GOSH. well i love you for this, anon. where else can you fully embrace your thirst but anonymous fandom requests, right?

anyway as it so happens, i’ve had… several conversations about vampire tsukishima so

Warnings: nothing explicit, but some mentions of blood and foreseeable consent issues. 

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“This is kind of clichéd, isn’t it? Childhood friends on opposite sides of a never-ending conflict? Pretty stupid.” Tsukishima circled the chair while Yamaguchi thought about a documentary he’d watched a couple of years ago with a lion and an injured gazelle. 

Yamaguchi tried testing his binds without being noticed, but he was pretty beaten up and, well, Tsukki had always noticed everything about him. Tsukishima stopped in front of him and bent over to speak into his ear. 

“Stop that. It won’t work,” Tsukishima said, then casually added, “You know if you weren’t a slayer, they never would have turned me. I would have just been food. So I owe you a lot, Yamaguchi.”

Tsukishima leaned in more, letting his breath - or whatever it was - dance across Yamaguchi’s skin. It was cold as a nighttime breeze and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Then, for just a second, Yamaguchi felt the pinpricks of razor sharp teeth pressed against his throat. Yamaguchi wasn’t scared of dying; it was hard to be when you killed monsters for a living, but he never thought he’d welcome it so readily, tilting his head back to expose more of his throat. Tsukishima had always had that kind of effect on him. 

But as quick as they appeared, the teeth were gone, and Tsukishima stood up straight again. 

“Tsukki, you don’t –” Yamaguchi’s voice was rough and he had to stop talking to spit out blood onto the cold concrete floor. They both looked down at the puddle, and Tsukishima licked his lips. “You don’t have to do this.”

Tsukishima cocked his head. “Do what?” he asked. “Oh, did you think I was going to kill you?” He smiled, and it wasn’t pretty. Or maybe it was - Tsukki had always been pretty, and being turned made him downright ethereal - but it definitely wasn’t nice. “No, Tadashi, I won’t kill you,” Tsukishima said. “I’m keeping you.”