This is a rewritten version of the end of chapter 25. You MUST read it because it is very different. (besides I deleted the previous version muahahaha)
As Yori entered the room she immediately noticed the comforting smell of dust and ink that reminded her of the library at school. The shelves almost reached the ceiling, lining the walls with books. They were all hard cover and had an aged look about them that seemed to indicate their importance. She couldn't help but walk along the shelves, running her fingers along their bindings.
Upon scanning the titles, she realized they were all books about vampires and she instantly took in a breath of fascination. Books on this subject would have never interested her before but now she knew these beings actually existed. Because she was in a building where vampire's lived she knew instantly that the information bound within these titles would be accurately informative.
She stopped and brushed her fingers along the cool dark leather of one that seemed older than the rest.
"Go ahead."
She startled at the deep sound of his voice, having been so absorbed by the amount of literature around her. Glancing up from the book under her fingers, she noticed that he was leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed, completely relaxed and watching her patiently.
She bravely took the aged book off the shelf and opened it, gently turning the thin and weathered pages. Even the title looked gothic with letters that threaded across the page in an ancient style. Pureblood Family History.
"What's Pureblood?" she asked absentmindedly, not really expecting an answer.
"It's a type of vampire." he told her calmly.
Her head instantly shot out of the book. "There are different types of vampires?"
He smiled at her seemingly amused at her naiveté. "Yeah."
Just the idea that there was more than one type of vampire immediately alerted her to the fact that she really knew nothing about them. She glanced around the room again, realizing just how many books there were and just how much she could actually learn in this room.
"I can read these?" Her voice betrayed her excitement at the thought.
He just smiled at her again. "Take whichever you like."
In the back of her mind she wondered at his purpose for taking her here, but her interest in reading the books in front of her quickly took over. She carefully replaced the one in her hands back on the shelf, sliding it between two other titles that also looked aged and cared for.
As she strolled along the shelves the enormity of information became slightly overwhelming. She didn't know where to begin. There were so many and she wanted to read all of them! Yori instantly realized she could probably spend hours in this room just reading. It had a cool dark atmosphere that felt very private and secretive, even better than the corner she had claimed at the library.
Aidou had apparently noticed her indecision. "Would you like me to make a suggestion?"
She glanced over at him slightly relieved. "Would you?"
He nodded before strolling to stand next to her, then reached up to one of the top shelves. He took out a thick book with a dark cover and held it out for her. Her hand brushed across his as she took it from him. It had looked like he had moved just slightly so that their hands would touch, but she couldn't be sure.
Reverently holding the book in her hands she read the title. Vampire Society and Culture. Her lips curved slightly at the corners. For some reason this title amused her. Vampire culture? Then it dawned on her that it would make sense for them to have a different idea of social status. Drinking blood would have to dramatically change a person's outlook on life.
She was about to open the cover when she felt his arms enclose around her from behind. He took her in a warm embrace and nuzzled her hair gently. At first she stiffened but then she felt a soft heat that seemed to emanate from his body to hers, surrounding and relaxing her. After feeling so lonely for the past several weeks it was difficult to resist being held so gently. She leaned back, resting her head on his chest. He felt solid and strong, as if he could support her endlessly.
"Hanabusa..." her voice came out soft and breathless.
"Hmmm?" he hummed into her hair, the sound creating a soft vibration from his chest that ran along her spine.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, allowing herself to enjoy being close to him. His hands gently rubbed her stomach as if knowing exactly where desire pooled within her. Lean muscles enclosed around her, sheltering her and holding her steadily.
Air floated over her skin as she felt him take in a deep breath above her erratically beating pulse, like he was inhaling her scent. It was one of the first signs of his thirst that she had begun to recognize. The brush of his breath made her skin tingle with anticipation. Giving blood to him was one of the most pleasurable sensations she had ever known. Maybe she should have been ashamed for being such a willing sacrifice, but it was something she secretly longed for. At this moment it didn't matter to her if he was taking advantage.
"Your thirsty again?" she asked as her cheeks grew warm at the thought that she actually wanted him to say yes.
He stilled, muscles tensing slightly around her. It seemed almost as if she had offended him somehow but she didn't understand why.
She spoke again, trying to explain herself. "I don't mind." Her heart beat faster at the thought he might refuse, even though he never had before.
He was silent for so long, just standing there with his arms around her and his nose above her pulse. Bending her head slightly to the side, she taunted him revealing more of her neck. His breathing became deeper as if he were running a mile rather than standing still. Desire for blood was showing in his reaction to her. his lips touched her skin with a soft kiss and she held her breath anticipating the dull pain of his fangs.
It didn't come though. Instead he just kissed her lightly and she continued to hold her breath, not knowing what to expect. Her concentration was so absorbed in the feel of his lips on her skin that at first she didn't notice his hands moving over her stomach. She glanced down to see long fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her uniform.
He had said before that he wanted more than her blood. Was this what he meant? Tears clung to her lashes even as heat washed over her. The emotions of fear and sexual desire contrasted sharply within her. It seemed he wanted all of her and she knew she wouldn't refuse him. As if in a trance, she watched his hands move closer to her face with each button, loosening the front of her shirt.
Her hands gripped the book as the last button was undone and the front of her school uniform hung loosely along her sides, baring a white strip of naked flesh. Her eyes followed his hand as his fingers disappeared beneath the cloth and moved to touch her breast. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers enclosed around her nipple, squeezing it gently.
She felt him place more kisses along her neck as he pulled the material of her uniform away from her shoulders, following the cloth with his lips. Her chest was completely bared and her nipples tightened as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. She immediately closed her eyes, not wanting to look at the way her skin seemed to stretch across her bones. Goosebumps formed on her torso despite the warmth of his hands as they brushed over her ribs.
"I know you don't see it." His voice was deep and mesmerizing and although she allowed it to soothe her, she was filled with confusion over the meaning of his words.
"See what?" she asked as she felt his hands travel upwards, brushing lightly along her skin as they traveled to the undersides of her breasts..
"How beautiful you are." he said as his hands cupped their slight weight, kneading the supple skin.
Despite his soft touch and soothing voice, those words seemed to hit a tender spot inside her. She felt a single hot tear trickle down her cheek as her vision became slightly blurred. All the physical cruelty she had endured was nothing compared to this emotional battering. Angry yelling would have been tolerable but being touched so gently as his voice whispered to her, tore her apart. Shame filled her at the thought of how her body must look. In the past several weeks she hadn't been eating with the subconscious intention to make herself slowly whither away in the hopes that she could eventually disappear. Now, she felt the sudden urge to apologize, but she didn't know to whom she owed the remorse.
"Everything about you is beautiful." he spoke against her shoulder before kissing her softly, as if trying to comfort her.
She clung to the sound of his voice as her body seemed to sway back and forth. It felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and he was the only one keeping her from falling. The way he was slowly stripping away barriers she had so carefully erected around her heart made her feel dreadfully exposed and uneasy. The cloth of her uniform slid along her upper arms as he pulled it lower and she protectively pressed the book against her stomach, stopping it from moving any further.
His hands moved to cover hers, gently coaxing her to relax. He rubbed his palms against her fingers, massaging the muscles until she let the tension in them release. Her mind seemed detached from her body and she watched his hands take the book from hers as if it was happening to somebody else or like she was viewing it from a distance. She seemed to instinctively cloud her mind all on her own, not wanting to register what was happening. The events around her seemed unreal and she remained motionless as he placed the book back on the shelf, laying it on top of the others.
Even though her body had no dark bruises, she felt like they were still there and the way he was so slowly undressing her made the room seem to close in around her. While his hands pulled her shirt down her arms she continued to deny reality. Her brain became increasingly fuzzy, trying to ignore the sound of the cloth falling in a clump on the floor around her feet.
A small whimper escaped her throat revealing her sense of helplessness. Her hands started to shake. She would have collapsed then and there if he hadn't wrapped his arms around her, holding her comfortingly against him.
"Shhhh, you have nothing to be ashamed of." he spoke softly into her ear, whispering words of understanding.
She took in a shaky breath as she let his voice anchor her to the ground. He had seen her naked before, so feeling fear didn't make sense. But the way he was doing this somehow felt different. Maybe it was just the room or the fact that it had been so long since he had touched her like this. All she knew for sure was that he was the only one who could ever undress her so completely. He was the only person she had ever let in.
Her mind raced through these thoughts as his hands moved to the zipper at the waist of her skirt. Then her heart doubled in speed as she realized he wasn't going to stop. With gentle persistence he pulled down the zipper, the sound of the metal seemed to echo throughout the room. She turned her head, burying it in the muscles of his shoulder as her skirt loosened then fell to the floor. It was too difficult to watch him do this and she closed her eyes, trying to hide as hot shame traveled through her veins.
His hands were stroking her softly, moving along the skin that stretched over her ribs and over her flat stomach. She pictured her body in her mind, a disgusting skeleton of flesh. Heat flushed her cheeks and she squeezed her eyes shut as her body quivered from the feather light brush of his fingers.
Like a stone statue, she was completely unable to move, even as his hand slipped underneath the white cloth of her underwear and his fingers touched her intimately. Moist heat formed at her center as her body completely betrayed her mind, reacting openly to his touch. With him it didn't seem to matter where they were or how much she tried to deny it, she still wanted him to touch her and her thighs squeezed his hand between her legs revealing her innermost thoughts. She felt his other hand at the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair. He turned her away from his chest and she allowed him to bend her head slightly so she was facing the floor.
"I want you to watch." his voice spoke into her ear seductively.
She didn't know why but she did as he commanded, opening her eyes to see the view below her. Her body was naked and her breasts hung in front of her, nipples hardened into little nubs from arousal and the cool atmosphere. His forearm was surrounded in the dark cloth of his shirt and was pressed against her stomach, contrasting greatly with her pale skin. She could see slight movement from his hand that was hidden between her legs underneath the white cotton fabric of her underwear. It looked...sexy.
Seeing his forearm move slightly in rhythm with his fingers in the folds of her flesh was breathtaking. Another moan escaped her as she watched his arm move lower and felt one of his fingers slip inside her. The way he was touching her made the sound of her own heart hammer in her head, and her hips began moving against his hand as her body tried to bring itself to climax.
Deep sounds traveled to her ear with his warm breath as he spoke to her, but her mind couldn't register anything he was saying. The pounding pleasure in her head was far too loud and the movement of his fingers inside her caused helpless moans to sound from her throat as her inner muscles clenched around him. All she could do was grip the arm around her waist as he supported her through one tremor of her orgasm to another. The initial fear of him exposing her body and removing walls around her secrets only seemed to intensify the experience and her muscles shook with each wave of her climax.
She didn't know how long she stood there letting him support her. The deep thumping of her heart gradually softened as her breathing slowly became easier. The fog in her mind dissipated and reality began to settle in.
It wasn't until much later that she noticed that the entire length of his body was pressed against hers. He was still holding her tightly as he took in deep breaths, struggling with his own desire. It may have just been a desire for blood. It was impossible for her to tell for sure. All she knew was that she was finally able to breathe normally but he was still struggling for air. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her back slightly so their bodies pressed together. Instantly she felt his hardened arousal as it pressed into her more pliant body.
"You do this to me." his lips moved over her ear with each word as his husky voice caused another wave of desire to wash over her.
Even though she had never thought of herself as being beautiful, she could at least believe that he thought she was. To others this may not have seemed like much but the thought warmed her to the core. For the time being, she could feel beautiful in his eyes even if she wasn't in her own.
Something sharp brushed against her neck, bringing her thoughts back to her present position. He was thirsty, but for some reason he was holding back. Again she moved her head to the side trying to let him know he had her permission. His tongue brushed wetly along an extremely sensitive spot on the side of her neck. At first she didn't understand why it felt sore but then she remembered the night before. There was still a wound there from his last bite. Was that why he didn't want to? She wondered if she should have been ashamed to admit that the already existing bite marks didn't cause her to feel any reservations. She still wanted him to continue.
He remained silent and still with his mouth above the previous fang marks and she took in a shaky breath, before attempting to speak her mind.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, but it doesn't bother me." She squeezed her eyes close and revealed a small piece of her heart. "It's probably wrong but...I want you to."
He still didn't respond. The silence seemed to stretch endlessly and she bit down hard on her lip to try to brace herself for him to either take blood from her or even worse, refuse her. What would he think of her now? A human girl who would give him blood so willingly over and over again. The odd thing was that unlike just about everything else in her life, when it came to him drinking her blood, she didn't feel shame.
"There's nothing wrong with you." He finally spoke keeping his mouth over her neck. "It's supposed to be this way."
Even as he tried to reassure her she could tell he was struggling to hold back. Each word had come out forced and his voice was rough. Every muscle in his body was tense and he was gripping her hips tightly, digging his fingers into her sides. She moved her hands over his as he had done to her before, trying to relax the tension in the muscles of his fingers.
It worked, his breathing slowed slightly as his hands relaxed. It would have relaxed her as well if he hadn't begun pulling the sides of her underwear lower. The material slipped over her hips and along her thighs. Stopping him was completely beyond her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to anyways. There wasn't a single thing they had done together that she had ever regretted.
"I should have told you a long time ago." he said as he straightened behind her, snaking an arm around her waist to hold her steady.
She felt him fumbling behind her before his naked arousal pressed warmly against her. "What?" she asked breathlessly, amazed she could even speak.
He pressed himself firmly at the juncture between her thighs and she moaned helplessly as her body swayed. Unable to stand on her feet alone she leaned forward, grasping the bookshelf in front of her for support. Without tensing or using any effort at all, he lifted her hips slightly, almost causing her feet to lift off the floor. Another moan escaped from her lips as she felt his length slightly penetrating her.
"I told you I wanted more than your blood." It still sounded like it was difficult for him to speak and he leaned over her, with his chest pressed warmly against her back. His hair brushed against her cheek as he lowered his head over her neck and breathed in deeply, taking in her scent.
"When I bite you it means something more." His mouth was moving against her neck with each word and she quivered with anticipation. He pushed inside her, stretching her completely. It was an intensely pleasurable sensation and she found herself pushing the bookshelf in front of her, trying to take in more of him.
"Hanabusa...please." She managed to voice words through short gasps. The feel of him inside her yet not moving at all was slowly killing her. The room they were in no longer existed. All of her attention was focused on her increasing desire and the way he was almost unbearably stretching her inner walls.
But he didn't seem to listen and instead held still, not moving her and not biting her. It was torture, but as always he somehow managed to maintain control.
"Yori..." His voice was coarse. "I want you to know..." he spoke as he pushed inside her a little bit more, making her muscles involuntarily spasm around him. He shuddered slightly but continued to grip her hips firmly, not letting her move. "I want you to know that when I bite you I..." He let out his breath all at once with his struggle to speak, but she didn't care. The almost painful pleasure of feeling him inside her was too much and she squirmed underneath him.
"Ahhh jesus don't do that." he said shakily.
"What...this?" She ignored him and tightened her inner walls around him again, bringing out yet another delightful tremor from his body. She would have smirked if it hadn't caused her to have the same response.
His breathing became increasingly labored and his mouth moved over the mark on her neck. He didn't give up though and he spoke one last time. "Yori, I love you."
Her mind was so clouded with desire that she didn't have time to process his confession. He moved too quickly, sinking his fangs into the sensitive wound on her neck. Her loud cry echoed around the room as he bit through the previous marks. Sharp pain was immediately proceeded by a feeling of raw ecstasy as her blood flowed into him.
It was then that he finally began moving inside her, and if he hadn't been holding her up she was sure she would have fallen to the floor. He moved in and out of her with hard and sure strokes, pressing her up against the shelves with her cheek against the cool surface of hard-covered books. The warmth of his chest pressed against her back and she felt him moaning deeply against her neck with each thrust.
She couldn't hold back for long. Moans of pleasure sounded around the room and she wasn't quite sure if they were coming form her, but they must have been. Her walls coiled tightly around his length as the full intensity of the sensations hit her. Waves of pleasure spiraled throughout her body yet again and she let herself be taken over the edge. Maintaining her hold on the shelves in front of her was impossible and his arm around her waist tightened as he completely supporting her. He came inside her while biting harder on the skin of her neck. His entire body shuddered against hers as he groaned deeply with the intensity of his orgasm.
After one last tremor, his body relaxed and he leaned against her tiredly. She was pressed up against the shelves but she didn't mind as exhaustion took over. Their labored pants filled the room as they both tried to recover. She felt him pull his fangs out of her neck and begin licking the skin around the tender wound. Intimate silence passed between them. It was exquisitely private and although there were things she wanted to say she didn't want to disturb the peaceful serenity of being so close to him. The first sound that interrupted the effect was her gasp as he pulled out of her, rubbing the sensitive flesh.
He lowered her feet to the ground but she couldn't hold herself up at all. The shaking muscles in her legs wouldn't support her. It didn't matter though because he continued to hold her as he turned her around to face him.
He bent his head and kissed her, pressing his tongue gently between her lips. It felt different from any other time they had kissed since the sexual tension was gone, but he continued to kiss her anyways, stroking the inside of her mouth with his tongue and rubbing his lips softly against hers. Her heart ached from everything they had just done and she found herself leaning into him even as he lifted his head. He didn't pull away and she rested her forehead against his chest.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" he spoke into her hair as his arms tensed around her possessively. He seemed worried about her response and held her as if trying to stop her from getting away.
There was no way she could ever say no to this question. The thought of going home and sleeping alone that night made her feel empty inside. The first time she had told him to stay away from her had literally almost broken her. Now that he had returned to her life she could never go back to the dark existence she had somehow survived over the past several weeks.
She smiled secretly to herself as she realized despite all these thoughts she couldn't put any of them into words. Instead, she just nodded against his chest.
He let out a breath that he had apparently been holding. As he bent down to dress himself she placed her hands on his shoulders, still trying to keep from falling. Even inches apart felt like vast distances as he stepped away slightly, grabbing her clothes off the floor.
She began to feel uncomfortable and was about to say something when the breath was knocked out of her as he swiftly picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. He turned to leave.
"Wait Hanabusa!"
He stopped. "What?"
She reached an arm towards the shelf. "My book."
He stepped back enough so she could grab it in her outstretched hand. Then turned to leave the room with her in his arms.
Kain was dead tired when he finally got back to the moon dorms from class. He wondered where the heck his idiot cousin had been lately. Aidou had apparently decided he no longer needed to go to class because he hadn't shown up in ages. Kain let out a sigh as he wondered how he should go about scolding his reckless and impulsive cousin.
Some of the other night class students had also just returned and were sitting and socializing in the lobby. Normally he would stay but he was too tired tonight and just wanted to get some rest. So he headed up the stairs anxious to get to his room and lay in his comfortable bed.
He finally got to his door only to see that a white piece of paper was taped to it with scribbled writing.
Go away Akatsuki.
What the hell? It was so like Hanabusa to think he owned the place. Kain was about to open the door anyways when he heard a female moan come from inside the room. He stilled and was thankful nobody else was around to see his cheeks slightly color in a very undignified blush.
He put a hand over his face as he walked away from the room. It looked like he'd be sleeping on the couch again. As usual, Aidou owed him big time for this.
But even though he was tired and annoyed with his cousin, Kain couldn't help but let a small and uncharacteristic smile escape his lips.
I realized before that I hadn't taken enough care with this scene in a subconscious effort to detach myself from the characters because I'm sad that this story has to end. I like this version MUCH better and I certainly hope you did too.
I will probably also selfishly take my time with the next chapter. Hopefully the wait will be worth it though.