Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angels ❯ 'Enzeru’s Punishment' ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 16

Enzeru's Punishment

Yohji reached up and touched the side of his neck, then looked at his fingertips smeared lightly with blood. The wound hurt. But not anymore than any of the other times he and a lover had indulged in some innocent biting and blood play. He looked up at his dark eyed lover and understanding dawned.

"You need blood to survive," he stated. "Is it part of your punishment?" Then he saw the almost healed wound on his lover's neck. "What's this?" he asked reaching up with the unbloodied hand and touched the small mark. It hadn't been there this morning.

Enzeru nodded silently. Then he strained his neck to look at the wound on his throat.

"Hai, I fed off human blood as an angel, and part of my exile is to continue to feed from them. I found a vampire at the club and we fed from each other, but his blood is not pure and most likely will not hold me for long." He looked curiously into his lovers' eyes, trying to gauge his reaction.

His gut tightened. ~Is this fear?~ He wondered. He didn't want Yohji to think he was some kind of monster and not want to see him again.

Yohji sank back against the wall staring at the ground as the words sank in. He'd already guessed it and seemed to remember a casual mention of it during their talk in the wee hours of the morning. But actually hearing the words spoken from his lover brought it out into stark reality. He looked up and saw a flash of fear and uncertainty cross the silver haired man's face.

He could see that his lover was worried about his reaction, with reason. And Yohji wasn't really sure how he felt about this at the moment himself. Finally he reached out and touched the angel's hand taking it firmly in his own.

"Let's go back to my place. We shouldn't discuss this here anyway. But we can come back if you want later. I need to change anyway; I wasn't dressed for clubbing and certainly can't let myself be seen like this. I've got an image to uphold."

He smiled into the other man's eyes. He was trying to reassure him that he would listen and not judge him out of hand. The news was unsettling but it was over shadowed by everything he already knew about the man in front of him.

Enzeru nodded and took Yohji in his arms, taking to the air quickly. They landed a few moments later outside the flower shop and the angel quickly released him. He followed his lover into the apartment and stopped Yohji before he could go get dressed. He set his lips against the blonde's forehead and murmured a few words in angel language as the wound he had made on the man's neck closed and healed. He turned and walked to the couch, not wanting the temptation of his lover's blood to take him.

"Ask me anything you want, I will answer honestly as I always do." He spread his wings out behind the back of the couch and spread his arms to rest on the back, stretching his legs before him to cross his ankles. He watched Yohji as the questions churned in the man brain.

Yohji touched the spot on his forehead where the warm lips had touched him. His whole body was tingly and warm and the feelings radiated from where the kiss had been placed. He realized that the pain in his neck was gone and shifted his hand to touch the wound. His fingers came away with only a tiny amount of dark half-dried blood.

With a couple of long strides he crossed the room to the bathroom and wet down a washcloth. He stripped off his top shirt tossing it into clothes bag there and cleaned the blood off his neck. He wasn't afraid, though he realized that maybe he should be. Mostly he didn't want to tempt or torment his lover with something that he needed. Once clean he walked back into the main room and over to the couch. He sat down at the opposite end and turned so that his feet were stretched out into Enzeru's lap. He brushed his fingers over the dark wing next to him.

"How have you been living all this time?" He asked softly gazing at the angel. "How much blood do you have to have everyday?"

Enzeru sighed and closed his eyes at the soft touch to his wings. The appendages fluttered in response.

"I feed from those who are marked for hell. Some are given a chance to redeem themselves, those who don't care or choose that path knowingly, are the ones I feed from."

He looked Yohji in the eyes, licking his lips as he took in the man's long frame, then closed them and rested his head back on the couch. "As for how much, it depends. If I feed on a daily basis, then I am fine. I have not fed since before we met yesterday. I can go without for a few days, but I would eventually starve to death as you would from not eating." A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He had never liked the fact that he had to feed off human blood to survive, but the hunger was so overwhelming at times. He had tried to starve himself once, but that had not ended up pretty. A frown crossed his face at the memory.

Yohji sighed softly hearing that first statement. It relieved his mind greatly to know that his lover didn't feed from the innocent. It sounded as if he fed from the same low lives that Kritiker sent Weiss after. The ex-Detective could deal with that because it meant that the innocents on the streets were safer and it meant less blood on the hands of his friends. Omi seemed to deal with it, but Ken suffered with every life he took no matter how evil. He only stayed, Yohji thought, because he had nowhere else really to go and because someone had to protect the ones that couldn't protect themselves.

"Then you need to feed tonight," he said finally looking up at his lover. "The fact that you have to do this is terrible and sad. But more so for you I think. I'm glad that it's the gutter slime that you choose, in a way you do what I do. I'm an assassin, a hunter for a law enforcement group called Kritiker. So we do the same thing, almost and I'm sure that we can find a hell bound rat or two down around the Saiyan." Then he smiled sadly. "Even if it ends up being me."

Enzeru's eyes popped open and he flashed his teeth at his lover. "I would not feed from you! I only feed from those marked for hell, and neither you nor Omi has the mark. To take an innocents blood would redeem myself and send me back to my 'brothers' and that is something I refuse to do, no matter what." He reached out and caressed Yohji's face. He was slightly confused at the anger in his voice as he had spoken, but his lovers' blood had been so sweet, like the soft stuff the humans called chocolate, on his tongue. He was not upset with Yohji, but his words.

"Why would you help me take someone's life? To satiate the hunger, I have to take the human's life. Until I do that, it will continue to build." He shook his head and leaned back against the couch. "Why would you help me do that?"