Well, I'm at it again!
Request by: InspireParadise
Fandom/OC? OC
Who/ Yuki+Aiden
Idea: Since I have just names, ages, some personality/background and images to go by, I thought it would be cute to do an 'alternate meeting' of these two. Originally I was just going to do Yuki but it felt like having jelly without the peanut butter. Here it is!
Next. "No." Next. "No." Next "Hm, good song. No."
Flipping through his playlist with restless air Yuki walked the semi-busy downtown streets, heading for one of his favorite shops. Not to buy anything, mind; he would roam the racks, brushing and touching every article of clothing he could before a worker approached him. He'd pretend to have interest in several things, asking for versions that weren't in stock ("What do you mean, this doesn't come in lime?!) before blowing them off and leaving. Not my fault they work on commission.
Gaze fixed on his MP3 player Yuki had almost settled on a song when he was jostled, nearly dropping the palm-sized device. Head whipping up the red head hissed, "The hell! Watch where you're walking!"
Dark, dark eyes blinked slowly at Yuki, momentarily stunning him. Whoa. Sweet contacts. "You ran into me"
Though the voice seems to make an odd sort of tremble go through Yuki's bones he bristled, pocketing his music player. "Oh, really? Are you trying to start something, punk?"
The eyes with the odd contacts widened, a blink making the shocked expression melt into a slow grin. "Not at all," the rumbling voice said, grey head tilting forward in a slight bow. "Your forgiveness."
Then the stranger turned away.
Yuki stood there, watching the man's back for a moment before huffing. "Not worth my time," he muttered, fishing his MP3 player out and going back to his search. In his fumbling to save the device from hitting the ground the shuffle activated. The red-head would have to start his search all over again. "It's gonna be one of those days."
~.~.~.~.~
A few days later Yuki was at work, sorting records when The Guy (why the man stuck out in his mind, he couldn't say) came in. The bell chimed and Yuki looked up to see a mess of grey hair and dark eyes with red pupils out of a pale face fixed on him.
Despite being at his work Yuki felt himself bristling, skin prickling. Is this guy messing with me? "Hi," he said instead, his voice clipped. "Need something?"
The Guy weaved his way around strands and rows of albums without taking his face from Yuki's own and the prickling intensified, the red-head locking his legs into place to keep from backing away. The man was intense and those contacts were unnerving, especially since the man hadn't blinked since entering the shop.
"Er. You can- wow, you're close," Yuki said as the other finally stopped, toe-to-toe with the shop employee. From so close Yuki could see the frost-dusted lashes, almost dark against the man's pale skin. I guess it's natural, then.
"There isn't anything I need," The Guy said and Yuki's skin broke out in goosebumps, bones seeming to rattle. "However, there is something I want."
Yuki opened his mouth twice before closing it, licking his lips and trying again. "Alright, I guess no one really needs an album. What do you want?"
With a slowness that Yuki thought was deliberate The Guy reached out, taking hold of his left arm just below the wrist. Yuki noticed dark nails that appeared to be pointed before his attention was brought to what the other was doing, bringing his hand up until it was cheek-height.
"What I want, Human," The Guy said, head tilting towards Yuki's wrist. "Is you." A hot, somewhat rough tongue was dragged across Yuki's wrist, followed shortly thereafter by warm lips sucking at his pulse point.
As Yuki's pulse jumped and fluttered several things hit him at once.
Those were not contacts.
The Guy wasn't just ANY guy.
He had found Yuki at work, likely with some form of stalking.
The part of Yuki's brain that wasn't freaking out at having a demonic stalker wanted to do nothing more than melt under his touch.
Well, s**t.
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