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Nayla Tempesta X Emihiko T. Raiden (OC F/O)

(i wrote this some time back so its not that good, i’m not a huge fan but i havent posted any writing for myself in a while or of these two aka it win the poll. i cant explain these two in a normal way. they like suck. but it works with each other so they suck but it balances out with one another. one is a whiny clingy weirdo and the other is a sick moody freak. idk what else to say!)

“Please, Lala? Just a few?” The werewolf pleaded, unable to take his attention off the tube of lipstick on the vanity. Pressing his hands together in a mock form of prayer, he batted his lashes and peered up at his partner with hazel green eyes filled with an innocence Emihiko did not actually posses and a hunger that he certainly did.

His taller partner glanced over at him from where he stood, unfazed by his antics. It almost irritated him given the circumstances. There had been a tension already formed in the air of the bedroom, one consisting of a stiff annoyance at the prospect of leaving the house. Fixing his earrings in the mirror, he carried on with getting himself ready. “You can’t actually be serious, not when you were begging to go out.”

“It’s not a big deal! We can always go out another time!” The blond protested, arms making exaggerated motions as he spoke. It was a dangerous game to play, but he was unable to resist the dark shade that made his vampire’s lips the most enticing thing. They’d become his newfound addiction in the past few months, the kind that you just couldn’t quit, and the color simply added fuel to the flame. “Can’t I have you all to myself when you’re looking like that?”

Irritation was obvious on her face, turning to look at the male who sat down at the edge of the bed with a cocky grin that seemed a bit too sure he would receive a positive answer. Her grey eyes scanned the man who sat at the edge of the bed infront of her, taking in the way he’d given up buttoning his shirt or putting on his shoes, or even the way his tail wagged slowly in some form of anticipation. She particularly lingered on the bit of his stomach that was just barely visible, not going unnoticed by the eyes that already scanned every inch of him.

While Emihiko seemed more than happy to leave their plans behind, he was the same one who had spent a good while trying to convince him to enjoy the nightlife together. The vampire had hoped to make food and rest for the evening, but the man who seemed to always be full of energy insisted otherwise. So much for that.

“Then I got dressed for nothing? I’m not going out with you for a while for doing this to me.” Nayla sighed in frustration, slipping off his heels. She moved towards him, leaning down to reach his eye level. Hands at his hips, he wasn’t finished speaking about his disdain for the eager man’s whiny insistence to stay.

“Maybe I should have rejected you, it would have saved me the trouble.” He continued with a deep scowl, the werewolf only nodding along in response with a dopey smile on his face and a quiet ‘ahuh’.

Reaching a hand out, he gently pulled Nayla, who was still talking, down to sit on the bed next to him. Snaking an arm around his waist, he kept pretending to acknowledge his words. They went on deaf ears, simply because Emihiko knew they held no real meaning.

Not that it was always like this, on some days it may have made him a bit upset and insecure to hear such a proclamation. Perhaps tonight he was just too caught up on the way the dress Nayla picked to wear fit her so well or the way he could get so rilled up at something like this.

“Mhm, you’re right. Of course, cutie.” He nodded, trailing chaste kisses along his shoulder and receiving a quiet scoff in response.

“All you do is ruin my life, inconvenience after inconvenience. You’re selfish.” Nayla instinctively leaned against him by his side, arms crossed over his chest. Emihiko mumbled something back along the lines of an acknowledgement, fingers tracing along his lover’s side.

Even after he continued throwing hurtful remark after remark, his voice slowly grew quiet. The dark haired vampire despised when Emihiko’s confidence remained unshaken, with every careful touch and sweet kiss to his exposed skin. Equally so, that was exactly why he found himself drawn to him. It took a certain kind of bold stupidity to handle someone as intense and cruel as the heir of the Tempesta family.

His eyes drifted to the floor, glancing between his discarded heels and the mess of makeup he was still in the midst of. His expression turned somber. It wasn’t like he wanted to go out to begin with, but it did leave him frustrated.

A soft kiss pressed to her jaw. Emihiko nudged him a bit as he pulled her closer, his smile brightened when arms wrapped around his neck and held him tightly.

“Are you upset? You can tell me. If you really want we can still go. I just…love how pretty you are.” He chuckled nervously, unable to take in every bit of the moment of having him in his arms.

“Y-You’re my first partner, y’know? I caaan’t help iiiit…” Emihiko whined, dragging on his words as he burrowed himself between the crook of the others neck. The wild strands of his hair and his fluffy ears tickled Nayla, making her gently push him away. He looked up at him with an exaggerated frown on his lips.

“We can stay.” She replied in a hushed whisper, almost able to feel the way Emihiko lit up immediately like a puppy who’s been told it can get a treat. She certainly was able to feel the smaller male tackle him to the bed with a newfound excitement.

“Yeah?!” He exclaimed, now sitting over her hips and looking down to him with wide eyes and a toothy grin.

A small wince left the vampire in response, making the blond retract off of him immediately and sit next to him on his knees that dipped into the mattress. He glanced over him with wide eyes and an anxious look on his face. “Sorry, sorry!”

Nayla rolled his eyes, shifting up as he moved himself to sit in front of him in a similar position. Seeing he wasn’t injured, the werewolf’s shoulders relaxed and a small smile graced his lips.

“I am upset, yes.” She spoke sternly with a small frown and began shifting closer. It made Emihiko tense nervously, until he traced a hand along the exposed skin of his scarred chest, his heart almost thumped out of him at the mere action. Nayla peered at him with half lidded eyes, an almost sinister glint in them.

“Make it up to me.”

At the simple command, his pale cheeks reddened considerably as his ears stood straight. He was unable to contain the giggle that was always so goofy to Nayla, flustered by the mere words. It made a slight smile crack at the corner of the vampire’s painted lips.

“Well, uh. Hehe…You know I’ll do anything you say, sweet angel.” Emihiko mumbled nervously, watching with wide eyes as the vampire hummed at his response, seeming satisfied.

“Perfect.” Nayla cheered with feigned joy, hugging the smaller male closely now and placing a kiss on his cheek. He leaned closely to the other’s ear, her voice quiet and more commanding then anything. “Tomorrow I want breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed and complete silence for the entire day. Mhm? Just for me?”

Emihiko blinked for a second, tethering between a lovestruck daze and the requests made to him. Relaxing in her embrace, he pressed his head to Nayla’s chest and whined quietly in protest.

“…F-Fine. Just for you.”

Nayla snickered and grasped his head with both of his hands, brushing some of his bangs away. Beginning to pepper gentle kisses along his round face, his dark lips quickly left black lipstick marks along his chubby cheeks.

“Such a sweet boyfriend I have! Even if he’s a total let down and a stupid loser! Yes, you like me and I’m your world, right?” He coddled with a voice that feigned sweetness, not that the obedient werewolf cared as he nodded slowly.

Closing his hazel green eyes and shuddering, Emihiko basked in the loving lips and doting care of his moody boyfriend as quiet chuckles and incomprehensible words occasionally left him. He was as infatuated as the first moments he fell for the mischievous vampire.

“Can you…do the thing- the thing where you scratch my ears…?” He asked, sluggishly wrapping his arms around her torso. Nayla surprisingly did so, a gentle hand running through his hair and scratching a bit at his scalp. The action was met with a soft rumble from his throat and Emihiko leaning his head into his palm for more.

“I shouldn’t have said all those things to you, by the way…You’re very sweet to me, Emi. Ignoring your selfishness.”

The male in question almost didn’t process those words and seemed unfazed by them initially, but they shocked him to his core deep down. He’d been slowly lulled by Nayla, feeling too tired to form a reaction. Droopy eyes glanced briefly at what he hoped was a small twinge of shyness on his cold-hearted partner’s face. He kept quiet for once, just enjoying those words and everything he knew they meant.

Nayla pressed a longer kiss to his mouth, caressing his rosy cheek with his thumb and sighing after he moved away from the kiss. Filled with both ease and frustration, he just let his lips express his emotions. The blond got the message anyway, his arms squeezing her gently in both an admission of guilt and to comfort him.

There was always something strange about these moments, an unexplainable understanding despite the large wedge between them. A back and forth that held nothing but genuine emotion and left both creatures of the night lost within themselves and each other.

“…I love you, Lala. You’re just so cute and you really are my world.” He mumbled, a small crack in his voice as a smile graced his lips.

“Yes, Emihiko, I know.” She whispered in return, feeling her face warming up just a bit and hiding it as best as she could.

Something was wrong here in the thawed embrace of the vampire who held the werewolf, somewhere. It wasn’t like either of them was in a rush to figure out what.