Chip: Hey guys, this one has a warning on it. Beware the shounen-air/slash going on in this drabble (though it's very slight). The basic pairing is Juuri x Rido/Juuri x Haruka; it's also Rido x Haruka though, so if that makes you uncomfortable for any reason, run away. (Though really, I can't imagine how it could be unappealing to anyone who read or watched VK, but that's just me.) So there, fair warning.
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Her head is thrown back against his shoulder; hair the color of teak spills down around her thin shoulders and over his knuckles, where he grasps her forearms to hold her still. She's in his lap, weak and limp with blood-loss; the material of her thin dress crumpled over her thighs and between her fingers in her attempt to keep from crying out. Her eyes, dark like the blood that flows between them, are wide and sightless. She stares up at the roof, like a porcelain doll. A broken belle-doll, in his arms.
His lips linger idly over her throat, though he's taken more than his fill already. Still, there is something thrilling in kissing his way up her smooth, chill skin to the soft curve of her ear; something that makes him burn as he nibbles the lobe lightly. Her mouth falls open in a little gasp that's half-shock, half-pleasure.
He delights in her surrender, and in stealing her will so thoroughly.
Just then, the room is no longer so private; framed in the open doorway is the person to whom she is betrothed--whom their parents say she belongs to.
"Haruka," he whispers, giving his little brother an unkind smile. "She is so sweet; so very wasted on one such as you." He kisses her throat, the stained skin were her blood lingers though the wounds have closed.
In a moment, Haruka is there in front of him and Juuri is ripped from his arms; he lets her go, his fun over for now. There's no point in doing battle when their parents--interfering fools--are home.
Haruka cradles her body close to his chest, supporting her with both arms. His eyes glow crimson; there's threat written into every inch of him. His fangs make pointed indents against his lower lip.
"You had no right, Rido." He's angry--so very angry. There are few things in the world that Rido likes more than to watch Haruka tremble with rage--Haruka, the untouchable, unshakeable Haruka.
His grin is equal part satisfaction and impending promise.
"That's your problem, otouto; you never learned to share."
