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Atsumu has been searching his whole life. He doesn’t know what he’s searching for, but it’s dire that he finds it.
He’s never satisfied, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt content in his entire life.
So, he’s chased the only thing that he believes will complete him, sedate this chase that fuels the burning in his gut.
He’s been trying to find a purpose.
The reason why he was put on this Earth and what he’s supposed to be doing with his time.
He needs it.
Which is why he's been at his profession for the past 6 years now. Ever since he was allowed to join anyways. Sure, it doesn’t satisfy that emptiness he feels, but at least it occupies him enough to keep his mind off of it. Because with this job, he has to be cunning and attentive at all times. Because if he slips up once, lets down his guard once, he’s dead.
“Miya,” his advisor nods his head in greeting as Atsumu strolls into the organization's building. He pretends to not pay attention to the portraits of the elder’s faces who paved the way hung in perfect intervals. Especially since many of them were Atsumu’s ancestors. Their eyes always hauntingly watched him as he walked through the main halls of the establishment.
“Mornin’” Atsumu tries to sound chipper. But he just doesn’t feel enthusiasm very often anymore. He’s exhausted. Somehow that hole in his chest has increasingly grown larger and he believes it might swallow him whole.
His advisor falls in step with him, he’s been long retired from the field of work. Atsumu can tell by the way he huffs out each breath as he keeps up with Atsumu’s brisk pace. “You’re getting your graduation assignment, I thought you’d be more happy.”
Graduation. It pissed Atsumu off. He’s been known of every secret this organization held, every secret the world holds since he was young. His parents used to tell him all the different stories. He didn’t need a damn graduation. He has been more well versed over everything since he was young than most of the advisors here.
You see, there was magic in this world. It was around every corner, hidden in each crevasse, only the Select humans could see through it.
There were magical creatures, items, concepts that people didn’t see or didn’t know about. But, hence, Atsumu’s ancestors painted on the walls shows that him and his family have been apart of the Select since the beginning.
Only Atsumu acted with his gifts to see beyond. Osamu went the opposite.
Osamu was wildly domestic and it irritated Atsumu. He happily owned his own restaurant while his significant other and their two children helped. It was sickening.
Atsumu loved his brother, his brother-in-law and nieces, but he could only take so much before the hole continued to grow in his chest.
So, he was here. Trying to find his purpose.
Which, on the basis of magic. The creatures. Invisible to many, or simply hiding in the shadows. Atsumu was in charge of one sub-species. In charge of hunting and killing them before they could harm others. He was a pest control if that’s what one would like to call it.
He was a vampire hunter.
Vampires were close to myth in the regular society. There were rumors, but no one knew actual facts.
Beside the Select.
Vampires were immortal creatures. They’re born into this world, which many would be shocked to hear. Not saying that a human becoming a vampire is unheard of either. Surprisingly.
But, the stories always got one thing right. They drank blood, and that’s how they survived. Leaving a trail of humans in their wake.
Atsumu thought it was wrong of course. Killing people is obviously not a good thing. But quite frankly, Atsumu didn’t care about vampires. They’re doing what they need to survive. He heard their pleas before he killed them, which made him feel sympathy at times.
But in reality, it’s just Atsumu’s job.
His search for purpose. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“Ecstatic,” Atsumu responds to his advisor finally. Filtering excitement into his tone so he could finally be left alone.
“Well good,” Atsumu’s tone flies right over the other’s head which makes the blonde chuckle gently. “Because the assignment is already on your desk.”
Atsumu stops.
His eyebrows creasing as he looks to his office’s door across the building. “I just killed three of the blooodsuckers this mornin'? I already got assigned again?”
“It’s your graduation assignment,” he shrugs. Atsumu was told he’d have leniency between jobs, but since he’s the best, they dispatch him for everything.
It just pisses Atsumu off that their “graduation assignment” is simply because Atsumu turned 23 last week. Meaning he can be more independent in his huntings.
For some reason 23 is the magic number to graduate. It was dumb.
“It’s important,” his advisor continues, grabbing Atsumu’s elbow, leading him back to his office. “Only you can do it.”
“Ya’ve never flattered me before. Why no—“
“I’m not flattering you. You are strictly the only one who can do this task. Unless you want Osamu—“
“He wants no part in this. Ya know that.”
“I do,” he huffs. “Which is why you need to do this, now. Tonight preferably.”
“Tonight?” Atsumu squeaks as they make it into his office. Atsumu walks to his desk where he braces his hands on the counter. “Why can only my brother or I do this? It doesn’t make sense.”
“There’s a specific vampire entombed,” he starts, which makes Atsumu roll his neck. “Vampire” and “entombed” are two words he never wants in the same sentence. It means they’re old, they’re strong, and there’s a reason why they’re in there. “One of our founders, your ancestor, put him there 300 years ago.” Atsumu’s eyes bulge. 300 years. Just entombed. The hunter has only dealt with creatures 200 years or less.
This vampire has to be ancient. Who knows how old he was before he was entombed.
“No way, there’s no way,” Atsumu shakes his head. His hands fisting the edges of the table roughly.
His advisor sighs. “The tomb is sealed with magic. Only people from the same bloodline can open where the vampire rests.”
“Why open? Can the bloodsucker not sleep for all of eternity?”
“Our sources say he’s becoming restless. They say he groans, taps on the coffin, speaks telepathically to those passing to let him out.”
Gods above, only vampires around 500 years old can speak telepathically.
Chills run down his arms.
“If he somehow breaks his entombment charm, he’ll come straight here and murder all who stands.”
“What about me then?” Atsumu shakes his head. His body trembling just with the thought of going toe-to-toe with this vampire. “I open this tomb to kill him, and he’ll just rush after me. Killing me.”
His advisor shakes his head, “He hasn’t had blood in 300 years. He’ll be immobile. But as soon as he gets one drop of blood, all of that changes, so you need to be careful.”
Atsumu shakes his head again, going back and forth on his toes, rolling to his heels, just to try and release this anxiety. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he argues, quickly sliding the small folder under Atsumu’s eyesight as he was staring at the blankness of his desk before. “And you will,” he completes. “This is your graduation task, you’re fit to complete it. But if you don’t carry this out, you won’t be allowed back in the organization.”
Atsumu’s anger surges. Jaw rolling as he looks over to his advisor with daggers in his eyes. The man before him only stands with his arms crossed, unfazed by Atsumu. He knows Atsumu does this as an escape, that he needs this job. Which is also why he knows that Atsumu won’t refuse the task.
He’ll do it, only because he can’t fathom what he’d do with himself if he had all his time back.
Atsumu grumbles to himself as he walks out in the middle of fucking nowhere. A driver dropped him off a few miles out, stating that no one dared to get close to the tomb anymore because of the voice that haunted their minds.
Great, just fantastic.
So he was truly alone, no one would help or aid. It was just him and this ancient ass vampire.
The moon was high in the sky as Atsumu looked up. Only a sliver of light was seen which casted an uneasy darkness in the forest. His chest was heavy, not just in emotion, but physically as well. A sash filled with daggers and stakes strung from shoulder to hip.
His shirt was tight so it didn’t restrict movement showcasing his lean body from all the years of fighting and killing.
His larger blade was wrapped around his thigh, one that was claimed to belong to the ancestor who entombed this beast. He debated if he should even bring this blade, currently furious with his relative for making him do this from the damn entombment spell.
But it is his best blade.
Atsumu, in sum, looked absolutely lethal. But he didn’t feel that way.
He wanted to go home. Maybe see his brother.
He refused to tell his twin about tonight. He’d worry too much about Atsumu’s safety. Atsumu couldn’t really argue with that, but he didn’t want Osamu’s worried face to haunt him as he confronted what was waiting beneath.
Atsumu’s steps stutter suddenly as he sees two lit torches in the distance. This is it. He’s here.
With quivering hands, he shakes out his limbs before resuming his steps. Going straight to the mouth of the devil.
Once he was by the torches, he looked down seeing a small metal hatch on the ground disrupting the wild grass and foliage around them. Directly underground. Only one way in, one way out.
Atsumu rubs a quick hand down his face before gripping the icy handle in his hand. Urging it open with a deafening squeak.
“Help,” the word whispers down his neck as he falls backwards landing harshly on his ass as he stares at the dark opening with wide eyes. “I need out. I need to see.”
Atsumu’s heart pounds in his ears as the voice whispers seductively, luring the weakest of minds to do his bidding. His spine skitters to the sound. The urge to comply with the voice makes him cringe. But he holds his own. He doesn’t let it affect him.
“Too long…been too long. Help.”
Atsumu shakes his head, gathering his bearings. The voice sounds completely sorrowful. Longing. There’s so much emotion it makes Atsumu’s eyes prick. He convinces himself it’s all a trick. A way to make a passerby get him out.
Even if Atsumu’s the only one who can.
He’ll just feed and kill if he gets out, Atsumu tells himself. The emotion in his voice doesn’t change the fact.
Gulping quickly, he stands, grabbing a torch in his hand. He has to do this. There’s no other way.
And as he makes his way down the ladder, he’s thankful the voice doesn’t greet him as he’s faced with a long narrow hallway. The end is so far away from him that his torch light doesn’t reach. He’s faced with a black abyss before him.
Atsumu swallows harshly before he takes his first step, and then another before he is making his journey down the long narrow hallway.
The air smells damp and of mold, which makes sense because he can hear water dripping somewhere distantly on the stone floor.
Atsumu begins wondering just how long this hallway is, and how long it will take him to arrive at the tomb’s entrance.
He also began thinking about how escape would be futile if the vampire were to awaken. This hallway is so long and with one single exit, their enhanced speed would catch up in a few short seconds.
Atsumu’s steps halt as the light of his torch begins stretching upwards, indicating the formation of a wall before him. A door before him. He holds the torch out in front of him, stretching his arm as the door appears.
The large stone framing was littered with ancient runes of magical properties. The entombment spell. It was what let people only of his bloodline inside. Human’s didn’t harbor any of their own magic, but they could utilize magical things as well as be affected by them.
Atsumu’s eyes look at each small scribble, trying to see if he recognized any of the runes, trying read more into what kind of spell was cast here. But when they look too obscure, he soon gives up, stepping forward.
A mount on the wall beside the door allows Atsumu to rest his torch in the pocket so he has full mobility of both hands. He glances around at the stone door, its grandness stretches a few feet above his head. With no handle on the front, there was only one option, and on the doorframe, there was conveniently an open circle with runs surrounding the edges. A guarantee that no one but Atsumu’s blood had any way of getting in.
He places his hand in the middle of the empty circle, it was instant how he heard the magic buzz around him. The door decided if he was worthy.
Then, in a few short moments, the stone begins rumbling.
Atsumu’s hand withdraws quickly, taking a step back just in case the tomb was about to collapse all around him. But, to his surprise, with dust leaking at the seams, the door begins sliding to the left creating an opening.
Atsumu watches in awe as the magic does its work, sliding the door as if it weighed nothing even though it was forged out of stone.
Then the door groaned to a stop, as Atsumu was faced with another dark abyss. He sighed, was it another hallway?
Then, with one step, a flicker of warmth buzzes past him. Then the sound of dozens of candles igniting. Atsumu’s hand flies to the dagger at his thigh, eyes wide and assessing the dangers. But, to his surprise, the room floods with light from the soft candle glow of countless candles scattered around the small space.
Fucking magic.
Atsumu takes an uneasy forward, his eyebrows creased at what he sees before him. Sure, he sees the coffin holding the vampire at the center of the room. Propped up on a pedestal and begging to be opened, but what surrounds said coffin is…strange.
Atsumu expected another moldy cave surrounding him. A cell at the very least.
But, what he finds is a room that smells of the softest roses. Warmth spreads through his skin as he steps through the threshold as the air is comfortable and anything but thick and moist like the hallway. But, what really confused him was the beautiful furniture that decorated the room.
To the left was a small sitting area with lavish birch arm chairs and couch, the red velvet cushions looking brand new. Rugs scattered on the floor, all with ornate red and gold designs. Candles resting on every table surface open some hanging on the walls in golden crested holders. Then finally to his right was a small cart that had delicate glasses of liquid sealed and ready to be poured.
What the fuck was this place?
This didn’t seem like a room that was meters below the surface, a cell for a vampire who was half a millennia.
Atsumu takes a few more tentative steps forward. The coffin looked almost brand new. There were a few chips in the wood, but it was virtually pristine. Atsumu curses silently to himself as he peers down to the resting place of the oldest vampire he’s ever encountered, and he hasn’t even seen him yet.
So, with the weird atmosphere surrounding him aside, he reaches for the coffin lid. Calming his heart as he grips the side, and with the smallest push, the lid slides off. Barely having to put any force in his movement. Almost as if the lid was begging to be opened. He didn’t even have to pass the threshold of the coffin.
With a loud crash, the wood hits the ground.
Atsumu cringes with the noise, thinking that the noise would wake the sleeping creature. But, to his surprise when he looked down, not only was the creature still sleeping, but Atsumu had to take a step backwards.
His eyes widen as he looks to the man lying beneath. Blinking rapidly, he places a hand upon his chest as he feels something, he doesn’t know what, but something in that deep hole within.
The man lying peacefully inside was the most beautiful being he’d ever lay witness to. Sure, it was a given that vampire’s had this ethereal glow about them. They were otherworldly beings.
But this man was different. He was truly unlike anything Atsumu has ever seen.
Atsumu was expecting a creature that was close to being shriveled and decomposed when he opened the coffin. Something that more resembled a zombie than anything life-like. He expected a rotting smell, something that would make Atsumu cover his nose, and eager to kill so he could get out of there.
But in reality, it was all wrong. This was all so very wrong.
The man looked barely unwell. No signs of being asleep for 300 years other than his slightly sunken cheeks, and the barely-there dark circles under his eyes.
Atsumu replaced that small step back, with a slightly bigger step forward so he can get a closer look.
The vampire had the shiniest, softest looking black curly hair. A few ringlets fell over his pale skin across his forehead. His cheekbones were high and well defined. Long straight nose. Plump delectable lips that made Atsumu’s mind wonder. A jaw sharp and well defined, his hair curling around and falling over the bone as well. His shirt was doing wonders for his complexion. A stark black billowy button up, with sleeves that flared at his wrist.
He was divine. A creature that was purely flawless.
Atsumu noticed the two moles that adjoined over his thick eyebrows, almost snorting at the resemblance of what a vampire bite looked like.
But then he shook his head, holding his forehead. What was he thinking?
What had gotten into him?
Here he was, about to smile like a damned fool, let down his guard like a damned fool. While he what? While he admired the sleeping vampire that he was sent here to kill?
It was the vampire’s fault, it had to be. He must have gotten into Atsumu’s head and he didn’t notice. That had to be it, that's the only explanation. It had to be.
He was sent here to kill him.
Atsumu shook his head one last time, wiping off whatever expression was on his lips before. Holding one of his greater stakes in his hand. His other daggers couldn’t kill a vampire like the stakes, but it could wound them enough to where he could get away if needed.
This was it. This was all he had to do for his graduation assignment before he could leave, go about his day, and not dwell on this any longer. He didn’t want to dwell on the way his mind was going back and forth on if he should kill the creature before him. He didn’t want to dwell on the fact that his chest was buzzing with warmth. He didn’t. He couldn’t.
With one last great breath, he quickly raises the stake above the chest of the slumbering vampire. Crossing the threshold of the coffin at last.
And with resolve to get this done and finished, he moves to plunge the stake down.
But when his arm refuses, his breath is stolen from this throat.
He tries to withdraw his arm away, move it, do anything, but an invisible force is withholding him from making any movements. He blinks and panics as his arm trembles with the force of his withheld movement.
“What the fuck?” Atsumu grounds out. Holding the coffin with his opposite hand, trying to get away, run away, anything. But he’s stuck.
He hisses suddenly as a searing pain slices down his wrist. A burning sensation deep enough, that he watches in silent, deafening fear as his wrist is slit open by whatever invisible force is holding his arm there.
It’s only a cut about an inch in length, but deep enough to where his blood is drawn.
Atsumu’s breath quickens to an unhealthy rate, blood.
No, no, he needs his arm away. He needs to escape, he needs to leave.
But, he can only watch as blood drips down his arm, then off his skin. Down below, dropping onto the vampire’s lips.
Atsumu lets out a whimper as the force holds him, keeping him there until another drop drips, and another, letting it seep into the creature’s mouth.
He can’t move.
Only then does he see color begin to return to the being’s skin. Only then does he see the slight dissipation of blackness below his eyes.
Only then does he really fear for his life.
Especially when he watches hands twitch and move, when he watches a quick tongue dart out, licking the remnants of Atsumu’s blood off his lips.
Atsumu grabs his own arm then, pulling, tugging at his own appendage to obey him.
Please, please, just move! He thinks.
Then, when he looks back, his skin crawls as eyes are looking at him. Watching him. Deep crimson washing his irises, as his pupils form to slits indicating his need for blood, the frenzy that is waiting to be relished in.
But, instead of feeling an overwhelming rush of fear at the man watching him, Atsumu feels relief?
No, no. He’s insane. That’s not the feeling what he is currently feeling. He is losing his mind. Losing his damn mind.
He should be terrified. He just should.
But now the vampire is awake, he feels that yearn for searching, slowly becoming dormant.
Atsumu blinks, his shoulders falling in the slightest as the man watches with his eyebrows raised. Eyes flickering all over Atsumu’s face. Unblinking red eyes that usually make Atsumu shudder, but now, he feels drawn.
The vampire’s eyes travel down Atsumu’s arm before finally landing on the stake that is positioned above his heart.
Shit.
In an instant, Atsumu gasps in a large breath as his back is slammed into a wall. His face contorting in pain as the air is knocked from his lungs. He faintly feels the sensation of a strong hand stretched across his neck, the sound of wood hitting the stone ground.
His stake.
Atsumu paws at the man’s hand around his neck. Grabbing his arm, pushing his chest, even if it’s unmoving. Of course it is, he’s 500 years old.
Though, when Atsumu takes in a large breath, he realizes that the hand around his neck isn’t applying any pressure. Atsumu’s eyes blink open, and what he finds makes his eyes go large and his attempts to escape halt.
Because what he sees are eyes large and immensely soft. They’re still red and slitted, but the emotion written in them is enough to make Atsumu pause.
The vampire’s chest rises and falls quickly, his body close, pressing against Atsumu where he can feel the chill of his skin against his own. “You found me.”
Atsumu grimaces. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“I’ll kill ya,” Atsumu spits. It might not be the most wise thing to say to an ancient vampire who still, somehow, has all the strength of the gods even after being asleep for so long. But he does because he’s arrogant.
The vampire’s lips kick up to the statement, an amused smirk lifting his lips. Atsumu’s breath leaves him at the sight. The prettiness of the gesture. The way his cheek creases, the way his fang peaks out just slightly.
Atsumu is so caught up in it that he doesn’t realize that any other vampire would be rabid on blood lust. Narrow slitted eyes mean that. But this isn’t the case, and Atsumu doesn’t notice.
“A spitfire, my mate is,” the man chuckles.
Atsumu freezes, positively freezes at the way his chest fills and stitches up. The utter feeling of completeness flooding him. He feels complete with the utterances of one single word.
Mate.
Atsumu read about it in his textbooks. Mates were rare. A true pair made by some higher being. Something greater than any of them.
Mates were magical. It usually occurred only in the magical world between magical creatures. But some humans had the mate bond. They just didn’t know.
Some magical species would clash and be mated with a different species.
But humans being mated with the magical? It was unheard of. So, why did Atsumu’s body sing to the word?
“No, there’s no way,” Atsumu shakes his head.
The man tilts his head to the side before dipping his mouth down to Atsumu’s neck where the human sucks in a large breath.
The vampire runs his nose along the side of Atsumu’s neck, where the human unknowingly closes his eyes to the feeling of the contact.
“The bond calls out to me,” His voice was positively sultry. “I’ve waited my entire life for you to find me, my love.” His voice was purring on the side of Atsumu’s skin. The way he spoke was something purely out of television shows. It was dipped in honey. Lured him in with each syllable. “I know you feel it. You were drawn to me the first time you set your eyes on me, debating in that little hunter’s mind of yours if you should kill me or not.”
“Fuck ya,” Atsumu grounds out between his teeth. He won’t admit it, he can’t.
There’s no way there was a bond between him and this vampire. It was a mind trick, it had to be.
The man chuckles again and Atsumu has to squeeze his legs together at the sound. “You can’t deny what is right in front of you, my love.”
Atsumu takes in a large gasp suddenly as pain pricks the side of his neck. His chest constricting as an arm holds him around the waist, drawing their bodies even closer together.
Fangs buried deep in his skin.
Atsumu holds tightly onto the man’s shirt as he hears his blood gulp down his neck. The bite sears his neck, burns his skin as his blood rushes to the wound. It’s not his first time being bitten, he knows how painful it is.
But, when the pain starts morphing and changing into something new, Atsumu finds himself closing his eyes gently.
He starts to feel hot under the bite. Not burning in pain, but burning in ecstasy. It’s never felt like this before. Atsumu’s breath stutters out of him in a noise that was caught close between a moan and whimper.
The man’s hand sliding up his side, the other cradling Atsumu’s cheek gently. All while Atsumu’s body doesn’t feel like his own. He feels as if he’s floating, or falling, he can’t tell.
The sensation vibrating all over his limbs, his skin, traveling all the way down to his dick. It’s heavenly the way he feels.
His eyes roll deep in his head as he grips the man’s hair, threading his hands into the dark curls tugging on the locks which makes the vampire groan out a satisfying sound.
But as soon as it all starts, it stops when the fangs are gently pulled from his skin. A tongue darting out, licking over the wound sensually. Lapping up the remainder. A tentative kiss laid after. Atsumu feels as if he can breathe again, “I just needed a little.” He says quietly.
“Why-” Atsumu starts out of breath. “Why did it feel like that?”
He feels the man smirk against his skin. “Mates don’t feel pain when their bonded feed from them.”
Atsumu growls, snapping out of the state he found himself in before he pushes away the vampire. Surprisingly the vampire takes a step back. “We can’t be,” is all he says.
The man blinks a few times before wiping a drop of blood from his bottom lip before sticking his finger in his mouth licking off the remnants. His eyes begin to fall back into normal rounded pupils as he assesses Atsumu. Falling on every point of his body, like he was mentally undressing the hunter. “You are divine in every way, my love.” He says more to himself than Atsumu which makes him blush wildly. “Let me guess,” he starts before glancing around the room since he hasn’t taken his surroundings since he’s awoken. Once he turned away, Atsumu took the opportunity to adjust himself in his pants. The tight cargo pants barely have room for the imagination to wonder. “You’ve been searching for something your whole life. Never feeling whole. Looking for something, someone.”
Atsumu stills as the vampire turns back to him, a gentle smile on his lips.
Atsumu rolls his jaw, looking to the side.
There’s no way this can be happening. But again, Atsumu's never turned away from a vampire, but with him, he feels safe enough to do so.
“I know because it was the same for me. Except you were born at the wrong time, to the wrong species. I waited over 200 years. Searching, yearning for you. For my mate. I was miserable,” he takes a step forward and Atsumu lets him.
“I don’t even know yer name,” the man smiles at Atsumu’s statement. His fangs flashing.
“Kiyoomi,” he states quickly.
“Atsumu,” the hunter counters quietly.
The vampire hums, a rumble deep in his chest sounding awfully similar to a purr. “Atsumu,” he tests it on his tongue. The sound of Atsumu’s name coming out of the other’s mouth made him feel many things he doesn’t want to admit. “Eventually,” he continues his story, taking another step forward. “I made a friend. He was human, he was a part of the Select, but was a hunter. Somehow, he came to kill me one day and when I welcomed it, he withdrew.”
“Ya wanted to die?”
“Desperately,” Kiyoomi nodded. “That hole in my chest was beginning to swallow me.” Atsumu knew the feeling and he didn’t know how much longer he’d last if it kept growing. Atsumu couldn't image feeling like that for over 200 years. “The hunter began meeting me in private, he was a helping hand, a companion. He was the one who sealed me down here.”
Atsumu looks confused, crossing his arms. Kiyoomi’s eyes dipped to his chest with the strain against his tight shirt. But, pulls his eyes away. “Why would my ancestor do that if ya were supposed friends?”
“Because he knew someone of his blood would be my missing piece. Don’t ask me how, he just knew things,” he nodded, taking the last step towards Atsumu. The human allowed him to cradle his cheek. His palm soft as it slid past Atsumu’s skin. “He knew that it would be many years and I couldn’t take it. So, he agreed to entomb me.”
Atsumu pinches his nose which makes Kiyoomi smirk, combing back the blonde’s hair gently. “Ya weren’t sealed down here because ya are deadly and dangerous to society.” He says it like a statement more than a question. “Yer down here because of a broken heart?”
Kiyoomi hisses just barely, teasingly, at the simplicity of my summary. The terms Atsumu used. “I was plenty dangerous when I was in my prime. I just fell off one day. I didn’t eat for weeks.”
“All because of a mate?”
“Because of you,” Kiyoomi whispers, pulling his lips just centimeters from Atsumu’s. Atsumu gasps in the slightest as the vampire’s lips just barely skim past his own. “I have waited my entire life to meet you. How can you live if your other half just simply isn’t there?” He whispers. Atsumu tries to shake his head, denying the vampire’s words. But he’s so drawn, so allured by this creature before him. He doesn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. “You feel it too. You want me just as bad as I need you.”
Atsumu’s mouth falls open with a small pant, his body suddenly hot. And he realized this whole time, he never thought once about escaping.
He had time to make it out of the door when the vampire gave him space, he had so much time. He’s had unlimited time to stab another stake in his chest, or wound him with one of his knives. But, he hasn’t even thought about it. Because all he can think about is how enticing the creature is. How melodic his voice is, how his hands fit perfectly on his body, how he is everything and anything all at once.
Atsumu doesn’t understand it, he doesn't get it, especially when he figures out that he was the one who closed the remaining space between them. He was the one to wrap his arms around the vampire’s neck. He was the one who started kissing the beast he was sent to kill.
Kiyoomi groans deeply. Pushing Atsumu back into the wall, his grip on his jaw sliding to the back of Atsumu’s neck as his large palm slides onto the human’s hips.
Their kiss is so crudely passionate, like they're both starved, needing each other to survive. Because they do, they need each other.
Atsumu pushes his tongue past the other’s lips, doing his best to avoid the fangs. But when Kiyoomi greedily takes the human’s tongue into his mouth sucking on the appendage, an embarrassing moan is released from Atsumu.
Kiyoomi tastes like the most beautiful spring morning. He tastes of the most delectable honey of the finest quality. With just the slightest aftertaste of iron, Atsumu’s blood.
The human could become addicted to his taste. Addicted to the way he gripped onto Atsumu like he was the tether to every answer in life. To the way he delicately swiped his lips against the human’s and took everything that Atsumu would give him.
It was bliss.
Atsumu pulls away after a moment, gasping in air. His chest heaving wildly to the loss of breath as Kiyoomi looks not winded in the slightest. Especially when he just continues down Atsumu’s jaw, Atsumu stretching it wonderfully.
Then, as Kiyoomi works down to his neck, licking a stripe from his collarbone to the lobe of his ear, Atsumu gasps a noise that would make any witness blush. “Don’t–” he pants, pawing eagerly at the vampire’s shirt. “Don’t bite.”
Kiyoomi smirks against his skin making Atsumu growl in the slightest. “I won’t, my love. Not unless you ask.”
Atsumu’s eyebrows rise at the statement. He can’t remember the last time he’s been in company with a vampire who had this much self restraint. He just woke up from a 300 year slumber. Any other vampire would have drained 10 humans by now, just to get their fill.
But this one? He only drank for a few seconds before stopping.
He should be ravenous by now.
“I would never do anything to harm you. I am forever yours. Anything you ask, anything you want, I will provide,” he sucks deeply at Atsumu’s pulse point which makes the hunter surge forward looking for friction.
Anything?
Atsumu’s eyes are hazy now. A daze washing over him.
His breath hitches when his hand clamps around Kiyoomi’s shoulder. The vampire feels the grip and pulls back slightly to see if anything was wrong. But in an instant, Atsumu smirks, pushing the shoulder down.
Kiyoomi’s eyes widen for just a second, before he smiles and begins sinking down on his knees in front of the human.
Atsumu’s head tilts to the side, watching as someone as powerful as him was on his knees. He was at Atsumu’s mercy.
Kiyoomi slides his hands gently up and down the backs of Atsumu’s knees and then his thighs. Massaging them gently as if begging Atsumu to let him service.
Atsumu rolls his jaw, his head fighting what his body is feeling. His head is screaming at him that this is wrong. None of this makes sense.
Biting his lip harshly, Atsumu quickly reaches for the dagger strapped to the side of his thigh. His largest one. Holding the blade against the vampire’s neck.
Kiyoomi doesn’t even flinch, in fact, he keeps rubbing the backs of Atsumu’s legs. “I should kill ya. That’s what I was sent here to do.”
Kiyoomi gives him a soft expression, not fighting when Atsumu presses the blade harshly into his skin which makes a bead of blood begin to form. “Why don’t you?” Kiyoomi says gently, only now his hands travel to the front. Atsumu’s breath hitching, but not making any move to stop him.
Kiyoomi expertly unbuttons the garment, never taking his eyes off Atsumu. Crimson meshing so wonderfully with amber eyes.
Atsumu’s eyes struggle to stay open as Kiyoomi's knuckles skim past his erect bulge as the vampire unzips the rest. “Yer different,” Atsumu breathes.
“Am I?” Kiyoomi asks as Atsumu’s pants fall and pool around his ankles. Atsumu’s chest heaving in anticipation. The hand holding the dagger quivers, but he continues to hold Kiyoomi at knife point as the vampire smiles a crazed expression. Then, without warning he cups Atsumu through his briefs. Rubbing his hand along his length which makes Atsumu groan, his shoulder blades pressing deeply against the stone wall behind him. “I’ve killed more people than I can count. I don’t believe I’ve ever had remorse in doing so.” He admits, watching with wonder in his eyes as a wet spot begins forming on the material.
Atsumu swears. “Kiy–” his voice breaks as Kiyoomi presses his skin deeper on the blade, just to get closer to Atsumu, drawing more blood to run down, staining his shirt. “-Omi. Omi,” he repeats thinking the shortened name is easier. Better. With a wicked smile, Kiyoomi pulls down the human’s briefs so they too pool at his ankles. “But, ya won’t hurt me.” Atsumu concludes.
Kiyoomi pauses, eyes looking up so earnestly it makes Atsumu lose the air in his lungs. It’s then that Kiyoomi takes Atsumu’s hand that is not currently holding him at knife point. He then presses a tender kiss into each of Atsumu’s knuckles. Kissing each one with such care that Atsumu’s grip on the dagger goes weak. “Never, my love.”
The dagger clatters against the ground as its dropped. Atsumu’s hands travel to Kiyoomi’s hair instead. Threading so desperately into the locks, he tugs the vampire forward.
Kiyoomi hums a satisfied noise before his grip on the backs of Atsumu’s thighs return and turn deathly tight. A tentative lick placed on the underside of Atsumu’s cock making the hunter yell, back arching.
Knowing when it’s his time to take action, Kiyoomi doesn’t waste time before he begins swallowing the entire length down his throat. Atsumu’s gasp ringing in their ears as he clutches desperately into Kiyoomi’s hair. “Omi!” He pleads, a purr following after indicating the vampire’s favor for the nickname. “Just like that, don’t stop.”
Kiyoomi pushes forward, swirling his tongue in a way that makes Atsumu hips jump, making Kiyoomi’s nose touch his skin. It was then that Atsumu was losing himself. He first kissed the thing he was sent here to kill, then when he had the many opportunities to kill the creature, he failed.
So, finally accepting what has come to be. Relishing in it. He grabs Kiyoomi’s hair tightly in his fists, pulling his head back, before yanking him forward right after. His hips meeting the motion of his actions. Face fucking the vampire, and the “deadly” beast turning completely docile and letting him. Moaning even, to the fact.
Kiyoomi loosens his throat, taking all the human will give him. Which is everything.
Atsumu’s head tilts up, the tendons in his neck straining as the sounds of him entering and then exiting Kiyoomi’s mouth was erotic. Complete music to his ears.
“So good, Omi. So docile for me,” he breathes barely glancing down to see the vampire’s eyes roll back in his head. He’s enjoying this too, how good.
When he feels the scrape of Kiyoomi’s fangs against his cock, Atsumu’s whole body locks up. His fingers tugging impossibly hard into the other’s hair.
It was quick how the orgasm found him, his body trembling, grunts and moans of pleasure heard over everything else. Then, the way his warmth shot and spread, decorating Kiyoomi’s mouth.
Atsumu panted, his body relaxing as he slumped back against the wall. Kiyoomi gave him one more lick for good measure before pulling back.
Atsumu felt as if he were floating. Not truly in his own body as he looked down to those big crimson eyes looking up at him. The human smiles lazily.
He grips Kiyoomi’s jaw, rubbing it gently. “Will ya swallow?” He says sweetly.
Kiyoomi nods, his hand reaching up and grabbing Atsumu’s that was placed on his jaw. Then with quick work, Atsumu watches his throat gulp, swallowing all Atsumu gave him.
Gods, Atsumu was losing his mind.
With a firm grasp on the front of Kiyoomi’s shirt, the hunter harshly pulls him up to his feet. Kiyoomi obliges and as soon as he’s standing, he doesn’t waste a second of Atsumu’s silent pleas. Then quickly, he captures Atsumu’s lips.
Atsumu’s sound wasn’t anything short of needy. He needed Kiyoomi like his heart and soul desired. He needed the vampire and that thought terrified him.
He’s spent the last 6 years killing his kind. Now he’s taking him to the most intimate places?
But he couldn’t help the way he was drawn in and kept. He was Kiyoomi’s prisoner and he didn’t know if he truly hated it.
Kiyoomi begins walking backwards, his tongue swirling across Atsumu’s in which he could begin tasting himself in the other’s mouth.
It made a filthy noise tumble from the blonde’s lips.
The kiss was erotic and vulgar. It was all tongue and heated breaths. Desperate hands pawing at each other, tearing off clothes as they ventured deeper into the tomb.
By the time Kiyoomi swiveled his feet and the backs of Atsumu’s knees hit the couch, they were both shirtless.
Atsumu barely got a taste of the other’s body, his hands skimming over cold skin for only a moment before he had to stop so Kiyoomi could get his own shirt off.
But finally, Atsumu pulled away so he could look. So he could see.
His heartbeat was in his ears as he looked down. Witnessing the magnificent map of Kiyoomi’s body. All while Kiyoomi was tracing the lines of Atsumu’s neck, palming his cheek lovingly before pushing back his hair. Atsumu was mesmerized by the other’s body. The moles littering his skin. The solid mounds of muscle. The pure divinity of an immortal body.
But it was the vampire who whispered first. “You’re everything I ever wanted,” Kiyoomi says, tracing his thumb over Atsumu’s lips.
Atsumu huffs a small laugh, he’s not making fun of the vampire, he just finds all of this amusing. Because deep down, he knows Kiyoomi is all that he’s ever wanted as well. But he doesn’t know if he’d ever admit it.
“Show me,” Atsumu whispers, dipping his fingers into the other’s waist band. Tugging him forward so their erections glide deliciously against each other. A strong groan coming from them both. “Show me how much ya need me, Omi.”
Kiyoomi almost growls before pushing Atsumu back on the couch. Following the motion seamlessly as he nibbles over Atsumu’s pulse point, but not deep enough to draw blood.
Atsumu grabs his hair with a shallow breath, quickly undoing his pants, even when Kiyoomi’s hand shoots down to help.
“Not yet,” Atsumu demands as Kiyoomi’s nibbles begin increasing in pressure as if he were to bite. Kiyoomi huffs, only continuing to lick over the skin as he finally begins rolling Atsumu’s pants off.
“Tell me what you want,” he says. Kiyoomi’s voice is a lot deeper than it was before.
Atsumu smiles smugly as he grabs Kiyoomi’s hand that was kneading at his hip. Only looking up to the other when he pulls the hand close. The vampire’s expression drops as he watches Atsumu. Watching as the blonde puts two fingers in his mouth, swirling and sucking gently before pulling them out with a satisfying pop.
“Ruin me.”
Kiyoomi cursed in a language Atsumu didn’t know. Something old, something possibly extinct before he gives Atsumu a chaste kiss. “Anything. I’ll give you anything,” he repeats.
It only takes a second for Atsumu’s legs to be spread and fingers deep inside of him. One hand rested over his mouth, while the other gripped Kiyoomi earnestly.
Atsumu’s eyebrows were drawn, as he shamelessly rut into Kiyoomi’s fingers. “So pretty, my love. I could watch you endlessly,” Kiyoomi murmurs as he indeed watches his fingers disappear inside of Atsumu.
Kiyoomi moved his fingers in a kind of expertise Atsumu's never seen before.
Atsumu has had many partners before. He’s had many good, fantastic even, partners. But this? This was ethereal. He felt as if he was having an out of body experience. Floating with the moon and the stars and everything else between. “Good,” Atsumu nods. “So good,” his vocabulary proved to be dwindling.
Kiyoomi kissed up his knee, his fangs grazing Atsumu’s skin which made his body tense and sing. “I need ya, Omi,” Atsumu decides quickly. If Kiyoomi flicked his wrist once more he’d be gone. The mess he was making on his stomach was indication enough.
Kiyoomi purred, giving Atsumu a sultry kiss on his inner thigh which made Atsumu’s body clench with tension, trying to keep himself at bay.
Kiyoomi was positively worshiping Atsumu. Kissing every inch he could, taking gentle loving care, looking at him with so much admiration you would think that Atsumu was his own personal deity.
In a way, he was.
Kiyoomi would worship the ground Atsumu stood on, devoting his whole life just ensuring that Atsumu knew he was loved and appreciated.
“We have time,” Kiyoomi smiles. Continuing to run his fangs down Atsumu’s skin, all while he didn’t let up on his fingers. He continued to watch how his digits sunk in, how Atsumu took them so generously.
“Omi, no, no,” Atsumu babbles his grip in creasing as his head is flung back. “I can’t take anymore, please.”
Kiyoomi smiles pleased. “Begging so soon?” Atsumu whimpers as Kiyoomi smirks as his cock leaks onto his stomach, completely untouched. Unprovoked. “That dominating spirit of yours broke so quickly,” his purr made Atsumu yell out. His back arching off the couch. He was so close to finishing. He felt the rope in his stomach bunching and going so tight it was going to snap. “I’ll take care of you, my love. You can cum.”
On command, Atsumu gasps in a large breath, his body trembling as the rope snaps. He sees white, a painted vision of ecstasy. Ruined, he was being ruined just like he asked and he loved it.
His brain was close to mush and he could only hold on as a body placed over his in an embrace. He panted loudly as gentle kisses were placed over his cheeks, down his neck, soothing him back to reality.
“Incredible, my love, truly breathtaking,” Kiyoomi whispers nipping at his collar bones.
Atsumu felt so warm, so warm, and complete that he smiled lazily to Kiyoomi’s praise. Hugging the vampire close to his chest, relishing in the cold chill of his body.
Kiyoomi held the side of his neck in a comforting way as the other gripped his hip possessively.
But it was then that Atsumu felt pressure on his entrance, something begging and waiting to be let in. He moans, his face screwing, “No more. I can’t—“ he takes a breath in as his body erupts in goosebumps. “I can’t do anymore, Omi.”
Atsumu has already finished twice. He doesn’t think he can take a third. His body exhausting quickly. But the way the vampire only gently kisses his nose and then his lips, it makes Atsumu want to suck it up.
The human realizes now that the only reason he had control, the only reason he was able to dominate Kiyoomi was because the vampire had let him. He let the mortal entertain the thought of being above an immortal before completely switching demeanors.
It should piss Atsumu off, but here he is moaning and finishing on command.
“My mate can take a little more,” Kiyoomi whispers, stroking his hand down the side of Atsumu’s thigh. “Don’t you want to cum once more for me?”
Atsumu whimpers as he looks up. Kiyoomi watches tenderly, thumb stroking the human’s jaw in a loving manner.
Atsumu realizes that he is indeed sick in the head because he then nods, agreeing.
Kiyoomi smiles large enough that his fangs go on display and Atsumu confirms that Kiyoomi truly is the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. And when the vampire captures Atsumu’s lips, the human lets out a filthy moan that is only swallowed down.
It was a spectacle, how passionate they were, only if they’ve only known each other for short moments. Their souls knew each other. Centuries of being intertwined. Centuries of knowing.
Atsumu grabs the sides of Kiyoomi’s neck, fingers splaying wide as he’s stretched open to entry. A grunt of pain leaves the human as his eyebrows knit together.
But he doesn’t stop kissing, if anything the vampire deepens the kiss to help distract. Give Atsumu something else to think about as he eases himself inside.
Grunting lowly as one last thrust has Kiyoomi bottoming out. Atsumu breaking the kiss then with a large gasp of relief.
Kiyoomi sucks at the base of his neck, his body becoming more ridged as he pauses and waits for the human to adjust. “You are a dream, my love.” Kiyoomi praises licking down Atsumu’s chest. “You feel better than anything I could ever imagine.”
The human’s hands work their way up, threading into black curls. Their softness compared to nothing else.
Atsumu watches as the vampire looks down to him, crimson eyes and dilated pupils. The eyes of a devoted vampire.
Kiyoomi then turns his head to kiss the skin of Atsumu’s wrist, only to pause when he sees the deep cut. His eyebrows crease as he glances back to Atsumu for a moment.
He grabs Atsumu’s wrist quickly looking at the cut about an inch wide. “When-” Atsumu takes a deep breath trying to momentarily forget about the dick nestled deeply inside him. “When I crossed the threshold of yer coffin, somethin’ cut me to wake ya up. I just assumed it was ya.”
Kiyoomi’s eyebrows raise, “It wasn’t me.” He says gently before kissing over the cut that already had reddened edges. Then slowly, he begins licking over the wound which makes Atsumu shudder. His expression contorted to the slight sting. “It was your true will, my love. Magic is a wondrous thing and the magic you possess through our bond forbade you from killing me and woke me instead.”
Atsumu watches as the wound then begins to stitch itself up, the sensation so new, Atsumu watches with wonder. “Me?”
Kiyoomi smiles, kissing down his arm, away from the now healed cut.
“There’s so much I must teach you, show you, and I have eternity,” Kiyoomi purrs delightedly. And Atsumu should have paid more attention to his wording, to the way he stated his sentence. But his mind quickly went blank as Kiyoomi suddenly pulled out almost entirely before slamming back into him.
With a shrill shriek, Atsumu claws at Kiyoomi’s back trying to get just a small piece of leverage as the vampire thrusts at a relenting pace.
It was filthy, the noises that surrounded them. Atsumu moaning out lewd sounds, while the other growls as their hips slaps together.
But no matter how rough and relenting the vampire's strength and speed came to be, he continued to kiss down Atsumu’s neck, whisper praises and sweet nothings like they’ve been a devoted couple for years.
Atsumu was sure he was drawing blood by the way his nails dug into the skin on Kiyoomi’s back. He almost didn’t want to look at his hands in fear that he’d witness evidence.
Atsumu cried as the overstimulation was beginning to take its toll. He was once again, hard and aching. He didn’t think it would be possible. But he ached so earnestly, he felt tears welling in his eyes. Choked sobs ricochetting from his throat every thrust that seemed to be hitting him at the precise location.
He’s never felt this way.
Everything was perfect. Everything felt like it was locking into place. He felt whole. He felt at home.
Kiyoomi took care of him, like he promised, and he’s never been so satisfied.
He didn’t need to look anymore. His search was over. Because what he’s been looking for his whole life was Kiyoomi. His Omi.
He was content. Complete.
There was a feeling swelling deep in Atsumu’s chest, a feeling that fogged his head, and made his body go on autopilot. He embraced it all.
He was breathless as Kiyoomi rotated his hips in the slightest so he could go deeper, harder, and it made Atsumu lose all sense of self, of time, of everything. His eyes were fogged in wondrous bliss.
“You were made for me, just for me, Atsumu.” Kiyoomi mutters, licking away the tears that have seemed to fall down the human’s cheeks before giving the corner of his eyes gentle kisses.
Atsumu nods numbly, his head falling back as Kiyoomi then slows his pace, rolling his hips in an agonizing way, making sure to care and make Atsumu feel just as good. Tilting Atsumu’s hips in time with his pursuit. Adjusting their position so Atsumu's leg was hiked and held by the crook in Kiyoomi's arm, hitting him impossibly deeper.
Atsumu wanted to be taken apart and put back together. He wanted to be everything for Kiyoomi at that moment. Give him anything.
So, with those glassy eyes, he stretches his neck. His breath stutters as he looks at Kiyoomi down his nose. A small nod relaying his wishes. What he wanted to give Kiyoomi at that moment.
He feels Kiyoomi twitch, his hand tightening in the slightest against the hunter’s hips.
It didn’t take any time for a small growl to be emitted before Atsumu felt the familiar pain. The pain of Kiyoomi’s teeth sinking deep into his neck.
One hand quickly comes up to grip Atsumu’s jaw, keeping him in place, as the other circles around his back, pulling them closer, stretching Atsumu in all the right places.
Then, just as before, the warm and tingly feeling begins to take its roll across Atsumu’s body. His body igniting as he hears Kiyoomi gulp down his blood steadily. The pulls from his lips syncing up with the fluid thrusts of the vampire’s hips.
It was ecstasy.
If Atsumu had taken every drug in the world, it would never be as addicting as this. This feeling that he was experiencing right now.
Flames engulfed Atsumu, every limb, every nerve in his body was burning. He felt awakened, he felt like he was no more on this Earth, but another. He no longer felt himself, but another. He no longer felt human.
Atsumu arched deliciously into Kiyoomi, begging for him to drink. Begging for him to not stop.
He never wanted this to end. He never wanted him to stop.
Kiyoomi quickened his pace once again and Atsumu found himself meeting each movement. Intensifying the friction tenfold.
Kiyoomi pulled back suddenly, not bothering to close the wound as blood began to run down Atsumu’s skin, onto the couch below. “My delicious mate,” he breathed, smiling a toothy grin as the same red ran down his chin, dripping onto Atsumu’s stomach.
Atsumu was enraptured.
He was gone the moment he laid his eyes on the vampire. His mate.
Kiyoomi suddenly falls back, pulling Atsumu with him so the human sat in his lap. Never disconnecting.
“I need–I–uh–” Atsumu’s head was completely blank. The only thing on his mind was Kiyoomi. Nothing else. Words were not finding his tongue and the flames circling his blood was not stopping.
“I know, my love,” Kiyoomi swiped his chin with the back of his hand before giving Atsumu the gentlest kiss on his lips. “Here,” Kiyoomi says with a small head tilt.
Then, Atsumu watches as he brings his own wrist to his mouth. Biting into the flesh quickly.
Atsumu’s eyes widen just as he watches the blood begin to bloom. “Feed, my mate.”
Atsumu’s mouth goes dry as the blood runs. Then, his mouth fills with saliva all at once. His stomach flipping and wringing into knots. He knows he should be appalled, he knows he should.
But he doesn’t.
Instead he looked to Kiyoomi one last time for approval. With a grin and wrist thrusted upwards, it was enough for Atsumu to act.
Grabbing onto the other’s arm, he hoists the punctured skin to his mouth. Encasing Kiyoomi’s wrist with his lips, he moans wildly as the blood leaks onto his tongue.
Atsumu’s hips roll in reaction, rutting himself against Kiyoomi as the vampire’s head is thrown back in his own addicted state of mind. Guiding Atsumu’s hips to continue.
The hunter knew that this blood should taste like iron, like blood, but it didn’t. It tasted like everything. It tasted delectable. The most expensive delicacies. It tasted like magic.
He gulped down greedily, holding onto Kiyoomi tightly as the vampire moaned at his own blood being taken.
Atsumu knew deep in whatever part of his brain that was still cognitively functional that this was common between vampires. When they indulged in sexual acts, they would blood share. Each partner taking and then giving back. It was the most intimate act between the species and Atsumu was partaking.
Everything blurred together then, Atsumu couldn’t tell what was fake and what was real. If the images in his mind were his own, or possibly Kiyoomi’s. If the pain in his gums were real, or some strange after effect of drinking blood.
What he did know for certain was a warm hand wrapped around his cock, subduing the ache. The warmth only spread. Not only was the fire simmering in his veins, but the warmth started spreading around him, under him, touching him.
The hand was squeezing him in the best of ways, while he was being filled.
While he was being ruined.
Only when he felt that build up for the third time this night did he draw his mouth away from Kiyoomi’s wrist. His eyes closed tight, eyebrows pinched together as he gripped Kiyoomi’s shoulders tightly. “My everything,” Kiyoomi mutters before biting into Atsumu’s shoulder one last time.
Then everything erupts.
Atsumu leaves his body then. Floating. His soul leaves before intertwining with another. Emerging and becoming one. One whole body. One soul to another, they form one single entity where one completes the other, deeming their searches to be done. Deeming their solidified bond with one another.
Collapsing back into his body, Atsumu physically collapses against Kiyoomi. They both pant loudly, as Kiyoomi combs through Atsumu’s hair gently.
His inside’s warm, his skin even more so as he presses against the vampire.
“Did you feel it?” Kiyoomi whispers.
Atsumu nods wordlessly, his own fingers tracing up Kiyoomi’s spine. He did feel it. He felt their souls intertwine. They were one.
Mates.
Only when they sat in each other’s embrace for a moment, the daze working its way through Atsumu’s mind, did the hunter begin feeling that something was off. Something was very off.
The man embracing him smelt much more vivid. Like the prettiest roses, and the darkest amber. The room around them smelt even more so. Surrounded was the scent that Atsumu couldn’t describe anything else other than pure sex.
Atsumu stiffened, his hands pausing while they stroked Kiyoomi’s warm back.
He shouldn’t be warm. He was cold. Vampires were supposed to be cold.
“I thought we’d have more time,” Kiyoomi says gently. He pushes Atsumu back in the slightest before holding his cheek, a small smile on his lips.
More time?
Ever since he stepped into this tomb, nothing has made sense, it pissed him off.
But when Kiyoomi’s grin grows wider, those troubled thoughts seem to dissipate. “Red eyes are a good look on you, my mate.”
Atsumu freezes.
He takes a breath and then another. When the panic never surfaced, he blinks blankly.
He wanted to freak out at the thought, the mere possibility of him being something other than human. But, he felt peace swell in his chest. Like this was his intended path. This was where he was always supposed to be.
“I apologize for not saying anything sooner, I was too caught up in everything.” Kiyoomi shakes his head with a small blush of shame creeping his cheeks. “Mate’s are not supposed to co-exist between the magical and mortals. One is not supposed to be immortal while the other is mortal, and so the universe seems to weigh the scale. When we joined, when we drank from each other, it solidified.”
Atsumu’s eyebrows rose. The universe changed him. Turned him so that he may spend the next eternity with his mate.
Deep down, he knew his human self was fighting and scratching at the thought. Maybe later he will find anger at the universe, at Kiyoomi, at himself for letting this happen. But instead, he was content.
He turns his head slightly to kiss Kiyoomi’s palm. The vampire’s shoulders going lax with the display of affection.
Atsumu was a vampire, all because he decided to step in a tomb late one night, on a mission to kill.
But, instead he filled the hole in his chest, found purpose, and discovered something greater than life itself. “Mate,” he speaks gently.
Kiyoomi’s eyes widened, a shudder coursing down his spine. “Eternity,” he whispers, pushing Atsumu backwards onto the couch once more. Atsumu laughs gently as the vampire peppers kisses all over. “Eternity with you.”
Atsumu smile’s fully, his new fangs pressing against his lip. “I’m going to have to quit my job,” He then muses.
Kiyoomi laughs, tucking his face into the other’s neck.
Atsumu didn’t need the distraction of his job anymore anyways. He wanted to be present, he wanted to live.