The first time he approached Kuai Liang was supposed to be the last. Hanzo had done it before, it was routine at this point, go to a bar, pick someone, get them drunk, feed from them and erase their memories, never to see them again. That was what he was supposed to do, that was what he'd intended to do the first night he chose Kuai. The man had an air of solitude about him, like he was so desperately lonely even in a room of people. It had made it so easy to get him where Hanzo needed him.
He went back to the bar not a week later, to find Kuai back again, still as easy to isolate from the crowd and he figured it couldn't hurt to drink from him a second time. And the first time he had tasted so sweet, how could he deny himself a second taste. Or a third. Or a forth. And just like that, a cycle was born.
He felt guilty about it, of course he did. Kuai Liang only ever remembered him intermittently, usually just after Hanzo's fang's had pierced the delicate flesh of his neck. He knew eventually his powers would just not be enough to keep the other man from remembering. Eventually Kuai would realise just how much he'd been preyed on, the plaything of an immortal vampire. Hanzo couldn't imagine any mortal being happy about that.
He found himself staying longer after he'd finished his feeding, holding the unconscious man as he slept, believing he was safe when he was anything but. He always left before he woke up. It sickened himself how often he considered just turning the man, taking him under his wing and teaching him the ways of the night. He remembered far too well how painful turning was, he couldn't force that on this mortal he'd come to be so obsessed with.
No, he'd just repeat the cycle until it was no longer viable.
That was what tonight was. Just another repeat. It was all as it usually was, he'd approach Kuai, charm his way into buying the man drinks and then it was back to the other man's apartment. Tongue down his throat, trying to urge him towards the bedroom. And then-
Kuai suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and trembling slightly. Panic welled in Hanzo's chest, this wasn't part of the routine. Has he remembered early?
Kuai reached a hand to Hanzo's face, a mix of emotions all over as he whispered “We've done this before...”
Shit, he did. Hanzo wanted to deny it, try to claim that no this was the first time it happened. But judging by the way Kuai looked at him, the truth was already all too clear.
“We have, haven't we?” He asked, despite the way his voice cracked he did not try to get away. “We're doing this again...”
“Again and always,” Hanzo muttered, planting a kiss against Kuai Liang's neck. He'd have to feed sooner, have to get out sooner. It'd have to be the last time. “I'm sorry.”
“Wait,” Kuai whimpered, just about managing to wrestle Hanzo's head from the crook of his neck. “Wait,” he tried again, holding Hanzo's jaw in his hands. “Please... Please I don't care if you bite me, I don't care if you drain my blood from my body, please just let me remember this time.” Hanzo watched as a few stray tears rolled down Kuai's cheeks. “I don't want to forget you.”
If Hanzo were not already dead, his heart a graveyard, the plea would have caused his heart to break. It was dangerous, too dangerous. He should have stopped after the first few times. At this point, would granting the man the gift of his own memories really do any more harm than Hanzo had already done?
Hanzo lent in to kiss his lips again. He'd give Kuai Liang that gift, and more besides. Usually, he'd undress the other man, but this time everything was different, and his hands instead reached for his own shirt, slowly undoing it. Kuai's breath hitched under him, seemingly aware that Hanzo had finally and silently agreed to his request.
Once more, he guided the man into his bedroom, and like always he managed to get the other man's clothes off, only this time his own joined them in the pile on the floor. He loomed over, spreading Kuai's legs as he was handed a bottle of lube.
Yes. He would give Kuai this night. He would allow him his memories. He would claim Kuai Liang entirely. Stay and hold him after he had drank the sweet blood from dark veins. He would give himself to the man who in all right should despise him for the hell he'd put him through.
And of lust we are reborn.
He would deal with the consequences in the morning.
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