His ch. 7
Title: His
Chapter: 7/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: I own neither GazettE nor nokubura, sorry.
Comment: Sorry for the delay, guys.
Aoi switched the TV off and sighed deeply. They had watched two films and now there was nothing interesting on. He had already zapped through all the channels at least twice to make sure. He leaned back against the backrest, looking fondly down at Uruha, who was still lying in his lap. “Hey.”
“Hmm?” Uruha turned to lie on his back so he could look back up at Aoi.
“Are you tired?”
“Not really.” Sleep was one of the things he wasn't exactly lacking now, as opposed to when he was still in school.
Aoi seemed to think through his words carefully, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips, as if he couldn't quite decide how to formulate his sentence. “Tell me about your past.”
Uruha averted his eyes, staring at the black TV screen. He wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to know, but shouldn't he be honest with his Master? Besides, he didn't really have anything to lose, did he? Aoi had probably realised by now that Uruha's life hadn't been all fine and dandy, well, even before he was kidnapped by a demon. “Will you read my mind if I don't tell you?”
If Uruha hadn't been looking away, he would have caught the hurt look on Aoi's face before he recomposed himself, his lips twitching into a forced smile. “No,” he whispered, stroking Uruha's hair. “I want to hear it from you.”
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Uruha closed his eyes and curled up on the sofa. “I was the second child. My mother gave birth to a girl, who died at the age of three. She was devastated, and desperately wanted another. Even if she never told me directly, I think she was disappointed that I was a boy. She had always wanted a daughter more than anything. Both her and my father worked long shifts, so for as long as I can remember, I've been taking care of myself. I cooked my own meals, washed my own clothes and made my own bento boxes. I don't think either of them ever showed up at my school. I was bullied a lot in school, they used to call me names, like nerd, or wimp.”
Uruha's pursed his lips out of reflex at the memory, but Aoi didn't comment on it. “Then when they found out about my parental situation, they'd call me an orphan, or brag loudly about all the fun stuff their parents did with them just to hurt me. I didn't have any friends, so I just locked myself in my room and listened to music, occasionally surfing on the internet, and as all kids do, I discovered porn at some point. Didn't take me long to figure out my preferences, but by then I was too careful to tell anyone.”
“About your kinks?” Aoi cocked a brow, and Uruha waved his hand dismissively.
“No, about the gay thing. But we're getting there.” He swallowed thickly and just concentrated on breathing evenly for a while. “First year of high school, I did get a few friends. We hung out together, played football, all that stuff. It didn't matter if I liked any of it or not, I was so thrilled to finally have friends that I did whatever they did. I tried both smoking and drinking, but had to cut the smoking because of financial reasons. My parents weren't poor, but they weren't exactly eager to waste any more money on me than they already did by paying for studies. It was around then I started experimenting a little, and figured out that I had an S&M fetish. At the time, I trusted my friends, so I told them.”
Several moments passed in silence, and Aoi turned Uruha's head towards him, wiping one of the tears that was rolling down his cheek. They looked at each other for a long while, Uruha blinking away his tears as they appeared and choking his sobs. “They turned on me completely. Called me weird, unnatural, a...” Another deep breath. “A freak. I stopped going to school for a while, staying at home and avoiding all human contact. It took a couple of weeks before the school managed to get my dad's phone number, but when they called him, he was furious. He threatened to beat me up if I didn't go back to school, asking the teachers to contact him immediately if I didn't show up in class. There were still people I could talk to, but only during school. Nobody wanted to spend time with me after classes.”
“I finished my last year with top grades, got into the university my parents wanted, and made a few friends. The rest of the students were decent enough to at least treat me with respect during classes. I was still lonely, though. I didn't trust anyone, so I always lied and just went with whatever everyone else said. It felt like I wasn't even living my own life.” He sat up and folded his hands in his lap, sighing deeply. “I just wanted friends who I could be myself with, someone who I could be around and not have to pretend I was someone else all the time.”
Aoi was watching from the corner of his eye as Uruha wiped the tears that kept falling. “I'm sorry.”
Uruha shook his head, letting out a faint sob. “Don't be. Thanks to you, I have a real home now.”
Smiling gently, Aoi picked Uruha up and carried him to the bathroom. “I need a shower. Join me.” Uruha nodded, taking off his clothes while Aoi did the same and stepping into the shower. It was big enough for two, yet Aoi still got as close to Uruha as possible, turning on the water and hugging him tightly. “I won't let anyone hurt you any more.”
“You mean except yourself?”
“Only when you like it.” Aoi grinned and pinched Uruha's nipple, pecking his lips and sliding his hands down Uruha's arms.
Uruha drew a shaky breath and embraced Aoi, burying his head in Aoi's shoulder. “I'm scared.”
Aoi smiled bitterly, stroking the back of Uruha's head. “There's nothing to be scared of.”
“I know. It's just...” Uruha closed his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek, getting washed away by the water that splashed down on them. “It feels like if I allow myself to like something, the world will spontaneously explode.”
“You just need to get used to doing things for yourself, that's all. Give it some time.” Aoi smiled and pushed Uruha against the shower wall, kissing him hard. Uruha wrapped his arms around Aoi's neck and melted into his embrace, letting Aoi explore his mouth with lips and tongue, moaning softly when a knee made its way between his legs and a soft thigh rubbed against his dick. He boldly prodded at Aoi's mouth with this tongue, surprised when Aoi parted his lips to give him entrance.
Uruha ran his tongue over Aoi's fangs. Even when they were retracted, they were sharp, two pointy teeth on each side that Uruha made sure to caress lovingly before tangling his tongue with Aoi's. Eventually he had to pull away to breathe, feeling his dick hardening rapidly with the way he was grinding against Aoi's thigh.
“What do you want?” Aoi whispered, licking down Uruha's neck to his collarbone. He scraped his teeth teasingly over the sensitive skin on Uruha's throat, feeling his pulse quicken.
Tangling one hand in Aoi's hair and giving him a slight push forward, Uruha smiled and leaned his had back against the wall. “Bite me.”
Aoi pulled back to look at Uruha, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Are you sure?”
“Hurt me,” Uruha whispered, and Aoi licked his lips, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of Uruha's neck. Uruha moaned and closed his eyes, his hand tightening in Aoi's hair as he felt Aoi suck his blood out of the punctures in his neck.
Uruha yelped as he was lifted up and pinned against the wall. Aoi lifted his legs and hooked them around his hips, slamming into Uruha's ass with a grunt. Uruha gasped as Aoi started fucking him into the wall, while still greedily sucking the blood from his neck. Even if the shower was still running, he hadn't been prepped, and water didn't have the same qualities as lube. Aoi's dick felt dry as it scraped against Uruha's inner walls, and he hissed in pain as he tried to adjust to the stretch, grabbing Aoi's shoulders to hold himself up.
Aoi finished sucking, licking at the wound to ensure that it healed quickly. He buried his face in Uruha's chest and groaned as he pounded into his ass, seeming desperate to come. Uruha was surprised to see him like this. Normally Aoi was so composed, so in control no matter what the situation, but now he was blindly thrusting into Uruha's ass, overcome by lust.
Uruha clenched his teeth tightly, his nails digging into Aoi's shoulders. He knew he had asked Aoi to hurt him, and Aoi definitely delivered. His ass was being scraped raw, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was bleeding. Aoi was moaning loudly as he fucked Uruha, and that alone complied him to try to relax and take it. If Aoi was enjoying himself, Uruha was happy.
Aoi's hips stilled and he came with a guttural growl, slipping out of Uruha and letting him stand on his own feet again. Uruha panted heavily, and when he opened his eyes, he yelped in surprise. Aoi was staring at him with dark red eyes, his fangs poking out as he heaved for breath. Holding the eye contact, Aoi slowly dropped to his knees, grabbing Uruha's hard dick and running his tongue along the underside. Uruha moaned as Aoi slipped the head inside his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
Sliding his lips down, Aoi was careful not to scrape Uruha's cock with his teeth, at least not too hard. As his dick softened and he calmed down, he managed to retract his fangs at least partially, allowing him to bob his head and suck Uruha properly. His tongue prodded at the slit, lapping up the precum that flowed steadily from the tip.
“Master, please.” Uruha wasn't sure what he wanted, biting down on his wrist to muffle his moans as his hips rocked gently. He wanted to bury his hands in Aoi's hair, pull him down on his cock, feel more of that wet heat surrounding him.
Aoi grunted and fondled Uruha's balls with one hand, grabbing Uruha's hips with the other and holding him still. With Uruha no longer able to thrust into his mouth, Aoi let his cock go as deep as it would, clenching his throat around the head as he gently massaged Uruha's sac.
Uruha came with a muffled moan, dick pulsing as he filled Aoi's mouth with his cum. Aoi wiped his mouth and grinned, standing up on his feet again. He grabbed Uruha's chin and mashed their lips together, prying his lips apart with his tongue and letting Uruha taste his own cum. Uruha responded with a low groan, wrapping his arms around Aoi's torso and pulling him close, feeling Aoi's body heat as he lost himself into the kiss.
They pulled apart for air and Aoi chuckled breathlessly, grabbing the shampoo. He squeezed some into his palm and smiled at Uruha. “Turn around.”
Turning his back to Aoi, Uruha brushed all his hair back. Aoi hummed and massaged the shampoo into Uruha's scalp, making sure to get it into the roots. He gently stroked Uruha's hair, tugging at the ends to get Uruha to step back and under the water. He took care to rinse out all the soap, pulling Uruha against his chest, kissing his neck and resting a hand on Uruha's stomach. “Was I too rough with you earlier?”
Uruha shook his head, lacing his fingers with Aoi's and smiling. “I liked it.”
A few minutes later, Aoi stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and started drying himself. He was getting dressed again when Uruha came out and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Master?”
“I have something I need to take care of.” He left the bathroom and headed for the door, Uruha following him.
“Right now?” Uruha looked completely lost, his hair still dripping wet because he hadn't had time to dry it.
“I'm already late.” Aoi shrugged his jacket on, stepping into his shoes and grabbing the keys from a shelf. “You can go to sleep if you want to.”
“But I'm not tired.”
Aoi sighed and turned to Uruha. “I won't be gone for long. Watch TV or something until I come back.”
He left and slammed the door before Uruha had time to protest further. For a long second, Uruha just stared forlornly at the door, before going back to the bathroom to dry his hair. Aoi had just left him, like one would leave a dog in the morning to go to work. Uruha frowned as he realised that Aoi treated him exactly like a dog. When Aoi had asked him to be his pet, he had meant it literally.
Maybe Uruha had been stupid to think that Aoi actually cared about him. He was only a human, right? Humans were food. Aoi had been kind not to just gobble him up and be done with him, but actually offer him a life, one that was still better than the one he had been living up to now.
Maybe it just hurt, even the tiniest bit, that Aoi had left him without as much as a goodbye. Maybe Uruha was deluding himself for thinking he meant that much to Aoi. Uruha never had a dog when he was younger, but he knew people who had them. They had to leave for school and work in the morning, and they couldn't stay home just because their dog barked and whined.
Wrapping a towel around his head, Uruha pulled on his clothes and went to the kitchen. He grabbed his pills off the shelf and swallowed two of them. It was already dark out, so he figured he might as well make dinner. Aoi or no Aoi, he couldn't just sit around the house doing nothing. That's what a dog would do in a situation like this, right? Uruha was no dog, he decided. A pet, maybe, but he sure as hell wasn't a dog.
But he hoped Aoi would come home soon.
~
Aoi approached the alley in quick strides, his hands in his pockets as he looked around to make sure nobody was following him. He turned a corner and followed the alley until it came to a stop, smiling as he saw a dark figure in the corner. “Hello, Hiro.”
Hiro took a few steps forward, lifting his hand in greeting. “Yo.” He was wearing nothing on his upper body except a long leather jacket, which he had left open, exposing his chest to the moonlight. His hair was hanging over one shoulder in a mess of dreads, and he had long, curled horns sticking out from each side of his head.
“Did you find out anything new?”
“Not so fast, Aoi.” Hiro growled low in his throat, his long, black tail coming into view. It swished back and forth impatiently, the pointy tip twitching in irritation. “Did you bring what I wanted?”
Aoi threw the bag he had been carrying over his shoulder, Hiro barely catching it before it hit the ground. “Virgin blood, as you requested.”
Hiro grinned widely, exposing his fangs, which were at least twice as long as Aoi's. “Mind if I have a taste now? I haven't fed in a while.” Aoi shook his head, and Hiro opened the bag, taking out a plastic bottle filled with a red liquid. He unscrewed the cap and swallowed it down in one gulp, tossing the empty bottle away and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “He's still alive.”
Aoi's entire body stiffened, and he narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”
Jerking his head back, Hiro threw his hands out and smirked arrogantly. “Aoi, it's me we're talking about. Would I lie to you?” Aoi didn't say anything, and Hiro chuckled, crossing the distance between them in a few strides, lowering his mouth to whisper into Aoi's ear. “You should trust me, Aoi.”
“I don't trust demons.”
“Neither do I.” Hiro scraped his fangs against Aoi's neck, and Aoi growled at him. “Relax, pretty boy. As much as I want to taste you, I don't want to screw up our deal. Hunting is far too dangerous for me, and you're the only guy who gets me what I want this cheap. I'm being honest with you. The guy you've been asking about, he's still live and kicking.”
“Thank you, Hiro. See what more you can find out about him.”
Hiro took a step back and bowed flamboyantly, sweeping his arms out. “You chose the right man for the job. And if you ever decide you want this guy dead...” He grinned and licked his lips, his red eyes glinting in the dark. “Then you'll have to pay me in your own blood.”
“You wish.” Aoi snorted and turned around, leaving the alley again.
A/N: New character! He doesn't have a major role and I don't think he will be around much, but he's still necessary for the plot, sorta. Yay, more demons~
Chapter: 7/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: I own neither GazettE nor nokubura, sorry.
Comment: Sorry for the delay, guys.
Aoi switched the TV off and sighed deeply. They had watched two films and now there was nothing interesting on. He had already zapped through all the channels at least twice to make sure. He leaned back against the backrest, looking fondly down at Uruha, who was still lying in his lap. “Hey.”
“Hmm?” Uruha turned to lie on his back so he could look back up at Aoi.
“Are you tired?”
“Not really.” Sleep was one of the things he wasn't exactly lacking now, as opposed to when he was still in school.
Aoi seemed to think through his words carefully, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips, as if he couldn't quite decide how to formulate his sentence. “Tell me about your past.”
Uruha averted his eyes, staring at the black TV screen. He wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to know, but shouldn't he be honest with his Master? Besides, he didn't really have anything to lose, did he? Aoi had probably realised by now that Uruha's life hadn't been all fine and dandy, well, even before he was kidnapped by a demon. “Will you read my mind if I don't tell you?”
If Uruha hadn't been looking away, he would have caught the hurt look on Aoi's face before he recomposed himself, his lips twitching into a forced smile. “No,” he whispered, stroking Uruha's hair. “I want to hear it from you.”
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Uruha closed his eyes and curled up on the sofa. “I was the second child. My mother gave birth to a girl, who died at the age of three. She was devastated, and desperately wanted another. Even if she never told me directly, I think she was disappointed that I was a boy. She had always wanted a daughter more than anything. Both her and my father worked long shifts, so for as long as I can remember, I've been taking care of myself. I cooked my own meals, washed my own clothes and made my own bento boxes. I don't think either of them ever showed up at my school. I was bullied a lot in school, they used to call me names, like nerd, or wimp.”
Uruha's pursed his lips out of reflex at the memory, but Aoi didn't comment on it. “Then when they found out about my parental situation, they'd call me an orphan, or brag loudly about all the fun stuff their parents did with them just to hurt me. I didn't have any friends, so I just locked myself in my room and listened to music, occasionally surfing on the internet, and as all kids do, I discovered porn at some point. Didn't take me long to figure out my preferences, but by then I was too careful to tell anyone.”
“About your kinks?” Aoi cocked a brow, and Uruha waved his hand dismissively.
“No, about the gay thing. But we're getting there.” He swallowed thickly and just concentrated on breathing evenly for a while. “First year of high school, I did get a few friends. We hung out together, played football, all that stuff. It didn't matter if I liked any of it or not, I was so thrilled to finally have friends that I did whatever they did. I tried both smoking and drinking, but had to cut the smoking because of financial reasons. My parents weren't poor, but they weren't exactly eager to waste any more money on me than they already did by paying for studies. It was around then I started experimenting a little, and figured out that I had an S&M fetish. At the time, I trusted my friends, so I told them.”
Several moments passed in silence, and Aoi turned Uruha's head towards him, wiping one of the tears that was rolling down his cheek. They looked at each other for a long while, Uruha blinking away his tears as they appeared and choking his sobs. “They turned on me completely. Called me weird, unnatural, a...” Another deep breath. “A freak. I stopped going to school for a while, staying at home and avoiding all human contact. It took a couple of weeks before the school managed to get my dad's phone number, but when they called him, he was furious. He threatened to beat me up if I didn't go back to school, asking the teachers to contact him immediately if I didn't show up in class. There were still people I could talk to, but only during school. Nobody wanted to spend time with me after classes.”
“I finished my last year with top grades, got into the university my parents wanted, and made a few friends. The rest of the students were decent enough to at least treat me with respect during classes. I was still lonely, though. I didn't trust anyone, so I always lied and just went with whatever everyone else said. It felt like I wasn't even living my own life.” He sat up and folded his hands in his lap, sighing deeply. “I just wanted friends who I could be myself with, someone who I could be around and not have to pretend I was someone else all the time.”
Aoi was watching from the corner of his eye as Uruha wiped the tears that kept falling. “I'm sorry.”
Uruha shook his head, letting out a faint sob. “Don't be. Thanks to you, I have a real home now.”
Smiling gently, Aoi picked Uruha up and carried him to the bathroom. “I need a shower. Join me.” Uruha nodded, taking off his clothes while Aoi did the same and stepping into the shower. It was big enough for two, yet Aoi still got as close to Uruha as possible, turning on the water and hugging him tightly. “I won't let anyone hurt you any more.”
“You mean except yourself?”
“Only when you like it.” Aoi grinned and pinched Uruha's nipple, pecking his lips and sliding his hands down Uruha's arms.
Uruha drew a shaky breath and embraced Aoi, burying his head in Aoi's shoulder. “I'm scared.”
Aoi smiled bitterly, stroking the back of Uruha's head. “There's nothing to be scared of.”
“I know. It's just...” Uruha closed his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek, getting washed away by the water that splashed down on them. “It feels like if I allow myself to like something, the world will spontaneously explode.”
“You just need to get used to doing things for yourself, that's all. Give it some time.” Aoi smiled and pushed Uruha against the shower wall, kissing him hard. Uruha wrapped his arms around Aoi's neck and melted into his embrace, letting Aoi explore his mouth with lips and tongue, moaning softly when a knee made its way between his legs and a soft thigh rubbed against his dick. He boldly prodded at Aoi's mouth with this tongue, surprised when Aoi parted his lips to give him entrance.
Uruha ran his tongue over Aoi's fangs. Even when they were retracted, they were sharp, two pointy teeth on each side that Uruha made sure to caress lovingly before tangling his tongue with Aoi's. Eventually he had to pull away to breathe, feeling his dick hardening rapidly with the way he was grinding against Aoi's thigh.
“What do you want?” Aoi whispered, licking down Uruha's neck to his collarbone. He scraped his teeth teasingly over the sensitive skin on Uruha's throat, feeling his pulse quicken.
Tangling one hand in Aoi's hair and giving him a slight push forward, Uruha smiled and leaned his had back against the wall. “Bite me.”
Aoi pulled back to look at Uruha, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Are you sure?”
“Hurt me,” Uruha whispered, and Aoi licked his lips, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of Uruha's neck. Uruha moaned and closed his eyes, his hand tightening in Aoi's hair as he felt Aoi suck his blood out of the punctures in his neck.
Uruha yelped as he was lifted up and pinned against the wall. Aoi lifted his legs and hooked them around his hips, slamming into Uruha's ass with a grunt. Uruha gasped as Aoi started fucking him into the wall, while still greedily sucking the blood from his neck. Even if the shower was still running, he hadn't been prepped, and water didn't have the same qualities as lube. Aoi's dick felt dry as it scraped against Uruha's inner walls, and he hissed in pain as he tried to adjust to the stretch, grabbing Aoi's shoulders to hold himself up.
Aoi finished sucking, licking at the wound to ensure that it healed quickly. He buried his face in Uruha's chest and groaned as he pounded into his ass, seeming desperate to come. Uruha was surprised to see him like this. Normally Aoi was so composed, so in control no matter what the situation, but now he was blindly thrusting into Uruha's ass, overcome by lust.
Uruha clenched his teeth tightly, his nails digging into Aoi's shoulders. He knew he had asked Aoi to hurt him, and Aoi definitely delivered. His ass was being scraped raw, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was bleeding. Aoi was moaning loudly as he fucked Uruha, and that alone complied him to try to relax and take it. If Aoi was enjoying himself, Uruha was happy.
Aoi's hips stilled and he came with a guttural growl, slipping out of Uruha and letting him stand on his own feet again. Uruha panted heavily, and when he opened his eyes, he yelped in surprise. Aoi was staring at him with dark red eyes, his fangs poking out as he heaved for breath. Holding the eye contact, Aoi slowly dropped to his knees, grabbing Uruha's hard dick and running his tongue along the underside. Uruha moaned as Aoi slipped the head inside his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
Sliding his lips down, Aoi was careful not to scrape Uruha's cock with his teeth, at least not too hard. As his dick softened and he calmed down, he managed to retract his fangs at least partially, allowing him to bob his head and suck Uruha properly. His tongue prodded at the slit, lapping up the precum that flowed steadily from the tip.
“Master, please.” Uruha wasn't sure what he wanted, biting down on his wrist to muffle his moans as his hips rocked gently. He wanted to bury his hands in Aoi's hair, pull him down on his cock, feel more of that wet heat surrounding him.
Aoi grunted and fondled Uruha's balls with one hand, grabbing Uruha's hips with the other and holding him still. With Uruha no longer able to thrust into his mouth, Aoi let his cock go as deep as it would, clenching his throat around the head as he gently massaged Uruha's sac.
Uruha came with a muffled moan, dick pulsing as he filled Aoi's mouth with his cum. Aoi wiped his mouth and grinned, standing up on his feet again. He grabbed Uruha's chin and mashed their lips together, prying his lips apart with his tongue and letting Uruha taste his own cum. Uruha responded with a low groan, wrapping his arms around Aoi's torso and pulling him close, feeling Aoi's body heat as he lost himself into the kiss.
They pulled apart for air and Aoi chuckled breathlessly, grabbing the shampoo. He squeezed some into his palm and smiled at Uruha. “Turn around.”
Turning his back to Aoi, Uruha brushed all his hair back. Aoi hummed and massaged the shampoo into Uruha's scalp, making sure to get it into the roots. He gently stroked Uruha's hair, tugging at the ends to get Uruha to step back and under the water. He took care to rinse out all the soap, pulling Uruha against his chest, kissing his neck and resting a hand on Uruha's stomach. “Was I too rough with you earlier?”
Uruha shook his head, lacing his fingers with Aoi's and smiling. “I liked it.”
A few minutes later, Aoi stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and started drying himself. He was getting dressed again when Uruha came out and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Master?”
“I have something I need to take care of.” He left the bathroom and headed for the door, Uruha following him.
“Right now?” Uruha looked completely lost, his hair still dripping wet because he hadn't had time to dry it.
“I'm already late.” Aoi shrugged his jacket on, stepping into his shoes and grabbing the keys from a shelf. “You can go to sleep if you want to.”
“But I'm not tired.”
Aoi sighed and turned to Uruha. “I won't be gone for long. Watch TV or something until I come back.”
He left and slammed the door before Uruha had time to protest further. For a long second, Uruha just stared forlornly at the door, before going back to the bathroom to dry his hair. Aoi had just left him, like one would leave a dog in the morning to go to work. Uruha frowned as he realised that Aoi treated him exactly like a dog. When Aoi had asked him to be his pet, he had meant it literally.
Maybe Uruha had been stupid to think that Aoi actually cared about him. He was only a human, right? Humans were food. Aoi had been kind not to just gobble him up and be done with him, but actually offer him a life, one that was still better than the one he had been living up to now.
Maybe it just hurt, even the tiniest bit, that Aoi had left him without as much as a goodbye. Maybe Uruha was deluding himself for thinking he meant that much to Aoi. Uruha never had a dog when he was younger, but he knew people who had them. They had to leave for school and work in the morning, and they couldn't stay home just because their dog barked and whined.
Wrapping a towel around his head, Uruha pulled on his clothes and went to the kitchen. He grabbed his pills off the shelf and swallowed two of them. It was already dark out, so he figured he might as well make dinner. Aoi or no Aoi, he couldn't just sit around the house doing nothing. That's what a dog would do in a situation like this, right? Uruha was no dog, he decided. A pet, maybe, but he sure as hell wasn't a dog.
But he hoped Aoi would come home soon.
~
Aoi approached the alley in quick strides, his hands in his pockets as he looked around to make sure nobody was following him. He turned a corner and followed the alley until it came to a stop, smiling as he saw a dark figure in the corner. “Hello, Hiro.”
Hiro took a few steps forward, lifting his hand in greeting. “Yo.” He was wearing nothing on his upper body except a long leather jacket, which he had left open, exposing his chest to the moonlight. His hair was hanging over one shoulder in a mess of dreads, and he had long, curled horns sticking out from each side of his head.
“Did you find out anything new?”
“Not so fast, Aoi.” Hiro growled low in his throat, his long, black tail coming into view. It swished back and forth impatiently, the pointy tip twitching in irritation. “Did you bring what I wanted?”
Aoi threw the bag he had been carrying over his shoulder, Hiro barely catching it before it hit the ground. “Virgin blood, as you requested.”
Hiro grinned widely, exposing his fangs, which were at least twice as long as Aoi's. “Mind if I have a taste now? I haven't fed in a while.” Aoi shook his head, and Hiro opened the bag, taking out a plastic bottle filled with a red liquid. He unscrewed the cap and swallowed it down in one gulp, tossing the empty bottle away and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “He's still alive.”
Aoi's entire body stiffened, and he narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”
Jerking his head back, Hiro threw his hands out and smirked arrogantly. “Aoi, it's me we're talking about. Would I lie to you?” Aoi didn't say anything, and Hiro chuckled, crossing the distance between them in a few strides, lowering his mouth to whisper into Aoi's ear. “You should trust me, Aoi.”
“I don't trust demons.”
“Neither do I.” Hiro scraped his fangs against Aoi's neck, and Aoi growled at him. “Relax, pretty boy. As much as I want to taste you, I don't want to screw up our deal. Hunting is far too dangerous for me, and you're the only guy who gets me what I want this cheap. I'm being honest with you. The guy you've been asking about, he's still live and kicking.”
“Thank you, Hiro. See what more you can find out about him.”
Hiro took a step back and bowed flamboyantly, sweeping his arms out. “You chose the right man for the job. And if you ever decide you want this guy dead...” He grinned and licked his lips, his red eyes glinting in the dark. “Then you'll have to pay me in your own blood.”
“You wish.” Aoi snorted and turned around, leaving the alley again.
A/N: New character! He doesn't have a major role and I don't think he will be around much, but he's still necessary for the plot, sorta. Yay, more demons~