#foxtsumu

There’s no guarantee they’ll cross paths again, yet Atsumu is sure it’ll happen—he feels it in his bones and in his gut, a deep sense of certainty and calm.

For a fox only zings once.

In times of trouble, Omi’s face flashes in his mind and he finds courage to power through; in times of lonliness and sorrow, he imagines Omi’s scent wrapping around him and he feels safe.

On the eve of his 20th birthday, Atsumu forgoes tradition and refuses the mate arranged for him so he escapes to the heart of the forest, to the secret cave he had been building a nest in over the last few years since he presented, bolting the narrow space with a makeshift door out of twigs and vines, dried herbs to cover his own scent and ward off intruders.

By midnight, Atsumu has transformed into his half fox form, his body is wracked with mind-numbing heat. He feels delirious and wet and empty, thick slick gushing between his thighs it drenches his tail soppy. Soft sobs escape his lips, and he wants and wants and wants as he calls out the name of the one he’s been yearning for since he was three, hoping he’d cry himself to sleep.

Before he dozes off to dreamland, however, he hears rustling from the entryway and the sudden sound prompts him to be on guard, until the familiar scent of cherry and musk flood his senses and bring him to his knees.

“Omi-“

The vampire looks exactly as he did when Atsumu first met him, and he walks in towards Atsumu’s nest like it’s his own territory.

“You smell so good,” Kiyoomi licks the drool from his chin.

Atsumu leans into his touch and rubs his fox ears against the his ice-cold palms, a temporary reprieve for his burning skin. “Took ya long enough,” he pouts petulantly.

“No, YOU took long enough,” Kiyoomi growls, eyes glowing blood red. “I’ve been waiting for you for centuries, puppy.”

Atsumu flushes at the endearment. He climbs onto Kiyoomi’s lap and squirms between his legs, settling in nicely to his new seat. “Omi, please, ‘m ready. Missed ya… need ya-“

And oh, he’s so pretty when he begs.

“Patience, my dear,” Kiyoomi tightens his grip on Atsumu’s waist to stop him from rolling his hips. Reining in control, Kiyoomi slips his hand under the fox’s flimsy robe and Atsumu clenches in delightful anticipation watching Kiyoomi’s bare his fangs, pearly whites gleaming like moonlight in the otherwise dim cavern. “Not my fault you only noticed me once when I never left your side.”

Atsumu could only mewl as he succumbs to Kiyoomi exploring his mouth, his tongue lethal.

“Fuck, you taste even sweeter than how I imagined you to,”Kiyoomi pants between their bruising kiss, dragging his teeth along Atsumu’s plump lips. “Better than my favorite wine. I could guzzle a whole bottle of you.”

And imbibe Kiyoomi did all night.