S+M Brothers react to their girlfriend being turned on by their fangs
Sakamaki Brothers
Shu Sakamaki:
The afternoon sun filtered through the heavy curtains of the music room as you sat beside Shu on the leather couch, listening to the gentle melody flowing from his earphones. You found yourself stealing glances at him, mesmerized by the way his blonde hair caught the light and how peaceful he looked with his eyes closed. When he shifted slightly, turning toward you with a lazy smile, you caught sight of his fangs as he yawned.
Your breath hitched involuntarily, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you stared at the sharp, pearl-white canines that had pierced your skin so many times before. There was something undeniably alluring about them—the way they gleamed in the dim light, perfectly formed and dangerously beautiful. You found yourself imagining the sensation of them grazing your neck again, the mixture of pleasure and pain they brought.
"Hm? What's with that look?" Shu's voice was characteristically drowsy, but his ocean-blue eyes were now open, studying your flushed face with growing interest. He noticed the way your gaze lingered on his mouth, how your pupils dilated slightly.
"I-it's nothing," you stammered, but your voice came out breathier than intended.
A knowing smirk played at the corners of his lips, revealing those fangs even more prominently. "Is it now?" He shifted closer, his movements deliberate despite their apparent laziness. "Your scent changed. It's… sweeter now."
Your heart raced as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Are you perhaps… turned on by something you saw?" The question was posed with that typical Shu blend of teasing and genuine curiosity.
When you couldn't find the words to deny it, he chuckled low in his throat. "How troublesome… getting excited over a vampire's fangs. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" His fingers traced along your jawline, tilting your head to expose your neck. "These aren't just for show, you know. They're weapons… meant to pierce delicate skin."
You shivered at his words, which only seemed to amuse him further. "But you already know that, don't you? You've felt them before." His fangs grazed your earlobe, not quite breaking skin but applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Is this what you wanted to feel again?"
"Shu…" you whispered, your hands fisting in his shirt.
"Such a bothersome woman," he murmured, but there was affection in his voice. "Getting aroused by the very things that could destroy you. If I weren't so lazy, I might actually be concerned about your survival instincts."
He pulled back to look at you, his eyes now holding a predatory gleam that contrasted sharply with his usual apathy. "But since you're so fascinated by them…" He smiled wider, letting you see his fangs fully. "Perhaps I should give you a more thorough demonstration of what they can do."
The way he said it made your stomach flutter with anticipation and nervous excitement. Shu rarely showed such active interest in anything, but your unexpected reaction to his fangs had clearly awakened something in him. He traced one finger along your collarbone, his touch feather-light but possessive.
"Don't blame me if you can't handle the consequences of your curiosity," he warned, though his tone suggested he was rather looking forward to those consequences himself.
Reiji Sakamaki:
The laboratory was filled with the gentle bubbling of various experiments when you brought Reiji his evening tea. He stood before a complex apparatus, his movements precise and methodical as he measured ingredients with scientific accuracy. The lamplight caught the silver frames of his glasses, and you found yourself admiring the elegant lines of his profile.
"Your timing is impeccable, as always," he said without turning around, somehow having sensed your presence. "Place the tea on the desk. I'll attend to it momentarily."
You set down the delicate porcelain cup and saucer, but instead of leaving, you found yourself lingering. When Reiji finally turned to face you, adjusting his glasses with one gloved hand, you caught sight of his fangs as he spoke.
"Did you require something else? It's unlike you to—" He stopped mid-sentence, his sharp magenta eyes narrowing as he studied your expression. Your face had flushed, and you were staring at his mouth with an intensity that made his analytical mind immediately begin cataloging your symptoms.
"Elevated heart rate, dilated pupils, increased body temperature," he observed clinically, though his voice held a note of intrigue. "And that scent… How fascinating."
You tried to look away, embarrassed by your obvious reaction, but Reiji stepped closer, his presence commanding. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice carrying that authority that made disobedience impossible.
When you met his gaze, he smiled—a calculated expression that revealed his fangs completely. "I see. How utterly predictable, yet surprisingly… arousing to witness."
"Reiji, I—"
"Silence." He raised one gloved hand, and you immediately complied. "Your reaction is quite telling. The way your breath quickens when you see these…" He ran his tongue deliberately over one fang. "Does it excite you? The thought of what they can do?"
Your inability to form a coherent response was answer enough. Reiji's smile widened, becoming almost predatory. "How delightfully depraved. To be aroused by the very instruments of your potential destruction… It speaks to a fascinating psychological condition."
He moved closer, backing you against the laboratory table. "Are you aware of the biological function of a vampire's fangs? They're designed to penetrate efficiently, to deliver both pleasure and pain in precise measures." His voice had taken on that lecturing tone he often used, but there was something darker underneath it now.
"The sensation you're experiencing is likely a conditioned response. Your body has learned to associate these fangs with pleasure, hasn't it?" He traced one finger along your throat, making you shudder. "How utterly wanton of you."
"It's not… I don't…" you tried to protest, but your voice was weak.
"Don't insult my intelligence with denials. Your body betrays you completely." He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "The question is: what shall I do with this newfound knowledge?"
His fangs were so close now that you could feel their coolness against your skin as he spoke. "Perhaps this calls for a practical demonstration. After all, the scientific method requires thorough experimentation."
The way he said it made you realize that Reiji's idea of "experimentation" would be far more intense than anything you'd experienced before. His methodical nature combined with this new understanding of your desires created a combination that was both thrilling and terrifying.
"I do hope you're prepared for the consequences of revealing such… appetites to me," he murmured, his fangs grazing your pulse point. "I have a tendency to be quite thorough in my research."
Ayato Sakamaki:
The gym was empty except for you and Ayato, who was showing off his basketball skills with his usual confidence. You sat on the bleachers, supposedly doing homework, but found yourself watching him instead. His red hair was slightly damp with sweat, and his green eyes were bright with the joy of physical activity.
"Oi, Chichinashi! Are you even paying attention?" he called out, dribbling the ball with practiced ease. "Ore-sama's about to show you the perfect three-pointer!"
You looked up just as he flashed you a triumphant grin, and the sight of his fangs made your breath catch. There was something about the way they complemented his cocky smile, the predatory gleam in his eyes, that made your heart race for reasons having nothing to do with his athletic prowess.
Ayato, being as perceptive as he was when it came to you, immediately noticed the change in your expression. The ball stopped bouncing as he tilted his head, studying your flushed face with growing interest.
"Heh… what's with that look?" He walked over to the bleachers, his movements confident and predatory. "Did Ore-sama's amazing skills leave you breathless?"
You tried to focus on your textbook, but he was having none of it. He vaulted over the seats to sit beside you, close enough that you could smell his distinctive scent—something masculine and dangerous that made your pulse quicken.
"Look at me when Ore-sama's talking to you," he commanded, gripping your chin and turning your face toward him. The moment your eyes met his, he saw exactly what had caught your attention.
"Oh…" A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, revealing his fangs fully. "I see what's got you all worked up, Chichinashi."
"I don't know what you're talking about," you protested weakly, but your voice betrayed you.
"Don't lie to Ore-sama!" He leaned closer, his fangs now mere inches from your skin. "You're turned on by these, aren't you? My fangs?"
The direct question made you squirm, but there was no escaping Ayato's intense gaze. "That's… that's not…"
"It is!" He laughed, the sound full of delighted arrogance. "How perverted can you get, Chichinashi? Getting all hot and bothered over a vampire's fangs?" But despite his teasing words, there was something hungry in his expression now.
He pressed closer, trapping you against the back of the bleacher seat. "You know what these are for, don't you? They're not just for show." His breath was hot against your ear as he spoke. "They're for claiming what's mine."
"Ayato…" you whispered, your hands gripping the edge of the seat.
"That's right. Say Ore-sama's name like that." His fangs grazed your throat, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. "Is this what you wanted? To feel these fangs against your skin?"
Your inability to deny it only fueled his ego and his desire. "Heh… you're such a masochist, Chichinashi. But that's fine. Ore-sama likes that about you."
He pulled back to look at you, his green eyes now dark with possessive hunger. "Since you're so fascinated by them, maybe I should give you a real demonstration. Show you exactly what these fangs can do."
The promise in his voice made you shiver with anticipation. Ayato's possessive nature combined with his discovery of your attraction to his fangs created a dangerous combination that promised an intense encounter.
"Don't blame Ore-sama if you can't handle it," he warned, but his tone suggested he was looking forward to pushing your limits.
Laito Sakamaki:
The rose garden was bathed in moonlight as you walked alongside Laito, the evening air filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. He was in one of his more contemplative moods, speaking softly about classical music and poetry, his fedora tilted at its characteristic angle.
"The night is particularly beautiful, isn't it, Bitch-chan?" he mused, plucking a red rose from a nearby bush. "Though not as beautiful as you, of course."
You smiled at his compliment, but when he turned to face you fully, offering the rose with a charming smile, you were struck by the sight of his fangs. They seemed to gleam in the moonlight, perfectly framed by his lips, and you found yourself staring with an intensity that surprised you.
Laito, ever perceptive when it came to matters of desire, immediately caught your reaction. His green eyes sharpened with interest, and his smile widened deliberately.
"Oh my… what's this?" he purred, stepping closer. "That look in your eyes… it's quite delicious, you know."
"I was just…" you began, but found yourself unable to complete the sentence.
"Just what? Admiring something specific?" He leaned in, his voice dropping to that seductive tone he used when he wanted to unravel you completely. "Tell me, Bitch-chan. What caught your attention?"
Your cheeks burned as you tried to look away, but Laito caught your chin with his free hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Don't be shy now. I can smell your arousal, you know. It's quite… intoxicating."
"Your fangs," you finally whispered, the admission dragged from you by his penetrating stare.
"My fangs?" He laughed, the sound low and rich with amusement. "How wonderfully perverse of you, Bitch-chan. Getting aroused by the very things that mark me as a predator."
He traced the rose along your cheek, his movements deliberate and sensual. "Do you know what these fangs have done? The pleasure and pain they've brought?" His voice was hypnotic, designed to draw you deeper into his web.
"They've tasted your blood so many times, haven't they? Pierced your delicate skin, brought you to the edge of ecstasy and pain." He smiled wider, letting you see his fangs fully. "And now you're telling me that the sight of them alone is enough to make you want me?"
"Laito…" you breathed, your body betraying you with its response.
"Yesss," he hissed, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Say my name like that. Like you need me." His fangs grazed your throat, not quite breaking skin but leaving a trail of sensation that made you gasp.
"You're such a fascinating little masochist," he murmured against your skin. "Most people would be terrified of these fangs, but you… you're aroused by them. It's beautifully twisted."
He pulled back to study your face, his expression a mixture of predatory hunger and genuine fascination. "I wonder… if just seeing them affects you this much, how would you react if I used them properly?"
The suggestion made your heart race, and Laito's smile became even more wicked. "Shall we find out, Bitch-chan? I'm suddenly very curious about the limits of your… appreciation."
Kanato Sakamaki:
The doll room was dimly lit by candles, casting dancing shadows across the walls lined with Kanato's precious collection. You sat on the ornate sofa, watching as he carefully arranged a tea set on the low table, his movements precise and deliberate. Teddy sat in the chair across from you, his button eyes seeming to watch the proceedings.
"You must sit properly during tea time," Kanato instructed, his voice carrying that childlike quality that could quickly turn dangerous. "Teddy doesn't like it when people have poor manners."
You straightened in your seat, knowing better than to displease him. When Kanato finally sat down across from you, lifting his delicate teacup to his lips, you caught sight of his fangs as he smiled at some private thought.
The sight made your breath catch. There was something about the contrast between his doll-like appearance and those predatory fangs that sent a thrill through you. They looked so sharp, so dangerous, yet somehow beautiful in their perfection.
Kanato, despite his childlike demeanor, was incredibly perceptive when it came to your emotions. He noticed the way your breathing had changed, the slight flush that had crept up your neck.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice deceptively innocent. "You look… different."
"Nothing's wrong," you replied quickly, but your voice came out breathier than intended.
Kanato's purple eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head in that way that made him look both curious and dangerous. "Are you lying to me? Teddy doesn't like liars."
"I'm not lying," you protested, but you couldn't meet his gaze.
"Then look at me," he commanded, his voice taking on that edge that meant he was becoming displeased. "Look at me properly."
When you finally raised your eyes to his, he was smiling—a sweet expression that revealed his fangs completely. "Is this what you were looking at? These?"
Your inability to deny it was answer enough. Kanato's smile widened, becoming less innocent and more predatory. "How interesting… you're aroused by my fangs."
"Kanato, I—"
"Shh." He placed a finger to his lips, the gesture oddly endearing despite the dangerous gleam in his eyes. "You don't need to explain. I understand perfectly."
He stood up, moving around the table to sit beside you on the sofa. "Do you know what these fangs are for?" he asked, his voice taking on that sing-song quality he used when he was particularly pleased. "They're for marking what's mine."
His fingers traced along your throat, making you shiver. "Would you like to feel them? Since you find them so… fascinating?"
The way he said it made your heart race. There was something about Kanato's unpredictable nature that made every interaction with him feel dangerous and thrilling.
"You're such a strange person," he murmured, his fangs now grazing your skin. "Getting excited over something so dangerous. But I suppose that's what makes you perfect for me."
His fangs pressed against your pulse point, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. "Does that feel good? Is this what you wanted when you stared at my fangs?"
"Yes," you whispered, unable to deny it any longer.
"Good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Because I'm going to give you much more than just a taste. After all, you've been such a good audience for my collection… now you can become part of it."
Subaru Sakamaki:
The garden was quiet except for the sound of Subaru's fists hitting the stone wall, each impact echoing through the night air. You watched from the doorway, concerned about his latest bout of self-destructive behavior. His knuckles were bleeding, but he seemed oblivious to the pain.
"Subaru, please stop," you called out, stepping into the garden. "You're hurting yourself."
He paused, his chest heaving as he turned to look at you. His silver hair was disheveled, and his red eyes held that familiar mixture of anger and pain that made your heart ache for him.
"Why do you care?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion. "It's not like it matters."
"It matters to me," you replied, approaching him slowly. "You matter to me."
Something in your voice made him look at you more carefully. When he opened his mouth to respond, you caught sight of his fangs, and the familiar sight made your breath catch. There was something about the way they looked when he was emotional, when his guard was down, that made them seem both dangerous and beautiful.
Subaru, despite his usual obliviousness to such things, noticed the change in your expression. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice gruff with confusion.
"Nothing's wrong," you said quickly, but your voice was breathier than usual.
"Don't lie to me," he said, stepping closer. "Your scent changed. And you're looking at me like…" He trailed off, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what had caught your attention.
"Are you seriously… turned on by my fangs?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Your inability to deny it was answer enough. Subaru's expression shifted from confusion to something more complex—surprise, arousal, and a hint of that self-deprecating anger that was so characteristic of him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, but his voice had lost its harsh edge. "Getting excited over something like that… Are you some kind of masochist?"
"Maybe," you admitted quietly, meeting his gaze.
The honesty in your response seemed to affect him deeply. He moved closer, his movements less aggressive and more predatory. "You really are insane," he murmured, but there was something almost fond in his voice.
"These fangs… they're not something to be attracted to," he said, his voice low and rough. "They're weapons. They're meant to hurt people."
"But they're part of you," you replied, reaching out to touch his face. "And I love every part of you."
The simple declaration made him freeze, his eyes widening. "You… what?"
"I love you, Subaru. All of you. Including your fangs."
For a moment, he looked like he might flee, but then something in his expression shifted. "You're really messed up, you know that?" he said, but his voice was gentle now.
He leaned down, his fangs grazing your throat. "Is this what you want? To feel these fangs against your skin?"
"Yes," you whispered, your hands fisting in his shirt.
"Then don't blame me for what happens next," he warned, his voice rough with desire. "Because I'm not going to be gentle."
Mukami Brothers
Ruki Mukami:
The library was quiet except for the soft sound of pages turning as you and Ruki sat together, supposedly studying. However, you found yourself distracted by the man beside you, watching the way the lamplight played across his features as he read. His black and white hair fell across his forehead, and his blue-grey eyes were focused intently on the text before him.
"Your lack of focus is quite apparent," Ruki commented without looking up from his book. "If you're going to waste time staring, at least make it productive."
You flushed, embarrassed at being caught. "I'm sorry, I was just—"
"Just what?" He finally looked up, his gaze sharp and analytical. When he smiled slightly at your embarrassment, you caught sight of his fangs, and your breath hitched involuntarily.
There was something about the way they looked against his lips, the sharp contrast between his refined demeanor and those predatory teeth, that made your heart race. Ruki, with his strategic mind and keen observation skills, immediately noticed your reaction.
"Interesting," he murmured, setting his book aside. "Your pulse just accelerated, and your scent has changed. What exactly caught your attention?"
"Nothing," you said quickly, but your voice betrayed you.
"Livestock," he said, his voice carrying that authoritative tone that made disobedience impossible. "I dislike being lied to. Tell me what you were looking at."
The command in his voice made you comply almost involuntarily. "Your fangs," you whispered.
"My fangs?" He leaned back in his chair, studying you with renewed interest. "How fascinating. You're aroused by the very instruments of your subjugation."
Your cheeks burned at his blunt assessment, but you couldn't deny it. There was something about Ruki's fangs that had always affected you, though you'd never admitted it before.
"Stand up," he commanded, and you obeyed automatically. He remained seated, which put you at eye level with him, trapped between his gaze and the desk behind you.
"You realize what this means, don't you?" he continued, his voice taking on that lecturing tone he often used. "You're attracted to the symbol of your position as my livestock. It's quite… appropriate, actually."
His words made you shiver, and he noticed immediately. "Are you imagining what they feel like? What they can do?" He smiled wider, letting you see his fangs completely. "Perhaps you'd like a demonstration."
"Ruki…" you breathed, your hands gripping the edge of the desk.
"That's the proper way to say my name," he said with satisfaction. "Now, tell me honestly—do you want to feel my fangs against your skin?"
The direct question made you squirm, but his penetrating gaze made it impossible to lie. "Yes," you admitted.
"Good. Honesty is an admirable quality in livestock." He stood up, moving closer until you were pressed against the desk. "Since you find them so fascinating, I'll give you a thorough education on their purpose."
His fangs grazed your throat, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. "Lesson one: they're designed to establish dominance. To remind you of your place."
"Lesson two," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "they're for marking what belongs to me. And you, my dear livestock, belong to me completely."
The combination of his words and the sensation of his fangs against your skin made your knees weak. Ruki's strategic mind had immediately recognized the opportunity your admission presented, and he was clearly planning to use it to his advantage.
"By the time I'm finished with you," he murmured, "you'll never be able to look at these fangs without remembering exactly who you belong to."
Kou Mukami:
The photo studio was bright with camera lights as you watched Kou work. Even during a simple portrait session, he moved with the practiced grace of someone accustomed to being watched. His blonde hair caught the light perfectly, and his heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one red—seemed to shimmer as he posed.
"M-neko-chan, are you enjoying the show?" he called out during a brief break, that idol smile firmly in place. "I know I'm irresistible, but try to contain yourself."
You laughed, but the sound caught in your throat when he flashed a wider grin, revealing his fangs. There was something about the contrast between his bright, cheerful demeanor and those predatory teeth that made your pulse quicken.
Kou, with his magical eye and keen perception, immediately noticed the change in your expression. His smile faltered slightly, replaced by something more genuinely curious.
"Oh? What's this?" He walked over to where you sat, his movements fluid and graceful. "That look in your eyes… it's quite interesting."
"What look?" you asked, but your voice came out breathier than intended.
"Don't play innocent with me, M-neko-chan. I can see right through you." His red eye seemed to glow slightly as he studied your face. "You're aroused by something you saw. What was it?"
Your inability to answer seemed to amuse him. He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. "Was it these, perhaps?" He smiled widely, revealing his fangs completely.
Your sharp intake of breath was answer enough. Kou's expression shifted from curiosity to something more predatory, his idol mask slipping to reveal the darker nature underneath.
"How delightfully twisted of you, M-neko-chan. Getting turned on by a vampire's fangs." He traced one finger along your jawline, his touch deceptively gentle. "Do you know what these fangs represent?"
"What?" you whispered, mesmerized by his intense gaze.
"They represent the difference between us. The fact that I'm a predator and you're prey." His voice had lost its cheerful tone, replaced by something darker and more seductive. "And you find that… exciting?"
"I… I don't know," you admitted, but your body's response said otherwise.
"Your body is more honest than your words," he observed, his magical eye seeming to see right through you. "I can see your desire, M-neko-chan. It's quite beautiful, actually."
He leaned in, his fangs grazing your throat. "Is this what you wanted? To feel these fangs against your skin?"
"Yes," you breathed, unable to deny it any longer.
"Such an honest answer," he purred, clearly pleased. "I do appreciate honesty. It's so rare in this world."
His fangs pressed against your pulse point, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. "You know, M-neko-chan, most people would be terrified of these fangs. But you… you're different, aren't you?"
"I suppose I am," you admitted.
"Good. I like different." His smile was both beautiful and dangerous. "And I think I'm going to enjoy showing you exactly what these fangs can do."
Yuma Mukami:
The vegetable garden was bathed in afternoon sunlight as you helped Yuma tend to his plants. He worked with surprising gentleness for someone so physically imposing, his large hands careful as he harvested ripe tomatoes. His light brown hair was tied back in its usual style, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the strong lines of his arms.
"Not bad for a human," he commented, glancing at the vegetables you'd picked. "Maybe you're finally learning something useful."
You smiled at what passed for a compliment from him. "I've had a good teacher."
"Damn right you have." He grinned at your response, and the expression revealed his fangs in a way that made your breath catch. There was something about the way they looked when he was relaxed and happy that made them seem both dangerous and appealing.
Yuma, despite his sometimes oblivious nature, was quite perceptive when it came to you. He noticed the way your breathing had changed, the slight flush that had crept up your neck.
"Oi, what's wrong with you?" he asked, straightening up to study your face. "You look weird."
"Nothing's wrong," you said quickly, but your voice was weaker than usual.
"Don't lie to me," he said, moving closer. "Your scent's different. And you're looking at me like…" He trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what had caught your attention.
"Like what?" you asked, though you had a feeling you knew where this was heading.
"Like you want something," he said bluntly. "What is it?"
Your inability to answer seemed to frustrate him. He reached out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Answer me."
"Your fangs," you whispered, the admission dragged from you by his intense stare.
"My fangs?" He looked genuinely surprised. "You're getting worked up over my fangs?"
Your nod was barely perceptible, but it was enough. Yuma's expression shifted from confusion to something more complex—surprise, arousal, and a hint of that possessive nature that was so characteristic of him.
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. "You really are something else, aren't you?"
"Is that… bad?" you asked hesitantly.
"Bad? Hell no." He grinned widely, revealing his fangs completely. "It's fucking perfect."
His blunt assessment made you flush even deeper. "Yuma…"
"You know what these fangs are for, don't you?" he asked, his voice taking on that rough quality he used when he was aroused. "They're for claiming what's mine."
"Am I yours?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.
"Damn right you are." He leaned down, his fangs grazing your throat. "And since you're so interested in these fangs, maybe it's time I showed you what they can really do."
His fangs pressed against your pulse point, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To feel these fangs against your skin?"
"Yes," you breathed, your hands fisting in his shirt.
"Good. Because I'm going to give you a lot more than just a taste." His voice was rough with promise. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll never forget who you belong to."
Azusa Mukami:
The knife collection room was dimly lit, the various blades catching the light as they hung on the walls. You sat on the floor beside Azusa, watching as he carefully cleaned one of his favorites—a simple but elegant blade that he'd named after one of his childhood tormentors.
"This one… is very special to me," he said in his slow, deliberate way. "It has given me… many beautiful marks."
You watched his gentle handling of the dangerous weapon, struck by the contrast between his soft demeanor and the sharp steel. When he looked up at you with that sweet smile, you caught sight of his fangs, and the familiar sight made your breath catch.
There was something about the way they looked when he smiled—so innocent and beautiful, yet undeniably dangerous—that made your heart race. Azusa, despite his often distracted nature, was surprisingly perceptive when it came to your emotions.
"Are you… okay?" he asked, tilting his head in that endearing way of his. "You look… different."
"I'm fine," you said, but your voice came out softer than intended.
"You're not fine," he said with gentle certainty. "Your scent… it's sweeter now. And your breathing…" He set the knife aside, giving you his full attention. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," you protested, but you couldn't meet his gaze.
"Please… tell me," he said, his voice taking on that pleading quality that made it impossible to refuse him. "I want to… understand."
Your inability to resist his gentle insistence finally made you admit, "Your fangs."
"My fangs?" He touched his lips reflexively, looking genuinely confused. "What about… my fangs?"
"They're… beautiful," you whispered, feeling heat rise in your cheeks.
Azusa's eyes widened slightly, and then he smiled—a sweet, genuine expression that revealed his fangs completely. "You think… they're beautiful?"
"Yes," you admitted, unable to deny it any longer.
"That's… interesting," he said, his voice holding that quiet wonder he often displayed. "Most people… find them frightening."
"I'm not most people," you replied.
"No… you're not." He moved closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "You're… special. Very special."
His fangs grazed your throat, the touch gentle but unmistakably present. "Is this… what you wanted? To feel them… against your skin?"
"Yes," you breathed, your hands reaching out to touch his face.
"I'm happy," he said simply, his voice filled with genuine joy. "You're not… afraid of me. Of what I am."
His fangs pressed against your pulse point, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make you gasp. "Does that… feel good?"
"Yes," you whispered, your body responding to his touch.
"Good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Because I want to… make you feel good. Always."
The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. There was something about Azusa's gentle nature combined with his dangerous fangs that created a unique combination of safety and excitement.
"I'll be… very careful," he promised, his fangs grazing your skin. "But I want to… show you how much I care."
