Written from Dark's POV. Just a drabble I wrote for my friend.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own these characters, Nintendo does. That is why I must one day own Nintendo.
A kiss. That's all that began it, and it seemed like forever ago. Now, I was reaching for his collar. I untied the strings on the undershirt and twisted them with my finger. Keeping my eyes locked with his nervous ones, I pulled the loosened fabric back to reveal more of his fair skin. I smirked at him before leaning down to blow cool air on the normally covered, warm spot. He shivered at this, and it nearly drove me over the edge; my madness had been steadily growing since that innocent kiss. But I controlled myself enough to simply press my lips to the area, my cold touch drawing a sound from him
Barely hanging on, I shifted, grazing my fangs along the side of his neck. The hands on my back played with the fabric there, their owner trying to stay calm as well. But I craved more, I knew I did, so I gave and dug my teeth into the soft skin. The surprised gasp that left him pushed me deeper, and I felt something warm on my lips and chin. It was different than the heated skin against me, and I pulled back enough to see crimson slowly ooze out of the holes I made. I stared at it, suddenly worried I had hurt him too much, but that concern was soon proven wrong.
Noticing my pause, he raised a hand to the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair as I had done to his shirt strings before forcing my head back down. He wanted more, and so I gave it to him. I bit down again, though not as deep as before, and dragged my fangs towards the front of his neck. He gasped and whined at the pain, but made no move to stop me as a left two shallow, yet long cuts on him. Seeing I planned to continue, he placed his hand back beside his other one, gripping my tunic tightly and pulling me even closer to him. But I pulled back slightly once more to look at what I had done and found that red didn't look right on him, so I leaned forward again and licked the blood off. Slowly.
As I did so, my hands that had been clung to his two collars slid down, gently lying on his muscular chest. I didn't press hard, but I could still feel the fast, heavy beating of his heart. That, along with a moan that made my tongue vibrate, pushed me even harder. Digging my fingers into his cloth as his were doing to mine, I trailed my head up until I met his jaw. I leaned back just enough to check his eyes, his rich blue eyes, but they were shut, so I continued on. To start off, I simply kissed the area like I had done before. I felt him lean into the kisses, so I pressed my lips harder to the skin. Doing so against the jawbone began to bruise my lips, so I gently trailed them down to his chin. I did the same going up the other side, and he seemed to relax from the soft touch; I felt the grip on my back loosen.
I wanted to go farther, so much farther, but we were both still new at this, so I pulled myself back; not enough to move out of his hold, but enough that I could see his flushed face. I leaned in close and could feel his hard breathing on my face. Sensing I had stopped, he opened his eyes again to see me staring straight into them. He seemed startled at first, not having expected me to be so close at that moment, but it only took a second for him to smile at me. Somehow, it was an innocent smile, as all of his were. My heat started to wind down from it, and I smiled back. He was so cute; he's always cute, I thought to myself. After a long moment of just looking at one another, because that's all we needed – each other, he closed the distance, placing his lips upon mine. And so it ended the way it began: with a kiss.