Dog - Ruki Mukami x Ayato Sakamaki

Part 4

Author's Notes

I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, this is a direct continuation on the last part.

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Ruki watched the image before him. It was breathtaking; Ayato's hair was slightly matted, and sweat from the beatings made it stick to his skin, his green eyes, that once held vibrant hues, had dulled. They were reminiscent of a dark and misty woodland, the kind you would be lost in, hopelessly searching for a way out, but would never be able to leave.

Ruki was almost a victim to the forest. The confusion in those eyes was positively intoxicating, much like the blood he had tasted only moments ago; he already wanted more.

A sudden sting brought Ruki from his thoughts; Ayato had made a fresh wound in his finger. Ruki attempted to withdraw his hand, but Ayato's fangs prevented it, still buried in the flesh. Being neglected for so long made him ravenous, and impatient. Ruki despised impatience.

Ruki scowled at Ayato, who didn't see, as he was still drowning himself with Ruki's blood, his eyes closed in satisfaction.

Ruki dropped his chin, and his hand struck Ayato's face with a harsh slap, forcing the fangs from his skin as Ayato's head was thrown to the side. Ruki watched him, waiting for some kind of rebellion, but none came.

"Look at me," Ruki ordered.

Ayato slowly complied, bitterness evident in the gaze he sent from beneath his unkempt bangs, his lips parted slightly. Ruki adored the expression.

Grasping his chin again, Ruki forced Ayato to face him fully. As he leaned in Ayato struggled, which made Ruki tighten his hold, and he hissed, "Stay."

Ayato's eyes widened; that was another command, and he knew what happened when he didn't listen to them, but at the same time, he didn't want Ruki so close to him.

The hand moved up his face, settling under his ear and reestablishing its grip; Ayato didn't resist, though his head was screaming to turn and bite the hand, shake it off, do something. He clenched his jaw, waiting for Ruki to bite him again; that's what he thought Ruki was going to do anyway.

"Ah ah," Ruki muttered, voice disturbingly soft, as he placed a thumb on Ayato's lips, pushing gently. "I said stay, didn't I? You moved. I'll give you a warning this time, since you've been so good." Ruki leaned to his ear, adding in a whisper, "You know what will happen if you try to disobey me again."

Ruki pried Ayato's mouth open, which wasn't difficult since Ayato was currently in shock at the sudden change in behavior, and his tongue pushed past two pairs of fangs, exploring, memorizing, marking the new territory.

Ayato closed his eyes, maybe he could pretend it was a hot girl if he just shut off the view in front of him. But he had a hard time remembering what girls looked like, he hadn't seen another being in ... how long had it been? All he could remember, all he could think of, was Ruki.

Ruki would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the stolen kiss, even if Ayato was unresponsive to his movements; it was better than potentially being bitten.

His eyes remained open, studying the face only a breath away from his own. He wanted to see those beautiful green eyes again, to see what wondrous concoction they held now, but they were screwed shut.

The kiss, if you could call it that, was painstakingly slow and impassive. It seemed to go on forever, it was like an itch Ayato couldn't scratch, and he simply had to endure it, waiting for Ruki to be satisfied.

Finally pulling away, Ruki carelessly dropped his hands, and Ayato's head fell.