Fatal Ties (Ruki/Ayato)
Title: Fatal Ties Fandom: Diabolik Lovers Prompt: Warm Nights Medium: Fic Size: 552 Words Rating: M Warnings: Harsh Language. Summary/Preview: Ayato struggles with his feelings and Ruki is pretty damn sure of himself. Notes: None. “Get off,” Ayato grunts and jerks away from Ruki’s embrace. “I’m not your girlfriend or wifey, shitcock. Cuddling is not on the itinerary.” Sighing loudly, Ruki rests his chin on his fist and remains a mere inch or so from Ayato’s back. His smirk bores through Ayato, though, and the other vampire can practically feel the smug atttitude radiating off of Ruki in waves. “It’s too hot for you to be all handsy with me afterwards,” Ayato offers further excuses, clutching the pillow beneath his head harder as he scoots closer towards the edge of the mattress. A light chuckle is all he receives in turn. Growling, Ayato finally gathers the gumption he needs to tear his face from the confines of the pillow and whip his head around to stare Ruki down. Regret instantly sets in, though, because as soon as he meets the other vampire’s eyes, that lump settles into his throat and he’s unable to form coherent sentences. “You aren’t the most experienced, I’ll admit,” Ruki ruminates with a wave of his free hand, chin still resting in the other. “Your aptitude for learning is commendable, though, and you’re just so damn eager.” Ayato’s voice catches in his throat again but he manages to croak, “Your fucking point being?” Ruki leans over this time, fingers gliding beneath Ayato’s jawline and sliding down to his chin as he adds, “I don’t find many things in life enjoyable or remotely attractive anymore, but you, my dear pure-bred, are like a breath of fresh air.” “That supposed to impress me or something?” Eyes narrowing and lips slanting to one side, Ayato scoffs, “Stop using your flowery words and say it straight.” Abandoning the arrogant speech he’s so fond of, Ruki opts for a method usually favored by Ayato, leaning in closer to seal the gap between them with his lips on Ayato’s. His fingers move from chin to cheek to hair and scalp as he ravages Ayato’s mouth properly, finally settling his grip on the back of Ayato’s head to support him. Never one to back down, Ayato pushes right back and crams his tongue as far in as it will go, nearly gagging Ruki, but his punishment follows with a swift nip against his tongue. By the time they pull away, strings of saliva falling onto the space of the bed between them, the bedroom seems a thousand times warmer. Ayato has difficulty catching his breath when he spots rivulets of sweat coursing down Ruki’s bare skin. “You and I share a bond stronger than…” Ruki thinks for a moment. “How did you put it?” Ayato deadpans, “Fuck buddies?” Ruki sighs again, clearly slighted by his harsh language, and shakes his head. “I’ll have to train you not to speak so uncouthly.” “Tch. Try all you want!” Ayato taunts him, grinning this time. “Just to save you some disappointment, though, many have tried and failed already.” “Yes, well,” Ruki says with one of those scheming smiles of his own as he leans in for a quick peck against Ayato’s pouty lips, “none have had the patience I’ve had with you, either.” This time, Ayato doesn’t protest at the arm twining around his bare waist beneath the sheets. Ruki pulls Ayato flush against himself and finishes with a succinct, “Nor the adoration.”
