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Megumi wakes up to an empty bed and a metallic smell. Both of these things are strange.
He reaches over the long expanse of sheets and comes up empty, frowning as he pats the still-warm blankets. He peeks an eye open, slowly blinking in the morning light. Yuuji’s side of the bed is vacant, just the indentation of his body where he was sleeping, the covers pulled back.
And, low on the sheets, is a small pool of red.
Megumi’s eyes widen, and he sits up a little too quickly. He hasn’t got much blood in his body, not yet, and spots quickly fill his vision. When he blinks them away, he examines the sheets: in the soft yellow, there’s a spot the size of a baseball, deep red.
Worry fills the pit of his stomach. He rolls out of bed, slipping on a pair of discarded sweatpants.
Yuuji’s in the kitchen, humming quietly as he cracks an egg into a bowl, breaking the yolk with a pair of chopsticks. Megumi lets out a sigh, fitting himself to Yuuji’s back. Yuuji tenses, then quickly relaxes into Megumi’s touch.
“G’morning,” Yuuji mumbles, reaching back to thread his fingers in Megumi’s hair, pulling him to rest his chin on Yuuji’s shoulder. Megumi kisses the exposed skin there.
“You okay?” Megumi asks, running his fingers under Yuuji’s shirt. He feels for any marks, cuts, anything.
Yuuji glances over his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Now Megumi’s confused. “There was blood on the—”
Yuuji’s face contorts into a scowl, irritation apparent on his face. “Oh, right,” he says, huffing a little. “Yeah, I’ll clean that in a minute. I got my period this morning.”
Relief and concern fill Megumi at the same time. “Your period?” He asks, rubbing Yuuji’s stomach, pushing on the small swell where he knows pressure must be. “That…shouldn’t happen.”
Yuuji’s been on testosterone for…a while now. And he hasn’t menstruated in a while, either.
“I know,” Yuuji grumbles. “I need to call the doctor on Monday.” He continues whisking the eggs, pouring them on the hot pan. He’s tense all over, the muscles in his shoulders straining.
“Baby,” Megumi whispers, kissing Yuuji’s throat. He rubs circles with his thumbs into Yuuji’s lower back, watching him slump into the touch. “You okay?” He’s asking for a completely different reason now.
Yuuji sighs, poking at the edges of the eggs with the chopsticks. “I’m fine, it’s just annoying,” he says. He breaks the mass of yellow as it starts to cook. “I thought I was done with this.”
Megumi continues to press gentle kisses over his neck, his jaw, his face. “What do you need from me?”
Yuuji thinks for a moment, humming as he stirs the eggs around the pan. “I don’t have any pads or anything,” he says.
“Okay,” Megumi says. “Pads,” he presses a kiss to Yuuji’s hairline. “Advil,” a kiss to his temple. “Chocolate,” a kiss to the apple of his cheek. Yuuji giggles at the affection. “Anything else?”
Yuuji picks up the pan and pours the eggs into a plate. “Cuddles?”
Megumi grins, squeezing him tighter. “I think we can make that happen.”
Yuuji turns in his arms, finally looking at him. He’s got a soft, shy smile on his face. He’s got a hickey below his jaw. His big brown eyes look up at Megumi. God, he’s in love with him. Yuuji cups Megumi’s jaw, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “Thank you.”
Their noses bump together. “Anything.”
Megumi washes the sheets, scrubbing the spot until it turns pink before he throws it in the washing machine. He can’t help it if his mouth waters the whole time. His more basic instincts always kick in when he’s around blood, and he can hardly resist Yuuji’s. Still, he contains himself, pleased when he pulls them out of the washer to see them yellow again. He hangs them over the side of the balcony.
With another kiss to Yuuji’s lips, he slips out of the house. At the counter store, he buys a box of pads, ibuprofen, and Yuuji’s favorite chocolate. He makes his usual stop at the butchers on the way home, tucking the red bottle into his armpit.
When Megumi returns, Yuuji’s on the couch, chest rising and falling with his breath. He naps with a towel under his hips, curled around a pillow. Megumi can’t help the warmth that fills his chest. He ducks into the kitchen to put the blood in the refrigerator before crawling on the couch behind Yuuji.
This is how he wanted to wake up this morning—Yuuji’s soft skin under his fingertips, feeling him stir, blinking sleepy eyes up at him. He smiles at Megumi and Megumi can’t help but smile back, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Handsome,” he purrs, letting Yuuji wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“You’re so pale,” Yuuji whispers, brushing Megumi’s hair out of his face. His thumb presses into Megumi’s cheek, and he can feel the way his skin lingers in the shape of it. “Have you fed today?”
Megumi shakes his head, and at Yuuji’s frown, he smiles and says, “Haven’t been hungry.” He kisses Yuuji’s cheek. “I just picked some blood up.”
And then the idea hits him. It moves through his body not unlike blood, washing from his forehead down to his toes. He grins, just a little, watching Yuuji raise an eyebrow at his expression.
His hand dips down, past Yuuji’s belly to the fabric of his underwear, damp from Yuuji’s cycle. He runs his fingers through the hair at his mound, watching Yuuji shiver. “Though,” he whispers, breath ghosting by Yuuji’s ear, “it seems you have more than enough right here.”
He watches the idea rush through Yuuji, too. He can hear his heart valves flap open, making way for the rush of blood to Yuuji’s face, watching his cheeks fill up, so full, so alive. Yuuji opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He closes it. Opens it again. Megumi kisses him.
He kisses down his throat, his clothed chest, down to where his shirt rode up, where the trail of hair that leads down to his bush starts. “Megumi,” Yuuji finally says, fisting a hand in his hair. “That’s—”
“When I was washing the sheets,” Megumi says, running his hands up Yuuji’s thighs, feeling them tremble beneath his touch, “all I wanted to do was shove them in my mouth.” He buries his face in the dip between Yuuji’s thighs, reveling in the scent of fresh blood. “You smell so good.”
Yuuji’s knees close around Megumi, hand in his hair trying to pull him off. “God, Megumi,” he stutters. “That’s so gross.”
“Why?” Megumi asks, pushing his legs apart. A line of dark blood drips from the inside of his thigh, and Megumi traces it with his tongue, licking up to the fabric of his briefs. The taste makes his fangs drop into his mouth, slurring when he says, “I’ve drank your blood before. It’s my favorite.”
“This is different.” He’s never seen Yuuji this embarrassed, face and ears and neck bright red, hand trying to cover his face. “This, it’s, it’s—”
“It’s natural,” Megumi says, pulling Yuuji’s hand from his face. He cups Yuuji’s jaw, brushing his heated skin with his thumb. “I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable, but I want to make you feel good.” He gives Yuuji a smile, a shrug. “Don’t they say orgasm helps with cramps?”
Yuuji’s still flushing, but he looks up at Megumi, worrying his lip. “You don’t think it’s gross?”
Megumi shakes his head. “Your body’s doing what it needs to do,” he says. “My body needs blood. Honestly, it’s kind of perfect.”
That makes Yuuji smile, a flustered little laugh bubbling out his lips. Megumi can’t help but lean down and kiss his cheek.
“Please?” Megumi asks, voice a tone lower, letting his hot breath overheat Yuuji’s cheek. “Let me taste you?”
Yuuji shudders under him. “Yeah,” he whispers, a whimper. “Yeah, fine, okay.”
Megumi gives him another kiss as thank you before making his way back down. He settles himself between Yuuji’s thighs again, keeping them spread with steady hands. Megumi dips his face into the fabric again, overwhelmed by the scent, the molten heat against his lips. He opens his mouth, laying the flat of his tongue against the ruined underwear, licking a stripe up to where he knows Yuuji’s cock lies beneath. Yuuji’s hips lift, chasing the touch.
Yuuji’s blood has always been Megumi’s favorite. It’s rich and dense and sweet like brownie batter. This blood is more savory, Megumi thinks as he closes his lips around the fabric and sucks, letting the blood coat his tongue. Different, but not bad—it’s all still Yuuji.
He has to peel the briefs from Yuuji’s sticky skin, dropping them on the floor beside them. Beneath is a scene Megumi’s seen many times before, but it still excites him—Yuuji’s bare skin, his folds, his cock, red from neglect. Blood seeps from his hole, slick with arousal, and Megumi licks it up, pressing his tongue as deep as it will go, chasing the taste.
Yuuji’s breathing hard, thighs trembling around Megumi’s head. Megumi looks up at him, and he’s watching him with hazy eyes, hand clamped over his mouth. Megumi grabs his wrist, tugging it away. “Don’t hide,” he demands, licking around Yuuji’s cock just to hear him gasp. “Let me hear you.”
So Yuuji does, groaning as Megumi licks between his lips, tugging at Megumi’s hair. Megumi wraps an arm around his thigh to pull him closer, fucking his tongue into his hole to taste Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji.
Realistically, it’s not enough blood to do anything for Megumi, but he can already feel his cheeks heating up, his cock stirring in his sweats, his body starting to wake up.
Yuuji’s thighs close again as his body shakes, little cries of “ah, ah, ah!” as he comes around Megumi’s tongue. Another gush of blood and arousal fills Megumi’s mouth, and he moans at the taste.
He pulls away, licking a long stripe from his hole to his cock just to feel Yuuji shudder. “I didn’t even touch your cock,” Megumi observes, pressing a kiss to his thigh. It leaves a red mark, so he licks it back up.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Yuuji groans, tipping his head back into a pillow, heel pushing between Megumi’s shoulder blades. “Keep going.”
Megumi grins, diving back in. Despite Yuuji’s words, his body still jumps in overstimulation, hip jerking away. Megumi holds him down, sucking his cock between his lips, and Yuuji all but wails.
He presses a finger into the give of his body, and it sinks in to the third knuckle easily. He adds another finger, curling them up into that sweet spot, massaging it until Yuuji’s whining, fluid gushing between Megumi’s fingers.
When Megumi pulls them out they’re red, bright, runny blood dripping onto his knuckles. Yuuji watches as Megumi sucks them into his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, head hitting the pillow. “Fuck, Megumi.”
“You taste so good,” Megumi says, licking Yuuji’s fluttering hole. He pushes his sticky fingers back in, listening to the squish of liquid as he fucks him. “Look how wet you are.”
“Fuck me,” Yuuji says, grinding down on Megumi’s fingers. “Please, baby, fuck me, I need it—”
Megumi kisses him with his messy mouth, and Yuuji moans into the kiss, licking his own blood from Megumi’s tongue. When Megumi pulls away, Yuuji’s panting, looking at him through hooded eyes, face flushed red hot. He curls his finger again, watching Yuuji’s face contort in pleasure. “God, if I knew how horny this would get you, I would’ve suggested it earlier.”
He pulls out his fingers, pushing them in his mouth again, rubbing Yuuji’s stomach. It flutters to the touch. He shoves his own sweatpants down his thighs, kicking them off. Yuuji grabs his cock, stroking him roughly, drawing a moan from Megumi’s chest.
Megumi pulls Yuuji closer to him, their hips touching, letting his cock drag through the sticky mess between Yuuji’s thighs. He shudders. “We should probably use a condom,” he says, pulling his hips back to grind against him again. “Since you have your cycle again.”
“Yeah,” Yuuji says, grinding back just as desperately. “Probably.”
Their eyes meet. And then Megumi’s pushing into that slick heat, and Yuuji’s clenching around him, eyes zeroed in on where Megumi disappears into his body.
“Fuck,” Yuuji hisses, rocking down on Megumi’s cock.
Megumi drops to his elbows, low enough to kiss Yuuji’s lips, now sticky with his own fluids. “You’re perfect,” Megumi whispers, licking Yuuji’s lips.
He draws his hips back and slams back in and god , the slide is perfect, Yuuji’s body loose and wet and welcoming. Yuuji gasps every time their hips meet, body flushed, blood pumping through his body, to his face, through that artery—
Megumi leans down and licks Yuuji’s neck. He can feel Yuuji’s heartbeat on his tongue, the warm blood flowing just beneath the skin. Yuuji tilts his head, bearing his throat, giving Megumi room. “Yeah, babe,” he gasps, moaning when Megumi’s hips slam home. “Bite me, bite me, bite me.”
So Megumi does, sinks his teeth into the tender flesh, feels the skin give and break and fresh blood fill his mouth. It’s all Yuuji, around him, under him, filling his mouth and pooling warmth in his belly. Yuuji’s babbling, moans and words slurring together like they always do when Megumi bites him, high on venom and Megumi’s touch. Megumi drinks his fill, feeling his skin heat up, his skin grow warm and flushed, his cock filling up just that bit more.
Megumi licks at the weeping wound, watching Yuuji’s body go all loose and pliant. Megumi fucks him through it, thumbs at his cock until he’s quivering, panting out a moan as he comes, and Megumi follows, slotting their hips together and empties himself into Yuuji.
Yuuji whines as Megumi pulls out, and whines even more when he leans down and licks through the mess they made, blood and spit and come all leaking down Yuuji’s thighs. “Look at you,” Megumi coos, fingers dancing along Yuuji’s flushed, sensitive skin. “So messy.”
“Mmm,” Yuuji mumbles, useless tongue trying to make words. “You’id dat,” he says, and Megumi chuckles, pressing a kiss to Yuuji’s lips.
“Yeah,” he says. “I did.”
He scoops Yuuji up, wrapping the towel around his waist and carries him to the bathroom, setting him down on the toilet as Megumi fills the tub. He runs a washcloth under warm water, gently easing Yuuji’s thighs apart to clean most of the mess, Yuuji groaning as Megumi wipes his sensitive skin.
He pulls them both into the tub, setting Yuuji between his legs and against his chest, letting warm water drip against Yuuji’s chest as he slowly comes back to himself. Eventually, Yuuji’s humming as Megumi lathers soap across his shoulders. He tips his head back, blinking those brown eyes at him. His pupils are still blown out, but he focuses on Megumi’s face. He giggles. “You’ve got blood all over your face,” he says, bringing a wet, soapy hand up to wipe Megumi’s chin. “Yucky.”
That makes Megumi laugh, too, nipping at Yuuji’s fingertips. Yuuji relaxes against Megumi’s body, drawing shapes along Megumi’s chest. “Feeling good?”
Yuuji nods, pressing a kiss to Megumi’s shoulder. “Thank you, ‘Gumi,” he whispers, all loose and quiet and sweet, and Megumi just wants to eat him up. He wraps his arms right around Yuuji’s middle, pressing wet, soapy kisses to Yuuji’s face.
“Sweet boy,” he says, kissing Yuuji’s jaw. “I love you.”
Yuuji’s smile, a big, happy grin, and Megumi wants to make him do that all the time. “I love you, too.”