A/N: Description of sexual acts. I am changing the rating of this story because of this chapter. You are welcome to drop suggestions in the reviews. This is also my first ever smut scene, so please bear with me if you find inconsistencies. I am not experienced in this, I'm giddy as to how you guys will receive this. I intended to keep the author's note short because I know how annoying they are at times, but please understand that I am a fetus writer and I may make mistakes.

I've never attempted this before and asasdfghjk ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ I hope you like it. (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Laito watched the needles on the grandfather clock tick down to ten o'clock. Another hour close to getting his revenge. He felt himself getting excited over the fact that he would get to watch her tear streaked face while they slaughtered her at the altar for the ritual. He didn't know what Reiji was up to, but he knew enough to be assured that the little bitch will not get away unscathed this time.

His cheek still stung from the slap. He raised his hand over it, relishing the thumping of his heart as he realised that he could do whatever he wanted with her body once it was useless and on the ground. She wouldn't resist his advances, she wouldn't dare raise a hand against him, for she would no longer have the blood in her body left to do so. It could be different for his other brothers, but he knew that his blood brothers were opposed to the idea of her existing in someone else's company. Be it the Mukamis or the Tsukinamis, it was always going to be a reminder that they had failed to keep their belongings to themselves. Today it was the sacrificial bride, tomorrow it would be their estate, someday it would be their identity and their name.

He watched his older brother tag along the bride as they both entered the mansion. Look at the bitch, he thought. Revelling in all the attention she has. He wondered what might have happened if he did not tell Reiji to be careful around her and not to harm her after they had encountered her at school with the Mukami scoundrels. What might have been the aftermath of the war that started between the founders and the Sakamakis if it wasn't for the weak, pathetic girl involved. What might have happened if Kou had been successful in his plan and their father hadn't intervened in their fight against the Tsukinamis.

He still needed his sleep, he thought. Retiring to bed when within hours he would get to see the little bitch's chest open and her innards exposed was not an ideal thought, but at this moment, Laito couldn't care less.

He stretched against the railing of the balcony, returning to his room and slinking back into his coffin. He wondered what would Ayato do, as he saw the bitch plead for her life before them. The thought excited him the most, as he shut the coffin and went to sleep.

Yui shut the door behind her, Ayato pounding on it as hard as he could. Her heart fluttered for some reason, something she couldn't point her finger at. Her mind flitted between thoughts, juggling possibilities as she might possibly leave this mansion and live with her father, as Reiji promised, but for two months. She definitely wanted to switch to a day school, though her schedule had been largely nocturnal because she had to attend school with them. Who knows, maybe she will get accustomed to a diurnal cycle when she went back home. Ayato finally stopped banging at the door, and Yui heaved a sigh of relief.

She saw the dress kept on her bed, and decided to start getting ready. Reiji would reprimand her severely for making a single mistake. Her hands unfolded the dress and laid it on the sheets. It was a pretty off white frock with pearls adorning the neckline. The skirt was a sheer, gossamer tulle, fluffy and roomy for her movement. The sleeves ended in a lacy ruffle just beyond the elbows. The back laced up behind the dress.

Yui was never a person who sought vanity or took pride in worldly, materialistic desires. The only thing she did have some passion for was gardening, but as she grew up, that hobby didn't interest her as much. She used to read a lot back at the convent, when she attended the Christian school. Her room used to be overflowing with books and encyclopaedias when she came as a teen. She loved researching biblical myths, and was determined to one day dedicate her service to the lord and become a nun. Her father wanted her to become a doctor, though. She was a bookish person, and had a compassion for living beings.

She didn't think she would be able to reignite her faith for the Lord anymore, though. She still had some hope to make it in the medical field, though. She'd have to slog her time for the medical school, she might really be exhausted by the time she came out of it, and perhaps she might have to give up on it fast because of the time demanded by her hosts for their "activities". But she had finally gotten a chance to be something more than what she was, and she was not going to let go of it so easily.

She'd slipped on her dress, and as she struggled with the laces, she heard a knock on the door. Soft, casual. Her back fluttered, as she raced towards the door, wondering if Reiji was on the other side, ready with a set of instructions that she was bound to mess up on. But as she opened the door, she found Subaru, his hands folded across his chest, the glint of his brass necklace blinding her for a second.

"Good morning, Subaru kun…" she said, looking around for signs of Ayato nearby. He'd not leave her unscathed if he saw her interacting with the tsundere. With the groping she had received after she told him Reiji had visited her, she knew it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Yeah, whatever," Subaru cupped a hand behind his neck, scratching as though trying to curb some inexplicable feeling, as he often did. "I want a favour from you."

Yui felt the back flap rap against her armpit, and felt a bit embarrassed. She should have called a maid to help, but she was forbidden to speak to the household help. "Yes, I will be glad to help."

"Who asked for your help?" Subaru exclaimed, and Yui was confused.

"I thought you just said…"

"Yeah, I wanted a favour, not help from some measly woman like you," Subaru said, annoyed. His pretty pink eyes shined in the dawn light with a dull glow, and she momentarily forgot that he was confused about asking for a favour and seeking help. She shook her head. "Okay, I'm listening."

"I want you to visit the tower once, if possible." He refused to look into her eyes. Why was he so shy all of a sudden? "And, well, my mother wanted to see you."

Yui didn't know how to respond. "I… well, I'd drop by once I'm finished getting ready, would it be okay?"

Subaru grunted. "I guess."

"Oi, Pancake." Ayato emerged from behind him. Yui blushed, wondering if he had been listening to their conversation.

Ayato seemed to have caught her reaction well. "Ah, your cheeks are painted bright red. I know the effect I have on you."

Yui covered her face in her hands. "Don't say that, Ayato kun."

Subaru turned towards him, scowling. "You can do lewd things when I'm not in your presence, you retard!"

"Who you calling a retard?" Ayato hissed at him. "Stupid."

Yui sought to resolve the conflict. "Subaru kun, I will reach you as soon as I can. Ayato kun," she turned towards the red head, "I need a bit of help."

Ayato rolled his eyes. "Move over, McFairyFace." He pushed Subaru to the side, and quickly locked the door behind him. Yui's heart leapt out of her throat as he leaned back on her bed, feeling it beneath his fingers. What was he doing? Why did she never understand this boy?

"Why did you need me?" Ayato said, flashing his fangs.

"I… can you lace this up for me?" she asked, and turned around, hoping against hope that Ayato would not utter any stupid remarks…

"Damn, you don't need any bra to hold them little tiddies, right?" Ayato said, standing right beside her. At that moment, she felt the most embarrassed she had ever felt. She also felt the intense urge to stab him.

"That's rude, Ayato kun," she said. Ayato snickered behind her, and she felt that murderous intent grow bigger inside her.

"They're too small for you to consider giving them support."

Ouch. "They're a bit on the smaller side, but you don't get to comment on them."

"Maybe I can get them to…" he grinned suggestively.

Yui stared at him furiously. "That's rude, Ayato kun."

"Don't tell me how I oughtta behave, Pancake." He proceeded to snap the lace tightly as she winced. He was too cruel towards her sometimes.

"I just wish that we'd get along a bit more," she whispered, and felt the lace go slack. Ayato sighed, as he walked her towards her dresser, pushing her into the seat. Her chest heaved as he sat down at her level, struggling a bit with his knots, but diligently working his way up through the laces.

"Why would you want to spend time with someone like me?" Ayato asked, surprising Yui. She'd never actually thought why, because she never needed a reason to. Now that Ayato posed her with this moral dilemma, she didn't know how to answer it.

She froze for a moment as one of his fingers brushed her skin. She could see him tense up as well, his eyebrows knotting up in confusion. She watched him in the mirror as he struggled to get back to his work, knotting up without touching her. She felt her throat run dry. Why would he act like that in front of her? Was she undesirable? She knew he liked bigger breasts, but she didn't know why he'd look at her like that in front of her if he had no interest.

"I honestly can't say." Yui noticed the scowl on his face, and retracted back. "I mean, I know but I can't, you know, express it in words."

"You can try."

"But it won't do my reasons any justice."

Ayato smiled smugly. "But you do have reasons, and that is enough for me."

Yui's forehead creased. "What is enough for you, though?"

Ayato tugged at her lace, securing it in place. "I haven't found it yet. The limit that defines enough for me. I don't know how far it can go, but you definitely stand right at the edge of that limit."

Yui breathed. She didn't know how to respond to such a vague answer.

"Do you know your limits, though?" He questioned. "Do you know who stands at the edge of it?"

She let out a nervous laugh. "My life is defined by limits, Ayato kun." She watched him stiffen in the mirror. Pausing for a brief moment, she said, "I know I have a very brief life compared to you. I know nothing can change my fate. I have been brought up in a very humble household. Before coming here the only thing that was on my mind was the fact that I was going to be spending my days with people haven't known my entire life. I had my future planned for me. I wanted to get married, Ayato kun. Now I have the thinnest chance of surviving past the next few months."

Ayato stared at her intently. "It's stupid. How your life is defined by limits and mine is the total opposite." He sighed. "It just means I cannot achieve what you can. The pinnacle of your being. I might just keep on chasing the idea of perfection and fall short of it every time I come close to it."

Yui felt a sudden instinct call upon her, as she merely said, "It doesn't matter if you become the best or not, Ayato kun. At least," she paused, looking at him in the mirror, "not for me."

"But I want to be the best," he argued, his hands falling lightly on her shoulders. "Want to be better than everyone. In every aspect."

"It's a ghost of a past you can't let go, Ayato kun." She didn't like how she resonated with the beast that he was. She didn't like that she understood him. She didn't like that his features settled into a peaceful expression, as everything finally made sense to him. She didn't want to relate to him. She didn't want to make him at ease.

But her mind felt light as he did find meaning behind his struggle.

Her train of thought was interrupted by his knuckles softly brushing on her warm skin, earning a shudder from her.

"Yui…" Ayato breathed, his nose resting at the nape of her neck, and she closed her eyes. His touch elicited responses in her, and she wanted him to explore more. His hand came from behind her neck, his finger curling behind her chin, and slowly tipping her head up. Her heartbeat flew out of control as his lips trailed across her skin, settling in the hollow of her neck.

Her hands went into the mess of his hair, and she breathed hard. The euphoric sensation got to her head as his hand rested at the small of her back, rubbing in small circles. He suddenly raised his head. "Look at me, Yui."

She opened her eyes, her hands still tangled in his hair, a small sound escaping her as she found herself on her bed, Ayato's weight pinning her down. He heaved as he traced a finger from her collarbone to her sternum, the touch soft, unsure, uncertain. She wanted him to go further south, she wanted him as much as he wanted her in the moment. He looked at her, impatient, wanting more, as he slipped out of his hot hoodie, tossing it in the back, as he rested his forehead against hers. With each breath, their skin touching, her hands on his abs, his hand slipping inside her dress, squeezing. She yelped, and he quickly covered her mouth with his, conquering the kiss. His fingers dug deep into her skin at the back of her neck, as Yui lost track of her sensation. Ayato's hands pushed her closer to him, his cold, naked skin feeling a welcome void against her warm body.

Her mind was a mess of emotions. She shouldn't be in bed with a vampire. It's not natural. She shouldn't heed to his demands. She shouldn't like when his hands explore her inexperienced body. She shouldn't yelp as he peppered her skin with rewarding kisses. But there was a certain ardour with which he held her, his lips trailing on her skin. He groaned hard in her mouth, his hands pressing her chest closer to him, as his hand slipped back inside, exploring inside her tulle skirt, his curiosity unsatisfied. He pulled back, as she lost her grip on his hair, her body a quivering mess. He examined her, his eyes taking in her every breath as his hand inched close to the space between her thighs.

"Ayato kun," Yui rolled his name off her tongue, her hand cupping his cold cheek. He leaned into her touch, and Yui gasped, as his finger slid inside her.

She suddenly felt extremely hot. Everywhere. On every square inch of her body, she could feel a sensation that frayed up her nerves, a sort of fire that produced something delectable on her skin. Her back arched as she felt something build up inside her, a knot in her stomach unravelling with an urgency that only Ayato could match.

She was going to be destroyed if he kept going.

This wasn't right.

She shouldn't be doing this when she was going to her Lord back again.

But it felt so good.

Soon, she felt him add another finger, resting his head on her chest, his ear poised over her heart, as he went faster, his hand pulling hers, digging his nails into her knuckles. He bit into her breast as she moaned audibly. His voice was breathy as he pulled her down, his lips caressing her ear. "Say it. Say that you want me."

The rush of blood to her ears, the sweaty mess of her limbs, the hazy vision, all made her a bit more compliant, as she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I…" she gasped as his pace quickened. "I want you, Ayato kun."

He licked the sensitive spot behind her ear, as the tension inside her exploded into a quake, his lips finding new places to bite into. He pulled down the neckline of her dress, the mounds of her flesh flush against his mouth as he nipped at the skin, hard and mercilessly. Yui couldn't tell what he was doing, as the pleasure and pain mixed until she couldn't identify them anymore.

She felt light.

His heavy head weighed down on her as he pressed harder on her walls, and she experienced it all over again. The incomprehensible range of emotions as her hands held onto his shoulders, her vision going out for a brief matter of seconds, until she heard him lick his fingers, gulping down.

Her chest heaved as his voice rumbled against her skin. "You are absolutely delicious."

Her hands sought out to cradle his head. She felt him smile, content against her skin, as her fingers disappeared once more into his hair.

"I want you too, Yui."

She exhaled as he settled into her embrace, her chest rising and falling. She was hyperaware of his smooth muscles through the thin material of her frock, as he giggled, the sound a low rumble against her overtly sensitive skin. There was just one thing that made her worry a little.

That he would never have enough of her.