YnM Fanfiction
"Kyuuketsuki"

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Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Youko Matsushita-sensei.

3-25-2001
Gift Story for 5678 Counter Hitter, Sara. Thank you!

Author's note: 5678 Hit Gift Story for Sara.
Category: Yaoi, and when I say it's yaoi, I don't mean it's shonen ai.
Characters: Muraki x Oriya

In English, the title is "Vampire."

"Kyuuketsuki"
Written by Anonym

"... Wh-" Oriya inhaled in sharply, the breath of air lost when a crushing weight on his chest forced it out of his lungs.

His arms flailed for an instant before his right hand reached under his pillow. As his fingers closed over the hilt of his katana, he felt a biting pain on his neck.

"... Bastard!" His right arm swung. The blade it held gleamed in the moonlight then fell from paralyzed fingers. The pressure on his crotch increased as he felt teeth release, and a wet tongue slowly licked the wound on his neck.

"Sumimasen, Oriya-san..." A finger pressed against his lips and parted them as his assailant's mouth drew a damp trail from his neck, over his jaw and to his mouth.

"Demo," Muraki murmured, "I need you, my friend."

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Steam slowly rose from the cup of tea on the table in front of him. His hands on his knees clenched. It took effort.

"You would feel much better if we had played," On the other side of the table, Muraki slowly sipped his tea. Two instants later, he caught the cup Oriya threw at him. The tea inside spilled out and scalded Muraki's hands. He never flinched. Drained, Oriya collapsed, falling to his side, his breathing, shallow. The patch on his neck began to turn red.

His eyes closed, Oriya barely heard the sound of both tea cups placed back on the table, the slight rustle of clothes as Muraki stood up and the sound of steps coming near him. He opened his eyes just as Muraki kneeled. Oriya winced though didn't he resist when Muraki peeled off the bandage on his neck.

He closed his eyes once again when Muraki licked the wound. He forced himself to relax, waiting for teeth to break his skin. His eyes snapped open when Muraki's hand fondled him.

"Yameru!" Oriya knocked away Muraki's hand and glared up at him. "I don't like guys!"

A lazy amused smile graced Muraki's lips. His eyes glittered. He didn't say anything as he offered his hand to Oriya. Oriya winced when he saw it. Both Muraki's hands were burnt badly.

"Baka..." Oriya stood up on his own power and walked slowly to a small chest, from where he took out a medicine kit. "You should treat those," he said as he handed the kit to Muraki, who took it with a polite nod.

He turned away and froze when Muraki said sibilantly, "Blood is much better medicine."

Oriya's shoulders slumped, and he turned back to Muraki resignedly. Muraki stood up, leaving the medicine on the floor.

"Which one do you want?" Oriya crossed his arms and suggested, "A pliant one would be better. You're still weak."

The corner of Muraki's mouth twitched. "I do not feel like drinking women's blood."

Oriya gritted his teeth. His eyes closed in irritation. "N o m e n i n t h i s h o u s e."

"What about you then?"

His eyes flickered open and looked at Muraki steadily. "... You can drink as much of my blood as you," he murmured.

"As much as I want?"

"Muraki, only a fool would kill his only friend."

Muraki's face gentled. "You're the fool, Oriya, for trusting me."

He stepped close to him, and Oriya forced himself to remain still as Muraki began nuzzling his neck. However, he couldn't keep from trembling when Muraki bit the side of his neck, which had no wound.

Oriya stumbled, falling against Muraki who held him up easily. The suction increased, and Oriya grimaced in pain, growing paler with every second.

He felt his fingers begin to tingle. His feet growing numb. Muraki's arms tightened around him.

When Muraki released him, Oriya pulled away shakily and was shocked badly when Muraki grabbed his arm and guided him towards his futon, where only a hour ago he had been sleeping.

"... N-no," Oriya protested, trying to anchor his feet. He ended up slipping and sliding, falling heavily on his bed when Muraki pushed him down back first.

"No!" Oriya sat up quickly and fell back down just as quick, feeling dizzy from the loss of blood. His panic increased fourfold when Muraki crouched over him, his hand reaching down and searching through Oriya's robes.

Oriya tried to kick him away and only succeeded in lifting his foot a few inches up. He was so weak, and he hated it.

His robes were opened easily, and he gasped when Muraki's fingers closed over and began stroking.

No! No! No words came from his mouth as he struggled to get away. To his horror, he felt himself hardened and could only stare in disbelief when Muraki took him in his mouth.

His hands clenched and pulled at the blankets. His head tilted back, his mouth open and gasping.

***

Muraki parted Oriya's legs and slipped his hand underneath. One finger slid in, testing, then two.

Oriya suddenly groaned sharply and shuddered. Muraki sucked hard, swallowing every drop of semen. When Oriya's penis was limp and soft, he released it and moved upward, his tongue going through fine hair, up across the flat muscled stomach where he paused to explore Oriya's navel.

Oriya didn't move though his eyes watched his every move. When Muraki lifted his body over him, only did Oriya react. His palms slammed against Muraki's chest. "Don't." Oriya's eyes were flat with warning. Muraki could feel him shaking. He stilled when Muraki took one of his hands and lifted it to his mouth. One by one, he licked Oriya's fingers and sucked his forefinger.

Disgusted, Oriya pulled his hand away and struggled anew when Muraki lifted his legs and anchored his ankles over his shoulders. Ignoring Oriya's very weak and feeble attempts to get away, he again inserted his fingers and probed. Oriya inhaled sharply, turning his head away when Muraki's mouth brushed his forehead and down across his face to his neck where he licked drying blood.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered. "I promise."

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When he woke up, he was alone. Oriya was gone.

Muraki massaged his forehead and sat up. A blanket fell from his chest, and he realized that someone had covered him with it.

... Oriya?

There was a soft knock.

"Come."

The door slid open, revealing one of the maids. "Sensei, your bath is ready."

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"Oriya."
"Muraki, shut up and just eat."

Muraki obeyed, picked up his chopsticks and ate his breakfast. It was his favorite. On the other side of the table, Oriya was sipping his tea.

"... You are staying."
Muraki blinked and stared at Oriya with a puzzled expression. Oriya had placed down his cup. His expression was set.

"I must get even," Oriya declared flatly.

Muraki's eyebrow lifted, and Oriya continued, "I don't like to be at the bottom."

Muraki pressed his lips, keeping them from smiling. "I thought you didn't like men, Oriya-san."

Oriya glared at him. "I hate being at a disadvantage even more, especially with you!"

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The days and nights passed, unnoticed. Muraki slowly and steadily healed, getting stronger with each feeding. He was careful, not to take too much from Oriya each time.

Oriya was insistent that Muraki feed only from him.

I don't care what you do outside of Kyoto, but you better be damn well faithful to me while you're here.

Muraki chuckled softly. Oriya had looked so properly indignant when he said that.

Muraki, stop laughing and tell me what to do!

He grinned. It was good that Oriya was a fast learner.

"What's so funny?"

He turned, still smiling, to see Oriya standing behind him. He looked suspicious.

Muraki coughed. "Nothing," he said, his expression, meek.

Oriya clearly didn't believe him, but he let it go. His scowl slowly vanished, and he held up tickets.

"I hope you're well enough for some kabuki."

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No one deserves to be alone.

Author's note:

My first yaoi fic for Yaminomatsuei. Hope you like it, and that it is plausible. Sara-san, I hope especially that it met your expectations.

Sequel is available, but only upon counter hit request.