Fourth

Following an unstable vampire into a deserted graveyard was a very bad idea. He'd looked sad when he asked her to bring a bouquet of roses, so she figured he wanted to visit a relative's grave—which she hadn't been wrong about—but she should have known that that wasn't all he had on his mind.

Not that Yui was often sure what Kanato had on his mind. His teddy bear and sweets seemed to be safe guesses in general, but whenever he looked at her, she was afraid to think about it. He scared her in a unique way that set him apart from his brothers.

He seemed extra unstable tonight, too. First he angrily threw accusations at her that made no sense, then he laughed hysterically when she tripped over some rotting piece of wood.

"That's incredible, Yui!" he shouted gleefully. "You should see how pathetic you look!"

He went from cold to hot in a split second.

"Now crawl around in the dirt some more," he demanded with crazed excitement, "and cry like the pathetic girl you are. Then I may forgive you."

Yui had no idea what she did that needed to be forgiven—by Kanato, at least—but she knew whatever it was, it was probably just in his head.

"I'm…sorry," she said quietly. That seemed to be the only safe thing to do at this point.

"You're very cute," Kanato said, suddenly calm. "That's enough."

Yui watched Kanato sit his bear up on top of one of the short stone pillars, and then he was very suddenly right in front of her. He pushed her down, back flat on the ground, before she had time to even try to get up.

"Kanato?" Yui questioned nervously.

He started to lower his head, opening his mouth wide.

"Stop!" Yui pleaded, turning her face away from him.

Kanato actually did pull back a bit.

"I forget," he mumbled. "If mortal women aren't kissed before they're pleasured, do they become angry?"

Yui looked at him, fearful and uncomprehending. "What are you talking about?!"

"Women are such a pain," Kanato sighed.

"Don't—"

Kanato cut her off with a kiss. It was very unlike Ayato's kisses. His were playful and forceful and heated. Kanato's was softer and more attentive, but somehow cold and detached. He didn't try to force his tongue into her mouth. When she turned her face away from his again, he didn't try to stop her. He just went to her neck and bit it.

It was by far the least painful bite she'd had to experience since meeting the Sakamaki brothers. He was smaller than the others, so maybe his fangs were smaller too. He didn't dig in very much, either, or stay latched on for long, and when he did detach, she heard him inhale deeply.

"Your scent is nostalgic," he told her, sounding amused. "Why do you smell so familiar to me?"

He bit her again but much harder, almost like Laito.

"N-no," Yui gasped, "that hurts! Kanato!"

Kanato pushed himself back up.

"Oh, that's right," he murmured, and started threading his fingers through her hair and caressing her. "I should make it feel good, shouldn't I?"

He leaned back down, got his arms around her, and pulled her up as he bit into the flesh immediately below her collarbone.

That felt good. Somehow, the way Kanato sank his fangs into her flesh there was far more pleasurable than painful. She couldn't restrain her voice completely. Some squeaks and gasps escaped her.

Kanato raised his head enough to tell her, "You're so delicious!" before biting into her again, sending fresh waves of pleasure all the way down to her toes.

"Kanato," Yui gasped, mustering every ounce of self-control she had. "No…Please, stop…"

Kanato lifted his head again. "I won't let you go," he murmured into her ear.

The soft tones made her shiver. His voice, even more than his brothers', acted like the numbing venom of a spider, and Yui was the insect being wrapped up in his web. The more she fought, the more he would bite, the more poison she would be injected with.

Kanato lowered Yui back down to the ground. If he noticed how much she was trembling and how close she was to crying, he did a good job of pretending he didn't.

"Be a good girl," he murmured, "and don't move."

Gentle as he sounded, there was something underneath the borderline tenderness that told her she would have hell to pay if she didn't follow his instructions. She stayed still. When he put her arms up and crossed her wrists behind her head, she left them there. He tugged her sweater and bra up to her elbows, leaving them still covering the top half of her face. She couldn't see anything but pink knit, but she still didn't protest.

A part of her had to wonder if maybe it would be better to not see what he was going to do to her, but the idea was quickly dismissed. The anxiety of not being able to see was worse than knowing what was coming. Still, doing what he wanted seemed like the safest route.

Since seeing wasn't an option, Yui tried to concentrate hard on every sound, every breath, every little movement Kanato made.

A quiet laugh.

A pleased sigh.

A gentle caress of her breasts.

A horrifyingly delightful bite just below her bellybutton.

At that, Yui moved.

It wasn't on purpose. She managed to keep her vocal reaction down to a throaty grunt, but her back arched without permission. Her thighs—which she only then realized were on either side of Kanato—pressed in of their own accord. Yui was pretty sure what they pressed themselves against was Kanato's ribcage.

Kanato giggled. "Does that feel good, Yui?" he asked softly.

She felt his fingertips trail from her waist to her mid-thigh. Without warning, he clamped his hand down on it and dug his nails in deep enough to draw blood.

Yui screamed wordlessly.

"All you care about is how you feel!" he accused viciously. "It doesn't matter to you at all whether or not I feel good too!"

"No, Kanato—"

"I don't want to hear it!" Kanato shouted.

He bit into her throat hard. A scream was building in her lungs, but it couldn't get out. She couldn't breathe until he lifted his head again, which wasn't until she was very nearly unconscious. No amount of struggling had moved him even an inch. He didn't seem to even notice her trying to squirm out from under him or flip him over. When she could finally breathe again, that was all she did—breathe.

"You're delicious," Kanato told her, sounding gentle again. "It's amazing how sweet you are."

Still blinded by her sweater and unable to focus on much of anything except air, Yui didn't notice the rustling sound of Kanato's clothes. She did, however, notice when he unbuttoned her shorts.

She went ridged.

"K-Kanato," she said shakily, unsure of what to say next.

Beg him not to? His brothers only seemed to enjoy that. He probably would, too. Or he would get angry again. They were both undesirable outcomes.

"I…I can't see," she decided. "C-could I move my s-sweater…?"

If she could have at least that much, it would be a small victory and that was better than nothing.

"Are you scared of me, Yui?" Kanato asked.

Yui felt his breath against her breast as he spoke. His tone was neutral, so she knew her next words would determine which he shifted to next—hot or cold.

"No," she said, perhaps a little too quickly,

"Then why do you need to see anything right now?" he questioned, still neutral. "It's enough if I can see. You don't need to. You don't need to do anything but stay still and quiet. I hate noisy things, you know."

Arguing further would only incur his wrath. It put a bad taste in her mouth, but she decided to remain silent and just hoped it would be over with soon.

Kanato pulled Yui's shorts and underwear down a bit, and then guided one of her legs—the one he had clawed—up and out, almost like he was carefully undressing a jointed doll. Once it was free, he shifted it up a bit and licked the cuts he left in her thigh.

Yui tried her best, but she couldn't entirely quail the shiver that ran up her spine.

Kanato didn't rebuke her for it, so she figured he must not have noticed—something she was thankful for. He just went on licking her thigh, and when he was done with that, he leaned over her and bit into her breast.

It was incredibly, almost painfully hard to not move or make noise. It just felt so good, yet she was allowed no outlet to keep herself from getting overwhelmed by it. She nearly orgasmed from that bite alone.

Then he plunged himself inside her. He didn't check to see how wet she was. Maybe he didn't actually need to. Maybe he just knew that she was plenty ready for him.

He took one last gulp before raising his head from her breast. He hitched her clawed leg up over his shoulder before planting his hands on either side of her, sleeves just barely brushing her ribcage, and then starting to move.

He was slow, at first. Attentive. Almost tender. Yui wished she could see what kind of expression he had on his face. Maybe she could decipher something—figure out if he was testing her or trying to be careful with her or what.

After a minute, Kanato leaned down. He let her leg slip off his shoulder, folded his arms over hers, laced his fingers through hers, and bushed his lips against her jaw.

"You're intoxicating, Yui," he murmured.

He started to move faster, then. Yui could feel his short breaths puffing against her neck. She was glad she still had her boots on, otherwise he might have noticed her flexing and curling her toes. Without that, she might not have been able to keep quiet.

What point was there in doing this to her if she wasn't allowed to react?

That was another thing that set him apart from his brothers, she supposed. Ayato and Laito in particular seemed to like hearing her scream and moan and feel her writhing under them, trying to get away until she got so lost in pleasure that she forgot she needed to escape, if only temporarily.

Kanato didn't like it. He was a different kind of sadist.

The worst, by far, was when the orgasm hit Yui like a wrecking ball.

Kanato bit into her throat without warning. It felt wonderful. Amazing. How did he do that?

How did he expect her to just not react?

Yui couldn't do it. Her voice leaked into every panting breath she took. Her thighs pressed against either side of his hips. Her vaginal walls convulsed around him. Her fingers tightly folded over his.

Kanato stopped after a few more thrusts and stayed where he was, panting and twitching inside her. He didn't say anything. He didn't reprimand her for moving or bite her for more blood.

A drop of liquid hit Yui's collarbone. She heard what might have been a sniffle.

Kanato pulled out of her sharply and got up without a word.

Yui waited a few seconds, listening for the sound of his breathing or his feet on the ground, but she couldn't hear anything at all.

"Kanato?" she questioned timidly, but received no reply.

It was with a great deal of hesitation that she sat up. Kanato was nowhere to be seen. She was alone. In a graveyard. And she could feel semen leaking out of her.

Why couldn't Kanato have taken her back to the mansion first? Why did he have to pick his mother's grave, of all places, to have his way with her? Why not somewhere more enjoyable?

When Yui's thoughts caught up with themselves, she felt something cold and heavy drop into her stomach, completely diminishing all traces of afterglow. Maybe she could find an empty grave to crawl into. She certainly felt like curling up in a dark hole and staying there until she died.

Her movements as she stood up and fixed her clothes back into place were stiff and mechanical. She started walking back toward the mansion without really seeing anything she was passing along the way, too devastated by herself to pay attention.

All she could think about was how tainted she'd already become, wonder how much more tainted she could get, and hope that she could find some way to repent before the end of her life.