampire murmured, pulling Ishida closer.
The Quincy resisted. “That doesn’t change anything. You kill to live, I live to protect people from being killed.”
“True. It doesn’t change anything,” Kurosaki said with a nod. “But you’re looking at it the wrong way. Despite our differences, your body tells me what you feel. The way your heart beats faster when you know I’m there. The way I can hear it quicken every time I touch you. That look in your eyes. Do you think I can’t see it?”
“No.” Shaking his head, Ishida frowned. “No. You’re not right. You can’t be. Forget the fact that I’m a Quincy and you’re a Vampire. Forget that you want my blood. The fact still stands that we’re both men. We can’t—”
“Does it truly matter to you?” the Vampire asked quietly. “Over the years, I’ve learned to read humans well. I could tell from the very first moment we met. I know where your preferences lie, Ishida Uryuu.”
The Quincy turned red and looked away.
“As for me…” he continued. “It’s more than just your blood that calls to me, Ishida.”
“Just because… you’re right about me,” Ishida whispered. “It doesn’t mean that it’s you who—”
“Distracts you when you’re working?” Kurosaki asked. “The one making you act out of the ordinary? That is what your manager told you today, wasn’t it?”
The blue eyes widened. “You’re stalking me!”
“I wanted to see if you’d notice me in daylight. I suppose you can’t.”
“Notice you?” Ishida asked. “So you can go out in the sun, then?”
“I can…” the Vampire said with a small nod. “But not often. It’s tiring. I have to make sure that people don’t notice me – I’d stand out in the sun. People would know that something is… different about me. Even if they don’t know what it is, I can’t risk being noticed. It’s a vampire technique, where we meld into the shadows. People only notice us when they look hard enough, or if they know what to look for.”
“It does sound troublesome.”
“But who would want to be restrained by the light? I try not to go out often, because all the effort it takes me just makes me hungrier.”
“And that’s why you fed more tonight,” Ishida whispered. “Your lips aren’t as pale as before.”
Kurosaki grinned. “You’re observant, Quincy.”
“Observant enough to notice that you’ve been staring at either my eyes or neck all night. If you’d like to bite me, Kurosaki…” Ishida tilted his head up, exposing more of his throat.
“No… don’t do that,” the Vampire murmured, already leaning closer. “I need more self-control for this. I shouldn’t—ahh, I can smell you from here…”
“Go on, Vampire,” Ishida urged, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “You said that humans are the selfish ones. I’m telling you that if you desire something, then take it.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Kurosaki said helplessly. “Ishida, please…”
He placed his hands on the Quincy’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Ishida’s eyes slid shut as he felt the other’s breath on his neck. He felt a cold hand pushing his collar out of the way, a mouth hovering just above his skin.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, smiling.
“Don’t regret this,” Kurosaki told him. “Tell me you’re sure.”
“Do it, Kurosaki. I want you to.”
The Vampire let out a shaky sigh, which in turn made Ishida shudder. There was a brief moment of pain and Kurosaki spoke again.
“Just a little scratch. A few drops. That’s all I can do now,” he murmured and then his tongue was on Ishida’s neck, licking the blood away.
Before he could stop himself, the Quincy moaned. Kurosaki frowned, pulling away for a brief moment before his yellow eyes widened, realising it was a moan of pleasure.
“Do you… like that?”
“Mmm. How does it taste?” Ishida murmured. “Do you like it, Kurosaki?”
“Better than it smells,” Kurosaki replied. “It’s beautiful, Ishida. You’re beautiful.”
“More.”
“No,” the Vampire shook his head. “I can’t. I don’t trust myself.”
Threading his fingers into the short orange hair, Ishida held Kurosaki’s head close. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Kurosaki hesitated for a moment, and then pressed his lips to Ishida’s neck. “What if I do this?”
The Quincy’s gasp told him enough. He kissed the pale skin again, and then again. Ishida moaned more quietly this time.
“Why are you letting me do this?” the Vampire asked. “What if I didn’t stop myself?”
“I would have died, Ryuuken would have found out and your death would have been far slower and painful,” Ishida replied simply.
Kurosaki didn’t know whether to smile or shudder at the thought. “Fair enough, but there’s still a chance that I could have killed you.”
“That thought doesn’t concern me as much as you think it does,” Ishida said quietly. “I’m willing to take risks. I knew you’d stop yourself.”
“Do you trust me, Quincy?”
“No. But I already know that you wouldn’t kill someone without a good reason. From what you’ve told me, you don’t like killing people.”
“And what if I was just lying? If it was all an elaborate plan to kill you and suck you dry?”
The Quincy simply smiled. “Well, then I’d deserve to die for my stupidity, wouldn’t I?”
Kurosaki shook his head. “I thought I understood humans. I thought you’d value your life more than that.”
“Kurosaki,” Ishida murmured, leaning closer to him. “You’re thinking far too much.”
“Then what would you prefer that I do?” the Vampire asked with a grin. “Or is that a stupid question?”
“A very stupid question.”
The bright yellow eyes settled on Ishida’s lips. Kurosaki ran his tongue over his own, sighing. “Your mouth smells as good as your blood.”
The Quincy’s lips parted gently and Kurosaki watched him draw a breath slowly before exhaling. The Vampire shut his eyes and inhaled.
“Are you torturing me on purpose, Ishida?”
Ishida placed his hands on either side of his face. “I’m not torturing you, Kurosaki. I’m asking you to kiss me.”
“You’re… inviting me to taste your mouth?”
“I don’t know why you’re surprised, considering that I just invited you to taste my blood.”
The Vampire shook his head. “You’re insane.”
“I’m giving you what you want, Kurosaki. Take it or leave it.”
In response, Kurosaki held the back of Ishida’s head and pulled him into a kiss. It was a simple mashing of lips against lips, but then Kurosaki’s tongue was teasing Ishida’s lower lip and the Quincy groaned. Their tongues met, sliding against each other and Ishida’s grip on him tightened.
“I can’t feel your fangs,” Ishida murmured as they pulled apart. He touched Kurosaki’s lips. “Can you control them?”
“My fangs reflect my self-control. I don’t need them to be sharp unless I’m feeding.”
The Vampire moved in for another kiss and Ishida leaned away. “We should go somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“My flat. Somewhere that isn’t so public.”
“Your father—”
“Doesn’t live with me. Couldn’t you tell, when you were stalking me?”
“Watching. I was watching you. I didn’t follow you home. I thought he’d kill me if he caught me.”
Ishida smirked. “He probably would have. But I live alone.”
“He’ll know I’m with you.”
“Most probably. But considering that he knows your father…”
Kurosaki sighed. “I can’t convince you otherwise, can I?”
“You can refuse my invitation. If you want to.”
The Vampire grinned at him. “What do you think, Quincy?”
Ishida grabbed the front of his clothes and in the next moment, they were pressed against his door.
Kurosaki raised an eyebrow. “A Quincy shunpo?”
“Hirenkyaku,” Ishida corrected. “It’s different.”
It was also irrelevant to the task at hand, so the Vampire shrugged it off before pressing his lips to Ishida’s.
“Let me open the door first.”
Sighing, Kurosaki waited until he was led into the small flat. In most cases, he would have looked around and taken his surroundings in first, but instead, he gathered the thin frame of the other man in his arms and pulled him into another kiss.
“How long can you stay?” Ishida asked quietly as he was pressed against the wall. “Don’t… the other vampires mind if you’re here?”
“They won’t be happy about me being in Quincy territory,” Kurosaki replied between kisses. “But it isn’t against the rules. And it doesn’t bother me.”
He moved down to kiss Ishida’s neck, pulling away when the Quincy moaned softly. He flinched as the Vampire’s hand brushed against his groin.
“I’ve noticed it a few times already. Why does it arouse you so much when I go near your neck?” Kurosaki asked, chuckling.
Ishida’s cheeks went a faint red. “It’s not funny.”
Smirking, Kurosaki moved his fingers over the bulge in the other’s pants once again. “Definitely not funny. It’s tempting. Like the rest of you.”
“Don’t—” Ishida managed to gasp before the Vampire was stroking his half-hard penis through his clothing. He pressed his head against the wall behind him and panted softly. “Ah, Kurosaki, please…”
“I bet it’s all of your sexual frustration,” Kurosaki said, grinning. “Your body thinks you’re about to die, and you want to get laid before that happens.”
“Shut up… ahhh, K-Kurosaki… don’t…”
“Don’t resist,” the Vampire murmured, kissing his lips and then his neck. “Not when I can see how much you want this.”
Ishida arched against the wall before his eyes suddenly opened. He pushed Kurosaki away quickly. “Ryuuken.”
“Is he coming this way? Fuck—”
“Go!” Ishida pushed him to the window and opened it. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Sounds promising,” Kurosaki replied, briefly touching his lips to Ishida’s before he was gone.
*
Ishida’s father was not pleased. He hadn’t showed up at his son’s flat, but Ishida could tell by the cold silence between them somehow being more prominent than usual. Ishida was unrepentant. The days that he’d cared of what his father thought of his actions were long gone.
He went to university as normal, went to work, went home. Just as normal. He looked for Kurosaki when he was bored, always disappointed that he couldn’t find him.
The Vampire was waiting for him at the same place they’d met the previous night. He was looking tired, but had a grin on his face all the same.
“Apparently, your dad went psycho,” he informed Ishida, pulling the Quincy into his arms. “At my dad. I shouldn’t be spending so much time with you, or something. I shouldn’t be putting you in danger. Although you seem to be doing a pretty good job of that yourself.”
Ishida raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t spoken to Ryuuken.”
“My dad told me I was lucky that I didn’t have to. Heh, what’s the point of being told you can’t have something you want? It just makes me want you more.”
They kissed and Ishida sighed. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
“Ever since I left?” Kurosaki asked with a grin. “I thought I’d hang around for a while, once your dad thought I was gone. I would have said something, but it was just so much better to watch…”
Ishida’s eyes widened, “You saw—”
“You lying in your bed, stroking yourself, yes. I heard you too, Ishida.”
“I…”
“You were moaning for me,” Kurosaki murmured against Ishida's neck, sounding pleased. “Will you do it again tonight…?”
Ishida groaned, frowning as he turned away. “You know what that does to me.”
“Don’t look away,” Kurosaki murmured, holding the side of the Quincy’s face. “Show me those pretty eyes of yours, Ishida.”
Ishida looked back at him, eyes closing as they kissed. Kurosaki’s hands were in his hair, then teasing the nape of his neck before travelling down his back to settle on his hips.
“Are you game enough to follow me home tonight?” Ishida asked, pressing his lips to Kurosaki’s neck.
“Mm, your father would actually kill me this time.”
“Not true. I know from experience that if I continue to disobey him, he’ll give up on me.”
“That isn’t something I’d be proud of,” Kurosaki said with a frown.
“You’re not my father’s son. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“Clearly, it’s bad enough for you to be doing the exact opposite of everything he wants you to do. Staying up all night patrolling the town and killing Hollows instead of sleeping. Maybe you’re just attracted to me because you know it’d piss your dad off—”
Ishida gave him a gentle shove and scowled. “You think I’m that kind of person? Ryuuken has nothing to do with this!”
“Are you telling me that you’re not the kind of person to do something just because you’re being told not to? I heard from my dad that yours didn’t really want you to be a Quincy for the first… what, sixteen years of your life?”
“He’s a selfish man. He doesn’t understand the concept of doing something because it helps others, rather than just helping himself. I don’t see things the same way he does. I justify everything I do to myself – no one else. The same goes for my desire for you, Kurosaki. I know it’s not the best idea I’ve had. I know that it doesn’t make Ryuuken very happy, and that I need to be careful around you. But this is something I want and none of those things are good enough reasons to stop wanting you.”
The Vampire sighed before pulling the other man into his arms. “You’re an idiot, Ishida. We’re both idiots.”
“I know,” Ishida murmured, his hands on Kurosaki’s shoulders. “But I like it this way. Follow me home, Vampire. I’m willing to bet that we’ll be able to continue what we started last night, without interruptions.”
Grinning, Kurosaki pressed his lips to Ishida’s for a brief moment. “Then why are we still here?”
This time, he took greater care to look around at his surroundings once he was allowed into Ishida’s flat. It was a plain, lonely-looking place with the bare essentials. A bed, a desk, a bookshelf full of textbooks. No dining table, an old couch and a low coffee table in front of a small television. He was sure that if he looked in the cupboards, he’d find only a couple of plates and just enough food to get the Quincy by until the next grocery day.
Ishida cleared his throat and the yellow gaze snapped back to him. The Vampire frowned a little. “Your flat is so…”
“Poor? Bare? I know.”
“…I was going to say minimalistic,” Kurosaki said as he went to him. Their lips met and Ishida surrendered to the kiss until the other pulled away. “So very different to where I live. We insist on decoration, luxury… being here, it makes me feel as if our house is far too extravagant.”
“Now you have me curious. I want to see where you live, Kurosaki.”
“Perhaps I’ll show you tomorrow night,” the Vampire whispered, his tongue flicking out to lick the skin just under Ishida’s ear. The Quincy moaned softly.
Neither of them watched where they were going, but the ended up lying on Ishida’s bed all the same. It was narrow, only meant for one body, but Kurosaki solved this problem by straddling the Quincy and sitting on top of him.
He shut his eyes, tilted his head up and grinned. “Whenever I’m close to you, it’s almost as if I can feel your heart pounding in my head. I can hear your blood rushing to all the right places.”
He moved a hand over Ishida’s groin and they both sighed in pleasure. “You don’t know how hard you make this for me. You make me want to lose control, my beautiful Quincy. I want to…”
“Drink my blood?”
“Strip you naked and fuck you hard,” Kurosaki corrected. “I’m talking about a different kind of control.”
Gazing up at him from the mattress, Ishida was expressionless as he spoke, “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
The Vampire did a double take. “…What?”
“Lose control. Get me naked. Fuck me. I… want you to.”
Kurosaki swore quietly. “Here? Now?”
“Do it. I want to feel you inside me.”
He kissed Ishida hard. “Are you even aware of how much danger you’re putting yourself in by tempting me? If I give into one primal desire… there’s a good chance I’ll give into the other.”
“So you’d fuck and feed at the same time?” Ishida asked, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.
“It’s not funny, Ishida!” the Vampire snarled. “Please… just try to think of it from my perspective. I want your body as much as your blood. I’m… a monster, just like you said. I want to consume you. Completely. It’s taking all of my control to keep myself from doing it and here… you’re urging me to. I can’t take it.”
Reaching out, Ishida stroked the side of Kurosaki’s face. “I’m sorry. I never intended to make things difficult for you.”
“It’s just the way you are,” Kurosaki chuckled. “It’s part of why I’m so attracted to you.”
“Only part?”
The Vampire kissed him hard. “I’m not going to stroke your ego, Quincy. I suppose stroking this pretty cock of yours will have to do.”
Ishida gasped as he felt the other’s strong hands undo his pants and push his underwear aside. The fingers that wrapped around his penis were warm, rough and above all else, they were gentle. He lifted his hips obediently when Kurosaki made to pull his pants off.
“Your tunic is too long,” the Vampire muttered, trying to push it out of the way before giving up and undoing the top half of the Quincy uniform as well. He gathered the slender body in his arms, pulling Ishida close to him. “This is much better.”
The Quincy whimpered quietly, twitching as his cock was stroked. He arched into the other’s touch and Kurosaki chuckled.
“Am I the first to touch you like this?”
Ishida nodded, not meeting the yellow eyes. “…I’d ask you if this was your first time, but I don’t think I want to hear your answer.”
“Afraid it’d make you jealous?” Kurosaki laughed. “It may surprise you, but this is my first. Despite what you may think about Vampires, I’m only as old as I look. I don’t think I’m much older than you are.”
“Twenty one?”
“Twenty two. Close enough. Vampires aren’t immortal like the myths go. I live the same lifespan as a human… I’m just harder to kill, and have a different diet.”
Ishida frowned disbelievingly. “You’ve never captivated someone before?”
“I’ve never been captivated by anyone the way I am with you.”
“Heh. And you were saying you wouldn’t stroke my ego.”
Kurosaki smiled. “I’m simply telling the truth.”
He stroked the Quincy’s cock a little harder and Ishida’s breath hitched. Grinning, Kurosaki moved his hand faster, his thumb rubbing over the swollen head and Ishida pressed his head back into the pillow beneath him with a low moan. The Vampire echoed it as his thumb was wet with precum and he slid his hand down the length, rubbing his fingers over Ishida’s entrance.
“Mmm, don’t tease me.”
Kurosaki moved his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them for a moment before pushing one into Ishida. The Quincy whimpered and then groaned as the Vampire used his other hand to resume his stroking. Ishida spread his legs as far as they would, wincing as he was caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. Kurosaki pushed his fingers deeper and the other man cried out as his prostate was hit. The Vampire did it again and this time, Ishida arched off the bed and came all over his hand with a loud moan.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, Kurosaki’s tongue darted out to taste the Quincy’s release. He grinned down at his companion, leaning over to kiss him. “You’re delicious, Quincy. All of you.”
Ishida blushed and looked away. “Pervert.”
He reached to Kurosaki’s belt, but the Vampire stopped him.
“Now isn’t a good time. I should be going.”
“Now?” Ishida asked, frowning. “Stay a little longer.”
“I can’t,” he replied quietly. “I don’t think my dad will be very happy with the fact that I came here just after he told me that I shouldn’t. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll visit you at work.”
“Will I actually see you, for once?”
“Don’t worry,” Kurosaki kissed him. “I’ll make sure you will.”
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Part Two
Status: Complete
Author:
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hidden_gemsWord Count: 11578
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampire AU, yaoi, swearing, mansex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: SO! It’s midnight for me, which means it’s technically Ichigo’s birthday! :D I couldn’t wait any longer to post this fic, so here you go! I know, I know the warning says it’s a Vampire AU but please don’t cringe. I was determined to pull it off in a way that wouldn’t end up terrible the way so many vampire AUs seem to be and… well, I’m happy with it. I hope you’ll enjoy it too.
There’s also a surprise under the cut ;D
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They had first met in the dead of the night. He remembered that there had been a crescent moon that night, providing little light to guide him as he hunted, but enough to make those yellow eyes shine bright as they stood face to face.
He’d heard of vampires since his youth. He’d been taught to avoid them. To keep out of their hunting territories and stay in his own. It came naturally to him, just as naturally as breathing, as running, as drawing his bow and destroying the Hollows that threatened innocent lives each night.
To be entirely fair, the Vampire had wandered out of its own territory that night. They’d seen each other when the Hollow had been destroyed with far too much force to be the effort of one Quincy who had barely been trying. Two pairs of eyes had quickly sought out strange figures, and they’d fallen up each other at the same time.
The Vampire had a wild look in its bright, yellow eyes. Perhaps it was still young. Or perhaps that was just its personality. If vampires had personalities. The Quincy wasn’t quite sure.
He was standing in the dark, and the Vampire in the small stretch of moonlight. It was wearing black, flowing robes with red lining. Its skin was pale, as were its lips. It had not fed for the night, as far as the Quincy could tell.
“Quincy.”
The word sounded velvety in its deep voice. But like a human voice, it bore character. It sounded curious.
“Yes. Yes, you’re a Quincy.”
It wasn’t a question and it didn’t require any kind of confirmation, but yet it felt as though it were directed at him. The Vampire moved closer.
“I’ve never seen one before.”
He found his voice. “…I’ve never seen a vampire before either.”
It smiled, and he caught the glint of its fangs. His training kicked in and he felt for his cross, ready to summon his bow.
“So many crosses on you,” the Vampire murmured. “Why is a Quincy so afraid of vampires? Don’t you know that they don’t do anything?”
“It’s tradition,” he replied defensively. “I was brought up to never trust vampires.”
“Why?” it chuckled. “The Hollows are our common enemy. Shouldn’t that make us allies?”
“I kill them because they threaten the lives of others. You kill them because they get in the way of your hunting.”
The Vampire laughed softly. “Ah, but you make us sound so selfish, Quincy. Tell me, what would you do if something got in the way of your only food source? Wouldn’t you kill it? I was of the impression that humans were the selfish ones, not us.”
“But your only food source is humans,” the Quincy spoke. “You need to kill in order to feed. That makes you selfish as well.”
“I can’t help the way I am made,” the Vampire told him. It reached out, gripping his chin. Its grip was cold, but firm. He couldn’t look anywhere but the bright, yellow eyes.
“Quincy blood doesn’t taste good,” it spoke. “Or so I’ve been told. But I can feel it in you, hear it pulsing in you. I can hear your heartbeat, Quincy. I know you’re afraid.”
The Quincy held his head high. The bright yellow gaze travelled down his throat.
“That’s not a good idea, Quincy. Don’t tempt me.”
“Ishida.”
“What?”
“My name isn’t Quincy. It’s Ishida Uryuu.”
“Ishida Uryuu,” the Vampire repeated. “Don’t tempt me, Ishida Uryuu.”
Ishida wrapped his fingers around the pale wrist and gripped tightly. The Vampire released its hold on his chin.
“You have a strong grip,” the Vampire spoke softly, trying to hide its surprise and pain.
“I’m an archer.”
It grinned at him. “I must have stronger jaw muscles than you.”
The Quincy looked disgusted. “That isn’t something to be proud of, Vampire.”
“Kurosaki Ichigo.”
“Kurosaki,” Ishida spat. “You’re in Quincy territory and you have been for the past several minutes. If you stay any longer, I will kill you.”
“I’ve always been curious to see how a Quincy fights.”
“Don’t tempt me, Kurosaki Ichigo.”
Kurosaki’s grin did not disappear, but he stepped away.
“Of course. See you, Quincy.”
“I hope not,” Ishida replied flatly, but found that he was speaking to a blank space. He looked around for the Vampire, but found no one. Deciding that this was a good thing, he turned to head back home.
They met the next night, in neutral grounds. Ishida froze when he recognised the Vampire. Kurosaki grinned and walked closer.
“How odd, to meet you again so soon. Almost as though I knew where to find you.”
Ishida’s eyes widened. “You’re following me.”
“Not you. It’s your scent,” Kurosaki corrected him. “Your sound. I can’t ignore it.”
“You’ve fed tonight,” Ishida murmured, noticing the faint red in the Vampire’s lips.
“Are you always this bad at conversation? Maybe you don’t have friends, Ishida. You know, a conversation usually goes like this: I say something, you reply. You say something, I reply. We’re supposed to stay on topic. The sound and smell of your blood don’t have anything to do with me feeding.”
“I doubt it,” the Quincy said with a frown.
“You’re very self-important, aren’t you Ishida?”
“Stop using my name as if we’re familiar with each other,” he snapped.
“You told me your name last night because you didn’t want me to call you Quincy. Should I call you Quincy again, Ishida Uryuu?”
Ishida sighed. “Is this the way you talk to other vampires too?”
Kurosaki grinned. “No. You’re special, because you’re a Quincy.”
Ishida raised an eyebrow, wondering if the Vampire had ever spoken to a human.
“I can read the questions in your eyes, Ishida Uryuu,” Kurosaki spoke, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I’ve never spoken to a human before. They’ve never been alive for long enough. I don’t need to speak to them to lure them to me.”
Ishida’s eyes widened at the thought. Kurosaki nodded slowly and the Quincy followed the action before shaking his head.
“It’s your eyes.”
“Hm?”
“That’s your trap. Your eyes. I can’t look away without forcing myself.”
“Are you sure that it’s not just you?” Kurosaki teased, his tongue trailing over his lips. “Perhaps you’re just… captivated.”
“By a monster.”
Kurosaki’s hands were at his throat, pressing down hard. “Don’t call me that, Ishida Uryuu. It’s rude to call people names, isn’t it?”
“Only if they’re people,” Ishida gasped out. “You’re not.”
The Vampire snarled, his grip tightening. “I’m not a monster, Quincy.”
Ishida’s hands were pulling at Ichigo’s, trying to break free. He gasped for air as he struggled, stumbling forward when the Vampire suddenly let go.
He fell to his knees, coughing up blood. Kurosaki stared at him.
“I’m sorry.”
Staying on his knees, Ishida spat a mouthful of blood on the floor and wiped his mouth as he looked up. “I coughed up blood and you’re not going insane?”
Kurosaki wrinkled his nose. “Vampires have taste, Ishida. You coughed that up on the floor.”
“No three-second rule?”
Kurosaki offered him a hand up. Ishida ignored it.
The Quincy frowned. “You could’ve killed me.”
“You could’ve killed me yourself. Your hands were free to use your bow.”
Ishida glared at him, but before he could open his mouth to reply, they heard the cry of a Hollow. The Vampire didn’t seem concerned, but before he could turn to look at the other, the Quincy was gone. Kurosaki sighed in frustration, going after him.
Ishida had his bow drawn before he’d even reached the Hollow. He did a quick survey of the area to ensure there was no one in danger before releasing his arrow. His eyes widened when the Hollow was split in half before his arrow even reached it. And then he frowned when he saw Kurosaki standing among the disintegrating energy.
“That was my kill.”
“Is that how a Quincy works? Do they tell everyone else that they’re going after a target and that only they can kill it? Don’t you guys know anything about teamwork?”
“Teamwork,” Ishida repeated, as though he were testing the word. “No. I don’t do teamwork. I work by myself.”
“Well that’s no good. If you don’t have any teammates, who will know if I take you away?”
The Quincy looked slightly troubled at the thought, but answered calmly. “No one, Kurosaki.”
The Vampire smirked at him, stepping closer. “That’s like an open invitation, Quincy.”
“But why would I ever agree to going anywhere with you?”
“Your gaze hasn’t left my eyes for all the time we’ve been speaking,” Kurosaki murmured. “And I’m not even trying. Call me what you will Quincy, the fact still stands that you are captivated.”
Ishida frowned at him. “Well, I’m not trying to resist either.”
“You’re tempting me again,” the Vampire smirked. “I enjoy talking to you, Ishida Uryuu. I don’t want to treat you the same way I treat my prey.”
“But that’s all I am,” Ishida replied quietly. “Prey. My blood is all you want.”
“Not true,” Kurosaki replied, his voice low. He was staring into the Quincy’s eyes and blinked, forcing himself to look away. “Tell me Ishida. Why does a Quincy need to draw people—vampires to itself?”
Ishida raised an eyebrow. “We don’t need to. We don’t do it. Only vampires and Hollows play those tricks, to catch their prey. A Quincy doesn’t prey on innocents.”
The vampire stared at him and frowned. “If you say so.”
“Why?”
“I’m going home,” Kurosaki said, ignoring his question. “Good night, Quincy.”
“Do vampires go out during the day?” Ishida asked to the other’s turned back. “Or does the sunlight truly scare them away?”
Kurosaki turned and grinned at him. “Maybe you’ll find out tomorrow.”
The next night, Uryuu sat on a bench in neutral territory, waiting. Hours passed and he only left to destroy Hollows before returning to the same place. He checked his watch, frowning when he saw that it was already half past two.
“Where the hell are you?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
“Right here. I’ve been here for a while,” Kurosaki spoke, leaning over Ishida’s shoulder. “Assuming you’re talking to me. I am the special person you’re waiting for, aren’t I?”
“Vampire,” Ishida corrected with a scowl, but he didn’t tell the Vampire that he was wrong. He stood up and walked towards Ichigo, who had moved away from the bench. “It’s ridiculously late.”
“I know.” Kurosaki sounded happy about it. “I knew you’d wait for me. I wanted to see how long you’d stay before giving up.”
Ishida looked unimpressed, but the Vampire simply grinned at him.
“I don’t know why I even bothered.”
“You wanted to see me again. Obviously.”
The Quincy frowned. “I don’t like the way you say that.”
“Come on, Quincy. Your very heartbeat makes me want to follow you everywhere. I’m not afraid of admitting it. Clearly, I’ve managed to stay in your head too.”
“Kurosaki, there are so many things wrong with that, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Alright, I’ll help you. Just for the fun of it. How about you start with the fact that I’m a Vampire and you’re…”
“A Quincy. Yes. That’s one thing.”
“And as I’ve said before, we have a common enemy. That technically makes us allies. We’re fighting the same thing—”
“For entirely different reasons. Don’t forget that a Quincy is human too. The main reason you are drawn to me is because you want to kill me—”
“Not true,” Kurosaki told him, placing his fingers on Ishida’s lips. “I don’t need to kill you, Ishida. Your life isn’t one I would waste so easily.”
Ishida pushed the hand away and frowned in confusion.
“I don’t need to kill you,” the Vampire repeated quietly, his gaze fixed on Ishida’s neck. “It’s possible to feed without killing the subject. But most of the time, it’s not worth the self-control.”
“Who are you to judge?” Ishida asked coldly.
“It’s necessity,” Kurosaki replied. “If I had to control myself each time, it would drive me mad.”
“So of course, you kill innocent humans instead.”
“Ishida…” the Vampire sighed, holding the sides of the Quincy’s face. The other flinched, but couldn’t pull away. “You’re making judgements without even realising what it is that vampires do.”
“What you do…?”
“I can’t bring myself to kill someone who can still do something with their life. I prey on people who are already dying. It’s a difficult taste to acquire, but it keeps me fed.”
“You… how? How do you find them?”
Kurosaki smiled at him, “We have our connections. Hospital patients with no families. People who can disappear without anyone ever noticing. Of course, we have help.”
“The hospital?” Ishida asked, wide-eyed. “The town hospital? The one just a few roads from here?”
“The same.”
“My father… is the director of that place. He’s a Quincy! He wouldn’t allow you vampires to—”
“Ishida Ryuuken?” Kurosaki asked, looking into the wide blue eyes before him. “I’ve never met him before. My own dad deals with him. From what I hear, I don’t want to meet him.”
This made the corners of Ishida’s lips twitch upward for a moment, but the troubled expression did not leave. “But how would he ever stand back and let you kill his patients?”
“He understands reason,” Kurosaki said, absently stroking the Quincy’s hair. Ishida trembled and shut his eyes. “If he doesn’t allow us access to people who are already dying, we’ll run rampant. We’ll kill anything that comes our way. Which would you prefer?”
Ishida hung his head. “The lesser of two evils.”
“Don’t look so upset,” the Vampire murmured, pulling Ishida closer.
The Quincy resisted. “That doesn’t change anything. You kill to live, I live to protect people from being killed.”
“True. It doesn’t change anything,” Kurosaki said with a nod. “But you’re looking at it the wrong way. Despite our differences, your body tells me what you feel. The way your heart beats faster when you know I’m there. The way I can hear it quicken every time I touch you. That look in your eyes. Do you think I can’t see it?”
“No.” Shaking his head, Ishida frowned. “No. You’re not right. You can’t be. Forget the fact that I’m a Quincy and you’re a Vampire. Forget that you want my blood. The fact still stands that we’re both men. We can’t—”
“Does it truly matter to you?” the Vampire asked quietly. “Over the years, I’ve learned to read humans well. I could tell from the very first moment we met. I know where your preferences lie, Ishida Uryuu.”
The Quincy turned red and looked away.
“As for me…” he continued. “It’s more than just your blood that calls to me, Ishida.”
“Just because… you’re right about me,” Ishida whispered. “It doesn’t mean that it’s you who—”
“Distracts you when you’re working?” Kurosaki asked. “The one making you act out of the ordinary? That is what your manager told you today, wasn’t it?”
The blue eyes widened. “You’re stalking me!”
“I wanted to see if you’d notice me in daylight. I suppose you can’t.”
“Notice you?” Ishida asked. “So you can go out in the sun, then?”
“I can…” the Vampire said with a small nod. “But not often. It’s tiring. I have to make sure that people don’t notice me – I’d stand out in the sun. People would know that something is… different about me. Even if they don’t know what it is, I can’t risk being noticed. It’s a vampire technique, where we meld into the shadows. People only notice us when they look hard enough, or if they know what to look for.”
“It does sound troublesome.”
“But who would want to be restrained by the light? I try not to go out often, because all the effort it takes me just makes me hungrier.”
“And that’s why you fed more tonight,” Ishida whispered. “Your lips aren’t as pale as before.”
Kurosaki grinned. “You’re observant, Quincy.”
“Observant enough to notice that you’ve been staring at either my eyes or neck all night. If you’d like to bite me, Kurosaki…” Ishida tilted his head up, exposing more of his throat.
“No… don’t do that,” the Vampire murmured, already leaning closer. “I need more self-control for this. I shouldn’t—ahh, I can smell you from here…”
“Go on, Vampire,” Ishida urged, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “You said that humans are the selfish ones. I’m telling you that if you desire something, then take it.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Kurosaki said helplessly. “Ishida, please…”
He placed his hands on the Quincy’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Ishida’s eyes slid shut as he felt the other’s breath on his neck. He felt a cold hand pushing his collar out of the way, a mouth hovering just above his skin.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, smiling.
“Don’t regret this,” Kurosaki told him. “Tell me you’re sure.”
“Do it, Kurosaki. I want you to.”
The Vampire let out a shaky sigh, which in turn made Ishida shudder. There was a brief moment of pain and Kurosaki spoke again.
“Just a little scratch. A few drops. That’s all I can do now,” he murmured and then his tongue was on Ishida’s neck, licking the blood away.
Before he could stop himself, the Quincy moaned. Kurosaki frowned, pulling away for a brief moment before his yellow eyes widened, realising it was a moan of pleasure.
“Do you… like that?”
“Mmm. How does it taste?” Ishida murmured. “Do you like it, Kurosaki?”
“Better than it smells,” Kurosaki replied. “It’s beautiful, Ishida. You’re beautiful.”
“More.”
“No,” the Vampire shook his head. “I can’t. I don’t trust myself.”
Threading his fingers into the short orange hair, Ishida held Kurosaki’s head close. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Kurosaki hesitated for a moment, and then pressed his lips to Ishida’s neck. “What if I do this?”
The Quincy’s gasp told him enough. He kissed the pale skin again, and then again. Ishida moaned more quietly this time.
“Why are you letting me do this?” the Vampire asked. “What if I didn’t stop myself?”
“I would have died, Ryuuken would have found out and your death would have been far slower and painful,” Ishida replied simply.
Kurosaki didn’t know whether to smile or shudder at the thought. “Fair enough, but there’s still a chance that I could have killed you.”
“That thought doesn’t concern me as much as you think it does,” Ishida said quietly. “I’m willing to take risks. I knew you’d stop yourself.”
“Do you trust me, Quincy?”
“No. But I already know that you wouldn’t kill someone without a good reason. From what you’ve told me, you don’t like killing people.”
“And what if I was just lying? If it was all an elaborate plan to kill you and suck you dry?”
The Quincy simply smiled. “Well, then I’d deserve to die for my stupidity, wouldn’t I?”
Kurosaki shook his head. “I thought I understood humans. I thought you’d value your life more than that.”
“Kurosaki,” Ishida murmured, leaning closer to him. “You’re thinking far too much.”
“Then what would you prefer that I do?” the Vampire asked with a grin. “Or is that a stupid question?”
“A very stupid question.”
The bright yellow eyes settled on Ishida’s lips. Kurosaki ran his tongue over his own, sighing. “Your mouth smells as good as your blood.”
The Quincy’s lips parted gently and Kurosaki watched him draw a breath slowly before exhaling. The Vampire shut his eyes and inhaled.
“Are you torturing me on purpose, Ishida?”
Ishida placed his hands on either side of his face. “I’m not torturing you, Kurosaki. I’m asking you to kiss me.”
“You’re… inviting me to taste your mouth?”
“I don’t know why you’re surprised, considering that I just invited you to taste my blood.”
The Vampire shook his head. “You’re insane.”
“I’m giving you what you want, Kurosaki. Take it or leave it.”
In response, Kurosaki held the back of Ishida’s head and pulled him into a kiss. It was a simple mashing of lips against lips, but then Kurosaki’s tongue was teasing Ishida’s lower lip and the Quincy groaned. Their tongues met, sliding against each other and Ishida’s grip on him tightened.
“I can’t feel your fangs,” Ishida murmured as they pulled apart. He touched Kurosaki’s lips. “Can you control them?”
“My fangs reflect my self-control. I don’t need them to be sharp unless I’m feeding.”
The Vampire moved in for another kiss and Ishida leaned away. “We should go somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“My flat. Somewhere that isn’t so public.”
“Your father—”
“Doesn’t live with me. Couldn’t you tell, when you were stalking me?”
“Watching. I was watching you. I didn’t follow you home. I thought he’d kill me if he caught me.”
Ishida smirked. “He probably would have. But I live alone.”
“He’ll know I’m with you.”
“Most probably. But considering that he knows your father…”
Kurosaki sighed. “I can’t convince you otherwise, can I?”
“You can refuse my invitation. If you want to.”
The Vampire grinned at him. “What do you think, Quincy?”
Ishida grabbed the front of his clothes and in the next moment, they were pressed against his door.
Kurosaki raised an eyebrow. “A Quincy shunpo?”
“Hirenkyaku,” Ishida corrected. “It’s different.”
It was also irrelevant to the task at hand, so the Vampire shrugged it off before pressing his lips to Ishida’s.
“Let me open the door first.”
Sighing, Kurosaki waited until he was led into the small flat. In most cases, he would have looked around and taken his surroundings in first, but instead, he gathered the thin frame of the other man in his arms and pulled him into another kiss.
“How long can you stay?” Ishida asked quietly as he was pressed against the wall. “Don’t… the other vampires mind if you’re here?”
“They won’t be happy about me being in Quincy territory,” Kurosaki replied between kisses. “But it isn’t against the rules. And it doesn’t bother me.”
He moved down to kiss Ishida’s neck, pulling away when the Quincy moaned softly. He flinched as the Vampire’s hand brushed against his groin.
“I’ve noticed it a few times already. Why does it arouse you so much when I go near your neck?” Kurosaki asked, chuckling.
Ishida’s cheeks went a faint red. “It’s not funny.”
Smirking, Kurosaki moved his fingers over the bulge in the other’s pants once again. “Definitely not funny. It’s tempting. Like the rest of you.”
“Don’t—” Ishida managed to gasp before the Vampire was stroking his half-hard penis through his clothing. He pressed his head against the wall behind him and panted softly. “Ah, Kurosaki, please…”
“I bet it’s all of your sexual frustration,” Kurosaki said, grinning. “Your body thinks you’re about to die, and you want to get laid before that happens.”
“Shut up… ahhh, K-Kurosaki… don’t…”
“Don’t resist,” the Vampire murmured, kissing his lips and then his neck. “Not when I can see how much you want this.”
Ishida arched against the wall before his eyes suddenly opened. He pushed Kurosaki away quickly. “Ryuuken.”
“Is he coming this way? Fuck—”
“Go!” Ishida pushed him to the window and opened it. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Sounds promising,” Kurosaki replied, briefly touching his lips to Ishida’s before he was gone.
Ishida’s father was not pleased. He hadn’t showed up at his son’s flat, but Ishida could tell by the cold silence between them somehow being more prominent than usual. Ishida was unrepentant. The days that he’d cared of what his father thought of his actions were long gone.
He went to university as normal, went to work, went home. Just as normal. He looked for Kurosaki when he was bored, always disappointed that he couldn’t find him.
The Vampire was waiting for him at the same place they’d met the previous night. He was looking tired, but had a grin on his face all the same.
“Apparently, your dad went psycho,” he informed Ishida, pulling the Quincy into his arms. “At my dad. I shouldn’t be spending so much time with you, or something. I shouldn’t be putting you in danger. Although you seem to be doing a pretty good job of that yourself.”
Ishida raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t spoken to Ryuuken.”
“My dad told me I was lucky that I didn’t have to. Heh, what’s the point of being told you can’t have something you want? It just makes me want you more.”
They kissed and Ishida sighed. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
“Ever since I left?” Kurosaki asked with a grin. “I thought I’d hang around for a while, once your dad thought I was gone. I would have said something, but it was just so much better to watch…”
Ishida’s eyes widened, “You saw—”
“You lying in your bed, stroking yourself, yes. I heard you too, Ishida.”
“I…”
“You were moaning for me,” Kurosaki murmured against Ishida's neck, sounding pleased. “Will you do it again tonight…?”
Ishida groaned, frowning as he turned away. “You know what that does to me.”
“Don’t look away,” Kurosaki murmured, holding the side of the Quincy’s face. “Show me those pretty eyes of yours, Ishida.”
Ishida looked back at him, eyes closing as they kissed. Kurosaki’s hands were in his hair, then teasing the nape of his neck before travelling down his back to settle on his hips.
“Are you game enough to follow me home tonight?” Ishida asked, pressing his lips to Kurosaki’s neck.
“Mm, your father would actually kill me this time.”
“Not true. I know from experience that if I continue to disobey him, he’ll give up on me.”
“That isn’t something I’d be proud of,” Kurosaki said with a frown.
“You’re not my father’s son. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“Clearly, it’s bad enough for you to be doing the exact opposite of everything he wants you to do. Staying up all night patrolling the town and killing Hollows instead of sleeping. Maybe you’re just attracted to me because you know it’d piss your dad off—”
Ishida gave him a gentle shove and scowled. “You think I’m that kind of person? Ryuuken has nothing to do with this!”
“Are you telling me that you’re not the kind of person to do something just because you’re being told not to? I heard from my dad that yours didn’t really want you to be a Quincy for the first… what, sixteen years of your life?”
“He’s a selfish man. He doesn’t understand the concept of doing something because it helps others, rather than just helping himself. I don’t see things the same way he does. I justify everything I do to myself – no one else. The same goes for my desire for you, Kurosaki. I know it’s not the best idea I’ve had. I know that it doesn’t make Ryuuken very happy, and that I need to be careful around you. But this is something I want and none of those things are good enough reasons to stop wanting you.”
The Vampire sighed before pulling the other man into his arms. “You’re an idiot, Ishida. We’re both idiots.”
“I know,” Ishida murmured, his hands on Kurosaki’s shoulders. “But I like it this way. Follow me home, Vampire. I’m willing to bet that we’ll be able to continue what we started last night, without interruptions.”
Grinning, Kurosaki pressed his lips to Ishida’s for a brief moment. “Then why are we still here?”
This time, he took greater care to look around at his surroundings once he was allowed into Ishida’s flat. It was a plain, lonely-looking place with the bare essentials. A bed, a desk, a bookshelf full of textbooks. No dining table, an old couch and a low coffee table in front of a small television. He was sure that if he looked in the cupboards, he’d find only a couple of plates and just enough food to get the Quincy by until the next grocery day.
Ishida cleared his throat and the yellow gaze snapped back to him. The Vampire frowned a little. “Your flat is so…”
“Poor? Bare? I know.”
“…I was going to say minimalistic,” Kurosaki said as he went to him. Their lips met and Ishida surrendered to the kiss until the other pulled away. “So very different to where I live. We insist on decoration, luxury… being here, it makes me feel as if our house is far too extravagant.”
“Now you have me curious. I want to see where you live, Kurosaki.”
“Perhaps I’ll show you tomorrow night,” the Vampire whispered, his tongue flicking out to lick the skin just under Ishida’s ear. The Quincy moaned softly.
Neither of them watched where they were going, but the ended up lying on Ishida’s bed all the same. It was narrow, only meant for one body, but Kurosaki solved this problem by straddling the Quincy and sitting on top of him.
He shut his eyes, tilted his head up and grinned. “Whenever I’m close to you, it’s almost as if I can feel your heart pounding in my head. I can hear your blood rushing to all the right places.”
He moved a hand over Ishida’s groin and they both sighed in pleasure. “You don’t know how hard you make this for me. You make me want to lose control, my beautiful Quincy. I want to…”
“Drink my blood?”
“Strip you naked and fuck you hard,” Kurosaki corrected. “I’m talking about a different kind of control.”
Gazing up at him from the mattress, Ishida was expressionless as he spoke, “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
The Vampire did a double take. “…What?”
“Lose control. Get me naked. Fuck me. I… want you to.”
Kurosaki swore quietly. “Here? Now?”
“Do it. I want to feel you inside me.”
He kissed Ishida hard. “Are you even aware of how much danger you’re putting yourself in by tempting me? If I give into one primal desire… there’s a good chance I’ll give into the other.”
“So you’d fuck and feed at the same time?” Ishida asked, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.
“It’s not funny, Ishida!” the Vampire snarled. “Please… just try to think of it from my perspective. I want your body as much as your blood. I’m… a monster, just like you said. I want to consume you. Completely. It’s taking all of my control to keep myself from doing it and here… you’re urging me to. I can’t take it.”
Reaching out, Ishida stroked the side of Kurosaki’s face. “I’m sorry. I never intended to make things difficult for you.”
“It’s just the way you are,” Kurosaki chuckled. “It’s part of why I’m so attracted to you.”
“Only part?”
The Vampire kissed him hard. “I’m not going to stroke your ego, Quincy. I suppose stroking this pretty cock of yours will have to do.”
Ishida gasped as he felt the other’s strong hands undo his pants and push his underwear aside. The fingers that wrapped around his penis were warm, rough and above all else, they were gentle. He lifted his hips obediently when Kurosaki made to pull his pants off.
“Your tunic is too long,” the Vampire muttered, trying to push it out of the way before giving up and undoing the top half of the Quincy uniform as well. He gathered the slender body in his arms, pulling Ishida close to him. “This is much better.”
The Quincy whimpered quietly, twitching as his cock was stroked. He arched into the other’s touch and Kurosaki chuckled.
“Am I the first to touch you like this?”
Ishida nodded, not meeting the yellow eyes. “…I’d ask you if this was your first time, but I don’t think I want to hear your answer.”
“Afraid it’d make you jealous?” Kurosaki laughed. “It may surprise you, but this is my first. Despite what you may think about Vampires, I’m only as old as I look. I don’t think I’m much older than you are.”
“Twenty one?”
“Twenty two. Close enough. Vampires aren’t immortal like the myths go. I live the same lifespan as a human… I’m just harder to kill, and have a different diet.”
Ishida frowned disbelievingly. “You’ve never captivated someone before?”
“I’ve never been captivated by anyone the way I am with you.”
“Heh. And you were saying you wouldn’t stroke my ego.”
Kurosaki smiled. “I’m simply telling the truth.”
He stroked the Quincy’s cock a little harder and Ishida’s breath hitched. Grinning, Kurosaki moved his hand faster, his thumb rubbing over the swollen head and Ishida pressed his head back into the pillow beneath him with a low moan. The Vampire echoed it as his thumb was wet with precum and he slid his hand down the length, rubbing his fingers over Ishida’s entrance.
“Mmm, don’t tease me.”
Kurosaki moved his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them for a moment before pushing one into Ishida. The Quincy whimpered and then groaned as the Vampire used his other hand to resume his stroking. Ishida spread his legs as far as they would, wincing as he was caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. Kurosaki pushed his fingers deeper and the other man cried out as his prostate was hit. The Vampire did it again and this time, Ishida arched off the bed and came all over his hand with a loud moan.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, Kurosaki’s tongue darted out to taste the Quincy’s release. He grinned down at his companion, leaning over to kiss him. “You’re delicious, Quincy. All of you.”
Ishida blushed and looked away. “Pervert.”
He reached to Kurosaki’s belt, but the Vampire stopped him.
“Now isn’t a good time. I should be going.”
“Now?” Ishida asked, frowning. “Stay a little longer.”
“I can’t,” he replied quietly. “I don’t think my dad will be very happy with the fact that I came here just after he told me that I shouldn’t. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll visit you at work.”
“Will I actually see you, for once?”
“Don’t worry,” Kurosaki kissed him. “I’ll make sure you will.”
Part Two
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Date: 2008-07-14 08:14 pm (UTC)*latches on kii with all her fangirlish prowess* ♥
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Date: 2008-07-19 01:37 pm (UTC)Good work :)
Enjoyable read.
Im not sure why... but I LOLed so hard at the stroke ur ego bit xD
(on to part 2)