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Title: Tactics (Beware the Apple of Temptation)
Band/Pairing: Takeru (SuG)/Asagi (D), Tsunehito cameo, mentions a9!Nao
Rating: R
Warnings: AU, blood fetish, vampires?
Summary: Takeru is determined to get what he wants; Asagi knows there are ways to deal with problems, and then there are ways.
Notes: Based loosely off of Takeru’s Aquarian Age movie role. D has a release called Snow White, and Neil Gaiman wrote a version of Snow White in which she is a vampire, so that’s how it all came together. Sort of sequel to Easy Come... and written for the first ever vk_springsmut.

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It was different from the usual clubs Takeru visited. The music, though loud, wasn’t overwhelming, and there was a classical melody threading through the heavy bass beat. The patrons of the club were mostly in black leather, but tastefully so – there was none of the tawdry obviousness leather outfits tended to bring out in most people.

Takeru, in skintight jeans and a garishly colored jacket, felt distinctly out of place. But he steeled himself, reminding himself of why he was here in the first place. He ignored the half-curious, judging looks shot in his direction and made his way over to the wine red banquettes. The vampire Takeru sought was seated elegantly among equally elegant companions and deep in conversation; Takeru was undeterred.

“Excuse me,” he murmured just loudly enough to be heard, “Asagi-san?”

The vampire, brushing ink-black hair from his eyes, turned marginally and slid his deceptively mild gaze over Takeru, who smiled brightly.

“Yes?”

“I’m Takeru,” the young blond began, but he paused when he saw an amused smile quirk Asagi’s lips.

“I know who you are,” Asagi informed him. A chuckle came from his right, and Takeru saw one of Asagi’s friends, a skinny werewolf, grinning. “You’re the brat who thought he could challenge Nao.”

Takeru felt his cheeks heat up and fought back a prickle of annoyance. He should have known word of his little…confrontation…had gotten around. Still, he kept his smile steady and replied, “I’m so happy Asagi-san has learned of my name!”

Asagi waved a hand in a gesture that told Takeru to drop the act and get on with it. His amusement was already fading to indifference, so Takeru leaned closer and daringly perched on the edge of the banquette table.

“I know that Asagi-san is privilege to a lot of information,” Takeru said more seriously. “I was hoping you could share some with me.”

The older vampire’s red-tinted eyes were mocking him now. “If you want to know about Nao, just ask around. You didn’t have to bother me.”

“Asking around gets me stories and rumors.” Takeru shook his head. “I want the truth.”

“So you can go charging back and make a bigger fool of yourself?” Asagi’s lips parted in an almost vicious smirk. “Don’t you know when to leave well enough alone? You’re lucky he spared you the first time around.”

Takeru looked down, unable to keep from flushing red. It galled him, the way Nao had so easily dismissed him. Takeru knew he wasn’t as strong as Nao, hell, he’d probably never be - but he had his pride, and he’d be damned if he’d go down a second time without a fight.

“He told me to come back when I was worth his time,” Takeru admitted. “So you see, Asagi-san – “

That’s enough.” Asagi turned away, his attention going back to his companions and his drink. “Even if you could afford to pay for what I know, I have a good relationship with Nao. I don’t see why I should risk it to help you.”

“Asagi-san – “

“Get lost,” the skinny werewolf growled, his voice full of warning.

Takeru pressed his lips together and stood. He would be back, he vowed silently as he slipped out of the club. This wasn’t defeat. It was just a tactical retreat.

--

“So what is this, attempt number ten?” Chiyu remarked. He was playing with his cigarette and lighter, passing them from hand to hand over his fingers as he watched Takeru lace up his boots.

“Number eleven, actually.” Takeru tied off the last knot and rose from his seat. “I saw him last night, too.”

He stuck out his hand and snatched Chiyu’s cigarette while it was mid-air, then put it to his own lips. Chiyu sighed sympathetically and lit it for him.

“Why are you trying so hard?”

“I need him,” Takeru said simply. He exhaled smoke, relishing the burn on his breath before allowing Chiyu to reclaim the cigarette. “Besides, sooner or later, he’ll realize that I am not going away. I…I will be reckoned with!”

Chiyu laughed so hard he nearly spat out his cigarette. He reached out to ruffle Takeru’s newly pink-dyed hair; the vampire danced away peevishly.

“Watch it, it took me forever to get the curls to set!”

“Takeru,” Chiyu said, laughter still in his voice, “that’s your problem, you know. You’re never happy with what you have.”

“Yeah, unlike you, who’s only to happy to settle for good enough,” Takeru shot back, though there was no real bite to his words. Chiyu was one of his best friends, after all.

Takeru shrugged on his jacket and headed for the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Later,” Chiyu replied, waving a ring of smoke through the air in a lazy salute. He didn’t really think Takeru would get anything out of Asagi tonight, but hey, maybe eleventh time’s the charm.

--

“Did you know Snow White was really a vampire?”

Asagi turned from the bar, unsurprised that Takeru had crept up on him. For the past few weeks, the young vampire had been a near constant presence. If it weren’t for his persistent adorableness, Asagi would have gotten rid of him already, but as it was…Takeru was beaming at him, his pink hair offensively blinding under the dim lights, and he was holding a drink that looked like a Bloody Mary, except garnished with apples.

“I mean think about it: black hair, white skin, blood red lips – “

“Is this going somewhere?” Asagi interrupted, arching a brow in a show of boredom.

“She was the fairest in all the land,” Takeru said disarmingly, “and you match the criteria, too.”

Asagi couldn’t help it; a smile curved his lips. Of all the compliments he’d been paid over the years (and there had been many), Takeru’s had the most charm. He had yet to meet anyone else who could make something so cheesy sound earnest.

“Nice try,” Asagi acknowledged, accepting the glass Takeru pressed into his hand. “But I’ve been called pretty before.”

He took a sip and was actually surprised by the taste that met his tongue – it was heady and sweet with a chilling bite, all underscored by the tang of fresh blood. Asagi generally didn’t go for sweet drinks, but this one wasn’t bad at all. Plus, it matched well with Takeru’s theory of Snow White - rosy with the blush of death, or something suitably poetic. He took a longer drink from the glass.

“Fairest in all the land is more than pretty,” Takeru said hopefully, seeing his reaction, “and I had the bartender make that just for you, Asagi-san.”

“Well now you’ve done it.” Tsunehito, who had probably come to see why Asagi was taking so long with their drinks, casually leaned over Asagi’s arm to sniff at the glass. Asagi held still for a second, allowing the werewolf to breathe his fill, then nudged him lightly. Friend or no, Asagi didn’t feel like sharing.

Tsunehito grinned and directed his attention to Takeru. “So, brat, how do you expect Asagi to give you what you want when he knows you’ll stop with the royal treatment once he does?”

“I’m sure I’d still find a way to make it worth his while,” Takeru assured. His eyes, though, were only on Asagi. And with the taste of candied autumn still on his tongue, Asagi suddenly felt a coil of warmth spread through him. He frowned slightly and pushed Tsunehito towards the bar, along with his half empty glass.

“You get the drinks, I’ll be back,” he muttered, wrapping his hand around Takeru’s forearm. He barely heard Tsunehito’s affirmative and pulled Takeru into a corner, where he turned on the pink haired vampire. Takeru’s dark eyes were innocently wide, but Asagi wasn’t fooled.

“What else was in the drink?” he asked flatly.

Takeru fluttered his lashes. “Desire. Mine, if you must know.”

Asagi licked his lips, aware of how dry they suddenly felt. The craving to coat them with something red and sweet was growing, and too late he realized, he should have been more careful. It was just that Takeru had seemed so harmless. “This is a dangerous move you’re making, brat.”

“You don’t have to accept it.” Takeru shrugged, dropping his childlike act and gazing at Asagi with the eyes of a hunter. “I just needed you to know how serious I am.”

Asagi met Takeru’s stare unflinchingly. It was true, he could ignore the desire Takeru offered – Asagi wasn’t weak, after all. But the time it would take him to forget the crisp longing, which would creep persistently like frost and undoubtedly be accompanied by Takeru’s unceasing presence, wasn’t something he felt like dealing with right now. Asagi had better things to do, and Takeru…Asagi hadn’t had a treat in a long time.

“Well,” Asagi said finally, “at least you’re not as stupid as you are reckless. Come with me.”

--

Takeru wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but following Asagi into the restroom wasn’t it. He’d imagined the transaction taking place somewhere more private, or someplace classier, maybe. Well, the room had become private once Asagi had cleared it and locked the door.

“Asagi-san – “

“Stop,” Asagi said softly, and Takeru shut his mouth. “I’m accepting your offer, and you’re not to question my methods. Now turn around and look at the mirror.”

“We don’t have reflections,” Takeru reminded, even as he obeyed the instructions. In the flat pane of glass, all he could see were the tiled walls and washed out stall doors. Then he gasped, feeling a cold hand slide over the skin of his stomach. Technically, he knew it was Asagi behind him, but the mirror had the effect of a blindfold.

“That’s the best part, don’t you think?” Asagi purred, pressing a sharp fang into the lobe of his ear. Takeru nodded shallowly. He felt the hand curl as Asagi’s nails ran lightly over his skin. Then the hand dipped lower, undoing the buttons of his pants before shoving inside.

“I don’t know,” Takeru said breathily. He reached out to grip the edges of the sink, enjoying the way his knees trembled as Asagi cupped his cock. He felt the hard lines of the older vampire’s body against his back and wondered if Asagi would fuck him, too. He welcomed the idea. “Sometimes, I think it’d be nice to see what I look like when I fuck.”

“Greedy,” Asagi murmured, mouthing the skin just under Takeru’s ear and stroking Takeru’s erection smoothly. Takeru hummed appreciatively, taking in the scent of sex and leather.

“So I’ve been told.” Takeru let his eyes slide half-shut in pleasure, delighting in Asagi’s touch. He wished he could just let himself go and melt into a boneless puddle, but he wasn’t sure if Asagi would like that. So instead, he let his head loll back and focused on the orgasm building inside him. The phantom movements were so fluid; one minute the hand was squeezing gently, the next, a finger was rubbing insistently at his taint.

“Now,” Asagi whispered, a low, commanding hiss, “come.”

Takeru’s hips bucked as he complied, and through the haze of orgasm he felt Asagi’s fangs pierce his neck. Takeru sighed blissfully at the tiny pinpricks of pain; he wasn’t the least bit ashamed at coming so quickly, though it was disappointing to have it end so soon.

Asagi moved away a few seconds later, allowing Takeru to finally turn around. The sight of Asagi lapping away the last traces of blood from his lips made Takeru quiver, and he could feel himself getting hard again. Asagi noticed and chuckled.

“The joys of being young,” he said dryly. He shook his head, his night-dark hair scattering perfectly around his shoulders, and handed some paper towels to Takeru. Takeru took the hint, though he pouted fiercely as he cleaned up. He wouldn’t have minded another round, and said as much.

“Let’s not make this personal,” Asagi rejected. “Though you did taste delicious as you came.”

Takeru grinned cheekily, tossing the paper in the trash and buttoning his pants. “So what do I get for my payment, Asagi-san?”

Instead of answering with words, Asagi cut the tip of his index finger on a fang. As blood welled on the cut, he held it out to Takeru. Takeru stepped forward, wrapping his lips around the finger and running his tongue over the small wound. He sucked a few times for good measure, curling his tongue lewdly in hopes that Asagi might change his mind about another go, but the older vampire only took his finger away with an amused smile.

“Satisfied?”

“Is it true?” Takeru asked, lingering over the salty taste and the information contained within.

“Blood can’t lie.” Asagi reached out and patted Takeru’s cheek in an almost affectionate gesture. “Happy hunting.”

Takeru stayed silent, uncharacteristically subdued as he watched Asagi saunter through the door. Then, a slow smile crept over his lips. He had what he wanted on Nao, yes. But as Asagi had said, blood couldn’t lie…Takeru knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see Asagi. And next time, Takeru was certain that Asagi wouldn’t be able to resist temptation again.