Three hours later...

Sendril sighed and stretched, her head aching. It had been a while since she'd fed, not on the solid food that normally sustained her, but on what sustained the gift/curse she bore. It was her secret, one only shared with a few. Shinji laid his hand on her shoulder, he had manifested shortly after Anubis' departure..

"...You're hungry again..." he whispered. "That is not a good thing."

"I know, and I dare not..."

"You need to feed, or else the darkness will take you too, just as it took your predecessor."

"Yuki is busy..."

"He can be un-busy when he knows you need. That is his job, despite the position he holds now." Shinji's hand massaged the back of her neck, easing her headache.

"Even after four hundred and fifty years, one would think you'd embrace being..."

"Shin, don't...I don't want to be reminded that I have to sustain myself with such a thing." She said. "and that I can't get close to any one of flesh and blood because of it."

"Your predecessor and mine both knew the consequences of the gift carried." His cool touch reminded her there were worse fates. "Sendril do not think it, as you said it is too soon to know."

"I am not thinking it, that will be his choice, not mine."

"Feed soon...or you will be of no use to anyone."

She hung her head, she would have to feed.

After cleaning himself up after his day's labors, Yukito came to check on Sendril. He'd had a nagging feeling all day that he was needed for something, and couldn't quite put his finger on it. He entered and looked at her and knew exactly what the feeling had been. He immediately ordered another healer to look after the ex-masho and pulled Sendril into an empty room.

"...Have you fed?" He demanded.

"No, it has not been convenient to..."

Yukito closed the door, and without a thought striped off his tunic and knelt with his thighs apart.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Yuki."

"Yes, you need to replenish yourself and strengthen your gifts..."

She nodded and move to kneel behind him, brushing his long pale hair out of the way as one hand came around to lay upon his heart. He brought his own hand up to cover hers, their fingers locking.

"Once begun..."

He gave a solemn nod as he felt soft sucking at his neck.

The soft sucking turned sharp, urgent as he felt small fangs pierce his flesh and grow longer. He made a soft sound that turned into moans and soft sounds of Ecstasy. She pulled him tighter against her, her eyes were closed as were his. His hand tightened upon hers, the sounds from his throat more urgent. Her other hand snaked around and into his trousers, cupping and stroking. His free hand fumbled to open them, to give her better access. He found the rhythm quickly, practiced ease taking over. A final groan was wrung from him as he climaxed in her tight fist.

It was some time later that Yukito felt himself lowered to the stone floor and her body sliding over his, their hands still locked together. He stroked her hair, letting her doze against his chest.

"...I' sorry Yuki," She murmured. "I should have fed sooner..."

"It was my pleasure to give..." he whispered. "Now about Shuten, I will ask again...why are you so unsure about his presence here..."

She yawned, snuggling closer despite the cold of the floor.

"...He smells..." she paused, trying to find the word. "Innocent somehow..."

"...Like I used to." Yukito said. "I figured, and it is not yet time for you to chose another." He stroked her hair again. "...I shared your bed for almost five years Sen, a very long time ago. I know how hard this is..."

She made a soft sound.

"...He is human Yuki, it makes the stakes higher." She gave the bruising flesh on his neck a soft lick before untangling her hand from his. "And I doubt Kaos would have gone through so much preparation to bring me a Blood Doll."

He sat up, holding her now.

"No, I don't think he would have." He said. "But sometimes fate does play a hand." He let her go and rose. "Are you going to be alright to watch over him now?"

"I think so..." She said following suite.

"Good, because I don't think I could give so much again anytime soon..."

She touched the bite, his hand covered hers. Whatever they had been before, it had now faded into a comfortable familiarity. He reached for his tunic and put it on before leaving. She followed soon after.