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Title: Twitter Drabble Dump 1
Rating: K+
Characters: Ensemble
Summary: (Arc V Band AU) Shun has to earn money somehow/ (Arc V Band AU) Yuuya listens to something on a whim/ (Gaim Supernatural AU) You should date him, Kouta/ (Gaim Supernatural AU) Takatora is too good/ (Arc V) Yuugo really hates Yuuto
Warning(s): Bad jokes

“Quackle Barrel.”

“You say anything else and I’m kicking you out.”

“But it’s called the ‘Quackle Barrel.’”

Home to a variety of duck themed goods and ol’fashioned home cooking, as it’s advertised. But That doesn’t stop the fact that Shun is sitting in the back, in a duck suit, with the head off and resting to the side while he leans against a wall.

Smoking.

“You’re the opposite of child friendly,” Yuuto tells him. Not like either of them are very public friendly, Yuuto covering arm sleeve tattoos with jackets and long sleeved button ups, and Shun with his own plethora of piercings that he has to pull out most days.

“This suit is obnoxiously hot,” Shun complains, head thunking on the brick of the restaurant wall behind him. “And the people in there are the worst.”

“That’s because you deal with kids,” Yuuto snorts. “You’re the famed mascot of the place, after all.”

“I hate this damn job.”

“And our band needs money.”

Shun retaliates by blowing smoke in his face.

Yuuya had bought a THEE MICHELLE GUN ELEPHANT album on a whim, something that he wouldn’t have done when not too far away an old Pizzicato Five (when they were STILL Pizzicato V) sat. But he had bought it and gone home, stealing past his brothers (“Yuuya what are you doing--” but he ignored Yuugo) and up to his room.

The door slams shut behind him, heart hammering in his chest, and why is he so worked up over a simple CD from a band he didn’t even know much about until he met Kurosaki Shun. The drummer in Yuuto’s garage band that’s trying to make it big.

The guy who made a face at Yuuya’s music choices and suggested something grittier and not as fluffy, although Yuuya insisted that there’s nothing wrong with liking what he liked.

Nothing wrong...at all.

But Yuuya puts the CD in, standing in front of his stereo system and thinking of the man who is passionate about them. Thinking of the drummer who stole his heart (much to Yuugo’s chagrin but Yuugo is over protective). So Yuuya presses play, the first notes of the song hitting his ears--rough voice, rough guitar, but somehow--

Just like Kurosaki Shun.

Yuuya finds himself listening to the entire album, heart fluttering, and feeling like he got to know Shun just a little bit better.

“And you should totally date him then,” Zack doesn’t even keep quiet on it, claws working away at whatever new pet project he has going on. Something about some good luck charm for Mai and the loup garou just keeps on at it.

"But what if it's just because he smells good I don't want a relationship based on that."

"Kouta you already bit him does that even matter now?"

"...maybe?" Because Kouta had passed out from that entire ordeal he...doesn't remember much about after biting Takatora or before it, either.

“So just date him, obviously he’s interested,” and Zack points at Kouta’s phone, “otherwise you wouldn’t have been texting him for the past hour.”

Kouta gives a rather goofy grin, “Yeah, well, he’s at work and he’s kind of bored and I--”

Ah.

“That’s not the point!” and Kouta gives Zack an affronted look. “I mean...I’m a vampire, he’s a human, I don’t wanna turn him, and--”

“You’re the shittiest vampire ever,” and Zack stares in triumph at whatever doodad he’s finished.

“Am not!” Kouta leans over to smack him. “Geeze, but so anyways I gotta think on it and maybe I’ll tell him after dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, Takatora asked me what types of human food I like to eat and said he’s gonna treat me tonight so--”

Zack snorts, “Dating.”

The first taste of blood on his tongue makes Kouta moan, shaky and breathless, because it tastes just as good as Takatora smells. His hands are crushing the fabric of the neatly pressed suit Takatora wears, the button up ruined because in his haste Kouta had ripped a couple of buttons off, and Takatora’s tie hangs loose around his neck.

Kouta’s knees are shaking.

“Kouta,” Takatora’s voice is deep, husky, whispered right into Kouta’s ear.

He keeps drinking, eyes shut tight, hands shaking even though they grip Takatora tight.

“Kouta.”

He moans again, mouth opening, fangs slipping free from Takatora’s neck and both gasping.

“Kouta.”

Kouta finds himself being pushed back, chin clasped in Takatora’s fingers and lips crashing against his. Kouta is desperate, wanting, pressing back as much as he can, body weak--

“Takatora,” it comes out as a whine, but Kouta is pinned anyways, human lips ravaging his own.

“You’re horrible.”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“You don’t even get my name right, dumbass,” but anymore of Yuugo’s complaints are smothered by the kisses Yuuto places on his lips. They’re forgotten because Yuuto threads their fingers together, presses their foreheads together, and gives Yuugo the sweetest smile.

“Think you’re so slick,” Yuugo mumbles. “I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

Yuugo wipes that stupid grin off of Yuuto’s face with another kiss.