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As much of a stickler to the rules as Miyano was, the buzz in his hand didn't let him pay much attention to whatever lingering eyes shot to him as he hurried by in the dark. He spared a glance back at the hand still joined with his, a smile involuntarily breaking through his lips. He wished he could look at the smile he knew was waiting for him, but with his fangs still hungry- although not for food this time- Sasaki wasn't yet in a safe space to have his mask removed.

“Keys are in my pocket.” Miyano didn't let go of the leftovers box in his hand not busy holding his boyfriend’s hand, nor did he intend to let go of either. 

Cold fingers slipped into Miyano's pocket, the thick fabric of the jeans barely doing anything to conceal the touch. He swore that Sasaki’s hand lingered for longer than it needed to for grabbing the keys, sending shivers up his leg. The hand slowly traced the lining of his pocket, slowly sliding back out with the keys in possession. 

“Sorry about that.” Sasaki said, although he wasn't sorry at all. 

Too much was happening all at once. As soon as the door opened, Miyano knew he seemed as desperate as he felt, rushing to the bathroom to clean every inch of garlic off of himself. The pizza box barely landed on the kitchen table as he threw it without any grace, the bathroom door slamming shut just seconds later. 

Every inch of him was clean as quick as he could blink. He scrubbed under his nails, the back of his throat. For good measure, Miyano even swallowed some mouthwash. His throat hated him immediately but his lower half couldn't care less. He was stripped down, quickly exfoliating every inch of his body he could, determined to not be the cause of his boyfriend falling sick. He was overdoing it, perhaps, but this wasn't something he was willing to fool around with. 

There was a knock on the door that startled Miyano into slipping off the bath stool. 

“Um, Myaa-chan?” Sasaki asked. He didn't sound worried, exactly. His tone was gentle but thick at the same time. For sure, some of the remaining lust from before remained. 

“I’ll be just a minute!” Miyano shouted as he pulled his clothes back on. Not that there was much sense to it if things played out the way he hoped. 

“I'm not rushing you, just,” Sasaki sounded a little shy. A flutter of adoration washed Miyano as he couldn't help but find it adorable. Sasaki was still awkwardly fidgeting outside the door as he mumbled, “I just need to wash my hands. I touched the pizza earlier.”

Right, the allergy.

Miyano pulled the door open, his shirt still riding up slightly. His rush to shove his boyfriend toward the sink was top priority. No boyfriend of his would go into anaphylaxis on his watch!

Sasaki twisted the knob, water running down his hands as he scrubbed at them thoroughly. The water had no mercy for his potential poisoning, soaking his mesh sleeves. Some soap seeped into them, much to Sasaki's discomfort. Watching the taller one struggle to readjust his sleeves without dripping more water down to his elbows, Miyano stepped in and rolled up the sleeves. 

It wasn't much good, though. The water had already done its damage. For a second, Miyano wondered if any contaminant could have traveled down with the water flow. 

An idea suddenly struck him. 

“You should take that off.” Miyano tried to roll Sasaki's sleeve another fold for dramatic effect. “I’ll throw it in the washer for you. You need to take a bath and get yourself clean.” 

“Oh, sure.” Sasaki peaked down at his arms, sticky from the sunscreen. There were mild red splotches from how the sun hit his skin through the mesh, making an almost net-like pattern on his skin. 

Miyano smiled to himself. 

“I have an extra bath cloth if you need.” Miyano didn't wait for a response, already digging in the cabinet for the sheet. While at it, he grabbed a clean towel and folded it on the sink. 

Miyano turned back to Sasaki, bath cloth still in hand. Sasaki blinked. 

“Um,” Sasaki chuckled, probably trying to hide his nerves, “I can take it from here, now.” 

“Can you?” 

Sasaki's eyes narrowed the way they did when he was teasing Miyano, as he mused, “Unless you want to help me?” 

Perhaps he was waiting for Miyano to fall into his usual fluster. That would explain why his eyes widened at Miyano's grin as he tugged at the sleeveless button up that lay over the mesh top. Sasaki brought a hand up to cover his grin, watching as Miyano's brow furrowed in concentration, his butterfingers struggling with the buttons. 

Sasaki wanted to tease him so badly. 

At the risk that this would make the adorable menace stop, Sasaki held his tongue. Quite literally, he bit down on his tongue to stop the floodgates of teasing remarks from escaping involuntarily. 

With the last button undone, Miyano tugged at the shirt. 

“Shuumei-san,” Miyano glanced up at him with red dusting his cheeks now. “I need to wash this for you.” 

“Help me take it off?” 

If Miyano was eager, Sasaki was ecstatic. The mesh top he layered under the button up left nothing to the imagination. Miyano's eyes trailed him all over as if entranced. His hands trailed up and down the mesh as if examining what he would see once the thin layer, barely any concealment, was removed. 

His eyes all but devoured the redhead. 

Logistically, Miyano knew that standing before him was a vampire. Still, what was it that he had called it before? 

His vampiric instincts? 

Miyano bit the inside of his cheek. He was getting ahead of himself, way too excited to skip steps. First, he needed to get his boyfriend clean. He could take care of everything else after. 

With shaky fingers, he lifted Sasaki's shirt. Being as unblessed as he was, the shirt caught on Sasaki's face, pulling a grunt from him. Miyano apologized quickly, making the taller one laugh. It was a bit embarrassing. 

His cheek would be bruised heavily before they could even start. His teeth were clenched hard as Miyano tried to not ogle his boyfriend too hard, but it seemed like an impossible task. When someone so handsome, painted with utter perfection in the form of his unmuscled physique and decorated adorably with a small belly tucked away in his pants was in front of him, Miyano couldn't stop himself from hungering. 

That small mound of fat was so biteable, so adorable. 

“Yoshikazu?” 

Right, the task at hand. 

Miyano was much less graceful with Sasaki's slacks than his shirt. Not that the messy work he did was anything to be proud of, but it was at least at a slow, romantic pace. Maybe. 

Lacking any tact that Sasaki likely would have had, the rest was gone far too quickly. Sasaki seemed shy in a way uncharacteristic of him, a good look in Miyano's opinion. He would have enjoyed it more if he himself wasn't so embarrassed as he scurried out of the room. 

When he came back, Sasaki was already seated on the bath stool. 

“You're sticky,” Miyano mumbled as he took the shower head, rinsing Sasaki off. 

“Mhm,” Sasaki mumbled, closing his eyes as the water poured over him. “It's mostly sunscreen.” 

“You used the entire bottle?” 

“I burn easily.”

Miyano chuckled. He wasn't one to talk, himself.

“I do, too,” Miyano chuckled. A hint of concern made him bite his cheek as he began scrubbing Sasaki's back. He worked slowly from the neck down, careful to not hurt Sasaki. As he made his way down to his waist, Miyano asked, “So, how bad does garlic affect you?” 

“Um, I guess it's not really an allergy per se,” Sasaki explained. His eyes remained closed, furrowing his brows, “I guess it's more like a curse-type poison? I can touch it but I can't eat it. As soon as it goes into my body, it acts like poison. Washing my hands was really just a precaution since we both touched it and it's better to be safe.” 

“Woah,” Miyano awed. “‘True’ vampires are amazing.” 

Sasaki snickered. “‘Amazing’, you say.”

“What? You are!” 

“Wait until you hear about what silver daggers do to me.”

Miyano blinked. Now that was new. The legend of a silver dagger stabbing vampires in the heart being the only way to kill a vampire was kind of dumb every time he heard it. It was as old as time and Miyano was certain it was a myth. A silver dagger to the heart could kill anyone, heck, just normal daggers to the heart could kill vampires with enough force behind it. 

“What?” Miyano moved onto Sasaki's shoulders. 

“If I get cut by silver, it cancels out my regeneration, so that part heals like a normal human,” Sasaki laughed a little unhumorously, “Once it’s healed, it’s fine, but that's why it's such an effective tool to kill us. I cut myself once with my grandma's fine silverware. It was as unpleasant as it gets.”

“I've never heard of silver doing that,” Miyano hummed, “I’ve cut myself plenty of times with my mom's silverware and it's never really affected my regeneration.” 

“Lucky.” 

“Maybe,” Miyano chuckled. 

Sasaki laughed along, his shoulders shaking with the movement. Something about the way that bare back shook, putting his lean physique on full display was inviting, tantalizing. 

Like a meal displayed just under a glass display case, Sasaki seemed so appetizing. Again, those instincts of Miyano's were at play. Just to temporarily satiate his hunger, Miyano pecked at Sasaki's neck, watching the hairs stand up at the touch. Sasaki shivered at the touch, turning to shoot a narrow glance over his shoulder. 

“You got a craving or something?” 

“Yeah, actually.”

The initial remark was only meant teasingly. This response, however, was very welcome. 

Back clean, Miyano maneuvered his way around to Sasaki's front side. The view from here was miles nicer than before. While Sasaki’s backside was sexy in itself, his protruding backbone appetizingly arousing, his adventurous eyes were the main treat. Maybe subconsciously, Sasaki traced his lips with his tongue as he stared down at the vampire that slowly got back to work with the bath cloth. 

The pacing was completely different than before. Miyano’s hands moved suggestively along Sasaki’s legs, making sure to stay below the knee. His eyes kept flickering between the damp cloth up to somewhere neither high enough to meet Sasaki’s eyes, nor low enough to admire his thin thighs. 

From the moment they met, Sasaki was in love with those eyes, but the way they narrowed with heat at him, barely concealing a giddy smile, made him fall all over again. He was helpless under that ethereal gaze, so lustful yet playful at the same time. If this was what life had to offer, heaven could never compare. Chapped lips and concealed fangs made Sasaki’s heart beat wickedly, blood pumping south at a speed faster than Miyano’s hands that finally reached his knees. Sasaki had to suck in a breath to remind himself he was still alive, present in his boyfriend’s bathroom as his fingers traced his thighs, scrubbing away the dead skin. 

He wasn’t playing fair. 

Just as Sasaki worried this whole show would go on for longer, Miyano sighed, putting his head down on his knee. His breathing was heavy with his shoulders going up and down noticeably and his nails dug into his own skin. 

Again, Miyano felt he was a slave to his instincts. 

He needed it so bad. His fangs threatened to shoot out on their own accord, something that had never been an issue before. Miyano knew it was a risk– he’d read all about it on Wattpad. 

This could hurt Sasaki. This could ruin everything, but…

“Shuumei-san,” Miyano tested quietly, face still hiding on the elder's knee. 

Breath hitching, Sasaki choked out, “What is it, Yoshikazu?”

“I want…” His lips grazed Sasaki’s thigh, the insatiable new thirst becoming nearly impossible to control. All of his focus, all of his mind went into controlling it. To keep those cursed fangs from leaving even a scratch on his perfect work of art of a partner, Miyano had his tongue poke out just the smallest amount.

“Yes?” Was he even breathing anymore? The buzz that traveled from head to toe made feeling Sasaki’s airways phantom-like, secondary to the ghostly tingling of the boy sitting on his knees between his legs.

“I want to taste you.” 

Was admitting things like this, things that Miyano had fantasized about a million times before, always as easy as breathing, yet as warm as the sun? 

As if to stop himself from going further, Miyano’s lips found the skin of Sasaki’s thighs. He pressed at least a dozen kisses across both inner thighs, stopping just before he could touch the growing arousal in front of him. Sasaki couldn’t handle it anymore, all previous hurdles to control himself being tested by the star of his dreams himself. His hands, which before sat in fists by his side to contest the tempting shivers that coursed through his veins, came down to grab onto those narrow shoulders. 

“Please do.”

No further permission was needed. 

That primitive urge that came from deep within Miyano activated like a switch. He felt like the beast he’d always tried to not be, his lips wrapping around Sasaki’s warm tip. He could taste the drops of precum that had started to pool up. Was he going too fast? He hoped not, but at the same time had no plans to slow his pace again. 

A gasp was pulled from the older one, sultry and void of any modesty he usually composed himself with. The sound felt amazing, like sparks of electricity buzzing between them anywhere they touched. His fangs burned. For a second, Miyano worried that the worst might happen, so he popped off of his boyfriend’s dick suddenly, bringing a hand up to stroke the length in its place. Sasaki groaned, and one look at his flushed face assured Miyano that things were going fine. 

In his deep arousal, Miyano didn’t notice exactly when it happened. One moment, he was focused on stroking his hand up and down his lover’s length while trying to will away his teeth. The next moment, Miyano was almost dizzy from the buzzing in his mouth. He wondered if this was arousal in a new shape, wanting desperately to snap his mouth back where it belonged between the taller one’s legs. As it turned out, it most definitely was. 

He had never been this horny before. Usually, with insatiable hunger came a set of fangs not long after. In this plot twist of nature, Miyano’s tongue swished around his mouth, trying to find any teeth. 

They were all gone, sucked into his gums like they were never there before. It was new, it was frightening, but most of all, it was exciting. Things like this that had never been discovered before were the best parts of dating a man as attractive as Sasaki. Never did Miyano want to learn about these sides of his special abilities as a monster anywhere but with the freak of nature he matched wits with. Not with anyone he’d seen or read about in fiction and reality, not with anyone life would throw at him. This curse of vampirism was the greatest spell he could have asked for. 

His lips were wrapping around his partner’s tip again frighteningly quick. Sasaki moaned, the movement of Miyano sliding down bit by bit only to come back up to the tip for an elongated second during each motion stimulating every desire he’d ever felt. That tongue swirled around boundaryless, teasing his slit in a way that had Sasaki jerking forward to latch onto Miyano’s hair. His neatly trimmed nails grew out into long, weapon-like claws, scratching at Miyano’s scalp so satisfyingly. 

Miyano swore his scalp would be bleeding by the end of this, and it only served to make his own dick throb with desire. 

He felt like he was burning. He was set on fire by the harmful sun suddenly, suffering inescapably. Miyano wanted to cry from how much he was feeling, and how much more he wanted to feel. Every inch of him needed to be wrapped in lightning, in pleasure. Every single one of the hundred billion nerve endings in his body needed to be stimulated, hurt, hugged, prodded– Miyano wouldn’t survive if something didn’t happen. He needed something– a knife, a kiss, a silver stake through the heart– to set himself on the edge of life. 

Resisting was as logical as calling Sasaki’s obscene cries polite. 

Reaching up to Sasaki’s mouth, pushing those panting lips open, Miyano slipped his fingers inside. Sasaki, who was still lost in the sight of the raven-haired man who bobbed his head up and down on his dick while maintaining lewd eye contact, didn’t think twice before snapping his mouth shut and sucking the thin fingers. Unlike the evolved creature before him that managed to swallow down every last inch of Sasaki in his toothless canal, the true beast drooled uncontrollably in time with his feral fangs. He heard the exact moment he cut his beloved’s finger, and it wasn’t by any pained noise he’d heard of. 

It was a moan and a blissed out face like none other. Through his mouthful of Sasaki, Miyano managed to half-coherently mumble, “Do that again.”

Who was Sasaki to argue with the boss? 

“Fuck, Yoshikazu…” Sasaki’s mind was anywhere but the room. His eyes fluttered shut, the fingers in his mouth desperately searching for his fangs again. Resisting the instinct to bite down and tear off anything that moved was like he was swimming in a vat of poison. Somehow, this was exhilarating, pivotal for his excitement. 

He could taste the blood already and this was the worst part. He wanted to lick every drop and hold down his better half so he could suck every last drop from him. He needed this. He needed this. He needed every bit of this. 

And just as suddenly as they had forced themselves into his mouth, the fingers retreated. Sasaki missed them immediately, and would have complained if he didn’t catch himself mid-involuntary whimper. He heard a muffled moan that matched his own, almost like a response. The movement on his dick grew faster, less rhythmed but far sloppier with spit and other fluids. 

Miyano was being so loud. His voice could travel for miles and Sasaki would chase it every meter. The friction was too good, and the rumble of Miyano failing to break the sound barrier against his appendage forced Sasaki’s eyes open, and thanked everything that it did. 

Trying to finish him off almost violently came the sight of his perfect partner with eyes squeezed shut as his lips bounced up and down with lewd smacking sounds. Even more amazingly was the hand that was stretched behind Miyano, fingers disappearing in and out of his hole, pounding fiercely. 

A new demon awoke within Sasaki. Lost in his own pleasure, Miyano didn’t notice when Sasaki’s claws grew another inch, nor when they yanked at his hair in a display of self control so pathetic. Like by nature, Miyano resisted the pull of his locks, sliding down with more force against the dick that throbbed uncontrollably in his mouth. He even had the audacity to smile into it, sliding his tongue flat against the skin for maximum effect. 

Sasaki feared he had no choice anymore. 

Desperately, he yanked Miyano’s head off of himself so hard that he heard a crack come from the shorter one’s back. As with their other activities of the night, Miyano gasped with his mouth parted in a very pleased gesture for just a moment. As it seemed to register that he was no longer attached to his boyfriend at the hip, quite literally, he pouted. Licking his lips, he stared up at the one who was so close to cumming, had he not put a stop to the show. 

“What is it?” Miyano drooled out. 

His breathing was so gorgeous. The way his veins were so clear, throbbing with his heart from his recent adrenaline. His hands were both on Sasaki’s thighs now, pushing them apart. He was ready to pounce at the go-ahead. 

He was so tempting, so delicious-looking. 

This was dangerous. If Sasaki didn’t remove himself from the situation, he would wind up doing something he would regret. 

Miyano, unknowing of the inner turmoil his partner was suffering, continued to ravish him with his eyes. He was eager to get back to it, a part of him bothered that they had to stop. If Sasaki didn’t look like he was about to say something, he would be pounding his fingers back into himself, working his way up to his release. Maybe he would even be able to work himself open for something bigger that was just inside another end of him. 

“I-” Sasaki couldn’t talk. His fangs felt bigger than they ever were before, almost reaching his chin. Miyano’s eyes widened darkly, and he moistened his lips. 

Sweat poured down from Sasaki’s temples. He couldn’t stop panting, couldn’t stop wanting. His teeth were bared like an animal– or most accurately, a monster. He was a freak of nature, a hound that was bound to destroy everything precious in the world. His chest heaved up and down. He couldn’t look at the love of his life anymore. If he saw that blood pumping through his veins again, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. 

That flesh, so fresh and temperamentally pigmented. 

Vampire blood was not meant to be consumed. This shouldn’t have him so hard that he couldn’t think. The fantasy alone that played over and over again as he looked into those deep brown eyes shouldn’t have him so close to bursting over the edge. This was wrong, dangerous, primitive. 

Everything shouldn’t be red. Sasaki absolutely should not be savoring the taste of Miyano’s blood still in his mouth. He should have spit it out instead of swallowing it greedily like he did. 

That flame was lit by mistake. It should have never left the confines of his mind into a semi-reality of blood-soaked fingers. 

This carnal instinct inside him knew what it wanted. It needed Miyano’s flesh and blood. This horny devil that turned up the heat in his mind didn’t know what it was asking of him, the risk it was taking. All Sasaki knew was that he needed to taste Miyano, to ruin and devour him. He didn’t want to hurt him, but this monster was desperate to lose its composure and eat away at him. 

For his safety, Sasaki ran. He had no plan, just to get away. 

If he stuck around, Miyano would be in danger. 

He only made it to the living room when a grip matching the strength of a dozen men latched onto Sasaki’s wrist. He couldn’t shake him off no matter how much he internally screamed at himself to. Miyano’s eyes were blown wide with surprise. He seemed confused, maybe heartbroken again, and certainly desperate. 

“I’m sorry!”

Why was he apologizing? Sasaki was the one who almost did something he couldn’t come back from. 

“I overstepped and-” Miyano’s breath caught in his throat, “- I should have noticed you were uncomfortable sooner! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced this on you-”

“No!” Sasaki shouted. All precautions be damned, his beloved was blaming himself for something he had no control over. He held his hands in his own, shakily, “You haven’t done anything wrong. You could never- I… Nothing you did today was wrong. Everything was perfect!” 

“You ran.” Tears pricked at Miyano’s eyes. 

And god damn it, couldn’t Sasaki do anything right? 

“Not because of you.” And that wasn’t quite right, was it? “Mostly. It isn’t anything you’ve done, this is me. I’m the problem, Yoshikazu.”

“Shuumei-san,” Miyano was standing on his toes to close as much distance as possible, “Whatever is the matter, please tell me. If anything is ever wrong, I want to fix it. I told you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Sasaki confessed. He felt like glass. Everything would be in the open if he wasn’t careful and just as easily as Miyano built his happy tower, it could all tumble down.

“You won’t.”

“If you let me do with you what I want, I will.”

“Shuumei-san, look at me.” And Sasaki obeyed. Miyano’s eyes remained as lustful as they were moments earlier. “I want you to do your worst to me. I want everything you want. If that’s to tear me to bits, please trust that it’s what I want. After all…”

His arms wrapped around Sasaki’s neck and he hoisted himself up to breath against Sasaki’s ear. Sasaki shivered delightfully, but still with an ounce of hesitation. Miyano smiled against the shell of his ear, the warm breath tickling. 

“... I can regenerate.”

“I might have trouble stopping, then.” Sasaki growled. His arms wrapped around the smaller waist of his partner. His hands felt so large against Miyano, and the strength that emerged to pick him up was the most inhumane he’d allowed himself to behave. 

“I can’t wait.” Miyano’s legs wrapped around Sasaki as he was swept off the ground and shoved back. 

The shift was like night and day. The sweetness that always made sure to handle Miyano with care disappeared with the fangs that sunk into Miyano’s neck. The raven-haired one gasped loudly as his back collided with the glass doors of his living room balcony. Sasaki panted and groaned, his fangs growing into Miyano’s flesh. 

The sharp daggers scraped against Miyano’s collarbone, no doubt leaving marks for the rest of his life. His needle-like fangs pulled at the blood for seconds at a time, bringing waves of pleasure to both ends. Sasaki could taste the off coppery fluid flood his mouth. He felt like he was in heaven, like he was drinking from the mythical fountain of youth. 

He never knew he needed this so much until that moment. 

The carnage didn’t stop growing in him. Hesitation was broken, gone without a crumb left behind. He ripped his fangs out of the neck, bits of flesh coming with him. Loud moans filled the air as Miyano threw his head back and slammed it against the glass. Sasaki watched with fascination through half-lidded eyes as the flesh seemed to mend itself like a live work of art. This was his exhibition, his personal painting that finished glazing itself in front of his eyes. He watched dutifully as the wound finished sealing like it had never been there to begin with. 

More marks, Sasaki’s brain seemed to scream. He needed to taste him more, feel every last inch of Miyano. He launched his next attack, digging his fangs into Miyano’s neck with more force than before. Perhaps by accident, he slammed the other’s body against the glass harder than he meant to and the doors swung open. It didn’t seem like he noticed, and if he did, he paid no mind. Sasaki was lost in the flesh of his other half. He tore away and ate at that neck, too far gone for words. Miyano reacted to every bite, every peck, with sounds of his pleasure. 

This was a lot for Miyano to feel or even process. It was stimulating in all the right ways, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed more to be pushed to the edge. He needed to feel like he was dangling off a cliff, face to face with death. Getting his neck devoured was painful and risky and so good, but he needed so much more. The hard-on poking his butt as he got slammed into the balcony railing was like torture. He didn’t need it sending teasing shockwaves against him, he needed it to break him from the inside out. 

Miyano needed to be destroyed and broken from every possible angle. 

“Shuumei-san,” Miyano could barely muster enough strength to lift his arms, much less push Sasaki away. Sasaki seemed to get it, anyway, and despite his earlier claim that he wouldn’t stop, still separated himself from his meal to let him talk. Miyano could barely keep his eyes open. Regenerating was a wonderful tool, but it was a tiring process when abused to this extent. Not that Miyano felt like stopping anytime soon, though. 

“What is it?”

Tears pricked at Miyano’s eyes as he tightened his legs around Sasaki. He panted out, “Please, I need more!”

To leave no room for miscommunication, he made his best effort to grind his ass down on Sasaki’s cock, body aching for that pleasure– and fast, especially with the quickly healing wounds. 

“Please be clear with me, Yoshikazu,” Sasaki grunted lowly, “What is it that you want-”

“Don’t do that!” Miyano snapped. “I’m already stretched, so please-!”

The next feeling to strike Miyano was that of Sasaki’s claws digging into his thighs. He felt weightless as he was lifted effortlessly onto the stone railing of the balcony. It was far from a classy place to become one with his boyfriend, but excitingly enough, the rough texture that scraped against his skin only furthered the stimulation. 

Having his legs spread was like torture. Sasaki was so slow, watching every move carefully. 

He finally lined up his dick, sucking in a few deep breaths as he hyped himself up. All he saw was red. Blood was smeared everywhere like a splatter painting and filled his stomach. Miyano’s chest was painted a dripped red, so appetizing for the older vampire. His dick throbbed, especially when he glanced down at the smaller hard-on also throbbing with lust. 

Miyano whimpered, “Please hurry!”

As if to emphasize his point, he tilted his head to expose his neck. 

Sasaki breathed in. 

At the same time as his tip slid into the smaller one’s opening, Sasaki slowly dug his fangs into the freshly healed flesh. Miyano groaned, and that was the end of Sasaki’s humanity for the night. He shoved the rest of his length in, hearing the sweet sounds of Miyano gasping out of breath. 

Was he surprised that Sasaki let loose? Possibly. Did it feel any less amazing? Absolutely not. 

It was the closest thing to heavenly bliss Miyano had ever experienced. He could feel the small tears in his rectum stitch themselves back together right as Sasaki pulled out to the tip only to thrust back in and rip the muscle all over again. His thrusts started quick without hardly any buildup, joined with the flesh-eating devouring of his shoulder. 

Claws in Miyano’s waist dug into his skin, ripping and tearing away. Long, needle-like fangs bit and ripped off the flesh around his neck, leaving his bones barely unnibbled. Down south, Sasaki thrusted hard and rough, devoted hips leaving nothing untouched for more than a millisecond. Miyano, for the first time in a while, felt full, satiated. He had never experienced this and there was no way he could recreate this by himself. This borderline overstimulation was just right, perfect in every way. He loved how easily he could be manhandled like a ragdoll. He loved how at Sasaki’s mercy he was. 

The faster Sasaki’s hips thrusted, the faster he ate away. He almost didn’t notice how the regeneration started to struggle, forcing himself to ease up on the demolition of the mural of moles. His hips remained quick and ill-rhythmed to make up for it, and a hand wrapped around Miyano’s dripping cock. 

“Shuumei-san,” Miyano panted, “I’m so close– hgh, I can’t do this-!”

The whining and begging made Sasaki feel himself grow again. He violently chomped down on Miyano’s shoulder again, blood splattering everywhere. Miyano whined loudly, his hips making their own effort to move on Sasaki’s dick on their own. 

Sasaki knew that he was close, too, especially with that new movement. His thrusts became less coordinated, his bites starting to miss as he desperately slammed his hips against the stone railing. Miyano’s back arched, whines growing silent despite his open mouth suggesting a cry lost in the bliss. Sasaki knew it was over for him then. 

He came violently, harder than he knew he could. Sounds finally escaped Miyano’s throat as white streaks of cum shot into the air, staining his chest and neck, mixing beautifully with the blood that still dripped down from his healing neck. All of the strength the pair had mustered during their adventurous rave disappeared, expelling their bodies with the ropes of seed that continued to shoot out of them. The liquid mess inside Miyano rendered him weak along with his orgasm and he lost his grip on Sasaki. For a moment, his mind was gone in heavenly bliss, so he failed to notice himself falling back from the railing. 

The arms that had just lost their strength snaked around Miyano’s waist quickly and caught him as Sasaki’s heart leapt to his throat. He was still panting as he pulled Miyano into a tight hug, whispering, “Woah, I got you.”

The level of ecstasy that followed the intensity of everything felt warm and soft, like they were suspended in air. The adoration and comfort in the embrace crowned this moment somewhere close to the top of his favorite memories. 

Who knew being in love could be so…

All energy left him like vapor. Miyano's body felt like jelly and for a moment he wondered if he would ever walk again. His back ached despite the euphoria from earlier that bathed him in pleasure. He groaned, snuggling into Sasaki's arms as his regeneration finally was able to do its job properly. He felt a little silly, like he had just done something so dumb. 

Playing with his regeneration, he sure had become something. 

“Shuumei-san?” 

“Yoshikazu?” 

“My back hurts.” Miyano's eyes remained shut as he let his entire body cling to the older guy. He felt the older gasp lightly. 

“I’m so sorry-”

“Don't apologize.” Pressing a quick peck on his lips, Miyano smiled lopsidedly. His eyes crinkled open with a struggle, moisture from drying tears he hadn't noticed trying to glue them shut. “That was the best thing I've ever experienced. I just need to lay down now.” 

“Ah, right!” 

The ginger looked sheepish, a red hue coloring his face. His eyes glanced at their surroundings like he'd only just noticed where they were. He turned impossibly redder. 

Sasaki wouldn't be alone in that mortification for long. As soon as he noticed Sasaki's embarrassment, Miyano also turned as red as the blood in his veins. Until Sasaki managed to rush them inside, away from any windows, he hid himself in his chest, eyes closed tight. 

What if someone saw? 

What if someone they knew saw? 

He wasn't sure what was worse: the idea that someone saw them having sex on his balcony or that his secret via regeneration may have been revealed. 

What if his landlord saw? 

As soon as Sasaki set him down in his bedroom, Miyano collapsed to the floor. He hid his face between his hands, entire body shielding him from the world. He was so horrified by himself, not just for his actions but for the fact that he didn't regret a second of it. 

In fact, Miyano felt a thrilled chill run down his spine at the sudden memory of the evening’s events.

He was sick. Vile. 

He was getting hard again. 

“Myaa-chan!” Sasaki cried out, kneeling next to him, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

After all that? Miyano almost giggled. 

“We need a bath.” Miyano snickered, “A cold bath.”

Before Sasaki could say anything more, Miyano was already pulling him up from the ground. He chuckled with embarrassment as he dragged him to the bathroom where hopefully they could get clean of their mess. Sparing a glance at his living room carpet, Miyano made a mental note to buy bleach; gallons worth of bleach.

If things possibly escalated again in the tub, the mess might be more manageable this time.