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[Tales of Vesperia] That One Where Yuri's A Vampire
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cypher HAD A POST ABOUT AUs. And I decided to dredge this up from the text document where it'd been chilling for a few months.
Title: That One Where Yuri's A Vampire
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
Pairing: hints of Yuri/Duke and Yuri/Flynn
Rating: PGish?
Word Count: 554 words
Summary: The title says it all. Spoilers through Zaude.
It had broken down all previous records set for levels of weird, that first night, with Duke explaining things to him in that even, emotionless tone of his. Yuri had tried to listen, but it was just too much to take in, and more than that, it was just too difficult to focus on anything other than the slow trickle of crimson against the too-white skin of Duke's arm where he'd purposefully cut himself. Duke's hand was gentle as it carded through Yuri's hair, and if he minded the desperate way Yuri was mouthing and sucking at his bloody arm, he gave no sign of it.
Once he'd come back to himself enough to concentrate, Yuri had tried to take everything in stride. He'd also gotten off Duke's lap. Anyway, after hearing that in order to save his life -- hah -- Duke had turned him into something halfway between human and monster, there wasn't much Yuri could do but accept it and move on, because chances were, that was about as bizarre as things were going to get. And overall, it hadn't been so bad. Sure, it was awkward when he had to find someone to feed off of, but that was what tipsy bargoers who were too far gone to remember anything the next morning was for. And the alcohol in their bloodstreams had the added benefit of ensuring he didn't have to pay for his own booze anymore. Anyway, for the most part, he felt like he had things under control.
Which was why it was such a shock when he bit Flynn.
It wasn't even like he was particularly hungry. Sure, he'd been sparring with Flynn, which usually did turn him on a little, and he'd noticed there was something of a correlation between sexual desire and hunger -- Duke had said something about it being less of a need for blood than someone's life force, so that made sense -- but still, he hadn't been expecting it. One moment he and Flynn were sitting together, catching their breath, with Yuri's head resting against Flynn's shoulder. The next, Flynn's pulse was too loud in his ears, too much to resist.
He was vaguely aware that he'd tackled Flynn, forcing him to the ground, and that Flynn's startled laughter had died the moment Yuri had bit down. But mostly he was focused on the fact that Flynn tasted good, like no one he'd bitten before. Someone was making little hitching, pleased noises, and he wasn't sure which of them it was. Maybe both.
It was like being pulled from a dream when Flynn shoved at his shoulder and the reality of the situation hit him like a cold wave. Yuri stood, stumbling back, and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. He stared at the blood there, a perfect match to the stain slowly spreading on Flynn's collar, with something akin to horror. If Flynn's own expression was anything but unreadable, Yuri didn't want to meet his eyes long enough to search out the truth.
"I--" he started, then stopped. What the hell could he say after something like that, anyway?
Flynn's voice was shaky around the edges. "Yuri?"
Yuri took another step back. "Sorry, I didn't-- that wasn't-- oh, hell."
He turned and ran.
cypher HAD A POST ABOUT AUs. And I decided to dredge this up from the text document where it'd been chilling for a few months.Title: That One Where Yuri's A Vampire
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
Pairing: hints of Yuri/Duke and Yuri/Flynn
Rating: PGish?
Word Count: 554 words
Summary: The title says it all. Spoilers through Zaude.
It had broken down all previous records set for levels of weird, that first night, with Duke explaining things to him in that even, emotionless tone of his. Yuri had tried to listen, but it was just too much to take in, and more than that, it was just too difficult to focus on anything other than the slow trickle of crimson against the too-white skin of Duke's arm where he'd purposefully cut himself. Duke's hand was gentle as it carded through Yuri's hair, and if he minded the desperate way Yuri was mouthing and sucking at his bloody arm, he gave no sign of it.
Once he'd come back to himself enough to concentrate, Yuri had tried to take everything in stride. He'd also gotten off Duke's lap. Anyway, after hearing that in order to save his life -- hah -- Duke had turned him into something halfway between human and monster, there wasn't much Yuri could do but accept it and move on, because chances were, that was about as bizarre as things were going to get. And overall, it hadn't been so bad. Sure, it was awkward when he had to find someone to feed off of, but that was what tipsy bargoers who were too far gone to remember anything the next morning was for. And the alcohol in their bloodstreams had the added benefit of ensuring he didn't have to pay for his own booze anymore. Anyway, for the most part, he felt like he had things under control.
Which was why it was such a shock when he bit Flynn.
It wasn't even like he was particularly hungry. Sure, he'd been sparring with Flynn, which usually did turn him on a little, and he'd noticed there was something of a correlation between sexual desire and hunger -- Duke had said something about it being less of a need for blood than someone's life force, so that made sense -- but still, he hadn't been expecting it. One moment he and Flynn were sitting together, catching their breath, with Yuri's head resting against Flynn's shoulder. The next, Flynn's pulse was too loud in his ears, too much to resist.
He was vaguely aware that he'd tackled Flynn, forcing him to the ground, and that Flynn's startled laughter had died the moment Yuri had bit down. But mostly he was focused on the fact that Flynn tasted good, like no one he'd bitten before. Someone was making little hitching, pleased noises, and he wasn't sure which of them it was. Maybe both.
It was like being pulled from a dream when Flynn shoved at his shoulder and the reality of the situation hit him like a cold wave. Yuri stood, stumbling back, and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. He stared at the blood there, a perfect match to the stain slowly spreading on Flynn's collar, with something akin to horror. If Flynn's own expression was anything but unreadable, Yuri didn't want to meet his eyes long enough to search out the truth.
"I--" he started, then stopped. What the hell could he say after something like that, anyway?
Flynn's voice was shaky around the edges. "Yuri?"
Yuri took another step back. "Sorry, I didn't-- that wasn't-- oh, hell."
He turned and ran.