A/N: So you can thank Charmkeeper for this lovely compailation of one-shots/drabble. She was the one that suggested that I put all of my future short stories into one big thing! But I seriously wanted to post something that you all didn't think that I was dead. I'm actually on vacation in Florida with my sisters, mom and grand parents. With the humidity and heat here I think that I'm as close to Hell as I'll ever be. Anyway enough about me, more about the story. I've chosen to do a fic based on prompts. I've come up with a few already (to include: Feeding, Beads and A Father's Love). Please know that I didn't think of stories for each prompt before I wrote them down in my little prompt bank, they just came to me even if they don't sound like it. If you have ANY suggestions for prompts then don't hesitate to shoot me a review with a prompt you'd like to see me tackle.

Prompt: Feeding- "There was nothing even remotely sexual about it..." Set during Infinity

Warnings: Ummm...Besides the obvious i.e. Yaoi (heavy foreplay but nothing passed that is explained), Swearing (But when is there not?), Darker Fai...? (Should that be a warning?) and the use of the name 'Kurogane' by Fai (It's Infinity I thought it was appropriate)

Promt 1: Feeding

Feeding off of Kurogane was the most disgusting thing I'd ever done. I can't possibly grasp why feeding was always depicted as some kind of super-sexual, dark, mysterious act that most often lead to fornication.

There was absolutely nothing sexual about depending on another human to sustain my life for me. What sort of existence was it if I lost my independence in the process? And if Kurogane ever tried to tell me that I wasn't dependent on him then I'd just glare at him and walk away. He doesn't know what it's like to have to live off of some one else, he can still eat normal food and live on that.

AND when I even looked tired or paler than 'usual' it was the same routine. Kurogane would grip my shoulder, arm, wrist whatever was closest to him, 'you need to feed' (God he needs a new catch phrase). I resist for a while, he slits his wrist and then I give in and feed.

What is so sexy about something so monotonous?!

"Mage," Kurogane barked from behind me. "You haven't fed today."

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away. Here comes predictability and as usual I didn't feel like taking part in such a vile act.

"Come on," he grabbed my hand in an almost delicate way. "You have to feed."

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "Feed."

I could feel his eyes screw up in confusion as I shook my head. He couldn't understand why I laughed but it's just as well I suppose.

"Stop acting like you're crazy and just drink," He started to reach for a blade.

My patience was thin, my nerves easily worked on. I didn't want his blood filling my head with its horribly sickly scent. Instinct told me that it would drive me crazy, even if I was half way there with Kurogane just in the same room as me. Though I doubt that had a thing to do with his blood.

I turned around and placed a hand on his shoulder and slammed into the wall directly behind him before he could grasp the blade he would have used to hand feed me. The force of his body against the wall was enough to knock the wind out of him. His breath came out all at once over my neck as I pressed into his body.

I supported my body on his, "I think you like this feeding thing more than I do."

I felt him try to move away from him so I pushed further into him (if that was at all possible) and gave him a cold hard look. Beneath my touch I could sense a shiver run through him. Was it because I was taking charge of the situation? Or did he feel threatened by my being aggressive?

"Feed. Drink. Feed," I breathed out as I ran one finger across his cheek. "If you want me to take your blood so badly, fine!"

I punctuated this statement in once swift motion. All at once I gripped the back of his neck and pierced the soft skin of his pulse. I heard Kurogane's breath catch for a second before it came back full force.

The moment his blood entered my mouth it was like my senses were put into overdrive. My hands started to shake against his neck and chest, bright bursts of color exploded just beyond my hand's grasp. I reinforced my grip on his neck, almost scratching the skin I touched. My other hand came up to his neck as I attempted to pull more of his intoxicating blood from his veins into my mouth.

I felt Kurogane's hand slip under my thigh and jerk it up to wrap around his waist. I nearly lost all of my senses when he started to massage my inner thigh. I knew that I had already taken too much blood today but damn did I want to keep drinking in his life.

I braced myself to pull away from his neck. Breathe. I took in one long drag of air and withdrew my fangs from Kurogane's neck. I inhaled the scent of his bronzed skin and his sweet blood, his scent as far as I was concerned. His scent twisted my stomach and patience passed the point of recognition.

My tongue traced the wounds I had created in the small space of time we just spent together. Instantly his skin began to stretch over the holes in his neck to heal it. But I wasn't too worried about closing his wound during that moment. No I was more focused on the fact that his grip on my thigh just increased the more I worked on his neck. I blew cold air on the area I just lapped at.

A shiver rolled over his spine and created goose bumps that I felt as one of my hands roved over his bare arms. I began to kiss a trail from the site of feeding up along his neck and across the expanse of his jaw line. Each kiss brought a more primitive sound from Kurogane. Each kiss brought me closer to the brink of insanity. There had to be a limit before any normal person cracked.

For Kurogane that limit was breeched when my teeth mercilessly teased at his ear lobe. A low animalistic growl was my only warning before he gripped my head and pulled my teeth away from his skin and began to attack the soft juncture of my neck and shoulder. His teeth bit down and pulled the skin into his mouth, over and over, not for one second bringing me displeasure.

I let out an unusual cry; muffled by my own control and broken by the way Kurogane continued to abuse my skin. He readjusted the hand on my thigh and then lifted my other leg to allow both to wrap completely around his lean waist. I hid my fingers among his thick dark locks and kissed him until we were both red and breathless.

Kurogane supported my body with one arm around my waist while the other was at the back of my head, twisting my hair around his long fingers. I groaned when his lips began to kiss the small triangle of exposed skin on my chest. He nipped but it seemed as though the aggression from earlier wasn't thundering quite as loudly in his veins. I tugged him up by his hair and gave him a fiery kiss that would surely turn us both into ashes.

He responded by starting to move towards the bedroom we shared (much to my distaste). Maybe the journey wasn't that graceful but it was funny to be a part of. First he nearly had us both tumble over the low standing couch in the living room. Then he bruised my back by running me into a corner in the wall. I grimaced when this happened but bit down on his lip and moaned as he rubbed my back with the calloused pads of his hand.

Sometime between the points when Kurogane hit his knees against the hard edges of the coffee table and when he rammed his own back against the door frame of our room he decided that it was a good idea to start undressing me. I probably should have stopped him from doing too many things at once. He was worrying over my pleasure, trying to support me and still undress me…But it was too funny to have him stumble around the little rented room as his fingers stumbled around the buttons of my shirt.

I can vaguely recall a few hickies on my stomach that still managed to hurt after a few hours of sped up healing. There were also many more hickies on Kurogane's pelvis that were probably there for a much longer time than my decorations were.

But I wouldn't know first hand. That was the last time we had sex while in Infinity. Even if I did yearn for him later on down the road I refused to give into my own lust.

Odder than waking up to Kurogane stroking my hair the next morning was that even though mind blowing foreplay and an amazing fuck came from feeding I still found it to be as despicable and vile as before.

There is something disgusting about living off of another person's blood, nothing even remotely sexual about it.

End of Feeding

A/N: So I figured that every KuroFai writer had to have some kind of feeding fic in their arsenol. I didn't want to be part of the out-crowd (yeah...sure -rolls eyes-). But I thought that I would have a different take on it. If you didn't catch the difference it was that feeding wasn't what made these two go crazy for each other and hump each other's brains out, it was the fact that one: Fai was dominate and initiated it all (HOT) and two: they will always go crazy for each other. Fai despises living off of Kuro's blood in Infinity, why is he gonna want to have sex with him because of feeding? Yes to a Vamp blood is intoxicating (tried to capture that aspect as well) but Fai is stubborn and wanted Kuro b/c he wanted Kuro NOT his blood.

I sincerly hope that my little rant made ANY sense at all. lol. Please tell me if I have achieved what I aimed for. I just noticed how short this one was...O.o

Next Prompt: Beads- "Each bead represented a different event, a different person that meant something to me..."