Creature of the Night ✘ High Aphro ✘ Locked to Minami Itsuki
They're starving, but nothing they eat fills them up. Everything they've tried just makes their stomach curl in pain before their body makes quick work of expelling whatever nutrition they shoved down their throats. Their fuse is short - the sight of more failed attempts lights it, and an arm flies out with supernatural speed to shatter the empty plate in front of them. A few shards drill their way into the small boy's hand but there is no flinch of pain. They simply stare at the wound for a moment before picking out the pieces and lapping up the blood that oozes out.
It's coppery heaven on their tongue, and even Akito who usually hates the taste finds himself eager to drink it. When the flow ebbs and dies there is the temptation to cut into their flesh further, but logic wins out over impulse. What is the point of draining themselves when there are people they could ask for (or steal) blood from.
Akira is Agito's first choice. Large enough to take more than their fill of blood from and remain entirely unaffected. The only problem with Akira is that Agito is in no mood to hunt him down. The smell of sex is too strong in the hotel, and it drowns out any trail of scent he could find of his friend.
Ikki is Akito's first choice, but that's no surprise to either of them. Ikki is always first for Akito. He's less desirable to Agito because he's probably a hundred pounds smaller than their best friend, but the thought of forcing his fangs into the crow's flesh and drinking his fill makes his mouth water. They both know where he is now, which makes him a better choice in this moment.
So they begin their languid stroll to where they last left their crow, easily detecting his familiar scent even through the persistent haze of sweat and semen. Opening the door to a room, Agito can feel his other's hunting instincts come to life, matching his own; thrumming through their skin like the blood they crave.
There is no intent to ask when they can just take.
"...Hey, Crow. ♥"
It's coppery heaven on their tongue, and even Akito who usually hates the taste finds himself eager to drink it. When the flow ebbs and dies there is the temptation to cut into their flesh further, but logic wins out over impulse. What is the point of draining themselves when there are people they could ask for (or steal) blood from.
Akira is Agito's first choice. Large enough to take more than their fill of blood from and remain entirely unaffected. The only problem with Akira is that Agito is in no mood to hunt him down. The smell of sex is too strong in the hotel, and it drowns out any trail of scent he could find of his friend.
Ikki is Akito's first choice, but that's no surprise to either of them. Ikki is always first for Akito. He's less desirable to Agito because he's probably a hundred pounds smaller than their best friend, but the thought of forcing his fangs into the crow's flesh and drinking his fill makes his mouth water. They both know where he is now, which makes him a better choice in this moment.
So they begin their languid stroll to where they last left their crow, easily detecting his familiar scent even through the persistent haze of sweat and semen. Opening the door to a room, Agito can feel his other's hunting instincts come to life, matching his own; thrumming through their skin like the blood they crave.
There is no intent to ask when they can just take.
"...Hey, Crow. ♥"