Adapt [Chase]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 wasn't feeling that great.
Notes: Inspired by this post.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 1,063
Total word count: 21,987
Status: Work in progress
M-21 wasn't feeling that great. Noises were sharper, smells stronger. It was giving him a headache. He'd taken to skulking down the quieter backstreets than walking down the main street; the suffocating smell from the cars and flashing lights were just too much for him right then.
But the thought of jumping up to the rooftops to travel home faster made him wince. He could feel his brain jostling in his head already. No, he'd walk.
It was like everything was trying to crawl into his eyes, ears and nose, demanding his attention. Was he sick? Had he been drugged?
Shit. He should contact home.
He was pulling out his phone when he caught movement from the corner of his eye.
Brown hair, a broad face. The wind picked up towards him, and M-21 relaxed, recognising Kentas' scent.
"M-21?"
Kentas would know if he was being followed. Goo-
M-21 heard the car coming up behind him. That wasn't weird. But when it passed him, the world tilted.
Every one of M-21's senses snapped to it. The scent of the exhaust. The rumble of the car engine. The trail of the lights, other lights bouncing off its dark blue paint job.
It was moving away and M-21 only had one thought in his mind: he had to catch it.
He didn't get very far, slamming into something.
He growled, trying to get away -no! he was going to lose it!- but his arms were pinned at his sides. He struggled but he was held fast.
M-21 sucked in a breath, a sharp pain in his neck dragging all his attention towards it. "W-what?" A bite?
"Are you concentrating now?" Kentas said, and M-21 just looked at him in a daze. Kentas just bit him?
...What just happened?
He had been walking, and then he was in Kentas' arms?
Ice formed in M-21's stomach. Had he lost control? When he hadn't even transformed? Kentas had to bite him to make him regain his senses?
"M-21?"
"Yeah. I'm..." M-21 squeezed his eyes shut, taking in Kentas' scent. "What the fuck just happened?"
"I think your prey drive just kicked in," Kentas said, and M-21 froze.
"My what drive?" Except he knew that was and shit, shit, shit. He leaned his forehead on Kentas' shoulder, feeling Kentas' arms loosen more into a hug than a hold.
"Nnn." Kentas exhaled and then let go of M-21. "We should talk at home."
M-21 grimaced. "Do I have to be blindfolded first?" If everything triggered his prey drive, maybe it would be easier that way.
Kentas didn't say anything for a few seconds. "It'd be better if we went by rooftops."
"Right." Away from most close-by moving things.
M-21 followed him up to the rooftops.
* * *
M-21 gritted his teeth as he and Kentas jumped across rooftops.
Small movement in the sk-
He clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms.
Even away from ground level, there was still enough things around him that he kept snapping his head when he saw or smelled something.
"We'll stop here for a minute," Kentas said.
M-21 frowned. He hadn't even realised Kentas had stopped behind him, M-21 just about to jump off the edge. "We're close now." They'd taken longer than it should have because he kept slowing down when his attention was snatched by something.
Kentas walked up to him and wrapped his arms around M-21's shoulders, pressing their foreheads together. M-21 closed his eyes without thinking, concentrating on Kentas. Kentas' arms around his shoulders. The heat Kentas radiated. His scent. The sound of their breathing together.
"And your concentration is frazzled right now," Kentas murmured. "If we keep going right now, you might run off again."
M-21 gritted his teeth again, hissing. "Fuck." Why the fuck couldn't he control himself? Kentas didn't seem to have any troubles keeping his concentrati-
Kentas sighed, hugging him tighter. "And I've been taught about this from a young age. You haven't had that."
M-21 frowned. "...I'm that predictable." How did Kentas know what he was thinking?
Kentas chuckled softly. "A little."
M-21 exhaled, focusing on Kentas, trying to ignore everything else. He relaxed bit by bit, and damn, he'd tensed up more more than he realised.
Kentas rumbled, nuzzling M-21's jaw, his sideburns tickling his skin and making him smile.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before M-21 sighed. "Okay, I think I can get back now."
Maybe.
"All right," Kentas said, not letting him go just yet.
A couple more seconds, and then Kentas stood back.
M-21 exhaled, opening his eyes. Everything seemed the same. Normal.
It wasn't going to last.
"Let's go," M-21 said, jumping off the edge of the building. The faster they made it home, the better.
* * *
The lights were bright when M-21 and Kentas got home, but the smells were familiar. Nothing was moving. The only things he could hear were what he would expect from the house. Cars were muffled through the walls, not so close he had to go after them.
"Fucking finally," M-21 said, slipping his shoes off.
He blinked when Kentas went in ahead of him. Huh. "I'll be in the kitchen," Kentas said as he disappeared around the corner.
M-21 frowned. Food? Was Kentas hungry? ...Was he hungry? Was that why he wanted to chase after cars?
But he couldn't eat them.
...Could he?
He'd never seen Kentas eat metal before, even though Kentas ate three times as much as M-21 did.
M-21 grimaced, sighing. What the fuck was he even thinking right now? Fucking nonsense.
M-21 followed Kentas to the kitchen. When he got there, Kentas was making sandwiches, and piling up a plate in between.
"Is that just for me?" M-21 said, watching him.
"Both of us," Kentas said, not turning around. He paused. "Most of it is yours though."
M-21 pursed his lips, but chased away the thought before it formed. He was turning into a werewolf. He knew that. He was going to have to get used to that. To whatever new rules his body was starting to live by.
When Kentas turned around with the plate, M-21 took one of the items that wouldn't leave crumbs and started to eat it.
The way his stomach reacted... Maybe he was hungrier than he thought.
Summary: M-21 wasn't feeling that great.
Notes: Inspired by this post.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 1,063
Total word count: 21,987
Status: Work in progress
M-21 wasn't feeling that great. Noises were sharper, smells stronger. It was giving him a headache. He'd taken to skulking down the quieter backstreets than walking down the main street; the suffocating smell from the cars and flashing lights were just too much for him right then.
But the thought of jumping up to the rooftops to travel home faster made him wince. He could feel his brain jostling in his head already. No, he'd walk.
It was like everything was trying to crawl into his eyes, ears and nose, demanding his attention. Was he sick? Had he been drugged?
Shit. He should contact home.
He was pulling out his phone when he caught movement from the corner of his eye.
Brown hair, a broad face. The wind picked up towards him, and M-21 relaxed, recognising Kentas' scent.
"M-21?"
Kentas would know if he was being followed. Goo-
M-21 heard the car coming up behind him. That wasn't weird. But when it passed him, the world tilted.
Every one of M-21's senses snapped to it. The scent of the exhaust. The rumble of the car engine. The trail of the lights, other lights bouncing off its dark blue paint job.
It was moving away and M-21 only had one thought in his mind: he had to catch it.
He didn't get very far, slamming into something.
He growled, trying to get away -no! he was going to lose it!- but his arms were pinned at his sides. He struggled but he was held fast.
M-21 sucked in a breath, a sharp pain in his neck dragging all his attention towards it. "W-what?" A bite?
"Are you concentrating now?" Kentas said, and M-21 just looked at him in a daze. Kentas just bit him?
...What just happened?
He had been walking, and then he was in Kentas' arms?
Ice formed in M-21's stomach. Had he lost control? When he hadn't even transformed? Kentas had to bite him to make him regain his senses?
"M-21?"
"Yeah. I'm..." M-21 squeezed his eyes shut, taking in Kentas' scent. "What the fuck just happened?"
"I think your prey drive just kicked in," Kentas said, and M-21 froze.
"My what drive?" Except he knew that was and shit, shit, shit. He leaned his forehead on Kentas' shoulder, feeling Kentas' arms loosen more into a hug than a hold.
"Nnn." Kentas exhaled and then let go of M-21. "We should talk at home."
M-21 grimaced. "Do I have to be blindfolded first?" If everything triggered his prey drive, maybe it would be easier that way.
Kentas didn't say anything for a few seconds. "It'd be better if we went by rooftops."
"Right." Away from most close-by moving things.
M-21 followed him up to the rooftops.
M-21 gritted his teeth as he and Kentas jumped across rooftops.
Small movement in the sk-
He clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms.
Even away from ground level, there was still enough things around him that he kept snapping his head when he saw or smelled something.
"We'll stop here for a minute," Kentas said.
M-21 frowned. He hadn't even realised Kentas had stopped behind him, M-21 just about to jump off the edge. "We're close now." They'd taken longer than it should have because he kept slowing down when his attention was snatched by something.
Kentas walked up to him and wrapped his arms around M-21's shoulders, pressing their foreheads together. M-21 closed his eyes without thinking, concentrating on Kentas. Kentas' arms around his shoulders. The heat Kentas radiated. His scent. The sound of their breathing together.
"And your concentration is frazzled right now," Kentas murmured. "If we keep going right now, you might run off again."
M-21 gritted his teeth again, hissing. "Fuck." Why the fuck couldn't he control himself? Kentas didn't seem to have any troubles keeping his concentrati-
Kentas sighed, hugging him tighter. "And I've been taught about this from a young age. You haven't had that."
M-21 frowned. "...I'm that predictable." How did Kentas know what he was thinking?
Kentas chuckled softly. "A little."
M-21 exhaled, focusing on Kentas, trying to ignore everything else. He relaxed bit by bit, and damn, he'd tensed up more more than he realised.
Kentas rumbled, nuzzling M-21's jaw, his sideburns tickling his skin and making him smile.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before M-21 sighed. "Okay, I think I can get back now."
Maybe.
"All right," Kentas said, not letting him go just yet.
A couple more seconds, and then Kentas stood back.
M-21 exhaled, opening his eyes. Everything seemed the same. Normal.
It wasn't going to last.
"Let's go," M-21 said, jumping off the edge of the building. The faster they made it home, the better.
The lights were bright when M-21 and Kentas got home, but the smells were familiar. Nothing was moving. The only things he could hear were what he would expect from the house. Cars were muffled through the walls, not so close he had to go after them.
"Fucking finally," M-21 said, slipping his shoes off.
He blinked when Kentas went in ahead of him. Huh. "I'll be in the kitchen," Kentas said as he disappeared around the corner.
M-21 frowned. Food? Was Kentas hungry? ...Was he hungry? Was that why he wanted to chase after cars?
But he couldn't eat them.
...Could he?
He'd never seen Kentas eat metal before, even though Kentas ate three times as much as M-21 did.
M-21 grimaced, sighing. What the fuck was he even thinking right now? Fucking nonsense.
M-21 followed Kentas to the kitchen. When he got there, Kentas was making sandwiches, and piling up a plate in between.
"Is that just for me?" M-21 said, watching him.
"Both of us," Kentas said, not turning around. He paused. "Most of it is yours though."
M-21 pursed his lips, but chased away the thought before it formed. He was turning into a werewolf. He knew that. He was going to have to get used to that. To whatever new rules his body was starting to live by.
When Kentas turned around with the plate, M-21 took one of the items that wouldn't leave crumbs and started to eat it.
The way his stomach reacted... Maybe he was hungrier than he thought.