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Infected	By : Himitsu_no_Tokumei Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Bitten
Riku looked down at the boy leaning on his shoulder. Asleep on his shoulder. Stupid, Sora. He was the one who wanted to watch The Little Mermaid, not that Riku knew why, and now he was snoozing halfway through it, with the remote too far away for Riku to reach to turn it off without waking the brunette.
Sighing, the silverette thought back to the night a couple days over five weeks ago now, when he had gotten together with the spiky-haired boy. “We can be together, right? It doesn’t matter that we’re both boys, right?” He should have asked if it was alright that he was a vampire, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Sora. “Because I really need you, Sora. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be separated, especially from you. You don’t know how much this feels like a dream, and I just hope I don’t wake up and find you don’t really love me.” It still felt like a dream, even as the brunette stirred back to life.
“Mmmnn… Riiiku…” Sora moaned quietly, burying his face in said male’s shoulder to try and prolong sleep. If it wasn’t for the fact that Sora always moaned when he woke up, Riku might have thought the boy was dreaming of something… promiscuous. “You smell good,” the brunette mumbled, half asleep.
“Yeah, yeah, Sora,” Riku mumbled in reply, burying his face is his boyfriend’s hair. “You smell pretty good yourself.” The silverette smirked, knowing he would get the desired reaction from his partner.
Sora’s head shot up, Riku deftly dodging the object, to reveal his dark blush. It was so fun to tease Sora about his sleep talking. “W-why do you do that?!” the flustered male half-yelled, slamming his fists several times on the older teenager’s chest.
“I was only being honest,” he cooed. “You smell absolutely delectable.” Shut up, Riku! That’s your thirst talking! Do you want to go all red-eye on Sora?! his mind screamed, his body shuddering at the thought.
“You okay, Riku?” his companion asked, tilting his head slightly. Sure Riku had been acting more normal now (since he was starting to get used to the fact he had to drink blood to survive), but he still had his awkward moments.
“Yeah, I am, but you aren’t,” he replied. “You are tired, and you have school tomorrow, right? I should carry you up to bed.” Without waiting for a reply, Riku stood and picked Sora up bridal style in one movement, bringing his mouth down to capture the latter’s already abused lips. Not breaking the contact, he made his way down the hallway towards the brunette’s room, not hitting anything only because he and Sora used to run through the house blindfolded when they were little and he still remembered where everything was.
Finally opening the door to the younger’s bedroom (he had difficulty with the doorknob), Riku quickly tossed the boy onto his bed, hastily joining him. On all fours, the brunette’s hands pinned above his head by one of Riku’s pale hands, the silverette leaned down and deftly took his mouth again, Sora eagerly reciprocating it. Weaseling one of his hands free, the younger male occupied it in Riku’s soft hair, softly massaging the scalp. Moaning at the attention, Riku nipped and licked his boyfriend’s lower lip, begging for entrance and receiving a higher pitched moan in return. Opening his mouth and angling his head to the side slightly, Sora’s tongue darted into the silverette’s mouth before the latter had the chance to do that with the former.
His taste buds screamed at him in ecstasy, for in the whole five weeks they had been dating their tongues normally met in his mouth, not Riku’s. Sora had found a week ago that Riku tasted sharp, like cheddar just without the cheese, kind of sweet, but with a hint of bitterness that almost reminded him of the breeze in a graveyard. Still, he thoroughly enjoyed the taste, and indulged in it until Riku forced them back into his mouth instead. The silverette’s tongue lapped as his, half-twisting around it to send an erotic chill down the smaller male’s spine.
It was then that Riku pulled away, shaking slightly and desperately trying to control himself. I can’t believe how close I almost came to biting him! He berated himself, getting up off the brunette and sitting on the edge of the bed. He had been fully enjoying their activities, just as Sora had, but as the boy’s tongue ran over the inner walls of his mouth it stimulated some type of response that had him devising where his fangs should go. He was currently struggling with keeping the red from his eyes.
“Riku, what’s wrong?” Sora asked, worried. Did I do something wrong? His asked himself.
“It’s nothing really,” the vampire replied, trying to sound comforting. “It’s getting late, and you are tired. I should just go.” He went to stand, but a tanned hand stopped him.
“Riku… You’re not… getting tired of me, are you?” the boy asked, looking down and away.
“What?” Riku gasped, afraid. “What gave you an idea like that?”
“Well… it’s just that you do this every Wednesday, and it’s starting to worry me…” Sora replied honestly. “You’re not…” He snapped his head up to look into Riku’s swirling teal eyes. “You’re not… cheating on me, are you?”
The breath Riku had finally gotten into the habit of taking stuck in his throat. “What…? Cheating on you?! No! Sora, no, I’m doing anything like that!” Riku panicked, one of those panics where it was obvious the speaker was telling the truth. “I would never cheat on you!” he said, freeing his wrist so he could lean down and comfortingly pull Sora into a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Sora replied. A few seconds later, he yawned. “You should be getting home now, right?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, after school,” the silverette assured.

Riku growled softly at himself, gingerly wiping the blood trail from the corner of his mouth. Feeling disgusted by the display in front of him, a young man laying against the alley wall, head lulled to the side with two, rapidly healing, puncture wounds on his neck, his pale fist swung and connected solidly with the wall. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted by the fact blood tasted good, disgusted that he was coming to accept the act, disgusted that could do nothing about it. The little consolation he had was that his victims (other than Kai—no, Kairi too) were druggies or thugs or criminals of some kind. He wasn’t hurting some innocent person who just happened to be in the wrong place. He also had the knowledge that no one died (except that guy Ansem killed) because of his activities. Kairi was proof of that. She was his smallest (weight-wise) meal, and he drank more from her than any other out of jealousy, and she was lightheaded the first day but fine after that. He had also read somewhere that humans could regenerate a pint of blood every 4 weeks about, and he only had to drink about a pint; no more than the Red Cross took.
Taking off down the alley towards his home, a bright light distracted him. “I-impossible!” he breathed, staring at the sign that said Castle Oblivion, the host bar he used to work at. “I-it’s been out of commission s-since I killed Ansem. W-who?” Scared of the answer, but too curious to admit it, Riku’s feet steadily brought him closer to his old work place.
Voices could be distinctly heard through the old, wooden door and Riku tentatively pushed it open, rusty hinges creaking loudly. The cautious teen almost bolted at that instant, but he had to be sure. He had to make sure Ansem was truly dead.
“I’m sorry, but we’re not open yet,” a cheerful blonde… well… cheered, right in his face. He had a weird combination of a Mohawk and a mullet on his head, shining blue eyes, suddenly looking at him curiously. “Ah, come in!” he, again, cheered, grabbing the silverette’s wrist before he could protest and dragging the protesting male over to another worker, this one with slate-colored hair that hid a half of his face. “Look Zexion, looky looky!”
The other male looked up from his book, bored. “What is it this time, Demyx?” he asked, clearly annoyed with the blonde.
“Look Zexy! He’s a vampire too!” Demyx (once again) cheered.
Riku suddenly panicked, wrenching his wrist from the blonde’s grip and taking several quick steps back. His eyes instantly went red, ready for some kind of fight.
“Calm down, Snowy,” a very feminine yet obviously male voice behind him cooed. “We aren’t trying to pick a fight here.
Whipping around, Riku found himself face-to-face with what he guessed was another vampire. “What did you call me, Pinky?” the scared teenager hissed, trying to look intimidating and not show his fear.
“Marluxia, you’re not helping!” a fourth voice yelled from the kitchen. “Now get your flowery ass back in here and help me!”
“Ah, coming Vexen,” the pink-haired male that must be Marluxia whined, skipping (yes, skipping) towards the kitchen.
“That’s what you said this morning…” Demyx muttered, receiving a smack on the back of the head from Zexion. Riku was quite surprised he was following the names so easily.
“Maturity, Demyx. We talked about it two hours ago,” the slate-haired male said. To be honest, they all (or the three he had seen) looked like teenagers, but he wasn’t sure if he could trust his eyes with vampiric age.
“You’re no fun sometimes, Zexy,” the mullet-headed blonde pouted, Riku catching the flinch Zexion involuntarily did at the nickname this time.
“So, Snowy, are you going to divulge your name, or not?” Zexion asked, receiving narrowed eyes from Riku. “Can you at least say why you’re here? Because if it’s for a fight, you are sorely outnumbered, and you obviously aren’t a Blue Eyes.”
The last bit confused him, and it showed temporarily on his face before it faded and he relaxed a little. These guys (was Pinky really a male?) didn’t seem threatening. “Who runs this place now?” he asked slowly, bracing for some kind of conflict. To say he was wary of vampires would be an understatement. His only other encounter with one was obviously less than pleasant.
“Back room,” Zexion stated, waving his arm in the direction of Ansem’s office before going back to his book.
Leary to turn his back to them, but not willing to let them know he was unnerved, Riku turned sharply and walked agitatedly towards the all-too-familiar door. Not even knocking, the silverette slammed the door open, impatient to see if that bastard was still alive.
He nearly collapsed as he looked upon his sire.
Scratch that, he did collapse, his knees no longer holding up his weight. Ansem looked over at the uninvited visitor cruelly for a second before intrigue overtook them and he stood from his desk.
The movement broke Riku out of his paralysis and he leapt back a couple feet, backing up two steps for every one Ansem took, his breathing (which had now become a habit) becoming ragged and uneven. He held it completely when his back touched the cold stone wall.
“Now then, what do we have here?” Ansem asked, though his voice was slightly different. “Can you tell me your name, possibly?”
Riku hissed angrily at that, baring his fangs in hostility. “Like you don’t know!” he yelled, putting all his malice behind the words. The blonde and gray-blue-haired vampires looked over at him, the two from the kitchen peeking into the room as well, and a sixth set of eyes watching from the office doorway. “I thought I killed you, you bastard!”
Ansem stopped for a second before smirking and snickering. “Ah, so you’re the one who got rid of him, huh?” he asked, his laughter sending unpleasant chills down the silverette’s spine. “Ah, come on, kid, what’s your name?”
“Do I really need to remind you, Ansem?” Riku spat, venom in the name. Demyx (who was the only one of the six who had yet to figure out who Riku was talking about) suddenly realized what was going on, and giggled, stopping when Riku sent him a cold glare. Zexion gave him an equally cold stare, moving in front of the blonde.
“I am not Ansem,” the other silver-haired male said simply. “Actually, I should thank you for dispatching my brother.”
“Brother…?” Riku asked, not sure if he should readily believe this man but feeling a bit of shame at the same time.
“Yeah,” the Ansem-look-alike said, chuckling at the teen’s mistake. “My name is Xemnas, and I would like to welcome you to Castle Oblivion, young vampire.”
Riku flinched at the title, looking down. “Riku,” he said. “My name is Riku.”
“Okay, Riku,” Xemnas said, trying to take another step closer but getting only a hiss in reply as the silverette’s head shot up. “No need to be defensive. You can work here if you want. Call me prejudice, if you will, but I only hire my own kind.”
“I know this place well enough for my liking,” Riku brooded.
Xemnas took a moment to observe the boy in front of him. “Ansem turned you, didn’t he?” he asked, Riku’s stiffening all the response he needed. “If that’s the case, it would be my duty to take you in and-”
“I’m fine on my own!” Riku snapped. “I’ve been fine on my own for the last two months!”
“Riku, calm down,” Demyx said, trying to get closer to comfort the teenager.
“I didn’t ask for this!” he yelled.
“That doesn’t—well, didn’t—matter to my brother,” Xemnas stated, moving to the door and opening it. “My door is also open to you, brethren.”
Nodding mutely, Riku quickly made his way out the door and away from that place. It was so much less threatening now, but he wasn’t ready to join those other vampires.
Yet.

Riku sat on Sora’s bed, waiting for his brunette to return. It had been five days since his run in with the crew at Castle Oblivion. He was really starting to regret his words, wondering how much longer he really could survive on his own, without anyone to share the burden of his new life with. He wanted to tell his boyfriend, but at the same time was afraid of losing him.
The door opened slowly, Sora slipping in through the crack, with muttered words from Roxas flowing in after him. “What did you have to leave for?” Riku asked, patting the bed beside him, the energetic male hopping over to land in the spot and lean over onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Nothing important, just Mom’s usual lecture,” Sora explained, nuzzling the spot where Riku’s neck met his shoulder, the silverette’s expression obviously asking for more details. “You know, just the whole, ‘Be sure to use a condom if you two are going to have sex.’” Riku choked on air at that, looking over with his face flushed with embarrassment.
Now, just to clear things up, Sora’s mom was very observant, and realized by the third day that they were dating. She, of course, then called her best friend (Riku’s mom) and informed her. So, now both families knew.
“What, doesn’t your mom tell you that?” Sora asked, innocence lacing his words. That tone was the one Riku hated the most, for he felt guilty for dirtying it with his mouth. His mouth that consumed blood.
“No, I don’t get lectures from her, Sora,” Riku replied.
“Really?” the brunette asked slowly, getting closer and closer to his prize.
“Yeah,” Riku answered equally slow, barely getting the words out before Sora cut him off with a chaste kiss. Grinning, the silverette heated things up a bit, lowering his partner to the bed and licking his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Sora immediately granted it, moaning as their tongues touched. Riku lapped at his boyfriend’s tongue for another short moment before going reacquaint himself with the rest of the inner cavern walls. A pale hand made its way up under the dark shirt, softly caressing the skin on its journey towards the small peaks he knew were on the brunette’s tanned chest. Riku’s other hand occupied itself in Sora’s hair, gripping the gravity-defying strands harshly.
Sora hissed as slim fingers pinched his nipple, massaging the erect peak agonizingly slow. Swirling his tongue in the younger male’s mouth and mixing the saliva, Riku pulled back slightly, grinning at the trail of drool starting at the corner of the brunette’s mouth, running down his cheek, and, ultimately, to his neck…
A hand roughly pulled Sora’s head to the side, Riku’s head dipping down to place light kisses over his beating pulse. Sora shivered in pleasure at the sensation, knowing what Riku was planning to do next.
Or so he thought.
The silverette had given him hickeys before, but none of them were this painful! He didn’t realize it wasn’t a hickey Riku was giving him.
Hovering over the pulse, the scent of his boyfriend overwhelmed him and Riku greedily sank his fangs into Sora’s neck. Hot liquid rushed into his mouth at the puncture of the jugular vein; Riku had no desire to cause Sora to faint. A tanned hand meshed with his hair, lightly tugging on the silverette’s head in a plea for him to stop.
“Riku… Ow, it hurts…” Sora whispered, blocking back tears. “Riku, please stop,” he whined in pain. Relief washed over a minute later, though the pain wasn’t fully gone yet.
Riku stared at the blankets in horror. What have I done? Did I just… drink Sora’s blood? Fear washed over his as he slowly turned to see the two healing puncture wounds, a small trail of blood and saliva running down from each of them. No, no, no! What have I done?! “Oh, gods…” he breathed, sitting up immediately and looking down at Sora’s pain-filled eyes with his crimson ones.
“Geez, Riku, what did you do?” the brunette protested, bringing a hand up to rub his sore skin. The wetness of it queued him into something, and he withdrew his hand to see the blood residue there. Panicking slightly, he stood without looking at his boyfriend and bolted from the room, across the hall, and into the bathroom. Examining the right side of his neck in the mirror, Sora gasped.
Those were definitely fang marks!

It had taken him several minutes to calm down, going over the events of the previous moments. Oh gods, Riku’s a vampire! He had walked into his room and talked to Riku. They had started kissing and making out. Riku was really gentle at that point. Then Riku broke away from the kiss for a second, and something changed. His grip became rougher… And then Riku bi… bit him… and drank his blood. Oh gods… Riku. Is. A. Vampire. I’m dating a vampire!
Does that really matter? A voice asked, breaking Sora from his panic.
He thought that over for a second. No, he finally came up with. It doesn’t change anything. Riku is still Riku. There was a pause for a second before a dreadful thought came to him. And Riku’s probably beating himself up for this right now!
The silverette would have been sitting still, had he not been shaking so uncontrollably. He clearly heard the hurried footsteps approaching him, but could only look away. “Look, Sora… I’m sor-” A gentle hand made him freeze in his tracks, especially when that hand snaked around his body with the other one to envelope him in a hug.
“Shh, shh,” the brunette whispered soothingly in his partner’s ear, hoping to calm him down. “It’s okay, Riku. It’s okay. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”
The silverette stiffened, finally looking over at the younger male, who had accidentally turned just enough to expose the half-healed bite wound. “I’m a vampire, Sora,” he tried to counter. “I… I fucking bit you. My goddamn fang marks are in your neck. And… And… I already was a vampire when I started dating you and I just didn’t tell you because I was scared and confused and I didn’t ask for this!”
“If race mattered I wouldn’t have fallen for you,” Sora stated, stroking the boy he hoped would stay with him’s hair.
“But Sora… I could… again…” he started, voice drifting away.
“I’m okay right now, see?” he asked, cheerfully hopping back to show his unsteady balance. “Okay, maybe a bit weak, but I’ll be okay.” Riku didn’t look convinced. “Riku, you can’t change what you are. And what you are is kind, and loyal, and sweet, and caring. As well as pessimistic, angsty, brooding… and a vampire. Look, it’s no-”
A large crash! cut him off, glass flying into his room as something—no, someone—burst through the barrier.
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