boys from nowhere
Title: Boys from Nowhere
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; vampire AU should say it all
Word Count: 3197
Summary: Nakamaru doesn’t really have any high expectations these days.
Notes: This happened, and then this happened after some sekky_chan-style coercion.
Nakamaru startles awake. There’s a commotion in the living room, and the sun is peeking in around the edges of his curtains. They block out most of the light, but enough seeps in to make it hard to sleep. He rolls out of bed, pulling up his checked pyjama pants, and stumbles out of his room.
Fully expecting a break-in, Nakamaru is torn between relief and annoyance when he realizes all of the noise is coming from the television. It seems to be some sort of ultra-violent program, and his flatmate’s nose is practically pressed against the screen. He’s not wearing pants.
“Junno!” Nakamaru has to shout to be heard. It takes a few tries, but finally he’s heard.
“What?” Junno barely looks his way, and Nakamaru massages the bridge of his nose.
“Could you turn it down? It’s loud enough to wake the dead in here.”
“Well, technically, Yuichi,” Junno begins, sounding as if he’s talking to a particularly dull child, “we are dead. Sort of.”
Nakamaru hates it when he turns to logic. He rolls his eyes, finally noticing what Junno is watching. “Didn’t this just come on? Yesterday?”
Junno looks a little evasive. “Yeah...”
“Why are you watching it again?”
“Because,” Junno sniffs. Nakamaru clenches his jaw; he’s not been awake long enough to get into any arguments. The action on the screen winds down, and Junno stops paying Nakamaru any attention when what must be the protagonist appears on screen, ruffled and breathing heavily-- no, practically panting-- and Nakamaru realizes why he can’t get any sleep.
“Oh no, no, not another crush! Don’t you remember the last time you had a crush on a human?!”
“It was ages ago.” Junno doesn’t even look at him as he dismisses him. “Besides, we don’t even live in that village anymore. Last I heard, it was deserted, anyway.”
Nakamaru had heard that too; it was beside the point. He’d had a really nice cottage there, and it still upsets him to think about what happened to it. A dubious noise breaks his reverie, and Nakamaru looks up in time to get a good look at the human that Junno’s got a crush on.
He’s got dark hair, and soft eyes, and small hands. Nakamaru can see why Junno would go for that sort of thing. He won’t even think about the human’s pouting lips. It’s too dangerous. It’s too much like envisioning dinner.
Nakamaru coughs and slinks out of the room. He’s almost gotten his door shut when Junno hollers from the living room.
“We’re going out tonight, so you’d better get all of your rest!”
*
Later, much later, Nakamaru wakes up again. This time his room is bathed in darkness, though there’s still noise from the rest of the flat. Junno’s taken to listening to human hip-hop, and it might be the most horrible thing he’s ever had to endure, life and unlife combined.
He rolls out of bed and staggers to his bathroom; he’s thankful that he listened to Junno for once when he’d insisted upon not having a shared toilet. He’d never get to use the mirror if they’d gone for the smaller, one bathroom flat that Nakamaru had originally looked at.
Showered, clean, and dressed sensibly-- dark jeans with a short-sleeved button-down shirt-- Nakamaru ventures into the living room. Thankfully, the noise has died down and he can choose his shoes in peace.
Junno’s cologne enters the room before he does, and Nakamaru wishes that they’d never broken into the same house all those years ago. He’d kept turning up after that, exactly like a bad penny, and Nakamaru had eventually caved, figuring they might as well join forces, or something like that.
Nakamaru takes his boots and his favorite seat, doing his best to ignore the other. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see that Junno’s got on the tightest pair of pants he’s ever seen paired with a shirt that’s maybe just a tad too large. His eye twitches at the gaudy sneakers he’s dug out of his side of the coat closet.
“You know you’re just jealous of my sweet kicks,” Junno says. “Also you look like the boringest person ever to bore; how are you gonna pick up dinner like that?”
“I’ll manage.” Nakamaru stands, groaning when Junno sympathetically nods.
“You’ll just end up breaking into a blood bank, I know it. Let’s go.”
Nakamaru doesn’t mention all of the times Junno had had to break into blood banks; the night would definitely go better if he were jovial. He shuts and locks the door behind him, ignoring Junno’s snort of laughter, and the rest of their walk is silent.
It’s not very far from their flat; it’s definitely a newer establishment that Junno leads them to, though. Nakamaru doesn’t comment on the bar’s name-- Parasite-- and simply heads for the nearest, darkest table.
“What?” Junno asks. “Technically, that’s what we are.”
Every time Junno utters the word “technically”, Nakamaru wishes strangling him would shut him up for more than a few minutes. He redeems himself shortly when he weaves through the crowd and to the bar, returning with two tall glasses of warm blood. It’s pig’s, but it’s not the worst Nakamaru has had and it is better than sitting there and having to smell the few humans that have wandered in and be unable to distract himself.
They sip their drinks in a companionable silence, eyes scanning the crowd. It’s actually not as terrible as Nakamaru thought it would be; it’s a little seedier than where he’d have taken them, but he can cope with that.
Junno’s draped over his chair, actually succeeding in looking bored when the door opens, allowing a rush of street air in, as well as a human. Immediately, Junno sits up, leaning forward in his seat. He elbows Nakamaru. “It’s him,” he whispers urgently, and Nakamaru squints.
He’s a little bundled up, especially considering that it’s the height of summer, and it does absolutely nothing to hide his scent. Nakamaru’s fingers clench on his glass, and he barely reins himself in before it can crack. Once he calms down, he notices the pout above the jaunty bandanna. It is him, and Nakamaru tries to ignore the way he smells; it’s sort of an after-thunderstorm sweetness.
It’s impossible. He’s heading toward their table, and somehow Junno has schooled his expression into one that’s considerably less predatory. He still looks like he wants to eat the human, though. Once he passes near enough, Junno reaches out to him, fingers gently closing on his sleeve. “Hey, are you accepting applications for your fan club?”
Nakamaru groans into his glass, thankful that he’s incapable of blushing. The human looks startled for a moment, but then recovers himself.
“Hi,” he says, lips curving up in a shy smile. His eyelashes are lowered, and excessively long. “I might be; what’s your name?”
Junno grins back at him as he tells him. Nakamaru pointedly tries to blend into the shadows when he hears his name parroted back like a question.
“Yuichi? I’m Koki.” Koki smiles at him, eyes crinkling up. He’s already perched on Junno’s lap. The three of them sit in silence until finally, Koki notices their glasses. He seems more interested than sickened as his eyes light up. “Are you guys vampires? I’ve been doing, or at least trying to do, research for an upcoming job. What’s it like?”
Nakamaru opens his mouth, but shuts it quickly when Junno kicks him in the shin under the table. Koki doesn’t seem to notice, too busy listening to him.
“You can come back to our place if you want, see how the other half lives.”
Nakamaru chokes down the rest of his drink; he’s going to need the extra help since Junno is so keen on ruining their lives. Last time Junno had picked up a human had gone terribly, and they’d had to skip town rather suddenly.
Junno glances over at him, a wicked glint in his eyes, and gently eases Koki to stand at his side. He fits neatly next to him, his shoulders just the right height for Junno to casually sling an arm around. Nakamaru can only hope that he shows some restraint this time.
He follows a few steps behind them, squashing down the tiny twinge of jealousy in his gut as the two of them duck their heads together in conversation. Nakamaru keeps telling himself it’s a bad idea, like a mantra, and shirks his shoulders up.
Junno steps aside when they get to their flat; he smirks as Nakamaru unlocks the door. Koki simply looks fascinated. “Please, do come in,” Junno smarms, and Nakamaru feels his eye twitch again.
Once they’re all inside, Nakamaru shuts and locks the door. Junno catches his gaze from over Koki’s head; it really doesn’t bode well.
Koki is silent as he takes in the flat. It’s nothing special, though Nakamaru had saved up for ages to get the sleekest leather furniture he could find. The silence stretches on until Koki turns to look at both of them.
“So, where are the coffins?” he asks with a straight face.
“We sleep in beds--” Nakamaru begins before Junno starts talking over him.
“D’you wanna help warm mine up?”
Koki squints at them. First he looks at Nakamaru, his eyes scrutinizing. Then his gaze slides to Junno, still grinning like an idiot, and looks at him just as hard. It’s probably the hardest anyone has looked at them in years, and Nakamaru wants to squirm, especially when Koki pointedly sizes them up while chewing on his bottom lip.
“Maybe. I have more questions first.”
Both of them nod, waiting for Koki to go on. Nakamaru wonders when he got so invested.
“Do you guys sleep all day?”
“Yuichi does. I don’t have time to waste sleeping.”
“Does that mean the sun doesn’t hurt you?”
“It’s mostly just annoying.” Nakamaru shifts on his feet.
Koki looks at both of them, his lips drawn into a smirk. “Do you guys sparkle, then?”
“No!”
“You can check for yourself,” Junno purrs, kicking off his sneakers. His shirt is already on the floor.
Nakamaru holds his face in his hands. He lives with an idiot, and he’s well on his way to complete and utter despair when a warm hand pats him on the arm.
“It’s okay, Yucchi. I like it when people are forward with me. You’ve got plenty of blankets to keep me warm, right?”
He blinks and looks down at Koki, nodding dumbfoundedly. Next to him he can hear Junno’s affronted gasp, and that makes Nakamaru feel at least a little better about the whole situation. The nickname, and the grossly cute way it’s said, helps too.
“Good.” Koki returns his attention to Junno, mollifying him somewhat. “Whose bed will I be warming up?”
Junno practically hauls Koki down the hallway to his room. Nakamaru follows, still a little thunderstruck.
“I only have one rule, before we get started.” Koki gently pulls himself from Junno’s grasp to emphasize his point. “You gotta share. Didn’t anyone ever tell you guys about how it’s caring?”
Reluctantly, Junno nods. Nakamaru steps forward, his hands bunched into his pockets. He nods too, because he definitely doesn’t want to miss out on this. Koki’s smile lights the room when he finally says, “Unwrap me, then.”
Things get a little blurry, and Nakamaru’s fingers bump into Junno’s as they both go for Koki’s bandanna. Once they yank it off and drop it, Koki’s thunderstorm scent becomes even more overpowering. He shudders in their hands when each of them lean in to inhale deeply; his skin flushes a pretty shade of pink.
The blush runs down Koki’s throat and spills across his chest when Junno pulls his shirt up over his head, knocking his cap off in the process. His hair is mussed, and Nakamaru thinks he looks awfully young and debauched. They haven’t even gotten started yet, and he wonders how the night will end.
While Nakamaru is lost in thought, Junno gets his hands on the button of Koki’s jeans. He realizes he’s still dressed when those warm fingers wriggle into the waistband of his own jeans to tug at the fastener and zipper. He gasps, fully intending to finish undressing himself when Junno bats at his hands and yanks his buttons open. Between the two of them, it isn’t long before he’s just as naked as they are.
Koki turns away from them, glancing back over his shoulder and smirking as he crawls up onto the bed. Junno’s knuckles are white; he’s holding himself back from tackling him to the bed and simply taking every single drop of what he wants. It makes Nakamaru a little nervous, but the moment passes once Koki settles on his back, eyes hooded as he barely waves his fingers in invitation.
It doesn’t take long for Junno to respond. He practically jumps Koki, grinding their hips down and burying his face in the crook of Koki’s neck before Koki pushes him away. Junno whines, but complies, and Nakamaru joins them.
Koki’s eyes are wide and his lips parted, and he shivers a little when Nakamaru drags his fingers down his chest. Gooseflesh follows in their wake. “I’m fine,” he whispers, and Nakamaru nods. “What’s it like, really?”
“What?” Nakamaru asks, already aware of what Koki’s getting at.
“It,” he says, shuddering when Nakamaru leans in to inhale his scent. “Bite me, just a little bit. Please.”
Nakamaru stills, locking eyes with Junno. His eyes are black with want, and Nakamaru is sure his are the same; he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want just a taste. They both glance down at Koki, at the pulses pounding in his neck and the tracery of veins on the insides of his wrists, and then back at each other. It’s Nakamaru who breaks the silence, his voice rough.
“It would be dangerous; we might kill you...”
“You’d stop if I asked you to, though, wouldn’t you?”
Junno answers, all joking left behind. “Yes.” He looks at Nakamaru, and Nakamaru nods. Slowly, carefully, Junno leans in again, pausing to press his lips against Koki’s before working his way to his neck. He glances up at Nakamaru before opening his mouth against Koki’s pulse point; Koki’s eyes are half-shut in anticipation. They fly open when Junno bites down, almost panicked before they land on Nakamaru.
Nakamaru laces his fingers with Koki’s and squeezes. It seems to calm him, and his eyes flutter shut. Koki’s other hand finds its way to Junno’s hip, digging fingernails into the pale flesh before working between their hips and groping him. That earns a shocked gasp from Junno; Nakamaru can see the red tinge staining his lips and feels a stab of jealousy.
“Let Yucchi have a turn,” Koki murmurs, still rolling his hips against Junno’s. Junno nods, but doesn’t move.
Nakamaru squeezes Koki’s fingers, grabbing his attention. Koki lolls his head to the side, his hair falling over his eyes as he watches Nakamaru. Deliberately, he pulls Koki’s wrist to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss against his heated skin before biting down.
The rush of blood is startling against his tongue, and even better than he’d imagined. Nakamaru groans in the back of his throat as he swallows it down. Koki’s pulse hammers against his lips; Nakamaru can almost taste his heartbeat. It falters for a split second, and Nakamaru reluctantly pulls away, licking the puncture marks clean.
Koki whines when he pulls away, but Junno quickly regains his attention. His thrusts are more frantic, and he’s pulled Koki’s hand away, pinning it to the side as they rut together. By now Koki’s skin is slick with sweat, flushed all over, and Junno is still cool and pale. The contrast is beautiful, almost literally night and day, and Nakamaru idly palms himself as he watches them.
Junno gets his hand around Koki’s other wrist and pins it too; Koki wraps one leg around his hips and redoubles his efforts. The air is thick with the iron tang of blood and Koki’s sweat, and it looks like he’s nearing his end.
Nakamaru speeds up; for once he’d rather not get left behind. His touch is dry, just harsh enough, and he can feel his arousal pooling in his belly and tightening his balls. Beside him, Junno gasps, his hips stuttering to a halt as his brow furrows. The milky splatter decorates Koki’s smooth belly, and he shivers in surprise. Nakamaru knows it’s cold.
A few moments later, Koki follows, his own orgasm splattering hot and sticky between him and Junno. It’s Junno’s turn to flinch in surprise this time; he isn’t surprised for very long, though, and he carefully pulls Koki’s leg from his waist so he can flop down beside him. His hand trails through the mess on Koki’s belly, and Nakamaru surprises himself when he speaks.
“Lick his fingers clean,” he commands, his last breath leaking out into a ragged moan. His fingers fly up and down his dick, and Nakamaru knows he won’t last much longer. All it takes is watching Koki’s pink tongue lap up his and Junno’s mess from Junno’s long fingers, and Nakamaru can’t hold back any more. His vision blurs before his eyes fall shut. His sight returns fuzzy moments later, and it’s certainly a vision to see Koki licking him clean. “It’s cold,” he whispers, and Nakamaru reluctantly pulls away.
He gets up to fetch the blankets from his bed, returning to find Koki already under the covers. Junno is next to him, on top of them with one arm thrown over Koki’s hips possessively. Nakamaru drops the pile on top of them, crawling under them and trying to pull them into some semblance of neatness. He doesn’t try hard; he’s more worried about what Koki might be thinking about.
“You... don’t want to be like us... do you?” Nakamaru asks quietly, watching Koki’s eyes as he considers his answer. Junno has one eye cracked open as he peers at Nakamaru, the unease evident.
“Where would the fun be in that?” Koki mumbles. “No offense.”
“None taken.” Nakamaru is surprised, especially when Koki continues.
“I think it’d be more fun to keep doing this, you know. Sort of feels like being a pet. Nice to be taken care of, you know.”
Nakamaru is silent as he considers it. It would be nice, and a glance at Junno reveals that he thinks the same. His eyes are wide as he makes a ridiculous begging face, and Nakamaru sighs a little. “You’d have to eat your greens, you know.”
“I’d buy you lots of beef,” Junno adds. Koki looks at both of them, a little confused.
“Wouldn’t want you to come down with anemia, is all,” Nakamaru explains. Koki’s expression clears in understanding, and it seems that maybe Nakamaru’s days of breaking into blood banks are over.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; vampire AU should say it all
Word Count: 3197
Summary: Nakamaru doesn’t really have any high expectations these days.
Notes: This happened, and then this happened after some sekky_chan-style coercion.
Nakamaru startles awake. There’s a commotion in the living room, and the sun is peeking in around the edges of his curtains. They block out most of the light, but enough seeps in to make it hard to sleep. He rolls out of bed, pulling up his checked pyjama pants, and stumbles out of his room.
Fully expecting a break-in, Nakamaru is torn between relief and annoyance when he realizes all of the noise is coming from the television. It seems to be some sort of ultra-violent program, and his flatmate’s nose is practically pressed against the screen. He’s not wearing pants.
“Junno!” Nakamaru has to shout to be heard. It takes a few tries, but finally he’s heard.
“What?” Junno barely looks his way, and Nakamaru massages the bridge of his nose.
“Could you turn it down? It’s loud enough to wake the dead in here.”
“Well, technically, Yuichi,” Junno begins, sounding as if he’s talking to a particularly dull child, “we are dead. Sort of.”
Nakamaru hates it when he turns to logic. He rolls his eyes, finally noticing what Junno is watching. “Didn’t this just come on? Yesterday?”
Junno looks a little evasive. “Yeah...”
“Why are you watching it again?”
“Because,” Junno sniffs. Nakamaru clenches his jaw; he’s not been awake long enough to get into any arguments. The action on the screen winds down, and Junno stops paying Nakamaru any attention when what must be the protagonist appears on screen, ruffled and breathing heavily-- no, practically panting-- and Nakamaru realizes why he can’t get any sleep.
“Oh no, no, not another crush! Don’t you remember the last time you had a crush on a human?!”
“It was ages ago.” Junno doesn’t even look at him as he dismisses him. “Besides, we don’t even live in that village anymore. Last I heard, it was deserted, anyway.”
Nakamaru had heard that too; it was beside the point. He’d had a really nice cottage there, and it still upsets him to think about what happened to it. A dubious noise breaks his reverie, and Nakamaru looks up in time to get a good look at the human that Junno’s got a crush on.
He’s got dark hair, and soft eyes, and small hands. Nakamaru can see why Junno would go for that sort of thing. He won’t even think about the human’s pouting lips. It’s too dangerous. It’s too much like envisioning dinner.
Nakamaru coughs and slinks out of the room. He’s almost gotten his door shut when Junno hollers from the living room.
“We’re going out tonight, so you’d better get all of your rest!”
*
Later, much later, Nakamaru wakes up again. This time his room is bathed in darkness, though there’s still noise from the rest of the flat. Junno’s taken to listening to human hip-hop, and it might be the most horrible thing he’s ever had to endure, life and unlife combined.
He rolls out of bed and staggers to his bathroom; he’s thankful that he listened to Junno for once when he’d insisted upon not having a shared toilet. He’d never get to use the mirror if they’d gone for the smaller, one bathroom flat that Nakamaru had originally looked at.
Showered, clean, and dressed sensibly-- dark jeans with a short-sleeved button-down shirt-- Nakamaru ventures into the living room. Thankfully, the noise has died down and he can choose his shoes in peace.
Junno’s cologne enters the room before he does, and Nakamaru wishes that they’d never broken into the same house all those years ago. He’d kept turning up after that, exactly like a bad penny, and Nakamaru had eventually caved, figuring they might as well join forces, or something like that.
Nakamaru takes his boots and his favorite seat, doing his best to ignore the other. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see that Junno’s got on the tightest pair of pants he’s ever seen paired with a shirt that’s maybe just a tad too large. His eye twitches at the gaudy sneakers he’s dug out of his side of the coat closet.
“You know you’re just jealous of my sweet kicks,” Junno says. “Also you look like the boringest person ever to bore; how are you gonna pick up dinner like that?”
“I’ll manage.” Nakamaru stands, groaning when Junno sympathetically nods.
“You’ll just end up breaking into a blood bank, I know it. Let’s go.”
Nakamaru doesn’t mention all of the times Junno had had to break into blood banks; the night would definitely go better if he were jovial. He shuts and locks the door behind him, ignoring Junno’s snort of laughter, and the rest of their walk is silent.
It’s not very far from their flat; it’s definitely a newer establishment that Junno leads them to, though. Nakamaru doesn’t comment on the bar’s name-- Parasite-- and simply heads for the nearest, darkest table.
“What?” Junno asks. “Technically, that’s what we are.”
Every time Junno utters the word “technically”, Nakamaru wishes strangling him would shut him up for more than a few minutes. He redeems himself shortly when he weaves through the crowd and to the bar, returning with two tall glasses of warm blood. It’s pig’s, but it’s not the worst Nakamaru has had and it is better than sitting there and having to smell the few humans that have wandered in and be unable to distract himself.
They sip their drinks in a companionable silence, eyes scanning the crowd. It’s actually not as terrible as Nakamaru thought it would be; it’s a little seedier than where he’d have taken them, but he can cope with that.
Junno’s draped over his chair, actually succeeding in looking bored when the door opens, allowing a rush of street air in, as well as a human. Immediately, Junno sits up, leaning forward in his seat. He elbows Nakamaru. “It’s him,” he whispers urgently, and Nakamaru squints.
He’s a little bundled up, especially considering that it’s the height of summer, and it does absolutely nothing to hide his scent. Nakamaru’s fingers clench on his glass, and he barely reins himself in before it can crack. Once he calms down, he notices the pout above the jaunty bandanna. It is him, and Nakamaru tries to ignore the way he smells; it’s sort of an after-thunderstorm sweetness.
It’s impossible. He’s heading toward their table, and somehow Junno has schooled his expression into one that’s considerably less predatory. He still looks like he wants to eat the human, though. Once he passes near enough, Junno reaches out to him, fingers gently closing on his sleeve. “Hey, are you accepting applications for your fan club?”
Nakamaru groans into his glass, thankful that he’s incapable of blushing. The human looks startled for a moment, but then recovers himself.
“Hi,” he says, lips curving up in a shy smile. His eyelashes are lowered, and excessively long. “I might be; what’s your name?”
Junno grins back at him as he tells him. Nakamaru pointedly tries to blend into the shadows when he hears his name parroted back like a question.
“Yuichi? I’m Koki.” Koki smiles at him, eyes crinkling up. He’s already perched on Junno’s lap. The three of them sit in silence until finally, Koki notices their glasses. He seems more interested than sickened as his eyes light up. “Are you guys vampires? I’ve been doing, or at least trying to do, research for an upcoming job. What’s it like?”
Nakamaru opens his mouth, but shuts it quickly when Junno kicks him in the shin under the table. Koki doesn’t seem to notice, too busy listening to him.
“You can come back to our place if you want, see how the other half lives.”
Nakamaru chokes down the rest of his drink; he’s going to need the extra help since Junno is so keen on ruining their lives. Last time Junno had picked up a human had gone terribly, and they’d had to skip town rather suddenly.
Junno glances over at him, a wicked glint in his eyes, and gently eases Koki to stand at his side. He fits neatly next to him, his shoulders just the right height for Junno to casually sling an arm around. Nakamaru can only hope that he shows some restraint this time.
He follows a few steps behind them, squashing down the tiny twinge of jealousy in his gut as the two of them duck their heads together in conversation. Nakamaru keeps telling himself it’s a bad idea, like a mantra, and shirks his shoulders up.
Junno steps aside when they get to their flat; he smirks as Nakamaru unlocks the door. Koki simply looks fascinated. “Please, do come in,” Junno smarms, and Nakamaru feels his eye twitch again.
Once they’re all inside, Nakamaru shuts and locks the door. Junno catches his gaze from over Koki’s head; it really doesn’t bode well.
Koki is silent as he takes in the flat. It’s nothing special, though Nakamaru had saved up for ages to get the sleekest leather furniture he could find. The silence stretches on until Koki turns to look at both of them.
“So, where are the coffins?” he asks with a straight face.
“We sleep in beds--” Nakamaru begins before Junno starts talking over him.
“D’you wanna help warm mine up?”
Koki squints at them. First he looks at Nakamaru, his eyes scrutinizing. Then his gaze slides to Junno, still grinning like an idiot, and looks at him just as hard. It’s probably the hardest anyone has looked at them in years, and Nakamaru wants to squirm, especially when Koki pointedly sizes them up while chewing on his bottom lip.
“Maybe. I have more questions first.”
Both of them nod, waiting for Koki to go on. Nakamaru wonders when he got so invested.
“Do you guys sleep all day?”
“Yuichi does. I don’t have time to waste sleeping.”
“Does that mean the sun doesn’t hurt you?”
“It’s mostly just annoying.” Nakamaru shifts on his feet.
Koki looks at both of them, his lips drawn into a smirk. “Do you guys sparkle, then?”
“No!”
“You can check for yourself,” Junno purrs, kicking off his sneakers. His shirt is already on the floor.
Nakamaru holds his face in his hands. He lives with an idiot, and he’s well on his way to complete and utter despair when a warm hand pats him on the arm.
“It’s okay, Yucchi. I like it when people are forward with me. You’ve got plenty of blankets to keep me warm, right?”
He blinks and looks down at Koki, nodding dumbfoundedly. Next to him he can hear Junno’s affronted gasp, and that makes Nakamaru feel at least a little better about the whole situation. The nickname, and the grossly cute way it’s said, helps too.
“Good.” Koki returns his attention to Junno, mollifying him somewhat. “Whose bed will I be warming up?”
Junno practically hauls Koki down the hallway to his room. Nakamaru follows, still a little thunderstruck.
“I only have one rule, before we get started.” Koki gently pulls himself from Junno’s grasp to emphasize his point. “You gotta share. Didn’t anyone ever tell you guys about how it’s caring?”
Reluctantly, Junno nods. Nakamaru steps forward, his hands bunched into his pockets. He nods too, because he definitely doesn’t want to miss out on this. Koki’s smile lights the room when he finally says, “Unwrap me, then.”
Things get a little blurry, and Nakamaru’s fingers bump into Junno’s as they both go for Koki’s bandanna. Once they yank it off and drop it, Koki’s thunderstorm scent becomes even more overpowering. He shudders in their hands when each of them lean in to inhale deeply; his skin flushes a pretty shade of pink.
The blush runs down Koki’s throat and spills across his chest when Junno pulls his shirt up over his head, knocking his cap off in the process. His hair is mussed, and Nakamaru thinks he looks awfully young and debauched. They haven’t even gotten started yet, and he wonders how the night will end.
While Nakamaru is lost in thought, Junno gets his hands on the button of Koki’s jeans. He realizes he’s still dressed when those warm fingers wriggle into the waistband of his own jeans to tug at the fastener and zipper. He gasps, fully intending to finish undressing himself when Junno bats at his hands and yanks his buttons open. Between the two of them, it isn’t long before he’s just as naked as they are.
Koki turns away from them, glancing back over his shoulder and smirking as he crawls up onto the bed. Junno’s knuckles are white; he’s holding himself back from tackling him to the bed and simply taking every single drop of what he wants. It makes Nakamaru a little nervous, but the moment passes once Koki settles on his back, eyes hooded as he barely waves his fingers in invitation.
It doesn’t take long for Junno to respond. He practically jumps Koki, grinding their hips down and burying his face in the crook of Koki’s neck before Koki pushes him away. Junno whines, but complies, and Nakamaru joins them.
Koki’s eyes are wide and his lips parted, and he shivers a little when Nakamaru drags his fingers down his chest. Gooseflesh follows in their wake. “I’m fine,” he whispers, and Nakamaru nods. “What’s it like, really?”
“What?” Nakamaru asks, already aware of what Koki’s getting at.
“It,” he says, shuddering when Nakamaru leans in to inhale his scent. “Bite me, just a little bit. Please.”
Nakamaru stills, locking eyes with Junno. His eyes are black with want, and Nakamaru is sure his are the same; he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want just a taste. They both glance down at Koki, at the pulses pounding in his neck and the tracery of veins on the insides of his wrists, and then back at each other. It’s Nakamaru who breaks the silence, his voice rough.
“It would be dangerous; we might kill you...”
“You’d stop if I asked you to, though, wouldn’t you?”
Junno answers, all joking left behind. “Yes.” He looks at Nakamaru, and Nakamaru nods. Slowly, carefully, Junno leans in again, pausing to press his lips against Koki’s before working his way to his neck. He glances up at Nakamaru before opening his mouth against Koki’s pulse point; Koki’s eyes are half-shut in anticipation. They fly open when Junno bites down, almost panicked before they land on Nakamaru.
Nakamaru laces his fingers with Koki’s and squeezes. It seems to calm him, and his eyes flutter shut. Koki’s other hand finds its way to Junno’s hip, digging fingernails into the pale flesh before working between their hips and groping him. That earns a shocked gasp from Junno; Nakamaru can see the red tinge staining his lips and feels a stab of jealousy.
“Let Yucchi have a turn,” Koki murmurs, still rolling his hips against Junno’s. Junno nods, but doesn’t move.
Nakamaru squeezes Koki’s fingers, grabbing his attention. Koki lolls his head to the side, his hair falling over his eyes as he watches Nakamaru. Deliberately, he pulls Koki’s wrist to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss against his heated skin before biting down.
The rush of blood is startling against his tongue, and even better than he’d imagined. Nakamaru groans in the back of his throat as he swallows it down. Koki’s pulse hammers against his lips; Nakamaru can almost taste his heartbeat. It falters for a split second, and Nakamaru reluctantly pulls away, licking the puncture marks clean.
Koki whines when he pulls away, but Junno quickly regains his attention. His thrusts are more frantic, and he’s pulled Koki’s hand away, pinning it to the side as they rut together. By now Koki’s skin is slick with sweat, flushed all over, and Junno is still cool and pale. The contrast is beautiful, almost literally night and day, and Nakamaru idly palms himself as he watches them.
Junno gets his hand around Koki’s other wrist and pins it too; Koki wraps one leg around his hips and redoubles his efforts. The air is thick with the iron tang of blood and Koki’s sweat, and it looks like he’s nearing his end.
Nakamaru speeds up; for once he’d rather not get left behind. His touch is dry, just harsh enough, and he can feel his arousal pooling in his belly and tightening his balls. Beside him, Junno gasps, his hips stuttering to a halt as his brow furrows. The milky splatter decorates Koki’s smooth belly, and he shivers in surprise. Nakamaru knows it’s cold.
A few moments later, Koki follows, his own orgasm splattering hot and sticky between him and Junno. It’s Junno’s turn to flinch in surprise this time; he isn’t surprised for very long, though, and he carefully pulls Koki’s leg from his waist so he can flop down beside him. His hand trails through the mess on Koki’s belly, and Nakamaru surprises himself when he speaks.
“Lick his fingers clean,” he commands, his last breath leaking out into a ragged moan. His fingers fly up and down his dick, and Nakamaru knows he won’t last much longer. All it takes is watching Koki’s pink tongue lap up his and Junno’s mess from Junno’s long fingers, and Nakamaru can’t hold back any more. His vision blurs before his eyes fall shut. His sight returns fuzzy moments later, and it’s certainly a vision to see Koki licking him clean. “It’s cold,” he whispers, and Nakamaru reluctantly pulls away.
He gets up to fetch the blankets from his bed, returning to find Koki already under the covers. Junno is next to him, on top of them with one arm thrown over Koki’s hips possessively. Nakamaru drops the pile on top of them, crawling under them and trying to pull them into some semblance of neatness. He doesn’t try hard; he’s more worried about what Koki might be thinking about.
“You... don’t want to be like us... do you?” Nakamaru asks quietly, watching Koki’s eyes as he considers his answer. Junno has one eye cracked open as he peers at Nakamaru, the unease evident.
“Where would the fun be in that?” Koki mumbles. “No offense.”
“None taken.” Nakamaru is surprised, especially when Koki continues.
“I think it’d be more fun to keep doing this, you know. Sort of feels like being a pet. Nice to be taken care of, you know.”
Nakamaru is silent as he considers it. It would be nice, and a glance at Junno reveals that he thinks the same. His eyes are wide as he makes a ridiculous begging face, and Nakamaru sighs a little. “You’d have to eat your greens, you know.”
“I’d buy you lots of beef,” Junno adds. Koki looks at both of them, a little confused.
“Wouldn’t want you to come down with anemia, is all,” Nakamaru explains. Koki’s expression clears in understanding, and it seems that maybe Nakamaru’s days of breaking into blood banks are over.