Colour Me Blood Red

sorry, the farting bubbles thing is an inside joke, my apologies if no one else finds it funny.

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CHAPTER 33

Rain fell harder and faster than the thin wipers could catch. The headlights reflected off the droplets, brightening the road but making it impossible to see.

Not that Kirihara could see much anyways.

Driving in his current state was a hazard, he knew that, but he wanted to get home. Unfortunately, home was not where he ended up. He pulled into the empty parking lot of Sanada’s lair before he realized where he was. He turned off the car and threw the door open, street lights reflected off the rain droplets, making it seem like he was stepping into a curtain of jewels. He slammed the door with his foot and started walking. He didn’t know where he was going, or even why he was walking through the rain.

His feet carried him to the large garden he had patrolled that one night. Water pooled around the raised garden boxes and ran in the cracks of the brick walkway. By the time he stepped foot onto the path he was drenched to the skin, hair flat against his head and trailing into his eyes. His clothes felt heavy and he dropped his jacket, forgotten as soon as it left his arms.

They say talking to someone helps you over come the past. They say it’s better than bottling it up and forgetting it.

They should try it some time.

His skin crawled at the memories. So many hands, so much pain. He had tried to keep the memories of his childhood locked away, and so far he was doing a damn good job. Then Ryoma had to go and push. The words had fallen from his mouth without permission, he had aired his dirty laundry to a person he barely knew. They had shared a bed, but never more. He was a work partner, and somehow he had made him more.

He walked until his legs began to burn, until his skin felt like ice, and still the memories haunted him. Laughing, gentle caresses, his mothers bloodied hand at his feet.

A loose brick snagged his toe and he fell, unable to stop himself. He braced himself for the ground, but it never came. Warm arms wrapped around his chest and shoulders and his face was pressed against damp wool. He felt himself being lowered to the ground, draped across someone’s lap. He opened his eyes and looked up into Yanagi’s dark eyes.

The moment his mind caught up to what was happening a sob escaped his throat. He threw his arms around Yanagi’s shoulders and pressed his face to the curve of his neck. He cried and screamed until there was nothing left, until his body felt empty. He distantly registered feet splashing through the rain and Yanagi’s deep voice rumbling in his chest, telling them to go away.

“Akaya? What happened?” He cradled the Hunter in his lap, one hand lightly petting his soaked hair while the other rubbed the cold expanse of his back.

Kirihara hiccoughed and lifted his face from Yanagi’s neck. Concern and fear were plain on the Vampire’s face; concern for him, fear for him. He hiccoughed again and in a voice hoarse from screaming he blurted out everything Sanada had done to him, everything a Vampire had done to him as a child, his own confusion over his feelings for everyone, and finally about confessing his skeletons to Ryoma.

Yanagi watched him quietly through his entire confession, offering nothing more than the comfort of touch.

“Come inside and get warmed up,” Yanagi started to rise, pulling Kirihara to his feet.

“No!” He locked his muscles so he couldn’t be lifted without being hurt.

Yanagi settled back onto the bricks, letting Kirihara shift so he was straddling his waist. “All right, all right.” He rubbed his hands up and down Kirihara’s back as if trying to ward off the cold more than comfort him. “You have a lot to digest; you’re expecting too much of yourself if you think you should be able to deal with it all at the same time. You need to go through things at your own pace, on your own time. Deal with only one problem at a time, don’t try to tackle them all at the same time.”

“But they’re all happening at once!” Kirihara hiccoughed again.

“I know, I know,” Yanagi shushed him gently, “but that doesn’t mean you have to try and sort them out all at once. I think you need to let your feelings about us settle themselves, don’t try to understand everything right away. You came to us hating our kind, that’s understandable considering your history, and now you no longer feel the same. Let that feeling grow or diminish on its own, don’t try to force it either way, it’s easier to understand when you’re not trying to force it.”

Kirihara frowned, he didn’t understand.

Yanagi shushed him again by gently placing a kiss on his forehead, “if the wind changes your face will stay that way. You may not understand it now, but eventually you will. Let your feelings sort themselves out while you focus on issues that can’t be resolved on their own.”

Kirihara smirked despite himself, “that’s my line. So you’re basically telling me to leave it alone and stop poking at it.”

Yanagi kissed the crease between his eyes, “precisely. And about your partner; was it so bad to confide in him?”

Kirihara wiggled uncomfortably in his lap, “not …really …”

“Do you think he will betray you?”

He shook his head; did he think Ryoma would betray him? Betray his confidence? Something in him told him he should never trust someone that much …something else told him that it was okay. Ryoma genuinely wanted to help him; he held no ill will to anyone who didn’t deserve it. So why did he not want to trust him? 23 years of bad habits, that's why. “No …I don’t think he will …he has nothing to gain from-“

Long fingers pressed to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t think about it in terms of gain or loss, think about it simply as human kindness.”

Kirihara chuckled bitterly, “I’m not jaded enough to believe in that anymore.”

Yanagi smiled sadly, and shook his head, “that is truly a shame.” He sighed again, “I think what you need to deal with the most is putting your demons to rest. Maybe it’s time to start believing that there is goodness in this world.”

A bitter laugh escaped Kirihara’s throat before he could stop it, “you’re a Vampire, you’ve seen more than I could ever dream of, and yet you still believe in something like goodness?”

Yanagi nodded, “I do.”

“No one does anything unless they can benefit from it. If you’re dying on the street corner a human will walk by you unless they have something to gain from helping you. Sometimes it’s something as simple as not wanting to deal with a guilty conscious.” He didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but he had seen too much growing up, been through too much.

“Then I promise to stop and help you if you need it. Not to gain a service from you, or to stop a guilty conscious, but because it is you and I care about you.”

Yanagi’s reply caught him so off guard he couldn’t stop the sob that escaped his mouth, nor the shocked widening of green eyes. He had been expecting another speech about human goodness, not that. “I need to go home,” that was where he had been trying to go. Something had drawn him to the Masters lair instead. Was it Yanagi? Was he unconsciously searching out the Vampire? Or was he hoping to run into a different Vampire? Everything Yanagi had said to him, and his mind still lingered to the Master that had hurt him. Did he really have to deal with his personal issues before he could deal with everything else?

His pessimism kept him alive, kept him from making stupid mistakes. They may be demons, but in his life they were necessary demons.

He didn’t want to deal with that now, deal with anything. He was tired of it all, he thought he had dealt with it all when he had read that file. He was going to make them all pay, but he had been knocked off his path. He was who he was, and he was going to let everyone now that. But right now he just wanted to feel Yanagi’s arms around him, he didn’t want to think about how he wanted those arms to be Sanada’s.

Another sob escaped his lips and he mentally cursed himself. “Yanagi, please kiss me.”

Yanagi frowned, “Akaya, I-“

“Please!”

The Vampire obliged him, dipping his head to press their mouths together. He had intended for a chaste kiss, but Kirihara had a different idea. The Hunter tightened his arms around his shoulders and nipped and licked at his lips. Whimpers crept up his throat when Yanagi wouldn’t deepen the kiss. He pushed up on his knees so he was higher than Yanagi’s head, changing the angle so he could put more force into the kiss. He brought his hands from around Yanagi’s shoulders to frame his face.

Only then did Yanagi kiss him back. He parted his lips and let Kirihara push his tongue inside as if he would feed from his mouth. Strong hands gripped his backside and he moaned against Yanagi’s mouth. The rain had finally soaked through Yanagi’s clothes, making it cling to every curve and dip of his body. Kirihara pushed Yanagi’s hair away from his dark eyes, without the soft hair around his face the sharp lines of his cheeks became more prominent. Yanagi was always boyish in his good-looks, but without the hair to distract the eye he was handsome in a masculine way.

Yanagi’s hands peeled his shirt away from his back so they could slide against his bare skin. When another moan was breathed against his mouth he sighed and pushed Kirihara gently back.

“We should stop.”

Kirihara blinked rain from his eyelashes and stared down at the Vampire, “what? Why?”

“The rain doesn’t bother me, but the last thing we need is for you to get sick. Go home Akaya, go to sleep, and tomorrow this will all be just a bad dream.”

Kirihara sighed but nodded, Yanagi was right. Yanagi was always right. He climbed off of the Vampire’s lap, offering him a hand up. Yanagi stood and pulled Kirihara to him one last time. This time he was the one fighting to be allowed in. The little Hunter’s lips parted in surprise and he kissed Kirihara thoroughly, leaving him breathless and disoriented.

“I’ll help you find your jacket,” Yanagi chuckled and led Kirihara back through the garden.

Back in his car he rolled down the window so Yanagi could lean through and kiss him again. He groaned against the soft lips moving against his own and pulled back, leaning his head against the headrest. “We need to stop before I demand you get in my car.” He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. He was too tired for this.

Yanagi chuckled and kissed his forehead before ducking back out into the rain, “maybe next time.”

Kirihara moaned, “you’re getting way too good at teasing me.”

Yanagi winked at him and turned from the car, disappearing into the down pour.

He felt lighter and calmer on the way home. His memories still hovered at the back of his mind, but the though of Yanagi’s lips on his kept them at bay. He tried not to think of revenge, because it wasn’t really revenge that he wanted. He wanted to get even, but not with a head count. The thought made him chuckle softly, the noise sounding twice as loud in the enclosed space. They called him unpredictable; dangerous …they hadn’t seen anything yet.

He pulled into the underground parking lot with a wicked grin on his face.

Niou wasn’t waiting outside of his apartment like usual, so he figured the Vampire got tired of waiting and let himself in. He fumbled for his keys and when he cracked the door open he realized he had been shielding the entire way home. Concentrating on his shield and thinking of Yanagi had been a way for him to keep his mind from wandering where he really didn’t want it to go.

He let the door swing open as he dropped his shields.

Kirihara jumped and cursed in shock when the sensation of a Vampire crashed into him. He was shielding way too tight if he never noticed one was in his apartment!

“You shield too tight. You have to allow …breathing holes, if you may, so you can still sense things around you. If you shield too tightly you may get snuck up on. You’re lucky I have only noble intentions.”

Kirihara drew his gun and flipped on the lights as he closed the door with his foot. If that Vampire hadn’t been friendly he would have been killed. He really needed to get that shielding shit under control!

Fuji lay stretched out on his couch, feet dangling over the arm. He pillowed his head in his arms and grinned, “welcome home.”

What the fuck was HE doing here? “Where’s Niou-san?”

Fuji shrugged, “haven’t seen him.”

“What are you doing here?”

Fuji slipped off the couch and glided towards Kirihara, hips swaying seductively. “I’ve come to collect my debt.”

His de- OH SHIT! Kirihara resisted the urge to slap himself in the forehead, repeatedly. It was an understatement to say he forgot. “I’m soaked and chilled, I need a shower.” He didn’t think Fuji was the type to be distracted easily, so he only hoped to buy himself time in hopes that Fuji would get bored and wander off.

Fuji grinned wickedly, “then I’ll join you!”

Or not.

He stripped off his wet clothing as he walked down the hall, trying to keep his mind off the grinning Vampire following in his wake. By the time he reached the bathroom he was down to only his boxers. He heard Fuji chuckle darkly, which really wasn’t a sound you wanted to hear come from BEHIND you.

He left the door open as he went into the bathroom, Fuji intended to follow him anyway so he was sure a closed and locked door wouldn’t stop him. Didn’t seem to stop anyone else, so why would an immortal supernatural being be the exception?

Ignoring the extra body in the bathroom he set about his normal routine. He pulled a large bath towel out of the linen closet and set it on the top of the toilet before turning on the water. It was a small enough bathroom that he could reach the toilet from the shower, so it was the safest place to keep it from getting wet. When he bent over the rim of the tub to turn the water on he felt cold hands slide up his waist. He would have jumped if his skin hadn’t been equally as cold, and if he hadn’t been expecting it. He was actually surprised Fuji waited so long to touch him.

Fuji’s thin fingers traced the edges of his hip bones before gliding down the edges of his hips to his thighs. He traced the line of his boxers to the back of his thighs before trailing his hands up his backside to his tailbone. His mouth soon followed, starting pressed against the dip of his tailbone and traveling up his spine. A tremor ran through Kirihara’s body and he gripped the edge of the tub hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

The heat started to fog up the bathroom and Kirihara had to clear his throat twice before he was able to speak. “I have to finish stripping, the water is ready.”

“Allow me,” Fuji purred from somewhere in the vicinity of his middle back. His hands found the elastic band of his boxers and slowly peeled them down. The wet cotton clung to his damp skin, almost refusing to come off.

He heard Fuji’s knees connect with the floor when he squatted down, bringing his boxers to his knees. Fuji’s mouth pressed to the hollow just under his backside, teeth pressing ever so gently into his thigh. Fuji let the clothing drop and Kirihara lifted his feet enough to step out of them without knocking away Fuji’s mouth.

Fuji stood back up, hands on Kirihara’s hips for balance. He pressed himself along the length of the Hunters body, erection nudging into the crease of his backside. Lips found the curve of his neck and shoulder, teeth following soon after. “I want to take you up against the shower wall, then, you will take me on the floor.”

Kirihara shivered, head falling back against Fuji’s shoulder. “It’s been a long night, I don’t know if I’ll be able to go twice.”

Fuji chuckled, the masculine sound out of place on his feminine face. “I was an empath in life, in death …or un-death, I am a manipulator. I can make you feel emotions, I can stop emotions, I can make you laugh or cry at my own whim. I can turn you on, or steal it away the moment before your orgasm.”

Kirihara turned his head so their mouths were almost touching, “I’ve never heard of a power like that before.”

“That, my dear Hunter, is why you never turn psychics and witches.” Fuji stepped back from Kirihara, giving him room to step into the water.

The hot water on his cool skin burned on contact, making him jump and dance away from the spray. He slowly let his body adjust, a limb at a time, before he was able to stand completely under the spray. Fuji had not joined him, but had closed the curtain and puttered around the bathroom. Kirihara took that as a chance for a bit of privacy and washed himself and his hair, getting the lingering scent of Ryoma and Yanagi off.

Fuji slipped back into the shower while Kirihara was rinsing the shampoo from his hair, eyes closed against the cascade of bubbles. The muscles across Kirihara’s shoulders tensed, but otherwise he made no acknowledgment of Fuji joining him.

The Vampire pressed himself against Kirihara’s back again, hands instantly slipping between his legs. Kirihara grunted at the unexpected contact and thrust his hips back. He was swollen and slightly erect from the hot water, but the moment Fuji’s hand found him he stiffened completely.

Fuji chuckled low in his throat, “so responsive.”

Kirihara brushed his hair from his eyes, wiping at the water trailing from his eyelashes. “How are we going to do this?” His voice was too calm, as if he were simply asking about the weather.

Apparently Fuji didn’t like his tone either. Two fingers were roughly thrust into him, sending him scrambling for purchase against the wall. He leaned forward, the spray from the shower hitting the back of his neck and upper back.

“Give a guy a little warning!” He gasped. That fucking HURT!

“My apologies,” Fuji chuckled.

Yeah, he sounded incredibly sorry.

Fuji withdrew his hand and reached over Kirihara’s shoulder for the shampoo bottle on the rack hanging from the shower head.

“You’re not serious!” Kirihara watched the bottle disappear behind his shoulder.

“Do you have a better suggestion?” Fuji tilted his head.

“That shit is not meant for internal use! Besides, I’d rather not be farting bubbles for a week!”

Fuji laughed despite himself, “I can grab the lubricant, though I’m not sure it will work in water.”

“Anything but shampoo!” Kirihara pushed away from the wall but Fuji’s hand between his shoulders stopped him. He had almost forgotten the tiny Vampire possessed supernatural strength. A mistake he would not make again; he was getting too used to judging people based on their looks. Ryoma wasn’t smart enough to notice anything, Ann couldn’t hurt you because she was a girl, and Fuji couldn’t break you in half with one hand.

“I like you bent over, stay that way and I’ll be right back,” he whispered against the back of the Hunters neck.

Kirihara sighed and leaned against the wall again as Fuji slipped out of the shower. He shifted his hips back and spread his feet to get more comfortable; bent over with your ass out wasn’t always the most comfortable position to hold for long periods of time.

Fuji slipped back in behind him, a quiet moan escaped his throat when he saw that Kirihara had bent over further, giving him a better view between his legs. One hand searched and played between Kirihara’s legs while he thrust the fingers of his other inside of him. Kirihara scratched at the wall as he was stretched, hips flexing against Fuji’s hand.

Fuji wasted no more time in preparing him and lined himself up with the hand that had stretched Kirihara, his other still stroking. With one quick thrust he had sheathed himself completely inside of the Hunter, the sharp bones of Kirihara’s backside biting into the cradle of his pelvic.

Kirihara’s scream echoed off the walls of the small bathroom. Fuji waited until his thrashes dwindled to small tremors before he pulled out and slowly pushed back in.

Fuji was much smaller than the rest of the men he had bedded, and in a way it was a welcome change. He did not stretch to the point of pain, nor did he tear. Fuji’s length filled him comfortably, the end of him rubbing against the spot that had him squirming and crying out.

He may have enjoyed a better endowed man, but a smaller one was a nice change once in a while. If he hadn’t had Tezuka, Sanada, and Yanagi in the same day his views might not have been the same. He quietly thanked the three men for giving him an appreciation of a smaller male.

Fuji slowly thrust in and out of him, the hand not wrapped around him lazily caressed his back and spine. Every once in a while his hand would slip down to spread him wider, he felt Fuji wrap two fingers around himself as he held him spread. An index slipped under his length and into Kirihara, the extra stretch and the extra caress making them both moan. Fuji rocked his hand in and out of Kirihara, caressing the underside of his own erection while stroking the inside of the Hunter.

Kirihara clenched purposely around Fuji, making the Vampire let out a startled moan.

“If you keep doing that I won’t last!” Fuji hissed, hips flexing to snap forward harder than he had intended.

Kirihara grunted and slid his hands up the wall for better balance, “I’d like to have my turn sometime before the sun rises.”

Fuji chuckled in amusement, “and I thought he said he was too tired to perform twice?”

“Make me come and we’ll see,” Kirihara glanced over his shoulder and grinned.

“O~ho?” Fuji laughed, peaceful eyes widening. He pulled his hips back until only the head was left inside of the Hunter and then slammed his hips back in.

Kirihara bucked and screamed, throwing his head back. The water was starting to run cold against his throat and collar so he thrust back, rolling his hips. Fuji grunted again, hand pumping faster.

“Oh fuck,” Kirihara dropped his head and thrust his hips back against the Vampire’s. The wet slap of their bodies filled the bathroom in between moans and cries.

His body clenched tight around Fuji as his hips spasmed. He screamed his orgasm as Fuji screamed his own. His hips flexed a few more times before he collapsed against Kirihara’s back, hands on the wall to stop from sending his full weight down on the Hunter.

“Don’t wash it off,” he breathed against the back of Kirihara’s shoulders, “I want you to fuck me while my semen runs from between your legs.”

Kirihara straightened, pulling himself off of the Vampire. He threw the curtain open after turning the water off. Fuji skipped out of the tub behind him, hips swaying as he backed away from the Hunter.

“How would you like me?” He tilted his head as he turned so his back was facing Kirihara. “On my back? On my knees?”

Kirihara tilted his own head as he watched the small tight backside sway in front of him, “I haven’t decided yet.”

Fuji turned back to face him, “while you’re thinking …” he sashayed back over to Kirihara and dropped to his knees. The crack of his kneecaps sounding impossibly loud in the bathroom. He cupped Kirihara’s sack in his hand, rolling it around his palm. He used his other hand to hold his softened shaft, angling it so he could lower his mouth over it. He didn’t stay soft when the wet heat engulfed him. Kirihara let out long and drawn out moan as he grew hard in Fuji’s mouth. He had a moment to think that maybe getting head from someone with fangs wasn’t a good idea, but then Fuji started to suck and all caution flew from his mind. Fuji swallowed him completely until he could lock his lips around the base, tongue caressing.

He threaded both hands into the soft brunette hair, tightening his grip when Fuji started moving his head again. The Vampire moaned, rewarding Kirihara by sucking harder and caressing with lips and tongue.

Even through his pleasure clouded mind he managed to get an idea, “you like pain.”

Fuji chuckled around him and swallowed his entire length again.

Kirihara grunted and tried not to thrust himself further down the Vampire’s throat, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He was actually curious to find out how much pain Fuji enjoyed.

He waited until Fuji had his mouth almost completely off of him before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking his head back. Fuji cried out, neck bent to the point of being painful. Kirihara used his grip on Fuji’s hair to pull him to his feet. Fuji clung to his wrist, nails raking up his forearm. Kirihara thought he had pushed a little too far until he realized Fuji wasn’t trying to get his hand off, he was actually holding him in place.

Grinning, he threw Fuji across the bathroom counter. The Vampire’s hands slapped against the cold surface, sliding to brace himself below the mirror. Kirihara spread Fuji’s thighs with his knee and slammed two fingers into him, much the way he had done to him. Fuji cried out and thrust his hips back against the Hunter’s hand. He stretched and teased Fuji before pulling him off of the counter. Fuji dropped to his knees and let Kirihara force him onto his back. He bent his knees and drew Kirihara down between them with his arms around his shoulders. The Hunter would have none of that.

He sat back on his heels and used his grip on Fuji’s backside to pull him closer. The fingers of Fuji’s right hand reached down between his own legs to help guide Kirihara into him. Pulling Fuji’s hips up off the floor Kirihara slammed into him. The Vampire screamed, hands flinging out to grab onto something. Nails dug into Kirihara’s thighs as he pulled out and slammed back in.

He knew he wouldn’t last; his quick fuck with Ryoma, and then spending far too much time out in the rain sapped his strength. He pulled Fuji’s hips up off the floor and rose up on his knees for leverage. He was able to slam his hips harder, jolting Fuji’s shoulders into the ground. The Vampire screamed and moaned, rolling his hips and digging his heels into Kirihara’s back. He distantly registered the feeling of something warm running down the inside of his thighs, the more he flexed, the more of Fuji’s semen he forced out of himself.

Too much of Fuji’s weight was in his hands so he couldn’t move them for fear of dropping the Vampire. Fuji heard his mental dilemma and detached his hand from one of Kirihara’s knees so he could relieve himself. Kirihara chuckled and rocked his hips until Fuji suddenly arched his back almost completely off of the floor and screamed, both hands going back to scrambling at the floor.

“If you keep that up I won’t need to use my hands,” Fuji chuckled breathlessly.

“Good to know,” and he did just that.

Fuji’s scream echoed through the entire apartment as he came, pink-ish fluid splattering along his stomach. He clenched around Kirihara and the Hunter arched forward until he could tuck his face into the curve of Fuji’s neck. He clamped his teeth around his pulse as he came hard.

He collapsed on the small Vampire, legs and arms giving out at once. Fuji chuckled and smoothed his hands over his back.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Kirihara grunted in reply and pushed himself to his knees, in turn drawing himself out of Fuji. Both moaned at the sensation and Kirihara’s arms trembled with the effort of holding himself up. He slowly climbed to his feet and let the Vampire guide him to his own bedroom. He collapsed length-ways across the bed and as soon as his face felt the cool comfort of his blankets he fell asleep.

Fuji sighed and shook his head; maybe it had been a little too much for the Hunter. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched Kirihara’s shoulders rise and fall as he breathed.

The click of the door opening caught his attention. A familiar sensation washed over him, sending a tremor through his entire body. Checking to make sure Kirihara was still asleep he closed the bedroom door and pattered down the hallway.

Humans were fun, but Vampires were better.