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“It’s okay. I’m sure it’s not even sprained.”
“I’ll stop worrying when I can assess the damage. Now sit still.”
Yuuichirou sighed, but he let Mikaela pull off his left boot. They had gotten separated from the rest of the squad after two Horsemen of the Apocalypse had attacked them. Yuuchirou and the vampire had managed to get rid of one of the monsters easily. But as they were on their way back to their temporary settlement, the human had tripped on some root. Yes, a fucking root. He had just killed a freaking monster and he fell because of a plant. And now Mikaela was worrying about him, which only added salt on his wounded pride.
“Seriously, Mika, you’re like an overprotecting mother.”
“I wouldn’t be if you weren’t so irresponsible,” Mikaela retorted as he set Yuuichirou’s boot on the ground beside them. Next, the vampire rolled the leg of the human’s pants up a bit, before he removed his sock, placing it inside the discarded shoe. “It doesn’t look swollen.”
“See, you didn’t have to worry so much.”
“I will always worry.”
“Mika…” The young man felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks as the vampire cool fingers began probing his ankle gently.
“No pain?”
“N-No…” Yuuchirou replied.
“Good.” Mikaela looked up and smiled at him. The dark-haired boy’s stomach fluttered with butterflies; how he loved his childhood friend’s smiles. In those moments, it was like the Mikaela from the past, the kind-hearted boy Yuuichirou had fallen so hard for, resurfaced.
They gazed at each other for a long time. Mikaela’s fingers were moving along Yuuichirou’s skin, idly massaging his ankle. A breeze rustled the leaves of the trees around them; birds chirped.
“Remember when I sprained my ankle when we were little?” Mikaela asked, his voice low and gentle, as if not to shatter the peace of their surrounding.
“How could I forget?” the young man replied, adopting his friend’s tone. “You made me carry you everywhere.”
“That’s true. And… don’t you remember something else?”
Yuuichirou furrowed his brow, then his cheeks flared up as he recalled that particular episode (“Come on Yuu-chan!” “No, I don’t want to! It’s gross!”). “You made me–”
(“Kiss it better.”) The rest of the sentence was lost as Mikaela’s lips gently touched his ankle. Yuuichirou raised his hand to his mouth to hide his embarrassment.
“It’s not even sprained,” he mumbled.
“This is my thanks for five years ago. Or was it six?”
“We were ten I think.”
“Six years ago then,” Mikaela said with a smile. “Time flies…” he added, his expression turning sad.
“Yeah…”
The vampire’s thumbs were now massaging the sole of Yuuichirou’s foot. The human remained quiet a moment before asking:
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Well, it does,” Yuuichirou admitted. “But I want to know why.”
“I want to do things for you,” the vampire said softly. “Because you’re so important to me. You’re the only person I care about.” He kissed the top of Yuuichirou’s foot. “You’re the only man I’m living for.”
Yuuichirou gasped. He was well aware that his face was most likely as red as Mikaela’s cheeks were right now. He wished he could think of something to say, but nothing came. He could only stare at the blond vampire kneeling in front of him.
Mikaela’s eyes grew worried, as Yuuichirou did not answer. The young man realized he had to say something, lest the vampire interpreted his silence as a rejection.
“A-Aren’t you thirsty?” he blurted out. Mikaela blinked.
“No, I’m okay,” he said slowly.
“It’s been two days since the last time you drank. And you’ve been using a lot of your blood with that sword of yours.”
“Yuu-chan… I don’t–”
“Please?” Yuuichirou asked. “You say I’m the only man you’re living for. So it’s up to me to make sure you take care of yourself.”
Mikaela looked away, his cheeks even more flushed than before. “You’re so selfless…” he muttered.
“Look who’s talking.”
The vampire gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Well then, if you insist…”
He opened his mouth. Yuuichirou felt Mikaela’s cool breath against his ankle, and then his sharp fangs bit down. The young man closed his eyes as pleasure seeped into his veins.
“I love you, Mika,” he murmured. “Life is bland without you.”
Mikaela whimpered softly as he drank, his tongue lapping, no, caressing Yuuichirou’s skin. The vampire was always so gentle, making each bite into a pleasant experience. Once he was done, he lovingly kissed the small punctures his fangs had left on the skin.
“Kissing it better?” Yuuichirou asked, opening his eyes once more.
“Yes, I guess.” Mikaela looked up. His red eyes shone with gratitude. “Thank you, Yuu-chan.”
“You’re more than welcome.”
Yuuichirou put his boot back on as Mikaela stood up.
“The others are looking for us,” the vampire said. Indeed, Yuuichirou could hear the voices of Shinoa and Narumi. “We should get going.”
“Yeah…” The young man got on his feet. “Hey, Mika?”
“Hm?”
On an impulse, Yuuichirou pushed Mikaela against a nearby tree. Before the vampire could say anything, the young man kissed him, pressing the blond against the trunk. Mikaela never tried to resist; he wrapped his arms around Yuuichirou, his fingers gripping the back of his black uniform. The vampire’s lips parted, Yuuichirou’s tongue plunged in. Mikaela’s mouth tasted like blood, but the young man did not care. The two of them remained joined until footsteps came closer. The vampire whined slightly when they moved apart.
“Later,” Yuuichirou promised with a wink. Mikaela blushed.
“You better.”