tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; February 14
Rating; Pg13-NC17? It's all up in the air~ ♥
Characters; Kamui

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Summary; The question that started it all.
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Building six, room two. The numbers fluttered around in his head as the boy made his way to the building, barefeet half-skipping across the pavement as he walked. All in all, it had been such a lovely day, and even with the sun setting, Peter's mood had yet to diminish. He'd gotten to visit his friends, and had cupcakes, and helped Smee cook and everything felt so positively wonderful that the boy found himself wishing there were more of such days. After all, it was so easy for people to be sad in the City.

Still, the day was winding down, and out of the blue he'd crossed paths with a rather strange boy with bright eyes- and curiosity piqued, Peter was intent on figuring out what, exactly, he'd been talking about. Of course it had to have something to do with what Luke had mentioned earlier- about liking touch. But it was all really something of a mystery... until today anyway. Where things should be cleared up. Hopefully.

With a singsongy smile, the forever boy made his way inside and took a look around. Room two~ and an open door. Perfect! His head canted to the side as be peeked in, still hovering in the doorway. "Hello~?"

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Kamui came down his apartment's hall upon hearing someone open his door, stopping to lean against a wall across from the spot where the boy stood. "Hello," he said simply in return, head canted to the side, inspecting the other. Definitely looked young, but then again, appearance didn't always reflect true age. Kamui, himself, was almost a century old in human years, but only seemed to be around eighteen; it was... something that often made itself irritating.

But this one didn't seem like him; this one seemed to mentally be around the same age as he appeared, if not younger. It made the vampire a bit hesitant to do things, but... this boy would have to learn sometime, now wouldn't he? And Kamui could be gentle, in this case.

"You know, I do not believe I even asked your name," he let a small smile come to his lips, something that rarely happened. Usually only his brother was privy to such a scene.

The smile made him feel at ease, and feeling more confidant that his presence wasn't wholly a nuisance, the teen stepped inside, taking a look around before green eyes fell once more on his companion. He certainly was very pretty- a detail he was sure the boy knew, but his eyes especially caught his attention.

For all intents and purposes, Peter looked wholly at ease, fingers reaching up to isly trace the surface of a nearby wall as he answered with a chuckle. Names and formalites- things he'd never been particularly interested in. What good was a name anyway? "Me? I'm Peter. What's yours?"

"Kamui." He continued to watch the other, studying every move he made with a true hunter's attention. It was weird that the younger one seemed so calm, despite the intention behind his being here in the first place. Kamui just couldn't ever be like that; always feeling on edge and unsure about something, especially with his brother not around to reassure him of his choices and actions. Not that, of course, anyone knew that: Kamui was quite adept at distancing people and hiding everything with a weird sort of (often violent) bravado.

"Hm." Slowly, he walked to the other, an arm reaching to quickly lock the door before softly touching the other's hair in an almost curious manner. "You," the hand moved downward to tilt his head up a little, "have nice eyes, Peter." Green, like his twin's.

If Peter noticed the dorr had just been locked, he paid it no heed but-

He blinked one, twice, when his hair was touched- the sensation drawing his attention even as the hand moved. It was strange really, the contact- and Peter was torn between the familiar desire to pull away and demand not to be touched, and the odd comfort it brought about. Either way, there was certainly no fear- after all, such a feeling was entirely unknown to him, and instead he smiled gently.

A compliment. Something he understood the intention of but could never really manage to grasp. After all, he'd not chosen his eyes, they just happened. Peter shugged slightly, answering with a gentle smile. "Thank you. I like yours better though. They're bright."

"Bright?" he asked, surprised by the description, really. The boy had just weird adjectives for him; ones that generally Kamui didn't hear. He'd heard his eyes described as distant, cold, dangerous... never something good like bright. "Thank you, I suppose."

This one really did seem to innocent, though: from the way he responded to Kamui's touch, to the soft smiles he gave him. It was enough to make Kamui pull back, distancing himself from the other a little. He just wasn't used to being exposed to this, and it almost scared him to know that he could probably really screw up the boy by making the wrong moves. It was the last thing he wanted to do: it would make him like that man, Seishirou.

"Um..." his sudden unease was rather apparent, his arms crossing in front of his stomach, "Would you like... anything to drink? Eat?" Formalities first, and then maybe he could figure this all out.

Peter shook his head slowly. Drinking and eating. Not necessities, and not a void imagination couldn't fill. He had other things on his mind now~

The boy was so unnervingly perceptive that little ever escaped his attention- and the sudden change in the vampire's temperment was too obvious to ignore. Such a strange thing really- the way people could shift like that, and for what reason? So silly. And then to pull away, and put this distance between them after touching him so gently...

His expression softened, concerned and curious as he reached out, fingertips grazing the boy's cheek. "You just changed" He spoke softly, more observation than accusation. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

A small shake of his head, meant to reassure a little, even though he was still feeling uneasy. At least the touch was nice, though; he hadn't felt a gentle touch since he ended up here, away from his Subaru. "I just am not used to naivity and innocence. Those seem to be a rare qualities, actually." Especially in this city.

Almost experimentally, he let himself touch the other again, fingers slowly curling around the back of the boy's neck to knead there softly. His eyes never left the other's face as he moved, looking for any flinch or shift that could be an indication his touch was unwelcome. Of course, he was also watching for anything that could be an indication that he could push a little more, almost wanting this to be done already, but mostly because he was just impatient by nature.

He remembered him somehow, a flicker of recognition because Peter forgot so much that he couldn't always forget completely. And he knew he'd seen the boy's face somewhere but everything else was a fog he didn't much wish to bother with. But Kamui's skin looked oh so soft and felt like silk under roughened fingertips- so the boy leaned in close to nuzzle his cheek, marveling at sensation.

When he did speak, his voice was hazy and distant, distracted but not oblivious. "Are you really a vampire~?"

Straight to the point, now wasn't he? That was what Kamui prefered; blunt questions and actions that didn't leave him guessing. It boosted his confidance a little in such unsure situations. "I am." His hand slowly ran from the boy's neck downward, coming to rest on his lower back to pull him in more. "Does that concern you?" The vampire almost, almost added 'it should,' but left it off in favor of relaxing Peter against him. It wasn't as if he was going to kill him, after all; he was just going to take a snack, at best.

The gentle touch did indeed help him relax, and Peter leaned against him- warm and soft and pliant. Even now, unafraid, innocent intrigue and nothing more as green eyes slid shut and he exhaled- reply almost a whisper. "I've never met one before."

It was really, as simple as that, and without thought the boy pressed a gentle kiss to the soft slope of Kamui's neck. He wasn't one for being held, much less in as close and restrictive a grip as this- but for whatever reason, it felt less like a cage and more like security.

This boy was such an odd one, Kamui mused; most humans were deathly afraid of vampires, and yet, this human...

"Now you have, then," he whispered back, lips brushing the other's ear as both hands now worked on curiously touching him, wondering when he would be shoved away. Down the boy's back, up his sides... Kamui wondered if his reactions to everything would continue to surprise and interest him.

The brush of lips against his ear made his pulse quicken, heart like the fluttering of a hummingbird. He made a soft sound of understanding at the words, though said nothing else, his own slender hands reaching up to trace idle designs across Kamui's back.

True to form, Peter really didn't understand the full magnitude of what all was passing between them- though he was hardly one to protest. Understanding or not, it felt wonderful, and Peter sighed softly- content.

Not a negative reaction, and Kamui couldn't help but think that this had to be the first time this younger one was experiencing these sensations. Hadn't he been touched at all before? He had to be around the age where people started to get curious. But then again, there was that whole mental vs. actual age thing.

Finally, he decided to do something a little more intimate, reaching for Peter's chin again to tilt his face upward, his own moving down just enough to kiss him. Nothing intense, nothing violent... just a sweet press of lips together. Kamui was almost surprised he was capable of being this gentle with anyone but his brother.

Touched... in truth he hadn't been. As far back as he could remember, Peter had been entirely averse to such things- shoving physical affection aside and hiding behind a mantra of 'I mustn't be touched.' It was safer after all. Since forever boys didn't need such things because only grownups did- and that was the way it had always been.

Until the City of course, and this beautiful boy with gentle hands that made warmth pool in his stomach and eyes slide shut. And then, the lightest pressure against his mouth and Peter rose to meet it, arms lifting to twine themselves around the vampire's neck.

One arm around the other's waist, a hand now cupping his cheek, Kamui continued to kiss Peter. He kept it simple, of course: just movements of lips, curious as to how this boy could be so pliant right now. Was he always like this? Or was it the curse?

Gently, he let his tongue snake out just a little; brushing the lower lip, upper lip, and then part. He was quite interested to see what the reaction to this would be. Would the younger one even know what to do? Or was it something borne-in as his other correct reactions to this seemed to be?

His back arched reflexively- the smallest of gestures in hoping to get closer, to press more firmly against the security of the other's body. Lips parted almost as a gasp at the newness of it all, the smallest whimper escaping as he mimiced Kamui's actions.

Hips rolled forward a fraction of their own volition- seeking contact as slender fingers lost themselves in dark hair. Remarkably soft dark hair- like feathers, or something lighter; and Peter was facinated.

To feel the other's hips roll against him like that was something that Kamui, admittedly, was not expecting. Not quiet yet, anyway, but... he would take it; hand moving from the younger one's chin to his lower back, fingers splaying and pulling him just a little closer to himself.

The vampire had to admit he was liking this more than he should: the warm body against him was somehow soothing, the taste of the other's mouth pure and interesting. He let one leg slip between the virgin's legs, moving up with just a little pressure as he slightly changed the angle of their kiss, tongue teasing and tempting.

It occured to him that this was probably this boy's first kiss, -that all of his was his absolute first- stolen by someone he didn't love and who didn't love him. The thought was almost enough to make him pull away again, but the other hadn't reacted well to that last time, so he instead focused on what he was doing, pushing his morals far away.

The lack of oxygen made him dizzy and the smallest of shivers made it's way up his spine. There was an undeniably dark allure to this boy- something he couldn't hope to explain and instead sought only to explore. To unravel this mystery that set his heart racing with warm thimbles- kisses.

But the shift pulled Peter out of his haze and he pulled away to breathe- eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. Somewhere a clock was ticking, hours counting down until the curse ended and already it was ebbing. Childish rationale slowly floating to the surface as Peter ghosted a kiss to the corner of Kamui's mouth, fingertips drifting over his shoulder in have awed admiration. "What...?"

"Are you... sure this is alright?" Fingers moved to Peter's face again, gently tracing his cheek, nose, lips. He had to know that he could still have this one; not being at all into rape. Even though he wanted the younger one now for sure, finding his reactions all so very intriguing and somehow familiar, he would stop and pull back if he had to.

Yes, he wanted his blood; and yes, he wanted him, but he wasn't going to break the boy for it.

Alright. Peter turned the word over in his head, trying to make sense of it when sense itself escaped him. And then the petal soft pad of fingertips ghosted over his mouth and drew the boy's attention- up to bright eyes and a near-uncertain expression.

Peter knew there were words, things he was supposed to say- but couldn't manage to call anything into mind. There was a pulling in his blood- a tug he could neither understand or deny. The boy shook his head, voice distant and muted. "I don't know" he breathed, before closing the distance between them- mouths meeting once more, kiss firm and warm.

Such an honest answer. It was something Kamui had to appreciate, even though it didn’t help calm his nerves or guilt any. The kiss, however, did: to him, it was a sign that this... was at least remotely wanted. Sure, the boy was most likely cursed, but curses didn’t take away all of one’s willpower.

Gently, the vampire better angled the boys face, kissing back and taking more control of the kiss. He couldn’t help that he was dominant in nature usually, so used to being the protector of certain others. “Hmm...” he hummed into the kiss before breaking it, half-lidded smile intrigued. “Bedroom.” At that, he took one of Peter’s hands, kissing it softly, and tugging him a little to move down the hall.

The dominance was more reassuring than anything else- because instincts alone could only take him so far. Even now, with the effects of the curse waning, a different sort of fog had moved in; heavy and electric, making his skin prickle at every touch.

And then there was that word, and his lips parted a fraction, breath hitching at the tug on his hand. That word...meant something, that much the boy knew, though the full weight of it remained beyond his comprehension. Bare feet stepped lightly, all but hovering over the floor as he followed the vampire's lead, fingers lacing together and mouth eager for more.

As soon as the door was closed, Kamui spun the other around using their joined hands, instantly moving in for another kiss. He kept it careful, but this time it had an air of passion behind it, want, Kamui kissing a little harder than last time. All the while, his hands roamed the younger’s body, curious and learning.

Soon, the kiss was broken again, Kamui learning in to nuzzle at his neck. It was tempting, oh so tempting, to feed now, but... not yet. Not when it could scare the boy away, or make him pass out. Instead, he placed a little kiss there, tongue flickering out curiously. All the while, he started to back them both up, toward the bed. Yes, this was moving along nicely now.

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