Affinity
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Prompt: Fangs
Title: like bleeding onyx and dripping emerald
Rating: M
Summary: Continuation of "watching rubies spill from ivory"
Note: oh how the tables have turned
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She opens the ancient gate, which squeals in protest as it swings over the road. Stepping forward, her heeled boots crunch on the gravel beneath them and the warm, spring air sends her hair blowing in different directions.
Her hips sway temptingly in her skintight pants as she makes her way to the gothic mansion, every curve clearly visible through her form-hugging leather jacket. Lazily, she spins the brass key ring around her pointer finger, the antique key swinging around and around as she hums a deep tone that seems to lull any prying ears
Approaching the broad front door, she pushes the key into the lock and turns. A loud click signals the release of the tumblers. A wicked smirk appears on her face as she pushes open the door and is met with nothing but silence and shadows in the grand entry way.
Her heels clack against the marble flooring and her hums echo in the cavernous hall. She pauses for a moment before hearing it: the flutter of fabric being displaced.
The sound is so soft, it would be impossible for a human to hear, but her ears pick it up as if it is a stake being stabbed into a concrete wall.
Her tune picks back up as she makes her way up the stairs towards the noise. More sounds follow, a gasp for breath, a drop of liquid hitting the ground, a slap of flesh hitting flesh.
"Must you always make such a mess," she comments as she enters the room.
Sasuke lounges on the couch, an unconscious – or dead – woman draped over him in a way that the stream of blood as well as the puncture wounds on her neck are clearly visible.
He is beautiful and perfect, all alabaster skin and endless eyes. A thin ribbon of crimson trails down the corner of his thin lips, which are set in the same permanent frown.
"What are you doing here?" he states in spurious nonchalance as she makes her way across the room to light some of the tall candelabras.
"Aw," she mocks, pouting her lip out. "It's been fifty years since the council ordered you to serve me." She sets down the lighter and stalks forward. "I figured we'd be done with all this hostility."
He remains motionless as she pushes the woman's limp body to the ground with a loud smack, but she can see the strain in his bare chest as she leans forward.
Oh so slowly, she opens her mouth – her fangs emerging at the idea of feeding – and pierces the soft skin of Sasuke's throat.
His body jerks in response, but soon, his chest begins rumbling in a groan at the euphoria of the activity.
As her body is filled with his blood, her mind is filled with his emotions.
Hate, anger, betrayal, and hint of tender affection.
She pulls away and ignores the slight crane of his head as he attempts to drink from her too.
"Still so bitter," she mocks, tossing her pink hair to the side so that the column of her throat is exposed. "I'm sure right about now you're dying to rip out my throat like some feral dog."
He lunges forward, but she avoids his grasp, flipping over the couch and landing on the black table behind it.
"It's your own fault," she continues while her fingers trace the crystal-cut decanter. "If you hadn't turned me all those years ago, the council wouldn't have confined you here or bind you to me."
She watches as his thumb rubs over the red, cursive S that rests just below his palm. Subconsciously, she glances down at her own mark, the same red S, but with a different meaning.
Then, she hears the crash of the glass decanter shattering on the ground and finds herself pinned on the table, her hand secured above her head.
His teeth are barred as he descends upon her. She smiles at his anxiousness, but stops him by flipping them over and onto the floor with a strong tug.
She clicks her tongue in faux disappointment, "Not yet."
"Sakura," Sasuke groans out as anger flares in his eyes. She knows how much this is killing him. After all, the only way the thirst is fully quenched is by the blood of another vampire, particularly the vampire one is bound with.
Sakura rises to her feet and removes her jacket revealing the satin, crimson bra as the only article of clothing beneath it. She peels off her pants so that the matching thong is on display as well.
"It's so dark in here," she mutters moving towards the thick drapes.
"Don't," Sasuke tones in a low voice.
Disregarding his warning, Sakura pulls back the drapes, allowing the sunlight to stream in. It dances over her pale skin, and kissing her with warmth.
Sasuke moves to the opposite side of the room, practically hissing at the natural light.
"Oh come now," Sakura mocks as she unclasps her bra. She holds the silky material in place with one arm while she beckons to Sasuke with the other. "You want to drink, don't you?"
His dark eyes stare at her in angered disbelief as he balances his options. He walks towards the light slowly, but stops just short of the ray.
With a malicious giggle, Sakura turns around to look out the window as her bra drops to the floor.
Sasuke just waits for a moment, convinced that she is simply joking, surely she didn't hate him enough to force him to burn himself. Alas, she stays glued to the spot on the windowsill, her visible neck and naked back taunting him.
Seeming to get impatient, she bites into her own palm and smears some of the blood on the pearly skin of her neck.
Sasuke's nostrils flare at the smell. It calls to him, promising him redemption and power. After decades of being unable to feed on her – due to her cruel command – he has grown weak. Being forced to feed off of humans has made him vulnerable to the sun once again, like a newborn, caused him to lose the coveted abilities he once possessed. Now he is desperate enough to fall prey to her childish games, her petty jabs. Everyday, he curses the day he changed her, he curses the strictness of the council, and he curses their ridiculous punishment.
He is an Ancient, how dare they make him swear fealty to some goddamn woman centuries younger than him. It is unheard of for him to be under orders from some fickle child whose feelings often blur the line between love and hate. A sadomasochistic demon that leaves him rendered in this pathetic state for decades yet drinks of him enough to allow her to act human. This girl that started out so innocent, but now he hates to love her.
The anger within him wells until he is compelled to race forward. The sun burns and chars his skin, but the heat is nothing compared to what boils within him. He pulls her body against his chest and plunges his fangs into her neck, wanting her to feel the result of her cruel torture. Her cry of delight reaches his ears and he loves the sound when he gulps at her greedily. As he drinks in the sweet liquid from her throat, he feels the effects of the sun weaken and the burns on his skin mend themselves.
They are bathed in a new heat as the concupiscent sensation of feeding courses throughout their bodies. Her hands come up and clutch his silky hair, pushing him closer to her throat as she scrapes her sharp fingernails along his scalp. One of his large hands reach around and grab her naked breast. The other travels down her flat stomach, underneath the thin material of her panties where her rubs against her clit. She moans and wriggles at the feeling, letting him take charge for the first time in fifty years.
She begins panting and gasping, eventually pulling away from his mouth. Stumbling slightly from both his strong movements and the loss of blood, she spins around and pins Sasuke to the ground. She licks up the bare expanse of his chest as her fingers unbutton her pants, yanking them down with his boxers.
She digs her nails into his shoulders, creating angry, half-moon marks. Biting at his hands, she draws blood, reveling in the feel as he slides it over her body, coloring them both in their sustenance.
When he thrusts up into her without warning, she lets out a full-hearted scream of delight that echoes through the mansion. He repeatedly fills her, his mouth following all along her flesh as his hands secure a hold on her butt.
Sakura nips at his throat again, intent on drinking again as he continues to pleasure her, but he flips them and hovers just out of reach of her snapping jaws. He plunges into her repeatedly, as she continues to moan and cry, writhing beneath him. His eyes stare at the ruby essence leaking from his puncture wounds in her neck and he finds himself wanting more.
Leaning forward, he places his lips on the weeping skin and sucks. She begins undulating her hips up to meet each of his strong thrusts, her eyes closing as the feelings become more thrilling. At first he thinks that Sakura will order him to stop, but instead her mouth opens in a silent scream as her lower muscles begin to spasm and tighten around him. She trembles with the incredible sensations that he invokes in her and clutches against him tighter.
She spurs him along, grinding her hipbones into his, encouraging him to go deeper. He complies and her back arches from the ground as heavy pants escape her mouth. As she tenses against him once more, he approaches his own orgasm, slamming into her strongly and finally bringing his mouth to hers. She merely breathes into him, and he tastes his own blood.
Once she relaxes, she puts her hands on either side of his face and secures him to her. Her tongue meets his and her hands run down his neck and body.
He rolls to his side, dragging her with him and pulling out of her. She nuzzles into his chest, licking up the dried stains of blood that still decorate his skin.
"As much as you regret turning me," she begins as she shifts up to meet him eyelevel. "You have to admit that we always have a good time."
Her emerald eyes shine, a glint of red flashing every now and again. He does not reply, simply kisses her lips once again.
Pulling away, she lays her head down and begins humming again.
"Do you ever miss her?" she asks.
"Who?" he responds.
"That weak, little girl that you fell in love with all those years ago."
He remains silent.
"Answer me," Sakura orders, her eyebrows furrowing.
He wants to remain silent, but he knows he cannot. Defying her orders is impossible at their bound state.
"No," he strokes her hair with an uncharacteristic gentleness. "I may have been infatuated with that Sakura, but I'm in love with this one."
She smile at his words and threads her fingers with his. Lightly, she places kiss on the back of his hand before flipping it over and sinking her teeth into his wrist.
"What are you doing?" he asks as he realizes her intentions.
When she pulls away, her eyes glint mischievously. "What's it look like?" she asks before standing and pouring herself some whisky from the one bottle that remained intact. "I'm freeing you."
"And why the hell would you do that now?" Sasuke half-yells as he watches the 'S' on her own arm disappear.
"You'll see," she responds vaguely before draining her glass.