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[grandtrashking]

[It had been about four and a half years since Tooru had returned to that painful place, but he'd been there for a reason this time despite having not wanted to return. Not when that place held a painful memory, being the day he'd "died" to almost everyone he'd known. A small handful of people he did know, apparently, had been werewolves as well. Some born, some turned, and a couple of them just aware of the supernatural from young ages and were just human themselves. Even some of his friends, at that, but they'd helped him adjust at the very least. He knew he couldn't ever face Iwaizumi again, so he'd left Japan as soon as he was able to. It hurt at first, and there were times he wanted to turn back and fling himself at the person he loved dearly, but Tooru learned to deal with the heartache until it became a dull throb in his mind that he could ignore most days.

Until that dawn when he was sniffing out a trail of a teenager who recently had been turned and Tooru came upon the last person he wanted to be faced with.

The figure was unmistakable, and Tooru remembered that smell even 5 years later. It was him, it was his Hajime. Panic washed over him, and the only things in Tooru's favour among the trees was that he was in wolf form, and that he was fortunately approaching from behind. Everything else was terrible, especially with the wind blowing towards where he was going. In an instant, Tooru took off, breaking twigs beneath his feet and to the worst of his luck he got caught in a trap.

This was bad, he didn't want to face him after all these years. Not like this, not like what he'd become. His heart felt ripped open all over again, impossible to stitch back together. 24 years old feeling like 19 and waking up in his own blood all over again and restrained by familiar faces that knew him and what he was thinking.]

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[grandtrashking]

[The threat, this time, did nothing to make Tooru behave. It only added to his awful teasing before taking all of Hajime into his mouth, not even gagging once all the way down. The gag reflex had been done away with long ago when it came to shoving long and hard objects down his throat.

There's a hum of satisfaction when Hajime touches his neck and buries his fingers in his hair. It never ceased to amaze him that with all of Hajime's strength, he could be so gentle even when Tooru did all he could to be the worst kind of tease in bed. He keeps up with his motions, although the bobbing and motions with his tongue slowed to an even more agonizing slow pace.

He wanted to draw this out and put on his own show before the main event began between them both.]

[toughlovin]

[The fact that Hajime wanted to be gentle with Tooru showed the depths of his feelings. Even if he couldn't always find the right words, even if he might slap him upside the head when he pissed him off of kick his ass when he really pissed him off, Hajime would always have gentle touches to soothe those moments. To show Tooru that there was love there. There would always be love there. Because he never touched anyone the same way he touched Tooru.

Even if he was driving him fucking crazy.

He watched the way he moved, knowing full wall the damn wolf was doing it deliberately. After all, it wasn't the first time... He should have been used to it. But years of absence, years of being alone, he was back to square one again and it was frustrating beyond belief.

Hajime damn near growled, fingers tightened within Tooru's hair and he might well have just held on and fucked Tooru's throat his damn self... but he managed to keep himself in check. Simply because he wanted to see where Tooru was going with this. And because that mouth, even if it was being used to torture him, felt so fucking good, Hajime didn't want to ruin the moment.]

[grandtrashking]

[Anyone else and Tooru wouldn't tolerate the way he'd be treated if they pulled the same as Hajime did, he'd lose his mind on them. There were one, maybe two, exceptions to this as a light teasing smack or shove, but no one else was allowed to strike him.

When Hajime's fingers tightened in his hair, Tooru couldn't help but shiver and let out a moan, feeling that tighter grip pull on some of his hair. The light pain felt good, shooting straight down to his erection which was beginning to hurt the longer he left himself untouched, but he had other ideas. Ideas he knew would drive his lover mad while staying in control of the situation until he let Hajime fuck him senseless, and it helped that earlier that night he'd bought lube for himself knowing he was out.

Carefully, with practiced ease while keeping with the movements of blowing Hajime, Tooru slipped out of his pants and underwear, pulling the small bottle from a pocket and opened it. Pouring a little bit onto his fingers and staring directly at Hajime with the most devious grin he could manage with a dick in his mouth, he slid his own hand behind him and inserted one finger inside himself, shivering again at the sensation as he fingers himself.

He had no plans to allow his lover to do much work, because the more riled up he can get Hajime, the rougher he could get him to be. Tooru had no plans whatsoever to be able to walk later.]

[toughlovin]

Fuck...

[The words hissed out between clenched teeth and a barely repressed groan. Tooru's mouth was working him into a near frenzy. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself still. It was getting harder to not drag Tooru off of him and...

Eyes that had shut now opened when he felt Tooru moving around. The movement detailed his thoughts and distracted him, pulling his attention away from what was going on between his legs and more to what was going on between Tooru's. The little shit had taken matters into his own hands once again. Where he'd found the lube, Hajime wasn't going to ask. It was better not to. But now he couldn't tear his eyes away from the way those fingers disappeared between frim, round ass cheeks... And the thought that it should be him inside that tight hole. Not a finger or two.

He knew Tooru was staring at him. Let him stare.

His control was wearing thin... but he was hanging on. Barely.

There was only so much of the teasing he could take before he finally snapped.]

[grandtrashking]

Not yet. Not allowed.

[A horrible teasing chuckle comes from him as he comes up for air, needing to focus his own breathing instead of risk choking on his own moans. Pulling himself off of Hajime's spit-soaked erection, face flushed, Tooru leans down and kisses one of Hajime's inner thighs, nipping in places enough to leave a mark.

He inserts another finger inside himself, making scissoring motions and feels a heat bloom across his entire body as he eventually finds that spot, whining and moaning loudly. He was almost at his limit, but was refusing to let himself cum by sheer willpower. He'd lose the control he had if he did, and Tooru wasn't quite ready to hand that over yet. Besides, he was enjoying his own pain of not being touched.]

If you want to be in me that badly, then beg. I might even sit on you if you ask nicely, maybe.

[toughlovin]

[Hajime scowled. He hadn't meant to but a low growl rumbled in the depth of his throat chest, eyes darkening. His fingers flexed. Those nips... Tooru knew exactly what he was doing. The muscle of his thighs would tremble and twitch with each mark, sensitive as all hell, even after all these years. Those things would never change.

But his eyes never left Tooru's now, even if his cheeks were flushed, lips parted in soft, pants. He watched that beautiful face as it contorted into pleasure, watched him try so hard to keep control of himself. But Hajime could see what it began to falter. Knew when his love was at his limit and near smirked when Tooru finally spoke. No more 'no touch', now he was begging for a reason to be touched.]

When've I ever asked nicely for anything?

[Again there was that growl. So far he'd been good. He'd held himself back. But now he reached out, grabbing Tooru he pulled him up and leaned forward to crush their lips together in a hard, hungry kiss.

In the same movement, Hajime reached down behind Tooru, finding that hand and those fingers and pushed one of his own in to join them. Opening his lover up just that little bit more.]

Ride me.

[He pulled from the kiss just long enough to make his demand.]

Fuck yourself on me. You want me just as badly, Tooru. So take it. And I'll take you.

[grandtrashking]

[Even though his canine features weren't on display, Tooru'd made sure to have his fangs at least be put to use with each nip, biting hard in some places and licking that spot. He knew exactly what he was doing despite losing more control of himself by the minute, but when Hajime asks that, Tooru's eyes darken into a glare and he bites harder on one spot before he's pulled up into a kiss with a rumbling growl.

The glare stays on his face when pulled away, only to toss his head back and gasp at Hajime's hand and a finger joining his own. Fuck. It was too much and that control would be lost shortly if he himself didn't give in to that little demand. But it annoys him that Hajime won't just beg him, yet he can't keep his act up forever. Hajime knows him far too well to be able to get away with more than he already has, and it's a miracle he did already with how long it's been.]

Fuck you. Can't even do what I want, asshole. I should just leave you here to take care of that yourself.

[And yet, despite those words, there's nothing but fondness and hunger in them as he shivers while pulling his own fingers out as well as grabs Hajime's wrist to pull his lover out of him. Tooru pushes himself off of Hajime, wiping his fingers against Hajime's arm while reaching for that bottle of lube again to pour some into his hands and warm it up before leaning over once more to lick the tip of his lover's erection before coating it in the lube he'd warmed up, and then positions himself to sit down, taking all of Hajime in one swift motion with a whine. Sure, he could have grabbed a condom in his bag, but after five years he wanted to feel everything.

Though he stills himself for a moment, just to get used to how he'd taken it all at once, hands on Hajime's stomach for balance before he starts to bounce himself and let out another whine through some of the stinging that only turned him on further.]

You'd better not have lost any of what makes you a good fuck, or I'm leaving.

[An empty threat, but he'd always been one of the biggest brats anyone knew, even more so in the bedroom.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime wasn't the kind of man, or vampire, to beg. But he had. In his own way, pleaded for Tooru to stop teasing and just do it. It just wasn't enough 'begging' for Tooru, clearly. The reply was almost enough to have Hajime say fuck it all and push the other away. If he was an asshole then he'd be an asshole, he'd take care of himself. At least he'd damn well get somewhere then. And without the biting.

If it wasn't for the look in Tooru's eyes, Hajime probably would have done just that. But he saw the lie in the words. There was no way that his lover would be leaving him now, not for anything.

So he let his hand be removed, groaned when Tooru lubed up his aching cock. His hips humped upwards, wanting more of that friction, but it was too late. The hands were gone and in their place was his Tooru rising above him. In a heartbeat they went from two separate entities to being joined in a primal way. Hajime let out a surprised yell and grabbed hold of Tooru's hips, whether to stop him or urge him on, it was hard to tell, but the other was already moving. Already giving him what he wanted.

Hajime was, for a precious few seconds, stunned. Too stunned to move.

Until Tooru spoke.

Another threat. Another warning to leave. Hajime needed to break that habit before it started. Leaving was not something he would allow to be joked about, not after years of separation.

He reached up, grabbing a fistful of Tooru's hair and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. In the same moment he moved his legs, knees bending, feet digging in to get purchase, and then he thrust up to meet Tooru. The movement was sharp, hard, driving himself deep inside of his lover. If he hadn't had hold of him it might have been enough to pitch Tooru right off of him, but Hajime held him in place as he did it again and again, hard, fast and deep as he could get at this angle.

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru flinched at the yell, nails digging into his love's stomach on instinct, afraid he'd hurt Hajime with his sudden decision to take all of him at once, but relaxed enough once he could tell that wasn't the case. Grateful his impulsive action didn't hurt him, which would have made Tooru feel terrible for doing so. He'd already hurt Hajime enough over the past five years, he wouldn't add another thing he did on top of his existing crimes.

Though before he can do anything or say a thing, he finds himself feeling a sharp pain in the form of his hair being pulled and colliding into an overpoweringly strong kiss. He can't help but moan into that kiss, the painful sensation only furthering how godly everything felt. No one else could come close to Hajime in bed, no one else had dared to try and break him or keep up with his attitude to force him to submit. Only Hajime could do it, and he didn't lose that touch, and Tooru doubts he could ever trust anyone to throw him around and wreck him the same way he trusted Hajime. Especially with how vulnerable Tooru got afterwards, he hated letting that show, but he knew that he would be taken care of and in return take care of Hajime.

And speaking of breaking Tooru, the combination of pain and rough thrusting cause a cry of pain to escape before it shifts into pleasure. He's barely able to adjust his balance and meet Hajime halfway with each thrust, getting wrecked by painful pleasure, his prostate getting hit each time with the angle he's at. Words won't even form, they just become moans into the kiss, and he curses himself for being unable to make any bratty remarks.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime would apologise later. But for now... Tooru only had himself to blame, as usual. He'd pushed him too far. Teased him too much. The only thing that could stop him now was if Tooru legitimately told him too. Somehow he didn't see that happening.

The thing was, as much as he liked this angle and the view, it just wasn't good enough for what he wanted. Hajime wanted more.

He let go of his lovers hair and with a grunt he threw Tooru to the side, rolling with him until their positions had been reversed and he was knelt between the 'wolfs thighs. He wasted no time in hiking Tooru's legs up to hook on his arms, bending his knees almost to his chest and lifting his ass higher. And when Hajime thrust now, he moaned in pleasure. This angle was best. He could fuck deeper, he could drill himself in to his lovers very core and pound it into the shape he wanted.

And he could watch.

His eyes were open, watching every expression on Tooru's face, every emotion, pleasure or pain or love he soaked it all up and used it as fuel to drive each powerful thrust that shook the body beneath him.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru, despite the pain of it all, would never beg for Hajime to stop unless something was legitimately hurting him, and now that he wasn't human anymore circumstances of it aside, could handle it. He'd never wanted Hajime to hold back and wanted to he left crying from how it hurt good, though now understood why prior to him turning why Hajime never made him do that more than just a handful of times. This strength was more than he ever imagined, but all he's ever wanted, and his horrible teasing got him exactly what he wanted.

Tooru had ways of getting his way in bed with Hajime, even if he bit off more than he could chew, though never had any regrets afterwards. Especially when he's pushed off and then pinned down, and yet he can't help but smirk triumphantly before being drilled into again at that angle, because yet again he's gotten his way in bed to be broken like this. It felt good, no, there wasn't a word for it besides bliss as Hajime hits that spot over and over. It's just a bonus to hear his lover moan as well, music to his ears as the last traces of his smirk fade into pleasure.

The noises that escape Tooru sound less human, a canine whine mixed into his moans as his back arches while he helplessly grasps for something to hold onto and not ascend into the heavens from pure pleasure alone.]

[toughlovin]

[But he was still holding back. He had to. Of course he had to. He loved Tooru. He didn't want to actually shatter him! Tooru might have wanted to be broken, but broken bones were out of the question, no matter how fast he could heal.

Back before, back when Tooru had been human, he had to hold back even more than now. When they had sex half of his mind was always on pacing himself, always on keeping himself in check. In reality, he had never fully been able to give himself over to Tooru. Had never really lost control.

Until now.

Until he knew Tooru could take it. And oh god, those sounds... Hajime had never heard Tooru make a noise like that. His cock damn well throbbed as forced Tooru's legs up onto his shoulders, slid a hand down to the small of his back to ease some of the tension, and pounded into him even harder.

Those sounds... Those whimpers and moans. He wanted more. He wanted Tooru to sing. He wanted to hear him scream his name. Wanted to be able to hear his voice ringing in his ears for days to come. And if Hajime growled out Tooru's name a few times, so what? Tooru was his. And he planned on leaving his mark on his lover so he would remember that always.]

[grandtrashking]

[No matter how hard he tries to keep a leg up over Hajime's shoulder, Tooru just can't and doesn't bother to even try. He's being given the time of his life. However, that arm that supports his back is one of the things grabbed, and with his sharp nails, he digs in.

And smells blood as he claws at Hajime's arm. That wasn't intentional, but it'll have to be something that the two of them learn to get used to in time. It's not like Tooru hadn't scratched the hell out of Hajime before or drawn blood once or twice, but now wasn't then, it'll be a normal occurrence more than not or so he assumes.

Though he does have some control left, some stubborn bratty pride that refuses to beg left in him even with the noises that escape him. Tooru refuses to completely give in, refuses to scream his lover's name, not until he can get Hajime to bite him and make him give himself over. He won't do it, even though he moans louder, but doesn't yell Hajime's name despite tears of pure pleasure threatening to fall.]

[toughlovin]

[Lets face it, Hajime didn't care where Tooru's legs were so long as they were spread for him. Though locked around him was a plus. He didn't give it much thought, however, thoughts had well and truly left him. Hajime was all instinct, moving with purpose, driving himself deep within that warm, willing body beneath him. He barely even felt it when Tooru used his claws on his arm, though he smelled the blood... For a brief moment Hajime's eyes flashed, though the smell of his own blood would never effect him as much as the scent of another's, it brought to mind something else. Something far more interesting.

Hajime didn't react to the scratching other than to acknowledge it with a more rougher thrust and a smirk to show he knew the reason behind it. Tooru's control was slipping. Maybe not all the way, but it was getting there. Hajime would have his own way eventually.

He grunted as he fucked into his lover and decided to up the ante.

That blood covered arm of his was used to slip between them to wrap rough fingers around his lovers pre slicked cock and gave him a firm stroke. And then he dropped his head to Tooru's neck. Despite the power behind his hips, the lick he gave to Tooru's neck was close to tender. Soft, delicate. Tasting the salt of his lovers skin. A shudder ran through Hajime. He licked again, this time bringing lips to bear, then a slight brush of teeth. A graze, nothing more.

Because it wasn't only Tooru who could tease. And Hajime knew just what Tooru wanted of him. Handing it over without a fight wasn't nearly as fun as pushing him to the very edge.

And then he bit.

Hajime had come to the end of his own control. He buried himself deep, groaning as he came within his lover and at the same moment he had bitten him. Fangs sinking within smooth, pale skin with ease, with little more than a sting. And then his eyes closed as a flood of hot, sweet blood filled his mouth. Hajime growled deep in his throat and wrapped his other arm around Tooru tight, possessive, protective. His.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru was too blissed out to notice the flash in Hajime's eyes, teetering on the edge of losing control and keeping what fragile threads that hadn't snapped yet from snapping, but it got harder and harder to keep them intact. Especially when Hajime touched him. He could feel those threads slowly starting to snap as he locked his legs around Hajime, refusing to give him a chance to pull out if he wanted to.

His arms wrapped around Hajime's back, claws digging in deep to leave behind more bloody scratches down his back and sides. Scratches he'd tend to after they finished.]

Fucking bite me alre--

[Tooru didn't even have a chance to finish that sentence when Hajime finished inside him, causing him to finally, finally lose all control as that final thread snapped making him arch his back with a loud moan of Hajime's name before seeing white and collapsing back down. Tooru's sure he made a mess of his chest and Hajime's, but he doesn't care at all.

Because he's riding another high of being bitten, and every rumour about it "feeling good" was a lie, this was more like experiencing a new sexual high he'd never get anywhere else. And he wants more.

But he lets Hajime be possessive and taste him, Tooru owed him that much after being separated for so long.]

Fuck.

[One word. But one word is all that's needed to convey the tone: a half moan, half sigh of delight. No one else could give Tooru what he wanted in bed anywhere close to what Hajime could deliver, and he'd missed this roughness because it meant there would be cuddling after making sure each other was okay and cleaned up.]

[toughlovin]

[He wanted that mess. Wanted Tooru to let loose in all ways. Wanted to hear his name ringing in his ears from his lovers shout. Wanted that body to tighten around him, just as it did. Everything in that moment was perfection. Hajime didn't even feel the claws that had raked his back. He would, later. But right then he felt nothing but the pleasure that was Tooru.

And the taste of his lifes blood flowing into his mouth...

Now that was an addiction he knew he couldn't allow himself. The blood of 'wolves was already something that was problematic for vampires. But the fact this was Tooru's blood, the man he loved, it made everything taste all the sweeter. It infused him with an energy the likes he had never felt before, a euphoria that almost made him feel dizzy.

And he knew he had to stop. Otherwise it wouldn't just be him feeling dizzy.

Slowly he stopped. Closing his mouth he once more softly licked that wound at Tooru's neck, waiting for the two small puncture wounds to close before he just went and dropped his head into the crook of his lovers neck. Not once did he let go though. He hadn't pulled out yet. He wanted to remain like this for just a little longer... At least long enough to catch his breath.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru kept his legs locked around Hajime's back, refusing to let go even after being filled up. He didn't want that feeling to leave him, not yet.

He still dug his claws into Hajime's back as his lover drank from him, the euphoria almost sending him over the edge again, if he had anything left to let loose. Instead, there were whimpers and quiet moans until Hajime had his fill, trusting the vampire to know his limits and know he would never hurt Tooru too much.

Though, calming down some from his high, the smell of his lover's blood fills his nose and Tooru inhales sharply, reaching a hand around to put a blood covered finger in his mouth to taste while remembering the warning about vampire blood. But it couldn't be all bad, he knew Hajime wouldn't let him get addicted, despite being addicted to all things Hajime in general. His lover's blood is sweet, like the man he loves.

But then he becomes very aware of the mess on himself, running a hand through Hajime's hair.]

We need to get cleaned up, I made a mess and it's gonna be sticky soon. There's a bathroom with a tub large enough to fit us both. Besides, we're dirty from earlier too.

[And then he tries to move one of his legs only to feel the ache in his hips as he tried, causing an embarrassing yelp.]

I-- Hajime I don't think I'll be able to walk, you really went and took my back out. I missed you too, you know. But you'll need to carry me.

[His laugh is breathy, teasing, and full of affection with a sigh.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime had his eyes closed and had nuzzled his face into the side of Tooru's neck. No more biting, more like a puppy. Affectionate, smiling and breathing in the warm scent of his lover. He felt fingers in his hair and his lips curved into a wider smile.

Except Tooru chose that moment to move. And yelp. And Hajime immediately lost his smile. Had he hurt him? He started to ease himself up until Tooru's laughter reached his ears and then his words and triggered a laugh of his own, low and warm.]

You say that like it's some hardship to carry you.

[He'd had every intention of doing that even if Oikawa had been able to walk. The problem was that in order to do that... Hajime leaned in and caught Tooru's lips in a deep, loving kiss. A distraction from the way he shifted his hips back to pull out of him.]

[grandtrashking]

Iwa-chan is being kind then~~

[Loving, affectionate, teasing. Tooru always got cuddlier and did gentler teases after rounds like that, always with the sweeter tones in his voice reserved for Hajime or in the rare cases of needing to help someone feel better.

But then he's getting kissed, deep and loving, and returns it only to whine when Hajime pulls out of him.]

You could have carried me while still being in me y'know. Not like I haven't sat on your dick while being held up before shoved into the wall with my legs wrapped around you.

[Yes, he's pouting about it. He could go for a second round, but he also mostly wants to cuddle and tease.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime just raised a brow at him.

No, they'd done that before. And carrying Tooru while inside if him wasn't something unheard of. However...]

Maybe next time. Now hold on...

[He smiled and shifted back and away so that he could slip his arms under Tooru and pushed himself up to his feet. He was a little unsteady himself, but he was stubborn and determined and so he was able to back out of that nest of pillows and blankets to carry Tooru away.

Hajime too had them in the bathroom in no time. And the reason he had pulled out was clear when he kicked the lid of the toilet down and threw a towel across it. Then gently he set his lover down, kissing him as he did. And then another kiss. Hajime was smiling when he finally pulled away to go and get the water running in the tub.]

Warm or hot?

[grandtrashking]

Mmmm... Fine.

[Half complaint, but he does as he's told and hugs tight as Hajime manages to get them both up, adjusting himself to make it so it's easier to be carried as well. While he'd find some entertainment in being a pest or causing Hajime to trip and fall over, and his weight on top of Tooru again, Tooru also wanted to get cleaned off.

Though when he's set down, Tooru lets out another whine, not wanting to let his lover go again and kisses back more, but sighs when asked about the water temperature.]

Hot. I want to sit with you in the water for a while. And you gotta clean me out y'know, which is gonna be uncomfortable, so if there's hot water I can focus on that instead of wanting to jump you. Again.

[Not that it wasn't enjoyable, but that was the exact reason why. Tooru's oversensitive and sore, but he'd rather deal with that than having everything be sticky and dry between his legs.]

Besides, I scratched you up pretty good, I should at least clean that off even if we both heal quickly. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't look after you, too?

[toughlovin]

[Hajime laughed at the reply and leaned over to turn the water on and get the bath nice and hot. Or at least as hot as they could bear it. He wasn't interested in coming out looking like a lobster.]

You say that like its a bad thing. Something wrong with jumping me?

[He glanced over then before turning to sit on the edge of the tub. The mention of his back brought his awareness that way, and he realised it actually hurt. Had it been anyone else, or Tooru from several years ago, it wouldn't have been an issue. But it they were claw marks given to him by a werewolf. They were going to hurt. And take a little longer to heal from. But he would heal.

Still. They were something like a mark of pride for Hajime. Proof that Tooru had lost control of himself, if only for a moment, to give himself fully to pleasure. He didn't mind being scratched up. Never had. He wasn't as much of a masochist as Tooru could be, he just liked having a little of Tooru with him.]

It'll wash off in the tub. You can look after me by letting me look after you.

[grandtrashking]

As much as I would love a second round with you, my back would not. Even if I will heal faster and you could have my face pressed into that wall, I'd rather just lay with you. We have all the time in the world for you to have me on my knees and face in a pillow moaning your name for all to hear.

[Already even sounding cuddlier, Tooru hums it out. Even with the filthy last second addition to the comment. The pain he feels is going to last, given to him by a vampire. Strange, how any other vampire's injury would make him really feel the pain, but Hajime's felt like something else. Home? Probably was what that was. They really were that to one another, even after all these years.

But then he pouts, really seeing those scratches. Both guilt and pride is felt at how he'd managed to draw blood like that. He'd done so only a handful of times while still human, but now that he has claws both strong AND sharp enough to rip even tough skin apart? He'll have to be more careful in the future.]

Oh come oooonnnn, don't be a fussy mom about it... Lemme take care of you too. Can't I at least rinse and clean your back?

[The teenager he once was almost immediately springs to the surface, including sticking his tongue out childishly as well as the teasing mom comments.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime laughed under his breath. Honestly he hadn't really been after a second round. While he thought he could, he was actually looking forward to just settling down and holding Tooru in his arms. He just wished the water would hurry up so he could get his ass in and his lover back in his arms.

There was another soft chuckle that would have ended in a reassurance and a promise to let Tooru help him, had the little shit not called him 'mom'. That earned him a glare.]

Mom? Seriously? Is that your new skill? 'Mood killer'? I was going to let you fuss over me but now?

[He straightened his back and looked away... And winced when doing so pulled at the cuts on his back. Might his pain threshold was much higher than others, but his back still stung.

Hajime sighed.]

... Maybe I'll take that help after all.

[grandtrashking]

Oh come on, you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss me teasing you!

[There's a blindingly bright toothy smile full of mischief as he closes his eyes with it and cackles a bit. But then softens that expression when Hajime straightens his back and winces.

He knew that would happen, but he wasn't going to call him out on that. Instead he just holds out his hand for a washcloth with a look that won't take no for an answer.]

Washcloth, and some of the antiseptic under the sink. And then on your knees by the tub. No protesting this either.