Title: Just Mine One-shot

Author: ​beyond_limits13

Pairing: Hikaru X Tomomi

Genre: Romance, Angst

Rating: PG-13 for some violence and sensual scenes
 

 

***

 

She could feel it. See it clearly even with the darkness of the night. More over, she could smell the ferrous scent of it. Blood. It was dark but she could clearly see the bright red color of blood, her own blood, dripping down her chest.

The Lubb Dubb sound of her heart was getting stronger, faster, and louder.

“No… Stop…” it was too late. She could feel her own breathing starting to get slower and weaker. It was no use trying to breathe in because her lung could not take in any more air. She knew it was her end. She was just staring blankly at the hazy image before her. As she started to feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, that was then she heard him say, “You’ll always be mine.”

She felt those all too familiar feel of his lips in her neck, and the sharp freezing fangs tearing up her flesh. And as she began to savour what ecstasy the experience brings, all else came to black.

***

Tomomi woke up with a sweaty feel and a disturbed look on her face. Her gaze was immediately drawn to her chest and her hand shoot up to her neck. She ran her fingers to her delicately slender collar, feeling any holes or wounds on it. When she was sure that no puncture was there, she sighed.

“Another one of this weird dream.”

Itano Tomomi sighed then stood up, fixed her bed, looked herself up in her mirror, flipped her hair once, and smiled. “Ready for the new day!”

She went in her bathroom, had a quick shower, dressed up, and brushed her teeth. She gazed at her self once more in the mirror, looking at her simple get-up.

Then she felt a tingle ran down her back as if someone was staring at her, she gazed out the window seeing nothing, and just decided to deny the feel. “Hmmn, maybe it’s just chilly”, and with that she ran out her room.

***

“Tomo-chan, another cup of coffee in table 12 please”

“Yes! Coming!” Tomomi filled in a cup with black coffee, placed it in her tray, and started to walk gracefully to the customer’s table.

“Thank you for waiting. Here’s your coffee, Sir. Enjoy!” Tomomi smiled her sweetest as she placed the coffee cup down, and nodded.

“Thank you, Itano Tomomi.” Said the customer making Tomomi flinch and look at the customer wide eyed.

He knows my name. Tomomi thought. Her eyes glided, surveyed, and keenly stared.

There sat a young man, with skin as fair as cream, eyes so solemn as the dark moonlit, and lips masterfully impressed in a shape of a heart. He was dressed in black leather set of clothes and he looked as if a god sitting there, an angel in every angle, and in every way sensual. Tomomi just stared, amazed with the man sitting in front of her.

It was with his seductively adorned voice that brought Tomomi back to Earth and gave chills to her whole being.

“I’m not the angel you think I am, my dear. I bite. But I do it… gently.” He said, and her long delicately looking fingers glided to the cup, hooked itself onto the grip, and brought the cup into his lips as he sipped.

“Well, that’s… nice.” Tomomi stammered. She just stood there staring at the strange guy. Her whole system seemed frozen. She can’t think, can’t move, can’t speak, but still can’t look away. It feels as though this guy is a glowing light from a lamp attracting the moth, which was she.

The guy laughed silently, and as he moves, his hair sways and falls majestically on his face making Tomomi shiver. He then motioned her to sit down, and in an instant she obliged.

He was silent then, just looking her up. Her every feature, every curve, every motion; he captures it. And each breath she takes, he sees. Her every heartbeat, he feels. Her hushed tension, he follows. She didn’t know how much he had waited for her to see him, stare at him, and want him as much as he wanted her. It was ages since he last sought her beauty, last held her, and last tasted her. This time, he would never let her go; it was his promise.

“Itano Tomomi, be mine.” He whispered those words, but Tomomi heard them all too clearly as if he shouted every word of it right into her ears. And she didn’t know why but she believed and wanted him to take her as his full possession.

But before she can submit herself in him, he stood up, touch her cheeks and whispered yet again, “Be patient. I’ll take you once again just like all those times before, but not now. Wait for me, my dear. Wait for our time.” And he sensually breathed in her scent, making her moan in sweet pleasure.

Tomomi blinked twice, thrice. And then she realized that she was still in trance, with the coffee tray held in her hand. She looked at the tray and was in query when she saw that the cup of coffee, which was supposed to be placed in the table for the gentleman, remained in her tray unmoved.

“Care to hand me my coffee, Miss?” said the guy in his all too seductive vocals Tomomi known too well.

“Y-Yes sir.” she said, placing the cup down.

“Thank you… Itano Tomomi” he said sending shivers down her spine once again.

“You’re welcome…”

“Yaotome Hikaru. Remember my name, dear. Remember it well.” he said and took the cup to his lips and sipped.

Tomomi nodded and quietly stepped back. This man hypnotized her, and she didn’t like the feel of it. But what seems to be weird is that it seems as though this is not the first time they’ve met. She knew him. She KNOWS him.

The man smiled. A smile so magical that all else disappeared from her view, and the only thing she saw was him; his face and his lips that welcomes her in each of its curves.

“Tomo-chan! Table 4, please!” yelled her co-worker. With that, she excused herself and headed back to her station. But before leaving, she looked back and was totally shocked to see that the man was nowhere in sight anymore. She tried to look for the person but failed.

“Impossible.” Was her only words as she tried to get her senses at ease, and get to work again.

And without her knowing, two set of eyes were fixed onto her. They were silently yet intently, following each of her movement from the far corner of the street outside the diner.

“You found her” said a man, with manly features that seems to glow of beauty in every way.

“I did. And this time, she can’t walk away.”

“You’ve said that so many times, Hikaru. How would this make any difference?”

“She’ll stay by me, if not as a human, then as what I am”

“You can’t. You know the rules. Even if you’re of great power, the consequences are far too risky. She might…”

Yaotome Hikaru sighed, his cheeks colouring to the shade of red. He stared at the man in front of him. His pupils stained with the color of blood.

“I’ll bet my life to have her. I’ve waited for centuries to see her again, not will I ever make the same mistake of losing her once more, Kota.” Hikaru voiced, and with a blink, he was gone.

“When will he ever learn?” said the man, again with his manly features visibly showing his unique gorgeousness. He sighed, and looked back at the woman serving coffee to yet another table. “It’s destined that you can never have her. Destined that you will be left alone, mourning and longing for her... forever.”

***

“I’m having this really weird dream, you know? And it really feels as if it’s happening real life!” Tomomi said through the phone’s receiver. She was silent for a moment, rolling her eyes, sighing, and just listening to her caller before speaking, “Acchan, I’m not fond of drooling over anemic guys with sharp teeth growing out their gums, okay? I’m not like you!”

She then laughed, making fun of the girl on the other line. “I told you, I don’t watch vampire movies too often to make me dream about them all the time! I don’t---“

She stopped half way her sentence when she felt some cold air pass her nape, and she came to drop the phone when she saw the familiar figure of the man in front of her.

“W-what---?!” she was not able to finish what she was supposed to say when the man suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her rather too close to him.

“My dear, anemic guys with sharp teeth growing out their gums can be really hot you know? Don’t you want one?” the man said. Tomomi could remember his name crystal clear. He was Yaotome Hikaru.

“How did you get in? And who really are you?” Tomomi asked, trying to contain herself for she was slowly getting dizzy as if drunk. She could smell the sweet scent of roses all around her, and she was sure all the smell was coming from this man. As she inhales his fragrance, she grows to be more hypnotized. Trying so hard to stand up, her hand found itself holding onto his collar, and pulling him closer to her in the process.

He took this as a chance to seal her lips in a rough and aggressive kiss. It was as though he was punishing her for what she had said earlier. His lips took full possession of her soft ones and explored with his tongue in pure expertise.

Tomomi tried to fight and push him away, but he was just too strong for all her efforts. She was using all of her strength to fight him and his acts, but he in return was not backing out. His lips owned her, making her submit to his every desire bit by bit. His hands began gliding, feeling the softness of her skin in every touch.

Tomomi was continually drowning through the scent of him. His rose scent was controlling over her whole system, making her follow all of his initiation.

She felt him suddenly changing his approach when she stopped fighting back. He went from being aggressive to being gentle. He pulled away for a moment and just stared at her face, looking at the beauty before him, appreciating her even more.

“Tomomi… I’m sorry. I… I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just that I didn’t like what I heard, and I couldn’t stop myself. Every time I see you, I want to---“

“Yaotome Hikaru, who are you? Really… You were a customer in the café, right? But, I know we had… Well, I think we might have known each other before. I just don’t remember… Please tell me… Make me remember.” Tomomi mumbled, sounding shy and confused all at the same time.

She moved away from him, removing his arms that were encircling her small waist. He conforms but looked disturbed with her question. He was looking away, and Tomomi just stared at his undeniably good features. His face was pale yet so smooth looking, his eyes having the color of the dark night looked so glum making her want to kiss the sadness out of him, his nose perfectly fits his gorgeous face, his lips which was united with hers just moments ago looked so faultless in all every curve, and his fang-like-teeth that shows up whenever he talks, smirks… smiles. He was perfection at its peak.

“Tomomi, I’m not what you think I am… I’m not the angel you seem to think of. I’m a demon trapped in this wondrous embodiment. A demon… a demon madly wanting you.” He said, looking real sad yet again. He raised his hand and touched her cheeks, running his fingertips to her lips, trailing its curves. She can see the sadness in his eyes, but she can also clearly notice the lust in it.

“I don’t care. I just want to know who I am to you, and who you were to me…”

“Well then, I’ll just have to show you… everything.”

It was as a signal that Hikaru grabbed on to Tomomi’s hand and pulled her to him. His other hand found itself landing onto her waist again. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, then on her nose, her cheek, and then slowly his face enveloped the little space left between them and trapped her lips in yet another passionate kiss.

It was a long torrid exchange of wet kisses. Each of them oblivious to the heat they were emitting as they continued to do their tongue fight. Tomomi then realized that her back was already touching, leaning against the wall. She was pinned between the cold, flat, hard surface behind her and the heat-emitting, -built body in front. She felt her partner’s hand sliding from her back to her behind and getting lower and lower down her y thigh, lifting it up and encircling it around his muscle-toned waist. He was masterfully exploring her body now as he kept in full contact with . He needn’t stop and went on as his other hand began wandering, touching her flat abdomen.

Tomomi had to moan when he left and came to slide his wet tongue on her sensitive neck. He started , pecking her from her collar bone and gliding up to the back of her ears, making her shiver all the while. He nipped on the sensitive area and blew on it with his warm breath, making her moan so loud that she felt him smile in between his kisses.

She was in cloud nine, she knew this shouldn’t be happening but she can’t stop this man nor can she stop herself from falling over him and his antics. All of this, all of the pleasure, and the love making seems not new to her. It felt to her as if they’ve been together for so long now. And the know-how he shows whenever he touches her, seems all learnt by heart.

Tomomi was still in ecstasy when suddenly she felt something cold and sharp touch her neck, and in a quick, painful sensation she felt it cut through her flesh.

“Hika…ru…” Her voice was broken, seemingly in pure pain and shock. It was a sudden realization to her when she remembered her dreams that too soon visited her.

VAMPIRES. VAMPIRES. VAMPIRES.

HE WAS THE ONE. HE WAS THE DREAM.

HE’LL FEED… ON YOU.

The words kept echoing inside her head and when she felt him on her life line, she closed her eyes and her arms went to enclose itself on his neck in a somewhat pleading embrace. And then the drowning rose scent of him came to engulf her senseless again, and she did nothing more but to close her eyes and wait.

***

Tomomi has woken up to a world beyond her own. It was full of bricked cement of houses, and deep pastures of green. The people were in a fashion of old times, with long fabric skirts and fitted garments as khakis. They were as if in trance as they fixed their gaze on something---or someone rather.

“This, my love, is our paradise. Our Eden.” Voiced out the same man who cuddled her being in the most sensual---ual way there is possible. Yaotome Hikaru.

Tomomi gazed up to him, and she immediately played the part of being his lover as she touched him in his cheeks, feeling if this is reality. He in turned smiled and enfolded her hands in his and brought it to his lips in a sweet kiss.

Tomomi was still in question of what they were. If lovers or married or simply just two people in love. But when she heard a man in the same feel of Hikaru’s individuality, with voice as cold as the icy plains, she immediately knew what there was to know.

“Hikaru, it’s time to get back. It’s getting late and you might get… hungry.” The man said, his eyes then averted from him to her, “Your wife must be tired. I’ll just have to her back to the palace”, with that the man supported Tomomi’s arm and led her to a stagecoach. Before getting in, she glanced back to Hikarua who in turn just nodded and smiled at her, motioning her to go on.

It was when she went in, when all of the past bruising she needn’t discover came pouring out. The man who escorted her changed his eyes from the normally dim-colored to those of intense bloodshot.

“Takaki Yuya.” She knew the name too well, even if she didn’t know how.

“Well… Itano Tomomi, are you enjoying the feel of being the prince’s wife now?” he asked rather too sarcastically.

Tomomi ought not to answer him, she wished to travel in peace, but then he didn’t. He grabbed onto her neck and pulled her to him, hurting her as he did. Then in a fast motion, he was able to pin her to the corner of the carriage, entrapping her.

“You should have been mine, Tomomi. It was me who should have been kissing your hand, touching your face, tasting your wholeness and not HIM!” Yuya shouted, voice even more mature and rough with his anger.

She was taken aback. She stared blankly, realizing that in his own special way, Yuya is also keen in its every description. If Hikaru was like the god of love and all of its makings, then Yuya ruled the pleasure of taking in full control with just his intense gazes.

“Hell no, don’t you ever match up my image to someone like him” he shouted. He then paused and fixed his eyes to look at Tomomi’s lips. When he was about to dive in and kiss her, she spoke in a low voice.

“Even if you take me here and now, nothing of me is yours, for I have pledged not just my life to Hikaru but also my love and everything that comes after it”

Yuya looked at her sternly and yelled, “You don’t love him! You shouldn’t love him!”. He then ringed both her hands in a strong hold and lifted it above her head, making her unable to move. His other hand savagely ripping through the hem of her dress, trying to gain entry and touch her warm flesh.

Finally, in a rather too hurting way, he captured her lips, bruising it. She felt the iron taste of her own blood as he played with the soft wet hollow of . She could feel everything, his soft lips killing her own, his touch on her thigh, gliding and exploring all of its softness, and more over is his desire of having her.

“Yuya… you’re not the person I used to know.” She silently voiced the moment his lips left hers to explore her clavicle. And she felt him pause, his hold slowly getting unstable, and in a low voice which broke her heart into pieces, he said,

“It’s not just wanting you, Tomomi. It’s needing you. You’re life of me, in every sense of it. I thought you felt the same, but now… WHY?!” she visibly saw the sudden change of his appearance. His pupils were so red, that blood can’t compare to it; his teeth came to have fully carved incisors of sharp edges; and his handsomely features that despite anger made him look awfully handsome, looked to her as a devil in full power.

“I’m sorry, but, if I won’t have you… then no one else will.” With that said he opened his mouth and motioned to bite her, but he was stopped by something--- or someone at that.

“Takaki Yuya, stop.” Just his voice came to her ears as the only protection, the save she was waiting for. Hikaru was seen seated now at the opposite side of the carriage which was left with nothing a while ago.

“How---?!” Yuya showed full shock the moment he saw Hikaru’s figure staring back at them, and he weren’t able to stop Tomomi when she pulled her hand free from his grab.

“If there is someone needing of her, it’s me.” Calmly Hikaru said, but his eyes were too strong of showing his rage. It was murder he was ready to give if his rival asked of any.

“Hikaru..” Miyu began to move, and tried to reach for her love, but Yuya was fast as he made to hold her by her shoulder and pulled her in yet an embrace.

“I told you, if I can’t have her…no one else will.” And with that, his hands clawed onto her chest in the most excruciating feel more than anything she could have ever imagine. It tore up her chest, digging up to its very core, killing her softly.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He heard his lover shout out, and as she felt Yuya’s hold loosen up, she began falling, unable to keep with her balance. Yuya then used this opportunity to still plant a soft kiss on her lips before leaving her goodbye.

Hikaru still shock and frozen couldn’t get to do anything, but just to stare at the woman he longed for so long to bled her life. When his senses took possession of him once again, he went to her aid, touching her, feeling her measured breathing.

Tomomi could sense the smell of blood envelop the whole carriage, and her dream came to life…

She could feel it. See it clearly even with the darkness of the night. Moreover, she could smell the ferrous scent of it. Blood. It was dark but she could clearly see the bright red color of blood, her own blood, dripping down her chest.

The Lubb Dubb sound of her heart was getting stronger, faster, and louder.

“No… Stop…” it was too late. She could feel her own breathing starting to get slower and weaker. It was no use trying to breathe in because her lung could not take in any more air. She knew it was her end. She was just staring blankly at the hazy image before her. As she started to feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, that was then she heard him say, “You’ll always be mine.”

She felt those all too familiar feel of his lips in her neck, and the sharp freezing fangs tearing up her flesh. And as she began to savour what ecstasy the experience brings, all else came to black.

Her sudden gasp of air woke her to her diverse dream. She could still feel his face buried on her neck. He inhaled her scent, making her tremble,

“That’s what we are, that’s what happened. I tried to save you by making you one of us but…”

Her hands, as if having the mind of their own, came to search for his face. She touched him in the gentlest way there could be, and slowly, she brought her lips to his.

“It doesn’t matter. If you weren’t able to save me then, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you’ve waited, and now both of us are here. Together. Hikaru, I was once yours, and forever I’ll be. So, take me.”

It was what he was waiting for, and the moment it was spoken, he took possession of once again, in a kiss that was not to be broken by whatever or whoever.

He need not study her, for he knew at once where she want his lips or his hands to be. As he continued to taste, savour the sweetness of her lips, his hands went to lift her to him in a swift movement. He was now carrying her in his arms, and yet his lips didn’t leave hers. He carried her to her room and laid her gently to the bed. In a short moment both of them were , giving off too much heat from their bodies. They were too caught up with taking and giving off their warm love. As they began their sweet blissful love making, all that is there to be heard are the sweet pleads of moans and cries of pleasure.

“Hikaru… Mmmmn…” Tomomi had to moan out loud when she felt him feel and taste her. Starting from teasing her perfectly molded chest with his tongue while his hands glided and delighted in feeling her smooth thigh. She could feel him her every curve and every mound, and she knew that he had also been feeling her ultimate surrender.

Miyu was weak with his touch. She was his, without a doubt. Then when he was about to take her wholly, gaining all of her, a notion beyond their expectations happened, all the cold voice of him ringed through their ears.

“IF I CAN’T HAVE HER, NO ONE ELSE WILL!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..!” cried Tomomi agonistically, she felt her chest burn up, felt it open her up, and she knew the feeling all too well as if it had happened before.

Hikaru was gawking at Tomomi’s failing image in front of him, and he knew in an instant that everything is happening like how it should have happened. He couldn’t take her, for it would mean taking her life. It was destined, made to happen by a curse of the devil himself.

He knew it clearly, this is happening because of his faults. He was supposed to be there for her, be her guide, be her protection, and be her love… But instead, he made her just his second priority, for he opts for his works first. And so he left her in someone else’s care, which in turn made the biggest mistake there could be. He left her in his friend’s hands, who in turn fell to love her, who cursed her as his and no one else’s. That mistake. His mistake. And now, even if time journeys back, all happens as it should.

He knew he couldn’t do anything but to give her ALL of him instead. He breathed in, took hold of her and did what has to be done. He opened his mouth, and bit her.

She felt it, his lips on her neck, his fangs tearing up her flesh, and again the sweet taste of pain enveloped her. That’s when she realized that it wasn’t done to take her life, but instead to give it back. For he made her as what he is, saving her, yet killing him.

She knew then that her dream has been cut, for the end is yet to be seen. And slowly she is getting the clear picture of what has to happen. She was made by him, in his likeness, but not to complement his existence but to sign the absence of it. For as she felt herself grow weak, then was when her fangs revealed. And when he stopped to look at her and kiss her lips with full love, was when it was her turn to hold him and sink her teeth into him and taking away his life.

She hadn’t gain control over herself for she knew and saw nothing but darkness. And when she awoke, he was lying there lifeless.

Tomomi had cried her eyes out, dying as each tear dropped. And she had to shout and yell her heart out when she heard…

 

 

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

And she awoke.

Another dream. But Tomomi could feel the tears that left her eyes to fall to her cheeks. She could also feel her heart sink with the feeling of losing him. Him.

*BAM*

She silently sighed, inhaled, and sniffed. “That was a weird and sad dream…” and another tear fell from her eyes.

And then she heard it again,

*BAM*

“What?!”

“ITANO TOMOMI! OPEN UP!”

Her eyes grew wide. Was it him? But she knew he has practice now. Their date was cancelled the last time because he was busy working. And the second date they planned was again cancelled for he said they needed to practice.

She stood up, revealing her curves covered in her red PJs. She walked groggily towards the door to her room and opened it lightly.

She saw his face change from rage to shock when he saw her tear covered face.

“Tomochin? What’s wrong?” he gently touched her cheek as he welcomed himself inside her room. He wiped away her tears and planted a soft kiss in her eyes, “Baby… Tell me what’s wrong? I was worried because you weren’t answering my call. I didn’t thought that you’d be crying… That you’re sad… ! I should have been here. Honey, I’m sorry…”he said looking real sad, and really sorry.

“I had this… real…really weird… dream… You left me… because… of… Takaki-kun…” she said in between sobs, and cries.

With that, he flamed up. He immediately got his phone, dialed a number and through the call, showed how mad he was…

“YOU FREAK! NEVER EVER MAKE MY GIRL CRY EVEN IN DREAMS! OR ELSE…” he stopped when she held his hand and shook her head signaling him to stop. He instantly dropped the call and kissed her.

“You won’t lose me. Never will.”

He then carried her and laid her in the bed, kissed her hungrily, owning her lips and all the while. He couldn’t hide how he wanted her, how he longed for her. As he gently took off the fabric covering her, he tasted her neck, nipping, pecking it. She moaned and breathed in with the same amount of wanting, then came her soft voice as she asked, “Hikakun…what about… Uhnnn… work?”

He paused halfway of what he was doing. As he smiled his sweetest, kissed the tip of her nose and with the voice she has loved so much he said, “You’re always going to be my top and ONLY priority. Aieru, Itano Tomomi and I’ll always do.”

His words were the only promise she needed before she submitted everything of her to him. And with every touch, every kiss, it was love that was visible. And when he took her, the only thing heard was her voice calling onto him, and his soft moan of pure pleasure he can only feel with her.

The later moments were spent with entangled sweaty bodies, too many bed cover creases, and loud murmurs and cries of lovemaking.

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Both woke up with the sound of the phone ringing. Tomomi could feel the body cuddling onto her move. Then she felt his arms encircling her waist leave as he took the phone and answered it grumpily…

“Yeah?” he paused, listened, and then shouted, “FIND A NEW MEMBER, FREAKS! I’M GETTING MARRIED!” Then he threw his phone and pulled her in an embrace.

“Don’t even think of leaving that group, Yaotome Hikaru! Don’t ever!” Tomomi said, her face growing red in anger. She would never ever wish for him to leave their group, it was his passion, and she’s their group’s number one fan.

He moved and embraced her even more tightly, resting his face in her neck. Then she felt him smile before he kissed her neck, he then murmured, “Make me… Because I would never want to leave this bed anymore.” And he pulled her into yet another burning kiss, owning all of her each time. His hands played its way to her ness, enjoying each of her curves. And again, all of those exploring ended up in another sizzling and blazing love making.

Tomomi was breathing hard, smiling as he felt him pull her close again, and before her eyes close to sleep, she heard him say…

“Itano Tomomi, I’ll always be yours. And hell! Whether you like it or not, you are mine.”

 

.THE END.

 

“WHAT DID I DO?!” Yuya yelled while all of the other members were busy laughing at him. He tried calling Hikaru, and all he got was a broken eardrum and fits of laughter.

“We told you to stop gawking onto Pi-tan’s girl!” Inoo Kei said in between laughs, and before he could react or do something, the other guy was able to grab a pillow by the hand and threw it at him.

And chaos was born, both Yabu Kota and Arioka Daiki couldn’t do anything more than just sigh and sigh some more.

 

.THE END.

 

.REAL END.