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Blood. Lust. (4/6)
Pairing: Sakumoto
Genre: Vampire AU, fantasy, drama
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Arashi or its members – this is a work of fiction.
Summary:Jun is the youngest son of a Royal House of vampires. Sho is only son of a rival Royal House. In order to maintain a peaceful status quo the Vampire Council decrees that the Royal Houses mate their sons with each other. After a humiliating incident in the past Jun wants nothing more than to stay as far away from Sho as possible and is determined to deny the match. Will Sho be able to win Jun’s love and more importantly does he even want to?
Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,
Satoshi poked his head out into the corridor alerted to Jun’s return by the hurried footsteps and slamming of the door to his bedroom. Sensing that all was not well with his brother, he decided to risk getting his head bitten off by asking after his welfare.
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“Get out!”
Satoshi easily avoided the book that flew past his head and entered Jun’s room anyway.
“I mean it!” Jun snarled.
“No you don't,” Satoshi replied confidently, as he settled himself in the squashy armchair under the heavily curtained window. “What's wrong?”
“N-nothing, it's just that...never mind.” Jun flung himself face first down on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“Jun, I'm serious. It’s Sakurai isn't it? What did he do?”
“He didn't do anything...well...we...we had sex.”
Satoshi barely stifled his hiss of disapproval. “Did he hurt you? Make you do something against your will?”
“No. It was...he drank from me…” Jun said softly as he flipped over onto his back and stared at Satoshi defiantly.
It was then that Satoshi noticed the pallor of Jun’s skin; it was almost transparent. “You need blood.” He pulled out his phone and texted their servants.
“Aren't you going to yell at me or lecture me?” Jun asked sulkily.
“You’re an adult and he is your intended mate. There's nothing wrong with exploring your feelings; but please be careful. Even though he explained what happened when you were at school and you’ve forgiven him, I fear that he will bring you trouble.”
Jun laughed and sat up, “Do you deliberately talk like an old wise woman just to annoy me?”
“Very funny,” Satoshi sneered as he got up and answered a soft knock on the door, taking a bottle of synthetic blood and a glass beaker from a maid. “When you've quite finished making fun of my concerns I want you to drink this.”
Jun involuntarily recoiled, “I'm fine, really.” The way he swayed slightly before flopping back down onto the bed belied his words.
“I know you don't like it, but at least drink a little,” Satoshi said as he handed Jun the glass.
Jun reluctantly sat up, wrinkling his nose at the smell and took a small sip, gagging slightly as he forced the liquid down his throat. His stomach instantly rebelled, sending waves of nausea through his body. He managed to keep it down, but not without a struggle.
Satoshi perched on the edge of the bed and rubbed Jun’s back, encouraging him to drink more. “I know this is hard for you, but you need it.”
“It doesn't taste right,” Jun whined.
Satoshi checked the label and realized that it wasn't Jun’s special blood product, but it would do for now. “Just drink as much as you can. It was irresponsible of Sakurai to take so much from you.”
“I offered it to him.”
“Does this mean that you’ve decided to mate with him?”
“No!” Jun turned away from Satoshi, hoping to hide the ever growing feelings that had taken root after Sho had taken him so skilfully. It was going to take more than one good (spectacular) fuck from Sho to change his mind. Sho had abandoned him once before and he wanted to be absolutely sure that it wasn't going to happen again, before he fully committed himself.
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Aiba looked around cautiously as he entered Crown Prince Sho’s apartment. He was still feeling spooked even though it had been a week since Sho had displayed his vampire side to him.
“Aiba-chan.”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
Sho emerged seemingly from nowhere as Aiba hyperventilated in shock, clutching his chest as if to prevent his heart from bursting out the front.
“Sorry if I startled you. This was not how my apology was supposed to go,” Sho said cautiously.
“N-no it's fine,” Aiba panted, pressing his back against the wall.
“Would you like to make us some tea? I think we need to talk.”
Aiba nodded vigorously as he scuttled past Sho to the kitchen.
When Aiba was settled at the kitchen counter, Sho opened the pantry door and pulled out a metal tin and pulled off the lid, offering it to him.
Aiba’s eyes grew wide as he looked over the enticing array of cookies that the tin contained. “May I take one? They look delicious.”
“Of course. They’re yours anyway. Jun made them for you.”
“For me?” Aiba paused with a cookie halfway to his mouth.
“By way of apology for my behaviour the other night. I'm sorry that I scared you. Please believe that I would never hurt you.”
“That's exactly what Mother said after she smacked me for being too nosy where your affairs are concerned,” Aiba replied with a slight blush.
“Please let me know in future if I make you uncomfortable and I will back off immediately,” Sho replied with a regal incline of his head before he went to attend to the paperwork that Aiba had delivered.
Aiba looked at the tin filled with perfect cookies and smiled; it seemed as if Prince Sho’s intended mate was having an improving effect on his employer already.
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“There you are.”
Jun jumped, his heart seeming to stop beating for a moment. He spun around, fangs bared as he prepared to defend himself.
Nino took a small step back, showing the palms of his hands to prove his good intentions. “Woah! It’s just me. Why are you so jumpy?”
“You snuck up on me while I was thinking,” Jun replied shakily.
Over the past few weeks Jun had often had the feeling that he was being watched. Considering his position in the vampire realm it wasn't something new, but this time it was different. He was convinced that he had seen the faint flash of orange eyes out of the corner of his eye, bringing all of his old feelings of dread rushing back.
Nino took in the tense way that Jun’s shoulders were bunched up under his ears and the slight twitch of the muscle under his left eye. “I can see if I can get the Council to back off a little if this whole mating thing is getting to you.”
“What? Um, I’m sure I'm just imagining things.”
“Imagining what things?” Nino asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
“I thought I saw someone from a long time ago.”
“Obviously not someone you were pleased to see.”
“No,” Jun replied flatly. “I’m sure I was wrong. Please don't make a big deal out of it and please don't tell Satoshi.”
“I won't but on one condition. You have to tell me immediately next time you think you see him. Okay?” Nino was worried, but he knew that there was no point in pressuring Jun right at that moment.
Before he could worm any further information out of Jun he was called to attend Jun’s father to deliver the message from the Vampire Council that had brought him there in the first place. By the time he emerged Jun was gone, apparently not wishing to be caught and questioned by him again. Nino decided that Jun’s twitchiness was a by-product of his nerves over the proposed mating date which he had just finalized with King Matsumoto; Jun had one more month before the mating was to take place, whether he was fully reconciled to it or not.
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King Matsumoto’s office was decorated exactly as humans would believe a vampire’s private space ought to be. When Jun was small, the gloomy atmosphere of the room with its dark draperies, dim lighting and musty smell had terrified him, but now he merely thought it to be overly theatrical.
Jun’s father was tall, powerfully built, and well-practiced in using his imposing figure to his best advantage. He was the type of man who expected his orders to be obeyed immediately and with no argument. What he personally considered to be Jun’s stubborn and foolish refusal to accept the Crown Prince of the Sakurai House was, in his own eyes, making him look as if he lacked the power to control his family; a feeling that did not sit well on his shoulders.
“You will stop this foolishness at once,” King Matsumoto boomed, his eyes flashing a dangerously deep shade of violet with flickers of green which only appeared when he was especially angry. “It has been agreed to by all parties. The mating will take place on the next full moon.”
“Without my agreement? Would you allow me to be taken by force?” Jun hissed.
“Stop being so overly dramatic. I believe Prince Sho to be a man of honour and very much doubt that he would do so,” King Matsumoto sighed.
“Man of honour? Perhaps.” Jun turned to leave but was halted by his father’s tight grip on his arm.
“Do not force me to put you under my influence. I take it that you would prefer to be fully aware while you are mated, but if you offer me no alternative then I will put you under a glamour of compliance that you will only awake from when you belong to Sakurai.” King Matsumoto’s fangs shone in the dull light.
Jun tried to walk away from his father but heaviness filled his body making his limbs impossible to move as a cloud of lethargy fogged his mind. He was unable to even protest as the King’s hypnotic gaze pinned him in place.
King Matsumoto stood behind his son and placed his hands on his shoulders, his lengthy fingernails digging into Jun’s flesh through his shirt as he breathed into his ear, “You can do this the hard way or the easy way, but you will do it.”
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Jun had visited Sho at his apartment several times now and appeared comfortable there, but this time he was stalking around the living room like a restless cat, seemingly unable to settle.
Sho had tried to ascertain what was wrong, but Jun had shrugged off his questions, merely stating that he had disagreed with his father earlier that evening and that it was nothing to do with Sho.
Unable to take any more of Jun’s pacing, and concerned by the worried frown that formed a crease between his eyebrows, Sho decided that he had the perfect means to distract Jun from his worries.
Sho moved across to the piano and began to softly stroke the keys, playing a tune that his mother would sing to him when he was tiny, and stubbornly refusing to sleep, even though the sun had already been up for several hours. It was a gentle and lilting melody which seemed to do the trick as Jun drifted over and leant on the piano, watching him with an unfamiliar softness.
Sho’s long and beautiful fingers caressed the keys as the veins stood out on his hands and arms, making heat pool in Jun’s stomach. Jun closed his eyes momentarily as the tension melted away from his shoulders and he felt the music flow through his body. Sho was biting his lip in concentration as he allowed his fingers to take over and guide him through the half-forgotten melody.
Lured by the music and by Sho’s calming aura, Jun settled beside him on the piano stool, his hand resting lightly on Sho’s inner thigh. Sho exhaled in surprise but continued to play as Jun’s fingers slid higher until they were brushing lightly against his crotch.
Jun hummed tunefully along with the music as he kneaded Sho’s cock through the fine fabric of his trousers, making Sho’s hands falter slightly on the keys. Jun made a sound of disapproval as he moved his hand away slightly until Sho was playing perfectly once again.
Encouraged by the growing bulge under his fingers Jun undid the button on Sho’s trousers and pulled down the zip, sliding his hand down into the opening in the front of Sho’s boxers and releasing Sho’s awakening cock.
After stroking it to a semi erect state, Jun ducked under Sho’s arms and took the engorged organ into his mouth. The strangled moan that issued from the back of Sho’s throat made Jun redouble his efforts.
As Jun’s head bobbed up and down in his lap Sho struggled to continue to play; he knew that if he wasn’t perfect Jun would abandon his task again as punishment.
Sho’s cock was large, and soon Jun’s jaw ached from taking him as deep as he could, so he pulled away and changed to teasing licks along its length, enjoying the way Sho squirmed when he dragged the tip of his tongue along the slit.
The tempo of the piece sped up in time with Jun’s hand and tongue as he worked Sho’s length, but every time Jun felt that Sho had made an error he pulled back, withdrawing contact until he deemed that Sho had learnt his lesson, until Sho’s hands slammed down on the keys one last time, his patience at an end.
Sho’s eyes burned with desire as he abruptly stood up, knocking the stool over behind him. He pulled Jun to his feet lifting him backwards and pinning him back against the piano, his ass pressing on the keys. Jun hissed and struck out at the manhandling but Sho caught his hand, pinning it back onto the top of the piano as he hastily dragged Jun’s jeans and underwear down his legs.
Jun’s eyes flamed and he kicked the restricting clothes away from his ankles, snarling at Sho and leaning backwards with half-lidded eyes.
Behind the bravado and teasing, Sho caught a glimpse of something else in Jun’s eyes and posture. He could feel Jun’s hand trembling in his before he gently released it. Pulling Jun more upright and cupping his face, Sho stroked the soft skin with his thumb and pressed his lips gently against Jun’s mouth.
Jun tensed before relaxing into Sho’s embrace, returning the kiss with a small sigh, his lips parting to allow Sho’s tongue entrance.
Stroking Jun’s neck, Sho could feel Jun’s pulse racing under his fingertips as they continued to share feather light kisses.
“You are so beautiful, Pet, even when you tease,” Sho said as he pressed a series of pecks across Jun’s cheeks and eyelids.
Jun wanted to protest at the term of endearment that Sho had decided upon for him, but something about the word conveyed a sense of comfort. He reached up and tangled his fingers in Sho’s hair, holding him in place as he licked a stray bead of sweat from the side of his temple.
Sho said quietly, “I want you so badly right now. I want to be inside you right here.”
Jun shivered at the dark intent in Sho’s voice. “Then do it. Fuck me.”
Sho nodded, removing his clothes and retrieving a condom from his pocket before pulling off Jun’s shirt, leaving him sprawled naked across the piano. The contrast of Jun’s alabaster pale skin against the ebony of the instrument made Sho pause for a moment to take in the full beauty of what was being offered to him.
Jun mewled softly as Sho pulled him down to the keyboard and slowly pressed into him. Sho moved slowly and carefully, kissing Jun and stroking him until he could slide in no further.
Jun’s eyes lost their purple sheen as Sho gently eased himself out slightly before pressing his hips forward, rocking against Jun’s pelvis.
Confronted by Jun’s wide brown eyes that conveyed myriad emotions, Sho felt the fire leaving his own. He returned Jun’s gaze with his naturally dark brown orbs in an attempt to convince him of the sincerity of his feelings.
They moved slowly together, Jun’s movements creating a strange music as he shifted across the keys in response to Sho’s slow, shallow thrusts.
Sho wrapped his arms underneath Jun's knees, folding his legs upwards and outwards in a position that Jun would have previously thought impossible. Words of protest formed in Jun's mind, but were instantly quelled as Sho bent him backwards until his shoulders almost touched the lid of the piano. The feeling of Sho’s fangs scraping along the side of his neck made Jun shiver before crying out as they pierced his skin.
Warmth flooded Jun’s body as Sho gently lapped at the beads of blood that welled up from the shallow punctures. He became hypersensitive to Sho moving within him and over him, breath catching in his throat at the tender look in Sho’s eyes as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
“You are so beautiful like this, my pet,” Sho crooned. “And soon you will be mine.”
“S-Sho.” Jun meant to argue, to deny Sho’s words, to hiss and disagree. Instead of all of those things, he whimpered needily, clenching around Sho in an attempt to hold him deep within his body and prolong this feeling of being one with his lover.
Hands scrabbling for purchase on the highly polished surface, Jun arched his back in a silent plea for Sho to continue to drink from him, but Sho shook his head in refusal.
“No, Pet. I will make you too weak.” Sho ran his finger over the puncture marks, caressing and soothing the broken skin before healing the wounds with a kiss.
Reaching down between their bodies Sho took hold of Jun’s cock and began to pump it in time with the movement of his hips, his nails lengthening and touching lightly on the sensitive skin. Jun almost immediately came, tipped over the edge by the slight pain of Sho’s actions, his body shuddering as he was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.
The piano continued to emit a series of random notes, punctuating the sharp snap of Sho’s hips as he continued to rut against Jun who was sagging bonelessly after his intense orgasm.
Reaching behind Jun’s head to grip his hair, Sho pulled the binding away, allowing the glossy blue-black locks to cascade down past Jun’s shoulders. Gripping a coil of the silken strands Sho tugged Jun closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Sho’s fist tightened convulsively, jerking Jun’s head backwards as he came hard, breathing the words “I love...” against Jun’s collarbone.
Recoiling away Jun asked “Love? Love what?”
Sensing that Jun was poised for flight, even though pinned against the piano, Sho chose the safe answer, “Your hair, it's so beautiful. Why don't you ever wear it down?”
Blushing furiously as Sho carefully separated from him, Jun mumbled, “It’s old fashioned, like some fairy-tale vampire living in a castle somewhere waiting for their prince to come. Father insists that Satoshi and I keep our hair long until we are mated, according to family tradition.”
Sho pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around Jun’s shoulders before helping him down from his perch on the piano.
When they were sitting together comfortably in the deep bath, sharing a bottle of wine, Sho returned to the subject. “But Satoshi is fifty years older than you and unmated. Why is his hair so short?”
Now that he no longer had to look Sho in the eyes, Jun was feeling much more relaxed. He sighed and leant back against Sho’s chest, “The rules don't apply to Satoshi. As Crown Prince he has controlled his own life since he left school. He may appear easy going but even Father fears him when he becomes angry.”
Jun shivered involuntarily at the memory of Satoshi wreaking havoc at his school after uncovering the systematic bullying that he had been subjected to over the months since Sho’s sudden departure. Even Yamamoto, his main tormentor had backed off, eventually transferring to a different school.
As Sho played with the smooth strands of Jun’s hair, sliding them through his fingers he asked, “But shouldn't your hair be longer also?” It was barely past Jun’s shoulders, something that Sho regretted.
“I get it trimmed regularly. Since I always wear it tied up Father can't possibly tell the difference.” Jun said. “Of course I will cut it after I am mated.”
“What if I ask you to keep it?”
“Why?” Jun asked drowsily, momentarily forgetting his resistance to the mating.
“Because it's beautiful and sexy, just like you,” Sho replied, gathering Jun’s damp hair into one hand and allowing his lips to wander down the side of Jun’s long neck.
“Flatterer,” Jun huffed. The red tips of his ears giving a hint that the words had found their intended mark.
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"Good morning Pet. Where are you going? The sun is only just setting." Blinking sleepily Sho squinted at his watch.
Jun hadn't meant to fall asleep and especially not in Sho's arms. The sex had been fantastic, but the intensity of his feelings for Sho had taken him by surprise. He needed some time to process what this meant for his future. "I'm just ducking out to grab some croissants for breakfast. At this time of night they're still warm from the oven."
Sho sat up and stared as if he was trying to see inside Jun's mind. "I thought you might be running away."
"Why would I do that?" His voice came out at an oddly high pitch and Jun hastily cleared his throat. Sho's uncanny ability to know what he was thinking was both impressive and annoying in equal parts.
"Something changed between us and I worry that you will try and pretend that it didn't."
“I promise that I’ll be as quick as I can and then we can have a serious discussion about our future. I’m sure that we will will both feel more awake with full stomachs.” Unable to look into Sho's large round eyes and see the emotions contained within, Jun hastily snatched up his clothes and fled.
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The sun had just dipped far enough below the horizon to make it safe for Jun to be able to walk in the open without protection from its dangerous rays. In normal times it was usual for a bodyguard to accompany him whenever he ventured out alone, since his unmated state and position as son of one the most powerful Royal Houses rendered him vulnerable. Sho’s apartment had been deemed a safe zone for him, considering Sho’s own guards were on twenty-four hour duty at the entranceway to the building.
“Where does your Royal Highness wish to go?” The burly vampire named Nagase snapped to attention at Jun’s approach. Although tall and imposing, he possessed a friendly nature and Jun most often asked for him to drive him home after his dates with Sho.
“I’m just going to the bakery. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” Jun tried to slide past but he was foiled as Nagase blocked his way.
“I will drive you and it will only take five minutes,” Nagase said firmly.
“It’s only a block away, it looks like a beautiful night and I guess you’re about to go off duty. I’m sure you must be eager to get home to your wife and children. I’ll be perfectly fine.” Jun babbled the words quickly as he edged past the tall vampire before he had the chance to argue.
“Right…well…okay, but ring if you have any trouble.” Upon discovering that he was talking to an empty space Nagase sighed and went to clock off. It seemed at remote chance at best that the Prince would encounter any trouble so early in the evening in this area which mostly consisted of luxury apartments for high ranking vampires.
Breathing a sigh of relief at his escape, Jun folded the collar of his coat up around his ears, partially hiding his face. After checking to make sure that he wasn’t being followed by Nagase, instead of turning left to go to the bakery Jun turned right and hurried away from the apartment building.
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A soft breeze wafted the heady scent of night blooming flowers across to where Jun huddled on a stone bench. The park was small and rarely frequented but it had seemed to be the perfect place for him to sit and get his thoughts into order.
Five minutes peace was all he needed; a chance to breathe in the heavy perfume of the luminous white blooms and to try and put his newly discovered feelings into perspective. If he called a taxi he would be able to make it to the bakery and back without Sho even missing him.
What Jun didn’t expect though, was the hand that knocked his phone onto the concrete pathway and the orange eyes that loomed at him out of the darkness.
“Hello insect.”
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With a groan, Sho stretched himself out and stumbled out of bed. He remembered Jun rushing off to buy pastries and the thought of what must be waiting for him in the kitchen made his stomach rumble.
Perhaps he might even persuade Jun to join him back in bed after eating; there were so many more things he wanted to do with him, many of which revolved around his newly discovered long hair.
But the kitchen was empty of both Jun and breakfast, so Sho blearily shuffled over to the fridge and grabbed a bag of blood instead, hoping that it would help to wake him properly.
As he leant on the countertop Sho sensed movement from the end of the corridor leading to his apartment. For a moment he hoped that it might be Jun, but instead of of the reassuring heartbeat of his intended mate, he only heard the sounds of a human’s breathing and the tuneless whistle which could only belong to Aiba.
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The hours passed and Jun neither returned to the apartment or called to explain his absence. His phone remained unanswered and gradually Sho felt anger replacing his feelings of concern.
It had seemed that Jun was finally beginning to return his feelings, to at least be prepared to consider mating with him, but now Sho was convinced that Jun’s emotions had quickly faded along with the afterglow from last night's session of sex.
With a snarl Sho picked up his phone and flung it against the wall of his living
room, startling Aiba and shattering it into dozens of pieces.
It took the last vestiges of his self control to politely ask the human to leave.
After Aiba scurried from the apartment Sho allowed his inner vampire free reign; obviously Jun’s promises meant nothing.
Genre: Vampire AU, fantasy, drama
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Arashi or its members – this is a work of fiction.
Summary:Jun is the youngest son of a Royal House of vampires. Sho is only son of a rival Royal House. In order to maintain a peaceful status quo the Vampire Council decrees that the Royal Houses mate their sons with each other. After a humiliating incident in the past Jun wants nothing more than to stay as far away from Sho as possible and is determined to deny the match. Will Sho be able to win Jun’s love and more importantly does he even want to?
Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,
Satoshi poked his head out into the corridor alerted to Jun’s return by the hurried footsteps and slamming of the door to his bedroom. Sensing that all was not well with his brother, he decided to risk getting his head bitten off by asking after his welfare.
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“Get out!”
Satoshi easily avoided the book that flew past his head and entered Jun’s room anyway.
“I mean it!” Jun snarled.
“No you don't,” Satoshi replied confidently, as he settled himself in the squashy armchair under the heavily curtained window. “What's wrong?”
“N-nothing, it's just that...never mind.” Jun flung himself face first down on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“Jun, I'm serious. It’s Sakurai isn't it? What did he do?”
“He didn't do anything...well...we...we had sex.”
Satoshi barely stifled his hiss of disapproval. “Did he hurt you? Make you do something against your will?”
“No. It was...he drank from me…” Jun said softly as he flipped over onto his back and stared at Satoshi defiantly.
It was then that Satoshi noticed the pallor of Jun’s skin; it was almost transparent. “You need blood.” He pulled out his phone and texted their servants.
“Aren't you going to yell at me or lecture me?” Jun asked sulkily.
“You’re an adult and he is your intended mate. There's nothing wrong with exploring your feelings; but please be careful. Even though he explained what happened when you were at school and you’ve forgiven him, I fear that he will bring you trouble.”
Jun laughed and sat up, “Do you deliberately talk like an old wise woman just to annoy me?”
“Very funny,” Satoshi sneered as he got up and answered a soft knock on the door, taking a bottle of synthetic blood and a glass beaker from a maid. “When you've quite finished making fun of my concerns I want you to drink this.”
Jun involuntarily recoiled, “I'm fine, really.” The way he swayed slightly before flopping back down onto the bed belied his words.
“I know you don't like it, but at least drink a little,” Satoshi said as he handed Jun the glass.
Jun reluctantly sat up, wrinkling his nose at the smell and took a small sip, gagging slightly as he forced the liquid down his throat. His stomach instantly rebelled, sending waves of nausea through his body. He managed to keep it down, but not without a struggle.
Satoshi perched on the edge of the bed and rubbed Jun’s back, encouraging him to drink more. “I know this is hard for you, but you need it.”
“It doesn't taste right,” Jun whined.
Satoshi checked the label and realized that it wasn't Jun’s special blood product, but it would do for now. “Just drink as much as you can. It was irresponsible of Sakurai to take so much from you.”
“I offered it to him.”
“Does this mean that you’ve decided to mate with him?”
“No!” Jun turned away from Satoshi, hoping to hide the ever growing feelings that had taken root after Sho had taken him so skilfully. It was going to take more than one good (spectacular) fuck from Sho to change his mind. Sho had abandoned him once before and he wanted to be absolutely sure that it wasn't going to happen again, before he fully committed himself.
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Aiba looked around cautiously as he entered Crown Prince Sho’s apartment. He was still feeling spooked even though it had been a week since Sho had displayed his vampire side to him.
“Aiba-chan.”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
Sho emerged seemingly from nowhere as Aiba hyperventilated in shock, clutching his chest as if to prevent his heart from bursting out the front.
“Sorry if I startled you. This was not how my apology was supposed to go,” Sho said cautiously.
“N-no it's fine,” Aiba panted, pressing his back against the wall.
“Would you like to make us some tea? I think we need to talk.”
Aiba nodded vigorously as he scuttled past Sho to the kitchen.
When Aiba was settled at the kitchen counter, Sho opened the pantry door and pulled out a metal tin and pulled off the lid, offering it to him.
Aiba’s eyes grew wide as he looked over the enticing array of cookies that the tin contained. “May I take one? They look delicious.”
“Of course. They’re yours anyway. Jun made them for you.”
“For me?” Aiba paused with a cookie halfway to his mouth.
“By way of apology for my behaviour the other night. I'm sorry that I scared you. Please believe that I would never hurt you.”
“That's exactly what Mother said after she smacked me for being too nosy where your affairs are concerned,” Aiba replied with a slight blush.
“Please let me know in future if I make you uncomfortable and I will back off immediately,” Sho replied with a regal incline of his head before he went to attend to the paperwork that Aiba had delivered.
Aiba looked at the tin filled with perfect cookies and smiled; it seemed as if Prince Sho’s intended mate was having an improving effect on his employer already.
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“There you are.”
Jun jumped, his heart seeming to stop beating for a moment. He spun around, fangs bared as he prepared to defend himself.
Nino took a small step back, showing the palms of his hands to prove his good intentions. “Woah! It’s just me. Why are you so jumpy?”
“You snuck up on me while I was thinking,” Jun replied shakily.
Over the past few weeks Jun had often had the feeling that he was being watched. Considering his position in the vampire realm it wasn't something new, but this time it was different. He was convinced that he had seen the faint flash of orange eyes out of the corner of his eye, bringing all of his old feelings of dread rushing back.
Nino took in the tense way that Jun’s shoulders were bunched up under his ears and the slight twitch of the muscle under his left eye. “I can see if I can get the Council to back off a little if this whole mating thing is getting to you.”
“What? Um, I’m sure I'm just imagining things.”
“Imagining what things?” Nino asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
“I thought I saw someone from a long time ago.”
“Obviously not someone you were pleased to see.”
“No,” Jun replied flatly. “I’m sure I was wrong. Please don't make a big deal out of it and please don't tell Satoshi.”
“I won't but on one condition. You have to tell me immediately next time you think you see him. Okay?” Nino was worried, but he knew that there was no point in pressuring Jun right at that moment.
Before he could worm any further information out of Jun he was called to attend Jun’s father to deliver the message from the Vampire Council that had brought him there in the first place. By the time he emerged Jun was gone, apparently not wishing to be caught and questioned by him again. Nino decided that Jun’s twitchiness was a by-product of his nerves over the proposed mating date which he had just finalized with King Matsumoto; Jun had one more month before the mating was to take place, whether he was fully reconciled to it or not.
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King Matsumoto’s office was decorated exactly as humans would believe a vampire’s private space ought to be. When Jun was small, the gloomy atmosphere of the room with its dark draperies, dim lighting and musty smell had terrified him, but now he merely thought it to be overly theatrical.
Jun’s father was tall, powerfully built, and well-practiced in using his imposing figure to his best advantage. He was the type of man who expected his orders to be obeyed immediately and with no argument. What he personally considered to be Jun’s stubborn and foolish refusal to accept the Crown Prince of the Sakurai House was, in his own eyes, making him look as if he lacked the power to control his family; a feeling that did not sit well on his shoulders.
“You will stop this foolishness at once,” King Matsumoto boomed, his eyes flashing a dangerously deep shade of violet with flickers of green which only appeared when he was especially angry. “It has been agreed to by all parties. The mating will take place on the next full moon.”
“Without my agreement? Would you allow me to be taken by force?” Jun hissed.
“Stop being so overly dramatic. I believe Prince Sho to be a man of honour and very much doubt that he would do so,” King Matsumoto sighed.
“Man of honour? Perhaps.” Jun turned to leave but was halted by his father’s tight grip on his arm.
“Do not force me to put you under my influence. I take it that you would prefer to be fully aware while you are mated, but if you offer me no alternative then I will put you under a glamour of compliance that you will only awake from when you belong to Sakurai.” King Matsumoto’s fangs shone in the dull light.
Jun tried to walk away from his father but heaviness filled his body making his limbs impossible to move as a cloud of lethargy fogged his mind. He was unable to even protest as the King’s hypnotic gaze pinned him in place.
King Matsumoto stood behind his son and placed his hands on his shoulders, his lengthy fingernails digging into Jun’s flesh through his shirt as he breathed into his ear, “You can do this the hard way or the easy way, but you will do it.”
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Jun had visited Sho at his apartment several times now and appeared comfortable there, but this time he was stalking around the living room like a restless cat, seemingly unable to settle.
Sho had tried to ascertain what was wrong, but Jun had shrugged off his questions, merely stating that he had disagreed with his father earlier that evening and that it was nothing to do with Sho.
Unable to take any more of Jun’s pacing, and concerned by the worried frown that formed a crease between his eyebrows, Sho decided that he had the perfect means to distract Jun from his worries.
Sho moved across to the piano and began to softly stroke the keys, playing a tune that his mother would sing to him when he was tiny, and stubbornly refusing to sleep, even though the sun had already been up for several hours. It was a gentle and lilting melody which seemed to do the trick as Jun drifted over and leant on the piano, watching him with an unfamiliar softness.
Sho’s long and beautiful fingers caressed the keys as the veins stood out on his hands and arms, making heat pool in Jun’s stomach. Jun closed his eyes momentarily as the tension melted away from his shoulders and he felt the music flow through his body. Sho was biting his lip in concentration as he allowed his fingers to take over and guide him through the half-forgotten melody.
Lured by the music and by Sho’s calming aura, Jun settled beside him on the piano stool, his hand resting lightly on Sho’s inner thigh. Sho exhaled in surprise but continued to play as Jun’s fingers slid higher until they were brushing lightly against his crotch.
Jun hummed tunefully along with the music as he kneaded Sho’s cock through the fine fabric of his trousers, making Sho’s hands falter slightly on the keys. Jun made a sound of disapproval as he moved his hand away slightly until Sho was playing perfectly once again.
Encouraged by the growing bulge under his fingers Jun undid the button on Sho’s trousers and pulled down the zip, sliding his hand down into the opening in the front of Sho’s boxers and releasing Sho’s awakening cock.
After stroking it to a semi erect state, Jun ducked under Sho’s arms and took the engorged organ into his mouth. The strangled moan that issued from the back of Sho’s throat made Jun redouble his efforts.
As Jun’s head bobbed up and down in his lap Sho struggled to continue to play; he knew that if he wasn’t perfect Jun would abandon his task again as punishment.
Sho’s cock was large, and soon Jun’s jaw ached from taking him as deep as he could, so he pulled away and changed to teasing licks along its length, enjoying the way Sho squirmed when he dragged the tip of his tongue along the slit.
The tempo of the piece sped up in time with Jun’s hand and tongue as he worked Sho’s length, but every time Jun felt that Sho had made an error he pulled back, withdrawing contact until he deemed that Sho had learnt his lesson, until Sho’s hands slammed down on the keys one last time, his patience at an end.
Sho’s eyes burned with desire as he abruptly stood up, knocking the stool over behind him. He pulled Jun to his feet lifting him backwards and pinning him back against the piano, his ass pressing on the keys. Jun hissed and struck out at the manhandling but Sho caught his hand, pinning it back onto the top of the piano as he hastily dragged Jun’s jeans and underwear down his legs.
Jun’s eyes flamed and he kicked the restricting clothes away from his ankles, snarling at Sho and leaning backwards with half-lidded eyes.
Behind the bravado and teasing, Sho caught a glimpse of something else in Jun’s eyes and posture. He could feel Jun’s hand trembling in his before he gently released it. Pulling Jun more upright and cupping his face, Sho stroked the soft skin with his thumb and pressed his lips gently against Jun’s mouth.
Jun tensed before relaxing into Sho’s embrace, returning the kiss with a small sigh, his lips parting to allow Sho’s tongue entrance.
Stroking Jun’s neck, Sho could feel Jun’s pulse racing under his fingertips as they continued to share feather light kisses.
“You are so beautiful, Pet, even when you tease,” Sho said as he pressed a series of pecks across Jun’s cheeks and eyelids.
Jun wanted to protest at the term of endearment that Sho had decided upon for him, but something about the word conveyed a sense of comfort. He reached up and tangled his fingers in Sho’s hair, holding him in place as he licked a stray bead of sweat from the side of his temple.
Sho said quietly, “I want you so badly right now. I want to be inside you right here.”
Jun shivered at the dark intent in Sho’s voice. “Then do it. Fuck me.”
Sho nodded, removing his clothes and retrieving a condom from his pocket before pulling off Jun’s shirt, leaving him sprawled naked across the piano. The contrast of Jun’s alabaster pale skin against the ebony of the instrument made Sho pause for a moment to take in the full beauty of what was being offered to him.
Jun mewled softly as Sho pulled him down to the keyboard and slowly pressed into him. Sho moved slowly and carefully, kissing Jun and stroking him until he could slide in no further.
Jun’s eyes lost their purple sheen as Sho gently eased himself out slightly before pressing his hips forward, rocking against Jun’s pelvis.
Confronted by Jun’s wide brown eyes that conveyed myriad emotions, Sho felt the fire leaving his own. He returned Jun’s gaze with his naturally dark brown orbs in an attempt to convince him of the sincerity of his feelings.
They moved slowly together, Jun’s movements creating a strange music as he shifted across the keys in response to Sho’s slow, shallow thrusts.
Sho wrapped his arms underneath Jun's knees, folding his legs upwards and outwards in a position that Jun would have previously thought impossible. Words of protest formed in Jun's mind, but were instantly quelled as Sho bent him backwards until his shoulders almost touched the lid of the piano. The feeling of Sho’s fangs scraping along the side of his neck made Jun shiver before crying out as they pierced his skin.
Warmth flooded Jun’s body as Sho gently lapped at the beads of blood that welled up from the shallow punctures. He became hypersensitive to Sho moving within him and over him, breath catching in his throat at the tender look in Sho’s eyes as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
“You are so beautiful like this, my pet,” Sho crooned. “And soon you will be mine.”
“S-Sho.” Jun meant to argue, to deny Sho’s words, to hiss and disagree. Instead of all of those things, he whimpered needily, clenching around Sho in an attempt to hold him deep within his body and prolong this feeling of being one with his lover.
Hands scrabbling for purchase on the highly polished surface, Jun arched his back in a silent plea for Sho to continue to drink from him, but Sho shook his head in refusal.
“No, Pet. I will make you too weak.” Sho ran his finger over the puncture marks, caressing and soothing the broken skin before healing the wounds with a kiss.
Reaching down between their bodies Sho took hold of Jun’s cock and began to pump it in time with the movement of his hips, his nails lengthening and touching lightly on the sensitive skin. Jun almost immediately came, tipped over the edge by the slight pain of Sho’s actions, his body shuddering as he was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.
The piano continued to emit a series of random notes, punctuating the sharp snap of Sho’s hips as he continued to rut against Jun who was sagging bonelessly after his intense orgasm.
Reaching behind Jun’s head to grip his hair, Sho pulled the binding away, allowing the glossy blue-black locks to cascade down past Jun’s shoulders. Gripping a coil of the silken strands Sho tugged Jun closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Sho’s fist tightened convulsively, jerking Jun’s head backwards as he came hard, breathing the words “I love...” against Jun’s collarbone.
Recoiling away Jun asked “Love? Love what?”
Sensing that Jun was poised for flight, even though pinned against the piano, Sho chose the safe answer, “Your hair, it's so beautiful. Why don't you ever wear it down?”
Blushing furiously as Sho carefully separated from him, Jun mumbled, “It’s old fashioned, like some fairy-tale vampire living in a castle somewhere waiting for their prince to come. Father insists that Satoshi and I keep our hair long until we are mated, according to family tradition.”
Sho pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around Jun’s shoulders before helping him down from his perch on the piano.
When they were sitting together comfortably in the deep bath, sharing a bottle of wine, Sho returned to the subject. “But Satoshi is fifty years older than you and unmated. Why is his hair so short?”
Now that he no longer had to look Sho in the eyes, Jun was feeling much more relaxed. He sighed and leant back against Sho’s chest, “The rules don't apply to Satoshi. As Crown Prince he has controlled his own life since he left school. He may appear easy going but even Father fears him when he becomes angry.”
Jun shivered involuntarily at the memory of Satoshi wreaking havoc at his school after uncovering the systematic bullying that he had been subjected to over the months since Sho’s sudden departure. Even Yamamoto, his main tormentor had backed off, eventually transferring to a different school.
As Sho played with the smooth strands of Jun’s hair, sliding them through his fingers he asked, “But shouldn't your hair be longer also?” It was barely past Jun’s shoulders, something that Sho regretted.
“I get it trimmed regularly. Since I always wear it tied up Father can't possibly tell the difference.” Jun said. “Of course I will cut it after I am mated.”
“What if I ask you to keep it?”
“Why?” Jun asked drowsily, momentarily forgetting his resistance to the mating.
“Because it's beautiful and sexy, just like you,” Sho replied, gathering Jun’s damp hair into one hand and allowing his lips to wander down the side of Jun’s long neck.
“Flatterer,” Jun huffed. The red tips of his ears giving a hint that the words had found their intended mark.
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"Good morning Pet. Where are you going? The sun is only just setting." Blinking sleepily Sho squinted at his watch.
Jun hadn't meant to fall asleep and especially not in Sho's arms. The sex had been fantastic, but the intensity of his feelings for Sho had taken him by surprise. He needed some time to process what this meant for his future. "I'm just ducking out to grab some croissants for breakfast. At this time of night they're still warm from the oven."
Sho sat up and stared as if he was trying to see inside Jun's mind. "I thought you might be running away."
"Why would I do that?" His voice came out at an oddly high pitch and Jun hastily cleared his throat. Sho's uncanny ability to know what he was thinking was both impressive and annoying in equal parts.
"Something changed between us and I worry that you will try and pretend that it didn't."
“I promise that I’ll be as quick as I can and then we can have a serious discussion about our future. I’m sure that we will will both feel more awake with full stomachs.” Unable to look into Sho's large round eyes and see the emotions contained within, Jun hastily snatched up his clothes and fled.
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The sun had just dipped far enough below the horizon to make it safe for Jun to be able to walk in the open without protection from its dangerous rays. In normal times it was usual for a bodyguard to accompany him whenever he ventured out alone, since his unmated state and position as son of one the most powerful Royal Houses rendered him vulnerable. Sho’s apartment had been deemed a safe zone for him, considering Sho’s own guards were on twenty-four hour duty at the entranceway to the building.
“Where does your Royal Highness wish to go?” The burly vampire named Nagase snapped to attention at Jun’s approach. Although tall and imposing, he possessed a friendly nature and Jun most often asked for him to drive him home after his dates with Sho.
“I’m just going to the bakery. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” Jun tried to slide past but he was foiled as Nagase blocked his way.
“I will drive you and it will only take five minutes,” Nagase said firmly.
“It’s only a block away, it looks like a beautiful night and I guess you’re about to go off duty. I’m sure you must be eager to get home to your wife and children. I’ll be perfectly fine.” Jun babbled the words quickly as he edged past the tall vampire before he had the chance to argue.
“Right…well…okay, but ring if you have any trouble.” Upon discovering that he was talking to an empty space Nagase sighed and went to clock off. It seemed at remote chance at best that the Prince would encounter any trouble so early in the evening in this area which mostly consisted of luxury apartments for high ranking vampires.
Breathing a sigh of relief at his escape, Jun folded the collar of his coat up around his ears, partially hiding his face. After checking to make sure that he wasn’t being followed by Nagase, instead of turning left to go to the bakery Jun turned right and hurried away from the apartment building.
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A soft breeze wafted the heady scent of night blooming flowers across to where Jun huddled on a stone bench. The park was small and rarely frequented but it had seemed to be the perfect place for him to sit and get his thoughts into order.
Five minutes peace was all he needed; a chance to breathe in the heavy perfume of the luminous white blooms and to try and put his newly discovered feelings into perspective. If he called a taxi he would be able to make it to the bakery and back without Sho even missing him.
What Jun didn’t expect though, was the hand that knocked his phone onto the concrete pathway and the orange eyes that loomed at him out of the darkness.
“Hello insect.”
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With a groan, Sho stretched himself out and stumbled out of bed. He remembered Jun rushing off to buy pastries and the thought of what must be waiting for him in the kitchen made his stomach rumble.
Perhaps he might even persuade Jun to join him back in bed after eating; there were so many more things he wanted to do with him, many of which revolved around his newly discovered long hair.
But the kitchen was empty of both Jun and breakfast, so Sho blearily shuffled over to the fridge and grabbed a bag of blood instead, hoping that it would help to wake him properly.
As he leant on the countertop Sho sensed movement from the end of the corridor leading to his apartment. For a moment he hoped that it might be Jun, but instead of of the reassuring heartbeat of his intended mate, he only heard the sounds of a human’s breathing and the tuneless whistle which could only belong to Aiba.
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The hours passed and Jun neither returned to the apartment or called to explain his absence. His phone remained unanswered and gradually Sho felt anger replacing his feelings of concern.
It had seemed that Jun was finally beginning to return his feelings, to at least be prepared to consider mating with him, but now Sho was convinced that Jun’s emotions had quickly faded along with the afterglow from last night's session of sex.
With a snarl Sho picked up his phone and flung it against the wall of his living
room, startling Aiba and shattering it into dozens of pieces.
It took the last vestiges of his self control to politely ask the human to leave.
After Aiba scurried from the apartment Sho allowed his inner vampire free reign; obviously Jun’s promises meant nothing.