🎃 Gonna write a story about the art because it's so gosh dang amazing! Consider this my first fanfiction :D 🎃
It was a strange night today, Doumeki was acting much more forward than he usually is with Yashiro. Yashiro played it cool waiting for him by the elevator, not really expecting him to come back so quickly. He wasn't expecting a lot of things that night.
Yashiro was half-expecting him to just idly wait for the elevator to go to his designated floor, but Doumeki surprised him by doing a full-on kabedon on him. Now Yashiro felt tense, and it wasn't helping that he started to breathe a bit quicker than he usually did (I am refusing to make this more dirty than it should be). His eyes darted everywhere until he saw Doumeki quiver, his eyes locking in on the tense muscles surrounding him.
"Yashiro-san, can you do me a favor and leave at the next floor?" He heard Doumeki say silently.
Yashiro looked at him with those half-lidded eyes that were always indescribable. He didn't move, he just looked at him.
A women stepped in. Yashiro, for some slight hesitation, hoped she wouldn't look at they're direction. Doumeki took his left hand off the wall, and clutched his left eye quickly. Something was wrong, Yashiro could see it literally.
His eyes were bloodshot red, much different from the warm dark brown that Yashiro could deny he fell in love with. Doumeki spoke with a louder voice asking the lady, "Ms, what time is it?"
She replied looking at her watch, not paying any attention to the incredible tension happening behind her and said, "Midnight, sir."
Doumeki took a breath and replied a solemn thanks, before the women disappeared to the next floor. Doumeki wished Yashiro had gone along with her, he couldn't take it anymore.
Yashiro looked up and watched how his eyes turned red and then back to brown, teeth turning sharp and then normal. He thought he was hallucinating, surely Doumeki couldn't be a vampire?
All suspicions were completely thrown off the window when Doumeki spoke quietly.
"Need...blood..". A beg, a need to survive, and Yashiro gave in way too quickly.
Yashiro tilted his head to the side and looked at Doumeki's hunger-filled eyes, instantly turning to a slit. "Come on big vampire, I know you want my blo-", he couldn't even finish.
Doumeki possessively held his waist (Yashiro consequently touching his hand and the other onto his shoulder), placed his sharp fangs at the center of Yashiro's neck, and bit gently. A few seconds passed, and he began to suck at a slow pace making sure Yashiro didn't feel that much of a sting. When he was satisfied, he looked up at the mirror, looking at the horrible damage he had done..