Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Rosario Vampire. I am merely twisting the creators vision into my own dream. If the supernatural, sexuality, or violence is offensive to you, then you should not read this.

Chapter 60

Tsukune was feeling on edge. In spite of completing his finals, and the coming break from school, he was still feeling pressured. He had tried to talk with his friends about what they wanted to do after graduation, but it had not helped him. Moka, and Yukari both intended to go on to college, which Tsukune wanted to do also, but that did not answer the question about a career. Moka was confident that she would find an opportunity, after she had her degree, to start up a business, even if she was a little vague about what kind. Yukari did not have any plan for what to do once she was done with school. Kurumu and Mizore both dismissed the concern. Mizore's plan was to have a home and raise Tsukune's children. Kurumu intended to be his housewife, and maybe open a sweets shop.

Tsukune's apprehension only deepened during homeroom. Every student was provided a slip of paper with the date, time, and location for his or her career counseling appointment. Tsukune looked at his career questionnaire and sighed. It's not like he could put down 'anonymous salary man with ten million a year income,' or 'youkai problem solver.' Even on the school newspaper, Tsukune was just the editor, not something that provided anything substantial to help him choose a career or find a job. He suppressed another sigh as he saw Moka leave the class for her appointment.

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Moka was feeling a little nervous. Her career counseling appointment was not something she was looking forward to. She had an idea about what she wanted to do after graduation, but is wasn't firm yet. She did not want to work for her father, or be pushed into an arrangement for his benefit. Her plan was to attend a university, but did not know which one yet, and then look for an opportunity to start a business.

A part of the reason Moka was feeling nervous was the fact that she had never visited the counselor's office before. Like so many things at the school, until the school wanted the students to do be involved with something, they were left in the dark about it. The Public Safety Commission never introduced itself during the opening ceremony for the school year. Nor were school clubs, with which participation was mandatory, mentioned beyond a brief statement to please choose one.

Now Moka had to attend a meeting with someone she didn't know, in an office she had never seen. She was nearly late to her appointment because it took time to find the right office. The butterflies in her stomach made Moka wish she had asked Tsukune to remove her seal. Her inner self would have been much more suited for this kind of meeting. Moka thought about that for a moment, and decided that no, inner Moka was not the one who should talk to a career counselor… But maybe an anger management specialist wouldn't be a bad choice.

"Thank you for coming," The counselor welcomed Moka into her small office.

The man looked very old, and more then a little frail. His bald head shined under the overhead light. His eyebrows were white, and so bushy and thick that they resembled wings. His small eyes and extremely long and sharp, almost beak-like nose were all that separated his eyebrows from his mustache. His mustache reached half way to his tiny ears, and almost all the way to his chin. Moka couldn't even see his mouth. It was the way his mustache and eyebrows moved, and they moved a lot, that gave her any indication of the old man's facial expressions.

The old man sat behind a small desk that looked as old as its occupant. He was dressed like an old banker. The desk was polished wood with an abacas, an ink well, and feather quill pens neatly arranged. The office, and the old man, looked like they were from a clerk's office from more then a century and a half ago.

"Please had have a seat, Miss Akashiya," The old man gestured to a worn wood and leather chair in front of his desk.

"Thank you," Moka took the offered seat.

"Now then," The old man opened a drawer and pulled out a folder. "Have you been thinking about what you want to do after you graduate?"

"Yes sir," Moka answered.

"Please tell me about it," The old man opened the folder and set it on his desk.

Moka started by talking about her plan to go on to college. She was aware of the man looking through the folder as she talked. He took up a quill and used it as a pointer as he looked over the information in the folder. Moka went on about her desire to start her own business. It was better, in her mind, to be in control of a small business, then to be just another face at a larger business.

"Well yes," The old man said. His eyebrows moving about as he read. "And how do you feel about travel?"

"What do you mean?" Moka asked.

"Your father has an arrangement for you to go to England after graduation. He has a contact there that is willing to hire you as an assistant office manager," The counselor explained. "You also have some offers for permanent employment with some prominent families."

"I…" Moka gave a small shake of her head. "I don't think that would work out for me."

"I see," The old man's moustache curved up on the ends and fanned out as he smiled. "The I suggest reviewing colleges and universities during your break so you know where you would like to go after graduation." He dipped his quill in the ink well and made some notes in the folder with soft scratching sounds. "You have a good head on your shoulders, young lady. I wish you well." Before closing the folder, he removed a wide envelope. "This is for you." He handed the envelope to Moka.

"Thank you," Moka accepted the envelope.

"If you need any help in preparing your college applications please come see me. For now, please take care." He turned his attention to refilling the folder.

"Thank you for your time." Moka stood and gave the man a small bow before leaving.

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Tsukune felt sick to his stomach. His counselor appointment was scheduled to be held in the Board Chairman's office. While the arrangement did not make him happy, it did not come as a big surprise to Tsukune. The Board Chairman had an unnatural interest in him. The only comfort about going to that office was seeing Ruby.

"So, boy," The Board Chairman welcomed Tsukune into his office. "Are you looking forward to the end of the school year?"

"Um," Tsukune answered nervously. "Sort of…"

"Good, good." The Board Chairman nodded with a smile. "I am sure you will enjoy yourself during the break. The coming school year will be very exciting for you, I am sure."

"Ahhh?"

"But before that, I have some things for you to do."

"Yes," Tsukune said, feeling resigned to his fate.

"Now that you are no longer dependent on the school for your transportation," The Board Chairman explained. "I want you to stay behind on the last day of school."

"What?" Tsukune felt his heart clench.

"I want the departing students to see their trusted Student Police Captain standing vigilant as they leave. After the last bus has left the school grounds, you will be free to go."

"Thank you," Tsukune breathed.

"But I also want you to return a day early," The man continued. "So that you are here when the students return. And of course," He reached out and caressed the old rotary phone on his desk. "If I have need of you during the break I will let you know."

"Yes, sir," Tsukune nodded.

"And you will need this." The Board Chairman reached into his robes and pulled out a packet of folded paper. "This is a map to help you reach places in the youkai and human worlds.

"Thank you," Tsukune said politely, accepting the folded map.

"I am expecting good work from you in the coming school year, boy," The Board Chairman's attitude became more firm, more threatening. "You will have to apply yourself to keep your grades up while working for the benefit of the school. As long as you continue as you have, then you should have no problems." He held his gaze on Tsukune without talking for a long minute.

Tsukune felt the heat of the Board Chairman's attention. His back grew tight and he felt himself starting to sweat under the collar. All of his questions about career and college swam about in Tsukune's head.

"Um..." Tsukune tried to work up the nerve to talk.

"I have faith in you," The man said with a creepy smile. He turned his chair to look out the window. "I am sure you will do well."

Tsukune recognized that he had been dismissed. He left the office quietly, glad to get the solid door between him and the Board Chairman. He shot Ruby a weak smile as he passed through the outer office. Tsukune felt ill.

Tsukune had been nervous and on edge about trying to decide on a career choice for days. The idea of talking to a career counselor had been a little uncomfortable, because Tsukune thought he would look foolish for his lack of planning, but at least there would have been a professional adult to help him out a little. But instead of career counseling, Tsukune had just been handed another set of instructions from the Board Chariman. It did not seem fair.

Now Tsukune was left even further in the dark about his future. He still had no goals or plans. His opportunity to talk to somebody who 'should' have been able to help him had been denied. The way things had turned out had left Tsukune with a sour taste in his mouth, and a knot in his stomach.

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Kurumu felt like spitting. Her visit with the "career counselor" had left a bad taste in her mouth. The nasty old woman had assumed that Kurumu would become an 'entertainer' just like her mother, and after a back handed complement about Kurumu's grades, had dismissed her, ending the meeting. All Kurumu had to show for the meeting was wasted time and a thick folder filled with flyers for hostess bars and gentlemen clubs and the like. The folder was labeled "Job Leads."

Kurumu threw the folder towards the first trash bin she saw. It hit the wall above the bin and the fliers were scattered all over. Kurumu didn't care. She was angry. As she stalked back to the classroom, she fought back hot tears.

Kurumu did not want to face her classmates with her face red and teary, and she didn't want to be polite to anybody ether. She turned away from the classroom and started for the roof. It was as if nobody took her seriously, dismissing her as a person because she was a succubus. It was as if she could be replaced with an animated sex doll and nobody would care. If that was the case, would anybody care if she just quit coming to school, Kurumu wondered.

"Tsukune would care," Kurumu muttered angrily. That one thought gave her a spark of warmth within her chest and drew her attention to her awareness of Tsukune.

Tsukune was worked up over something, Kurumu realized. She could tell that his breathing was deep and quick, and his heart was bounding. It was as if his feelings were a reflection of her own. She focused on her awareness of Tsukune and followed it.

Kurumu was more then a little surprised to discover that Tsukune was up on the roof. She had been headed up there because she had wanted some privacy, and as a flying youkai, high places were comfortable to her. When She came out of the stair well she discovered Tsukune alone on the roof. She paused in the doorway to watch him.

Tsukune was in the middle of the roof in his undershirt. He had stripped off his blazer, shirt, and tie, and had folded them up neatly off to the side. Tsukune was trying to work off his frustration, and some noticeable anger. His emotions and thoughts were a storm within him. He was drawing on his youki to give him energy and speed as he practiced his fighting. He was using Flash movement as he threw punches and kicks into the empty air, and then shifted his footing to face another imaginary target. The mental focus needed to manage his youki and to control his movement helped to clear his mind.

Kurumu found herself watching Tsukune, mesmerized. His body was firm and toned, moving with purpose. His handsome face was a mask of concentration. Kurumu wondered when it had happened. Tsukune's cute face had matured and his body had developed. As she watched him, Kurumu could feel her heart swell with longing and love for Tsukune. Her own frustrations melted away as she looked at him. Kurumu wondered about her own feelings for Tsukune. Had they always been so strong?

Tsukune felt alive. His body was warm and his heart was beating strong and quick. He could feel the tension in his muscles as he breathed deeply. With his stress reduced, at least for the moment, Tsukune slowed his movements, changing from fighting motions to relaxing stretches. Calming his mind, Tsukune focused on what was important to him. The reason his career decision was important was because it would effect his life with Moka. Accepting the Board Chairman's instructions and manipulations was important because it was the only way to stay beside Moka and his other friends. Ruby would follow Tsukune anywhere. Moka had offered to quit school to stay with him, but he could not ask that of her. Mizore would take him home with her in a heartbeat. Kurumu would be happy to go home with Tsukune, but he doubted she would satisfied supporting a school drop out.

Thinking about Kurumu brought Tsukune's awareness of her crashing to the forefront of his mind. He had been practicing separating her emotions from his own, with some success as long as he kept his mind on something. Now his awareness of her was strong and clear, and her emotions rushed through him. He could also tell that she was close. He turned and saw her standing in the doorway to the stairs.

Kurumu watched as Tsukune slowed his movements. His strength and power were evident, but as he stretched, she could also see his ability to be gentle. Her heart beat with longing to be close to Tsukune. She watched as he shifted his stance to a relaxed pose, and then he turned and faced her. Their eyes met.

Tsukune's youki was restless and his feelings were poorly settled, in spite of his workout. His own desire to be with his friends, and even greater desire to be with Moka, was clear. The feelings coming from Kurumu only amplified what Tsukune was feeling, making all those feelings run together until he had trouble telling them apart.

"Kurumu," Tsukune said with a nod, a little breathless from his workout. "How are you?" It was just pointless small talk as he moved to collect his clothes. He could see that she was physically fine, and while her emotions were running hot, she was not upset at the moment.

"Tsukune," Kurumu said his name, her voice little more this a whisper. She moved from the doorway, closer to Tsukune.

Kurumu's attention was all on Tsukune. She could see the sparkle of perspiration on his face and arms. His heart was still beating quick in his chest even as his breathing calmed. She found herself close enough to smell him.

Tsukune had pulled on his shirt and blazer. He had gotten over his frustration, for the moment, about trying to choose a career or planning for the future, but his emotions were still worked up. He was reaching for his buttons as he turned towards the stairway. He was surprised to see how close Kurumu had moved.

Kurumu's eyes were on Tsukune's face as she reached out a hand. She touched his chest lightly. His shirt and jacket were still open, leaving only his undershirt between his skin and her fingertips. Kurumu could feel the heat of Tsukune's body, and it inflamed the heat of her desire.

Tsukune did not know how he should feel. Kurumu was so close that he could smell her. Her scent was sweet, with a hint of spice, the smells of baking and seasonings. Her face was looking up at his, with an expression a mix of nervousness and surrender. Kurumu looked so vulnerable. Tsukune could feel longing deep within him.

Kurumu did not realize what she was doing at first. The nails of her right hand were lightly digging into Tsukune's chest, out of her desire to hold on to him and to pull him closer. Her left hand was reaching up to touch his face.

Tsukune forgot about his buttons. He was surprised to find his hands reaching out to touch Kurumu's small shoulders. Kurumu felt a thrill at his touch. Tsukune's desire to be with his friends blurred together Kurumu's desire for him. He looked into her face and felt a strong sense of love and longing. It was a mirror of the feelings he experienced when he was close to Moka. A tiny part of his mind cried out that all of what he was feeling was not his own emotions, that Kurumu's emotions were not his own. That little voice was drowned in a storm of wants and needs. Kurumu offered herself up to Tsukune. Tsukune leaned forward as her hand slid to the back of his neck.

Kurumu accepted Tsukune's kiss like a starving woman offered a sweet morsel. Her emotional desire and her primal hunger surged though her. Her youki became inflamed.

Tsukune found himself kissing Kurumu. It was like to sip sweet water when he was parched. He wanted to draw her closer, to kiss her more deeply. His youki started to boil and surge.

Kurumu was becoming a creature of pure desire. All she wanted was to be close to Tsukune, and she was. Her primal self, her youkai self hungered. Kurumu's entire body and soul wanted Tsukune.

Tsukune lost track of the emotions running through him. The primal fire that had burned though him the last time he had been injured was spiking again. Right and wrong were alien concepts to his mind as his hands wandered over Kurumu's form.

Kurumu felt Tsukune's hands on her body. She pressed her hips against him urgently. His hand cupped her breast. The firmness of Tsukune's grip made Kurumu moan. Tsukune drew in her breath and she felt weak, her body trembling with desire. Her nails scratched at the back of his head, bringing a throaty moan from Tsukune. Kurumu's youkai self drank in Tsukune's desire.

Kurumu's nature as a Succubus awakened. Thin tendrils of youki radiated out. With countless invisible fingers, the Succubus touched the man, teasing and arousing him. Kurumu could only feel her own bottomless desire.

Tsukune was living in the moment. Soft, sweet lips were against his. Inviting flesh was under his hands. The body of a woman was pressed against him. Is primal self struggled to break free. His youki surged in echo of his body's desire.

Kurumu suddenly felt like she was standing in a furnace. Tsukune's Lust and youki flared up around her. She slid her hand down from his chest, searching for his flesh, the proof of his desire for her. Her moan was matched by his growl as she drank in his energies.

Kurumu's had caressed Tsukune through his clothes even as he did the same to her. Kurumu felt Tsukune's hard flesh through his trousers, pressing her hand against him. Tsukune responded by kneading her breast with one hand while gripping her bottom hard and pulling her close with the other.

As pleasure and power filled Kurumu, two things happened. Tsukune's sense of self cried out, his need to retain control, to remain human and resist the wild monster within, asserted itself. Kurumu felt the thrill of drinking in Tsukune's energies, and suddenly felt cold as she understood what she was doing. As much as she wanted to be with Tsukune, that was not what was happening. Kurumu realized that if she continued, it would not be her with Tsukune, it would be a succubus with a man. With a gasp, she broke the kiss.

"Tsukune," Kurumu gasped. Her entire body trembled as she rebelled against her youkai nature. "Tsukune.." her voice was caught between a moan and a cry.

"Ku…" Tsukune breathed. He made his hands move. He put his arms around her and held her close. "Kurumu…" His voice was a ragged whisper.

Tsukune and Kurumu hugged each other close. They both had to struggle to master their desires, their primal selves. The battle left them both breathing hard as their hearts and bodies calmed down. It was several long minutes before they separated.

"Tsukune, I…" Kurumu tried to convey her thoughts, her feelings.

"Yes," Tsukune nodded. "Me too."

"Yes," Kurumu breathed. She did not believe how hard it was to take a single step backwards, away from Tsukune. "I'll see you…"

"Yes," Tsukune said, fumbling with his forgotten buttons. "I'll be down soon."

"Yes," Kurumu turned away. She tried to stay calm as she left the roof.

Tsukune watched her go while he put himself back in order. He berated himself for his loss of self control. He had nearly betrayed Moka. Tsukune was angry at how quickly he had abandoned reason in the heat of emotions. He knew that he would have to do something about his emotions soon or he would get himself into the kind of trouble that could destroy his life and dreams.

Tsukune had his uniform on and was confident that it looked right before he headed for the stairs. He practiced calm breathing and focused his mind on the image of a koi swimming slowly in a quiet pond. Tsukune wanted to be calm and controlled before returning to class. He would have to settle for the appearance of calm, because his body and his youki refused to settle down.

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Kurumu was furious with herself. She had been angry at the career counselor for thinking of her only as a succubus, but then she went off and acted like one with her most precious person. Her body felt strong and full of energy, and it made her feel sick. It was energy that she had taken from Tsukune. Even as she lashed at herself mentally, her body raged against her reasoning. Kurumu hated herself right then, because for every bit as much as her youkai nature hungered for Tsukune's energy, her body hungered for his.

Kurumu had seen her mother at work. She had felt the Lust that her mother had drawn out of men, occasionally reducing them to tears. One time, when Kurumu was twelve, she and her mother had been out for a shopping trip. On the way home a pair of thugs had tried to rob them. Ageha played them like child's game. She acted weak and afraid, as if desperate to do anything to protect her daughter. In minutes she had the two men so filled with blind lust that they acted like animals. One man knocked out the other before reaching to take Ageha. She rewarded him with a kiss, devouring his Lust. Kurumu clearly remembered the look of pleasure and pain on the man's face as his body convulsed in a spasm of pleasure. When Ageha broke the kiss, the thug collapsed to the sidewalk. His body was limp and he looked like he had been starved of food, drink, or slip for days. He lay moaning on the ground, still twitching, as he spilled his seed uselessly in his pants. Almost as an afterthought, Ageha stabbed her tail into the head of the second man who was still unconscious. Kurumu didn't know what the man dreamt, but he too was soon reduced to weak, impotent tremors on the sidewalk.

Kurumu always remembered that time. It had shown her what kind of power she could have over men. She remembered the energy of the lust the two men had radiated. She had never felt such levels of lust since then, because her mother knew not to take too much from her prey, and that restraint kept them around. A little at a time meant she could take more from any one man if it was spread out then if she took all he had at one time.

But Kurumu had never felt anything like what she had just experienced with Tsukune. His Lust was more then that of the two thugs from long ago combined. If his lust was a fire, then his youki was like kerosene thrown on it. Kurumu suspected he could have taken in all of the energy she could and he would have still overwhelmed her. Suddenly Kurumu very much wanted to talk to her mother. Kurumu loved Tsukune, but now she was afraid of that love.

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Moka was filled with emotions. She had hoped to see Tsukune after her counseling appointment, but he had not returned from his. She was starting to worry about him still being gone, and then Kurumu returned to class. The succubus was worked up, with emotions showing on her cute face. She glared at the boys who watched her, as if she was ready to bite. Moka knew something had happened to upset her, but she didn't care about her friend's feelings at the moment. Moka could sense Tsukune's energy coming from the succubus.

Moka tried to tolerate Kurumu's presence around Tsukune because she had become a friend. But if the succubus had taken advantage of Tsukune to drain his energy, then Moka was going to have to take steps. Moka had been on the edge of making a scene, she was going to drag the succubus from her seat and demand to know what had happened, but it was then that Tsukune had finally returned.

Moka ignored Kurumu then. All of her attention was on Tsukune. He was not hurt in any way she could detect. His uniform was not torn or dirtied. Moka could see that he had washed his face and wet down his hair, but from the scent of him, she guessed that he had worked up a sweat doing something. When he came closer, returning to his seat, he gave her a weak smile. Moka smiled back, but felt herself cringe. Tsukune's youki was boiling. He had it under control, but she could still feel how unsettled it was.

Class was self study time. With finals over there was very little to do, but the students were expected to behave. Several students were asleep at their desks. Some talked quietly, while the rest read or wrote something. Mizore could read the atmosphere better then anybody. An experienced people watcher, especially Tsukune, Mizore could almost guess what thoughts were in someone's mind. Kurumu and Tsukune were both feeling frustrated, so the snow maiden knew that whatever that had happened had involved them both, and they were both unsatisfied with how it had turned out. Moka looked like she was sitting on pins. It was clear that she wanted to jump up and demand answers, she made herself sit still. Yukari, as always, was oblivious to the true situation. The little witch had her nose in a book, only looking up to look at Moka and Tsukune.

The little group was disjointed when it was time for lunch. Kurumu and Tsukune were not talking to each other. Moka wanted to cling to Tsukune, but wanted to keep her distance until she knew why he was upset. Yukari was clinging to Moka, not aware of the mood. Mizore was staying close to Tsukune, but remained silent as she considered her options. Kokoa stopped by, but left when she saw that nobody was in the mood to entertain her.

The strange atmosphere persisted until the end of class. Kurumu remained distracted with her own internal arguments. Moka fretted over what she should do or say. It was Tsukune finally that broke the stalemate.

"I am going to check on the Student Police," He said, looking off into the distance. "After that, Rest." His voice was firm, almost flat.

"Are you sure?" Moka questioned. "What about dinner?"

"Dinner can wait," Tsukune answered.

Moka nodded in understanding.

Tsukune headed for the Student Police headquarters. The girls headed for the village. Moka kept her calm all the way into her house. Once she was out of site of her friends she started to rush. Moka hurried to her room, abandoning her uniform in favor of a light dress, hardly slowing down to apply a touch of makeup. She slipped out the back door, using Shroud, to make sure nobody followed her. She did not want anybody interrupting her date with Tsukune.

Tsukune arrived at the grave yard only minutes behind Moka. She was pacing nervously as Tsukune walked up to her. His face was calm, except for the tension around his eyes.

"Moka," Tsukune said. "Thank you."

"Tsukune," Moka approached him. "What is wrong?"

"Everything," Tsukune sighed. He leaned against a tombstone and rested his hands on its edge.

Moka was about to question Tsukune further, but then she noticed that his hands were gripping the tombstone so tight that his knuckles were white. As she watched, the stone was cracking from the pressure.

"I'm losing control," Tsukune said. "I don't know if the Holy Lock is enough anymore."

Moka was suddenly very afraid. Losing Tsukune was her greatest fear. She would rather lose him to another woman, knowing he was alive and happy, then to lose him to the ghoul, because that would be a death sentence for him.

"Tsukune?" Moka felt herself on the edge of tears. 'Ura chan,' She mentally called out for help as she tried to get closer to Tsukune.

Tsukune didn't move. He was still, leaning back against the stone, looking down at his own feet. Moka could feel his unsettled youki within him. She reached out carefully and rested a hand on his shoulder. It was almost like touching a live wire.

'What?' Inner Moka gasped in surprise. 'What is going on?'

'It's Tsukune…'

'What is happening?' Inner Moka demanded. 'What's wrong?'

"Tsukune?" Moka asked carefully. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Moka," Tsukune's voice was ragged with emotions. "I think that what's happened to me might be too much for me to handle any more." He lifted his head and made eye contact with Moka.

Inner and outer Moka gasped, both of them shocked. Tsukune's eyes were dotted with flecks of red and black. As he stood there his youki seamed to bubble closer to the surface.

"My emotions are all over the place," Tsukune said. "And with what happened with Kurumu, sometimes I can't tell what I'm feeling from what is coming from her. I even attacked Ruby once." Tsukune drew in a deep breath and then forced it out through pursed lips. "Today I almost lost myself."

'Let me out,' Inner Moka ordered.

'But...'

'Now, you foolish girl. Tsukune needs my strength more then your compassion.'

"Tsukune," Moka reached for Tsukune's hand. "Please."

She pulled at his arm, urging his hand up from the tombstone. She felt her own hands start to tremble as she brought Tsukune's up to her chest. She could see the marks his grip had left on the granite. His hand was warm, but nearly limp in hers. Nervous, Moka used Tsukune's hand to remove her seal.

"Moka?" Tsukune looked up.

"Tsukune," The unseald Moka spoke to him. "You need to control yourself."

"You think I don't know that?" Tsukune said, his voice dripping with emotions. He looked down at the cross in his hand. "You don't think I know that I am just one bad decision away from loosing you forever?"

His hand flicked out, launching the cross. It flew, spinning through the air. It struck a tree with enough force to sick into the wood. Moka felt a new wave of apprehension.

"If it was just about me," Tsukune said. "I could just go off some where. I could have the Board Chairman lock me in a cage somewhere where I wouldn't be a danger to anybody." He gave a ragged sigh. "But it's you, Moka. I could do the right thing, if only it didn't mean losing you. I want so much to be worthy of you, to be strong enough to be allowed to be with you, to be able to help you, to protect you. But now I am afraid that I am loosing control." He held up his hand, looking at it as he concentrated.

Moka watched in fascination as Tsukune's youki flowed through him. His hand transformed. Dark scales formed a gauntlet of living armor, armed with wicked looking talons. The energy continued to flow into his hand until it was surrounded by a dark glow. Tsukune calmly reached back and put his hand on the tombstone. Effortlessly, he crushed the corner of the stone as if it was made out of packed sand. Moka saw Tsukune's hand change back to normal as he blew out another sigh.

"Tsukune," Moka said as she moved in closer. "I am going to try to help you."

"Moka," Tsukune looked frightened. "Please, I love you. Don't…"

"I love you too, Tsukune," Moka said gently.

Tsukune's body was rigid. Moka held on to his shoulders with both hands, pulling herself closer. Tsukune didn't move a hair, he was so tense. Moka was so close to him. Her youki sang to him. Her cool herbal scent filled the air. She was so beautiful.

"Moka," Tsukune's voice was caught between a whisper and a groan.

Moka didn't answer. She could feel Tsukune's youki. It was like standing before a bonfire. His delicious scent inflamed her hunger. She realized that she her mouth was watering as she sought out his neck. His blood and his youki were so rich that she moaned with pleasure as she drew him in.

"Moka," Tsukune moaned. She was too close to him. He wrapped his arms around her. Tsukune was aware of Moka's body against his, from the strength in her limbs to the softness of her breasts against his chest. The unsatisfied hunger from before mixed with his love and longing for the vampire that was so close to him. "Moka."

Moka drank deeply, relishing in the flow of pure life she was taking in. She tried to tell herself that it was for Tsukune's benefit, that she was just doing this to help him. She heard him call her name and it sent a thrill through her. His arms were strong and firm as they embraced her, making her heart race as she was pulled closer against him. Again, his voice called her name. Distantly, she was aware that his head had moved, turning a little.

"Moka…" Tsukune breathed. "I love you."

Moka felt Tsukune's hot breath on her ear. He called her name out in the barest whisper. He professed his love for her. His mouth was so close to her ear. His lips touched her. It was feather light at first, but the contact grew. Tsukune nibbled at Moka's ear.

Moka lost her focus in a sea of sensations. Tsukune's firm body was warm. His blood was hot. Moka could feel the beating of Tsukune's heart. His youki filled her. His scent filled her head. At that moment Tsukune was her entire world. Moka broke off her feeding to gasp for breath. She leaned back as far as she could in Tsukune's embrace and looked up into his face.

Tsukune saw Moka's face and didn't even try to resist his desire. He leaned into her and kissed her with all of the passion of his heart. Tsukune willed his love and desire to be carried by that kiss so that she would understand his need for her.

Moka was surprised by Tsukune's kiss. It was not usual for him to be so aggressive. She tried to push away reflexively, but his hold was to strong. Before she could make a serious effort to break the kiss, her reluctance dissolved. Moka kissed him back.

Moka tried to find some scrap of rational thought. She realized that she had torn Tsukune's shirts open. Between kisses that stole her breath away, she bit into his neck, his shoulder, and even his chest. She drank in his blood and life as she basked in the heat of his burning youki. With an effort of will, Moka pressed her hands against Tsukune's hard chest and forced her way out of his embrace.

Moka's desires were running away with her. She saw Tsukune watching her, with silver streaks in his hair, and red and black dancing in his eyes. Her own hunger for him frightened her. She let her leg lash out in a vicious kick.

Tsukune felt alive. Moka was real in his arms. Her kisses inflamed him, her bites were like spice, adding a depth and flavor to her presence. When she forced herself back from him he let himself admire her beauty. And then her leg was coming for his head.

Moka felt a moment of shock as Tsukune blocked her kick. She kicked again, only to have Tsukune dodge. Moka gave a growl and attacked forcefully. Tsukune defended himself from her devastating kicks and punches. She made a swipe at him with her hand curled into a claw, tearing into his chest. The smell of his blood was intoxicating. Her next swipe was caught. Moka gaped in surprise as Tsukune pulled her arm, drawing her in for another kiss.

Moka melted into the kiss for a moment before fighting free once more. She tried for a kick to Tsukune's flank. He caught her leg and held it. Moka was too off balance to launch another blow. Tsukune held on to Moka's leg, and bent forward to plant a kiss on her bare thigh.

With a throaty growl, Moka grabbed Tsukune's head. She had enough leverage to pull him off balance and to pull her leg free. Moka then threw Tsukune to the side. He hit a tombstone with enough force to break it in half. He hardly grunted. Before he could regain his feet, Moka was upon him.

Moka landed a kick that flipped Tsukune into his back. Before she could follow though with another attack, Tsukune swept her legs out from under her. She was surprised to find herself on the ground. As she tried to push herself to her feet, Tsukune got a hand on her shoulder.

Moka rolled herself into Tsukune. Breaking his grip. She grabbed on to him and kicked out with her legs for leverage. Moka managed to pull Tsukune over and rolled herself into a position over him.

Moka felt alive. Her heart was pumping her blood through her muscles. Her breathing was steady and deep. Tsukune was on the ground under her, his body hot and giving off his delicious scent, was littered with dead leaves. Moka pressed forward and kissed him forcefully.

Tsukune did not resist. He returned the kiss with passion. Moka was thrilled. Tsukune had withstood her attacks. He had acknowledged his pledge to her. He had accepted her dominance over him. She was his for the taking. As she kissed him, Moka ground herself against his hips.

Tsukune was caught up in the moment and his own desires. He reached for Moka's body as he shared the kiss. He touched and caressed. Light fabric gave way to expose smooth skin. His touch sent sparks of pleasure through Moka's body.

Tsukune was beyond caring as he enjoyed Moka through all of his senses. She kissed him and touched him, and moved on top of him. He could hear her breathing. Her beautiful face was above his. He could smell her hair and skin as he tasted her sweet kisses. He became aware of the feel of cool air against his heated flesh before an even greater heat engulfed it.

Moka was filled with desire. Every moment of frustration, of opportunities lost to interruptions, bubbled up in her mind. Moka knew what she wanted, and there was none strong enough to deny her. Some small part of herself wanted to rebel as she pulled at Tsukune's confining clothing, but she refused to listen. Moka pulled at her own restrictive scrap of clothing and discarded it once it was free from her body. Her body was eager with hunger and desire. Tsukune heart was hers, and she was ready to claim his body as well. A single touch of her fingers told her that his heated flash was free and ready for her to take. Moka pressed her hips to Tsukune with a hiss of pleasure, pain, and need.

Moka realized that she was beyond any point of hesitation as she ground her flesh onto Tsukune's. She would not stop now. Even as she assaulted his flesh with her own, Moka bent forward to take all that she wanted from Tsukune.

Bites or kisses, Tsukune accepted them all from Moka. His hands were on the soft flesh of her breasts. When her shoulder was in reach, he bit into her gently, making small kiss marks. Her body moved atop of his, bring him pleasure.

Moka hissed and moaned. Tsukune was everything to her. His taste was on her tongue, his scent filled her nostrils, and his lips were electric on hers. His hands were warm and firm on her breasts, and his hot flesh was solid within her. She did not know how long she had been riding Tsukune, but the pleasure that crashed over her left her mind feeling blank and her body weak.

Tsukune heard Moka's voice as she made sounds of pleasure and release. He body quivered and jerked atop of him before she sagged forward, gasping for breath. Tsukune's own desires drove him on. His hunger, his need, demanded satisfaction.

Moka was riding out the waves of pleasure that had rocked her body. It was more then she had ever expected. Suddenly Tsukune moved. Moka gasped in surprised as the world spun. Moka saw Tsukune's face in front of her, the trees and sky were behind him. His body was strong, trapping her against the ground. She embraced him with her limbs as he moved atop her.

The pleasure was soon building within her once more. Moka moaned in time to Tsukune's movement. Free from having to do anything but accept his passion, his flesh within her, Moka was able to enjoy every detail she was feeling. Her eyes were wide as her pleasure reached its peak.

"Moka," Tsukune growled as he approached his limit.

Moka felt her heart leap in her chest as Tsukune growled her name. She could feel his flesh as it became further engorged with blood.

"Moka," Tsukune growled again.

"Yessss… Moka hissed as she reached her limit. "Oh yes." Even as her body was rocked with pleasure, she could feel Tsukune reaching his limit, his moment of release within her.