Crimson Moonlight

His eyes locked onto the sun setting in the distant horizon as the numerous images outside the window sped by while the train moved it\'s way down the track, threatening all who dared to attempt to impede it\'s powerful path. His first train ride, and yet, Ren had always felt it would be more exciting. Yet in the closed booth, the only company he had was a "demon-hunter" who had barely spoken to him since he left his hometown just one day prior.



While he seemed to be enjoying the imagery of the passing horizon, his thoughts were anywhere but. It had began subtly, only a few hours after he woke up with Kyrios in the woods. Images, brief flashes like a blinking lightbulb in the back of his mind. At first, they came to quickly for him to even recognize, though the more they came, the more the image becomes clear. Again, like an apple sitting on table in a dark room with a blinking lightbulb. At first, the flash is to quick to recognize the apple, but the more the light blinks, the more you catch, and the more the shape comes to form.. Though, what he remembered wasn\'t an apple.



It was sex. His and Kyrios\'s bodies tangled in the heated throes of passion, Kyrios\'s powerful body pushing into him again and again, bringing him to a terribly hard orgasm, the teeth in his neck causing the most intense heat to rip through his body. The dreams confused him, because if they weren\'t just his imagination craving the admitedly handsome hunter, then why did his ass hurt for so long yesterday? Why could he still taste something salty in his mouth? And where the hell did the bruise on his neck come from?



He had attributed all of his pains to Kyrios\'s story, that a demon possessed his body and he had exorcised it. However, the images were becoming much more vivid for it to be a mere dream, and no detail was spared.



His brown eyes glanced at Kyrios\'s sleeping form. Despite his rough appearance, he slept very softly, much like a small child. Humiliation had prevented him from confronting Kyrios about the thoughts, having no doubt that he would be mocked for having sex thoughts about the other man if they were in fact, just that. Still, he felt the need to talk about something, anything. The silence was driving him crazy.



"Are...you awake?"



"..." The sleeping mass said nothing in reply.



"Figures..." He turned his attention back toward the outside, his mind returning to his sex-filled thoughts.



"What is it?" A low voice grumbled. He turned his attention back to the raven-haired hunter, whom hadn\'t even opened his eyes.



"W-Well..." Why was he always like this with him? So intimidated by the other man. "...I was just wondering where we\'re heading."



He scoffed, seemingly frustrated by the otherwise fair question. "To the port, it\'s about a week away. There we\'ll go to an unmarked island out at sea where HQ is...there I\'ll turn you over to the boss and that\'ll be that."



"Boss...You said I\'m some...Seer-thing...right? Well what does your boss want with me, and how do you know I\'m this Seer at all?"



Azure eyes flashed open, the intense glare speaking the words "Let me sleep, fucking brat." rather clearly. "You know those pains in your head, come with some intense nausea and fatigue?" Ren nodded. "That\'s the Seer\'s power, it can be crippling if you don\'t know how to control it. And as for the boss, he wants to use you for experimentation."



As he watched Ren\'s face turn white as a sheet, he couldn\'t help but laugh. "Wait, you thinking he\'s gonna lay you down naked on a table and probe you with various sharp objects." The ghostly white became a flustered pink on Ren\'s face. "Nah, just analysis of your abilities. No probing at all." His laughter dying down, his eyes closed again, satisfied with the pouty-look that he\'d left on Ren\'s face.



"...So...you said you\'re a half-dem-" Fake snoring filled the air, Kyrios making sure to be as loud as possible to drown out the boy\'s talking. Flustered and thoroughly pissed by the immature action, Ren shut his eyes and tried to get to sleep as well, where the half-demon hunter was already waiting for him.



The train stopped at a nearby town the next morning where Kyrios and Ren disembarked at Kyrios\'s insistence. The town was fairly small, seemingly only existing as a rest-stop for people who\'d taken a long trip on the train and needed to stretch their legs.



"Why\'d...we stop here? Why not just keep going straight to the port?"



"You said something about not having any extra clothes right? I can\'t have you running around naked, so I\'d figure you could go pick you up some." Ren was actually impressed by the consideration the hunter had shown him.



Then he remembered a change of clothes wasn\'t the only thing he\'d left behind in his old life. "But...I don\'t have any money..." Kyrios had already fished his wallet from his jeans and thrust a wad of cash into he brunette\'s dainty hands.



"There, now go crazy. I\'ll be at the inn, just ask for my room at the front desk. Don\'t be loud. I\'m gonna get some sleep."



"Sleep!? You slept on the damn train!"



"There\'s a job tonight, gotta get my rest." Kyrios waved himself away as he moved through the small crowd of people. Ren wanted to ask what kind of job Kyrios was refferring, but he felt he already had an idea. He made his way to the gas station/clothing/canned goods store and looked through the skimpy selection of clothing. Nothing but t-shirts and jeans that were either five sizes to big, or two sizes too small. He hadn\'t wanted anything fancy, but he\'d rather have a blank t-shirt than one that read some obscene message about women\'s bodies.



After buying the most tasteful attire he could find, he made his way to the two story inn. He hoped the shabby hotel at least had a shower. Didn\'t have to be hot, just something with running water and anything that passed for soap. He hadn\'t been clean in two days. Inquiring about which room held his "roommate" he made his way to the second story, and to their room. He quietly opened the door and crept in, softly closing the door behind him as he slipped into the dark room.



As expected, Kyrios lay on the bed, wrapped tightly in a cocoon of covers, sleeping much the same as he had on the train, shallow breathing and remaining perfectly still. Setting his bags down, he took a seat on the adjacent bed, picking up the remote for the small television and flipping through the skimpy selection of channels, keeping the volume low.



While he skimmed the channels, his eyes were glued on to the sleeping form on the other bed. He bit his lip as the images flashed again in his mind.



"I wonder...if his skin feels the same as I remember..." His body unconsciously crept onto Kyrios\'s bed. "No...what the hell am I doing?" His fingers slipped under the covers, carefully peeling the layer of thin sheet off of Kyrios\'s body. His breath caught in his throat. The raven-haired man slept almost naked, the only shred of clothing came in the form of the paper thin boxers that barely clung to his slim waist, doing little to conceal the rather large organ hidden underneath. His wonderfully muscled body was covered by a soft layer of skin, smooth and tanned, with a few scars marring the otherwise perfect body.



Reminding himself of how bad of an idea this was, Ren settled himself between Kyrios\'s legs. His hand\'s began a slow descent down each of Kyrios\'s arms\' shuddering as he felt the tense muscles underneath his finger tips. So solid, so unlike his own slender body, formed through years of overprotective parents and long hours of tedious bookwork. After reaching the other\'s hands with his touching, his hands traveled back up, following along the clearly defined trails of veins. One hand continuing it\'s groping of his arm, but the other made a descent down a much more appealing zone. The chest.



The wonderfully powerful pectorals begged to be touched. His fingers danced along his chest muscles, pinching and rubbing each dusky nipple. His body burned, burned hotter than any fire as his finger dipped lower down the sleeping hunters chest.



"I should stop..." He whispered to himself, frustrated that even his own body was ignoring him. His fingers traced the strong abdomen. Under his fingers exploration, no muscle was left untouched, no scar untraced. The fire in his belly grew strong, a thin layer of sweat sticking his clothes to his body. "Must...stop..."



His hands exploration was halted by the waistband of the boxers. "Stop..." He begged his body again. He eyes were now locked on to the nape of the half-demon\'s neck. His final "stop..." came out more of a purr than a beg, his head lowering itself to that beautiful crook of muscle. The heavy musk of the half-demon filled the air, exciting Ren further, his erection harder than it had ever been.



That reason in his mind was now dead, his desire to taste the flesh of this other man overwhelming all other thought. His tongue traced the vein that stood out on Kyrios\'s solid neck, licking a trail down to the nape where his mouth latched onto the crook, a soft moan escaping his plush lips as the taste of the hunter, the taste of Kyrios, overwhelmed his senses, sending them all into overdrive.



His fingers dipped past the waist band of the boxers, resting in the nest of black curls, lying in wait to descend further. The excitement of his hand being so close to Kyrios\'s manhood was outweighed by his mouth on the hunter\'s neck. What started as a desire to taste that boiled his blood, was now a heavy, crushing desire to bite.



Bite down, feel the copper tang of the blood fill his mouth, bite down on the very spot, where he himself was bruised. The sunlight crept into the dark room from the shudders, making his brown-turned crimson eyes flare like fire as his teeth scraped the skin. He prepared to make a rather harsh bite, blissfully unaware of the icy gaze upon him.



"What...the hell...are you doing?" The voice was a low grumble, shocking Ren back to his senses, as his actions became all to clear. He pulled himself off of Kyrios\'s body, pierced by the rather amused gaze of the hunter as his words became senseless babble in search of the non-existent words to explain his actions. "Molestation is a crime you know. Maybe I should call the police." Kyrios found himself deeply amused by the boys babbling.



"I-I-I I wasn\'t molesting you...I was just..." In his humiliated state, his crimson eyes returned to their natural chocolate hue.



"Your hand was a centimeter away from my cock, your mouth was on my neck, and you were feeling up my arm. That seems like the book-definition of molestation." His words remained amused by the boys uncharacteristic bumbling. How cute it was too see the well-spoken little bastard at a loss for words.



"I-I..." Kyrios crooned his body up, wrapping his hands around Ren\'s waist and pulling the boy close. "K-Kyrios...!" Ren\'s face was a deep crimson as Kyrios\'s lips kissed his ear.



"Tell you what, damn brat..." He cooed, the hot breath sending a deep shiver down Ren\'s spine. "Put on a frilly french maid outfit, call me Master Kyrios...and I\'ll fuck you good and proper..." The words returned sensibility to the Seer.



Smacking the hunter on the head, he slipped off the bed and ruffled through his bags of clothes. "What\'re you hitting me for, I\'m the victim here." His mocking laughter would\'ve earned retaliation from Ren at any other point.



"Shut up..." Grabbing a change of clothes, he made his way for the shower, indignation powering each step. He no longer cared if the shower wasn\'t hot, he needed a cold one. A cold one to freeze out the flaring images in his head of being taken by the raven haired hunter.



The time passed by, with Kyrios returning to sleep after Ren\'s shower, laughing himself to sleep by warning Ren against further advances. Ren flipped through the television, finding something interesting, but not interesting enough to distract him from his lustful thoughts. When night fell, Kyrios left, giving a mocking "Later sweet pea." which was rewarded with a thrown pillow.



"So...boring..." Rolling over, his gaze fell upon the floor, fell to the discarded shirt Kyrios had torn off when he changed clothes to go hunting. "No...I\'m not going to..." His body seemed to be making a habit of ignoring his words, reaching out and grabbing the shirt.



He pressed the shirt against his face and took in a deep breath, moaning as the shirt\'s scent flooded his nostrils. The same smell that permeated the air when he toyed with Kyrios\'s body eariler, and the same smell he remembered in his vivid dreams of the hunter. His erection strained in his jeans, as he pulled them open, allowing his painful problem freedom from it\'s constraints.



His hands grasped his hardened length, running his hand up and down the shaft in a quickly accelerating speed as the husky smell overwhelmed his petite form. His eyes burned crimson once again, his body hot to the touch as he stroked himself again and again.



The smell heavy on him, he dropped the article of clothing to the floor, his body aching for another touch. His now free hand moved to the bruise on his neck, applying pressure to the sensitive area. He cried out, his hand moving faster along his length, his body so desperate for any touch. The pain that shot through his body as he pressured the bruise pleased him, combining with the already intense sensations of his own self-pleasuring.



His eyes clenched tight, sweat drenching his body as he tossed his head back, falling back onto the couch, pushing harder on the bruise, pumping his erection harder. The image of Kyrios flashed in his mind, the image of his hard form gently hovering over his own, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he replaced Ren\'s hand with his own, stroking the younger boy to completion.



In a moment of shame, and intense pleasure, Ren brought himself to completion, quickly pulling up his shirt to get the essence on his stomach, rather than his newly bought clothes. His breath ragged pants as he recoiled from the most intense orgasm he\'d ever experienced, his hazy gaze fixed onto the ceiling. "So...this is masochism..." He uttered, his fingers still toying with the angry bruise.



The hollow streets of the city almost seemed to know the malice of those whom waited in the shadows, Kyrios\'s lone form moving through the desolate town. The scent of the demons was thick, made heavier with the thick smell of blood. The vampires had fed that night, likely on some passing tourists that had gotten off the train with himself and Ren. Afterall, who would miss them?



The smell led him to an old club, long since abandoned, vandalism making the club\'s former name illegible and yet the sound of music still erupted from it\'s depths. Kyrios\'s hand slipped to the holster on his waist, pulling the silver plated magnum from it\'s resting spot. Wooden stakes and crosses be damned. Kyrios found a bullet to the head seemed to be effective for killing almost anything.



He made his descent into the club, eyes keeping close watch of the shadows that crowded the entrance, wary of an ambush. The smell of blood and vampire became stronger with each step. Brilliant lights of every color came into view, the music loud enough to burst eardrums as a group of vampires congregated around the dance floor, a blood crazed, almost ritualistic dance guided their bodies around the dismembered corpses at their feet. Most of the blood had likely been devoured by the gluttonous blood suckers, though Kyrios noticed copious amounts on their bodies, likely from the adrenaline crazed blood orgy that usually followed a vampires feeding.



Clearing his throat, the group of vampires became aware of Kyrios\'s presence, all eyes upon him. "You guys aren\'t very smart y\'know. No guard at the entrance. What\'re ya, a buncha kids. You\'re daddy not teach you the proper way to feed." He mocked, his silver magnum glittering in the dancing lights of the room.



The vampires said nothing, only bore their fangs like dogs ready to attack. Cocking his magnum, Kyrios took aim, and fired.



After taking his second shower of the evening, Ren rubbed the towel through his hair. He quickly realized the night clothes he\'d purchased were a bit to big as the sleep pants were barely clinging to his narrow waist. Two cold showers and he still couldn\'t get the demon off his mind, and he\'d also begun notice whenever he\'d think of the half-demon, the bruise on his neck would sizzle, an intense heat that would spread to the rest of his body.



A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. It was still early. Had Kyrios finished the hunt already? He\'d hoped it would take longer, being around the rugged man was making his heart beat far to fast for coherent thought. "Just a minute..." He called out, making his way across the small hotel room. He opened the door, his gaze falling upon two pale men, fairly long hair spilling down their backs.



"C-Can I help you?" He asked, feeling paralyzed under their snake-like gazes.



Their mouthes twisted into cruel smiles, wet tongues gliding across the pearly white teeth in their mouths. Ren\'s gaze fell upon the white fangs that their tongues seemed to pay special attention to cleaning.



"Yeah...as a matter of fact you can, you pretty little thing."



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Authors Note Time! I hereby dedicate this chapter to audrii, Anon, littleolme, bcsaturdai, Ongaku Desu and KatFO whose very nice reviews, and suggested improvements, encouraged me to get this chapter done that much sooner. In all honesty I hadn\'t planned on finishing this chapter until at least Wednesday, but seeing how much you guys liked the first chapter, I was inspired to hurry up and finish this one. So, Special thanks to those six who left me those reviews, and thanks to all who read and enjoyed, I appreciate you guys just as much. Sorry that this chapter was a little shorter than the last, but the next one is gonna be SUPER long. Anyways, so, just wanted to say that. On to the preview!



Next Chapter will take place with Ren being captured by the head vampire of the area, Alexander, whose none to pleased with Kyrios killing off his subordinates.



If all goes well, the next chapter will be ready soon, so look forward to it.