Told ya it wouldn't be two years again! So have some more MakoRin action in this one... Enjoy!

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After Makoto had finished his plate, and Rin had been done with the dishes, the moment came to say goodbye. Yet, Rin was still in the apartment, sitting on the couch, right next to Makoto. Why he was still, he didn't know. Somehow the moment to leave had passed them by, or perhaps it had never come. After a serious conversation with partial confessions it seemed odd to just… leave. But now neither found themselves paying attention to the television Makoto had turned on. It seemed like a waste of time, and still Rin could not find the motivation to get up.

The blue glow of the television was the only light in the apartment, neither having made the effort to turn on the lights. Or perhaps there was more behind it. If one of them did get up, then they needed to acknowledge each other. Which meant they would need to talk about Rin leaving, or staying. But it was getting late. For Rin this was no problem. He lived during the night anyway. But Makoto might need to go to university again. Rin didn't know, didn't dare ask.

Next to him Makoto shifted, and when Rin shot a glance to the side, he noticed the other was almost falling asleep. Hugging the pillow between his arms, chin resting on it, with half closed eyes. At least it meant Makoto was relaxed enough and wasn't as wary of Rin as he had been before. His guard was down, which Rin normally would take advantage of, but now he simply felt flattered.

Carefully Rin reached out and touched Makoto's forearm. Makoto sat up with a jerk and looked a bit confused at first. "Oh," he hummed when he realized what happened, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not really good company, am I?"

"Neither am I," Rin retorted, studying Makoto's face to see how tired he really was. Rin wanted to stay for some reason, but he didn't want to bother Makoto. Humans needed far more sleep, and the nights were used for that. "I think you should get some sleep," he muttered, wiping a strand of hair from Makoto's face.

"Your hands are cold," Makoto replied, ignoring the comment on sleep. He reached for Rin's hands and started warming them in his.

Rin just watched for a while, wondering why exactly Makoto was doing so. It wouldn't help for a long time, though he had to admit Makoto's heat felt really nice next to him. "You're not really going to warm them up a lot," Rin eventually commented, but let Makoto keep holding his hands.

"Why is that?" Makoto asked softly, thumbs swiping over the back of Rin's hands to rub in some warmth.

"There is not a lot of blood running through my veins," Rin joked. He shot the tired Makoto a grin, but the other only looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Makoto asked.

Rin hadn't expected this. He assumed most humans had a basic understanding of how vampires lived, and even though most romanticized stories didn't get the details right, it at least gave an idea of what was going on. But Makoto seemed oblivious. "Well I basically have no blood of my own running freely through me veins, so there is nothing that keeps me really warm."

Scrunching his eyebrows together Makoto looked confused, trying to process what Rin had said. "So this means you're dead?"

"I'm not a corpse," Rin retorted, rolling his eyes at that comment. Most people did think they were dead. "If I were dead, I wouldn't be sitting here, I would be rotting in a grave," Rin added, trying to paint a picture of what Makoto just said. "When I turned my heart started beating a lot slower, which caused my own blood to dry up eventually. Now to keep my heart beating, I need to drink blood. It pumps through my body for a few days, making sure everything stays in order, and after that I need to replenish it again."

"Oh," Makoto said, still looking a bit confused. It was hard to process at first, and Rin had to admit he didn't know the details either. He was never that interested in it all. He understood the basics and that was enough for him. "So my blood is now pumping through your veins?" Makoto eventually asked.

Rin shrugged first, because he wasn't sure if that was entirely correct either, but it's what he always thought. "I think so, yeah."

Makoto nodded, eyes focused on his lap, where he was still holding Rin's hands. His thumbs had stopped moving, and he was barely holding Rin's hands, but just enough for Rin to keep them there. "I'm really warm," Makoto commented, slowly moving hands to fully cover Rin's again. For some reason he didn't want to let go.

"I've noticed," Rin replied, scooting a bit closer to Makoto to make this process easier. He was not in the most comfortable position, sitting a bit too far away from the other. But now their thighs were touching, and Rin felt Makoto's warmth spreading through his flesh there as well. He hadn't noticed before, but Makoto's body temperature was slightly higher than average. But perhaps this was the first time they were really this intimate.

Large hands now wrapped around his wrist, finding Rin's hands warm enough. Rin wondered if it wasn't just Makoto's hands getting cold due to Rin's temperature. "Do you like being warm?" Makoto asked, emerald eyes shooting a curious look up. There was another emotion behind those bright eyes, but Rin couldn't quite say what it was. Not familiar with these kinds of moments.

"I don't really know," Rin admitted, studying Makoto's face for any sign of what the other really was feeling. "But this is nice."

"I like being warm," Makoto said, a soft smile gracing his lips. "Makes people crawl closer to me when they are cold. It's good for cuddling."

A grin broke out on Rin's lips, understanding quite what Makoto was insinuating. But Rin wouldn't jump in just like that. "I bet you make use of that," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasizes.

"Only when I can," Makoto replied first, cheeky smile on his lips. Until it dawned on him what exactly he had said. It seemed Makoto was never this upfront and flirty. Rin truly pulled the worst from Makoto, but that made this all the more fun. "I mean… I just…"

And as Makoto kind of lost himself, Rin's grin grew wider, but he would admit defeat now. The shyness Makoto suddenly elated seemed so soft and sweet, and fitting yet unfitting for how he looked. It was what intrigued Rin so much whenever he looked at the male. So he would let Makoto have this one, snuggling closer, so that Makoto could wrap an arm around him. "I don't know if it will be you warming me up, or me cooling you down," Rin said.

But it didn't matter much to Makoto, who quickly wrapped his arm around Rin's shoulders, pulling him even closer than he already was. This was strangely intimate to Rin. Not really something he had experienced before, considering he never really took the time to. It didn't interest him much but having Makoto this close felt right in a way. He could feel the other's heat coursing through his body and he actually felt just a bit better. Though that may be a placebo effect.

Silence settled between them again, but this time it felt different. The idea of leaving was even further off the table, and now Makoto truly seemed at ease. And somehow that didn't seem right to Rin. Makoto could flip in a matter of seconds of being wary of Rin, distrusting him, whenever he became aware again of Rin drinking Makoto's blood. Even if they had spoken about it quite openly before, it was Rin who became wary of Makoto's moods whenever it turned silent between them. As if he was afraid of what Makoto would say, would think of him.

Turning his head to look up at Makoto, he found green eyes already staring back, this soft smile on his lips. Makoto leaned forward, nuzzling Rin's cheek before pecking it softly. And there was something so incredibly unnerving about it. It was all a bit too soft, too delicate. They had shared kisses before, but they weren't as sweet, pleasure staining those at the edges. But this was intimate in a different way, and Rin couldn't quite process it.

Before Makoto could press his soft lips against Rin's, Rin had grabbed a hand full of dark locks, and had pushed his against Makoto's instead. He took the lead, trying to rid them off all the softness they were experiencing. And part of Rin had to admit that he had been enjoying it. Feeling those soft lips touch his cool skin, slowly kissing a path down to his lips. Feeling those arms tighten around his frame, pulling him just a little closer to reach better. But it was too much too fast. This was the first time Rin had ever gone back to a human for a second meeting, and right from the start they were growing closer and closer.

Climbing into Makoto's lap, Rin closed more distance between them, legs pressed on either side of Makoto's. Rin deepened the kiss, his tongue prying through those soft lips. He could hear Makoto's heartbeat rising and it was exhilarating. This was better with the way blood rushed through Makoto's body, reaching a certain place just a bit faster. And perhaps this was a bad idea, creating a mood that would only urge them on to do more. Rin had definitely done this before, but as with drinking blood, had never returned. And he was not willing to give Makoto up yet. Not when the kisses tasted this amazing. But maybe it was for the best if they would part, never to see each other again. If this alone complicated things, how would that work later on. How could this ever be something?

And as Rin let those thoughts roam through his mind, he nicked Makoto's bottom lip with his sharp teeth. As soon as the taste hit his tongue, Rin moaned softly. It didn't go unnoticed by Makoto, who squeezed the fabric of Rin's shirt at the small of his back. He let his tongue slide over the small puncture wound, closing it almost instantly. Rin would've liked to taste more, but having it linger in his mouth was enough.

Pulling back Rin looked back into dark green half lidded eyes. And it was such an intoxicating sight that Rin wanted to kiss him again, and so he did, and did again.

It wasn't until his phone in his jean's pocket suddenly played a familiar jingle that they parted. Makoto was slightly out of breath, hazily staring out in front of him, wondering where that music had come from. Rin knew who had called him, and rubbed his face in frustration, tongue clacking as he glanced at the back wall. "I think I have to go," he muttered.

"I think that may be a good idea," Makoto said softly. A bit confused Rin glanced down, and saw the soft blush on Makoto's cheeks, eyes averted as he smiled almost fondly to himself. And god did Rin want to kiss him again in that moment, but he had enough self-control, for now.

Rin got off Makoto's lap and off the couch, stretching his limbs out in front of him. He really needed to focus, because he wouldn't be able to go anywhere with a mushy brain.

"Will you make me breakfast again tomorrow," Makoto asked softly, shyness staining his voice again.

Shooting a grin over his shoulder Rin flashed a look, telling Makoto he would definitely be there. "As long as I get to sleep in your bed during the day then," he offered back, wanting to make this a little more interesting.

"If you don't mind me crawling back in after university in the afternoon."

God, Sousuke better have a good reason for calling Rin at this hour. Otherwise his friend will pay greatly.

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Thinking the next chapter should be with Sousuke, so we have some different dynamics, though I love me some MakoRin obviously...

Love, Dana