Due to Goldberry for introducing me to the wonderful world of Blood Plus. As we can see, if I had to be introduced to it, there's no way that I could have come up with it or even own it. So please, no suing.

Light-R rating.

In Her Eyes

He watches as he surrenders himself without struggle.

It is as natural as the bowing of leaves to the wind: they trail willingly as if they were meant to bend all along.

She pushes off his jacket and then his shirt; her hands wander to the waistband of his slacks. Her eyes are as red as the blood he has offered her and he follows her lead when she kisses him. A snap of the wrist –or maybe cloth –and the binding on his arm comes off. It feels odd, as if he should be fighting when this happens, ready to pierce through someone's heart or defend against an oncoming attack.

Instead he watches as she pulls the binding completely off, a messy pool at his feet, his hand coming to rest on her waist.

She's too small, too innocent looking.

She's too strong and uncontrollable.

He follows her cue again when her lips press against his.

Press, part, taste, release.

Repeat.

She moves to his throat and seems to have forgotten about his pants. Her hands have come up to his shoulders, holding him in place. He tilts his head to help her and feels the edge of her teeth. It's nip and scrape: down, down, down, until she's nearing the collarbone and the skin finally breaks.

She drinks.

Suddenly the pants are not forgotten or anything underneath. His vision is filled with a vast blankness, which he ultimately recognizes as the ceiling, and he feels her weight on his hips, hands busy.

Her rhythm is not gentle or coherent, he expects that at any moment she'll begin to shudder in satisfaction or growl in frustration and try something different. She is rushed and agitated, she clenches at him desperately and breathes on him constantly.

Haji only looks on.

He watches as her body rises and falls, observing the synchronized pace of breath and hips.

He looks to the ceiling again.

And wonders how long until the passion drains from her eyes.