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Shinji did not like being woken up at all. He growled in the back of his throat and curled over, cuddling into the sheets and pillows, covering his head with arms and hands and hiding, despite the fact he knew it was pointless. Why did Kippei have to choose now to wake up? Annoying old vampire.

"No. Go back to sleep."

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Kippei grinned, delighted merely because Shinji was awake and not caring at all that he was grumpy.

"Mmmmm, too late," he pointed out, licking broad, wet paths up and down Shinji's neck and across his shoulder. Just tasting, because even Shinji's skin tasted good. Smelled good and tasted good and everything about Shinji was just damn good. "Now you're awake, and I bet you can't go back to sleep."

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"Of course I can't go back to sleep, because you're licking me!" Not that he minded because damn it felt good and he was fast waking up. He let his hands slide loose and sat up, grabbing hold of Kippei's knees and leaning up to kiss him properly, biting into his lip and licking at the blood that pooled. "You could at least give me breakfast if you want me to wake up."

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Kippei hummed contentedly, licking his way into Shinji's mouth for a kiss, and yeah, he was pretty hungry too, considering Shinji had eaten last night and he hadn't.

"For breakfast you have to get up," he pointed out.

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"Someone needs to start a vampire food delivery service so we can get some. Only we'd probably get frozen food variety in Russia." He slumped against Kippei and nuzzled against his cheek, licking at the skin while pushing them both off the bed. "Maybe someone passed out downstairs."

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Kippei chuckled. "We can go look," he agreed, not bothering to point out that 'downstairs' was technically upstairs since they were even further down. "But I doubt it. They would have been found and sent home when the servants cleaned up."

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"Damn." Shinji frowned, not liking the thought of having to go find food at all. He wanted to stay home, here under the house, with Kippei, all warm and snuggly where Kippei couldn't go do anything stupid, and preferably where he could drink Kippei's blood...only Kippei hadn't fed last night, so yeah...going was probably the best idea.

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Kippei shrugged easily, finding clothes that were rumpled but didn't matter because he could get them messy. "We won't have to go far," he told Shinji, figuring that they could easily find someone on the edge of town, and really anyone would do at this point. The first stupid person he saw, as Shinji put it.

"Unless you have somewhere in particular you want to go hunting?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled on his boots.

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"Mmm...maybe. Can we bring someone back here and have dinner in the garden?" Because Shinji adored the gardens; the deeper in you went the more convinced you became there was no way out. It was a secret haven, spooky and brilliant at night and having dinner there with Kippei would be pretty damn cool.

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Kippei blinked at him, this idea having honestly never occurred to him. Bring someone back here? Like, drag them, or what? He hoped Shinji wasn't talking about trying to make friends or seduce someone and convince them to come on their own, because Kippei so did not want to work that hard for his meal today.

If Shinji wanted it, he knew he'd be doing it anyway.

"Bring someone back here how?" he asked a bit warily.

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Shinji shrugged, not caring how, just wanting food and Kippei in the garden.

"Knock them on the head and drag them here? I don't care, I just want you and my dinner and a nice secluded paradise."

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Kippei laughed and pushed him toward the stairs. "Fine, fine. Knocking them on the head sounds good." Sounded fun, even. It was a pretty good idea, even if he thought paradise was stretching it. On the other hand... private dinner with Shinji in the garden? it didn't really get better than that.

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Shinji laughed and snatched up clothes as he stumbled toward the stairs, pulling on the trousers while he walked, then his boots, leaving the shirt for last, while he was walking up the stairs. Once he was fully dressed he grabbed his hair and tied it in a tail at the nape of his neck, turning to find Kippei and take his hand, squeezing his fingers gently.

"Good morning beautiful Sire." Because he was awake enough to say it now.

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"Morning," Kippei answered absently, reaching for the tail of Shinji's hair and wrapping it around his hand. It was beautiful hair, and it felt good in his hands, on his skin. Shinji was beautiful, and... he frowned slightly.

"M'not beautiful," he protested, because really, that was just weird.

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"Are if I say you are," Shinji shot back, daring Kippei to argue with him. Maybe he would, but Shinji doubted it. Kippei tended to just let him be dellusional about things.

"Are we having boy or girl for breakfast? I had girl for dinner, so I want boy..."

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Kippei shot a look at him that said 'what in the hell are you on about?' Boy or girl? Oh. Right. Food. Kippei himself never thought about it in those terms at all. He almost always took men rather than women to feed on, but it wasn't a conscious decsion, merely that there was that part of his brain that associated feeding with sex, and did not associate women with sex, meant that he tended not to think of women as food unless there was nothing else available.

By the same associations, he was a bit uncomfortable with Shinji's request, though he wasn't aware enough of his feelings on the subject to precisely identify the emotion as jealousy.

"If you want," he muttered reluctantly, shrugging as they made their way out of the house and down the drive.

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Shinji looked at Kippei sideways, aware of the sudden mood swing but having no idea what caused it. Frowning, he paused and tightened his grip on Kippei's hand, tugging hard to get him to stumble back toward him, no east feat when you were dealing with Kippei but Shinji managed it and reached up to wrap arms around Kippei's neck and press his body up hard against Kippei's, kissing him just as hard and persistantly.

"If you're jealous, you don't need to be."

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Kippei was caught off guard by the sudden tug on his hand and the insistent kiss, actually a pretty good point in an arguement he hadn't realised he was having. Jealous? He wasn't jealous.

"I know that," he growled, but he gripped Shinji's arms hard enough to hurt and kissed him back as if he was trying to make a point of his own. "I'm not jealous." Never mind that he was, in fact, rather jealous anytime Shinji was feeding on anybody, no matter what gender they were.

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Of course he knew that, that was why he was kissing Shinji like he was about to die, even though they were both already dead. Shinji shook his head, amused, and ignored the ache in his arms, because that was good...really good, and the kiss was even better so he focussed on that, kissing back and tasting all the goodness in Kippei's mouth.

"If you drink all the blood, then I can drink it from you." And sure that would make him jealous, because Kippei might like them more, but Shinji doubted it and they would be dead anyway, and then Shinji could drink from Kippei....yum.

Kippei blinked at him, the adrenaline and whatever else it was fading slowly, a quiet rumble sounding in his throat as he thought about it. Okay, yeah. That was good. That was... a really good idea. He relaxed, releasing Shinji's arms and nodding once.

"Yeah, okay," he agreed, trying not to sound at all relieved, because he hadn't been upset or jealous at all, really. "Good plan."

"Of course it's a good plan, I thought of it." And he so was not pouting. He smiled to cover it up and took Kippei's hand, thinking about it, and the smile turned genuine because he was going to get Kippei for breakfast and really, there was nothing else in the whole world like Kippei. Especially not for breakfast. Or Lunch. Or dinner...supper...snacks...

"Mmm...I am hungry. Not really hungry like oh my god I need to drink now, but just...hungry." Hungry for Kippei, and that was about it.

Kippei eyed him for a minute, wondering if Shinji really was okay with that, wondering if he could get Shinji to agree to it every time, because really, he would be just as happy if Shinji never bit anyone else ever again. Rather selfish of him, he supposed, to not want Shinji to when he was going to do it himself, but it wasn't like he wanted to bite anyone else, and one of them had to, so he'd rather it was him instead of Shinji.

"Well, come on then," he told Shinji, keeping a grip on his hand as they made their way into town. "You find someone for me."

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Amused by Kippei's way of thinking, and wondering if Kippei would ever get the guts to ask, Shinji started looking around for food. He wondered if Kippei realised he would; that every bone in his body was more than accustomed to doing what it was told, as a pet. He didn't care if he did the feeding or if Kippei did it and he fed off Kippei; if it worked he would rather do that anyway. But he wanted Kippei to admit he was jealous, and ask for it first, which would...never happen. Stubborn Sire. Shinji grinned and pointed to a large young guy leaning against a wall, looking bored.

"That one."

Almost as soon as he'd said it, Kippei had doubted it, not entirely sure that he'd want Shinji to pick someone for him. He'd never let anyone do that since he'd first been turned, and it was a weird feeling to let someone else choose his meal. It made him uncomfortable, but it seemed only fair somehow. He wasn't sure exactly how. But it didn't matter anyway, because the guy Shinji pointed out was perfectly acceptable, pretty much like someone Kippei would have chosen himself, and he wondered vaguely if Shinji somehow knew that or if their taste was just that much alike.

"Mhmmm," he agreed, and let go of Shinji's hand. "Stay here," he ordered absently, already sizing the guy up and deciding on the easiest way to take him down. He went over with an easy, friendly smile, a quick question on his tongue in case the guy looked up, which he did, but he still looked bored and he didn't move, until it was far too late and Kippei was up inside his personal space and then he moved sluggishly, a sudden look of alarm creeping into his eyes but Kippei had already raised a hand to knock him out with a single quick blow. Humans were so fragile. Especially when you knocked them into the brick wall they were so conveniently standing in front of. He draped the body over his shoulder, as if he were helping an injured companion, and turned to look for Shinji.

Shinji wanted to protest, because he wanted to watch, but he realised that nothing was stopping him from watching and staying where he was, so he stayed and watched and smirked because damn humans were stupid and Kippei was hot. The guy slumped over Kippei's shoulder and Shinji hurried over, slipping under the unconcious body's other arm to make it look like they were both helping him home, letting his arm settle up against Kippei's across the human's back, amused at the way his body moved with the inhale and exhale of breath.

"Mm...was I like this a few weeks ago?" He frowned, not liking that idea.

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Kippei slanted a sideways look at him across the human's limp body. Like this? He snorted. Shinji had never been like this. Shinji had been special, even when he was human.

"No," he answered shortly. "You were always shiny." Shiny was perhaps not the most technical term for it, but Kippei had no proper words to describe the way that Shinji was just bright, attractive in some completely other way, unlike any human, or non-human, for that matter, that Kippei had ever met.

Something in Shinji eased and he smiled, picking up the pace, widening his stride to match Kippei's, wanting to get back to the garden before the food woke up. He did manage to squirm around enough to kiss and nibble on Kippei's knuckles where they held the guy up, a real smile on his lips.

"So were you." Annoyingly so. He had been so confused when Kippei just wandered into the courtyard that day and told him he was stealing him. Now, it seemed inevitable.

Kippei blinked at him, almost losing his stride in surprise. What? "I was?" he asked blankly, unaware that he had anything remotely shiny about him whatsoever. It was perhaps terribly cliche of him to think of himself as a creature of darkness, but it was where he was most comfortable. Darkness and fire, that was pretty much his repertoire in his opinion, and yeah, fire wasn't exactly dark, but it wasn't usually visible, either. He had no idea why Shinji might think he was... shiny.

Shinji grinned, delighted to shock Kippei, or even just surprise him. He nibbled on the fingers a little more before it started distracting him too much and he focussed on getting dinner home.

"Maybe not shiny...but...like stars. Lots and lots of stars." Kippei was sort of rough and made him see stars a lot actually. That thought made him grin and wish there wasn't a body between them.

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Kippei just shook his head, completely taken aback and utterly bemused. Like stars? What the fuck, man. It wasn't that he minded, precisely, so much as that he just didn't get it at all. But he wasn't going to argue, if Shinji thought he was like stars, then that was fine with him. Cool. Stars.

He wished randomly and absently that flying was one of his powers, because that would be very damn useful right about now. Normally he didn't miss it--superhuman strength and speed were more than enough for his purposes on most occasions, but right now he definitely agreed with Shinji that there was too much between them and they were too far from home.

Shinji blinked and pondered that because while he knew flight was supposedly a power some vampires posessed he hadn't actually seen any of them fly. It would be pretty cool he supposed but he liked the ground too, but the sky would be fine if that was where Kippei was, so really it wasn't like it would make any difference anyway. Kippei was the only thing that mattered; where he was, Shinji would be, plain and simple.

Kippei was vastly relieved to see the gates ahead and the dark bulk of the house beyond. He was hungry, not just for food but for Shinji, impatient to get the human out of the way so that it was just the two of them, the way it was meant to be. He took the body from Shinji as they went in and slung it over his shoulder, easily bearing the weight on his own now that he wasn't trying to not attract attention in the public streets.

"Alright, lover, where's your paradise?" he asked Shinji, assuming that Shinji would have already picked out a spot in the garden to eat in.

Shini grinned and held on to the edge of Kippei's shirt as he led the way through the first few courtyards and into the wild wonderland behind the manor. He went through several creaky gates that made him smile until he ducked under a wall of branches and into a small clearing, surrounded by thick ivy. Perfect. His own little hideaway. A low bench chair sat across one edge with little stepping stones leading to another some way off, but Shinji liked this one because of the huge tree that surrounded it. He stepped back to let Kippei in, a little nervous because maybe Kippei wouldn't like it.

Kippei blinked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the secluded area, trying to match it up with his memories of the place when it had been better kept. He couldn't recall it in particular, but he supposed it had looked entirely different, and he'd never paid that much attention to the gardens. In any case, it looked like Shinji had found the perfect spot for hiding in, and Kippei made a mental note of it.

"I didn't know this was here," he said unnecessarily as he stepped into the clearing, heading over to the bench to deposit his burden there, then standing back with his hands on his hips to look around, a faint smile coming to his face. Yeah, very nice. Very Shinji, which was even better.

Shinji just smiled and ran up behind Kippei, jumping up to wrap arms and legs around him and kiss the back of his neck as he hung there, nuzzling at Kippei's skin. He controlled himself enough not to bite...yet. But soon. God yes, soon.

"You not remembering something is nothing knew, silly." But Shinji liked him that way because it meant neither of them had to remember anyone else Kippei had had sex with, or loved, which was a very good thing.

Kippei grunted slightly as Shinji's weight hit him, and chuckled at the hungry nuzzling of his neck. It was a good thing Shinji liked it that he couldn't remember things, because there were a lot of them. He was pretty sure none of it was significant, but then he was also pretty sure that his and Shinji's ideas of significant were rather different.

"Hungry now," Kippei informed him, turning and dislodging him gently, brushing a hand absently over Shinji's hair as he went over to check on the unconscious human. He supposed it didn't really matter whether the man was conscious or not, since he was going to be dead soon anyway.

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Shinji was curious, and wanted to watch, do he wandered over and crouched on the grass nearby, watching as Kippei stalked over and smiling a little. Kippei was...cute, occasionally. Not often, but when he was thinking of how to play with his food? yeah then definately. And the guy was still out like a light. Honestly, no self preservation skills at all. Even as a pet, living and breathing, Shinji would have been awake by now and watching Kippei like a hawk. Only he would have been excited about being bitten because he was just dessert and not dinner. Everyone liked dessert better.

Kippei bent over the soon-to-be-dead man, still debating about whether to wake him up. He'd knocked the guy out pretty good, and he was probably not going to come around on his own any time soon, but Kippei decided not to bother. He was hungry and the sooner he fed the sooner Shinji could eat and that was, after all, the main point of this exercise. He grabbed a handful of collar and dragged the body upright, the head falling limply back to expose a white expanse of bare throat, and Kippei growled as he sank his fangs in and drank greedily.

He hadn't even realised how hungry he was until the hot, rich tang of fresh blood spilled over his tongue and down his throat, and then suddenly he was ravenous and starving, barely aware of the human's movements as he finally woke up and struggled rather weakly, still dazed from what was probably a concussion, no doubt shocked awake by the sharp savage teeth in his neck.

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Shinji was fascinated and crept closer, sitting down next to the human and leaning in close, watching the way Kippei's mouth worked on that skin and senseing the way the blood was pouring down Kippei's throat. Shinjir eached out and stroked the man's cheek, smirking.

"It's okay. Kippei's a cool vampire. You can say you died cool...others get sucky ones, like Tezuka. Grumpy and mean."

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Kippei didn't hear Shinji so much as he felt him, a peripheral awareness of his presence, and that made an entirely different hunger flare up demandingly even as he slaked his thirst, the body in his hands gradually cooling as he drained it's life completely, finally dropping it, not caring where it fell. Then he reached for Shinji, still absently licking blood from his lips, feeling strangely completely sated and fiercely hungry at the same time.

"Come here," he said, his voice a low and rough rumble, heavy and smoky and dark. "You hungry?"

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"Yeah." Because damn, when Kippei was pulling him closer and looking at him like that, licking his lips and he smelt like blood. Shinji moaned wantonly and pushed Kippei onto the seat beside the body, crawling into his lap and kissing him, licking at the blood on the inside of Kippei's mouth before kissing down over his chin to his throat and the vein just under the skin, luring him in. Shinji nibbled on the skin for a moment before letting his teeth sink through, moaning in delight as blood filled his mouth, hot and sticky and yeah.

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Kippei groaned at the feeling of Shinji's teeth, suppressing a delighted shiver as they pierced his skin, his blood pouring into Shinji's mouth. God, Shinji had a sexy mouth, and Kippei had never felt anything more erotic in his life than the way Shinji's perfect sinful mouth fed on his throat like it was a feast he couldn't get enough of. He pulled Shinji harder against him and rocked his hips up against Shinji's weight, already hard and aching before Shinji even started, throbbing in his jeans in time with the slow pulse of his blood into Shinji's eager mouth. So damn good.

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Shinji groaned as Kippei rocked against him, but refused to pull his teeth free, rubbing back as best he could while sucking on Kippei's throat, enthralled by the taste and the feel and yeah, Kippei was damn well going to have to spoil him because blood just didn't taste like this from anything else.

I love you.

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Kippei wound his fingers in Shinji's hair, stroking and petting and just hanging on, letting his own head fall back to give Shinji as much as he wanted. His hips moved rhythmically against Shinji, thrusting involuntarily as Shinji rubbed against him, hell yeah, that was good, all of it was good, he was going to float away on a cloud of sheer bliss, too flooded by sensation to stay grounded.

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Shinji was intoxicated with the taste and the feel and he just wanted more. He hadn't been that hungry when he started but it seemed the more he drank the more he wanted and the less able he seemed to stop. He tried to pull away, licking at the skin but he was drawn back in by the pounding of the vein under the skin and his teeth went back in. He drank like he was starved and couldn't think of anything other than the blood and how fucking good it was.

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Kippei moaned when Shinji pulled away, almost relieved when those sharp teeth returned and sank in again, drawing him to further heights of ecstasy. It was just so fucking good, his movements slowing, hands stilling where they tangled in Shinji's hair as he focused all his concentration on the intoxicating feeling of his blood pouring out of him and into his lover, his mate, his life. Everything was perfect now.

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Shinji...couldn't stop. The more he drank the hungrier he felt and Kippei wasn't making him halt and he just kept drinking, feeling so full he almost felt sick with it but unable to pull away, something in him screaming for more. Just a little bit more...and a bit more...more again...this will be the last one..just one more mouthful...

He whimpered, teeth aching and mouth full of blood, unable to stop and not sure why or how or what to do.

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Kippei was too out of it to realize anything was wrong, eyes closed and wrapped up in the feeling of Shinji against him and the hot wetness of his mouth, sucking and licking, teeth sinking deeper in as he drank more and more. Being full and sated and just laying here letting Shinji feed on him was pure, heated pleasure rippling all the way through him.

The small sound of distress Shinji made gradually filtered into his blissful state and he opened heavy eyes, a slight frown making it's way across his face. It was hard to say anything when someone had their teeth fastened in your throat, but he tried anyway, moving slowly as he attempted to straighten and push Shinji's hair back to see his face better.

"Shinji?" He groaned at the feeling of his throat muscles working with Shinji's teeth still in them, and shivered hard, the sharp flash of pain bringing him fully aware. Damn, he wasn't even sure what had happened but he was pretty sure Shinji was more than done. His hands came up to settle on either side of Shinji's face, thumbs rubbing firmly at the hinge of his jaw, encouraging him to let go. "S'enough, Shin, you're good," he murmured, the words a little slurred.

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Shinji whimpered, trying to pull back but not able to. It was like his body knew just what sort of feast was right there and wasnt willing to let it go even though it didn't need it. It wanted it and Shinji did too, but later and not now because he was pretty damn sure he was hurting Kippei and he didn't want to do that. Kippei slurred and that was just plain wrong.

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Kippei almost wanted to laugh, it was just plain weird to have Shinji latched on to his throat and unable to let go, he kind of liked it and he wouldn't necessarily mind if Shinji drank his blood, although that would probably put him in a deep sleep for a very long time. Which would be bad since he would be alone and Shinji would still be awake and also alone and that would be even worse.

"Shinji," he groaned, "you need to stop." He put enough command into the last word to hopefully loosen Shinji's jaw a little, but talking was difficult and anyway he doubted it was going to be enough, Shinji seemed to be physically unable to let go, which was weird, but Kippei had seen a lot of weird things and mostly right now he was thinking about Shinji, who seemed to be making himself rather sick. Kippei gritted his teeth and pried Shinji loose with his fingers, leaving bruises on Shinji and what was probably an impressive gash torn in his own throat, not that he was paying any attention to himself right now. Like Shinji, he was long used to pain and blood and it made little impression on him as he held Shinji away a short distance, cradling his head and studying him in confusion.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, or tried to, but his voice was hoarse and gravelly and still a little slurred because his throat muscles just weren't working right at the moment.

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"My teeth hurt." And they did, aching to be buried in flesh again, feeling cold and heavy and sore in the air and he bit down on his own lip to stop it, but it wasn't the same as biting into Kippei's throat, which was a torn and bloody mess and still ozzing blood, and Kippei was weak and needed food all because of him. He'd hurt Kippei. Oh god, oh god, oh god...he struggled loose of Kippei's hold and his first instinct was to dig his teeth right back in, but he fought it, stumbling away and falling over in the grass, blucking over and holding his stomach as it lurched uncomfortably.

"I'm gonna be sick," he mumbled miserably. He'd hurt Kippei and was too full and fuck, he stuffed up royally. He needed to be punished.

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Kippei rolled his eyes and followed Shinji down to the grass, reaching out to wrap his arms around him from behind and grab his wrists, pinning them against his chest just in case Shinji was thinking about doing anything stupid.

"Don't be an idiot," he growled, rather liking the way his voice sounded when his throat was messed up. It would heal soon anyway, and in the meantime it was all low and growly and menacing, which was cool. "You didn't hurt me." As if he could. Kippei was rather amused by this idea.

"You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, I should have paid more attention and stopped you before you got sick. It's as much my fault as yours--which is to say, nobody's." And besides, it wasn't like Kippei was sorry about all this--it had been damn good while it lasted, and he was just sorry that it actually couldn't go on forever without making them both sick. He nuzzled the back of Shinji's neck, pushing his hair out of the way and licking at the tender skin. "I could always bite you and even things out again," he pointed out, amused.

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[ack, typo: he wouldn't necessarily mind if Shinji drank all his blood --and also, gmail is being evil and not letting me log in. :/]

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awwww. silly gmail. how was the appointment?

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i got the job, though we took a tour of the center and i am remembering all the things i didn't like about that job. XD but they're more relaxed than the other place i worked at, so it shouldn't be too bad once i get through training and get the hang of the billing system they're using--it's an ugly windows based program like Verizon used for their Vision market, lots of GUI. I miss I2K. D:

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lol. sounds good though. YAY for emplyoment

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"Then do it before I waste it!" Shinji groaned, feeling heady and bloated and just downright aweful. He was so sleeping for a week after this. He couldn't seem to focus on anything at all besides the need to puke his guts out, but he didn't want to waste all the blood. If Kippei took it back that would make it better, surely.

"I'm sorry. I messed it up. I didn't mean to mess it up, I was hungry and the more I ate I just felt hungrier and I couldn't stop even though I wanted to!" He was ridiculously sorry.

Kippei sighed, realising that Shinji was going to blame himself no matter what Kippei said, and fine, whatever, if he wanted to feel badly about something that Kippei, at least, had rather enjoyed, that was his affair.

"Mmm," he answered, still nuzzling affectionately, and tilting Shinji's head to one side and biting down gently, not feeling all that hungry yet, but always ready to drink the most pure, rich flavor he'd ever tasted. Shinji tasted like light and life and fire, brilliant and glowing, coating his mouth and throat with liquid heat that warmed him all the way down. He took his time, staying aware of Shinji's reactions, wanting to even things out, like he'd said, and take just enough that neither of them would be too hungry or too full for awhile.

Oh god yes, thank god. Kippei's teeth felt like heaven and it was like something had punctured a huge balloon in him and it was deflating, the sloshy insides being sucked away and he felt better already, sighing and leaning into the welcome touch, settling in Kippei's lap and tilting his head forward and to the side to give Kippei better access while he played with Kippei's fingers around his waist.

Thank you. For forgiveness, no blame and for fixing it.

Kippei was purring in his throat as he finished drinking and started licking the wound clean, the sound a little more rumbly than usual. He was vaguely enjoying the throbbing ache of the gash in his throat, which was, in fact, starting to heal--a little more slowly than usual, but Shinji's teeth had been set pretty deep when Kippei had pulled him loose, so it was only to be expected. He was idly curious about what it looked like, nearly enough so to find a mirror and examine it, but he was comfortable here on the grass with Shinji in his lap, and didn't feel like moving.

"Better?" he asked Shinji, still slightly amused, though he wondered if he should be a bit more worried than he was, since he didn't remember hearing about anything like this happening before, though that was hardly relevant.

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"Yes," Shinji replied in a small voice, embarassed and still horribly disappointed with himself. He turned, straddling Kippei's lap and wrapping himself tight around his Sire. The gash in Kippei's neck looked horrible and he wanted to lick it clean but didn't dare trust himself . He stroked it instead, just around the edges, avoiding the bits that looked like they hurt.

"Are you okay?" Had he drunk enough to make up for what Shinji had stolen?

"Yeah," Kippei assured him, dropping a kiss on his sweet tempting mouth and licking it clean. He could never really get enough of Shinji's mouth, either kissing or biting and sucking, it was all incredibly addictive. He paused, wondering if those words Shinji liked so much would apply in this instance. They seemed to make Shinji happy, at any rate, and Kippei liked him happy. He was more shiny that way.

"I love you," he said experimentally, trying to associate it with the feelings that Shinji said went with it. Amusement, affection, delight because Shinji was just damn cute sometimes and Kippei was fiercely glad that Shinji was his and he was here and the only one that Kippei wanted.

Oh fuck! Shinji felt tears brimming and gave up on fighting it, wrapping his arms tight around Kippei's neck and crying into his shoulder because damn it, why did Kippei have to be so damn perfect anyway. He felt stupid, crying the first time anyone ever said they loved him, but Kippei said it and he said it for the right reasons which was maybe more important.

"I love you too. Me too. I feel like that too." But Kippei already knew that, the bond strong between them and humming just under the surface. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened, I really did try to stop and I should stop apologising but I can't. I'm so sorry!"

Kippei chuckled and fell back onto the grass, pulling Shinji down on top of him and sliding fingers into his hair, kissing him again and again, his mouth and his cheeks, licking away the salty tears and admiring the sight of them lingering jewellike on Shinji's lashes. So damn pretty.

"I don't know what happened either," he admitted lazily. "I don't mind. It was nice. I'm sorry it made you sick, though." Calling it nice was a huge understatement, but he wasn't sure Shinji would be ready to accept how really insanely good it had felt, why Kippei had let him do it.

It was nice? Kippei really was insane. Shinji had attempted to suck him dry and he thought it was nice. Well fuckity fuck. It had been good, until he got so full he was sure he would explode, but that was maybe not the point. He wasn't really sure there was a point. Something weird happened and he couldn't take it back and Kippei said it was okay so he didn't have to. He supposed that was all that mattered and just gave in to the kisses because those were nice.

"Mm...you want to make a fire? We have human wood?"

Kippei raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes to the fire, no to the human. Do you know what burning human smells like? There's a reason why I usually just incinerate them." He grinned, stroking his hands through Shinji's hair, playing with it, letting the silken strands slide over his hands like smooth dark water. Shinji had the most gorgeous hair ever created, Kippei was sure.

"There's plenty of wood around too," he pointed out, shrugging, "if you want an actual fire."

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"Like food?" Shinji shrugged, really not interested in the body other than their needing to get rid of it. He was interested in a fire though, with Kippei...the fire inside him though and no other one. Kippei always touched him just right, and the way he played with his hair was incredible. Akutsu had always been indifferent about his hair, liking it but threatening to cut it off if Shinji didn't take care of it, which had been okay because now he had awesome hair for all time, but still...it was nice to know Kippei really liked it. And it sort of matched Kippei's long dark mop too. Shinji grinned and pushed both his hands into the dark mess on Kippie's head, getting a good hold and kissing him hard around a small smile.

"I just want you."

Mmmm yeah, that was right. Just you, just Shinji, that was all Kippei wanted too. He wrapped his arms tightly around him and kissed him back, more slow and lazy than Shinji's kiss had been, but deep and intense. He smiled to himself as he let go, thoroughly pleased with himself and the night and everything. A little bit of paradise, like Shinji said. As far as Kippei was concerned all that paradise needed was Shinji, plain and simple.

"Just you," he murmured back. "And a little bit of fire." He smirked a little, stretching out a hand toward the fallen body and sending it up in flames, letting it burn a little slower than he usually did, just because. Fire was pretty, too, almost as pretty as Shinji.

Shinji rested his head on Kippei's shoulder, turning to see and smiling happily as he watched it burn, nose twitching a little because okay, yeah that did smell a bit, but it wasn't bad...it just smelt. He was still stroking the edges of Kippei's broken skin, able to see it slowly starting to heal. Less than a day and it would be back to normal which was a little sad because Kippei sounded sexy as all hell.

"You think I'm prettier than fire?" Okay, now that was...really cool.

Kippei blinked at him, surprised. Shinji surprised him often, which was part of what made him so fascinating. Kippei was old enough to have seen most things many times over, and surprising things were rare and different. What surprised him most at the moment was not the observation itself, although he was rather bemused that it needed remarking upon, but Shinji's obvious delight in it.

"Of course you are," he stated blankly, because duh, nothing was prettier than Shinji. "You're..." he paused, trying to think how to say it. "The best and the most of everything." Any superlative there was, that was Shinji.

Shinji laughed at that and couldn't wipe the smile off his face even when he knew it had to look stupid. He just hugged Kippei and kissed his cheek, over and over because he could still taste the blood under the surface.

"That's you. The best and most of everything. That's Tachibana Kippei, and he's my Sire."

Kippei snorted, amused. "Glad you think so," he said dryly, and oddly enough he was. It made him feel warm and strong and powerful, that Shinji thought he was the best and the most of everything too. Like maybe he really was. He had a fairly high opinion of himself, confident in himself and his abilities, but he'd never thought of himself as being anything particularly incredible. He was smart and fast and good at what he did, but he was a rogue and a rebel and something of an outcast and he knew it, not that it had ever bothered him. Still, hearing Shinji say that made him feel damn near invincible.

"I think so," Shinji clarified again, just to make sure Kippei really knew it was true. He couldn't stop smiling and wanting to touch Kippei and hold onto him and the smoke in the air was making him feel light headed, but maybe he was just drunk on all the blood he drank, though Kippei had done a damn good job of taking enough of it back to leave him comfortable.

"Where did you sleep? When you were in Japan all that time...where?" What if Shinji had walked over him and never known?

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Kippei stared at him, startled. What? He frowned deeply, his memory of those events very hazy; even when he'd woken up he hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings. He'd been totally concentrating on getting out and finding Shinji.

"I don't know," he said finally. "Hidden. I was hiding. Cave, maybe? Underground, something." He shrugged, unsure why it mattered now. "Do you need to know?" he asked curiously, an honest question. He never would bother to try to remember for himself, but if Shinji wanted to know, he might be able to recall something if he tried hard enough.

"No...I just was curious. Did I come close? How did you even know I existed? And when? Was it when I was away, since you weren't in the city or something?" Now that he thought about it, it fascinated Shinji that Kippei had found him at all and he wanted to know how and why and when and where and what he thought and what he did and just...everything, since Kippei knew just about everything about him.

Kippei thought about being irritated, but dismissed it just as quickly, sensing that Shinji's questions were genuine and he honestly had no idea of the answers. Kippei sighed and went back to threading his fingers rhythmically through Shinji's hair.

"I told you," he said patiently. "You woke me up. You came, and I felt you. So bright. So damn beautiful, even before I saw you. I was hungry, god, so hungry, and you were right there, close, and just.... just calling me, you were perfect and I never wanted anything so badly in my life." And he was still that bright, except Kippei had him right beside him every day, blazing incandescent and irresistible, a constant glow that Kippei sometimes thought he could just sink into and drown in.

"You left," he added after a minute. "That's what woke me up. You were there and then you weren't," and god he could never explain or describe the intensity of that agony that had dragged him back into consciousness, "and I had to follow you, find you again."

"So it really was when Akutsu sent me away. That's pretty ironic. I mean, if he hadn't been all mean and sent me packing, for my own good whatever, then I never would have gone anywhere near you and none of this would have happened...Does that mean it's all Akutsu's fault we're together? Should I send a thank you card? Hmm...he would probably burn it. And then come chase me down at the return address. I could put Shishido's name as the return address...He really has to stop selling pets."

Kippei shrugged at all of this, not knowing half of what Shinji was talking about and not really caring, accepting matter of factly that Akutsu had been meant to send Shinji to him just as the hunters he'd been chasing had been meant to injure him so badly that he'd ended up sleeping there until Shinji came for him. It was just the way things had to be, everything just so in order to bring Shinji to him.

"Don't thank him, he didn't know what he was doing," he pointed out.

Shinji snickered a little, because of course Kippei would tell him not to thank Master; Kippei really didn't like Master, which Shinji was coming to terms with. He would never not think of Akutsu as being Master, but while he wasn't with Master, he had a mate and was a vampire and he wouldn't change that, not even for Akutsu.

"I think...I'm sort of happy I got sent away then. Even though I didn't like it..." Understatement of the century. "I woke you up." And that he was spectacularly proud of.

Kippei nodded seriously, perfectly understanding this frame of reference. He sure as hell hadn't liked getting his arse kicked and nearly getting himself killed, but it had meant he was there to find Shinji, and therefore, he was sort of glad about it.

"I'm glad you did too. It was..." He paused, searching for the word, and finally shrugged, not finding it. "I didn't mind being alone. But if I'd known you were waiting for me, I would have hated it."

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