The air smelled like blood...My blood. I could feel it pouring. I could feel it staining my flesh, leaving wet spots in my hair that stuck to my sweating, trembling body.
"It's okay..."
I quivered harder at the hot whisper that came to caress my flesh; so painful, yet so endearing as well.
"Just sit tight..." It murmured once more, into my wounded neck.
Strong arms came to embrace me closer. There was another body against my own; one that felt strangely familiar. Even the soft, masculine scent I could smell from his sweat seemed to be something pleasant; something I had grown used to for what could have been years and years. His fever-hot flesh too blossomed a fond sentiment within me; a piece of my memory that had been there for a lifetime, I recognized.
"You're fine, honey..."
The voice which spoke to me, laying a soft kiss between the set of fangs that impaled my neck and my bloody skin...It was a sweet, deep richness humming quietly in the dark, like some kind of soothing melody which succeeded to pacify my pain. The sound of him was something that put out the fire burning my neck ablaze with searing agony. It burned softer...Softer, until my mind could detach from the pain and I could scan my thoughts to remember what had taken place up to all of this.
My heart skipped a beat as I recalled what had happened, where I was, and what was happening to me.
Kiba was biting me, claiming me as his mate. We were down in his basement and the reason that everything was so dark was not because I had my eyes shut tight from pain, but because the single candle we had to cast a dim light had blown out on its own. I remembered now. I remembered everything, and as I shifted softly in Kiba's protective grasp, I felt a sharp twinge between my legs. Then I realized our act of love-making had started before I even noticed; but of course, how could I notice such a thing when a man was literally sinking his teeth into me? The answer was that I couldn't.
"...Kiba...?" I managed to choke out before heaving a dry cough. My throat ached. "Are-...You okay?"
"Of course..." He kissed me again, sending a gentle wave of pleasure through my being. "I've been wanting this to happen for years, Hinata...Now you're finally mine...Forever."
I smiled weakly. "F-forever?"
"Forever and ever."
I felt something pour again...But it wasn't blood, nor was it near my neck. What had cascaded had cast a saline stream down my cheek, along my jaw to drip from the center of my chin...Tears.
I opened my eyes to stare at the wall behind Kiba before I dropped my face into his neck and kissed him. He was sweating; his whole body damp, cold at the surface of his flesh, but sensuously warm beneath it all. There was a stuffy layer of air around us both.
I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, holding him tighter as if to squeeze the heat out of him. "I love you..."
"I love you too..."
Kiba kissed me again, and once more, I kissed him in return.
"Kiba-Kun...We-...W-we um..." I felt warmth blossom into my face as I thought about how I would word my request. "We should um...Move."
"Move?"
"Yes..."
"How?"
"...Down there..." I whispered shyly, curling my fingers into a fist against the other side of his stubbly neck. Kiba actually felt nice like that; nicer than I thought the little hairs on a man would feel when he was needing to shave his facial area. I figured he hadn't gotten the chance to for the past couple of days. It was a nice sensation, oddly...I started to lightly scratch him there. Kiba seemed to enjoy that by the way he held me more snugly, arching my body into his. However, that caused a new shift in the position of our connected parts. Then I felt the pain that I hadn't quite expected to bombard me at the intensity it did.
