A/N:

To the anonymous guest who left a comment on the 24th:

I can see where you're coming from about putting a warning in the summary. The contents of my fic might be a little too much for some people. I didn't think I would have to put a warning label on it, considering the fandom, but it seems I thought wrong. Please note that I have changed it.

Regarding your other comment…I don't know what kind of fluffy fics you've been reading or what other fans have told you—I'm guessing you've only just recently been introduced to this fandom—but Diabolik Lovers is not some fluffy nice vampire crap. There are fluffy moments, but it's not a fluffy game. There's a reason "horror" is one of the genres attached to it. These guys are sadists, all of them, in one way or another. I suggest you find transcripts of the games—at least the first one—and read them, and you'll see that what I'm describing in this fic isn't that far off base.

Ninth

Given how little Shu ever moved of his own volition, Yui was very surprised when he grabbed her and pushed her down on the hard stone ledge he'd been using as a bench.

She didn't need this right now. Her chest pains were becoming more frequent and seemed to get worse every time one of them touched her. The way he was looking at her didn't help, either—she could see that he was hungry.

And now that she thought about it…the moon was full. Laito told her once that the full moon made vampires particularly thirsty.

But for Shu to be so proactive…

He slid his hand over Yui's cheek and shifted her hair a bit, gently caressing her. It scared her, for some reason, in a way she hadn't been scared for a while.

"What are you doing?" she asked shakily. "Please, let me go!"

She turned her face away from his, not wanting to look into his eyes anymore. They were beautiful and hypnotic and so dark, despite their light color, that she felt like she might get swallowed up if she looked into them for too long.

Shu smiled and ran his thumb up from her collar to her jaw line. Without a word, he laid himself over her and bit into her.

It hurt more than Shu's bites usually hurt. It was sharper and more aggressive.

He still grunted and sighed as he drank, but after a couple gulps, he stopped.

"Your blood has changed," he murmured. "The awakening is at hand."

Yui looked at him, alarmed. She didn't know what that meant.

"Your blood is different," Shu went on.

He ran his thumb up her throat again, this time to catch some blood that trickled out of the puncture wounds, and licked it.

"It's hot and bursting out now," he added with another, more amused, smile before going back down to bite her again.

He was being way more aggressive than usual. It was scary. Yui got a grip on his shoulders and tried to push him off.

Surprisingly, Shu let her push him. He unlatched from her neck, only to gently grab her hand and lift it from his shoulder.

Yui looked up at him, uncertain at first, then terrified.

She thought the way he'd been looking at her was scary. She was wrong.

"Your neck isn't the only part of you supplied with blood," he said calmly, and then put his lips to her wrist without taking his eyes off hers. "Fresh, delicious blood also flows through your wrists." He practically nuzzled it with his face. "I can tell, even through your skin. It smells good."

He wasn't outwardly acting like a moon-crazed beast, but every fiber of Yui's being told her that she was in very real danger. He might forget to hold back enough to not kill her. She had to escape.

"Don't move," Shu said, as if hearing her thoughts.

His eye promised her punishment if she disobeyed.

He bit painfully into her wrist.

And she thought Laito was bad. It was impossible to completely restrain a vocal reaction—rather, it was amazing she could keep herself from fully screaming. Fortunately, it only lasted a couple seconds before he pulled his fangs back out.

"You have the finest blood," he told her, smirking. "I'll give you that much."

Yui wasn't sure how to respond to that—it wasn't an insult or a false accusation, but she didn't want to take it as a compliment either—so she said nothing.

"Are you frightened?" Shu asked.

Yui was very frightened, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud.

"I'm not opposed to the look of fear in your eyes," Shu said.

Yui almost wanted to call him out on that purposeful understatement. She got the feeling he was more than "not opposed". She got the feeling he was actually quite partial to it. They all were, with the occasional exception of Kanato.

Shu continued to look down at her in a contemplative manner for only another second before saying, "Sit up."

Yui repressed a sigh and did as she was told, trying not to imagine what he'd order her to do next. She was determined not to think about it, not only because her best guesses always turned out wrong, but also because she knew she would get excited and she would feel worse later for it.

"Come here," Shu instructed, indicating his lap.

Yui had half a mind to tell him to be more specific if he wanted her to do something, but she knew what he meant and being sassy wasn't going to do her any good, especially given Shu's strange mood. Getting smart with him might result in her losing so much blood that she passed out, and she wouldn't put it passed him to leave her in that sepulcher if he felt like leaving before she woke up.

So, with gritted teeth, Yui scooted closer to Shu and slid up onto him. He was still holding her wrist, so she had only one hand to use for balance and she decided Shu's shoulder would work best. She trembled as she shifted herself into place on his lap, knees on either side of his hips.

Shu lightly brushed the cold fingertips of his free hand up her bare thigh and smirked when she shivered.

"Unbutton your blouse."

Yui hesitated.

"I'm not feeling like myself tonight," Shu said. "I might just rip it up if you don't get it out of my way."

Yui swallowed dryly. Hands still trembling, she undid her bows and unbuttoned her blouse and waited.

"Kiss me."

Yui blinked at him.

That was new.

"What?"

Shu gripped either side of Yui's hips and pulled her painfully close. She felt his erection under his pants, which only served to make her more nervous.

"Do I had to repeat myself?" he asked. "Or were you hoping I'd do everything for you?"

"No, I…" Yui was going to tell him she was just surprised that he'd want a kiss—he never kissed her—but decided against it. Whatever response Shu might have, she was sure it would be bad for her in one way or another.

Instead, she leaned forward and squeezed her eyes shut just before pressing her pursed lips against his, face red and heart pounding in her ears.

Shu sighed and flatly said, "You really have no sex-appeal."

At that, Yui gave him an indignant look. She didn't know what to respond with first—pointing out that her lack of "sex-appeal" didn't stop any of them from having their ways with her or that she wasn't even interested in having "sex-appeal" anyway.

Before she could decide, Shu leaned down and bit into her breast. Yui tried not to react, but a few whimpers did escape her. She couldn't stop her hands from tugging at fistfuls of his cardigan. Her thighs pressed in against his sides of their own accord. She told herself that having his arms wrapped tight around her waist wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Shu gulped down five mouthfuls of her blood before unlatching, and he tilted his face toward hers with another smirk.

"What were you thinking just now?" he asked. "It tastes like you were thinking of something good."

"N-no," Yui denied, voice breaking a little. "I…this isn't why I came looking for you…"

"Oh?" Shu huffed with humor. He slid his hand up her thigh to her waist and pulled her flush against himself. "Liar," he murmured directly into her ear, sending shivers up her spine. "You know exactly what will happen when you reach out to me."

Yui gritted her teeth, trying to think of something to use as an argument.

She came up empty, because she did know. Yet she went looking for him anyway.

Why had she done that? She didn't know for sure that Shu knew what was going on with her body. It was just a feeling—intuition told her he had the answers. Regardless, why hadn't she thought, "Even if he does know, he probably won't tell me. He'll just play around with me and go on his merry way, like always."

Why hadn't she thought that?

"Nothing to say?" Shu asked.

Yui refocused her eyes on his.

"Good," Shu murmured. "Stay quiet." His lips twitched upward. "Or you could sing."

"Sing?" Yui questioned, confused.

Shu brushed his hand over her cheek, slipped his thumb in her mouth, and bit into her other breast.

Yui cried out. It was a high, breathless note that echoed around them. She heard Shu hum in a pleased way.

She felt his fingers under her skirt, shifting her underwear out of the way. She only then became aware of how wet they'd gotten.

"More than ready, as usual," Shu commented. "Perverse woman."

Yui didn't mean to, but she bit Shu's thumb. She was sure she had to be quite a sight—straddling a vampire in a sepulcher with his thumb in her mouth and his other hand under her skirt. She wished divine retribution would just come and find her already.

"That hurts," Shu told her.

His voice was so low.

Yui forced her jaw to slacken, keeping her eyes down.

"Unbuckled me," Shu commanded in that same low tone.

Yui did as she was told. She wished he would take his thumb back. Her mouth was so dry.

"And the rest of it."

Yui undid his pants as well, at this point keeping her eyes completely closed. She didn't want to see him looking at her, even in her peripheral vision.

Shu huffed. Yui was sure she heard a trace of humor in it, but she didn't open her eyes to see what kind of expression he was making.

He finally took his thumb back out of her mouth, to her relief. Yui was afraid he'd keep it there until he was done with her, and then he'd hear exactly how much he was making her feel, as if that wouldn't have been obvious enough as it was.

Shu guided Yui's hips into position and said, "Let yourself down."

She did. Slow and hesitant, she slid down his entire length, feeling more and more heated with every inch.

It was wrong. She had to stop doing what he told her to.

She had to, but his voice was wreaking havoc on her psyche.

Shu dug his fingers into her hips and growled low in her ear, making her whimper and clench involuntarily, which in turn made Shu grip her even tighter. He turned, and Yui very suddenly—and rather painfully—found herself on her back again. Shu didn't wait for her to catch up with the unexpected change in position. He grasped her shoulders with both hands and started thrusting.

The full mood really did have quite the effect on them.

Yui tried to not react. She tried not to feel it. To stay quiet and pretend it had no effect on her.

She failed.

Within minutes, her voice was echoing around them like the lamenting moans of a ghost. She started to claw and tug on his cardigan, searching for an outlet for the stimulation, and eventually settled for keeping a death grip on his forearms. She looked up at him imploringly, unable to fully form a word, but all she saw above her was a moon-crazed beast whose beautiful blue eyes seemed to glow with sheer need.

They were as enticing as they were terrifying, and she found she couldn't look away again. She stared straight up into them, getting more and more lost by the second. She couldn't control herself. She felt an orgasm coming and she didn't resist it. She let it wash over her, and when she did, the light in Shu's eyes changed slightly. She only had a moment to see it before he leaned down, still thrusting, and bit into her shoulder.

She hadn't even cooled down from one orgasm, and then he had to go and put her through another one. It almost seemed to throb through her from where his fangs were as much as from her womanhood.

His grip on her wrists tightened for a few seconds and he growled right into her skin, louder than before.

He was finished, then…at least for now.

Shu licked the fresh wound he inflicted on her shoulder, breathing heavily, and then shoved himself away from her. He sat back and leaned against the wall to catch his breath, fixing his pants and tugging his cardigan back into place.

Yui stayed where she was, also catching her breath. She didn't have the energy to move with afterglow swirling around in her head. Her wrists and hips were throbbing, too. She didn't feel in danger of passing out, though—amazingly enough—so she hoped that Shu would just go on his merry way. She'd ask her questions at a safer time…maybe at school. Shu never did anything to her at school.

Shu slid his hands under her and lifted her into a sitting position, letting her know that he most certainly was not done with her yet. He tugged her hair back and the collars of her shirt and blazer further away from her neck so he could bite into her shoulder again.

"Your blood is the most delicious thing," he told her. "It slakes my every thirst."

"Shu," Yui protested, voice strained, "no…"

She couldn't handle more.

"So this is the awakening," Shu mused, and then chuckled. "Women are terrifying. I'm all worked up in spite of myself. You're impressive."

What was impressive was how active and talkative he was tonight.

"What do you mean by 'the awakening'," she asked, hoping beyond hope that he would answer and be distracted. "Tell me!"

Since he seemed so preoccupied with the subject himself, maybe he would get distracted by telling her.

Shu actually let go of her and looked away with a sigh. Yui took the opportunity to surreptitiously fix her uniform back it to place, trying to ignore what she felt leaking out of her and into her already saturated underwear. She was sure he had to notice her buttoning her blouse back up, but he didn't do or say anything about it.

"No sacrificial bride has ever survived to the point of awakening," Shu said after a moment of thought.

"Sacrificial bride?" Yui questioned.

It took her a moment, but she remembered what Shu and his brothers had said, talking amongst themselves, the night she arrived. Ayato said something about her being a "prospective bride" and Laito had called her a "sacrifice" more than a "bride". She had been so overwhelmed by finding out they were vampires that she had almost forgotten.

"Tell me," Yui requested determinedly, "what is the real reason I'm here?"

Shu stood up. She took that as a sign that she had put him out of the mood to do more indecent things to her, which was good, but she really did want to know.

"Does my father have a strong connection to your family?" She questioned insistently.

Shu turned back toward her, considering, and then sighed again.

"He'll answer your questions," he said. "I know you're in here," he added more loudly.

He?

Yui stiffened, mortified. Had someone been watching them?!

"You have always been very perceptive."

Yui didn't recognize the voice.

A man, unknown to her, walked into the sepulcher, and she stood. She wasn't as lightheaded as she should have been, given how much blood Shu just drank from her.

"Wh-who are you?" she questioned, unsure of how uncomfortable she should be feeling about this unexpected stranger's appearance.

If he arrived in the last sixty seconds or so, fine…she supposed. If he'd been there longer…

"This is Richter," Shu introduced, apathetic and unabashed. "Our uncle."