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The nervous dance they’d been doing had been unbearable. Weeks of heated fights almost turned makeout sessions, flirtations, suggestive touches.
Kiryu was the one who made the first move. Majima was straddling his chest, taunting him with that impossibly-large grin and caressing his cheek with the tip of his knife.
He was cooing some insult, or perhaps a challenge, when Kiryu grabbed him by the lapels. Majima had been expecting a fight and wasn’t prepared when their mouths crashed violently against each other. He shrieked in delight and returned the kiss, cackling at the knowledge he’d finally broken down Kiryu’s macho-resistance front.
They’d stumbled their way into a love hotel, Majima making it more difficult as he pawed at Kiryu’s muscular body.
“If you keep doing that I won’t be able to unlock the door,” Kiryu said, his voice solid despite the rapid pounding in his chest.
Majima didn’t pull his hands from around Kiryu’s waist, but he did stop feeling him up long enough for Kiryu to unlock the door.
Kiryu was almost bowled over as Majima practically shoved him into the room, laughing when Kiryu complained.
“Fuck, I thought you’d never take the hint,” Majima said, shoving Kiryu onto the pastel-pink sheets. He crawled on top of him, grinding his own erection against the one growing in Kiryu’s pants.
“Nii-san,” Kiryu moaned at the contact and held the back of Majima’s neck as he kissed him again.
It was more desperate than before, their teeth clacking together as Kiryu slid Majima’s jacket off him and tossed it on the floor. Majima pulled away, making Kiryu groan. He smiled above him, his grin wicked as he stared down at him.
“Majima-san…” Kiryu’s brows were furrowed as he paid closer attention to Majima’s grin. His teeth looked… off. His canines were unnaturally long and looked almost like someone had filed them.
“What’s up, Kiryu-chan?”
“What did you do to your teeth?”
Majima froze at the question, closing his lips together tightly. “Uh.”
A beat of silence. Kiryu squirmed uncomfortably, worried he’d done something wrong by asking.
Majima took a deep breath and ran his fingers through Kiryu’s hair, grinning again. “Ya ever heard of vampires, Kiryu-chan?”
Kiryu narrowed his eyes. “Very funny.”
Majima’s grin turned into a smirk and he buried his head in Kiryu’s neck, licking a long stripe across the warm skin. Kiryu shuddered at the rough texture, turning his head to give him more access.
“I ain’t jokin’, ya know,” Majima said, his voice low. Kiryu swallowed, his pupils dilating as he realized Majima wasn’t lying. While the two weren’t all that close, he could tell when someone like him was lying.
“W-wait, what are you doing--” Kiryu’s breathing quickened, his fists balling in the sheets as Majima opened his mouth and started sucking a hickey on his neck.
“Scared?”
“Of course not,” Kiryu huffed out.
“It’s been a while since I fed,” Majima said, licking another long stripe, up to his ear lobe this time. He nibbled gently as he whispered in his ear: “Mind offerin’ me a meal for the night?”
Kiryu’s eyes darted around the room, his heart pounding against his ribcage. “Are you... Are you doing something to make me afraid?”
He’d heard stories of vampires being able to manipulate emotions, make people feel a certain way.
Majima chuckled breathily against his ear, the humid air making Kiryu shiver. “The Dragon of Dojima, afraid? How cute.”
Majima turned his attention to the other side of Kiryu’s neck, the spit he left on the other side cooling in the chill air of the hotel room.
Kiryu wet his lips and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control. “It’s only natural to be afraid around a predator.”
“Mm, is it natural to get hard from him, too?”
Majima ground his ass against Kiryu’s clothed erection, making him groan loudly. His heart raced as Majima opened his mouth again, teasing the soft flesh with his fangs--not pushing down hard, just light touches that made fear spike down his spine.
“Oh god… oh my god,” Kiryu breathed out. He closed his eyes and nodded wildly.
“Whatcha noddin’ for?” Majima asked, his breath puffing out hot against his neck.
“F-feed off me. I w-want you to,” Kiryu gasped out. His cock was twitching in his slacks as fear ran through his veins.
“Mm. I bet you’ll taste real good,” Majima said. “Especially all scared like this. Yer fear is intoxicatin’, makin’ it hard to control myself.”
“Just do it,” Kiryu said, steeling himself.
Majima chuckled and ground his ass against Kiryu’s erection one last time before opening his mouth wider than before and biting down on the sensitive flesh of Kiryu’s neck.
Kiryu gasped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hands shot to grip Majima’s waist, low moans pouring from his mouth. The animalistic part of his brain was screaming at him to run! Danger! Get out! But he sat still, grinding his hips up as Majima’s longs pierced him.
The pain was sharp, like a needle that never stopped entering his skin. But after a moment, the pain eased into a dull throb as Majima began to drink from him. He moaned as he drank, the vibrations tickling Kiryu’s neck.
“Oh my god… Nii-san,” Kiryu said weakly, his nails digging half-moons into Majima’s tattooed skin.
He could feel his blood oozing from the wound, ounces of his lifeforce flowing away and into Majima. The sensation scared him but made his cock throb even more. Kiryu gasped as Majima bit down harder, renewing the blood flow when it began to clot.
Kiryu could feel some blood dripping down his neck onto the sheets below him. He vaguely wondered how they’d explain that to the maid service, but Majima’s hand wrapping around his clothed erection made his brain malfunction.
He groaned loudly as Majima stroked him roughly, not even bothering to pull his cock out. He was still drinking, less deeply now. He shimmied out of his leather pants without breaking the connection his fangs afforded them and began grinding against Kiryu, smearing precum against his gray slacks.
Majima grunted animalistically when Kiryu canted his hips up, both of them moaning at the sensation.
Majima pulled away slightly, the puncture wounds left beginning to ooze onto the blanket in earnest. Kiryu panted, lightheaded.
“Nii-san…”
“Hold on, I’ll take care of ya,” Majima said, his voice hoarse and lower than usual. His eye was a glowing red.
Kiryu moaned as Majima began licking his wounds, his warm tongue dipping into the puncture wounds.
“Get yer dick out,” Majima muttered against Kiryu’s neck.
Kiryu didn’t hear him properly. “Wh-what?”
He felt like he was underwater, his head swimming. He felt heavier than ever before, but also like he could float away at any moment.
Instead of clarifying, Majima grunted and worked at Kiryu’s belt and zipper, pulling his thick cock from the confines of his boxers and giving him a strong stroke.
Kiryu groaned and thrust his hips into the touch, thankful when Majima’s tongue went back to licking against his wound. It was like a salve to the dull ache, each swipe of his warm tongue making his pain go away a little more.
Majima lowered his hips and laid his dick on top of Kiryu’s, chuckling at the inhuman noise Kiryu let out.
“Next time I’ll fuck ya while I feed,” Majima said, stroking their cocks in tandem.
“Next time?” Kiryu gasped out, his eyes rolling back as Majima moved his head to his pec and bit down near the nipple.
He didn’t start drinking as thickly as last time, but the ache made Kiryu’s cock spit out a thick wad of precum. The fear he thought he’d tamped down rose even higher, his breath quickening as he stared at Majima’s fangs dug into the meat of his chest.
Majima moaned as he drank, his eye fluttering. He pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand.
“Fuck, ya taste real good when you’re scared,” Majima said, grinning at the flush that rose on Kiryu’s cheeks.
“Vampires are scary, nii-san,” Kiryu protested.
Majima cackled, jerking their cocks off faster. “Oh? Then why’re ya oozin’ precum like a leaky faucet if you’re so scared?”
Kiryu bit his lip and groaned at the friction. His cock was painfully hard, the head angry red as Majima stroked them both. He almost needed two hands for Kiryu’s cock alone, but he made do with one.
While Kiryu had hoped to last longer from a handjob with such little pressure, he found himself cumming with a long groan, his balls twitching as he came. Majima bit his bottom lip and continued stroking them both, milking him as Kiryu spilled across his sculpted abdomen. After Kiryu finished cumming and was about to squirm away from Majima’s continued touch, Majima finally came with a low grunt, his cum managing to land near the wound he’d left in Kiryu’s pecs.
“Aw, almost forgot about this one,” Majima said, leaning to lick at Kiryu’s chest again.
Kiryu glanced down and noticed he was covered in dark red blood, rivulets leaking onto the sheets below. He sighed when Majima cleaned him off with his tongue, blood and cum alike.
“There, all better,” Majima said, smacking his lips as he finished. His teeth were stained red. From me , Kiryu thought.
“You’re going to have to explain this all to me,” Kiryu said, attempting to sit up.
Majima made a face and pushed him onto the bed. “Are you a dumbass? Lay there, ya lost a lot of blood. I’ll get Nishida to bring some food. Just relax for now.”
“But--”
“No buts. I’m gonna take a shower, I’ve got blood all over me,” Majima said, standing up.
“I didn’t take you for a messy eater,” Kiryu said, yawning as his cock softened against his muscular thigh.
Majima made another face and stuck his tongue out at him and left to get cleaned up as Kiryu recovered from the night’s events.