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First Kiss (Part 2)

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Ruki

Ruki always seems to be dead-set on humiliating you. Tonight, for whatever thing you've done wrong now, he has you sitting at his feet while he reads. You've misbehaved to an extent (or he's just feeling mean enough) that you're not allowed a chair. 

It's unpleasant, to say the least. You're a person, not just food or a toy. 

But... when Ruki absentmindedly begins to run his hand through your hair, maybe not even aware of what he's doing, it's not too bad. 

Before long, you wind up leaning into Ruki's touch with a sigh. It's not often that you get contact with him that's not painful, and... you do have something of a crush on him, cruel as he may be. 

"Are you liking this, Livestock?"

When Ruki says that, your cheeks flush. You kind of are enjoying it.

 Your silence makes Ruki laugh softly. "Come up here. I want to look at you."

Obediently, you crawl up onto the couch beside him. Ruki looks at you for a moment, not quite as mockingly as you'd expect. He reaches a hand out, cups your cheek, and leans in to kiss you before you can register what's happening. 

"There. You wanted my attention, correct? Be grateful. It's only your submission that grants you such kindness from me."

Kou

You've been dragged along to one of Kou's shows. Waiting in the back while he performs is simultaneously boring and nerve-wracking. You feel like a rabid fangirl is going to show up at any second and assault you for the sin of being there.

But Kou seems to be having fun, and if he's in a good mood, your chances of getting bullied are lower. Well, most likely. 

"I'm back, M-Neko-chan~" Kou trills as he appears after his latest song. 

"Nice to see you," you smile compliantly. 

"Oh? You look nervous." Suddenly, Kou is leaning into your space with a knowing grin. That eye of his is probably reading you like it's nothing. "What, are you worried about me being out there with all of those girls? Feeling jealous?"

You don't really know how to answer that. You can't lie, but the fangirl thing is an easy answer that won't make Kou too upset with you. 

"K-Kind of..." you say. 

"Aww, well! I'll give you something to reassure you, then."

The next thing you know, Kou is pulling you forward and into a kiss. You squeak against his lips from surprise, but his hand just goes to your lower back, holding you close to him. It feels like it goes on forever. 

"There. Now you know who you belong to."

Yuuma

When it comes to using you in his garden, Yuuma doesn't go easy. In the time you've been with him and his brothers, you've been hauled out to water, hoe, and prune for hours. 

Today is no different. You've been outside for what feels like ages. You're damp with sweat, your muscles ache, and your whole body feels filthy. All you want is to go inside and rest, but Yuuma seems to have no intention of letting that happen. 

"Oi, Sow! Get over here. The tomatoes still need to be watered."

You sigh quietly when Yuuma calls out to you, but obey nonetheless. Yuuma is just as sweaty and filthy as you are— with dirt on his hands and his hair pulled back in a high ponytail. 

He snickers when he sees you. 

"Ha, you look disgusting," he laughs. "Covered in dirt. C'mere. You've even got it on your face."

When you get close enough, Yuuma grabs your chin with one massive hand. He swipes his thumb over your lower lip, taking a clump of dirt with it. Then, out of nowhere, he leans down and kisses you roughly. 

"Y-Yuuma, what—?"

"Couldn't help it," he grins. "What, was that your first?"

Azusa

The blade of Azusa's knife drags lightly against your skin. It leaves behind the smallest scratch, which stings in the open air. 

You wince. That one doesn't hurt too badly, but worse is on the way. 

"Does that.... feel.... good, Eve?" Azusa asks you, voice slow, but content. He looks happy, and it hurts you to refuse him. "I'll... gi... ...ve you.... whatever pain... you want..." You know that this boy's intentions are good, but that doesn't make it hurt less. 

You get an idea. 

"Um... I'd rather you do something else, actually," you say. Azusa's head tilts in confusion. "You see, I've never been kissed before... and I'd like that from you."

As you smile in a way that you hope looks genuine, you can see the recognition settle over him. Slowly, Azusa sets the knife in his hand down. Here's hoping he too would rather kiss you than continue to draw blood. 

"Here... Eve..." Azusa leans forward and kisses your cheek softly. 

"Silly, I meant on the lips," you smile, then turn before Azusa can react and press your mouth against his. You can feel him freeze under the sudden contact. 

And of course, Azusa melts into what's probably both of your first kisses.

Carla

There's little to do in the Tsukinami mansion. You've taken to wandering the halls, lost in thought, and admiring the beautiful works throughout the rooms. 

One of the things that stands out most is Carla's art. The man owns what seems like countless pieces, all of them paintings of the finest quality. There are so many that you could stare at them for hours. Many aren't even done by humans. 

And that's where Carla catches you; standing in front of a work depicting a snow-covered river and a sunrise above it. 

"Are you admiring it?" his deep voice says from behind you. You startle. 

"Ah! Um, y-yes... It's beautiful."

"Indeed. I would own nothing less." A true statement, from what you know of him. "At least it seems as though you have some scrap of taste... for a human,  that is. Now, for the reason for which I was looking for you." 

That makes you flinch. He's going to feed from you again, and it'll hurt. 

"Cease with that terror. You know that your purpose as my food is unavoidable." Despite Carla saying it, you can still feel yourself shaking. 

Carla sighs. 

"Fine. Then I shall give you a reason to relax a bit."

The next thing you know, he's tipping your head up to kiss you, long and slow. He's shocking gentle, and you can't help but melt. 

Shin

Shin's fangs sink roughly into your shoulder. You can feel skin tear and part around them, and blood well up from the fresh wounds. 

He's not gentle. When Shin bites you, it's with force. He wants you to hurt.

"You taste delicious," he smirks when he pulls back for a second. "Way too tasty for such a worthless human. You know, you're lucky I take the time to pay attention to you. Be honored that a First Blood would accept your blood."

"Y-Yes..." you whimper. Disagreeing would just get you hurt. 

"There's a good girl." Shin, instead of returning to the bite, stands. Your blood is smeared across his lips and chin. 

You stare at him nervously. What is he going to do to you next? There are way too many possibilities for ways that he could make you scream— and you know that he'd enjoy every second of any of them. 

"C'mere," he says at last. "I'll take yet another of your firsts."

And with that, he kisses you. It's rough and quick, all teeth and the taste of your own blood. You gasp against his lips helplessly and let yourself melt.