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Chuuya went into his very first heat one year into the Dark Age.

The war between species has already spread across the continent. It was as if all of them were waiting for a signal to begin the massacre.  Endless battles took place day and night.

It was in such environment that Chuuya experienced his very first mating season after reaching eighteen. His body was burning up as the desire to mate overwhelmed him. Having never gone through something like this before, Chuuya had no idea what was going on. As the vessel of Arahabaki, no one from his village would bother giving him any talk about what coming to age meant for werebeasts.

It was Dazai who figured out what was wrong.

As a vampire, he was no stranger to werebeast’s mating season. After all, it was the only time when werebeasts were vulnerable. For vampires, it was the perfect opportunity to attack.

Depending on what species they were, werebeasts have different mating seasons.

The females will go into heat while the males go into rut.

In a rut, the male will lose all sanity and become an animal with only the urge to breed a female. As for females, their body temperature will rise, making them feverish and docile for the males to mate with them.

Chuuya’s mating season was apparently in mid-April.

And what’s more, Chuuya didn’t enter a rut. Instead, he entered heat.

The very first week of his heat, Chuuya experienced it alone in a dark, cold cave.

Neither of them knew why the weretiger had entered heat and not a rut. Dazai constantly joked about how it must have been his height that made even his body mistaken itself for a woman. Those conversations usually ended with Chuuya sending the insensitive bastard flying into the sky.

The second time the weretiger had his heat, they were escaping Ireland.

A territorial war occurred between the humans, Leprechauns, and Dullahan. To be precise, the territorial battle started with humans and Dullahan, but their battle ended up blasting the Leprechauns from their underground hideout.

Now, it had become a three-way fight, and none of these three were fond of werebeasts or vampires.

When Chuuya’s heat came, they were on the run from a group of Banshees that had spotted them. Their screeching broke Chuuya’s eardrums repeatedly, causing rivers of blood to flow from his ears. Those vile, hideous creatures were catching up to them when Chuuya’s heat hit him. His body flared up in blazing heat as energy drained from his body.

Before he hit the ground, Chuuya’s eyes met Dazai’s before he unleashed Corruption.

Chuuya woke up a week later in the cargo area of a ship with no memories of what had happened. Dazai had to explain to him how he had destroyed the Banshees along half of the forest, leaving them completely exposed to enemies. He then went on to complain about Chuuya’s weight, whining why he was so heavy despite being a midget.

Before Chuuya had the chance to beat the stupid leech, a hole was torn open right between the two of them as water gushed in. From the water, creatures in all shape and forms emerged, hissing and screeching as their eyes landed on the vampire and werewolf pair.

The ship they were hiding on was being raided by Merfolks…

For years, they traveled like that, always being on the run and fighting for their lives.

The ninth time the weretiger entered his heat; the war had greatly escalated from simple slaughtering.

Chuuya and Dazai hadn't been able to see the sky for two years now. The sky was covered with a thick layer of black smoke, casting darkness over the land. They can barely tell if it was night or day, but it was thank to this contamination that they were able to travel during day time without worrying about a certain vampire turning into ashes.

After the first couple experiences, the pair got a general idea of Chuuya’s heat pattern. To seek out a safe place for the werebeast’s heat, they came to the ruins of a human town. Dazai found a basement under a collapsed house and let Chuuya go in while he hid somewhere nearby.

The past few times may have worked out, but this time they weren't so lucky. Of all places, the ruin they chose ended up becoming the battleground for their own species—the vampires and werebeasts.

To make things worse, Chuuya wouldn’t be able to use Corruption like that time with the Banshees. He had used Corruption not too long ago and now with his heat, his body just didn’t have any more strength to handle a second use of Corruption.

When a heavy pressure crushed down over the area, Dazai knew it was already too late to run.

From the right, he could hear the snarls of animals while heavy bloodlust poured from his left. The raven wanted to laugh at the irony of how they were caught right in the middle. The ground was shaking from the force of two sides charging towards here. In less than two minutes, both species will reach this town and this place will become another war zone.

Dazai didn’t give much thought before he slipped into the basement where Chuuya was. After getting in, he set off the trap he had set up beforehand. Rubbles crashed down from over his head, sealing off the only exit to this place.

The vampire was always prepared for a worst-case scenario, but when a soft mewl echoed from deep within the darkness his entire body stiffened.

Dazai had never faced Chuuya when he was in heat.

Whenever the weretiger entered heat, the vampire would just leave him somewhere and come back later after the time was up. Even when Chuuya faced off against the Banshees, Dazai just hid him in a cave after the battle to let the weretiger take care of himself.

For the first time in his life, Dazai hesitated.

As the soft moans and cries filled his ears, the vampire felt his throat becoming dryer and dryer despite how he had just feasted on Chuuya’s blood that morning.

Logically, Dazai knew he needed to go to Chuuya. He needed to shut him up or their location will be exposed. If those werebeasts and vampires find them together like this, they will no doubt rip them apart little by little in the most painful ways. After all, who has ever heard of a vampire and a werebeast being together?

Dazai knew what he needed to do…but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to go down. Whenever he heard that soft cry, a strange tingling sensation flowed through his body, numbing the tip of his fingers and toes.

Dazai jolted when some a small pebble hit him in the head. The rumbling on the surface was getting stronger. They were almost here.

Pushing aside the weird feeling, Dazai rushed down the stairs. He found Chuuya curled up in the corner of the room. His clothes were still on, but they were a mess from the weretiger constantly clawing on them.

His cheeks were heavily flushed with two furry tiger ears replacing his human ones poking out from within the mass of pumpkin orange hair. He was panting heavily as blue eyes looked up to Dazai’s direction.

The once clear blue eyes looked like they were covered up by a layer of mist. Although he was looking his way, Dazai could tell that Chuuya's brain didn't even register the fact that he was there. The vampire slowly made his way over, unconsciously softening his steps so he wouldn't startle the beast.

The moment he reached out and touched Chuuya, he snapped his hand back at how hot the weretiger’s body temperature was. The vampire stood over the writhing weretiger, jaw slack as he stared down at the creature with eyes threatening to bleed into crimson.

Never in his entire life had Dazai felt such intense heat on his skin.

In this world, the only heat sources were the sun and fire.

Born as a creature of darkness, vampires were destined to live forever in the cold.

There was not a single vampire that didn’t crave warmth. Dazai was the same. To a vampire, being able to experience warmth was something very special to them. It was an indescribable experience, but if Dazai had to put it into words, then it would be being alive.

Due to their body temperatures being so low, vampires can never feel the heat of other living creatures. And to those living beings, they were equivalent to ice blocks.

The only time vampires were able to experience anything close to warmth was when they were draining the blood of their victims. The feeling of the warm blood sliding down their throat and spreading throughout their body was what made drinking blood so addictive to this cursed race.

That was why from the first time Dazai tasted Chuuya’s blood, he began to yearn for more. Chuuya’s blood was unlike anything he had ever tasted. Aside from the incredible vitality in those blood cells, the temperature of the blood was also hotter than normal ones. Just one mouthful was enough to make Dazai heat up from inside his body.

Now with just a simple touch, Dazai learnt how warm skin contact could also be. He couldn’t help but crave for more. He had the urge to grab the werebeast and trap him within his arms until their bodies mold into one.

The raven sucked in a few heavy breathes to control himself.

"D-Dazai?" A weak moan snapped Dazai back to reality but did little to quench his thirst.

Red eyes met blue ones before Dazai moved. He grabbed Chuuya, pulling the werebeast off the dirty floor and into his lap.

“Ah—hm!” Chuuya’s cry was muffled by the cold hand that slapped over his mouth.

The weretiger groaned at the soothing coldness from the vampire’s body. The cold felt so delicious on his burning skin that made him wanted more.

While Chuuya squirmed to be closer to Dazai, the vampire held the weretiger tighter yearning for similar things. However, Dazai wasn't so lost in his lust that he forgot where they were. Keeping one hand over Chuuya's mouth, he reached his other hand around the redhead's small waist, pausing just a slight second before reaching into his pant and grabbing hold of a burning organ.

Blue eyes dilated as a muffled cried came from the weretiger.

Dazai tightened his hand over the werebeast’s mouth, prepared to have Chuuya shake him off, but the redhead didn’t. The weretiger became weaker than Dazai had expected. Even a human child had more strength than the redhead’s current state.

Feeling something soft and furry wrapping around the hand inside the weretiger’s pant, Dazai looked down and realized Chuuya now also got a tail from out of his tail bone.

Pushing aside these weird transformations, Dazai began to start his work. He set a slow rhythm as he pumped Chuuya up and down. After that initial shock, the weretiger had become docile in his arms. He was like a boneless kitten, resting within his arms and letting him do as he pleased.

Dazai swallowed as he kept his eyes on the ceiling, mentally counting how long time had passed while being alert to the rumbling that had grown louder and louder. 

And then, the entire basement shook as one-quarter of the basement caved in from a strong force from the surface.

The battle between vampires and werebeasts had started.

At first, Dazai had been holding up pretty well, but his attention was soon drawn back to the redhead as his breathing started to become uneven.

It was hot.

For the first time in his life, Dazai felt hot. The place that was touching the weretiger was burning up, especially his hand that was helping his companion.

Dazai wanted him.

He wanted Chuuya.

He wanted to sink his fangs into the alluring creature in his arms and feel his heated blood warming up his veins...

It was crashing sound that brought Dazai out of trance. Quickly while his brain was momentarily cleared, he sank his fangs into his forearm. The bitter taste of his brownish blood made him gag, but that was just what he needed to regain control of his body.

He picked up his pace, pumping the weretiger over and over until Chuuya was reduced into a trembling mess in his arms.

That was the first time they had ever engaged in such intimate action.

Chuuya’s heat this time surprisingly lasted only three days instead of the usual one week. They weren’t certain of the reason behind it. Was it different having a partner, or was it Dazai’s low body temperature that helped with the weretiger’s heat?

Either way, they didn’t have time to think as they needed to escape the area now that they knew their species were close by.

The next time they thought over this question was a year later.

After some long discussions, the two of them decided to spend the heat together like last time with Dazai giving Chuuya a hand. They each had their own selfish, unspeakable reasons, but overall it benefits both of them. After all, the faster Chuuya gets over with his heat, the better.

Since then, Chuuya always spent his heat with Dazai using his hand to get him off. Their positions were always the same, with Chuuya in Dazai’s lap and his back against the vampire’s chest. This was the only way the two of them didn’t need to worry about having their expressions being seen by the other.

The first few times worked perfectly.

However, as more and more heat cycles passed, Dazai found that he was gradually losing control of himself. The more he spent with Chuuya during his heat, the stronger his thirst for the werebeast's blood became. Each time Dazai was about to lose control, he would bite himself, but even the disgusting taste of his blood wasn't able to stop his thirst for the small body in his arms.

On Chuuya’s fifteenth heat, they finally crossed that thin line.

Dazai was helping out Chuuya as usual while enduring his thirst for the weretiger's blood. He knew he shouldn't be doing this anymore, but he never brought it up to Chuuya. The vampire justified his decision with various reasoning. Having Chuuya return to a week of heat was too dangerous, especially now that there was no haven for them anywhere in this world.

Dazai brought his fangs over his hand, ready to use his blood as a wake-up call when a different hand was suddenly shoved into his mouth. Crimson eyes widened as the vampire felt his fangs pierced through heated flesh. His fangs sank in as easy as sinking into the silkiest tofu.

Delicious blood graced the tip of his tongue before it overflowed within his mouth.

A low hiss came from the vampire’s throat as his crimson eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

Dazai completely lost all of his sanity as he pushed Chuuya onto the filthy floor and bit harshly into the nape of the weretiger’s shoulder. The raven was practically gulping down the werebeast’s blood while his hands roughly tore off the redhead’s clothes.

It wasn’t enough, he needed more!

He wanted to drink the creature beneath him dry. He wanted to hold this creature so tightly until they merge into one. The raven tore off both of their clothes and entered the werebeast in one smooth thrust. The redhead screamed as the raven bit harder into the delicious flesh to suck out more blood.

Dazai had never felt so alive as his hips slapped repeatedly against those firm and elastic butt cheeks. The way the sinful body beneath him clenched onto his cock so tightly in the velvet heat was driving him insane.

And the blood…it tasted divine on his tongue.

It was hotter than usual and strangely more delicious even though it was the same blood. Dazai just wanted to drown himself in the body of the weretiger and never be separated again. All those lonely, boring years felt like a distant dream as he let himself be lost in the madness.

“D-Dazai…!” Chuuya’s broken moan made the vampire snarl as he fucked him even harder.

Chuuya’s heat had lasted only a single day—or to be precise, one night.

When morning came, Chuuya woke up on the cold floor. His body had been cleaned and dressed unlike the past couple of times where Dazai had just left him lying there with his clothes ruffled and torn.

The vampire was sitting on a broken couch at the far end of the room, back facing him. He didn't even turn despite hearing the werebeast waking up. He was just sitting there quietly as if waiting for the redhead to decide his fate for the crime he had committed.

However, Chuuya knew it wasn’t that.

His shoulders trembled slightly as he stared at the vampire.

Dazai was angry. After all, it wasn’t the vampire that had forced himself on him.

It was the other way around.

Throughout these years, there had always been a silent agreement between them to not look at each other's face. Or rather, they didn't want the other to see what face they were making. If they did, then they may really cross the line of something they can't return from.

Chuuya had crossed that line. With the position they were always in, he was fully aware of how unsteadily Dazai's breathing was. From time to time, he could even hear pained hisses and growls as if the vampire was restraining himself from something. When Dazai had tugged him back a bit too harshly, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the vampire's face.

Chuuya saw the way those crimson eyes looked at him filled with hunger and something more…

He didn’t know what he wanted when he shoved his hand into Dazai’s mouth. Somewhere inside him, he knew that if he let Dazai taste his blood, things will really go out of hand.

He still did it. He had done it with the knowledge of how Dazai would react.

They both sat there for the longest time. Chuuya was waiting for Dazai to speak first, and Dazai waiting for Chuuya.

In the end, it was Dazai who broke the silence.

Chuuya had expected the vampire to question or maybe even yell at him, but Dazai didn’t do any of that.

“If you’re ready, then let’s go.” Those were the only word the vampire gave him before getting up and walking out of their shelter.

Chuuya quietly followed.

For a whole day, neither of them met each other’s eyes, nor did they exchange any words.

It was a month later, after they’ve encountered a starved vampire, that Chuuya finally understood what happened to Dazai that night.

Dazai had entered Blood Frenzy.

Blood Frenzy was a state vampire gets into when starved for too long or lost too much blood. The desire for blood will make them lose all of their intelligence and act purely on instincts.

A vampire that had entered such state was dangerous because they won't care about alley or foe. A long as there was a living creature nearby radiating with body heat; they will drain it dry within seconds. And as they feed, the pleasure from the blood filling their body will also spike their sexual desire.

In many ways, Blood Frenzy was similar to werebeast’s rut. Despite not being starved, Dazai had entered Blood Frenzy. It was unheard of, much like how Chuuya went into heat instead of rut.

That night, Dazai drank from him repeatedly while fucking him into the floor. With the werebeast's amazing regeneration ability, Chuuya had no fear of getting drained dry by the vampire. Dazai just took his fill over and over as he lost himself to the madness.

The next time Chuuya’s heat came, he had expected Dazai to stray away from him. After all, ever since that night, things between them had gotten awkward. They still speak normally, but there was a distance between them compared to before.

To his surprise, Dazai came to him when his heat began. Without a word, the vampire stripped him of his clothes, put him onto his hands and knees and took him like that. 

Like before, neither of them mentioned it when they woke up.

It was as if they fell into another silent agreement of never speaking it—as if by doing that they could pretend nothing had happened when morning came. Whenever they had sex, it would always be Chuuya on his hands and knees and Dazai behind him. Once again, neither of them allowed their face to be seen.

It was for convenience—that was the excuse every time they woke up to each other's presence with the memories of last night fresh in their minds.

Gradually, without either of them knowing, their relationships began to shift again.

In the beginning, they were reluctant partners. Neither of them liked the other, but they had to work together to survive through the war.

Later on, as the years passed, they became somewhat of actual partners. They started to show more trust and care for each other's wellbeing…although that care was in the form of taunts and teases.

After they had sex for the very first time, they drifted apart once more.

It wasn’t like they weren’t partners anymore. They still worked together to take down their enemies, but they became more aware of each other’s presence.

Chuuya took notice of how Dazai seemed to drink a bit more blood than usual whenever he ate crabs.

Dazai took notice of the types of wine Chuuya and food seemed to enjoy.

This kind of awkward relationship continued for another two years before Dazai became the one to shift it. While Chuuya was on his hands and knees being fucked through another heat, a cold hand suddenly grabbed him by his shoulder.

The sudden touch had taken him by surprise, as Dazai only ever gripped him around the hips when they do it. The vampire never touched any other parts of his body. Before the weretiger could even react, he was flipped onto his back.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were those dilated eyes dyed in the colour of blood. He didn’t have time to think before a cold pair of lips smothered his in a rough and hungry kiss.

To Dazai, the kiss was scorching hot.

To Chuuya, his lips felt like they were wrapped around by silky ice.

The contrasting feeling they both experienced only spiked the hunger within them. They wanted nothing more than to devour the other at that moment. Their tongues tangled in a desperate dance. Muffled moans filled both of their ears as saliva dripped from the corners of their lips and down their chins. Chuuya wrapped his arms tightly around the vampire’s neck while Dazai’s arms wrapped around his back.

They clenched onto one another, not wanting to separate as they reached their climax.

No one spoke about it when morning came.

Chuuya didn't question Dazai's action, just like how Dazai didn't question him when they first had sex. After that, their relationship seemingly went back to normal. The awkward moments stopped and they went back to their usual selves.

Whenever Chuuya entered heat, there were no more rules holding them back. They did it in various positions. It didn't matter if they were facing each other or not.

And every time...they would always kiss.

Twenty-five years into the war, Chuuya and Dazai met a bonded pair for the first time.

They had just gotten out of another battle. Chuuya was exhausted, but other than that, the pair was perfectly fine. Through the years of fighting, they had gotten stronger and more used to the battles. With the constant use of his powers, Chuuya could feel himself becoming stronger.

They were traveling through Scandinavia when they heard an anguished cry.

After entering the Dark Age, voices like these were very common. It just wasn’t normal for it to be this loud as it may attract enemies. Curious about the source of the sound, Dazai and Chuuya went to investigate.

From high up on a pine tree, they saw the remnant of a battle down below them. The trees and rocks in the area were cut into clean pieces—as if a whirlwind of blades had descended on just this spot alone. At the center of all these debris and mess, there were a male and female.

They had black hair, dark-grayish skin, and long pointed ears. They were Dark Elves. The cry they had heard belonged to the female. She was practically drenched in blood with deep gashes all over her body. Her right arm was gone—chopped clean off from the shoulder.

She was crying over the male who was lying on the grass motionlessly. Both his arms were cut off and there was a huge slash cutting diagonally over his face, making it impossible to tell what he once looked like.

The only thing the two bystanders could tell was that the male had died, and from the blood still flowing from his body, he hadn't been dead for too long.

The female was screaming words that Chuuya couldn’t understand, but he knew it was the same word as the same vow was repeated over and over. Then, that elf grabbed a sword discarded beside her. The cold metal of the sword flickered under the moonlight. With a powerful swing of that sword, she decapitated herself.

Blood spurted from her neck like a broken dam as her body fell lifelessly over the male. Her head hit the ground beside her, rolling over as onyx dark hair fanned out over the blood-soaked grass, completely hiding whatever expression she had made at the moment of her death.

Something inside Chuuya shook at the sight. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to know what was going on with those two. Ignoring Dazai’s call, Chuuya activated his power and flew down. The weretiger inspected the injuries on the male elf, then the female. After that, he looked around until he spotted a sword almost identical to the one the female had used, shattered and forgotten beneath a fallen tree.

And then, Chuuya saw the scars on the base of their necks.

The scars were ragged and ugly as if that part of their flesh had been brutally torn open. To creatures like them, there was nothing more beautiful than those scars. Just looking at those markings made Chuuya's neck itched for the desire to bear one as well.

Those were the markings that bind two creatures together for eternity.

These two elves were a bonded pair.

Chuuya didn't have to be Dazai to figure it out what happened. The injuries on the elves' bodies were caused by swords. Specifically, each other's swords.

But why?

What made them attack each other?

Weren't they bonded?

“Before that female killed herself, she was screaming ‘Why’.” Dazai explained as he walked up to Chuuya, eyes also focused on the bodies lying by their feet.

Why?

Why what?

Chuuya couldn’t understand.

What drove two beings that love each other enough to form a bond to kill one another? Was it some sort of spell? Was it an enemies’ attack? Chuuya wanted to know. He knew that Dazai must know. Knowing the vampire, he probably already figured it out.

Chuuya opened his mouth, only to snap it shut again. For some reason, he didn’t feel like finding out the answer from his partner.

As they moved on with their life, memories of the Dark Elves became a distant past. Chuuya couldn’t even remember their faces anymore and never gave any thought about it again. There were always more important matters at hand, like dealing with a certain suicidal vampire.

It wasn’t until Chuuya met the second bonded creature that he remembered those elves again.

The second bonded being they met was in Russia.

The humans in the area had discovered a coven of vampires hiding within the forest. Being bastards that disregarded nature, they thought it was a smart idea to set everything on fire. Vampires were weak to fire. Just a touch of flame could turn them into ashes.

Chuuya and Dazai were camping out in the forest when the entire place was set ablaze. To make matters worse, they couldn't fly into the sky as the humans would definitely be waiting for their enemies to do that.

While on the run, Dazai sensed some sort of distortion in the area. Grabbing Chuuya by the hand, he ran towards that distortion. With his power to nullify abilities, they broke through an invisible barrier.

One moment, they were in a forest surrounded by flame, the next they were standing in front of a house on the top of a small hill. The entire space was encased in yellowish light made up of some sort of runes.

That was where they met a Blud named Arthur Rimbaud.

The two of them were prepared for the Blud to attack them, but he didn’t. Not only did he show no intention of attacking the odd werewolf and vampire pair, he even knew Japanese and spoke it fluently.

He invited them to sit around the table in the small garden and even offered them tea and cookies. Chuuya naturally didn't accept any of the snacks. Who knew what could be put in there? Dazai on the other hand happily accepted the cup of tea and even acted like he was enjoying the flavor despite not having the taste bugs for anything other than blood.

Chuuya’s brow twitched at the sight, but he didn’t stop his partner. The idiot wouldn’t die so easily, after all. The tension in the air eased up after that. Due to a certain werebeast’s difficulty in pronouncing his name, the Blud told them to call him Randou.

Randou was oddly overly dressed considering the warm temperature within this isolated space. It didn’t take long for Chuuya to learn why. Without either of them asking, the Blud started blabbering his story to them.

Randou was a fairy that fell in love with his own kind's nemeses.

He fell in love with a Vodianoy named Paul Verlaine.

The two of them left their families to be together. They left their country and went to Japan, where they bonded and lived for sixty-seven years.

In the beginning, the two of them were living in bliss. However, that bliss soon turned into a nightmare. They loved each other deeply, but that love was rubbed away over time.

With the growing tension between every species—especially fairies and spirits—it was hard for them to stay in the sideline and not do anything. They had too many obligations tying them down. Despite leaving their family, they still felt responsibilities towards their species. Before they realized, they began arguing every single day.

Their arguments only escalated with the war steadily approaching.

A year after the war began; they finally decided to return to Russia. When they did, the home they once had was now gone. They were too late, someone or something had annihilated both of their homes.

They knew it wasn't each other's fault, but they couldn't help but hate the race of their lover. After all, there was no way the other party wasn't related to the destruction of their home. They could no longer remember what it was like to love each other. All they felt was hatred and grief. They wanted to get away—to have some time alone, but the bond kept forcing them to go back despite how much they didn't want to.

Eventually, it became too much and it drove Paul Verlaine crazy. The water spirit decided to kill the fairy and be freed from this curse that bounded them. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, Randou was able to turn the table on his bonded mate and killed him instead.

The Blud thought the death of his mate would bring him freedom, but the only thing he felt was coldness. He found that he could no longer feel any warmth. No matter what he did the coldness in his body wouldn't go away.

That chill was coming from that empty spot where his bonded mate once occupied. Once gone, it can never be filled again.

Randou spent his years traveling around the world and researching the Bond and spells that may nullify it. When he mentioned vampires that have nullifying ability, Chuuya couldn't help but look towards Dazai.

It turned out that nullifying abilities were common in pure-blooded vampires. In every country, there could be at least one vampire found to have such ability. Chuuya didn't even know such thing was possible, considering how many abilities there were in this world. Up to now, he had foguht countless enemies and never once did he came across the exact same ability.

And then, Randou said another name that made Chuuya’s eyes dilated into slits.

Arahabaki.

Vampires with nullifying powers and the vessels of Arahabaki.

The more Randou rambled about these two, the brighter his eyes become. It also made him look crazier…insane.

Randou had some wild theory that these two nemeses weren't meant to be enemies but some sort of lovers. He was convinced that if he could study the connection between destined pair, he would find some lead in getting rid of the coldness in his body.

Chuuya raised his leg, swiftly kicking away the table separating them and the Blud. Dazai sighed, seeming to be lamenting over the cup of tea that also went flying with the table. The weretiger stood with his hands in his pockets. He cranked his neck, earning a satisfying pop as he looked down at the Blud still sitting in his chair. He had heard enough of this maniac's blabbering. There was no point in any more talk. It was obvious that this Blud got malicious intentions towards the two of them.

Dazai stood beside his partner, hands shoved within his pockets as well.

Their similar mannerisms and how well they coordinate with each other made the crazed smile on the Blud’s face grew bigger.

Their fight started just like that.

The Blud was powerful. His ability to manipulate dimension and space was formidable; it was easy to see how he survived so well in this war. But even so, he wasn’t a match against the Chuuya and Dazai.

Chuuya stood over the Blud as he lay there, staring at the rune filled barrier isolating this small haven.

And then, he looked towards Chuuya and Dazai. The two species that should have been enemies were standing side by side. They watched as life slowly drained away from the fairy.

Randou grinned.

It was a bitter smile filled with sadness but also relief.

With a whisper of how he was no longer cold, Randou closed his eyes as his body began to break down into bright yellow particles and faded into the air. When fairy creatures die, they never leave their bodies behind. It wasn’t the first time Chuuya witnessed a fairy dying, but this was the first time it left a strange feeling inside him.

“Well then, let’s check out our new home, shall we?” Dazai’s playful tone broke through the heavy tension.

Chuuya snorted, but he did look towards the house that was now rightfully theirs.

Randou's home was a very ordinary house. It consisted of two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a family room, a basement, and one bathroom. Before the war, a house like this was something Chuuya wouldn't even spare a look at. After the war began, a place like this was considered a luxury. Chuuya couldn't remember when was the last time he saw an undamaged house with proper furniture and bed.

When the Blud died, Chuuya had expected the dimension they were in to break down, but it didn't. They searched around the house and found the reason within the basement. Surrounded by stacks of preserved foods was a magic core at the center. That was what's supplying the energy to sustain this dimension.

Dazai theorized that Randou must go out a lot to perform his researches, so he built a core within his home and supply it with energy every time he needed to leave. Judging from the power radiating off the core, this dimension should last about another month.

While the vampire looked interested in everything this house has to offer, Chuuya couldn’t care all that much. Right now, he just wanted a good rest. He wanted to sleep without the need of having his guard up all the time.

They found an old well at the back of the house. The well itself wasn't deep, so Chuuya could see the light barrier cutting off at the bottom of the well. It seemed like Randou had linked this well to somewhere in the real world to provide these freshwater.

Knowing they got access to endless amount of water supply, Chuuya had no more reason to hold back. With the power of gravity, he easily drew out enough water for them to take a bath in.

After washing off the grimes and filth, they changed into the clean clothes they found in the closet. The clothes fitted Dazai perfectly but were too big on Chuuya so the weretiger had to roll up the sleeves and pant legs. For the first time, Dazai didn't make any jabs at his height. It was then that Chuuya realized how the vampire must be tired as well.

There was only one bed in the entire house. The second bedroom has been turned into a storage room for books, but it was good enough for them. Throughout the years of partnership and intimate nights, they have gotten used to sleeping together. If anything, they felt more comfortable when they could feel the other's presence by their side. Neither of them remembered how they got into the habit of it. All they knew or cared about was the comfort the other's body temperature brought them.

Just like that, the two of them fell into a deep slumber on the twin size bed. They slept face to face, each of them sharing one end of the pillow as hot and cold breathings mixed between them. For the first time since the war began, they didn't have to worry about being attacked in the middle of the night.

The first three days of their peaceful life, Chuuya lied outside in the lush green grass.

He stared at the bright yellow barrier keeping this dimension separate from the rest of the world. The serenity was like a dream. Chuuya almost forgot how quiet the world could become. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought the war would just continue forever and that will become the rest of his life.

But even so…three days of nothingness soon became extremely boring.

To begin with, Chuuya was never the type to lie around and do nothing. The lack of entertainment in the house didn’t help either. All the Blud got in there were books and more books. There were books pretty much from all around the world and they came in countless different languages.

Chuuya had no interest in any of these books. He couldn’t even read his own language let alone foreign languages.

His vampire partner apparently thought otherwise.

For the past couple of days, Dazai could be found sitting in the old couch of the living room reading a worn-out brown leather-covered book. There wasn't any title on the book, just a small date at the very corner written in fine ink.

Chuuya wandered around the house, hoping to find something to kill time.

He hadn’t expected to find much, but when he was looking through that second bedroom, he discovered a bunch of old hats deep inside the closet. Within these hats, he found one that belonged to Randou—or rather, the only one he knew for sure that belonged to Randou. It was a black pork pie hat with brown ribbon. On the inside of that hat, the name Arthur Rimbaud was written there.

Next to where he found these hats, he also found stacks of albums and portraits.

The pictures inside all revolved around two beings only. One was Randou and the other was most likely the Blud’s bonded lover, Paul Verlaine.

The two of them seemed very happy in these pictures. Chuuya could see it in their eyes. It was a type of genuine joy of just being able to stand beside each other. It was hard to imagine these two will one day try to kill each other.

Chuuya paused just as he was about to turn the page.

No…did they really hate one another?

Chuuya’s brows furrowed as he stared at the pictures, then thought back to the meeting with Randou.

Randou said he hated his lover. After killing his lover, he spent his years trying to figure out a way to sever the bond.

If Randou hated his lover, would he even keep these kinds of pictures in his home? If Chuuya had someone he hated to the point of wanting to kill off, he wouldn't ever want to see anything related to that person. If Randou hated Paul, why keep these memories in his closet like this?

Chuuya could only think of one answer.

Randou didn’t hate his mate, he still loved him.

Chuuya had thought it was weird. Why did Randou bother talking to them when they first met? If he only saw the two of them as research materials, he should have just attacked them directly. There wasn't any need to waste time talking.

Fairies and spirits were enemies, just like vampires and werewolves.

Perhaps the two of them reminded Randou of himself and his dead mate. Maybe that was why Randou talked so much. He was reminiscing the past. 

In the end, when Randou died, he died with a smile. Chuuya had thought the Blud was just relieved to be freed from the Bond, but perhaps what he really wanted all these years was to follow after his mate. Feeling something tickling his cheek, Chuuya reached up a hand to scratch it…only to feel something wet on the tip of his finger. It wasn't until then that he realized how his left eye was a bit blurry.

He had shed a tear.

This was the very first time he had ever cried, even if it was only a small droplet.

It was also this that made him realize something else.

He, Nakahara Chuuya, was in love with Dazai Osamu.

That night, Chuuya went to bed early. He wasn’t sure how to face Dazai now that he realized his own feelings. He couldn’t even tell when it had begun, nor did he want to know.

Unknown to Chuuya, the same time he had realized his feelings, Dazai had as well.

Beneath the bed of where they slept, Dazai found a bunch of Randou’s diaries.

Having nothing to do, Dazai began looking through them while Chuuya was outside napping in the grass. The diaries began with Randou’s very first meeting with Paul and ended on the day Randou killed his beloved mate.

Dazai knew that his attraction towards Chuuya was changing. He knew the moment he took him in that dirty old shag and watched the weretiger came apart beneath him. He knew, but that didn’t mean he had to accept it. After all, their partnership should be strictly just partnerships. Dazai’s ultimate plan was to use Chuuya to break himself free from his old coven. After Odasaku—the only one he considered as friend died, he carried on his wish and left the coven.

As Dazai read through the experience of someone else’s love, he gradually started thinking back of his life with Chuuya. He never realized just how clear his memories were whenever Chuuya was involved. He could remember each word the werebeast said to him. He remembered how the weretiger moved, the way those blue eyes gazed at him and how his brows twitched by the slightest bit whenever he was annoyed.

He could remember everything vividly as if it had all happened just yesterday. Dazai didn’t even know he got such good memory until now.

But so what if they came to term with their feelings? The only thing they could do was to painfully bury it. Nothing good will come from their relationship. Randou and Paul were the perfect examples.

One day, someone will get tired.

One day, someone will leave.

What was the point in starting a fruitless relationship that will just end in disaster? At least if they stay as partners, they may last through an eternity than as lovers.

A month went by extremely fast. It felt like their peaceful lifestyle had just begun before they had to return to that war-ridden land.

With the power supporting the dimension beginning to crumble, the two of them had to quickly leave otherwise they might get stuck here forever. Before leaving the house, Chuuya brought along the only hat that had Randou’s name. Dazai had made fun of him, calling him a hat rack and how much shorter he looked with that tasteless hat on, but Chuuya ignored him.

Chuuya had taken Randou’s hat as a reminder that he and Dazai could never be anything more.

Even so, every time his heat came, he and Dazai just naturally embraced together. He knew it was best for them to stop this kind of relationship, but he couldn’t say it. Every time Dazai held him, Chuuya found his eyes drawn to the vampire’s neck, wondering how that neck would look if it was marred with his mark.

Through the years of countless battles, Chuuya and Dazai honed their skills and teamwork. As the pair traveled across the globe, leaving behind the remnants of their involvement within the wars, words of their existence soon began to spread.

A pair of unknown humanoid species dressed in black—they were known as Double Black.

In a blink of an eye, another fifty years had passed, yet the war still showed no signs of stopping.

Chuuya and Dazai perched at the top of a hundred years old tree that had withered away long ago. Chuuya sat on one side of the branch while Dazai stood on another.

This was a rare peaceful time for them, so they were quietly savoring it until the next wave of battle comes. French Guiana hasn’t taken as much damage from the war as the rest of the world, so the sky was clear enough for them to see the moon. Unfortunately, it won’t be long until human soldiers arrive here and turn this peaceful land into another hell.

Like Chuuya’s strength that had become unparalleled over the years, Dazai’s information network also became frightening. The vampire knew the exact time and places of when and where their enemies would arrive. Chuuya could never get the vampire to tell him just how he got such information, so he eventually just gave up asking.

The two of them were just quietly enjoying the scenery when Dazai spoke.

“Be my mate, Chuuya."

Chuuya nearly fell off the branch. His eyes locked onto his vampire companion in disbelieve.

"Where the hell did that come from?!"

Dazai slowly pulled his gaze away from the moon and looked over to Chuuya. "I think we make a pretty good team. A werebeast and a vampire, what could be more perfect than this?"

“That’s not the problem!” Chuuya snapped. “We’re not even dating!”

“Chuuya! I never knew you were one to take procedures so seriously~”

"That's not the point!" Chuuya yelled. He suddenly felt exhausted. He leaned against the tree and pulled his hat down to cover his eyes. "Don't pull these kinds of stupid jokes with me."

When Chuuya heard no response, he couldn’t help the bitter smile that lifted his lips. Really, of all pranks that damn mackerel could have pulled, it just had to be this. Chuuya wondered if the vampire knew about his feeling and was doing it on purpose to mock him.

“I don’t joke about these kinds of things, Chuuya.” Dazai’s gentle voice came, startling Chuuya as the other sounded close. Really close.

His hat was lifted and Chuuya saw Dazai's face just an inch away from his. The vampire was now standing on a branch much lower than the one Chuuya was on, making their eye lines perfectly leveled.

Without the obstruction of the hat, Dazai leaned in a bit more. The tip of their nose lightly brushed over one another as cold and hot breath merged into one.

Chuuya’s lashes fluttered ever so slightly at the closeness between them, but he didn’t back away.

"I really do think we're a good match," Dazai whispered so softly that had Chuuya not been a werebeast he might not have heard despite their closeness.

Sapphire eyes slowly narrowed as he too stared unwaveringly into those burnt umber eyes.

“Didn’t you see what happened to bond mates?” He asked coldly. “In the first place, do you even like me?”

"Yeah, I like you," Dazai admitted so simply that it caught Chuuya off-guard. "I like you a lot, Chuuya."

Chuuya stared at Dazai, unable to believe what he’s hearing.

“You’re not playing with me are you, you fucking—hmph!”

The rest of Chuuya’s words were swallowed by Dazai who close the last bit of distance between them.

The kiss was short.

It probably lasted only a few seconds, but within that few seconds, countless thoughts ran through Chuuya’s mind. Before he could think of what to do, his body was already leaning forward, responding to the cold kiss.

When they broke apart, Chuuya was breathless. He stared into the vampire’s eyes that had bled into crimson, gazing at him hungrily.

Chuuya panted as he tilted his head back, silently offering his neck to the other.

Cold hands tenderly held onto his shoulders as Dazai leaned towards him.

Chuuya let out a long moan when he felt spikes of pleasure coursing through his body. He had never let Dazai fed off him directly outside of heat, so this was the first time he was able to feel the vampire’s bite with a clear mind.

When Dazai pulled his fangs out, Chuuya was completely limp. A pair of cold hands gently cradled his neck, holding him up and making him open his eyes to be met with a pair of glowing red ones.

Dazai stared at the weretiger in wonder. It was a look the vampire gave him only when he was in heat. Chuuya never really understood what it had meant, but now…

The redhead slowly closed his eyes and leaned into the vampire’s touch. He sighed comfortably, enjoying the coolness before opening the eyes to see the vampire watching him carefully.

“I might hate you enough to kill you one day.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Dazai chuckled lightly.

Yes, that was one thing they'll be different from other bond mates. No other mates would start off trying to kill each other at every chance they get.

Chuuya couldn't remember how many times he wanted to finish off this damn vampire. Even after knowing his feelings for the other, that hadn't changed. If they do end up hating each other, how differently would that be compared to now?

“…When did you start liking me?” Chuuya couldn’t help but wanted to know. After all, the stupid vampire didn’t give anything hints that he was even interested in him.

“…I supposed it was when I kissed you.” Dazai replied. At that time, he had no idea why he acted that way. It was illogical and being illogical just wasn’t Dazai’s style. But now thinking back, everything made sense. Since that time, he was already attracted to Chuuya. He just hadn’t known.

“You supposed?”

Dazai shrugged casually, his thumbs started a gentle rubbing motion around the redhead's throat as if trying to smooth out a cat's puffed-up fur.

“Then when did you supposedly fell in love with me?” Dazai questioned back.

Chuuya froze. So…Dazai had known all along?

“Who knows…” Chuuya muttered, knowing it was useless to deny.

Dazai continued his tender massage on the weretiger’s neck with those long slender fingers. “Chuuya, did you know? Your neck is the warmest part of your body.”

Chuuya frowned, not sure where the vampire’s getting at.

“It’s only after meeting you that I’ve ever experienced warmth. Your blood is the only thing that has ever made me feel alive. When I first met you in that fighting ring, I planned on only using you. It was after I tasted your blood that I decided to offer equal partnership.”

"So you finally admitted out loud that you planned on using me as your slave," Chuuya growled, only to hold back a moan and forced to relax again when Dazai rubbed his neck in all the right places. The damn vagabond, since when did he figure out all these weak spots even he had no idea of?

“I never hid my intention. Didn’t I told you that you were to be my dog?”

The veins beneath Chuuya’s forehead throbbed.

“Let go, damn it!” Chuuya finally mustered up the energy to slap the hands away. “You trying to pick a fight with me?”

“How can you say that?” Dazai gasped dramatically. “I only wanted Chuuya to be my mate~”

“Only an idiot would want to be your mate!” Chuuya shouted as he jumped onto his feet. He was stupid for taking this leech seriously. He turned, about to leave when that bastard spoke again.

“Actually, I lied. Your neck isn’t the warmest, your inside’s—”

Chuuya spun around, his leg slamming downward and aiming right at that bastard vampire’s head. However, as if waiting for this very moment, Dazai side-stepped his attack and leaped towards him.

The redhead gasped as the vampire pushed him off the branch. Together, they went flying off the tree. Chuuya instinctively tried to activate his power, only to realize he couldn’t. He looked up at the vampire whose arms had wrapped around his waist tightly.

“Let go!” Chuuya roared. He grabbed the cloths on the vampire’s back and tried to pull him away, but the vampire’s grip was unbelievably firm. “If you want to fall, fall by yourself!”

Dazai didn't say anything and just held onto Chuuya tighter. The pair fell from the tree and right into the bushes below. Chuuya had braced himself for the impact, but at the last moment, Dazai spun them around, using his body to cushion the weretiger as they landed with a rustle of leaves and snapping sounds of branches.

When Chuuya opened his eyes, his lips were tightly molded with Dazai’s as they lay in the flattened bush. The weretiger tried to pull away, but Dazai had a hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head down while leaning up at the same time to deepen their kiss.

When Chuuya felt something slithering into his mouth, his first reaction was to push back with his own. Unfortunately, Dazai had anticipated this reaction as well. As slippery as an eel, his tongue danced around Chuuya’s and began licking the wet cavern of his mouth. It didn’t take long until the werebeast’s face was painted in crimson as that sly tongue sparked fire within him.

“Hm…hmph…!” Chuuya moaned as he collapsed weakly against the vampire. Dazai didn’t let him go. He kept kissing him until Chuuya was starting to feel faint.

Knowing anymore would be too much for the weretiger to take, the vampire disconnected their kiss with a wet pop.

Chuuya gasped for air as silvery saliva glistening under the moonlight dripped down the corner of his lips.

The vampire gawked at the weretiger, drinking in the beautiful sight as the moonlight traced a bluish outline around the redhead’s silhouette.

"I knew for a while that my attraction for you wasn't normal," Dazai told him. "But I kept denying those feelings with excuses. I didn't like that there was something outside of my calculation."

"And what changed?" Chuuya huffed. Although he acted indifferently, his heart was actually hammering as he waited for the vampire's next words.

“I have Randou-san to thank for that.”

At the name of the Blud, Chuuya reached for his hat only to realize that his hat wasn't on his head anymore. He looked around and found it lying a couple of meters away. The hat was flipped upwards on the grass with Randou's name exposed to him.

“Randou-san wrote down diaries recording every day of his life with his mate. Every little interaction between them, what they did, what they said…even the most insignificant things were recorded down in great detail.” Dazai chuckled at the last part. It was an empty laugh Chuuya was too used to. It was as if the vampire was mocking the Blud for his useless efforts. “It was too detailed to be called a diary.”

“You don’t mean…?” Chuuya mumbled, realizing where Dazai was getting at.

“He wrote those after his mate’s death.”

Chuuya became silent after that. He thought back to those albums he had flipped through. Randou had been bonded for a long time. If that was true, then for Randou to be able to write down his memories of his mate even down to the finest detail, it could only mean his guess was right.

"Randou-san loved his mate," Dazai stated quietly, not surprised by Chuuya's lack of reaction. It was as if the vampire already knew the weretiger figured it out as well. "He never stopped loving him like he said he had. The fact he was able to so clearly record down memories from nearly a century ago is the proof. Perhaps his mate also loved him, but the two of them were too blinded by hate to see it. Randou-san must have realized that after his mate died."

Sapphire eyes darkened at the vampire’s explanation. So what Dazai was saying was that all of that was a huge misunderstanding? Those two just thought there was no more love between them when there is?

The hell’s up with that?

“Reading that made me realized I don’t want to have any regret, Chuuya.” Dazai declared as he held onto the side of the redhead’s small hip. “That’s why bond with me, Chuuya.”

“How do you know we won’t end up like them?” Chuuya challenged. “Maybe I’ll kill you one day.”

“Then we’ll just go back to how we were.” Dazai beamed brightly. “Besides, dying in Chuuya’s hands doesn’t sound bad. It would be quite beautiful actually, don’t you agree?”

“Tch…you suicidal maniac!”

“Of course, if Chuuya dies with me it will be even more beautiful!”

“What happened to dying with a pretty female?” Chuuya bit out, remembering all those idiotic love confessions (double-suicide invitation) this guy went around making to any beautiful females they came across.

"If Chuuya becomes my mate then I won't need to go through the trouble looking for a beautiful maiden to die with me."

“Go die by yourself, you stinkin’ mackerel!” Chuuya shouted, wanting to leave when Dazai grabbed him by his hip and pulled him back down.

"I love you," Dazai said firmly, his face and tone suddenly became serious, devoid of any traces of joke. He stared into those blue eyes as he repeated those words once more. "I love you, Chuuya. Become my mate."

Chuuya looked down at Dazai for a long, long time before he grabbed the stupid vampire by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up.

Now in a sitting position with the weretiger in his lap, Dazai was naturally higher than Chuuya. That ticked the redhead off, so he used his strength, pulling the raven down as their lips smashed together rather brutally.

Their teeth clanked against one another, but neither of them cared as they were quickly engrossed within the kiss. Dazai kept a tight hold on Chuuya’s hip while the werebeast gripped onto the front of the vampire’s shirt roughly.

When they finally break away, Chuuya was glaring dangerously into the vampire’s dark eyes.

"If I'm going to be your mate, then you better start talking," Chuuya demanded in a threatening manner. "Who is your enemy? When you teamed up with me, you had an enemy in mind, didn't you?"

“Oh?” Dazai smirked. “What would you do if I tell you, Chuuya?”

“You have to ask?” Chuuya snorted as he let go of the vampire’s shirt and stood up.

Dazai stared in wonder at the weretiger known as Nakahara Chuuya.

The redhead stood beneath the full moon night with rays of silvery light wrapped around his small and lithe frame. A confident smirk was on his face as those beautiful icy blue eyes perfectly reflective the vampire’s image within them.

Dazai’s eyes widened in disbelieve.

Vampires were the only creatures in this world that cannot leave reflection as they are the only creature cursed without a soul. But right now, for the very first time in his life, he could see himself clearly within those bright blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Dazai, like all vampires, had never seen himself before. The only way for them to know what they looked like was to hire artists to draw out their portraits, but Dazai never had any interest in that.

He never cared about his looks. That is, until this very moment when he saw his own reflection within those beautiful eyes burning with life. That reflection was proof that he exists within this world, and most importantly…his existence within Chuuya's heart.

“We will decimate them.” Chuuya declared haughtily. “Our enemies will know the vicious gravity that will crush those that oppose Double Black.”

"Ah…" Dazai swallowed. His throat felt strangely tight and there was a weird soreness in both of his eyes. The raven wanted to laugh at the familiar feeling. The last time he felt this way was when Odasaku died in his arms, but unlike that time, his feelings right now were reserved.

He was so happy that for the first time in his life he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to keep on living just so he can feel more of this addictive sensation. He wanted to keep on living together with this proud and overly confident creature. 

The raven climbed onto his feet to face the redhead whose fate from this night onward would be permanently tied to his.

“I’ll be counting on you, partner.”

Mythological creatures:

Leprechauns – A type of fairy in Irish mythology. They are usually depicted as little bearded men, wearing a coat and hat, who partake in mischief. They are solitary creatures who spend their time making and mending shoes and have a hidden pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Dullahan – A type of fairy in Irish mythology. The Dullahan is depicted as a headless rider, usually on a black horse, who carries their own head in his middle arm. Usually, the Dullahan is male, but there are some female versions.

Banshee – A female spirit in Irish mythology who heralds the death of a family member, usually by wailing, shrieking, or keening.

Dark elf – a type of elf in Norse mythology.

Blud – One of the Slavic fairies in Slavic mythology. Blud is an evil-deity that causes disorientation and leads a person aimlessly around. The term also refers to illicit fornication, the desire for which Slavic clerics claimed to come from the Devil.

Vodianoy – The Russian spelling for the male water spirit of Slavic origin. He is viewed to be particularly malevolent, existing almost exclusively to drown swimmers who have angered him by their boldness.

Chapter Text

 “Ha….ha…ha…”

The heavy panting flowed through the air, mixing with the rustling sound of cloths and wet squelching sounds to create a gentle melody.

“Come on Chuuya…” Dazai nibbled on that cute earlobe. He took great care not to accidentally cut open that tender skin with his sharp fangs. After all, he couldn’t let the fun end when it was just starting.

“W-wait…Dazai!” Chuuya whimpered into his hands, face completely flushed as he panted heavily. His usual clear blue eyes were glazed over as if covered by a thin layer of morning mist. "I think…I think I'm in h-heat…?"

“Don’t be silly, love.” Dazai chuckled gently as if talking to a child refusing to out of bed. With Chuuya’s head down, he wasn’t able to see that devilish grin on the vampire’s face. “If you’re in heat, wouldn’t I be the first to know?”

“But…but…”

“I’m hungry Chuuya, please? I want more crabs. I'm starving…I love the way your blood taste with the flavor of crabs~"

Dazai’s hypnotic voice chanted over and over as the heat under redhead’s skin grew more and more intense. Hearing his mate being hungry has always been a weak spot of Chuuya’s. Chuuya squinted his eyes as he looked around the table, trying to find where all those crabs went. He swore they were there just seconds ago.

He reached out a shaky hand, patting around the table until he found what he was looking for. His hands quivered as he gripped onto the spikey surface of the crab leg. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t apply enough strength to crack the exoskeleton open.

“Here.” Dazai’s cold hands wrapped around his, soothing the burning sensation under his skin. With a bit of help from the vampire, the shell in Chuuya’s hand cracked open. Beneath the tough shell was the fat, juicy flesh.

Dazai’s mouth watered, but it wasn’t at the sight of the crab meat. It was at the exquisite creature trembling within in his arms.

Chuuya panted as he slowly opened his mouth and wrapped his rosy lips around the tender flesh. The redhead moaned. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he sucked on the meat. He seemed to have trouble eating, as he was panting so hard that he could barely bite down. 

“Come on, Chuuya.” Dazai urged, placing a finger under the weretiger’s jaw and applied some strength to help the other bite down.

Chuuya groaned pitifully. His eyes were tightly shut as he somehow managed to slurp the meat into his mouth. He chewed painfully, tears gathering in his long lashes as he struggled to swallow.

“Drink,” Dazai pressed the rim of a cup against his lips. 

Without thinking, Chuuya opened his mouth, inviting that burning liquid to slide into his mouth and flushed the crab meat down his throat. The weretiger sobbed as the blazing heat in his body increased. He was trembling even harder now as hot breath came out of his mouth in loud puffs. The moment those crabs made its way into his stomach, they were instantly broken down and carried off into his bloodstream. 

Dazai licked his lips as his eyes hungrily roamed over that beautifully flushed neck. His tongue peeked out and licked up the smooth skin of the weretiger’s neck. His action was rewarded by a delicious moan from the redhead.

And then, pale lips pulled back, revealing a pair of pointed fangs as they sank into the side of the soft neck.

“Aaaaaah!” Chuuya threw his head back against Dazai’s shoulder. His limbs twitched at the overwhelming pleasure corrupting his body, causing tears to flood down his eyes.

“You taste so good, Chuuya.” Dazai moaned before biting down again, earning another hoarse cry from his lover.

“D-Dazai…Atushi and Aku—hn! B…bedroom…!” Chuuya pledged, only to squeal when Dazai bit down even harder. To be able to remember that they were in the living room meant Chuuya’s wasn’t that far gone…yet.

“You shouldn’t underestimate Ryuunosuke.” Dazai chuckled darkly. After all, Akutagawa was his disciple. If that boy didn’t have the instinct to know when they should not come back, then he would have to re-educate him.

“Chuuya, I want more.” Dazai reached around Chuuya. He grabbed another crab leg, smashing the shell in his hands and tore the flesh into strips. He poured out a bottle of sake into a bowl, soak the crab meat in it before bringing it to his lover’s mouth.

Chuuya was just parting his lips and Dazai was already pushing the food in. The mixture of sake and crab juice slid down the corner of his mouth and down the delicate curve of his throat. The moment he swallowed, Dazai already had the next piece waiting by his lips.

Chuuya wanted to tell his lover to stop, but each time he opened his mouth he was shoved with more crabs. Something didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around why. Everything was so hot. His body was burning up. All he wanted was to curl into his lover's arm and feel the other’s cold body against his skin. Tears rolled down the corner of his reddened eyes as Dazai poured another cup of sake down his throat.

“D-Dazai...no more…”

“Shhh…” Dazai hushed as he held his lover tightly in his arms. “Let’s take off some clothes alright? You’ll feel cooler that way.”

Lacking the ability to think, Chuuya nodded dizzily.

As easy as removing the shell of the crabs, Dazai removed his mate’s clothes, revealing the tender flesh those clothes hid away. Chuuya’s entire body was flushed in pink, just like the tender flesh of the cooked crab.

Without the restriction of clothes, Chuuya sighed in relieve before he tugged at Dazai’s clothes.

“Why are you…” He squinted his eyes in an attempt to see better, "still…d-dressed?"

“Then Chuuya take them off for me?” Dazai teased.

Chuuya tugged at Dazai’s clothes, but no matter how hard he tried, he can’t pull the firm fabric off. His face flushed as his fingers hooked onto Dazai’s shirt. His actions must seem desperate, as Dazai stopped teasing him and unbuttoned the front of his shirt.

The moment his bare chest was exposed, Chuuya dived in, wrapping his arms around his mate’s bare body just to feel the coolness against his skin.

The redhead sighed in bliss as the dizziness immediately lessened.

“Chuuya,” Cold fingers gently tapped the tip of the tiger’s pointed chin. When Chuuya’s head was lifted, he was greeted with a pair of cold lips wrapping around his.

Chuuya eagerly leaned into the kiss. Dazai wrapped his arms around his mate’s narrow waist, pulling him onto his lap as their chest rubbed against one another. Dazai slid a hand up the weretiger’s beautifully curved spine and rested on the tiger’s nape.

Chuuya closed his eyes in comfort…until burning fluid entered his mouth through that pair of cold lips.

“N-no!” Chuuya hastily pulled away from the kiss, but Dazai chased his lips. Pressing their lips hard together, Dazai used his tongue to push the redhead’s mouth open and made him drank down every last drop.

The heat that was somewhat soothed returned as Chuuya whined in displeasure.

The vampire poured another cup of sake into his mouth before smashing his lips back against the weretiger. Like this, he fed the alcohol to his mate over and over.

In his drunken and overheating state, he unknowingly transformed his ears into tiger ears. A pair of soft-looking orange and black-tipped ears sat on top of his head. From his tailbone grew a long orange and black striped tail. The beautiful healthy fur glistened under the dim lighting.

At some point, Chuuya had fallen over the couch, having no more energy to sit up as he cried at the burning sensation beneath his skin. To make things worse, Chuuya felt something weird wrapped around his front. He squirmed at the uncomfortable fabric against his heated skin.

“It’s ok, it won’t cover your entire body, so it won’t make you hot.” Dazai comforted as he petted the silky orange hair.

Chuuya moaned as he fidgeted, still not liking whatever his mate had put on him. He tried to look down, only for Dazai to dive in and kiss him. Thankfully there was no more of that heated liquid this time.

“Dazai…I want…I want…” Chuuya choked, unable to finish his sentence as he panted for air.

Dazai gave one last lick to the inside of his mate’s sweet mouth before he reluctantly pulled back. “Is this what you wanted, love?”

A hand caressed the soft orange locks, guiding the weretiger’s head down until something cold was pressed against his face.

Watery blue eyes blinked groggily, lacking the usual defiance and intelligence.

Moist red tongue peeked out and gave that cold object an experimental lick. Seeming to like the texture or perhaps just that cold temperature, Chuuya quickly wrapped his mouth around it, earning a deep moan from the vampire.

Dazai sat there as he watched his mate took his cock inside his warm mouth. The sight was something to behold. The weretiger’s hands were resting on his thighs with that cute butt high up in the air. That sleek orange-black tail was swishing back and forth with those furry ears twitching to every sound he made.

Wet squelching sound filled the air as the weretiger licked and sucked the cock as he would to a cold treat. Perhaps it was from his body’s memory; he was licking in all the right places that made Dazai unable to hold back his moans.

Dazai reached down, stroking his lover's cheek and combed his fingers through the silky hair. He palmed that furry ear, watching with great interest as the redhead's ear folded back, remaining that way for a couple of seconds before bouncing back to normal.

The vampire chuckled as he lightly pinched the tip of that adorable fluffy thing.

“Hn!” Chuuya grunted around the vampire’s cock his ear twitched as if wanting to escape his lover’s hold.  

Like the rest of his body, the ear in his hand was also extremely warm. That ear fitted comfortably within the vampire’s palm as he stroked it tenderly along the fur. That seemed to please Chuuya who gave the tip of the vampire’s cock a hard suck, causing the raven to jolt as his hands quivered.

“Bad kitty.” Dazai tsked, reaching out and grabbed the weretiger lightly by the base of his tail.

Chuuya yelped, mouth pulling away from Dazai’s cock as he collapsed against the vampire’s thigh. He mewled as his body shivered at the sensitivity coming from the base of his tail.

“D-Dazai…!”

“It’s Osamu~” Dazai sang happily. He slid his hand down that sleek tail and twirled the flexible appendage around his fingers. “Call me by my name, Chuuya.”

“Ngh…” Chuuya groaned as he hazily stared at the blurry face close to his. It was obvious that the weretiger wasn’t capable of understanding complex words right now, and apparently, Osamu was a complex word.

“Dazai…”

“It’s Osamu.” Dazai corrected patiently as he kissed the tip of the tiger’s tail.

“Da—hmm!” Chuuya groaned as another piece of crab (drench in sake) was stuffed into his mouth. He moaned and tried to use his tongue to push it out, but Dazai shoved his finger in and started playing around with the food and his tongue.

“It’s Osamu, Chuuya~” Dazai breathed into Chuuya’s ears.

Chuuya whimpered as he sucked on the fingers inside his mouth. He wrapped his tongue against those slender fingers like a kitten desperately trying to please its master.

Dazai shuddered when those tearful blue eyes met his. His throat became extremely dry as the vampire felt the blood inside his veins began to flow faster.

Gritting his teeth, Dazai crushed down the rush of desire that nearly overwhelmed him. He wouldn’t let himself be taken over by Blood Frenzy right now.

The vampire pushed the weretiger onto his back, straddling him as he pushed his fingers deeper into Chuuya’s throat.

“Swallow,” He ordered.

Chuuya tried. He really did, but he can’t with Dazai’s fingers in the way. Tears rolled down his eyes as he struggled to do as told, but it just wasn’t possible.

“Hmm…!”

"I can't understand you, love," Dazai spoke in a tone much like a gentleman speaking to a lady at a ball.

“Hmph!” Chuuya tried to turn his head away, but the fingers in his mouth wouldn’t let him.

After a long, long time, Chuuya finally managed to swallow the crab. He panted heavily; jaw slacked as he stared up at his mate with unfocused eyes.

Dazai lightly rubbed the limp tongue before withdrawing his hand. The raven stared at his fingers that were soaked with his mate's saliva and brought it up to his own lips.

The vampire licked his fingers, eyes never leaving that delicious sight of his mate as he savoured the sweet taste of this alluring creature bearing his mark.

“You’re beautiful, Chuuya…”

It was a pity that it was only at rare times like this that he could see such a cute side of his mate.

The redhead’s milky white skin was dusted in cherry blossom pink. Ocean blue eyes were like the morning lake covered by a layer of mist with wet dews hanging on his long-lashed. 

And most importantly, over the bare body of the weretiger was an apron.

A pink apron with frills that only covers the front with the words “EAT ME” written in red sparkles. The skirt of the apron was just barely covering his mate’s genital area.

Dazai pulled down the right strap of the apron until that perky right nipple was exposed before his eyes. Dipping his head, Dazai bit onto the nipple, causing Chuuya to cry out as his mate’s fangs pierced through the hard little nub and sent pleasure coursing through the redhead’s body.

Dazai sucked out some blood before licking all over the nipple. He took his time playing around with it until Chuuya was tearing up and begging so prettily for him.

After minutes of slow torture, Dazai finally let his mate go. He pulled back and admired his saliva glistening over that dusty perk. It was unfortunate that he can’t leave any marks on his mate…but this will do just fine.

“Chuuya, here~!” Dazai put a pink melamine ladle into Chuuya’s limp and open hand resting beside his head.

Without thinking, Chuuya wrapped his fingers over the handle of the thing given to him. He blinked, unable to understand what he was holding. When the round tip of the item touched his face, Chuuya sighed at the coolness coming from it. It wasn’t as cold as his mate, but it still felt nice. Without thinking, Chuuya licked the smooth surface.

Ka-cha

Chuuya thought he had heard a weird sound somewhere in the far distance, but he couldn’t bother with it right now. All he wanted was for the heat to go away.

“Dazai...” He pleaded, hoping his mate will hurry and fill him up.

“Osamu.” Dazai continued to correct, not the slightest bit upset that Chuuya still wasn’t getting it right. He dipped some of his fingers into the bottle of sake and shoved them into that warm mouth.

“Hm…!”

The ladle slipped out of the weretiger’s hand and was about to hit the ground when the vampire swiftly caught it. Dazai spun the ladle around his fingers before he gently set it upon the table. After all, he couldn’t afford to have this thing make any sound that could startle the tiger awake.

They were just getting to the good part.

“What do you want, Chuuya?” Dazai asked with one hand lazily rubbing around the base of the weretiger’s tail. Then his hand slyly slipped down, between the crease of those firm buttocks to stroke the inside of that lean but muscular thighs.

“I want…I want…” Chuuya choked as his body shook with needs. “Dazai…shitty Dazai…” Even with his brain downgraded, Chuuya would never forget to insult him.

“It’s Osamu though?” Dazai responded in a confused tone as if the person Chuuya was calling for wasn’t him. It was a pity Chuuya couldn’t see that devilish look on his face. But even if he could, his brain wouldn’t be able to process it anyway.

“Come on, O-sa-mu.”

Chuuya’s hands reached for the vampire, wanting to wrap his mate up in his arm to feel his skin. Unfortunately, Dazai cruelly denied his lover of that. He laid his palm flat against the weretiger’s firm and solid chest. With a push, he easily pressed the weretiger into the couch, stopping the other’s advances.

Those cute ears on Chuuya’s head flattened to show his displeasure while that powerful tail slapped against Dazai grudgingly. 

“O…Osa…” Chuuya groaned as his head spun from the intense heat clouding his rationality. “Osa…ossan…?”

“It’s not ossan.” Dazai sighed. It looks like he'll have to rise things up by a notch. From beneath the couch, Dazai pulled out a small bottle he had prepared behind Chuuya’s back.

Chuuya’s ears twitched as he heard something being unscrewed, followed by squelching sound. He moaned as he looked around, unable to pinpoint exactly where that weird noise was coming from.

His thought was soon brought back to his mate when he felt those comforting hands resting on his kneecaps.  

“Chuuya, say ahn~”

“Ahn?” Chuuya parroted in confusion. And then, Chuuya’s legs were abruptly pulled apart.

His entire body jerked upward from a force thrusting into him from below. Blue eyes flew wide as the weretiger’s pupils dilated into slits. The redhead’s small body had completely arched off the couch, his spine bending like a beautifully crafted bow with the string being tugged.

His head threw back, pumpkin orange hair fanning over the leather couch as his neck was stretched to its fullest length. His Adam’s apple vibrated as a hoarse scream tore out of those parted rosy lips.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!!!! ❤ ”

Dazai entered Chuuya in one smooth thrust.

The vampire let out a small groan at that hot, velvet walls massaging his cock. His eyes were dyed in pools of red as a small hiss slipped out of his throat. His grip over his mate's knees tightened as he enjoyed the way those delicious walls spasm and clench around his cock, greedily trying to pull him in even further.

With a growl, Dazai slammed his hip forward, burying himself deeper into that gorgeous body.

Surely if there is a heaven, it would be within the body of his mate.

Dazai licked his lips as he watched as Chuuya crumbled back down onto the couch. His body was trembling uncontrollably from being filled up. His limbs—especially those stunning and powerful legs—were twitching as his body tried to adjust to his mate’s sudden intrusion. That half limp cock of the weretiger was now fully erect, lifting an impressive tent under that cute apron skirt.

“Dazai! H-hurry! Move!” Chuuya pledged. He stretched out his arms, once more wanting to wrap them around his mate but the vampire grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. If it was any other time, Chuuya could easily break free. But in his current weakened state, he wouldn’t even win Dazai in an arm-wrestling match. 

The weretiger whined pitifully as he wiggled his hip, only to yelp as Dazai punishingly grounded his hip hard against his ass. Chuuya could even feel the vampire’s balls smothered against his buttcheeks and rolling around with the vampire’s torturous movements.

“Dazai! I want…I want it…!”

“I’ll give it to you if you call me Osamu.” Dazai smiled.

“B-but—ah!” Chuuya mewled when Dazai pulled out the slightest bit, adjusting his position before pushing back in, pressing his cock right into the prostate.

“Dazai—HYA?!”

Chuuya choked as Dazai repeated the motion—a little harsher this time.

“Come on Chuuya. It’s Osamu.”

“I—ahn!” Chuuya cried when Dazai ground his hip into his, pushing past his prostate and burying deep within his body.

He wanted his mate to move. He wanted Dazai to fuck him fast and hard. He didn’t like this agonizing slowness. He hated it.

“Osa…” Chuuya choked as if the words burned his throat just by pronouncing it. "Osamu…"

Finally hearing his given name falling from those lovely lips after three hundred years, Dazai didn’t felt the joy he expected he would.

The red in Dazai’s eyes were gone, turning back to those umber colours as he stared with hints of horror at those large, pearly tears rolling down his mate’s cheek.

Chuuya was crying.

It wasn’t a cry from pleasure, but a cry from pain and sadness.

Dazai hurriedly let go of Chuuya wrists, but the weretiger didn’t move. He just laid there like a marionette with its strings cut, silently sobbing.

The sight was so painful to watch that it made Dazai’s heart wretched with pain. He quickly put a hand onto Chuuya’s cheek and carefully turned his face up so their eyes could meet.

"Don't cry," Dazai whispered as he leaned in to kiss those tears away. “Don’t cry, Chuuya.”

Chuuya sniffed as he finally brought down his arms to wrap around Dazai’s neck. Dazai embraced his mate, adjusting their position so that they were both laying on their side as Chuuya sobbed into his neck.

Dazai cradled the redhead and ran a soothing hand up and down his back. As he tried to calm his lover down, his mind was running through hundreds of scenarios of how this had happened. Exactly what triggered Chuuya to make him cry like this?

No matter how hard Dazai think of that question, he could only come up with one depressing answer.

“Was calling my name that bad?” He questioned softly, his tone void of any emotion.

“I don’t want Osamu.” Chuuya hiccupped. “I don’t want anyone else but Dazai…I want Dazai…I hate this…I don’t want this…!”

Chuuya’s words were all broken up and probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but Dazai understood it perfectly.

Oh…

Oh.

Chuuya thought he was being forced to call out someone else’s name!

In his current heat-driven and confused state, he hadn’t realized that Osaum and Dazai were essentially the same beings. In his mind, he thought that Osamu was someone else, not Dazai, so he couldn’t understand why Dazai was making him call out another man’s name.

The red in the vampire’s eyes returned as quickly as it faded.

Fuck.

And he had been trying so hard to hold himself back.

Seriously, this wasn't fair.

“I’m sorry, I was wrong, Chuuya.” Dazai apologized as he showered his mate with kisses. Each small sniff came from his mate was like a stake being hammered into his heart.

He started from the cheek, then to the chin, nose, forehead, his soft eyelids…Dazai kissed Chuuya until his mate calmed down. Seriously, how could Chuuya be so precious and so cute? How was he able to make him fall in love with him over and over again? Whenever Dazai thought he couldn’t love his mate any more than this, Chuuya would always find ways to refresh his standards.

“I’m sorry for bullying you. It’ll just be Dazai. It’ll always be Dazai, ok?”

Chuuya tightened his arms around the vampire and nodded into his neck timidly.

Dazai nearly melted at this new side of Chuuya he couldn’t believe he had never seen before. He tightened his arms around Chuuya, taking a deep breath to calm the blood rushing through his veins and rolled his hip experimentally.

“Ah!” Chuuya trembled as teary blue eyes gazed into sharp crimson ones. “Dazai…mnh!”

Dazai swallowed the sweet moans coming from those cherry red lips. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he started thrusting slow and hard into his mate.

“Hmph!” Chuuya cried into those cool lips as his hip jerked back as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonated into his ears.

“W-wait!” Chuuya pleaded once he freed his lips. "Daz—”

SLAP

“Ah!”

SLAP

“Hn! Dazai—”

SLAP

“Aaaahn!”

Dazai panted heavily, eyes never leaving his mate’s face as he took in every single reaction blossoming over that face whenever he thrust himself inside. He didn’t even blink, not wanting to miss even a millisecond of the beautiful creature trapped within his arms.

The pace he had set was too slow for the impatient kitten, but no matter how much Chuuya begged, Dazai just wouldn’t speed up. When the redhead tried to move on his own, Dazai would tighten his arms around his waist, holding him still as he continued to fuck him slow and deep.

“Dazai! Dazai! Dazai!” Chuuya was going crazy. He was crying all over again, but this time it was from pleasure, not pain. He just wished the stupid vampire would just pick up the speed. “Dazai!”

“I love you, Chuuya.” Dazai rested his forehead against Chuuya’s. He gave a particularly hard thrust that made the other see stars.

Dazai had a plotted a long time for tonight.

It was one of Dazai’s many long-time dreams to see a complete kitty set on Chuuya. When they were young, it was easy to get Chuuya’s ears and tails out. All he needed to do was irritate him and those cute little things would pop out whether Chuuya wanted or not. Now, Chuuya has perfect control over his own body and barely showed them even during his heat. The last time Dazai was given the pleasure of seeing them was when Chuuya found Atsushi. The redhead had been fretting over the little white tiger that he didn’t even bother to his form properly.

Dazai sighed in bliss as he nosed those fluffy ears. All that was left were for those slender hands to morph into a pair of cute but deadly tiger paws. While Dazai had never seen Chuuya transform his hands that way, he knew the redhead was capable from what he saw on Atsushi.

There was so much more he wanted to do—so many things he could do to Chuuya in such a vulnerable state…

Now, those plans he spent months plotting all went down the drain. Dazai wasn’t disappointed though. If anything, he was beyond pleased right now. How could he ever think of bullying teasing his darling mate after hearing such a heartfelt confession?

Right now, more than anything, Dazai wanted to show Chuuya how much he loved and treasured him.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that, Chuuya?” Dazai muttered into his mate’s ears, making sure he heard him loud and clear with his words emphasized with each thrust of his hip. “But I’m quite disappointed…how could you even think I would let you call a name other than mine?”

Chuuya panted heavily as he clutched onto his mate. He mewled at each hard thrust.

“Do you know, Chuuya?”

“Ah!”

“If you ever call out someone else’s name…” Dazai’s gaze darkened as he thrust into Chuuya particularly hard, purposely slamming into that sensitive bundle of nerves that made Chuuya wailed.

“I will hunt that bastard down and break him, bit by bit…”

Chuuya mewled in response to the vampire’s possessive declaration.

“I only…hm! Only Da-Dazai…ugh…!” Chuuya panted as he managed to say those words.

Dazai smiled as he petted his mate’s soft orange hair. “Then let me show you how much I love you, Chuuya?”

“Y-yes…yes, Dazai—AAAAH!” Chuuya screamed as Dazai suddenly sat over him, straddling his right leg while pulling the left one over his shoulder.

Chuuya’s nails ripped open the leather couch in his attempt to find leverage as Dazai began pounding into his body, fast and hard. His heart was beating so fast he felt like Dazai will slam his heart right out of his throat.

“D-Dazai!—AAAHN!”

“You feel so good, Chuuya.” Dazai sighed as his eyes roamed all over the lithe body of his mate. His throat was dry, but he couldn’t drink any blood. If he does, then Dazai had no doubt he’ll lose himself to Blood Frenzy.

Although he had stuffed himself full of Chuuya’s blood, he couldn’t stop craving for more. Even when his veins were on the verge of bursting, Dazai just wanted to taste more of that delicious blood and feel its warmness being carried throughout his body.

“D-Dazai! I’m…I’m—!”

Dazai didn’t need Chuuya to tell him. He could feel the way those walls clenched desperately around his cock as his pistoled in and out of the delicious body. He could see how stiff and still Chuuya had suddenly become. His muscles tightened, toes curling as his body shook violently with the need for release.

Those were all signs of Chuuya nearing his limit.

The raven licked his lip.

He grabbed the redhead by his forearms. Chuuya yelped in surprise as he was pulled up.

Dazai’s back touched the couch as Chuuya suddenly found himself straddling the vampire. The weretiger’s firm buttcheeks molded against the vampire’s hip as the hard cock nested deeper inside him, pushing right against that sweet spot that made Chuuya wailed.

Blue eyes flew wide with tears rolling down the edges of his long lashes.

Chuuya’s voice came out in broken moans as he stared into those hungry crimson eyes that were practically ravishing his body. The weretiger whined as he shrunk into himself. Despite how Dazai already saw everything there was to see, Chuuya still felt extremely exposed when sitting on top like this.

Every muscle in his body tensed up…including his inside which tightened around that hard cock. His tense muscles caused the vampire's cock to shift inside him, rubbing against those sensitive walls as Chuuya came.

Sitting over the vampire and fully exposed for his mate to see, Chuuya screamed as he let out his release. He trembled as he fell to the side, his shoulder hitting against the channel backrest. His voice came out in broken sobs, his legs twitching as wet stains slowly seeped through the apron around his hip.

A drop of white substance dripped from the edge of the frilly apron and onto the pale skin of the vampire. The vampire's breath hitched when he felt that hot fluid touched his skin.

Dazai ogled his mate, absolutely blown away by the stunning sight.

This wasn’t the first time Chuuya ride him. In fact, it was quite frequent for Chuuya to ride him. Whenever they had sex outside of heat, it was always a battle for dominance. Whenever Chuuya wins, the arrogant little hat rack would ride him.

However…Dazai had underestimated how visually mind-blowing it was to see Chuuya, in heat, riding him in that apron. When the vampire pulled his mate up, one of the straps on the werebeast’s shoulder slid off, revealing a quarter his chest with the dusky nipple just barely peeking out. 

Matched with that dazed, vulnerable and delicate look on his face and how he looked like he was about to faint just from cumming once, Dazai felt blood rushing to his head, making him feel light-headed.

Panting through his mouth, Dazai grabbed those delectable globes on the redhead’s ass. He kneaded them, greedily taking in every little bit of reactions Chuuya rewarded him with—especially when he pulled them apart and pushed them so tightly together. 

“Chuuya.” Dazai groaned, rolling his hip and casing that hot wet cavern to tighten up on his cock.

“Dazai…” Chuuya breathed out gently, his voice drifted into the vampire's ears like a soft sigh.

“Chuuya…Chuuya!”

“HYAAA!!”

Chuuya screamed as a hard push from beneath thrust him upward into the air.

The werebeast crumbled onto the vampire. He was too weak to even move as he lay on top his mate, unable to do anything but cry as his mate fucked him hard and fast.

Cold fingers dug into the redhead's hip, leaving a trail of red marks as the vampire pounded in and out of his mate.

Having just cummed, Chuuya was overly sensitive. Despite that, he never once said anything or begged his mate to slow down. He just lay on his mate, hands gripping onto the raven’s shoulders as he let himself get fucked over and over until his mind was muddled by the pleasure. His mouth was wide open, letting out sweet cries and mewls that only encouraged the vampire to go even faster.

At some point, Chuuya had cummed again, but Dazai didn’t even notice. Right now, his mind was filled with nothing but Chuuya as his eyes began to turn into an eerie dark glow.

Chuuya                       Blood                     Beautiful                         Chuuya

Chuuya                   Blood               Love             Chuuya              Hungry                 Chuuya

so good           Gorgeous           CHUUYA                         Chuuya                           Blood

Chuuya                       Blood                     Want                      Chuuya           BLOOD

Blood                   Chuuya                   Devour                    Blood                                Blood

BLOOD                           BLOOD                             CHUUYA                BLOOD

BLOOD     BLOOD       BLOOD       BLOOD       BLOOD       BLOOD       BLOOD

BLOOD   BLOOD  BLOOD   BLOOD  BLOOD   BLOOD  BLOOD  BLOOD  BLOOD

BlOOD

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!”

Chuuya screamed, feeling his entire body flaring up as sharp fangs pierced into the side of his neck. Pleasure drowned him as Chuuya suddenly found renewed strength and started to desperately meet back Dazai’s frantic thrusts.

But that wasn’t enough for the vampire.

Dazai flipped them around, grabbing the werebeast’s legs and pulled them over his shoulders. Hands grabbed the weretiger’s hip, he began thrusting himself into that deliciously warm body at a punishing pace.

“Dazai, Dazai!” Chuuya sobbed as he gazed into those dark red eyes. His cries were met back with a low growl as the vampire bit into him again, sending another doze of pleasure into his body like drugs.

“Dazai!”

Dazai sucked on the delicious flesh as sweet blood slid down his throat.

When he felt those familiar warm arms wrapping around his neck, he froze. A vampire in Blood Frenzy never had anything but blood and sex on their mind. Perhaps it was through their Bond’s connection, Dazai somehow understood his mate’s need and pulled that small and lithe frame protectively within his arms.

“Dazai!” Chuuya mewled when his mate bite down harshly onto his shoulder as his hip slammed forward before the vampire locked them in this pose.

The vampire shuddered as Chuuya held onto his mate for dear life. Broken gasps and moans slipped through his lips as he felt his insides being pumped full of the vampire's seed. 

Yes…

This was what he wanted…

The coolness inside felt so good…

“Ahn~!”

Chuuya shook when the vampire ground his hip against his. Dazai was still cumming with no signs of stopping. And yet, the vampire was already growing impatient and thrusting in and out of him while filling him to the brim.

Chuuya’s head fell back as he sighed in bliss. 

Their night was just beginning.

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

The very next evening when Chuuya opened his eyes, he realized two things.

One, his heat had passed.

Two, they were in the living room, not their bedroom.

Chuuya’s face paled as he looked around, searching for any signs of Atsushi or Akutagawa. That damn Dazai, how could the bastard do it in the open like this?!

When Chuuya tried to get up, he noticed a third thing.

Something soft, but still quite big was buried deep within his body.

“Hmm…Chuuya, come back to bed! It’s too early.” Dazai’s sleepy voice came from behind him. A pair of long arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down onto the couch and into Dazai’s arms.

“Ugh…!” Chuuya let out a weak groan when he felt the cock slid deeper inside him as if it wanted to nest inside him forever.

“W-what were you thinking doing it in the living room?! What if those brats saw?!” Chuuya barked angrily while trying to steady his breathing. He didn’t need to look into a mirror to know how badly he was blushing.

Fuck…it’s pushing against his prostate.

The weretiger tried to recall what happened during his heat, but he couldn’t remember anything. It was odd. He always remembered what they did during his heat. Chuuya looked around again. This time, he noticed the mess scattered all over the table and floor.

There were bottles and bottles of sake along with crab shells piled up everywhere.

The entire place had become a literal dump in just one night! Not only that but it reeks of alcohol!

Chuuya stared at the mess that was their home, jaw slack as the event of yesterday slowly started to come back. Since his heat was nearing, Dazai said he wanted to eat crabs, so he went and came home with boxes of them. After that, he sang praises of how well sake goes with crabs, so he went out and bought home crates after crates of high-quality sake.

Chuuya was naturally delighted by all of this. Although sake wasn’t as good as wine in his opinion, Dazai was right that it goes better with crabs.

They were eating fine—or rather, Chuuya himself was eating happily until…until his memories cut off there. Chuuya wasn’t an idiot. He quickly connected the dots and knew his bastard of a mate set him up to get him drunk.

But why?

“Chuuya~”

“Ahn!” Chuuya moaned into the back of his hand when Dazai pulled him tighter into his embrace. Chuuya was shaking as he felt the now half-hard rod pushing past his prostate and into the depths of his body.

“Y-you…!” Chuuya panted, looking over his shoulder—only to find the moron was still sleeping!

Chuuya wriggled in an attempt to get free, but his body was too frail. This was the aftereffect of his heat. It will take about a day for him to regain his strength and the cock rubbing against his prostate every time he moved wasn’t helping at all.

The weretiger reached down to untangle the bandaged arms wrapped around him like persistent tentacles. When he looked down, Chuuya was blinded by that bright pinkness that nearly burnt off his eyeballs.

Blue eyes rounded in horror at the pink apron—covered in all kinds of suspicious dried stains—with the huge words “EAT ME” in red sparkles. 

The weretiger was petrified by the thing tied around his body when the trembling sound of vibration shook him back to reality. The shitty vampire’s phone was vibrating on the table. The screen lit up, showing that the caller was Akutagawa.

However, that wasn’t what got Chuuya’s attention.

Chuuya snatched the phone and stared at the new wallpaper Dazai had set on his device. It was him, lying on the pink leather couch and dressed in nothing but an apron.

Misty cornflower blue eyes were gazing towards the camera with cheeks flushed in a rosy colour. Orange and black-tipped fluffy ears were flat against his wavy orange locks—like the ears of a kitten getting its fur groomed.

His face was turned to the side, red tongue poking out of his moist lips to lick a stripe of saliva over the pink ladle he was clutching in his hand. He didn’t even know they had a pink ladle! One side of the apron was pulled off, revealing his hard nipple that was glistening with some sort of wet fluid. The skirt of the apron barely hid the sight between his spread legs. And on the side of his hip—his exposed and naked hip—was a bandaged hand. That hand rested against his flushed skin with a long, orange and black striped tail wrapped around that boney bandaged wrist.

The picture was framed in pink bubbles with red hearts drawn all over it.

Obviously a certain someone had taken the time to edit this.

“Wait…”

Chuuya’s eyes immediately darted down to the pink apron, then to the pink ladle on the phone. Finally, his eyes landed on the pink couch they were sleeping lying on—though the couch looked like it got mangled by some sort of animal…

He was starting to make a connection, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to make it at all.

It was two months back when Dazai suddenly brought home this pastel pink couch. Chuuya was in the kitchen, staring in absolute shock as Dazai started ordering Akutagawa and Atsushi on where he wanted the couch to be placed.

To do so, the vampire had even gotten rid of the original couch they had there, and Chuuya had quite liked that one. Out of respect for his mate, the weretiger didn’t stop him. Chuuya just brushed it off as Dazai going into another one of his weird phases.

“Don’t tell me…!”

Since that time, this shitty vampire was already…!!

Outside of the building, a pair of boys in black and white walked through the gate.

Atsushi was licking on a chocolate ice cream cone while Akutagawa had a phone to his ear, patiently waiting for his mentor to pick up.

“Ryuu, can you tell me what’s going on already?” Atsushi frowned. He didn’t know why his vampire lover was acting so weird. They were having fun at the amusement park yesterday and were heading home when Akutagawa suddenly stopped moving for half a second, then decided to book them into a nearby hotel.

He tried asking the vampire what was going on, but Akutagawa wouldn’t say anything.

To make things worse, Atsushi’s left eyelid had started twitching the exact same time that Akutagawa had frozen up. He didn't know why but he just had a really bad feeling all of the sudden. He immediately speed-dialed his mentor, but Chuuya had shut off his phone which made it even stranger.

The older weretiger always kept his phone on and close to his side in case of emergencies. This was the first time he couldn’t call through. Atsushi wanted to hurry home, but Akutagawa wouldn’t allow him. They would have gotten into a fight right then and there if they weren’t in public.

Now that they were finally in front of their home, Akutagawa wouldn’t move another step he could successfully make his call.

Atsushi couldn’t help but feel suspicious about all this. What made it more suspicious was Akutagawa buying ice cream for him. To be precise, a thirty centimeter tall soft serve ice cream cone. Atsushi knew his lover well. This wasn’t done out of kindness or whatever.

The vampire bought this to keep his mouth busy.

Akutagawa knew Atsushi, as well as Atsushi knew him. With Atsushi's love for food, there was no way he would let a drop of the ice cream go to waste. But if he eats too quickly, he wouldn't be able to savour the taste properly and that itself was another waste.

In other words, Akutagawa bought this ice cream to shut him up.

Atsushi’s eyelid twitched again.

Something was definitely going on, but Atsushi just couldn't figure out what. He took another bite of the ice cream and looked up at the tall building of their home.

Then…a familiar scream echoed from the sky.

“DAAAAAAZAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The windows at the very top of the building suddenly burst into a thousand tiny pieces of shards.

Atsushi’s jaw dropped as his grip over his cold treat loosened.

He wasn’t the only one. Akutagawa was also staring with wide eyes as a familiar pink couch flew out along with an even more familiar-looking raven-haired male…

 An ice cream cone and a cell phone met the ground at the exact same time.

“DAZAI-SAN?!”

“DAZAI-SAMA!”