Colour Me Blood Red

A quick update this time!! And I promise this chapter is better! I think I had a little too much fun with the opening ...I like Minami just as much as the next guy, so I apologize to any of his fans. I know my warnings are no longer covering enough, but I can't update them! Every time I try to do anything beyond posting a chapter, my internet crashes ...I'm sorry!! I should just start putting warnings at the beginning of every Chapter. Sigh.

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CHAPTER 38

Minami Kentarou’s eyes slowly fluttered open. The light overhead forced his pupils to adjust too quickly, sending a sharp pain into the backs if his eyes. His heavy breathing sounded loud in the small room, it was the only sound he heard apart from …

“Oi, you’re awake!”

He jolted fully awake, but with a start found himself immobile. Flexing his arms he realized his hands were bound or cuffed with something he couldn’t break; his legs as well.

“Isn’t it cool? Anti-vampire, we can’t even break it.”

His brown eyes focused slowly; the group in front of him finally becoming visible to his tired eyes. The one that had originally attacked him, Niou Masaharu, was leaning over him, hands on his hips. The blood had been washed off his face, but his clothing was still the same tattered, blood stained set. Behind him stood the three Ancients.

Shit.

“What do you want!?” He hissed.

A hand ghosted over the back of his neck and he jumped in shock. Yagyuu Hiroshi circled around him, hand very gently caressing the bare skin around the collar of his shirt.

“Why are you here?” Sanada asked.

“Go fuck yourself-AAHHH!” Minami lurched back in the chair, screaming in pain.

Niou blinked and looked up from where he had driven a silver spike through Minami’s knee. “Oh sorry, were you trying to say something?”

“I was told to take some of our army and attack.” Minami’s chest heaved. Blood welled up around the spike, staining his pants. Just as quickly as he was punctured, he healed, the silver spike becoming permanently embedded in his knee. The silver ached where it nudged his knee cap; pain throbbed and pulsed through his leg, curling his toes in agony.

“Why?” Yukimura tiled his head as he asked.

“I don’t kno-GAAAAHHH!” Minami screamed again as a small patch of skin on his collar was burned.

Yagyuu clicked off the specialty flashlight. “UV, kind of like a miniature sun, hurts doesn’t it? It’s easier than burning you with a match.”

“Yohei was given a task, he was to organize the two attacks …it was only supposed to be one attack, but then you had that press conference so he split up his attacks! He wanted me here to keep control of the mob while he did the other attack. We’re just here on her orders! She’s trying to learn something! I don’t know what!” Niou dangled another nail in his vision. “I really don’t know! She only talks to Kite-“ His eyes widened when he realized he had said too much.

“I thought so.” Sanada grinned, “where is Kite?”

“I-I don’t know!”

Niou clicked his tongue and drove another spike through his foot. Minami screamed and threw his head back.

“I don’t know! That’s the truth!” The flashlight clicked on, burning a line up the side of his neck. Minami’s screams climbed in pitch as his skin was darkened, cracks broke through the char that was left of his skin. He panted and whimpered in pain. “He left our group, claimed he was here to distract Sanada from everyone else. They all figured you would be so concerned about finding out why he is here that you would forget about the rest of us!”

Sanada frowned; he was right. He had been quietly seeking out the other Vampire, but to no avail. Kenya had found his trace several times, but every trail led him to a dead end.

“What is she trying to learn from these attacks?” Yukimura asked once Minami’s whimpers had ceased.

Minami groaned, “I don’t know! Only she knows her plans! She’s looking for something! I don’t know if she’s trying to start a war, or what! I don’t know!” He willed them to believe him, because for once he was telling the truth.

“He’s telling the truth Sanada-san.”

Sanada glanced over his shoulder to the doorway of the small cell. “It’s about time you got here.”

Shiraishi nodded in greeting to the other Vampires and came to Sanada’s side, Kenya behind him. “Got held up.” He shrugged.

“Is your team alright?” Sanada glanced at the Human out of the corner of his eye.

“They’ll heal, Kin-chan’s seeing to that.” Shiraishi studied the Vampire chained to the chair.

“He’s a healer?” Sanada frowned.

Shiraishi nodded, “he’s only good at healing minor stuff. We’re still working with him to expand his abilities.” He laid his hand on Sanada’s arm before continuing forward. Walking up behind Niou he placed his hand on the Vampire’s shoulder and smiled down at him.

“So, you can tell us if he’s keeping anything from us?” Niou dusted off his knees as he stood.

“I can try,” Shiraishi smiled again.

Minami’s eyes widened in fear.


Kirihara was physically and mentally drained when he finally got home. The skyline was starting to turn pink by the time he finally dragged himself into the shower. He stripped off the tape and gauze and slipped under the hot water. Blood and grime swirled around his feet as he scrubbed every inch of skin he could reach.

Hot water and stitches do not mix.

He checked the stitches; they were fine, clean, would heal easily. He was starting to look like Frankenstein’s monster with all the scars though. He lifted his opposite arm to check the scars that were across his ribcage; hey, a matching pair!

Sighing and rolling his eyes at himself he finished washing off the dried blood. It seemed that no matter how much soap he used or how hot the water was, he could still smell Sanada. The Vampire’s scent lingered, combined with the scent of his cologne. The artificial smell was easily washed away, leaving only his personal scent. Was it normal for the undead to have a personal scent? Kirihara tilted his head back as he thought; water beating off is throat and shoulders. He couldn’t remember if Niou had a scent, or Yanagi? Was it his connection with Sanada that made him pick up those small things?

He shook his head and sighed. He was too damn tired for all this! He’d worry about everything tomorrow. Tomorrow sounded like a good time.

He turned off the taps and stood in the shower to enjoy the silence. It had been a hectic day and the almost eerie silence in his bathroom was strangely comforting. He pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and went back to his bedroom. Bed sounded even better.

Marui was curled up on his side of the bed, a tuft of red hair the only thing visible above the lump of blankets. Kirihara tugged his corner of the blanket out of Marui’s grasp and crawled in on his side. The moment his body hit the mattress Marui shuffled to his side; still fast asleep. He buried his face in the back of Kirihara’s shoulders and entangled their legs.

Body heat. Marui was very female in that he created very little of his own, usually needing to leech it from someone else. According to him, Kirihara created enough body heat to support two people.

Kirihara chuckled and snuggled into his pillow.

A cold breeze drifted over his shoulder and his eyes flew open, hand groping under his pillow for his gun.

It was gone.

Over come with panic he rolled on to his opposite side and found the bed empty.

A breeze rustled the canopy hanging around the bed and Kirihara tasted salt on the air.

What the FUCK!?

He went to throw the blankets off of himself but found only soft sheets. Trailing his hands over the silk he knew something was extremely wrong. The bed he was lying in was huge, easily a king, a sheer canopy hung around the entire bed, enclosing him. The sheets on the bed were white, as were the pillows.

He lifted the sheets and found he was no longer wearing his pajama’s, in fact, he wasn’t wearing anything. Oh this just keeps getting better!

A dark form suddenly appeared at the end of the bed, silhouetted in the dark room against the canopy.

Naked, in a strange room, with no weapons ...oh what a fucking FANTASTIC night!

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” The figure continued around the bed to the side, fingers trailing along the canopy.

No. Fucking. Way. “Atobe!?” Kirihara drew the sheets up to his neck.

The Vampire spread the canopy and smiled down at the Hunter. The room behind him was dark; all Kirihara could see was the large window behind him. Through the open glass he could hear the crash of waves, smell the sea water. Gulls cried off in the distance.

“What the fuck is going on and where the hell am I!?” Kirihara pressed himself to the head board in an attempt to get away from the Vampire.

Atobe slipped onto the bed, closing the distance between the two of them. “Relax, by the looks of it, you are going to need this as much as I do.”

“Need? Need WHAT!? I don’t need a god damn fucking thi-“ he was silenced when Atobe grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.

“Don’t …touch …me …” he slid back down into the bed, pulling Atobe on top of him. Wait, what?!

Atobe kissed him deeply and he kissed back.

Hold on, wait, why is- wow where did Atobe learn to kiss like that?

He moaned into the kiss, ending in a whimpered keen. The kiss broke, leaving him breathless. Atobe pushed the sheets aside and Kirihara let him. He pulled Atobe back down to him roughly, wanting the Vampire against him again.

When the hell did he get so needy …and for ATOBE!? Something was wrong, his body was doing that acting on its own thing again and he was getting really tired of it doing that! As far as he knew he had no connection to Atobe, so why was he acting like it was Sanada pressing down on him?

Atobe’s clothing kept them apart, and with a frustrated growl he yanked the Vampire’s shirt out of his pants. Atobe chuckled and helped Kirihara pull it over his head. The Hunter pushed Atobe back and scrambled out of the sheets. He straddled Atobe’s lap, hands digging into the Vampire’s scalp as he pressed their mouths together again.

His body was too warm, like he was enraged, but he didn’t feel angry. On the contrary, he was turned on to the point it actually hurt. He rolled his hips as they panted, lips parting to nip and lick. He was trying to get some kind of friction, some kind of touch.

Finally getting fed up, Kirihara reached down between their bodies to quickly unlace Atobe’s pants. Stupid old-fashioned lace fly that required WAY more coordination than he was capable of!

Atobe flipped them so Kirihara was on his back and kicked off his pants. The Hunter reached out when Atobe was too far away, fingers swiping at anything they could reach. He grabbed the Vampire’s arm and using his weight and strength he flipped them back around. Atobe’s back hit the pillows and Kirihara was back to straddling his knees.

“I don’t get many chances to suck someone off,” Kirihara pushed Atobe’s thighs apart. He was not acting like himself, he wanted to fuck, that was it. It was like his brain was rewired to back when he was 16.

“Then by all means,” Atobe gestured to himself, wicked grin across his face.

Kirihara wiggled down between his legs, ass in the air as he swallowed Atobe. The Vampire groaned and let his head fall back against the pillows. Kirihara sucked him hard, eager. He was a little out of practice, but made up for it with enthusiasm. He wrapped his hand around the base of Atobe’s erection, tilting it for a better angle for himself. He swirled his tongue around the head until Atobe shuddered and then drew his mouth back down. The weight on his tongue made him moan, made him more eager.

Atobe grunted and threaded his fingers into Kirihara’s hair, “that’s enough.”

Kirihara whimpered, but he slowly trailed his mouth back up so he could sit back on his heels. Atobe grabbed his wrist and pulled him down beside him. When Kirihara hit the mattress on his side Atobe leaned over his back, pressing his erection against the back of Kirihara’s thighs. The Hunter moaned and spread his legs, one foot planted on the mattress to keep his knee up. Atobe hooked his arm under Kiriahra’s shoulders so he could get his hand to the Hunter’s mouth. Kirihara eagerly sucked on the fingers Atobe pressed to his mouth.

“I never realized you would be so easy!” Atobe chuckled against his ear.

Kirihara grunted in frustration and thrust his hips back. He didn’t realize it either. His mind narrowed down to his cock, the pleasure, all he could think about was how badly he wanted Atobe inside of him. It was almost enough to drive him insane. He was normally single-minded when it came to things like that, he was male after all, but this just took it too the extreme. This was wrong.

Atobe’s other hand finally wandered between his legs, finding and entering. Kirihara inhaled sharply when two fingers were pushed into him. Atobe licked across his shoulders, hand rocking inside of the little Hunter, teasing and stretching. Kirihara reached down between his own legs to stroke himself. Atobe pressed in another finger and his hand only pulled faster. He whimpered and flexed his hips in time with his hand, Atobe’s own hand countering the frantic thrusts of his hips. When Atobe’s fangs sank into his shoulder he came with a sharp cry.

Kirihara rolled over so he could press his face into the cool pillows. Whoops.

“Ah, sorry about that …” he mumbled. Even after orgasming he still felt like screaming, it wasn’t enough! He needed more!

Atobe chuckled, hand still knuckle deep in him, “sorry for what?” He pressed his mouth to the back of Kirihara’s neck and let his powers breath over him.

Kirihara cried out in shock and jerked his hips away from the bed. Atobe’s hand drifted from around his shoulder to grasp his new erection. “You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

Kirihara cried out again when Atobe squeezed him, still sensitive from his orgasm. Atobe kept him on his stomach and slipped around behind him.

“I’d prefer you tied up …but I guess I’ll just have to make due with this …” Atobe sighed.

He had already thrown his pride out the window …why the hell not? “Go ahead.”

“Hm?” Atobe tilted his head.

“Tie me up.” Kirihara pushed his hips back so Atobe’s erection could slip between his legs. “Do it …or do you want me to beg?”

Atobe let out a startled moan. “Beg.”

Kirihara stretched his hands over his head, pressing his wrists together. “Tie me up. Bind me. Cuff me. Then fuck me! Oh god, please!”

Without another moments hesitation Atobe shredded the silk sheets, using a piece to tie Kirihara’s wrists. The Hunter fought against the binding, making the Vampire growl. The binding was done in such a way that he would be able to keep his balance and hold himself, but still be pretty much useless for anything else.

Atobe grabbed him under the shoulder and tossed him to the floor. Kirihara stumbled and fell onto his back, crying out in pain.

“Fight me.”

If that was the way he wanted to play.

Kirihara kicked his legs over his head and somersaulted away from the Vampire. Just because his hands were bound didn’t mean he couldn’t move. He came back up in a crouch and before he could regain his balance completely Atobe grabbed him and threw him against the window. His hands smacked into the cold glass and he pushed back. Atobe grabbed a handful of black curls and slammed him bodily against the window; Kirihara flinched when his chest pressed into the cold glass.

Kirihara twisted and cried out in frustration, the window was cold! His struggles only served to fuel Atobe more. Grabbing Kirihara’s thigh he pushed it up and slammed himself into the flailing Hunter. Kirihara screamed in pain, back arching away from the window. His toes scrambled for something to cling to, to keep himself better balanced. Atobe hiked his leg up higher, spreading him further, and he was forced to press harder to the window. Steam fogged the window from where he panted, cheek pressed to the pane.

Somewhere deep in his mind he dimly registered that he actually felt no pain past the initial shock. Without any kind of oil or lubricant he should be ripping, he was barely stretched beforehand and Atobe was anything but small. Was it like the time with Tezuka where his body didn’t realize it wasn’t prepared? Atobe slammed into him as hard and as deeply as he could go, yet he felt no pain. He screamed and thrashed, tears beading in the corners of his eyes; he should be feeling something, he reacted like he felt pain but ...this was too weird, too wrong, what the hell was going on?

Atobe trailed his tongue across the streaks of tears, moaning softly. Kirihara started to keen and whimper, his hips flexing and rolling frantically. He screamed in pleasure as Atobe thrust into him hard and fast. He wanted the pain, pain meant his body was reacting normally!

As quickly as the last time he came without a single touch. His semen splattered the window and his knees weakened. Atobe lowered his leg to let him get his footing. Still locked together Kirihara leaned heavily against the window, trying to catch his breath. He dimly wondered if there were people outside, if so they got one hell of a show.

Kirihara clenched his internal muscles around the length inside of him, Atobe moaned in response. Without warning Atobe drew out of him and grabbed him under the arm again. Turning, he threw the Hunter behind him. Kirihara cried out in surprise and connected with the bed, legs unable to hold him up. He caught his weight as he sagged, knees meeting the soft carpet. Atobe’s strong hands gripped his hips and forced him to his feet. When he was righted Atobe thrust back into him. Kirihara screamed again, bent over the edge of the bed. Without even needing to breath his powers into him the Hunter grew hard again. Kirihara keened and whimpered as Atobe brought him to climax three more times, every time in a new position.

Tears clung to his eyelashes and trailed down his cheeks as his hips flexed and his muscles clenched. Atobe had finally started to lose the calculated rhythm he had managed to keep up the entire time. His even breath had started to come out in pants and groans.

Lying on his back Atobe grinned, “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” He held out his hand and guided Kirihara onto his lap.

A whimper escaped his mouth as he slid his battered entrance over Atobe. Braced on his chest he lowered himself until he was seated completely on Atobe’s lap. His mouth fell open as he sobbed.

Atobe gently rubbed his knees, “don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” Kirihara turned his head and blinked rapidly, trying to stop the onslaught of tears. Why was he crying? Oh yeah, his body was abused to the point he had no idea how he kept getting an erection, or even how he managed to come every time. Yet the moment Atobe crooked a finger at him his body started to move on it's own.

Atobe gave him an encouraging tap on the backside and Kirihara rose up on his knees. He kept the pace slow because his body was beyond exhaustion and he wasn’t sure if his knees would give out.

He shuddered and threw his head back when Atobe thrust up, slapping his pelvic into his backside. He put more weight on his arms and drove himself down hard, drawing screams from both of them. Atobe slid his hand down between his legs to cup him and a tremor raced through his body. The thin but powerful hand wrapped around his length and pumped him. Kirihara cried out, hips flexing up to meet Atobe’s hand.

Atobe arched off the bed, head thrown back, “oh god …”

Kirihara rode him harder, adding a slight twist to his hips to drive Atobe into the right spot. “Oh shit!” he straightened himself back up, arms pressed to his chest.

Atobe pushed himself up on his elbows, staring down the length of his body to watch as he plunged into the Hunter. Without Kirihara’s hands on his chest his view was unhampered. With a scream Kirihara finally came, back arched as he threw his head back. Atobe grabbed his thighs in a bruising grip and slammed his hips up, filling the little Hunter as he screamed his climax.

Kirihara collapsed onto his side, panting like he had just run a marathon. Twice.

Atobe chuckled, voice breathless. “Now I know where to go when I really need to feed.”

“I don’t know how much more of that I can handle.” Kirihara couldn’t move. His entire body had finally given up, the muscles in his legs and back twitched and spasmed.

“Don’t worry, you won’t feel it in- oh …you might want to answer that.”

What?

Kirihara’s eyes flew open when he realized his cell phone was ringing.

Wait. Cell phone?

What the FUCK!?

He sat up in his bed, dark red sheets pooling around his waist. The pipes in the wall rattled as the shower was turned off. The cell phone beeped and vibrated as his voice mail picked up the call.

What the HELL was going on!?

He was back in his apartment; no silk sheets, no canopy, no cold breeze, no sea water, no Atobe. He reached under his pillow and found the butt of his gun. Marui pattered into the room and smiled at him.

Okay, now he was really fucked up. What the HELL happened?!

“You okay Akaya?”

Kirihara nodded; at least he thought he was okay? He rubbed his hands over his face; he felt exhausted, like he hadn't sleep at all.

“You sounded like you were having a nightmare, but I couldn’t wake you.”

Night mare? That was all a fucking DREAM!?

“Do you need to talk about it?” Marui tilted his head, concern written plainly on his face.

No, absolutely NOT! “No, don’t remember much anyway.” Just had the most epic bout of dream sex with an Incubus somewhere on the coast in a bed with silk sheets. It sounded stupid even to him. When Marui turned his back to finish getting dressed he glanced under the blankets. His pajama’s were soaked around the crotch. Nightly emissions at their finest. With a groan he flopped back down onto the bed. He was going to have a talk with Ryoma, that was the LAST time he wanted Atobe to visit him in his dreams!

It was also a valuable lesson in thinking before he spoke.