At the Twilight Mansion Luka was tasked with the care of the girl. Takashiro said he didn't want to be around when she woke up and that Luka had already proved he could handle himself against her, as long as he was quick or took her by surprise. The house was large enough it wasn't hard for Luka to find a room the no one was using and he set her on the large bed. Looking out the window and seeing the first rays of sun starting to peak over the trees, he wondered how she would react when she woke up.
Luka sighed sitting on the bed next to her and lifting a lock of wavy hair; it was longer this time than it was the last time they had met, curling down near her backside, instead of at her shoulders, she seemed to be younger too. That had been at least a century or two ago he thought, time moving differently for him. It had been shortly after his beloved Yuzuki* had died. Luka had been distraught with his grief over the loss of his lover and met her, the complete opposite of his love; loud, fearless, untamed, ready to cut down anyone or anything that dared to stand in her path. They spent a single night together and then when Luka awoke the next morning all his money and the girl were gone. He never even got to know her name. Did she remember him? What would she say or do if she did? What would Yuki think if he found out about his dalliance with her?
A cough caught his attention and the girl still not fully awaken groaned and rubbed her neck. "That fucking bastard Takashiro."
When she moved her hair out of the way, he saw some angry looking bruises from the jolt her gave her. He should have known better; she couldn't have been more than forty-five kilos soaking wet. Without a thought, he reached out and gently touched the purpling flesh, the girl reacted quicker than he thought she would and her fist connected with his jaw. The impact didn't hurt, but he was shocked at the speed of her reflexes.
Turning his head to look at her, he saw she was out of bed and at the window closest, "Where the fuck am I?!" She shrieked at him. Shadows from the corners seemed to grow bigger and darker as she paced around the room, glaring out the ceiling high windows.
Luka stood up and got in her path, she swung her fist at him again, but this time he expected it and caught her wrist. She snarled at him and tried to twist away, swinging again with her free hand, Luka caught that too and tried his best to be gentle with the struggling girl. She wanted to kick him, but Luka managed to get her legs out from under her and pin her to the floor. "Calm down. I don't want to use my powers on you again."
She growled at him and kept fighting against his hold, she was much stronger than she looked and Luka was getting worried he'd hurt her by mistake or she'd do it herself. Already regretting the decision but not knowing what else to do Luka sent a small current through her body. She hissed in a breath and her body locked up, but she calmed after. "You fucking asshole."
Luka still didn't let go of her wrists, "Stop fighting."
She met his gaze and confusion flicked across her features, and then it dawned on her, "You! I know you! Have you been working with Takashiro this whole time?! To get me to trust you so you could bring me to him?" Luka shook his head at the accusation. "You fucking bastard!"
She kept cursing at him, and her thrashing started anew, the shadows were growing darker and getting closer, Luka had no idea what this woman was capable of and did the only thing he could think of at the moment that didn't involve hurting her for her to be subdued. He crashed his lips to hers.
She bit him. Hard.
Luka jerked back and looked down at her in utter disbelief. She was finally still, her chest was heaving, her eyes were dark and her hair was a wild and tangled mess, there was a smear of red on her bottom lip, and Luka stared at it before lowering his head, he waited just a moment, waiting for her to headbutt him or turn her face away. When she didn't do either Luka closed the distance and traced her lip with his tongue. All Duras had a taste for blood, there were even some that needed it to survive, and Luka was no exception, even if it was his, it was infused with the blood of his previous Master, a man he despised, but still had unbreakable ties to. However, seeing it painted across such a lovely canvas, well it would be a sin not to indulge.
Araya hissed in a breath the second time Luka liked at the blood coating her lush pink lips. "Just kiss me."
He didn't need to be told twice, leading with his tongue Luka claimed her mouth as his own and swallowed a moan of contentment that left the girl under him. She tried to use her hands again, and Luka gave them a warning squeeze. Her taste was exquisite, she tasted like winter berries, and Luka could not get enough, the taste of his blood only seemed to highen the flavor. Finally, he let go of her wrists and was pleasantly surprised when she didn't throw him off her. No, her hand went into his hair, her nails scraping his scalp in the most delicious way. His own hands traveled down her sides, he could feel the small hollows between her ribs, as well as the muscle she was covered with, she may have been thin, but that did not mean she was weak. Lower and lower he went, always expecting her to react negatively and push him away, he got her to her waist and felt her shirt bunched there, hiked up from their scuffle.
Moving his hand past the pile of fabric, Luka trailed his hand over her hip, her skin was soft and satiny under his fingertips, and then something clicked into place. She wasn't wearing any undergarments. Luka pulled away from the kiss, Araya pouted and tried to pull him back to her, her lids lowered seductively, and she nibbled her lower lip looking up at him. "All for you," Araya murmured her voice breathless.
Gods help me, Luka thought. How was he supposed to resist her? She reached down between them, gathered her shirt up and began pulling it over her head. Luka was in shock, his brain still playing catch up with what she had said, but when he caught a glimpse of her breasts, nothing else mattered but getting his hands, his mouth on them. That is just what he did too, without even thinking about how that would later affect him, Luka dropped his head down and took one of the rosy nipples into his mouth. Araya let out a low moan and cast the shirt to the side. Her hands once again tangling in his hair as her back arches, pressing her breast firmly against him. With his free hand, Luku grasps her other breast and gives it a firm squeeze before he pinches the nipple, gently at first, but increasing the pressure and then giving at a small twist, simultaneously switching from lips to teeth with the other.
Araya hisses as the painful pleasure shoots to her core and lets out a small chuckle, "You remembered what I like."
"Yes," Luka muttered, lifting his head, her nipple popping from his mouth audibly and trailing his nose up the side of her neck, inhaling her heady scent as he goes he stops just behind her ear, pressing his lips to the soft spot just behind it. "Do you remember what I like?" Luka nips the spot he has just kissed, making sure she feels the sharp points of his fangs as he does so.
Groaning and pressing the line of her body against him as she wriggles her hips lewdly against his, "I think you might have to remind me and this time," She pauses and looks into his eyes, they are practically glowing with her desire. "Make sure I don't forget."
A/N: Short chapter I know! Sorry about the wait! But what do you think? Full on lemony goodness happening in the next chapter, so I hope you are all ready for that! Leave a review if you'd like. Let me know how I'm doing if there is anything you'd like to see in later chapters or just some friendly criticism. Thank you for reading! 3
*Yuzuki- If you haven't read the manga Yuzuki is Yuki's name from his previous life.
