Little sliver pin for my shirt. I held up the pin and called out, "I got a pin so who is it?' Ayato stood, smirking, and pulled me into the closet, Laito locking the door and calling out, "See you two in seven."

"So what are you waiting for? Are you just going to sit there," I asked, smirking. I wanted a kiss because he was a damn good kisser and no sooner had I said that he had took the offer and slammed his mouth onto mine. His hands wandered to my waist and mine yanked him closer by his tie. His slick tongue slipped past my lips and I didn't even bother to put a fight for dominance. His tongue explored every crevice of my mouth, leaving no territory unconquered.

We pulled away for a breath, a little string of our mixed saliva between our mouths. He put a hand against my cheek then smirked and raked is short, sharp nails down the side of my face. I groaned quietly as he continued with his nails down my neck. Then he drug the tip of his wet tongue down the red whelps.

He stopped at my neck, sucking and licking at a spot. He came back up and kissed me again The kiss was just getting passionate when he sunk his teeth into my tongue.

I yelped in blissful pain and went limp. He caught me and we sunk to the floor. He pulled back and smiled. Not a smirk or a mean, sardonic smile but a genuine smile. He pecked my bloody mouth then bore his teeth into the tender spot he'd left a hickey on earlier.

I arched my back and pressed myself against his firm body. His arm slipped around my waist and pulled me closer. He pulled away and looked in my eyes. Gosh, he was beautiful. Then I realized what I looked like. My hair had been a mess, I didn't have any makeup on and my shirt was pulled up, exposing my tummy, an area of my body I hated. I was appalled with what I thought I looked like.

I realized that the only reason Ayato was being so good was because I put up a big fight if he didn't treat me nicely. Tears began to fall out of my eyes and my shoulders began to shake violently. I was soon sobbing. Ayato noticed and pulled away from my neck but the door opened and I sprang away and up the stairs.

I don't know how long I was there, hating myself and silently weeping. But it didn't feel like long before Ayato was sitting next me. He tried to reach and put his arms around me jump I jerked away. ""Get away and don't touch me."

His hand hit my face lightly and he jerked my shoulders so I was facing. "What are you so pissed about?"

"If you wanted my blood, all you needed to do was ask. You didn't need to do all that stupid pretend kissing and stuff. I hate it when you pretend to-," and he cut me off with a forceful kiss. I tried to jerk away but he was too strong and I had lost a ridiculous amount of blood to him and some was still dried to my neck. I just went limp to the kiss.

He pulled away and dug his fans into my neck then my shoulder then my cheek and I screamed in ecstasy. "You are mine and only mine. If any of them bite you, I'll kill them."

"But why? I'm just some ugly and fat human plaything."

"Shut up. You are mine, I don't have to explain why l love you," he muttered while keeping a bruising iron grip on my face. He slammed his lips onto mine and I kissed back, shoving my wet, bloody tongue into his mouth. He pulled away, wrapped his arms around me, and levered us both onto the couch, me on his lap. I out my hed against his chest and let him gently rake his sharp nails down my back. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I whispered, "Love you too, Ayato."