Souji slowly crumbled to the ground, hands grasping tightly at locks of his own hair that was becoming pure white. The painful routine, that he hated to say he was used to at this point, was beginning again. A scream of agony escaped his throat.
Loud footsteps approached his room; he didn't even need to guess who it was. There was only one person who has been by his side since this all began.
"Okita!" Chizuru. The woman who he once found slightly annoying was the woman who was slowly crawling a way into his heart. She instantly was by his side, kneeling before him, with a look of panic. At times like this, she wasn't afraid to look him straight in the eye. Was it because he wasn't teasing her or because she truly cared? That was something he couldn't really figure out.
Ragged breaths, the tightness in his throat, sweat running down his face. It was almost too much. This bloodlust felt never-ending. The hiss of a katana being extracted from its hilt makes his head snap up to look at Chizuru, holding her unsheathed blade. Souji almost pounces on her, knowing what she's about to do since she has done it for him once before. She would cut the palm of her hand and let him lap up the blood before her wound would quickly heal itself.
However…
Souji's eyes widen as she slowly creates an opening in her neck. The scent of copper overflows his senses and the scent alone almost drives him insane. He hates this craving for blood, Chizuru's blood. He hates to do this to her, but he can't say no when she's offering herself to him.
With her back facing him, she pulls her hair out of the way so he has a perfect angle of her neck. She peers back over her shoulder, "Hurry," she whispers.
And with those words, his arms immediately wrap around her waist and pull her right up against his body. His mouth covers the area of the cut while his tongue, in an almost animalistic way, laps up the blood. Chizuru holds back a moan and her hands tightly hold onto her hakama.
Slowly his hair turned back to its normal dark brown color and his eyes turned back to its forest green color. This was the sign that his bloodlust had passed.
But he didn't stop.
He could let this go for a little longer, couldn't he? It's not like she was doing anything to stop him. His tongue tickled the side of her neck. He then began to suck and nip at a certain spot on her neck, creating a red mark. This time she couldn't suppress a moan any longer. She reached a hand back and grasped a handful of his hair. Souji smirked, she was enjoying this.
Slowly his hands crawled up her torso and cupped her breasts. He massaged them through her clothes, his thumbs teasing her nipples.
"Oh Okita…" Moaning his name breathlessly made him become aroused.
"Souji," He whispered hotly on her ear. "Call me Souji." He noticed how her ears became red and smirked. She hesitated before nodding in response.
"S-Souji…" His name was barely above a whisper. He accepted this attempt for now. She would be fluent in calling him by his first name by the end of the night.
While she was in a daze from all the pleasure, he took the initiative to slip her sleeves off her shoulders and exposing some bare skin. His lips hovered over the newly exposed skin, causing Chizuru to shiver. He pushed her clothing further down, all the way down to the start of her hakama.
"A fury like me still has human desires, Chizuru." He kisses his way up her shoulders to her ear where he begins to nibble. "Do you understand?"
"Share with me your desires."
And with that, he pounces on her.
A/N: Just wanted to say this is my first Hakuoki story and that I mainly wrote this for a dear friend of mine on the spot. Also sorry it's not longer, tried my best but this is where my brain stops working. xD Anyways thanks for reading!