Eighth

Yui went to bed but couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about what Subaru had said.

The thing was, he was right. She had grown used to the ways they touched her, so much so that she was hardly even bothered by the notion anymore. She resisted in the moment, driven by survival instinct and fear, but when she thought about it…well, that's all it was. She thought about it, and the thought no longer filled her with the overwhelming grief and shame that it had in the beginning. It was just something she didn't like and knew she would have to continue to endure.

And she knew she could endure it.

Because she had gotten used to it.

Was it just adaptation? Was it because adapting to life with vampires was what she had to do to survive until her father returned?

Or was she becoming corrupt?

Would she at some point forget why she thought this entire situation was wrong and immoral?

What was this going to do to her soul?

Yui felt a weight land on her bed.

She pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder to see what it was.

"A-Ayato?" she questioned uncertainly.

He was just lying there.

"Don't look at me," he muttered.

"But—"

Ayato cut Yui off by wrapping an arm over her and pulling her back down.

"Quiet," he commanded, though not loudly. "Do not disobey me."

Yui found herself very concerned by Ayato's strange behavior. It wasn't like him to just lie down next to her and not mock her or feel her up or demand blood.

Even after a full minute passed, Ayato did nothing but lie there with his arm over her.

Yui gulped nervously and turned over.

Ayato opened his eyes and glared at her. "You've got a lot of guts to defy an order from Yours Truly. I told you not to look at me."

"But you're acting strange," Yui protested.

Ayato's eyes lowered to Yui's neck, then to her chest.

Yui shivered. "Um…I, uh…I'll turn on a light," she said, making to sit up. "It's hard to talk in the dark, isn't it?"

Ayato didn't let her. He pulled her right back down and this time climbed on top of her.

"Ayato," Yui said, pressing her palms against his chest, ready to try to push him off if she couldn't talk him out of what he obviously had in mind. "Listen, I—"

Ayato bit her.

That, at least, was normal. Sharp, aggressive, and burning.

He came up quickly, though. He barely drank any blood at all. That was not normal.

He pushed himself up so he could stare straight down at her at arm's length. Yui wanted to ask why he looked so frustrated and pained, but before she could think up a way to ask that wouldn't irritate him, he pushed away. He leaned back to slip his shoes off, which he then carelessly tossed aside, and then tugged her duvet back.

"Ayato," Yui said cautiously, making to sit up again, "please, stop it."

"How long are you going to keep that up, huh?" Ayato asked. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her back down flat.

Yui gave him a hard look. "Forever."

He usually got irritated whenever she showed him a particularly defiant expression, so she was surprised when Ayato actually laughed.

"What?" he questioned. "So you plan on staying forever?"

"That's not what I meant!" Yui snapped quickly.

Ayato chuckled. He lowered himself over her completely and kissed her before she could argue more. He managed to get her tongue into his mouth enough to get a good bite into it and wasn't bothered by her muffled screams or her attempts to squirm away. He gripped fistfuls of her nightgown and broke the kiss just long enough to tug it off her before diving back down for more, giving her only just enough time to produce a couple breathless, indignant screams.

He didn't bite her tongue again. He kept at his deep kisses, probably to keep her from protesting with coherent words, while he took off his tie and belt and shirt. He ran his hands over her body like he was trying to commit it to touch-memory.

It was unusual for Ayato to do these things. He was usually much more haphazard in his ministrations and he never messed with his own clothes more than he needed to.

Yui could have asked what was going through his mind when he took his lips off hers. He shifted down and started sucking on her throat. He didn't break her skin. His intent was to litter skin her with hickies again. Her tongue throbbed painfully, but nothing was physically stopping her from speaking.

She didn't ask, though. He obviously didn't want to talk and she was very distracted by his fingers trailing from her breast down to her hips, and then between her legs. He started rubbing circles around her clitoris and started on another hicky at the same time, this one closer to her collar. The ends of his soft hair tickled her skin as they brushed against it, making her want to slide her fingers through the thick tresses. Her jaw was clamped shut, but quiet mewls and moans still managed to slip out.

Yui told herself she didn't like it. What Ayato was doing to her felt good, but it was wrong and there wasn't even any deeper meaning to it. As soon as he was done—which probably wouldn't be until she didn't have enough energy left to even lift her head—he would leave and that would be that. Her urge to run her fingers through his hair, if acted upon—showing any kind of affection in these moments to any of them at all—would only cause her more emotional turmoil in the long run.

To help keep her hands in check, she gripped fistfuls of her bedsheets and held them so tight she could feel her nails digging into her palms through the fabric. It helped her distract herself, too—gave her something to focus on other than Ayato's hands and lips and tongue and fangs.

Ayato went lower to put a hicky on one breast and started palming the other, and he pushed a couple fingers into her sufficiently slick womanhood. He rolled his thumbs vigorously over her clitoris and nipple.

Yui could feel an orgasm coming. It would be so easy to let it break and wash over her, let it make her forget for a minute about everything else, but Subaru's words were still nagging in the back of her mind.

Used to this.

Yep. She was used to it alright. So used to it that she was starting to manage to keep her head, no matter what Ayato did with his fingers. She forced herself to focus on other things, to ignore the vampire on top of her, to not let herself just completely go with his flow.

The less pleasure she derived from this indecency, the better.

"Holding back, huh?" Ayato questioned.

Yui blinked at him hazily.

"I wonder how long that can last," Ayato murmured, grinning devilishly.

He took his fingers out of her, shifted her legs further apart, and entered her roughly. He leaned down before starting to move.

"Stupid woman," he muttered in her ear, thrusting unevenly. "Stop running around wherever you want. Just stay in here so I always know where you are."

His voice made her mind feel numb. She let go of her sheets in favor of wrapping her arms around him. She clawed at his skin, dragged her nails from his shoulder blades to the curve of his back, but he either didn't feel it or didn't care.

"A-Ayato," Yui panted, "I-I'm not—Aya…to—I—"

Ayato picked up his pace, though, making it impossible for Yui to speak coherently. He gave her a few more deep, heated kisses, too, before biting into her neck again, and that drove her over the edge. Orgasm radiated through her and sent a soft scream out from the back of her throat.

Ayato tightened his grip on her for better leverage, making it easier to thrust harder for the few more seconds until he finished. Yui figured he would get up, put his clothes back on, and leave quickly, but he didn't.

He took his fangs out of her neck and licked at the fresh holes a few times before pushing himself up a little and looked down into Yui's eyes. They were both breathing heavily. Yui was still hazy and coming down from the high, and she wasn't really sure how to interpret Ayato's expression. Tired and frustrated might have been good guesses, but there was something else there that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She might have figured it out if Ayato hadn't leaned back down. She thought he was going to bite her again, but she was wrong about that, too.

Instead, he shifted a little further down, pulled the duvet up over the both of them, and wrapped his arms around Yui's waist. He turned so they were both mostly on their sides and nuzzled her breasts, using her arm as support for his head.

It wasn't until his breathing maintained a slow, even pattern that Yui realized Ayato wasn't going anywhere for a while. He was going to sleep with her in the literal sense.

Yui was exhausted enough to actually fall asleep, too, but in the back of her mind, she had to wonder—was this another thing she would "get used to"?

It's been a while since I updated. Sorry about that. It might be a while more before the next chapter, too.