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Hm, yes. A Scribble! (Σ_σ) v
Somehow it got me flash of vampires and such. Have fun ~ ♥
Pairing: Kaoru x Daisuke (Dir en Grey)
Rating: fluff: 14
Warning? n_n
you sleep. Like a baby.
Gently you babble before thee, slumber at my breast and I think you would at any moment start drooling.
sweet - if you had not already 26th From a
different angle so you are considered just hot. may sound perverse that too, I mean that literally.
your bare legs are nestled in the mine, your warm breath rolls steadily on my skin and your hands glued to my side.
Ohja so unspeakably hot is it with you under that blanket. So damn hot that I think I could burn up to you as if my hands that touch you, every moment to beat bubbles. Your body on mine, like a storm front coming together hot and cold air.
What a sultry climate.
Without OB lines.
Sighing, solve, or at least try to, my hand on your bare Page, let them fall but return almost immediately. This gossip-noise reminds me inevitably of your butt.
sadistic hergrinsend front of me I drive with your fingertips on your waist and down, back to the shoulder and back. I note with delight that you begin to stir up, louder and murrst wegzuwinden the page try. But half asleep you have no chance against me.
"Kao ...", you Brummels quietly take it your first deep breaths.
"Yes?"
"Not ..."
But why should I listen to you? I step up contact, dance longer under your armpits and you to laugh, look at me sleepy. Your hair is still moist in the approach; up this time I had really so much stress?
dark underline cooing I return your fiery red hair, keep your face firmly with my hands and bow forward to kiss your nose.
"I'm tired, Kaokao." Mumble, you quietly, while rubbing your nose in my.
"I do not." Is my answer a little brash when I pull up again all on me. You groan growl softly and leaves your head like a wet sandbag on my chest. "You're never tired."
There might even be some truth to it. Nevertheless, I sigh audibly deep, trying to match up with Pieken me to see. Your response was a weary shrug, a lazy hum, what I do with a "play with me." Resigned.
hum But since you only a "play with yourself," mumble.
But what I'm up for? You are my toy!
without a fight I will not give up, jab and tickle you further with you but only show less reaction.
I still remember the first time we met.
Most of my sacrifice, my superficial objects of desire, my future toys are thrilled when they learn what I am. If I lust them Whisper in his ear that I will bite them, want to taste her precious blood and she are delivered to the poor.
God decide over life and death, her master, who had to submit.
I still remember the first time we met.
I remember exactly. To you.
"either fuck or nothing. On my neck you come to me! "
Something else we have not until now, in fact practiced, but the one all the more intense. It has a special appeal to experience yourself so that you dedicate yourself to me without you giving up.
I love your skin, to touch and to feel it as you trembling, pulsating. You heated up so fast, sweat and lose a degree of control. You stretch up with opposite gasp, sigh, and stretch his neck.
seductive So, so full of devotion.
And if you press me, naked and as eager as you think I can resist? If I can already smell your blood, as it is pumped through your veins, incessant hot and so irresistibly sweet.
How long do you want me to hold out for? What should I do?
we are now rolling around, your neck is in front of me, stretched and quivering, as you laugh, because I tickle you.
hot So, so sweet.
This fine tendon that emerges, the way features.
Only a thin layer of skin that protects you.
Only a small Bite.
"Kaokao ..." What do you say?
"Kaokao not." What does not? What is it, dear?
"Kaoru, not their neck ...!"
your skin, Ohja, your sweet scent. Only as a thin layer, a marked path.
How long do you want me to hold out for? What will I do?
your skin breaks my teeth and I was a dive, deep, could already taste your blood.
so sweet, so hot.
It ran down my throat, filling me to you, you me donating power.
"Kaoru, no!"
The shock hit me hard, you scream, enter, wehrst up and scratched my back on.
I feel you, dear, I feel your blood. Taste so good, so fulfilling.
I could not resist. More and more
runs down my throat, your pulse races excited to fight despair.
your beats are weak, dry up your emotion.
And suddenly you're lying there, motionless, pale, very cold, dear. Very cold.
I leave on your neck, my eyes soaked in blood red eyed fly up over your body.
Why are you so cold, dear? Why do not you breathe?
I will underline a strand of hair from her face, look at you expecting more. "Dai" Open your eyes. "Daisuke?" Smile at me.
"Love?" What have I done?
Have I could not stand?
What have I done?
[...]
I wake up next to you, now grown.
blood, as I usually only drink from these horrible bags, if nothing else is available, flows through a thin plastic tube into your veins.
It is your unworthy, it smells terrible, is not comparable to your sweet delicacy.
I would never free again.
I should cost no more. At any price.
narrowly, narrowly, to the silk thread you remained alive. Now you need blood, not me.
Blood, that I would drink. I need to survive.
It is void. Because I need you
much more. Need you to live for me.
What have I done?
A tired grumbling, blink, then you breathe my name. I take your hand and press it.
only slowly warms up your body, you breathe again. Gently, gently, and yet your voice is indescribably rough.
"Kaoru ... you've hurt me. "
Silently, I look at you, bow to kiss your hand to stroke it more gently.
"Forgive me."
Maybe I will anyway old. Senile. Dependents.
Maybe even cold.
in the heart.
[Fin]
