Only A Bite Away

“Okaeri.”

Kyosuke’s heart sped up as Risha took a step forward, and then another step and another, until they were close enough to touch. Reaching a hand out, Risha touched the pendant at Kyosuke’s neck, ran a finger over the chain. Kyosuke shivered when his finger slipped, dragged along the sensitive skin of his neck instead.

“Alban humbly asked me to explain your new position as of last night. What exactly you are now.” Risha didn’t look at Kyosuke until this moment, had kept his eyes on the chain around Kyosuke’s neck. But now he dragged his eyes up to Kyosuke’s face, ensnared him in those rust-colored eyes.

“I don’t if there are words for it – at least in the human tongue. The best way to describe what you are is…mine. You’re mine. To do with whatever I like.” Kyosuke’s insides squirmed, caught between exquisite pleasure and total fear. “Mine to bed, mine to show off, mine to kill if I wished to. No one in the community would stop me.” Risha stroked Kyosuke’s cheek with the back of his fingers, knuckles brushing against the boy’s cheek every so softly.

“But, luckily for you, I am not the type to discard what I’ve taken so easily.”

Disengaging, Risha stepped back, fell into a chair. Kyosuke clenched his fists, turned his head, caught between anger and need.

“So, you decided to make me your – your pet because? You wanted to be able to have that power over me?”

Risha’s chuckle reverberated around the room. “No, I did it because I liked your spirit, your honesty, your…fire.” Cocking his head, Risha made a play-hurt face. “Now, Kyosuke, you were acting so kindly this morning, whatever could have happened to turn your graces against me?”

“I acted nice this morning because you were set on playing mute and leaving me without anything! Do you have any idea how hard this is – to learn that you’re surrounded by monsters and – and vampires! And you belong to one? And then go through what I went through last night…in front of all those people, yeah, you’d think I want to wake up to someone who’s willing to speak to me, look at me! But there’s only so much…Is there anyone I’ve met in the last two days who’s normal? Human? No.”

Risha stood up with a grin, advanced on Kyosuke. “My my, looks like the kitten has claws. So you’re telling me it’s my fault that you were blind?” Risha reached out an arm, cupped Kyosuke’s cheek in his hand. “Nothing to fear. I’ll protect you from the big bad monsters – “

Kyosuke violently slapped Risha’s hand away. “Stop it. Stop acting like the king vampire. What I’m asking is for you to be the person you were this morning, who was barefoot and cooked for me and smiled…Not this smirking bastard CEO. I don’t know what you do at the company, and I don’t care, but if you come to me with this high and mighty attitude, I don’t think – “

“You liked it just fine when we met. My power, my aura. Liked it more than just fine – liked it enough to chase me relentlessly.” Risha stepped back now, was looking hard at Kyosuke with narrowed eyes.

Kyosuke shook his head, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor. “That’s different. Now – what you’ve done, the position you’ve put me in…I can’t just want to be near you based on lust alone. You can’t just smirk and cock your hip at me. There has to be something…more.”

“Gods, Kyosuke, don’t tell me you’re a romantic.” Looking up, Kyosuke saw that Risha had fallen into the chair again, was cradling his head and looking exasperated.

“No, but…it’s hard. I never…I’ve never been on the bottom, taken. Until last night. There’s a lot to that, giving up that pride…for you. And to be thrust into this world of werewolves and demons as well, told that a lot of things I thought were fantasy are real…”

Risha said nothing. Kyosuke tried to meet the other’s eyes, couldn’t. With a growl of frustration, he walked over to the chair in a few strides, straddled Risha’s thighs quickly, pinned the man down. Taking Risha’s face in his hands, Kyosuke forced the other man to look at him, searched Risha’s face for a moment before leaning in slowly, moving their faces closer and closer until Kyosuke could touch his lips to Risha’s just barely. The caress was almost nonexistent, a mere flutter against Risha’s skin.

Then Kyosuke pressed in closer, sealed his mouth over Risha’s, slid his tongue lightly over Risha’s closed mouth until he opened it just slightly. Slowly, slowly, Kyosuke pressed his tongue into Risha’s mouth, dragged it over the top of Risha’s own tongue, counted his teeth, tested the sharpness of Risha’s canines. At last, Kyosuke pulled his tongue back, tongue curving up slightly to flick at Risha’s lip as it retreated.

Moving away, Kyosuke opened his eyes slowly, shifted on Risha’s lap. He was surprised when the motion made Risha moan low in his throat. Drawing breath, Kyosuke licked his lips and spoke.

“The kiss you gave me this morning. Before you left. That’s what it felt like, how it made me feel. Warm, and shivery, and so slow, and owned. But not owned like property. Owned like a lover.”

Kyosuke gasped as Risha clutched at him suddenly, hands coming up around his waist, under his shirt, fingers against his lower back, pulling him close again. Falling against Risha’s chest gracelessly, Kyosuke moved his hips a little, felt Risha’s hardness against him. Risha’s hands moved up, pulling Kyosuke’s shirt up with them, until they curved on his shoulder blades.

“You’re the first to wear that.” Risha’s voice was low next to his ear. “The pendant. You’re the first who I’ve claimed. I can’t tell you why I chose you, but times like now, I just…it was right. That is all I can tell you.”

Closing his eyes, Kyosuke leaned against Risha’s shoulder. Risha is just as confused as I am, he thought. He was acting like he was because he’s in the same place I am. A weight lifted from Kyosuke’s chest. Breathing deep, Kyosuke felt Risha’s lips on his ear suddenly.

“Kyosuke…” He shivered as forming the words made Risha’s lips graze and cling to his ear. “You’ve made me…” Groaning low in his throat, Risha flexed his legs, pressed his hips against Kyosuke’s, made him feel Risha’s hard length against him. Kyosuke’s breath stuttered.

“I know, but we can’t – you must have work, and I'm…” Kyosuke flushed, turned his head to the side. “I’m too…sore to do anything.”

Risha caught Kyosuke’s mouth with his, started sliding his hands up and down his back. Breaking the kiss, Risha made Kyosuke meet his eyes, looked hard at him.

“Use your mouth then.” Kyosuke gaped. After all that? After Kyosuke just blatantly told Risha not act like the master in this relationship…

Sighing, Risha looked up, closed his eyes. Opening them again, he pinned Kyosuke with that cinnamon gaze.

“Please, Kyosuke. I want your mouth…I want you. Please.”

Frowning, Kyosuke looked to the side. Well, he had been the one who initiated the kiss, and he had been the one to climb on Risha’s lap, which was dangerous…And Risha had said please…Lowering his head, Kyosuke sighed and climbed off Risha’s lap, moved to kneel between the other man’s legs.
He’d done this for few people in the past, mainly pushy bottoms who wanted him to get them off after he’d finished himself. And he’d never gotten any compliments…Taking a deep breath, he moved his hands up to Risha’s waist, found his fly and unzipped him quickly. He couldn’t help shivering as he reached into Risha’s pants, felt wetness against his wrist where the man’s tip grazed his skin. After Kyosuke had pulled out Risha’s cock carefully, he could only stare at it, unable to bring himself to action.

“Kyosuke.” Risha’s voice was breathy, low. He said nothing more than his name, but it made Kyosuke able to look up, meet the other man’s eyes. Seeing how dark Risha’s eyes had become, Kyosuke dropped his gaze, raised up to nuzzle at Risha’s cock tentatively. At Risha’s low moan, Kyosuke opened his mouth, laved at the head for a moment before sucking it into his mouth, tightening his lips around the shaft.

Trying desperately to remember what the boys he’d encountered in bathroom stalls had done to make him feel good, Kyosuke brought a hand up to grasp at the base of Risha’s cock, stroked lightly as he laved open-mouthed at the now-slick length.

Moaning constantly now, Risha brought his hands down to thread through Kyosuke’s dark hair, sifting his pale fingers through the short locks. Hips moving in tight jolting circles, Risha clenched his teeth, but didn’t close his eyes, kept them on Kyosuke’s blushing face, his red lips as they moved on his cock. He was trying so hard, and even though he acted like he didn’t be told what to do to, the boy was…

“Kyosuke – I’m – “ Hips jumped up suddenly, Risha gave a shout and spilled into Kyosuke’s mouth. Coughing, Kyosuke pulled back, dragged the back of his hand over his mouth before looked up to Risha with tremulous eyes. Like a lover, the boy had said, owned like a lover. Words echoing in Risha’s head, he moved quickly, slid out of the chair onto the carpet, slivered over the boy’s body to pin him down.

Grasping at Kyosuke’s face gently, Risha pierced him with a hard gaze before slowly – so slowly! – lowering his mouth to Kyosuke’s, eyes never leaving the other man’s. Sweeping his tongue into Kyosuke’s mouth, tasting the flavors there, Risha smiled, moved downwards to bite at an exposed nipple from where he’d pushed Kyosuke’s shirt up to his armpits. Nuzzling at his chest for a few moments, Risha then moved farther down, unbuckled the other man’s pants, and without warning, sucked Kyosuke’s half-hard cock into his mouth.

Kyosuke yelped, brought his hands down to grasp at Risha’s head as his hips thrust up. Head turning from side to side, Kyosuke trained to contain his voice as Risha pressed his tongue against his slit, at this wonderfully sensitive spot under the crown, then swallowed around him. He didn’t last long against the almost painful pleasure, sobbing and coming hard into Risha’s mouth, the man milking him gently before letting Kyosuke’s cock slip from his mouth.

Trying to catch his breath, Kyosuke laughed weakly. “That – that was – “

“That was ‘thank you.’” Risha sat up, looking rumpled and oh so touchable, ran his hand through his hair to straighten it. Kyosuke looked up at his incredulously.

“Thank you? For what, blowing you instead of stomping out at your order, master?”

Risha grinned. If only the boy knew that when he said “master,” it only sounded half-annoyed.

“No. For…staying here. For…trying to…fix things with me instead of just getting angry. I’m not that used to…interacting with other people. I’m not used to having people around who want…” Risha recalled Kyosuke’s words from earlier. “Who want something more…from me, than to be the president, to be the one in charge. I knew taking you on I would have to adapt, but…it’s still hard.”

Risha had looked away while spoke. He hated admitting his faults. Feeling a hand against his cheek, Risha looked back to Kyosuke.

“Maybe you’re being too hard on yourself. We both need time, don’t we? To adjust to each other, to…what we bring to this…relationship. But I’d like to…I’d like to think that it wasn’t just lust that made me chase you, that made you bind me to you. So if we can start with that thought then…”

Risha stared, eyes wide. Who could he remember had been this…normal with him? Yuuen had always deferred to his whims, Alban raising an eyebrow and going about it in the most efficient way, Sasha chuckling and pinning him with those golden eyes. No one speaking so directly, so honestly. Risha could only respond accordingly.

“Are you hungry?” Kyosuke cocked his head at the question, looked sideways at Risha.

“Not really. Could use a drink though.”

Rising, Risha held out a hand, pulled Kyosuke to his feet. Wordlessly, he walked to the bar at the far end of the room, poured himself straight bourbon and downed it instantly. Kyosuke watched with wide eyes – Risha didn’t even flinch. When the man got out another glass, Kyosuke moved over to the bar, caught Risha’s wrist with a wry grin.

“Let me pour my own; my stomach isn’t as strong as yours.” Watering down the drink, Kyosuke sipped, sighing as warmth spread in his stomach. Closing his eyes, Kyosuke suddenly realized they hurt. With a start, he put down the bourbon.

“Your bathroom – where is it?”

Pointing, Risha gave him an odd glance. “Down the hall on the left. Are you alright?”

Nodding unconvincingly, Kyosuke rubbed at his eyes and started down the hall, swerving into the bathroom. Once there he looked into the mirror, grimaced; he’d forgotten to take his contacts out earlier and now his eyes burned. Leaning close, he carefully removed the contacts, placed them next to the sink. Opening and closing his eyes to try to stop the burning, he jumped at Risha’s voice.

“You wear glasses?” Risha leaned against the bathroom door, but gasped as Kyosuke turn to him. Without the contacts, his eyes…His eyes were blue – ice blue, paler than any Westerner’s he’d ever seen.

“Your eyes – “

“Yeah, I know. They’re weird. It’s why I wear contacts.”

Risha shook his head, smiled slightly. “Anyone would kill for such pretty eyes. Especially in Japan.”

Snorting, Kyosuke rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah, especially in Japan, where if you have one hair out of place, or say something the wrong way, or dress odd, you can’t do anything. Where, if your eyes are blue like a Westerner’s, your mother gets whispered about and you can’t get a job interview for someone calling you a ‘yankee.’”

Risha reached out, grasped a Kyosuke’s chin, made the boy look at him.

“They’re beautiful.” Stunned into silence, Kyosuke could only stare back, watch as Risha moved closer, eyes only leaving Kyosuke’s when he kissed him softly. It was an echo of the kiss Kyosuke had given Risha earlier, in the chair – slow, prodding, heat building between the two of them, back and forth with the motion of their lips and tongues. Pulling away, Risha smiled when he was Kyosuke open his eyes drunkenly, face caught somewhere between bewilderment and lust.

“Throw away the contacts. They’re bad for you eyes, and no one will make any judgments here about them. Not in the company I keep.” Stepping out of the bathroom, Risha headed back towards the den. Once he was out of Kyosuke’s sight, the frown he’d been holding back came to his face. Blue eyes…and the boy had been hiding them, trying to act like he was the average salaryman. Perhaps there was something more to this…

When Sasha had departed earlier, he’d leaned in with that grin of his, said something about the boy smelling even better up close. Alban had merely looked at Risha instead of jumping on the other werewolf for his lechery, as she usually did – which meant that Sasha was telling some shade of truth. A werewolf’s nose was never wrong. If the boy smelled good to Sasha then it meant one of two things: Kyosuke either qualified as a potential victim or mate…and to be either of those things meant Kyosuke couldn’t be completely human. A werewolf would never deign itself to prey or mate with a creature as low as a human. And Kyosuke’s eyes, their odd color…

Pinching at the bridge of his nose, Risha clenched his teeth. Don’t tell me the boy is some sort of incubus, he thought, and all that I’ve felt for him is the result of some pheremone or magic. But no – Yuuen would have spotted any foul play on Kyosuke’s part, and if he was some sort of incubus, Yuuen would have been able to recognize one of his own. But it would explain the reason Risha put up with Kyosuke’s brash actions, why Risha claimed Kyosuke as his own so quickly. If Kyosuke wasn’t totally human…

“So, are you going to cook me dinner as well? Or are we going to go out?” Risha barely held himself back from jumping at the sudden voice. Kyosuke leaned against the entrance to the den, grinning, blue eyes shining bright. He was the picture of casual ignorance. There was no way he could be hiding some part of him…

“We’ll go out. I need to check up on one of my restaurants anyway.”

Flicking hair out of his eyes, Kyosuke picked at the shirt he was wearing before making a face. “Then I’ll probably need real clothes.”

“I’ll call my tailor. He’ll have something ready in a few hours.” Previous thoughts forgotten, Risha pulled out his phone and dialed the tailor, catching Kyosuke around the waist as the boy tried to walk by. It felt good to hold someone again, truly hold them, knowing they wouldn’t be gone in a day or a month, were here for some time at least.

“Now, let’s get you into something decent.”