I own nothing. And sorry for the first/third person snippets, i try to get as many points of view as i can.
So.. i wrote this. And debated a lemon. So this story has a MASSSIIVEEE change from where i thought it was going.
So. Lemon ahead. Not too graphic.
x represents POV change.

Void of a Lullaby.
One Breath.

"It's time to spill your guts, but i don't like what i see on the inside."


My heart was thumping. Correction, it was pounding, almost ready to cut loose from my chest and travel into my throat.

He'd drove me home. Leaned over and whispered something that could only be described as filthy in my ear, and trailed a perfect finger up my thigh. And despite i'd never gotten further than small kisses with Tadase, i felt like i knew exactly what was to come.

And it did, almost.

I'd grabbed him by the front of his shirt, my hand, despite still being broken twisting knots into the fabric, and crushed my inexperienced lips onto his. I was so full of need for him, he'd done nothing, but i felt myself already being thrown into an unnatural obsession with him. It was almost as if i was under some sort of curse. My vague dreams of dark shadows dancing on my walls, cackling, reaching out to touch me, but quickly flitting away when i held out a shaky hand to return their grasp.

Before i knew what had happened, i'd unlocked my door and was promptly taken upstairs and thrown onto my bed.
Now.
I was nervous, as he set his arms beside my head, and his lean body was suddenly pressed down against mine. His face, above mine, had that telltale smirk, lifting slightly at one side. And those brilliantly dark eyes softened slightly.

My breath caught in my throat when he pressed those cold, soft lips against my neck, butterfly kisses trailing softly to my colarbone.

"I-Ikuto?"

He came from his place beside my chest, all the while unbuttoning my jacket. An eyebrow raised and smirk still firmly in place. I didn't even know what i wanted to ask him, i was just beyond nervous, my chest was heaving, and i promptly felt a palm cup one gently.

"Hmm.." He pondered, as if testing it's weight, and gave an approved grin, his mouth sliding up at one side. I bit my lip as his knee travelled slowly, surely upwards, gracing against my thighs which tightened against eachother.

I tasted blood, trickling down my lower lip, and before i could swipe it away with my tongue, Ikuto shifted to press his hips against mine, and my arms above my head.

"Now, now. Arn't we going to share?"

His voice was like velvet. Deep, delicate and drove me completely away from repulsion that he wanted to lap the blood from my lip like a kitten.

His breathe fanned out over my face, cool and fresh, though it made me slightly drowsy. The eerie feeling that floated around me at night cradled my body as his tongue swept along my lower lip. Droplets of the blood flicked from his tongue and onto my cheek, and my breathing became ragged and harsh.

I couldn't bring myself to say his name. His eyes were molten pools of black, hauntingly void of anything. I felt myself need him, more, and more. I knew he wasn't.. normal, we could say. I knew he wasn't your average man. But the heat gathering between our bodies made my legs, which were clasped in a vice-like state, slide open, and his knee met with my sex. It ground against it, pursuading soft whimpers from my throat and i threw my head back at one particularly nice sensation.

x

He snickered to himself softly, bringing one of his fingers and trailing it down her creamy, exposed neck. His mouth watered at the vague images of blood spilling from it, he lying beneath it, drinking from it as it fountained down her milky skin.

A finger trailed lightly down to her bosom, and his face in the crook of her neck. Said finger had pulled the front of her shirt upwards, over her ample breasts, and her bra followed suit. He circled one of her small perks, nipping, squeezing and stroking the tender flesh.

His tongue stroked and teased the skin of her neck until the pulse beneath it was racing, goosebumps trailing over her skin. He kissed and sucked at the pulse for some time, his finger wandering down to the line of her skinny jeans.

He felt her breath get heavier, as he pushed his knee against her more forcefully, and as slowly as he pulled his leg back his hand took it's place over her panties.

"I.. Ikuto." She whimpered quietly, and in response, he ran his index finger over up her small folds. Her panties clinging to her, and the juices seeping through.

"Hmm?" He purred. Her whimpering and soft moans were a sure sign of her arousal, and with arousal came high blood pressure. He could just perhaps-
And then he did it, in an act of staying as far away from the sweet thumping of her pulse; in a swift motion his hand was away from her hot sex, - had pulled down her jeans and panties.

"Ikuto!" She repeated, and he grew tired of her calling nothing but his name.

x

Scream something else, you-

He shouldn't be doing this.

His Lord, his father told him. Warned him, even, that the young rosette should be delivered to him as a virgin.

Her innocence was cruicial to the Devil. His life, his rotting soul and disfigured body depended on it, craved it, needed it. He'd given Ikuto everything within his power to take that pain and turn it into something more useful, something he could use, and something that wasn't eating away at his insides.

I couldn't do this. I wanted to, as my hand reached for my zipper, and she lay there, eyes glossed over with curiousity and lust. I didn't feel anything for the girl, i saw her as something my father needed to live, but something i wanted to use. Something i wanted to abuse and tear apart and quench my need for pleasure. I'd pressed myself against her soft folds in a subconcious act, and my breath hitched.

I groaned, and before i knew it, i'd bitter down onto her neck, sharp fangs puncturing with a satisfying crack.
She didn't scream, her breathing slowed down from it's erratic pace and her blood carressed my taste buds. Her hips lifted, pressed against my member and it slid in slightly, i groaned against her, and the blood momentarily trickled downwards, mingling with the rose coloured locks.

I shouldn't do this, my mind whispered, and i felt the shifting of the bones in my back as things moved, twisted and bent unnaturally to make way for dirty ebony wings to unfurl, losing myself completely in the sensations of her small body.

I jerked into her, her walls stretching and something splitting deep inside. I felt wetness trickle down onto the nape of my neck, and ceased the suckling of her blood.
She lay there, eyes large. Golden, innocent and flooded with tears. I felt apathy for her, momentarily. And as out of character as i felt, i lifted a hand to gently smooth her hair down. I tried to be as tender as i could, but the fresh scent of spilt blood tickled my senses and sent me into a state.

A state where i could care less what girl was lying beneath me, awaiting to be fucked. Because they were all the same, weren't they?

All mortals wanted was something that made them feel good. Weather it were money, food, alcohol, sex.
It was all the same.

Sin made them human,

I pulled out, only to thrust inwards as hard as i could manage, causing her to cry out.

and we all knew how much i hated humans.

Suffocated, i tried to scream.