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Just letting you know, there will be lemon again this chapter.
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V^^ To Seal A Vampire ^^V
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Minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like minutes. Time lost all meaning to the two vampires consumed wholly with each other. There was no concept of individuality among them, that night they were one and only one. Fanged teeth smiled and nipped at flesh sweaty and sensitive, and bruised lips pressed together lovingly as their pale bodies met with abandon. Tension that had been building over years was given an outlet, and in its place something else was given life. There was no more need to resist each other, and instead the tension of a love unrequited became the mutual desire of two lovers, an indomitable flame that never receded.
Love.
Tsukune Aono lay beside his lover on her small bed, gently caressing his thumb over her cheek as she held his hand to the side of her face. They lay under the soft red silk of her sheets on their sides, barely a foot apart, basking in the post-coital glow for the moment before the pull became too much for them again. Her long silver hair was splayed everywhere around them, damp from exertion and shining in the meager light of the room, which only drew attention to the soft ruby eyes gazing contently at her mate.
The word still rolled around in Moka Akashiya's mind. Mate. Something she had never expected to find, a word she had never given much thought to because of that. Her other self dreamed of finding a love worthy of the title, but she had thought she knew better, and scoffed at the concept. Oh how she had been proven so, so wrong. Looking into the eyes so like her own, she knew she had found him. Her one and only, her love, the man who could somehow convey all of his feelings just as strongly with a touch of his thumb as he could in the throes of carnal passion.
Under the bright crimson gaze of his love, Tsukune had to smile adoringly. She simply didn't know how beautiful she was to him. Alabaster skin glimmering with perspiration and contentment framed strong arms hiding untold power, leading to a feminine hand capable of crushing bone like paper instead held tenderly over his on her deific face. The swell of her chest rose and fell with every one of her soft breaths, covered attractively with dark red silk, and her warm smile made his blood burn. Eventually the temptation became too much for him and he leaned forward, gently catching her lips with his once more. She chuckled sensuously as she wrapped her arms around him, readily accepting his touch.
Sadly, this was all interrupted by a blaring noise from her nightstand.
The vampiress growled at the unwelcome disturbance and reached back, impatiently smashing the source of the sound so she could return to her lover. The force behind the irritated strike reduced the stand to kindling, and this time it was Tsukune who chuckled as he was rolled to his back, his goddess veiling his body with hers.
"What was that?" he asked with half-interest as he kissed his way down her neck, and though Moka moaned at the wonderful treatment to her sensitive skin, she still sighed.
"My alarm clock."
He stilled, pulling away to look up at her with an incredulous smirk. "Your alarm clock."
"My alarm clock," she confirmed with a matching smirk, and giggled when his smile stretched and he laughed before pulling her face down to meet his for another kiss. Resting her forehead against his, they couldn't keep the oversized, impossibly smug smiles down at what that meant. The proximity soon led to playful pecks, which predictably lengthened, but eventually she pulled away, however grudgingly it may be. "We really shouldn't…" She moaned when he set yet another hickey against her neck, and bit her lower lip for more resolve. "Tsukune…oh damn…that's not fair…" She could feel his grin as he kissed under her jaw, forcing her to reveal more of her porcelain neck to his care, and she arched into him wantonly.
"All's fair in love and war."
Her lips twitched upwards in amusement. "Oh really?" Calling on her otherworldly strength, she pinned his arms over his head, holding him captive under her before she dove down to ravage his neck. Hard kisses had him holding himself back from reversing their positions, but his scent had a very unsurprising effect on her and he gasped brokenly when her sharp fangs dug deep into his throat. After the night they had, he would never be able to feel her bites the same way again, and in a good way.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he broke free of her hold with a flare of demonic energy, and she recognized his look right away. "Tsukune, wait!" Before she had any more time to protest he bit into her flesh hungrily. Her eyes rolled back in her head, all the while cursing herself for not being able to hold back from tasting his delectable blood. His bites had somehow managed to become even more potent, and she shook uncontrollably as another miniature orgasm rippled through nerves worn raw. Oh not fairrr…so not faaair… She crumpled against him, loving every second he spent licking her skin afterwards.
"You were saying?"
She punched his shoulder feebly, her vaunted strength still savoring the pleasure coursing through her. "We have an hour and a half until school starts. We need a bath, and you need to get back to your room before anyone sees."
He groaned as he hugged her to him and leaned his head into her breasts, and she smiled while she stroked his sweaty hair. She had absolutely no problem with this arrangement. "We could just skip…"
"They'd come looking for us," she responded simply, and he sighed, unnoticing of the shiver that crawled through her when his breath washed down her chest.
"I know, I know. Can't blame me for trying, can you?"
She laughed cheerfully, unafraid to do so in the quiet alone with him. "You make it sound like this will be the last time we do this. We have all of eternity, lover." A gasp broke from her lips when she felt him harden against her and his eyes darkened lustfully, a piercing gaze that burned through his bangs and almost made her gulp.
"Say that again," he ordered hotly.
A warm grin stayed in place as she ran a hand down the side of his face, her eyes soft with understanding. "I'll always love you, Tsukune; my vampire, my lover, my mate. We have all of eternity before us, there's no need to rush."
Suddenly she had been jerked forward into a frenzied kiss that took her breath away, and when he finally pulled away her vision swam. When she was able to focus in on his face again he gave her one last chaste kiss before releasing her. The last descriptive had been a new one to him, but his blood had responded more to that one word than his once-human self had to the one before it. The jolt it sent to his system was more than enough to disregard any tiredness he might have been feeling, but now time was against them.
"I should probably get going then." It was clear in his voice it was the last thing he wanted to do.
Shaking her head, she moved off the bed and stretched, gracing his eyes with her full uncovered beauty as she sighed happily, satiated in every sense. For the moment. Maneuvering around the pillows that had been knocked askew, the shards of wood and electronics that marked the death of her nightstand, and the table still set with their meal from last night, Moka ultimately found her choker dangling precariously on the shade of one of her lamps. She chuckled as she strapped it into place, and soon found her rosary just off to the side of the bed, buried under one of the halves of what used to be her blouse. Already feeling the weakening effects of holding the holy cross, she moved over to where he sat watching her and kissed him tenderly. He held the side of her face lovingly as she stepped away, and she merely smiled.
"I never said you had to leave right away. I said we needed a bath, not just me. An hour and a half is plenty of time…don't you agree? I'll see you later, lover."
What she was implying dawned on him just as she snapped the rosary back into place, and as she closed her eyes he watched her skin darken and pink bleed into her hair. Soon enough Moka's outer personality had been totally restored, and she 'eeped' in surprise when she opened her emerald eyes and noticed she was naked. She moved to cover herself, but Tsukune stopped her instinctively, and she blushed again when she saw he was just as nude as she was.
"You remember what happened, right?" He couldn't stand the thought of her waking up and not knowing they had made long, passionate love the entire night prior.
She nodded timidly, not trusting her voice. If she hadn't made that agreement with her inner self she would have been the one to rip off his shirt last night, and feeling the pleasant soreness of her body made her wish for that all the more. That wasn't even taking into account their activities the moments before her reawakening, and thanks to those her body was already telling her what it wanted to do, and she was in no condition to fight it. The whole reason she had agreed in the first place was that she was nowhere as confident as her inner self, but that became moot when his hand reached under her chin and suddenly she was kissing him.
Eyes open wide in shock soon surrendered to the brilliant warmth flooding through her, and she fell into him, not the least bit mindful to their state of undress anymore. She wanted him so badly, just as badly as the vampire within, but she had had to let go the second their desire peaked the night before. Now she was under no such obligations. There was the time restriction to think about however, so with that in mind she stopped before they got too far along, as much as her body protested the action. Tsukune seemed to share her sentiments, because he groaned lowly when she left his hold.
"I really should start the bath." Sure enough, he groaned again, and she giggled as her cheeks glowed endearingly. "Care to join me?"
Her lover went rigid—in more ways than one, she noticed with a rather lustful sense of mirth. His smoldering gaze helped her remember just how much he loved her, both her and the vampire held captive within her rosary. "Please say you meant that literally."
She giggled again, and she had to admit she had never thought Tsukune could be so open with their physical relationship once it actually started. Whatever confidence her inner self had given him the night before had certainly worked in his favor, and it was a welcome change. Hours of mind-blowing lovemaking could do that to anyone, she supposed. She chose to answer by extending her hand and smiling in a none-too-innocent way, which had an equal smile growing on him as he took her hand.
They chuckled as they made their way through the mess they had made of her room, and Tsukune almost froze when he noticed her bathroom was designed much differently than his. Where his had the practical bearing of a typical Japanese spa, hers was regal in every sense of the word. She kept every marble tile immaculate, and a large, claw-footed ivory bathtub took up most of the area instead of wasting it on something a vampire would find useless, such as a shower area. It was more than large enough to fit two people comfortably, and he couldn't help but follow the path of her body with his eyes as she leaned down to start the water.
His goddess was positively breathtaking, more than any material object in the entire world could ever hope to be in any amount of splendor. He knew he should be tired, he had every right to be, but trailing his gaze down her smooth back leading to her round, impossibly perfect posterior, his body decided right then there was no way in hell it was going to allow itself to feel anything of the sort. She gasped breathily when his arms wound around her from behind as she straightened, and her heart sped when she felt the entirety of him pressed against her.
Kissing the side of her neck affectionately, he tasted the dried sweat and pure pheromones soaked into her every pore from a night of uninhibited passion. She smelled irresistible, bathed so heavily in the carnal perfume and a scent he recognized instinctively as his own. While undeniably arousing, he knew the bath was needed too. Any youkai with any level of enhanced senses would be able to smell them on each other a mile away, and while a certain part of him would have taken great delight in seeing the looks on the other males' faces, the other, more dominant parts of him would be embarrassed beyond belief.
"Tsukune…" she moaned lightly as his hands gently massaged over her firm abdomen, tracing invisible designs over her peachy flesh. The urge to whimper had never been so powerful before. He was so tender with her, just as she knew he had been with her vampire self as well…before they had been pushed too far, that is. He didn't need to say how much he loved her, it was shown in every adoring touch he gave her body. She chewed her lower lip between her teeth as his reverent touches glided lower, softly ghosting over her thighs before trailing back up to her breasts. The moan he earned when he softly skimmed her generous assets surprised even her, and she pushed back into him unabashedly, rewarded with a moan of her own when his arousal was pressed into the cleft of her backside.
"Moka…"
Hearing her name whispered by his powerful voice made her sex throb, and she absentmindedly cursed that they had so little time together. Her other self was fast asleep, dreaming peaceful dreams of the nights to come, while she was left to go to school with the weary body. Life was so unfair sometimes, but the silver lining was right behind her. Considering his newfound hair color, it was quite literal. She smiled ruefully before turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself up for a hot kiss that meshed their slick bodies together, allowing her to feel his hard girth against her stomach. They may not have a lot of time, but she swore each and every second would be well remembered. If she was going to be tired anyway, she figured she might as well make it worth it.
He blinked dazedly when she removed her arms from around him, and smiled in the same way. "I've never been so glad for an unhealthily early alarm in my life."
She grinned back as she swept her hands through her thick candy-pink mane, that in itself the explanation. "Have you ever tried washing this much hair?"
Gently pulling her to him, he brushed his fingers through the strands she was holding, teasing them under his nose with a heavy inhalation that had her eyes fluttering. "No, but I'll be happy spending the rest of my life getting used to that."
She almost swooned.
Willing her legs to keep her upright, she reached for the jar of herbal tablets kept on a nearby shelf shakily. With a few dissolved for safe measure, she sunk into the gloriously hot water, and her sigh of happiness didn't go unnoticed. Looking over at her lover, she nearly grinned just as evilly as her other self would have at his painfully aroused state. Leaning up, she motioned for him to slide in behind her, and he took the invitation eagerly, releasing an equally satisfied sigh when the hot water eased the soreness from his muscles. Feeling her slick body rubbing against him was absolute heaven, and he pulled her closer. When her back was flush against his chest, he leaned back into the curve of the tub and rested his head against the edge, content in the warmth of his vampiress and the beauty of the moment. It was just perfect, and he couldn't resist closing his eyes for just a second to imprint it into his psyche.
"I love you, Moka," he repeated softly once more, and she smiled as she laid her head back on his strong chest. He would never tire of saying those words, nor would she tire of hearing them.
"I love you too, Tsukune."
With just a small movement upwards, she was able to maneuver his length between her thighs, and she heard him suck in a sharp breath behind her. The wetness amid her legs wasn't all from the water they were in, and he seemed to know that. Judging from the way his arms tightened under her breasts, he wanted what she wanted just as much as she did. In a way, she was glad her unsealed self had lost their maidenhead, so she was allowed to revel in the full experience of him penetrating her without worrying about pain. There was no desire for foreplay; she had hours upon hours of memories, in a frustrated state of mind as it was, to make up for that. She wanted him. Now. As she slowly drew him into her, her eyes squeezed tight in bliss, feeling her inner walls stretch to accommodate her lover. She had wanted this ever since she had reawakened, and it was just as her faint memories had told her. Nerves overactive from use sparked to life yet again, and her fingers tightened around the base of the tub. When he was at last embedded in her fully and she was seated on his hips, she drew in a shuddering breath.
She had never felt so full in her life. It was an amazing feeling, like she had eaten and would never be hungry again. Her whole body was alight in wonder, and she knew now why her inner self was so reluctant to let him go. Rocking her hips, her world lost color as the water sloshed around them. Pleasure burned through her in white-hot waves, and she moaned appreciatively. Though technically a virgin, she had an entire night of memories to work from, and she quickly established a rhythm as best she could, desperately wanting to feel that incredible release herself.
Tsukune groaned huskily. It truly felt like he had two different lovers; each was different and yet the same. They shared the same body, but it felt like a completely separate person, and they each had a style uniquely their own. 'Inner' Moka was sure and confident in everything she did, even lovemaking; 'Outer' Moka was shy but determined, and God help him he was losing his mind. From his position he could do nothing but urge her on with his hands on her hips, and she took the encouragement wholeheartedly, grinding herself back into him with renewed vigor. He hissed through clenched teeth as the sensation bolted through him. Slick with water, their bodies rubbed together effortlessly, and she braced her hands on his legs to gain leverage as hers slid easily on the floor of the tub. He could do nothing however, and she was torturing his body so beautifully he didn't know whether to beg her to stop or beg her for more. Actually, he did. He wanted more, so very much more.
It was better than she could have ever expected, better than all her other self's memories could have ever conveyed. She felt like she was burning from the inside out, like all of her nerves were attuned to one source, and they fired in sequence with every roll of her toned stomach. She loved the feel of his hands gripping her, pushing her deeper, harder, and it was all she could do to keep herself quiet. She could feel his every breath, each beat of his heart, tense of his muscles. This was what she had sought, the oneness that echoed so deeply inside her she didn't know where she began and he ended.
Her pleasure-filled haze was broken when he took control and unexpectedly pushed her forward. She had no need to fear, because even though she was off-balance, he wasn't, and he caught her easily in one hand as his other steadied them on the edge. She whined when he slid out of her, but then he carefully rolled her out of his grip so she could lay on the curve of the other end, and her desire spiked when she realized that now they could see each other fully. She could see his compact, powerful muscles drip water through their contours as he leaned over her, watch as his heated gaze drank in her form before him, and she had never felt so beautiful in her life. A shiver of anticipation passed through her as his touch lingered down the creamy flesh of her thighs, and he didn't disappoint. Pulling her legs to his shoulders, he sheathed himself again in one smooth stroke. She cried out at the depth he achieved so easily, but it went unheard to the world as he devoured her lips, and the pace he set both quenched and grew the desire boiling inside them.
Water splashed onto the tiles as their bodies joined harshly, and Moka hummed joyfully at the newfound intensity to their intimacy. Bidden by an unknown desire, she ran her hands through his hair, peering straight into his eyes as they made love. She almost gasped when his wet hair obliged willingly, folding behind his ears and smoothing down his head. She had only ever known him with the shaggy, messy hairstyle he held so naturally, but when it was wet and manageable he looked positively astounding. His whole face was revealed to her, and the luminous glow of his wet silver hair and bright ruby eyes made that even more exceptional. This was all blasted from her mind when he hit a particular spot harder than normal, and she threw her head back and moaned loudly. She had never loved her flexibility more than in that moment.
He brushed her abundant hair over her forehead soothingly, loving every twist of her expression when their hips met. Her arms were clasped behind his neck, seeking some sort of foundation as her world shook. She was unquestionably erotic, but like everything else it was of her own distinct flavor. As much as she and the vampire within were the same person, he both noticed, and loved, their differences. Her breathy moans made his every effort harder, which in turn spurned stronger sounds, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. It was too much; the beautiful atmosphere, the sound of the turbulent waves, her absolutely amazing moans, the shocks of pleasure more powerful than even the shocks of pain from fresh water; he was simply done for. When her legs slipped from his shoulders to lock behind his waist, it signaled the beginning of the end.
"Tsukune…Tsukune…!"
Hearing his name said like that was the last straw. "Moka!"
The onset of nirvana was nothing short of explosive, and in desperation she pushed herself underwater. He heard her scream even then, and he quickly joined her both to cover his own and to meet her lips, frantic for more contact. When they broke the surface it was done leisurely, contented at last. She drew him to her for another kiss, and he was more than happy to oblige. Pulling apart, he shifted to his back again, and she simply followed to lie on his chest, flattening her breasts against him.
"Suddenly my alarm doesn't seem early enough," she joked with a warm smile, and he laughed as he tightened his grip around her.
"Like a certain someone I know said: we have all of eternity before us, there's no need to rush."
She chuckled, and for some reason couldn't help but wonder what would happen when it was Kurumu's turn. She was a succubus after all. Combine that with vampire stamina, and the outcome was definitely an unknown. She smiled despite herself. Something told her she would have teasing material for the rest of her known life. "Who said getting clean isn't as fun as getting dirty?"
He howled with laughter and kissed her forehead, easing his fingers through the wet strands of pink plastered to her head. "We should probably start if we don't want to be late, ne?"
A sad nod was his answer, but she kissed him regardless, savoring the act before they had to go back to the outside world. Motioning to the shampoo and conditioner on the shelf off to the side, their hands started another trek.
It was a wonder they ever made it out of the bathroom. Neither of them had ever known how different it could feel to have someone else's hands caress over their scalp, and Moka had nearly turned into a puddle of happy goo when her lover's gentle fingers washed her. The way he traversed her back lovingly had eased any and all tension from her tired muscles, and she succumbed to temptation more than once over the course of their cleaning. Tsukune had had much the same reaction, and when she started tracing his scars he shivered. Though in most scars nerves were supposed to be deadened, his were the exact opposite, more often than not having been healed by vampire blood. Nerves that should have died had instead been brought back to life with supernatural strength, and even when the blood wore off the effect remained. In other words, they were some of the most sensitive areas on his body, and Moka found this out very quickly, much to his chagrin.
Time was against them, so as much as they hated to, they had eventually finished. As she dressed in a fresh uniform Tsukune found his boxers and pants, and Moka laughed when they remembered he had no top anymore. Another casualty of vampiric desire was her room in general, but they had no energy to spare for cleaning right then, though they were feeling surprisingly refreshed from the hot bath.
As he moved to leave they still had time to spare, thankfully. Kokoa would get suspicious if they weren't on their route on time.
"I'll see you in a few," she said with a smile, and he returned it with a chuckle.
With one last chaste kiss to his lover, and the cross she wore for safe measure, the half-naked vampire took off towards his dorm with what he hoped was blinding speed.
That was one night he would never forget for the rest of his life.
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Sure enough, young Kokoa Shuzen was 'just' getting to the fork in the road where they usually met when Tsukune Aono and Moka Akashiya met again, and fortunately she completely missed the undertone to the smiles they gave each other.
"Mornin' Onee-chan!" she greeted in typical Kokoa fashion, and Tsukune sighed at the way she skipped over him entirely. Check that, she did regard him, but it was only to stick out her tongue.
Maybe I should bite her just to get even… He smiled at the thought, and the younger vampire misinterpreted the action.
"Wierdo."
Moka intervened hastily when she realized the track her lover's train of thought was running on, and she just barely stopped him from plunging his fangs into her neck as the miniature vampiress strode ahead of him confidently. "Tsukune!"
"What?" he whispered back innocently. "She had it coming!"
She resisted the urge to tell him just how fitting his words were. "Family's off-limits."
He nearly fell on his face. "Y-You…you think I was…no!" She grinned; he was just so easy to tease when it came to things like that.
"I know, I know, lighten up."
He grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and didn't notice when Kokoa turned back to them again. "You must have gotten a really good sleep, Onee-chan. You look even more…sparkly than usual." Moka nearly burst out laughing, and Tsukune simply smiled knowingly.
"We'll go with that, yeah."
When they met up with Kurumu and Mizore outside of the gates, they too noticed the glow coming from the other young woman, and they themselves looked worse for wear comparatively. They looked like they were barely staying awake, and though both older vampires among them felt similar, at least they had a reason for it. Yukari looked just fine though. As for why, they had no idea.
"Wow, don't you look shiny today," Kurumu noticed with what one might call sleep-deprived grumpiness, and Mizore merely nodded her agreement as she wiped her eyes.
"You don't look like you slept too well," the pinkette stated hesitantly, and even Kokoa nodded at that.
"The dorm was even weirder than usual last night. The whole damn thing felt like it was creaking, and it made these bizarre moans that were just plain creepy. It wasn't even windy last night!"
Moka and Tsukune turned a deathly shade of white.
"I know!" the succubus agreed vehemently. "I swear some of my witchcraft books were almost knocked from the shelves!"
Their collars were getting rather hot now.
"Yeah, and those breezy noises really started sounding familiar after a while, though I guess anything would when you hear them that often. That wood must be in really bad shape," the snow woman added.
"I slept great ~desu!" Yukari announced proudly, completely contradicting everyone else. "Those moans were pretty nice when you got used to them! I just imagined it was Tsukune-san and Moka-san with me; whew ~desu!"
Two new things could be seen from space now, they were sure of it.
"The worse thing is after I finally got to sleep, when I woke up it was still happening! Character only goes so far, I don't want the damn thing falling down on me!" The redhead turned back to look at her sister then. "You're lucky you got to sleep!" Upon closer examination, she backed away carefully. "Whoa, are you okay Onee-chan? You don't look so hot…"
"I'm…I'm fine," she replied as she leaned into Tsukune for support, whom was looking even paler than normal himself. "Must be thirsty, that's all."
"Well then what are you waiting for! Your boy-toy blood-bag's right there!"
Looking at Tsukune apologetically, the scapegoat had no choice but to let his neck be bit. After the night they had, he just barely stifled the sound that he wanted to make when those familiar teeth broke his flesh once more. They always made sure they had more than enough time to recover after each bite, and by doing so they weren't even that thirsty in all honesty. They had been feeding almost nonstop the entire night. Vampires were only able to naturally recover a bare minimum of what their body needed to survive, but something else had taken place between the two vampires last night, and their shared blood had never been more literal.
"You're not looking too well either, Tsukune. Come on, at least it'll give me a reason to pass out in class!" Kurumu said jokingly, but they could tell she wasn't all kidding.
He had to go along with the excuse, and Moka almost reached out and stopped him. If what she remembered was indeed true…. She let her hand fall and sighed. Well, the succubus would find out soon enough.
Violet eyes half-lidded with sleep shot open in instant shock when she felt her love-interest's long canines sink into her. There was no way to describe it, she simply went stiff as she took on her true form instinctively. She couldn't shake, couldn't blink, couldn't breathe. She could just feel, and all she could feel was pleasure; earth-shaking, toe-curling, curse-inducing pleasure.
Tsukune didn't linger long, but it was more than enough. When he licked her wounds clean she wobbled on her feet, and the others could only take in the celestial drunkenness their friend seemed to be experiencing with dry mouths. Her tail twitched in its languid wags behind her, and her wings were limp at her sides as she gazed into nothingness happily.
"Hehe…oh…wow…"
Kokoa eyed the glazed look on her senior's face critically. "Now what in the unholy levels of hell did you do?"
He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "I…bit her?"
"You bloody-well amped-up the pleasure threshold in your fangs, you sex-crazed demon! You really are an incubus! Get yourself under control already!"
Well, he hadn't known he could vary the degree others felt, but thinking back, he had to admit Moka started reacting even more to his bites as the night went on. Whoops. If Kurumu had gotten a full dose of that… "Sorry, Kurumu."
She shook off her daze and jumped into him, which of course pressed her large bosom into him as well. "Don't ever be sorry for that! Sweet merciful God that felt incredible!" He turned a bright red under both her words and her actions, and she nuzzled her head into his chest affectionately. "Mmm, you even smell nice today. Not that you don't smell nice every day, but you smell like strawberries! If you want me that badly I'm yours!"
He nearly choked, and his traitorous body had the gall to react to her words. Oh great. Maybe what Kokoa-chan said isn't too far off. He couldn't deny his attraction to her, but he did feel bad for this happening now, of all times. His breath hitched when the woman hugging him stiffened suddenly, and she sniffed him with more intent this time.
"In fact…you never smell like this." Jumping off him and pulling his head down to her—which conveniently stuck him right into her cleavage like she usually did—she smelled his hair carefully. Oblivious to his flailing arms, she eventually let him go, and stared him over decisively. "Did you get new shampoo recently?"
He scratched the side of his head in confusion. "Not that I know of." A quick look to his side—where Moka was shaking her head vigorously, before slapping her palm to her face—and he realized very quickly that was not the answer he should have given. It was only then that he remembered the reason why he would smell differently. Now Tsukune wasn't one to use profanity very often, but he could only think one thing. Oh shit.
A miracle occurred, because the loudspeaker system of the school sparked to life. "Would Tsukune Aono please report to the headmaster's office immediately. That is Tsukune Aono, to the headmaster's office immediately."
"W-Well will you look at that! Gotta go!" And he took off running.
Stalking towards Moka, the blue-haired monster unceremoniously pulled some of the incredible length of the vampire's hair to her, careful not to pull too hard of course. Her eyes narrowed when she put the candy-colored locks under her nose, and Moka looked away with her best 'innocent' pout.
"Mokaaaaa…"
No one else in the group was that stupid, and they knew what the succubus was getting at. Mizore didn't really look like she cared, but Yukari had stars in her eyes. Kokoa looked like she was going into cardiac arrest though.
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me! We Succubae invented that look!"
"What? I can't say 'what' anymore?"
Mizore just popped the sucker from her mouth and calmly proceeded to derail the entire conversation. "I take it he was pretty good?"
There was no stopping the faraway stare the question provoked, and that query answered, Kokoa nearly had an aneurism. "Onee-chan, you didn't!"
She rubbed the back of her head like someone they knew did so often. She hadn't expected to be caught so soon, but she wasn't about to be embarrassed concerning something that felt so good. Besides, the people she was talking to would likely find out what she was talking about soon enough. Might as well rub it in while she had the chance. The look on her sister's face would be priceless, at the very least. "You're right actually, I didn't. Well, not 'til this morning at least."
The young vampire's eyes doubled in size, and even the others looked pretty shocked at that confession. "Y-Y-Y-Y-You mean…no…no, not possible; Onee-sama wouldn't…. W-Wait, t-those were…she was the one…n-no way…. They were…hers…?"
The overwhelmed Kokoa fainted immediately, still mumbling incoherencies.
"That answers why you look so glowy anyways," Kurumu muttered as she rolled her eyes. "So when did you guys go to bed if you got your turn this morning?" Moka turned her head away, whistling innocently. It was the succubus' turn to widen her eyes. "You're kidding."
"Welllll…"
Yukari fainted from blood loss, twitching with the biggest grin they had ever seen on her face as blood continued to trickle from her nose.
"So, he's fair game now, right?" the snow woman asked outright, never once losing her aloof demeanor. There was no hiding the red stained on her pale cheeks however, and her eyes seemed glued to the path Tsukune had taken.
The vampire gave an acquiescent shrug. "I have no problem with it. I know where I stand."
Kurumu eventually just sighed and smiled. Succubae were known for their many lovers, of both sexes, even if they only married the one they deemed their 'destined one.' Poor Tsukune had found that out in a rather untimely manner during their first year school festival. "Well, this'll be interesting."
Oh you have no idea, a certain vampiress thought devilishly with one eye cracked open, before she returned to her wonderful dreams of lust and love.
It was going to be nothing if not interesting.
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Tsukune Aono couldn't believe what had just happened. Taking a page from Kokoa's book, he promptly stuffed the experience into the farthest corner of his mind, to deal with at a later time. Or never, preferably. He nearly scared Ruby out of her skin as he burst into the waiting area of the headmaster's office and quickly slammed the door behind him.
"Whoa there, Tsukune-san! The announcement barely went out two minutes ago!" the witch cheered with a happy smile, and he noticed with some relief that she looked like she had gotten some sleep.
"Y-Yeah, well, I needed an excuse to get out of a conversation anyways."
Ruby pursed her lips in thought with a finger on the puckered flesh. "Hmm, must have been stories about the state of the girls' dorm right? I've had lots of complaints about that today already."
Tsukune paled again. Had they really been that rough with each other? Thinking back, he had to admit that at certain times, yes, yes they had. "You don't look too tired; do you think they're just exaggerating?"
She laughed lightly. "Oh no, I live on the top floor and I was feeling it. I just imagined it was you and I fell right asleep! Talk about sweet dreams!"
He lit up brightly at the assistant's total disregard for too much information. What is it with witches and…argh! The fact that it really was him only made it worse. They were going to have to be much more careful. "S-So, what is it the headmaster wanted me for?"
The elder witch among their group shook herself free of the trance she seemed to be under, and clapped her hands excitedly. "Your rosary's ready! I thought it'd be a good idea to get it to you before school started, since it's your first day back after everyone watched you wipe Inner Moka all over Paradise! Funny thing is most of them still haven't figured out who she is."
Oh thank God! The young man thought gratefully. That was the last thing he needed. "So he's expecting me?"
"Indeed I am, Tsukune-kun," a voice greeted amicably as a hand put itself on his shoulder from behind. The loud crack of metal snapping went unheard through Tsukune's terrified yelp as he nearly hit his head on the roof, and the Exorcist looked at him curiously. "Jumpy today, are we?"
The young vampire clutched his racing heart as he glared at the headmaster, who had managed yet again to appear from somewhere with the sole intent of scaring the hell out of him. "Apparently."
He chuckled as he moved to open the imposing door to his creepy abode. "Well then, please come into my office. We should be finished by the time homeroom begins."
With one last glare, Tsukune nodded and entered, unnoticing of Ruby's inquisitive glance at the Exorcist. The cloaked man simply nodded before setting the object in his hand in hers and closing the door behind him.
The witch looked down to her hand, where a simple, broken rosary rested.
Tsukune-san…you really are…
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"Okay, so how does this work?" the former human asked bluntly as he tried not to be too intimidated by the imposing office.
The Exorcist opened one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a gleaming silver necklace, intricately designed with elaborate oval links. In each holy ellipse a tiny silver cross had been painstakingly crafted, and in the center of the string rested a relatively small silver cross. Even it was a work of art, with archaic symbols carved into the blessed metal around the edges and pronounced in black. Superimposed in the interior was yet another cross, this one made by four meeting crystals similar to a star, and they in turn pointed to the heart of the original cross as well as their own, where a black gem rested.
It was without question the most beautiful piece of jewelry he had ever laid eyes on.
"W-Wow…is that mine?" he whispered in awe.
The headmaster looked at him with those strange eyes of his and still managed to make him feel like an idiot, regardless of his—or anyone else's—inability to tell apart the emotions in them. "No, I have another vampire I'm sealing after you. Of course it's yours, child."
He rubbed his neck nervously. "R-Right, I knew that. Moka's is so much larger I guess I was expecting something different."
That earned one of the Exorcist's trademarked chuckles. "Why Tsukune-kun, you make it seem like size matters."
Tsukune's skin suddenly matched his eyes. I just can't escape innuendo today, can I?! Pushing the blood back where it belonged, he cleared his throat. "So, what do I do? Just put it on?"
"First, hold out your hand for me."
He did as he was told, and a knife flashed from nowhere before he could do anything about it. He hissed as he jerked back his hand, where a cut was already healing. "What was that for?!"
The school board chairman calmly held out the knife he was holding, dripping with the dark red source of a vampire's power. "Watch." Placing the rosary he was holding in his other hand under the bloody blade, Tsukune watched in fascination as the crystals previously colorless absorbed the liquid greedily. In no time at all the inner cross of prisms had been dyed crimson, and after the headmaster wiped the remnants from the blade and the cross, it was suddenly that much more extravagant.
"That would be so cool, if it wasn't so creepy."
Another dark chuckle sounded. "It's necessary for someone in your…unique situation. Now you will put it on, so I can begin the ceremony."
Tsukune took the holy necklace from him gingerly. Just in appearance alone it looked powerful, and he didn't even want to think of how much such an incredible item must have cost. Winding the sealing chain behind his neck, the locks snapped into place instantly, and suddenly he was sick to his stomach. Indecipherable designs glowed to life under him, ancient art of a skill shrouded in secrecy, and he wobbled back weakly.
"I…don't feel too good."
"Don't worry, that's normal. Your power isn't used to being restrained anymore, and considering your growth even over the week since you've changed, it doesn't want to be. It will all be over in a second."
He fell to his knees as the sickly feeling grew the longer the Exorcist chanted, and he could feel his power receding. He had always made it a point never to release more than he thought he had to, but he had never guessed how much he radiated normally was so much compared to what he was feeling now. As the power waned he could feel something else, an undercurrent gradually growing in his blood. It was…cold; no, mystical; no, what was it? There was something else, maybe even some-things else. Weak, but there.
Pulling out the Rosary of Judgment, the headmaster spoke one last prayer in a language he didn't recognize and peacefully pressed it against the new one glowing in the hollow of Tsukune's throat. Bright silver hair returned to warm chocolate brown, and feline eyes the color of blood slowly bled back to a human, gentle brown. Pale vampiric skin darkened into the tan the young man had once always sported, and soon he was back to what was considered 'normal' in the human realm. Tsukune was left there panting on his hands and knees, trying to get up the strength to stand again.
"That…was harsh…" He had gotten so used to hearing his voice echo in his ears he barely recognized what had once been his normal one. He had to admit it felt nice to hear it again though. At least the sealing hadn't made the night's activities catch up with him, which meant he still had his vampire healing capabilities. It did slightly accentuate the tiredness of his muscles, and for that he was far from grateful.
"It's to be expected. Looks like it went off without a hitch, so you can return to class now," the headmaster said dismissively.
"Wait, can I remove it? Is it like Moka's? You haven't told me anything about this thing, and besides that it looks like something I'd never be able to afford! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really thankful, but am I supposed to believe you're just giving this to me?"
The Exorcist looked back over his shoulder at the sealed vampire with a grin that managed to be both amused and dark. "Now, now, Tsukune-kun, of course I'm not giving it to you. I'll be extracting payment for that little artifact over the remainder of the year. It's always nice having assistants to help me out."
"Of course it is," Tsukune groaned in resignation. "What about removing it?"
"Don't worry about that; while not as extreme as young Moka-chan's, I've programmed the rosary to allow you to remove it if circumstances deem it fit. You always do manage to get yourself into unusual situations. That's merely a precaution, as soon as the school year ends it will be under your complete control. As for any others, well, rosaries generally choose their own keys other than those ingrained into them, so who knows?"
"Gee, thanks."
He smiled. "Run along now, I have other things to do. You're going to be late if you stay here too much longer."
Tsukune's eyes widened. "Oh crap!"
The Dark Lord chuckled as he watched the teenager scramble out of his office like he was on fire, and shook his head in amusement. "The coming years will be very interesting for the realms, won't they, Lilith?"
The pixie flew over from her perch hidden in the shadows onto his shoulder. "With him? Definitely. I can almost see Lord Shuzen's face now!"
Ruby couldn't help but be disconcerted by the laughter that suddenly rolled out of her master's chambers.
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The bell was just ringing as Tsukune made it through the doors of his classroom, and he exhaled greatly as he leaned against the closed door. "Whew, safe!"
He was swiftly mobbed by almost the entire class, grateful to have their fellow classmate back.
Moka sighed with a smile. Only you, Tsukune, only you. It felt like too long since she had last seen his warm russet eyes gazing at her, but only he would be able to have everything back to normal the second he was sealed, even though they knew he was a vampire. Even his epic battle with her was all but forgotten; all they saw was the young man they had been with over almost three full years of school. Tsukune merely smiled one of his face-splitting grins as he rubbed the back of his head, unused to all the attention.
When the class was at last called to order, he smiled over at his friends, and they had to admit the lack of fangs was abnormal to them now. His seal was hidden under his clothes, and they weren't about to ask him in the middle of class. They had half-expected a choker like Moka's, but that might have just been Ruby's wishful thinking.
Still, not long later, nearly the whole class was asleep.
Shizuka Nekonome looked over her class strangely, before shrugging and curling up on her desk. "Meh, catnaps are always nice! Designated nap time!"
Not about to argue with that logic, Youkai Academy had its first class on napping, led by an overqualified cat demon.
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The infamous Newspaper Club walked away from the school at the end of the day, surprisingly energetic all things considered.
"So Tsukune, are you going to show us your rosary? I've been dying to see it all day!" Kurumu asked happily as she jumped onto her destined one's back and nuzzled her cheek into his.
Hastily frozen solid, the snow woman among them removed the clip-on from Tsukune's back. "Cool off."
All too soon the succubus broke out of her icy prison, and she shook Mizore by the shoulders with mock tears in her eyes. "Hey! You're curious too, why'd you do that?!"
The blue-eyed woman simply moved into Tsukune's chest and rested her head against it, calmly sticking her tongue out at the incarnation of lust.
One of their patented ridiculous brawls started predictably.
Tsukune slapped his hand over his face. Well, I needed a reason to see if I could still use their powers anyway. Good a time as any. He whistled sharply.
They responded to the interruption more out of confusion than anything else, but soon they were both rolling on the ground, clutching their sides and laughing hysterically. Even the normally deadpan Mizore was flushed in joy as she fought off the feathers attacking her skin. Moka had to hold her hands over her mouth lest she laugh too hard, but Yukari was thoroughly enjoying the scene before her.
"Stop! I give, I give!" Kurumu shouted between the gasping breaths she took to laugh harder.
The experiment an overpowering success, Tsukune released them, pleased it had worked so well. New as he was to the world of illusions and magic, he had been worried he would accidentally do something much different than what he wanted. "Well, that worked better than I hoped. I guess we can still train even with me sealed!"
"Oh, I knew you'd be a natural! I knew it!" the blunette crowed as she jumped onto him again, flattening his face into her bust for the second time that day. Releasing him before she was flash-frozen again, she put her hands on her hips proudly. "Now come on, I want to see the hardware! Training can wait!"
He grinned with a sigh as he shuffled off his tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt, pulling the silver necklace from its hiding place. Kurumu and Yukari instantly preened over how beautiful the item was while Mizore looked on appreciatively from a distance, but Kokoa and Moka turned a very unhealthy shade of white.
"O-Onee-chan," the smaller vampire whispered, "is-isn't that…?"
"Y-Yeah…" her elder sister whispered back shakily. "T-That's even more powerful than mine…t-that's…"
Neither of them could bring themselves to say it, both for different reasons.
Inner Moka looked over him admiringly. You really were born for greatness, weren't you?
Kurumu and Mizore didn't know just what they would be training, but the fact remained, they couldn't wait to be alone with him.
And blissfully oblivious Tsukune Aono was none the wiser.
A certain succubus was going to change that.
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'Til next time!
Sabr