Colour Me Blood Red

This is absolutely Yuukisan's fault! I wasn't going to post this yet because I've posted two others so close together but nope, she wanted this chapter. So here you go, three chapters in the same amount of days ...or close to.

I worked at a drug store for a while and for Valentine's day the store got vibrating cock rings ...I wish I was joking. They came in little red boxes no bigger than those little condom boxes. Someone stole one and another worker and I were looking at the box and she said "Hey! They stole the condom too!"

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CHAPTER 31

As Ryoma had said, he headed straight for Tezuka’s small bedroom. The room was only large enough for a bed, a small dresser and a single night stand, with just enough room to skirt between them. The window on the far wall was closed tight; thick curtains shut over it.

“I take it you entertain a lot of Vampires?” Ryoma ran his fingers over the curtains, letting them part and sway.

“Hazards of the job,” Tezuka watched the little Rookie wander around his bedroom. He seemed like he was looking for something?

Ryoma suddenly dropped to his knees near the head of the bed and reached underneath it. He was near the side closest to the wall and effectively dropped from Tezuka's view.

“Ryoma, what are you- I have NO IDEA where those came from!” Tezuka pointed dramatically at the pair of leopard print fuzzy handcuffs Ryoma dangled from his fingers.

“I do,” he grinned, tossing them onto the bed and bending back down.

“Then please explain!” Where the hell had those come from!? He had never in his life seen those, it seemed like something – ah … “Fuji.”

“Yup.” The top of Ryoma’s head was all that was visible as he nodded.

Unbelievable. Fuji was now stashing sex toys in his bedroom. Why the HELL was he stashing sex toys in his bedroom!?

Ryoma continued to throw things onto the bed. A tube bounced off the mattress and rolled to Tezuka’s feet.

“Don’t lose that!” Ryoma waved at him over the bed, head still bowed as he searched for more things.

Tezuka bent to pick up the bottle, half afraid of what it was. Strawberry flavored lubricant. Un-fucking-believable.

Ryoma let out a triumphant “aha!” and pulled out a small cardboard box. It looked like the small convenience sized condom packages; the ones that teenagers bought to hide from their parents.

“Ryoma I don’t think-“

“Vibrating cock ring.” Ryoma grinned and climbed to his feet. He flopped onto the bed on his stomach, feet swinging back and forth in the air. He popped open the box and pulled out the small battery operated ring. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these!” He peered back into the box, “hey, it comes with a condom too!”

Tezuka covered his face with his hand, sighing. This was one of the only times he wished he lived on the topmost floor of the tallest apartment – so he could throw himself out the window.

Ryoma pushed himself up on his elbows, “wanna try it with me?”

“No.” Tezuka inhaled deeply and counted to five. What the hell had Fuji been stashing and when the hell had he stashed them?!

Ryoma sat up on his knees, “Captain?”

Tezuka let his hand drop, “what?”

The Rookie tilted his head, baring the long curve of his neck. He blinked slowly, eyes heavy lidded. Full pouty lips parted as he whispered, “come play with me?” He left the ring on the comforter as he ran his hands up his thighs. He slowly unhooked his belt, unthreading it from the loops and tossing it to the floor. He rose up on his knees to give Tezuka a better view as he slowly unzipped his jeans, hand stroking himself with every downward tug.

Tezuka’s eyes were trapped. He watched those thin fingers work at his pants. Damn it, fuck …he sighed heavily again. First Atobe, and now Ryoma. He couldn’t seem to figure out how to say no to either of them.

Ryoma opened his jeans and let them sit at his hips, sliding his hands upwards. He wore a simple polo shirt so there were no buttons for him to play with. Pity. He clutched the bottom of his shirt and slowly slid it up his stomach and chest, letting his head fall back as his fingers teased along his skin. He pulled the shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. Golden eyes locked with Tezuka’s hazel and he lowered himself back to the bed on all fours. He slid his hands forward until they dropped off the edge of the bed, dropping his chest to the comforter. He tossed his head back to get his hair out of his eyes and brought one arm back onto the bed. He shifted his upper body enough for Tezuka to see down the line of his chest to his waist and slid his hand into his boxers.

Tezuka’s breath caught in his throat as Ryoma stroked his finger tips over himself. His wrist held the band of his boxers down so he could see his small erection against the palm of his hand.

Ryoma’s lips parted again as he moaned, tongue darting out to lick along his bottom lip suggestively.

Tezuka found himself walking forward, legs moving of their own accord. Ryoma rose back up on all fours, hand abandoning himself. He leaned forward to nuzzle at Tezuka’s stomach, heated breath seeping through his shirt. Tezuka’s jeans were opened with a flick of a small wrist and Ryoma’s hand snaked into his underwear. He was already hard from Ryoma’s little show, a moan escaping his throat when those teasing fingers wrapped around him. He watched as the dark little head dipped down, full lips caressing the head. He moaned encouragingly and ran his fingers through Ryoma’s dark locks. The Rookie swallowed him, tongue and jaw working around the width.

Ryoma sucked hard, he loved the feel of having his mouth filled; the weight against his tongue, the smoothness against his lips. He bobbed his head, taking in as much as he could before letting it slide back out. He wrapped his hand around the base, holding it away from Tezuka’s stomach.

Tezuka’s hips rocked and his fingers tightened in Ryoma’s hair. He watched as his length slid past those reddened lips. Golden eyes rolled up to watch him through thick black lashes and he moaned. Ryoma sucked and massaged with tongue, lips, and hand and he felt himself getting close. He tightened his grip in Ryoma’s hair and tried to pull out of his mouth but the Rookie keened and tightened his grip around the base.

With a chuckle he loosened his grip and let his hips fall back into motion. If Ryoma wanted to swallow, that was fine by him.

He let his hand run down the back of Ryoma’s neck to his shoulders. His shoulders blades protruded from his back from being propped up on his elbows. Tezuka’s hand trailed over the dip of muscle until he had to lean forward just slightly to slip his hand under the hem of Ryoma’s jeans. He trailed his finger down the crevice until he found the small pucker of his entrance. He traced his finger around the edge, which earned him a sharp intake of breath. Bringing his hand back out he sucked his middle finger before sliding it down the back of Ryoma’s pants.

The Rookie continued to suck, never faltering when a long finger was hooked inside of him. On reflex he inhaled, tongue pressing tight to the underside of the erection nearly down his throat. Tezuka hissed and moaned, hips flexing forward. Ryoma relaxed his throat when the head bumped the back of his throat, letting it slide down. He deep-throated Tezuka as a second long finger slid into him. Fingers crooked and flexed inside of him until they found the spot that made him squeal. He pulled his mouth completely off of Tezuka as he was stroked and pressed, for fear of biting him.

Tezuka chuckled, watching the Rookie squirm and pant under him.

“You’re making it hard for me to do this, you know,” Ryoma twisted and moaned, pushing his hips back against Tezuka’s hand.

Tezuka pulled back his hand and playfully tapped Ryoma on the backside. “Let’s try something.” Now that he was over his initial shock, he was feeling …adventurous.

Tezuka lay on his back on the bed, guiding Ryoma to straddle his chest. The Rookie took the hint and dipped his head to swallow Tezuka again. The curve of his erection fit the upside down angle and slid down his throat better. Tezuka gripped his hips tightly and pulled them down, tongue trailing up between his cheeks. His tongue found where his fingers had been playing and pressed, not pressing inside, just applying pressure. Ryoma squirmed, not sure if he enjoyed the feeling or not. When Tezuka’s tongue circled around his entrance and then finally pressed inside he thrashed and screamed around the cock filling his mouth.

Oh yeah, he liked it.

He sucked harder, head bobbing almost frantically. He felt Tezuka gasp against him, hands flexing where they held him open.

He wiggled his hips and keened, he wanted Tezuka’s mouth back on him. The Captain let out a breathy chuckle and pressed his tongue back inside of him. Ryoma screamed again.

His moans and keens vibrated through Tezuka’s erection and with a groan he threw his head back and climaxed. Ryoma swallowed as best he could, but he felt some trail over his lips. Pulling back he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing it more than cleaning it off.

Tezuka moaned at the sight. Ryoma straddled his chest, dark erection just visible past the bend of his thigh when he twisted to look over his shoulder. Battered lips were smeared with his semen, cheeks flushed and eyes dark.

Ryoma smiled, Tezuka was in for a rude surprise if he thought they were finished. Ryoma climbed off of him and kicked his pants off, pulling Tezuka’s off immediately after. Tezuka pillowed his head in his arms, watching the Rookie fuss around the foot of the bed. Ryoma leaned over the edge of the bed and found the lube he had thrown over the bed by accident earlier. The cock ring was near Tezuka’s feet, he grabbed that too. He turned and crawled back up Tezuka’s body so he was straddling his stomach.

“I’m not done with you, you know,” He twirled the ring around his finger.

Tezuka watched it twirl around the small digit, “I kind of figured that.”

“I want you to chain me up with those,” He pointed to the cuffs on the nightstand, “while you fuck me wearing this,” he twirled the ring again.

Tezuka grinned, oh, he could do all that. He grabbed Ryoma around the thighs and flipped him onto his stomach. He pulled the ring from his grip and sat it on the pillow. He let the Rookie roll onto his back while he reached over him and grabbed the cuffs. Ryoma stretched his arms over his head, smiling wickedly. Tezuka hooked the chain around the headboard and clamped each shackle to a wrist. The Rookie struggled weakly, whimpers falling from his throat as he tugged. While he watched his hands he trailed a foot up Tezuka’s thigh, toes very carefully caressing his sack and up to his growing erection. Tezuka grabbed his foot and pulled his leg out so he could caress the arch of his foot with his lips. He trailed his mouth over his ankle and up the inside of his calf to his thigh. He nipped up Ryoma’s thigh to his groin. The Rookie spread his thighs encouragingly, mouth parted as he panted.

“You’re not hard enough for the ring,” Ryoma pointed out, his grin turning mischievous, “give me a show.”

Tezuka raised an eyebrow, oh really? He leaned back so Ryoma could get a good look at him, the Rookie’s eyes wandering down his chest to his hips. As Ryoma wanted, he stroked himself, thumb swiping over the head. He hooked his other hand under Ryoma’s backside and sank a finger back into him. The Rookie cried out, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could watch Tezuka pleasuring himself.

“Kunimitsu, stop, I’m gonna come!” Ryoma pulled at the cuffs, back arching off the bed.

His name falling from those red lips with such heat made his cock twitch in his hand. He pumped his fingers harder into Ryoma, the Rookie squealed and cried out.

“Say my name again,” He leaned over him to whisper it closer to his ear. He tilted his erection down to rub the head against Ryoma’s soft abdomen.

“Kunimitsu~” Ryoma keened, thrusting his hips up. Tezuka crooked his fingers and with a sharp cry he came, splattering himself.

Tezuka’s hand never stopped, he rubbed that spot until Ryoma’s orgasm stopped; his erection softening. He pulled his hand out and fumbled for the lubricant and the cock ring. Coating his fingers he thrust two back in, making the Rookie buck and scream. He was still sensitive, sensitive enough that his entire body trembled.

Tezuka slid the ring over himself and coated his length in the same lubricant. He flipped it on and moaned as the vibrations went through him. Dropping forward he lifted Ryoma’s hips off the bed and slid into him. When the vibrations transferred to Ryoma’s body the Rookie screamed and thrashed, the metal of the cuffs clinking against the headboard.

Ryoma screamed and cursed, cock fully hard again. His knees hung close to his shoulders as Tezuka bent him nearly double with his thrusts. He pulled almost completely out and then thrust back in, careful not to catch the ring. Ryoma’s semen ran up his stomach in trails, pooling in the dips of his body. His small erection bounced against his belly as his body jolted.

Tezuka fucked him hard, but kept in mind his strength. With Atobe he could completely cut loose, but with Ryoma, there was still the fear of breaking a bone.

His hips slapped against the Rookie’s backside, the noise mingled with the creak of the bed and Ryoma’s high pitched screams.

He was getting close again; the dual sensations of the vibrator and Ryoma’s tight entrance brought him off faster than he was used to. He couldn’t jerk off Ryoma, he needed both his hands on the Rookie’s ass for balance. Instead he flipped the security release on the cuffs and released one of his hands before snapping the empty cuff back to the headboard, trapping one of Ryoma’s hands still above his head. His left hand wasted no time in falling between his legs, tugging and pulling in time with Tezuka’s thrusts. He wasted no energy on teasing himself, just hard pulls to make him come faster. He keened and whimpered, hips bucking and rolling. He knew his back was going to be killing him when this was over, his spine was just not meant to be bent that way for that long, but at that moment he really didn’t care. He'd care tomorrow.

Tezuka’s erection slid deep into him, their almost awkward angle filled him the way he wanted it to. The line between pain and pleasure blurred with the adrenaline and when Tezuka hit that spot dead on again he tightened his grip and came again. His muscles clamped and spasmed as he emptied himself onto his own chest. Tezuka moaned and watched as Ryoma coated his stomach and chest again with semen.

The sight was too much and he came with a growl. He pulled out at the last moment and stroking himself he sprayed the last of his semen against Ryoma’s sack and erection.

He collapsed to Ryoma’s side, having enough energy left to reach up and flip the safety release before passing out.


Tezuka awoke with a start when the pipes in the wall rattled as the shower turned on. He blinked at the alarm clock on the night stand but realized he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Without the slightest idea where they could be he fumbled around on the night stand anyway. Hand bumping his case he pulled them into the bed and snapped it open. They were there! Not knowing, or really caring how they got there he slid them onto his nose and looked at the clock. He had only been asleep for half an hour. No wonder he felt like shit, who ever coined the phrase ‘it’s better than nothing’ had obviously never slept for less than an hour.

He rolled out of the bed as Ryoma walked back in. The Rookie was wearing only a pair of boxers with a towel draped around his neck. He ruffled his dark hair with the towel and threw a small duffel bag to the foot of the bed.

Tezuka frowned at the bag; Ryoma planned way to far ahead.

“I have a request Tezuka,” Ryoma sat on the bed next to the Hunter.

“Yes?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Kirihara tried to use the psychic abilities he’s gaining from Sanada’s blood, but he’s all power and no control. If that gets out of hand he might hurt himself …or someone else.”

Tezuka tried not to flinch; he knew that all too well.

“I know how to help him control it, and if I can’t do it, I know my mom can.” Ryoma tilted his head.

“You’re asking me to give permission for you to train him?” Tezuka frowned, the theme from Rocky suddenly popped into his head.

Ryoma nodded, “I wanted to run it by you first, incase it goes bad.”

Goes bad? Would Rinko-san be able to control an enraged Kirihara? She was powerful, but then again, so was he. And look where that got him. Tezuka shook his head, “I can’t call this Ryoma. Talk to your parents.”

The Rookie frowned, “mom doesn’t like Kirihara, she tries to hide it but I can still feel it. But I don’t now why. He needs this; he’s getting too strong, too fast.”

Tezuka nodded in agreement, “appeal to her.”

Ryoma sighed and climbed off of the bed. He rooted around in his duffel bag for an extra set of clothing, “I can try, but you know what my mother is like!”

Tezuka chuckled, that he did.


The bed bounced and Kirihara groaned as, once again, dawn snuck up on him. He rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head.

“Sorry,” Marui chuckled.

“No you’re not,” Kirihara groaned from under his pillow. He peeked out from under it and blinked blurry green eyes at his friend.

“I’ll go make coffee,” the red head turned to leave the room.

“Oi,” Kirihara called after him.

Marui stuck his head back in the room, “yeah?”

“I know my apartment is kind of small, but if you want I can get a futon or something for you? I could probably even dish out for a pull-out couch so you’re more comfortable?” Marui had been sleeping in his bed since he moved in, but like himself, Marui was a solitary being. He didn’t like making his friend sleep in bed with him if he would be more comfortable on his own.

Marui’s fingernails picked at the loose paint on the doorframe, “I don’t mind sleeping in your bed. Does it bother you?”

The question caught Kirihara off guard; he had been so concerned about Marui’s comfort that he had never thought of his own. Marui sleeping in his bed hadn’t even crossed his mind, it just feel into routine, like he had been there his whole life. He tilted his head, “no, it doesn’t.”

Marui beamed down at him, “then I’ll just keep sleeping with you!”

Kirihara chuckled and threw the blankets down around his waist, stretching out his arms. “I can empty some of my drawers so you have a place to put your clothing. I don’t have a lot and I can probably put stuff in the closet anyway.”

Marui nodded and disappeared back behind the doorframe, “go have a shower, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Coffee,” Kirihara sang happily as he gathered his clothing to have a shower.

After brushing his teeth and showering he stood in the middle of the small bathroom and was about to wrap a towel around himself when the door swung open.

You have to be fucking joking.

Kaidoh turned several shades of red when he noticed Kirihara was completely naked with his towel held open.

He felt like a flasher.

“Uhh …sorry,” Kaidoh turned his head, hiding his blush, “your friend let us in. Momoshiro told me to come and get you.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Did no one stop to think that maybe the door was locked because he was naked?

He dressed quickly incase anyone else decided to join him and went out into his living room. The voices echoed through his small apartment, making it seem like there were more people than actually there. Kaidoh and Momoshiro sat side by side on the couch, Ryoma was perched on the arm next to Momoshiro’s shoulder. The Hunters broken foot was propped against the side of the coffee table in a large brace. He was no longer walking with his crutches.

Marui poked his head out of the kitchen, “sorry, they knocked.”

“It’s okay,” Kirihara waved absent-mindedly. Marui caught his attention again by waving him into the kitchen.

“You working tonight?” He bounced on his toes.

Kirihara shrugged, “don’t know, why?”

“Well …” Marui wrung the dish towel through his hands, “I have plans tonight, so I just wanted to know if you were going to be around?”

“Plans?” Kirihara raised an eyebrow.

Everything came out in a rush, “well, I only have one class today, so Jackal asked me out to dinner and I have a group project so I was going to work on it tonight at their house.”

Kirihara almost missed the dinner part in the rush of sound, “dinner?”

Marui blushed, “well, you said you weren’t together so …”

Kirihara smirked, “no, I’m not with Jackal-san” I have enough damn men to worry about!

“Have you, you know, ever been with Jackal? You two seem awfully familiar with one another,” Marui grinned as he slid closer to Kirihara.

It was Kirihara’s turn to blush; busted, “we’re friends! We’ve worked together for a few years!”

“Yeah right,” Marui scoffed, “we’re friends, you work with the guys out there, and yet you treat Jackal different than all of us.” He poked the Hunter in the hip, “spill.”

Kirihara sighed, “I slept with him ONCE!” He held up a single finger, “once!”

Marui laughed and threw his hands in the air, “I knew it!” He bounced back to Kirhara’s side, voice dropped so it wouldn’t carry to the living room, “was he good?”

“Bunta-san!” He buried his face in his hands, “it happened once, it was a mistake, we’re still friends, that’s it!”

Marui pulled Kirihara’s hands down, grinning wickedly, “that’s not what I asked.”

“Oh yeah, he was good,” he couldn’t help it, he grinned.

Marui whooped and started laughing again.

Kirihara rolled his eyes, chuckling. Marui’s laughter was infectious. This was the one reason he never wanted Marui to meet the other Hunters, he really didn’t want his friend dating one. Given the circumstances, maybe going out with Jackal was a good idea? If Yohei came after him, at least he’d have someone to protect him?

“Yagyuu knows where my friend’s house is, so he’s gonna kind of stick around there, so you don’t have to worry about me at all tonight.” Marui explained with a shrug.

Kirihara nodded, Yagyuu and Niou had become permanent fixtures in his house, it would be weird to be without them …oh wait. Marui only said Yagyuu, did that mean Niou was still going to be around? Kirihara tried to fight the blush running up his neck; he was going to be alone in his apartment with Niou.

Ryoma knocked on the doorframe into the kitchen, alerting the others to his intrusion. “Kirihara, can I talk to you for a sec?”

Marui nodded and tossed the dishtowel onto the counter, “I’ll go entertain the boys.” He left the two Hunters alone in the kitchen.

“What’s up Ryoma?” Kirihara leaned against his little kitchen table, arms crossed.

“Remember what you were trying to do in the train station …”

Kirihara nodded, kind of.

“And I said I didn’t have time to teach you properly at that moment …”

Kirihara nodded again, what was Ryoma getting at?

“Now I do. I asked Tezuka and he agrees that you need someone to help you control your …gifts. We’ve really got nothing to do today, so my mom is cleansing the house and getting stuff ready so we can teach you some things …”

Kirihara frowned, “I don’t have a choice do I?”

Ryoma shook his head, “nope.”


Heads turned as Tezuka strode through the quiet police station. It was early morning and he had not had nearly enough sleep for this. He had called ahead to make sure Kajimoto was even there, so he knew the other man was waiting for him.

As he thought, Kajimoto Takahisa was waiting outside his office door. With a sweep of his arm led the Hunter into his small office. The door closed firmly behind him and he sighed.

“I can’t believe what has happened, and you think someone here had something to do with it?” He crossed over to his desk.

Tezuka nodded, taking a seat opposite to the desk. It felt strange being on this side of a writing desk. “The only thing any of the Hunters that were attacked had in common was a police record.”

“That doesn’t mean it was a leak here?” Kajimoto’s voice held a hint of uncertainty.

“The Fledgling attacked only people with a record, even passed by closer and smaller families. The ones he passed did not have a record.”

The Lieutenant leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk, finger tips pressed together. “I don’t want to believe that someone here would do something like that …there’s no public access to records so that leaves people here …” he shook his head, “I’ve had a few officers look through files on some of your boys, but I figured that was only because they had passed through here.”

Tezuka watched his friend quietly, emotions flickered behind Kajimoto’s eyes but he was too good at schooling his features and emotions to let any slip. Even in school he could never remember being able to read the other male. “Do you have any idea who it could have been? Someone maybe taking too much interest in my Hunters?”

Kajimoto bounced his fingers against his lips as he thought, “no one in particular …unless …” he stopped and shook his head, “I don’t want to point fingers until I know for sure.”

Tezuka frowned, “who Kajimoto?”

The Lieutenant shook his head, “I have men to protect too Tezuka, what if this Fledgling of yours finds out we’re onto him and decides to eliminate his rat?”

He hadn’t thought of that. Damn. He understood the responsibility of having those to protect and couldn’t begrudge him too badly. He still would have liked to have an idea.

“I’ll poke around a bit, I know you have a few eyes in here …”

Tezuka had the grace to look embarrassed that he had been caught.

Kajimoto smirked, “just tell them to not make anything obvious, okay? If I find something out, anything at all, I’ll let you know.”

Tezuka smirked and nodded, “alright.” He hated being the second one to find anything out, but he couldn’t press Kajimoto more. There was no guarantee this wouldn’t put his officers at risk, so accepting this small defeat he thanked the Lieutenant and left his office.