Author's Note: This chapter contains suggestive themes.

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He watched her, his vision a bit clouded at first. She shifted on the bed, her long dark hair fanning out on the sheets, innocently but nevertheless sensuously on his bed. Her lips parted slightly and she drew in a breath as she slept on.

Were those fangs he saw?

He blinked his eyes, trying to rid of the strange sheet of fog before his eyes and then dismissed it as his hand reached for Yuuki's mouth. He skimmed a finger lightly over her lower lip, urging them apart. She made a small noise at the ticklish sensation and Kaname continued his ministrations, coaxing her lips apart before slipping his index finger in the warm cavern of her mouth.

He felt a light prick as he passed her incisors.

Surprise bloomed inside him, although it was subtle and hesitant – as if afraid to show itself to him – and so he ignored it. Yuuki was a vampire, it was only right that she had fangs.

"Kaname?" her red tinged eyes fluttered open and the older Kuran removed his finger, feeling her brush her tongue against it for a moment.

Why was the way she said his name so unfamiliar?

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, using his other hand to brush away the hair covering her eyes. She watched him with sleepy eyes as he licked the small droplet of blood slipping down his finger before turning his attention fully towards her.

She shifted once again under his gaze – beautiful smoldering eyes, watching nothing else but her – before taking in a deep breathe as she felt fire consuming her lungs. She pressed her thighs together as Kaname let his slender fingers carelessly stroke fire from her neck down the side of her left arm.

"Ka…" she breathed raggedly, "Kaname…" His touch heightened her senses and she found herself drowning in his being at the barest scrape of his nails.

"I asked you a question," he drawled, purposely ignoring her slightly flushed skin and the brightening of her eyes.

Red had always looked good on her.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she answered him, her eyes still had a faraway look as she spoke softly, her voice like velvet. "I did, Kaname. You have been by my side all day haven't you?"

Amusement lifted the ends of his lips and he lowered himself towards her, until his stomach was pressing lightly against hers and both his hands were planted at the side of her head. His lips hovered inches above hers and his eyes were locked with hers. He could feel her thirst for him, humming loudly in her veins. "All day," he whispered to her.

The red glow in her eyes brightened even more. He felt the smallest wave of triumph, she was his and there was no other man who could fulfill her desire, no one but him.

Her desire was him and his desire was her.

Irreplaceable. Unchangeable.

She raised her hand and cupped the side of his face, "As long as Kaname is here with me…" she didn't need to finish, the unvoiced words hung in the air, filling it with a sweet scent.

He found himself leaning to her touch and the warmth it possessed, "Yuuki…"

She raised her head off the pillow before tentatively touching her parted lips to his closed mouth. She abruptly laid it back down and felt heat creeping out her cheek at his lack of response. "I'm sorry… I…"

His dark chuckle interrupted her; he laid his hand atop hers and kissed her. His kiss was unhesitant and sensual – like a drug – it lingered even after he had pulled away, leaving her breathless and lightheaded. "Yuuki is being impatient," he said as his hand left hers and moved to brush teasingly against her colored cheeks.

"But tempting me so…" he continued, chuckling again as more blood rushed to redden her cheeks, "Yuuki is being cruel… very, very cruel."

The mere sound of his low voice, seductive, teasing but dangerous at the same time made sent shivers over her. His lips landed on hers again, and he kissed her thoroughly – igniting both their passions, their thirst for each other.

"Kaname is playing with me…" Yuuki breathlessly accused, letting her hand fall with a 'thud' against the comforter. She turned away from his face and tried to regain her breathing.

He was beautiful, too beautiful to be real, and yet he was here with her.

She returned her gaze to him. He too, she realized, was breathing harder than usual. His lips were apart, enough to let her see his pointed teeth. How much do you want me Kaname? She wondered to herself.

But did that want equal to love?

He kissed her again, still with the same slow burning fire that added to the thirst clawing her throat. Her hands rested themselves on his broad shoulders then moved down his chest. She could feel his warmth through the thin layer of clothing.

She loved him.

She sighed, he sighed, both in bliss as their lips pulled apart only to envelope each other again, opening themselves to the warmth of each other's breaths before parting once again.

She wondered if he loved her as she did to him.

"Think of nothing but me," he demanded softly before his lips landed on her neck. She gasped softly, her hands flying to the soft silk of his hair.

He looked all the more beautiful in the darkness.

Kaname licked her neck, suddenly feeling impatient, her skin tasted slightly salty – to his annoyance – from the thin sheet of sweat but nevertheless inviting.

How long has he been denied of her blood?

Denied? He questioned his own thoughts as he scraped his fangs against her neck, feeling her shiver under him, her hands clutching tightly on his shoulders. Has Yuuki ever denied him?

He bit down, piercing her skin and the blood vessels beneath it. He heard her choking back on the sounds of pleasure-pain as her thick, warm blood flowed into her mouth and down his throat. He bit down harder and she jerked, pulling him tighter to her body as she sighed in ecstasy.

"Kaname…"

He licked the back of his teeth in an interval before lapping at her neck again. Her blood tasted like sin – only he should have ever tasted her.

Ze… ro…

Y… Yo.. ri…

H..uman… Hu..man… Hum…an…

The odd syllables buzzed quietly at the back of his mind. Suddenly, the crimson liquid turned runny, like water. He drew back, almost too forceful that a small piece of skin hung on his lip as he started down at the lifeless body he cradled.

"Yuuki…?"

Its eyes looked at him, and he stared back in confusion… in disgust. How had he not notice before?

"It's time to wake up… Kaname-sama."

He blinked, feeling the mist over his eyes fade away. The room around him was dark and the air still. He sat up and looked around – ah, he had been dreaming. A wry smile lifted the ends of his lips only for a moment, what a shameless dream, he thought. He waited until his mind settled to the reality of his circumstances and he glanced to his table where the blood tablets lay next to his glass filled with cold water.

Kaname shoved his hand into his hair then, eyes furrowed together in annoyance. He could still feel it, the softness of her skin lingering about on his fingertips. The faint taste of blood lingered in his mouth – bland and acidic. He found himself wiping the blood dribbling down his chin with the back of his hand before swinging his legs of the bed.

His carelessness has led him into another unfortunate situation, but soon his mind strayed yet again to Yuuki. What was she doing?

Was she happy?

He made his way towards the window where the bright afternoon sun uncharacteristically irritated him, but he peered out the smooth glass anyway, despite the displeasure at the pit of his stomach.

"You keep me in misery," he murmured to himself – half in agony, the other in dry amusement.

He silently laughed bitterly – doubtless she does.

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