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At midnight, Tadashi is summoned to Ainosuke’s office and he goes, already knowing what it means.
Just outside the office door, his nose picks up the smell of tobacco, Ainosuke's cologne, and, most potent of all, his hunger. It makes Tadashi's gut tighten with a mix of anticipation and dread. When he enters, the room is dark except for the half-moon peeking through the curtains. Even so, Tadashi's eyes let him see as clear as day. Ainosuke sits in his chair behind the desk, his cheek resting lightly against a fist and his red eyes faintly glowing in the dim light. Tadashi stops in front of him with a bow as Ainosuke takes a draw of the cigarette held between his elegant fingers.
“You called for me, Ainosuke-sama?” Ainosuke blows a plume of smoke towards him and Tadashi tries not to breathe too deeply.
“I’m thirsty," he drawls. Tadashi doesn't look up. Instead, he focuses his attention on the patterned carpet to distract himself from the overflowing scent of his master drawing him in.
“I’ll get you a blood bag from the kitchens right away—”
“I don't want a blood bag," Ainosuke says with derision, "I want to drink from you." They both know there are countless bags of virginal blood downstairs from every flavour and vintage of human imaginable — only the very best for the Shindo family. He could even have a human to drink from within a couple of hours if he wanted, someone pure and willing. But somehow, every so often, Ainosuke gets a taste for Tadashi's blood and nothing else will do. Tonight is one of those nights. “Come here, Tadashi." The figurative leash is pulled and Tadashi goes to him, his feet moving silent on the plush carpet. Ainosuke stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the desk. Tadashi hesitates momentarily before he slips off his jacket and begins rolling a cuff to expose the tender skin of his inner wrist. “Not there,” Ainosuke commands firmly. Tadashi stops, feeling the prickling sensation of Ainosuke’s gaze sweeping over him assessingly. “The carotid tonight," he murmurs decisively and Tadashi's mouth goes dry.
“Ainosuke-sama,” he protests, weakly, “even with the collar, it’s not easy to hide. If your family sees, there will be consequences. Please consider—”
“I wasn’t asking, puppy,” Ainosuke interrupts teasingly. He has an indulgent smile on his lips, like this back and forth is just the entertainment before his meal. Tadashi's throat bobs as he swallows. Will tonight be the night when everything comes crashing down? When Ainosuke takes and takes until there's nothing left of the old him? Even with that thought in mind, Tadashi doesn’t hesitate to obey. The supple red leather collar at his neck unwinds easily beneath his hands. It's mostly for show, an indicator of his status in the Shindo household, though Ainosuke has found “functional” uses for it in the past. He places the collar on the desk, then undoes his tie to follow suit.
"Very good, Tadashi," Ainosuke murmurs when he unbuttons his shirt to his sternum, pushing the clothing aside to reveal his pale throat. Tadashi shivers as the praise travels down each step of his spine. Ainosuke uncrosses his legs, his intent clear. "Sit."
"Yes, Ainosuke-sama." Tadashi climbs into his lap, straddling his master's legs with his own. Ainosuke's hand reaches up and sinks into his hair. Each stroke across his scalp sends a tingling sensation across his skin. Tadashi drops his head forward with a whine until his forehead rests against Ainosuke's shoulder. Being petted like this always brings out the most base instincts in his blood: the desire to please his master, to protect him, but also to claim him for his own. Here the scent of his cologne is stronger, but so is the smell of his sweat. Tadashi resists the urge to nose along the collar of Ainosuke's shirt to chase it. When he's boneless, Ainosuke's hand cups the base of his skull, tilting his head back to expose his throat. Tadashi can see his hungry expression through half-lidded eyes.
"So beautiful," Ainosuke murmurs with a sharp grin before he leans in. His mouth trails hot along the column of Tadashi's throat, searching for his thrumming pulse. Tadashi closes his eyes; he knows how this goes.
He gasps when Ainosuke's fangs finally pierce the delicate skin of his neck. Pleasure blooms inside him, sharper than any pain, before the world softens to a dreamy muted quality. He feels warm and safe in his master's lap, like he could curl up and stay there forever. But deeper than all of it, Tadashi’s blood rushes with everything that exists between them. Devotion. Desire. Love. Ainosuke drinks and drinks and drinks. He’s being rougher than usual, his fangs tearing a little deeper, the blood flowing on like a flood. Tadashi feels a warm trickle down his neck, which is strange because Ainosuke is usually so fastidious as to not waste a drop. He feels lightheaded, his vision darkening at the edges. Minutes pass and Ainosuke doesn't stop. Maybe Ainosuke really is going to make a casualty of him tonight and force his hand at long last. However, the panic he feels is very far away, like it's at the bottom of a very high cliff.
Tadashi moans when Ainosuke finally pulls away from him. As soon as he does, the wounds in his neck begin to close, enough at least to stop the immediate bleeding. He sways a little in place, steadied only by Ainosuke's arm around him. When Tadashi's vision clears, all he can see is his master's bloody smile. Ainosuke's hand reaches down and cups the front of his trousers, bringing his attention sharply to his arousal.
"Oh, are you hard, Tadashi?" Ainosuke comments innocently, as if this doesn't happen every time they do this. Tadashi can smell Ainosuke's desire for him thick in the air and his body responds, moving more on instinct than anything else. Their mouths crush together messily, Tadashi licking his own blood from Ainosuke's tongue. His hands scrabble at his clothes and, in his impatience, the front of Ainosuke’s shirt is torn away and the strap of his leather belt snaps.
"Impatient pup," Ainosuke huffs against his mouth, but he doesn't sound displeased. When Tadashi finally reaches beneath the numerous layers, Ainosuke's cock is thick and hard in his hand. His mouth waters at the sight of it, but there's no time for that kind of leisurely act. He needs to mark Ainosuke in the only way he can. Tadashi pulls out his own hard, aching cock. He can't manage words when he's like this, just guttural, growling noises that tear out of him against his will. He grinds his hips down until their cocks slide together, the pleasure almost dizzying. Ainosuke's hand presses down at the small of his back encouragingly.
"You're so good for me, my pet. So delicious. No one else tastes like you." Ainosuke shudders as Tadashi wraps a spit-slicked hand around the both of them. Ainosuke leans in close, drops his voice to a fierce whisper. "Next time I'm going to make you fuck me first. And then, before you come, I'm going to eat you right up." Tadashi growls from somewhere deep in his chest and Ainosuke lets out a delighted, breathy laugh. Tadashi thrusts into the tight warm space between their bodies, almost frenzied with lust. He can tell Ainosuke's close by the way his breathing hitches, the way the air thickens with his scent. Tadashi noses at the skin above his collar, tastes the sweat gathered there, and bites.
Ainosuke lets out a strangled noise as he spills hot and wet against his stomach; Tadashi follows soon after, ever obedient. For a long moment, neither of them move. Deep satisfaction settles over him because yes, this is what Tadashi needed. He could almost fall asleep surrounded by the smell of them both, impossible to pick apart. Eventually, Ainosuke lifts his head until their eyes meet again.
"What a mess," he says with a grin. "Be a good boy and clean me up."
"Yes, Ainosuke-sama." Tadashi kneels on the carpet at his feet and laps at the mess they've made. His tongue travels the hard planes of Ainosuke’s stomach and the soft skin of his cock until not a drop remains, until it’s a secret only they know. When he's finished, Ainosuke gathers him back into his lap, close and tight.
After a pregnant pause, he asks, quietly, "are you going to let me do it, this time?" The question sits heavy in the air between them.
Vampires selected into the Shindo family are picked for their breeding, accomplishments, and status. Tadashi is just a werewolf in their service, worth less than the blood bags in the fridge downstairs. But that's never deterred Ainosuke from asking every time. Tadashi would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted; he would gladly offer himself and more to the greedy mouth of his master.
"No, Ainosuke-sama," Tadashi says finally. It’s not right for Ainosuke to bear the violence of his family just for a favoured pet. It’s enough that he gets to have this, a taste of that which should be forbidden to him. Ainosuke shakes his head, a resigned look on his face. He tips Tadashi’s chin up with one finger so that their eyes meet and presses a gentle thumb to his bruised mouth.
"One day I'll have you drink from me," Ainosuke says, his red eyes gentle, “then you'll finally be mine forever.” The softness in his voice almost makes Tadashi reconsider.
"Not today," Tadashi affirms before he can think twice about it, and curses at his slip. Ainosuke’s face brightens with something like triumph. He leans in close and nips the bite mark on Tadashi’s neck lightly.
"Oh, I can be patient, puppy," he murmurs, sweet and deadly all at once. "After all, what are years to me?"