12 Blood and Sex

It had been a long walk back. Even for her, she couldn't seem to keep up with how the highs and lows of the day drained her emotionally. Walking up the steps sluggishly, Megura let her head fall back lazily as she climbed the steps of his house. "It's cute," she murmured, though she hadn't given it a full look over. She was more or less ready to lie down over anything else.

Shouji set the helmet onto the bike after they walked it up to the front of the house. He closed the front gate to the yard and hung onto it a moment as he watched her head bob as she tried to stay upright. Finally, he was glad to have the chance to lie down. It was just within their grasp, right beyond the door.

He'd done a lot of walking and for having not done it in a month, he was pretty winded. Shouji unlocked the door and let her lean on him as he flicked the lights on before he led them inside. He looked around for signs of his sister, but from the looks of things, Sora was not home.

He was both bothered by it yet; it didn't bother him. He'd seen her twice since he left the hospital. Quickly, Shouji put it out of his mind, and helped Megura through the house back to his room. Everything was spotlessly clean. It looked like it did when his mother was still alive.

He breathed in slowly, sighing as he she dragged her feet. He was glad he kept it clean since Sora hardly spent any time here. "We're almost to my room."

She could hear his words, but her body was too sluggish to comply.

Megura laid her head against his shoulder, dozing off between steps as her eyes fluttering closed and open. "Huh, it's-" She couldn't find the words as she dreamed a little, "I'm not sure why we didn't take the Benz. I thought the driver knew....." She mumbled, rubbing her face. "Yeah," she muttered. "But this room is nice anyway, he'll go to twentieth street-"

Her words were incoherent, but he couldn't help but smile while leading her to the bed. "Lay down," he told her softly. She was in her own little world. He wondered if she remembered who she was talking to. Maybe next time she wouldn't drink so much.

She didn't really argue with him, but giggled at his words. Sleep came so easily when her head hit the bed. She'd rolled onto her back, kind of sprawling out. "Don't wake me up. This is good," she muttered.

He laughed a little and let her have the bed. He grabbed a spare blanket out of his closet and laid it down next to the bed. He laid there for a little while, thinking about how his night had completely changed. She's a vampire. An actual vampire, but she was also very normal. He held his hand up, the one he had cut earlier. It had healed nicely, just from her licking it. He blushed a little, remembering it. Knowing this felt exhilarating, Shouji smirked to himself as he sighed. He closed his eyes, then rolled over to go to sleep.

At the peak of the night, Megura managed to slept soundly till a startling hunger arose her from her half-drunk slumber. Shouji's scent wafted into her senses and for a second, she thought she was dreaming. The soft rhythm of his heartbeat coupled with the comfort of feeling at home made her feel like she was right at dinner, only it was fresh.

She'd hungered for this and moaned, opening her eyes in the night as she lifted her head up. Her head was pounding, but Shouji's heartbeat was a soft, calm patter against her senses.

She peered over the edge of the bed and sagged with regret, feeling almost defeated. She shouldn't.... No, couldn't. He knew, but it didn't give her the right. She groaned internally, denying herself the sweet meal that sat right before her. Her gaze softened as she watched him sleep, a deep pool of longing boring inside of her in the depth of her stomach.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Her hands crept to the edge of the bed as she leaned over, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath.

Shouji took in a deep breath and winced a little, his ribs still giving him problems. He shifted a little, turning his head, exposing his neck. The vein pulsed steadily.

Her heartbeat rose in unison to his open display of defenselessness, and she about fell from leaning over the bed to gaze at him.

Megura threw the covers out of the way and jumped from the bed, hopping over him and slipping out the door. She needed- Air. Her head was pounding, but she couldn't stay in the same room. It was like having a fresh stake waved over her head.

She walked out into the hallway. It was so quiet that it actually felt like she could take a breath. Her attention drew to the pale gray walls and white trim, which made the house look cold. Her eyes glanced over the picture frames on the wall of pictures of a family she was unfamiliar with..

Lightly, she tiptoed down the hall; her shadow casting an eerie shadow across the walls. When she stopped, she stared at a few photos near the kitchen entrance.

There was Shouji. She smirked to herself at how normal he looked.

She could recognize his face. A female, slightly older than him and- what she presumed was his mom and dad. Other photos lined the walls, and she took a moment to glance over each one carefully. What use was he, staying around her with so many pictures of people? The question irked her at how he was more fascinated with her than with his mortal life.

Why did he find her so interesting when he had a family like this? Her smile faded. Unless something happened? Her head throbbed, but she felt like maybe she had enough 'air' and needed to get back to the room before she snooped around any further.

Megura cracked the door slightly, peering in as she looked down to see he was still sleeping. She sighed, biting her lip. She wanted to talk to him, but she figured she could wait till later since he was asleep. She crept into the room and got closer to the bed when Shouji winced in his sleep and jerked awake, grabbing his head.

He was breathing heavily and winced again, grabbing his chest. The vivid memory now nightmares of the car crash that used to give him panic attacks.

Megura was standing motionless in the doorway. The dark shadow of the room kept her slightly hidden save a small sliver cutting across her feet. She watched him struggle for a moment as she crouched down next to him. Her hand came up to his cheek, the tips of her fingers lightly touched the high point of his cheek. "You alright?" she asked, softly. She didn't expect him to wake up so abruptly.

He moved his hair out of his face before pulling out of reach as he glanced at. "Mm, yeah." He cleared his throat. "You alright?" he asked. Why was she up?

She acknowledged that, bowing her head slightly as she stood up before letting her body flop back on to his bed. Megura stared up at the ceiling as she thought about how to respond to that. "It hurts to think about it." She muttered, taking a deep breath. "I'd like to imagine it isn't, though." She lifted herself up enough to stare down at him. "The real discussion though is that you startled me. Waking up like that."

He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the makeshift bed on the floor. "I'm sorry." His head was pounding now. "Why are you creeping around in the dark?" he asked her. He normally would have a smile on his face, but he was just trying to get his mind off his dream.

"I woke up," she told him merely. "And I forgot where I was." She shook her head at his apology, it wasn't really anything to apologize for. She sighed again before looking to the window.

He looked at her, watching her stare out of the window. "Are you okay?"

"My head hurts," she grumbled, not willing to delve further into her hunger. "But I'm fine with it."

He closed his eyes again, and just laid with his head tilted back on the bed. His heart was still beating fast from his nightmare and he breathed out a tense, low breath as he tried to relax. In his attempt to relax, the same vein pulled taught against his skin, only slightly more pronounced from the stress. He tried to get his mind off the noise of his heartbeat thundering in his ears. "Do you need something for it?" he asked.

Megura fidgeted again. Her head felt like it was pounding harder from watching him, that she could almost imagine the taste of his blood on her lip. The heat of it made the room feeling maddening and uncomfortable, so she stood up quickly. "Can I have something to drink?" she asked. "Water? Soda? It doesn't really matter."

"Yeah," he said, getting up. He refrained from taking a deep breath, knowing it would catch and his ribs would ache all the more. He walked out to get her some water, but his mind was more concerned about his medication. He needed to take his pain medicine, so it worked out for everyone.

Megura watched him go, and she felt her chest constrict watching him.

Turning her head away from his direction, she kicked her legs softly, one at a time to settle her nerves. How could she relax like this? She sighed again, now chewing her lip as she tried to keep her mind clear. Anything to distract her from the hunger nagging at her stomach and willing her body excitedly at the notion of a warm meal.

She caught herself chewing her lip harder before her thoughts wondered on to the evening earlier. She recalled the sweet taste of his blood and she stared down the hallway. Her eyes felt heavy as she breathed in his scent. It practically filled the room.

Megura leaned her head back before lifting her head back up to stare at the doorway he'd disappeared out of. "Augh," she whined. She needed to talk about something or she'd get completely wrapped up in the smell of him.

"So, why do you bother to do all this stuff? I mean like... Graffiti, hang out with me, and the parties and everything when you've got this pleasant home... and a family? Aren't you the least bit concerned for your well being?" She asked softly, getting up from the bed to follow him.

He stopped and turned to see the pictures. Shouji reached up to touch one. It was the last photo they had taken together before the accident. "I only have my sister now," he said, turning to continue walking to the kitchen.

He flicked the light on and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. As she walked up to the kitchen doorway, he closed the cabinet. It was a lot easier to see now that she was sober.

The kitchen looked like something out of a storybook. It had pastel yellow walls, white cabinets and pale marble counters that glistened softly in the light. To the left of the cabinets, a table sat with a deep blue tablecloth accented by a floral centerpiece.

Shouji was the first one to move. He turned the faucet on, pouring her a glass till it was full. His hand flicked the handle down, turning off the water as he stepped back towards her and held the glass out for her. "I was thirteen when my dad died. Sora had gone to some convention with her friends in a town a few hours away. We were on our way back from dropping her off when a truck hit our car." He remembered sitting behind his dad.

He was falling asleep just like he always did with a long trip. Car rides always did that but- "The driver was drunk and had jumped the median on the highway crashing into us. Dad died instantly, being on the side directly hit." He looked down. He remembered the whole thing as if burned into his memories. "Our car flipped, and it ejected mom, partially crushing her from the waist down. I remember not understanding what happened, even though I saw it all."

He remembered every gory detail of it. His dad splattered all over the car. His mom's screams for help. All the while, he dangling upside down with barely a broken bone. "Mom was paralyzed, as you could imagine, and wasn't the same after. She spent years in the hospital before finally passing away," he said finally, like it had been a relief.

His mom had suffered for so long that he just hated to see her in pain. Being a kid who had to sit through and watch that... It traumatized him. "I guess everything else is just a distraction."

Megura gave him a slow nod. She understood how it felt to be useless. She resonated with him more in regards to his mother's death than anything else.

She almost sighed again, really attempting to focus, but refrained. "I'm not going to say we're the same, but-" She paused. "I understand how it feels to lose a parent." She stepped up beside him and admired the photos before he left to get her water.

Her gaze followed the walls till she was staring softly at him in the dim moonlit kitchen. She reached for the glass in his hand and push his hand to the counter till she got him to set it down. She was trying to study his face to get a clue on the meaning behind that blank expression on his face. "If you want, I can tell you a bit about myself since you were willing to share something like this with me," she told him slowly.

"Alright," he said rather rigidly. He tried to give off the appearance that he was calm, cool and collected. As if he didn't feel anything at all about it, but in reality he happened to just have a lot of practice not breaking down in front of others.

She felt nervous at how he stared at her. Megura licked her lips, thinning them as she pressed them together tightly and raised her hand up over his eyes. "Just close your eyes." She breathed the words out slowly.

"If you can, just imagine an old castle," she breathed a short laugh. His lips were cute how they held firm to his lack of visible emotions. She tried to keep her focus though and instead directed her eyes up to the crest of his hair. She wondered just how much he felt comfortable with her. "It had high archways that connected over the tops of the doorways. It was a rather new style of architecture for our time in Scotland. And at the time... My father was- well, he was Japanese. It's a long story how he got there." She smirked, laughing a bit. "But just imagine living in this big dusty brown castle. My mom's last name was Baxter." Her tone softening. "And she always wore the loveliest threads. Usually deep greens that always made her features look rosy. She used to play with me often when I was around five years old."

Her smile faded. "I think I was around fourteen..." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "And my mother had another fight with my grandfather and the council. They disapproved of my father being around me. So, you can imagine these young looking old geezers all standing around bickering over a black-haired man with brown eyes, complaining that a foreigner was going to teach their youngest heir about anything other than proper aristocracy." She laughed again at the thought of it.

"All because they wanted me to look to a man they meant my mother to marry as my father, instead of looking to my actual father. This guy, he was... Kind of creepy." She felt chills roll down her back. "Sometimes I assumed he had ill intentions from the way he talked, but my mom didn't make me spend much time around him. But I remember my mom was having a nasty argument with him."

She couldn't remember the argument well enough, but she remembered hearing a scream.

"I went down to the courtyard, because my maid asked me to leave for a bit while my mother talked with him. So I went out to the courtyard with one of the maid's daughters to play. I think I heard my mom scream and everyone started running inside to the West wing." She felt the pit in her stomach become tight. "Before I got the chance to go inside, I heard a door slam open. It was my mother's balcony to her room."

Her chin quivered a bit. "She fell from the top balcony. I swore I heard someone say she 'jumped' but I couldn't remember how she fell. I just remember watching her fall from the balcony. She fell into the West Garden below yards away from where I was playing." She paused. "They wouldn't let me see her, but I overheard from the workers it was so terrible that my grandfather had them dig up the garden and replant it to hide the place she fell."

She stiffened at that. "Then my grandfather got angry every time he saw me. He'd go into a rage and turn the castle upside to find my father, then scream at him that the council ought to get rid of him. That it was his fault. It wasn't long after before everyone began talking about me behind my back." She felt kind of pissed. "They kept saying things like 'the next one will be better' or 'it was better to breed me out of the line' but my dad was smart enough to take us and leave."

"We took a few ships and travelled down the continent. It definitely took a while since my father was unfamiliar with most of the land. I think at one point we even sailed over to the new land that they call America. Then we finally came back to his home in Japan. He said this was our home. He just didn't know how to return to it. I think a part of him was ashamed, really. Of what he'd become. What all that happened. And when I look back on it, he really didn't fit in when he came here. I don't think I did much either, but I can't help it but I think it's been nearly six hundred years now."

Six hundred years old. The history she must have seen. He didn't understand how people could be so cruel. He looked up at her. "What's your birthday?" he asked. It seemed an oddly out-of-place question, but he wanted to know.

Megura laughed at him. "Birthday? Well, from my time- Mmm," she thought about it. "I guess it'd be sometime around late August, I think. I was born before winter started."

He nodded. His mother's birthday was in August. He stretched then and popped his neck. "I thought vampires were only made, not born."

"My mother gave birth to me," she commented slowly. "She was pregnant for- I think I heard some say nearly three years." She looked down. "But no two vampire's births are the same. I've heard mothers have carried for almost two decades, but that's just speculation." she paused. "Though, it's fairly hard from what I heard."

She laughed a little at the thought. "I think had she not loved my father, she would have definitely torn his throat out. When I was a teenager, I only ate some food, but I mostly drank blood from my mother. It took a long time for me to mature, but I remember when I first ate, I got to go out hunting with my cousins in the woods nearby. We'd catch villagers out late and lure them into the forest. Sometimes we accidentally turned them." She coughed, looking down.

Those mistakes were probably the few times she remembered her mother's words best. She was glad she never turned anyone, but her cousins had less consideration. "Anyone who was turned on accident was taken in by my family. They would throw them in pits to do battle while starving from being freshly turned. The victor would then get dusted in the morning sun for sport if anyone caught them cheating, but otherwise they continued to battle new vampires for as long as they lived... Often times they would wear the flesh of the losers if they were strong. It was," she paused. "Very barbaric. That's exactly why I don't like scars and tattoos," she told him.

He understood it now and nodded. He figured tattoo's were just art. A way to keep something on you at all times. "I understand. Though I can't agree with you, I understand." He looked at his left arm. "To me it's- Mine. Something that can't be taken from me. I'll have them forever." To cover up the scars. But he didn't say that aloud. The piercings were different. Maybe it was his sick form of therapy. Cause a certain pain to forget another.

She looked at him, like he didn't get it. "It was tattooed skin that they typically tore off," she told him, slowly. "It helped mark who died. Sailors, slaves..." She shook her head. "If you had clean skin, you died with pride. No one would skin you because there was no way to prove it was you. It saved what dignity those men had and let them go without being remembered as a prize." She commented, curling a lip at the idea of it.

"You probably won't understand it unless you see it." She picked up the glass of water and drank what she wanted of it before setting the glass down. She stared past him through the kitchen window and out into the street. "Obviously times are different now. To you, I probably just sound like I'm set in my ways, but I really felt bad for anyone who had to go through that." They almost threw her father in that forsaken place.

He thought about it. Was it without dignity, really? They were dead. Did they need it? Those who had their tattoos taken and worn as a badge, they were the ones being remembered though. The others easily forgotten because they had nothing. He figured if in that situation he'd be the one with the badges, maybe she saw that too and that worried her. Or maybe it was that someone might wear him. He watched her. "Why do you stay around me if it bothers you?" he asked her.

Megura drew in a long breath looking up before shaking her head. "I never said being human didn't bother me either. What do you want from me?" she asked, looking at him. "A medal? I was never human, Shouji. It's only natural, living as long as I have that a lot of things make me uncomfortable." She told him. She'd seen a lot. "I don't hold it against you, I just can't help that. It's a natural distaste to my culture. I was raised that way."

She stared at the glass. "It's hard to wrap your mind around why things are the way they are. I'm sure you couldn't quite stomach a lot of things I do either. I don't expect you to not be disgusted or have an opposing opinion. You're a machine," she told him, but she wasn't entirely exempt from changing either.

"Let's not talk about it anymore," he said, looking down again. He bit his lip, trying to think of a different topic that didn't involve the dead either.

She didn't really push it, stepping away as she walked back to the table and sat down. Megura let him have it his way. It didn't matter. What conversation could they have they she hadn't had already with many others? She placed her head down on the table, folding her arms under her head first. She wasn't sure how he didn't find it abhorrent that someone wore another like a prize. But she couldn't entirely wrap her mind around his style of body art.

"Then what more do you have to say?" She shifted her head so she could stare at the kitchen wall, letting her hair slide over her shoulder. "You don't want to talk about what we may or may not have in common?" They were two separate entities. It excited her to talk to him, to hear his voice and his thoughts, but she knew they contradicted.

She cringed, her head throbbing again, and she breathed in and out coolly, trying to keep her mind going.

"Do you want me to say the obvious then?" he asked her. "You are a six-hundred-year-old vampire and I'm a twenty-year-old human. I've lived a fraction of what you have and seen nothing but this city," he started. "I've also learned that everything that I am is against your culture. That is also not including that technically I'm your food." He took a deep breath and grabbed his side. "I can't care about all that really because I can't get you out of my head."

Megura closed her eyes, the throbbing coming back. She grabbed her head, groaning after he finished talking before lifting her head up to look at him. "Yeah, so what? My mom was well over my age when she stuck with my dad, who was probably younger than you. People change. That's why you get to know people. It isn't easy. I didn't say I'd conform overnight to tattoos and piercings."

She sat up, pushing the chair back, her head throbbing as she walked closer. "God, Shouji," she growled, not really frustrated with him, but just kind of fed up with herself. The struggle of trying to get that nagging sensation to go away was only growing stronger. "It's not just about drinking blood. It's not. You make it sound like you're inferior to me! I hate that! Don't talk like that. It fucking pisses me off." She winced, grabbing her head as she felt that warmth rise. Her teeth were practically throbbing. Ugh, this hangover!

So she wanted him. She wanted this to work. He needed to know that. He stepped up to her and and grabbed her wrist. He figured she needed blood from the way she was avoiding him and grabbing her head. "Megura," he said, reaching to touch her face. "Just do it."

Megura gasped and flung her head up, snarling at him, "STOP!" she barked, her fangs long and sharp. They gleamed like two razor sharp needles beneath her lips. She flung herself back, grabbing her head, squirming to push it back down. "I'm fucking fine. I've got it. Just.... Just let me get a hold of myself. I'm fucking fine," she growled.

She turned her head away from him, smacking it against the wall as her hair flopped over her shoulders. She opened her eyes, feeling her throat tight as she let out a rattled wheeze and she stared into the dark hallway.

She closed her mouth, clamping her teeth down over her lip before she squeezed her eyes shut. Seeing him offer made it so much harder to resist the temptation roaring back up.

Megura whimpered, wishing he hadn't offered but wishing he did. God, it was so hard to choose, but she was afraid if she bit him, she'd never let go. She'd never been so infatuated with someone, with drinking their blood. She'd never craved someone's blood so terribly.

"You're not!" he snapped back at her, not afraid. He grabbed her hands and pushed his hand up against the wall. He wouldn't let her run away again. "I trust you," he told her. He was worried she was going to hurt herself more than him at this point. His heart hammered in his chest at her closeness, and he pulled one hand from the wall to grab her chin. Before she could even protest him, Shouji leaned in then kissed her more passionately than he had before.

She struggled, shaking before their lips met. The scent. The beat of his heart. Everything had her pushing him back from the wall.

Desire made her break free of her struggle. The taste of him made her relax.

Everything seemed to fall right into place at that first kiss.

She broke the kiss first and her lips brushed his cheek before touching his ear and then down his neck closer to his shoulder where she peeled back the neck of his shirt and parted her lips. The next bit was the most satisfying thing she'd had in the world. Nothing could compare with this.

She sagged against Shouji, letting her arms wrap around him tightly, but slowly loosen enough to be a warm embrace. Large mouthfuls of blood coated her tongue, making her shiver in pleasure.

She eagerly licked up the escaping drops quickly before closing her lips over the bite again. Though, she didn't need her fangs draw more blood out, but she eagerly sucked on the place she bit, leaving a mixture of a hickey and bite mark.

She hardly noticed that she'd knocked him to the floor with her. She wrapped herself around him like a snake enraptured in the intense prospect of a sudden meal.

Shouji stared up at the ceiling, before closing his eyes as she kissed his neck again. He inhaled sharply as she sucked on the bite, but he would not deny that it attracted him to the pain. "Ngh-" He grunted as he wrapped his arms around her and gave in to the .

Megura whimpered at the taste, taking in each breath. Her back somewhat arched as she pulled away to lick the wound closed and moved up higher. She bit down again, chills vibrating through her body at the pop of his skin from her fangs. It was like sinking her fangs into the juiciest meat and she couldn't help but savor it.

She sucked the blood up quickly, and with a little more pressure, sure enough to leave another hickey before she sealed the second bite. She continued to kiss his throat, praising the skin that held this well savored flesh.

She drew in deep breaths, all while marking him up and down his neck, shoulder and chest with more small raspberries. She couldn't help it when she shuddered, it flushed her face with warm hues of red when she felt how much power she had over him being under her. The feeling reminded her of a lion cuddling her prey after lightly playing with it.

Megura hugged him, snuggling herself against him as she laid her head on his chest despite still puffing heavy breaths as she tried to settle down. "Mm!" She whined sharply. He really let her get away with so much. It was hard not to let it get to her head.

He let her bite him repeatedly, seeing she was in ecstasy. When she finally stopped to sit up, he let her straddle him as he raised a hand to cup her face. It was much better seeing her like this than struggling and hurting. He traced his thumb across her lips, wiping some blood off but she was quick, snatching up his hand in her own to lick the blood from his fingertips. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist, but he wanted her. He leaned up and kissed her deeply. The taste of his blood was still very much there as he forced his tongue in her mouth.

She let her tongue roll back, letting him feel empowered. She let him take in the feeling of her as she fought lightly to tease him, trying to goad more from him.

Megura took his hand and guided it below her throat then down to her chest. She squeezed his hand excitedly before letting it go. When he gave her a playful squeeze, she laughed between their kiss and nicked his tongue along her fangs. She captured his lower lip, not letting him pull back as she licked the wounds closed till she felt his finger pinch to tip of her nipple.

"Ah!" She squirmed but pressed closer against him before she yanked herself away. She could feel his hands grab for her, trying to draw her back as she grazed his neck with her lips again and then nibbled down his shoulder as her right hand searched for his left hand.

When she got ahold of his hand, she entangled their fingers, kissing back up his neck till she drew herself away and kissed from the base of his elbow up to his wrist and softly bit down.

Shouji's groaned in response. He thought she was going to bite his neck or shoulder again, but he opened his eyes to see her bite into his wrist. He felt the pop of his skin as the blood rushed into her mouth. She really was a vampire, wasn't she?

His mind excitedly begged him to continue, and he did. He wrapped his other arm around her, picking them both up before turning her over on her back. Her hair sprawled out around her as he watched her eyes flutter shut, but his breathing hitched at the sight of her.

How could he let this being escape him? Shouji's mind lingered elsewhere, distracted by her legs wrapping around him and the sweet smell that resonated off her. He couldn't help but stare down at her as she greedily held his wrist to her mouth, and he wondered if she was somewhere else within her place of hunger to enjoy this all.

Shouji let his other hand lightly graze across the barely exposed skin of her stomach before lowering his hand even more. He breathed out, wondering if she'd notice as he expertly undid her pants with a flick of a finger before sliding his hand down between her legs.

There was a light pinch as her teeth tightened on his wrist before she abruptly let go. He smirked, watching her try to concentrate between pleasure of him or pleasure of food. She whined when he flicked his finger up, despite the pain throbbing from his wrist. He would not stop because of it.

"Shouji-" She whined as he grabbed her other hand, pinning it above her head.

Blood dripped down his arm to the floor as he stared at her, and he tried to keep his grip of her hand. It was a lot harder than he could manage though between the blood and pain resonating, but he just couldn't stop himself. She didn't sound like she was ready for him to stop either, and he pressed his hips against her as he lowered his head to her neck's nape.

Her leg kicked out as she weakly struggled to sit still under him. "N-nnn!" She wheezed, panting between rigid breaths. "Shouji- Shouji please don't-" She groaned, arching her back as she rolled her eyes before closing them. She could feel his lips against her neck as the room spun beneath her, and she tried to keep her composure till she felt him teasingly bite her.

Megura tightened her legs around him, growling. "Don't tease me!" She felt frustrated, almost. How long would he make her wait?

Almost without delay, Shouji smiled as he felt her tighten around his fingers with her orgasm. He pulled his fingers out. Then he sat up and pulled her pants off completely. He stared in awe at her a moment, seeing her pants and underwear gone aroused him. The way her eyes glowed red dimly in the low light as he stared down at the half removed, mangled undergarments beneath her shirt that were hurriedly shoved up and out of their way.

At this moment, he couldn't think of anyone more perfect than her. He didn't let her close her legs. He wouldn't let her pull away when he watched the colors that deepened in her cheeks, and he kissed her before she could voice a word of fear about herself. He wouldn't let her feel timid about her body or about what she was.

He was strange enough, but he didn't realize how she noticed how he embraced partaking in both pain and pleasure.

She could tell he was smart, sneaky, and conniving to her conviction to restrain herself. Her mind tried to fathom how he'd gotten her here, on his kitchen floor, half naked and drooling over everything that was him....

"What?" He whispered in her ear softly, kissing her cheek as he laid back on top of her. She snaked her hand free despite the blood that was dripping over it to turn his face to hers so she could kiss him.

She didn't open her mouth for fear of sounding more and more like a sex crazed beast than anything at all. She was embarrassed by how much she hungered for him because out of all the times she'd had sex, this had been by far, the first time anyone had taken advantage of her.

She had been particular in that she let no one have power over her to feed their own desire first, but she couldn't be bothered enough to do that here. "What are you going to do?" She whispered, biting his lower lip before she let him pull away. When his lip snapped back, she whined and pined for him to come back.

Shouji stared at her, sitting up before raising one of her legs. "Enjoying you." He kissed her calf all the way to her thigh but stopped there near her center. When he heard her gasp, he knew he had her hooked so he let go so he could pull his shirt off then.

Megura stared at him, watching him take his shirt off, and she stared in awe at the tattoos that riddled his body except his chest and stomach. She chewed at her lip, knowing that he wasn't overly fit, but he was lean and muscular in other places that made him seem like an average adult. She leaned up as his hand flicked the clasp of her bra open and their lips met again.

How did he manage to procure her? He asked himself as he pulled her remaining clothes off. He bent down over her chest, capturing her nipple in his mouth as he removed his pants in the same moment. He'd been throbbing since she'd bitten his wrist.

She hadn't uttered a word since he undressed. Megura had attempted to draw warmth from his body instead, wrapping her legs around him to leech off the very human warmth he gave off. It was hard not to with her naked body against the cold white tile floor.

"Don't let go." She whispered to him, shocked by her own neediness.

It was bizarre, imaging how they were about to mark a moment in time here, on the floor of the kitchen. Her mind wandered to the images on the wall and she wondered if they were watching this all. Watching him and a twist of pain formed in her stomach, but it didn't stop her from continuing on.

Her mind almost kept going, twisting off the path of pleasure till he brought her back to reality with a twinge of foreign delight that made her jerk up, gasping when he fondled her nipple with her tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut and she couldn't help the first moan that reverberated through the kitchen. "Shouji!" She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him close. She had been touched, groped, fucked, but she had noticed no one who quite like this....

Shouji shivered as she cried his name. He lifted up a little, but not enough that her arms would strain around his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss her again, parting her lips and letting his tongue lap at hers. There was still a faint taste of blood. He pushed into her then and held his breath with how amazing she felt. He reached down to pull one of her legs up a little as he thrust.

Her arms tightened around him and she felt the strain of him against her as he slid inside her. When he finished sliding in, she felt his hand grab her leg as he thrust into her. She clawed at the tile, gasping again before biting her lip to refrain from crying out.

Nothing had felt this good to her in a long time, and before she could think of anything past that she felt his mouth to her's again. Shouji had occupied her in so many ways she couldn't keep her mind straight.

The attention jumping from one point to another when finally it just hit her the right way and she was wrapping her arms and free leg around him. The tile was uncomfortable, but she was constantly reminded how good it felt to have him push in and pull out again.

He continued and only got harder as she wrapped herself around him. He pulled away from their kiss and was breathing heavy. He grunted with pleasure got faster. He wouldn't last much longer. "I-I'm-" He moaned feeling her warmth around him. Fuck.

She could hear him moan something, but her ears were ringing as the sound of his heartbeat sent rhythms of noise throughout her. She was completely in sync with him, feeling him rise up till her own body meant in response. She squeezed his tighter, her arms loosening, readying for him to finish as she closed her eyes, anticipating it.

"Ngh-" he gasped and jerked as he released. His grip on her tightened until he finished and he suddenly lost all strength. He fell a little, but used one arm to brace himself so he didn't fall on her. His heart was beating so fast and his breathing was so irregular.

Her whimper was cast beneath his grunt as the pass of his latest thrust finished the entirety of their moment. She felt her legs drop slowly in exhaust and she let in a few hard breathes behind his, "Mm..... Mmmnnn.... How do you feel?" She asked, opening her eyes slowly as she caressed his cheek.

Shouji looked at her when she touched his cheek and took a deep breath. "..." He breathed a laugh then, closing his eyes to just enjoy her touch. "Pretty good." He had been completely lost in the moment that he hadn't realized he had taken her on the floor of his kitchen. He didn't care much, but he couldn't have at least taken her to bed. "You?" He asked still trying to catch his breath a little.

"Cold," she laughed, "Kinda... But pretty amazing." She sighed, her face forming into a more relaxed smile. She felt high with energy and her head hurt less, a lot less, "I've never fucked on a kitchen floor," she snorted, rolling her eyes, "But I'll let it slide." She chewed her lip before leaning up enough to kiss him lightly.

He smiled and kissed her back. He couldn't let it happen again. He sat up then bringing her with him. He reached up to smooth her hair back. "Are you tired?" he asked her.

She looked around at the mess of blood and clothes, "Your kitchen got fucked," she commented slowly, looking at his wrist. She couldn't bare to drink more, she was so full... But she gently took his wrist back to her lips and kissed it before lightly licking the wound shut. She didn't want to comment on how much she bit him up, but it was obvious.... by the red marks and the tiny yet puffy bite marks.... that she'd clearly ravaged and marked her territory. She looked away, "i'm not tired. It's mid day for me," she breathed.

He couldn't watch her. He felt his wrist heal and he opened his eyes to look around. "I should probably clean this up before Sora sees." He sighed and grabbed her then to pull her up with him. He felt like his legs could give soon. He was pretty exhausted and she hadn't had a whole lot of his blood, but enough to leave him a little dizzy after their moment. He buttoned his pants back and grabbed his shirt from the floor to pull it over her head. Maybe now she wouldn't be so cold. His shirt was pretty baggy on her.

She stood with him, feeling her legs close together as she closed her eyes while he pulled the shirt over her head. It was cut how she scrunched her nose, squinting her eyes shut tightly as he adjusted the shirt around her neck. She pulled her arms through the hole and kind of looked down at it. It was a slender kind of shirt, baggy on her, but only because he was slightly larger than her, but she wasn't exactly skinny. She was well rounded, slightly chubby, with thick thighs and... Despite her better efforts, a small heartshaped ass. She grabbed the cusp of the shirt and pulled it down over herself before looking back up at him, her boobs starkly pushing out against the taught shirt. "Did I take too much?" She asked, kind of concerned now.

He looked at her. It was pretty hot seeing her like that. "No, I don't think so. I think I'm just not used to it." He said. He stepped back to pick up the clothes and really noticed the blood on the floor. The white floor. He sighed.

She chewed at her lip again and kind of stepped back out of the way. When he reached for the clothes she quickly snatched up her bra and underwear, stuffing them down her shirt. "Don't look!" She started, kind of suddenly embarrassed. She was pretty sure those were her blue and white striped pair with the red ribbon. Not sexy.... Totally not. She sighed, kind of chewing her lip more, a little harder. Why did this get her going again? Why the hell was she so nervous? "I'm..... uh.... going to go put my underwear on. And wash my face if I find your bathroom." She mumbled, walking out into the hall. Why did she have to shove her undergarments down her shirt?! Ugh, stupid. She rolled her eyes.

He smiled and kind of laughed to himself. "Second door on the left. Next to my room." He said. He went and set off to clean the kitchen. There wasn't too much blood so it didn't take long to clean up. The smell of Bleach was mild. Maybe Sora wouldn't notice.

When she followed his directions, she opened the door to the bathroom. First thing on her mind was washing her face. Next came her hair, which she damped down and slicked back behind her ears. She parted her bangs and finally slipped on her bra and underwear beneath the shirt before stepping out. She felt chill, but her heartbeat quickened at the thought of Shouji walked out of the kitchen, seeing her in his shirt again. That look in his eyes..... And a part of her melted. Shut up. She smacked her face lightly, "I lied," she hollered, commenting on his question earlier. "I'm.... actually pretty tired." She told him.

He had finished and washed his hands. He walked out of the kitchen turning the light out. He walked towards her and opened his bedroom door. "Let's lay down." He said walking in. He brushed his fingers through his hair and laid down on the bed finally.

Megura nodded, stepping over to the bed as he laid down and she was hesitant, but sat down next to him. "Are you tired too?" She asked, giving a fanged yawn.

He rolled onto his side and kind of curled up. "Mm," he answered between half asleep and awake.

Megura finally decided to just lay down next to him. She kind of couldn't really fight with herself right now, it was so late... And she felt her eyelids close. When he curled up, she had laid next to him, her back to him and her face to the window. She closed her eyes, and within minutes was gone. Her body was still as a statue and she didn't move, didn't breathe. Almost as if she had never done so before....

He was so out of it he barely felt her lay next to him. He slept peacefully, though.