Fated Immortals (Soukoku)

Chapter 2

Immortals and Vampires once roamed the world. Immortals being creatures with special blood that allows them to heal themselves from any kind of injury. They were a rare species and the price tag which came with their blood line was that they were hunted.

By humans to be specific. 

Mostly due to their blood and internal organs. Both wielding the power to be immortal. Humans, fearful of death, wanted this ability to never die. As long as their brain and heart is salvaged, they never die. Often captured and having their blood drained. Even worst, kept alive, isolated and getting their organs harvested and sold in the black market.

The black market was a horrible place, full of witches and enchantresses that have been long extinct as the human race soon overpopulated the world and other species were kicked out, hunted and killed.

Vampires who were known for their strength and iconic fangs were one of the common species but they were also hunted by the humans. Unlike Immortals, they could not heal as fast and a bullet through their heart could be fatal. Therefore, they were easier to kill and the majority of the vampire race died, leaving only a few left. 

Despite the coming years, humans still hunt for both immortals and vampires. However, the humans were naïve, thinking all were gone and extinct from their society. However, the two races, Immortals and Vampires were still walking among all of us. 

You just don't know it...

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Yawning, the brunette wore his beige coat as his eyes wearily glanced at the ginger who was sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at him. 

"Something in your mind?" Dazai asked Chuuya who shook his head as he stood up, walking towards the brunette who knew what was in the ginger's mind and dodged the older's grip.

"No way...I finally wore my clothes."

Chuuya snorted, "You can adjust it again. We aren't rushing anywhere." 

Noticing the ginger approaching himself, the brunette outstretched his bandaged arms. The ginger had no idea why the other still wore bandages, it's not like there were any scars or wounds on his body he had to hide. I guess he was just comfortable with it.

Lightly pushing the other way, Dazai chuckled, "No means no. You don't have self control in the morning."

"I do!" The ginger scoffed as his hands flew to his hips.

"Says the one that can't handle his liquor."

"Your blood is nicer though so you can't compare." The ginger smirked as the brunette rolled his eyes. Dazai took the chance and ran towards the main door. It was futile and he knew it. His mate was way faster. Almost immediately, Chuuya was in front of the younger. He looked at his fingernails in boredom before he looked up at the brunette in confidence. 

"Do that and I'll jump out of the window to escape." Dazai used his thumb to point at the window. 

"And I'll catch you and bend you over our kitchen island and ram into you for hours. I dare you to jump out of the window. I dare you..."

"Horny bastard." The brunette exclaimed as flailed his hands as a sign to give up. He plopped down onto the edge of the bed, gesturing for the ginger to come. Chuuya smirked, he won, like always. Dazai already knew he couldn't win against his mate. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop nor deny Chuuya when the older is thirsting for blood.

The ginger licked his lips in arousal as he took his on sweet time to walk to the other. Lifting the younger up, he carried the brunette by a strong, firm grip by the waist and he impatiently pulled the brunette's neatly done collar down Dazai's shoulder, unwrapping a few layers of bandages, cursing at it silently to himself. His fangs emerged as he sunk his fangs into the pale ivory skin, blood immediately trailing down the brunette's collarbone as he savoured the sweet, warm blood of his mate that he relished every time. He felt the other shiver slightly, gripping onto his shoulders for support. 

Finally satisfied with the amount of blood he took, he released the other, licking his fangs a few times before it was replaced with human teeth. A common disguise vampires used to hide their true identity. He felt the other slowly and hesitantly let go of him. However, he smiled when he heard the familiar whining from the brunette, "See! No self-control!" He smirked as he let go Dazai slowly, ensuring the other could support himself. His eyes trailed to the puncture holes which were long gone, not trace of it at all. 

"You always give in to me though..." The ginger retorted, helping to adjust the brunette's slightly wrinkled collar. When he was done, he intertwined hands with the brunette who was still complaining about his addiction with blood.

"Correction. Addiction with your blood." The ginger said with a confident side glance. 

The brunette rolled his eyes, "Shut up, let's go."