ficlet - anti-blood!jin and vamp!akame
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Characters: Kame, Jin, Yuu, Koki
Pairings: Akame
Genre: Humour
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: razberrycreme
Jin."
"No."
"Jin."
"I said no, okay."
"You are being so idiotic there aren't even words."
"So much for Mr. Popular MC-"
"I will bite you, I swear-"
"...That particular threat lost its danger when we were in our twenties, I'm afraid," Jin sniffed. "Also since you bit me like, yesterday-"
"No. No. I tried to bite you yesterday," Kame corrected. "That would be when you screamed girlishly and fainted."
"Shut up, I did not faint, okay."
"Uh huh. You were dead to the world, seriously." Kame managed to maintain his unimpressed face for all of three seconds. "Oh god, dead to the world, Jin, Jin, isn't that totally hilarious-"
"You crack me up," Jin said sourly, rolling his eyes at Kame who was stamping his feet in mirth. He rolled his eyes. Almost a century, and his sense of humour had still remained as lame as ever.
"But seriously, Jin," Kame started, trying again to convince the other once he'd gotten his uncontrollable laughter in control (somewhat). "This can't continue, why don't you just go to a club and get some 'hot chicks' drunk?" Kame asked, the english words still rolling around unfamiliarly in his mouth. All these years, and Kame still couldn't get it down. The language was one of his constant frustrations, though he was careful not to let Jin see it. Jin's ego was big enough, thank you, without Kame needing to inflate it for him.
Jin sighed gloomily. "It would be like, perverting the pure ritual of clubbing or something." Kame just stared at him. He is pretty sure the word 'pure' would get an aneurism if it ever came near Jin when he was clubbing.
Jin tried to explain. "Like, clubbing is awesome, right." Kame sighed. "Right."
"It's like we can throw away all our troubles and like, dance," Jin said earnestly. Kame snorted. "Most of your troubles disappeared the day Ryo bit you." Kame's voice turned decidedly frosty. "If he hadn't, then we wouldn't be in this ridiculous situation-"
"Oh God, not this again," Jin groaned. "It was an accident, okay, I stole his watermelon, he was trying to get it back."
"How dumb would he have to be to not realize he'd turned into a vampire-"
"Kame, having a random junior bite you is not that strange." At Kame's incredulous stare, he was forced to admit that yes, maybe it was just a bit strange. "But Ryo was all tired out from running around between NewS and Kanjani 8, so it's not really his fault."
"Why did you have to steal his watermelon that day," Kame sighed, remembering. Jin had freaked out so much about his new undead status that a decision was unanimously made to make Kame one too. Because Kame was the only one who could calm him down somewhat, and an eternity of Jin making everyone deaf with whatever crisis was on that day was too much to handle. Even for Johnny. Kame had done the responsible thing and offered himself up. He hadn't allowed Jin to bite him, though. Jin had been most upset, though Kame still maintained the validity of his argument that Jin would somehow manage to kill him before turning him if he tried. "We could've grown old and wrinkled together," Kame pointed out, voice taking the dreamlike quality it always did when he reminesced.
"We would've missed tons of great sex," Jin said, forever practical.
Kame glared at him. "Way to destroy the romantic mood, jerkwad."
Jin peacefully lifted his middle finger, only to watch his hand fall heavily down after. "Ow," he yelped as his knuckles made contact with the floor.
"You need to stop this," Kame observed. "You don't even have the energy to give me the finger, why can't you just go and drink the damn blood like you're supposed to."
Jin grimaced. "Coz I hate it. The stupid blood tastes like old cans or something and I've had enough. I've suffered for ninety nine years and this year, I am not gonna drink any more."
Kame stared at him in exasperation. "Jin," he said slowly so there was no possibility to be misunderstood. "You are a vampire. A v-a-m-p-i-r-e. You can't just stop drinking blood because you don't like the taste."
"I can, and I will," Jin said with dignity. "People make the switch to become vegetarian all the time."
Kame covered his eyes with his hands.
---
“What are you doing?”
Jin didn’t pay the slightest attention to Kame’s question, and continued to stare at the small bottle. Kame drew his eyebrows together, feeling a stab of irritation.
“Jin.”
“I miss it,” Jin blurted, still staring at the bottle. Kame blinked. “What?”
“Squid ink,” Jin elaborated, turning mournful eyes to Kame. “I miss it so much. Why can’t humans have squid ink in their bodies?”
Kame felt it was better for the sake of his continued brain functioning if he did not answer what was clearly, a metaphorical question.
“Maybe we could like, take a random junior and inject them with squid ink, do you think it’ll work, squids have it inside them and they live fine, so humans could too, right-“
Then again, maybe not, Kame amended with a sigh, being careful not to let his gaze linger too long on Jin’s woebegone face and walked out of the room before Jin could rope him in for his next crazy experiment.
He had taken to avoiding Jin’s sadfaces after he’d had a broken chair leg miss him by inches once, after he had gone along with one of Jin’s insane ideas and he was not particularly keen on repeating the experience. Better safe than staked, after all. He made a mental note to call Ryo and warn him. Jin would probably call Yamapi in about five minutes and he was reasonably sure no-one wanted to have to deal with the aftermath of that.
---
“Going somewhere?”
Jin looked up from where he had been fussing with his bracelet and nodded. “I’m going with Yuu to his brother’s shop and then, maybe, the club.”
Kame leaned against the doorframe. “When are you meeting him?”
“He’s coming here, said he’ll call.” He shrugged. “In an hour or so?”
Kame nodded and turned the TV on. He frowned as he looked at the weather forecast. Wet and rainy evenings inevitably meant less people out on the streets and that meant more hunting. He sighed despondently.
“I’m so glad we don’t have to kill anyone like in the movies,” Kame muttered darkly. “I swear, if I had to deal with disposing of bodies rather than just disoriented teenagers after a hunt, I’d have starved to death long before.” Kame yawned, stretching, and turned to Jin. Who was being unusually quiet. Kame stepped closer to the other, who still had his hand on his bracelet but was not moving and.
”Jin?” Kame repeated, concerned. He stopped short at the sound of a gentle snore. Jin slowly toppled over the side of the couch till he was lying on the floor, peacefully hugging the couch cushion to himself.
Kame’s eyebrow twitched. He whirled around in annoyance, stalking to his closet. This was going above the realm of stupidity into complete and total insanity. Whoever had heard of a vampire going into hibernation (Annie Rice didn’t count), because they hated blood? Besides, like Kame would ever allow Jin to leave him after everything Kame had done for him.
“The irresponsible, selfish idiot,” his fumed, pulling out clothes savagely. He’d show him.
---
“How many times do I have to apologize, Yuu, I told you I fell asleep,” Jin yawned as they navigated through the club. “I make all that effort to come - did I tell you Kame had put the alarm at maximum volume right next to my ear? Maximum volume, Yuu, that thing shrieked at me, and he put it on heavy metal, god, I think I went permanently deaf-“
“Yes yes,” Yuu muttered, throwing himself on the bar stool and trying to sit away from Jin. “You must’ve told me this like, five times already-“
“Heavy metal, Yuu,” Jin repeated and shuddered. “Never underestimate the heavy metal.”
Yuu searched the club for an escape route. His eyes widened when he found an excellent opportunity. “I thought you said Kamenashi doesn’t go clubbing,” he said at last, eyes fixed on the middle of the dance floor.
“He doesn’t,” Jin said, grinning. “He only comes when I drag him, and even then he just stands there, he doesn’t even try to dance, well, except maybe sway a little-“
“Oh, I think he dances, alright,” Yuu interrupted. He sounded highly amused. Jin finally took his eyes off the alcohol bottles stacked on the bar and blinked at him. “What?”
“Although that,” Yuu gestured; “doesn’t really look like dancing so much as fucking with clothes on,” he said, grinning, as Jin whirled around to stare at the floor.
Jin choked when he saw Kame. Yuu was totally right about the dancing, though, he had to agree. The pretty young thing Kame seemed to be dancing with seemed to be in the blissed-out stage humans get after they've been bitten a bit. Although, Jin thought, his eyes narrowing, anyone would be like that if Kame was trying to fuck them through their clothes - wait. Who was the third person… was there one, or was it just his eyes playing tricks on him? He squinted into the distance. That hair, it kinda looked like… He gasped in outrage.
“I never knew Kamenashi was so bendy,” Yuu murmured, looking appreciatively at the three figures on the floor and having no knowledge of Jin bursting with apoplexy next to him. “Is that why you get all weird when it comes to him-“
“I do not get weird, okay, now stop looking at him,” Jin hissed, trying to cover Yuu’s eyes with his sparkly purple scarf.
“This is a free country,” Yuu started, still staring intently at the scene and avoiding Jin’s hands, but shrieked when Jin pounced on him with a yell. “You fucker, get off, that stupid thing clashes with my green shirt-“
“Ooh, I like that jacket he has on,” Yuu commented a while later. “Do you think he bought it from an S&M store?”
Jin glared up at Yuu and tried, once again, to throw him off. Yuu, predictably, remained firmly seated on top of Jin, not even bothering to glance down at him. If Jin wasn’t so mad, he would’ve been rather insulted at how easily he’d been overpowered.
It’s because you don’t have enough blood in your system, an annoyingly Kame-like voice sounded in his head. He promptly hissed at it to shut up.
But as it was, he had to sit and fume until Kame spotted them (mostly due to Yuu’s rather energetic waving) and started towards them. Jin glared at him as he gently deposited the girl on a free chair and ordered her a drink (“Non-alcoholic, lots of sugar”).
“Hi, Yuu,” Kame nodded at the other as he sat down in the chair next to him and glanced at Jin, who had currently turned his head away to the other side, pointedly not looking at Kame. “Nice chair.”
“Thanks,” Yuu grinned. “It’s all the rage, you know, easychairs.”
Kame snorted. Jin continued to look away until someone’s sneakers came into his field of vision. “Hey, Akanishi, long time no see.”
Jin looked up till he saw Koki’s grinning face. The bastard. He made grabbing and strangling motions, sadly made ineffective by the fact that he could only reach till about Koki’s knee.
“Let me up, asshole!”
“And hello to you too,” Koki said, sliding down beside Kame.
“I will kill you.”
“I’m so scared,” Koki said, deadpan. “Kame, hold me.” With that he latched on to Kame, who was trying very hard to suppress his laughter.
“I didn’t know you lived nearby, Tanaka-kun,” Yuu asked with interest, ignoring the incoherent threats coming from under him.
Koki grinned. “I don’t. But I can hardly ignore a close friend’s plea for company when he calls me after so long, can I?”
Yuu raised his eyebrows. The unintelligible noises coming from Jin suddenly stopped. Kame sipped his drink demurely.
“I figured I should look for…” he trailed off. “Companions,” he said at last, starting to smile. “Since it seems like mine is about to go into hibernation pretty soon, you know.”
“I am not!” Jin yelled and renewed his attempts to get free. Everyone present ignored the outburst.
“You two were pretty thick before too, huh,” Yuu observed. “I seem to remember hearing some rather unflattering things about you and your lineage from Ji- um, a mutual acquaintance all those years ago,” he said, looking apologetically at Koki and clapping a hand on Jin’s mouth, which had been open as a precursor for one of his ringing screams (everyone knew the signs).
Koki waved away the apology. “We’re pretty close,” he agreed. “And my dog died recently, so I was totally up for Kame’s call of need, right. Like a change of scene. Come on, Kame, let’s dance!”
“I’ll show you call of nee-umppff!” Jin struggled as hard as he could to dislodge Yuu’s hands (his efforts were tragically unsuccessful) and actually snarled when a pretty girl asked to take a picture of the two pretty guys wrestling on the floor. Yuu, however, pushed down his face and held a V-for-Victory sign, complete with a dazzling smile as the girl clicked away.
Jin stared at where Kame and Koki was now working on another girl and fumed.
---
Kame took a deep breath as he stood outside the door of their apartment. When Kame and Koki had come back, flushed and heady from the dancing and the blood and charged up from the heavy flirting with (many, many) girls, Yuu was cozying up to a slender girl with long, long hair (maybe it was a fetish, Kame thought idly) and Jin was nowhere to be seen.
He turned the key, pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dark, except for the small table lamp that was currently blazing at full power. Beside it, Jin was propped up on the chair in what seemed to be an extremely uncomfortable position, fast asleep. Beside him was a notepad with the words ‘if I am sleeping you better WAKE ME UP YOU BASTARD because we are having WORDS. MANY WORDS.’ The two last words were underlined and circled at least three times. Kame’s lips twitched as he took off his jacket and tried to do exactly that.
Jin was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t move even after Kame tried to wake him up. Violently. When five minutes of yelling, pulling and shaking had passed, and Jin was still off like a light, Kame decided that it was time for drastic measures.
---
Consciousness came back to Jin slowly and gradually. But even after the fog in his brain lifted away, Jin wanted nothing more but to curl into a more comfortable position and go back to sleep. Preferably for a day. Or maybe more, he thought fuzzily. He felt something pressing on one of his hands and shifted. He didn't know how long he slept after that - maybe a minute, maybe an hour, but he woke up when he felt his legs being moved. He sighed as he shifted yet again.
It took a long time for him to realize what was happening. It was only when he sighed in contentment and turned his neck to the side that alarm bells started ringing dimly in his head. He opened his eyes with an effort and blinked away the spots, seeing the off-white of the ceiling. He felt cold air brush his chest and shivered. Although he wasn't really feeling that cold, which was sort of strange. In fact he was warm, pleasantly so, and why would that be, when he wasn't even wearing his t-shi- wait, why wasn't he wearing his shirt, he distinctly remembered changing into one after he got back from the club and Yuu and Koki and Kame-
"Kame," he gasped when he felt cold fingers trail up his back, lingering at his nape. He let out a breath when he felt the fingers twisting in his hair, pulling his head to the side and couldn't stop the shiver when he felt lips graze against the skin. It was for only a moment that he wondered about his choices - sleep, or sex. It was a very predictable decision, at the end.
"Mm," he smiled on an exhale, his eyes fluttering closed when he felt the hot kisses breathed over his neck. "Don't think you're getting out of it by distracting me. Because you won't." He couldn't stop himself from arching up into Kame even after he felt the breathless laughter on his skin.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Just one glimpse of the intensity in Kame's brown gaze as it roved over his body was enough for Jin's breath to hitch as he concentrated on getting Kame's tank top off of him. "Good," he said breathlessly. "Because you are in so much trouble. So much."
Kame did something with his tongue that made Jin moan embarrassingly loudly. "Am I, now?" he murmured, fingers slipping into Jin's shorts.
"Yes," Jin breathed, hands clenching on Kame's shoulders. "Yes, yes, yes." His leaned up to nuzzle against the side of Kame's neck, the fine hair tickling his face. "I should banish you to the couch for an entire year."
"I suppose I could call Koki to catch up-"
"Or maybe a month - what?" Jin interrupted, eyes snapping open and narrowing in spite of himself.
Kame laughed. "Did you know he's staying three blocks from here?"
Jin lifted his head and glared at Kame. "That is not going to work, okay, so stop."
Kame raised his eyebrows in patented innocence. "I have no idea what you mean."
Jin saw the smirk playing on Kame's lips and felt his earlier irritation resurface. Kame saw Jin's jaw clench and smiled to himself. He tried very hard to maintain a straight face as he let Jin wrestle him down on the couch.
"You," Jin muttered, glaring with intensity at Kame; "are impossible." Kame lay back comfortably, peeking at Jin through his bangs, smirking, knowing full well what he was doing to Jin.
"And mine," Jin whispered, just as he let his fangs surface, biting into Kame's neck and letting the rich blood flow into his mouth.
---
"Guess it's not that bad," Jin murmured sleepily as he snuggled into Kame. "You're still on the couch for a month, though, blood or no."
"How're you planning on drinking then?" Kame wanted to know. "If you're only going to drink from me, I mean. Because I seriously doubt vampires can survive for a month without-"
"Fine, a day. No more arguing, I won't budge for a minute less," Jin said, glaring, although the effect was somewhat lessened by the giant yawn that immediately followed.
"A day. Whatever you say," Kame replied with a straight face. "How long are you going to sleep again?"
Jin looked suspiciously at him, then decided he'd think about the specifics later. "Oh, I don't know," he yawned again. "Probably a day." And with that, he was fast asleep, curling his arms around Kame.
Kame was still smiling when he dialed the familiar numbers. "Thanks," he said, as soon as he heard the garbled hello. "I owe you."
He let his fingers brush the small wound on his throat, already half-healed when Koki laughed. "So it worked, huh."
"Oh yes," Kame smiled in satisfaction as he dropped his hand to brush over the riotous curls of Jin's hair. "It worked."
---End.
Characters: Kame, Jin, Yuu, Koki
Pairings: Akame
Genre: Humour
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: razberrycreme
Jin."
"No."
"Jin."
"I said no, okay."
"You are being so idiotic there aren't even words."
"So much for Mr. Popular MC-"
"I will bite you, I swear-"
"...That particular threat lost its danger when we were in our twenties, I'm afraid," Jin sniffed. "Also since you bit me like, yesterday-"
"No. No. I tried to bite you yesterday," Kame corrected. "That would be when you screamed girlishly and fainted."
"Shut up, I did not faint, okay."
"Uh huh. You were dead to the world, seriously." Kame managed to maintain his unimpressed face for all of three seconds. "Oh god, dead to the world, Jin, Jin, isn't that totally hilarious-"
"You crack me up," Jin said sourly, rolling his eyes at Kame who was stamping his feet in mirth. He rolled his eyes. Almost a century, and his sense of humour had still remained as lame as ever.
"But seriously, Jin," Kame started, trying again to convince the other once he'd gotten his uncontrollable laughter in control (somewhat). "This can't continue, why don't you just go to a club and get some 'hot chicks' drunk?" Kame asked, the english words still rolling around unfamiliarly in his mouth. All these years, and Kame still couldn't get it down. The language was one of his constant frustrations, though he was careful not to let Jin see it. Jin's ego was big enough, thank you, without Kame needing to inflate it for him.
Jin sighed gloomily. "It would be like, perverting the pure ritual of clubbing or something." Kame just stared at him. He is pretty sure the word 'pure' would get an aneurism if it ever came near Jin when he was clubbing.
Jin tried to explain. "Like, clubbing is awesome, right." Kame sighed. "Right."
"It's like we can throw away all our troubles and like, dance," Jin said earnestly. Kame snorted. "Most of your troubles disappeared the day Ryo bit you." Kame's voice turned decidedly frosty. "If he hadn't, then we wouldn't be in this ridiculous situation-"
"Oh God, not this again," Jin groaned. "It was an accident, okay, I stole his watermelon, he was trying to get it back."
"How dumb would he have to be to not realize he'd turned into a vampire-"
"Kame, having a random junior bite you is not that strange." At Kame's incredulous stare, he was forced to admit that yes, maybe it was just a bit strange. "But Ryo was all tired out from running around between NewS and Kanjani 8, so it's not really his fault."
"Why did you have to steal his watermelon that day," Kame sighed, remembering. Jin had freaked out so much about his new undead status that a decision was unanimously made to make Kame one too. Because Kame was the only one who could calm him down somewhat, and an eternity of Jin making everyone deaf with whatever crisis was on that day was too much to handle. Even for Johnny. Kame had done the responsible thing and offered himself up. He hadn't allowed Jin to bite him, though. Jin had been most upset, though Kame still maintained the validity of his argument that Jin would somehow manage to kill him before turning him if he tried. "We could've grown old and wrinkled together," Kame pointed out, voice taking the dreamlike quality it always did when he reminesced.
"We would've missed tons of great sex," Jin said, forever practical.
Kame glared at him. "Way to destroy the romantic mood, jerkwad."
Jin peacefully lifted his middle finger, only to watch his hand fall heavily down after. "Ow," he yelped as his knuckles made contact with the floor.
"You need to stop this," Kame observed. "You don't even have the energy to give me the finger, why can't you just go and drink the damn blood like you're supposed to."
Jin grimaced. "Coz I hate it. The stupid blood tastes like old cans or something and I've had enough. I've suffered for ninety nine years and this year, I am not gonna drink any more."
Kame stared at him in exasperation. "Jin," he said slowly so there was no possibility to be misunderstood. "You are a vampire. A v-a-m-p-i-r-e. You can't just stop drinking blood because you don't like the taste."
"I can, and I will," Jin said with dignity. "People make the switch to become vegetarian all the time."
Kame covered his eyes with his hands.
---
“What are you doing?”
Jin didn’t pay the slightest attention to Kame’s question, and continued to stare at the small bottle. Kame drew his eyebrows together, feeling a stab of irritation.
“Jin.”
“I miss it,” Jin blurted, still staring at the bottle. Kame blinked. “What?”
“Squid ink,” Jin elaborated, turning mournful eyes to Kame. “I miss it so much. Why can’t humans have squid ink in their bodies?”
Kame felt it was better for the sake of his continued brain functioning if he did not answer what was clearly, a metaphorical question.
“Maybe we could like, take a random junior and inject them with squid ink, do you think it’ll work, squids have it inside them and they live fine, so humans could too, right-“
Then again, maybe not, Kame amended with a sigh, being careful not to let his gaze linger too long on Jin’s woebegone face and walked out of the room before Jin could rope him in for his next crazy experiment.
He had taken to avoiding Jin’s sadfaces after he’d had a broken chair leg miss him by inches once, after he had gone along with one of Jin’s insane ideas and he was not particularly keen on repeating the experience. Better safe than staked, after all. He made a mental note to call Ryo and warn him. Jin would probably call Yamapi in about five minutes and he was reasonably sure no-one wanted to have to deal with the aftermath of that.
---
“Going somewhere?”
Jin looked up from where he had been fussing with his bracelet and nodded. “I’m going with Yuu to his brother’s shop and then, maybe, the club.”
Kame leaned against the doorframe. “When are you meeting him?”
“He’s coming here, said he’ll call.” He shrugged. “In an hour or so?”
Kame nodded and turned the TV on. He frowned as he looked at the weather forecast. Wet and rainy evenings inevitably meant less people out on the streets and that meant more hunting. He sighed despondently.
“I’m so glad we don’t have to kill anyone like in the movies,” Kame muttered darkly. “I swear, if I had to deal with disposing of bodies rather than just disoriented teenagers after a hunt, I’d have starved to death long before.” Kame yawned, stretching, and turned to Jin. Who was being unusually quiet. Kame stepped closer to the other, who still had his hand on his bracelet but was not moving and.
”Jin?” Kame repeated, concerned. He stopped short at the sound of a gentle snore. Jin slowly toppled over the side of the couch till he was lying on the floor, peacefully hugging the couch cushion to himself.
Kame’s eyebrow twitched. He whirled around in annoyance, stalking to his closet. This was going above the realm of stupidity into complete and total insanity. Whoever had heard of a vampire going into hibernation (Annie Rice didn’t count), because they hated blood? Besides, like Kame would ever allow Jin to leave him after everything Kame had done for him.
“The irresponsible, selfish idiot,” his fumed, pulling out clothes savagely. He’d show him.
---
“How many times do I have to apologize, Yuu, I told you I fell asleep,” Jin yawned as they navigated through the club. “I make all that effort to come - did I tell you Kame had put the alarm at maximum volume right next to my ear? Maximum volume, Yuu, that thing shrieked at me, and he put it on heavy metal, god, I think I went permanently deaf-“
“Yes yes,” Yuu muttered, throwing himself on the bar stool and trying to sit away from Jin. “You must’ve told me this like, five times already-“
“Heavy metal, Yuu,” Jin repeated and shuddered. “Never underestimate the heavy metal.”
Yuu searched the club for an escape route. His eyes widened when he found an excellent opportunity. “I thought you said Kamenashi doesn’t go clubbing,” he said at last, eyes fixed on the middle of the dance floor.
“He doesn’t,” Jin said, grinning. “He only comes when I drag him, and even then he just stands there, he doesn’t even try to dance, well, except maybe sway a little-“
“Oh, I think he dances, alright,” Yuu interrupted. He sounded highly amused. Jin finally took his eyes off the alcohol bottles stacked on the bar and blinked at him. “What?”
“Although that,” Yuu gestured; “doesn’t really look like dancing so much as fucking with clothes on,” he said, grinning, as Jin whirled around to stare at the floor.
Jin choked when he saw Kame. Yuu was totally right about the dancing, though, he had to agree. The pretty young thing Kame seemed to be dancing with seemed to be in the blissed-out stage humans get after they've been bitten a bit. Although, Jin thought, his eyes narrowing, anyone would be like that if Kame was trying to fuck them through their clothes - wait. Who was the third person… was there one, or was it just his eyes playing tricks on him? He squinted into the distance. That hair, it kinda looked like… He gasped in outrage.
“I never knew Kamenashi was so bendy,” Yuu murmured, looking appreciatively at the three figures on the floor and having no knowledge of Jin bursting with apoplexy next to him. “Is that why you get all weird when it comes to him-“
“I do not get weird, okay, now stop looking at him,” Jin hissed, trying to cover Yuu’s eyes with his sparkly purple scarf.
“This is a free country,” Yuu started, still staring intently at the scene and avoiding Jin’s hands, but shrieked when Jin pounced on him with a yell. “You fucker, get off, that stupid thing clashes with my green shirt-“
“Ooh, I like that jacket he has on,” Yuu commented a while later. “Do you think he bought it from an S&M store?”
Jin glared up at Yuu and tried, once again, to throw him off. Yuu, predictably, remained firmly seated on top of Jin, not even bothering to glance down at him. If Jin wasn’t so mad, he would’ve been rather insulted at how easily he’d been overpowered.
It’s because you don’t have enough blood in your system, an annoyingly Kame-like voice sounded in his head. He promptly hissed at it to shut up.
But as it was, he had to sit and fume until Kame spotted them (mostly due to Yuu’s rather energetic waving) and started towards them. Jin glared at him as he gently deposited the girl on a free chair and ordered her a drink (“Non-alcoholic, lots of sugar”).
“Hi, Yuu,” Kame nodded at the other as he sat down in the chair next to him and glanced at Jin, who had currently turned his head away to the other side, pointedly not looking at Kame. “Nice chair.”
“Thanks,” Yuu grinned. “It’s all the rage, you know, easychairs.”
Kame snorted. Jin continued to look away until someone’s sneakers came into his field of vision. “Hey, Akanishi, long time no see.”
Jin looked up till he saw Koki’s grinning face. The bastard. He made grabbing and strangling motions, sadly made ineffective by the fact that he could only reach till about Koki’s knee.
“Let me up, asshole!”
“And hello to you too,” Koki said, sliding down beside Kame.
“I will kill you.”
“I’m so scared,” Koki said, deadpan. “Kame, hold me.” With that he latched on to Kame, who was trying very hard to suppress his laughter.
“I didn’t know you lived nearby, Tanaka-kun,” Yuu asked with interest, ignoring the incoherent threats coming from under him.
Koki grinned. “I don’t. But I can hardly ignore a close friend’s plea for company when he calls me after so long, can I?”
Yuu raised his eyebrows. The unintelligible noises coming from Jin suddenly stopped. Kame sipped his drink demurely.
“I figured I should look for…” he trailed off. “Companions,” he said at last, starting to smile. “Since it seems like mine is about to go into hibernation pretty soon, you know.”
“I am not!” Jin yelled and renewed his attempts to get free. Everyone present ignored the outburst.
“You two were pretty thick before too, huh,” Yuu observed. “I seem to remember hearing some rather unflattering things about you and your lineage from Ji- um, a mutual acquaintance all those years ago,” he said, looking apologetically at Koki and clapping a hand on Jin’s mouth, which had been open as a precursor for one of his ringing screams (everyone knew the signs).
Koki waved away the apology. “We’re pretty close,” he agreed. “And my dog died recently, so I was totally up for Kame’s call of need, right. Like a change of scene. Come on, Kame, let’s dance!”
“I’ll show you call of nee-umppff!” Jin struggled as hard as he could to dislodge Yuu’s hands (his efforts were tragically unsuccessful) and actually snarled when a pretty girl asked to take a picture of the two pretty guys wrestling on the floor. Yuu, however, pushed down his face and held a V-for-Victory sign, complete with a dazzling smile as the girl clicked away.
Jin stared at where Kame and Koki was now working on another girl and fumed.
---
Kame took a deep breath as he stood outside the door of their apartment. When Kame and Koki had come back, flushed and heady from the dancing and the blood and charged up from the heavy flirting with (many, many) girls, Yuu was cozying up to a slender girl with long, long hair (maybe it was a fetish, Kame thought idly) and Jin was nowhere to be seen.
He turned the key, pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dark, except for the small table lamp that was currently blazing at full power. Beside it, Jin was propped up on the chair in what seemed to be an extremely uncomfortable position, fast asleep. Beside him was a notepad with the words ‘if I am sleeping you better WAKE ME UP YOU BASTARD because we are having WORDS. MANY WORDS.’ The two last words were underlined and circled at least three times. Kame’s lips twitched as he took off his jacket and tried to do exactly that.
Jin was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t move even after Kame tried to wake him up. Violently. When five minutes of yelling, pulling and shaking had passed, and Jin was still off like a light, Kame decided that it was time for drastic measures.
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Consciousness came back to Jin slowly and gradually. But even after the fog in his brain lifted away, Jin wanted nothing more but to curl into a more comfortable position and go back to sleep. Preferably for a day. Or maybe more, he thought fuzzily. He felt something pressing on one of his hands and shifted. He didn't know how long he slept after that - maybe a minute, maybe an hour, but he woke up when he felt his legs being moved. He sighed as he shifted yet again.
It took a long time for him to realize what was happening. It was only when he sighed in contentment and turned his neck to the side that alarm bells started ringing dimly in his head. He opened his eyes with an effort and blinked away the spots, seeing the off-white of the ceiling. He felt cold air brush his chest and shivered. Although he wasn't really feeling that cold, which was sort of strange. In fact he was warm, pleasantly so, and why would that be, when he wasn't even wearing his t-shi- wait, why wasn't he wearing his shirt, he distinctly remembered changing into one after he got back from the club and Yuu and Koki and Kame-
"Kame," he gasped when he felt cold fingers trail up his back, lingering at his nape. He let out a breath when he felt the fingers twisting in his hair, pulling his head to the side and couldn't stop the shiver when he felt lips graze against the skin. It was for only a moment that he wondered about his choices - sleep, or sex. It was a very predictable decision, at the end.
"Mm," he smiled on an exhale, his eyes fluttering closed when he felt the hot kisses breathed over his neck. "Don't think you're getting out of it by distracting me. Because you won't." He couldn't stop himself from arching up into Kame even after he felt the breathless laughter on his skin.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Just one glimpse of the intensity in Kame's brown gaze as it roved over his body was enough for Jin's breath to hitch as he concentrated on getting Kame's tank top off of him. "Good," he said breathlessly. "Because you are in so much trouble. So much."
Kame did something with his tongue that made Jin moan embarrassingly loudly. "Am I, now?" he murmured, fingers slipping into Jin's shorts.
"Yes," Jin breathed, hands clenching on Kame's shoulders. "Yes, yes, yes." His leaned up to nuzzle against the side of Kame's neck, the fine hair tickling his face. "I should banish you to the couch for an entire year."
"I suppose I could call Koki to catch up-"
"Or maybe a month - what?" Jin interrupted, eyes snapping open and narrowing in spite of himself.
Kame laughed. "Did you know he's staying three blocks from here?"
Jin lifted his head and glared at Kame. "That is not going to work, okay, so stop."
Kame raised his eyebrows in patented innocence. "I have no idea what you mean."
Jin saw the smirk playing on Kame's lips and felt his earlier irritation resurface. Kame saw Jin's jaw clench and smiled to himself. He tried very hard to maintain a straight face as he let Jin wrestle him down on the couch.
"You," Jin muttered, glaring with intensity at Kame; "are impossible." Kame lay back comfortably, peeking at Jin through his bangs, smirking, knowing full well what he was doing to Jin.
"And mine," Jin whispered, just as he let his fangs surface, biting into Kame's neck and letting the rich blood flow into his mouth.
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"Guess it's not that bad," Jin murmured sleepily as he snuggled into Kame. "You're still on the couch for a month, though, blood or no."
"How're you planning on drinking then?" Kame wanted to know. "If you're only going to drink from me, I mean. Because I seriously doubt vampires can survive for a month without-"
"Fine, a day. No more arguing, I won't budge for a minute less," Jin said, glaring, although the effect was somewhat lessened by the giant yawn that immediately followed.
"A day. Whatever you say," Kame replied with a straight face. "How long are you going to sleep again?"
Jin looked suspiciously at him, then decided he'd think about the specifics later. "Oh, I don't know," he yawned again. "Probably a day." And with that, he was fast asleep, curling his arms around Kame.
Kame was still smiling when he dialed the familiar numbers. "Thanks," he said, as soon as he heard the garbled hello. "I owe you."
He let his fingers brush the small wound on his throat, already half-healed when Koki laughed. "So it worked, huh."
"Oh yes," Kame smiled in satisfaction as he dropped his hand to brush over the riotous curls of Jin's hair. "It worked."
---End.