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Title: Footprints in the Rain
Chapter: Companion piece/prequel to The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fantasy/supernatural AU, bromance/romance, smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, dirty talk, some mind control (though the sex is consensual)
Pairing: Ruki X Kai, some mentions of Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Vampire!Ruki is looking for something to make his eternal life interesting again. One rainy night, he meets a boy who changes his life, and their paths keep crossing on their way to a unique shared destiny.
Comments: Written for the kai_pleasure fall/Kai’s birthday fic challenge. My prompt was The footsteps of the two of us seem like they will disappear in this fluttering rain, they overlap each other until they pause.

The man came out of the rain, blending into the patrons of the jazz club effortlessly. Sure, he was wearing sunglasses indoors, but in a place like this, that wasn't all that unusual. Indeed, it was almost to be expected.

He sat at a table near the corner, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Smoking was a habit he was rather fond of. It didn’t have the effect on his physiology that it did on most smokers – he didn’t feel calmer from the nicotine itself – but there was something comforting about holding the stick, drawing the smoke into your body, keeping it in, then blowing out a thin stream of vapor that dissolved almost instantly.

He had no fear of it hurting him. When you had over a hundred years as a vampire behind you, you weren't exactly going to be affected by a thing like burning tobacco.

The band came onto the stage, and he listened intently to the mixture of guitars, saxophones and drums. It stirred something in him, to be sure. There was an intensity to this music, something wild and free and uncontrolled. It was like being on a tightrope, the way the band improvised freely, looking to each other to keep themselves on an even keel, from tumbling off a musical cliff.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the thing he was looking for to relieve his boredom.

It had grown monotonous, this modern age. The war was far behind them, as was the period of wild growth when Japan established itself as an industrial power. The country was sort of just coasting now, riding its own momentum, struggling to find new directions in the wake of its economy becoming a burst bubble.

But its arts scene was thriving. That was what excited this vampire, what kept him in Japan (unlike others of his kind, who had literally begun wandering around the world to escape tedium). It was the fact that the country was always doing something new and exciting when it came to art, music and fashion.

The time had come for him to become part of some of it, or all of it. He just had to decide which discipline suited him best, what was really him. Which was what brought him here tonight. This was his latest sampling of the various flavors of the arts.

His eyes wandered over the audience. There were the kind of hipsters one would expect to find in a place like this, clad in dark clothes and scarves – which, in the case of the women, contrasted with bright red nail polish and lipstick. There were suited salarymen here and there, blowing off steam from their drab lives by losing themselves in what was once called “that crazy beat.” And over at the table across from him, there was . . .

A child?

Yes, there was most definitely a little boy there, six or seven years of age. He was sitting between his mother and father, nodding his head to the music, little hands pounding on the table as if he were imitating the drummer.

Well, how about that, the vampire thought. He wondered what the heck the mother was thinking – this wasn't exactly the first place anyone thought of when deciding where to take their child for an evening. It was smoky, it was noisy, it was dark. Plus, there was the small matter of whether a kid could appreciate music like this at all.

Except the boy seemed to be eating it up even more than the adults around him were.

Several improvs later, the band took a set break, and the crowd started to move toward the bar, a wave of black sweeping toward a blond wood shore. The vampire got up and moved along with them. It would give him a better view of what kind of people came to one of these things, what they talked about, thought about. Again, wondering if this world was the one that best suited him.

He didn't drink himself, of course, and it had nothing to do with the old adage about vampires not drinking wine. He just didn't like the taste of the stuff. He'd rather have an orange drink any day, even if it had no nutritional value for him.

And then, as he was heading along with the hoardes, he felt a tug on his leg. He looked down, and there was the little boy.

“Hi,” he said. “Do you like coming here?”

Well, that was an odd question. “It's my first time in this place,” he said to the child. “What about you? Do you like coming here?”

“Oh, yes,” the boy said, happily. “My mommy and daddy take me here all the time. They have as long as I can remember. I'm going to play here someday, too.”

“You are?” the vampire said, suddenly feeling very amused.

“I'm going to be a drummer,” the child proclaimed. “I'm going to have the biggest drum set you ever saw, and I'm going to be right up there on that stage with a band all my own, and I'm going to bang away all night! Just you watch!”

“Oh, you will?” The ancient being leaned over toward the small one. Some humans could be annoying as hell when they were this young, but this one? There was something about him. Maybe it was the fact that he was interested in being something other than a policeman or a fireman or a Doraemon character when he grew up.

Or maybe it was just the brilliant smile.

“You wait!” the child said with excitement. “What about you? What do you do?”

“Yutaka!” came a voice behind them. There was the boy's mother, rushing over to him, looking flustered. “Yutaka, I told you not to talk to strangers!”

“But he was so nice,” the little boy said.

“Come on, we're going back to our seats,” she said, scooping him up in her arms. She bowed in the vampire's direction. “I'm sorry for him bothering you,” she said.

“No need to be,” the man with the dark shades replied, bowing in return. “He was no bother at all.”

“Bye!” the boy said, waving as his mother carried him away. “Nice meeting you!”

The vampire waved in return. A kid growing up in jazz clubs, wanting to be a drummer. Well, at least it was another thing you didn't see every day, something else to keep his life from turning into a monotony.

He found himself wondering what that little boy, that Yutaka, would be like when he grew up. Not that he was ever going to see the kid again.

But there was something about that boy’s enthusiasm, his sheer passion for music, that stuck with the vampire and wouldn’t go away. And a seed was planted that began to grow.

* * *

Another dark music venue, only this time, it was a live house. Patrons wandered about dressed in the finery of visual kei – leather and lace, chains and crosses, heavy makeup and rainbow-colored hair.

Ruki – for that was what the vampire was calling himself now – milled around among the crowd. His own band had finished its set already and the members were now hanging around to catch the next act. At least, most of them were. Uruha and Reita were sitting at the bar, and Aoi was flirting with some pretty young thing of indeterminate gender on the other side of the room.

Yune had vanished. Again.

It was the one fly in the ointment for Ruki, the one thing wrong with his otherwise perfect band, his pride and joy. Their drummer's heart wasn't in it, and they all knew it. Ruki sure as hell didn't want that sinking GazettE, not when they were starting to build up momentum.

Reita wandered over to him. “Hey, Uruha and I are thinking of going to another place. Some guy he used to be in a band with has a new group – Givuss, or something like that. He wants to check them out. You coming with?”

Ruki shook his head. “I think I'm just staying here for awhile,” he said. Read, he wanted to get Aoi alone for a few minutes, if possible, to talk about the Yune problem.

Aoi would understand it more than the rest of the band would.

“Okay, then,” Reita said. “If you change your mind, it's the place around the corner, next to the noodle shop.”

Ruki nodded. He was familiar with the place. He was familiar with all the live houses in the area; GazettE must have hit most of them. They gigged as much as they could, driving out of town and sleeping in cars if they had to. (Ruki could afford hotels, of course, and a much bigger apartment – like most vampires, he had stores of money accumulated over the decades. But he wanted to both keep up appearances and genuinely experience what it was to be a musician on the way up).

They were all as determined to reach the top as Ruki himself. With one exception. And Ruki had a sneaking suspicion of what the problem was.

Yune wouldn't be the first case of a vampire who got cold feet at the idea of being exposed before the general public.

* * *

Yutaka – who was now calling himself Kai – was wandering around the live house, looking for an old friend. So far, he'd had no luck whatsoever.

He was really hoping he'd find him, because he needed to have a good, old-fashioned bitch session – and Kai didn't bitch that often. It wasn't in his nature to – he usually smiled and saw the positive side of whatever was going on at the moment.

Your band being about to break up, though, was cause for bitching, especially when you had put everything on the line for your music.

He wished he could find a group of people whose passion matched his own. He spent just about every waking moment working, practicing, pounding away at drum pads. Hell, he'd dropped out of high school and spent a year in the serious study of music before embarking on a professional career.

It saddened him that he couldn't find other people who felt like he did.

He walked over to the bar, which was on an elevated platform and offered a view of the whole room. Maybe he'd be able to catch a glimpse of his friend that way. Maybe . . .

He sat down on a stool, and proceeded to bump into a glass. He grabbed it quickly, keeping it from going over. “Oh, I'm sorry,” he said to the person sitting next to him, a rather small guy with brightly colored hair and a rather interesting array of ear piercings.

“Don't worry about it,” the man said. “It's not mine, anyway. I don't drink.”

“Neither do I,” Kai said. “Not much, anyway.” He glanced over at his companion, thinking that there was something about him that looked familiar, something he couldn't quite put his finger on . . .

And then, it hit him, all at once. “You're the vocalist with the band that was performing before!”

“Well, yes,” Ruki said.

“You guys were fantastic!” Kai said. “Like nothing I'd ever seen! I wish my band was as good as you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Ruki said. “You're in a band?”

“Well, for now,” Kai said. “I don't think we're going to last that much longer. It's . . .” He sighed. “It's complicated.”

“These things usually are,” Ruki said. “I'm Ruki, by the way.”

“I'm Kai,” the drummer said. “So, how long have you guys been together?”

“Not that long,” Ruki said. “Well, I was in another band with our bassist and one of the guitarists for awhile, but that didn't amount to shit.” The vocalist took out a cigarette and lit it. “We didn't go anywhere until we met Aoi – that's our other guitarist.” He didn't say a word about Yune.

“You sound like you've played together for years,” Kai said. “Like . . . like you were meant to be together.”

“Well, I don't know about that,” Ruki said. “But we try.” He blew smoke into the air. “So, what part do you have in your band?”

“I'm the drummer,” Kai said. “I feel like I've been drumming literally all my life.”

Well, wasn't that a lucky coincidence, Ruki thought. He made a mental note to make sure they exchanged phone numbers. If this guy was any good, he could be the solution to their problem.

Aloud, he said, “I was a drummer for awhile, too. I gave it up. I wasn't any good at it.”

“Really?” Kai said. “What made you get into it?”

“Some kid I met a long time back,” Ruki said before taking a drag on his cigarette. He left it at that. How many people found their musical inspiration in a six-year-old they met at a jazz club?

Kai nodded. “You must be happy you switched to vocals, though,” he said. “You love what you do. I can tell.”

“More than you'd ever know,” Ruki said. His eyes tracked across the room, trying to find Aoi. Oh, there he was – and his love interest of the evening seemed to be leaving, thank God.

Now, maybe he'd get two minutes to talk to him, man to man. Or maybe that should be vampire to vampire.

He grabbed a cocktail napkin. “Hey, you got a pen?” he said.

Kai reached into his back pocket, fishing around, and pulled out a stump of a pencil. “Will this do?” he said, handing it to Ruki.

“Fine,” the other man replied, grabbing the writing implement and scrawling down seven numbers. He pushed it across to Kai. “Keep in touch?”

“Yes,” Kai said, suddenly feeling his heart leaping. What was with that? GazettE already had a drummer, didn't they? They wouldn't need him. And yet . . . what was this flutter of expectation?

He took the pencil, grabbed another cocktail napkin and wrote his number out, pushing it toward Ruki. “Here you go,” he said – and then paused a moment, frowning a little. “Have we met before, by the way?” he said.

Ruki blinked. “No,” he said. “Not that I know of.”

Kai shook his head. “Guess everyone starts to look alike in these live houses after awhile. I could have sworn that . . . well, never mind.”

“It doesn't matter,” Ruki said, getting up. “Okay, going to talk to my friend. Talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Kai said with a smile and a wave. He headed for the exit – he didn't need to talk to his friend anymore. The need to bitch was gone.

As he walked out into the rain, Kai felt like it was washing all his problems away from him. The conversation with Ruki had been reenergizing. There were other people who shared his passion for music out there – and he was going to find them. He felt like he'd made a valuable contact tonight. Ruki might be able to lead him to another band, one just as passionate as GazettE . . .

He didn't dare think of the possibility of being asked to play with GazettE itself. Even though in the back of his mind, the desire was there.

Just like the nagging thought that somehow, somewhere, he'd met Ruki before . . .

* * *

The live houses were bigger and better now. PSC was getting them bookings they hadn't even dreamed of before. They were already attracting buzz as a band that could go all the way to Budokan.

It was more than Kai had thought possible, back when he was a little boy being taken to jazz clubs by his mother.

He owed it all to Ruki, of course. That decision to call him when he'd heard gossip that GazettE was losing its drummer was the best thing he'd ever done. Kai wasn't just a member of the group now, he was its leader. He'd volunteered for the job when PSC asked someone to step forward and claim it.

He was humming happily to himself now as he wiped away the makeup after a show. “Just think,” he told Ruki, who was sitting next to him, “we'll be playing places that have backstage showers if we keep going like this!”

Ruki snorted. “I don't think I'd want to take a shower backstage. You'd never know who was in that stall before you, or what they were doing.”

“It's no different than showering at a gym,” Kai said. “They keep them clean.”

“Good thing I'm not the gym type,” Ruki retorted. “So, are you staying at my place tonight?”

Kai nodded. “Probably a good thing, because from the way things looked back there? I think Aoi's going to have company tonight.”

“Aoi has company a lot,” Ruki said, leaning over to pick up his bag. “Okay, let's go.”

“But aren't you two . . . well, together?” Kai said. “Kind of, sort of?”

“We have an open relationship,” Ruki said, heading for the door and opening it. Great, teeming rain again. It seemed the band brought the rain with them everywhere and anywhere they played.

“Oh,” Kai said, following him. “What's that like? An open relationship, I mean?”

“Why, are you thinking of one?” Ruki said, pulling an umbrella from his bag and popping it open over both of them.

“No!” Kai said quickly. “Well, maybe. Well, if I ever get together with someone, I guess I'd consider leaving my options open.”

“Someone being Uruha?” Ruki said as they left the back of the live house and headed for the subway.

“Ruki!” Kai said, turning all sorts of colors.

“I have eyes,” was all the vocalist said.

Oh, dammit, Ruki had picked up on it. Kai wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere. Yes, he liked Uruha. He'd liked him ever since he joined the band, in fact. Why shouldn't someone like him? Uruha was gorgeous, and a brilliant musician, and genuinely sweet, and . . .

And he'd better stop thinking in this direction before he turned the color of a tomato with beet sauce.

But the thing was, it wasn't just Uruha. Kai had to admit he also felt a powerful attraction to the man next to him. Ruki just had an incredible charisma that went beyond even what one would expect from a frontman. He seemed to be sexuality personified, the living embodiment of sin. It was one reason that

Kai's attraction to him went far beyond mere fanservice. Which kind of baffled him. How could he want one person – Uruha – to be the love of his life, and still be attracted to another, Ruki?

Maybe what he really wanted was the type of open relationship Ruki was talking about.

* * *

Ruki was mostly quiet as they moved down into the subway and made their way toward his place. Kai staying at his place was getting to be very common. They worked in Tokyo a lot, which was a long haul back to Kai’s parents’ house. Yes, he was still living at home.

He didn’t mind the host duties, since he liked Kai's company. He just needed to make sure he fed ahead of time. It wouldn't do to say to an overnight guest, “Excuse me while I slip out for a bite. Literally.”

There were plenty of young girls who were easy to lure into a dark corner of a livehouse, and put under hypnosis, and steal a little nip from, just enough to keep him going – the way he usually fed. Ruki didn't usually like to kill, and when he did, it was the lowest lowlifes he could find – criminals the world would be better without.

He wouldn't be able to keep stealing snacks from fans, though, if they got more famous. The livehouses would have a lot fewer dark corners. PSC would be paying more attention to their interactions with women (not that Ruki was limited to just women, he'd always been pansexual and polyamorous).

He was going to have to cultivate a steady blood supply from someone he trusted, and the perfect candidate was right next to him. There was a lot of mutual affection and trust there, from being comrades in music, and just plain friends.

A lot of vampires he knew had human lovers who voluntarily let them feed off them regularly. But Ruki couldn't take that route - Kai liked Uruha. Of course, Kai had also expressed an interest in open relationships . . .

The subway chimed out the little tune that signaled Ruki's stop. The two men got out and headed for the escalator.

“Are you hungry?” Kai said. “I wouldn't mind cooking you something when we got back to your place.”

Ruki shook his head. “I ate already,”

* * *

Kai couldn't explain why Ruki's little apartment felt like home to him. It just did. Maybe it was because it bore every sign of Ruki being just as passionate about music as he was – the poster advertising a Luna Sea live on the wall, the stacks of CDs on every surface, the notebooks filled with concepts for lyrics and outfits and stage presentations.

They were sitting in the midst of all this now, on either side of a kotatsu. They needed it, after coming in from the cold rain. Kai had a mug of hot tea in his hands, blowing on it a little, feeling the steam warm his face – moist heat, contrasting with the icy wetness outside.

Somehow, the conversation got onto their earliest musical influences. Maybe it was the poster on the wall, maybe the fact that Kai spotted a certain CD and remembered it as one of the first visual kei discs he'd ever bought.

“Same here,” Ruki said. “That was what made me fall in love with it – visual kei, I mean. You might say it felt like something I'd been waiting for all my life.”

“Me, too,” Kai said. “Of course, I'd always wanted to be a musician. I think I was born with it in my heart and soul. My mother helped bring it out.”

“Oh?” Ruki said. “How so?”

Kai picked up the cup, swirling the liquid around. “She was really into jazz. I think she was a frustrated jazz pianist, really. Back when she was a girl, that sort of thing wasn't really done. Women didn't become musicians, they were expected to just raise a family. But . . . she always went to jazz clubs, and she took me with her.”

Ruki's head suddenly snapped up. Jazz club? A child in a jazz club? Could it be . . .

“How old were you when she started taking you?” he said.

“Oh, six, seven, thereabouts,” Kai said. “I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. I would just sit there and watch the drummers, and imitate them – pounding on the table. I knew that's what I wanted to be. I remember once, going up to one of the adults and just proclaiming to him that I wanted to be a drummer. My mother was horrified.”

“Is that so?” Ruki said. Meanwhile, his mind was going in circles. Kai? Kai was Yutaka, the little boy in the jazz club? Kai was the one whose passion led Ruki himself to take up drums – a failure, to be sure, but one that had the ultimate effect of him finding Uruha and Reita, and deciding to be a vocalist instead?

It was because of Kai that he was a member of this band. And, in a way, he had returned the favor the night they'd met in the live house many years later, when they'd exchanged phone numbers – the first time he'd thought about making him the replacement for Yune.

Their footsteps had kept criss-crossing each other. In the rain. Always in the rain. It was as if that were a part of their mutual destiny as well.

Now they weren't criss-crossing anymore – they were walking the same path. And how far would they walk it together? Budokan, like the staff predicted? Maybe – dare he even consider it – all the way to Tokyo Dome?

Suddenly, he felt a connection to this boy like no other human before. He had an overwhelming urge to share his secrets with Kai and make him a part of his life – friend, lover, and, yes, food supply.

Okay, Kai liked Uruha, and he wasn't going to get in the way of that. Hell, he was going to help it along, in a way that only he could. He could draw Uruha in, and encourage his feelings for Kai, and make both of them fall in love with him as well. He’d have two steady food supplies, not just one.

A plan was forming in Ruki's mind. Sharing his secret the conventional way – by telling Kai – could be messy. Telling a human you were a vampire was no easy task – you never knew how they were going to react.

There was, however, something he could do to implant the knowledge, and give him an extra nudge toward Uruha while he was at it. A certain form of deep hypnosis . . . which could only be performed during intimate activity. He could influence a human's thoughts at any time. Flat-out reprogramming them, though – which was what this would involve – was a special case.

Fortunately, he could sense Kai's confused feelings toward him, toward Uruha. He'd be rather easy to seduce.

He reached out and touched the other man's arm, lightly. “I'll bet you were a cute little boy,” he said in a low voice.

Kai shifted a little, eyes darting about. “Why do you say that?” he said.

“Because you're such a beautiful man,” Ruki said, smoothly.

Kai suddenly blushed “Ruki . . .”

“I noticed it the day I met you,” Ruki said. “You weren't like anyone else I'd ever seen. Cute and handsome at the same time.” The hand moved further up his arm, over his shoulder. “What did you think of me?”

“I thought . . . I think . . .” Kai's heart was pounding his skin breaking out in a light sweat. Oh, God, was this happening? Was this really happening? Did Ruki read his thoughts or something, and know how much he was attracted to him . . .

“You're mesmerizing,” he said. “One of the most magnetic men I've ever seen in my life. I look at you, and I feel . . .” He turned crimson. “I . . . I . . .”

“It's all right, Kai,” Ruki said, soothingly. “Go on . . . do what you want. Nobody has to know, and it doesn't affect your feelings for Uruha.” He ran his fingers gently up the other man's neck, feeling that pulse line, that lovely vein he was dying to sink his teeth into on a regular basis. “We're friends, right?”

There was a pause as they just looked at each other, and suddenly, Kai was leaning over the kotatsu to claim Ruki's lips with his.

Victory. Ruki felt a shudder run through him – though it wasn’t just from the thrill of pulling the boy in and claiming him. There was an undercurrent there of very real emotion, of wanting to feel as close to him as possible.

Kai made Ruki feel human. Very, very human.

The vampire leaned back out of the kiss, a little breathless, and said, “This would be a lot easier without a table between us.”

The two men looked at each other, hands clasped, and both burst out laughing at the same time. Kai squeezed Ruki’s hand as he blushed a little.

“Your futon . .” he said.

Ruki inclined his head toward the bedding. “I never put it away after last night,” he said. “Lucky for us, right?”

They stood up, and kissed again, and crossed the room, only a short distance to travel in this novice-rocker’s apartment. At the edge of the futon, they paused, reaching for each other’s clothing. Kai was blushing slightly as he unfastened Ruki’s buttons, but there was an eagerness in the way he moved, too – it was obvious he’d wanted to do this for awhile.

Ruki took Kai’s hand and brought it down to his zipper. “Go on,” he said. “Pull it down. You want to push my pants off, don’t you? You want to touch my cock.” He reached for Kai’s pants front as well. “I want to touch yours, too.”

Kai shuddered. “Ruki . . .” He pushed the zipper down, and heard his own being lowered in response.

Clothes dropped to the floor – pants, shirts, underwear, socks . . . and then they were falling to the futon together, wrapping their arms around each other, pressing together, the first contact of naked skin on naked skin.

Kai began to writhe, feeling himself sliding against Ruki, chest on chest, thighs against thighs . . . and, God, that cock on his. So, so delicious, the feeling of something hard against his own hardness . . .

He leaned his head back, exposing that neck to Ruki’s gaze, letting out a luscious moan – and Ruki found himself overwhelmed with every kind of hunger imaginable. Oh, he wanted to bite him while he was fucking him, to take from him as he gave.

For now, he resisted, and just rubbed an index finger over a nipple. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” he purred. “You love the sensation of another man’s cock on yours, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Kai moaned. “Oh, oh, yes, Ruki . . .”

The vampire shifted his hips a little, just enough to rub their erections together. “Do you think about this when you touch yourself?” he murmured. “Do you think about another man rubbing all over you, so big and hot and hard . . . “

Kai moaned. “Yes.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Ruki murmured. “I’ll bet you imagine guys doing all sorts of things to you when you’re on your futon, wrapping those nice, big fingers around that huge cock. You think about guys sucking you when you stroke yourself, don’t you?”

“Ohhhh. . .” Kai groaned, writhing faster and harder under the other man.

“Do you finger yourself?” Ruki murmured. “Do you push your fingers up that hot ass, and imagine a guy fucking you, his cock filling you until you think you’re going to burst, but it’s so good . . .”

“Aaaahh, oh, God, Ruki, Ruki!” Kai cried. How did he know? The very fact that Ruki had correctly guessed just about everything Kai did when he masturbated just made everything all the hotter.

“Do it now.” Ruki reached for the little nighttable next to the futon, opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of liquid lube. “I want to watch you.”

Kai held his hand out toward Ruki, aware that the fingers were trembling slightly as Ruki poured the slick fluid on them. He stretched out on his back, raising his legs and reached down . . .

“Gorgeous,” Ruki murmured as he watched Kai’s finger start to push into his opening. “Such a sweet, hot ass you have. That’s it . . . fuck yourself good. Do it just like you like it. I want to hear you moan.”

Kai gave him just what he wanted, letting out a long, deep sound as he slid in and out of his entrance, wondering what was turning him on more – the physical sensation, or Ruki’s words. It was like his voice was a sex toy, pleasuring Kai as much as the fingers were.

“Do you know what you’re doing now, Kai?” Ruki murmured – and he leaned over, sweeping his tongue up the drummer’s stomach and chest. Kai arched upward, crying out. “You’re getting yourself ready for my cock.” He nipped the other man’s collarbone. “I’m going to fuck you, hard and deep. I’m going to fill you up and rub against all those places inside you that make you sweat and pant and moan. You want that. . .” He moved down to a nipple and slowly dragged his tongue over it, back and forth . . . “don’t you?”

“Yes!” Kai panted, pushing another finger into himself, starting to thrust them as Ruki’s lips closed over the hardened bud, sucking, driving him just that much closer to the edge.

“What is it you want?” Ruki murmured. “Tell me.”

“I want your cock,” Kai moaned. “I want it inside me.”

“What else?” Ruki said, moving to the other nipple, teasing it with small licks.

“I want you to fuck me,” Kai said. “I want to feel you moving in and out. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you and pull you in and feel you so goddamn deep that I think I’m going to explode.” And Kai nearly shocked himself with that. He wasn’t usually so demonstrative with his lovers, but Ruki had an effect on him nobody else did.

“You’ll get it,” Ruki said. “Everything and more, Kai.” Ruki reached for the bottle of lube, squeezed it on his hand . . .

And then, Kai felt one of Ruki’s fingers pushing in beside his, and he cried out in surprise. It was unexpected and hot and so damn intimate. He felt Ruki moving inside him, next to him, and why was he having a wild and hot fantasy of Uruha with his legs spread wide and himself and Ruki both fucking him, pushing into him at the same time, that was utterly insane, but oh, so hot . . .

Both men’s fingers pulled out together. Kai lay back, opening himself to Ruki entirely, parting his legs wider, holding out his arms, watching as the vocalist lubed himself. His heart was threatening to pound out of his chest. He’d never wanted the fulfillment of the sex act so much before, never felt every nerve in his body tingling like live wires . . .

Ruki lay on top of him, and Kai wrapped his arms and legs around him, and their lips came together, a hot, needy kiss with tongue sliding on tongue. And that cock was pushing into him, parting him, filling him . . . even the pain of being stretched felt good, felt welcome. He was surrendering to Ruki completely, offering up everything he had.

And Ruki could feel his pleasure and need. He could almost taste it, and it was as luscious and intoxicating as lifeblood itself. He waited until the drummer was totally lost in the passion, until their bodies started to move together, seeking fulfillment any way they could . . .

And then, he pushed his mind toward the other man’s. There was a moment of confusion as they merged, of not knowing what was himself and what was Kai . . . and then, he was inside the other man’s head, literally mindfucking him.

It was a wonderful place to be, of course. He could feel Kai’s soft gentleness and firm strength all around him. He couldn’t have picked a better person to be his partner in the band, and in this unique vampire-human bond.

He began to implant thoughts. Kai, I am a vampire. You’ve always known this. You have no fear of me, and you will offer yourself up to my needs. You love Uruha. You love me as well, and your heart is also open to others – it has no limits. You will tell Uruha how you feel – have no fear, he will return your feelings.

Ruki waited until the thoughts assimilated into Kai’s mind, as if they had always been there. And he began to thrust inside the other man again, their minds still linked, feeling his own pleasure and Kai’s. Oh, this was a sensation like no other, experiencing being both partners, fucking and being fucked. He heard a moan, and knew Kai was experiencing it too, at least on some level . . . but all he would remember was feeling close to him, as if it was the most intimate sex act of his life.

Gently, reluctantly, Ruki eased his mind away – maintaining the link too long was dangerous, more to himself than Kai. There was a chance he’d lose himself entirely, the shape of his personality warped by the other.

He didn’t want to do that. He liked being himself too much.

Once he was fully back in his own body, he blinked, then leaned over and kissed Kai’s lips softly, tenderly. The drummer kissed back, tightening his arms and legs around him again.

Then, they moved together, Ruki thrusting into Kai’s body, feeling the tight heat surround him, the hot breath on his skin, hearing his moans of “Harder, Ruki . . . deeper . . .”

He pushed into that luscious, tight heat, fucking him as deep and hard as he’d promised, the other man raising his hips up to meet every thrust, hands clutching at him, nails starting to dig into Ruki’s skin . . . It was entirely a human pleasure, a natural pleasure, as opposed to the supernatural pleasure of before, but no less delicious.

The two men writhed as one, lost in each other, gasping and panting and murmuring, Kai arching upward, head tipped back, black hair hotly mussed, and that neck, that beautiful neck exposed, tempting, delicious . . .

“Ruki,” Kai moaned. “I’m close, I’m . . .”

Ruki thrust hard, angling just so, and he hit that sweet spot inside Kai, making a wild riot of multicolored stars explode in his vision. “Aaaahhh!” he cried, and Ruki pushed against it again and again, feeling the tight, hot sheath clutch around him with every thrust . . .

And then, Ruki leaned over, fangs springing from his mouth. He sunk them into Kai’s neck, sating his ultimate need at last, the pleasant sensations that came with his bite driving Kai over the edge. He cried out as ecstasy unlike any he’d ever known enveloped him, Ruki drinking from him as he came onto the vampire’s body, red and white.

When Ruki pulled his fangs out, the pleasure exploded in him as well, and he threw his head back, a little of Kai’s blood trickling from his mouth as he cried out, coming and coming like he hadn’t in years.

He collapsed atop Kai, panting, fangs snapping back into their retracted position, practiced tongue licking the stray drops away . . . and then, he moved up to Kai’s neck, gently licking the wound closed. Vampire saliva on a fresh bite promoted rapid healing – it had to, in order to preserve a regular food source. The person could bleed to death if a major artery wasn’t closed soon.

Kai just lay there, panting, eyes closed. Oh, my God. He had never felt like this after sex before. Pleasure so intense that it was still vibrating through his body. Weak in the best possible way. And a bit . . . drained? (Plus, why did his head feel a bit funny?)

But it was worth it. Oh, so worth it. He knew this was just the first of countless experiences he and Ruki would have together – and they’d share with Uruha too, wouldn’t they?

Ruki’s lips were on his, and Kai kissed back. There was the hot taste of his lover, and also . . . something . . . metallic?

He opened his eyes and raised his head. “Ruki . . . did you . . .”

“Yes,” Ruki said. “Sorry, couldn’t help it. But it was good, wasn’t it?”

“Good?” Kai said. “It was the best it had ever been in my life.” He wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him closer. “We should have done this sooner. I felt so close to you . . . it wasn’t like anyone else I’ve ever been with.”

“Well, have you been with anyone else like me?” Ruki said, fingers gently threading through Kai’s hair. God, look at him. So damn beautiful. He’d chosen well when he picked him to be his partner in this.

“No,” Kai said. “I’ve never even known anyone like you before.” And they both knew damn well that by that, Kai meant “the V-word.” Ruki’s mindfuck had taken root well.

“Well, that makes me unique, doesn’t it?” Ruki nuzzled his forehead against Kai’s. “And as for ‘We should have done this sooner’ – that just means we have to make up for lost time, doesn’t it?”

Kai gave Ruki one of his light-up-the-universe smiles and threaded their fingers together. “Yes,” he said. “When I catch my breath.”

Ruki kissed the other man again. “Go into the fridge,” he said. “There’s some protein drinks in there. I keep them around for . . . well, you know.”

“I know,” Kai said. He hopped off the futon and headed across the room, giving Ruki a very nice view indeed of that naked ass. He opened the fridge, leaned over, found what he needed . . .

And then, he suddenly turned toward Ruki, a thought popping into his head. “You were in the jazz club, weren’t you? When I was a boy? You were the person I talked to about becoming a drummer someday.”

Ruki sat up, giving him a little smile. “Maybe,” he said.

“Maybe?” Kai came back to the futon, turning around for Ruki to clean him up as he popped the drink.

Ruki leaned over and kissed the other man’s bottom as he finished what he had to do. “The past doesn’t matter,” he said. “What matters is what’s between us now.”

“I guess you’re right.” Kai took a swallow from the drink, then gave Ruki a smile over his shoulder. “It’s just a coincidence, isn’t it? It’s like we were meant to work together . . . be together.”

Ruki just gave him a smile in return as he headed for the bathroom to clean himself as well. Right now, it looked like that trip into that club, on that rainy night so very long ago, was the single best decision Ruki had ever made.

* * *

Kai started wearing scarves not too long after that. Nobody said anything about it, since it was just part of visual kei fashion. Nobody had to know that the marks on his neck didn't always quite go away right after a feeding.

Nobody said anything about his relationship with Uruha, either, or their mutual relationship with Ruki. They kept it discreet and on the down-low. When PSC did notice, they just looked the other way. GazettE was their most popular act, and if a strange tangle of romantic relationships was what kept them happy and productive, then so be it.

The rain continued to dog them throughout their most successful gigs, as they walked together to Bukokan, then all the way to Tokyo Dome. They'd come to accept it, really, even be humorous about it.

Ruki didn't mind, especially. It was a reminder of the night he'd first met someone with the passion for music he'd been looking for, the person who had propelled him into the industry, the very person who was at his back – literally, when they were onstage – as his bandleader.

If his music career was full of rain, then Kai would always bring the sunshine. And that’s exactly the way Ruki liked it.


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Nov. 5th, 2012 05:51 pm (UTC)
And there will be more of him to come! The more I thought about it, the more I realized there's a lot to this ficverse. Thanks so much for reading!
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Oct. 28th, 2012 01:14 am (UTC)
nice prequel ^.^b
Kai indeed adorable and Ruki know it too eventhough he's still a child ne *hug*
wow the smut is so hot! *fans her self*

Nov. 5th, 2012 05:53 pm (UTC)
Ruki realized there was something very special about Kai even from the time he was a tiny child. They were tied by destiny in more ways than one! And I'm glad you enjoyed the smut - a literal "mindfuck" is fun to write, I must say! Thanks so much for reading!
Oct. 28th, 2012 07:11 am (UTC)
wuuuuuuuuuu vamp rukii! kai was just so cute here!
you need to write more! with uruha in it :D
thanks for sharing!
Nov. 5th, 2012 05:55 pm (UTC)
There will be more from the vampireverse, to be sure, especially since Ruki considers Kai and Uruha his own personal Happy Meals - part toy, part lunch. XD Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
Oct. 30th, 2012 09:20 pm (UTC)
I almost teared up at the sex (weird I know, but in my defense, I'm so tired I'm silly. Travelling is hard.) and the mindfuck because it was so many kinds of pretty, I'm just gonna sit and marvel it like it's a jewel. The part that got me all weepy was the one where Ruki was helping Kai in the direction of Uruha. It was so amazing and selfless, despite the whole escapade was very much Ruki fulfilling a selfish wish.
Ah, so many feels suddenly. My heart can't take all this amazing.

I think you've done very well. :3 Vampire fics don't do it for me nowadays, because the genre is repetitive and the hype around the monster is silly, so I was unsure about reading this at all. I'm glad I did tho.
So thank you. :)
Nov. 5th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much - that is a HEAVY comment! Truth be told, I share your feelings on vampires becoming a cliche - I wouldn't have written a vampire fic myself if not for a beautiful Uruha X Kai vampire piece written by misumaru. Her ficverse felt so natural and non-cliche that it inspired this one.

I'm glad that you liked the mindfuck scene - I think it shows that Ruki genuinely cares about Kai, in that he could have kept Kai as his own exclusive pet, but instead, he delivered what Kai really wanted (Uruha) on a silver platter. (He wasn't entirely selfless, though - note that he also encouraged Kai's tentative interest in open relationships, so he could still use both Kai and Uruha as fucktoys and food sources).

Thanks so much again! Your comment really was amazing.
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:38 pm (UTC)
I loved this. ♥ Ruki's a sneaky bugger, but he seems to mean well. XD And Kai always bringing the sunshine... That was too cute. Of course the smut was hot, and I very much encourage a sequel including Uruha. *__*
Nov. 5th, 2012 06:22 pm (UTC)
Ruki is manipulative, to be sure - it's one way a vampire survives in this universe (remember, Ruki is a "good" vampire - meaning he survives mostly off small donations from "pets" under his control, and occasionally from killing criminals). But he also loves his bandmates very much, and has an especially soft spot in his heart for Kai due to their shared history - so he uses his powers to their advantage, while still benefiting himself.

There will definitely be more of this universe! I've decided there's too much there to hold it to just one or two fics.
Nov. 5th, 2012 06:51 am (UTC)
This is lovely! *-*
Ruki and Kai have proved being mindfucked literally feels good qiaosjhfdreif
*dreamy sighs* Kai's smile is indeed better than any Sunshine during rainy days.
Nov. 5th, 2012 06:30 pm (UTC)
The mindfuck was the ultimate act of intimacy, wasn't it? I wanted it to show that Ruki truly cared about Kai, even as he was transforming him into his own personal Happy Meal (part lunch, part toy). And Kai is the sunshine for the whole band, so I thought he'd be a nice contrast to all the rain in the fic! Thanks so much for reading!
Nov. 6th, 2012 12:39 pm (UTC)
Yup it was. I did get the feeling about Ruki loving Kai. C: This could even be a movie!
This is one Happy meal I'd want too XD
By sunshine we could say something like this ahaha http://cat-smelling-radar.tumblr.com/post/16963144462/i-had-nothing-to-do-when-the-post-limit-struck-so
Dec. 2nd, 2012 04:54 pm (UTC)
I'm always a bit dubious about vampire fics... mainly after twilight >_< but this was nice :p
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