Morning Passion

The faint warmth of the morning sun shone softly through the glass paned window, illuminating a spot on the wood floor with blinding brilliance. The curtains concealed most of the window leaving much of the room still shrouded in darkness. As such, the temperature of the room remained cool and sent shivers along Alkirn's bare body. His mind was still heavy with sleep and he hadn't the energy to pull the covers over himself. Instead, he turned to the side away from the bright window, his thoughts set on finding Akari. He felt heat tenderly radiating from a body nearby and Alkirn opened his eyes groggily to see if it was her. Through the haze of sleep and the little light shining, he made out a bare bodied individual with distinguishable black hair. He smiled as he closed his eyes.
He touched her face subtly with a loving stroke lead by his nose. He started at the top of her cheek, hearing her breath catch silently as he moved down to her lips. Gently, he took them in his grasp, sucking playfully on her bottom lip. It wasn't long before she started to respond. Her lips began to move, steadily at first, but the longer they dragged on the kiss the more intense it became. Her tongue jutted its way into his mouth, tasting, exploring him as she tangled her fingers roughly in his hair. Alkirn moaned as their tongues viciously stroked one another, and somewhere close by he could hear another male's voice sigh. Ah yes, Alkirn remembered, there had been another couple screwing in the same room with himself and Akari last night. He and a demon decided to torture their mates by sexually arousing one another, something which Alkirn noted was a very odd experience. Nevertheless, after the both of them had driven their mates crazy with lust, Alkirn had the best sex in his life with Akari to date. God, how violently she took him, how she came for him so intensely...
It didn't dawn on Alkirn until after he had subconsciously wrapped his leg around Akari's waist and rubbed his hips to hers that there was the strangest feeling. Strange, yet familiar, but he knew it wasn't something he felt with Akari... His eyes slowly opened as realization came at a sluggish pace... Then who was he kissing?

The Great Leap Forward

He placed the rag gently upon her wounds, wanting to clean them before calling upon his powers to heal them quicker. Akari lay upon the couch, watching him intently. When they first got home, it was a nightmare. She was adamant about his wounds and his seal, but it was only minutes later that he convinced her to not worry about any of it. Alkirn healed himself first at the behest of Akari's insistence, which he readily opposed and lost as she threatened to bring up the matters of the seal again.
She reached her hand to his face, lightly stroking it. He smiled at her and she returned it honestly. Healing the last wound, her took her caressing hand in his. "Get some rest, my love," he soothed. She giggled in earnest, her cheeks and lips alight with a red hue. The sight sent his heart pounding nervously and eagerly. He squeezed her hand and rose to his feet, putting away the cloth and bowl of bloody water. He receded to the bedroom and, skittishly, closed the door with a soft thud. He leaned against the wall, trying to calm his heart. He nearly laughed; Alkirn, he thought, how has it come to this? You were once a creature of immense greed and destruction... and now you can't even find the courage to ask the one girl who's ever touched your heart.
He sighed. Of course, because I don't know how, he answered himself. He rubbed his face in his hands, gathering his thoughts. I need advice, he concluded but it was an absurd thought. Who in their right mind would give him, a bastard vampire who heartlessly abused his own family, advice? He had to try... Someone... Anyone!! He pulled out his cell phone, scrolling through the contacts commenting on each one as he passed them.
Oh, no, I broke his arm... I almost tried to kill this dude... THIS dude will kill ME... And for some ominous reason, he hovered over one contact he never thought he would ever in the sanity of the world call. Oh, fuck it. He dialed the number.

He couldn't believe what was going on. Nothing could compare to the shock and disgust he felt. This girl, this wolf, enamored with him? Impossible; and if it was so, he was sure he was getting the hell he knew he deserved. Despite this, he never would have imagined hell to put him through this. He would rather die than have his honor degraded by such a despicable creature as the werewolf. Every fiber in his being wished for her to leave at once; otherwise he was certain he would tear her up on the spot. But why not? He was a merciless bastard vampire who killed countless, tortured many, and committed several taboos. Kill the girl, that'll solve my problem. 

Staring coldly into her eyes, contemplating on the best tactical advantage to striking her down quickly and quietly, his preoccupation with her death left him unaware as the wolf girl reached towards and caressed his cheek. Lightly and lovingly was the touch; he would not have noticed it at first had her eyes not moved away from his own. The gesture seemed to paralyze him; his heart pounded with the hatred and audacity that the Akuma child should dare treat him this way but his mind was empty and blank. Then he realized his heart beat not with ire, but with the faint hope and cries of a forgotten child desperately looking for the slightest trace of love and compassion thrown his way. He pushed the thought out of his mind attempting to regain the burning hatred for the wolf; again, he was unprepared for what came about next. Slowly, gracefully, Akari Akuma leaned into his lips and held them in her own cautiously as if expecting him to break away at once. Now it was his mind demanding him to pull away and destroy the girl who enacted this disgusting gesture, all the while having released the feeling of want that was alit within his heart. Inside the depths of his being was the war between his pride and his inner most desires declared; but most of all he was amazed and shocked. Someone, anyone, had the capacity to love even him. This creature of black silk hair, shining emerald eyes, and young, slender body embracing him… And suddenly the war was won. His mind brought to attention the condition of her ignorance, her status; that she knew nothing, was nothing, and would be nothing should she know. With this resolve he shoved her aside and, as if hoping to erase the existence and feelings of it, wiped his mouth clean of the kiss. Still within a state of internal confusion and shock, he acted upon his instinct without reserve. 

"Don't ever do that again, you filthy wolf!" There was no trying to put a hold on the opened floodgates. Suddenly every thought and insult he could muster escaped his lips in the form of unconditional scolding; pacing in circles, each step brought forth inspiration for another condescending thing he had yet to name. All the while Akari remained silent and observant and her lack of response especially enraged him. At some point, she finally found the courage to smile. The fire was then filled with more fuel. 

"Do I amuse you, mutt?!" he exhaled, his breath hot and quick with the anger seeping through him. 

Undeterred by the strong emotions of hatred he was emitting, Akari valiantly asked, "Are you always like this or is it only with me?" 

At once, he was grounded back to the root of his former self. His anger, his desire to kill her, his hatred towards her for being a wolf… why did he care at all? Any thought or feeling to explain this was easily dismissed and he returned quickly to his calm demeanor. Filth like her did not deserve a reason or explanation for anything he did; her existence and advances mattered not. She was an insignificant flea bitten piece of trash that could be effortlessly ignored. His head and heart calm and empty, he turned and left the wolf girl standing there alone as he washed his hands clean of this entire mess. The small flickers of feelings that had been aroused within him during her advances sparked and blinded him. He wrote them off as a sign of his desperate, eighteen year sex deprivation and walked onward.