Colour Me Blood Red

WARNINGS: Anal, BDSM (kind of?), Language (we love Shishido), NonCon, Oral, Tort, Toys.

I am so frigging sorry this has taken so long! I got super busy with the holidays and to top it off someone in my house is always sick (for some stupid reason that tends to be me), so I haven't been really up to writing.

I decided to just add additional Warnings to the Chapters themselves since for some reason I can't do it to the actual story ...and they kind of need more warnings. I'm getting more comfortable in my story and more and more weird shit keeps creeping up. I'm really sorry ...SIGH.

I know, 40 Chapters, will I ever run out of shit to write about? Probably not ...and I think I had a little bit TOO much fun with this Chapter. No one died in it ...if that's any consolation?

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CHAPTER 40

The large house was dark when Tachibana’s car pulled up on the side of the street. Leaves rustled in the light breeze, skirting across the sidewalks to dance across the empty streets. It was late, the houses were all dark lights and locked doors by then.

Ryuzaki would most likely be asleep.

Sakurai sat on the hood of Tachibana’s car, cell phone pressed to his ear. “She’s not answering, and I know she’s not a deep sleeper.” He frowned, listening to the answering machine.

“That’s all I needed to know,” Tachibana pulled his gun out of his shoulder holster and jogged up to the front door. Pressing his ear to the door he listened for a breath before rattling the doorknob.

Locked.

Apologizing quickly to Ryuzaki he stepped back and kicked the door in. The door swung back and banged loudly off the wall.

The front entry was a mess; claw marks started about shoulder high along the wall and traced deeper into the house, shoes and slippers were tossed along the floor, pictures pulled off the walls. Blood was splashed and splattered along the wall that was peppered with bullet holes.

“Ryuzaki!” Tachibana called into the house.

No answer.

His team filtered into the house around him, checking in dark corners and swinging open closed doors. Their breathing seemed to echo in the quiet house; it was still, too still.

With a curse Tachibana realized why the futile attacks on the Masters. It was a diversion, it kept the Hunters on guard, but on guard for the wrong thing. They were sent out to follow trails, sent out to protect the Vampires lairs, but no one was sent out to protect their own. Why her though? She was retired, company handed over to Tezuka. She no longer hunted, only kept watch on her crew, strictly hands off. Tachibana shook his head, why didn’t anyone clue into this? Why didn’t he clue into this!

Ann was the first up the stairs, back to the wall. Her flashlight was crossed in her opposite hand under her gun, both leading the way.

“He’s been here!” Kenya suddenly yelled. He was standing in the kitchen, eyes distant as he let his hands ghost over the counters. “Holy hell he’s been here!”

Ann cursed and called for Kamio as she started looking in the upstairs rooms. The red-head joined her quickly and together they cleared the upper floor. They finally found the older woman in her own bedroom. The locked door had been forced open, hinges completely mangled.

“Nii-san! We found her! Call Tezuka!!” She yelled.

“She’s alive Ann,” Kamio pressed his fingers under Ryuzaki’s jaw, “just barely.”

Ann ran to the bathroom to find the medical kit while the other Hunters joined them upstairs. There was so much blood, it was almost impossible to tell where it was all coming from. Kamio wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing blood across himself. He quickly tied off her upper arm, trying to slow the bleeding.

Ishida kept guard on the first floor, awaiting Inui and his team. Sakurai paced while Ann, Tachibana, and Kamio did their best to save Ryuzaki.

“Why her?” Kamio hissed, “she has nothing to do with anything!” He shook his head, “if they were trying to take down the Organization than Tezuka-san is who they should have gone after!”

Ann suddenly frowned, hands slowing where they were tying off injuries, “maybe they did. Who does Tezuka turn to when he’s lost?”

Tachibana’s eyes suddenly widened, “Ryuzaki. But it still makes no sense, so she’s Tezuka’s confidant …he’s not completely lost without her.”

“Maybe she knew something?” Kamio shrugged, sitting back on his heels, “isn’t this Master or whatever of theirs trying to do something? Maybe Ryuzaki knows something?”

Tachibana shrugged, “that’s entirely likely, Ryuzaki knows more than all of us put together, but until she pulls through we’ll never know what that is.”

Inui showed up shortly after, medical team rushing in behind him as he demanded to be led to Ryuzaki.

Kenya hung around in the kitchen, staying out of the way. Keeping an eye on Ishida he stepped further into the kitchen and slipped out his cell phone.

“Moshi moshi?”

“Shiraishi,” he checked over his shoulder before continuing, “Kite was here.”

“At Ryuzaki’s!?”

“Yeah …” he nodded, knowing full well that Shiraishi couldn’t see him.

“Is she okay?”

“Alive, but barely. Kite’s power is still strong, but I know with Ryuzaki injured Tezuka will be distracted …”

“You want to follow him …”

“His energy is still strong, it’s the best lead we’ve had!” Kenya hissed into the phone, quickly checking over his shoulder. Ishida was staring forlorn up the stairs.

“Kenya …”

“Give me Zaizen then.”

“I’m not so sure about that, he’s a loose canon still, we don’t know his full potential …”

“What a better way to learn! Give me Zaizen and let me follow this.” Kenya held his breath.

“Alright.”

The stretcher rattled past the kitchen, startling Kenya as he quickly hung up his phone. Ryuzaki was escorted out under the cover of darkness, medical crew clustered around her. She was carefully loaded into the back of the Suburban and taken back to the Organization. Tachibana’s team piled into their vehicles, only Tachibana stayed behind to help the next team that was on their way to clean-up the house before anyone became aware.


Shishido slipped into the smaller side door of the large mansion. One of Atobe’s rules of servitude was to live under his roof; one of his roofs at least. He knew word would get to Atobe soon that he had gone against his direct order and informed Tezuka, he would just rather be out of harms way before that happened. Atobe would be pissed right away, but after a few days he would have moved onto something more important to be mad about.

“Shishido!”

The Hunter froze in the dark hallway, hand extended to the stair rail. So close.

“I just got some interesting news. Seems Tezuka found out about our little intervention, knows that I was there. He would like to speak with me, he thinks now that I know something that I’m not telling him. I wonder what gave him that idea?”

Shishido felt the blood drain from his face. “No idea Atobe.”

“Hm,” Atobe pursed his lips in thought and crossed his arms.

Shishido watched Atobe out of the corner of his eye as he slowly edged closer to the steps. Atobe wasn’t stopping him, maybe he wasn’t as mad as he thought he would be?

“I’m tired Atobe, I’m going to bed.”

Atobe nodded and turned slowly to disappear back into the shadows of the hallway. Shishido walked calmly up the first few steps, but his nerves soon got the best of him and he cleared the rest of the stairs at a dead run. He crashed into his room, slamming the door behind him. Choutarou jumped in shock, spinning around as he clutched at his chest.

“What the hell Shishido!?”

“Nothing,” Shishido shook his head.

“You nearly took the door off the hinges for a whole hell of a lot of nothing!” Choutarou swallowed in an attempt to get his heart out of his throat.

A knock at the door made them both jump again. Shishido launched himself away from the door, cursing in surprise. Choutarou ushered him aside and cracked the door open. A small Vampire smiled up at him, shoulder length brown hair tucked back behind his ears.

“Taki-san?” Choutarou blinked, “what can I do for you?”

Shishido hissed at the name, shaking his head. He mimed slamming the door but Choutarou waved him off.

“Can I talk to you for a bit?” Taki tilted his head.

“Uh,” Choutarou glanced over his shoulder to Shishido, who dramatically shook his head no.

“Otori-kun, I know Shishido-kun doesn’t like me, but this is a favor I ask of you,” he cast his eyes down, embarrassed.

Choutarou sighed, apparently he had ‘sucker’ written across his forehead. “Sure.”

“What!?” Shishido barked, stalking forward.

Choutarou palmed Shishido’s chest and pushed him back from the door, “relax Shishido, he just wants to talk, I’ll be right back.”

“You know he just wants your ass!” Shishido hissed, pointing dramatically to the door.

“Shishido!” Choutarou hissed back in shock, “just get ready for bed and I’ll be back in a little bit!”

“Whatever!” Shishido growled, turning his back to his partner and violently yanking off his clothes.

Choutarou sighed and rolled his eyes at Shishido’s childish antics. He slipped from the room and followed the smaller Vampire down the hall.

Shishido stripped to his boxers and flopped onto the large bed he shared with the other Hunter. He clutched his pillow to his chest and huffed angrily. He was going to sleep, fuck Choutarou if he was expecting anything tonight! He rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head. Serves the asshole right!

The clink of chains startled Shishido and he found himself dangling by his wrists in a dark room. He hung his head with a sigh, he should have known there was a reason Atobe let him off so easily.

The lick of a whip across his bare back made him scream in shock, lurching against his bindings. If he stretched he could get his feet just on the ground. His shoulders groaned in protest as he stretched them further than they probably should have gone. His toes met the ground and he was able to stop the sway of his body.

The whip lashed out again, across the backs of his thighs. He lost his grip on the ground and pulled painfully on his shoulders when his body lurched. The cuffs binding his wrists bit into his skin when his body slipped. A few more painful pulls and he knew the cuffs would break skin.

Again the slither of material followed by a harsh snap.

This was Atobe’s domain, he could draw out the torture as long as he wanted, turning hours in this world to only minutes in the real world. If he wanted one to feel pain, he could. Shishido felt every snap, every lick of the whip. Blood bindings or Incubus abilities, it was impossible to tell; Shishido only knew that his body was telling him this was actually happening and the drip of blood from the lashes across his back were awfully convincing.

“Naughty, naughty, Shishido.” Atobe hissed from the darkness.

Shishido grit his teeth when the next blow took him across the shoulders. No matter how badly Atobe mangled his body, when he woke up there would be no marks. No pain, no marks, no blood; Atobe’s little parting gift.

Atobe wrapped the whip around his hand, brushing the coils across Shishido’s backside as he circled him. Atobe was bare from the waist up, only a tight pair of leather pants sat low on his hips. His bare feet made no sound as he padded across the cold floor.

When the whip caressed him Shishido realized he was nude. If Atobe had only intended to torture him he would have left his pants on. Atobe intended on feeding off of him as well.

Atobe circled around behind him again, disappearing from his line of view. He heard the whip drop to the ground before Atobe’s hands slid over his stomach. A warm tongue ran over the open wounds on his back as a hand slid around him.

“You were right to fear Otori leaving your side …”

Shishido grunted when Atobe’s hand squeezed his erection, “oh yeah?”

“I needed to get that irritating rock away from you, and since he seems to be attached to it, I needed him out of the room.”

Shishido chuckled.

“Oh, don’t think that’s the only reason. I know physical torture doesn’t phase you, it’s more for my pleasure than anything else.”

Shishido’s eyes widened. No.

“Poor Taki has been chasing your dear partner for a while now, but the boy is so faithful …”

Shishido thrashed against his bindings, “leave him out of this Atobe! You’re mad at me!”

“But I am mad at you, and you will learn one way or another not to cross me.” Atobe chuckled against his ear. “I told Taki to …occupy Otori-kun for a while …he even borrowed a pair of my handcuffs. I do believe they are already …in the middle of it? As you say.”

“NO!” Shishido screamed and thrashed as Atobe laughed.


Choutarou slowly woke when a heavy weight pressed to his stomach. He blinked as he tried to remember what had happened.

“I’m sorry Otori-kun! I had to knock you out because I know you wouldn’t have agreed to this any other way!”

Choutarou jumped in shock when he realized the heavy weight was Taki sitting on his stomach.

“Taki-san, what’s going on!?” Choutarou tried to move, but found his hands bound to the headboard. A quick glance around himself and he realized he was indeed in Taki’s room, cuffed to his bed.

“I’m not saying that this isn’t a dream come true, but these are actually Atob’e orders.” He fingered the cross around the Hunter’s neck.

Choutarou froze, Atobe’s orders? He needed him away from Shishido, Shishido was in trouble! “Taki, let me go, please. I need to get to Shishido.”

Taki shook his head, “can’t do that.”

“Taki-san please-“ his voice rose in shock when Taki slid down to perch on his thighs, hands making quick work of his belt. “Taki-san, what are you-“

“Atobe told me to keep you busy for a little while, told me to be …creative.” He wiggled down, sliding Choutarou’s pants and underwear to mid-thigh. “I know you’re faithful to Shishido, and you wouldn’t do this with me otherwise …so you can just tell him I took advantage of you and you didn’t enjoy it.”

Choutarou’s eyes widened when Taki lowered his mouth to him, lips rubbing at his soft length. Despite his best efforts, the heat and soft suction made him grow hard. He whimpered and tossed his head.

Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes, “Shishido, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Taki continued to suck and hum along him until he was moaning in enjoyment. The more he tried to stop himself, the harder Taki worked. Choutarou choked back a sob, he was not enjoying this! Was not! Taki swirled his tongue and Choutarou arched into his mouth, sob turning into a shocked and stuttered moan.

The Vampire slowly drew his mouth away and leaned back, satisfied. “I would have liked to swallow you, but I’d prefer to put this to use somewhere else,” the brunet winked.

With the warm heat off of him Choutarou could think clearly again, he shook his head, “please Taki-san just let me go!”

The Vampire ignored him and started undressing. He perched back on Choutarou’s thighs, completely nude. “I know this is difficult for you, and I’d like to say that I’m sorry …but I’m not.” He tucked his hair behind his ear.

Taki shifted around so he was sitting on Choutarou’s stomach again, facing the foot of the bed. Rising up, he slid himself forward and down onto Choutarou’s lap. The Hunter cried out when Taki’s tight entrance closed around him. The Vampire’s back muscles tightened as he leaned forward onto his hands, spine curving. He started slowly, rolling his hips to get used to the size inside of him. Choutarou’s breaths came out in hard pants with every swivel of Taki’s hips, he could feel the Vampire’s wrists against the inside of his thighs as he balanced himself.

Taki soon started to rise and fall, creating a slow rhythm.

Choutarou whimpered and tossed his head from side to side, this was not happening! With Taki leaned forward he had a perfect view of his erection sliding into the Vampire; his entrance stretched and darkening, his thighs flexing, the pale expanse of his back, the fall of his pale hair around his shoulders.

He cursed silently but couldn’t draw his eyes away.


Shishido screamed in raw pain as something extremely large and ribbed was shoved deep into him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to having something large back there, but this was above and beyond anything he had ever taken.

Atobe chuckled into his ear and twisted the dildo, drawing another scream from Shishido. He glanced down and clicked his tongue, “blood? I’m ashamed of you Shishido, I thought you were better than that.”

“The biggest thing I’ve ever had up my ass is Choutarou, Atobe. Not that horse cock you insisted on shoving in me!”

Atobe clicked his tongue again, giving the toy another sharp twist. “I think Taki should almost be done by now, what do you think?”

Shishido’s jaw clenched but he didn’t reply.

“I’ve never bedded him myself, but from what I’ve heard he’s VERY good.” Atobe shrugged and drew the toy out very slowly. With a snap of his wrist he slammed it back in to the hilt. “Of course, that all depends on how long Otori-kun lasts. I know he has quite the good stamina, it’s a shame he wears that cross, I’d like to try him out for myself some time.”

Despite his best efforts another scream was torn from Shishido’s throat.

“Well, I think that’s enough of that,” Atobe pulled the toy out and let it drop to the ground.

Shishido couldn’t help the sigh of relief. Blood ran freely down his legs, pooling between his toes on the floor. “Fuck you Atobe, just fuck you!” He wanted to cry, why had he come to Atobe to save Choutarou’s life? There were other Vampires he could have gone to, but no, he had to come to this one!

“Oh what I wouldn’t give to know what you’re thinking right now, but alas, I cannot read minds in my little world.” Atobe stepped around Shishido, unbuttoning his pants as he admired his work.

“I’ll give you a hint, touch Choutarou and I’ll fucking kill you,” Shishido twisted in his bindings enough to see Atobe out of the corner of his eye.

The Vampire laughed, “I would LOVE to see you try!” Circling to the front of the Hunter he grabbed him under the thighs and lifted him up.

A sigh escaped Shishido’s lips when his weight was taken off his shoulders.

Giving him no time to enjoy the relief he wiggled close, “allow me to put something into you that’s a little bit more of a standard size.” He lined himself up and pulled Shishido’s waist down, impaling himself deep into the little Hunter.

Shishido screamed and threw his head back, Atobe may have been half the size of the toy but he was so torn anything going in would hurt. Every thrust drew a scream of pain and more blood ran down his legs and dripped onto the floor.

“Don’t worry, you can’t die of blood loss in a dream,” Atobe chuckled, burying his face in Shishido’s neck.

Blood hung so thickly in the air Shishido could taste it; he had probably lost more blood than his body actually held. Still it ran down his back, still it drained from his body, and still he lived.

Atobe’s thrusts quickened and his grip tightened, the smell of blood was putting him over. Tilting his head back he brushed his lips along Shishido’s jaw, “don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this too.”

With a wash of power he had the Hunter screaming his orgasm, body clenching and spasming. Atobe groaned and thrust as deeply into Shishido’s body as he could, filling him.


Choutarou bit his lip and moaned when Taki’s cries got higher in pitch and frequency. He was so close, but he felt wrong coming inside someone other than his rightful partner. The Vampire slammed down against his hips, trying to draw him as far into his body as possible. The first time he had had sex with Shishido the small male couldn’t take him completely, crying out in pain when he went too deep. The Vampire took him in completely, grinding their hips together as he screamed his pleasure.

“Taki-san I’m going to …” he pulled on the cuffs, he was stronger than the average human but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t do more than bend the headboard.

The little Vampire nodded, unable to articulate. He threaded his fingers into his long hair and arched back, crying out as his hips shifted and changed the angle. With a few more hard bounces he finally came screaming.

Choutarou cried out when the already tight passage clenched around him. He let out a bitter sob when his body betrayed him, falling into orgasm.

“Oh yes!” Taki moaned when Choutarou came, keeping himself tight to his hips as his body drank him down. He slouched forward onto his hands, panting. “I’m sorry Choutarou, I truly am …but I don’t regret it …” he glanced over his shoulder, eyes rimmed with red unshed tears. Pulling off of Choutarou’s body he grabbed a robe before flipping open the handcuffs and disappearing out of his room.