Captured Hearts

Chapter Twenty-two: The Needed

Bel practically skipped into the hunting area, flaunting the letter in his hand as he approached Mammon. "Monta~," he sang, holding out the letter. "Jill wrote the prince a letter~!"

Mammon sighed, and took the letter, reading silently to himself.

'Bel,

Usheshe~ If your reading this, then it means that I've beaten you. I've got a mate, Bel! Oh, she is just the prettiest werewolf you could ever imagine~ Sheshe, I don't want to spoil much, but she's got one hell of a tail! Pretty hot, eh? You better get yourself a mate too, or I'll have to tease you for life. Usheshe~ By the way, note from the king- he wants his daughter's tiara back! Usheshe!

Your beloved shadow and respected royalty,

Rasiel.'

"Bel, it sounds like he's making fun of you," Mammon said awkwardly. The blonde shook his head.

"Nope, we're always like this. Y'know, soon after we met, a young human prince found us and took us in. We learned everything about being royalty. But then, one day, I got lost while I was hunting. The Italian branch took me in for a bit, chewed me up, and then spat me out way over here. I haven't seen my brother since."

"That's sad...," Mammon murmured. Bel grinned widely.

"Of course, I don't need to worry aobut that anymore. I have you now, Monta."

The indigo haired werewolf blushed as Belphegor leaned in and gently bit his ear, then tried not to whimper when the princely werewolf leaned in and began to stroke his tail. The ringed hand traveled north up Mammon's body, caressing his lower back and holding him close with tender arms. "You're so pretty, Monta," Bel husked, dragging the other into the far corner of the enclosure. Mammon blushed, knowing that the blonde intended to take him again, then trembled, for he was beginning to anticipate it.

Meanwhile...

"So basically... thou art unable to mate with me...," Basil sighed. "Well... Can I at least get a dosage of thy delicious blood?"

Hibari shook his head. "Blood exchange. Can't."

Basil trembled. "Can thou bite me?"

"My fangs are..."

"But... Lord Hibarin," Basil murmured, quivering. "I cannot survive without thy divine sweetness! My Lord, I'm so... so attached to you!"

At the end of the sentence, the young vampire's lips parted to reveal his lustful fangs, and Hibari gulped, stepping back. "Now, Basil...," he said in a soothing voice. "Don't do anything rash... I don't want you to get Heartsickness, too..."

Basil lowered himself to the ground, panting slightly, and hissed, "Go. Please, my Lord. If it is your wish that I do not take thy blood, or that thou takes not my own, leave. My instincts art going to take over if thou dost not go..."

Hibari sighed, then began to walk away from his mate, leaving the younger vampire in a tearful heap on the ground as he left. He couldn't even imagine the pain that his mate was feeling. Since Basil was younger, Hibari knew that he was right in that age where instincts and hormones peaked. The ravenette frowned when he recalled how severe his adolescence had been. He'd bitten whatever he could bite, and soon learned what was safe to drink, and not safe. That was how all vampires got their sense of taste, really, because they were so overcome by the urge to steal the nutrients of other organisms. A pair of fangs was not much different from a reproductive organ. They often had to bite repeatedly in order to maintain calmness, and this sometimes resulted in a poor vampire satisfying itself with their own blood.

Hibari shuddered, recalling the one time he'd bitten himself, and silently hoped that Basil didn't resort to those methods as he once had. It was painful and unnatural to pierce yourself with your own fangs- plus, it only made a vampire's addiction to the pleasant feeling swell. Biting was a form of sexual contact. Blood exchange wasn't only a way to bond, it was a way to pass down your DNA through the generations, spreading yourself to other vampires and making yourself immortal. Fangs brought DNA into the host's system when the bite was made, and in turn, the biting vampire was brought the infinite luxury of taking the host's sweet genes into their mouth and making it their own. That was the dream of every vampire that ever lived- to have the entire race of vampires hold a piece of them within.

Hibari shook his head, not wanting to think any more about blood, especially because his own lust for it was growing. The vampire sighed, walking down into the old cage, and glanced up at the man who stood there. His heart skipped a beat. "Welcome, Hibari Natsu Kyoya the second," Mukuro murmured, kneeling down outside the cage and smiling eerily. "Hungry?"

His heart screamed for him not to betray Basil, and Hibari looked down. He was starving. He wanted blood, but he couldn't possibly take it. As much as it pained him, biting Mukuro would only complicate and worsen things further. He desperately wanted to sink his fangs into that delicate human flesh, but as he gazed up at Mukuro with his full, steely gray eyes, he knew it was wrong. "I... can't...," he sighed. Mukuro blinked, evidently confused, then sat down on the ground, and got out a knife.

"It looks like I'll have to tempt you, then," he chuckled, pressing the blade against his wrists. A flash of silver, and a line was drawn. Hibari watched in awe as blood seeped out, assaulting his delicate senses as he struggled to stay calm, but even closing his eyes couldn't block out the image of Mukuro and his sweet, red blood, bleeding... dripping... pooling on his wrist so wonderfully...

Oh, how it ached to resist. How it seared with fiery pain when his fangs were taunted like so. Hibari reopened his eyes, and trembled, then took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of Mukuro as he weakly fought his instincts. "Mukuro...," he rasped. "Please..." Mukuro held his wrist up, and the vampire made a grab for it, but the hunter was fast, and cruelly pulled away the moment Hibari expected to catch him. Hibari wasn't spared a drop of blood as the injured hand recoiled, and he was hurt by it. "Please, Mukuro... please," he cried. "Please, let me have it..."

"Kufufufufu," Mukuro chuckled. "You honestly should've drank when I offered it. Now look at you! Begging for my blood."

Hibari collapsed, his knees having grown weak from the surge of arousal that he recieved from Mukuro's fragrance. "Mukuro...," he whimpered. "How can you... how can you be so cruel to me?" he whimpered. "I love you... please..."

"Fufu... it hurts to see you beg like this," Mukuro admitted. "But that's just how it's got to be. Hibari Natsu Kyoya II, satisfy your own needs, or be haunted by this memory tonight."

Hibari blushed, and shamefully lifted his own wrist to his lips, before clipping an artery with his fangs and sucking hard. He wanted Mukuro's blood so badly that it was a bitter, foul taste when his own blood touched his lips, and Hibari coughed, humiliated, before reluctantly bringing his mouth and flesh together once more. He trembled as his lips wrapped around the small cut, tormenting his body beyond what he thought was possible as he continued to drink the disgusting fluid. This was what had sharpened vampires over time so that they wouldn't drink their own blood. The taste and sensation of placing one's fangs to one's own flesh was all-over appalling, and Hibari was still being assaulted by the rich smell of Mukuro's blood as his own intruding liquid poisoned his mouth. Not only was it his own blood, but Heartsick blood, and Hibari was sure that the disease had contributed to the sour aftertaste left on his tongue after suckling a wound he'd inflicted by himself to himself.

"Fufufu~ What's the matter, Hibarin?" Mukuro laughed. "You should be enjoying it..."

As much as Hibari loved Mukuro, the act he was committing now was one that vampires across the earth would shun. It was one of the most shameful things a vampire could do- especially at his age. The almost alcoholic bitterness was beginning to make Hibari's eyes water. He wanted the blood that was just out of his grasp. He'd do anything to get it, including this horrid deed. Moaning quietly, Hibari continued to drink from himself.

When Mukuro heard the moan, however, he felt that Hibari was enjoying this as much as himself. Watching the vampire nurse on his wrist, licking and sucking softly, his fangs sunk beneath the flesh as he used those beauties for what they were meant for, Mukuro could only grow more and more turned on. He lusted after Hibari with everything he had, ever since that first bite... ever since the first time those fangs had sunk into him, Mukuro found himself captivated by his own affection. "Sweetheart," Mukuro purred. "I love you." The vampire gave another lustful moan in response, and Mukuro blushed lightly as the other supposedly pleased himself. "Hibarin... Hibarin...," he husked, coming up closer to the cage. "Sweet Hibarin," Mukuro whispered, reaching through. "That's enough..." The vampire's face grew dark with a blush as he parted from his wrist and also came up to the cage entrance, and the two carefully met lips through the bars, their hands weaving through so that they could get at each other's clothes.

Hibari was particularly rough as his hands tore at the hunter's clothes, ripping his jacket and shirt off of his body in his heat. Mukuro didn't care, however, because he was almost as into it as the vampire. Their mouths glued together with passion, the two struggled to get closer, but the cage bars still separated them.

It was then that Mukuro was suddenly yanked back, and Hibarin whimpered in protest when the one he so lusted for was dragged back. "Mukuro, you idiot!" Dino cried. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mukuro stared at the tamer who had interrupted them, and looked away in embarassment. "D-Dino...," he murmured. "I'm sorry... I couldn't hold back... you know how I feel about him..."

Dino groaned, and, noticing the vampire's deep sexual need, the tamer said, "Y'know what? Go back to Basil, and get what you want."

Hibari shook his head. He didn't want to hurt Basil.

He never wanted to hurt Basil.

Never.

And then, it hit him. What he had done... the grave sin he had committed. He'd lusted after another to the point of losing control, and had become aroused by the gentle lips of someone who was not Basil. Hibari had betrayed his mate. Betrayed the one who felt 'true love' for him. Overcome by his guilt, Hibari slammed a fist into the wall behind him, and snarled at the deathly sweet smell that dared to hang in the air still. More than anything did he want to take it back, to take it all back. He could already practically see Basil's weeping face when he learned- and such was inevitable, for the hunter's blood had spilt all over his clothes as they had fought for each other's bodies, and now, that corruptive scent was stuck on him. Hibari's eyes watered with Basil's impending sorrow as he realized what a huge mistake he'd done. He should've just bitten when Basil requested it. Then none of this happened.

No one would've been hurt.

-End Chapter

I'm so dramatic sometimes. :3

Note to Saruko: We did have a fair vote on who Hayato would be paired with, and I'm sorry, but Takeshi won. I, too, am a Goku-Tsuna fan, but, as we all know, I follow the unanimous choice of the reviewers. :)

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