In Life And Death (Private 18+, Shisu-Chan00 and Alichino)

[Alichino]

It hurt. Shiro woke up from a mere second of unconsciousness with only that thought in his head. It hurt. That could only mean one thing... He was still alive.... sort of. He opened his rare coloured eyes and let them adjust to the artificial light of the night before he tried to comprehend exactly where he was. He was lying on the ground, he knew that much even before he opened his eyes. Since his body was in some incredible pain, he must’ve just survived a dangerous fall. From what he could tell, he hadn’t moved since he lost consciousness. He recognized the street he was on and... as he glanced a little behind him, he could see of the tall buildings of New York he must’ve just fallen from. One thing he also noticed as he glanced back was that his neck hurt like hell.

 

His body must’ve been numb while he had been lying there, but now his feeling started to return to it. It didn’t take him too long before he could locate where exactly it hurt the most. The neck was one thing... but his arm. That did not feel good. Shiro took a deep breath before he started to move his sore body. He was sure he would’ve damaged his legs in some way, but... Surprisingly they seemed fine. He used them for support as he tried to raise his upper body and get into a sitting position, his other arm seemed to be in a good state too so he further helped with that. It took him a moment’s struggle before he finally rose from where he had been laying.

 

Now that he was up from the street, he took his time to check what the damage actually was. His arm was rendered completely immobilized due to a broken bone and the fact that his shoulder was dislocated. Blood was running down from it, dripping down beneath the sleeve of his white kimono and landing on the ground with a small sound. Shiro gritted his teeth in irritation over the injury. It hadn’t healed as well as he would like to. Granted he probably had a lot of other injuries that needed some more urgent attention than his dislocated shoulder, but... Going around the streets, bleeding like this wasn’t really something he looked forward to.

 

Shiro knew he probably shouldn’t complain. He should consider himself lucky that he managed to survive a fall like that, but... He didn’t feel very lucky. The only way he could’ve survived that was if he wasn’t a human, but a creature who fed on humans. For him to be able to fall from a tall building and still be able to walk away from it would only be possible if he took someone else’s life. He was nothing more than a mere demon. A vampire.

 

His whole appearance screamed of it. He was too beautiful to be able to call himself mortal. His tall, slender figure. His blue coloured eyes which were stained with purple... and his long, pure white hair.. All of it created in order to lure a human into his fangs. Not even his three long scars on one side of his face was enough to keep a human away from his beauty. However... depending on how weak he was, those powers faltered. He doubted that with an injury like this, he would be able to lure anyone in. However, that was the fastest way to heal himself.

 

Suddenly, Shiro felt something. His purple-blue eyes looked to his left as he concentrated on that feeling... He was being watched. Something was lurking in the shadows beside him and even though Shiro couldn’t see the figure, he knew who it was. He would recognize that presence anywhere. He gave away a nonchalant snort before turning away from him and started walking in the opposite direction. He didn’t want to show how weak he was in front of that person. He didn’t want to give him a reason to further push him down. He had to get away from him as quickly as possible.

 

Shiro quickened his pace everytime he rounded a corner in a way to throw the other off his scent. However, these dark and lonely streets weren’t doing him any favours. He needed to come up with a different strategy. Without thinking too much about the consequences he headed towards the busier streets. He tried his best to ignore his injuries which was aching more and more with each step he took. The scent of blood was becoming stronger and stronger the closer he got to those crowded streets. Together with his broken arm, he knew he would be more sensitive towards that scent, more desperate for it, but he didn’t care at the moment. The only thing that would threw off the one following him, was exactly that scent. Therefore Shiro kept on going.

 

However, he didn’t make it the whole way. He didn’t really pay that much attention to his surroundings since he was too busy keeping track of the demon behind him. He didn’t notice the human until he bumped into him. His shoulder cracked, further proving how damaged it was and Shiro grabbed it as a reflex in an attempt to keep it together. The scent of blood hit him at that moment as his unusual coloured eyes gazed upon the human who stood before him.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Today was the day or rather night, Akira quickly rounded the corner his patients chart in hand as he reached the nurses desk. He sat it down and looked around for Doctor Yui who was his supervisor. She was an amazing doctor and today he was being let in on a little surgery, a chance to scrub in didn’t come very often in this hospital. The patient had apparently lost a lot of blood and had multiple stab wounds in his abdomen and thighs. It would be a miracle if they could replenish the blood and sew up the wounds without realizing an artery was pierced. He was excited to say the least but for some reason he couldn’t find his supervisor.

 

It was a little strange that no one was really around. Realization dawned on him and he ran to the operating room groaning lowly as he realized the doors were closed. The stairs that were beside it led up to the balcony where students like him could watch and take notes. He climbed them and peered into the glass window seeing another nurse taking up the scrubbing position he wanted. He was pissed off and left the room almost immediately. He walked back to the nurses station, “Why am I not in there with her? She promised this was mine.” He said grabbing the chart he had had earlier.

 

One of the other nurses peered over to him and sighed lightly, “Listen Aki, she said that you were with an important patient and that he needed an advanced surgery right away. She paged nurse Gio instead and told me to tell you to finish your rounds then you can go home.”

 

He shook his head and sighed, “Okay…next time then…” He nodded and smiled that smile he wore and waved at her. “Thanks. Have a good night.” It was already close to 11 pm and he was getting tired. He almost always home by 6 pm and with plenty of time to curl up on the couch and have a really nice bingeathon. Once he was out of eyesight of the nurses station he stopped walking, running a hand through his dark black locks and closing his eyes. It wasn’t fair, to be stuck like this in an endless loop of nursing school. He wanted to be a doctor, wanted so badly to help others and he wasn’t getting to do it like this.

 

His hazel eyes snapped open and he went to the locker rooms, changing out of the scrubs he was wearing and into his street clothes. It was probably just exhaustion talking, he never got upset about much. Only frustrated he couldn’t succeed better than most. It wasn’t their fault that he was busy it was his own for not being able to finish a patients rounds fast enough.

 

He was tired, so as he put on his jeans and the t-shirt he had put on this morning it was like a call to his bed. He grabbed the jacket out from his locker and put it on before putting his personal items into his pockets. Then he quickly left the room heading out into the cool night. New York City was a lonely place at night and although the streets were overly busy the nightlife wasn’t one he wanted to be apart of. He would much rather be in bed with his cat than being here in the streets where sin ran rampant.

 

He wanted off these busy streets but instead he wasn’t able to. He just stuck to the less busy areas, cutting through alleys here and there to head home. His apartment was only a few blocks from the hospital but tonight it seemed overly busy with people. Rushing, even at night, to get where they needed to be. Just like during the day the buildings that loomed over their heads were like silent omens telling them that their working lives would resume tomorrow.

 

This of course didn’t bother him. He would be back to work at his normal time tomorrow and wouldn’t have to be out so late if he didn’t get kept overtime. Akira was in his own thoughts as he rounded the street feeling a rather hard bump into him. This pulled him out of his thoughts and he moved his hands out to grab whoever had bumped into him to stable them. His green eyes flashed up to say he was sorry but the words caught in his voice as the face of a rather beautiful man stared back at him.

 

After standing like that for what seemed like a few minutes he shook his head and looked away, “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there.” His eyes roamed down the other only to find blood and instantly his nursing mind went into affect. He took a step forward, “Holy shit are you okay? You’re hurt! Let me help you, I’m a nurse I can take you to the hospital its just up the street.” His eyes flicked up to the man, worry and concern in his own as he practically begged to help this guy. “It looks bad, what happened to you?” he asked wanting to know what it was he was dealing with before he started to get into it.

 

Nurses sometimes got stuck with mafia and gangs if they weren’t careful with who they helped. It wasn’t strange for a nurse to take in people off the streets to help them out but most times they were stuck with them whenever they got hurt, meaning their own personal doctor. Being a gang they often got hurt more than they stayed healed so this nurse would have to quit their job and work for them. Never a good sign here and more often than not the nurse would wind up murdered because of some argument. He did not want to turn up that way but this guy didn’t look like he belonged in New York at all. His long dress robes were screaming of the country and he looked like something from a Japanese culture. Here in America the outfit was really strange and odd but he figured he wasn’t going to kill him because he was a gang boss. Or so he hoped.

[Alichino]

Shiro was surprised that the human he had just bumped into suddenly grabbed him, but he didn’t do anything to stop him. He probably should have since in his current state a simple grab could be really painful for him. He was sure the human was going to apologize for the sudden collision, but he stopped himself even before the words could come out of him. He was staring, most likely taken back by the demon beauty before him. Shiro wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the feeling where every human he met would stare at him like that. Was he really that beautiful or was it just something that was made up in the human’s head by his powers? Shiro couldn’t tell and he hadn’t really had much of a conversation with a human to ask them.

 

Just as Shiro was starting to get worried about the human since he had been staring at him for quite some time, he finally regained his composure and finally apologized for bumping into him. Although, wasn’t it Shiro who bumped into him? Either way the apology was welcomed... the concern however was not. Once the other took a step forward, Shiro followed by taking a step backwards and tried to hide the injury from the human. He wasn’t really sure why, but something inside of him told him that he didn’t need a human’s concern... However, there was something else he needed from him.

 

Any other vampire would probably just ignore the human’s words, sink their teeth into him to drain him on blood and be done with it. Then throw the remains away like yesterday’s garbage, but not Shiro. No... He was done leaving corpses everywhere he went and he wasn’t interested in seeing a young hopeful man such as this end up forgotten in a dark ally. Still, he couldn’t deny the fact that he needed something to treat his wounds with.

 

The human had been voicing his concern and Shiro had indeed listened to it. However, by the mentioning of his occupation, the ancient vampire couldn’t help but to wonder how he could say that without hesitation. Wasn’t he striving to be something more than just a nurse? Yet here he was telling a stranger what he did and he didn’t even seemed embarrassed by it.

 

“You can say that wholeheartedly..”

 

Shiro mumbled, just to get that thought out of his system. It probably wasn’t the most important thing to hung up on, but it just seemed a bit weird to the white haired demon. However, with that out of his system he finally could concentrate on what else the human had said to him and now he was able to take in everything of it. The fact that the human seemed to want to help him and the fact that he wanted to take him to the hospital...

 

Shiro thought about it. Going to the hospital at this late hour, being alone with this man and having a lot of supplies at his disposal... That was exactly the problem. Shiro hadn’t been going to a hospital ever since he became a vampire, however there was a good reason for that. He had heard such a place could make a vampire go insane. The air was filled with fresh blood and you couldn’t escape it. Closed rooms where nothing but you and that smell.. There was no telling what could happen if Shiro experienced it. No... No hospital. However, the thought of being alone with this human wasn’t too terrible. Besides he knew that it would annoy the demon following him and he was all for that.

 

“If you want to take care of me that badly... I suggest doing so at your home. I don’t work well in hospitals.”

 

Shiro said, speaking softly with a voice that melted like butter with every word he said. He hoped his weakened state would be enough to convince the other to treat him at his home instead of taking him into the hospital.

[Shisu-Chan00]

It was so strange, the man before him didn't seem to want the help and Akira noticed how he stepped away from him as if he was burnnig his skin. He looked up to him a little confused by the gesture and then they were silent. It seemed like it passed for a long moment between them but then the white haired man talked. His voice was almost better than his appearance, slicing through the odd feeling Akira had like a knife. It was like all of his worries washed away and he didn't mind being with him in a dark alley with this guys blood on his hands. It did seem however, that he was making fun of the fact he was a nurse and that slightly upset him. Everyone needed to start somewhere after all.

 

He didn't have a chance to make a comment about it because it seemed like the guy was thinking about the trip to the hospital. Of course it was a little frustrating that the man didn't want to go to a hospital but something inside of him just found it better to agree with the white haired man. "Alright. Well...it's not far from here." he pulled off his jacket and handed it to the man. "Use this to hide the wound, we have to walk into traffic. It's just another block from here." He waved a hand and turned peering out of the alley way making sure no one was coming by or paying attention to them. Of course, the nightlife was bustling and no one was caring if he was doing anything fishy.

 

When the coast was clear he walked back and helped the stranger into the streets. Letting it push them to a small apartment complex on the side of town. It was a brown brick building with a sort of old architecture type. The front doors he walked up to were a beautiful maroon color with gold trims. He unlocked it and held it open for the stranger to fall into the room before moving to the elevator. He pushed the guy in and then pressed '6' before the doors closed, locking them in a rather small space together. Akira could't help but look over at him. Everything about him in the light screamed something more than just a normal human.

 

Something about this guy was different but he didn't know what. "My name is Akira. By the way, I guess I should tell you who is gonna be working on you." He chuckled lightly and looked away from that beautiful form back to the buttons on the elevator that were telling them they were two floors down.

 

With a loud ding the doors opened and he stepped out, walking down to the end of the hall to his room, unlocking it. He held it open and motioned for the man to go inside, "This is my apartment. Make yourself at home I guess but it's a little messy. The hospital has me doing long shifts recently. So just excuse the mess." He smiled a little and entered his home.

 

It of course wasn't super messy it was just clean clothes left unfolded in a laundry basket or dishes that needed to be put back up. His files and paperwork sprawled out all over the coffee table in his living room and coffee mugs everywhere. The guy apparently needing his joe to keep him out of the snatches of sleep. There was a little opening where he took his shoes off and his wallet, keys, and phone found their way into a small little bowl by the door. He had to get things set up to treat this guy, it looked bad enough as it was.

 

He wanted to get the full story, find out what happened to him that got him so messed up. Just from the looks of it there looked like a shoulder was out of place and a broken bone that was apparently puncturing the skin causing the blood to fall down the strangers side. It was hard not to see the blood cause his hair was pure white and his skin was flawless too. It was like the red stood out against the rest of his perfect features like a car horn blaring at you. He waved the guy in telling him to follow him to the bathroom, they needed a place where he could bleed freely. He was already in the bathroom before the stranger, setting out the things he might need. His first aid kit sitting beside him on the counter and the water getting warm to clean up the blood.

[Alichino]

Shiro had thought that he had to do a lot more persuading into following this man to his home. However, to his surprise the man didn't argue, he didn't insist on going to the hospital and instead just handed over his jacket to him. Shiro couldn't hide his surprised face over this since he didn't think he was bleeding this much, but... apparently he did. He in turn didn't argue with the other since he really didn't want to draw too much attention to them as they snuck passed the traffic, as he called it. It wasn't just the blood that needed hiding after all.

 

Shiro couldn't help that he occasionally glanced backwards, trying to see if he still was followed by that thing. He could still feel his presence, but then again... he always felt that. However, as they were nearing a building, lost in the crowd of people, Shiro could feel how that presence was starting to fade. Had he lost interest already? The vampire hoped so since it looked like they had already arrived at their destination.

 

While the stranger unlocked the door, Shiro took in the beautiful details of the building. It probably was a strange thing to be fascinated by, but the vampire just couldn't help it. Good architecture deserved to be appreciated. He followed the man inside without saying another word, however, once they got closer to that metal box, he hesitated for a moment. He glanced towards the stairs, but didn't have time to make the suggestion before the man pushed him inside. The vampire tried his best not to show any emotion as the elevator came to life to bring them to their wanted floor.

 

He didn't really have to try hard to not panic in that small space since once he noticed how much the human was staring at him in that light... it was easy to get distracted. Shiro hadn't really noticed it outside in the dark, but this man... He looked different in this bright light. His hazel eyes glistened, as they were absorbing every little light source while he was looking at the vampire. Those eyes... they looked to be so fragile.

 

Right at that moment, Shiro was brought back from his thoughts as the man suddenly started to speak to him. He introduced himself as Akira and... it appeared that his parents had given him a well suited name. It was beautiful. The same went for that light chuckle the man added right after he had finished what he wanted to say. Shiro figured that he probably should return the favour... even if they probably would never see each other again after this.

 

"Shiro."

 

He said, but didn't follow that up with a chuckle. His arm hurt too much from that and he wasn't at all comfortable in this tight space... even if it was with someone who could distract him this easily. Before the elevator came to a stop, however, Shiro felt it incredibly necessary to voice his discomfort.

 

"I hate elevators."

 

He said with his smooth voice before the doors opened and he was finally able to step outside of the metal box. He followed the man to his apartment door and waited for him to open them. Once inside, Shiro was hit by that smell. The smell of an alive being living in this apartment. It really was intoxicating to sense that strong smell of blood while he was in this weakened state. He had to bare with it... at least for just another moment. He glanced at the bowl that quickly got full with all the things the human was dumping in it and he couldn't help but to wonder how much trust he had already gained from him. He was leaving his wallet and phone alone with him while he was still close by the door after all. It didn't really matter anyway... Shiro had no intention of robbing this human... at least not for those petty things... no. What he desired was something more than a wallet and a phone.

 

He took off the jacket he had borrowed and hung it where he hoped the human wanted it. After that he took off his own shoes, a pair of geta that worked well with his white kimono, and then joined the human inside the rest of the apartment. He couldn't help but to pause once he saw the state of it. It didn't look too messy, but it still was noticeable that this man hadn't been attending to it in a while. No... That wasn't accurate... It looked more like things were left half done. Like the man was either too tired to finish or had to leave in the middle of it. Either way, Shiro had no intention on commenting on it and wasn't even sure why he had reacted on it in the first place... probably because he wanted an excuse not to go into the bathroom together with the man this soon...

 

He knew that once he stepped forward inside that room, he would have no choice but to give in to that intoxicated smell. He had to be quick about it too, with only one strong arm, he wasn't able to force the human down if he struggled too much.... not if he didn't want to crush those fragile hazel eyes of his. If another vampire saw him now, they would probably ridicule him for wanting to preserve something that was so fragile. And maybe he was just being ridicules.

 

Shiro's skin wasn't flawless.... at least not according to himself. The scars he had over his face prevented it from being as pure as his white hair. As well as the bite mark he had on his shoulder right under his white kimono. As if the purple stains in his otherwise blue eyes weren't enough, his vampire life had left him with other marks as well. However, the wounds he had now wouldn't leave marks like that. No... as a vampire, you didn't get scars from just falling off a building. Such marks could only be left by other demons.

 

Once Shiro had made up his mind and finished taking in the sight of the human before him, he finally stepped into the bathroom. With newly found courage, he walked up right behind him, getting as close to him as he could without necessarily touching him in a way to trap him between his body and the counter. The vampire glanced towards all the things he had set out for him from the first aid kit, but he reached out his hand to lay it on top of the other's just to make him stop what he was doing.

 

"You won't need that to heal these wounds.."

 

Shiro said, almost in a whisper before he leaned closer to the human. He let his cold breath tickle the human's neck as he breathed in that sweet smell coming from him. There was a reason why Shiro had been so hesitant to enter a room like this. It was a room that always had a visible mirror... and Shiro had no reflection.

 

"All I need is your blood."

[Shisu-Chan00]

Akira thought back on the others name ‘Shiro,’ it was an interesting name and seemed to fit with the others rather old vibe. He seemed to be from another world than Akira and it just made since that his name was Shiro. The comment about the elevator didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t say anything in return. He had been too worried about this guy to care if he liked elevators or not. He was bleeding a lot and they didn’t have time to climb six flights of stairs like that without Shiro buckling from he energy it took to do it.

 

Akira didn’t think twice about leaving his things by the door. It was just second nature and he figured if anyone like Shiro was going to steal from him they probably needed it more than he did. He would simply just cancel his cards and stuff and have to get a new license. There was probably no more than ten dollars in there in loose cash so that wasn’t a big loss either. Akira trusted too easily and just wanted to help others. He had no sense of hate from others and it was like he didn’t think anything bad could ever happen to him long as he was doing good.

 

Now that they were within the comforts of his own home he felt relaxed and at ease. Other than the fact that this guy was in his house that he didn’t know it wasn’t anything to be worried about. As he hung up his jacket Akira had nothing else in mind but getting him treated. He didn’t say thank you or anything for it wouldn’t be necessary. He would have to clean the jacket either way because of the blood that most likely got onto it. This wasn’t a problem. He had given it to him knowing all too well that he was going to get it messy. That wasn’t the problem at all, well there really wasn’t one other than the bleeding man standing outside of his bathroom seeming almost hesitant to come in.

 

Akira’s eyes flicked over to him and smiled a little about to say something when he finally entered the bathroom. His hands were undoing gauze and setting aside a needle and thread while Shiro seemed to make himself well, uncomfortable in the bathroom. He was too busy dealing with the things that he hadn’t realized the guy behind him, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he jumped lightly. His body moved a little accidently pressing up against Shiro.

 

“What do you-“ He asked but his voice got stuck in his throat when he felt the others breathe against his skin causing goosebumps to slide over his skin.

 

His hazel eyes moved to the mirror to see what this stranger was doing only to find there was only him in the glass. Confusion fell over his features and he shifted a little to turn around in the others cage he had put him in.

 

“Why do you? My what?” The others words finally hit him and he looked up into him with pure shock and confusion. “You’re being ridiculous. Just sit down on the toilet and I’ll have a look at the wound.” He said seeming as if he didn’t hear or see anything.

 

His mind didn’t want to believe what he had just saw and he didn’t want to believe what he had just heard. He must have heard wrong and his eyes were playing tricks on him. He hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep recently so this was probably means for why he wasn’t seeing another human being in a mirror with him. Akira leaned back and grabbed a towel before getting it wet with hot water. He was facing Shiro now, still really close to him, and he didn’t mind that.

 

Akira was always a strange guy when it came to, well, other guys. His parents knew he was different when he was 15 and was more girly than he should have been. His small, petite frame didn’t help any and the boys in his grade always teased him. When he was in high school teasing got more mean and he was abused sexually by some of the guys in his grade. At the time it was a serious problem and yet he was to embarrass to say anything about it. He moved on to college and found real friends and dated a few of them, yet none of them being women.

 

He knew he was gay so the close proximity of another man, even one more dominant than he was like Shiro was not a problem. His hazel eyes moved up to meet those lightly hinted purple ones as his hands reached out pulling the kimono away from his arm where he could clean up the blood. The towel instantly soaked it up turning a light pink color. His eyes weren’t on the other as he started to clean up the blood so he could easier see the wound, his head tilted to the side in concentration, leaving his neck open and exposed.

 

Black hair rested against the nape of his neck accompanying his pale skin. He had incredible complexion and was scar free. For someone like him who was used easily this was a shock. Even though bad things had happened to him he still had faith in the human race and that they were good initially at heart. He didn’t think anyone would intentionally hurt him anymore now that he was a doctor and yet…the words Shiro had said itched at the back of his mind. ‘All I need is your blood,’ had he heard that right or was he just imagining things?

[Alichino]

The man hadn’t reacted. Shiro was certain he had looked into the mirror and noticed that his was the only reflection in there, but still... He hadn’t reacted upon it. The only thing he had reacted upon was the fact that Shiro was asking for his blood. The vampire was so taken back by this that when the other spoke to him, he just stood there trying to comprehend why the other hadn’t acted once he noticed that this stranger had no reflection to speak of.

 

If it were anyone else, they probably would’ve regret their decision to let Shiro into their home. They would’ve tried their best to get away from him or perhaps been frozen in fear. He didn’t know what kind of reaction he had expected from Akira, but he had expected him to do something besides acting as if he hadn’t seen anything. The line about his blood was forgotten quickly as well as he just brushed it off as Shiro being ridicules. He really wasn’t... Unfortunately.

 

The surprise had led the vampire to follow the other’s example by not reacting once Akira told him to sit on the toilet in order to get his treatment. He was too much in his own thoughts to follow a suggestion like that, but as it turned out he didn’t need to follow it to get his treatment. Shiro got back to the present once he felt that his kimono was being pulled back revealing his own pale and damaged skin to the other. He tensed up by the sudden embarrassment he felt to show his complete weakened state in front of a human, but for some reason, once he felt the other’s caring hands on his wounds and saw his concentrating eyes he relaxed again. He let the other do as he pleased.

 

”You’re pretty bold, aren’t you?”

 

He said as a comment on how he didn’t even ask for Shiro’s permission before pulling away his kimono and start touching him... However, the same could be said for Shiro since he kind of started the whole “touching without asking for permission”, but... Shiro was a vampire, Akira was a mere human and shouldn’t be taken such liberties.

 

As his gaze started to wander he couldn’t help but to notice the exposed pale skin on his neck. The human had tilted his head in his concentration that his neck was left completely stretched out and tempting the hell out of the vampire before him. Shiro could almost see how the blood was pumping underneath it, those veins with the same fresh blood that he could smell all over this apartment. Such pure human blood which he so desperately needed at a time like this.

 

Without thinking about what he was doing, he suddenly reached out and carefully placed his hand right beneath that tempting neck. He was left with an urge to touch it and he wasn’t even considering the consequences before he did it. His slender thumb brushed against a visible vain and his eyes was completely enchanted by that pale skin.

 

“Such beautiful skin...”

 

He said, further proving how far gone into his own thoughts he was. Suddenly Shiro took a step forward, further pushing the other against the counter and this time he didn’t care how much their bodies touched each other. His eyes were still trapped in the same look as he began to lean forward, wanted to get closer to those veins which he knew were screaming at him.

 

“You know.. Even though you care so much about others... You’re pretty careless.”

 

Shiro mumbled with his smooth voice. The closer he got to the other, the more he could sense that smell coming from him. It truly was intoxicating and his insides were screaming at him to be quicker about it. Just do it. Sink your teeth into him, puncture that beautiful skin of his and leave a permanent mark. Feel the blood flow from the mouth and let it heal that aching pain in your arm. Shiro was close to taste it. His breath was once again all over the other’s skin and he was really close in placing his lips against his skin. However... right as he was about to feel that warmth he stopped himself. He realized what he was about to do and it took his entire strength not to go through with it. Shiro knew that if he drank the blood from the man’s neck he was more likely to take all of it. It was harder to stop when you were so close to that pulsating source and Shiro didn’t want to kill Akira. He really didn’t.

 

Despite his body trembling from protests he began to back away from the other. He stopped pressing his own body against him, stopped pushing him against the counter... but he didn’t release him. Not yet. He let his hand move down from his shoulder over his arm and instead he grabbed onto his wrist. Shiro didn’t care about the humans protests, if he had any or if he would still be stubborn about not reacting to anything the vampire did. Shiro held out the other’s wrist in front of him, pulling down his sleeve to expose the veins under his skin. He caressed that smooth skin for a short moment before his blue eyes glanced towards the human.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll only take what I need from you.”

 

He said and after that, he didn’t wait any longer. He pulled his wrist towards his mouth and he bit down on it with his long and sharp fangs. It didn’t take much strength to puncture that beautiful skin of his and almost immediately his mouth was filled with that sweet feeling of warm, thick blood. It slipped beautifully right by his sharp teeth and Shiro swallowed his first sip. He could feel the power of that human blood almost instantly. He felt how his weak state lessened as he regained his former beauty before that heavy fall.

 

The sensation was truly addictive. From only the first few drops Shiro could feel a difference, like he was becoming alive once again. The pain in his arm went numb and he couldn’t feel anything else but the taste of the human blood. He wanted more. He always wanted more, he was never satisfied with such a sensation. It was always a struggle to stop once he felt that blood sip through his throat and that feeling of power that accompanied it. However, he needed to stop. He had promised the man he would only take what he needed and... He think he had already passed that threshold, but something in him just kept telling him one more sip. Just one more...

 

It was a dangerous spiral and once he felt those thoughts come to his mind he knew he had to fight more to stop. Once you found something that made you feel this good, it was almost impossible to not go for it. This was why Shiro didn’t want to bite him by the neck. The smell of it would’ve been even worse and to have that constant reminder even as you were taking your last licks of it...

 

Shiro finally let go of Akira’s arm and he immediately backed away from him since he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to resist jumping on him again if he was close to him. However, right at that moment he felt an ache on his arm... Well, not just an ache, but perhaps also an itch. The blood he took was working it’s magic and had begun repairing the arm. The shoulder and bone popped back into place, the small bruises he had on his body slowly disappeared and the pain in his neck lessened into nothing. Within seconds it stopped both aching and itching as Shiro began to move his former damaged arm. He checked if his shoulder really was all right and considering how he could turn it without it cracking or hurting he would say that it had fully healed. This was where the vampire showed his first smile in a long while.

 

“That’s better. Thank you for your treatment.”

 

He said as he turned his face towards Akira. Again he wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he would get from the other. Fear? Was he going to run away this time from the thing he had seen or... was he going to act as if nothing had happened? This man hadn’t reacted as Shiro would’ve expected so far so... he was a bit curious if he would now. Slowly, Shiro’s smile disappeared again as the happy feeling of his arm being fixed didn’t really last long. He pulled up his kimono over the arm again and adjusted it back to the way it was before. However, he had a nagging feeling at the back of his head that told him that he couldn’t leave this human like this. He glanced towards the dripping wound he had left him and he figured that perhaps he should return the favour.

 

Shiro once again walked closer to Akira and grabbed some of the supplies from the counter he had prepared for the vampire. With that he started to treat the other as best as he could and being a vampire, he didn’t really do the best of jobs, but it was the thought that counted right? Shiro couldn’t help himself that he licked up some of the blood that had been leaking out before he began patching it up.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Akira still tried his hardest to forget what he had seen and heard. Trying to keep his moral compass on high and to help this guy that was in his bathroom, no matter how weird he seemed to be. He wanted to be of good use and he wasn’t going to be able to help him if he kept letting what happened nag at him. As his skilled hands roamed over the wound, the rag cleaning up some of the blood trying to see what it was he was going to be treating he heard the comment from the other.

 

He smiled a little and shrugged lightly, “I mean…you’re stubborn so.” He spoke to the comment about him being bold.

 

It was true that he hadn’t asked for permission but the fact that Shiro had followed him home was permission enough for him. It was saying, take care of me considering that’s what Akira offered. He didn’t care how it looked and he didn’t mind that he was probably being rude. Shiro had touched him first, pushing him against the counter and holding him there like he was a hostage. It was only fair that the nurse could derobe him halfway to look at the wounds hew as going to be healing.

 

Akira was going about his business until he felt a hand underneath his neck. His hazel eyes flicked up looking up into the others face. It was a weird sort of touch, almost gentle and yet the look on Shiro’s face was a little terrifying. Akira couldn’t help but reflexively swallow as the thumb brushed against his veins.

 

“Shiro…?”

 

He asked softly his eyes looking up into the others face trying to understand what was happening. The sudden step toward him frightened him a little, that mixed with the stare lingering over his body he felt like he might pass out. He felt his ass hit the counter and he let his hands move, gripping onto the marble as if he was preparing for something. Fear licked at his senses yet he didn’t know why, he felt like he should be terrified and yet he was more confused than anything.

 

Shiro’s words were like velvet against his skin and Akira felt his eyes flicker closed as the other mans lips rounded in on his neck. A light whimper of fear left his lips as he could feel the air brushing against the hairs on his neck. He felt like he needed to hold his breath, he needed to keep from breathing and maybe Shiro would stop. His skin itched where the mans lips were so close to touching, like a phantom itch and it was a shock to Akira when he pulled away from him, air exploding from his lungs as he looked up to Shiro in confusion.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

His human brain couldn’t understand that he was being hunted right now. He felt the hard body that had been against him leave and he felt like he could breathe again. Yet, hands were not off of his skin as he felt Shiro’s hand slide down his shoulder and arm to his hands. Flipping so his wrist was facing the sky and pulling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearm, exposing the blue veins under his skin.

 

It was an odd change of events. Shiro looked at his skin like it was the most beautiful thing in the world and it was incredibly unsettling. Something in his body told him that he couldn’t fight this man off and yet he wanted to. Shiro was just holding his wrist in his hands looking down at it but Akira felt fear pierce his skin and cause goosebumps to percolate all over his skin.

 

“What…do you me-“

 

His words were cut short as his wrist was pulled to Shiro’s lips and he felt teeth sink into his skin. White hot pain pierced his senses and his first reaction was to pull his arm away from him. A gasp of pain left his lips and he pushed on Shiro’s shoulder trying to get him off. It was like he wasn’t even paying attention, Akira was fighting against this man and yet he wasn’t even moving.

 

“S-stop please…”

 

He cried out, tears sliding down his cheeks as he felt the pain erupting through his body. He could feel it and yet he didn’t want to acknowledge the hot burn of his blood leaving his veins. He could hear him gulping it down like it was water.

 

“Someone help me!” He screamed the pain overlapping and making it more of a cry for help rather than a scream. He was losing strength the more Shiro stayed attached to him. His body felt heavy, his head was airy feeling and it was like he was floating.

 

His fighting grew weak and he slumped against the counter, trying his hardest to stay standing up rather than to fight this man off. Obviously he was the weaker being here and he couldn’t fight this man off even if he wanted to. Was he even a man? No, he was something else. Something dark and evil.

 

“Please…Shiro….”

 

He whimpered out the others name like a last ditch effort to get him off, feeling the sudden blood loss like a train had hit him. He could hardly hold his head up he felt so weak and he couldn’t help but feel like a lesser being when it came to this. He was being fed on and he couldn’t do anything about it. His tears came freely now, wondering if he was going to die in his bathroom because of his want to help others. If he hadn’t been a doctor he wouldn’t have been in this mess, he could have left that guy on the street to bleed to death.

 

It seemed as this thought slid through his mind Shiro let go. Without his strong hold keeping him standing Akira felt his legs grow weak and he lightly groaned as his ass hit the toilet seat cover. His hands were shaky as he pulled his arm to his chest his hazel eyes closing from the amount of dizziness in his vision at the moment. He felt like he wanted to throw up, his world was flipping upside down. He wanted to be as far away from Shiro as he could get and right now that little bathroom wasn’t cutting it. He wanted to get up, run away, run out of the apartment to find someone, anyone to help him. Yet, his feet stayed planted on the ground, too weak and uneasy to get up and carry his body where he needed to go.

 

The brown haired nurse had sort of forgotten he was even there and when Shiro’s voice filled the room he flinched, those eyes flicking up and looking at him. Akira was paler than normal, as if fear and worry slid over his features and he wanted out of here. It was only a normal reaction when someone was being chased, they either ran or fought and Akira knew all too well he wasn’t going to win that fight. Had he been able to the human would have gotten up and ran away but instead his eyes looked away from Shiro and he pushed himself against the wall trying to steady his shaking body.

 

For a moment, Akira thought he was going to be left alone. That the thing was going to leave him in his bathroom, weak and bleeding to take care of himself. Of course, Akira didn’t mind this, he could stitch up anything easily enough and it was close to his fingers he could do it with one hand but still.

 

Luck wasn’t in his favor tonight as he heard footsteps heading his way. His hazel eyes flicked up to the other, flinching away from him yet he was too weak to fight him. He thought he was for sure going to take the last of his blood then and there and yet, he started to clean the wounds. As a tongue reached out and licked up some of the blood he couldn’t help but shiver from both fear and whatever other emotions were sliding through his body right now.

 

He winced lightly feeling the gauze hit his skin and he watched as the being before him tried his hardest, although a shitty job, to patch up the wound. Apparently he wasn’t all animal, there was something human in him. Akira looked up to him and looked away again before lightly sighing.

 

“What are you?”

 

He asked lightly, his voice weak with both exhaustion and fear.

 

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

 

The questions would just keep coming if he wasn’t careful. He had so much running through his mind right now he couldn’t hold onto just one. He was so out of it that he hadn’t even noticed that the other was healed because he had taken the blood from him. Normally he was observant but in his freaked out state all he wanted to know was why he was still alive and what Shiro was. As the other badly started to wrap his wound he winced lightly reaching over with his free hand and guiding the others to better wrap it so it didn’t hit on his wound constantly. As soon as he had done it he let his hand fall from the others. He was scared of him, frightened that he would be dead in the next few minutes. Frightened that his life would come to an end before he had a chance to even live it.

[Alichino]

The man had finally come to terms with what was actually standing in front of him and he was now acting like he should’ve done back in the ally. Shiro had only taken a step towards him when he flinched and tried to back away as much as his body would let him. The vampire couldn’t really say that he was hurt by such a reaction. Not that he liked the fact that the other was afraid of him, but.. It was more like he couldn’t deny the fact that he didn’t deserve it. The human should be scared of him, he was a demon after all and he had just taken a lot of his blood and given him an open wound thanks to that. Shiro would be more concerned if he wasn’t afraid of him. He just hoped he would put that aside enough for him to return the favour to treat his wound.

 

Apparently Akira had no choice in that matter since he was too weak to get away from the vampire anyway. Shiro was free to treat the wound however he wanted thanks to that, but he had some difficulty to do so. He wasn’t used to handling gauze and whatever other things humans used in order to treat bite wounds like this. It had been some time since he had been one and some of these things looked completely foreign to him. The medical things had changed since his time. Shiro was certain that when he heard the sigh from the other he was going to complain about the treatment and scold him for it, but instead he was given the question about what he was.

 

Shiro looked up from what he was doing just for a short moment to look at Akira, hoping to meet his gaze to better understand what exactly he wanted to get out of that question, but... The man had averted his gaze from him. Shiro wasn’t sure what to answer him. He wanted to tell him the truth since at this point he couldn’t really deny it, could he? Akira probably would be figuring it out for himself anyway, but... Then again, humans weren’t meant to find out that vampires really existed in the world. It would mean dire consequences for both humans and vampires. Therefore...

 

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with such a thing.”

 

Shiro said as a response to that question. He wasn’t sure if Akira could handle knowing about what he really was so this was probably better. He seemed to be in so much fear right now, Shiro didn’t really want to add to that... strangely enough, knowing full well that he was the reason to that fear to begin with. Still, he couldn’t just leave him here by himself.... especially not with the following question floating in the air. Shiro had been too busy treating his wounds, being very thankful for the other’s guidance, that he once again missed the other’s expression. Just hearing such a line and considering what Shiro was going through, he couldn’t help but to take it in such a way..

 

”Did you want me to?”

 

He asked, not looking up from what he was doing. However, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer to that question. He didn’t know how to react if the answer was yes, since... He didn’t want to think about it. As Shiro finished treating the wound he finally looked up at the other again and only now noticed how pale he looked. He tilted his head a little to the side as to figure out if he had always looked like that or was that because of part of his blood had been drained. No. Shiro remembered how he was in the elevator and he did not look like this back there. This was all thanks to Shiro.

 

“Looks like I took too much from you. I’m sorry about that.”

 

He at least wanted to apologize, even if he couldn’t really undo what he had done. Such an apology could only take him so far, but... again, he thought at least it was something. However, even with that he couldn’t let go of the thoughts concerning the question about why he hadn’t kill him. He figured his previous respond wasn’t good enough so.. he gave him another one.

 

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done so back in the ally and not invade the privacy of your home.”

Shiro said, thinking back to what he thought the moment he first met Akira. If he had been any other vampire, he would’ve drained his blood right at the spot and then thrown him away for the rest of the world to pick up, but... He didn’t want to do that.

 

“I won’t kill you. If you want to die, try jumping off a building. I’ve heard that’s effective... unless you’re me.”

 

With that, Shiro rose from his seat and for a moment it looked like he was about to leave, but.. seeing Akira like this he couldn’t help but still feel bad for him. That gauze would only take him so far, but... The man probably needed more treatment than he could give him here. Even with Akira’s help.

 

“Should I take you to the hospital?”

[Shisu-Chan00]

The mention that he shouldn’t concern himself with such a thing bothered Akira. He had a right to know what had just happened and why he had just been fed on. His human brain would be able to make the connection eventually but it needed help. He needed to hear it from Shiro in order to better understand it. He could put it all together soon enough, as soon as his brain could understand that he had just been eaten off of.

 

His eyes roamed over to Shiro and he blinked a few times trying to understand what he had just said only to have him realize he wasn’t going to explain it further. He sighed a little and looked away from him once more trying not to look at the man/monster infront of him. The next comment shocked him even more and his eyes flicked up to the other in a fit of worry.

 

He couldn’t say anything however, for Shiro started talking again. He blinked at him a minute and he shook his head lightly. That didn’t really answer his question on why he hadn’t died just now. It just meant that he hadn’t wanted to kill him in that moment. There was still time to kill him. Still time to take his life and ruin it just like that. When he had finally stopped talking Akira laughed lightly and leaned against the counter lightly as he stood.

 

“I don’t want to die. Sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted to go out as someone’s snack.”

 

He lightly groaned and closed his eyes trying not to fall. He had tried to get up and wanted to walk and catch Shiro before he left only to see him turn back around to talk to him.

 

“Tch…hospital…probably but I’ll be fine. I can’t really explain a bite mark from…whatever you are…”

 

He let his head gently lean against the doorframe. He needed to just get to his bed and sleep, he probably needed some food too to help with the build back of his blood.

 

“I would appreciate it if you would maybe help me to my bed…I’ll be fine after some sleep and food.”

 

He shrugged lightly and pulled his shirt closer as if the lack of blood was making him colder. He just needed to lay down and he would be more than alright. He was more worried about his health than the demon that was in his living room. It would have been the smarter decision to go to the hospital but he was right. He couldn’t explain this bite to a doctor, specially one he worked with, and have them believe it. No animal could have made the mark. As much as he didn’t mind going to the hospital he knew that in this situation it wasn’t going to be helping much.

 

He just needed rest and protein rich foods and he would be alright. This was just something that had to happen. He had practically asked for it, being too nice for his own good it was just about time before someone took advantage of it.

 

“So…what now…? Now that I know about you wouldn’t you want to kill me to hide your secret? Why are you even still here Shiro?”

 

He tilted his head up looking at Shiro.

 

“I’ve seen many victims come in with bite marks like these…usually more severe but now that I know what makes them wouldn’t it be in your interest to keep me from talking?”

 

He slowly moved from the doorway holding his arm against his chest. Cradling the wrapped wrist against his chest as he made his way to the couch to sit down for a moment. His head getting a little dizzy and he was worried he was going to fall down. He didn’t know why the blood sucking man in his room stayed but he didn’t mind it. He was terrified sure but his wounded state left his mind a little blank and delirious and he had no intentions of running away in this state. He sort of came to terms with the fact he can not move and that he was unable to do anything in this state.

[Alichino]

Shiro couldn’t help but to admire a human’s determination to keep on going. This man must’ve seen some horrible things during his days in the hospital, victims of the most unusual wounds and injuries and yet he can still stand up to say that he didn’t want to die. Why? Was it just about saving other’s life or.. was there something else that drove him? Did it really take just one thing for a human to keep on going? Shiro wasn’t sure, but either way, he couldn’t help but to admire it. Besides, the human had a point that there were probably better ways to go out on than being someone else’s snack... but then again..

 

”Why not? If your life was so miserable that you wanted to end it, why not spend your last moments as something useful? That way you can go out with the thought that you made a difference to someone.... even if it was just a snack.”

 

Shiro said, weirdly enough with a small smile in his face. He tried to imagine himself in such a situation. What would he have thought if he had become another one’s snack? In fact... what did he think back in those days when he actually did have a pulse? Was he happy that someone had come to fed on him? Probably not, but things were different now. Would he be happy about it now? Honestly... yes. He probably wouldn’t mind becoming someone’s snack. With that in mind his smile quickly disappeared from his face again. However, as he returned from his thought process he noticed how Akira groaned and he seemed to be pushing himself to stand up.

 

As Shiro thought, he probably should take him to the hospital since he really didn’t seem well. He looked to be as weak as Shiro had felt before he took his blood. Not good at all. However, the other told him that he didn’t want a hospital. The vampire tilted his head at that, but he didn’t ask any questions or push on it further since he kind of understood the predicament he was in. He would rather bleed out than showing up with a wound he couldn’t explain to his colleagues. Although the vampire trusted the nurse’s judgement and believed he would be fine if he just got some rest and some food. However, Shiro hoped he could fix some food for himself because he sure as hell couldn’t help with that. Shiro didn’t know how to cook anymore.

 

He was about to obey and help the man to the bed, but he paused in his tracks when he started to talk again. Pretty much spewing out nonsense that didn’t make any sense to Shiro. Where was this all coming from? He had just explained to the other that he had no intentions of killing him and yet he still talked as if his life was on the line. Shiro had taken what he needed from him, he was healed, there was no reason for him to kill him. To keep his secret?

 

As the other continued with that theory Shiro couldn’t help that another smile was spreading on his lips, this time it was out of mere amusement for the other. He was interesting, he was something. Not only to come to such a conclusion, but he almost made it sound like he had some kind of advantage over the vampire. Simply because he knew something that probably wasn’t best if he spread the word. It was amusing.

 

“It almost sounds like you’re trying to blackmail me. Wanting something in return to keep your mouth shut? However, it probably would’ve worked better if you didn’t refuse to go to the hospital because you didn’t think no one would believe you.”

 

Shiro was curious to what Akira thought he could say to convince others what had just happened. Even if he did find someone that were willing to co-operate with him, what threat could they possibly be towards a vampire? Humans were weak and vampires were created as the stronger being. It took more than a simple human to dispose of them... It took another demon.

 

In their conversation Shiro had forgotten about Akira’s request for the bedroom, but he was reminded of it when the other walked towards the couch to sit down. It was a little strange that he would choose that route instead of just asking Shiro to help him again, but... then again it did remind him anyway so whatever worked for him. Before the man had time to sit down Shiro put a hand on his shoulder to stop him and then moved quickly to be something he could lean on while they moved towards his bedroom. He moved his well arm over his shoulders and then put his hand around his waist to steady him. His eyes told him that if he fell, Shiro would catch him and with that he walked towards the room. He wanted to be quick about it since it seemed that Akira needed to lie down, but he didn’t want to cause the other trouble by moving too fast for him. So, with a steady pace he took him towards the bed and then gently guided him down on it.

 

They said that a human’s bedroom was where it smelled the most of them and Shiro quickly found out that it was true. That intoxicated scent hit him the minute he was close to that bed and if he was still in his weakened state he probably wouldn’t have been as calm as he was right now. However, since he had recently fed on the other he was able to ignore that scent and instead take in the sight of the other. Shiro couldn’t explain it, but there was something about him that intrigued him. It wasn’t just about his blood since he was doing his best to ignore that part.. there was something else.

 

In the cloud that had been his thoughts he hadn’t realized how close he had been to the other. He figured he had just helped Akira lie down and then moved back, but now that the cloud was lifting, he realized that his face was just inches away from the human, wanting to lock eyes with the other and his hand was still on his waist. As he realized this he moved back, but tried not to show his embarrassment of it all. What the hell was he doing?

 

“To get back to your previous question of what now... I figure once I’ve returned the favour of your kindness, I’ll go back to what I did before and you’ll go back to your life. You don’t have to worry that I’ll be paying you another visit.”

 

He wanted to continue that last sentence with “unless you want me to”, but he didn’t. Why would he? There was no way Akira wanted to see him after such an encounter and... Shiro shouldn’t want to spend more time with a human either. So why didn’t he just leave already?

[Shisu-Chan00]

The mention of being a snack to someone else in the last moments of his life Akira just shook his head. No, he didn’t want to prolong someone else’s life when he was saving hundreds every day with the job he was doing. One life wasn’t to be set aside for the greatness of many. He would choose saving hundreds over just one any day…specially if that one was to take his life.

 

Exhaustion was growing and as Akira started to find his way down onto the couch he was stopped, a hand resting on his shoulder. He looked up at him a moment and paused to say something but couldn’t for an arm was pulling him into Shiro and leaning the man against him. He lightly whimpered as he let himself be pulled away by the stronger man, leaning his head against his shoulder as if it had gotten too heavy to keep up on his own.

 

The comment earlier finally registered and he had to keep back a chuckle. Akira, a mere human blackmailing whatever the hell Shiro was? It didn’t really make any sense. Instead of blackmailing wouldn’t Shiro just kill him in order for him to keep his mouth shut? He had no want for anything other than this mans word he wasn’t going to be bothering him anymore. Akira didn’t want to die, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be asking for anything from Shiro. He just wanted him to leave him be, and to not bite him again.

 

As they slowly walked to his bedroom, with a few light movements to point to the right way he had to fight to stay on his feet. It was like fighting against a current he just couldn’t do it. He lightly sighed as his body just seemed to give out, holding onto Shiro for the support he didn’t know the demon could give. It was strange, taking comfort from a stranger that had caused this but he kinda liked it all the same.

 

“Thank you…”

 

He whispered softly as he was laid down on his bed. He lightly sank down into the mattress his eyes closing a moment not really noticing how close Shiro had been. When he opened his eyes his heartbeat quickened and he blinked up to the blood sucker. He felt fear melt into him once more as he thought maybe, just maybe, Shiro was going to drink from him. As soon as that thought fell over him he was moving away and he looked down, his cheeks a little pink from thinking such a thought.

 

“I see…so…after tonight I’ll never see you again?”

 

He asked his hazel eyes looking up to Shiro with exhaustion written all over them. He wanted to know why this man had stuck around so long if they were just never going to see one another again. He could have taken what he wanted and then left leaving nothing but a bite mark in his wake. Yet, here he was, standing in his bedroom looking at him with what seemed like embarrassment. He didn’t know what the vampire was planning to do when he said repay him on his kindness but he knew that it seemed Shiro wasn’t a man to go against his words.

 

“Why…why are you still here and helping me if you’re never going to see me again Shiro?”

 

He moved a little slowly but was able to get his shoes off and he blinked over to Shiro a moment before shifting and getting under his covers. Shivering from the chill of lack of blood, not minding he was still in his jeans. He just needed to be warm, and he just needed some rest. His eyes felt incredibly heavy as he turned onto his side, every time he opened them his hazel eyes would focus on Shiro only to close once more. He was vulnerable and he was fragile and yet he trusted Shiro in this moment to not hurt him. Sure, he was still afraid of him in a sense but he hadn’t killed him and apparently had no want to kill him so there wasn’t a reason to be afraid of him in that moment.

 

He fought to keep himself awake, wanting to talk to this mysterious man longer. He wanted to talk to him now knowing that when he woke up he would never see Shiro again. It would be like nothing had ever happened, like they had never met one another. He just wanted to enjoy their time together and learn everything he could learn before it was too late.

[Alichino]

Shiro probably should’ve seen it coming but the man suddenly thanking him still managed to surprise him. He hadn’t expected to be thanked by someone who still feared for his life whenever Shiro came just the slightest bit closer to him. He could see it in his eyes, the first thing he saw when he got back from his thoughts, realizing that he had moved closer, the first thing he saw were those pink cheeks and that fear in those hazel eyes. He was sure a part of him enjoyed that sight, but... a more dominant side of him didn’t want Akira to fear him. Most of all he wondered why that was. A vampire shouldn’t want to care for a human right? They should just see them as they were, a snack, a way to get their strength back. Should Shiro suppress such feelings... or should he indulge them?

 

Akira was exhausted. It was written all over his face and all over his actions, which was probably why he made it sound like not seeing Shiro again would be a bad thing. Shiro had thought that he was just counting the seconds until this demon left his house and leaved him alone again. He was so afraid of him that Shiro had no doubt that if he had the strength he would run as far away from here as possible, even if it were his home he would abandon it just to get away from the white haired man. Even so... he just repeated what had just been said with such a lonely tone in his voice... Or was it lonely? Perhaps Shiro only imagined it since such a sentence sounded lonely by itself. Again the vampire managed to smile a softer smile as he thought about it.

 

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll get the impression that you want to see me again.”

 

He said just to remind the other about what he was actually saying and what it actually sounded like. Was he really inviting him back here or was it just delusion because he was so exhausted right now? The latter was most likely. Once Akira came to he wouldn’t want anything to do with such a monster as Shiro. It was for the better anyway.. Akira should see him as a monster... and Shiro should see him as nothing more than a snack.... So why didn’t he?

 

Shiro woke up from his thoughts when Akira spoke again. His voice sounding as exhausted as those eyes looked, but he still strained himself just to ask this one question. A question of why. Shiro should’ve probably expected that one too, but to him it came so out of the blue and once again the man made it sound like leaving him like this was a bad thing. He tilted his head a little to the side as if that would make him understand the human on the bed better.

 

“Why?”

 

Shiro repeated, mostly for himself since he wanted to know the answer to that question as well. Why was he being nice to Akira? He had reasoned with himself that he just wanted to repay his kindness, treat him back for the thing he took from him, but... He didn’t think such an answer would hold when he was just going to leave him alone anyway. Did repayment really require him to stay longer or... was there something else that made him want to be kind to a human? It went back to the question of why he hadn’t killed the man back on the street. Any other vampire would’ve done it so... why didn’t Shiro? Perhaps he wanted to believe he had some humanity still in him... even if it was vague. Which brought him back to Akira.

 

“Why did you decide to pick up a stranger from the street and bring him to your home? You must’ve known that you would never see me again... still you did it.”

 

The question could be the same for the exhausted human lying on the bed. Why was he so kind to people he didn’t know, even if he would never see them again? Why had he obeyed Shiro’s request with not going to the hospital despite the state he was in.. or better yet, why had he cared at all? Sure, perhaps Shiro’s demonic magic that made every human drawn to him would’ve helped with that, but... Shiro had been in a weak state and in no condition to get a good use of that power. Akira did this by himself, no magic involved. Why?

 

Was it all about loneliness? He seemed to be living in this apartment by himself and instead of going out and having fun with his friends, he picked up a stray cat on the street and started treating it. Did he even have friends? That was probably a harsh thought to think and even if Akira couldn’t hear him, he still apologized for it. Not outloud, of course, but still apologized for it. Of course this man had friends. Such a beautiful man must be popular, especially with that kind nature attached to it. So then... why?

 

Shiro got a display of exactly how tired this man really was since he watched him try his best to take off his shoes without putting out that much effort to it. However, when he tried to pull the cover over himself, Shiro stopped admiring him and instead went in to help him get more comfortable. The human was shivering and he looked to be cold. The vampire reached out for a second just to feel if he had a fever, but... Considering how he couldn’t feel either hot or cold that was just a reaction out of pure instinct. Strange since such a human interaction hadn’t come out of him before. Shiro probably should’ve removed his slender hand from the human’s forehead the minute he realized he couldn’t feel anything, but... the feeling of the other’s skin under his fingertips..

 

It was soft, it was smooth. He wanted to believe that it was warm even if the man was shivering from cold right now, but.. he still had some blood in him to produce that warmth, right? After all, those cheeks had grown pink just a minute ago. As Shiro’s purple stained eyes moved towards those cheeks his hand followed and he ran the back of his hand softly against it. He didn’t want to scratch that soft skin with his long nails so he kept them out of the way as he felt the sensation of human skin against his knuckles. It was softer than his forehead, smoother too... After such a long time... you kind of forget such a feeling. Much like Shiro always forgot that he shouldn’t be feeling this now. He should just leave already. Once again he returned back from his thoughts and once again he had to back away from the human. What the hell was he doing? Shiro gave away a sigh and then looked at Akira who probably wanted to do nothing but sleep right now. He was tired after all.

 

“I’ll leave you to your rest. Goodbye, Akira.”

 

Shiro said and with that, he walked out of the room. However he paused for a second once he was outside. He felt dizzy. His head had been buzzing with emotions he didn’t really understand and now that he no longer was enchanted by the looks of Akira, he was left with a dizzy feeling. Shiro blamed it all on the blood scent in that room and brushed it off as nothing. However, he knew he needed to get out of there and get some fresh air. What even was the time? How long time had he spent together with Akira? He had been careless. To not even be aware of when the sun was coming up and to be completely engrossed with that human... It wasn’t like him. Shiro put on his pair of shoes and then left Akira alone in the apartment.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Shiro was an interesting guy. As Akira lay there looking up at him he realized he wasn’t scared as much anymore. He was happy that he could help Shiro in all honesty and he was still alive so he couldn’t really complain. If he had wanted to kill him it would have already happened and he wouldn’t be even having this thought. As he lay there blinking every so often to stay awake he realized Shiro wasn’t scaring him but rather he didn’t want him to leave. He wanted to know more about him, he wanted to understand him. He wanted to be able to tell what he was and better treat people that came into the hospital with bites just like his own. His eyes lightly focused on the gauze on his arm realizing this would scar. He would have a scar of this night for the rest of his life even if Shiro never came back, he wouldn’t forget.

 

When shiro spoke again he flicked his eyes up to him wondering what he meant just now. That it sounded like he wanted to see him again. Did he? Akira didn’t know but he knew he wanted to understand this man that stood before him. He didn’t want him to leave, he was more terrified of sleep that he was of the vampire in his room. Shiro seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone else and so Akira just didn’t bother answering. It seemed that he was rhetorically asking him things at the moment and trying to figure something else out by himself.

 

Akira was too exhausted to really care either way and as he tried to understand all this anyway he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He smiled a little and tilted his head lightly looking up at the vampire.

 

“I did it cause you wouldn’t have been okay had I not…least I was able to help you…and I’m still alive so…”

 

He shrugged lightly and closed his eyes once more leaning into his pillow to get more comfortable. Shiro was watching him trying to take off his shoes and Akira was honestly really grateful for the others movement to help. He lightly pulled the blankets closer peering up at Shiro a moment. He watched him lean forward lightly, his eyes closing a little out of reflex only to relax a little feeling fingers against his forehead.

 

It was stranger, his fingers weren’t really warm but they weren’t cold either. They seemed rather neutral against his skin and he rather liked it. Comfort wafted over his body and he sighed softly his body shifting a little be more comfortable. He didn’t mind the touch of the other, he didn’t mind having someone close like this. Akira hadn’t had someone touch him in such a soft and hesitant way in a long time. It was a nice feeling, to have someone close to him this way.

 

He felt the hand shift, and his knuckles lightly ran along his cheek. Akira moved lightly and blinked up to Shiro, his face tilting into the touch as if reassuring it. He didn’t understand really but it felt so…right? He liked the feeling of Shiro’s hand against his cheek and it was comforting to see those purple eyes trace his features. He felt like Shiro thought he was…something worth caressing and he wasn’t just seeing him as food.

 

As soon as it had began it had stopped. He lightly smiled a little, a very sleepy one and nodded, “Goodnight Shiro…get home safe.” He waved a little and then curled up into his bed with a yawn. He was out before Shiro was even out of his room, the sleep pulling him under its grip. He figured he would call out of work telling them he had an accident the day before. They would most likely understand, he had a few days off still he could take and he figured he could use it. At the moment that didn’t matter as he curled in on himself and enjoyed the sleep and dreams of Shiro.

 

No human like him would have ever thought that they would meet a member of the supernatural. They were told it was all fairy tales and horror stories and yet here Akira had met a blood sucking vampire. More than that this vampire had drank from him, scared the shit out of him, and proved his views on this man wrong. He was always told little stories about them but never that they were real. Never that he could meet one. Never that anyone could meet one because they were not real. Yet tonight all of that was proven wrong by a very gentle, and strange vampire in which Akira had met and fed.

[Alichino]

Shiro blamed it all on the scent he had felt all over that apartment. That intoxicated blood smell must’ve made him act like he normally wouldn’t, that was the only explanation for him... So you could imagine his surprise when he still couldn’t stop thinking of Akira even after he got out of that apartment. Those hazel eyes kept playing in his head, the voice kept ringing in his ears and the feeling of his soft cheek didn’t seem to leave his skin. He shouldn’t be thinking about it. Being a vampire, a human shouldn’t leave such a permanent impression on him. Hopefully it wasn’t permanent. Hopefully these thoughts would disappear after some time had gone by... Hopefully Shiro would return back to his miserable self just within a few days.

 

A week went by and even if it was less frequent, his thoughts were still haunted by the memories of Akira. Why? Why was he thinking so much about a human? What had been so different about their encounter than every other human Shiro had taken blood from? Well... From what the vampire could gather... Akira had exposed more of a sweet personality than all the others. He had cared for him in a way no one else had, not just by trying to patch up his wounds. Akira had amused him and it had been some time since he had been amused by someone.... However... None of that didn’t matter anyway. He had already decided not to see that human again so his thoughts should just stop think about him.

 

Shiro had other things he should be bothered by. He had given himself a week, a week to get back to his normal self both physically and mentally and now he figured he couldn’t be more prepared than this. He wanted to return to the things he was trying before he met Akira and... one of the reasons he wasn’t going to see the human again. It didn’t matter how much he was thinking about him, he wasn’t going to change his mind about it all. After putting on a blue and white faded kimono together with a dark blue montsuki with a black tree pattern, he walked out of his underground home and headed out towards the night life of New York. He was ready to take on the challenge again.

 

However, it didn’t go as he planned. A few moments later, Shiro woke up on the dark empty street. The first feeling that hit him was the pain he felt in his body, then as he started to move he heard the sound of the glass that dragged across his skin as he tried to sit up. He felt dizzy, he felt nauseous and his head hurt more this time than it did a week ago. He felt something dripping against the corner of his light eyebrows and as he reached to brush it away, he noticed the thick liquid that smeared all over his hand. Blood. Surprised Shiro felt with his fingers through his forehead to find the source of all the blood only to be hit with a large amount of pain as he brushed over a huge crack over his beautiful pale skin. His healing powers shouldn’t have left such a huge wound on his forehead, not that close to his head since without that he couldn’t have survived that fall. For some reason, Shiro started to smile. He was in a huge amount of pain, but he still smiled after the discovery of that wound. He must’ve been too weak to heal such a wound, too many wounds to heal before taking care of that and before the need to fill his blood tank... or whatever you might call it. However, that smile didn’t last long since... he was still here.

 

Shiro knew that once again he had to get up from the street and get away from here. The glass still made their sound as he did his best to ignore the pain and stand up. The damage was worse than last time, a few ribs had been crushed, his collarbone was broken and his arms were covered with small holed the piece of glass had left for him. It wasn’t just his fore head, but his cheek had also been cut by the glass... However, that was hard to notice when there was so many other wounds to be concerned about. Apparently, none of his arms or legs were broken this time... or perhaps they had been and his healing powers had taken care of that while he was out. With that, Shiro managed to stand up even if he did stagger a bit. He had lost quite a lot of blood in the process, however that wasn’t surprising, but the effect of it was that he felt incredibly weak.

 

Was he able to walk? He thought so... as long as he could rest for just a moment then he would be able to walk. Where even was he again? How far was his home and how long until the sun rose in the sky? Was he able to make it? Was there a place closer to him than home right now? Well... He believed so. Before the vampire could even make a decision about whether or not he should go there in the first place, his feet started to move all by themselves. In this weak state, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He wanted to see him. He wanted to meet with that human again... Akira.

 

Would he even be home? Shiro wasn’t sure, but he refused to go to the hospital where he worked... especially when he was this weak. No, his house was a better choice. Despite only being there once, Shiro knew exactly where it was and it was easy for him to find it. He knew which apartment he should head to, but once he got there, he hesitated. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be putting himself through this again... No, he shouldn’t be putting Akira through this again. This was all just selfish of him to come here again and in this state. Akira probably got enough of wounded people at work without them giving him housecalls. However, Shiro didn’t want to see him just to get another treatment. He just wanted to see him. With that, Shiro rang the bell and hoped Akira was in there... if not, he was in no condition to walk away from here.

[Shisu-Chan00]

When morning came Akira woke up with a start. A horrible nightmare having plagued his dreams and caused a good nights rest to be something a little less. He sat up with a start and was instantly thrown into a dizzying fit as he had to lay down almost immediately. He groaned softly closing his eyes against the barrage of sun coming into his room, holding a hand up to keep it off his eyes. He didn’t want to get up, he didn’t want to face the day.

 

It took a moment or two for his mind to remember what had happened the night before but when it had he sat up again quickly pulling the gauze off his wrist and looking at the punctures in his skin.

 

Nausea loomed over him and he quickly got up from his bed and ran to the bathroom throwing up into the toilet. As he sat there throwing up his guts, which wasn’t a lot, he remembered Shiro. He sat back, leaning against the bath tub as his fingers gently ran across the wound on his wrist. He remembered everything now, being pressed against the counter with no where to go and those teeth sinking into his skin. It sent shivers down his spine and he felt a little prickle of fear.

 

His nightmare made total sense now. He had had a dream of a demon who came in the night to suck his blood clean out of him. Instead of a wound on his wrist tho this monster drank from his neck, ripping it open and letting his warm blood pool on the floor. It was terrifying, more than Shiro who just took what he needed. He peered around a moment later looking for the vampire but found he wasn’t in sight.

 

The next fleeting moment was anxiety, for Akira was late for work. He quickly ran to his phone seeing he had over 16 missed calls and quickly dialed his supervisors number. He quickly told her he had an accident the night before and was taking the day to rest up. He was well liked by her so she seemed alright with it and told him to get to feeling better soon and hung up. The rest of the day was sort of a blur but he remembered making himself something to eat, drinking lots of water, and reading lore online about what had happened to him. He found out that Shiro was a vampire, a blood sucking demon that fed from the blood of humans. It was a little disgusting but he wasn’t so afraid of him anymore now that he understood him more.

 

Then again, this knowledge wouldn’t even matter for as the days passed by and Akira’s life went back to normal the realization sank in he would never see Shiro again. This of course was sad to him, he was amazed by him and the incredible healing time for him after drinking from him that he wanted to ask more questions but of course, this wouldn’t happen.

 

Days passed, then weeks started to loom over his incident and that fresh wound became just a fresh scar as the event seemed to trickle from his life. The two little holes where those teeth had punctured him were the only last snippet of proof he had that the evening even happened.

 

A week or two had passed as Akira rushed from work heading home. He was more exhausted than ever, the busy night call had left him completely worn out. The hazel eyed man turned his feet toward his home, still wearing his scrubs for he was too tired and ready to be home to take them off. He didn’t car what anyone said or anything for they knew he worked at the hospital. The night life was busy like usual and he was unnoticed as he headed home from a busy day. Of course, he never thought that he would see that vampire again but as he rounded the corner, his keys hanging from his fingers he stopped dead in his tracks seeing a very bloody figure standing at his door.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

He called out his eyes looking behind him only to peer back at the figure infront of his apartment.

 

“Can I help you…? You look wounded?”

 

He was too far away to realize who it was but as he walked forward he recognized the odd clothing and had to blink to make sure he was seeing this right.

 

“Shiro…? Holy shit what happened to you?”

 

He rushed to the other male and looked up into his face seeing the blood trickling down his cheek. He shook his head a little and quickly unlocked his apartment before pulling Shiro into his home and dropping his things off by the door.

 

“What are you doing here? What happened to you?”

 

He had so many questions it seemed like and it didn’t look like Shiro was able to really answer. He guided the wounded vampire to his couch setting him down as he quickly pushed his hair aside looking at the huge wound on his forehead. He winced lightly and looked over to him with a worried expression.

 

“Why do we keep meeting like this?”

 

He sat down next to him and then peered to him once more. He knew what Shiro was going to ask of him and he didn’t mind giving it up long as Shiro could stop himself from taking too much. Akira knew that there wasn’t anything in modern medicine that was going to heal Shiro for good. He needed blood and he looked like complete shit. He knew that his blood would be the only thing to heal him quickly.

[Alichino]

Shiro listened for any type of sound that might come out of that apartment. If Akira was home he imagined that he was sound asleep, the bell would probably have woken him up. Disoriented he would’ve gotten up and out of the bed, fumbled after his balance and taken the steps towards the door and then he would’ve peeked through the peephole. Shiro imagined him hesitating, resting his hand over the doorknob/handle before deciding to open the door... However, none of that happened.

 

The vampire listened for any type of sound that could indicate that there was anyone living on the other side of the door, but... complete silence. Not even a simple groan because his precious sleep had been disturbed... Nothing. The apartment was empty and Shiro felt... what was it? Defeated? He had wanted to see the other, but since the apartment was empty, he was now faced with two choices: either stay here and wait for him or walk away to keep his promise of never seeing him again. In his weak state of mind he had come here on a simple thought of wanting to see that human again... Did he really think he was strong enough to walk away now simply because that human happened to be out for the moment?

 

Akira would be back sooner or later and since Shiro was in no condition to take any long trip out of here, he decided to take as long as possible to get familiar with his door. Taking in whether it had a doorknob or handle he stood there for a moment, just staring at it, as if he thought that would turn it around somehow, as if he thought that just staring at it the door would magically open. Well, considering vampire’s had a few strange abilities, opening doors like that probably wasn’t too farfetched.. So far Shiro had never been able to do it and he didn’t know any vampire that could so he figured that they probably couldn’t do something like that.

 

Just when he was starting to drift more into his own thoughts he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He recognized it in an instant, but he noticed that Akira hadn’t recognized him. How many people with long white hair were there in this town for him to confuse him for someone else? However, as soon as he got closer, the tone changed and Akira said his name.

 

Shiro didn’t have any time to respond to that before that question of what happened came at him again. He should’ve expected as much, but.. was he really ready to talk about it with Akira? Was that why he had come here, to talk about his miserable life? ... No. He came here to get away from it, not share it. He was a little surprised that Akira rushed up to him to look how bad the damage was and... those eyes... Damn, why did they have such power over Shiro? The vampire looked away for now since he felt if he stared at them any longer he probably would answer any question he was asking.... or worse.

 

The next he knew was that he was dragged into the apartment. Surprised that Akira hadn’t learned his lesson about inviting strangers into his home, but... appreciated to be out of that corridor and back into the nice place of his. Shiro followed Akira without much struggle even if it did hurt to be dragged by the man, but.. he was a vampire, pain was a second nature to him. He sat down on the couch, but was a little startled when the other pushed aside his hair to take a look at his wound at the forehead. He was so close... it wasn’t that Shiro didn’t like it, on the contrary.. The vampire wanted to keep him even closer to a point where Akira couldn’t escape from his embrace, but... It was weird that the human would do this out of his own will. Wasn’t he scared of him? Now that he no longer was too weak to get away, shouldn’t he be on his guard with the vampire?

 

Apparently not since the guard was nowhere to be seen. Akira seemed far from scared of Shiro as he even sat down next to him and again looked at him with such worried eyes. The human asked him another question that Shiro felt he couldn’t really answer. However, it did manage to make him feel a little guilty for putting the human through such a sight again. Akira shouldn’t go through this outside of his work... However, it felt different last time.

 

“Last time, you brought out your first aid kit, ready to help the wounded man in your apartment... This time, you just keep looking at the wounds.”

 

Shiro said and actually managed to bring out a soft smile as he looked at the other. He was thinking about something, the vampire could tell that much. Could he guess what he was thinking? Shiro glanced down towards the wrist where he had punctured the skin to get at his blood. Was he considering whether he should go through that again? ... Well, perhaps Shiro should lighten his mood a little bit about that.

 

“I’m not here to take more of your blood. I know I took my share the first time we met... but I must say that I’m glad you’re doing better.”

 

Shiro had taken a lot more than he needed last time and.. even though the demon inside of him was screaming at him to take the humans blood and be done with the pain, he didn’t want to do it. Last time he had made Akira as weak as Shiro was feeling now... Now he figured it was his time to be the weak one in the room. With that said, however...

 

“Although... it would be nice to have something to stop the bleeding. Do you have something besides your blood?”

 

Shiro asked as he felt like all of the blood he had managed to gather was just sipping out of him at the moment, it wasn’t however, but it wasn’t exactly the best feeling to have an open wound in his forehead... Not to mention all the glass that were still imbedded inside of the wounds in his arms.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Shiro seemed more than confused that he was there yet Akira didn’t mind. He just wanted to help. He felt that his kindhearted nature wouldn’t have just let him stay outside of his apartment bleeding out. Wait? Could a vampire bleed out? He didn’t know but he didn’t want to take a chance. He didn’t know how long the man had stood outside of his place, how many of his neighbors had seen him, or if he even had the cops called on him for being suspicious. He hoped no one had called the cops, he didn’t know how he was going to explain to them that this man would be fine after drinking some blood.

 

He didn’t know what he was thinking when he pulled him into his apartment. Maybe it was that he didn’t want anyone to see? Or that he didn’t want him bleeding all over his doorstep? Or maybe…it was the rush he had of being in the same room as a predator like Shiro. He didn’t know but he quickly kicked off his shoes and guided the other to his couch, hoping that he would be alright. His wounds were more severe this time and as the nurse was looking them over he realized that there was glass, lots of it. He didn’t know what it was Shiro kept getting himself into but it had to do with a window of sorts.

 

He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to talk to him with. However, he just sat there looking a little worried. Most likely his compassionate side in him just making sure someone was okay. When Shiro spoke he was a little shocked, he hadn’t said anything since they had seen each other again. After a week of not talking they finally were here. However, instead of asking to be helped by giving blood the vampire just seemed to laugh at him.

 

Akira opened his mouth a moment and then closed it. He looked away from the wounds as if Shiro saying he was just looking at them meant for him to stop. Then again he was able to catch a smile from him and he could feel a little thump of his heart. Wait? What? He looked away and sighed softly to say something but Shiro beat him to it again.

 

He insured him he was not here for his blood and that he was happy he was doing better. At this remark Akira absently ran a thumb over the growing scabs on his wrist. They would scar over and he remembered thinking about how happy he was that he would have some sort of proof to what had happened. Even if it was in the form of a scar that would be with him for forever. He had been so weak last time Shiro had drank from him that he wasn’t entirely ready to give it up again but he knew that it was the only way to heal him properly. He had to drink from him in order for him to get better.

 

When Shiro spoke again it pulled a light smile from Akira and he nodded.

 

“Yea…but I doubt it will matter.”

 

He stood and ran a hand through his hair as he walked to his bathroom getting the first aid kit. He walked back to Shiro and sat down next to him opening it up. He hummed lightly as he looked for what he needed and then lightly looked up to the other before lightly grabbing his hand and pulling his arm closer. He had tweezer like instrument in his hands as he moved to his arm as well as gauze. He held the gauze out to Shiro.

 

“Hold this on your head please, Keep pressue on it. I didn’t get this out because I assumed you had come for…well for what you came for last time.”

 

He paused a moment and fished out a piece of glass from the others arm, setting the bloody piece into the plastic lid of the first aid kit. He then moved to get another, his hands working quickly to get the pieces out without too much pain.

 

“Is it weird…that I was thinking about letting you?”

 

His eyes didn’t move from his work as he spoke for he felt a little embarrassed about it. He was so wracked with fear the first time that now, when he isn’t afraid, he wanted to see the magic of his blood work. He wanted to watch the wounds on his body start to heal and he wanted to see the miracle that is a vampire take place. Glass shard after glass shard fell into the lid until he was finished and held a piece of gauze on the wounds of the others arms.

 

 

“This is all pointless…you could just drink from me and be perfectly fine and go on about your life as if nothing happened…just like last time. So why sit through me aiding you when you could just…heal up in a matter of seconds?”

 

His eyes flicked up to Shiro’s and he moved a little holding out his arm. The gleaming skin of fresh healing on his wrist.

 

“You didn’t kill me the first time so why would you now? I can just…help you in a different way. Long as you don’t take too much. I can’t help that much here anyway…it cracked your skull so…we would have to go to the hospital to do anything about that. You’ll have internal bleeding into your brain if you don’t hurry.”

 

He talked as if it was nothing and maybe it was to him. With Shiro it wasn’t a matter of “will you get better” it was a matter of when. He could easily make all the pain go away and as he held out his wrist, willing to let Shiro drink from him he knew that he wanted to make the others suffering stop. He wanted to make everything better for him. Of course, this was the kind soul he was. He didn’t like to see others suffering, he didn’t like to see others in pain. If only he could heal everyone as easily…he would.

[Alichino]

Shiro had assumed Akira would’ve been thrilled to help him out with his wounds, getting out his first aid kit and help a fellow… person in need. He seemed so eager last time so why would this time be so different? More than the wounds being a little more severe, there were no difference were there? However, Akira seemed to hesitate, saying that it wouldn’t matter even if he did stop the bleeding. Shiro couldn’t really grab the logic in that, but thankfully he didn’t have to since the man still got up from the couch to grab the kit out of the bathroom. The vampire let out a relieved sigh as he looked at his cut arms. They didn’t look great. He was probably lucky that no one else had caught sight of him, however he doubted that anyone would’ve cared if they did. This was New York after all.

 

Akira wasn’t gone for long and he brought the kit with him as he sat down next to Shiro again. He observed him as he looked through it and he tilted his head a little bit when he heard the humming sound coming out of him. Was that normal for a human? No. He believed it wasn’t... it just was for this particular human. However, Shiro couldn’t help but to wonder why he was humming all of a sudden. Before he had seemed so hesistant, he even said that it didn’t matter whether or not he did this. How could he have said that when he’s looking so happy getting a chance to look over the things in his precious first aid kit?

 

Shiro’s smile grew as he watched him, eager to get to work on his arm and sort through all the glass. The vampire complied when he was asked to put pressure on the scar on his head, however he would’ve liked to get rid of all the dripping blood from it first since it was starting to feel pretty weird. However, that wasn’t really a problem since he could absorb the blood whenever he liked..... so why hadn’t he already? His vampire powers wasn’t working properly. The damage to his head shouldn’t have been so severe and it shouldn’t be dripping this much from a simple cut from his cheek either, but... It was. Was it just the fall or was there something else?

 

Shiro didn’t have time to think up an answer before his thoughts were interrupted by Akira who suddenly asked if it was weird that he was thinking about letting him..... Letting him what? Did Shiro miss something while he was wrapped in his own thoughts? Possibly, but considering that most of what Akira did was weird to Shiro he imagined that the answer was yes. However, he couldn’t really say that to the other so he just gave him a small smile that pretty much disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

 

With that, Shiro didn’t really want his head to wander too far again in case he would miss something important again. Therefore he continued to observe the other while he removed the shards from his arms. Akira seemed really wrapped in it all, not stopping until everything was out and... he tried to be as careful as possible. Shiro could feel everything that Akira did, but... he didn’t really mind. The small pain was refreshing, sad to admit, but it was nothing compared to what he had been going through earlier. However, perhaps it was just easier to go through while he was looking at Akira. He seemed so pleased with himself while he was helping Shiro to heal. Was it possible that the vampire had been more helpful to Akira, showing up here with more wounds for him to take care of? He didn’t really mind. As long as he got to look at that pretty face of his, he didn’t care how wounded he was.

 

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that Akira had the same outlook on it all. After all the pieces of glass had been taken out he was about to take it further in his care, but he stopped as he suddenly said it was all pointless. Shiro was surprised by the sudden change since Akira had seemed pretty pleased with himself up until this point, but... apparently the vampire must have read him wrong since now he was suddenly really resistant to helping him out any further unless he took some blood from him. Something that didn’t please the vampire and his anger showing clear on his face.

 

“Do you really want me to drink from you again? Even considering how weak you became after that time?”

 

Shiro couldn’t believe how willing he was at letting him drink from him again. Had he forgotten that he could barely stand after that, much less talk to him? All he wanted to do after that was to go to sleep.... However, what the vampire really should be shocked over was the fact that he didn’t take him up on that offer. Shiro glanced over at him, still with the anger glaring through his eyes, but... he was considering to take him up on another offer. He gave away a sigh as he tried his best to clean up his face with the end of his sleeve before he spoke again.

 

“You already knew that I could’ve healed up in seconds if I wanted to... Did you ever stop to ask yourself why I didn’t?”

 

Shiro suddenly grabbed on to the wrist he had once taken a bite from and he didn’t care how rough he held it. His eyes were still firing with anger as he looked at Akira. Offering a vampire your blood is a really stupid move, even if Shiro managed to stop himself last time, there really was no guarantee he would manage to a second time. Even so, how much more blood did Akira have to give him anyway? Could he withstand another round like that this shortly after the other? He was with no doubt overestimating both of them.

 

“I didn’t want to see you in such a weak state this soon after the first time. Last time you were the weak one, don’t you think it would just be fair for me to be weak this time? If I wanted a quick heal, I could’ve gone to anyone.”

 

After he said that last part, his look softened a little as he continued to take in the beautiful features in Akira’s face. It was true, if all Shiro wanted was to heal, then he could’ve gone to any other human in the city, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of walking here, so... what was he really after? Again he didn’t have time to think before he took action. Still holding on to Akira’s wrist, but with a looser grip around it, the vampire suddenly brushed his other hand against the human’s cheek. His slender fingers rubbed against his ear as the palm caressed the soft, warm skin over his cheek. He wasn’t really aware that he moved closer to the other while he felt that sensation. However, even if his movements were softer, his eyes still held some of that anger in them.

 

“Fine. If you don’t want to help bandaging my wounds, then perhaps you can help me gain some pleasure out of this.”

 

He said before pushing the human backwards, forcing him on his back while Shiro toppled over him. He didn’t exactly give him time to resist before he moved closer and pressed their lips together joining them together in a sweet kiss.

[Shisu-Chan00]

The vampire infront of him didn’t seem to mind his help. He had seemed hesitant in the first place about it. When he had finally asked it seemed that his vampire friend was lost in his own thoughts. He wanted to help him and the only way he could see that happening was letting him drink from him. He didn’t see that the other didn’t catch what he had asked but he wished he had so he could have furthered on it. Then again he was too busy taking glass out of the others arm to really care too much about it. He didn’t want to stop until it was all out, this making it easier for him to heal when he decided to. Of course, healing meant he would have to drink from Akira and it didn’t seem like he even wanted to. He didn’t answer his past question so did it even matter?

 

He brought it up again knowing that he couldn’t heal this man. It was easier to just heal him with his own blood than to go through all this trouble. Of course this made Shiro mad and he tilted his head lightly about to apologize when he heared what the other said.

 

“I-“

 

He wanted to answer but his wrist was suddenly grabbed and rather painfully too. He gasped out in pain as he flicked his eyes up to Shiro’s.

 

“Y-you’re hurting me…”

 

Akira breathed out as he felt the others grip tighten. He didn’t know what he was thinking about but he was angry. He could see the fire in his eyes and he knew that something was wrong. He felt like he wanted to cry he offered Shiro just his blood to help him and now he was going to hurt him? What a strange thing. He heard him talk and he looked away. He wouldn’t be so willing if he had drank too much from him. He knew that Shiro wouldn’t kill him or he would have already. That’s why he was so willing but none of that seemed to matter now did it?

 

He pulled on his wrist wanting it back only to hear tht he didn’t want to see him so weak. He looked up at Shiro and stopped struggling for a moment only to sigh softly.

 

“I…just wanted to help. Basic medicine won’t do any good…you won’t kill me so I trust you…”

 

None of his words mattered anyway did it? He noticed he had softened just a little and he blinked a few times up at him. He felt the grip on his wrist loosen and he looked up to Shiro as the others fingers reached up and moved across his cheek. He winced lightly now a little frightened because the other had gripped him so hard but after he realized he was fine he relaxed a little. He felt those fingers move up and rub against his ear and against his cheek. He noticed that Shiro was closer now, against him almost and he had to look up at him.

 

He could still tell he was angry, could tell that he wasn’t alright and of course the next words that fell from his lips mirrored it. When he was pushed down onto the couch a yelp left him and he looked up to him worried.

 

“What are you-“

 

His words were cut off by the other pressed their lips together. Akira was slapped with instant shock and confusion. He kissed him back instinctively but after a few moments he pulled away out of fear.

 

“What are you doing Shiro! I’m sorry I made you mad…I’ll bandage them I just thought…that would be more helpful.”

 

He felt tears forming in his eyes as he looked away his arms fighting against the others hands holding him down. He didn’t understand why he had been kissed or why he was being forced onto the couch but he knew he didn’t want to find out. His legs pushed up and his hips bucked against him.

 

“Shiro please…I’m sorry…I-I wanted to heal you properly and I can’t here…w-without a hospital I can’t…”

 

Tears threatened to leave him as he was worried Shiro was going to rape him or worse. He didn’t want to die, or be raped, or anything. He would rather the vampire just eat him and leave. His chest was rising and falling rather quickly as fear overtook him and worry balanced out the rest of him. He didn’t know why he had something like this in mind but he did.

[Alichino]

Shiro was certain that after offering him his blood, Akira would pretty much let him do anything. A kiss was something less valuable than his blood, so of course he would let him do that. If it would help him, the man wouldn’t refuse him, right? However, Akira seemed even more resistant towards that than anything else Shiro had done to him.

 

At first the other responded to the kiss and started to press his lips against his, but after only a moment of sweet shivers, a moment where their lips were joined together, a moment of feeling that warmth from his blood against his skin, Akira pulled away and in turn broke their short connection. Shiro, still with a fire in his still heart, wanted to continue the moment and he was on his way to force another kiss on him. However, the man started to speak up before Shiro could give him another kiss. Of course, that probably wouldn’t have stopped him... but the level of fear in his voice got him back on earth.

 

Akira hadn’t been scared when he had drank his blood, he hadn’t been this fearful of the vampire, not even when he offered his blood... However, as soon as he just took one simple kiss from him, the man got teary eyed and pleaded with the beast to stop. Once again, Shiro tilted his head and just observed as the other continued to explain himself, hoping that would calm the vampire down a little and release him from the torment. Did he believe he only did this out of anger? Was that really what he was doing? Shiro couldn’t quite tell. He didn’t feel like he had the time to think about something like that right now anyway. The man beneath him was about to cry over what he had just done and... Shiro couldn’t force him to do anything while he looked at him like that. He had a hard time remembering if Akira had been like this after the vampire had drank from him.

 

“Interesting. You seem willing to have your blood taken by me... but a kiss seemed to be taking things too far.”

 

Shiro said and the hand that had been caressing his cheek, was now brushing against those soft lips with the thumb. Shiro couldn’t help that he licked his own lips in hope that the feeling of the other’s would still be there. However, he soon came back to reality, rather disappointed that he hadn’t been able to take things further, he reluctantly backed away from Akira to give him some freedom. He released his grip around the wrist and he also stood up from the couch to give the man even further space than he needed. His instincts were telling him to walk away from there, leave this human and find someone else to help him heal, but... once again Shiro couldn’t leave so easily.

 

”I’m curious, what is it in that hospital you feel you need? You said it yourself, medical equipment can’t help me. Why are you so stubborn with taking me there?”

 

Shiro glanced at Akira for a moment, wondering if he even wanted to talk to him at this point, but... He hoped he at least could get an answer about that. Then perhaps, Shiro could answer some of Akira’s question he knew he had. If the man didn’t want to offer his whole body to him, then... perhaps they could exchange some answers to each other. Then, should Shiro answer the question of why he was so reluctant about a hospital in the first place?

 

“Since you know I need blood to heal, you must’ve figured out what I am by now. A hospital wouldn’t do me any good, it’ll only make things worse. Being that close to that much fresh blood everywhere... Never mind the diseases, that would be the least of their problems if you take me there. I might have control over my needs here... but a place like that... You must overestimate the control I have over my needs.”

 

Shiro explained, wasn’t really sure if the other was hearing a word of what he said after the shock and fear he just had. Perhaps this wasn’t the right time to chat or exchange answers... Well, if it were, it wouldn’t be the answers about bloody hospitals, it would probably be something about why Shiro had just kissed him, or why he was refusing blood, but... Since Akira had pushed about that place, Shiro had answered him about it. However, the vampire probably should’ve asked another question first. He glanced towards the door and wondered if he really should listen to his instincts for once. He had a feeling the human wanted him to leave, but... that wasn’t what the vampire wanted. He knew that if he left now, he wasn’t going to come back here. If Akira pushed him away, he would keep the promise he made the first time and not return to the human. Was that really what he wanted? Shiro decided that instead of making the decision by himself, he probably should ask Akira about it.

 

“Do you want me to leave? You didn’t seem that eager to get rid of me last time, but apparently I took things too far this time... Perhaps I should apologize for it, but I have a hard time regretting kissing you.”

 

Shiro said and couldn’t really look at the other while he was waiting for a response. Had he really taken things too far this time? He really hoped he hadn’t.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Akira was terrified. He hadn’t ever been with another man before…let alone someone of a completely different species than him. He was terrified about what it entailed for him…would he eat him? He didn’t know what Shiro was going to do but as those lips touched his own he hadn’t expected it. Maybe it was the feeling of being pushed down or the feeling of being held there against his will but he didn’t like it. The kiss wasn’t bad persay but he didn’t want to kiss Shiro just because the vampire was angry with him. The words that came from him made him stop moving a moment and he looked up at Shiro a little confused. Had he thought that the kiss was what frightened him? It was almost laughable.

 

A kiss didn’t scare him it was what pinning him down implied and the look in Shiro’s eyes was far from pleasant. He looked like he was going to eat him and there was just a very scary aura about the vampire in that moment that made him afraid. Shiro was something else, he could break his small fragile body in half without a second thought and he was told to not be afraid? He didn’t have much time to think about it as he felt a hand caressing his cheek move down and a thumb rub against his lips. He blinked a few times as he watched Shiro lick his lips as if he had just had a tasty snack. Akira may have been a virgin but he wasn’t completely unknown to this stuff. He had gotten pretty far without actually going all the way. How pathetic of him at his age to be a virgin. Well, he had slept with women but that was before he accepted he was gay.

 

He felt the others weight shift as he backed away from him and let go of his wrist. Akira pulled his arm against his chest and backed up into the couch more as far away from the vampire as he could get. He blinked a few times trying to get the water out of them. He listed as the vampire started to speak again. He bulked and sat up a little wanting to say something but Shiro was talking again. Then of course it all made sense. Akira was stupid he hadn’t even thought about the hundreds of humans with blood bags attached to them as well as the trauma section with wounded humans in there getting treated. Of course he didn’t want to go there it would be hell. Like being surrounded by your favorite food and being unable to eat it. He looked down a moment and sighed softly rubbing his fingers over the light scar on his wrist.

 

He wanted to speak wanted to say something but instead he stayed silent for a moment trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to say. Then of course came the question if he wanted the vampire to leave and his eyes flashed up with worry.

 

“No! I just…”

 

He paused a moment and looked away from Shiro with a sigh.

 

“I offered the hospital because you told me to treat you the modern way other than…offering my blood to you and the only way to do that is with the hospital. You really messed up your head…I don’t know if you know how serious the injuries are but they are bad. If you were human you would be dead. I didn’t even think about the possibilities of your…hunger getting the best of you at the hospital.”

 

He ran a hand through his hair and hugged his legs against his chest.

 

“Why…did you kiss me? Was it out of anger because I offered my blood to you? I just wanted to help…I don’t see why you won’t accept it if I’m offering it to you. Not like I would offer it to just anyone.”

 

He laughed softly and rested his chin on his knees. He didn’t know what was wrong with him or why he got so scared but it most likely was the look in his eyes. The worry that Shiro would take it too far, too far for him to forgive him. That anger that lingered in his eyes made him feel like he was capable of anything and wouldn’t stop until he was fully devoured.

 

“Sometimes you’re gentle with me and other times you’re…very rough. I just I don’t understand of course I would be afraid of you when you’re looking so…angry.”

 

He closed his eyes and looked away from Shiro hugging his legs closer.

 

“I do know what you are. I’ve been waiting for you for a week and a half hoping that I would see you again because I have so many questions that need answers. You just poofed away and said you wouldn’t ever come back and then you show up injured again and expect me to fix you but without the way that would take away the pain. If I didn’t trust you wouldn’t kill me I wouldn’t have offered…if you wanted me dead I would have already been dead.”

 

He peered up to Shiro and sighed softly looking away once more. He felt a little ashamed about it all. About the asking and getting upset about everything. He ran his fingers under his eyes getting rid of the last of the tears that lingered there. He could have only gotten upset because of his worry of what Shiro would do. Nothing else, not like he was really afraid of the vampire himself.

[Alichino]

A vampire should enjoy the moment when a human was afraid of them. Their heart was pumping and their survival instinct fed them such adrenaline that made their blood even sweeter. That sense of power to see someone curl up in a corner just because they were well aware that they had no chance against such a creature. It should feed the demon with such joy and yet, Shiro felt none of that. To see Akira back away from him in that instant didn’t at all make him feel powerful... He only felt disappointed in himself. He couldn’t really blame the other for reacting in such a way, even if it was interesting that he would allow him to bite him and drink his blood, but not to kiss him like that. Would he really prefer it if Shiro would’ve taken him up on the offer? He probably still would’ve been rough with him, but the outcome wouldn’t have been the same. So what sort of boundaries was he laying up for him?

 

Shiro was certain at that point that Akira wanted him gone from his apartment. Surely this time he would be glad not to see him again, even if the man probably wouldn’t say it out loud due to that sweet side of his. The vampire expected the human to hesitate, wanting to throw him out, but trying to find a better way to say it to not sound rude. To his surprise, Akira didn’t hesitate. His response was immediate and he didn’t need to think when he shouted out the “no”. For a moment, Shiro wondered if he had heard him correctly. Had he really said no just now? Didn’t he want him gone after pinning him down like that?

 

Akira continued after a small pause, however instead of reassuring Shiro that he really didn’t want him to leave or explaining why he didn’t want him to leave... He simply explained why he had been so stubborn about the hospital. Priorities. Or was it that he simply didn’t know why he wanted him to stay? Either way... it was a cute reaction.

 

“I never said such a thing. All I asked was to stop the bleeding, figured only a bandage of sort would do the trick. The rest of the healing would be taken care of soon enough...”

 

Shiro said with a small smile playing on his lips, still thinking about that cute reaction Akira had. However, as he remembered why he came here in the first place his smile disappeared again and he looked down at his hand for a moment. How damaged was he really? How damaged had he been before his healing powers had taken affect? Shiro really couldn’t tell and to hear Akira this worried about him... he really must be in a worse shape than he thought.

 

“You asked if I realized how bad the injuries were... From a human perspective, I guess I can’t. I don’t have a reflection so I can’t really see what it looks like, can I? All I know is that I’m still alive... Even if such a fall should have killed me. Figured the glass would do more damage to me than it did.”

 

Shiro didn’t know why he was still alive... Well, yes he did. He hadn’t taken his limits far enough and he probably had underestimated his healing abilities. What if falling from a building would never kill him? ... No. It must do that. Just from a higher point than he had done until now. Like Akira said, he was in a really bad shape. The injury in his head must look really bad and... What was it that really killed a vampire? More than sunlight?

 

Shiro was again about to disappear into his own thoughts again, but he was interrupted by a question he had expected would arrive much later than this. However, it came attached to another question he hadn’t expected to hear at all. Shiro didn’t hide his surprise over such a assumption because really it was pretty absurd. Kissing someone just because they were angry at them? Who did such a thing. Wasn’t violence the first source of anger? Akira should’ve been able to tell by the softness of the kiss that he had no intention of rape or violence when he did it. The anger he had felt before only helped in fulfilling his action without too much thoughts of the consequences.

 

“It’s simple: I wanted to kiss you, so I did. I’ve been in pain for so long... For once I wanted to feel some pleasure.”

 

Shiro said and couldn’t help to brush over his own lips with the knuckle of his index finger. He barely remembered the sensation of it, it ended too quickly that Shiro barely had any time to feel any pleasure out of it until he saw Akira’s crying face. That single kiss wasn’t enough for him and he wouldn’t mind doing it again... However, if he was to gain any type of pleasure out of it he either must ignore Akira’s feelings or not force it on him again.

 

Shiro didn’t have to ask what he preferred. When he pointed out that the vampire was both gentle and rough with him, it was tempting to ask which one he preferred just to have some fun, but... He doubted Akira would find it funny and it probably would only do worse about their relationship. Therefore Shiro decided to do something he probably should’ve done from the beginning. Apologize.

 

“I’m sorry... You just, don’t understand. Just because I was able to stop myself once doesn’t mean I’ll be able to do it again. Besides, I did take too much out of you the first time and I don’t think you’ll be able to handle another dose of that again. That’s why I thought of taking something we both could enjoy, but... it appears I was a little too greedy with that one.”

 

Shiro said and then gave away a sigh. He knew that he was repeating himself since he had said this to Akira once before and he hated repeating himself. However, just to get his message across perhaps he could do with a little repeating. Just for this time though.

 

However, when Akira started to say out loud everything Shiro had said and done to him... Yeah, it made him want to flee in that instance since he knew this wasn’t really his best moments. He hadn’t really shown his best self towards this human and to hear it all out loud, it didn’t feel good.

 

“When you say it like that it just sounds so bad. There are certain things I should’ve done, but other things I wanted to do instead. I shouldn’t have come back here, you’re better off without knowing of my existence. You could’ve wrote me off like some bad dream or something like that.”

 

Shiro had been taught to be discrete. He should only appear as a shadow, take what he need and then vanish never to meet with a human twice or feed into their sense of reality... Yet here he was, together with a human he had bitten a week ago. Oh if other vampires could see him now. Putting that aside, there was a sentence that started to echo inside of Shiro’s head and he couldn’t really get it to go away. Before Akira had started to go over every wrong thing the vampire had done, he had said something.

 

“You really waited for me this past week?”

 

Shiro asked, tried to ignore how lonely he probably sounded when he uttered that sentence. Even if it was only to get his questions answered, he couldn’t help but to feel a little happy that he had missed him as much as Shiro had.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Shiro’s response made him want to slap him. Of course Akira was going to treat him as a human even if he wasn’t one when it came to this stuff. Stopping the bleeding meant heal him, meaning stop it everywhere. A fall like that would cause internal bleeding to anyone else and yet this vampire was still here. He should have been hemorrhaging and have died already by blood loss from the wound on his head. A simple bandage didn’t just fix that. This vampire didn’t understand the complexities of human life and the worry that a human had. Even if he was a vampire of course he was going to worry. It as in his nature.

 

He shifted a little on the couch as the other smiled at him. Why was he smiling? He was being an asshole and expecting miracles. Why didn’t he want to drink from him? Was his blood not good enough that he wanted to get it from somewhere else? What was wrong with him that made Shiro want to heal at a later date? He felt useless, he couldn’t heal him with modern means and Shiro wasn’t going to drink from him for whatever reason. Being a doctor this was the worst feeling in the world to him.

 

Once again the answer that Akira got for if the man knew how bad he was wasn’t to his liking. Of course he couldn’t seein a mirror but he should be able to tell based off of the pain he was feeling. It wasn’t like vampires had no nerves right? They still felt the pain of a broken bone even as it healed. So instead he asked a different question that seemed to take the vampire off guard. I guess it wasn’t so simple to ask why he kissed him. Wasn’t that normal to ask? People didn’t just kiss you for fun.

 

He peered up at Shiro his eyes looking over his face as he spoke and the answer…shocked him. His eyes blinked a few times and he felt bad for even pushing him away. In his thoughts he assumed it was because the man was angry and wanted something out of him rather than…well…that. He looked down at his hands feeling slightly ashamed that he had painted such a dark picture of Shiro in his mind at that moment. He hadn’t hurt him till now so why would he start? It seemed this vampire had no intentions of hurting him and that was fine.

 

Akria’s eyes flicked up to Shiro as soon as he heard an apology. He tilted his head a little and smiled lightly at the others words finding it a little funny that he thought sex or anything close to it would be enjoyable with a walking corpse who was bleeding everywhere. He let go of his knees and stretched out his legs tilting his head once more. He heard him sigh and he couldn’t help but want to laugh but it was inappropriate. This creature was suffering and he wondered why. Life as a vampire must be…lonely.

 

Thankfully the last think Shiro said…was a question that made Akira feel lonely too. He sighed softly and leaned over to the coffee table grabbing the wet towel before he stood.

 

“Yes. I really waited for you.”

 

He walked to the vampire and leaned up gently pressing the towel to his forehead.

 

“You’re so…ugh. Why would you kissing me dripping with blood make me wanna kiss you back? It was terrifying!”

 

He smiled up at Shiro clearly making a joke to ease the tension.

 

“Listen…I’m sorry too. I don’t know why but…I guess I was afraid. You’re still so new to me I don’t know what to expect. I don’t mind…the kiss I just you’re really looking like shit. Plus…when you wouldn’t drink from me…I just felt like maybe something was…”

 

He paused and looked away a moment biting his bottom lip to try and find the words.

 

“I thought maybe something was wrong with me…that made you not want to drink from me again…like I wasn’t…good enough for you ya know? I just felt inadequate when you tell me you’re going to go drink off someone else…”

 

He laughed softly shaking his head.

 

“I bet you must think humans are silly creatures with such strange thoughts. Why would I want to get eaten by you? I don’t really know the answer myself and I wish I did so I could tell you but I don’t…just seeing you…change from this to well healed was amazing. I did that and I didn’t care that I was sick after. It was only for a day and I’m perfectly fine now. I even brought back supplies for a blood transfusion just…just in case you came back.”

 

He blushed darkly and looked away sighing.

 

“Call me stupid or whatever I didn’t want you to feel bad again…so I made preparations for…for if you came back and needed me.”

 

His eyes flicked up and collided with Shiro’s and he smiled a little.

 

“I’m sorry…you sound so sad…”

 

He reached up and hugged Shiro tightly, burying his face into his shoulder.

 

“I’m nothing special and I’ll obviously die before you…but if you ever need someone you can come to me. You don’t have to be alone anymore Shiro. I get why you won’t drink from me and I understand…why you kissed me even. I’m just sorry for freaking out on you and making you feel like shit for it. Forgive me?”

 

He asked his words muffled against the others clothing but being a vampire he wasn’t worried Shiro would hear. He knew it wouldn’t be hard for him to tell.

[Alichino]

Shiro wasn’t a human. He didn’t get wounded like a human and therefore he didn’t heal like a human. Akira must’ve understood that, so why he kept insisting of treating him like a human was beyond any reasonable thought. Sure, he knew that Shiro needed blood to heal properly so he should understand that any medical treatment would just be wasted on him. He could heal without drinking Akira’s blood, it would just took a little longer and was a bit more painful. Obviously Akira didn’t understand it and he didn’t seem to want to understand it. Shiro got the feeling that no matter what he did or said he would still get the normal treatment a human in his condition would…. If he kept resisting his blood that is.

 

At this point Shiro didn’t know what to expect out of Akira. He still waited for his response, but so far the human didn’t seem to happy with anything that was coming out of Shiro’s mouth. His gaze clearly told him that he was upset about not letting him heal him properly and that look seemed glued on to his face throughout Shiro’s reckless explainations. The mirror part was just that vampire’s feelings of injuries were different from a human, Shiro didn’t really feel too much pain and could easily ignore it if he had to. That was why he felt he needed a mirror to reflect how it looked to a human since, no he couldn’t feel a broken bone as well as a human could. However, that explanation was not good enough for Akira.

 

Shiro thought that he had doomed himself, he had screwed up everything just by himself this time and this would be the last time he ever saw Akira, for real this time. However, if you looked at it with reason, then this probably was the best for them. A human and a vampire couldn’t be together after all, it was foolish of Shiro to believe otherwise… Then, Akira’s face softened suddenly. Right after the vampire apologized and started talking about why he actually had been kissing him. Shiro thought that much would be obvious, but apparently it wasn’t. Judging by the shocked look on Akira’s face, he clearly hadn’t expected that out of him.

 

And then came the question. The question that Shiro wanted an honest answer to and not some lie just to make him feel better. He really had no idea what to expect, but he got rather impatient waiting for the humans response. First a soft sigh, then he leaned towards the table to pick up a towel and Shiro’s followed his every move until he finally spoke up. Yes. He really had been waititng for him. Maybe it was something that most people would consider small, but… it still made Shiro pretty happy to hear.

 

He flinched a little when Akira put the towel on his forehead, but he soon accepted the feeling and didn’t resist the sudden touch. Then came something he really didn’t expect. Akira was trying to ease the tension… with a joke. It wasn’t really a good one though and if he didn’t act it out as a joke, it could be seen as something pretty hurtful to Shiro. However, since it wasn’t supposed to be taken seriously, Shiro just smiled at him and thought two could play that game.

 

“You didn’t seem to mind it the first couple of minutes of it.”

 

He said, reminding the other that he actually had kissed him back before he pushed him away. However, jokes aside, Shiro knew that he probably should’ve thought about that one more before he did it. He did brush some of the blood away from the face so he figured it would be OK because of that, but… For a human it probably wasn’t. Shiro hadn’t really had a problem with too much blood during sexual activities so he hadn’t really thought how a human would react to it.

 

He wanted to tell Akira that himself, but the man continued with what he wanted to say, getting a little bit more serious than his earlier joke and when he paused for a moment, Shiro just tilted his head, telling him that he was listening to every word he was saying and he wasn’t going to interrupt… no matter howw ridiculus it may sound. And it all was clearly ridiculus. Thinking that there was something wrong with him just because he didn’t want to drink his blood? Oh yeah! Shiro don’t want to make me bedridden again, there must be something wrong with me. Humans really did think the most silly thought sometimes. Shiro really did want to interrupt him right there and tell him that he shouldn’t think those thoughts, but again the man didn’t leave him any space to say anything back.

 

Akira continued however and this time it was Shiro’s turn to be shocked. What exactly had he done while he waited for the vampire? How far was this man willing to go just to help people? Shiro didn’t really know if he should feel glad or concearned for this extra mile. For now, he just needed to clear some things up now that he was finally taking a breath between sentences.

 

“You know… You really should taking me not drinking from you like something special. It means that you’re not just some meal or means to get my strength back. Like I said, I could’ve gone to anyone else, but I didn’t… However, next time I probably will go to someone else before I come here. That way you don’t need to freak out over my wounds anymore.”

 

Shiro couldn’t stop himself from adding in the last sentence. He didn’t do it to make Akira feel bad about himself and the actions he had done, he just… Shiro didn’t want to treat the man as just another meal, he could do that to anyone else, but Akira wasn’t anyone else. He prooved it when he didn’t run away the minute he saw him again and again when he went as far as fixed a blood transfusion into his own home. What kind of human went ahead and did that?

 

“To think you went through all that trouble for someone you weren’t even sure would come back. Were you disappointed when you didn’t get to use any of your preperations even when I did come back?”

 

Even if Akira said he did it all because he didn’t want Shiro to feel bad, the vampire wasn’t conviced he had done it for him. After all, the feeling of being able to heal someone with just their blood was something new for him. He had felt important, special, probably even more so than he wants to admit… So had he done all those preperations for Shiro, or had it done it so he can experience that feeling again? Even though Shiro wanted an answer to that question, he knew better than to ask him directly about it. Humans were fragile after all and Shiro was sure Akira wouldn’t be able to handle such a question, even if he did he probably would just lie to him since he didn’t want to appear selfish. He just wanted to help people since that made him feel good about himself.

 

The demon part in Shiro would love to dig out those selfish feelings though… Would love to rip him apart and show a darker side of himself… That was why he was considering drinking from him again. Take his blood, let the human feel that special feeling again before he took everything away from him. At a moment like that, he wouldn’t kill him. No, a human like this deserved something better. A better treatment for someone who enjoyed helping people to this extent. Something long lasting. Something tourmenting.

 

After a couple of minutes of entertaining the idea, Shiro snapped out of it and shook his head at it all. He couldn’t do it. He shouldn’t do it. It was the demon part of him that wanted to tourment the human, but that wasn’t everything that lived inside of him. Shiro got back to the present and shook every bad thought away from his mind and then he finally locked eyes with the other once again. Finally getting back to the present in time to feel Akira… hug him?

 

Shiro couldn’t help but to get a little stiff since he really hadn’t expected such a reaction at all... Especially not after he was thinking of tormenting him. However, there he was with his arms gently wrapping around him and embracing him in a sweet hug. How could any creature, living or dead, resist such a cute response. Shiro began to relax as he could feel the other’s heartbeat against his chest and he couldn’t resist the urge of hugging him back. Again a smile made itself comfortable on Shro’s lips, but it soon faded as he heard, without much problem, Akira… apologizing? Apologizing for what? Wasn’t Shiro the one who should apologize?

 

“I wasn’t expecting an apology from you… Probably because I don’t feel you did anything wrong. It’s only natural for you to freak out, right?”

 

Shiro took a deep breath to cleance all of his thoughts for a second, clearly taking in what Akira was actualy saying and actually asking of him. The vampire didn’t like to appear voulnerable so the fact that Akira had picked up on how lonely he was feeling and was now offering a place for him to go to… it did hurt his pride a little bit. However, he tried pushing all of that to the side since it was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

 

“Being a vampire for so long, I guess I’ve forgotten most of what being a human is like. I’ve been spending a lot of months thinking nothing more of humans than just a source of strength, but… I think I want to start breaking that pattern… with you.”

 

Shiro said, with a smooth and soft voice. Then he placed one of his hands, gently under Akira’s chin and lifted his head up so their eyes would meet once again, showing off a more gentle smile with just a small ounce of mischief.

 

“Thanks. For offering your shoulder for me to cry on.”