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When Mika stepped out of his room and into the pitch darkness of the night, Yoichi was the one on watch. The clacking of the door alerted him to Mika's presence. Mika averted his eyes before Yoichi turned in his direction.
"I'm... going to talk to Yuu-chan for a little while," Mika mumbled, heading in the direction of the lone shack. He could see Yoichi nod in his peripheral and found himself incredibly grateful for the high collar of the Demon Army's uniform. Yoichi's bare neck would have been too slender, too tempting, especially with the scent of fresh blood still ringing in Mika's head like an alarm.
He hadn't eaten in weeks.
The accidental slip of a sickle during the morning field work had only caused a thin slash across the back of Mitsuba's hand, but it was enough for his suppressed hunger to break free. Mika had been forced to flee the camp until he calmed down, hours later. He would need to feed eventually, Mika knew it—but how could he, with Yuu in his current condition?
Mika took a deep breath at the threshold, preparing himself, and entered the building. Yuu's head snapped up at the noise. Mika wondered if Yuu ever slept, or if he needed to at all now. He was always a mere instant away from consciousness, stirring at the smallest sounds. As Mika closed the door, he could feel Yuu staring a hole into his back.
A heavy latch hung inside of the room, a primitive yet effective locking mechanism. After a moment of consideration, Mika lifted it into place to bar the door shut. It was the middle of the night and Yoichi knew Mika was visiting, which meant they probably wouldn't be disturbed even if Yuu kicked up a fuss. Still, Mika greatly disliked the idea of being interrupted by one of Yuu's human friends. While they had proven themselves useful and Mika was willing to think of them as his comrades-in-arms, he outright refused to consider them his—or Yuu's—family.
That remained a designation for the two of them alone.
Meeting Yuu's gaze, Mika tried to smile despite the circumstances. "Hi, Yuu-chan. How are you feeling?"
Those hollow green eyes only glared.
Ever since the day that Yuu had made the full transition into demon, he hadn't uttered a single word. The demon inside the sword had told them a little—that this was Yuu's developmental stage. His mind and spirit had been torn apart by the transformation from human to seraph to demon and now, he was slowly trying to put himself back together. With Yuu's memories and personality scattered, all that remained in his body was a displeased and anxious demon.
The very first time Yuu had woken up, he'd lashed out, violently attacking anyone who got close to him without the tiniest sliver of recognition. Mika had been forced to subdue him, before he could hurt any of the friends he so desperately longed to protect. The second time had been even worse. Eventually, they had come to the reluctant decision that Yuu would have to be restrained until he was no longer a threat. Over time, he had become docile enough to cooperate during dinner and other necessary chores, but not enough to be trusted out of his bonds. As much as Mika hated it, it was the only way to keep everyone safe until Yuu's true self returned...
But who knew how long the process would take? Weeks had passed, yet Yuu only gave growls and hisses. He still didn't even remember Mika.
Like this, slumped against the wall, arms stretched out in a T-shape, completely helpless... Yuu looked so pitiful.
But the one who's really pitiful... is me.
Mika walked closer, until he was standing before Yuu. Was he more angered or saddened by the turn of events? Mika didn't know; the two emotions swayed back and forth in equal measure. He couldn't stop thinking about how stupid Yuu had been, and how wretched he felt now.
Finally, his words burst out in a bitter voice, "I can't believe you, Yuu-chan. You turned me into a monster... and then you let yourself become like this? You were supposed to be there for me. That's... that's the only reason that I decided to keep on living." His voice trembled and tears burned in his eyes, but he bit down on his cheek and blinked them away. As he looked down at Yuu's face, Mika couldn't help but think there was a hint of regret there. "I'm starving, Yuu-chan," Mika told him, sinking to his knees. "You promised me that I wouldn't have to take blood from anyone else. You... remember that, right?" It was a stupid question. Mika didn't even think that Yuu knew what he was saying. He didn't even know who he was. Of course he wouldn't remember his promise.
Yuu tilted his head, regarding Mika intensely. His black uniform had been set aside for tomorrow's wash, and in its stead, Yuu wore a printed t-shirt and a worn pair of cargo pants they'd scavenged from the surrounding area. The curve of his neck was completely exposed in it, and it looked absolutely delicious. Mika recalled how it had tasted—how it had felt to drink from him that first time, that salty-sweet red blood filling him, pumping through his body in a way Krul's never had. He slapped a hand over his face and tried to calm his spiked breathing, his roaring instincts.
He shouldn't feed from Yuu when he was like this. He wasn't sure Yuu would even understand what was happening if he did, that Mika didn't intend to hurt him, that he was only hungry...
But... Mika knew Yuu. He would keep his promises no matter what, even if he didn't remember them at the time. If he found out that Mika had let himself starve, or if he wound up attacking a human, Yuu would be angry with him.
Yuu-chan... would want him to do it. He'd encourage Mika if he could, would tell him, "Go on, Mika," with his wrist and throat offered, whichever he wanted. "I know you're hungry." And God, was he.
Mika was salivating. He slowly swallowed and raised his eyes to Yuu's. "Yuu-chan... I'm going to drink your blood." Now that he'd said it out loud, his resolve was reinforced. The decision was final. There would be no turning back from it, not with his heart hammering against his ribs.
Mika swung his legs over Yuu's body, straddling his hips. Once Mika's weight settled on him, Yuu let out a growl and began to struggle, kicking his legs. "Yuu-chan, stop it!" Mika grabbed his chin, fingers digging in under his jaw. The pain was enough to make Yuu falter and give Mika an angry look. Something that vaguely sounded like garbled speech poured from his mouth in an uneven stream.
"I'm just going to bite you... It won't really hurt. I promise." Mika cringed at the words. While Yuu had told him that having his blood drunk had felt good, Mika knew just how unpleasant it could be. Yuu's voice stopped and he frowned. Whatever Mika did must have calmed his fit for the moment.
Grip loosening, Mika's attention fell back onto Yuu's lovely throat. It had already been a month since the first bite. Yuu had healed up well, but Mika swore he could make out exactly where the two punctures had been. Just from the sight, he was already panting, aching with anticipation. His arms circled around Yuu's torso and cradled him in a way Mika hoped would soothe away the coming discomfort.
The tips of his fangs scratched at Yuu's neck. Mika inhaled hard through his nose as he felt Yuu's heartbeat quicken against his chest. Mika's head was spinning with excitement, with need... need that he couldn't resist any longer.
He bit down, piercing the skin and further, into the vein. Yuu rose against him, hissing and shifting, trying to get Mika off of him. But Mika couldn't let Yuu go now. His blood was rushing into his throat, slicking his tongue with its warmth, and somehow—somehow Yuu tasted even better than last time. Clamping one of his hands hard over Yuu's mouth, Mika adjusted his position to pin down Yuu's squirming body with most of his weight. His lips didn't leave their spot at Yuu's throat even through all of Yuu's thrashing, riding out the movements like a wave.
Yuu released another hiss, muffled against his palm, but eventually, he stopped trying to push him away. Once Yuu grew still, Mika's hand slid from his mouth to the back of his head, tangling in the short black hair. With a sigh of relief and pleasure, Mika continued to suck at the puncture, keeping careful track of how much he was draining Yuu. Even as a demon, Yuu's body would have its limits, and Mika would prefer not to learn them just yet.
A soft noise of contentment came, but not from Mika; it had rumbled up Yuu's throat as he laid there, body lax against the wall, chest heaving. Yuu was finally enjoying it. The knowledge spurred Mika on, though he was well aware he would have to stop soon. I'll have a little more, Yuu-chan... Just a little more. No, he shouldn't. He was going to take too much, but it tasted so good... how could he resist? It seemed like an insurmountable task as Mika tried his best to pull away. He only managed to do it with his lower half, scooting his hips backward over Yuu's lap.
Huh?
Something hard was pressing the inside of his thigh. Mika's mouth fell away from Yuu's neck in startled distraction, the sensation too strange to ignore. He withdrew further, breath stopping when he found the source.
A bulge in Yuu-chan's pants.
Mika had satisfied his hunger, yet another too-similar feeling was rising up in its place. He threw a glance at Yuu and felt it spike even higher. Yuu was watching him closely, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted with quick breaths. Almost seductively, Yuu's tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip. Adrenaline coursing so strongly in his veins, Mika couldn't resist the urge to do the same.
He dove in for Yuu's mouth, rough and clumsy, licking at his lips. The only person he'd ever really kissed had been Krul, but it had never felt like this, entrenched in excitement and desire. Yuu didn't bite like Mika worried he might, instead he cooed and leaned into his touch. It reassured Mika that Yuu didn't seem to know how to kiss back. Maybe he was his first.
Mika's hand trailed across Yuu's hip, then settled at the top of his thigh, just to the right of his straining erection. It would be a lie if he said he'd never considered doing this with Yuu-chan before, but it had never been more than a fleeting dream (and he certainly hadn't imagined it like this). His fingers were bare millimeters away from Yuu's cock before Mika froze. What was he doing? He didn't even have Yuu-chan's permission, so why was he—
With a huff, Yuu shifted his hips, pushing his erection into Mika's hand. Mika's thoughts fell into static right away. When the noise finally cleared, all Mika could hear was his own selfish desires. This is right, they insisted. Yuu-chan wants this. And God, Mika wanted give it to him, so much that he didn't dare wonder what he would do if Yuu-chan rejected him.
He was trembling when he hooked his fingers into Yuu's waistband and tugged his pants down to his knees. Yuu's cock sprang free, standing proud and stiff. Mika sucked in a breath as he looked at it, unable to quell the gratification of being able to provoke such a reaction from him. Yuu grunted quietly and tugged at his bonds, as though urging Mika to quit ogling and go for it. Mika suppressed a smile. Yuu-chan was always so impatient...
"Don't worry, Yuu-chan," he said, voice raspy and low. "I'll give you what you want."
Slowly, as if handling something incredibly delicate, Mika reached for Yuu's cock. It was so warm against his cold skin, and the way Yuu's breath changed gave Mika a rush. He stroked down the length of a vein, then followed it back up to the tip, tracing the ridge of the crown. Mika drank in Yuu's reactions as eagerly as he had his blood—the slight gasp as he squeezed at the base of his cock, how his eyelashes fluttered as he brushed his thumb over the tip, the gargled moan and bucking hips when Mika finally held his length firm in his fist.
He let Yuu move at first, let him strain against the wall and thrust into the circle of his fingers. Yuu's face was pleading as he writhed, a high-pitched growl at the tip of his tongue. Mika had never been good at saying no to Yuu when he gave him that look. He started to tug at Yuu's cock, rubbing the sensitive flesh with enthusiasm. Yuu turned his head to the side, panting, his hips still rolling vigorously. Seeing him like this gave Mika a feeling he hadn't had in years, not since he had been human—heat and urgency coiling in the pit of his stomach, drifting lower.
He was hard.
Mika heard that vampires rarely had any interests outside of their lust for blood, but there was no denying the tightness in his pants. Maybe it was the mix of it all, the lingering excitement after drinking Yuu's wonderful blood, how Yuu had always been the only thing for him, and having him like this, so close to falling apart for him. A strange thrill filled Mika at the idea that only Yuu could get him so aroused he was actually erect.
Mika shifted his legs, pressing his groin to Yuu's thigh. "Yuu-chan," he moaned, grinding hard. "Look what you've done to me." To his amazement, Yuu did look. As if he could understand Mika's words—or maybe, he was just as shocked as Mika about finding a stiff cock bumping his leg.
Gripping Yuu's cock tighter in his hand, Mika leaned forward to kiss him hard. Yuu seemed to be learning quickly, pushing back against his lips, licking and nipping at Mika's lips with his teeth. A shiver crawled down Mika's back as Yuu breathed more of those incomprehensible words into his mouth. Mika couldn't understand what he was saying, but he couldn't be mistaken about the heated tone he used.
Mika pulled at Yuu's length faster, gliding his fingers over the head, making Yuu twist. Every intense movement of Yuu's body made Mika's head spin twice over—first from the knowledge that Yuu was enjoying himself so much, then from the friction it generated against his erection. It didn't take much longer before a quiet sob escaped Yuu's throat (Mika was sure Yuu would have made a noise just like it if he'd done this earlier, before he let Yuu be an idiot again and ruin everything). Just like that, Mika could feel Yuu's muscles tensing hard underneath him. His eyes squeezed shut and Yuu gasped, "M...Mik..."
Mika's heart stopped. His hand froze in the middle of its work, so Yuu took care of himself, jerking his hips upward and finding his end with a broken sigh. The warm drip of semen down his fingers sent Mika back into the present. "Y-Yuu-chan!" Mika tried to keep his voice hushed; the mixture of excitement and urgency in his voice came through anyway. Scanning Yuu's face, Mika searched for a trace of recognition—for anything at all. "What did you just say?"
Yuu was still panting, looking past him. Mika tilted Yuu's head back, until those eyes locked onto him. They only showed bemusement.
"Yuu-chan..." Mika couldn't believe it to only be wishful thinking. "You were... saying my name, weren't you?" And the stimulus had been... He stole a glance down at Yuu's waning erection, his seed against the light tanned skin of his flat stomach.
Had Yuu's current self been overwhelmed enough for some other part of him to surface? Or maybe it was the intense physical exchange that stirred some of Yuu's memories of him? There was the possibility that Mika was simply reading too much into it, that among all of Yuu's jibberish he would eventually blurt something that sounded like Mika's name. But the way he'd said it had been so much like his usual self. Yuu had realized it was him for a moment, had spoken to him.
And Mika could prove it. All he had to do... was give Yuu more of the same. If it happened again, it couldn't just be a fluke. And maybe, he'd be able to recall more than Mika's name. If he did something more intense, something more intimate between them... would that be enough to stimulate the parts of Yuu that were buried inside?
If there was any chance at all, Mika knew he had to take it. He couldn't stand how Yuu looked at him now, like he was simply the person who brought him food and water, helped change his clothes, and nothing more. If he didn't have Yuu-chan... Mika didn't have anything at all. It was funny. He'd been able to stand it for four whole years, with only the barest of information that Yuu was still out there, alive. But once he had caught sight of him, Mika's brain had overloaded. He needed Yuu, needed him with him. It was stronger than the desire for blood, or even to live at all.
Even knowing the gravity of what he was about to do, the initial sense of guilt had all but faded. It was Yuu's fault for not listening to him, Mika told himself as he tugged Yuu's pants off his legs. Yuu-chan would understand why he did it. That it was a necessary sacrifice.
Sacrifice, he called it. Like Mika didn't want to do it anyway, like he didn't feel that jolt in his gut when he spread apart Yuu's thighs and settled between them. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It might... be uncomfortable at first." He coated his fingers with a heavy helping of saliva. Crude, but it would have to do.
Yuu stared at him with the same blank wariness that he'd had at the beginning. His eyebrows furrowed at the pressure of Mika's fingers against his asshole, and when they pushed harder to slide into that tight ring, his nostrils flared. Mika could see in his face that Yuu was going to let out a shriek. He smothered the noise with his palm, before Yuu could make a sound loud enough to attract anyone. "Shh, Yuu-chan!" he pleaded.
Yuu didn't seem to hear him. He kicked wildly and, when that didn't work, tried to push his back flat against the wall. Mika was there first, knocking his knees against the wall underneath Yuu's ass to prop him up, keeping him open and exposed. Every avenue of escape cut off from him, Yuu fixed Mika with a hot glare, his breath coming in harsh and heavy through his nose. The sheer anger in his eyes was enough to make Mika waver, but only for a moment.
Mika leaned forward and rested his chin on Yuu's shoulder. "It's okay, Yuu-chan," he said. He was hoping that, if nothing else, the sincerity in his voice would be conveyed to him. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm... trying to help you. If you..." He stopped himself and pulled back slightly, loosening his grip on Yuu's mouth, but not withdrawing it. "It will be easier if you just let me do it."
Yuu's frustrated expression didn't fade. He turned his head to the side and growled, but Mika would take the concession as a victory for now. He used it to the fullest, and his fingers returned to their work, stretching and probing inside Yuu's hole as cautiously as he could. Yuu was still so tense, and when he added a third finger, a grunt of pain vibrated against Mika's hand. Carefully, Mika squeezed it all the way inside and wiggled the tips slightly. That got a twitch out of Yuu's body—whether it stung or surprised him, Mika couldn't be sure.
He worked Yuu's ass open wider, the light movements easing Yuu's muscles enough for Mika to thrust his fingers in and out. A few more moments, and Mika deemed it sufficient. Ideally, he would have liked spending a longer time to prepare Yuu, but in this state, it was only a matter of time before his next outburst. It would be better to begin while he was still being cooperative.
I hope this works. Mika dragged down the zipper to his pants, and pulled out his cock. Looking at it now surprised him, flushed a dark red, and so unbelievably hard when Mika brushed against it. He shook with a gasp at the wonderful pulse that went through him at the touch. And so sensitive. I'm... doing this for Yuu-chan, Mika insisted against the growing ache, the greedy thought of how delightful it would be to have that tight hole take hold of him. He rubbed his cock into the remnants of Yuu's release on his stomach and spit into his palm, spreading the mixture onto his length with a sigh.
"I'm going in. Just try to relax." At the words, Yuu turned back toward him. His gaze was almost accusing. Mika's heart was a knot in his chest. "It'll be okay." He told Yuu gently, and buried his face into his shoulder. "I'd never hurt you, Yuu-chan... You know that." He didn't dare look up to see Yuu's reaction, to have it confirmed that Yuu truly didn't have any certainty of that, or trust in him at all.
Mika closed his eyes, shifting. It shamed him to know how excited he was despite it all, how much he wanted to share this with Yuu, to stake his claim in him even when Yuu couldn't wrap his head around the significance of it. Mika pushed the thought into a corner of his mind, and inched forward.
Yuu let out a pitiful whimper, but Mika could hardly hear it over his pulse pounding in his ears. That small ring of muscle held firm against him at first, then slowly gave way, allowing Mika's cock entrance with begrudging acceptance. Yuu seemed to give him the same. He blew a long, suffering sigh into Mika's fingers and set his jaw. Mika continued pressing inside of his body, relishing—trying not to relish—the suffocating heat as Yuu fully enveloped his cock.
Mika's lingering concerns fell away at the experience—or maybe he just let them. After all, it didn't matter if he was really doing it for Yuu-chan's sake or for his own enjoyment. Mika was inside him. Right now, he and Yuu were so close, so intwined that it sent shivers up Mika's spine. Closer than Mika had ever been with anyone. Than Yuu had undoubtedly ever been. A relationship that surpassed even that of family, one that Yuu's insufferable friends could never achieve (because he was still the closest person to Yuu despite their years apart, but most importantly because Mika would never let them).
"Yuu-chan," he moaned, unable to help himself. His hips ached to move forward, and after a moment of letting Yuu's body adjust, Mika could no longer resist that urge. He thrust into him, pulling out just as quickly. Too fast a pace for Yuu to handle—but he's a demon now, a part of Mika whispered, like it was what Yuu-chan deserved. He can take it. Either way, Mika was drawn into the cascade of sensation. Yuu's incredible warmth wrapped around him, the feeling of his hot breath on his hand, both of their bodies trembling against each other (Mika could only hope it was mutual excitement). His mind went blank as he ground their hips together. Mika couldn't stifled his high-pitched groan, no matter how hard he bit at the inside of his lips.
The next time he moved, something special happened, something that made Yuu purr. Mika pressed even deeper into him, and Yuu did it again, lower; his body responded to the stimulus he'd been given and tensed. It was almost painful in how good it felt when Yuu's muscles gripped his cock, so good that Mika couldn't stop from squeaking into Yuu's neck. Whatever he had done had further relaxed Yuu's body, and Mika took advantage of it. He thrust faster, harder, all but slamming their hips together. Yuu's mouth was lax under his hand, so Mika finally pulled it away and clutched at both of Yuu's thighs with bruising fingers.
He could see Yuu's face now, the resignation there mixed with reluctant pleasure, his cheeks tinted pink. "I'll make you feel good, Yuu-chan," Mika said, not sure whether he really meant it, or if the fantasy of it had enraptured him. One hand found Yuu's cock, squeezing and stroking it back into hardness, even as Yuu's lips formed a grimace. The touch made Yuu's body seize up, made Mika drive his cock relentlessly into that tight, tight passage, his orgasm so close he couldn't tell it was upon him until it was.
"Yuu-chan," Mika cried out. His free arm wrapped around Yuu's shoulder, catching him in a strong embrace as he sobbed with actual tears. He came, body shivering from the strength of it, cock still deeply entrenched in Yuu's core. "Yuu-chan...!"
As if in reply, those green eyes sharpened, just barely. If Mika had not been so focused on his face as it happened, he wouldn't have even known what had changed. Yuu's hips wiggled, restlessly, but this time he had no where to go. Mika gave him what he wanted. His hand moved over Yuu's cock with more familiarity this time, knowing just what to do to make Yuu lean his head back against the wall. His stomach muscles began to quiver as Mika jerked him off, until Yuu went completely still.
"M... Mika..." Yuu rumbled, looking straight at him this time. His cock throbbed in Mika's hand and spilled out its contents onto his shirt. Mika hardly noticed. He was still reeling from everything he'd done, and yet, even that ripple of events was shoved to the side at the sound of Yuu's voice.
"Yes...! That's right, Yuu-chan! It's me!" Mika hugged him to his chest as best he could. With this... there was a small sliver of hope. He drew back, studying Yuu's face. "Do you... remember me?"
The brief clarity had faded from Yuu's eyes, and he stared with unsureness once again. Eventually, his mouth opened. Mika prepared himself for the coming incoherent babble, trying not to get his hopes up and fighting the preemptive disappointment.
"...Mi...ka," Yuu said. As if uttering a word in a foreign language he had never before spoken—yet he had said it all the same. Mika fought the tears of relief, but a few fell regardless. Yuu, who had never shown the barest glimmer of remembrance in the past month, had spoken his name beyond any mere fluke.
Mika wiped his eyes and gave Yuu a smile. "Yeah. It's me... Mika. Your family."
Yuu tilted his head, quirking an eyebrow in question, but Mika no longer had any doubts. With one tender kiss to the corner of Yuu's mouth, Mika began to clean the mess they'd made. A sense of calmness filled him as he performed the chores. Using a few of the tissues and rags they'd acquired for Yuu's use, Mika wiped down Yuu's body, paying special attention to the semen dripping from his ass onto the floor. Once he was finished with that, he pulled Yuu's pants back up over his hips.
Next on the list was himself. Yuu's come would leave a stain on the front of Mika's shirt if he left it, so he blotted at it with a washrag. If Yoichi noticed the splotches, he could always feign spilling water while giving Yuu something to drink.
At that thought, Mika glanced at Yuu's lips. They were rough and dry, and Yuu ran his tongue over both to wet them. Mika nearly kicked himself when he thought about it. Yuu was a prisoner here. He couldn't have a bite to eat or a sip of water if one of them didn't allow it, and Mika had forgotten to even offer. "Were you thirsty, Yuu-chan...? I should have noticed before now." There still remained a few cups of water at the bottom of the morning's water pail, gathered from the nearby streams. Mika scooped a full ladle into Yuu's cup and nestled at his side.
"Here you are." Mika slowly pressed it to Yuu's lips and tilted it downward, until the water ran into Yuu's mouth. If Mika didn't know better, he would say that Yuu looked grateful for the courtesy as he eagerly gulped down half of the cup. Then Yuu jerked his head to the side, making the water splash against his chest before Mika could move the cup away.
Another slurry of indecipherable words came in Yuu's voice, and then, "Mika." He pronounced it less disjointed than earlier, like he'd been practicing in his head. It was all the encouragement Mika needed.
"I hope... you won't be angry with me," he muttered. "I've realized this is all I can do for you now." Mika traced a line from the corner of Yuu's slender jaw to his chin. Even if he wasn't speaking to Yuu now, one day, he would be whole again and remember his words. "I know that you'll forgive me, so..."
The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a warped smile. Mika stood and walked to the door. He lifted the large wooden bolt from its place, unlocking the shed, and turned to Yuu.
I'll get you out of those chains before long, Mika thought. If he could put Yuu back together even an instant faster, could have Yuu by his side one second sooner... he would do anything. Whatever shame or guilt Mika felt was heavily outweighed by his determination. "I'll come again, Yuu-chan," he promised, with one last glance over his shoulder as he went.
Tomorrow night, and every night henceforth.
As long as it took.