Colour Me Blood Red

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CHAPTER 34

“I apologize if your proposition isn’t news to me. I have many ears and they like to tell me interesting things.”

Tezuka folded his hands over his stomach and leaned back in the plush arm chair. Sanada sat across from him at his large cherry oak desk. The windows behind him extended from floor to ceiling and reflected the room back to him. Lights flashed from buildings on the horizon, blending with the interior of the room. The floor was carpeted in dark grey and expensive paintings hung on the white walls. Sanada ran a legitimate business, and any respectable business owner needed a large expensively decorated corner office for which to meet respectable clients.

Yukimura was perched on the corner of the large desk, thin legs crossed at the knees. Whereas Sanada wore a dark tailored suit, the smaller Vampire wore a light grey one, lapels and waist tailored to give it a more feminine flair.

“I have already brought this to Atobe, but I know I need to clear it with both of you,” Tezuka leaned forward, speaking softly.

“You bring this to another Master before your own?” Sanada barked.

Yukimura spun to face Sanada, voice a low harsh whisper. Sanada glared at him before returning his attention to Tezuka, expression softened.

“That was not my intention,” Tezuka fought not to frown at the Master, he wasn’t usually so quick to temper. “I had left a message with one of Atobe’s servants and before I had the chance to contact you he responded.”

“Atobe was never one to turn down an interesting proposition …” Sanada rolled his eyes.

Tezuka shifted uncomfortably, Sanada was far too unpredictable, was that why Yukimura was there? “Would it be safe to assume that since you already know why I am here, you have thought up an answer?”

Sanada nodded, “we have.”

Tezuka leaned forward slightly.

“No.”

Fuck. He stood abruptly, knocking the heavy chair back a few inches, the wooden pegs screeching on the tiled floor. “You have no idea what I had to do to bargain with Atobe-“ the smirk on Sanada’s face stopped him cold and told him clearly that, yes, he did have an idea.

“I know the way Atobe bargains Tezuka, sit down.”

“I apologize for my outburst,” he smoothed his clothing as he sat back down. He was embarrassed about his outburst, but at the same time he was frustrated and angry. Angry at Sanada, at himself, at the Vampires attacking his Hunters; yet there was nothing he could do about it. “But I’m just trying to protect the Hunters who work for me. You must know what it’s like to want to protect the people that are loyal to you, people that you care about.” A look passed through Sanada’s eyes and he knew he had hit a nerve. “Your own Vampires were attacked, caught up in this. I don’t know what’s going on and I can’t find out without your help. I’ve exhausted all my other options, and they weren’t that great to begin with. I’m not going to lie, I’m a novice at this. I don’t know where to look for the answers, I’ve tried everywhere I can think of but that’s not good enough. Whomever we are dealing with is strong, stronger than me. We can’t locate the Vampires that are behind this, and I’ve never had a problem tracking, I know that, you know that.”

Sanada nodded, “I do, even Niou was thrown off.”

“There are Vampires and Witches in on this that are stronger than all of us, we’re all being backed against a wall, and all I’m asking you is to help me even the score. I’m only using the Hunters I trust the most, I won’t let in anyone who may use this for future reference. Hell, after this I’ll give you the photo of every Hunter I have to keep at the entries if they ever try to get in again.” Tezuka threw out his hands and shrugged.

Sanada leaned forward and propped his elbows up on the table, chin resting on his clasped hands. His dark eyes studied Tezuka, scanning over him. “You’re completely serious about this.”

“If you have a better suggestion as to how we can find and kill these Vampires, I’m all ears! Otherwise, this is all I can think of.”

Yukimura, who had remained silent through the entire thing slipped off the desk and moved in behind Sanada’s chair. He leaned over the back and whispered in the Master’s ear. Sanada nodded, lids sliding closed as he thought.

“I will give you the entrances …”

Tezuka jumped out of the chair again, “Sanada thank-“

“On one condition.”

Shit, he should have known that was coming.

“I have a press conference tomorrow night on Atobe and I joining businesses. I need guards, my own will be in the crowd, but I need gifted humans at my side, just incase.”

Tezuka nodded slowly, this didn’t feel right, “so I take it you had a few in mind?”

“Ah,” Sanada nodded, “Kirihara Akaya.”

Tezuka fought the urge to jump out of his chair again; on the way to the office he had received a phone call from Ryoma. The Rookie had clearly been upset, but wouldn’t give exact details. He said Sanada hurt Kirihara, but he wouldn’t tell him how or when. But by the sound of Ryoma’s voice, it was bad. And the Master had the balls to request him specifically, probably figuring no one knew. If it wasn’t for Ryoma betraying Kirihara’s trust, no one would have.

Sanada’s dark eyes narrowed, too many emotions had perfumed the air at the mention of the little Hunter. “But he is not the only one.”

“Who else?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

“The Faerie and your Telepath.”

Kenya and Yuuta, “I will have to speak with Shiraishi; Oshitari Kenya is a member of his team.”

Sanada nodded, “of course. Speak to your men, and let either myself or my representative know in the morning.”

Tezuka realized that was Sanada’s way of dismissing him. He stood from the chair and gave a small bow before turning to leave the room.

“Oh, before you go Tezuka, I heard something about a betrayal among the Police?”

Tezuka stopped in the middle of the large room, Sanada’s ears were getting a little annoying. “What of it?”

“I’d be careful who you trust, you never know who answers to a higher power.”

Tezuka turned so he was facing Sanada again, “do you know something I don’t?”

Sanada opened a thin drawer near the top of the desk while shaking his head, “just a warning.”

Tezuka frowned, a warning? Did he know something? If so, why would he hide it? “I’ll bear that in mind.” He kept his gaze on the Master as he turned back towards the door, letting his head turn a moment later. He didn’t like the ominous warning, be careful who he trusted? Did he mean among the Police? Or elsewhere?

When he reached the large double doors he paused. Clenching his teeth he looked back over his shoulder at the Master still seated at his desk, “and Sanada.”

“Hm?” He looked up from the script he was to read the next night.

“Don’t ever lay your hands on one of my Hunters again.” With that he left the room and let the door bang closed behind him.

Sanada stared at the dark doors, eyes wide with surprised shock.


Niou slipped into the dark apartment, careful not to wake Kirihara. A quick sniff of the air told him the Hunter was home, and not alone. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, but it carried no extra human scent. Either Kirihara found a way to have wicked sex by himself or …a shiver ran up his spine and out of the corner of his eye he noticed the moonlight from the open patio curtains flicker and highlight a line of pale skin. He chuckled and crossed his arms, or that.

“What are you doing here?” Niou grinned.

Fuji stepped out of the shadows in the hallway, arms loosely at his sides. He watched Niou’s blue eyes widen in surprise before sliding back to their lazy half closed state. “Just having some fun.”

Niou smirked, “I can see that. Is he asleep?”

“Yes, seems I tired him, out.” Fuji shrugged, “he was asking after you.”

Niou shrugged, “I got caught up.” He couldn’t quite figure out why Kirihara would be having sex with Fuji …or just why the whole scenario in general.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Fuji crossed the living room to where the other Vampire stood in the entry way.

“Just thinking about why Akaya would have sex with you?” Niou let his eyes scan over Fuji’s nude body; he was clearly putting himself on display.

Fuji sighed dramatically, “sadly, it was not my powers of seduction. He was indebted to me, and this was how I wished to collect.”

“Indebted? Really?”

“Really. He needed me for something …but I do not do something for nothing. So, we traded a favor for a favor.”

Niou couldn’t help but grin, “if these are the kinds of favors you deal, remind me to be indebted to you sometime.” A second later he realized maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

“You don’t have to be indebted to me to have me …you need only ask …” he smiled wickedly and slid his hands up the front of Niou’s jacket. He popped the snaps on the outer flap and then eased down the zipper.

Oh this was going to be entirely too much fun.

Niou dropped his jacket and followed the naked Vampire into the kitchen. His blue eyes filled with heat as he watched the smaller Vampire beside him; the thin curve of his neck, the narrow shoulders and equally narrow chest, the sway of his hips, down his long legs, and then back up. The white skin picked up highlights from the open curtains, only Vampiric skin could hold that shade of white without looking dead.

Fuji released his wrist as he left his side. He glanced around the kitchen before pattering softly over to the counter. With a flick of his head he tossed his hair out of his eyes and leaned forward onto his elbows.

Niou licked his lips, content to stand in the doorway to the kitchen and watch the display. The nightlight on the wall threw blue highlights across Fuji’s skin, making him look more Fae than Vampire.

The only sound in the kitchen was their breathing, strangely loud for lack of other sounds. Fuji tilted his head, eyes narrowing on Niou, “well? How long do you plan on making me wait?”

Niou unbuckled his pants as he crossed the kitchen. Fuji reached back behind himself and used one hand to spread himself, giving Niou an unhampered view. He grabbed the smaller Vampire’s hips and jerked him back further from the counter. Fuji moaned at the force, grinning over his shoulder at Niou.

“Do your worst,” he hissed, wicked grin sparkling his eyes.

Niou grinned just as wickedly, “you have no idea who you’re talking to.”

Fuji thrust his hips back, “oh really?”

Niou chuckled deep in his throat, the masculine rumble sending a shiver up Fuji’s spine. Being a Vampire himself, he knew how much a typical Vampire body could take. Lining himself up, he slammed his hips forward, at the same time reaching around to cup his hand over Fuji’s mouth. As he figured, the smaller Vampire let out a piercing scream.

He paused, sheathed as deeply as he could go, and closed his eyes, listening for any movement from the bedroom.

Silence.

Akaya must be passed out. He could hear the steady breathing from the Hunter if he really listened, so Fuji hadn’t killed him. Intentionally or not.

Fuji sank his fangs into the soft pad between thumb and index and Niou jumped in shock.

“I didn’t kill him, he’s unconscious, I doubt we’ll be able to wake him anyway.” Fuji hissed, wiggling his hips to give Niou the idea.

“My bad,” Niou chuckled, shaking his hand as if that would get rid of the sharp pain.

Fuji shifted his weight and attempted to rise up on his toes to get better leverage. He nudged Niou’s hips back to give himself some room between the counter and his waist.

“Do I need to get you a stool?” Niou chuckled, watching Fuji fuss around.

Fuji hissed at him over his shoulder, Niou only laughed.

He adjusted his grip on Fuji’s hips to help him keep up and pulled his hips back, drawing himself out. Fuji moaned, half in pleasure and half in exasperation. Niou placed one hand between Fuji’s shoulder blades and forced his chest down on the counter. With an evil chuckle he pulled out of the little Vampire, slipping himself between his legs. Fuji keened and tried to turn, but Niou’s hand kept him to the counter.

Niou rocked his hips, sliding his erection against the soft skin of Fuji’s thighs. “Clench.”

Fuji growled but tightened the muscles of his legs. Niou moaned and snapped his hips forward. He tilted his hips enough to slip his erection into the hollow between Fuji’s upper thighs, rubbing himself against Fuji’s sack.

The little Vampire stopped fighting him and collapsed against the countertop, a shudder racking his body. Small moans crept up his throat, his warm breath steaming across the white surface.

“Well, that’s enough of that,” Niou chuckled, pulling himself out from between Fuji’s thighs. He angled himself back up and entered the Vampire again.

Fuji sighed, spreading his legs and angling his hips back. Sharp nails etched down his back, arching him up off the counter. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. Blood trailed down his back from the deep scratches and he shivered. He kept himself propped up on his hands when Niou arched himself back to trail his tongue across his back, cleaning up the blood. When the scratches healed he raked his nails down Fuji’s back again, every time a violent tremor raced through the smaller body. He threw his head back with a whimpered moan. He watched over his shoulder through heavy lidded eyes as Niou cleaned his back, hips slowly working against him. He wrapped his hand around Fuji’s neck and let his fingers trail across the soft front of his throat before driving his fingers into the curve of his neck and shoulder and trailing it down his back. He latched his mouth to those marks and drew blood until they healed under his tongue.

Fuji started to rock his hips in time with Niou’s slow thrusts, careful not to knock himself on the cupboards. He kept up on his toes, the muscles of his calves screaming. A wrist was pushed to his mouth and without thinking he opened and sank his fangs into the pulse. Niou groaned behind him, fangs digging into his neck in turn.

The gentle sex turned hard as they both fed. Niou’s hips slammed forward, both hands grabbing Fuji’s backside to hold him open as far as possible. Fuji’s hands flexed, fingertips breaking through the countertop without realizing.

Teeth tore at skin, blood splashed white skin, stained pink lips. In the middle of their blood lust Fuji’s jaw tightened around Niou’s wrist, breaking the bone. He orgasmed against the cupboards, tearing his mouth away from Niou’s arm to scream. Niou’s hand quickly snapped over Fuji’s mouth, muffling his scream as best as he could. His own orgasm caught him off guard and when he threw his head back his fangs caught on the small pinholes they had created, tearing Fuji’s shoulder open wide.

They sank to the floor, chuckling. Still imbedded deeply in the other Vampire, Niou wrapped his arms around Fuji’s stomach and rested his forehead against the non-bloodied shoulder. Their wounds healed quickly, leaving only small smears of blood. Fuji rested his forehead against the cupboards, still locked on Niou’s lap. A small shiver ran through his body and it was enough to get gravity to work. Niou’s softening erection slid out of him slowly, the mixture of semen and blood easing him out without friction.

“Well, since Akaya is okay, we should probably clean this mess up and get back to our respective Masters before the sun rises, don’t you think?” Niou wiggled out from under Fuji and slowly climbed to his feet. He examined the break in his wrist, quickly setting the bones in place so his body wouldn't heal them crooked. Rebreaking bones was a pain in the ass.

Fuji nodded, using the cupboards as a counter balance to pull himself shakily to his feet, “sounds like a plan.”