complete; Blood-letting.

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Who: Zelman Clock {asurasblood} and Mori Ranmaru {eternalorchid}
Where: Ranmaru's room on the fifth floor. Near the stairs, yo!
When: After this post where Zelman decides to be a nice guy and help the poor human out.
Rating: There's nothing bad...unless you could a male vampire biting another male bad? OK PG FOR ORGASM-Y REACTIONS TO VAMPIRE BITES gosh.
Summary: Feeling that he should try to be nicer to the human population, Zelman goes out of his way to help Ranmaru. Once he gets there, he finds out that Ranmaru's taken pretty good care of himself and he's not really needed. To make it up to the vampire, the warrior allows him a little bit of blood.

The 'hike', as the red-haired vampire put it, wasn't really much of a hike even if he was going from the first floor to the fifth. The fifth floor wasn't hard to reach and, seeing as the room he was headed off to was right next to the staircase, which worked out just fine. Hands in his pockets, Zelman walked with no particular hurry up the stairs. The human, he decided, could wait a little while!

 

 "I'm too much of a fool," he scolded himself, feeling the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Humans didn't like people smoking in certain facilities and he assumed that it was the same for this place. "Taking care of some ill human. I must be so hungry I've lost my mind!"

 

 Upon stepping up to the fifth floor, he took a quick look around at the hallway. "Here we go..." Zelman stepped up to the door and took a brief sniff. It sure smelled like a sick human. He knew the scent of a sick human as well as he knew the scent of blood. "...Ranmaru," he called before knocking softly on the door. "It's Zelman."

 

As sick as he was, Ranmaru wasn't one to appear inappropriately before anyone. His room, as well as his appearance was well-kept and even though the boy was in more comfortable clothing than he usually chose to appear in, he never left a hair out of place. It would be most dishonorable should he do so and he didn't want to reflect badly on his lords.

 

 He was putting aside some books when he heard the knock on the door, and turning, he went to answer it, opening the door curiously and peeking out. Then, as protocol called, he gave the other a polite smile and bowed his head, opening the door out for him.

 

 "Please come in, Zelman-san.." he greeted in a softer voice than he normally used. He had a mild cold, so the room was warmed for health's sake and he couldn't stand for long periods of time without feeling dizzy. He'd kept the room fresh, however, healing flowers around the place. Looking up at the other, he smiled kindly. "It was nice of you to come to check on this person.. Ranmaru appreciates it."

 

By his speech alone the vampire assumed that he was Japanese. He was no stranger to the language or the culture, having spent many years living in the Special Zone, but he had never heard such humbling words. Amused already, the fire-bearing man returned the nod and waltzed right in.

 

 "Warm in here, isn't it?" Zelman remarked. Flowers...a smirk forced itself upon his face as he stepped closer to one. They were so easy to set fire to, but these were not his flowers to burn. "I like it. I prefer a little bit of heat myself." The flowers must have held some sort of importance. A symbol of returning health maybe? He wondered about this briefly before his mind wandered onto more pressing matters.

 

 Eyes closed, he tilted his head up while he continued to face away from Ranmaru. "Have you eaten at all today?" he called over his shoulder. Just imagining himself feeding off of the human gave him reason to grin. The small fangs would be enough to make any human hesitate. "I want to make sure you're eating well or you'll never get better...something with blood cell counts."

 

"Yes, actually.." Ranmaru informed him, closing the door behind him. The man seemed interested in his flowers, was it? He half-smiled to himself and went and seated himself on the bed. This Zelman must have been a medic of sorts, what with the quickness he had approached Ranmaru to help him. He felt his head spin a little and seated himself at the edge of the bed.

 

 "Ranmaru had some meat.. and fruits earlier. They helped, but.. there is the occasional sneeze." he could feel his throat hurt. Looking up, he gave the other a small smile, wondering why he was turned away. "How do you plan to help..? Colds aren't very easy to beat.." he added. "Oh.. forgive this person's manners.. would you like to have something..?"

 

"Oh, there is something..." Digestible though human food was, it didn't fill a vampire like blood did. It gave them energy where a sandwich could not. Zelman turned to him, freeing his hands from his pockets. They didn't move far, however, as they rested on his hips in a haughty manner. "...But I'm not sure I should put you at such risk. You are, after all, a sick person."

 

 What on earth was he doing? He should have told him outright what he wanted. Instead he stalked forward, eyeing his prey with a predatory gaze. "But Ranmaru..." Pausing, he turned his head in silent regard to the warmth of the room. "...I thought of keeping you warm with a little fire...unless you're perfectly warm here. I'm sure this is the perfect temperature for an ailing human. Now I hardly have any reason to be here."

 

"At risk..?" Ranmaru tilted his head to a side, observing the strange man who'd offered to help him. Certainly there wasn't any risk to him, it was just a cold, and he wasn't at any sort of danger to his life. His smile, however, faded a bit when he saw the way the other was looking at him, unsure of what to make of it. Having never been accosted in any way, Ranmaru didn't recognize the look- though he had seen some soldiers eye him the way this man was. However, when the other spoke of what he was to do, Ranmaru quickly smiled again and shook his head.

 

 "Forgive this person for making you waste a trip.." he apologized, feeling genuinely bad. Ranmaru wasn't one to depend on anyone, which was why he'd taken of most other things himself so no one would have to fuss over him. "How may I make it up to you? Ranmaru will do anything.. after all, you have been here to see Ranmaru and.. Ranmaru didn't want to burden you.."

 

Knowing that the little fire show was going to wait a long while, he stopped right in front of the young human and smirked down at him. No longer did he try to hide his fangs; they were as much a part of him as a wing to any bird. If they frightened the poor human it was too bad, he hardly cared. "Now that you say that, there is one thing you can do for me."

 

 Zelman reached out and put one hand on Ranmaru's shoulder. He held it gently but with every word spoken his grip grew stronger. "You see, Ranmaru, when a vampire hasn't fed in many days, they begin to weaken. I've also grown a bit irritated." He then grabbed the other shoulder so that he could prepare for a possible struggle. It would be easy to pin him down and talk to him. "I believe you asked if I would like to have something. The answer is yes."

 

The smile faded completely when Zelman revealed his face. Now that he was at this close a distance, Ranmaru could see the feral look in his eyes, e predatorial gaze he had seen on many a hunter. While not being aware that Zelman was, indeed, a vampire (the concept was alien to him), he did know of demons. And there were those people in this mansion alone who were of a demonic nature and were sublimely kind, so..

 

 The boy did stiffen, however, when he was held. He didn't like feeling trapped, and that was precisely what Zelman was making him feel.. his words didn't make any sense, but the last part had Ranmaru staring up at him in confusion. He didn't feel any malicious intent from the other man, none that he could conceive, but he had to be careful. Turning his silver gaze onto the other's eyes, feeling even weaker due to his illness, he tried to shrink back.

 

 "What.. what is it that you want..?" he asked softly, confusion in his tone. "What is a vampire? Who.. or.. what.. are you..?"

 

"A vampire is an immortal being. The older one gets, the longer they can go without blood. However, the stress of leaving home so suddenly has me starving." It took all of Zelman's self-control not to lean down and test the skin of the boy's throat. Oh how easy it would be to lean down and have one tiny taste of the skin. It only took one lick for him to lose all control and sink his fangs into him. But he wouldn't. He wasn't some beast.

 

 "I want your blood, Ranmaru. Your cold won't affect me in any way. You'll make me stronger, make me more socially acceptable." At the moment he hated humanity. Hunger always made him a cranky little devil. "I am Zelman Clock, the one who inherits the bloodline of the warrior Asura. I am obviously a vampire in need of assistance."

 

 Stopping to wonder if maybe there were humans in the world who had no idea vampires existed, he slowed down and put a bit of a leash on himself. "What I mean to do, Ranmaru, is bite you and drink your blood. Not all of it, of course, just enough to help me. I'll be spending the night with you," he nearly purred, leaning down to stare directly into his eyes. "To make sure that the loss of blood doesn't harm you."

 

My blood!? Ranmaru's voice yelled in his head. However, he wasn't one to jump to conclusions, and he patiently listened to the vampire's explanation of who he was and what he wanted. So he was a demon, but he wasn't after his life? Ranmaru figured that he wasn't going to kill him, if all he required was his blood, but the boy was a little more uncertain. For starters, what did he mean that he was going to spend the night with him? Giving him an incredulous look, Ranmaru tried to draw back, his cheeks turning red and he quickly averted his gaze.

 

 "So.. that is what you mean by helping me..? You will take away the illness, and destroy it, but for that you will need my blood?" Since the offer was being made, Ranmaru wasn't going to ignore it. He turned his face back to look at Zelman closely. He -did- seem genuine about this, and Ranmaru wasn't feeling a cruel or destructive aura as he did with others. Besides, he might have been weak, but he wasn't so weak that he couldn't fight him off, right?

 

 Swallowing slightly, the boy then lowered his gaze. "Please do not think I am easily taken advantage of." he murmured. Raising his gaze again, he hoped to get the message across-- he wasn't going to forgive anything improper. "Will this.. really help you..? Then.. Ranmaru will not refuse, as long as you swear by honor of a warrior that you will not take my life." He had to go back home someday, he didn't plan to be stuck here forever.

 

Zelman might have lashed out at him if not for the fact that Sayuka often thought he was being a pervert. True, he had a tendency to be a bit fresh, but in times of seriousness, such as this one, he did his best to seem as normal as anything. "I'm not taking advantage of you and I won't kill you. I only need your blood. I would rather have a willing donor than a person who would fight me off just for asking for a small snack!"

 

 Lips pulled tightly together, the red-eyed vampire took the boy's chin in his hand and tilted his head up to inspect his neck. "Hm...where would you prefer to be bitten?' Releasing his chin to then take up his hand, he turned it over to look at his wrist and follow the vein up his arm. "No matter where I bite there will be pain, but I think it would be more painful if I bit into your arm." Dropping his hand he then touched his shoulder again. "It's your choice no matter what. Pick the place you think is best for you."

 

 Finally, a man willing to feed him! He was so giddy, grinning widely as he touched Ranmaru's skin. The pulse he felt when he touched his wrist sent him into short-lived frenzy and it had been so hard to let it go. Soon, though, he would have the pulse again.

 

Those words were calming, in a strange sense. Had Zelman certainly been out for malicious purposes, Ranmaru may have attempted to fight him off, but.. somehow, he didn't want to hurt him. Even if this ended up hurting himself, Ranmaru wasn't alien to pain and after the other had finished looking at him, Ranmaru closed his eyes for a brief moment, and he then re-opened them to stare directly into the other vampire's eyes.

 

 Then, he raised a hand to comb back his hair, revealing the nape of his neck, tucking the dark strands behind his ear, where he knew his pulse was closest to the skin and turned his neck slightly enough for him to have full access to it, but also for Ranmaru to be able to look at him.

 

 "Very well.. Ranmaru will not refuse you a request after offering you one." he inhaled softly, keeping his gaze turned away. Ranmaru was normally fearless, therefore no worry or confusion shone in his expression any longer. His chest rising and falling with a light inhalation and exhalation of his breath, he closed his eyes.

 

 "Here." he invited in a soft voice. It was probably the illness making him a lot more compliant than he normally would be, but he really was tired and wanted to rest.

 

Lips parting, the small fangs grew to nearly three times their usual length. As gently as he could the hungry vampire pushed the boy onto his back and moved over him. Instinct took over in a flash as he lowered his head to brush his lips against the ideal spot. With a fierce snarl he pierced the skin in one bite and closed his mouth over the fangs still in his throat.

 

 It was better than Zelman had imagined. He supposed the blood he was drinking was that of a virgin's but he wasn't quite sure. A virgin willing to give blood to a vampire was very hard to find, and if there were any, then he had never come across them. His mind wandered off to Sayuka, his regular donor, and briefly wondered if she was a virgin, before the pleasing taste of Ranmaru's blood brought his focus back to the meal at hand. No, he decided, she wasn't a virgin; her blood wasn't as good as this boy's blood was. It was almost too good and he was having trouble pacing himself.

 

Ranmaru paused, eyes widening in mild surprise-- although mild was an understatement at that moment, because what he saw was inexplicably not human. And before he could even think of thinking twice, he found himself gasping sharply, his hand coming up to clutch the other's shirt on impulse and for some reason, he found himself reacting in a way he knew he probably shouldn't have. Ranmaru was indeed, a virgin-- not that he was unaware of how things worked to make you otherwise, but other than that, he was untouched. Untouched except for now.

 

 Something was different about this act, though. Something that seemed more wicked, and yet.. it seemed right. His eyes moved to the ceiling and before he knew it, he was arching himself up against the vampire's body, head tilting back as if to allow the other further access to his neck, his pulse picking up in a rapid pace as he buried his fingernails into the other's back and clothing once he slid his hand over it. He didn’t' even realize he was gasping aloud by then, a warm heat filling him and he thought it was the sickness doing so..

 

 And yet, it wasn't.

 

 "Ah--Ah!! N..No!" was that his voice..? Had he -moaned-? His eyes closed a bit, half-lidded gazing up and he convulsed slightly. Finally, in a whisper he never realized was coherent, he gasped, ".. yes... more.."

 

What fun to make a human beg for the pleasure of one of his bites. Even more fun to cause a virgin to writhe. Amused as well as pleased by how easily he had given in to the feeling, Zelman shifted above him to bite at a slightly different angle. A little discomfort came from this new position and made the back of his neck ache, but it brought more blood to his down and he growled as he swallowed as much as he could manage.

 

 Soon enough his feeding had taken a sloppy turn. The vampire forgot to care about savoring every drop and let a little bit of the blood escape his mouth. Desiring more and more of the delicious substance, he pressed Ranmaru down into the bed and did his best to keep him from moving too much. The fun ended when his prey stopped writhing in pleasure beneath him. That, he decided, was one of the best parts of biting someone.

 

 Trying to tear himself away from the boy, he found that it was nearly impossible. He just wanted more and more. Taking note of his pulse, he decided for the human that he had more blood to spare and resumed feeding off of him, practically tearing at the two bites on his throat. A voice in the back of his mind demanded that he drink more and more until he was completely satisfied.

 

Ranmaru was uncertain as to what was going on, why it was happening and why on earth was it affecting him to this degree. He'd never been touched before but at the moment, he wasn't sure if being touched this way was a good thing or bad thing and he rolled his eyes, closing them tightly, and mouth parting in a wanton gasp. The man above him wasn't making things any better, and Ranmaru had to hold onto him-- uncertain, yet again, as to whether he was feeling pleasure or pain.

 

 That was answered soon enough, when he started feeling cold. Then, his hands, which were shivering by now, came and grabbed the other's shirt tightly to try and tug him off, a feeble attempt, but one nonetheless. However, from his mouth, the only words that came were "Gods.. yes.. yes.." it was a strange feeling, and his breaths were coming out in gasps that certainly did sound incredibly pleasured. And he continued, however, there was a strange feeling of floating he began to experience, as though he was somewhere else, flying.. and he hiccupped, feeling as though things were burning. Were there flames around him, or was that the heat of the room..? Was he seeing things?

 

 And then.. was his face wet..? Without realizing it, the memories he was having, the fire at Honnoji where he had failed to rescue his Lord went through his mind, and the tears he'd held back as he'd struck down Mitsuhide at Azuchi began to flow down his cheeks..

 

 You promised.. a world.. with no more war.. I can't die yet.. not before I.. his thoughts were broken now and before he knew it, he let out a pleasured sob..

 

Finally the voice said that he could stop, that his hunger had ended and he was now full. Removing the already shrinking fans, his tongue lapped away at the two marks he left behind. Again he covered the bite with his mouth but only to stop the bleeding. As good as the blood might have been, Zelman did not want him bleeding to death. Not when he might get a second feeding in the future.

 

 "Ranmaru?" he asked, noticing the trails of tears on his face. Odd, no woman had ever cried so much when he bit her, but this boy had shed tears. "What's wrong?" The otherwise indifferent vampire was a little concerned, using his sleeve to wipe the wetness away from his cheeks. "I didn't think I was causing that much pain. I guess your neck is now out of the question..." And he had so enjoyed it, too!

 

 Glancing around the room, he wondered if there might be something this human boy had to help with any pain. Not seeing anything that might help, he moved so that he was no longer covering the bitten human and instead sitting beside him. "Heh, you're vocal. Let's hope these walls don't have ears. Awkward." As before, he used his sleeve to rub the other cheek, refraining from a grin to smile instead.

 

As the vampire pulled away, Ranmaru took some time to recover and was surprised to find his voice shaking when he did try to talk. Closing his mouth, he remained still for a while, feeling even dizzier than before but at the very least, he didn't feel as sickly as he had when he had been suffering from his cold. Then, he drew his hand up to his cheek, blinking his eyes open and hesitantly, he sat up.. or at least attempted to before he found that he barely had any strength in his arms to push him up and ended up collapsing back against the bed.

 

 Silver eyes glazed over, Ranmaru turned his head slowly, facing Zelman and then moved a hand to touch the side of his neck, meeting his gaze. Then, to his statement about his neck being out of the question, Ranmaru shook his head slightly, but didn't do it too much-- his head was spinning. Finally, he whispered, "There was fire. A lot of fire.." he didn't know why, he was just stating what he had seen. His voice was soft, innocent in a way and then he inhaled deeply, his voice softer than normal.

 

 "... did you see it too..?"

 

"Fire, was it?" His eyes slid closed as he put his hand to his forehead. "Well, I've seen a lot of fire during my life, but I don't know what you saw. I see anything that you see in your mind." Oh, of course, the link. "You're probably suffering from that resonance thing." With a shrug of his shoulders he leaned back onto the bed and clasped his hands behind his head. "It'll fade away after a while. But about the fire..."

 

 Eyes narrowing, he glared up at the ceiling as he brought one hand out from under his head to fish around in his pocket. Zelman pulled out the pack of cigarettes and plucked one out of the little box before shoving it back in his pocket again. "You saw fire like this?" He flicked the cigarette into the air and watched it burst into flames. “Or is it a different fire?"

 

 Meanwhile he was inwardly chastising himself for wasting a perfectly good cigarette on just a small demonstration of his power. It didn't matter if Ranmaru was paying attention to his thoughts or not. 'I need to quit,' he told himself, rubbing his forehead. 'I'll end up just like one of those humans who can't go two minutes without another one.' He briefly wondered if he should just burn the whole pack, but these were cigarettes bought with hard-earned money!

 

"Resonance?" repeated Ranmaru. His voice remained soft and after a while, he decided he didn't want to keep his eyes open once he'd seen the little trick with the cigarette. Fire always brought back memories, the fire at Honnoji was the one in which everything had changed for him, and lost. He inhaled and exhaled softly, suddenly realizing he was hearing whispers that were.. well. Not his thoughts and certainly not things he'd think. For one, he was human and willingly accepted it.

 

 So, gathering up his energy, he turned his head to look at Zelman, eyes half-opened as he looked upon the vampire's face. After some silence, he then whispered, "You don't need to smoke.. it only kills you in the end.." his lips curved into a small smile, he felt extremely weak, but he was amused at the fact that the other was bothered about something as menial as that.

 

 "Ranmaru.. doesn't know what happened.. but you're welcome to drink from Ranmaru again if you want. You seemed to enjoy it. It.. was strange." He hadn't liked himself thinking about the place where his lords died, but at the very least.. he'd been able to cry after a very long time. He was grateful for that. "Hm. Why did you choose Ranmaru to drink from and not someone else..?"

 

Pride was important in the bloodline of Asura if only because of the red-haired vampire and his desire to always come out on top. He'd just forget about the cigarettes for now and worry about those later when maybe Ranmaru couldn't hear him.

 

 "Honestly?" Once again he had his hands under his head. "...I can't stand people. They're hard to get along with. Loud and obnoxious, destructive, stupid. I dislike most of the people living here." He glared up at the ceiling, feeling his temperature rise a little bit as he thought about the human race. "But I got a kick out of you. Vampire's intuition; I knew you were different from the rest of the beasts in this place. I really wish I could have the basement."

 

 Making a face up at some nonexistent figure he could imagine standing in front of him, Zelman stretched his arms and legs. "So, resonance. You're going to hear my thoughts for a little while. I'll make sure not to think so much. I'll even think pleasant thoughts of fields of sunflowers, daisies and whatever other flowers you'd prefer." After a bit of laughter he heaved himself up. "I'll even include some butterflies and singing birds to complete the picture. And do you like deer?"

 

At those words, the young warrior merely raised an eyebrow, surprised with himself for being able to manage to do so and watched as the other man picked himself up. He wasn't feeling any better, but he certainly wasn't feeing lonely. Rather, in fact.. he was actually feeling useful.

 

 "You needn't do so." he spoke as he slowly tried to stretch. "Ranmaru.. can take more than you think." and it was true. He was a warrior, above all things. There weren't many things, if any, that he feared. If he needed to be disturbed by anything, he'd have been so when the vampire had opened his mouth to begin draining his blood.

 

 Closing his eyes, Ranmaru curled up to a side. 'Are you going to stay tonight..?" it wasn't a request, but a question. He was cold, and he didn't want to be alone, but it would be understandable if the other wished to leave.

 

Certainly on his two feet to leave, Zelman stopped himself to look quickly down at him. He could leave and return to the darkness of his room, but he had said that he would stay and make sure he was all right during the night. Keeping his thoughts as few as possible, he made his decision as soon as he could. He didn't want Ranmaru to think that he didn't like him. The human was good company so far.

 

 "Yeah, I'll stay tonight," he told the boy as he removed the hat from his head to run his fingers through his hair. "It's the least I can do to repay you. It may not show, but I'm thankful." Sitting back on the bed again, he allowed the hat to fall to the ground. He'd find it later along with his shoes and his jacket. The jacket he definitely didn't need in such a comfortably warm room.

 

Hearing those words was comforting in a sense, and Ranmaru was glad he'd asked. Offering the other a small smile, the best he could manage, Ranmaru shifted slightly, so that the other would have room to scoot in if he wanted. He had no idea how vampires survived, so he offered the same hospitality he would to someone close and hoped it would seem alright. Normally, he'd have been an extreme case of modesty with another man laying in his bed, but at the moment, he couldn't really care.

 

 He half-opened his eyes to look at the vampire's face, before smiling gently and nodding a bit. "Ranmaru appreciates it." he whispered, before yawning softly. When the other finally lay close, Ranmaru tried to give him his space but instead, due to the chill, ended up resting the side of his head near the other's shoulder. In a whisper, he instinctively spoke, "Good night.. my lord.." obviously falling into slumber with memories of his lords in his thoughts.

 

 He hoped it would still be warm in the morning.

 

Covering his eyes with his hand, Zelman let out a small sigh. "I can't believe myself sometimes." In a bed with a human who could easily pass for a girl! This had never happened to him before and he could just hear the taunts from Warlock about this if he found out. Which he never would, thankfully, and if he ever asked how he managed to feed, he would make up a lie about there being blood bags around, too.

 

 "Ah, well, time to make due with what I've got. Sleep well, I guess, Ranmaru." Since sunrise he had done his best to sleep but the many sun-dwelling people always made too much noise. Lacking the proper rest for a vampire, he settled in well enough for a bit of a nap himself.

 

 "Just don't wake up and attack me," he begged quietly, "That's the last thing I need!"

 

With a hum of a response it wasn't too long before the boy found himself falling into slumber. Yet, even so, with the softest of chuckles, he whispered, "Promise.. I wont." Uncaring of how he would appear to be to anyone, Ranmaru found himself falling into a deep, almost restful and deathlike slumber.

 

And strangely, even though the fire had died, he was still warm.

 

Maybe these vampires aren't so bad after all.

 

And if he were able to, he'd hope that was something true.

 

 Oh well.. for now, it was the only hope he had. He silently wished Zelman a peaceful slumber, and allowed himself to rest.