tsubaki: wow, i didn't know holograms could write! ahaha AHAHAHA

belkia: what's that, tsubakyun?

tsubaki: AHAHAHA aaah... oh, it's nothing interesting. it's a written work concerning the brother envy and his eve. *gives belkia his phone*

belkia: hmmm ok *reads it*

>> this is actually published in my book, "gay shit", but since i'm running out of content, might as well slap it into this book. definitely not an excuse to not write anything new yet.

idk if this is fluff or, like, semi-steamy (there's none of that tho) because i am completely confused with the classifications. <<

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after having held a conversation— according to his standards, atleast— with johannes, the servamp of envy slithered into the antique store, more comfortable being in his snake form. that way, it was easier to hide in the shadows rather than stand out in his six-foot frame. and paper bags.

jeje moved towards an idle table, a number of books piled on top. he felt another headache coming on. did mikuni leave these here? last night, he had stayed up transporting leather and hardbound books to this small space in the shop, claiming the lighting was better than in his quarters. jeje let him live, the eccentricities and secrets of his eve never seeming to end.

until now, he had not gone back to the shop. he would usually be settled around mikuni's neck, but the latter told him to 'enjoy himself' while he spent 'quality time' with abel. as he circled the table, he noticed a human figure slumped over, the sound of even breathing coming from it.

for a few moments, he stared at his eve— sleeping amidst the flurry of open and unopened books— before reverting back to his human body.

well, vampire body.

he nudged the blonde slightly, unsure of what to do as he glanced around the shop. there was nothing unusual; abel was perched atop the wooden table leaning against a stack of books and the display seemed untouched. he nudged his eve again. he seemed to still be sleeping. whatever he'd been reading about, jeje had zero interest in it as he stared down at the unconscious form infront of him.

no matter how you'd think of it, this was a good opportunity to drink his blood.

the vampire began to have a debate with himself on it. what if mikuni wakes up just before jeje could sink his fangs into neck? or if he's pretending to be asleep, ready to perform another one of his stupid antics, which will most certainly not end well? jeje couldn't deny it, though. it was tempting. looking at that smooth, pale skin, picturing the blood pulsing throughout the scrumptious carnality of flesh...

mikuni stirred.

for a moment, the servamp thought he'd sit up, stretch his arms and accuse his servamp of 'staring at abel with lustful eyes', but there came no overenthusiastic yell from his mouth. rather than that, a soft moan procured by sleep escaped his lips as he shifted. it didn't look like he was going to be up and about soon enough, and this was a pretty uncomfortable place to rest.

jeje could only grumble and whisper incoherent curses as he bent down to gather the blonde up in his arms. at first he simply pictured throwing his eve over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but the risk of rousing him was quite high. and no one would fancy the idea of waking up suspended about a little below six feet above the ground, so he settled on using both his arms to lift him the way one would usually do with a human being.

mikuni stirred again but didn't wake just the same. jeje sighed one last time before turning to a couch by the corner to settle the blonde on top of the cushions. he slowly laid him there, hands lingering on the surface of the couch as he looked at his eve's sleeping face. he looked tranquil despite the slight crease of his eyebrows, unlike the usual tumult of expressions flitting across his features. jeje couldn't help but wonder if he carried the burdens of his life even to the world of dreams. what was running in his mind right now? a blank slate, or a horrific image he had grown all too accustomed to?

letting out a breath of exasperation, the vampire closed his eyes and mumbled, "seriously... i'm your servamp... not your... slave..." he sat down at the edge of the couch, his back just beside his eve's legs. he stared at the floor for a few moments, and, at the sound of mikuni's voice, visibly flinched in surprise.

"oh? what was that, jeje?" he said softly, his usual mocking tone laced with sleep, but awake nonetheless. the vampire simply groaned in annoyance. just a little while ago, he was appreciating the silence. mikuni was annoying when he was awake. he heard the shuffling of clothes as the blonde sat up, and, surprisingly, moved stupendously close to him.

"'i'm your servamp... not your slave', was that it?"

he was making fun of him. again. he should've sucked him dry when he had the chance, and by then he wouldn't have to deal with a loud, eccentric eve who never kept his promises. jeje was about to stand up and start for the door. all of a sudden, mikuni slipped his hand under the paper bag over the vampire's face, knocking all three off as he leaned in to kiss him. the first syllable of mikuni's name was left unsaid, lingering on jeje's lips as the other began to deepen the contact.

seconds later, he pulled away, a slight blush on his face as he leaned back on the couch, breathing slightly heavier rather than at a normal pace. jeje sat there frozen, and with the absence of the bags over his head, did not have a way to conceal the blatant surprise glued to his face. a laugh to his left knocked him out of his stupor, and he didn't exactly know what effect the rise of temperature in his face had on his appearance.

"why..." he managed, before mikuni flopped down on his torso like a dog who missed its owner would do. the latter laughed lightly.

"well, servamp or slave or whatever, you're still mine either way~."

ah, god. he really should've sank his fangs into that throat earlier.

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>> ehehehe this could end differently tho EHEHEHEHE. i was actually drawing NSFW last night [it's part of anatomy research. try it, it actually really helps you get the general idea of drawing limbs.] and i KIIINDA made a sketch on these two. yes, an NSFW on these two. should i post it? i tried to copy the art style of the manga rather than incorporate my own, so idk, it won't be too focused on proportions and the system of muscles over the body like i usually draw. <<

belkia: ... WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ

belkia: TSUBAKYUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU READING

tsubaki:

tsubaki: don't tell higan.