ā+ā for how I ship them (platonic, familial, romantic, not at all)
Hi, yes, thank you! I like these two so much, you have no idea. I have this headcanon that I briefly wrote about some time ago, where Lacus meets Mika when he is still a child and I am so very fond of the idea of little Mika bonding with Lacus, strictly in a familial sense. I understand why Mika kept his distance from the other vamps, but I still would have loved some bonding between them, perhaps the manga will indulge me in the future. Of course when it comes to AUās I love romantic settings, especially set in college (sharing dorms, partners in a project, Lacus dragging Mika to a club).
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ā„: Reacting to the other one crying about something (not exactly shippy and a bit au-ish)
Very few knew about the boy;Ā that was what theyād taken to calling the little blond Krul had presented to them one day. The boy had been blank-faced, his blue eyes dull and hooded. Lacus had immediately felt curiosity burn through him but he smartly held his tongue, simply nodding along to Krulās orders of keeping the boyās presence a secret.
Without making much sound, Lacus followed the soft sniffles, eyes roaming through the dark, empty corridors. Finally he came to one, dimly illuminated with a few stray candles, and spotted the hunched over figure of the boy. He was slumped against the wall, knees drawn up and head bent over. Lacus stopped, feeling oddly out of place.Ā
Why was he doing this? It wasnāt as if he cared about the boy, yet here he was. Lacus drew closer, causing the boy to raise his head, eyes red and puffy. An instant scowl formed on the blondās face. Lacus had to resist the urge to grin. Here the boy was, openly scowling at someone who far surpassed him in age and power, the boy had guts.Ā
āThereās a reason why Krul-sama wants to keep you hidden. If you foolishly go running off on your own, you might not be so lucky next time.ā Lacus made his meaning clear, warning the boy. It wasnāt that he cared, but if Krul ever learned that Lacus could have prevented any danger from befalling the little blond and he didnāt act on it, he was certain sheād make a painful example out of him.
The boy sniffled once more, wiping at his eyes furiously before he stood. He glanced warily at Lacus, mouth opening and shutting. Lacus took a step back, giving the boy enough room to pass through the corridor. He watched, amused, as the boy ran past him.
A feeble chuckle escaped Mikaās mouth, the sound rolling into a hiss as fingers pressed against him.
āWhatās so funny?ā The voice whispered into his ear, eliciting a shiver.
Heād wanted to say that the idea of him and Lacus doing this had seemed laughable. Really. Lacus had made it clear for some time now that heād wanted a physical relationship with Mika. His double entendres and heated stares had left very little to the imagination. Heād refused, of course. Mika hadnāt thought all vampires were so lascivious. He hadnāt counted on his own desires flaring without his permission. Ā Ā
Now, here they were, Mika with his pants around his ankles and Lacus with his fingers deep inside Mikaās ass. Heād be rolling in laughter if Lacusā fingers werenāt doing such a damn good job. Ā
āI know you need this as bad as I do.ā Lacusā lips brushed the back of his neck, their gentleness unnerving.
Mika tensed as the fingers curled and spread inside of him. He shut his eyes and leaned his head against the hard wall, trying to keep his breathing even and his voice low. An involuntary moan left his lips when Lacus slid his fingers out.
Mika braced himself on the wall, waiting for the man behind him to push into him. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Lacus tugged at his arm, turning him around.
āI want to see your face.ā Lacus clarified, his eyes gleaming as he wrapped his arms around Mikaās waist, hoisting him up. Out of instinct, Mika wound his legs around Lacusā hips, barely suppressing his surprised squeak.
He had no time to complain about their position before Lacus aligned himself with Mikaās stretched hole and thrust in. In one fluid motion he was buried to the hilt. Mikaās mouth fell open, but no sound came out. He could feel himself spams around the abrupt intrusion, his body basking in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
Once he felt he needed more, Mika tried to swivel his hips, seeking more friction, more heat. Lacus took the hint and let loose. He pulled back slowly, only to drive back in, a grunt falling next to Mikaās flushed cheek. One hand left Mikaās waist and circled his neglected cock, teasing the sensitive flesh. Mika gasped and writhed, digging his nails into Lacusā shoulders.
He didnāt care that the hard surface of the wall scraped against his back, didnāt care that heād have a hell of a backache tomorrow, and at that point, didnāt care that his voice grew out of his control. He screamed, his head falling back as his vision exploded into bright white fire.
Lacus groaned, spilling his own release inside of Mika.
For a moment, both remained still, only their chests heaving with the effort to regulate their breathing. In that brief moment, before the fog of their mutual climax dissipated, Lacus leaned down and claimed Mikaās mouth in a kiss.
