Chapter Twenty-Seven – A Human Feed

"You need us to what?" Monk-san almost shouted, watching Ichijou's blue eyes wince slightly at the volume. He was in the Chairman's office with Naru, Lin, Ayako, Masako, Kaname, Cross, Yuuki and Ichijou. They had convened a meeting to talk about John and Mai, who had experienced their first bout of bloodlust two nights ago. Since then John had drunk regularly from Ichijou, while Mai had refused any future feedings.

"I know it seems strange, but there is simply something in human blood that fledglings can't get from ours. John is progressing fine for now, but he needs a human feed to boost his strength. As for Mai, she's refusing blood in any and all forms." Ichijou explained sympathetically, understanding the monk's reluctance. They couldn't guarantee their safety. If something went wrong during the exchange then someone could end up dead. He watched the monk fold his arms and nod his understanding.

"I get that, but could we not…draw the blood off and give it to them in glasses?" He asked, watching the blonde vampire get to his feet. The rest of the group remained silent, quite content to allow the two blondes have it out. Naru watched intently from his place on one of the sofas, listening to the rhythmic tapping of Lin's fingers on his keyboard.

"In the future this would be the ideal method, but the first meal is always best fresh. Certain cells simply don't survive a transfusion, or drop in temperature." Ichijou replied almost apologetically. The monk shifted his gaze to Ayako, who nodded her agreement. The monk returned to pacing while Ichijou crossed to the window, staring out at the path below. It was quiet. The Day Class was in full swing, so the grounds were quite empty for now.

"I won't lie, there is a high risk of death. Fledglings are notoriously difficult to control during bloodlust, and generally the first feed is the worst. We cannot guarantee your safety, but Mai and John do need fresh blood." Kaname spoke up, able to pick out already who would volunteer. Lin looked up from his work, his eyes scanning the group. He too was aware of who would step forward. He shifted his eyes to Naru, sighing inwardly.

"Take mine." He said simply. No one spoke out. No one would dare.

"Alright, fine!" Monk-san said finally, looking as if he already regretted the decision as he ran a hand through his tied up hair.

"Houshou!" Ayako objected, her cheeks colouring as she let his first name slip out. The monk gave her an almost wolfish grin, hoping he looked more confident than he felt.

"I'll be fine! Besides, who else could it be? Lin's powers are needed right now to protect the school, Masako is too frail for this sort of job, and you'll be needed when we get out to patch us up." The monk listed, which Lin couldn't argue with. He would gladly take Naru's place, but Naru's powers were too unpredictable to be left as a last line of defence. It was a shame Takigawa had to be the second volunteer though. Without John his powers were next in line as the strongest, and most reliable.

"Well, that settles things." Cross added in his usual bright tone, trying to bring some small warmth and sense of ease to the room. Yuuki smiled softly as she looked at her father. He'd always been like that. Looking on the bright side. "Takigawa, Naru. Be sure to eat a lot today! You'll need your strength!" The Chairman added, pushing a tin of biscuits across his desk. Monk-san took one absently and bit into it, staring down at it as he chewed.

"This is almost the best cookie I've ever tasted!" He exclaimed as he took another bite, the Chairman puffing his chest out with pride.

"Isn't it? My darling Yuuki made them for me! She's so thoughtful to her old father!" He said almost tearfully as he clutched the tin to his chest. Kaname smiled as he watched Yuuki's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink at the compliment. The monk turned to the Chairman to continue talking, while Yuuki shifted her gaze to Kaname.

"He's right though, we should see to it that they're well fed." She murmured, Kaname nodding his agreement. They should do all they could to safeguard the humans in their care. Kaname gave Ichijou a look. The blonde nodded his agreement, and compliance.

"You must all come for dinner this evening. Most of the Night Class will be at the school, so there is little risk to your wellbeing." He announced, already planning in his head what he would ask the school cooks to prepare. A lot of red meats and root vegetables would be best. Foods that gave strength and endurance.

"Sure." Monk-san replied easily, apparently feeling better since his exchange with Cross. Ayako got to her feet, preparing to take her leave.

"I'd best prepare the infirmary." She announced, Monk-san following after her as she left the room. Lin didn't need to see her biting her lip or tapping her foot to know she was worried. He was worried too. At least she's on top of it. He thought, knowing that she would do everything she could think of to ensure the infirmary was ready to go at a moment's notice.

"Naru, I should also prepare." Lin said, wondering if there was some form of protection spell that would cover this sort of thing. If he found any protective talismans in his research he could have Ayako make them up. Her talismans were sometimes even better than his own. The younger teen nodded his agreement and got to his feet, a little agitated as he waited for nightfall.

"I will assist Ayako." Masako decided, seeing no reason to be left behind with the vampires alone. Kaname watched the remaining humans depart before getting to his feet. They would have their own preparations to make. Ichijou headed for the door, intending to carry out his task before returning to John.

"Will you join us this evening?" Kaname asked as he looked across to the Chairman, who shook his head as he leaned back in his desk chair.

"Someone will need to keep an eye out." He excused. It was unusual for Cross to get involved himself, though Kaname couldn't deny that this would be a good opportunity for an enemy to strike. With many of the Night Class distracted, and the humans weakened, their defences would be lowered.


"I really don't think this is a good idea." John objected once again. He had been uttering similar phrases since the idea had first been proposed. Ichijou gave him a warm smile as he sat beside John on the bed, one elegant hand reaching up to caress John's plump cheek. He reminds me of a cherub. The older vampire thought fondly, enjoying the warmth of his partner's skin.

"It's a good idea because you know him. You're more likely to maintain some level of control with someone you care for, and I will be here the whole time. If it becomes too much I'll pull you back." He assured, feeling John lean into his touch. Ichijou leaned forward with a chuckle and planted a kiss on John's innocent lips, his blood heating as a small moan escaped the younger boy. John's eyes fluttered, his crystal gaze heating up as he returned the kiss. "Later." Ichijou said finally, uncertain it was a good idea to get John so excited.

"I'm not ready!" John objected fearfully as Ichijou headed for the door, giving what he hoped was an assuring look as he rested his hand on the doorknob.

"You'll be fine. Take as much time as you need." He advised calmly, giving the exorcist no time to respond as he pulled the door open. John swallowed as he met Takigawa's gaze, the older man trying to look nonchalant as he stepped into the doorway with his hands jammed in his pockets. He put on his usual grin as he raised a hand in greeting, but John could smell his apprehension. The scent almost made his heart race.

"Hey John, long time no see." Monk-san greeted, doing his best to sound carefree, though he swore he could hear a quiver in his own voice. John looked uncertain, nervous, maybe even scared. Monk-san couldn't blame him either. John would soon be holding his life in his hands. I must be crazy! "How are you?" The monk asked as he reached the side of the bed.

"I-uh, not so good." John stammered honestly, the monk nodding his agreement. An awkward silence stretched between them, and for a change Ichijou did nothing to intervene. He remained by the door, his blue eyes wandering idly as if he wanted to give them as much privacy as he could. "I heard about Mai…I hope she comes to terms with the change soon." The exorcist added.

"Yeah, she's taking it pretty hard." Takigawa replied, clearing his throat as he turned to perch on the edge of the bed. John was sitting cross legged just behind, the pair turning their heads to look at each other. "So…What should I do?" Monk-san asked, part of him wanting to get it over with, while the other part set his heart racing. His legs twitched slightly as he stifled his fight or flight response. His senses were going crazy. Every fibre of his mortal being objected to being in this room. Ichijou was quietly impressed with the monk's mental strength.

"Perhaps come a little closer." John suggest as he shifted over to make room for the monk. "I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself." He added, unable to meet Takigawa's gaze as the older man shifted to sit beside him, his legs stretched out in front of him. John turned to sit sideways as Monk-san sank back onto the mattress, his unkempt hair fanning out on the pillow. He looked quite beautiful despite his masculine features. John swallowed as his mouth began to water.

"John…Whatever happens, it's ok. I know you'd never hurt me on purpose." Takigawa assured seriously as he clutched John's arm. The younger boy smiled warmly as he laid his hand on the monk's, feeling it quiver against his skin. The older man was always honest, and his words made warmth spread though John's chest. That assurance gave him one less thing to worry about at least.

"That means a lot." John replied, finally able to meet his friend's gaze, though they were both laced with fear and uncertainty. Takigawa's eyes widened as he watched John's bright blue eyes haze over, the colour changing to a deep shade of crimson. Shit! Here we go…The monk did everything within his power to remain as still as possible, unable to help the way his body tensed. John's expression was blank as he opened his mouth, his teeth growing before Takigawa's eyes.

"Gently." Ichijou's voice chimed in warning, the monk turning to look at him for the first time. His eyes were still blue, but sharp. They watched John like a hawk as he lowered himself over the monk. Takigawa would have been embarrassed at being straddled like a lover, but he was shaking so badly he could barely think of anything at all. John was taking his time, allowing his body to press against the warmth beneath him, his hands trailing up and down the monk's sides in anticipation.

Takigawa's objection died on his lips as John's body drew close. Uncomfortably close. The monk felt his cheeks heat as the boy's warm breath danced against his skin, starting at his collarbone before ghosting up to his right shoulder. He gulped as John's lips caressed his skin, which heated as the boy moved higher. He relaxed a little as he caught the smell of something sweet in the air. He felt John's arms embracing him, holding him firmly in place as he kissed and sucked the pale skin. Takigawa couldn't help his body's reaction as he gasped, turning his head to give John better access.

John took full advantage, his body moulding to the monk's as he continued to soften up the skin beneath his lips. Finally something told him it was time. Takigawa half moaned half cried out as John's fangs slipped into his pale flesh. He tried to struggle against the boy above him, but it was like fighting a statue. He could feel the blood leaving his body, but besides the initial stab of pain it didn't hurt. He'd even say if felt good. He was almost ashamed of the gasps and moans that fell from his lips. He was even more mortified when he felt John's hips rock against his own, and his body responded in kind.

He was secretly glad he was now facing the wall as he remembered Ichijou was still in the room. John moaned as he tore Takigawa's grey top, tossing the fabric aside and allowing one hand to explore the now bare skin. Monk-san was ashamed as John's name fell from his lips, not as an objection as he'd intended, but a plea. He bit his lip as John's fingers toyed with one of his nipples. Does he have to be so…sexual? Monk-san objected inwardly, unsure if he'd be able to take much more of this sweet torture. He'd never felt anything like this before. It was like some sort of aphrodisiac had been pumped into his system.

Ichijou bit the inside of his mouth, trying not to let it bother him. The sharing of blood was an intense and pleasurable experience, so it was really no surprise that John was reacting physically and emotionally to Takigawa. He still couldn't help the sharp sting as he watched. Don't let it distract you! Takigawa's life depends on both John's self-control, and your focus! He chided, losing his train of thought as the monk cried out John's name. He almost blushed at the sound.

Ichijou skirted around from his place near the door, standing beside the vanity so that he could watch more closely. The monk was unable to see, but John was watching him like a hawk. He almost growled as Ichijou drew nearer, glaring possessively as he continued to drink from the man writhing beneath him. Ichijou felt his own body react as John thrust against the monk, both of them moaning at the contact. He couldn't deny that the pink of Takigawa's damp skin was alluring. Ichijou flushed as he met John's gaze, the exorcist looking at him hungrily. He felt his own eyes deepen to red, desperately wanting to devour John himself.

He shook his head as he noticed the monk's gasps getting shallow, his moans less frequent. Closing his eyes he focused on the sound of Takigawa's heartbeat. It was still strong for now. He stepped forward with his inhuman speed and gripped John's hair tightly, the exorcist hissing as his head was wrenched back. Ichijou claimed his lips roughly, his lust growing as he watched John rock his hips against the human beneath him.

"Takigawa, will you be able to stand?" Ichijou asked, his gaze never leaving John. Monk-san panted, his cheeks pink despite the blood loss. He let out a small murmur of uncertainty, which was enough for Ichijou. "As soon as you feel his weight shift, get out of here. As quickly as you can." Ichijou ordered calmly. John struggled against his grip, not ready to let his meal slip away. In the next moment Ichijou tossed John to the side and dove on top, pinning his lover to the bed as he leaned down to devour his lips.

He felt the bed shift and heard Takigawa stagger to the door with heavy steps, but he had more important things to think about. John rocked against him, trying to throw him off as the monk escaped. He glared at Ichijou as the door slammed shut, the blonde almost looking apologetic as he stared down at John. It took time, but John's eyes slowly regained their blue hue as he realised his prey had escaped, and he was somewhat sated.

"Not yet." Ichijou chided as John's body relaxed, his eyes fluttering as exhaustion took over. "You've teased me too much." The older boy added, swallowing John's objections as he locked their mouths together. It didn't take long for John's struggles of objection to become desperate moaning pleas. He could feel John tugging at his shirt, his hair, his rump, and he growled at every touch. John let out a small yelp as Ichijou pulled his erection out and stroked him mercilessly.

"I-Ichijou!" John cried, gasping as he watched Ichijou pull his own member free. John bit his lip as the blonde crawled up his body, turning to straddle his chest. The blonde wasted no time in leaning down to claim John's member, his tongue stroking all the way down as he sucked on the solid length. John moaned as he reached up to move Ichijou, pulling his hips further back so that he could lick the tip of his length. The vampire above him shuddered at the innocent lick, moaning against John's tip. The vibrations sent a shudder up John's spine.

He wasted no time in claiming Ichijou's length, sucking greedily as he moved his head up and down. He wasn't sure which of them had less control. They gasped and moaned around each other, consumed by lust. Ichijou's orgasm came out of nowhere, almost choking John as the hot white fluid spilled down his throat. He swallowed greedily, throwing his head back as he came. Ichijou almost choked as John's hips thrust upwards, driving the solid length down his throat, where it abruptly released. Ichijou swallowed, his throat closing around John's member, making the boy beneath him cry out as he was milked dry.

"Ichijou! I'm sorry." John apologised as the older boy drew back choking. Ichijou shook his head and waved his hand, signalling that it was alright despite the fact he was choking. He coughed a few more times as he rolled off John, feeling the teen slapping his back roughly.

"Thank you." Ichijou coughed as he finally stopped gagging, his chest heaving as he lay beside John. John turned so that he was at the same end of the bed as Ichijou, his feet resting on the pillows as he settled his head against his arm. Ichijou turned his head, lying on his stomach still. "You're beautiful when you're feeding." The blonde praised finally, watching John's cheeks heat in mortification.

"I'll have to apologise to Takigawa when I see him next." He said, unsure how he was going to face the older man. I all but raped him! I may have gone through with it if Ichijou hadn't been here…He thought, the very idea unsettling him and filling him with disgust. As if he could see what John was thinking Ichijou reached out to caress his cheek.

"Don't think too much of it. Feeding is a very sensual experience, for both parties. If done right it can be a most intensely pleasurable feeling for all involved." He reasoned, watching John's cheeks colour as he recalled the heat of Takigawa's skin, the scent of his sweat, the richness of his blood, and all the things his body had done. He had been like a finely tuned instrument, responding to all of John's whims and advances. His sweet moans, the way his name fell from the older man's lips, those little gasps. It had been like music, spurring John onwards. "I see that you remember." Ichijou teased, enjoying John's shudder as he stroked his clothed chest.

"Ichijou…" John moaned, unsure whether he was objecting as the blonde moved to cover his body. His eyes glowed as his fangs lengthened, John's heart racing at the predatory look in the vampire's eyes.

"Let me show you how sensual it can be." Ichijou teased, feeling a certain smugness as John bared his throat willingly, completely subservient to him. He pinned John's wrists playfully, enjoying the small gasps as he leaned down and claimed his throat.


"Houshou!" Ayako exclaimed as the older man staggered into the infirmary. Masako stood from her place beside the empty beds and hurried to support the older man. Monk-san gave her a small smile of thanks as she helped him to the end of one of the beds. Ayako quickly used her stethoscope to listen to Takigawa's heart, which was still strong. Thank goodness!

"Masako, could you leave us for a bit? I want to speak with Ayako." The monk said sheepishly, the dark haired girl agreeing at once. "Naru hasn't gone in yet if you wanted to see him." The older man called after her, knowing that the young teen would waste no time in running across to the Moon Dorm at the news. Before Ayako could ask what he wanted she felt herself pulled against the older man. He was shaking as he held her, but he was as strong as ever.

"What's gotten into you?" She demanded as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers once before she could pull back. Her cheeks were bright pink as she rested her hands against his large bare chest, two holes in his neck still leaking down his shoulder. His grip was firm, still trying to pull her closer. They'd been seeing each other quietly for three months, but he'd never been this forward.

"I want you. Right now." He growled simply, her wide chocolate eyes driving him crazy as he pulled her closer. He raised one hand to the back of her neck, cradling her head and gripping her crimson locks as he dragged her to his mouth. He swallowed her objections as he devoured her lips in a heated kiss, almost smirking as he felt her arms weaken. She was no longer pushing him away, her hands shifting to grip his bare shoulders. He pulled back, panting as he stared up at the woman in his arms. There was a lazy haze in her beautiful eyes, her deep red lips swollen from his attention. "I've always wanted you." He confessed as he cupped her cheek, feeling her lean into his touch.

"Houshou…" She murmured, the monk taking that as permission as he returned his lips to hers, gently this time. He scooted further back on the bed as he felt Ayako's hands push his shoulders, somehow managing not to disturb their kiss. His eyes snapped open as he felt the bed dip on either side of his thighs. She's really going to? He wondered, spellbound as the tall redhead straddled his hips, a small gasp escaping her as she settled, her crotch pressed against his jeans.

"Ayako…" He sighed as he allowed his hands to caress the perfect legs on either side of his body. She let out a small hum as he stroked the bare skin, working his way up to her thighs. The black pencil skirt she wore was already rucked up to her shapely hips, allowing his hands to trail over black lace underwear. "You're such a vixen." He growled, one hand spanking her lace covered rump. She looked stunned, perhaps a little embarrassed, but she made no objection as he squeezed and caressed. His free hand worked its way up beneath her shirt, caressing her arched spine as he buried his face in her clothed chest.

She let out a moan as she leaned her head back, the monk unbuttoning her shirt with his teeth so that he could nuzzle the bountiful cleavage beneath. Her bra matched her underwear. That alone made his member twitch uncomfortably in his jeans. What the hell has John started? He wondered, feeling Ayako grind her hips against his as he spanked her again. She bit her lip as she rested her hands on his shoulder, rising and falling against him. Raising an eyebrow he spanked again, blushing as she let out a small moan, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't!" She insisted as she looked away, the monk showing no mercy as he spanked her again. I should have tried this sooner…

"Don't look away from me." Takigawa growled as he moved in on her cleavage, biting one of her nipples through the lace. Ayako moaned as she leaned against him, one of her hands shifting to grip his hair. He growled as she tugged his head back, only to plant a kiss on his lips. She moaned into his mouth as his hand moved from her rump to her crotch, stroking the front of her panties firmly. She breathed deeply as she ground her hips into his hand shamelessly. He smirked as he tugged the front of her bra with his teeth, partially freeing her breasts so that he could bite and suckle the sensitive mounds.

She moaned, the heat and moisture seeping through the thin fabric. She gripped his shoulders as he pushed the material aside and sank two fingers deep into her core. Her hips rose and fell, her crotch grinding his hand, her skin becoming more and more flushed as she moved. He couldn't even describe how beautiful she was to him in that moment. She made him feel powerful. He was the one making her feel this way. No one else. He lowered the hand from her back to spank her, causing her to rock against him roughly.

"Houshou! Please!" She cried helplessly. The monk could have come just at the sound of her voice. Ayako raised herself higher, panting as she reached down and fumbled with Takigawa's buttoned jeans. She didn't even need to check to see if he was ready. She knew from the way his member sprang free from his pants.

"Oh God!" Monk-san gasped as she lowered herself onto him in one swift motion. The monk fell back to the bed as she pushed his shoulders, watching as Ayako took his hands and raised them to her breasts. He willingly moulded the perfect skin, pressing and tweaking her nipples as she threw her head back and rode him like a prized stallion. Her hair swayed about her shoulders, a few loose strands covering her face as she rose and fell.

As she began to tire Monk-san shifted his hands from her breasts to her hips. He helped to lift her, raising his hips to meet hers in rough thrusts. The slap of their skin was exciting him. Her breasts bounced, her hair tickled his arms, her skin glistened, panted pleas fell from her red lips. It was perfection. Wanting to hear her moan again he spanked her rump firmly.

"Faster!" He urged with another spank, bouncing the redhead on his lap.

"Houshou!" She moaned, the sound almost enough to drive him over the edge. He pulled her down, holding her close as he thrust again and again. She almost screamed in his ear as he dove deeper than he ever had before. He came hard as she bit his ear, their bodies thrashing in a frenzy.

"Ayako!" He exclaimed as he pulled back, the redhead falling against his chest. "Hey! Ayako!" He said again as he turned on his side, almost moaning as the sensation as he remained inside her. He shook the redhead as she remained unresponsive, her eyes shut and her breath light. Did I just? No…Not possible…He thought, stunned as he realised he had effectively fucked her unconscious.

He took these few moments to examine her. Her skin was slowly fading, the heat of their passions subsiding. She had the smallest smile on her red lips, a small murmur escaping as he stroked her cheek and moved the hair out of her face. After a few moments her eyes fluttered open, pink colouring her cheeks once more as she found herself face to face with the monk. She shuddered as she realised he was still buried deep within her.

"Good morning." He teased, trailing his hand down her neck and caressing her breasts idly.

"Sorry…" She apologised, knowing it must have been quite a shock.

"I should be the one apologising. I had no idea I was such a stud." He replied wolfishly, feeling himself harden as she chuckled. He couldn't describe the sensation as she tightened and loosened around him with each delightful sound. "I'll be gentler this time." He promised as he hooked a hand over her waist and rocked his hips. She gasped and squirmed in his grasp, the older man grinning as he pulled her leg over his hip, moving to support himself on one arm as he thrust against her.

"Ah! So soon?" She half objected, unsure how to move in this position. Luckily the monk knew what he was doing. It was a delicious sensation, Takigawa sliding out almost to the tip before slamming back inside. Slow, quick, slow, quick, slow, quick. It was a torturous rhythm. The monk steadied her hips with his free hand as she tried to increase the pace. He wanted this time to be truly mind blowing.

"Keep making those sounds." He insisted as she let out a long moan, her expression pleading for mercy. The pace was almost enough to drive himself crazy. With one final thrust he felt Ayako come, a sensual moan escaping her lips as she did so. With a few final rough thrusts he spilled into her once again, feeling extra fluid seeping out between their thighs. He fell down beside her, staring at her flushed face as he lay there, raising the hand from her waist to stroke her auburn locks.

"We should clean up…" Ayako said eventually, Monk-san humming his agreement lazily as he nuzzled the redhead. They were in an open nurse's office, and they were expecting Naru to turn up at some point. The monk slowly withdrew himself and got to his feet, leaning over to press a kiss to Ayako's forehead before hurriedly righting his pants. "Tissues on the nightstand." She directed as she straightened her skirt, having wiped off what she could.

"Thanks." Takigawa replied, noting the sudden awkwardness that stretched between them. I know I was a little…insistent…He thought, clearing his throat as he watched Ayako buttoning her shirt, her red hair hanging in dishevelled waves about her shoulders. He watched her run her fingers through her hair, her cheeks turning pink as she realised he was watching her. "I guess…I should…" Monk-san stumbled as he took a few steps towards the door.

"Sure." Ayako replied, averting her hazel eyes as she nibbled her bottom lip.

"Coffee?" Takigawa blurted out, watching the redhead raise an eyebrow. "I mean, would you like some…coffee…" He added, realising he hadn't made a proper sentence. He watched as the young doctor tucked her white shirt in, leaving the top two buttons open in the heat of the small room.

"Yes, I would." She replied, watching the older man shoot her a grin as he opened the door.

"Okay, I'll just…go, and get some coffee." He decided before slipping out of the room. The redhead watched the door bewildered for a moment before hurrying to tidy the small room. Her cheeks were still flushed as she thought about what had just happened. That wasn't something she had expected. Though it wasn't disappointing…She reflected, shivering as she remembered the sharp tone of his voice and the burning touch of his skin.