A/N: Chapter Two! It's not as smutty as the first chapter, but I wanted to leave on a decent note so this'll have to do, haha.
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Mimiko stretched, and let out a huge yawn. A sharp twang of pain really woke her up as her feet hit the floor. Oh yeah, She thought as she pulled a brush through her hair, Jiro and I...
The morning sun streamed through the half closed windows, shining light on all the paperwork and mess that had been left in her bedroom unsigned, unfaxed and unread. Another couple hundred piles waited for her on her desk at work. Surely she would've been fired for being so far behind in paperwork, but she made up for it by being promoted to Head Compromiser, inviting blood-checked black bloods into the Special Zone and finding suitable homes for them. She was much more of a hands-on girl.
Pouring a cup of coffee, she trudged back up the stairs to Kotaro's room and knocked on the door, "Hey, Kotaro! Wake up, rise and shine!" There was no answer. For a moment she was genuinely worried that Kotaro hadn't come back from Sai's from the night before, but reminded herself that while she had slept off her nightly activities with Jiro, Jiro had been awake, patrolling Area 11 and it was highly unlikely that he would return home without first picking up his little brother. She knocked on the door again, "I'm coming in...Good morning, Ko-" She paused, "-taro?" A child's size bed, unoccupied sat to one side. His toys were left all over the floor, and a large teddy bear lay on its side. No sign of the blonde little black blood.
Mimiko's eyes widened as she opened her mouth to call for Jiro, but before a sound came out of her mouth, two fingers probbed into her mouth, halting her scream. Another hand snaked around her torso, making her drop her coffee, breaking the mug. A familar scent and dark, seductive growl neared her ear, "Morning, Mimiko..." Without warning, a sharp pain came from her shoulder, a black sheet of hair in her peripheral vision. She felt her knees go weak and her legs felt like jelly - a very common symptom while being bitten by a black blood. Something in the pit of her stomach coiled up. Her breath suddenly came in pants,
"G'mor...nnnn...ing, J-Jiro..."
A chuckle from her left shoulder between mouthfuls of her blood answered her. The cool hand that snaked around her torso was making its way up to her breasts, and Mimiko couldn't help but suck on the fingers probed in her mouth to keep her from screaming in panic. Something hard pressed against her waist, almost demanding entrance through her clothes.
Without waiting, she pulled her nightgown off, standing nude with a vampire sucking on her shoulder. Her head was spinning. Another chuckle this time followed by a smart remark, "I simply said 'good morning', not 'take your clothes off'."
"But," Mimiko turned her head, still dizzy from blood loss, "You like my clothes off don't you?" Her eyes wandered down to the front of his protruding pants, "Don't lie with your lips, because that doesn't lie." Jiro watched as she kneeled down to unzip him, "Jiro, you wouldn't happen to know where Kotaro is, do you?"
"I sent him off with Zelman. Is that okay with you? Should I have asked for your conssssssssent...?" His voice rose with a hiss at the last word as Mimiko licked his member, stroking it with her tongue. "Now don't tease me," He growled, throwing his head back against the wall, his hands digging sharply into the back of the door.
Face red like a beet, Mimiko glanced up at him a smiled, "Of course not, Ji-ji."
Jiro raised an eyebrow, "Ji-ji?" He suddenly sucked in a breath as Mimiko ran her fingers lightly across his thigh. He shook his head as she asked him what was wrong with the nickname. "Nnn...Mmm..." He swallowed, feeling himself coming to, after a mere few minutes of Mimiko's sweaty, hot tongue doing all sorts of things that he hadn't imagined were possible. It couldn't end like this - not being pleasured by a red blooded human, without showing his dominance - the real reason why black bloods were animalisitc.
So in a fast motion turn of events, Jiro pushed Mimiko back, turned her shoulders around and pushed himself inside of her. "Ah?" Mimiko squeaked as Jiro moved in and out of her with a furious animal-like sense, his teeth grazed her shoulder again, piercing her sweaty skin, his own forehead drenched in beads of sweat. The nostalgic scent of blood and sweat mingled together as Jiro continued to climb higher and higher. This time it was Mimiko who couldn't keep quiet, "Jiroooo!"
Jiro licked his red tinted lips, "I can't hear you, Mimiko," He hissed, bucking forward with each syllable, "You have to scream louder."
"Jiro! Jiroooo!"
"Mmm..."
He expelled himself inside of her and collapsed beside her, drawing her up beside him on the floor, "That was good..." As if they had nonchalantly finished sharing an ice cream cone together. In one way, they had. Mimiko didn't respond. "Hey, don't ignore me..." The black haired black blood popped open one blue eye and glanced over at the brunette, her hair slick and stuck to her face, "...Mimiko?"
Her motionless body lay there in silence.
"Ah, shit!" He swore, sitting up and peering over her, "Don't you go and die on me. Death by sex isn't the way I'd figure you'd go."
He recieved a muffled laugh, "No, I'm not dead...yet."
"Thank god...Yet" He couldn't help but chuckle. Yet. Yet. Yet. Red bloods didn't have long to live compared to a black blood, an old blood at that.
"Thank god, what? You wouldn't have a bed buddy? Or a food source?" The sneer was apparent in her voice, "I'm just your play thing, aren't I?"
Jiro glared down at her, "Why would you think that?" He absent-mindly ran his long pale fingers through her hair and traced patterns on her bare skin.
"Don't pretend not to know what I'm talking about, Jiro."
"What happened to Ji-ji?"
"Don't change the subject," Mimiko said, rolling to face him, "I'm just at your disposal for your own convience. You don't love me, so stop lying to both of us."
"Eh?"
She sat up, smacking her hand down on his chest, "Stop it Jiro! Sometimes I can't stand how dull-witted you are!" Her hand left a red mark on his pale chest, but he returned her stare, unflinching. "Like this!" She vaguely gestured to all of him as if acknowleging that his existance appalled her. Jiro scoffed, turning his head but his blue shining eyes burnt into hers,
"Whatever I did to offend you, I'm sorry."
Mimiko coughed, crossing her arms across her breasts and turned on an angle, suddenly self-concious, "I-I accept...your apology...I guess." Jiro smirked and in a flash he stood up, reaching for his red jacket.
"Here. I know it's your own home, but you can't be strutting around naked."
"I'm not strutting anything!"
"Sure you aren't," Jiro said, a smile on his face as he brushed past her to his room to change, "Now get dressed, don't you have work?"
Mimiko's face reddened, "H-Hey! How come you're always the one who makes me late?"
Jiro turned lazily, "Hmm? Because you're the one who always wants me to take my pants off," He shrugged, "And who can say no to that?" Jiro's riot of laughter was drown out by a scream of frustration...
A/N: The end! It was short, sweet and to the point. Not as great as the first chapter but I'm getting lazy plus I'm working on a couple other fanfics so I didn't bother to really go over this one as well as I should've...
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