Who should not have started a new fic? Me. Who did it anyway? Also me. But I needed to write MakoRin and then I was inspired and vampires!

Now please enjoy this first chapter!

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As a gust of wind passed through the street, he stuck his nose in the air, taking a deep breath to distinguish the different scents around. As he pulled back he clacked his tongue in annoyance. Nothing pleasant hung in the air, and he had been out here for an hour now. Usually it wouldn't take so long for something interesting to pass by, but so far he only smelled the bum hidden away in the alley across the street. But that really would be a last resort. He wasn't in that much of a need yet.

Tugging his hoody a bit further over his head, he leaned back against the wall of a tall building. To pass some time he reached for his phone in his jean's pocket, flipping through different apps. The headlights of a car flooded the street, making red eyes peer through lashes at whom was occupying the vehicle. He could make it, if he wanted to, but it would be too much effort.

Clacking his tongue once more he sent a look to the side, and finally saw something that made him happy. A block down a tall guy with messy brown locks was walking his way, phone pressed against his ear, warm velvety voice muttering words to the other side of the line. He could hear the smile in the man's voice, the night still cheerful for him.

Pulling off his hood, he freed ruby locks and put up a smirk, a tongue slipping along sharp teeth. The night was finally taking a turn for the better. And as that cheerful voice got closer and closer, that sweet scent invaded his nostrils, making his smirk only grow bigger. Right before the tall guy could pass him without a care, he pushed himself off the wall and stood right in front of the man. "Hey, do you have a light?" he asked, voice low and sultry as he showed off a pack of cigarettes.

"Ah, hold on Nagisa," the man with a far too sweet face spoke through the phone. He then turned his attention to piercing red eyes, the man visibly shivering at the sight of them. "Sorry, I don't smoke," he apologised, soft smile directed his way.

Stepping forward he closed some of the distance between the man and him, not letting him get back to his phone call just yet. "It's fine. I have to confess I don't smoke either. Just needed an excuse to talk to you." An easy flirt that worked for him often, even if the scenery was not really working for him. It didn't matter. Once they took a look in his eyes and let his words work in on them, they were sold, and soon they would be his. "I'm Rin," he offered lastly, to give the man some familiarity.

"Ooh, Makoto!" Rin heard coming from the phone, a delighted screech filling the air. "I see you have some other business to attend to! Let me know everything tomorrow. Like how hot this guy is!" And then the dial tone followed, Nagisa having hung up. Someone else was on Rin's side in this.

With mouth agape Makoto stared at his phone, red blush dusting his cheeks as he tried to figure out what was happening. Clueless, just the way Rin liked them. "Uh," Makoto started, vibrant green eyes looking up from his phone to meet Rin's gaze. "Sorry, I really just want to go home."

It seemed Makoto was not biting just yet, but Rin could wiggle his way in, and otherwise force was needed. Rin wasn't opposed to that, but it was better when they went along willingly. Would leave less of a mess. "Let me walk you home then. Just for a little talk." A flirtatious smile slipped onto his lips as he cocked his head to the side, red eyes gleaming in the dim light of the streetlight.

Hesitation shimmered in Makoto's vibrant green eyes, but Rin was far too charming. No one could resist him once he started speaking, luring them in with a few words. And when that nod of approval came, Rin could feel the satisfaction bloom inside his chest. This one was quite handsome too, unlike the few that had come before.

"Lead the way," Rin said, motioning for Makoto to continue walking. A wary look was shot his way one last time before Makoto continued walking. It seemed Makoto still wasn't fully convinced, but Rin liked a challenge, and perhaps it was to be expected. Picking someone up on a corner street, dressed in a black hoody, in a part of town no one wanted to stay too long, wasn't the most appealing thing in the world. It was only natural for Makoto to not trust Rin, and in this case Makoto was very correct for not trusting Rin. Unfortunately for Makoto Rin would break it all away and slither his way in until he got what he needed.

Falling in pace beside Makoto, Rin hummed a soft tune, his voice something they often liked. And out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Makoto relax his shoulders, pupils a little less dilated. The streets were still deserted, the hour far too late for anyone to be running around. The sound of footsteps echoed around them, but only Rin could tell it were only Makoto's steps that made sound.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," Rin spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence provided by his soft tune. "But you hardly seem the type to be roaming around at night. What were you doing down there?"

Green eyes shot his way, narrowed in suspicion. "What were you doing there?" Makoto fired back, accusation clear in his voice.

So defensive still, but Rin quite liked it. Especially when he noticed Makoto frowning at himself, surprised by his own small outburst. The guy really couldn't help it. His instincts were just playing games with him now, and his body was telling him to run. "Are you saying I don't look like the type to be there either?" Rin questioned, eyebrow raised in amusement as he motioned at his attire. When he saw the blush of shame spread over Makoto's cheeks, Rin's smile grew. "No need to feel bad. I do fit the part, don't I? Dressing this way gives me kind of an edge, which I like."

The soft chuckle that bubbled off Makoto's lips felt like a small victory. Finally he was responding to Rin's flirting, in a good way too. "So you're saying I should buy a pair of combat boots before I walk those streets again?" Makoto asked, voice much lighter than before, with a sweet smile staining his lips.

Mesmerized Rin stared at it for a few seconds, trying to remember the sight of it. "You have a nice smile," Rin said softly, before catching himself again. "And only if you want to fit in with the tough crowd, but I'm not too sure if it would suit you. You seem more like the soft pastel sweater guy. You know those sweaters people want to crawl into?"

"That doesn't seem very tough," Makoto muttered, though he didn't really look offended. "I guess I really don't fit in with the scary bits of town. But I do need to cross through it every once in a while, so I think you should be there to look out for me. Save me from the people that are out to get me."

Rin was taken aback by how well this was going. Makoto responds were exceeding his expectations. Their conversations felt easy and natural, their flirts placed just right. Something fluttered inside his stomach, excited to see this through to the end, hoping for more lines that would give him a rush. "Do I seem like the hero type?" Rin shot back with a wide grin, red eyes warm as they stared at Makoto.

That soft gentle chuckle fell of Makoto's lips again, the sound genuine. As if Rin was really being delightful, good company to have. As if he really had just picked up Makoto on the street to flirt with him. But for Rin there were still ulterior motives. "Well, we don't all need a knight in shining armour with a white horse to match. Those big swords are great and all, but isn't the supernatural villain a lot cooler?"

Again something warm bloomed inside Rin's chest, the little tease really getting to him. Makoto had no idea what this meant for Rin, what he even had been talking about. Looked even surprised when Rin smiled widely at him. "Are you flirting with me, Ma-ko-to…" Rin teased, skin prickling when he heard Makoto's heartbeat speed up.

"Ah, I uh…" Makoto said a few more unintelligible things, which got the point across enough. This was something Makoto wasn't very used to either. Flirting seemed already very out of character for Makoto, something Rin could tell. But here they were, flirting easily, as if they were preparing for a next step. The question never was answered really, because Makoto found the distraction they needed, or he needed. "Oh, there's my apartment building," he pointed out, motioning at a very well-lit building across the street of a more popular intersection.

Rin stayed in the shadows, not moving the cross the street, and it seemed Makoto was doing the exact same thing. He was waiting for something. Waiting for Rin to ask for his phone number, or a date. Maybe even to come up. Makoto wasn't that straightforward, but expected Rin to be, as he had been when he had struck up a conversation. But Rin had other plans, and would need to set them into motion here, where no one was watching. At least there was one extra excuse he could use here. Two men so out in the open together was something that would raise eyebrows, and being in eyesight of Makoto's apartment building meant he probably knew some people around. So Rin took a shot.

Grabbing Makoto's wrist he slowly started guiding him into the last alley they had passed. With glowing red eyes and a flirtatious grin he played Makoto into following him. And as they found themselves enveloped by the shadows, hidden away from the public eye, Rin pushed Makoto against the cold wall. He wrapped his arms around a warm neck, Makoto's tallness suddenly really getting to Rin. He almost felt frail and small. But when there warm breaths started to mingle, and Makoto willingly accepted a kiss, Rin was lost.

Normally he wouldn't go for the kiss, because it would only cost time. Time that could be used for his ultimate goal. But now Rin wanted to kiss. Feel that soft brush of lips moving against his, asking for more attention. He could feel Makoto's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer, and it made his whole body tremble in excitement. It was almost as if Makoto was asking for it, craving it as much as Rin was now. And when he nicked Makoto's lip with one of his sharp teeth and had that first taste of blood, Rin couldn't help but moan lowly, sucking away the sliver of blood.

Pulling back Rin gathered the rest of his patience, his arms now clinging desperately to Makoto's neck. "What's your house number?" he breathed out against Makoto's lips, the other already trying to capture Rin's in another kiss.

"213," Makoto mumbled a bit confused before pecking Rin on the lips.

Rin nodded, stuffing it away in his brain for now, but he would need the information soon enough. "I'm sorry for this, but I really need it now," Rin muttered between kisses, Makoto set on keeping contact between their lips. And for a moment Rin gave in again, letting Makoto's tongue roam through his mouth. But enough was enough. No matter if Makoto's hard on was pressing against his thigh, Rin needed it now.

Letting his lips slip away from Makoto's, he moved them down his chin, sliding along his throat to its destination. He could feel the blood pumping underneath the skin, rushing through his body with urgency. The vibration of a moan made Rin's hold on Makoto tighten, it still feeling like Makoto wanted this. It was wishful thinking, because no one honestly wanted it, the pain not very pleasant. But imagination was a strong thing.

Reaching the junction between Makoto's neck and shoulder, Rin found his end point. One kiss he gave Makoto's skin as some kind of mark and then he opened his mouth, showing off two rows of sharp pointy teeth before they latched onto Makoto's neck, easily sinking into the soft skin.

Makoto let out a soft pained groan, the haze of pleasure still numbing his senses a bit. So the first rush of blood was easy to take, the sweet taste overwhelming Rin a bit. Moaning out in delight he drank greedily, loving how his taste buds reacted. It was delicious, far more delicious than he had ever had. And he would drink just a little more than needed, because he loved it so. But the arms around his waist now started pushing him away, Makoto finally realising what exactly Rin was doing. It made the experience a bit more difficult, but Rin possessed a lot more strength than Makoto did, and couldn't be pushed away so easily.

Eventually the bit of blood loss made Makoto grow weaker, body tired. Rin let Makoto sink to his knees, holding him tight as he took his last few gulps. When this was over he would bring Makoto to his apartment and put him to bed, letting him sleep it off. The only proof that this had even happened would be the teeth marks on his neck, and Makoto would be able to live on without having any side effects. If Rin wouldn't come around again. And for some reason he did want to see Makoto again.

This human was having quite the effect on him.

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