RP Log: Fuji, Ryoma

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Summary: Ryoma treats Fuji to a night at the mall, where they are caught biting in a dressing room. A suggestion has Ryoma dragging Fuji back home to continue with no interruption.
Rating: 13+ for what the salesgirl thinks they're doing in there.



Ryoma normally found it annoying to be stuck waiting somewhere, but it wasn't nearly as boring when the place you were waiting was connected to Fuji's office. Though he couldn't really tell what was going on (he could hear voices but they weren't loud), he found there was plenty to occupy him while he waited for the break between meetings.

He vaguely remembered being here before, when Fuji had drained him and let him sleep afterward on the couch. Now, he was examining photographs and trinkets, books and laquered containers that looked as though they might hold candy or cigars. Nothing was stopping him from eavesdropping, but Ryoma found he respected Fuji too much to do that. If Fuji wanted him to know, he'd tell him.

Still, he couldn't help glancing now and then at the clock.

There were some days when Fuji just didn't feel like taking care of all the business end of things that he needed to. It had always been his forte. Still, just because he was good at it, didn't mean he liked it.

He suppressed a smile after scanning the surrounding rooms. Ryoma was waiting, decidedly not trying to listen in on the conversation. It was sort of endearing. As long as he could get the thieves representative out of the room in the next 10 minutes, something of the evening might actually be salvagable. He was looking forward to whatever it was Ryoma had planned... and the little devil was getting good at 'thinking quietly'.

It was all Ryoma could do to keep from thinking about what he wanted to do as soon as Fuji was finished. He'd finally figured out that the easiest way to keep his vampire from figuring out what he was thinking, was to think of something else. If he absolutely had to think about it, he made an effort to keep his thoughts vague.

Which was why he was getting so engrossed in examining the photographs on the wall of all the place Fuji had been. The pictures themselves were incredible; subtle yet beautiful. They even took his mind off of peeking into the things that looked as though they might yield sweets.

Anihan stood up and shook Fuji's hand, finally taking his leave. Managing somehow to keep his expression serious, Fuji bid farewell to his business guest and waited until the man had definitely left.

Walking to the adjoining room, Fuji leaned against the doorframe and smiled at the intense look on Ryoma's face. It was kind of endearing, cute almost. "So - Ryoma-kun, what is it you're trying so hard not to think about?"

A flash of the inside of the mall popped up before Ryoma could stop it, unable to keep from thinking about it entirely when asked directly about it like that.

"It's supposed to be a surprise." He said stubbornly, looking away from the wall and one of the photos almost reluctantly. He crossed the room to stand in front of Fuji, who was blocking the doorway. Jaw thrust out stubbornly, he reached out and poked Fuji lightly in the belly. "Quit trying to cheat."

Fuji laughed. "I'm not trying to cheat... you're just so damn tempting." Ryoma's face was still set stubbornly, and Fuji sighed good naturedly. "Fine, I promise I won't peak. Lead away."

Slightly mollified, Ryoma tugged Fuji's wrist once before ducking around him. "Come on, we need your car! I hope the driver didn't fall asleep..." His voice trailed off as he turned the corner out of the office, leaving Fuji to catch up.

Fuji couldn't help but laugh again. Being around Ryoma made him feel a little less serious, a little less weighed down. It was fun. Following his feeder out, he gestured to his driver. The wind was a little chill outside and it was nice to get into the warmth of the car. "You give the directions, I promise I won't listen"

Ryoma just smirked and handed the driver a prepared note with the address. That done, he plopped down on the seat next to Fuji and located his seatbelt.

It was harder to keep from thinking about what he wanted to do when there wasn't anything in the car to distract his mind. Looking at Fuji seriously, "You aren't allowed to spend any money."

Blinking, Fuji looked at Ryoma. "Do you have any idea how much money I have?" He was fairly sure that Ryoma knew, or at least had an inkling. "That's a very difficult request."

"Enough to have people falling all over themselves to get their hands on it?" Ryoma guessed. Fuji's reaction amused him, and he could practically feel the money burning a hole in the vampire's pocket. This was something he would be stubborn on, however.

He held out a hand with a questioning look. "Do I have to ask you to fork over your credit cards?"

Fuji smiled crookedly. People knew him, he wouldn't even need credit cards. "You do realise certain people know me by sight.... I could forget my wallet and still come home with what I want." Ryoma seemed really serious about this. "However, I'll stop, just know how hard this is for me, k?"

Okay, so he had forgotten that part. He was relieved that he had Fuji's agreement though, as it made things a lot easier.

"Thank you." He said, sitting back just as the car pulled up the front entrance to the address he'd been given. Grinning, Ryoma slid out of his seat and held the door open for Fuji.

He knew Fuji was used to places that were high-ranking and reservation only, so he was looking forward to what would happen when thrust into an ordinary mall.

Cerulean eyes raked over the large building in front of him. A shopping mall... of sorts. Interesting in a way. He cocked an eyebrow at his feeder. "Well, surprise me then." It was proving to be an interesting day.

"Er, well. This is the surprise. I wanted to buy you things for a change. That's why I said you weren't allowed to spend any money." Almost embarrassed, Ryoma gave Fuji's hand a tug and led the way inside.

He'd saved up a lot of his earnings to do this, which hadn't been all that hard when he already spent little on himself anyway. Knowing Fuji's tastes could be expensive, he'd made sure to save quite a bit. "There's got to be something you want here."

That made Fuji feel strangely spoiled. Something he wanted? To be honest he liked the contentedness he'd recently been feeling. He shrugged a little. " I have most of what I want, but something from you? Hmmm" He smiled, genuinely for the first time in a while, " I'm sure I can find something."

Relieved, Ryoma stopped at a guard rail with a small bench. "So, where did you want to go first?"

"I don't really know. I've not been in a mall - for a long time. Can we just walk round?" Fuji thought for a few moments. "Or better yet, let's get something to eat and decide."

Ryoma had to wonder whether Fuji's version of a long time was measured in decades. Food did sound good though. "Okay... The food court is down one level." He said, pointing below them where a myriad of tables and people were laid out neatly. "They have everything from hotdogs to Chinese food."

Hmmm, it HAD been a long time since he'd been out. Everything looked so different. And hot dogs? hmmm He'd seen them in movies. "I'd be interested in a hot dog... I think."

"It's not really dog meat." Ryoma said, grinning. He led the way over to the escalator, locating the food stall they were after to get Fuji a hotdog. Pointing at all the jars and bottles of condiments, "Tell them what you want on it?" He almost wanted to get one for himself, but he had something else in mind.

"Tell them what I want on it?" Did Ryoma mean sauce, cat, birds? Strange custom to stick a pole of meat in a bun and eat it. "You pick for me, k?"

"Eh?" Ryoma was tempted to tell the man to put everything on it, but instead behaved himself. Pointing out the ketchup, he requested everything else to be left on the side just in case, resulting in a myriad of little plastic packets of mustard, relish and even horseradish. He also chose some soda when asked, paying the man and handing Fuji his tray.

He then headed them over to the stall selling pizza. Mouth watering at the scent of sauce and melted cheese, he ordered a large slice with mushrooms and extra cheese, and a soda for himself.

All set, they moved to a table near the middle, where a large water fountain filled with change at the bottom attempted to drown out the music piping out from somewhere above their heads.

Fuji eyed the packets a little dubiously. "I'm supposed to put all this on there? Or do I eat it from the packet." He could see Ryoma fighting off the laughter and felt a little defensive. "Well they dont have this in the baseball movies."

Grinning, Ryoma pointed at the packets. "You can taste them if you want, to see if you like them. The ones you like, you put on your hotdog. This one is made from pickles... this is mustard... this is like mustard but spicier..."

Watching Fuji with an amused look, Ryoma took a bite out of his pizza, nearly purring as the cheese melted in his mouth.

Eyeing the melting cheese, Fuji didn't think that could actually be good for a person. "That can't be healthy" he mumbled before eyeing his own food critically and carefully chosing some stuff to put on his hot dog.

As he bit into it a wash of taste sensations washed over him. His eyes lit up in surprise. "It's... good."

"Mine's actually healthier than yours." Ryoma pointed out, licking his lips free of tomato sauce.

"Want a taste? It's just cheese and mushrooms but it's really good." He waved the slice back and forth a little as he sipped his soda, trying to tempt Fuji into trying something else that was new.

Fuji eyed Ryoma's pizza again and shook his head, chewing thoughtfully on his food. "You know... that cheese is just dripping yellow fat. But then, you don't really need to worry about that anymore."

"That's what makes it taste so good, I guess." Ryoma said before taking another bite that trailed cheese, making him use his fingers and teeth to try pulling it apart. He swallowed, still smiling. His new mission was to try to get Fuji to taste as much junk food as possible. How could he have gone so long without having any of the good stuff?

"So what else have you seen people eating in movies that you've never tried?"

For a few seconds Fuji contemplated that. With a mischevous grin, he looked at his feeder. "Well, I have seen that um... baked ice cream? I'd really love to try that."

Ryoma cocked his head curiously. "I haven't had that before either, actually." It sounded odd to him. Ice cream was supposed be cold, not cooked. When you cooked it, it was supposed to melt. Right? Still, if they could find some he wasn't against giving it a try.

"Did you see some place that has it?" He asked, looking around.

Fuji nodded, absently licking the tips of his fingers. "Yeah... that asian noodle place over there has it." He made a vague gesture with his hand. In truth he actually liked being spoiled in this way. It gave him all these new taste sensations.

Nodding, Ryoma scooted his chair away from the table. "Okay, I'll be right back then." Making his way over to the asian booth, he scanned the menu until it was his turn. Unfortunately, there wasn't a picture of the cooked ice cream, but the girl he ordered it from assured him that it was good.

Returning to the table with a serving for each of them, he sat and eyed his bowl dubiously. It didn't look very appealing. It looked like a ball of crumbs actually, though he figured the ice cream was somewhere underneath.

"You first." He said, looking up at Fuji.

Fuji eyed the balls of... ice cream? somewhat critically. Well, he'd seen people eat them in movies hadn't he? They couldn't be all ... bread. Picking up the spoon, he angled it, and stabbed, collecting some of the strange stuff on th spoon.

But damn, did it ever taste good. "Delicious" was all he said before continuing to devour it.

Ryoma watched Fuji for a moment, eyeing the tongue that licked perfectly-shaped lips free of cream. Finally, the noises Fuji was making got to him and he decided to try it for himself.

It was... crunchy, but only on the outside. While it was hot on the outside, the inside was surprisingly still cold. Feeling the ice cream melt in his mouth, Ryoma swallowed and dug in for another bite. At first he'd thought Fuji had been strange for wanting this for dessert. After trying some himself though, he could definitely say that this was one of his new favorites.

"So," He said after a few minutes and his bowl was nearly empty already, "Would you like to have a toy, or a new outfit?" Inwardly he was hoping not the clothes, because that meant dressing rooms and waiting. At the same time though, a small part of him was quietly reminding of what had happened last time they'd been in a clothing store together. Just thinking of how close Fuji had been then made him blush slightly.

"A Toy?" Fuji said around his last mouthful. Raiding an eyebrow, he grinned. "I thought I already had a toy..."

Seeing the blush rise on Ryoma's face, he nudged his feeder. "Actually, it's been a while since I actually got new clothing." He laughed at the thought which flitted thrugh Ryoma's mind. "You'd be surprised how many clothes you accumulate over four and a half centuries."

If anything, Ryoma's blush grew a little more. Leaning closer he whispered, "I don't count! And I'm not a toy!"

He scooted his chair back and stood, collecting their dishes and trash on a tray before walking quickly to the trash area. When he returned, Fuji was still smiling at him. Even if I was a toy, you don't play with me that often...

Fuji's smile faded a little and he sighed. "I know I haven't been paying as much attention to you as I should." For a few seconds he thought back over his life, as long as it was, and realised that it was nice to have a feeder to share things with. It felt right - someone else, someone different to shares things with in a different way. "I am sorry about that... "

Ryoma shook his head, dismissing those thoughts for another time. "Come on, lets get you a new outfit." He reached for Fuji's hand and tugged the vampire up out of his seat, letting go reluctantly once they were headed in the right direction for clothing. "So... Formal, casual, or something like that?" He asked, geturing towards a guy walking by with baggy ripped jeans, a mesh shirt and a mohawk.

Fuji chuckled. "Well, you've seen my style. You know what I like." Another nudge and he grinned. "So, I'll let you choose whatever you think I'll like."

"Oh?" Ryoma eyed Fuji speculatively for a moment, then started walking towards one store in particular. "What about here?" In the window were three outfits, all of the sort you would wear in a club atmosphere. Ryoma had the urge to put Fuji in something red, but not bright. He'd seen a lot of Fuji's clothes; most of them would blend easily with a shadow. That was probably the purpose, he mused.

Fuji nodded with a satisfaction he hadnt realised he'd feel. Ryoma had certainly paid attention, but then again, it wasn't as if Ryoma didn't have the opportunity. Right then and there, Fuji decided he needed to pay more attention to his own surroundings. "Oooo tempt me." He winked at Ryoma before entering the shop.

Ryoma blinked, then followed Fuji inside. It was dimmer inside than the rest of the mall, but the displays were still easy to see. Walking past a row of shirts, he closed his eyes and placed his hand on the first one. The texture was on the rough side, so he moved further down. Fingers brushed over fabrics with only the thought of choosing the nicest-feeling one without moving on to sweaters and the like.

Stopping when his hand brushed over something extremely smooth, Ryoma opened his eyes. The shirt was shiny, and silver. Somehow he thought it wouldn't look as good on Fuji, so he looked a little further. Sure enough, the colors of the same shirt changed another four times, and he plucked a deep green one from the rack. Looking for the tag, he saw that it was a mix of mostly polyester and a little bit of lycra.

Now all he needed was a vampire to try it on.

Fuji was eyeing one of the manequins curiously. He'd never really understood the stumpy creations. Seriously - wouldn't it just be better to have the staff of the stores wear the things that they sold? Glancing around, he searched for Ryoma and found him approaching from the other side of the shope, something already obviously in his hands.

Curious, he walked to meet Ryoma half way, his eyes lighting up a little as he felt the material his feeder held out to him. So soft, and such a beautiful green. Immediately, he decided he didn't own nearly enough green. He grinned. "Now... how have I survived without you for so long?"

Glad he had gotten Fuji's approval, Ryoma handed him the shirt and started nudging him towards the dressing rooms, snagging a pair of pants that looked likely on the way. "Hungrily. Here, try these on too."

With a laugh Fuji headed into a dressing room. "Fine. I'm going, I'm going." he said before closing the curtain. It didn't take long to pull the clothes on. The pants were soft and clingy without being fitting - microfibre or something, and the shirt was so soft it almost felt like it wasn't there.

Pushing aside the curtain, he struck a pose. "Like?"

Ryoma unconsciously licked his lips. "You look really... Really good." It was probably a good thing that he was the feeder and Fuji the vampire, because if it were the other way around, he doubted he'd be able to resist pouncing. He was having enough trouble as it was.

Fuji turned and flaunted with a laugh. "Well, i never said I was hard to shop for now, did I?" He glanced at himself in the mirror. The shirt really did bring out the green in his eyes, and he smiled at himself. "So, did you want me to try anything else on?"

Entranced by the way the clothes shifted on Fuji as he moved, close-fitting but not too tightly, Ryoma shook his head. "Not unless you saw something you wanted..." He said softly. He was starting to get an idea, and after a quick glance around he grabbed a garment off a nearby rack without so much as looking at it. "Here, let me help you with this one." He said, pushing Fuji back into the dressing room and following him inside.

Once there, he let the door shut as he traced his fingers lightly over the front of Fuji's chest, admiring how the shirt felt and looked even more. "If I asked you to, would you bite me... Right here?" He said softly, so as not to be overheard by anyone chancing to walk past.

Breathing in, Fuji let himself feel the call of that bond. It was always there, but he usually tried to push it to the side. That blood sang to him - making the question practically rhetorical. Lips brushed Ryoma's ear as he murmurred softly. "Mhmmm."

Ryoma shivered a little as Fuji's breath washed over his ear, and he tilted his head to the side, stepping a little closer in the small room. Hooking a finger into his shirt collar, he tugged it down a little to expose even more of his neck.

Feeling the bond grow a little stronger as Fuji focused his attention on it, Ryoma smirked up at his vampire, then took hold of their bond and gave a good tug. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Fuji chuckled from deep in his throat, mouth parting as he bent his head licked the skin gently with his tongue before biting down. The sensation ran into him as the blood entered his body. That same heady feeling, the power, the need, and the fulfillment. Every time he drank from Ryoma the feelings intensified.

The smirk dropped away as Ryoma closed his eyes, leaning back against the door for a little support. The initial feeling of his blood being drawn from him always gave him a heady feeling that overrode any bit of pain he might feel from those wonderful teeth sinking into him. His arms lifted to wrap around Fuji's neck, holding him there in a loose embrace as he started to lose himself in the giving.

Fuji smiled into the soft skin, the blood burning through him, but in such a good way. The blood of a feeder, his feeder, powerful blood that replenished more than just life, it made him feel alive. He was careful to slow the flow down so it could last as long as possible. He'd missed Ryoma, and planned on not letting himself get distanced again.

A salesgirl walking past was pulled up short when she heard a low moan coming from one of the dressing rooms as she walked past. Backing up a step, she scanned the bottoms of the doors until she noticed one showing two sets of feet in the room. Face settling into a scowl, she marched over to the door and banged on it.

Ryoma was too full of euphoria to be startled when the door at his back shook with the force of the knock, but he wasn't so far gone as to not hear the irritated feminine voice that soon followed.

"What are you two doing in there!? Only one person allowed at a time in the dressing rooms! Open this door!"

Grumbling slightly, he closed his eyes and ignored her.

If there was one thing that Fuji didn't like, it was being interrupted while he was feeding. Extracting his teeth as gently as possible, making sure his fangs were perfectly visible, he opened the door and glared at the girl. "I require assistance you couldn't give me."

She looked like she was about to faint.

Glad he hadn't been leaning his full weight against the door, Ryoma waved a hand at her in a vague shooing motion, still mostly focused on the absence of Fuji's teeth and how that needed to be remedied. Without a word he tugged the door shut again, then went to the opposite end of the small room to sit on the small bench provided.

He tugged on Fuji's shirt a little, once again admiring how it looked when the light shined on it. His attention was drawn towards his wrist as he tugged, giving him an idea. Before Fuji could bite into his neck again, he offered his wrist instead with a questioning look. "Is it any different if you bite me in other places... Or should we save that for later?"

Fuji eyed the vein throbbing beneath that soft skin with undisguised hunger. "Oh, yes... it's definitely different, but..." He had to wrench his mind away from those thoughts, had to make himself stop before he started or else he wouldnt stop. "That would be better to leave until later... " leave until they got home and wouldn't be interrupted. "We need more um... heh, privacy for that." He absently licked his lips.

Ryoma looked at Fuji, then at his wrist, then back at Fuji. Grabbing the vampire by the arm, he grabbed the clothes Fuji had been wearing and drug him out of the room towards the nearest register.

"Here. Shirt and pants." He said, quickly snapping off the tags hanging from the shirt and the pants and giving them to the girl. He reluctantly let go of Fuji to pay the girl, not even flinching at the price. He then started walking towards the exit and the car that was still waiting for them, feeling just a tad impatient as his body had already recovered from the small draining by Fuji.

It was even darker outside than when they'd first come, which was in Fuji's favor. Sliding into the car, Ryoma slid Fuji a look as they started to move. "Is this enough privacy?"

Glancing around, Fuji only wished it was. Taking a deep, deep breath, he steadied himself and smiled. "No, not really. You won't be wanting to move for a long while after... or be moved." He glanced at his feeder, a feeling of fondness overwhelming him. "I think you'll like this."

Ryoma sighed and sat back to wait, rubbing his thumb over his wrist. If it felt different there, he figured it must feel different in other places, too. He'd have to investigate this further, with Fuji's help of course.

When they finally reached the building, he had grown so impatient that he didn't even consider the stairs as he punched the button in the elevator for Fuji's floor. He couldn't keep away the nervous feeling that the elevator would get almost to the top then drop from under them without warning, though. Having Fuji there helped immensely, as he was sure the vampire would think of something if that happened.

When they reached the right floor, Ryoma was the first to step out with a sigh of relief. He marched up to Fuji's door and turned, giving the vampire a look that said, Hurry up!

Fuji eyed his feeder thoughtfully, wondering if Ryoma knew exactly what it was he was letting himself in for. Sitting down on the bed he pulled Ryoma to him. "You know that this is life's blood that you offer me, don't you?"

Ryoma shook his head no. "It isn't all the same?" He settled comfortably in Fuji's lap, thinking it was better than the bed.

"No, " Fuji wondered how best to explain it. "No, it's not all the same." He brushed fingers delicately over Ryoma's wrist. "Drinking from here, is like..." and those same fingers brushed over the front of Ryoma's neck, "drinking from here." He looked seriously at Ryoma. "Do you understand?"

He had an idea what Fuji meant, and if Fuji's meaning was on the morbid side, he did indeed understand. "It won't hurt, will it?" He found it hard to believe Fuji would do anything to hurt him; the vampire was even extremely good about making sure not to drain him too much.

No, he wouldn't hurt Ryoma, because it just wasn't in Fuji's nature to hurt someone who meant something to him. But it would be more difficult to control the flow of the blood, and so much harder to stop. "It's just a little more delicate, the blood pumps stronger, so the flow is harder to control - and well - the taste is hard to resist, so... I will be careful. If you still want to..."

Ryoma nodded. "I still want to do this. I trust you." He didn't hesitate to offer the vampire his left arm, coming to the realization that for the first time he'd actually be able to see Fuji as his teeth sunk into his flesh, to watch as his blood was coaxed out of his body.

Eyes never leaving Ryoma's face, Fuji licked the feeder's wrist gently before sinking his teeth in. The feeling was so much more powerful from there, the blood somehow so much richer. Ryoma's face took on a look of slight discomfort before pure euphoria replaced it.

The change was slow, but the small ebb of pain shifted into one of pleasure before he could do more than wince slightly. He found himself almost forgetting to breathe as he stared into Fuji's eyes, feeling as though any second now he would fall forward and drown. If he did, he didn't care. He was fascinated. Then Fuji sucked at his wrist and he drew in breath with a gasp; his muscles went limp and his focus blurred, seeing what was happening as though it were slow-motion.

The feeling was entirely different, so much better, so much more potent. Fuji knew he had to be careful not to drain too much, it was just so, so damn tempting. It tasted so amazing. Gave him life he'd not felt in a very long time. There was something magical about the blood in Ryoma's system.

Ryoma's eyes looked heavy and he looked like he was about to nod off and yet... it was still difficult to slow the flow, but it was something Fuji forced himself to do.

Ryoma barely noticed as Fuji gave his wrist one last lick as the wound started to heal itself, the process making him feel much more lethargic than usual, yet so much more sated. He reluctantly let his eyes close as he felt himself fall forward, imagining that perhaps he really would drown despite the strong arm around him, keeping him from drizzling onto the floor.

Barely able to form coherent words, he just let his head rest on Fuji's shoulder, the vampire's hair tickling his eyelashes. He took a deep, steadying breath and instead sent the warm, loved feeling he felt along the bond to Fuji.

With a smile, Fuji leaned back on the bed, cradling Ryoma against him. What a rush that'd been. Glancing down, he looked at the happy expression on his feeder's slumbering face. Yes, Fuji was glad he had gotten himself a feeder. Ryoma constantly surprised him.