The Red Hunger | By : Starryeyedstar Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Three: The Other Green-Eyed Monster
This particular morning had a certain chill to it that was not unlike the night before, the mass of students whispered amongst themselves about the recent kidnappings and murders that had taken place on and around the college campus as they made their way to their morning classes in clusters. Because, the headmaster had suggested that any one student not go anywhere about campus without another person in light of the recent disappearances.
But, in the crowds of students, there was one girl who stood alone. Biting worriedly on her bottom lip as she stood outside the main school building, appearing to be waiting for someone. If the red haired girl waited any longer she would surely be late for her lecture, meaning she’d drop a letter grade in the class, but the person she was waiting for was more than worth it.
Heaving a sigh, the girl pulled out her phone, flipping it open to check her recent calls, “He always answers his phone…I don’t understand…” She muttered to herself, picking at her chapped lip as she frown at the phone. She had begun to worry that her dear friend could have ended up being one of those unluckily few who had been kidnapped…or worse…
…she didn’t want to think about the worse. Because, he couldn’t be…dead? Could he?
No. She was being paranoid…at least that’s what he would say, if he were here. She was always jumping to conclusions like that, thinking of the worst possible scenario when it really wasn’t even so.
But, she couldn’t help but to worry about him. He was special. They were special. Even though he had never really asked her out…but, he hadn’t ever asked anyone else out either. So, that had to count for something, right?
Even in high school everyone thought they would get together…but, it never happened. They had always been…friends.
The brown haired Sora glared at the sky, tempted to give it the finger for making it so damned cold out. But, then, he’d just look stupid. Well…stupider, since he was hobbling around with his foot wrapped up in an ace bandage after his little midnight tumble. He was in pain, tired, and so not in the mood for bull shit this morning.
He had one thing on his mind. One wonderful thing that was so close but yet so far. That nice warm bed waiting for him back in his dorm, the thought was so tempting that he was willing to skip classes for the day just to be tucked away in that nice warm bed. But, then he was afraid that he’d have that weird dream that he had last night.
Vampires…really? Please. The blond haired boy was nothing more than a figment of his imagine, brought about by that nasty fall and Sora’s apparent lack of sleep. Yeah…that’s all ‘Roxas’ was.
He was so out of it last night that he didn’t even remember to return his best friend’s phone call; which was something that just wasn’t done. Kairi would chew his ear off, for sure.
Amidst the brunettes and the blondes of the college, Sora was able to find Kairi easily. Her bright red haired was a dead give away, after all. That and she had an eccentric white and hot pink messenger bag that couldn’t be easily missed.
Sora was simply set on getting to class without his twisted ankle turning into a broken one, “Oh! Kairi!” He cried out, waving one of his arms madly, nearly losing his balance.
The girl blinked hearing her name she looked up to see her best friend hobbling towards her, “Oh my gosh! What happened, Sora?” She asked, her voice laced with concern as she made her way over to the brunet.
Sora stared at the girl for a moment. “I -uh- tripped?” He replied slowing, hoping the girl wouldn’t prod him to find out more, “Twisted my ankle coming home from the library, didn’t see that crack in the cement.”
“Geez….Sora, I knew you were clumsy,” Kairi muttered, shaking her head as she grabbed his arm, putting it around her neck, “But, I didn’t think you were that clumsy.”
Sora laughed sheepishly, scratching his head with his free hand as the pair began to slowly walk towards the building, “It was dark…and I wasn’t paying attention…”
Kairi rolled her eyes, reaching out to open the door as they reached it, “For some reason that doesn’t surprise me…” She said, mostly to herself.
“Please…let me.” A voice intervened smoothly, a hand reaching out to hold the door open for the pair. The voice belonged to none other than the blond vampire Sora had met the night before; Roxas. The blond eyed the two in a rather nonchalant fashion, although his curiosity had been poked at. Who was this Kairi? And, what was she to Sora? And, why in the hell did it matter to him?! Oh…that’s right…past lover…tch…
Sora’s eyes widened dramatically, “Shit!” He squeaked, losing his balance momentarily before clutching onto Kairi, “It wasn’t a dream!” He cried, hanging onto the red haired girl.
“What wasn’t a dream?” Kairi blurted out, trying not to let the weight of the brunet pull them both to the ground as her gaze fell on Roxas. He had to have been new. Kairi hadn’t seen him around before and she was apart of the Welcoming Committee.
“It wasn’t. We met last night, remember?” Roxas replied, a single blond eyebrow arched delicately as he looked over to the paling brunet. Had Sora tried to deny to himself that he had ever met Roxas? Well, that stung. Just a little. And, Roxas knew why.
…Damn past life and its stupid feelings having to carry over…
The brunet heaved a sigh, frowning lightly before looking over to his red haired friend, “Don’t worry about it, Kai. It was nothing.” He said, laughing nervously as he regained his balance, “Kairi, this is Roxas. Roxas, this is Kairi.” He said, finding it to be the polite thing to do.
A silence passed between the two. Each seemed to be staring the other down, sizing each other out before a stiff, “Hi.” left both of their lips. If Sora knew any better, he could detect traces of hostility in each of their voices.
Sora looked between the two before Kairi tugged him through the door, “Come on, we don’t want to be late.” She said, giving Roxas a sickly sweet smile before walking through the door at a quicker pace than Sora was able to handle at this point.
Roxas laid a hand of the brunet’s shoulder, “I’ll take you to the lecture hall.”
Before Sora could even answer the vampire, Kairi spoke for him, “You don’t even know where the room is!” The girl insisted semi politely with a smile, “I’ll take him.”
“Well, I pretty much owe Sora, since it was technically my fault he hurt himself in the first place.” Roxas retorted, squeezing Sora’s shoulder slightly as he spoke, “Besides, I could ask him for the room number.”
Kairi opened her mouth to resist, but Sora spoke first, “It’d probably be easier if he helped me, Kairi…” He pointed out softly, looking over at the girl, “But, we’ll follow you since I’m going to the same lecture hall as you.”
The red haired girl’s mouth dropped, before a forlorn look passed over her features, sighing heavily she replied, “Oh, I suppose you’re right. It wouldn’t do if both of us were hurt.” She said, helping Sora into the blond’s arms.
Silence passed over the trio as they set off down the hallway, but Kairi, who was determined to learn more about this blond haired boy that stole Sora’s attention from her, “Are you new here, Roxas?” She asked, her jealously masked by her sweet voice.
“Yeah. I registered late.” The lies, the came out one after another. So smooth. The truth was that Roxas could care less about the college campus, but it served as his only means of seeing Sora on a somewhat daily basis since the other boy lived here.
Sora frowned lightly as he glanced over at the blond. He knew it was a lie, what the blond had said. Roxas was a vampire. But, he couldn’t very well tell Kairi that. It was a slim chance that she’d believe him.
“Oh? What’s your major?” The girl asked as the group made their way down the hallway, slowly.
“Art.” Was the nonchalant reply the red haired girl received from Roxas as he pulled Sora closer to him, leaning down to the brunet’s ear, “By the way, Sora, you never told me what your major is.”
“English. Sora’s major is English.” Kairi said in a shrill voice, “And, aren’t you late for your classes, Roxas? One of my friends is an art major too and I have it on good authority…her authority… that the professor doesn’t approve of tardiness.”
Sora’s eyes widened slightly when Kairi asked this question. He knew of the friend Kairi spoke of; Selphie often complained about the points knocked off of her assignments when she was late to her morning art lessons. He waited for the next lie to come from the vampire…but, not a word was spoken.
“Y-you know…I suddenly don’t feel all that well.” Sora all but blurted out.
Both heads snapped to him. Roxas giving him a sly amused look while Kairi sent him a questioning one, “Do you want to go back to your dorm?” Roxas asked, hardly able to keep the grin off of his face.
“But, Sora!” Kairi gasped, “You never missed class before! You’ve came to school with everything from a fever to a broken leg!”
“My ankle is really bothering me…I don’t think I could make it through class.” Sora said. It wasn’t all a lie, really. His ankle really did hurt and he really didn’t think he could stay awake through class.
The girl heaved a great sigh, “Maybe you should go see the campus nurse…I could take you if you wanted.” She said.
Sora shook his head, “No, I should be fine with some rest.” He said, giving the girl a smile, “But, could you let me copy your notes for today’s lecture?”
“Of course.” Kairi agreed with a nod, “But, how will you get back to your dorm…?”
Roxas snorted softly, “I’d be more than happy to take him, his dorm building is on the way to the art building after all.” He said, burying a great bout of laughter deep within him as he glanced at the brunet he held against him.
Kairi frowned lightly, looking in between the two boys. She couldn’t stop the jealousy welling up within her, there was no cause for it. Sora had only met this Roxas…and, well, Sora wasn’t gay. But, she still felt the biting teeth of jealously seep into her veins as she slowly gave the pair a nod, “Alright…I’ll come by during lunch to give you the notes, alright?” She said, “Get some rest, Sora.”
Sora beamed, before pressing a kiss to the girl’s cheek (much to Roxas’ dismay), “You’re the best, Kai!” He said before he turned to Roxas, “We’d better leave now before you’re late for your class.”
Roxas gave the brunet a nod, “Right you are, Sora.” He said, turning to Kairi, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Kairi.” He said, giving the girl a smirk.
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“Who’s Kairi?”
Sora blinked, looking over at the blond haired boy he currently had an arm around, “What do you mean…you just met her.” He answered as the pair trudged along the sidewalk in the court yard, oddly enough the place where they first met.
Back when Sora was a meal and nothing more.
“Who is she to you?” Roxas asked, a little more specific this time.
The brunet nodded slowly, looking back in front of him, “Well, she is my best friend. She has been since we were children.” He answered.
The blond vampire slowly nodded, “So…that’s all she is to you? A friend?”
Sora looked back over at the blond, frowning lightly. He would almost swear it was jealousy that he heard in Roxas’ voice, “Yes, even though she wants us to be more.” He said after a moment.
“But, you don’t want that…?” Roxas asked slowly, sneaking a glance at the brunet he held.
“No! I’m not into girls and I’ve told her that a million times.” Sora replied with a sigh, “It just never gets through. She sees what she wants and believes what’s already implanted in her head.”
Roxas lifted an eyebrow, “Why do you say that.”
“Everyone just knew we were going to be together since our mothers were pregnant.” Sora said, “It’s destiny…in their eyes.”
“But, you make your own destiny…don’t you, Sora?”
Sora smiled softly, chuckling, “A man has a right to…” He said before sighing softly, “Our destiny is laid out before our feet the moment we are born. If Kairi and I were meant to be, then I wouldn’t have turned out gay.” The brunet pointed out. And, I wouldn’t have met you, either.
Roxas laughed softly as well, “I suppose you’re right. One cannot escape fate.” He said as they came up to Sora’s dorm building. Fate has been chasing me for centuries.
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A silence hung in the air as the pair walked up to Sora’s door, the brunet only pausing for a moment to pull out his key, “So…why didn’t you bite me last night?” He asked after unlocking his door.
A sigh left the blond vampire’s lips as his eyes drifted over to Sora, “Because I…” He started, running a hand through his hair as he stepped into the dorm room after Sora, shutting the door behind him, “There’s just something about you, Sora.” Roxas wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into the other, but not with the intent to kill. Chances are that after Roxas told him about the weird reincarnation thing, he’d avoid the vampire. It wouldn’t work…but, Sora could possibly try.
“Okay?” Sora said, giving Roxas an odd look as he set his school things on his desk, deciding to drop the topic for now. But, he’d so pick it up later because he was still slightly unsettled as to why he was still alive when both Roxas and the other vampire said he should be dead, “My roommate never came back last night, so you can stay, if you want.”
“…Is your roommate male or female?” Roxas asked in an off handed sort of way.
“Male, why?” Sora replied as he walked over to the small mini fridge, opening it before pulling out a bottled water.
“Just curious, that’s all.” Roxas replied, frowning lightly.
Marluxia had mentioned something about meeting someone at the club the night before last. Apparently, the sexual tension got the better of them and they went to a hotel. The brown haired vampire had mentioned that the person was a male and from the very same college as Sora. Obviously, one of them didn’t leave the hotel and it wasn’t the vampire. Though Marluxia hadn’t gotten away unscathed either, a swollen lip more than proved that. Except the elder vampire was reluctant to talk about how he had gotten it.
Sora slowly nodded as he walked into his little bathroom, grabbing a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet, “Oh.” He said before popping open the bottle, dropping two tiny pills onto his hand, “It’s really odd of him too, not to come back. He may fuck around a lot, but he always came back to the dorm for school and stuff.”
“Shit.” Roxas cursed softly. That had to have been the guy Marluxia was talking about.
Sora blinked, opening his water before taking the pills, “What?” He asked after swallowing.
“…it’s nothing…” Roxas replied after a moment, sitting on the bed opposite to Sora’s.
The brunet frowned lightly before climbing onto his own bed, fighting back a huge yawn, “Anyway, Sora…I want you to be careful.” The blond vampire said, his blue eyes locking on the boy before him, “How come?” Sora replied softly, rolling over to his side so he could look at the vampire as he laid down.
“The other vampires out there…they’re crazy about virgins. And, none of them will be as merciful as I have been.” Roxas replied quickly, “I like virgins as much as the next vampire, but I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Sora blushed softly at that, tugging on one of his spikes as he looked away from the other. After a moment, when he got his heated face under control, he looked back, “Why don’t you want anything to happen to me?” He asked softly, “I don’t understand…”
“…Sora…if another vampire bites you, it’ll mean certain death. You’ll just be another meal, another victim. And…you don’t deserve that.” Roxas said, frowning, just teetering on the edge of letting the entire story of reincarnation spill out and possibly freak the brunet out. Which was something Roxas did not want.
“Why? What’s so special about me?” Sora asked…no, pleaded. He needed to know. He needed to know why Roxas couldn’t…wouldn’t bite him. What was so special about him…?
Roxas sighed, looking away, “It’s crazy…” He murmured softly, “It’s so unbelievable that it makes sense.”
“What is?” Sora pleaded.
“We’re the reincarnations of past lovers…” Roxas started softly, his eyes drifting over to Sora’s, stiffing upon seeing the pleading look upon the brunet’s face, “…that were killed before they could truly express their love.”
Sora blinked, letting the information sink in as an awkward silence filled the room. That would…explain a lot. Why Sora felt like he could trust this vampire, even though he had every right not to. Why he felt so empty, lonely…and even unsettled when Roxas wasn’t around. And even why he kissed the blond back.
“…So, you’re telling me that we’re the reincarnations of lovers, who were torn apart before they could…love each other?” Sora said slowly, frowning lightly as he looked up at his vampire. It sounded like the plot out of a mushy romance novel.
“Apparently so.” Roxas replied, “Which is why I want you to be careful. My gut is telling me something’s going to happen…” He didn’t know what, but something was coming, and he felt like he wouldn’t like the outcome.
“Alright…I’ll be careful…”
--- --- ---
Roxas’ eyes roamed over the softly breathing form of the brown haired boy he had been stalking. He watched in amusement as the boy fought off sleep, but failed horribly, “If you’re going to fall asleep…I’ll go…” He said softly, barely able to contain the smirk he held inside. He knew that if the boy fell asleep, he’d be tempted to feed and it was unlikely that he’d be able to fight off his bloodlusts as he had done before.
“No! Wait!” Sora said, pushing himself into a sitting position, “I don’t want you to go…at least not yet…”
“Sora…I’m not going to watch you sleep.” Roxas replied in a flat tone, trying to keep himself in check but, finding it increasingly more difficult to do.
“I wasn’t going to sleep!” The brunet pouted, “Just because I skipped class doesn’t mean I want to sleep. Actually, I wanted to spend a little more time with you.”
Roxas was taken back by that momentarily, “Okay…” He said after a moment, “I suppose there’s no harm in that.”
Once again silence filled the room, and Sora could never stand a silence for any amount of time so he took it upon himself to shatter it to tiny little pieces, “So…if you’re a vampire…what are you outside during the day?” He asked, rolling over onto his stomach so he could look at the blond haired vampire across from him, “I thought vampires died in the day light…or is that just a myth…?”
“That’s just some retarded myth. It’s not that we die in the daylight, we just prefer the evening hours.” Roxas said with a soft snort, “You’re not going to see a vampire attack and feed during the day…that’s just asking for them to be caught.”
Sora slowly nodded, the silence starting to sneak back up in the dorm room, but before it could full establish it’s self, “How does a person become a vampire anyway?” He asked, “Is it like Interview with a Vampire…? Where you have to drink the Vampire’s blood? Or will the bite turn a person?”
“Well…” Roxas started off slowly, “You do have to drink the blood of a vampire to stay alive. Otherwise, depending on how deep the puncture wound is, the person could very well bleed to death. Or we drink until the person dies of blood loss.” He answered before arching an eyebrow, “Why are you asking?”
Sora shrugged before rolling over to his back to gaze at the ceiling for a moment, “Just curious, I suppose.” He said before grinning playfully, sitting up to look over at Roxas, “It’s not everyday you meet a vampire and live…right?”
“True…” Roxas replied softly, “Usually our victims are dead…or dying…”
“So, how old are you exactly?” Sora asked, not wanting to dwell on a vampire’s victim, because in reality he was meant to be one.
“Hm, well, I <i>died</i> when I was about your age, give or take a year…” Roxas replied, not exactly desiring to remember that particular moment in time, “But, if someone’s been keeping track, I’d say I’m about 500 years old.” He paused, a chuckle escaping his lips, “I’ve seen original copies of a lot of the literature you’re covering.”
Sora let out a soft snort at that, “Hell, the next time I have an English paper, I’ll use you instead of the library.”
“Right…” Was the reply he got, “Any other questions on your mind…?”
Sora shook his head slowly, “None that I can think of right now.” He replied before laying back across his head, resting his head on his folded arms.
“Fine.”
Silence flooded the room. And, for once, Sora made no move to break it. Not that Roxas minded, the blond leaned against the head against the wall behind the chair he had moved to before Sora and him started that little conversation. He folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe it; he had made conversation with his potential meal and the apparent reincarnation of his past lover.
After while, the vampire began to doze off. But, Sora, simply stared at the ceiling…thinking…which could turn out to be a very bad thing if he wasn’t careful. Right now, the brunet’s mind was stuck on the pervious kiss him and the dozing vampire had shared the night before.
He remembered how cold the blond’s lips were pressed against his own and vaguely he wondered if that was just a side effect from the cool night, or if that was just how Roxas was.
Roxas exhaled, still in his light daze. He had learned centuries ago through trail and error to keep his senses sharp…even in sleep. Despite having minuscule spats with Axel, he had learned from the elder vampire as well. One of the first things he learned from Axel was not to completely shut your senses down when you sleep, less you want a certain red head nibbling on the scars from the night you were turned.
The brunet pushed himself up after a moment, sighing heavily as his gaze strayed over to the blond haired vampire. His curiosity was slowly getting the better of him and he wanted nothing more than to see if the vampire still possessed that deathly chill from the night before.
He swung his legs over the side of his bed, not realizing that Roxas was very much in tune to his movements if not his intentions. Slowly the young brunet stood and almost automatically he approached the other…like a moth to a flame. Sora stopped just short of where Roxas was sitting, his eyes locked on the boy before him.
It had never really crossed his mind before, but, Roxas was actually quite attractive. He could see why it was so easy for the vampire to lure some unsuspecting victim into his clutches.
Sora couldn’t help himself as he stared at the vampire, it was like his hand had grow a mind of it’s own; reaching out for the sleeping blond before him. He cupped a pale cheek, frowning at the shocking temperature difference between the skin beneath his finger tips and the air around him.
“Is there something you’re feeling for…?”
A hand came up and wrapped around his wrist, Sora’s eyes drifted to that of Roxas’ now fully alert ones, “I was just curious.” Sora answered softly, his eyes drifting back down to those pale lips.
“What’s there to be curious about?” Roxas stated softly, looking into the other’s eyes intently, “When a person dies, they’re pale and cold. Vampires are nothing more than the living dead…I’ve had time to get used to it.”
His skin might have been cold to the touch, but at least he still retained his sense of touch…and that was all that mattered to Roxas; feeling a warm body curled against his own after a night of passionate sex (because it was never called lovemaking), feeling the warm blood sliding down his chin after a feeding, or the hesitant hand cupping his cheek so innocently.
“We, it’s not like I go around feelings up dead bodies.” Sora countered, his fingers brushing against the blond’s skin as he spoke, “And, I get the feeling that you’re the only vampire who’ll let me do this.”
“Anybody else would’ve attacked you long ago.” Roxas affirmed, his gaze never leaving Sora. Almost fighting not to get lost in the innocent depths of those crystal eyes that seemed so familiar to him.
Sora slowly nodded, his hand still on the vampire’s cheek, “You’re not planning to kill me…are you?” He asked softly.
“I…somehow I…don’t want to.” Roxas replied quietly, “You don’t deserve to be bitten or turned into a vampire.” But…you do belong to me. No one else can have you.
Silence remained between the two, both staring intently into each other’s eyes until Sora’s dropped to the other’s lips; remembering how the felt pressed against his own. So cold…but strangely warm and loving at the same time.
Before he could stop himself, Sora leaned closer to the vampire, hesitantly pressing his lips to the other’s. His eyes slipping closer as he neither deepened nor pulled away from the kiss.
Roxas was just about to ask Sora what he was doing when the boy’s lips pressed against his own, and he wasn’t one to pass up a golden opportunity such as this. He slowly kissed the other back; his hand releasing Sora’s wrist and running up the length of the brunet’s arm, finally resting behind his neck, buried in the soft hair there.
The darker half that resigned in the vampire told him that this was a fine opportunity to accomplish what he had set out to do one night ago…but, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. So, it became a test of his self control again. Fighting against the bloodlusts that scream at him to drain the boy dry. After all, a true virgin was so rare.
If Sora had any idea of the inner battle Roxas was currently facing, the brunet was sure he would have pulled away long ago. Then the blond felt a tiny minuscule nip on his bottom lip…but, he wasn’t so sure it was the best decision to open his mouth for the brunet’s searching tongue.
If Sora’s tongue was nicked by accident and bled, Roxas wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from feeding…if only a little. Finally, the sweet caresses of the brunet’s tongue overpowered Roxas’ better half and he opened his lips for the boy’s tongue, hardly able to contain the pleased moan when he felt the boy’s tongue brush against his own.
But, then, as soon as it had started, Sora was pulling away. His face brightly flushed and his eyes slightly glazed over, “M’sorry.” He slurred softly, the effects of the simple kiss still weighting heavily on him, “I was just curious.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Roxas replied, catching his breath. He didn’t give the other time to respond, for he leaned up to the boy and kissed him again; letting his tongue evade the other’s mouth as a shiver passed through his spine.
These feelings he was experiencing had to have been from the past life they had shared…they had to have been.
Sora was drowning. Slowly drowning as the vampire kissed him. He could feel the heat rushing to his face, surely making it flush more than it already was. A certain feeling welled up in his chest, taking up residence there.
This kiss. Right at this moment. It felt right. So horribly right that Sora was falling…falling so fast. His head and heart spinning. It was so strange, yet so comforting at the same time.
Something made Roxas want to keep going and claim the boy as his own, but the very same something was screaming at him to stop before he scared the boy away. He broke the kiss, pausing only to nip at the brunet’s swollen bottom lip (careful not to break the skin) before his lips reattached to his jaw line, sucking lightly as he pulled the boy closer, nearly in his lap by now as his lips drifted closer and closer to Sora’s pulse.
Then he smelt it. It hit him like a ton of bricks. That wonderful scent magnified by arousal. Virgin blood. Sweet, untainted virgin blood pumping behind a thin layer of skin. He wanted to taste it…no, he needed to taste it.
But, he wouldn’t kill Sora. Oh no, he’d mark him. Make it to where no other vampire could lay a claim over him without facing dire consequences. That’s when he opened his mouth, letting his tongue run along a particular spot on the side of the brunet’s neck rather slowly.
Roxas bared his fangs, letting them sink in just enough for blood to seep to the surface, but not deep enough to be life threatening. He pulled away, eying the bleeding wound with hunger, “It’s only a little…” He murmured, inches from Sora’s neck, “I’m not going to hurt you…”
He let his tongue lap over the pooling blood, Sora’s soft moan only serving to arouse him further. If he could…if Sora would let him…he’d…
“I should stop!” He said suddenly, raising up away from the brunet’s neck, his tongue peeking out to wipe away the blood that had gathered on his lips.
Sora’s eyes fluttered open, now heavily glazed over, “Y-you…you don’t have to.” He replied, his voice heavy with want.
“Yes…he does. Before he taints your blood and ruins it for the rest of us.”
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