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Notes/warnings: This is actually based on Gackt’s movie, Moon Child. So I guess really, it’s not Gackt, but it is
Gackt…so yeah. If you haven’t seen Moon
Child, then this contains major spoilers!!! Okay? Right.
So, if you don’t care about that, but you still want to read this,
here’s a little guide:

Sho = Gackt
Kei = Hyde (Another hot Japanese pop star from L’Arc~en~Ciel
or whatever the hell that band is called)

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Kei could feel the sun boring into him, burning his skin and
eyes, though the pain reached deeper than the surface and seemed to set his
very being on fire. What was usually
cold and dead now was alive and ablaze; he loathed it—he was used to the
cold. In fact, the only thought of
warmth that had ever brought him comfort was that of Sho’s own heat, his
living, warm flesh pressed up against Kei’s, squirming and screaming with
flaming passion, producing enough heat to burn the both of them.
p clp class=MsoNormal>
Not that that had ever happened… Well, at least not outside the tormented walls of Kei’s
mind. And the comfort that that thought
actually did bring him wasn’t of the traditional sense—it was an uncomfortable
comfort, and Kei hated it. Anyway, Sho
was much too young for him, their age difference spreading very much beyond
even what was considered normal standards.
How old was Sho now, 30, 40?
Couldn’t be less than that, seeing as though he had a six-year-old
daughter, but at the same time, couldn’t be more than that either. Sho’s face, unlike those of most other
normal people, defied the gravity of time and still remained handsome as ever,
or perhaps even more handsome than when he was in his twenties. He literally had not aged at all. His hair had remained full and dark, his
body strong and supple, and his skin, his ever-so-smooth skin still had yet to
see a wrinkle. No, Sho was as beautiful
and young as ever, like a vampire himself almost. Even now, Kei realized as he gazed down at the object of his
affections, with blood pooling over his full lips and down his chin, his body
twitching in a painful agony of death, a frightening glaze over his eyes as he
stared at something that most definitely was not there, Kei couldn’t help but
admit that Sho remained as always—beautiful, luscious, perfect.

For this brilliant moment, Kei watched as Sho’s overall
loveliness peaked. Soaked in blood, a
vampire’s delight, he was nothing less than gorgeous. Kei found himself almost overcome with a lustful hunger, wanting
nothing more than to drink up Sho in all ways imaginable. He licked his lips tainted with desire as he
stared, wishing that he had Sho’s heat around him despite the glaring sun now
causing smoke to billow from his body.
He studied Sho once again, watching as those unfocused blues eyes slid
past his own face and settled on thin air.
And it was with these eyes that Kei found himself reaching a painful
revelation. Sho’s newfound deathly
beauty would not last much er—wer—with all things dying comes death. And then, and then…Sho would be gone, his
body would start to decay, and all of his beauty would slowly transform into
grotesque hideousness, a still, cold cadaver melting beneath the ground.

“No, Sho…” Kei whispered, clutching Sho’s gasping form
deeper into his own body. “Don’t die,
Sho… Sho!”

A trembling hand reached past him, dyed completely red with
thick blood covering it like a glove.
Kei merely glanced at it before grabbing it and lowering it back to
Sho’s twitching body. There was no one
there—Sho was hallucinating. Must be.

He was getting closer and closer to death. Kei could sense it, could taste
it. His Sho was dying. Dying in the most exquisite of ways,
bleeding to death, but it would stop all too soon. Sho had stopped twitching and gasping, and his body was
unnervingly still now.

“Don’t die!!!” Kei cried, tears gathering in his eyes. He buried his face below Sho’s jaw, bringing
him even closer to the deathly scene where he could now smell the peculiar
sweet scent of fresh blood.

Kei couldn’t deny it—in all the time he had known Sho, even
when Sho had been just a little kid, Kei had felt an especial thirst for Sho’s
blood over anyone else’s. It was some
sort of twisted lust that Kei had never admitted to anyone, hardly even to
himself. For decades he had been
tortured, tempted cruelly with that decadent liquid just out of his reach. At last one day Kei had attempted to quench
his thirst by sneaking a sip from Sho after the boy had accidentally cut himself,
but quenching was the last thing that drink had done. After that his desire had flared, and now, here he was, holding
the dying body bathing in a shrine of that very blood. The blood that would soon stop flowing for
good. The blood that Kei would never be
able to drink.

He couldn’t stand this!
He couldn’t bear his Sho leaving him.
He couldn’t bear being forced to travel the night alone again, thinking
of nothing but his prior friends that had died so pointlessly. It was all so pointless. Life, death, there was no importance to any
of it. Sho would forgive him someday.

With a soft hiss, Kei bared his fangs and pulled his jaw
open painfully wide as he dipped his head forward, burying his teeth into the
now cold skin of Sho’s neck. He
punctured the vein easily, and the warm, sweet blood that carried with it the
essence of Sho’s life poured into his mouth.
Kei swallowed it ravenously and dug deeper into Sho’s flesh with all his
weight, sucking and swallowing lewdly, sniffing air through his nose between
each gulp. Despite Sho’s weakness, Kei
could feel the dying body tense beneath him as it grew colder by with each
mouthful. A soft moan escaped on Sho’s
breath, causing Kei to remove his fangs from within the flesh. It was almost like sex, this way of
feeding. Ripping flesh, bruising,
blood, and pain, not to mention the euphoric high that ittowetowed upon the
drinker. But it was not nearly
satisfying enough—Kei wanted the real thing, but now Sho’s face was much too
pale. Any moment Sho would slip beyond
the point of return, and Kei would not be able to salvage any of his life.

Tearing his own flesh at the tips of his fingers, Kei thrust
them into Sho’s mouth, squeezing them and allowing his own blood to drip down
Sho’s throat. He let out only as much
blood as was needed, and then relocated his hand to around Sho’s body as he
gathered his strength and dragged the limp form into the shade—it was never a
very good thing to be turned in the sunlight.
Not to mention that Kei himself was feeling a little too much pain from
the burning, and now his skin was starting to melt.

Kei sat back and silently watched his skin slowly begin to
reform back to its original state as he waited for Sho to turn. He could hear Sho’s pained cries, but did
not dare to look up to see his friend suffering. No, he knew that would be too much to bear, knowing that he was
that one that caused it, along with the future suffering that Sho was most
definitely bound to experience just by being a vampire. The guilt that weighed on Kei’s conscience
was almost enough to override his lust.
Almost. Sho, however, belonged
to him now. He had been waiting for so
long.

At last the cries subsided, and Kei looked back at his
friend, who was now lying on his back on the piles of rocks, his legs bent,
breathing heavily as he stared at the sky with his beautiful eyes. Kei grinned his usual wry grin, lifting
himself to his feet and shedding his red coat as he made his way over to the
huffing form on the ground. Sho’s eyes
snaked over to him, but Kei didn’t give himself enough time to register what
expression they carried before gliding down to straddle Sho’s waist with his
vampiric grace. His smile faded,
though, once he saw the tears gathering in Sho’s eyes, threatening to overflow
and slide down his cheeks and temples.

“You… How…could
you…?” Sho choked out, his breath catching at the beginnings of sobs.

Kei allowed his lust to overcome him so as not to be stopped
by guilt. He leaned forward, stretching
his back as he buried his head in the hollow of Sho’s neck, softly stroking the
gasping chest as he lay there.

“You’re such a crybaby,” Kei teased, smiling large enough
that his fangs showed. “Like
always. Sho.”

Sho didn’t respond, and his sobs only continued even as Kei
ran his arms under his neck and pulled them closer together.

“Sho. Don’t you
see? Now it doesn’t matter. We can stay like this forever. We can be together forever,” Kei continued
his reassurances, snuggling deeper into Sho’s flesh, soiling his face with the
blood that still lingered there. His
tongue snaked out of his mouth, lapping up the blood, though he did not stop
with that as he continued to run his tongue along Sho’s jaw, tasting the
perfect skin that settled there. He
could feel Sho’s body stiffen underneath him, though he did not quit his
pursuit and instead wavered from the jaw line onto the chin, where he continued
along until his own lips brushed against those ever so seductively full ones
that were now trembling along with the tears traveling down the perfect face.

“Kei…” Sho whispered, his voice laden with a seemingly
incredible weight.

Kei merely smiled in a victory of sorts, hearing in that
weak voice Sho’s strength of will collapsing.
Quickly removing the smile from his face, though, Kei pressed his lips
forward, touching Sho’s much more aggressively this time and fighting for
entrance with his tongue. The opening
came swiftly, and Kei graciously accepted it, plunging his tongue across the
threshold into the delicious hollow that awaited him. He probed the area, observing every detail. He ran his tongue across perfect teeth,
marred only by the presence of sharp new fangs, the inside of Sho’s lip,
tasting peculiarly sweet, not unlike the addicting taste of blood, and the roof
of Sho’s mouth, rough with thin vessels carrying within them more of that
succulent red liquid.

A moan and the presence of Sho’s arms around him alerted Kei
of his achievement. Breaking the kiss
only to whisper, “I love you, Sho,” before diving iain,ain, Kei relished in
this newfound pleasure, immaculate lust overcoming him as he immersed himself
into Sho’s luscious mouth. Even more
than the mouth, though, Kei’s attentions wavered more to the body now writhing
beneath him, sucking in breath and wriggling against his own. Kei could feel his own body reacting to the
sensations, and therefore ground his hips into Sho’s, basking in the heightened
feeling.

Kei let a moan escape his lips when Sho’s legs slid around
his waist, pulling him closer to the drenched body, letting him feel for the
first time Sho’s own hardness from the ministrations. He felt Sho lift his head forward, and the wet tongue that
slithered across his forehead made him relax somehow, his taut muscles
loosening despite the onslaught of sensuality upon his body. He leaned into Sho’s chest, allowing his
head to follow the steady rise and fall of each heavy breath as he tuned his
own breath into that rhythm. He was
almost ready to lift himself up again and take Sho once and for all when suddenly
he found his own body catapulted onto the bed of rocks surrounding them,
feeling a few new bruises surfacing on his back, and he pulled his knees toward
the sky in an attempt to minimize the pain.
In only a matter of seconds, Sho’s face appeared above him with blue
eyes half-lidded in a daze. Those
precious lips contacted Kei’s cheek and then slipped lower, down his neck and
onto the small amount of chest peeking above the neckline of his shirt. Kei arched his back, knotting his legs and
arms around Sho as a hoarse cry issued from his throat. His body convulsed, wracked with pleasure as
Sho’s hand delved beneath his pants, teasing his erection mercilessly, and to
prolong the building tension, Sho removed it much too quickly, leaving Kei
feeling too cold beneath the fabric of his pants.

Kei released a pent-up breath that he hadn’t realized he was
holding in the brief break, though bodybody protested the lack of movement and
soon began to buck on its own, desperate for the feel of Sho across it once
more. Kei squeezed his eyes closed,
gasping at his own desire, but forced them open once again when he felt his
shirt torn from his body. He barely
managed to focus upon Sho’s face, still a mask of perfect skin, though those
beautiful eyes were clouded with a hunger so fierce it could only belong to a
vampire. Kei reached forward with
shaking hands, futilely attempting to unbutton Sho’s shirt as well, but it
proved to be a much too complicated task for his aroused stated. Sho, upon successfully removing Kei’s shirt,
moved to his own, pushing Kei’s hands away and completing the objective with
much more grace. His eyes then once
again settled upon Kei, the latter still wracked with painful pleasure, senses
overloaded with the thought of finally obtaining what he had lusted after for
decades.

Kei once again shut his eyes when he felt Sho’s hands near
his erection again, even though he could feel that it was only to remove the
pants that obstructed them. His hips
bucked involuntarily against Sho’s hands, and Kei felt a blush spread across
his cheek with the embarrassment of his weakness. He had never expected himself to be so easily aroused, so easily
taken. He had wanted to take Sho, but
from the looks of it, it wouldn’t turn out that way at all.yes"> This was overwhelming.

Kei felt Sho’s body retreat away from him again, though he
instead felt Sho’s attentions shift to his legs, which Sho was now parting
forcefully. Kei prepared himself for
the presence of Sho’s fingers inside of him, though what he received instead
was much more painful, unexpected, and, Kei admitted with a slightly
masochistic thought, satisfying. Sho
thrust his whole member inside of Kei at once, causing the smaller vampire to
cry out in pain at the action.yes"> It seemed to Kei like Sho was trying to hurt him, to
punish him, to make him feel as much pain as he could.

Kei hated to admit, though, that if Sho was trying to punish
him, it was hardly working. He relished
the pain, allowing it to send excited shivers throughout his body. He gasped each time Sho inflicted another
burning sensation on him, moving his body to meet it and maximize the
pain. The thrusts were hard, each one
more painful than the last, ripping through his already sore ass. He bent his knee, allowing his heel to catch
on one of the scattered rocks around them, and thrust his hips upward into
Sho’s rhythm, finally eliciting a soft moan from the previously grimly silent
vampire.

“Sho,” Kei gasped, wrapping his arms around the other man
and pulling him down on top of himself, putting an abrupt end to what was a
thrust in progress. Kei breathed
heavily, wriggling his body but at the same time lapping up the feel of Sho
against him, their soft skin slick with sweat and blood sliding together, their
excited heat mingling in a steamy array.
Kei allowed his eyes to close and another moan to escape his throat when
Sho started again, pinning him even harder to the ground and grinding his hips
with more ferocity than before. Kei
entangled his hand into Sho’s now tousled hair when the latter’s lips began to
trail across Kei’s jaw and neck again.
Kei once again whispered his name, though his breath was cut short when
a new pain, much more fiery and intense than any he had felt prior, enveloped
his body, engulfing him in liquid fire, all stemming from Sho’s mouth, which
was now latched onto his neck and sucking the spurting blood eagerly.

Another thrust came from Sho’s hips, pushing his head in a
new direction and causing his fangs to rip through more flesh, allowing another
river of blood to pool into his mouth, though he did not falter in swallowing
it. Kei screamed, wrapping both hands
into Sho’s hair and attempting to pry him away, but his constantly weakening
state did not allow him to succeed. He
instead relaxed his body and accepted the pain that Sho was inflicting upon
him, turning it into his own pleasure—he had never re ere experienced this,
this sensation of being drained completely. Sho was extracting his sweat, his blood, his saliva, his
tears… He could feel the very essence
of his life flooding into Sho’s mouth on the back of his escaping blood, and somehow
he found comfort in the idea.spanspan>He liked
feeling empty, feeling drained, giving everything he had to the one who was
taking him, the one, he now decided without doubt, he loved. Wrenching his own legs even farther open
than they were before and bucking his hips forward, he came, spilling the very
last of his bodily fluid across both of their torsos, somehow decorating them,
clothing them, with it.

He felt dry. Even
the tears had stopped coming to his eyes, despite the screaming of his torn
body. He fell limp into the dirt, not
even making a sound when Sho bit deeper into his neck. His eyes closed on their own will, and with
that set in the fatigue of being bloodless.
He could barely take it; he felt as though he were stranded in the sun,
the intense heat waves drying him out and burning him to a crisp, not even
allowing his own perspiration to soothe him.
He didn’t like this feeling anymore.
He was too tired to care about anything, not even the fact that Sho, his
Sho, was still inside of him.

He wriftrifting off when a groan from Sho jolted him back to
consciousness; he felt Sho’s member twitch inside him, and then release its own
liquid into him. Kei couldn’t help
it—he let out another load moan, almost a scream, as the liquid fire filled
him, returning to him his moisture, dispelling the dryness that was still
threatening him. Tears threatened to
spill out of his eyes again as he wrapped his arms around Sho’s broad shoulders
and pulled him even closer, allowing gravity to substitute for his lack of
strength. Sho did not protest, but
instead removed his fangs and buried his face into the crook of Kei’s neck, his
breath tickling the rapidly healing lacerations there.
/p>

Kei opened his mouth, willing his dry throat to work. His arms slid up closer to Sho’s neck, and
he whispered, just barely audible, “I love you.”

There was no response, and Kei hoped that Sho had not heard
him, but there was a dark, unsettling feeling within his chest that viciously
unnerved him.

……………

Kei awoke just as the sun was setting. He had been dragged behind a broken wall to
protect him from the sun’s light, and, although still naked, his clothes had
been draped over his body like a blanket, hiding him from nonexistent prying
eyes. He blinked his eyes open and sat
up, feeling strangely energized despite the fact that he knew his blood
was probably still replenishing itself.
He looked around at his surroundings, at the piles of rocks,
the graffiti on the walls… He knew this
place. This was the slump where Sho and
Toshi had grown up. This is where they
had brought back all their successful pickpocket spoils before they had become
rich big shots. This was where it all
began, he supposed. He could still
remember the way little Sho had so relentlessly dragged him through the sun to
this place. This was where he and Sho had
first established their bond of friendship all those years ago, and now, this
was where they had solidified it. A
small smile touched Kei’s lips at that thought, but it immediately disappeared
upon the next one.

This was where Sho grew up, practically where he was
born. And this was also where…he had
died.

A trail in the dirt marked where Son’s dead body had been
dragged away. Kei briefly wondered if
Sho had buried it. Kei slowly allowed
his eyes to trail down to his palms, which he opened to gaze at. They were all dead now. All of them.

With shaking fingers, Kei began to pull on his clothes, but
even the extra fabric did nothing to soothe his trembling. He was cold—something that naturally came
with being a vampire—but this was colder than usual. He felt like he was freezing to death.

A shuffling drew Kei’s attention, and he watched at
en
entered, once again clothed in his blood soaked outfit. His hands were painted with dirt that
extended beyond the cuffs of his jacket onto his arms. Kei stared at him emotionlessly, simply
watching as he travelowarowards him, not even bothering to stay in the shade
and just waltzing through the thick lines of the setting sun. He knelt down beside Kei and stared into his
face; Kei stared back, looking into deep blue eyes that were tired with a
fatigue beyond normality, the fatigue of being undead, a fatigue that would
never go away. These were eyes of a
crybaby that would weep no more.

“You promised me that if I died, you would take care of
Hana,” Sho said, and upon his words Kei felt a knot tighten in his chest. No, he didn’t want to hear this. He knew all too well what was coming.

“Sho,” he whispered, turning his eyes to the ground, unable
to look upon his lover anymore.

“You’ll keep your promise, won’t you, Kei?”

Kei could feel Sho’s eyes boring into him, and it paralyzed
hidy.
…………

After watching Hana leave, clutchinr flr flowers in her
hands, Kei began to resign himself to his fate; he had nothing left anymore,
nothing to do, no one to take care of.
He would die alone, suicide in the sun’s rays, facing the sea as smoke
curled around him and flames consumed his body, just like his predecessor Luca
before him. A deep sadness welled
within him with his resignation, blurring his thoughts so much that when he
turned around, it took him a few moments to register that what he was seeing
was not a hallucination.

A small smile graced his lips, not his usual wry grin that
he used for Hana, but a real smile, something he had not experienced for a long
time. He knew he should feel bad with
what he saw, but he couldn’t help himself.
There he was, after all those years, and Kei could feel his wish coming
true. It was finally time for the end.

Kei approached him, suppressing his smile and stopped just
near him.

“It’s a good painting,” Sho said, his voice clouded as he
stared at the mural. “She really is
Yi-Che’s girl.”

Kei stared at him for a moment, regarding his unwillingness
to return the gaze as he stared at the mural, as Kei wondered just what was
going through him mind. Never had Kei
expected to see him again—he had thought, considering Sho’s antics when he had
last seen him, that the younger vampire would have killed himself, and yet it
wasn’t true after all. Kei tried to
read Sho’s face, debating his actions.
Sho had been bitter about his new undead state, Kei knew, but did his
sudden reappearance mean that Kei had been forgiven?

“Are you still mad?” Kei questioned, giving up on his
previous idea of trying to read Sho.

Sho hesitated in answering, his brow furrowing in
thought. “You took care of Hana all
this time… I’m not mad. It’s just…I couldn’t do it.”

Kei felt those words rip at his heart as he watched Sho tuand and make his way over to a bench. He
wanted to apologize to Sho, to make an attempt at expressing his sincere sorrow
to Sho in words, but for some reason, it didn’t seem appropriate, so he
remained silent.

Sho stopped before he reached the bench and turned halfway
around to face him. “I couldn’t take
what I’d become. I didn’t want her to
see me like that.”

“That’s why you didn’t come back?” Kei asked as he began to
trail Sho towards the benches.yes"> It has no real relevance to the movie, it’s just some rabid fan
girl’s pathetic fantasies about her favorite pop idol, so please don’t sue.

Inspired by Spiwolf7, brought to life by me with forceful
psychological tricks from Spiwolf7.
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