Haru absentmindedly twirled the thick steel needle back and forth between his index finger and thumb. His left arm was behind his head, Ryoku asleep next to him. It had been almost two and a half months since their first escapade, and they had actually found themselves in one another's embrace more often than someone else's. Haru wasn't overly surprised, it was good sex, and about as addicting as a drug, really. It didn't matter how dangerous it got, at this point Haru wasn't sure he could stop if his life depended on it, regardless of how he felt about Ryo. He was addicted to this man.
It was almost enough for him to confess what he felt, but something held him back still. Haru had come to accept what he was, and what he did. Someone like him didn't really belong in a long-term relationship; things always ended up getting messy. Inevitably, Haru got bored. While he was fairly certain he was never going to get bored with Ryo, he was uncertain of the Minamoto's feelings on the subject, so he kept his mouth shut. But there were a great many other things he could talk to him about.
Like the favor he wanted to ask. Haru rolled, laying his upper body across Ryo's bare chest, nudging him in the process. "Hey, Ro-chan. Wake up." He grinned slightly as the male stirred, and held up the needle. "Wanna do me a favor?" After that, he stuck his tongue out, making it rather clear just what exactly he was asking; the steel needle really was only used for one thing, and it was decidedly not for sewing.
Ryoku lay, a content smile on his face as his chest gently rose with each breath he took. As of late, he had found himself more and more in the company of his cousin, Haru, than he had any other student, and he couldn't have cared less. He genuinely enjoyed being with Haru, more-so than any other person he'd ever been with. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he rolled to his side, keeping his eyes closed even after he heard Haru speaking to him. He let something of a whine and groan escape his lips as he cracked one eye open.
"Don't you know I'm not a morning person?" he stated, though it was already almost noon. He opened the other eye in time to see Haru stick his tongue out, holding out the needle for him to take. Ryoku took the object, stared at his cousin, and allowed a smirk to cross his features. He leaned in close, as if he were about to grab the tongue his cousin held out, however; he closed the distance between them, grabbing Haru's tongue and sliding his over it before pulling back. "I can think of other uses for that tongue of yours, but if this is what you want, then alright," he spoke.
He grabbed Haru's tongue, gently, and grabbed the needle and piercing that would need to be applied quickly. The moment his tongue was pierced, Haru's healing factor would kick in and heal it. In order for his tongue to be pierced, Ryoku would need to leave the needle in and slide it out as the piercing was pushed in. With that in mind, Ryoku pierced Haru's tongue as quickly as he could, sliding the needle out and putting the piercing in as fast as his natural speed allowed him to. "Well then, you might want to keep your tongue to yourself for awhile, and I suggest not mentioning it to Aunt Nicole. She...might not be the biggest fan, but," he drawled out, leaning close to Haru's face in the process and smirked.
"I like it."
It was a bit of an odd feeling, having a cold piece of metal sliding through your tongue, but it was also a rather erotic feeling. Haru didn't even flinch when Ryo pushed the needle through; growing up with a mother like Nicole, who made sure all three of ther children could shrug off the effect of her blood manipulation, you knew what pain felt like, and this was certainly not it. There was something just...utterly horrific about having your own blood move without your consent, bending to another's will.
He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, testing the new object as the last bits of his blood vanished and the piercing slowly healed. He grinned then; he liked it, too. As for his mother, well...he shrugged slightly. "Mom will juth have to get over it. Ath for what I can do with thith tongue..." He slid his leg across Ryo's waist and straddled him, bracing himself with his hands on his chest before leaning down.
He kissed him then, though it was quite a bit more gentle than he was used to, and it would have to be for a few days, unfortunately. Even so, the feeling of another tongue on the metal in his mouth combined with his own blood was...well, it was more than enough to get him going. He pulled back slightly, that dangerous grin on his face. "I had a feeling I wath going to like thith, but I think I undereth-timated juth how muth."
Ryoku rose an amused brow, watching as Haru straddled his waist, and placed his hands on the back of his head. He smirked against Haru's mouth when he leaned down and claimed his lips, and for a moment, let a content sigh pass through his nose before Haru pulled back. His smirk remained in place as he rolled his eyes at Haru's explanation. Nicole could be frightening (probably not so much as his father) when she wanted to be, and her ability only heightened that fear. Of course, thanks to the nullification he inherited from his mother, he didn't have to worry about that. But Haru didn't have what he had.
"It's your funeral," he replied with a careless note laced in his voice. His smirk widened to a grin before he flipped Haru over, pinning Haru beneath him and allowed his face to lean closer, his nose barely grazing against Haru's. "So, I guess I should take advantage of the time you have left to live," he stated, moving his head to the side of Haru's neck and trailed his tongue over it, nipping softly at the tender skin in the process. "So what does Haru want to do for the remaining time he has?"
Haru looked a bit surprised when Ryo flipped him over, however; he wasn't really surprised. It was simply how it worked between them. Haru smiled, shuddering when he felt the other man's tongue on his throat. His eyes slipped closed, looping his arms around Ryo's neck. He had been about to answer when his body went rigid, a particular scent hitting his nose, and his eyes snapped open, a glaringly furious shade of crimson. A growl escaped him as he let go of Ryoku, the shadows swallowing him. No one touched his sister and got away with it, he didn't care who it was. He reappeared outside of the academy, taking off in the direction he could smell Naya.
It was a gruesome scene. It also didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, at least with Farah. Under a full moon, she couldn't control it, and Naya had either not left or been too close and unaware. Haru gritt his teeth, but was slightly confused. The night was far from over, so why was Farah in her human form?
"Haru...?"
Her voice snapped him back into reality, and Haru was at his sister's side in an instant. He shrugged out of his shirt, laying it over Farah for now. He could smell Ryo not far; he could take care of his step-sister when he arrived. "Hey." he said softly, his eyes narrowing at her eye. For a second he wondered if she shared his ability, but no. The mark was different, and in her opposite eye. They locked eyes, and he felt it.
Something in his chest constricted, making it hard for him to breathe; it was very strange, it was as if he could feel himself...getting younger, and not in a good way, either. So Haru did the only think he could think of, and activated his left eye. He felt the pressure relieve in his chest, but the two powers were deadlocked; you could actually see time and space beginning to warp between them. Haru frowned. It would seem as if Naya's ability was the opposite of his; when they mereged, it caused instability in the fabric of time and space, and that was dangerous.
"Naya, you have to shut it off. Concentrate, let it slip away. I can't keep this up forever, and neither can you."
Naya looked scared. She didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't know what to do. Her head felt like it was going to split, and that strange look of the air between them, she didn't like. She shut her eyes, burying her face in her hands. Haru pulled at them, forcing her to look up at him, but in the end, he let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Hey, it's alright, Nana..."
Ryoku felt it the moment Haru's body went rigid beneath him, and his eyes snapped towards the window. That scent, those scents. He knew them, and he cursed beneath his breath when Haru left. He knew how protective of Naya he was, and that alone would cloud his judgement slightly. That sent a low growl down Ryoku's throat as he jumped out the window, applying the speed gifted to him at birth. He arrived at the scene to spot Naya and Haru seemingly caught in a stare off, and he glanced around and spotted Farah laying on the ground, Haru's jacket covering her form. He sighed softly through his nose as he walked to her side.
"I'm sorry, Far, for not being here when you needed it," he spoke gently, caressing her cheek softly and moving her snow white forelock to the side. He removed his outer shirt, since it was a bit larger and could cover more, and placed it over her, wrapping her up in it and carrying her in his arms. He glanced at Haru and Naya, watching the scene unfold. It seems Naya tapped into a similar ability as Haru's, and she couldn't control it. "I'm taking Farah back, take care of your sister," Ryoku stated in a calm tone. This night was going to be a long one, he could feel it.
It was almost enough for him to confess what he felt, but something held him back still. Haru had come to accept what he was, and what he did. Someone like him didn't really belong in a long-term relationship; things always ended up getting messy. Inevitably, Haru got bored. While he was fairly certain he was never going to get bored with Ryo, he was uncertain of the Minamoto's feelings on the subject, so he kept his mouth shut. But there were a great many other things he could talk to him about.
Like the favor he wanted to ask. Haru rolled, laying his upper body across Ryo's bare chest, nudging him in the process. "Hey, Ro-chan. Wake up." He grinned slightly as the male stirred, and held up the needle. "Wanna do me a favor?" After that, he stuck his tongue out, making it rather clear just what exactly he was asking; the steel needle really was only used for one thing, and it was decidedly not for sewing.
Ryoku lay, a content smile on his face as his chest gently rose with each breath he took. As of late, he had found himself more and more in the company of his cousin, Haru, than he had any other student, and he couldn't have cared less. He genuinely enjoyed being with Haru, more-so than any other person he'd ever been with. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he rolled to his side, keeping his eyes closed even after he heard Haru speaking to him. He let something of a whine and groan escape his lips as he cracked one eye open.
"Don't you know I'm not a morning person?" he stated, though it was already almost noon. He opened the other eye in time to see Haru stick his tongue out, holding out the needle for him to take. Ryoku took the object, stared at his cousin, and allowed a smirk to cross his features. He leaned in close, as if he were about to grab the tongue his cousin held out, however; he closed the distance between them, grabbing Haru's tongue and sliding his over it before pulling back. "I can think of other uses for that tongue of yours, but if this is what you want, then alright," he spoke.
He grabbed Haru's tongue, gently, and grabbed the needle and piercing that would need to be applied quickly. The moment his tongue was pierced, Haru's healing factor would kick in and heal it. In order for his tongue to be pierced, Ryoku would need to leave the needle in and slide it out as the piercing was pushed in. With that in mind, Ryoku pierced Haru's tongue as quickly as he could, sliding the needle out and putting the piercing in as fast as his natural speed allowed him to. "Well then, you might want to keep your tongue to yourself for awhile, and I suggest not mentioning it to Aunt Nicole. She...might not be the biggest fan, but," he drawled out, leaning close to Haru's face in the process and smirked.
"I like it."
It was a bit of an odd feeling, having a cold piece of metal sliding through your tongue, but it was also a rather erotic feeling. Haru didn't even flinch when Ryo pushed the needle through; growing up with a mother like Nicole, who made sure all three of ther children could shrug off the effect of her blood manipulation, you knew what pain felt like, and this was certainly not it. There was something just...utterly horrific about having your own blood move without your consent, bending to another's will.
He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, testing the new object as the last bits of his blood vanished and the piercing slowly healed. He grinned then; he liked it, too. As for his mother, well...he shrugged slightly. "Mom will juth have to get over it. Ath for what I can do with thith tongue..." He slid his leg across Ryo's waist and straddled him, bracing himself with his hands on his chest before leaning down.
He kissed him then, though it was quite a bit more gentle than he was used to, and it would have to be for a few days, unfortunately. Even so, the feeling of another tongue on the metal in his mouth combined with his own blood was...well, it was more than enough to get him going. He pulled back slightly, that dangerous grin on his face. "I had a feeling I wath going to like thith, but I think I undereth-timated juth how muth."
Ryoku rose an amused brow, watching as Haru straddled his waist, and placed his hands on the back of his head. He smirked against Haru's mouth when he leaned down and claimed his lips, and for a moment, let a content sigh pass through his nose before Haru pulled back. His smirk remained in place as he rolled his eyes at Haru's explanation. Nicole could be frightening (probably not so much as his father) when she wanted to be, and her ability only heightened that fear. Of course, thanks to the nullification he inherited from his mother, he didn't have to worry about that. But Haru didn't have what he had.
"It's your funeral," he replied with a careless note laced in his voice. His smirk widened to a grin before he flipped Haru over, pinning Haru beneath him and allowed his face to lean closer, his nose barely grazing against Haru's. "So, I guess I should take advantage of the time you have left to live," he stated, moving his head to the side of Haru's neck and trailed his tongue over it, nipping softly at the tender skin in the process. "So what does Haru want to do for the remaining time he has?"
Haru looked a bit surprised when Ryo flipped him over, however; he wasn't really surprised. It was simply how it worked between them. Haru smiled, shuddering when he felt the other man's tongue on his throat. His eyes slipped closed, looping his arms around Ryo's neck. He had been about to answer when his body went rigid, a particular scent hitting his nose, and his eyes snapped open, a glaringly furious shade of crimson. A growl escaped him as he let go of Ryoku, the shadows swallowing him. No one touched his sister and got away with it, he didn't care who it was. He reappeared outside of the academy, taking off in the direction he could smell Naya.
It was a gruesome scene. It also didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, at least with Farah. Under a full moon, she couldn't control it, and Naya had either not left or been too close and unaware. Haru gritt his teeth, but was slightly confused. The night was far from over, so why was Farah in her human form?
"Haru...?"
Her voice snapped him back into reality, and Haru was at his sister's side in an instant. He shrugged out of his shirt, laying it over Farah for now. He could smell Ryo not far; he could take care of his step-sister when he arrived. "Hey." he said softly, his eyes narrowing at her eye. For a second he wondered if she shared his ability, but no. The mark was different, and in her opposite eye. They locked eyes, and he felt it.
Something in his chest constricted, making it hard for him to breathe; it was very strange, it was as if he could feel himself...getting younger, and not in a good way, either. So Haru did the only think he could think of, and activated his left eye. He felt the pressure relieve in his chest, but the two powers were deadlocked; you could actually see time and space beginning to warp between them. Haru frowned. It would seem as if Naya's ability was the opposite of his; when they mereged, it caused instability in the fabric of time and space, and that was dangerous.
"Naya, you have to shut it off. Concentrate, let it slip away. I can't keep this up forever, and neither can you."
Naya looked scared. She didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't know what to do. Her head felt like it was going to split, and that strange look of the air between them, she didn't like. She shut her eyes, burying her face in her hands. Haru pulled at them, forcing her to look up at him, but in the end, he let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Hey, it's alright, Nana..."
Ryoku felt it the moment Haru's body went rigid beneath him, and his eyes snapped towards the window. That scent, those scents. He knew them, and he cursed beneath his breath when Haru left. He knew how protective of Naya he was, and that alone would cloud his judgement slightly. That sent a low growl down Ryoku's throat as he jumped out the window, applying the speed gifted to him at birth. He arrived at the scene to spot Naya and Haru seemingly caught in a stare off, and he glanced around and spotted Farah laying on the ground, Haru's jacket covering her form. He sighed softly through his nose as he walked to her side.
"I'm sorry, Far, for not being here when you needed it," he spoke gently, caressing her cheek softly and moving her snow white forelock to the side. He removed his outer shirt, since it was a bit larger and could cover more, and placed it over her, wrapping her up in it and carrying her in his arms. He glanced at Haru and Naya, watching the scene unfold. It seems Naya tapped into a similar ability as Haru's, and she couldn't control it. "I'm taking Farah back, take care of your sister," Ryoku stated in a calm tone. This night was going to be a long one, he could feel it.