|| Hello again my beloved readers. I know it has been an awful long time since I last published a chapter but I hope this is a nice surprise for you all. Once again thank you for your patience and support. As per usual comments and shares and always more than appreciated.
Warnings: Geto’s past arch, gore blood, violence, betrayal. Strong language, cursing,
Suguru’s Flash Back
The smell of copper and salt mixed in the air in a nauseating wave, a pale and strong body laid on the bed, slowly bleeding to death. A woman, equally pale, with a small pixy face framed by blank strands stood next to him with a manically joyous expression while watching her victim slowly fading away.
“Did you enjoy it Geto-sama?” She asked with the same angelic tone he was used to hear her call his name in the throes of passion.
“Was it as good as you expected?” another sour laugh teasingly echoed on his ears.
He couldn’t move. All he could do was be at her mercy, resting on a pool of his own sacred blood with a stake piercing his herculean chest, deep enough to keep him still but not precise enough to destroy his immortal un-beating heart. He wasn’t certain whether his lover planned it so to torture him or if it had been just dumb luck.
One wrong move and he would die instantly.
Fixating her with his amber gaze he managed to spurt
“Why….?” Barely a whisper came out.
“Why?” scoffed the woman, practically bending over while laughing.
“Why?!!!” questioned scandalized as if he didn’t know the monstrosities, he had committed against her and all of humankind just by existing.
“You dare ask…. Why?” an inclement slap crossed Suguru’s face
“You are a monster! A repulsive…. Blood sucking…. Walking corpse! You kill indiscriminately without any hesitation! Who could ever…?” she paused as if the very notion was preposterous “Who could ever love…. Something as disgusting as you?” Suguru knew he was in this situation because he owed her something, at least she believed he did. He knew once she attacked him in his slumber it was over for him.
She never loved him… she never cared. It had all been part of a perfectly constructed façade, presented to him on a very ironic silver platter.
“Your kind should have never existed! YOU! You should have never existed. And yet here you are!! Feasting and fucking! As if you had the right to do it! As if you were a person! As if…. You owed the world!”
Silent resignation was all he could offer in exchange. What was the point in denying it? She was right.
“Kaoru…” he attempted one last time “I am sorry…” he whispered weakly, coughing up blood that marred his attractive face.
“YOU ARE NOT SORRY! YOU ARE NOT SORRY FOR THE MURDERS YOU HAVE COMMITED! WHAT YOU REALLY ARE SORRY ABOUT IS THAT I STOPPED YOU! YOU ARE SORRY THAT I… A MERE HUMAN IS GOING TO KILL YOU!” Screamed the woman hysterically once more.
Breathing heavily after her outburst, Kaoru tried to collect herself once more before delivering the final blow “Goodbye my love” her poisonous farewell did nothing but wound him further. He had been a fool and now he was going to pay the ultimate price.
Closing his eyes, Geto prepared himself to embrace death, but the fatal blow never came.
The sound of gurgling and a warm shower of blood covered him instead… her sweet essence spilled and stained his entire body. Her black eyes crystallized watching him with hatred and surprise when she finally hit the floor wondering where she went wrong.
Looking behind her, Suguru knew the reason.
There he stood. Tall, imponent and cold… his very own blood brother covered in crimson after slitting Kaoru’s throat open to save him.
End Suguru’s Flash Back
Amber eyes shot open, the next thing he knew he was standing next to his bed holding his katana.
A dream… a dreadful memory that reminded him the reason why his kind should never trust humans…. His brother had once saved his life and now he needed to repay that favor.
Miss L/N would be receiving a visit this very evening, he couldn’t let this go on for much longer.
“I guess we will finally put to the test who you really are Y/N L/N”
FLASH BACK - The Evening Before Satoru Showed up wounded at your place
… “NO!” a pair of piercing blue eyes remained impassive with their answer.
“Hear me out! You owe me at least that much!” insisted his companion.
“No! I am not going to do this! She does not deserve this! Y/N has not given me any reasons to doubt her loyalty! I went through the whole P.I. Investigation because you insisted! There was not a stone left unturned! You made sure of it yourself Suguru!” added Satoru running his hands through his messy white locks.
Gojo understood perfectly where all this concern was coming from, but… it was misplaced. He could feel it in his veins… literally.
The raven-haired vampire sighs and rolls his eyes. His blood sibling was too stubborn, thinking with his dick would get him killed one of these days.
“You are far too infatuated with that monkey to see this for what it is! If she is as ‘trustworthy’ as you say she is, then this would be the perfect chance to put it to the test!”
Amber met sapphire in a silent battle of wills. There was no changing Geto’s mind. Sighing, Satoru finally capitulated and replied
“Fine… but I will be the one setting the scenario! You are not to interfere unless I say so!” Suguru smirked showing off his razor-sharp incisors with delight. “You will not regret it…”
“Oh, but I already am regretting it… I assure you brother… She harbors me no ill will… But when she finds out that I was behind all this shit-show she will! And with reason”.
“Trust me!” Suguru insisted “No human is that good…”
“She is! … Be ready to be proved wrong, brother” smirked Satoru.
“Oh, I am ready!… Are you?” asked Geto holding a pair of silver chains while wearing a pair of protective leather gloves “This is not going to be nice”.
“Yeah… no shit Sherlock…” Gojo hisses “let’s just get on with it”
END FLASH BACK
Present
After Satoru and you fell asleep in your home Geto decided it was time to set the plan B in motion. After returning to the Gojo Estate, he called for one of the lackeys on payroll. Some new hire werewolf bodyguard.
“You are to break into her house… find Satoru and attempt killing him” ordered in a perfectly collected tone of voice while holding a rag to his bleeding nose. The morning bleeds were an inconvenience he would have to endure to continue with his plan.
Day time was not benevolent to vampires, it was unnatural for them to remain awake, so they bled from their nose and ears. It was a necessary evil to make sure this plan worked out exactly as he wanted it.
“B… but boss… Master Gojo…” started protesting the very terrified man when Geto hissed drilling his amber gaze through his eyes. In a movement to fast for the lackey to register Suguru had him pressed against the wall.
“You would never be able to kill my brother, you scum… but you will put all your might to try and prove that woman is nothing but a traitorous whore!”
“y…. yes master” agreed the man after he was released onto the floor.
“Take the body camera with you… You are dismissed”
Around 9am you woke up feeling cold and constricted. Satoru had you perfectly trapped into his marble like limbs. His cool body perfectly molded to every one of your curves as if rejecting the slightest gap between you two. Detangling yourself from a vampire who also happens to be dead for the day was an effort, but you finally did it after some struggle.
After showering and brushing your teeth you went to the kitchen looking for food. You were careful to close and lock the door behind you, shielding the sleeping vampire from the harmful day light. The events from last night still reeled in your mind, Satoru was in danger. You couldn’t be certain he was safe or that he was not followed.
You were bordering on paranoia, but you would rather err on the side of caution than risk Satoru’s life.
You walked around your house closing curtains, moving some furniture, overall blocking as much of the day light as possible just in case you needed to relocate Satoru.
“Fuck…” you whispered while heading into your office, opening the top drawer of your desk, and pulling out a heavy rectangular case. “Never thought I would actually need this… but here we are” Anything that came after Satoru during the morning hours wouldn’t be a vampire so a regular gun would suffice to protect Satoru and yourself.
Your studio and home were located on the first floor. Which meant multiple access points. You had to make sure you were able to shield your lover in case someone broke in. Luckily, your room was the very last at the end of the hall therefore there was a long stretch to go if someone attempted to get to Satoru. You locked all the doors and windows, placing a few items nearby to alert you of any intruders, a glass here a vase there. The noise of it breaking would alert you in time to stop any intruders and protect the vampire in your bed.
Sighing, you realized you were underqualified for this kind of job and yet you couldn’t come not to care. Satoru… was special to you. Whether it was the effect of your blood bond or something else, you cared deeply about him. The fact he had searched for refuge and comfort in you in his most vulnerable moment didn’t go unnoticed. He trusted you and you would not betray him when he needed you the most.
Taking a seat in front of the main door while sitting on a chair made you feel as if you were in a movie. Just when you were about to give up and write yourself off as a mental case a vase by the living room window broke when it got smashed on the floor. Cocking the gun, holding it with both hands you moved to the origin of the disturbance “Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in my house?” you asked pointing the gun at the strange man who now looked at you with an amused expression
“Doll… do you even know how to use that?” the bearded stranger asked chuckling. Arching a brow, you shoot the floor right next to his foot startling the man.
“… I missed” you added in a sarcastic tone.
“Where is the vampire?” he asked in a snarl that sounded less than human, it made you flinch. You did not hesitate and instead shot his kneecap incapacitating him.
“You fucking! f…. fuck! Little bitch!” screamed the man in pain trying to reach inside his jacket “I wouldn’t fucking do that if I were you… Next one will be straight between the eyes…” you said as firmly as you could. The adrenaline rushing through your veins making you shake slightly.
“Who sent you?” you asked once more.
“As If I was gonna tell you… bitch!” his answer made you chuckle, a part of you realized then that you were scared… terrified even but you couldn’t back down, not now.
“You might not want to tell me but there is just so much shit I can shoot before you bleed to death… your choice” you reminded him pointing the gun to his other knee making the man pale.
But before you shot him again a pale hand stopped you taking the gun from your hands. Satoru stood behind you looking paler than normal and with a blood trail running down his nose “Sansa…. What the fuck are you doing in my woman’s house?” asked the silver haired vampire making you frown. He knew the intruder.
“M…Master Geto sent me here” replied the man at once.
“I see… well… get your ass out of here before I end you myself….”
The thug nodded and got up on his good leg.
“One more thing before you go Sansa…” started Satoru.
“If I ever hear you address my woman in such a vulgar manner again, I will rip off your tongue along with the rest of your entrails… you got that?” the man nodded and as fast as he could he left, using the same window he entered through.
“What the fuck is going on? Who is Geto? Why did he send someone to hurt you?”
You fired question after question while helping your lover back to your room
“Shouldn’t we take you somewhere else? They know where you are now!” you added frantically. All your thoughts were stopped when Satoru started laughing while laying down on the bed. “Did you really shot and threatened to torture some stranger who broke in your house to protect me?” Well… now that he said it that way…. It sounded a lot worse.
Satoru merely relaxed on your bed with a dreamy expression while twirling a long finger through one of your h/c locks with the most besotted expression you have ever seen on him. You frowned and pulled back, uncertain if he was delirious because of all the blood he lost last night or just confused because it was daytime.
“I am serious Satoru! We don’t have time for games! We must find a way to get you out of here!”
He chuckled and shaking his head forced you to lay down with him. Making you rest your head on his chest you cringed and straightened your posture when you felt your cheek getting smeared with blood “Why are you bleeding? Are you hurt?” you asked.
“I am fine… I got the bleeds; it happens to us vampires… when we are not asleep during the daytime” explained in a steady but sleepy tone
“Are you sure you are safe?” you insisted “Yes… I am…” sighs happily “Now stop worrying and let me sleep… I’ll explain everything tonight…” kissing your forehead he praised you “You did very well Y/N… I am lucky to have you…” and with that he fell asleep.
For some reason his words did nothing to dissuade you from worrying about what just had taken place in your home. There was something off… you could feel it. Satoru had been careful enough not to say anything that could spike an alert in your bond. After he was asleep once more you left the bed to go clean yourself and the mess left behind in the living room.
You had to analyze what you had in your hands…
First, Satoru showed up wounded and bleeding as if he had been captured and tortured last night, you fed him and then offered him shelter. The next morning some weird dude broke into your home but… Satoru seemed to know the man and to be in control of him as well. There was something awfully convenient and suspicious about it all. Satoru was hiding something, and you were going to find out exactly what it was.
The intruder said that Master Geto had sent him, and Satoru seemed familiar with who that person was. Perhaps you should wait for your lover to wake up for the night because he was in it for a treat.
In the darkness of his chambers Suguru watched speechless the footage of the body cam his lackey had attached to his chest.
There you were.
Already pointing a gun at the intruder in your house that seemed oddly submerged in darkness in the middle of the day. As if you had been waiting for someone to come after Satoru. Your fierceness and lack of hesitation to defend his blood brother had been…. Unexpected.
Honestly, he thought it would be the usual spiel where you were taken hostage and in exchange for sparing your life you gave up Satoru’s, preferring to sacrifice the monster rather than your life… How wrong had he been!
But who exactly are you? No woman could be this loyal and protective over no child of the night. Instead of gallivanting around like a moron, you had set everything up for a potential ambush so you could protect… Satoru.
“Impossible…” whispered the dark-haired vampire retreating to his resting place. Laying down he groaned.
“Fine… it seems your kitten wins this round brother… but that only means I will get to meet her in person” after speaking his mind out loud he allowed the morning to take his consciousness with it.
Blue orbs became suddenly aware in the dark. The first thing that came to his mind were thoughts of you. First, you were not by his side and yet you were not that far. A surge of acid and conflicted emotions coming from your studio along with some hard rock music told him that you were not in a good mood.
You were angry, confused…. Uncertainty laced his tongue bitterly mixed with the fragrant aroma of your scent permeating the air.
Resigning himself, Satoru took an unnecessary deep breath and stood up so he could go find you.
You were a very intelligent woman; you must have come to the logical conclusion that something was amiss; Gojo had no other choice but to face you now. Quietly opening the doors to your working area, he saw you there in your element. Completely unhinged, divested from your usually cool and collected persona in favor of your rage to take shape in the canvas you frantically traced and abused with your tools.
Merely wearing an oversized dressing shirt that didn’t cover your s/c legs. You were once again a vision of perfection. The fire in your eyes matched the violent rhythm of your blood pulsating violently through your veins as you worked.
When the song playing on the speakers was over Satoru stopped the music on the stereo next to him. Immediately, you turned around and frowned. After blowing a stray stand of your gorgeous h/c hair from your eyes you said, “You have a lot of explaining to do… and you better not lie to me this time!” you demanded breathing heavily from the physical exertion of your art.
“Y/N…” he started in a calm tone “We are safe…. Nothing is wrong… I promise you… everything is alright” Everything was alright of course, taking in count it had been Suguru and himself the ones to stage this charade.
“I need you to have an open mind and try to understand what I am about to explain to you…” taking your hands he led you to sit on the windowsill with him.
“Being a vampire is not as simple nor as fancy as it might seem at first sight. It takes a lot more to remain alive through the centuries… We must be extremely careful about who… we trust…” started the man looking into your eyes almost cautiously “I…. I needed to know that I can trust you with my life…”.
Narrowing your eyes that zeroed on his face like a predator staring at her prey you asked “What do you mean by that? I can’t deal with all the vagueness, so just speak!” Satoru was startled you were so straight forward. He needed to remind himself you were never just a pretty face.
“I staged the attack from last night to make it look like I was wounded to death….” He confessed without hesitation as if he had simply told you about the weather.
You didn’t say a word after that, not even a pip. Slowly, you detangled your hands from his making Satoru uncomfortable about the distance you were trying to place between the both of you. The mix of betrayal and anger that came from you in waves filled his chest making his stomach plumet in anticipation “Y/….” He couldn’t even finish saying your name before you raised a hand to stop him. He knew exactly what you were about to do.
Faster than your human eyes could track he moved behind you and wrapped one of his arms around your waist while the other covered your mouth pressing you firmly against his chest “Do not kick me out of your house love… that’s not very nice from you. I asked you to be understanding, I need you to calm down so we can talk about it”.
You fought and kicked with all your limited human strength, all with the full intent of kicking him the hell out of your home, in the end you were hurting yourself more than him battling against in his herculean hold “Stop! Stop it! Y/N! I don’t want to hurt you! Stop struggling!” he snarled concerned when he heard one of your joins pop due to the effort. He froze but chose not to let go “Either you stop and talk to me, or I will command you to listen to me…” He menaced making you stop for a moment. Another one of his terrifying skills had been revealed.
He hated resourcing to such low strategies, but he was concerned you would end up seriously injuring yourself trying to harm him. But then you went completely limp in his arms, you didn’t move a single muscle, with your eyes fixed in front of you looking at nothing in particular, a single tear ran down your cheek making Satoru panic. Did he hurt you without noticing?
Fussing all over you he moved in front to cup your face between his hands “Are you not well? Are you hurt?” his concern seemed almost genuine… almost.
“It’s impressive… how you almost seem to care” you voice once sweet and warm was now cold and dispassionate Looking at you horrified the vampire continued “I… DO care about you, A LOT which is why I want you to understand my reasons for doing what I did”.
You pulled back slowly, hesitantly, certain he would stop you, but he did not. Satoru realized he fucked up. The look in your eyes, there was no fear but disappointment and hurt instead in those beautiful orbs he had learned to adore in such a short time.
“You don’t care about me… you don’t even think about me like a person… You think about me like a possession and object to satisfy you. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you could have talked to me about what you wanted to know?”
Not giving him a chance to defend himself you continued “Furthermore… if you did not trust me from the beginning… Why even bothering is asking me to be your… “you chuckled derisively “Your blood bag?”. You pulled away from him as if he disgusted you and, in his heart, he knew he deserved your resentment. He wanted to explain to you more about himself and his brother, maybe if he could make you understand that their lives have been in danger more than once in the past you would be able to put his transgressions past you and give him another chance.
“Y/N… Please listen to me… I know it is difficult to understand but it was necessary”
Maybe you two were too different to even begin to understand why Gojo had gone so far out of his way to try and what? Test you? Try to prove that you were willing to give up your life for him? It seemed cruel that he hadn’t even given you a chance to prove that more than just a quick fuck and a feed… you could be his friend.
“Get out of my house now” you whispered looking down to the floor, refusing to look him in those merciless blue eyes you have grown fond. Once again, the force of the compulsion expelled Satoru out of your home but this time, he didn’t fight it.
summary - gojou does manage to escape from his current manga situation(not mentioned in detail) but takes severe injury to his spine and holes up in one of his empty mansions. you pull him out of his depression nest, literally and metaphorically.
warnings - SMUT(minors dni) margarita mix, daddy kink, reader’s in her twenties, gojou’s in his early thirties, so if that kind of age gap bugs you there’s that, lots of chronic pain talk, lots of healing, honestly, very soft for me. mention of an old fashioned arranged marriage. manga spoilers.
You take a deep breath before knocking on the door, shifting your weight on the stoop in front of his house. No ones seen him for weeks, and judging by the mail you found piling up in the little green mailbox at the end of the driveway he hasn’t been going out much. You knock, and hear how easily the sound is swallowed in the monster of a house, the mansion at the top of the hill was hulking and dark in the otherwise bright landscape. No answer.
“Hello!” You call, “Hello um, they sent me to um, to help you!” No answer. You wait a few more minutes, but an early fall breeze rears its head in late summer, and you try the knob as you shiver. To your surprise, the door creaks open. You step inside, the house is filthy. Cobwebs on the corners of the high ceilings, dust has gathered on every wooden surface, and the gloom extends the further you move through the hallway. It must have been beautiful once, ornate, even, but something about it doesn’t feel like a home, there’s something empty here that even the large heavy furniture doesn’t fill. “Hello,” you call again, “Hello, ah, Gojou-sama!” You hear slight movement upstairs and resolve to follow it. You keep your guard up, checking over your shoulder as you move up the huge entrance staircase, and then down the first hallway on the right towards the sound you heard. You come to a pair of double doors with intricate carvings, and realize this must be the master bedroom. “Gojou-sama?” You hear a soft groan, and push the door open.
Yesterday I did a livestream..I made this.. muaah *chefs kiss* I love this boiii. I also learned something about myself…I either like white haired brooding older characters or black haired damaged ones.. (tho the damage and brooding can be interchangable)
expect a speedpaint of this and I think more in the comming moth cuz…I think I’m gonna draw him one more time and then I’ll draw corpse…or maybe corpse first??
so I couldn’t help it… I woke up at like 5 am ..like usual lol and I did the second one as well teheee hmmm I think I want to buy sunglasses like Gojos…. hmm maybe that’s why I draw him with those everytime. also first time drawing glasses …wow
Yesterday I did a livestream..I made this.. muaah *chefs kiss* I love this boiii. I also learned something about myself…I either like white haired brooding older characters or black haired damaged ones.. (tho the damage and brooding can be interchangable)
expect a speedpaint of this and I think more in the comming moth cuz…I think I’m gonna draw him one more time and then I’ll draw corpse…or maybe corpse first??
