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Claude’s tired as hell.
Work has been busy for the past few weeks and the workaholic in him wants to do even more. His sleep schedule is absolutely done in by now, not that he plans to fix it.
Biking through the city streets with a lethargic pace, regretting not taking a taxi, he analyzes the architecture, smells the street food, and listens in on the music and conversations. Call him stalker-ish, but he’s a people watcher. It’s better to focus on your surroundings instead of your phone, anyhow. Especially in the less comfortable parts of town.
As the platinum blonde makes his way through the idle, unsafe neighborhood, he speeds up a little, hoping to avoid any trouble. However, he hears an interesting click that repeats every so often, like an animal chirping, and curiosity gets the best of him.
Knowing his way through the familiar town, one Claude can now happily call home, the cleric was always up for an adventure. Especially given how good he’s become at biking, twists, turns, and small spaces are barely obstacles.
Going through a cramped alley, he hides behind a wall, gets off, and turns, only to see a very recognizable face with even more recognizable hair.
What the hell is Shu doing out here?
Claude watches as his coworker sits there, heaving with his flames flickering uncontrollably. The noise he heard before coming from the boy’s mouth, though he didn’t know exactly why. The rest of his body was covered by a dumpster and unpackaged boxes.
He moved in to make sure he wasn’t hurt, carefully to not disturb the other, speaking softly, “Hey, Shu? It’s Claude. Are you okay—“
The sorcerer jumps up, eyes widening and Claude sees just how pale the other has gotten.
He trembles and backs away, “Claude?… Stay back.”
The cleric’s face scrunches, pausing his advancements, “Huh? But why?”
And that’s when he looks down and lands on the dead rat in the sorcerer’s convulsing hands, blood dripping in clots.
Claude physically cringes at the sight, completely confused at the situation, “I won’t judge you if you like killing rats or something… But what the hell, Shu? It could have a real bad disease…”
He feels bad about his comment after he watches the other’s face morph into guilt, as if Shu was going to cry or vomit.
“I…” The sorcerer drops the vermin in his tracks, looking around pathetically like he needed an escape from Claude, like if he looked at the man something terrible would happen.
“Shu? Hey, Shu, it’s okay! Look man, I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about,” Claude rushed up to the other, putting a hand to Shu’s uncovered shoulder.
Shu freezes in his tracks and looks up. The cleric realizes just how frosty the skin is, whispering underneath his breath, “What the hell…”
“Claude…” The raven-haired quite literally whimpers, hypnotizing violet eyes dilating as he stares at the cleric’s neck, “Claude, you know, don’t you?”
And Claude knows, of course he does. Especially as he feels the bat wing that is so obviously real—how did he not realize sooner— and takes in the awful stench of the rat that would’ve been Shu’s meal if not for his intervention.
“Vampire, right?” Claude inquires and Shu nods hastily in reply.
He could tell that the sorcerer was using every last bit of decency to hold back, to resist his urge. Shu’s amethyst eyes became glossy, his bat wings shifting with every light tug from the cleric’s gloved fingers, “And you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving,” the raven-haired admits, choking on his own words as Claude elicits a sharp gasp from caressing the wing, “Please.”
“Do it,” the platinum blonde pulls the vampire toward his open neck without any hesitation, an invitation that the other couldn’t refuse in his current state.
Following orders, Shu immediately takes a bite with so much vigor that Claude is shocked, groaning at the sharp fangs locking in on his soft skin.
They stay there for a moment, frozen still by time. The only noise in the background was the buzz of the city and their heavy, heaving breaths. Claude wraps his arms around the other, one hand entangled in the vampire’s hair and the other hand placed on his hip. The cleric doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, but his head begins to spin from the blood loss.
He gives a light tug to Shu’s hair, and on queue, the sorcerer releases his grip, lapping at the rest of the oozing blood in apology to the harsh redness. For some reason, Claude found it extremely hot.
It’s silent before both talents speak simultaneously.
“Shu…”
“…Claude.”
They laugh, in their own world in spite of the awkward situation.
“Y-You taste good,” Shu stutters, turning away, thankful that the evening sky hid his flush.
“Yeah?” the cleric replies back, unexpecting of the forwardness, pausing before continuing, “Thanks,,, I guess?”
Shu’s glowing flames die down with his satiated hunger as the sun sets, leaving the alleyway almost completely dark. But even in the subtle moonlight, the sorcerer looked absolutely ethereal.
Maybe Claude was just a huge boykisser, but he had his sights on that boyish face since he joined the company. Dark, raven head with colorful splashes of pinks, purples, and a crown of gold. Diamond eyes, red liner, and pursed lips.
He didn’t realize how much he had been staring until Shu finally piped up once more, “Um… We should go home, right? It’s getting late…”
If the blonde had any sense, he would’ve just agreed, gone out and parted ways. After all, the sorcerer didn’t need an escort… Well, after being at the brink of vampire starvation, maybe he did. But for some reason, Claude’s curiosity continually got the better of him.
He wanted to know more about his senpai. He needed a moment longer with the pretty bloodsucker.
“Want to stay at mine? It’s much closer and I have a bike.”
“Oh.”
Claude began to overthink after such a short reply. It didn’t even answer his suggestion, so it must’ve been a denial.
Backtracking, Claude finally let go of the other, now considering that he has been hugging the other for longer than he was supposed to, “You don’t have to though. I just, you know—You know?”
And Shu laughed. It was pretty and hearty and matched his soft features so well. The cleric felt like dying right then and there.
“Sure! Can’t say no when you gave me a gift, right?”
“Yeah…” Claude nodded slowly, but he stood there processing the information. His mind was hazy. Definitely just the blood loss...
“Um, are you gonna take me there or what? Lead the way,” the sorcerer urged, giggling as he poked the other in the side.
Claude reacted at that, reciprocating the action before steadying his pace and walking toward his hidden bicycle, Shu’s hand in his.
“Woah!”
Claude sped through the streets, Shu’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist as they drew ever closer to their destination.
It seemed that the cleric had gained energy after the blood sucking.
“We’re here. I’m on the fourth floor, but we gotta park my bike first,” Claude jumped off, holding a hand out for the sorcerer.
“Thanks,” the other replied sheepishly, looking excited after the ride. He had never gone that fast on a bicycle before, in fact he rarely used transportation anyways with his ability to float.
The two climbed up the steps of the apartment complex, a calm atmosphere filling their bubble. It was late now, so no one else was around as the stars twinkled and clouds cleared to the open midnight.
“Sorry, it’s not much of a home but…” Claude opened the residential door, sighing as he finally entered his humble abode, scented candles sweetening the aroma.
Shu smiled, crescent-shaped eyes gleaming with the candles, “I like it. It smells nice.”
Claude didn’t mention how Shu’s bat wings actively fluttered now. It was endearing.
“…Thanks.”
The air suddenly became a bit awkward, and although he usually enjoys the silence, the cleric felt like being a good host to his guest, “Need anything to drink? I got sodas, water?”
“I’m good,” Shu replied nonchalantly.
But when the blonde turned back, he noticed the vampire was staring at him, specifically his neck, again.
“Claude…”
Raising a brow, he responded, “Yeah?”
The raven-haired man made a clicking sound, borderline chirp, that same one he had heard before. The sorcerer’s lip moves up in a pout as he realizes.
“Shu, what exactly are you?”
“Um,” he blinked, taking a moment to figure out how to respond, “I guess you can say I’m a vampire, but some of my habits are more bat-like.”
“I see,” Claude stepped closer, reaching out his gloved hand towards the beautiful wing, tender and webbed, “How sensitive is it?”
And just like that, he pulled roughly, earning a mellow gasp from his senpai. Cheeks flushed, he murmurs, “C-Claude!”
Shu was like a science experiment or a research study. It was like he discovered a new organism. Completely new and unknown, but so different that one had to figure him out. Maybe even publish the findings if he didn’t learn anything he’d keep to himself.
Claude chuckles, playing with the limb as he inspected it, “Sorry, but it’s so… cool.”
“Y-yeah? I get it… I mean,” the sorcerer stumbles on his words as he struggles to contain himself.
That is, until the cleric grabs onto the base of the wing, eliciting a high-pitched moan. The two talents connect gazes and Shu turns away first, becoming rose red.
Something pulls Claude to keep going, so he continues his ministrations. Shu’s lashes flutter shut as sweeter noises fall out of his lips, drawing the cleric closer.
“Claude, Claude,” he begins to chant, arms wrapping around the platinum blonde’s neck. His head falls in the crux, sharp teeth shadowing the same place he had marked earlier.
“If you’re still hungry, you can take a bite,” the cleric hummed, “I’ll be okay.”
“I can’t do that to you…” Instead, the sorcerer kisses the old bite as it begins to bruise purple and green.
Claude leans his head closer, still stroking the wings with both hands, “You’ve always been too nice. That why you opted towards rodents?”
“Shut up!” The sorcerer groaned, beginning to suck on the pale skin, “I was desperate.”
“Well,” moving his hips forward, bodies now flushed with the vampire, Claude whispered, “You got me now.”
With that he grinds against the other, making the both of them moan. Shu sighs out, “I’m glad.”
”You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Claude sprawled his left hand along the expanse of Shu’s open back as the sorcerer laid, bent over the coffee table.
The tips of his ears glowed a harsh red, contrasting the porcelain skin. Shu didn’t know how to respond, opting for a simple sigh, “Y-yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The cleric leaned in, kissing at the vampire’s neck and wrapping his right hand into the soft hair, “Tell me when, babe.”
“Just, just do it,” Shu murmured back, bucking his hips to meet the other.
Claude happily obliged, slowly making his way in with a groan. They both moan in unison as he makes it way halfway in, the heat in the room raising instantly despite the cool night breeze bursting through the open windows.
The raven head made a clicking sound again in disturbance, alerting the younger, “You alright, Shu?”
The vampire nodded, pretty lids falling shut, “G-good. Keep going, please?”
“‘Course.”
The moment he bottomed out, Claude wrapped his arms around the other, heavy breaths against the already burning hot skin. Shu arches, trying to be as close to his partner as possible. They stayed like that for a serene moment, candles flickering and quiet keeping them company, as the sorcerer recovered from the unfamiliar stretch.
“Y-you can move. I,,, think,” he slurred, gripping onto the table as Claude began to thrust with fervent passion.
Shu’s voice climbed higher in pitch with every slam, Claude’s pace first slow and romantic before becoming more and more intense. The cleric gripped harshly onto the slim hips, his beautifully cut claws bleeding into them.
The sorcerer’s wings fluttered like a hummingbird, so quick and light. Claude leaned in, holding the left limb in a bite, leaving Shu crying out from the sudden shock.
“Claude, y-you—!” His eyes squeezed shut, hips rutting as the vampire chased the overwhelming pleasure.
The blonde sighed in return, playing with his tongue. The texture of his piercing left a sharp feeling lingering on the weak wing as Claude let go with a pant.
He knew the coffee table was probably not the most comfortable position, so he lifted the other without warning to the couch, earning a surprised squeak, before dropping him with a plop and continuing his advances.
Singing in a chant, their bodies completely synced, the two basked in the presence of one another.
It didn’t take long for Shu to reach his high, warm and wet walls convulsing around Claude. His lithe body drooping over as the cleric’s strong hands held his ass up, keeping him in place as he chased his own orgasm.
Shu sobbed in overstimulation as Claude let out his load, leaving soft kisses in apology.
“…You alright?” Claude questioned, his voice much deeper, grainy and husky from his labors.
Shu nodded, though his violet eyes glistened with tears. A hot red flush covered his entire body with a sheen of sweat. Claude could only imagine he looked just as disheveled, swiping his bangs out of the way as they stuck to his wet face.
“You look so beautiful like this,” the opalescent haired noted, not realizing he had said it out loud.
And the vampire replied by rolling himself over and stealing a sweet kiss, inhaling the floral scent.
Shu stared up at Claude as they finally let go of one another, an exaggerated pout growing, “…’m hungry.”
The kouhai chuckled, a precious smile blanketing his face yet tired eyes fell closed, “Come here you little bloodsucker.”
Shu made a giggle as he was pulled in to the other’s nape,
“Itadakimasu~”