RP Log: Fuji, Ryoma
Rating: 13+
Summary: Fuji is a smug bastard but Ryoma's glad he's home.
Ryoma reached the hallway leading to his room, never having been so glad to see that door. He felt hot and sweaty after running drinks around to customers and working to keep the tables clean all night. There had been quite a lot of people tonight, and with the press of hot bodies surrounding him he'd made frequent trips to the restroom to splash some cold water on his face. Now all he wanted was to run a bath and sink below the water.
Hand already working to unbutton his shirt, Ryoma entered his darkened room. He was about to continue on towards the bathroom when he paused. Something in the room felt off... There was a peculiarly strong yearning building up inside him very quickly, making his breaths speed up. He wasn't alone, he thought, as his hand reached for the light switch.
The room was dark, the windows slightly open and a tension inside that grew with every minute. Fuji's hand closed over Ryoma's, preventing the light switch from being turned on. He didn't need illumination, all he needed was the pull from that bond. The skin was soft beneath his hand and he could feel Ryoma's breath hitch as he leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Miss me?"
Ryoma could feel his heart start racing when something cool touched his hand, and he jumped a little when he heard a voice in his ear. Suddenly everything clicked together for him, and he spun around to face Fuji, eyes searching the darkness to focus on the shine of his eyes.
"Fuji!" As if that confirmation was all that was needed, Ryoma could feel his blood start to tingle just under his skin, and a sudden feeling of need jolting through their bond almost made him dizzy.
"Mmm," His lips brushed Ryoma's cheek as he felt that tug down the line of their bond. "You remember me after all..." He chuckled deeply as his other hand snaked around Ryoma's waist and steered him towards the bathroom. "Now, I think I like that idea..." At Ryoma's haze filled eyes, Fuji smiled. "That bath idea..." The bond tugged at him, calling to him and it was all he could do not to give into it... yet.
After all, he wasn't going anywhere for a while. He had all the time in the world.
A bath, for once, was the last thing on Ryoma's mind. Still, he didn't resist as Fuji led him into the bathroom. After all, maybe as soon as they were in there something would be done to cool his blood. He hoped. "I like the other idea better," He grumbled. Fuji had finally come back and all he could think about was making Ryoma take a bath? Not that he didn't need one, but still. He wanted something else right now, and it was making him almost antsy that Fuji was obviously going to wait.
"Mmm, I liked both ideas, so we'll work on both of them, ne?" He steered Ryoma towards the ornate tub, deftly undoing the buttons with no resistance whatsoever. For a moment he thought maybe staying away that long had been detrimental to Ryoma's health, but then he realised it was just the yearning that fired his own veins, probably less manageable in a human even if he was a feeder.
The water gushed into the tub, steaming up the room quickly and Fuji pulled away briefly to discard his own clothes. Raising an eyebrow he looked at Ryoma. "Still opposed to the idea?"
Ryoma's eyes trailed across the smooth muscles of Fuji's chest, but he was hesitant to let them go any lower. Swallowing, he shook his head. "N-no." Well, he thought, at least now his blood had somewhere to race to, and it wasn't just his face. He turned and stepped out of his pants and cautiously into the tub, then let himself sink down into the water when he realized Fuji had gotten the temperature to be just hot enough without scalding his skin.
He only let himself relax for a moment though, before the need came rushing back. "Hurry up." He wanted Fuji to be as close as possible, hoping maybe then he'd be able to relax properly.
Another chuckle and Fuji put one leg into the tub, "Move up a bit..." He wanted to sit behind his feeder, to have that control that he'd felt had been lacking from so much lately. It took but a moment for him to settle himself against the back of the tub and he pulled Ryoma with him. He leaned forward, letting his tongue dance across the skin of Ryoma's neck and smiled.
"Relax..."
Ryoma made a slightly strangled noise. Easier said than done. He imagined he would have been just fine, if it hadn't been for that tongue on his neck. "Stop teasing me!" He hissed, all sense of propriety tossed aside as he struggled not to wriggle in Fuji's lap with impatience. Unfortunately, Fuji seemed to be getting a few kicks out of the teasing.
"Tease? Me?" Fuji played with the skin beneath his tongue, knowing that after so long, if he didn't numb it enough, it would hurt way too much. For some reason, Fuji found himself caring more than he normally would. Ryoma squirmed indignantly in his lap and the blood throbbed through every vein in his body until he couldn't resist what he didn't want to resist anyway.
Gently he bit down, sinking thirsting teeth into soft, pliant flesh. With the first drop, that wave of euphoria hit him, stronger than it ever had before, and it was all he could do to maintain enough awareness not to hurt his feeder beyond repair.
"Yesssss..." Ryoma melted against Fuji, all his bones turning to jelly as he let his head fall to the side. The sharp sting of pain he felt was easily ignored at this point. He could feel his blood being drawn from his veins, and it filled him with his own euphoria, his heart beating faster. One hand lifted out of the water to thread fingers into Fuji's hair, wanting to keep him there as long as possible.
The hand twining in his hair was more than enough encouragement for Fuji at that point. He'd felt so depleted, so empty and so hungry that he'd never thought he'd feel the same. Just, draining a human was nowhere near satisfying when he knew he had a feeder with Ryoma's potency waiting for him at home. The blood coursed through his veins, making him feel more alive than he'd thought possible until he'd sunk his teeth in. It took a lot of effort to remember how important it was not to drain Ryoma fully.
Ryoma on the other hand, could care less. He was too caught up in the feeling he never wanted to end. Despite himself, the grip he had on Fuji's hair gradually lessened as spots started to appear before his eyes. He had an inkling that when the time came, he'd need help climbing out of the tub.
The only thing that alerted Fuji to just how much he'd drained, was the slackening of Ryoma's grip. With great effort, he managed to tear himself away from his feeder, head dizzy with the drug of the blood. Arms circled Ryoma's chest possessively as Fuji let his own head fall back against the tub, now lazy eyes blinking at the ceiling. He'd not fed in so long, it felt good to have his reserves slowly awakening. "Mmm, worth the wait..." he almost mumbled, not even sure he'd said it out loud.
Ryoma lay against Fuji with closed eyes, already mourning the loss of those teeth in his neck. Finally Fuji's words sunk into his head. Worth the wait? Did that mean Fuji had gone... months without drinking from anyone? He was both annoyed with Fuji and somewhat worried at the same time.
"You mean you let yourself go without, ever since you left here?"
Hmm? Ahh, so he had said that out loud after all. Shifting slightly, Fuji made them both more comfortable, glad that the temperature of the water was still just right. He felt his ability for coherent speech was slowly drifting away and was increasingly glad they were where they were, because security allowed him such a lax in his defenses.
"Well, you'd be technically right.." Was all he managed to murmur softly.
If he weren't so disinclined to move, Ryoma would be sorely tempted elbow Fuji. He might actually connect too, with how lethargic Fuji seemed to be. Maybe they'd both need help out of the tub. As it was, he would just tuck the information away to bug Fuji about later. "Hey... No falling asleep. Dun wanna drown in here." He said sleepily, trying to keep himself awake by reaching for the soap.
Forcing himself to look at what it was that Ryoma was doing, Fuji let his tongue flick forward, picking off the last speck of blood that had somehow stayed so tantilisingly there. He reached forward lazily, only releasing one arm from his possessive hold and plucked the soap from Ryoma's hands before beginning to lather his feeder's skin.
With a positively evil grin Ryoma should be glad he didn't get to see, Fuji leaned forward while soaping the smaller body and whispered in his ear. "Here, let me do that, you should be feeling quite... drained."
Ryoma had little argument at the moment. He'd almost lost his grip on the soap before Fuji had taken it, so Fuji taking over was probably a good thing. Eyes half-shut, he relaxed and let Fuji do as he wished. Now that the need had been fulfilled, he was back to wanting to get the sweat from the day cleaned off. "Maybe a little." He replied grudgingly.
"Just a bit?" If Fuji narrowed his eyes, he could see the blood pumping through the veins beneath Ryoma's skin. It made him thirst more, made him crave, but at the same time, he was almost too tired to do anything about it. Hands roamed Ryoma's skin, kneading softly to relax him, washing away the night's stress. "Tell me? Did you miss me?"
"Almost every day." Ryoma said, sighing as Fuji's hands massaged soap into sore muscles. "It got lonely here, so I just asked for more hours..." Maybe now that Fuji was back, he could have them shortened again. He didn't want to be worn out whenever Fuji needed him, after all. He turned his head on Fuji's shoulder, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "I'm glad you came back."
There was a sense of belonging that tugged at him, and Fuji realised that it was the closest place he'd ever come to a home. This old ornate hotel, in the middle of a turbulent city, the first home he and Yuki had ever really had. And Ryoma was his. It felt good, and he was finally ready to admit it. "Yeah, I'm glad I came back too.."
Ryoma shifted slightly to try shaking off his drowsiness and pressed a small kiss on Fuji's neck. He wasn't trying as hard as he could to stay awake though, as he trusted Fuji not to let him drown. "Been taking those iron pills Yukimura gave me," He mumbled. "Think they're working?" He hadn't really noticed much of a difference, but as the one drinking the blood the pills were supposed to be helping, he figured Fuji would know.
Fuji sighed softly, a content, almost happy sigh. He chuckled again, noticing that he seemed to be doing that more often than usual. "Hmm, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. My need slightly outweighed my senses this time." His lips left a trail of kisses along Ryoma's jawline. "But next time, next time I promise I'll savour it."
Nodding slightly, Ryoma knew better than to offer more of his blood to Fuji so soon. He knew from how reluctantly his body was responding to him that Fuji had already drained him of quite a bit of blood. It was a good thing his body recovered quickly, but he had a feeling he'd be calling off from work the next day. If he could move. He was sure Saeki would understand.
In the meantime, he was discovering he liked getting this sort of attention from someone, though he suspected most of that was because it was Fuji. A contented smile settled on his face and he sleepily wondered if Fuji was going to volunteer to shampoo his hair as well.
That made Fuji laugh. "Don't push it." Truth being that he really did feel quite sleepy himself. Reluctantly he rinsed Ryoma's body off, and completely ignored the itch he could feel in his teeth to just sink in and drain more of that flesh. Hauling himself out of the bathtub, he managed to steady Ryoma with one hand. "Come," He reached out to give Ryoma the aid that he needed, and ended up giving the feeder more support than he'd anticipated. "Ah, seems I overdid it." And for probably the first time ever, Fuji actually felt a tad regretful.
Ryoma swayed on his feet a little, the cold air working to wake him up some more. "I don't mind," He said quietly. "You needed it, and I'll recover soon." He shivered in Fuji's arms, leaning against him for warmth as well as support. That was perhaps the only drawback he could think of to being Fuji's feeder. Donating all that blood made it hard for him to keep warm. Now, Fuji's hands were warm with life when they had been cold before. Distantly he noticed they had somehow gotten from the bathroom to the bed without falling over.
The blood roared through Fuji's veins, and he felt more alive than he had in the longest time. He pulled Ryoma to him as he tossed the covers open to lay his tired feeder down on the bed. Climbing in after him, Fuji smiled at the way Ryoma curled into his chest. It was good to be home. "You should rest, I'm not going anywhere." He didn't know why he felt the need to reassure, but he did.
A part of Ryoma that had been tensed throughout their bath suddenly broke at Fuji's words. He hadn't realized it, but he had been worried Fuji was going to be gone the moment he fell asleep. Tucking his head under Fuji's chin, Ryoma took a deep breath and let it out slowly, eyes closing. "I'm glad..." Finally giving in to exhaustion, Ryoma slept knowing Fuji would guard his sleep.
It was strange, Fuji thought as he looked down and began to let himself relax. He'd needed the time to get things sorted, and he thought he'd made the right decision coming back.
For now he'd rest, and regenerate the reserves he'd let get dangerously low. And tomorrow, well tomorrow, he needed to see Yukimura.
Summary: Fuji is a smug bastard but Ryoma's glad he's home.
Ryoma reached the hallway leading to his room, never having been so glad to see that door. He felt hot and sweaty after running drinks around to customers and working to keep the tables clean all night. There had been quite a lot of people tonight, and with the press of hot bodies surrounding him he'd made frequent trips to the restroom to splash some cold water on his face. Now all he wanted was to run a bath and sink below the water.
Hand already working to unbutton his shirt, Ryoma entered his darkened room. He was about to continue on towards the bathroom when he paused. Something in the room felt off... There was a peculiarly strong yearning building up inside him very quickly, making his breaths speed up. He wasn't alone, he thought, as his hand reached for the light switch.
The room was dark, the windows slightly open and a tension inside that grew with every minute. Fuji's hand closed over Ryoma's, preventing the light switch from being turned on. He didn't need illumination, all he needed was the pull from that bond. The skin was soft beneath his hand and he could feel Ryoma's breath hitch as he leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Miss me?"
Ryoma could feel his heart start racing when something cool touched his hand, and he jumped a little when he heard a voice in his ear. Suddenly everything clicked together for him, and he spun around to face Fuji, eyes searching the darkness to focus on the shine of his eyes.
"Fuji!" As if that confirmation was all that was needed, Ryoma could feel his blood start to tingle just under his skin, and a sudden feeling of need jolting through their bond almost made him dizzy.
"Mmm," His lips brushed Ryoma's cheek as he felt that tug down the line of their bond. "You remember me after all..." He chuckled deeply as his other hand snaked around Ryoma's waist and steered him towards the bathroom. "Now, I think I like that idea..." At Ryoma's haze filled eyes, Fuji smiled. "That bath idea..." The bond tugged at him, calling to him and it was all he could do not to give into it... yet.
After all, he wasn't going anywhere for a while. He had all the time in the world.
A bath, for once, was the last thing on Ryoma's mind. Still, he didn't resist as Fuji led him into the bathroom. After all, maybe as soon as they were in there something would be done to cool his blood. He hoped. "I like the other idea better," He grumbled. Fuji had finally come back and all he could think about was making Ryoma take a bath? Not that he didn't need one, but still. He wanted something else right now, and it was making him almost antsy that Fuji was obviously going to wait.
"Mmm, I liked both ideas, so we'll work on both of them, ne?" He steered Ryoma towards the ornate tub, deftly undoing the buttons with no resistance whatsoever. For a moment he thought maybe staying away that long had been detrimental to Ryoma's health, but then he realised it was just the yearning that fired his own veins, probably less manageable in a human even if he was a feeder.
The water gushed into the tub, steaming up the room quickly and Fuji pulled away briefly to discard his own clothes. Raising an eyebrow he looked at Ryoma. "Still opposed to the idea?"
Ryoma's eyes trailed across the smooth muscles of Fuji's chest, but he was hesitant to let them go any lower. Swallowing, he shook his head. "N-no." Well, he thought, at least now his blood had somewhere to race to, and it wasn't just his face. He turned and stepped out of his pants and cautiously into the tub, then let himself sink down into the water when he realized Fuji had gotten the temperature to be just hot enough without scalding his skin.
He only let himself relax for a moment though, before the need came rushing back. "Hurry up." He wanted Fuji to be as close as possible, hoping maybe then he'd be able to relax properly.
Another chuckle and Fuji put one leg into the tub, "Move up a bit..." He wanted to sit behind his feeder, to have that control that he'd felt had been lacking from so much lately. It took but a moment for him to settle himself against the back of the tub and he pulled Ryoma with him. He leaned forward, letting his tongue dance across the skin of Ryoma's neck and smiled.
"Relax..."
Ryoma made a slightly strangled noise. Easier said than done. He imagined he would have been just fine, if it hadn't been for that tongue on his neck. "Stop teasing me!" He hissed, all sense of propriety tossed aside as he struggled not to wriggle in Fuji's lap with impatience. Unfortunately, Fuji seemed to be getting a few kicks out of the teasing.
"Tease? Me?" Fuji played with the skin beneath his tongue, knowing that after so long, if he didn't numb it enough, it would hurt way too much. For some reason, Fuji found himself caring more than he normally would. Ryoma squirmed indignantly in his lap and the blood throbbed through every vein in his body until he couldn't resist what he didn't want to resist anyway.
Gently he bit down, sinking thirsting teeth into soft, pliant flesh. With the first drop, that wave of euphoria hit him, stronger than it ever had before, and it was all he could do to maintain enough awareness not to hurt his feeder beyond repair.
"Yesssss..." Ryoma melted against Fuji, all his bones turning to jelly as he let his head fall to the side. The sharp sting of pain he felt was easily ignored at this point. He could feel his blood being drawn from his veins, and it filled him with his own euphoria, his heart beating faster. One hand lifted out of the water to thread fingers into Fuji's hair, wanting to keep him there as long as possible.
The hand twining in his hair was more than enough encouragement for Fuji at that point. He'd felt so depleted, so empty and so hungry that he'd never thought he'd feel the same. Just, draining a human was nowhere near satisfying when he knew he had a feeder with Ryoma's potency waiting for him at home. The blood coursed through his veins, making him feel more alive than he'd thought possible until he'd sunk his teeth in. It took a lot of effort to remember how important it was not to drain Ryoma fully.
Ryoma on the other hand, could care less. He was too caught up in the feeling he never wanted to end. Despite himself, the grip he had on Fuji's hair gradually lessened as spots started to appear before his eyes. He had an inkling that when the time came, he'd need help climbing out of the tub.
The only thing that alerted Fuji to just how much he'd drained, was the slackening of Ryoma's grip. With great effort, he managed to tear himself away from his feeder, head dizzy with the drug of the blood. Arms circled Ryoma's chest possessively as Fuji let his own head fall back against the tub, now lazy eyes blinking at the ceiling. He'd not fed in so long, it felt good to have his reserves slowly awakening. "Mmm, worth the wait..." he almost mumbled, not even sure he'd said it out loud.
Ryoma lay against Fuji with closed eyes, already mourning the loss of those teeth in his neck. Finally Fuji's words sunk into his head. Worth the wait? Did that mean Fuji had gone... months without drinking from anyone? He was both annoyed with Fuji and somewhat worried at the same time.
"You mean you let yourself go without, ever since you left here?"
Hmm? Ahh, so he had said that out loud after all. Shifting slightly, Fuji made them both more comfortable, glad that the temperature of the water was still just right. He felt his ability for coherent speech was slowly drifting away and was increasingly glad they were where they were, because security allowed him such a lax in his defenses.
"Well, you'd be technically right.." Was all he managed to murmur softly.
If he weren't so disinclined to move, Ryoma would be sorely tempted elbow Fuji. He might actually connect too, with how lethargic Fuji seemed to be. Maybe they'd both need help out of the tub. As it was, he would just tuck the information away to bug Fuji about later. "Hey... No falling asleep. Dun wanna drown in here." He said sleepily, trying to keep himself awake by reaching for the soap.
Forcing himself to look at what it was that Ryoma was doing, Fuji let his tongue flick forward, picking off the last speck of blood that had somehow stayed so tantilisingly there. He reached forward lazily, only releasing one arm from his possessive hold and plucked the soap from Ryoma's hands before beginning to lather his feeder's skin.
With a positively evil grin Ryoma should be glad he didn't get to see, Fuji leaned forward while soaping the smaller body and whispered in his ear. "Here, let me do that, you should be feeling quite... drained."
Ryoma had little argument at the moment. He'd almost lost his grip on the soap before Fuji had taken it, so Fuji taking over was probably a good thing. Eyes half-shut, he relaxed and let Fuji do as he wished. Now that the need had been fulfilled, he was back to wanting to get the sweat from the day cleaned off. "Maybe a little." He replied grudgingly.
"Just a bit?" If Fuji narrowed his eyes, he could see the blood pumping through the veins beneath Ryoma's skin. It made him thirst more, made him crave, but at the same time, he was almost too tired to do anything about it. Hands roamed Ryoma's skin, kneading softly to relax him, washing away the night's stress. "Tell me? Did you miss me?"
"Almost every day." Ryoma said, sighing as Fuji's hands massaged soap into sore muscles. "It got lonely here, so I just asked for more hours..." Maybe now that Fuji was back, he could have them shortened again. He didn't want to be worn out whenever Fuji needed him, after all. He turned his head on Fuji's shoulder, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "I'm glad you came back."
There was a sense of belonging that tugged at him, and Fuji realised that it was the closest place he'd ever come to a home. This old ornate hotel, in the middle of a turbulent city, the first home he and Yuki had ever really had. And Ryoma was his. It felt good, and he was finally ready to admit it. "Yeah, I'm glad I came back too.."
Ryoma shifted slightly to try shaking off his drowsiness and pressed a small kiss on Fuji's neck. He wasn't trying as hard as he could to stay awake though, as he trusted Fuji not to let him drown. "Been taking those iron pills Yukimura gave me," He mumbled. "Think they're working?" He hadn't really noticed much of a difference, but as the one drinking the blood the pills were supposed to be helping, he figured Fuji would know.
Fuji sighed softly, a content, almost happy sigh. He chuckled again, noticing that he seemed to be doing that more often than usual. "Hmm, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. My need slightly outweighed my senses this time." His lips left a trail of kisses along Ryoma's jawline. "But next time, next time I promise I'll savour it."
Nodding slightly, Ryoma knew better than to offer more of his blood to Fuji so soon. He knew from how reluctantly his body was responding to him that Fuji had already drained him of quite a bit of blood. It was a good thing his body recovered quickly, but he had a feeling he'd be calling off from work the next day. If he could move. He was sure Saeki would understand.
In the meantime, he was discovering he liked getting this sort of attention from someone, though he suspected most of that was because it was Fuji. A contented smile settled on his face and he sleepily wondered if Fuji was going to volunteer to shampoo his hair as well.
That made Fuji laugh. "Don't push it." Truth being that he really did feel quite sleepy himself. Reluctantly he rinsed Ryoma's body off, and completely ignored the itch he could feel in his teeth to just sink in and drain more of that flesh. Hauling himself out of the bathtub, he managed to steady Ryoma with one hand. "Come," He reached out to give Ryoma the aid that he needed, and ended up giving the feeder more support than he'd anticipated. "Ah, seems I overdid it." And for probably the first time ever, Fuji actually felt a tad regretful.
Ryoma swayed on his feet a little, the cold air working to wake him up some more. "I don't mind," He said quietly. "You needed it, and I'll recover soon." He shivered in Fuji's arms, leaning against him for warmth as well as support. That was perhaps the only drawback he could think of to being Fuji's feeder. Donating all that blood made it hard for him to keep warm. Now, Fuji's hands were warm with life when they had been cold before. Distantly he noticed they had somehow gotten from the bathroom to the bed without falling over.
The blood roared through Fuji's veins, and he felt more alive than he had in the longest time. He pulled Ryoma to him as he tossed the covers open to lay his tired feeder down on the bed. Climbing in after him, Fuji smiled at the way Ryoma curled into his chest. It was good to be home. "You should rest, I'm not going anywhere." He didn't know why he felt the need to reassure, but he did.
A part of Ryoma that had been tensed throughout their bath suddenly broke at Fuji's words. He hadn't realized it, but he had been worried Fuji was going to be gone the moment he fell asleep. Tucking his head under Fuji's chin, Ryoma took a deep breath and let it out slowly, eyes closing. "I'm glad..." Finally giving in to exhaustion, Ryoma slept knowing Fuji would guard his sleep.
It was strange, Fuji thought as he looked down and began to let himself relax. He'd needed the time to get things sorted, and he thought he'd made the right decision coming back.
For now he'd rest, and regenerate the reserves he'd let get dangerously low. And tomorrow, well tomorrow, he needed to see Yukimura.