The Servant's Lies (Diabolik Lovers)

Chapter 4

Warning :: Could be triggering !
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    Tetsuo woke up on the cold floor. Not grasping what had happened, his breathing became heavy as he looked at the chain around his wrist and he bit down on the cloth in his mouth.
"I was kind of hoping you'd stay awake this time." Tetsuo looked up to see Reiji sitting in a fancy chair, legs crossed and hands folded.
Even now, Tetsuo's body couldn't handle half the concoctions Reiji put into him. Tetsuo weakly whimpered as Reiji stood and slowly came to his side.
The vampire grabbed a fist full of the others hair, pulling him up. Studying the wolf's face, Reiji let out a satisfied hum. "I believe you are to tend to Ayato now." He gave a smirk before unwrapping the cloth and unhooking the chain. He then slipped out of the room without another word.
Tetsuo sat on the floor for a bit, attempting to catch his breath and rack his brain for what had happened. He could remember nothing after being pulled into the dimly lit room.
Tetsuo sighed before slowly getting to his feet. He found his shirt, that he didn't even realize was gone, lying over the back of the chair Reiji was just in. Pulling the fabric over his head, he made his way to the door.
He'd have to go look for Ayato—
"It took you long enough. Make me my takoyaki." Ayato stood outside the door, keeping his eyes away from the wolf.
     "Yes...I'm sorry." Tetsuo mumbled, looking at the redhead. The wolf was ready to make his way to the kitchen but he stopped when Ayato abruptly turned to stare him down.
     The vampires mouth hung open slightly, his eyes trained on the other. He wanted to say something, but he didn't really know what. In his confusion, he settled for a glare.
     Tetsuo frowned slightly; not because of his glare, or the throbbing pain in his head and chest, but because he could see the battle Ayato was having with himself. It was plain as day to the wolf. He had gotten so used to the vampires, he knew when something was wrong. Tetsuo knew the anguish shown in Ayato's eyes were no different then that sad night with Shu, or upon his own arrival.
    At Ayato's even more threatening look, Tetsuo turned away and went to the kitchen, closely followed by the vampire.

Tetsuo wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. He sighed and pushed Ayato's second plate of takoyaki to him. "Is that all?" Ayato raised an eyebrow.
Tetsuo looked away a bit, "we're running out of ingredients." Ayato started eating, ignoring his statement. He then raised his hand, waving the wolf off.
Tetsuo turned back to the kitchen and took off the apron he had on. He set it across the counter and turned around to leave. Thankfully, no one was waiting behind him; meaning he could go lay down.
He trekked up the stairs to his room, leaning on the door before actually swinging it open. "Took you long enough."
     Tetsuo let out an exasperated groan, before closing the door behind him. He looked up, leaning back on the door, staring at Laito.
"What do you need, Laito?" Tetsuo asked, not meaning to sound as annoyed as he did. Laito frowned at him before slowly removing his fedora. He started walking closer to the wolf while he removed his jacket.
"I'm still fucking pissed at you, but your body is here now and I simply can't miss out on this opportunity. Who knows when you'll leave again." Laito huffed, moving to his belt.
"I'm not leaving any time soon." He whispered loud enough to be heard. A lie. But Laito wouldn't forget the words. "But wait a minute... you can't just—"
"I can't just what?" Laito said, grabbing Tetsuo's wrist and pushing him up against the door.
"You..." Was all the wolf could mumble as he looked into Laito's cold eyes. The vampire smirked and pulled at the other males shirt before forcing the black fabric off of him.
"You know you can't stop me... so there's no point in fighting it." He pushed Tetsuo's small body against the door, attacking his pale neck. He left a dark bruise before looking back at the other; quite pleased with his scrunched up face. He still does it. Laito almost smiled at the thought before frowning.
"And this doesn't change anything between us." Tetsuo whined quietly; he didn't want this. Not now.
"Wait, Laito please don't—" He cut himself off with a yelp as Laito pushed him roughly onto the bed. Laito smirked devilishly.
"All I heard was please." Tetsuo's eyes went wide as Laito pulled off his own belt before unbuttoning the wolf's pants. Tetsuo shook his head and tried to push the vampires hands away.
There may have been consent for this at one point in his life, but this was not one of the times. 3 years ago was not now.
Laito made a face at his protests before yanking Tetsuo's pants down with his boxers, leaving scratch marks on his body.
Tetsuo hissed at the vampires force, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He frowned and tried to move his legs away from the other, attempting to curl up.
"Please stop Laito..I don't—" "Shut up!" Laito growled at him, balling fists into the sheets in anger.
Laito glared at the male below him, almost not caring that he had started to tremble and his face had become red. Almost.
The vampire looked at the already puffy eyes, once again swelling with tears. He watched as his lip quivered as it always did when he was overwhelmed. He listened to the wolf's rugged breathing and rapidly beating heart, recalling how soft his breaths were and how calming his heartbeat was when they were relaxing.
Laito slowly let his grasp on the sheets go as he looked down to the smaller males chest. He noticed the way his collarbone stuck out more than it used to, how his ribs protruded more than they should. He couldn't help but run his hand across the fragile wolf, a pained expression on his face.
He frowned even more at the noticeable jump from Tetsuo at the feel of his long fingers. He never used to do that, Laito declared in his thoughts.
Tetsuo only stared with blurry eyes at the vampire above him. He made the slightest movement of pulling his legs closer to him, then Laito was gone.
Tetsuo looked around his room, pulling the sheet and blanket to cover himself, letting out a small sigh.
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Prolly ooc and sorry for slow updates !