You stood in front of your wardrobe contemplatively, wondering what clothes your average captive idol concert attendee would normally wear. You took out a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black trousers in a material that looked like linen but felt incredibly soft and flexible, like lycra or cotton. The trousers, definitely. You felt as if you might end up running at some point during the night, and being able to actually move would be super helpful. The t-shirt...perhaps not. You gave a deep sigh, rooting through your wardrobe once again, thinking it was impossible to have so many clothes and still have absolutely nothing to wear.
“Oh, you’re not wearing these, are you?” The level of disgust in Kou’s voice was almost on a physical level as he lifted the pair of trousers you had set aside, lip curling in distaste.
“Ugh. I suppose not if you’re going to be so horrified by the concept.” You groaned, shoving them back into your wardrobe. “Why exactly do I need to get dressed up? It’s not like I’m going to be on stage.”
“You always need to put effort into your appearance, otherwise why on earth would you dare go out in public?” He lamented, shoving you aside and sorting through the clothes himself. You stood back, arms folded as you watched him sift through them at an almost insane speed, assessing them within a second before swapping them out for the next one. He shot you a grin over his shoulder, spinning around to reveal he was holding a tiny pink mini dress that you would actually rather die than wear. “Thoughts?”
“I think that dress is a nice wrapper for some candy somewhere.” You responded archly.
“Wow, after I pick it out for you, too.” He pouted, but you saw in his eyes that he never expected you to want to wear it in the first place. “You really won’t wear it?”
“Not a chance.” He eyed you coolly as he set the dress aside and approached you, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
“Not even if I destroy all of your other clothes?” He questioned in a soft yet threatening tone. “Not even if I hurt you?”
“Not even then.” You snapped, stepping around him and getting to your wardrobe, rifling through and pulling out a knee-length black dress, slightly gothic in aesthetic and yet still cute enough to pass for acceptable with the crimson bows adorning the bodice and running down the sides, as well as the black gauzy sleeves that cuffed just below the elbow. Plus, the neckline was a modest crimson collar that would mostly hide the few marks on your skin. He eyed it appreciatively, an almost impressed expression on his face.
“Fine, you can wear that...if you let me bite you.” He bargained, and you sighed morosely. It was always the same with these vampires; no matter who it was you could never do something you wanted to do without a price being tacked onto it.
“Fine.” He bounded over, a happy skip in his step as he grabbed you, encircling you in his arms as he tilted your chin back in order to view your neck.
“What an obedient little M neko-chan,” he murmured appreciatively, skimming his tongue over your skin, the action sending shivers down your spine. “You must reeeeally enjoy getting bitten, if you agreed so quickly.”
“Your car arrives in like, ten minutes. I don’t want to drag this out any longer.” You corrected impatiently, and he giggled, hands cold on your skin as he teased the strap of your dress aside.
“If you say so…” he plunged his teeth deep into your shoulder, arms tightening around you as he moaned with pleasure, gulping your blood down his throat like he was dying of thirst. He pulled away with a sigh of contentment, licking up the blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth before running his tongue slowly across the bite, making sure to lap up every last drop. “Mmm...your blood is so good...I could get addicted to this stuff.” You swayed slightly on your feet, still unused to getting your blood drained - even if just a little - and he sighed, steadying you. “I guess I can’t take anymore for now...I’ll just leave you with a little IOU.” His mouth latched onto the side of your neck, rather high up, and you were sufficiently shocked when he sucked at the flesh rather than biting into it, the force which he used making you audibly gasp, hands rising to shove him away only to be forced back down. He eventually pushed you away with a laugh, surveying his handiwork with a grin. “There! Something nice and clear to tell everyone who sees it exactly who you are.” You spun to the mirror to see he had given you a massive hickey, the bruise already darkening.
