homophobia - oh-god-oh-fuck

homophobia

roleplay / oh-god-oh-fuck

Being a great and formidable vampire did not come without its downsides. For one, Keito was quite used to pesky vampire hunters and innocent fools coming to bother him. He just wanted some peace and quiet - It simply wasn’t his fault he had to consume blood in order to survive, and when the livestock he kept didn’t cut it, he had other places to turn. He was quite reclusive as well, and it wasn’t his fault this night that he found himself at the hands of one of these incorrigible humans. He’d been minding his own business and frequenting one of his favorite places to find unassuming victims - One of the local churches near his forest. Unfortunately, it looks like he’d been caught. Keito pondered once again how he’d gotten into this situation as he stood cornered in one of the church corridors, caught in the act by some random passerby. It was far too late for Keito to make excuses - He’d already bit his victim, a young man who had been visiting the church and mistaken Keito for a priest thanks to a little magic trick of the vampire’s. The corridor lead to a dead end, so Keito was essentially trapped between this young man and the other person who had walked in on them. It was Keito’s fault for not picking a better spot, but when he smelled the scent of blood he simply couldn’t help himself. Hissing at Kaoru, he dropped his unconscious victim and prepared to dispose of his soon to be second.

All things considered, this mission was simple. An in and out journey in order to document some of the burials within the recently uncovered crypt (and ensure nothing… supernatural was lingering below the building). Despite the inherent simplicity of the mission, however, there was some underlying fear. Kaoru had grown accustomed to busy missions, ones in which he never had the chance to even sit down. This one seemed a little different. He'd been sent on many missions alone, but never to this level of blatant busy work. Normally, this sort of mission wouldn’t spark fear in him, but his gut had told him to stay back. Steeling his nerves, he chose to push ahead anyway. Logically, there was nothing to fear, and he either had to face the mission or the wrath of his father. He chose the mission. Entering the church was much easier than his fears told him. He stepped into the building, eyes scanning the area. He took a step towards the apse of the church, pausing a moment before he continued to approach the altar. The entrance should have been easy to find, but something caught his attention that had little to do with the mission. It was a soft sound, but one he couldn’t ignore. A soft sound of protest, almost… it would have been a cry for help. And that immediately was far more important. He drew his knife from the holster on his thigh. A thin silver dagger that seemed to glint in the dim lighting of the church. It was his weapon of choice, although he was decently versed with other weapons. A quick glance at his watch told him it was far too late for anyone to be lingering if they weren’t a priest or working for the church. And he really doubted that a priest would be the cause of that.

4:59 PM

Turning the corner into a corridor, Kaoru paused upon seeing... the vampire if the blood trailing down his chin was any indication. His heart dropped, and he clenched his teeth together, scowling at him. He twirled the knife in his grip, a little too cocky with how he handled the weapon as he flipped it over in his hand, landing right back in his grip. He let his arm drop down by his side, fingers curling just a bit tighter around the handle of the knife as he continued to walk towards him. He paused about halfway down the hallway, offering a smug grin as he looked over the creature and it’s victim. How unfortunate. He’d put himself in such a precarious position. “Awe-” Immediately he was taunting him, leaning forward just a bit as his eyes scanned over him. “Scared of a little hunter?” He shifted slightly, legs slightly apart as he readied himself, ready to attack as soon as the vampire made the first move. “You seemed so confident feeding on him~” He nodded a head towards his victim, making a note to call someone to help him get the guy out of here after he’d decapitated this vampire.

Keito lets the poor man fall to the ground, watching him collapse in an unconscious heap. He wasn’t dead, but he might die if he didn’t get medical attention soon. None of Keito’s concern - All he had to worry about right now was this bothersome sight in front of him. “And who are you?” Keito draws himself up to his full height (which isn’t that impressive, he’s around the same height as this human cornering him) and stares down Kaoru. “I’ve never seen or heard of someone like you around these parts.” Keito takes a single step forward, taking a look at the weapon in Kaoru’s hand. He could take this pathetic mortal in a fight if need be, but he’d much rather not dirty his hands. Stepping over the unconscious man’s body, Keito stopped walking, observing the other, before dashing at him with some kind of superhuman speed, aiming his sharp nails for the neck.

Oh. This was far more than exciting. He hadn't had a good fight in what felt like ages, and it seemed that this vampire wouldn't hold back on him. He was looking forward to this. Training couldn't compare to the feeling of his blade sinking into skin. Much less the feeling of standing over a demon or vampire in victory. What he wasn't expecting was the sudden rush forward from him. Not that he minded. He was as quick on his feet, attempting to dart out of the way. It wasn't fast enough, however, the sudden movement happening a little quicker than he expected -- just how old was this vampire, anyway? His shoulder caught the vampire's, and he winced, swearing that his nails had scraped at his neck. Nothing lethal, thankfully, nor did he think he'd drawn any blood. The hand that was unarmed coming up quickly to attempt to steady himself and hit back at the creature. His fingers curled over his shoulder, blunt nails digging into the fabric as he twisted before shoving him. Hard. He was trying to get the vampire up against the wall, and with any luck, his back would slam against the wall. Luckily for both of them, churches tended to be pretty sturdy. Had this been any normal sort of drywall, he might have been worried that he'd go right through the thin wall. Instead, he got to hear the harsh thud of bones against the stone. His eyes darted over his face, a smug grin playing on his lips. The blonde once more flipped the knife in his hand, haphazardly twirling the handle of the blade between his fingers. It was nothing particularly dangerous, just a bit show-offy if anything. More of a threat than a proper action, hoping that the dim light would bring just enough attention to the silver weapon. He could finally respond, chuckling softly at the man now in front of him. "What? Never heard of a hunter?" That was... definitely unexpected and he could only hope that the vampire was joking. How could any of his colleagues have let a vampire live for this long?

7:32 AM

"Who am I? Could ask you the same question. What name would you want on your grave~?" He wasn't quite out of breath, but the sudden movement had thrown him off just slightly, but it wasn't enough to stop him from running his mouth. "I'll just guess if you don't feel like saying." (edited)

Keito knew well enough not to move as Kaoru slammed him against the wall, causing Keito to hear a crack as he hits the stone - He’s sure his body will mend itself in time, but for now he was stuck as he feels something broken. All he can do is look into the other’s eyes and overconfident smile as he waits for it to repair itself. “I have no interest in telling something like you what I want on my grave.” Keito hisses, “It’s a shame you haven’t heard of me.” It’s true, he’s an older vampire, but his reclusiveness seems to be keeping him from catching up with the ways of the world. No one had heard of him anymore, how sad. And now he was going to die alone in a church killed by some overly confident pretty boy. He looks to the cut he’s made on Kaoru’s neck, and he can smell the faintest whiff of what he so desperately was seeking that night, what had been so rudely ripped away from him by this man. Desperate times call for humiliating measures. “Perhaps we can reach a deal, little hunter.” Keito’s seen fiercer hunters, even if he’s a recluse. It’s only by a stroke of luck Kaoru caught him here. “You will let me finish my victim off and we go our separate ways. After all, since when have you hunters had any regard for life? I was under the impression you all did it to collectively jerk each other off with praise after each kill.” Despite being a fairly old vampire, Keito could be… vulgar in his own way. He was practically begging Kaoru to make another move, curious to see what buttons of the other’s he could press. Might as well go out with a bang if he’s going to die. (edited)

How refreshing. He felt as if it had been far too long since he'd had someone refer to him so dismissively. Dealing with all these fledglings was grating on his patience, and even if this had been by accident... It was a chance he almost certainly wasn't willing to give up. The hunter rolled his eyes at the statement, giving him a dismissive shrug of his shoulders at the assumptions. He'd heard far worse about hunters, but when his job was to kill creatures like this it seemed obvious that most of them wouldn't have the kindest view on them, even if what they were doing was necessary. The knife came up quickly, and with the otherwise silent church it almost made a sound as it sliced through the air, resting the sharp end of the blade just under his chin. He pressed gently into the skin, not enough to cut but enough to be a real threat if Keito were to move his head at all. It was collateral, in some twisted sense of the word. He knew if he did anything irrational, he'd get a pair of claws right back in his neck, and now the vampire, hopefully, knew that his movements were limited as well. A scowl played on his lips, and he resisted the urge to bite back with a snarky comment. Look, he had some self control, okay? Just not when it actually mattered. "I'd rather not let you go." His hand pressed forward a bit, pressing him just a bit further into the wall. "I kill because I need to. Once I have your throat cut open, I'll help him-" He nodded back towards the guy on the floor, the slight movement just a little too quick, that long cut down his neck beginning to bead with blood. He didn't seem to notice it, even if he could feel the sting of the cold air against the cut. It wasn't anything important to him at the moment, focusing on the vampire instead.

8:30 AM

"I'll try again. You really should thank me for being so kind~" His expression dropped, deadpan as he stared at him. "Name. Age. Why the hell you're here. And then I slit your throat and go on with my day. How's that?" He finished off the statement with a far too bright grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, fingers curling a little tighter around the blade, knuckles beginning to whiten.

Keito was barely listening to Kaoru’s comments, his eyes glancing towards the open cut on Kaoru’s neck. He was fixated on it, all former snarky comments completely left him as his brain switches off. However, he’s still got a knife against his neck, and there isn’t much he can do. He tests his ability to move subtly, tilting his head just enough to draw a single bead of blood before deciding to stop. The tiny amount of pain only furthers his need to stare at the cut. He averts his eyes for a second, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “… You tease.” He scowls, finally snapping out of it and looking back at Kaoru. He really needs to get out more - The need to suck this man dry was suddenly overtaking Keito, and he almost felt some human sense of shame at the desperation. “You have no reason to act so superior, human. You’re bleeding, aren’t you?” In a swift motion, Keito raises his arm, clasping Kaoru’s shoulder with the cut. He doesn’t make any movements otherwise, but there’s a hunger in his eyes as he looks at Kaoru, choosing to ignore how the knife digs further into his skin as he holds on.

Had Kaoru had more than one braincell, he might have taken that brief moment of pause as his opportunity to strike. It was the perfect moment in between snarky comments, and it would have been so easy for him to dig the blade into his flesh and rip out his throat. But, naturally, he didn't. Hesitation was his downfall, and he'd been in trouble on more than one occasion for that. And it seemed that didn't even stop here, in the middle of a church when the vampire had a far better chance of besting him than vice versa. Hearing Keito's voice seemed to drag him out of his thoughts, pushing him back into the real world. The unfortunately real world where he had a knife to the throat of some asshole and a half dead churchgoer somewhere behind him. He really needed to learn how to minimize causalities before they could even get to this point. He tensed as the hand grabbed his shoulder, and the quick yank away he tried to pull only seemed to tug open the cut a little further, blood trickling down his neck and getting caught in the high neck of his shirt. He shot him a glare, pressing the blade a little further in in order to break skin and watch his blood bead at the end of the blade. "A tease?" He questioned, and had he had a free hand he'd have easily wiped away the blood. It seemed he was intent on keeping him here, however. "Sorry, your aim sucks. If you were smart you'd have tried to claw my eyes out before I could get to you- ah, sorry, didn't catch your name~?"

“I have no intention of giving you my name.” Keito responds, glaring at Kaoru. As delicious as the other smells, he does realize that the weapon Kaoru has is silver - This really was a hunter. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Keito brings his foot back with great effort, cracking some of the stones in the wall, and slams it onto Kaoru’s shin, using the force to propel himself to the side and away from Kaoru. He doesn’t even look back to see if the other’s recovered or not from the blow, instead running into the main room of the church and wildly glancing around. He’s not going to hide like a coward, but the silver inflicted wound isn’t healing as fast as he’d like it to. However. He can still smell Kaoru, and worst of all, something’s strange about this one. His blood doesn’t smell entirely human, almost… Sweeter. It’s what compels Keito to take the few steps back to the corridor, curious as to where the sweet scented man had gone off to. Maybe that’s why he’d gone so crazy when he drew just a tiny bit before. Kaoru was right, he should have just killed the hunter the moment he saw him. It would’ve saved him from having this ridiculous craving he was getting. “Hunter.” Keito calls down the corridor, unsure as to where Kaoru has even gone. With his night vision, he doesn’t spot the other there anymore, but he couldn’t have gone far. “I have a proposition for you. My deal is this - You will let me have a small amount of your blood, and I won’t visit this town ever again.” Once again, he’s not quite thinking straight, but can you blame him?

Kaoru stumbled a step or two back at the kick, wincing. He nearly let go of his knife in the shock, but found that it was the only thing he could really hold onto in the rush of everything that had just happened. The kick (hopefully) wasn't enough to break anything, but damn did it sting like a motherfucker. He reached up to wipe at the blood on his neck with the sleeve of his jacket, ignoring that he'd have to deal with the blood in the leather later. Finally, it seemed to trickle to a stop. Although the wound was still open, it was more just stained with blood rather than actively dripping. His first move was not to follow the vampire, as smart as that would be, but he kneeled down by the man that the vampire seemed to have been feeding off of. A quick check for a pulse alerted him that he was still alive, even if his breathing had slowed down significantly. He put his knife back into his holster, moving the guy into a better position so he'd hopefully wake up. He'd have taken him to get help sooner, but... The vampire was more important. Luckily for him, however, it seemed that the vampire was more than happy to double back for him. Despite everything that just happened. As soon as the voice grew closer, he ducked into a small alcove in the wall right by the entrance to the hallway. Just enough to be hidden, but as soon as he came closer he knew he'd be found out. It wasn't a hiding spot so much as a spot in which he could take a brief moment to weigh his options. Was this guy a masochist or just an idiot? Rolling his eyes at the deal, he just shook his head -- having completely forgotten that it wasn't as if he could be seen from the little alcove he'd tucked himself in. (edited)

7:42 AM

He left his knife sheathed, but did brush his fingers over the handle as if to make sure it was still there. Surprise was what he was going for, and so he counted slowly to five before he darted back out towards him. Much like before, he was quick to grab his shoulder, leg kicking out to try and swipe his legs out from under him. His shove was a little harsher this time, knocking the man onto the ground. He didn't stay standing for long either, straddling his hips. With his hands free, however, he could grab his wrists, holding them just in front of Keito's chest, leaning his weight there to hold his hands there. "I have a name you know. Hunter's not the nicest way to refer to me~" He chuckled, digging blunt nails into his wrist. "Your deal sucks, just by the way. I'm not too keen on letting you skip town. I want you dead, vampire."

As he’s tackled, Keito tries to fight back, but he just ends up tearing the wound at his neck open again after it had begun to heal up, causing him to fall onto the ground with a cough and a sputter as blood began to pool around him on the floor. He barely has time to register what’s going on until Kaoru straddles him, causing him to hiss and get away, but it’s far, far too late for that. Keito thrashes on the ground, but the cut to his neck has taken up most of the energy his body has, and he can’t even muster the strength to break out of Kaoru’s grasp. Yes, he was an idiot, yes there was a genuine chance that this human could kill him in the state he’s in, but… Well, he didn’t really have any excuse. “You hypocrite,” Keito hisses as Kaoru talks, narrowing his eyes, “What’s your name then? I’d love to know the name of the person about to kill me.” The heavy sarcasm coating his voice is also mixed with annoyance as he tries to flex his wrists a couple times, but he can’t break out at all. “If you wanted me dead, you would’ve killed me by now. Do all hunters nowadays like playing with their food this much?”

Kaoru would have felt a little bit guilty at how he coughed if it hadn't been this specific vampire. He'd been nothing but rude towards him since the two had first come across one another. At least other vampires had the common sense to just run. Or put a better foot forward in their attack. This guy, however? Pathetic. He didn't even know why he was toying with him. "Awe~? Not enjoying this little game of cat and mouse we've got going?" He asked, using his free hand to pull the blade from its sheathe again. "After all the effort I put in too... Just me. I like to have a bit of fun. All you bloodsuckers are fun to mess with." He trailed off, staring at his reflection in the blade. The cut was far bigger than he'd have liked. Ugh. He made a note to bandage it up properly later. He wiped it off on the thigh of his pants, cleaning off any leftover blood easily. "I'll tell you my name, yes." He paused, "Hakaze. Kaoru." He turned the blade over in his hands, "Now give me yours, will you?" He said, looking back at the vampire's face. His expression was pretty neutral, nearly deadpan as he wanted for something else from him. "You promised so sweetly, it'd be such a shame to kill you before I got your last words and your name~ We'll call it a parting gift."

"Hasumi." He says, scowling once again. "Keito. I doubt you've heard of me - No mortal nowadays has. You just got lucky catching me. Congrats." He, surprisingly, stays put where he is, pinned to the ground by Kaoru. Either he's given up, or he isn't intimidated by the other. Maybe a combination of both. It's a fair trade, Kaoru's name for his, and yet he feels like he's made a mistake. The smell of blood was throwing him off, and he could barely think properly, he supposed. "Are all of you nowadays this annoying, Hakaze? You seem very intent on angering me." He at least tries to break his hands out of Kaoru's grasp, but it doesn't seem like he's going to have a chance of it. "I've heard your name before, of course. Your family's quite famous," Keito lets out a whistle mockingly, "I didn't know their child was this much of a disappointment. Can't even kill a vampire?"

"Keito Hasumi." He tested the name out, enjoying how it felt to say. He didn't think he'd have much of a need for it, but he decided he'd keep it. Taking it in his mind was easy enough, and although he wasn't sure how it felt from the human's (or vampire's) side of things, he was sure it would be a noticeable thing. He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing at what he was saying. Only an idiot would blatantly provoke him like that. He flipped the knife in his hand again, a leisurely toss as the blade spun and landed back with the handle in his palm, quick to move. He kept a tight grip on his wrists, plunging the knife directly for the vampire's chest. The blade stopped just above where his heart should have been, the point of the dagger resting against his clothes. "I can kill just fine. Be a sweetheart, will you~? Shut the fuck up and listen to me." His expression dropped into a frown, glaring at the vampire. Now that he had his name, it was a little too easy to influence that, pushing him to do just as he had asked, a smug grin playing across his lips. "Thanks for the name, though~ Makes this little game that much easier."

Keito coughs as the other plunges the knife in, blood spurting out of his chest in additon to his mouth, and he turns his head to the side, watching it drip onto the floor and on his face. On his glasses, as well. His perfect, beautiful glasses, ruined by some mortal who he'd let play for too long. He's about to muster up whatever strength he has left and break out of Kaoru's grasp when the other tries to silence him. Keito's not stupid - In that moment he's able to tell Kaoru isn't entirely human and has some strange way with words as he speaks. Not quite meaning to, he lets out a soft moan as the other tells him to stay quiet, not making any other noise besides it afterwards. Instead, he watches the other, blood beginning to pool even faster around the two of them. He looks both furious and strangely aroused at the same time. He doesn't speak for a few moments, before finally opening his mouth to say something. Looks like he still had enough willpower to speak - either that, or whatever he had to say was so important he simply had to muster up the energy to break Kaoru's minor fae magic to say it. "You've gotten my glasses dirty." He really hopes the other doesn't comment on the moan.

Kaoru couldn't help but let out a laugh at the moan, the sound ringing out in the otherwise quiet church. If he had thought the vampire was pathetic before, then that just made it so much worse. What a pathetic creature. Sure, some people were into it (he'd most definitely hooked up with a girl or two who was) but this seemed like the last situation he would hear such a moan in. Still, he filed away the information, storing it in the back of his mind so he could potentially use it against him later. Pulling the knife back, the hunter slid it right back into the sheathe at his side, pressing Keito's wrists a little more firmly into his chest. He reached forward with a now free hand, plucking the glasses off of his face. He turned them over in his palm, glancing down at Keito with a quirked eyebrow before he chucked them across the room, hearing them hit the altar with a soft clink. "Oh- What a shame." He stared down at him, "Should you really be worrying about your glasses when I just heard you moan like a whore for a hunter? Let's unpack that,-" He ran his tongue over his teeth, chuckling quietly. "-shall we?"

Keito finally manages to get enough energy to break out of the other's grip, grabbing Kaoru's shoulders once again and trying to bite him in the same spot the open wound was before coughing and falling back down on the floor. He still had to wait for the wound in his chest to heal, great. He was essentially helpless at the whims of this man. He considers kicking Kaoru again and running to get his glasses, but he's not sure he has the energy. Instead, he glares at the blurry face of the other in the moonlight. It's not like he wanted to wear glasses when he was turned - His body just hadn't cured him of that specific ailment for some reason, and besides, he did quite like glasses now. Besides the point, though. Those were his 6th favorite pair he'd worn just for going out tonight - What if they were damaged? The other's comment getting to him as he sets his hands down snaps him out of it, and Keito raises an eyebrow. "What, do you have a hard-on for mythical creatures, hunter? Seems like it, since you're sure taking your sweet time with killing me." He comments, "Or is that not what this is about at all? If you want, maybe we can work out a different arrangement." It's humiliating to be there and to say the things he's thinking, but Keito takes a deep breath in, readjusting himself under the other. He's also not sure how... Religious the other is, which plays into his horrible little idea. "My arrangement is this. You do..." Keito grimaces as he speaks, but continues on. "... You let me get up, get my glasses back, and then you can do whatever you'd like sans killing me. Then we leave and pretend this never, ever happened. I'm quite reclusive, you it's not like vampire gossip will have anyone finding out." (edited)

8:01 AM

While Keito feels like this man has major bisexual energy, especially with his last comment, he's not sure if he can convince Kaoru on his little deal, until he gets an idea and decides to share with the class. "If you're such a good hunter, Hakaze, bend me over the altar and make me pray for my sins."

That comment was more than enough to spark some annoyance in the hunter, feeling tempted to plunge his knife right back into his chest and twist. Making sure to spread that silver as far as possible into his corrupted bloodstream. He was sure that the vampire would feel the effects of the silver if he did that, and maybe he'd get a lovely show of the creature gasping for its final breaths as Kaoru sat over him. Hah. He doubted he'd get there, but he could dream, though. Kaoru sat up, now knowing just how weak Keito was, not bothering to grab his hands again to attempt to restrain them. He had no need to, and he had his knife easily accessible if he needed it. He tilted his head slightly at the offer, pretending to think about it for just a few moments. Huh. Was he that desperate to be set free? Lame. He'd had more fun cat and mouse games before killing vampires before, but begging for forgiveness was a new one to him. He wasn't going to let it get to him, at least not until the last comment. He narrowed his eyes at Keito, shooting him a glare before he shifted, rolling his hips down directly against his crotch. Somewhere in between payback and curiosity. "Maybe vampires are just a soft spot for me~" He joked, scowling in an easy way to disprove that theory. "So so desperate to be touched, aren't you Keito?" He emphasized his name, enjoying the way it felt to taunt him with that. Something simple he'd taken so easily. Maybe he'd give it back before he ended his pathetic life. "How about this~? I bend you over the altar and take what I want, and then I slit your throat open and leave you bleeding on the floor of this church. Got it?" He was up in a heartbeat, leaning down to grab a fistful of his shirt, just under where a cut out was, and using the fabric to yank the vampire to his feet. "Or- If you're good enough for me, I'll give you a salve for those silver wounds and you'll have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of my face."

His breath catches in the back of his throat as the other tries to get a reaction out of him - Unfortunately his hips very easily betray how he's feeling as the move back against Kaoru's for the smallest second, causing Keito to flush a light red for a second before coming back to his senses. He silently listens to the other, trying not to show his emotions any more than he had already. As he's pushed to his feet, he catches his breath and turns away from the other, immediately going over to the side of the altar to get his glasses, which he inspects thoroughly for any damage. Surpsingly, there's not even a crack in them - Some stroke of luck, he assumes. Keito puts them on, adjusting them as he waits for Kaoru to make his way over and ruin more of his pride and dignity. "It's unwise for you to think you have the upper hand, Hakaze." Keito hisses, but when all is said and done, Kaoru's given him a perfect escape right now, the only downside being that he would need to wait for the wounds from the silver to fully heal for several days. They both know Keito wants something like this. The vampire sits up on the altar, reclining with absolutely no regard for the piece at all. It's not his church - Hell, he was about to suck someone dry here anyways, it's not like Keito has any care for what the Christian god will think of him. Maybe it'll piss Kaoru off more, he thinks, as he kicks his shoes against the underside of the altar, letting the loud clack reverberate throughout the room.

Kaoru shifted his weight onto his left foot, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the vampire slowly walk up towards the front of the room. His fingers were itching to grab the blade again and just attack, but he'd made a deal with the vampire (a really fucked up one at that) and so he'd hold off on his instincts for the time being. His footsteps were heavy as he followed him towards the front of the room, each step with his boots echoing in the quiet room as he walked through the sanctuary of the church right up to the altar. It was almost amusing to see the irony in the situation, such a sinful creature cheerfully sitting on the holiest place of the church. He chuckled softly at that, stepping up onto the stair below the altar, his gaze slowly tracing over Keito's form. Well, he wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't exactly his type either. He looked like a bit of a nerd, if he was being honest, and the whole being a guy (and a vampire) thing also docked him a few points in his book. As much as he'd admit to liking men, he was picky, and this guy rubbed him the wrong way in nearly every sense of the phrase. Of course, Kaoru was pretty sure he'd be rubbed the rig- Not the time, idiot. "So excited for this already~?" He taunted, standing directly in front of the altar. He placed his hands on Keito's thighs, fingers digging in harshly into the flesh as he leaned forward a bit, getting directly into his personal space, although he wasn't close enough to properly kiss him, and that was on purpose. "I didn't know vampires were always such whores." He shifted a step forward, using his grip on Keito's thighs to yank him to the proper edge of the altar, effectively parting his thighs and forcing them on either side of his own hips. "Maybe I should make use of your kind more often~"

"Well, perhaps you spend too much time killing us to find that out. Anyone who's read any vampire media would know it's true." Keito jokes, looking down for the briefest second at his own attire. He's just proving his own point, isn't he? He lets the other do as he pleases with his legs and his positioning, leaning back himself as Kaoru pulls him back. If the other wants him to be a proper whore, then he'll just have to be, won't he? At the comment about his "kind", he scoffs and narrows his eyes. "Maybe I'll put in a good word with the others if you do a good job tonight, hunter." He smirks, choosing to move his hands away from the back of the altar and instead wraps them around Karou's shoulders, one hand lingering on the cut for just a moment before clasping his hands together behind Kaoru's back. "Hmm, would it be too embarrassing to be marked up, Hakaze? Your colleagues will get the wrong idea? I won't draw any blood, and if I do, it'll be a complete accident." Keito chirps, leaning into Kaoru's face and getting inches away from the other's mouth. It seems like he's trying to be as much of a pest as possible. "I'm not going to let you do whatever you'd like - You're not as in control as you seem."

Vampire media? He didn't have too much experience in the way of that unless you count the countless RomComs that had vampires, but he didn't think those were terribly accurate. He'd always been a bit miffed by the media portraying them as hearthrobs. He knew the other side of them, and that was the side that he hoped to cut down one by one. Keito seemed to have slipped into his role far too easily here, but he found that he didn't really mind. His nails dug into Keito's thighs through the fabric of his pants, forcing himself to stay focused. This was still a vampire, and he had to be mindful about where those teeth went -- Speak of the devil. "Ugh." He rolled his eyes at the suggestion, not all too keen on letting his fangs get anywhere near his neck. It was bad enough that he was about to use a vampire as a fleshlight, he didn't need to make it worse by taking any affection from the other man. One of his hands began to trail up Keito's thigh as he spoke, touches barely there and just ghosting over the fabric. He didn't pause as his hand continued to explore, brushing over the wound in his neck and staining the tips of his fingers with that bright red blood. "Awe, you're not?" He pouted, although it didn't seem to reach his eyes at all before he had shifted back to a more neutral expression. He tilted his head down slightly, as if keeping his neck out of reach, and narrowed his eyes at Keito. "That's a shame. However." His hand darted up, grabbing his face harshly and digging his fingers into his cheeks, forcing the vampire to look him in the eyes. "I think you should learn when the proper time to run your mouth is." And with that, he effectively silenced him, leaning in to capture his lips in a hungry kiss.

He lets Kaoru do as he pleases for now, watching the other’s hands as the hunter continues. He’s fairly calm and composed until Kaoru grabs him suddenly, pulling him close. Keito sputters for a second, hands flying to the other’s jacket collar, before he’s pulled into the kiss. Despite his surprise, Keito leans into the kiss with energy and hunger, immediately forcing his tongue against the other’s lips. He’s rough with it all, not letting Kaoru have any room for anything tender in the slightest. This is what the other wants, isn’t it? Keito roughly pushes his hips against Kaoru while the two kiss, grinding against them as he pulls out of it, roughly panting as he processes it all. He considers going for the other’s neck right then and there, but he’s far too preoccupied by the thought of squeezing every last drop of effort out of the hunter - surely that’s how this night will go, after all. He manages to grind against a spot that feels good over his pants, and Keito shamelessly goes faster, closing his eyes for a moment so he doesn’t have to think about who he’s using.

Kaoru had half a mind to shove his grip off of the collar of his jacket, not wanting to risk any scratches to the leather. Of course, he had just wiped blood off on it, but it was a little different when someone else was tugging on it. He was pleasantly surprised to see how quickly Keito leaned into his, the other hand on his thigh moving up to his hip, grabbing him harshly and pushing him a little further into the altar in the process. If it broke, that was far from his problem. He'd just fuck the vampire on the floor too. He really wasn't picky, not when he'd been so stressed as of late. This was a way to destress, and nothing more. At least that's what he told himself. Breaking away from the kiss was a little frustrating, but it meant his other hand could drop to his hip as well, keeping Keito flush against him as he rolled his hips up, letting out a low chuckle as he watched him indulge himself. How cute. Kaoru certainly wasn't going to let him forget where he was. "My, my~ How long has it been since you've been touched?" He taunted, voice almost a little sharp as he made fun of him. One of his hands shifted, ghosting over that tent in his pants before he ground his palm up against him, enjoying the way he seemed to react to every little thing. "At least you won't die a pathetic virgin~"

Keito was also treating this as some form of de-stressor he needed. He’d certainly have a way out and would convince the other not to kill him, and it was nice. Kaoru wasn’t a half bad accessory to use. It had been far too long since he’d done something like this. He doesn’t have the mind to correct Kaoru on the state of his virginity as the other presses his palm up against him, causing him to let out a deep breath and lean against Kaoru’s shoulder, practically clinging onto the other at this point. He instinctually bites down on Kaoru’s shoulder protected by the leather of his jacket, moaning softly into the other. It’s not enough to leave a large mark or even draw blood - It seems more like Keito just wants to hold onto something with his mouth. He still has his arms wrapped around the other’s back tightly, and he mumbles something with his eyes still closed and mouth still full. Maybe it’s a bit fun to lean into being taken care of, even if it’s by someone who wants to kill him. He relaxes a bit more into the other.

Had he been anymore of an idiot, he might have instinctively flinched back from the sudden bite onto his shoulder. It didn't hurt too much, sure, but it was enough of a motion to make him want to pull away out of safety. However, he knew if he did that he'd be risking a hole in his leather jacket and he'd have to deal with the consequences of that (shelling out money for a replacement and or repair). He tried to get out in another way, dropping his shoulder slightly so he could attempt to unhook his teeth from his shoulder. "Tch. Pick one. You get blood or you get to cum. Your choice~" Honestly, he didn't trust giving him blood, not in the fucking slightest. His hand moved quickly again, shifting to undo his pants easily. It was a surprisingly simple action for him, able to do it one handed. He let his hand dip beneath the fabric, curling his fingers around Keito's length overtop of his underwear. "Or I can make that decision for you~" The vampire was far clingier than expected, but he pushed that thought aside. Some chicks just ended up clingier than others. It happened. Sometimes.

Keito reluctantly takes his teeth out of the other’s jacket as his response to the question, closing his mouth but going right back to his place before with his head on the other’s shoulder. He seems comfortable enough there, resting against the other and lightly beginning to whine as Kaoru touches him. It’s surprising it only took this much to get him to soften up, but he almost does seem touch starved. “Your blood, Hakaze…” He turns his gaze towards Kaoru’s face but doesn’t move his head, “Surely just a little wouldn’t hurt, no?” He tries to sound serious, but his voice is wobbly from the fact he’s been softly moaning the entire time Kaoru’s had his hand around Keito’s barely clothed dick. “Touch more.” Keito demands, beginning to rock his hips against the other’s hand once again.

Kaoru made a mental note to check his jacket later, not wanting to have to deal with it when it was already too late for the structural integrity of the leather- Of fucking course that was his priority while giving a vampire a handjob. "Tch. I'm not giving you any blood. I said pick one or the other." He'd prided himself on the fact that a vampire hadn't managed to take any from him yet (likely due to his outfit, among other things) and he refused to let this vampire of all people be the first exception. "That is, unless you don't want me to touch you anymore~?" He asked, quick to pull his hand back to himself. Leaving him hard with an unbuttoned pair of pants. "Now. Make a decision. I don't like waiting."

He takes another deep breath in as the other lets go, trying his absolute best to not whimper at the sudden lack of touch from Kaoru letting go. He doesn’t want to be at the mercy of the other, but the touches were just so nice… “Hakaze-“ He sounds like he’s about to get upset before he takes another deep breath, moving his head off of the other’s shoulder in order to look the other in the eyes. “Fine then, I won’t take any blood from you. Just… Continue.” It’s all he gives Kaoru - No other satisfaction or pleasure at the answer, just the decision was all. He wasn’t going to beg that easily. Despite his promise to himself he wouldn’t beg or show weakness, Keito can’t help but sit and wait for the other to move his hand back, his hips gently moving in anticipation.

Kaoru quirked a brow at him upon hearing that, but chose to ignore it for the time being. Of course, the two had just gotten started so he didn't expect the vampire to give in so quickly. He'd already been proven wrong once, if the way he leaned into his touch was anything to go off of, and he was excited to be proven incorrect again. As out of character as that felt. He moved closer soon after, hand slipping right back to where it was. His strokes were almost agonizingly slow along the outside of the fabric, spending a little time teasing the head before he continued with his pace. "Good boy~ You get what you want if you ask, you know." The statement was partnered with a smug grin, and he leaned in a bit closer to him, invading his personal space once more but not kissing him. His hand shifted, free hand moving up. As he continued to stroke him, the other hand came up to snap at the waistband of his underwear, just a little taunting motion as if to emphasize the difference between them.

He went back to gently whining, his breaths getting faster and more frantic every time Kaoru touched closer to the head. It was slow, yes, but almost felt even better. “Take it out already, Hakaze, or I’ll do it myself.” Keito said in between a couple bursts of small noise. Part of him finds the idea of being spoiled by someone like Kaoru to be attractive, but Keito also tries to keep his composure. This man was a vampire hunter - he was fully prepared to kill Keito if it came to that. However… Keito lets himself go a little bit, letting out a louder moan and making eye contact with the hunter. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He says,

Despite the vampire's best intentions, his words only tempted him to continue to taunt him. It was far too entertaining to watch him whine for even the simple touch of his hand, and he wanted to see what noises he could drag out of him while he had him like this. A quick fuck and kill, yeah? So it really didn't matter what he ended up doing (or not doing) to him here. "Hm? And what are you gonna do about it?" His voice was low, maybe a little too confident as he grinned at the hunter, resting a hand over the shape of his cock through the fabric, yet not moving the hand at all. "I'm the one with the silver weapon here~ Maybe you should just sit pretty and wait for me to do what I want." It was a little more than a suggestion, but not enough to warrant a full command with any sort of fae magic, just a slight push in the direction Kaoru wanted.

“Asshole.” Keito growls, but he’s silent other than that, waiting a moment where the drawn out pain of not being stroked is almost too much. He tries to rub himself against Kaoru’s hand, almost ashamed at how desperate he’s being, but he’s far too needy and hard to think of anything else he can do. Another whimper escapes him, but he barely cares. He can feel that the altar isn’t going to be able to support him forever as he hears it let out a creak, but Keito doesn’t focus on it, instead whining as he tries to get the other to properly get him off. “If you’re going to continue, at least take the rest of my clothes off…!” He hisses. The fabric feels good, really good, but he’s beginning to feel too used to it.

The insult meant little to him, and he found it rather amusing to see how quickly the vampire's confident front was beginning to degrade. Chipping at it with even the smallest of actions. And he wanted to break it down fully, to have the vampire completely at his mercy. So who was he to say no to giving him a little bit of pleasure before he did that? "Oh you're really desperate. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll touch you again?" His hand left the vampire, reaching for the knife at his side. He didn't have it in him to properly take his clothing off, plus he would enjoy every one of his reactions here. He shifted the knife in his grip, placing the blade just at the waistband of his pants, pushing the silver through the fabric. Just enough to make a notch before he took the fabric in his opposite hand and tugged, hard, in order to rip down the length of fabric. "There we go~ You have ten seconds to get the rest off or else I'll do it again."

He didn't have time to properly react to Kaoru ruining his pants, but once the other ripped down the length of them, he gasped, scowling as he backed up a bit on the altar, trying to have enough room to actually take them off. While he's still very, very worked up, he's also a bit upset at Kaoru ruining his pants. They weren't his favorite pair, but he did like them. "The ten seconds doesn't even matter, Hakaze. You ruined a perfectly good pair of pants for absolutely no reason! You're lucky I'm not going to give you a lecture right here and now-" He berates the other with a scowl, but still takes his pants off, throwing them to the side of the altar. He almost seems a bit embarrassed now with the way he has his legs closed, but he's far past the point of being embarrassed with the other. Sighing, he makes his way back to Kaoru, still painfully needy and hard as he pushes himself against him. "... Just get on with it. And don't ruin any more of my clothes."

Kaoru slipped the knife back into his holster, other hand coming up to open and close in a sort of mockery of his speech. He just rolled his eyes, not quite in the mood to listen to this guy run his mouth. He was annoying enough when he wasn't complaining about some insane thing. "Whatever. Sorry. You can get new pants." He didn't seem apologetic at all about what he'd done, shrugging off his own jacket. He tossed it back somewhere behind it, landing in a little pile on one of the pews. He chose to keep the knife on him for now, quick to get right in Keito's personal space again. "If you try and lecture me I'll make sure you can't run that pretty little mouth for a week." The grin that followed that was a little shallow, not reaching his eyes but not quite completely empty. His hands went right down to his hips, using the waistband of his underwear to tug him closer, inevitably stretching the waistband at least slightly. "Now-" One hand slipped underneath the fabric, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, but he didn't move it quite yet. "You learned your place yet?"

Keito doesn't have the energy to lecture Kaoru any further once the other finally slips his hand under, causing Keito to let out a small whine. He barely notices the fact his waistband might be a bit damaged, instead focusing on how good the other's hand felt around him. It had been far, far too long since he did anything this fun, and he's too far too gone to keep caring about keeping appearances up. Plus, he'll never see the hunter again, right? That's at least what he tells himself when he lets out a short "Yes..." in response to Kaoru. He doesn't need to forfeit more of his pride and dignity, but maybe just this one night, it could be nice. "Just... keep going." He follows up his moment of weakness, "If you do a bad job, I'll suck you dry." There's the usual malice in his voice when he talks, but it seems almost like an empty threat as Keito waits for the other to start up again. The vampire considers biting down again to prove his point, but he stops himself, waiting with short breath for the other to begin and give him what he so desperately wants.

"Suck me dry, huh? Is that a promise to get on your knees~?" He didn't find any sort of fear from the threat, knowing full well that he had more of the upper hand here -- if only because the vampire was already injured and Kaoru could easily hurt him again if he wanted to. He didn't want to push that line too far, however, not wanting to risk an actual bite, even if he was injured. He used his other hand to push down at the fabric, making it a little easier for him to move his other hand. He stroked up almost agonizingly slowly, brushing his thumb over the already leaking head to spread the precum down and help him with these motions. "So kind. Where was this energy when I first met you-" He clicked his tongue, watching his expressions carefully so he could figure out just what made him tick. He had a goal to push as many buttons as he could, and he'd be damned if he didn't have Keito laid out and begging for more by the end of the night. The statement was punctuated by a sharp change of pace, not caring if he was a little rough as his hand picked up speed. He kept at that for a good bit before abruptly slowing right back down.

"You know what I meant by that." Keito responds, but he doesn't have any time to add anything else on as the other begins to stroke more intensely, causing Keito to let out a small whine from the back of his throat. It almost feels comforting, and he closes his eyes for the briefest second, enjoying the soft and slow touches. On the other hand, Keito explodes into a mess of choked out noise as the other speeds up, once again burying his head in Kaoru's shoulder and latching on with his teeth. It's still not enough to puncture - it seems like Keito's just doing it as an instinctual reaction. His glasses dig into the other's shoulder and into Keito's face, but he barely notices. Once the other slows down, he realizes what he was doing and lets go, the texture of the fabric stuck in his mouth as he scowls again at Kaoru. "Give more warning next time you do that." He barks at Kaoru, still determined not to show any sort of great weakness, even though his desire to be at the mercy of the other has almost overtaken his dignity. He just needs that final push.

Kaoru laughed, a sound that was far too bright in the otherwise still air of the church. It had been so satisfying to watch those walls break, seeing Keito nearly double over at that. He knew it wouldn't be as much of a surprise if he did it again immediately, so he held off, cataloging that reaction for... whatever he may need it for in the future. "Mmm- No." He said simply, keeping up with that tauntingly slow pace again. He wouldn't speed up again, not this time. After all, he had just been told to warn him, and it was so much nicer to try and get him to ask. That'd be warning enough, wouldn't it be? "Dangerously close to my skin." He said, not sounding all too worried about that. If the vampire did manage to bite, he'd whip out the knife again in a heartbeat. Easy enough. "I think you should go back to moaning for me, don't you agree~ I think you're a lot prettier like that." He taunted, stopping his hand right in its motions, looping his index finger and thumb firmly around the base of his cock, refusing to let him have anything else just yet.

He’s gotten much more used to the slow movements, leaning into Kaoru’s touch, as much as part of him doesn’t want to. “I’m not going to moan for you unless you do something to warrant it,” Keito says, contrary as ever, but his breath hitches for a moment as Kaoru grabs at his base. His lip quivers for a moment as Kaoru stays in place, and he finds suddenly that all of his precious dignity is completely gone. “Mm…” he’s quiet for a second as he looks to Kaoru, “Stop being such a tease, Hakaze… I need…” He pushes against the other, “I need to finish…”

Now that was all the encouragement he needed to properly continue. Although it wasn't the sort of pleading he would have liked to hear from him, he supposed it worked well enough and it gave him the knowledge that he could draw more from him. He simply had to be persistent when it came to working him up. "Do you really, now~?" He asked, tilting his head just slightly. He seemed to think about it, using his side to push the vampire a little more harshly against the altar. He gave him one slow stroke before pausing again, this time right at the tip. "I think it's much more-" He stroked right back down, "-Enjoyable to leave you like this, dont you think?" He asked, offering him a sharp grin before his hand moved quickly, once more picking up the pace and pumping him perhaps a little more roughly than he should have.

He once again lets Kaoru drag him around a bit - after all, he’s comfortable with his current position. He knows neither of them are more in control than the other, he tells himself. That is, until Kaoru begins to go a bit too fast. Keito practically squeals from the rough touching, unexpectedly finishing right then and there as he leaks all over himself, the altar, and Kaoru’s hand, even getting some bits of liquid on the other’s shirt. He really has no excuse for this one, he was just being completely pathetic. His ears flatten down and for the first time that night he looks completely submissive, taking deep breaths as he looks down at himself and the mess he’s made. “Hakaze…” He whispers, half mixed in with a small whine.

Kaoru's nose scrunched up in disgust as Keito finished. He was damn lucky that this shirt didn't mean all too much to him. He was used to getting blood out of this one, but cum was certainly new. Whatever. He tugged his hand back, wiping off the cum onto his shirt. He motioned back at the altar, nodding his head back at it as he turned to go grab his jacket. "Get back up on the altar, properly. Ten seconds or I'll rip your shirt off next too~" Although it wasn't an empty threat, he had no real reason to do it, just wanting to poke fun at him. "Or maybe snap those shitty glasses?" Despite the fact that Keito had just cum, Kaoru had zero intentions of stopping here. After all, Keito had said whatever he liked, and if that meant making this pathetic vampire cry, so be it. He seemed to be rummaging in the pockets of his jacket for something, pulling out his wallet and glancing in so he could pull something out (two somethings, really) and shove them in the front pocket of his jeans.

Keito listens and makes his way off of the altar, pulling his underwear back on for just a second and glancing at the other. “I’ll kill you if you break my glasses. I mean it.” He responds, instinctively adjusting his glasses frames with care. He watches Kaoru attentively, before remembering the other’s command. He’d really hate to ruin his shirt, he tells himself, as he gets back up on the altar and takes his cape and other extra accessories off, leaving him only in his shirt. He lets out a groan as he waits for Kaoru, somewhere between the lines of sounding sexual versus sounding annoyed. “Hurry up.” He’s not sure how close the other is as he bends down and pulls his own underwear off, looking away for a second. He already starting to get hard once again, and it’s almost a bit embarrassing to Keito, but… He tries to not think too hard about it.

"Uh huh~ Have fun killing me with a knife in your throat." His tone was sharp, leaving little room to argue against the fact that he almost certainly meant what he said. He had few qualms when it came to killing things. Sure, he had a soft spot for vampires, but self-defense was different. As he turned back to the altar, his eyes trailed over the vampire, a far too confident grin playing across his lips. Hm. Maybe he'd ruin the shirt anyway. He seemed to be more upset about the glasses than anything, so he'd take the fall for some other item of clothing. He stood just in front of the altar as Keito looked down, and he couldn't help but laugh as he noticed that he was getting hard again. "Already~? Are you that desperate for a hunter." Kaoru decided he'd be nice for now, electing not to taunt him too much longer on the topic. "I see you left your shirt on though~ You want that ruined? If the answers no, I suggest you change that." He didn't even give him time to do that, grabbing his thighs and tugging him right back towards the edge before he reached up to shove his shoulder back harshly towards the tabletop (altartop?).

Unfortunately, Keito doesn’t have any rebuttal against Kaoru. He really has gotten worked up that easily thanks to the other, and he looks away for a second in embarrassment before he’s shoved against the altar. Keito catches his breath as the other pushes him down, whining quietly as Kaoru continues. “Don’t go so slowly this time,” He demands, spreading his legs for what he’s so sure the other is about to give him. It’s not like the vampire’s never done this sort of thing before, it’s just been quite a while, and he’s almost worried he’ll be too tight for the other to use. Regardless, he waits for the other to start.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't go slow. Got it-" The statement was accompanied by a wink at the vampire, and he made a note of that statement -- just in case Keito decided to whine about it later. He dug in his pocket for what he'd grabbed. It almost looked like a condom packet, just a little thicker and a little longer. He used his teeth to tear open a corner, using a bit of the lube (not all, he was definitely gonna need some later too) to coat his fingers. He tossed that packet off to the side of the altar, one hand moving to Keito's thigh, holding it down against the altar to keep his legs open. He toyed with the idea of going slowly before realizing he didn't care all too much about it. His fingers ghosted over his hole for a few split seconds before he did just what Keito asked. He didn't go slow. He pushed two fingers into him, quirking a brow up at him as if to challenge him as he fully slid them in, fingers digging slightly into his thigh.

“That’s-“ He immediately is interrupted as Kaoru pushes into him fast, causing Keito to cry out, hearing his own voice echo around the church as he digs his nails into the wood of the altar. It seems like this is exactly what he needed to be broken, and he shamelessly begins to spill out noise, not even bothering to cover his mouth. It’s just what he needed, and he reaches a hand out, not quite close enough to grab onto Kaoru’s hand working inside of him. “A-ah…. Hakaze.” He looks over at this other, glasses slightly falling off his face. “Hakaze, you- Mmph!” He lets out a particularly loud moan as Kaoru digs into his thigh.

"Cat got your tongue~?" He taunted, stopping the movement of his hand as his fingers were fully in. He spread them, just slightly, testing how tight he was to see how long he'd have to prepare him for. Of course, he wouldn't mind making him cum here and then going right at it again, but he didn't want to spoil him too much, right? The hand on his thigh shot up, tightly gripping his wrist and keeping it by his hip, not letting it dip any lower. "Or is there-" He pulled his fingers out just almost to the tip before thrusting them back in and twisting hard. "- Another issue, Hasumi?" He asked, far too entertained by this little reactions he was getting. He did give in after that, starting to thrust his fingers in and out at a steady pace, purposefully scissoring his fingers and trying to find that one spot that he knew he could get him with. Hell, maybe he could even get him to beg. The hand holding his wrist shifted, and he used the elbow of that hand to make sure his legs stayed spread open for him.

He whines louder as Kaoru spreads his fingers, back arching slightly from the feeling almost being too much to bear. He’s pretty tight, but not unbearably so - It’s obvious Keito hasn’t done this in a long while. He kept his legs wide open against the altar, finally beginning to be more obedient as Kaoru continues to touch. He drops his arm down to the side for now. Keito doesn’t answer Kaoru, too lost in his own world right now - He’s closed his eyes and his mouth is still wide open as he finds he might be this close to needing to beg. Of course, he wouldn’t that easily. Kaoru was a hunter, and he wasn’t going to let the other get the upper hand. However, he can’t help but begin to. A small “Please” spills out of his mouth, but nothing else accompanies it, Keito being far too preoccupied to form any other coherent thoughts.

"Please?" He echoed, the word almost taunting as he glanced up at his expression. Oh he had been far too easy to break in, and that idea sent another pulse down to his cock. He managed to hold himself back, though, knowing full well this would be much better once he'd fully broken the vampire down. As much as he wanted to stop, much like he had before, he didn't, picking up the pace of his fingers just a bit. With a little bit of shifting he seemed to find his sweet spot, purposefully only barely brushing against it with every long thrust. "Please, what?" He asked, "You've been so good to me, use your words, will you?" He pushed for a proper answer this time, although didn't bother giving him a break to breath. The hand on his thigh slowly trailed up again, touch ghosting over his cock in an attempt to rile him up even more.

He hissed again, but it seemed like it was more him crying out than any kind of anger or malice as the other continued. When Kaoru finally hit his sweet spot, Keito reached a shaky hand out, looking at Kaoru with eyes pleading for more. When he hears Kaoru ask him to use his words, he knows exactly what the other wants. He knows what he wants as well, but he’s almost too ashamed to admit it, even though he’s already far past that point as he feels Kaoru ever so slightly trace over his dick. “Please, keep going…. More…” He pushes against Kaoru in desperation, “I need your d…” He pauses for a second, suddenly taken out of the moment and overcome with a feeling of deep shame. He lets out a small whimper, but doesn’t say anything more for now.

"Need my what...?" He asked, chuckling softly to himself as he saw that pleading expression. It was so pathetic it was almost cute, cute enough to make him want to make this man sob for his dick. He'd hold himself back still, not wanting to show all of his cards off too soon. He could hold some back for later, especially when he was working on railing him into the altar. That would be fun, to have little pieces to use against him even if the vampire foolishly thought he'd given little away. He did listen to his pleas, though, the thrusts of his finger just a little harsher for a few moments. Once he found that spot again, he pushed his fingers fully in, hard, and just pressed right up against him for a few moments. As he did so, his hand wrapped around his dick, already beginning to stroke him again. He continued with the pace, alternating between the movement of his fingers and the stroking of his cock, wanting to overwhelm him as quickly as he could.

Keito’s mind was completely scrambled at this point as all he can think of and process are the other’s hands in him, working their way into the other. The other putting his fingers in so far hurt, and yet Keito didn’t want Kaoru to stop at all. “D-don’t you dare think of stopping-“ He tries to sound like he’s giving out an order, but it barely sounds like it. He feels absolutely overwhelmed with everywhere the other man is touching, and worries he’s going to finish early once again, letting out a small whine at the thought of it. Deciding to take a bit of a different approach, Keito slowly begins to call out for the other, switching to Kaoru’s first name in an attempt to get more of a reaction. “K-Kaoru… Kaoru, please, just give me your dick already….” He’s finally able to get over his embarrassment, additionally starting to shake a bit from the constant attention and touches. Small tears pool in his eyes, but there’s no way he’ll show the other.

"Don't tell me what to do." He snapped, biting back another snarky comment. Did he really need to remind this asshole who was the one in charge here? "You'll get it eventually." He muttered, a little more focused on what he was doing at the moment. He didn't particularly care if he made Keito cum again. After all, the begging was music to his ears and he was nothing but kind to want to make him feel that good again. And Kaoru wanted to see just how far he could push his man. He paused for the briefest of seconds. His hand stilled on his dick, and he slowly pulled his fingers almost all the way out, as if he was listening to him. There was a brief moment of silence, a grin taking over his expression as he went right back to that harsh pace from before, eyes flickering up to his expression to read his reactions.

He absolutely fell for Kaoru’s bluff, steadying himself for the other to pull his pants down and give Keito exactly what he wants, even closing his eyes as he prepares for the feeling, but being met right back with more teasing, causing him to practically mewl as he convulses against the altar, mouth wide open as he’s met with the reality of the situation and just how in control the other is. Whining and reacting is all he’s able to do for almost a solid minute as the other continues, feeling himself finish once again within the time. It’s embarrassing how worked up he is, but that rational part of his brain is locked far, far away for now. “K-Kaoru,” He pants once he’s able to form coherent sentences. “You’re… Absolutely horrible.” He’s upset the other pulled such a rude trick on him, but he still is enjoying himself. “Just… Just give me it already, Hakaze…”

Kaoru laughed softly at his words, slowly pulling his fingers out of him. He wiped his fingers off on the bottom of his shirt. Luckily enough, he didn't get as much cum on his hands this time (most of it having gotten on Keito himself) but he wiped whatever did get on him off on his shirt as well. What? It was still wearable, so he didn't really count it as 'ruining' the shirt. Even if the lube and cum would be hellish to get out. He grabbed the other packet from his pocket, putting it between his teeth as he undid his jeans. He pushed them down a bit, just enough to pull down his underwear and free his frustratingly hard dick as well. "Uh-huh." He mumbled around the packet, grabbing it before tearing it open (not with his teeth this time). The foil ended up somewhere on the floor, and he rolled it over his cock. "Give you what, Keito-kun~? You could stand to be a little nicer."

He waits for the other, observing as Kaoru prepares himself. He can’t help but look - He’s sure Kaoru can tell as his observant eyes study the hunter, waiting for any kind of sign that Kaoru’s going to begin. He spreads his legs once again on instinct as Kaoru prepares, but stops as the other asks him to be nicer. He lets out a small hiss and then a cold laugh devoid of humor. “A little nicer, Hakaze?” Keito sits a bit further up on the altar, closing his legs for now as he studies Kaoru. “You’re the one teasing me with no end in sight.” Keito knows provoking the other is a bad idea, but he thinks that Kaoru’s far too hard to be able to resist what Keito wants so badly. He’ll just have to work a bit more to get it, is all.

Kaoru scowled at him, not at all impressed by this little game he was trying to play. Did he honestly still think he had any sort of upper hand here? How pathetic. "If you're gonna complain." He reached forward to grab the front of his shirt, yanking him harshly forward on the altar. He may have popped a button in the process, but that didn't matter. His free hand grabbed his knife from his holster, cutting up the front (and slightly to the right -- just to piss him off) of the shirt, tearing through the fabric and resting the sharp edge of his blade just below his chin. "- Then think a little harder before you offer me anything I want." He hissed, flicking the blade to nick the underside of his chin before it went right back into the sheathe at his thigh. "Now lay the fuck back, and start touching yourself. Even a whore like you can do that, right?"

He grimaces and thrashes for a moment as the other rips his shirt, but tears it off himself out of anger once the other is done having his fun with it. Realizing he’s now completely naked on the altar, he does pause for a moment and pushes his legs together, suddenly feeling embarrassed at the other getting to see all of him like this, not to mention the only article of clothing he has that’s still intact is his cape on the floor. Lovely. “I’m not going to do that, Hakaze.” He says, wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling them to his torso and face. He almost looks like he’s about to throw a tantrum, but he’s still painfully hard, as much as he wants to deny it.

Kaoru scoffed, rolling his eyes as the vampire curled in on himself. He'd have felt bad if it wasn't... a bloodsucker he was dealing with. And yet here he was, watching him throw a pity party. How annoying. He was tempted to yank him off the altar by his hair, but that could wait. "You said anything, Hasumi~" His expression was deadpan despite the teasing lilt in his voice, and his fingers danced around the handle of the blade again, almost a threat. "Or would you rather be stabbed again? I'm more than willing to make that happen. A deals a deal. Now spread your legs like a good little whore and get to work~" As he said that, Kaoru stepped back, sitting back on the pew, directly in front of the altar. One arm went back over the back, legs spread a little as he watched him expectantly.

He can’t help but feel even more worked up as the other waits for him expectantly, looking down at Kaoru before letting out a small sigh mixed with a short whimper. He opens his legs and makes sure he’s on full display for the other. If Kaoru wants a show, he guesses he’ll give the other as best of a show as he can. After all, if the God he’s in the church of truly exists, Keito’s most certainly already sealed his fate towards Hell. He can’t get any worse than this, can he? Keito begins to stroke himself gently with just a finger at first, the feeling strange to him after being touched by someone else for so long tonight. It’s nice, though, but he can’t help but wish Kaoru was the one touching him instead. He hates that he needs the other so badly as he begins to use his hand to pump up and down, his eyes darting between his legs and back to look at the spot on Kaoru’s forehead just above his eyes, refusing to make eye contact with the other and give him what he wants so badly. Maybe it is nice to be the one doing everything, Keito figures, as he picks up his pace and begins lightly whining. His mouth hangs open as he closes his eyes, almost completely forgetting Kaoru’s there as he shamelessly tries to chase the feeling he gets out of every touch he makes. He can hear his moans echoing throughout the church, loud enough for anyone to hear, but he barely cares as he chases the feeling of finishing for a third time. “H-Hakaze, I’m…. Mm, just come and help m-me…. If you don’t, I’ll just… Aah….” He stutters, the feeling being far too much for him to articulate properly. If you don’t, I’ll just finish myself.

Oh this was exactly what he'd been watching. An amused grin danced across his lips as he watched Keito start to touch himself, and a soft chuckle slipped out underneath the loud moans of pleasure echoing throughout the church. Kaoru's hands shifted, and he was quick to unbuckle his belt and start to undo his jeans, pushing aside the front and pushing down his underwear just enough to free his dick. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled it out, the discomfort from being stuffed into such tight jeans fading quickly. He spit into his hand, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and slowly starting to pump himself, just at a slow enough pace to get himself worked up. A low groan escaped him as he watched Keito, eyes half lidded as he watched every little jolt and moan come from him. Third times the charm, right? And Kaoru was dying to push him to that fourth. And fifth and s- Kaoru wanted him begging. He wanted him sobbing for Kaoru to give him a break. But his own impulses would have to wait until he could break him himself. "If I don't you'll just...?" He trailed off, waiting for a conclusion to the statement. He had a good idea what Keito was implying, but he wanted to hear him admit it, purely so he could tell himself to go over that edge completely on his own before he gave him what he wanted. He'd give in, eventually, but he was a stubborn, stubborn man and he wasn't one to give into the demands of others.

“S-Stop teasing me like that, Hakaze-“ He whimpers, opening his eyes for a moment as he studies Kaoru. The fact he can see that the other has been touching himself to Keito only both serves to make Keito even more annoyed and turned on, knowing the hunter wants to watch him but won’t help only working Keito up further. He doesn’t stop going, though, still keeping the same speed as he cries out for the other. “Ha- Kaoru….” He feels his glasses slip down his face the tiniest bit, looking at the other’s now slightly blurry form as he continues, “Kaoru. Kaoru….” He finally says it as he’s made himself a stuttering, whimpering mess, all by his own hand and Kaoru’s slight verbal nudging. “I’ll c-cum by myself… If you don’t help me right this second, Kaoru…”

"You have another hand, don't you? Play with that pretty little chest for me too. I wanna make sure you really do want this." He chuckled lowly, his hand not stopping on his own cock. He was ever grateful for his stamina in that moment, knowing how entertaining it would be in just a few moments. He shifted in his spot slightly, eyes still flickering over his form. "If you feel that way, Keito~ Then cum for me." Maybe it wasn't quite fair to try and use fae influence for something like ths, but damn if it wouldn't be entertaining. He'd effectively twisted this vampire right around his finger using hardly a few words and a pretty smile, and it was so satisfying to watch him push himself over the edge over and over for him. The sense of control caused something horrible to swell in his chest, and the temptation to take him himself and make him eat his words was growing stronger by the moment. He pushed himself to his feet, not bothering to do up his pants again, stepping right back over to the altar. He didn't get any closer than the other side of the table, leaning against it just to watch him. Perv.

He lets out a loud whine as the other talks to him, shaking as he continues to touch himself. Quickly, he does as he’s told, bringing his other hand up to his torso, where he starts desperately touching at his own chest, brushing his thumb over his nipple in the same rhythm as his other hand. “It’s so….!” He barely even cares that Kaoru is there, all he wants is to chase the feeling the other’s barely even done anything to give him. He finishes once again, all over the altar and himself - It really seemed like the same amount and reaction every time. And yet, it wasn’t enough. Either it was the magic or something inside Keito that compelled him to get off of the altar and start grinding his hips against it while using both hands on his chest, he wasn’t sure, but he got on the side of the altar opposite of Kaoru and began using it, trying to chase the feeling once again as he kept his eyes firmly closed, the smallest bit of dignity left in him telling him he can’t look, can’t remember that this is with a hunter of all people in such a holy place for so many people… But that didn’t stop him the first three times, did it? He has no idea where Kaoru is, and he doesn’t even care. He still calls out the other’s name, though, as he continues to utterly embarrass himself in front of the hunter just to try and chase the feeling of a fourth time that he knows he can’t get without Kaoru’s help.

Kaoru chuckled lowly as he watched the vampire lose himself barely moments after hearing his words. It was satisfying, and he was just about to give into what he wanted when he watched him get up. Amusement danced across his expression as he watched him. He was quick to move as well, sliding up behind him. His hands went to his hips, pressing harshly into the skin there and definitely leaving a few bruises in his wake. He didn't do anything else yet, just pressing up right behind him with his dick between his cheeks, pressing him a little further into the altar. He leaned into his ear, hot breath ghosting over it as he laughed just quietly at him. "See? Doesn't it feel so much nicer to be good for me, Keito?" He purred, grinding right up against him. He'd had enough of this taunting back and forth, reaching down to pull back a bit and line himself up with his hole. The condom was left forgotten in his pocket, and he found he didn't care. He slowly pushed forward, letting out a low groan into his ear as he pushed the head of his cock in, other hand tightening its grip on his hip. "Fuck. Haah- Tight for a whore, huh?" He almost growled, head dipping down to sink his teeth into his shoulder with something to ground him. It wasn't enough to break the skin, not yet.

He doesn’t notice Kaoru at first until the other grabs onto him, causing him to let out a much louder moan than he intended to. To add onto it, Keito practically mewls as Kaoru pushes in, touching his chest in motion with the other pressing up against him. “I’m not- Hey!” Keito flinches when the other bites, his hands flying off of playing with his chest to grip the altar in an effort to try and control himself. “Is this your s-sick idea of a joke?” He pants, laboring to look at the other biting him. He’s unable to get them in time, and as he turns to the other his glasses slip off of his face and hit the floor, causing him to try and pull back but instead feels what Kaoru’s put in raw inside of him, a burning sensation he almost likes as he jerks back into place. The world is a blur as he whines and shakily points down at the ground. “My glasses, Hakaze… Can you g-get them for me…” He’s far too against the table to get them himself, and if he bends down again he’ll just hurt himself further. Despite how worked up he is, he’s still cares immensely about those glasses.

Yeah, no. The glasses could wait. Maybe. Kaoru was slow as he pushed into him, letting him have a few brief moments to adjust. He was glad he'd prepared him earlier, and as much as the guy sucked he didn't want to seriously injure him by fucking him. As funny as that did sound though. He broke away from his shoulder, grinning at the mark he'd left in his shoulder. Yeah, that last a bit. He laughed softly, his other hand coming up to harshly push down on his back to get him to bend properly over the altar. Once he was finally seated fully in him, he let out a low sigh. At some point he'd managed to grab his glasses (don't ask how -- it was either fae shit or his shoe) and popped them on top of his own head. He leaned over him, slowly trying to steady his breathing, "A joke?" His voice was a little breathy, and he cleared his throat to bring it back to normal. "Anything but, actually~ You wanted me bad enough you were begging, Keito-kun."

“I meant the biting- You- Mmph!” His knuckles were white against the edges of the altar as the other fully seats himself, with small droplets beginning to from in Keito’s eyes as he looks back at the hunter, everything still a complete blur for him. Really now, why did he have such bad eyesight despite being a vampire? Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Keito’s lower half burns, and he can’t see a thing. He’d have cursed god if he weren’t on an altar with a dick up his ass. However, Kaoru didn’t seem willing to give Keito time to curse or speak about anything other than his precious glasses. Keito can barely get out any words, everything a garbled mess as he tries to compose himself, but the feeling is just too much inside, and he’s reduced to just low whining noises. He finally gets out a couple words, looking back and Kaoru and noticing the other is most certainly wearing his glasses, but he barely has the energy to care. “K-Kaoru…. Please, just… Do something…!” He cries out.

There was far too much fun to be had with Keito. Especially when he was squirming and begging oh so sweetly for him to do something to him. He was so desperate, and Kaoru was happy to give him what he wanted -- and simultaneously use it against him. Kaoru kept his pace agonizingly slow, his grip tightening on his hip to keep him pressed up against the altar as he slowly drew back until the head of his cock was just barely in him. There was a beat of silence, just their breaths in the quiet air of the church... Before Kaoru slammed back in at full force, shaking the wooden altar beneath him. He wouldn't do that again, as fun as it would be to watch him squirm, no, he was quick to get into a rhythm after that. Drawing his hips back just a bit and thrusting into him a little shallowly at an almost brutal pace. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of getting to adjust, no, just going for his own satisfaction. Keito's was second in this moment.

Keito couldn’t help but breathe a small sigh of relief when he feels the other slow down, relaxing his muscles and- As Kaoru slams back into him, he cries out and hears the sound of the wood of the altar splintering under his grip as he wobbles and almost falls down, crying out from the repeated feeling of the other moving so fast inside of him. He feels like he’s burning up, and all he can do is readjust himself shakily as the other begins to thrust at an unsteady pace. He was almost happy to let the other use him for a bit, not making as much noise as he had previously and just focusing on keeping himself in place as he loosened up around the other. “If you c-come inside of me-“ He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Kaoru hits a sweet spot, causing Keito to lightly whine and grip at his slightly broken handholds for comfort.

Kaoru settled into his rhythm pretty quickly, moving his hand off of his back to rest on the altar so it was a little easier to be over him. He loosened the grip on his hip just slightly, enough to let Keito squirm underneath him. Once he had s- Bingo. That whine drew a smug grin to his lips, and he shifted just slightly to adjust his angle so he could thrust right into his sweet spot. His pace shifted slightly, a little slower (although still rough) just so he could deepen every thrust a little more. Kaoru's breathing was already picking up, and he laughed at the reactions he was getting. "What? You wanna cum just from having your bitch button played with?" He taunted, ending the statement with a particularly harsh thrust. "Are you really that pathetic?"

"It's-It's not my fault you're- Aah-" He's barely keeping it together, desperate to not show more weakness and finish for a fourth time all over the altar's underside. Unfortunately his body has different plans for him, and as Kaoru whispers into his ear, he lets out a sob and leaks all over the floor, putting his head in his hands out of pure embarrassment. "Keep going," He manages to choke out, despite how badly his body hurts from being touched and poked so thoroughly. As much as he doesn't want to, Keito begins to sniffle, small teardrops falling down his face as the other continues to hit just where it feels just right. He's practically destroyed front of the altar with his clutching onto it. It's pathetic, he knows. But he really can't help it.

"Awe, is the little bloodsucker crying?" He teased, and it didn't seem that he was at all upset about it, enjoying listening to him sniffle as he was pounded into. The control he had over the situation was almost addicting, nails digging harshly into his hip to stabilize himself as he moved his other hand. He let out a low groan, trying his best to swallow down any noises so Keito was forced to focus on himself. His hand trailed down his side slowly, shifting to the front. He wrapped a hand around his cock, not even giving him a break there. He nipped at the top of his ear, lips ghosting along the side of his neck. He seemed to be thinking about his next course of action for a few moments, stuttering in his pace just slightly. He sunk his teeth into the skin of his neck, sucking in a dark hickey. He hummed against his skin, pulling away with a soft pop before he moved a little lower to do the same thing again.

“Aah-!” He was absolutely lost in the feeling, letting the other do exactly as he pleased to Keito. He’s a bit annoyed about the makes, but far too focused fo get upset about it. “Aah, K-Kaoru… Too much, you’re touching too much…” He whines out. He moves his own hands off of the altar and begins gently rubbing at his chest again. It’s a feeling he’s not very used to, but after the other told him to touch there, he’s found he’s a lot more sensitive than he realized. Tears continue to drip out of his eyes as he feeling of it all is far too much for Keito to control. “Kaoru, I’m gonna… I can’t hold my legs up for much longer…” “Please, you can do whatever you want with me on the floor, just… Mm, I don’t know if I can stand…”

Kaoru huffed, rolling his eyes at the begging. He was tempted to let him fall, to make him grab onto the altar as he struggled to stay up. But he was nice. See? He wasn't just an asshole. He was also an asshole that wanted to watch the vampire break down in front of him. He slowly pulled out of him, letting out a quiet little groan as he did so. He looped an arm under his midsection, managing to twist him and get him on the altar on his back. Probably right in a bit of his own cum, but that wasn't his issue. One hand moved down to line himself right back up with his hole. He leaned forward, cupping one of his cheeks in the palm of his hand, swiping away a tear almost too gently. Right before he thrust back into him, bottoming out quickly and pausing there for just a moment. "Your tears are so cute, Keito-kun~"

He whines as the other lets go, about to ask what Kaoru was doing until the other begins to reposition him. He tries his best to help, but he probably ends up squirming more than he means to. It was nice to have some kind of support, even if the altar was a little slick with… He didn’t want to think about what was on the altar, actually. Keito’s far too used to the intrusion at this point, only lightly whining as the other enters once again. He’s actually a bit confused by why the other cups his cheek so gently, looking back at Kaoru in a bit of shock. “C-cute?” He sniffs, pouting slightly as the other mocks him.

"Of course, cute~" He purred, staying in place for a few split seconds. "I wonder if I could get you to cry even more." That soft expression dropped in a half second, and one hand moved down to his hip, digging blunt nails right back into the skin there to keep himself steady. He pulled out of him, just about halfway before he thrust back into him. The hand on his cheek trailed down, brushing over a nipple before he pinched it between his fingers, gently rolling it to see his reactions. "How many times have you h-" He groaned as he thrust right back into him, almost more harsh than he had been before, now that he wasn't relying on Keito's stability. "Come undone under me?" He laughed at him, pinching that nipple more harshly with a well-timed buck of his hips into Keito.

At the other’s touch to his chest he becomes an absolute mess, mouth wide open as Kaoru thrusts. He flails his legs for a moment, unsure where to direct the intense feeling going through him as he feels himself getting far too close to a fifth time. “F-Four…” Keito whimpers as the other pinches him. He’s much more sensitive than he realized, and the attention to such a neglected area is causing him to almost sob. “.. Four times.” Saying it out loud is what really gets Keito, and he sniffles again, more tears falling down his face. “Your fingers feel… A-Aah…” He’s still desperately fighting against his body to not release any time soon.

Those tears continued to spur him on, a twisted grin on his lips as he watched him completely fall apart. He directed his thrusts right up against his sweet spot once more, pace almost brutal as he pounded into him. "Come on~ Don't hold back, cum again for me." He growled, voice low as he used the hand on his hip to harshly press him down into the altar. He was beginning to feel himself get close at this point as well, as disappointing as that was, but he wanted to keep this going. It was far too satisfying to see him cry. A stuttered breath came from him, followed by a low grown, pace faltering for a split second before he continued. Yeah, pushing Keito over the edge a fifth time may just be his own breaking point.

At Kaoru’s command, Keito finally stops struggling, as if this was some weird way of permission he’d decided on, and as the other continues, he finishes for a fifth time, once again getting himself and the altar dirty, though much less so than before. His body practically screams at him as he fully collapses against the altar, still softly whimpering and unable to make eye contact with Kaoru. He needs to move, needs to run, but Kaoru’s still firmly in him and is hitting him in the exact right spot, and while he doesn’t feel like he can finish again, the slight overstimulation does feel good. “I-Isn’t that enough for you..?” He says quietly, looking up at the other from his position. He’s still crying a bit from the feeling, and he knows the other still has to finish himself, so Keito spreads his legs a bit more and decides maybe just this once he’ll let Kaoru use him.

Kaoru didn't respond to his question, focused fully on taking what he wanted from him. The tears shining in his eyes made his dick twitch just a bit in him, pace picking up for a good thirty seconds before he finally let that feeling wash over him again. He fucked Keito through his orgasm, not giving him a break until after, pushing in fully and letting out a low groan as he released into him. His grip on him was still as tight as ever, head dropping as he focused on his breathing. He stayed still for a moment, laughing quietly at the situation. "Took it like a good bitch, didn't you?" He taunted, still working on slowly evening out his breathing. He cautiously pulled out of him, stepping back a bit to admire his work, tucking himself back into his underwear and tugging up his jeans. "Thanks, though~ Maybe I won't kill you."

There’s no point in Keito attempting to put his torn up clothing back on, and he’s exhausted, so he doesn’t respond for a second, catching his breath on the altar as he tries to look at anything other than Kaoru and his taunting words. He curls up on the altar, knowing he can’t stay there forever - The sun will come up, people will see him - But he barely cares. He’s just tired now. “.. Just maybe?” He doesn’t even have the energy to whip out some snarky comeback. “… Just leave now. You’ve had your fun. Go tell all your hunter friends about how much enjoyment you got out of utterly humiliating me.” He sounded almost hurt suddenly, as if what they’d done had been something special and not just a heat of the moment action.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm leaving." He wasn't leaving, actually. He turned around to grab his jacket, throwing it back on. Although it wasn't quite post-nut clarity (okay, maybe it was), he did feel a little bad for pushing the vampire so far. The tears were nice in the moment, but... He slipped away to the back offices of the church, coming back with heavier pockets than before. He was unsurprised to see Keito still on the altar, moving over to him. Gently, he helped him to a sitting position, holding out what seemed to be a small bottle of water. "C'mon. Drink some water. 'M not gonna run off and leave you hurting in a church." He said, stepping away to go gather up Keito's clothes as well, and although they were ripped he folded them neatly and set them on a clean part of the altar. "Once you're good I'll help you to the bathroom in the back. Get you cleaned up." Eugh. Was he really going this soft for a fucking vampire? ...Yeah. It was a hookup, and he was gonna make sure he was taken care of. Even if it was against all his job responsibilities.

He looks at the bottle of water for a moment, more confused than dazed. “… Hakaze, I can’t drink water. I’m a vampire.” He sets the water to the side, but tries to make it at least apparent he’s thankful for the gesture. He puts his underwear back on and decides his pants are salvageable enough, even if they have a large rip down one side. Keito shivers a bit since his shirt was pretty much destroyed, but he can get away with not wearing one, at least until he gets home. It’s harder than he expected it to be to walk, but considering he’s been bending himself this way and that, he really shouldn’t be surprised. He limps over to Kaoru, leaning against the other as more of an afterthought to catch his balance than a serious gesture. “I need blood, but… I can get it myself. I have some extra at home…” He sounds exhausted.

Kaoru was quick to wrap an arm around him to keep him up, sighing at the statement. Of course he would just wait until he got back. Hadn't Keito offered himself up as part of the original deal, just to take some blood? The thought was tempting, and it seemed that Keito was more than exhausted. If it were a demon, he told himself, he wouldn't care. He'd leave the damn thing to rot. But... he'd told himself he wouldn't kill vampires, and he felt bad just leaving him here... He sighed heavily, mumbling something under his breath before he offered his wrist to Keito. "Drink. Go. You have like twenty seconds before I take my wrist back."

Keito quickly bites down, closing his eyes as he laps at the wound, careful not to take too much blood - A kind of gentleness he would have never reserved for the other had it been a few hours ago (Had it been hours? Keito had no idea). When he’s done, he pulls back carefully, making sure the blood has stopped rushing to the small wound, before leaning against Kaoru once again. The other had tasted sweet, and it was enough to sustain Keito for the night. He stays like that for a couple seconds, catching his breath, before talking again. “I can clean myself up at home… Thank you for the offer, though.” He’s already shown enough weakness to Kaoru, and he’s almost embarrassed to let the other care for him in such a manner. Some strange part of him doesn’t want to go, but he pulls away for now, taking a couple barefoot (he’d have to grab his shoes) steps back. “Hopefully, we won’t see each other around.” Keito jokes.

"Don't get it twisted. Any other hunter would have gut you on the spot~" He hummed, "Thanks for the name, though~" He had no plans of giving it back, deciding to keep it just in case he needed it again. He likely wouldn't, but you never knew when you'd need a vampire on your side. Kaoru chuckled at the statement, just shaking his head. He gave him a lazy wave of his hand, making sure his knife was sheathed properly before he took his leave. Whatever he'd originally come here for could wait. And if anyone asked, then he'd just say he had to get a vampire out and couldn't grab the documents he needed. He slipped out of the church quietly, letting the wood doors slam shut behind him.

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