How they Met

Yoko awoke with a groan. Everything hurt, but nothing as much as his head. With a whine he curled back up against Kuronue’s bare chest, smiling as he inhaled the bat’s musky scent, gently drifting back to sleep, but something was nagging at him…



Kuronue blinked against the sunlight and moaned in pain as his head throbbed. Something was bugging him, but he ignored it and pulled Yoko to him, burying his face in the fox’s hair and letting that gentle rosy aroma lull him back to sleep…



…Wait.



Both of them sat up at once, staring at each other in horror. Kuronue spoke first. “Please tell me…that didn’t really happen. Tell me I was dreaming, Yoko…”



Slowly the fox shook his head. “Unless we both had the same dream, and unless dreams can somehow make me wake up feeling like I got run over by a rampaging bull, then yes, it did happen.” With a groan he fell forwards, burying his face in Kuronue’s shoulder. “I hurt…”



“Yoko…I am so sorry…” Kuronue whispered. He was horrified at the pain he’d put Yoko in and terrified the fox would hate him for it.



“Don’t be,” came the muffled response. “I wanted it, at the time…I think. Now I’m just reaping the consequences…”



“This is all my fault; I shouldn’t have had anything to drink! I know how I get when I’m drunk…!”



Yoko sat up, glaring at him. “Did you hear a word I said, bat?” he growled. “I’m not angry at you. There’s nothing for you to apologize for. So can it!” He fell back against Kuronue again.

They were quiet for a long time before Yoko mumbled. “Do you…regret it?”



Kuronue shrugged, looking away. “Was my first time,” he growled, refusing to look at Yoko.



The fox snorted in disbelief. “Really?” Kuronue nodded. “Never would have guessed it,” Yoko said truthfully.



Kuronue met his eyes finally. “I’m just…glad I didn’t hurt you, Yoko.” He blinked. “I mean, I’m glad I didn’t hurt you in some way you didn’t want me to…”



Yoko tried to laugh, but it made his head throb angrily. He smiled instead. After a moment he muttered, “You never answered, Kuro. Do you regret it?” He paused. “Because I don’t…”



Kuronue snorted. “Of course you don’t; you’re infamous for ‘slam, bam thank you ma ‘am’—er, ‘sir’, whatever…”



Yoko growled. “Just answer the damn question, Kuronue…”



Kuronue hesitated. “N-No, Yoko, I don’t. Not the act itself, no…”



Yoko let out a breath Kuronue hadn’t noticed he’d been holding. “Good. And yes, there are many people I’ve…used…in the past. It’s not—something I’m particularly proud of,” he added quietly. “But…it’s different, with you…I don’t—I don’t wanna lose you, Kuronue. I was so afraid when I woke up that you’d be angry; that you’d wish it hadn’t happened…that you’d wanna leave…”



Kuronue pulled him closer. “So was I,” he whispered, burying his face in Yoko’s hair. The words weren’t necessary, but he whispered them anyway. “I love you, fox…”



Yoko whimpered happily, a purr rising in his chest as he curled back up in Kuronue’s arms. “Love you, too, Kuro…”



Kuronue pulled the blanket over them and they fell back asleep that way, content to sleep away their hangovers in each other’s arms.





When they awoke, their headaches were gone but were replaced by gut-wrenching hunger. Kuronue got out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen. He was back in a moment, looking tired.



“What’s for breakfast?” Yoko mumbled, curled up under the blankets.



“That depends. What do you want?” Kuronue asked, leaning in the doorframe.



Yoko yawned and said, “Anything that doesn’t involve my having to move.”



Kuronue nearly protested, and then with a pang of guilt realized that the fox was probably still pretty sore. He sighed and went back to the kitchen.



Yoko dozed as he waited, prevented from actually sleeping by his rumbling stomach. The room was cold, but sunlight streamed through and onto Kuronue’s bed, and the comforter was heavy and soft. The fox’s ears picked up the sizzle of a frying pan in the other room and the enticing aroma of cooking bacon assailed his nostrils soon after. Yoko’s stomach rumbled in anticipation. In a moment he could smell potatoes too, and whined impatiently.



After far too much time, Kuronue returned with breakfast for both of them on a large tray. Yoko sat up and smiled, his stomach rejoicing at the sight of the fried eggs, bacon, toast, and potatoes. Kuronue was no master chef, but it was hard to screw up breakfast and they were both at that stage where anything would have tasted good. They demolished the meal in silence and then settled back onto the pillows, picking at the crumbs contentedly.



Kuronue pulled the fox into his arms again and buried his nose in Yoko’s hair. Yoko purred dreamily, more than happy to let Kuronue take the dominant role. A part of him wondered about that, about why it felt so right this way. Yoko ignored it, too comfortable to care.



Kuronue let out a shaky sigh into his hair. “Fox…I’m so glad you’re okay… I’m so glad—the things I could have done to you!”



“Kuronue…”



The bat would not be consoled. He was shaking in relief, now, clutching the fox to him. “I was acting out of anger and lust, Yoko! I didn’t care if I hurt you too much or if I took it too far...if you’d wanted me to stop I wouldn’t have; I—my god, I could have raped you without a second thought!” Kuronue shuddered at the thought. Yoko reached up and touched his cheek silently. Kuronue brushed him away, still in the grip of the terrible “What If…” monster. “I was so out of control…I could have lost it and—“ another shudder wracked his body. “I could have done something a thousand times worse than rape…”



This was something Kuronue did frequently that infuriated Yoko. He would drop dire hints like that and then not elaborate. Whenever Yoko asked about it Kuronue would shake his head and change the subject. It drove the fox absolutely mad. He’d had just about enough of it, too.



Yoko sat up and glared at him. “This again…” he growled. “You do this all the time! Just tell me what it is you’re hiding, bat! Tell me, or stop dropping dire hints every time something happens!” He saw the familiar head-shake begin, and growled angrily. “Oh, no. You’re not evading it this time. Tell me.”



Kuronue turned away, his face falling into shadow. “I can’t, Yoko. You’d hate me for it…”



That was even more infuriating than the evading. Yoko bit back a snarl, realizing that Kuronue would not yield to anger. He sighed and pulled the bat to him, kissing him gently. “Impossible, love. Nothing could make me hate you. Please, Kuronue, I’m only asking because if it’s something I could help you with…”



“It’s not.” Kuronue held his fox close.



Yoko sighed. Of course it wasn’t. That would have made it too easy. “Even so… Please, Kuro, I love you; I hate having this secret wedged between us. I hate knowing you don’t trust me, that you feel you have to hide something from me!”



Kuronue said nothing, knowing Yoko was right and feeling guilty for hiding it. Part of him wanted to tell the fox everything, but he held back, shaking his head again, too afraid of what Yoko would say. “I-I can’t, Yoko. I’m sorry.”



“Kuronue…” Yoko whispered. “Please, Kuronue…I just— I could never hate you, not for anything. Please trust me!”



Kuronue could hear the desperation in the fox’s voice. He caved in, unable to deny his fox any longer. He buried is face in Yoko’s hair and whispered, “I-I’m a vampire, Yoko.”



Yoko’s mind reeled. “But—wait, that’s not—how can –“



“I’m a living vampire. I don’t have to drink blood to survive.”



Yoko could feel Kuronue trembling. He grabbed the bat’s vest and kissed him gently. “Kuronue I don’t care what you are,” he whispered.



Kuronue turned away. “How can you not? I’m a monster…”



Yoko touched his cheek. “Because I love you, is how. You can’t call yourself a monster, Kuronue, because you don’t indulge in blood drinking.”



Kuronue shook his head. “Even if I don’t, I have no self-control; no way of stopping myself when I get angry or when…carnal desires take control. I’m a danger to you and everyone else around me…” He looked back at Yoko. “When I said I could have done much worse than rape you, I meant I could have bitten you and drained all your blood, turning you into something worse than dead… I could have fucked you hard enough to break your spine; I shudder to think of what would have happened if I accidentally drew blood when I bit you nipple…”



Despite himself, Yoko felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising. He ignored it. “But you didn’t, Kuronue, so please stop berating yourself for something that never happened. I love you. Nothing on the face of the Earth can change that.”



He doesn’t understand, Kuronue thought, burying his face in the fox’s hair. He doesn’t realize I can potentially ruin his life if I don’t wind up ending it…



“Kuronue…” Yoko said, sounding thoughtful. “When I asked you what you wanted from me in return for saving my life…I know you had something else in mind other than what you said. That request was related to this, wasn’t it?” Kuronue nodded. Yoko looked up. “Can I ask what it was?”



The bat sighed. “I was going to ask for you to let me bind you…”



“…What?”



Kuronue shifted. “If I were to bite you, you’d slowly start getting addicted to the toxins in my saliva,” he explained. “At a certain point, you would be irrevocably bound to me and would live as long as I did, unable to ever leave me for too long. You would belong to me, in a way. No other vampire could ever touch you and I would have ways to control you and make you do what I wanted. You would become undead with me; your soul bound to mine for eternity.” Kuronue closed his eyes again. “I couldn’t ask you to do that for me…”



Yoko laid his cheek back on the rough cloth of Kuronue’s vest. “Why not?”



Kuronue snorted gently. “I save your life and you give me your soul for the rest of forever? Hardly a fair trade…”



The idea intrigued Yoko, however. The fox in him recoiled at being so completely under someone else’s—even Kuronue’s—control, but at the same time, the thought of belonging to Kuronue sent a chill down his spine. I’ve never taken a submissive role in bed before, but Kuronue dragged out my inner uke within seconds. Certainly the thought of dominating him isn’t nearly as appealing as the thought of his cock up my ass, pounding me into the bed. I want him, I love him, I don’t ever want to leave him. And if he can control me… Images of Kuronue growling orders at Yoko, and Yoko somehow being forced to obey them nearly drew a moan from the fox. He looked up at Kuronue.



“Do it,” he whispered. “Bite me.”



“What!?” Kuronue yelped.



“You heard me, bat. I want you to bind me; I want to be yours for eternity. I want you to own every inch of me, Kuronue!”



Kuronue felt a little thrill. It was tempting to agree, but something was holding him back. It would be so easy, too…Just one little bite…that’s all…



Yoko kissed Kuronue’s jaw. “Please, love? It’s not an issue of a fair exchange now; I just want to be closer to you; I want—“ He stopped, still confused about why he was so desperate to let Kuronue have so much power over him. “—I like being your bitch, Kuronue,” he said slowly, unable to hide a little smile. “I don’t know why, but there’s something about you that drags out every masochistic impulse in me, something that wants you to own me, to dominate me…”



Kuronue knew Yoko spoke the truth, because he felt there was something about Yoko that brought out all the dominant, sadistic urges, something strong enough to knock away his usual insecurity and self-loathing and drag up all the confidence in himself that was required to dominate the intelligence and strength and vivacity that was Yoko Kurama. He sighed. Why am I resisting this…? The moment I thought of binding him to me, all that time ago, it somehow felt like the right thing to do; I had this weird urge to bite him even though I’ve never taken blood and therefore have none of the usual lust for it. And now that he knows this connection exists, Yoko obviously had the same reaction I did. Surely biting him once wouldn’t be enough to hook him, would it? Kuronue brought his eyes to Yoko’s and the fox wordlessly bared his flawless, creamy throat.



Drawn by some mysterious force, Kuronue ran his tongue up the center of the fox’s throat, feeling the ridges of his trachea under his tongue. His mind was blank of all thought, every cell in his body focused on the skin under his mouth. Kuronue pulled Yoko closer, seeking the spot where life pulsed close to the skin, his own heart hammering loudly. Yoko could feel it beating as their bodies pressed together, Kuronue’s tongue wandering lazily over his neck. The fox whimpered, a little afraid of the commitment he was making but mostly he was just happy and excited. Kuronue’s lips settled over Yoko’s pulse and that scorching tongue crept out to tease the spot, drawing a whine from the fox.



Kuronue growled, driven purely by instinct now, every nerve in his body screaming at him to sink his teeth into that alabaster expanse. He obeyed the call, biting down on Yoko’s pulse, his teeth breaking the skin with surprising ease. Yoko cried out, his hand clutching Kuronue’s vest. He felt it as all four of Kuronue’s sharp canines dug into his jugular. Kuronue’s head spun as blood trickled into his mouth and he sucked hard, trying to draw as much as possible. Yoko moaned in his arms.



Kuronue’s saliva entered Yoko’s bloodstream through the tiny holes in the ends of his canines. Yoko felt it as a sudden burn as it entered and he could feel it tingling down his jugular all the way to his heart, where it struck. Immediately Yoko’s heart beat faster, supplying more blood for the bat to greedily swallow. As Kuronue pulled on the wounds his teeth had made, more saliva was injected and the cycle repeated. Yoko writhed under him, whimpering, unable to think anymore.

The bat was stopped in his attack on Yoko’s throat by the same force that had led him there. He let go, hearing Yoko’s cry of dismay through hazy ears. Kuronue began to gently lick the four small holes in the fox’s throat, and Yoko relaxed into his arms again, his eyes closing and his fingers loosening around Kuronue’s vest.



“Kuronue…that feels good…” Yoko muttered.



Instinct told Kuronue that this gentle licking would help the wounds heal faster. He sighed, coherency returning at last. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”



Yoko purred. “Mmm... a little at first, but mostly that felt wonderful.” He picked his head up as Kuronue pulled away and laid his head on Kuronue’s chest.



“I don’t think one bite is enough to actually hook you,” Kuronue muttered, feeling sated, an empty space he hadn’t realized existed now full. “So there’s still time to reconsider, if you want…”



Yoko shook his head. “Are you kidding? That was—extraordinary. Maybe I’m not actually addicted yet but I sure as hell don’t want you to stop! Besides,” he said, meeting Kuronue’s eyes. “Now that you’ve drank, you’ll need blood to survive. Once you start you can’t stop…And I couldn’t deny you the right to mine, Kuronue. Not ever.”



Kuronue smiled. “Thank you, Yoko. I’m so grateful to you…”



Yoko smirked. “If you want to thank me, then go out and buy—or steal, if you prefer, now that you’ve proven yourself able—some proper toys for later.” His smile was sultry, making Kuronue’s organ throb a little. “This little slave’s back’s stopped hurting and he craves his master’s touch…”