Lime. If you don't review any other chapter, please review this one if you read it. I completely rewrote the citrus for this fiction, as I hated my previous scene.

Perfect

Their bodies touched, rubbed, roused, and with every movement and shift, their need grew. After a while, Senri pushed quickly on Takuma with his legs, flipping Takuma to the pillows. Grinning, the vice president locked his legs around Senri's hips. They lay like this, licking at each other's blood, pressing themselves against each other, somehow hoping that they'd become one another. Senri's hands messed around in blond locks, Takuma stroked the boy's neck and back.

Suddenly, Takuma began to lick at Senri's chest, causing the blue-eyed boy to grasp hold of the covers to stop from tumbling down onto Takuma's face. Senri called out in want, head shoved into the pillow. He kneaded his fists into the sheets, raked at them, ripped, bit his lip, drew blood, all to keep from screaming. But the moment he had expected to do so never came. He felt kisses once again showering his stomach, nipples, neck, lips. Another hand pushed on his chest, pulling their mouths apart. Takuma looked into Senri's eyes, waiting.

Senri knew what to say.

"Takuma, I trust you, too."

For a second, they found utter bliss in that simple thought, in the promise behind it, and they both knew that the trust could last forever, if only they kept each other close.

In moments, they were joined, a writhing mass of heat and pleasure. Senri embraced and scraped his bedmate's back, pulling them closer together. They no longer tried to quiet their moans, and Senri knew he'd not be able to stifle his scream as it built itself up in his throat.

They rolled about on the bed, silken sheets forgotten, pillows falling to the floor. Legs wrapped around legs, and arms around arms, fingers brushed and touched and grasped. A gasp here, a moan there. A kaleidescope of their senses spun together what little they could see, beyond the blazing beauty of the other, as well as the intoxicating smells of sex and blood, the sounds of shallow, hot breaths, the texture of skin on skin, sweat and dry, cold and hot (so hot, so burning hot). And that taste. The nearly overpowering taste of each other—so close, so sweet, so divine. The two vampires were encompassed and enslaved by it all, flush, body against body. Arching. Aching. Pleading. Needing. Wanting. Lusting. Loving.

As they drew nearer to satisfaction, their lips pressed harshly together, tearing and bleeding, a vain attempt to silence their vocalizations. Understanding that they were close, bodies tumbling back and forth, sideways even, Takuma grabbed onto Senri's hand, their fingers gripping maniacally. He kissed his way to the brunette's ear and whispered a command of three words.

"Don't resist me."

Senri screamed out incoherent thoughts, the only understandable word being "Takuma", as he threw back his head, digging his fingers into the other's hand, leaving several crescents in the vice-president's flesh. He fell to Takuma's neck, licking the wound several times more as per his bedmate's request, eyes closed as waves of delight shimmied through him.

Takuma scrabbled and arched against Senri, uttering one long, low, carnal moan.

They rolled side by side, legs locked together shivering as the air began to cool their heated forms. The manga-lover could feel Senri slowly sucking at his neck, vacuuming more fluid from the bite marks.

In a vampire's lifetime, he sees many human lives come and go. He may see the coming of new ages, of new technology, and new thought processes. He learns of new sciences that at his birth were identified as witchcraft, or something near-impossible—if they existed at all. Silly human diseases do not bother him, but he can survive and thrive and see the first appearance of such a disease and he will still be around to learn of it's cure, many years later. But a vampire, even, is still impermanent. At some point, he dies. He can die. Immortality is left to the gods alone, if there are any. And perhaps even they do not last forever. Nothing is permanent. Even a vampire's beauty will fade in death. All fades.

For the two vampires, lying together, however, there seemed to be all the possibilities lying before them. The cures to hundreds of diseases, thousands of new technologies that could help the modern world. And impermanence? Non-existent. As they clutched at each other, anything could happen, would happen. As far as they were concerned, this time would last for centuries, and they would live forever.

"I changed my mind," whispered Senri, without pulling his lips away. Takuma shifted, drawing the covers up around their bodies. When the warmth was up against their necks, Senri continued. "You taste better than perfect."

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