Eyerolllll...

IMMORAL DEMONS.

sent ⚠ for a bad presentation slide(s)

Sitting under a tree in the park, Flora had been people watching for a while now. It was one of her favorite pastimes whenever she had nothing else to do, and it gave good inspiration for art. Obviously, she wouldn't draw specific people without permission, but taking inspiration from them didn't hurt, did it?

At some point, though, Flora could hear someone playing a guitar nearby. It seems someone else chose the park to showcase their art, though Flora's was obviously more private.

Staying focused on her notebook, though, as the sounds of the guitar fill her ears absentmindedly, what Flora wasn't expecting next was a dog to come bounding her way and stick it's nose over the page she was working on. Gasping to herself, Flora glances up before blue eyes lock with the dog and then glance around to see who the owner is. She was... unsure if she should reach out for the dog, even if it seemed friendly at the moment, though it'd also be cruel to shoo it away.

Fingers twitch at his sides, eyebrows furrowing into deep wrinkles at the center of his forehead. The last situation he anticipated himself in, and yet knowing the level of competition that flowed through the vampire days ago, it also proves to be no surprise. Why the hell had it even mattered who the fuck bit him first anyways? He should've asked then, but now it hardly mattered.

A thing of the past. Chest rose and fell with each breath, ready for what's to come. His own canines hardly compared with the fangs of a beast of the night. A heat burning deep beneath his cheeks, yet he's no wuss about the matter either. Not a puppy who runs away with their tail between their legs, but a wolf that takes the blow and continues to stand up.

None-the-less, the moment those fangs suddenly sink into the side of his neck, eyelids shut tight with the groan pushing out between clenched teeth. Of course it damn hurt! At that moment, his hands move to grip upon Ritsu's upper arms, squeezing at the muscle. After a second, he slowly reopens his eyelids just a crack, enough to peer at the pitch black strands of hair.

"Oi, oi, it's not like I'm immune to pain, ya know, take it easy!" Koga squirms beneath the older. Though, it's almost as if his yapping landed upon deaf ears. The soft drag of the flat of tongue across the puncture wounds at the side of his neck elicits a shiver through his entire body. Heart pounds wildly within his chest. "Damn vampires..."

Each consecutive bite from them is answered with a soft grunt and gasp, traveling down along his neck and to his collarbone. By this point certain they must be able to hear the thumping of his heart, if not for the beading of blood at the puncture wounds, slicked up moments later by tongue. While painful, the way tongue grazes across the marks the younger of the Sakuma's leaves upon his flesh brings about a mixed sensation within him.

What the hell is this...?

Ritsu wasn’t the on to come across jealous unless it was his precious Maakun, his wife, his everything. But the last few days seeing Koga hang around other, his brother, anyone there wasn’t him. It had affected him enough that Knights had ask him at practice, not that they was usually the one to concern themselves for other problems.. Unless of course they could use it later on the battlefield 

Having Koga tracked down as a prey was really easy, the biggest obstacle was getting him alone. He didn’t need anyone watching them, he just wanted to mark him as the first and be in and out without every talking about it again. If he cleared his head he shouldn’t deal with this problem anymore

Mission complete, goal acquired when the first taste of metallic hits his taste buds. He should be satisfied, however with the grey haired voice in his ear. It felt like someone had set fire to his body, or forced him to stand in a sunbeam, the other problem was. This was addicting, one bite lead to another. Tongue tracing the marks and wounds he left behind.

Backing off enough to see his handy work, watching a soft spot where the blood trailed down, a finger came to chase it to spare the cloth the other was wearing to not be bloodied. Licking off the excessive on his fingers.

“You seemed rather excited, Corgi~ we both know you are stronger than me, so if you really didn’t like it you could had pushed me off. Seem like I will be owning you a favor, I can let you taste mine? The biggest problem is that if you drink vampire blood you will end up as an eternal servant~.”