Dog - Ruki Mukami x Ayato Sakamaki

Part 6

Author's Notes

It's the final chapter! (Do-do-do-do) Ayato's finally snapped, and Ruki's a bit of a yandere.

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Ruki's visits became more frequent, and he started acting different ... very different. He was more gentle with Ayato, not that he needed to be violent anymore, Ayato had stopped fighting.

They developed a routine of sorts. Ruki would feed Ayato, having to cut the skin of his wrist himself, as Ayato had become disinterested in biting him, and he then forced Ayato to drink. After that Ruki would have his fill, sinking into Ayato's neck or shoulder; Ayato didn't scream like he used to, now the only sounds he made were choked gasps. And Ruki always finished their time together with a kiss, the strong, metallic taste of blood, Ayato's blood, still coating his tongue.

Ayato couldn't remember anything before this, and he really didn't want to. He knew that the darkness had claimed his memories, but he didn't want to recover them, if there had been something better, he didn't want to know. The sound of footsteps, promising a break from the suffocating shadows and silence, was all Ayato had.

Somewhere, Ayato still knew that he should hate Ruki, but he couldn't bring himself to; Ruki was his everything.

Ruki couldn't explain his fixation on Ayato; was it his blood, that oh so sweet substance which he constantly craved, was it those beautiful green eyes, with a defeated and hopeless expression, or was it the way those eyes looked at him now, pleading and expectant? He didn't know. What he did know, was that Ayato was his, and he would never let him go.