writetomyheart | [Team Sonic] Black Sugar

Starting words from Just your standard poltergeist activity

Quick piece for Miyadate's Birthday... since so many people have been requesting Date/Nabe from me recently. It's set in my Vampire AU, which you can find in my old fic archive here. This one would be set roughly after "Conclusion" I guess.

Inspired by ABC-Z's very trippy new single "Black Sugar".

So yeah, have some sex, blood and ~~rock 'n roll~~ vampires.

And the light flickers again.

It would do that around Hashimoto sometimes, Watanabe had noticed a long time ago. Maybe it was because the other was a demon. Or maybe because Hashimoto’s kind just liked doing things when it was darker. Or maybe it was Hashimoto’s own preference. To get people in the mood. Watanabe was too lazy to ask to be honest, so he brushed it aside.

“What’s up, Hasshi?” He asked instead, not lifting a finger from where he was lazily draped over a couch. He and Miyadate had moved into a place of their own after Fukazawa had kicked them out of the spare room above the shop. Iwamoto had offered them to stay at the club but Watanabe hadn’t felt too comfortable with that idea. Miyadate had jokingly said that too much food in one place just made Watanabe sick, which had prompted Watanabe to shove him. Gently. Which had sent Miyadate flying across the room. Oops, vampire strength.

So with a little help from everybody, Miyadate and Watanabe had found a nice apartment not too far away from everyone else. It felt strange for them to settle again after such a long time wandering but it also felt nice and Watanabe liked having some friends around. Hashimoto and his other friends weren’t far away either - they would often come to this place for business.

Speaking of Hashimoto coming for business. The other still hadn’t answered his question.

“Hasshi? Still there?”

Hashimoto smirked and sauntered over to sit on the sofa with Watanabe, invading his personal space as if it was nothing. And maybe to the other it was.

“I brought you something. You said it was Date-sama’s birthday soon, right?”

“Why are you calling him that?” Watanabe wrinkled his nose. “Weird.”

“You didn’t know? That’s what a lot of people call him. He has quite a few admirers. Can’t blam them,” Hashimoto grinned. “In this world he seems like one of the only people of your kind left who give off that ‘actual vampire’ kind of vibe. HIs royal blood is coming through.”

“Royal my ass,” Watanabe snorted. “Okay whatever. Yes, what about his birthday?”

“Have you thought of a present?” Hashimoto asked.

“If I gave him presents for every birthday I’d be giving a whole lot of them,” Watanabe sighed.

Hashimoto pointed out, “You missed the last couple hundred years. You can make up for them?”

“Why should I- What the hell did you bring?” Watanabe was getting suspicious.

Chuckling, Hashimoto produced a jar. It looked like one humans would store condiments in - spices, salt or sugar. Whatever was in Hashimoto’s jar was pitch black. Small cubes of pure darkness. There was a dangerous glint in Hashimoto’s eyes when he looked at them.

“From the deepest, darkest pits of hell. We call it Black Sugar,” he explained. “Some humans got their hands on some recently. You might have heard about ‘Sweet Death’?”

Watanabe sat up, “You mean the drug where people have sex like crazy so they die?”

“Yup. We got all of it back, though. This is the loot,” Hashimoto grinned. “It’s not lethal for non-humans. For me it’s just a fun snack, really. But I thought I’d share~” He chirped and then put the jar down onto the low table by the sofa. “Enjoy!”

“Who says I will-” Hashimoto was gone before Watanabe could finish. Ah. He should tell Abe to put up some wards around the apartment so people wouldn’t be able to just enter and leave as they pleased but would have to come in like normal people. Or after being invited inside like his own people. Yeah he should go and ask Abe to do that right now.

With other things on his mind, Watanabe forgot about the little jar for a while, until the calendar turned to March 25th. The moon was high up in the sky already when he woke up and wandered around the apartment, not bothering with clothes.

Miyadate was slow to wake up tonight because he had been out long the previous night, training. It was one of Iwamoto’s quirks and Miyadate joined him sometimes. Watanabe didn’t mind. He liked the feel of Miyadate’s muscular arms and his more defined abdominal muscles.

His eyes fell onto the jar.

They didn’t have any plans for tonight and well, it was a special occasion. And even though he knew that Hashimoto liked a lot of dangerous stuff, the other wouldn’t give him something that would do any serious harm. Watanabe was feeling adventurous, so he took a black cube and placed it on his tongue. It was sweet and pleasant. He swallowed it and then took out a second cube. He didn’t put it in his mouth until he reached the bedroom.

Miyadate had just woken up and was mid-stretch, the action bared his lower body and gave Watanabe a nice, teasing and inviting glimpse of skin.

He put the black cube on his tongue and then strode over to the bed, crawling onto it and pushed Miyadate back down onto the sheets before pressing his lips against his lover’s. Miyadate, albeit surprised, gave in after a split second and kissed back.

Miyadate’s eyes widened in surprise when something sweet hit his senses and then swallowed in a reflex when the cube wandered into his mouth.

“Shota, what was that?”

“Present,” Watanabe muttered. “We should feel it soon. I think.”

“You thi- Hasshi?” Miyadate deducted.

“Yeah.” Watanabe was about to say more but then his entire body was taken over by an intense feeling of want. The feeling was almost uncontrollable. He could feel his fangs descend and his reflection in Miyadate’s eyes showed him that his own eyes were glowing bright blue.

With a flick of his wrist, he ripped the clothes Miyadate had been wearing to shreds. Unable to really control his strength, he had made shallow cuts in the other’s skin as well. The smell of the blood welling up from them was almost enough to send him over the edge. But Watanabe still had that much control over himself. Barely.

Leaning down, he lapped up the blood and the wounds closed.

And then his world spun for a moment as Miyadate flipped their positions. The other’s eyes were glowing red and Miyadate’s fangs, too, had descended onto his lower lip.

Watanabe felt something poking his thigh. Looking down, he found that both of them had already gotten fully aroused and hard. To the point that it was almost painful. A needy sound made it out of Watanabe and he wrapped his arms around Miyadate. Touching the other made his skin tingle pleasantly but caused his cock to throb even more painfully, begging for release.

“I need you, Ryota. Now.”

Miyadate obliged without a word. Usually, they would take it slow, Miyadate insisting on drawing the pleasure out and thoroughly enjoying it together. And Watanabe, being the lazy ass he was in bed, would not mind that one bit. He enjoyed getting spoiled. And sometimes spoiling Miyadate in return. It was fun to see how his usually cool and level-headed partner slowly but surely became undone with pleasure.

Right now was different. Both of them were in some kind of frenzy. And nothing they did seemed to be enough. Watanabe had thought that Miyadate entering him would be enough to push him over the edge, as aroused as he was. But that wasn’t the case.

And apparently it wasn’t just him. He could feel Miyadate’s throbbing cock inside of him and he could feel how it grew just a little more with each little pulse.

Then Miyadate started to move his hips and Watanabe let out a shameless moan. His arms remained around Miyadate and he clawed at the other’s back as the pleasure drove him crazy.

The smell of Miyadate’s blood sent his senses into overdrive. He vaguely remembered biting Miyadate - a few times - tasting his blood and falling deeper and deeper into the sheer endless abyss of pleasure that was swallowing them both whole.

At some point, Watanabe rolled them over again and pushed Miyadate down with both of his hands, as he lifted his hips up before lowering them down again in one smooth roll. It wasn’t usually like him to do something like this. But Miyadate was clearly enjoying it and Watanabe suddenly had all this energy he didn’t know what else to do with. Plus, this angle allowed Miyadate to hit all the right spots inside of Watanabe.

His world went black at some point, as if it had been swallowed by that tiny black cube of sugar he had swallowed. And when Watanabe regained consciousness again, he could not remember much of what had happened, could not recall anything beyond Miyadate biting him as he was riding the other towards a climax.

He felt weak and a little shaky and when he looked around, their bed was a huge mess. There were rips and gashes everywhere - they’d have to get new bedding, heck a new bed - and the sheets, or what was left of them, were stained in blood and worse. Ugh. Well at least they could just throw these out and he didn’t have to wash them.

“Shota, what was that stuff?” Miyadate looked up at him and Watanabe realized that he’d been lying half on top of the other. “Whatever it was, you’re not touching it again.”

“I know I should know better than to listen to Hasshi at this point,” Watanabe apologized and then let himself sink down onto Miyadate’s chest again. “But you know, I missed a couple of your birthdays and thought that maybe this would be something you hadn’t experienced yet.”

“You’re right. I hadn’t.” He could hear the frown more than he could see it. Watanabe shivered when he felt Miyadate’s hands on him and he hissed softly when the other touched what felt like a wound, a healing one at that. When he followed the other’s movements, he noticed that both of them were covered in cuts and scratches. And they were slow to heal. Meaning, those had to have been pretty deep. “I don’t want to lose all control and hurt you, Shota.”

“It probably felt good, though?” Watanabe offered but he understood what Miyadate was saying. He felt the same way. “I’ll shove the rest of them down Hasshi’s throat.”

He lifted his head and used all the strength he had left to pull himself up to be on eyelevel with Miyadate. Leaning down, he kissed Miyadate gently and smiled.

“Happy Birthdya, Ryota. I guess your present will be uh, a new bed?”

Laughing softly, Miyadate nodded, “Sounds good to me.”