[log] Shiraishi & Yukimura
WHO: Shiraishi and Yukimura
WHERE: A park in Kanagawa.
WHEN: 11/22 ~ Disaster weekend
WHAT: Yukimura offers up packs of blood but..... ends up getting bitten instead.
RATING: PG-13+
'Park nxt 2 tennis courts' Yukimura sent one swift message to Shiraishi's phone as he tugged his coat closer to his skin. It wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't warm either. He gripped the shoulder of his messenger bag tightly as he headed towards his destination, lips pressing together as he forced a calm expression. He would just give Shiraishi the blood packs, then go to Sanada. No problem at all.
In the distance, Shiraishi's cell phone rang of a soft melody that catches to Yukimura's ears seconds after the text message is sent. Shiraishi flips open his phone, reads the message, and sniffs the air out. There's blood somewhere nearby, and the craving is getting stronger. Controlling his urge to tear apart the fences, trees, and play grounds in the park, he walks in the direction of the tennis courts. He knows not where it is, but can smell something delicious nearby.
The gate opening to the park creaked ominously as Yukimura let it swing shut behind him. Here first, not a surprise. He lived nearby, Shiraishi didn't. Wasn't it a little obscure to come all of this way, just for...well this. Surely plenty of places in Osaka offer blood banks or well... people. Yukimura fingered the item in his pocket warily as he waited by the fence for Shiraishi to arrive. He knew it wouldn't be long though.
Once Shiraishi had caught a glimpse of the fence and the silhouette of Rikkai's captain, he makes no hesitation in his movements and calls out to him, "Were you waiting long?" Shiraishi takes this time to unbutton his shirt a little bit; he could feel the yearning for Yukimura's neck the closer and closer he came to him. There was little control left, at this point in time, but what little sanity that Shiraishi had -- he better use it, and fast. Yukimura was going to be a tough customer.
His eyes rose as soon as his ears heard footsteps, already tensing on guard. "Shiraishi-kun," he nodded a little. "I brought the packs as promised," Yukimura smiled faintly, remaining guarded just in case. It probably didn't help that his own neck was showing slightly, one side more than the other as his coat had become a little lop-sided. His hand gripped the object in his pocket tighter, getting ready to use it.
"You have done well to do that." Shiraishi approaches closer to examine the packs and grins, "I could smell this from the distance, and followed it abruptly. What shall we do with them?" He looks up into Yukimura's eyes, shimmering with brilliance in the moonlight. Shiraishi could almost see the tenseness in Yukimura's body, and noted that soon, that would have to be fixed.
"Well...you'll have to bite the plastic-" Yukimura cut off sharply as he quickly tugged a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, planning on tying Shiraishi down so he wouldn't be attacked instead. He heard a click as cold metal clasped around one wrist - only it was plainly obvious it would have only been from surprise. Second time would probably not be so lucky.
Shiraishi wasn't all that surprised when Yukimura pulled out the handcuffs and managed to sling it around his bandaged wrist. Seeing Yukimura look so.....serious and frightened, he paused for a minute and grinned, "Is that all, Yukimura?" With one swift pull, Shiraishi managed to catch Yukimura in his arms, securing him in his grip and used his cuffed hand to quickly attach it to his newest victim. The packs fell to the ground when their bodies collided with another, then Shiraishi lets out a laugh, "I'm not letting you get away with giving me day-old blood when I can have it fresh right here and right now."
Within seconds Yukimura felt as though he'd been winded. His lips had started to echo back 'Is that all' when he felt metal wrap around his own wrist, Shiraishi's cold arms keeping him even more firmly in place. He scowled, ready to bitch and kick his way out if he had to. "I never gave you permission and you said you'd try it first" he hissed, his free hand pushed against him, not giving in without a fight.
"Don't make me laugh." Shiraishi could feel Yukimura's body struggling in his arms. Annoyed and restless, Shiraishi pushes Yukimura up against the fence, securing Yukimura's body in place. He entangled his right leg with Yukimura's to make one last adjustment to their position, "I've been starving for hours and I just want a taste of you, regardless of how much misery it's going to put me through."
"Shiraishi," Yukimura snapped out, he pushed at the other again, trying to twist out. Trying to find the stupid key for the lock at the same time. "You're not going to get one-" if he saw fangs, someone was going to get kicked in a very bad place. "Get off me now" he stared right into the others eyes, his own defiant. Never lose.
"Hmmmm, let me think about it - no." Shiraishi's strength was not one to try and stand up to. He knew Yukimura was going to resist, hence, he opened his mouth and breathed lightly into Yukimura's face, he could see the horror in the Rikkai captain's expression and felt the resistance begin to weaken. He smiled on Yukimura, knowing that everything was to his advantage. "I apologize in advance if you're starting to feel excited over this."
Yukimura's eyes had just narrowed when something went horribly wrong. He felt like he should keep saying no, but, he felt different. Slowly he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as his lips parted. "Bastard" he muttered. What had he done? Everything... tingled. And felt hot. So, so, hot. "Wh-what did you do?" his voice shook, already feeling one tremble slither through his body.
"Don't concern yourself over it. Just go with the flow," Shiraishi whispers, moving his free hand slowly down Yukimura's beltline, toying with it a little. "Tell me, how are you feeling right now?" He asks, his breath still so fresh of that aphrodisiac.
A clang-like noise was heard as Yukimura's head tipped back to rest against the metal chain link fence. He could feel his cheeks flushing a little as he bit his lip, trying to turn away. "What. Did. You. Do?" he grit out, his own free hand trying to struggle against the sensations coursing through him. He shuddered when he merely brushed his back against the fence, inwardly cursing the situation. He couldn't even think straight, mind going fuzzy thanks to Shiraishi's 'secret weapon'.
Shiraishi pressed his forehead against Yukimura's and smiles. "You're excited." He chuckles and blows again into Yukimura's face, "I kind of like this." With his free hand, Shiraishi encircles Yukimura's waist, bringing them closer than ever, and begins to massage his back. "Relax, relax. It's not going to kill you." With this, Shiraishi licked his lips and descended his head to Yukimura's exposed neck.
Almost unfazed Yukimura just kept scowling, the hand that had been gripping onto the fence gripped onto Shiraishi's arm instead. His body trembled again in response, breath coming out quicker than he'd like. "Sadist..." he accused, knowing whatever the other was doing was making him feel weaker - making him feel like he wanted this more. It was making him feel hotter, every second, every blast of air, even as Shiraishi's mouth moved closer to his neck. Subconsciously he tilted it, trying to will his body to stop only it wasn't listening to his mind.
Shiraishi blew on Yukimura's neck slowly, letting the sensation run through his body; he felt Yukimura's grip strengthen on his arm and cooed, "You can hold on to whatever you'd like, you know. It's the least I can do for you." He prepared himself for the bite, moistening his lips, tracing them slowly down the curve of Yukimura's neck, feeling how soft and fragile it was. He had to take this slow, he thought. Yukimura's body told him plenty of things at that moment; but it was best to keep teasing him with insistent touching and caressing at the neck. For some reason, he found amusement in playing with Yukimura, like this.
Yukimura swallowed as his eyes shut, he knew he shouldn't be leaning in to Shiraishi's touches, but they made his skin feel more alight. It made his body shudder and tremble and shake in ways he'd never thought possible. Not without tennis. "A....Ass" he hissed out softly as Shiraishi's lips connected with skin, expecting teeth to dig in, only they moved down - teasing him. Making him tremble more. He half-heartedly tried to push at him again.
"Don't try to resist it, Yukimura. This is..." Shiraishi ran his tongue over Yukimura's exposed flesh and lightly kissed it, panting slowly, feeling that hunger and craving grow more aggressive by the second. Opening his mouth slowly to expose his fangs, he breathed out, "This is ecstasy..." And he bit. Slowly. Waiting for the blood to arise from Yukimura's neck, Shiraishi swiftly undone Yukimura's jacket to expose his shirt in preparation for the clean-up job.
Yukimura practically snorted at that, until his body just gave up on his mind and did whatever it wanted completely. It was like being under a spell, knowing but unable to do a thing. He even gasped out, a faint noise emerging from the back of his throat as teeth sunk in. Even at this stage, he refused to lose. His vision went hazy for a moment, but he kept awake - keeping his eyes closed merely because of how awkward it would be not to. "F-For you" his fingers twisted the material of Shiraishi's clothing, unable to stop trembling, feeling like he was going to collapse yet not feeling that weak yet.
Shiraishi fed off Yukimura's neck, letting out small moans -- almost like an animal instinct -- to signify that the bite was a success. He spent 20 minutes drawing blood from Yukimura, feeling himself calmer and calmer with every moment. He could feel his sanity coming back to him, and the aggression getting softer. Shiraishi sighed for a minute before retracting his mouth and licking the excess blood seeping from the bite marks.
The pain dulled after a while. It became almost...soothing. Yukimura's hand dropped to limply rest over Shiraishi's shoulder as more and more blood was drained. His breathing was slow, but it was still stable. That. His eyes flickered open a little, hazed and a little dark. He made a small 'mnnn' noise, trying to raise his hand to thread into Shiraishi's hair when it was almost over, the licking sending sharp jabs of surprise along his spine - tingling there. "Done now?" he murmured, his voice coming out far huskier than he'd planned thanks to the aphrodisiac.
"Cleaning up." Shiraishi simply stated, eyeing the blood flow from the bite mark to Yukimura's collarbone. He took one last lick and smiled, "It's good." His free hand went straight to his back pocket, taking out a piece of gauze and using it to clean up the excess blood on Yukimura's chest. Shiraishi rested his head against the fence, enjoying Yukimura's soft touch in his hair. "I am now. Let me patch up that bite mark, and I'll be all set.
A hum was all Shiraishi received in response for a few moments. Whatever blood was left in his system had circulated evenly save for his face, which was still tinged a little red from the aphrodisiac. Yukimura breathed out and just let Shiraishi patch him up, forcing himself to stay upright. He was still trembling faintly, fingers still curling into Shiraishi's hair in a faintly good grip for someone who had just had their blood drained.
"You... okay?" Shiraishi managed, sort of flushed from their intimacy. He was always like this after biting someone. Once gaining sanity, he felt so.... alive again. Like himself. The hunger stopped controlling him so much. Shiraishi drew back the breath that made his victims weak and finished patching up the wound on Yukimura's neck. He can still feel Yukimura’s anxious body underneath him, hoping for the aphrodisiac to wear off soon.
"You just bit me," Yukimura explained, rather agitatedly despite him being half out of it. If Shiraishi pulled away, he'd just slump to the floor, it was inevitable. He wasn't sure if he'd actually minded it now though. The initial pain was bad, but once you get used to it... it was kind of, well, good. In a sense. "Are you?"
He laughed a little, holding up Yukimura's body with his strength, and pulling back to look into Yukimura's eyes. "I'll be fine now, thanks." Continuing to cling to Yukimura's body, he held up their handcuffed hands. "I don't suppose you have a key to undo this, do you? I don't feel like getting beat by your vice captain tonight."
"You better be," Yukimura was less than pleased. The effects were still there, he was weakened (but not immobile, thank you very much) and he couldn't even move his hand to grab the key. "Coat pocket, though I'm not sure you deserve the luxury of missing Sanada's backhand"
After patching up Yukimura's neck, he reached into Yukimura's coat pocket, feeling it as much as possible for that small key. In the meantime, Shiraishi observed the annoyed and anxious expression on Yukimura's face. He'd certainly calmed down a little after the bite, and seemed to be alright, but Shiraishi wasn't one to assume, the mention of Sanada made his eye twitch a little, "Believe me, this was something I couldn't help." Shiraishi pleaded for Yukimura's mercy.
Yukimura only scowled more. "You're lucky it's not the tennis season," he started, "otherwise I would have smacked you myself". Though, he might later. Shiraishi had taken his blood, why shouldn't he? And why hadn't that stupid feeling and sensation gone away yet? He groaned faintly, annoyed with it all.
"You are free to smack me as much as you'd like." Shiraishi sharply replied, finally getting hold of that key and holding it up between them, "There's a demon inside me that must be satisfied beyond tennis. You must understand, I..." It was obvious Shiraishi was trying to find a way to convince Yukimura that this was an obligation to his kind, his life depended on it. Had he not been gratified then and there with fresh blood, there could've been serious consequence.
"I think..." Yukimura trailed off, seeing the key - desperately wanted to be un-cuffed so he could get away a little. The sensations were still there, and Shiraishi this close was not good. He shifted slightly, gritting his teeth as his body reacted. "How long does this...effect last for?" No, he wasn't going to refer to it properly.
Shiraishi, while still holding the key between them, couldn't help but continue to tease Yukimura a little bit before releasing their hands. He laughs light heartedly now at Yukimura's question, knowing that the effect wore off as soon as they finished, "The only thing keeping you tingling like this [right now] would be the closeness of our bodies. You... seem to like it more than I thought."
Yukimura was less than pleased at Shiraishi's words. "Don't get too full of yourself," though his face did turn a little pinker and he tried to push himself into the fence some more, trying to get more distance. He pushed at Shiraishi weakly, palms pressing flat against his chest, staying weakly even when he tried to get him away. "It's not what you think" No.
"I know that," Shiraishi, using, his cuffed hand, began to caress at it's chained partner rested on his chest.
"Good," though, Yukimura couldn't exactly make his reactions stop either. Why was he not moving away? Why was he not untying them? "Then let me go, I probably need to find help after all" of course he didn't really think that. Sanada would, he did not.
"Is Sanada coming?" Shiraishi inquires, holding up their cuffed hands and searching for the small keyhole. The moonlight wasn't sufficient enough to see these things at night. Shiraishi relaxed his grip on Yukimura's body a little bit.
"I was supposed to meet him, it's likely he'll be looking for me at least," Yukimura sighed faintly, sinking a little as Shiraishi let go, body slumping a little. "Scared?" he asked, voice a little too soft for the question. It was almost teasing.
How cute, Shiraishi thought, Sanada will come for him after all. He found the keyhole, jammed that damn key in there and released their hands, letting the cuffs fall to the ground, as well as Yukimura's frail body. "Scared? Not really. Once he's here, then the rest of the team will come running. I've calmed down so there'd be no need to fight anything."
Yukimura bit his lip as his body sunk to the floor with nothing to hold him up. He could feel the metal cuffs next to him, digging into his skin as his hand pressed into them by accident. "Sanada would want to regardless of your situation, Shiraishi" Yukimura smiled wryly. "Can I have the key back?" he leant back against the fence, eyes staring up at the other.
Shiraishi closed his eyes and chuckled, throwing the key down which on his luck, landed right next to the handcuffs. "I suppose he would. Though," Shiraishi kneeled down to his victim, "That's only if he knew that this incident occurred."
Yukimura's hand twitched when Shiraishi knelt down, eyes narrowed in distaste. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't tell him it was you". Even though Shiraishi could probably even kill him right now, he didn't hold back how he felt about the situation. He was angry and felt violated, even. There was no way he was getting off easily.
The Bible of Shitenhouji tapped at his chin and looked in any direction other than Yukimura's angry expression. "Perhaps we can work out a deal of some sort?" Then his eyes finally landed on Yukimura, "Got an idea of what you want to do with me?"
"..." Surely that shouldn't have sounded as it did in his head right then. Why was he still reacting, anyway? Surely the other was wrong and unaware the ...thing could last for longer than he thought. "I'm not sure, but I think you should have to make it up to me somehow" It didn't matter how, as long as it was worth something.
"I'll make it up to you then. Somehow. You just let me know." Shiraishi winked, "You have my number, don't you?" He moved to Yukimura's right side to examine the bite. "It's healing pretty fast," Shiraishi revealed from his own jacket pocket, a forest green scarf with Shitenhouji's emblem on it, "Here." Shiraishi handed it to Yukimura, "If you can think up some way for me to make this up to you, then I advise you to use it."
"Alright," like he'd let Shiraishi forget. "I'll let you know when I think of something..." he trailed off, looking sort of confused at the scarf. What was that for? He tried to shift his arm to pick it up, but it just twitched and stayed in place. Damn it. It was like before. Pre-surgery. "You're going to have a lot of making up to do" he almost snapped under his breath.
Shiraishi stood up and turned to go and fetch the blood packs, holding them up, then turning to Yukimura, "Day old stuff is like a snack to me. I'll save these for later." He felt... a little bad about leaving Yukimura like that, weak, still aroused and angry at him, but it was time to leave. Sanada would come looking for Yukimura, and Shiraishi still had one more feed to attend to before he called it a night. "I'll take my leave of you now. We'll see each other again soon, I hope?"
"As long as you use them," Yukimura murmured faintly. He could feel himself getting weaker already. "You have to make it up to me, of course we will" even if he was weak, even if he was struggling to stay conscious Yukimura could still glare pretty well. He did so, eyes practically burning onto the other.
"Take care of your kouhai demon's hunger. And you take care of yourself." He felt Yukimura's glare even when he turned his back on Rikkai's captain, heading for the gates. He knew Yukimura wasn't going to take this so easily, and began to wonder about the coming punishment he was going to endure. But for now, he was satisfied. The night was still too young to be called a night. Shiraishi, then, hurried off to see his next victim.
WHERE: A park in Kanagawa.
WHEN: 11/22 ~ Disaster weekend
WHAT: Yukimura offers up packs of blood but..... ends up getting bitten instead.
RATING: PG-13+
'Park nxt 2 tennis courts' Yukimura sent one swift message to Shiraishi's phone as he tugged his coat closer to his skin. It wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't warm either. He gripped the shoulder of his messenger bag tightly as he headed towards his destination, lips pressing together as he forced a calm expression. He would just give Shiraishi the blood packs, then go to Sanada. No problem at all.
In the distance, Shiraishi's cell phone rang of a soft melody that catches to Yukimura's ears seconds after the text message is sent. Shiraishi flips open his phone, reads the message, and sniffs the air out. There's blood somewhere nearby, and the craving is getting stronger. Controlling his urge to tear apart the fences, trees, and play grounds in the park, he walks in the direction of the tennis courts. He knows not where it is, but can smell something delicious nearby.
The gate opening to the park creaked ominously as Yukimura let it swing shut behind him. Here first, not a surprise. He lived nearby, Shiraishi didn't. Wasn't it a little obscure to come all of this way, just for...well this. Surely plenty of places in Osaka offer blood banks or well... people. Yukimura fingered the item in his pocket warily as he waited by the fence for Shiraishi to arrive. He knew it wouldn't be long though.
Once Shiraishi had caught a glimpse of the fence and the silhouette of Rikkai's captain, he makes no hesitation in his movements and calls out to him, "Were you waiting long?" Shiraishi takes this time to unbutton his shirt a little bit; he could feel the yearning for Yukimura's neck the closer and closer he came to him. There was little control left, at this point in time, but what little sanity that Shiraishi had -- he better use it, and fast. Yukimura was going to be a tough customer.
His eyes rose as soon as his ears heard footsteps, already tensing on guard. "Shiraishi-kun," he nodded a little. "I brought the packs as promised," Yukimura smiled faintly, remaining guarded just in case. It probably didn't help that his own neck was showing slightly, one side more than the other as his coat had become a little lop-sided. His hand gripped the object in his pocket tighter, getting ready to use it.
"You have done well to do that." Shiraishi approaches closer to examine the packs and grins, "I could smell this from the distance, and followed it abruptly. What shall we do with them?" He looks up into Yukimura's eyes, shimmering with brilliance in the moonlight. Shiraishi could almost see the tenseness in Yukimura's body, and noted that soon, that would have to be fixed.
"Well...you'll have to bite the plastic-" Yukimura cut off sharply as he quickly tugged a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, planning on tying Shiraishi down so he wouldn't be attacked instead. He heard a click as cold metal clasped around one wrist - only it was plainly obvious it would have only been from surprise. Second time would probably not be so lucky.
Shiraishi wasn't all that surprised when Yukimura pulled out the handcuffs and managed to sling it around his bandaged wrist. Seeing Yukimura look so.....serious and frightened, he paused for a minute and grinned, "Is that all, Yukimura?" With one swift pull, Shiraishi managed to catch Yukimura in his arms, securing him in his grip and used his cuffed hand to quickly attach it to his newest victim. The packs fell to the ground when their bodies collided with another, then Shiraishi lets out a laugh, "I'm not letting you get away with giving me day-old blood when I can have it fresh right here and right now."
Within seconds Yukimura felt as though he'd been winded. His lips had started to echo back 'Is that all' when he felt metal wrap around his own wrist, Shiraishi's cold arms keeping him even more firmly in place. He scowled, ready to bitch and kick his way out if he had to. "I never gave you permission and you said you'd try it first" he hissed, his free hand pushed against him, not giving in without a fight.
"Don't make me laugh." Shiraishi could feel Yukimura's body struggling in his arms. Annoyed and restless, Shiraishi pushes Yukimura up against the fence, securing Yukimura's body in place. He entangled his right leg with Yukimura's to make one last adjustment to their position, "I've been starving for hours and I just want a taste of you, regardless of how much misery it's going to put me through."
"Shiraishi," Yukimura snapped out, he pushed at the other again, trying to twist out. Trying to find the stupid key for the lock at the same time. "You're not going to get one-" if he saw fangs, someone was going to get kicked in a very bad place. "Get off me now" he stared right into the others eyes, his own defiant. Never lose.
"Hmmmm, let me think about it - no." Shiraishi's strength was not one to try and stand up to. He knew Yukimura was going to resist, hence, he opened his mouth and breathed lightly into Yukimura's face, he could see the horror in the Rikkai captain's expression and felt the resistance begin to weaken. He smiled on Yukimura, knowing that everything was to his advantage. "I apologize in advance if you're starting to feel excited over this."
Yukimura's eyes had just narrowed when something went horribly wrong. He felt like he should keep saying no, but, he felt different. Slowly he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as his lips parted. "Bastard" he muttered. What had he done? Everything... tingled. And felt hot. So, so, hot. "Wh-what did you do?" his voice shook, already feeling one tremble slither through his body.
"Don't concern yourself over it. Just go with the flow," Shiraishi whispers, moving his free hand slowly down Yukimura's beltline, toying with it a little. "Tell me, how are you feeling right now?" He asks, his breath still so fresh of that aphrodisiac.
A clang-like noise was heard as Yukimura's head tipped back to rest against the metal chain link fence. He could feel his cheeks flushing a little as he bit his lip, trying to turn away. "What. Did. You. Do?" he grit out, his own free hand trying to struggle against the sensations coursing through him. He shuddered when he merely brushed his back against the fence, inwardly cursing the situation. He couldn't even think straight, mind going fuzzy thanks to Shiraishi's 'secret weapon'.
Shiraishi pressed his forehead against Yukimura's and smiles. "You're excited." He chuckles and blows again into Yukimura's face, "I kind of like this." With his free hand, Shiraishi encircles Yukimura's waist, bringing them closer than ever, and begins to massage his back. "Relax, relax. It's not going to kill you." With this, Shiraishi licked his lips and descended his head to Yukimura's exposed neck.
Almost unfazed Yukimura just kept scowling, the hand that had been gripping onto the fence gripped onto Shiraishi's arm instead. His body trembled again in response, breath coming out quicker than he'd like. "Sadist..." he accused, knowing whatever the other was doing was making him feel weaker - making him feel like he wanted this more. It was making him feel hotter, every second, every blast of air, even as Shiraishi's mouth moved closer to his neck. Subconsciously he tilted it, trying to will his body to stop only it wasn't listening to his mind.
Shiraishi blew on Yukimura's neck slowly, letting the sensation run through his body; he felt Yukimura's grip strengthen on his arm and cooed, "You can hold on to whatever you'd like, you know. It's the least I can do for you." He prepared himself for the bite, moistening his lips, tracing them slowly down the curve of Yukimura's neck, feeling how soft and fragile it was. He had to take this slow, he thought. Yukimura's body told him plenty of things at that moment; but it was best to keep teasing him with insistent touching and caressing at the neck. For some reason, he found amusement in playing with Yukimura, like this.
Yukimura swallowed as his eyes shut, he knew he shouldn't be leaning in to Shiraishi's touches, but they made his skin feel more alight. It made his body shudder and tremble and shake in ways he'd never thought possible. Not without tennis. "A....Ass" he hissed out softly as Shiraishi's lips connected with skin, expecting teeth to dig in, only they moved down - teasing him. Making him tremble more. He half-heartedly tried to push at him again.
"Don't try to resist it, Yukimura. This is..." Shiraishi ran his tongue over Yukimura's exposed flesh and lightly kissed it, panting slowly, feeling that hunger and craving grow more aggressive by the second. Opening his mouth slowly to expose his fangs, he breathed out, "This is ecstasy..." And he bit. Slowly. Waiting for the blood to arise from Yukimura's neck, Shiraishi swiftly undone Yukimura's jacket to expose his shirt in preparation for the clean-up job.
Yukimura practically snorted at that, until his body just gave up on his mind and did whatever it wanted completely. It was like being under a spell, knowing but unable to do a thing. He even gasped out, a faint noise emerging from the back of his throat as teeth sunk in. Even at this stage, he refused to lose. His vision went hazy for a moment, but he kept awake - keeping his eyes closed merely because of how awkward it would be not to. "F-For you" his fingers twisted the material of Shiraishi's clothing, unable to stop trembling, feeling like he was going to collapse yet not feeling that weak yet.
Shiraishi fed off Yukimura's neck, letting out small moans -- almost like an animal instinct -- to signify that the bite was a success. He spent 20 minutes drawing blood from Yukimura, feeling himself calmer and calmer with every moment. He could feel his sanity coming back to him, and the aggression getting softer. Shiraishi sighed for a minute before retracting his mouth and licking the excess blood seeping from the bite marks.
The pain dulled after a while. It became almost...soothing. Yukimura's hand dropped to limply rest over Shiraishi's shoulder as more and more blood was drained. His breathing was slow, but it was still stable. That. His eyes flickered open a little, hazed and a little dark. He made a small 'mnnn' noise, trying to raise his hand to thread into Shiraishi's hair when it was almost over, the licking sending sharp jabs of surprise along his spine - tingling there. "Done now?" he murmured, his voice coming out far huskier than he'd planned thanks to the aphrodisiac.
"Cleaning up." Shiraishi simply stated, eyeing the blood flow from the bite mark to Yukimura's collarbone. He took one last lick and smiled, "It's good." His free hand went straight to his back pocket, taking out a piece of gauze and using it to clean up the excess blood on Yukimura's chest. Shiraishi rested his head against the fence, enjoying Yukimura's soft touch in his hair. "I am now. Let me patch up that bite mark, and I'll be all set.
A hum was all Shiraishi received in response for a few moments. Whatever blood was left in his system had circulated evenly save for his face, which was still tinged a little red from the aphrodisiac. Yukimura breathed out and just let Shiraishi patch him up, forcing himself to stay upright. He was still trembling faintly, fingers still curling into Shiraishi's hair in a faintly good grip for someone who had just had their blood drained.
"You... okay?" Shiraishi managed, sort of flushed from their intimacy. He was always like this after biting someone. Once gaining sanity, he felt so.... alive again. Like himself. The hunger stopped controlling him so much. Shiraishi drew back the breath that made his victims weak and finished patching up the wound on Yukimura's neck. He can still feel Yukimura’s anxious body underneath him, hoping for the aphrodisiac to wear off soon.
"You just bit me," Yukimura explained, rather agitatedly despite him being half out of it. If Shiraishi pulled away, he'd just slump to the floor, it was inevitable. He wasn't sure if he'd actually minded it now though. The initial pain was bad, but once you get used to it... it was kind of, well, good. In a sense. "Are you?"
He laughed a little, holding up Yukimura's body with his strength, and pulling back to look into Yukimura's eyes. "I'll be fine now, thanks." Continuing to cling to Yukimura's body, he held up their handcuffed hands. "I don't suppose you have a key to undo this, do you? I don't feel like getting beat by your vice captain tonight."
"You better be," Yukimura was less than pleased. The effects were still there, he was weakened (but not immobile, thank you very much) and he couldn't even move his hand to grab the key. "Coat pocket, though I'm not sure you deserve the luxury of missing Sanada's backhand"
After patching up Yukimura's neck, he reached into Yukimura's coat pocket, feeling it as much as possible for that small key. In the meantime, Shiraishi observed the annoyed and anxious expression on Yukimura's face. He'd certainly calmed down a little after the bite, and seemed to be alright, but Shiraishi wasn't one to assume, the mention of Sanada made his eye twitch a little, "Believe me, this was something I couldn't help." Shiraishi pleaded for Yukimura's mercy.
Yukimura only scowled more. "You're lucky it's not the tennis season," he started, "otherwise I would have smacked you myself". Though, he might later. Shiraishi had taken his blood, why shouldn't he? And why hadn't that stupid feeling and sensation gone away yet? He groaned faintly, annoyed with it all.
"You are free to smack me as much as you'd like." Shiraishi sharply replied, finally getting hold of that key and holding it up between them, "There's a demon inside me that must be satisfied beyond tennis. You must understand, I..." It was obvious Shiraishi was trying to find a way to convince Yukimura that this was an obligation to his kind, his life depended on it. Had he not been gratified then and there with fresh blood, there could've been serious consequence.
"I think..." Yukimura trailed off, seeing the key - desperately wanted to be un-cuffed so he could get away a little. The sensations were still there, and Shiraishi this close was not good. He shifted slightly, gritting his teeth as his body reacted. "How long does this...effect last for?" No, he wasn't going to refer to it properly.
Shiraishi, while still holding the key between them, couldn't help but continue to tease Yukimura a little bit before releasing their hands. He laughs light heartedly now at Yukimura's question, knowing that the effect wore off as soon as they finished, "The only thing keeping you tingling like this [right now] would be the closeness of our bodies. You... seem to like it more than I thought."
Yukimura was less than pleased at Shiraishi's words. "Don't get too full of yourself," though his face did turn a little pinker and he tried to push himself into the fence some more, trying to get more distance. He pushed at Shiraishi weakly, palms pressing flat against his chest, staying weakly even when he tried to get him away. "It's not what you think" No.
"I know that," Shiraishi, using, his cuffed hand, began to caress at it's chained partner rested on his chest.
"Good," though, Yukimura couldn't exactly make his reactions stop either. Why was he not moving away? Why was he not untying them? "Then let me go, I probably need to find help after all" of course he didn't really think that. Sanada would, he did not.
"Is Sanada coming?" Shiraishi inquires, holding up their cuffed hands and searching for the small keyhole. The moonlight wasn't sufficient enough to see these things at night. Shiraishi relaxed his grip on Yukimura's body a little bit.
"I was supposed to meet him, it's likely he'll be looking for me at least," Yukimura sighed faintly, sinking a little as Shiraishi let go, body slumping a little. "Scared?" he asked, voice a little too soft for the question. It was almost teasing.
How cute, Shiraishi thought, Sanada will come for him after all. He found the keyhole, jammed that damn key in there and released their hands, letting the cuffs fall to the ground, as well as Yukimura's frail body. "Scared? Not really. Once he's here, then the rest of the team will come running. I've calmed down so there'd be no need to fight anything."
Yukimura bit his lip as his body sunk to the floor with nothing to hold him up. He could feel the metal cuffs next to him, digging into his skin as his hand pressed into them by accident. "Sanada would want to regardless of your situation, Shiraishi" Yukimura smiled wryly. "Can I have the key back?" he leant back against the fence, eyes staring up at the other.
Shiraishi closed his eyes and chuckled, throwing the key down which on his luck, landed right next to the handcuffs. "I suppose he would. Though," Shiraishi kneeled down to his victim, "That's only if he knew that this incident occurred."
Yukimura's hand twitched when Shiraishi knelt down, eyes narrowed in distaste. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't tell him it was you". Even though Shiraishi could probably even kill him right now, he didn't hold back how he felt about the situation. He was angry and felt violated, even. There was no way he was getting off easily.
The Bible of Shitenhouji tapped at his chin and looked in any direction other than Yukimura's angry expression. "Perhaps we can work out a deal of some sort?" Then his eyes finally landed on Yukimura, "Got an idea of what you want to do with me?"
"..." Surely that shouldn't have sounded as it did in his head right then. Why was he still reacting, anyway? Surely the other was wrong and unaware the ...thing could last for longer than he thought. "I'm not sure, but I think you should have to make it up to me somehow" It didn't matter how, as long as it was worth something.
"I'll make it up to you then. Somehow. You just let me know." Shiraishi winked, "You have my number, don't you?" He moved to Yukimura's right side to examine the bite. "It's healing pretty fast," Shiraishi revealed from his own jacket pocket, a forest green scarf with Shitenhouji's emblem on it, "Here." Shiraishi handed it to Yukimura, "If you can think up some way for me to make this up to you, then I advise you to use it."
"Alright," like he'd let Shiraishi forget. "I'll let you know when I think of something..." he trailed off, looking sort of confused at the scarf. What was that for? He tried to shift his arm to pick it up, but it just twitched and stayed in place. Damn it. It was like before. Pre-surgery. "You're going to have a lot of making up to do" he almost snapped under his breath.
Shiraishi stood up and turned to go and fetch the blood packs, holding them up, then turning to Yukimura, "Day old stuff is like a snack to me. I'll save these for later." He felt... a little bad about leaving Yukimura like that, weak, still aroused and angry at him, but it was time to leave. Sanada would come looking for Yukimura, and Shiraishi still had one more feed to attend to before he called it a night. "I'll take my leave of you now. We'll see each other again soon, I hope?"
"As long as you use them," Yukimura murmured faintly. He could feel himself getting weaker already. "You have to make it up to me, of course we will" even if he was weak, even if he was struggling to stay conscious Yukimura could still glare pretty well. He did so, eyes practically burning onto the other.
"Take care of your kouhai demon's hunger. And you take care of yourself." He felt Yukimura's glare even when he turned his back on Rikkai's captain, heading for the gates. He knew Yukimura wasn't going to take this so easily, and began to wonder about the coming punishment he was going to endure. But for now, he was satisfied. The night was still too young to be called a night. Shiraishi, then, hurried off to see his next victim.