Bite Me | YuWin

[11] pulsated

"Tell me about your human life," Sicheng asked, as they trudged through the cold air. "What is there to say about such a short time? My dear." And he looked at him with something he'd never had for his maker, adoration.

"Well, what'd you do for some extra clams?" Yuta had a bit of a pondering expression. "Clams? I do not recall having eaten them in my time as a human."

Sicheng abruptly giggled, though he couldn't resist but find it quite charming, he was still confused. "Why may you be laughing?" The younger vampire had to calm his chuckling, only worsened by Yuta's visible annoyance.

"Clams is what the englanders call sterling." The years do surely fly when kept as an immortal, Yuta had not kept up with the slang of the times. "Oh..." Is the simple remark he'd made after learning.

"Well..." Albeit the recent conflicts between Japan and China, not to mention the Second World War, Yuta was understandably hesitant to speak upon such a culturally significant existence, as it had derived from a place of such regard.

"I was a samurai." Sicheng was surprised. He knew he was an assassin, but thought he was only good at it due to his vampiric abilities. Now, now things had been further contextualized in a way that caught Sicheng by surprise.

"So, you lived in Japan throughout your entire human life?" He nodded. "I was quite loyal to my country before the meiji restoration." They continued to stroll through the evening streets, but no matter how cold the weather had been, the coldness did not feel uncomfortable.

What would normally make most cover up in their warmest coat only felt like a refreshing breeze. It was nice, the colder it got, the more Sicheng enjoyed their nights out. He felt grateful that tonight Yuta did not have to work, as this was a much needed break for the both of them.

"How was it like, darling? Before you had to come to this continent?" Though he would've been unable to answer in a manner with such intrigue as Yuta, he would entertain a suffice answer.

"I... I did not live a fruitful life. I stayed inside, I was too sick. My parents were poverty stricken, and they had a difficult time taking care of me." Yuta felt saddened, immediately. His empathy was unrelenting within Sicheng, he would never regret his first fledgling, regardless of if their love flames vanquished.

He brought Sicheng in for a kiss, bitter, yet sweet. Physical affection was his way of trying to make things... Better, a uniquely human habit of his.

No matter how much the beautiful moonlight shined, nothing was as definitively beautiful as Sicheng, not even his creator.

"I would love to... Bring you back to your continent. Let you experience the culture you never got to taste." Sicheng omitted a faint smile, and diverted his gaze towards the ground.

"Thank you, Master." He uttered, soft, faint. "Anything for you, my dear." Words that had been spoken to him in the juvenile stage of his vampirism, a creature of habit.

"We may go when the war ends." In reference to the civil war that had tore the people of China apart, it would not be an everlasting one though, especially not to a vampire.

Their feet strolled in unison, Sicheng had more of his vampiric blood than his own human blood, after all. So much of him was Yuta, as well. And yet, Yuta kept walls in between the two of them.

But why? Sicheng wondered. Why was it that he found himself being more raw, showing more of his true emotions, than Yuta would reciprocate?

Perhaps he'd existed for too many centuries, experienced more pain than the pain that invaded Sicheng's mortal body. A pain unimaginable to a young Sicheng, an 84 year difference in age creating a gap between the two.

But, but Sicheng still wanted to prod. He yearned to understand his lover in a better light, yearned to explore every detail that Yuta's vast existence.

And so, he tried to ask one more question, one that would be the end of his curiosities for that night. He just wanted to know one thing; "Who was your creator? Was it your boss?" Yuta stopped in his tracks.

An expression spawned on his face, as if he'd seen a ghost. "N-No, no..." His voice quivered, as he shook his head. "Baekhyun is not like my creator, not at all. They are vast in their differences."

He seemed very persistent, in his assertions. And it alluded to an idea, one that Sicheng could see for a long time, Yuta hated Baekhyun.

"My creator... He was utterly beautiful, like you. I loved him a great bit, but he was a man who knew no bounds. And it destroyed him."

That was the most Yuta had ever gave him, possibly the most he would ever give him. And for Sicheng, it was enough. Though, it only aided in his insecurities.

Maybe it was naive to assume he'd been the first, Yuta had been alive as long as the lightbulb had existed. But, Sicheng wondered if Yuta had tried to replace his creator, if he'd ever be able to fill those shoes.

He held Yuta, tighter than ever before. But it wasn't exclusive to the purpose of consolation, if he let go, he was afraid that Yuta might fly away, faster than a butterfly.

"I will love you more than he ever did, Master." He meant it, his love for Yuta was consuming, pulsating through his blood at all times. Though, he wondered if Yuta felt the same, if his creator pulsated through him, the way he pulsated through Sicheng.