He noticed it right away.

The only one who'd noticed it faster was Sir Pheles, who took his sweet time in revealing his knowledge to Yukio, watching him squirm. It was awful.

But with this bastard there were no insidious tea pots filled with blood, just a (predatory) tilt of the head and the calm observation:

"You've gotten faster,"

"So?" Yukio snapped, firing another round. He had to be sure the holy water in his bullets didn't splash back on him.

"That's not human speed though," Toudou remarked, smacking Yukio across the head with the same nonchalance as shaking someone's hand. Pain swamped Yukio's vision but it was weirdly thrilling, weirdly pleasant. Yukio could pretend this freakish deviation from normal behavior was part of the change. Part of him knew it wasn't. These conflicting sides were distracting but not as distracting as the wonderful scent coming off of Toudou, the rich hot blood rushing under his skin. Demon blood tasted better than human blood after all, something Yukio had found out by accident when Rin cut himself the night after he'd been turned. That fact alone was probably what kept other exorcists who knew (like Angel) from dunking him in a vat of holy water and ending it.

"Oh I get it?!" Toudou stopped, a bright look on his face. "Vampire!"

Yukio froze for a moment, and then fixed his glasses.

"That's ridiculous-"

"No it's brilliant! How cunning," Toudou clapped his hands, unleashing a new sort of anger in Yukio. The exorcist lunged for Toudou, using his inhuman speed to grab the traitor's throat and slam him against a tree before squeezing. His skin felt hot, too hot. "This way… you can let yourself be a demon without…the negative stigma I have…"

"I didn't ask for this," Yukio hissed, squeezing harder. Toudou's skin hurt under his hands, like his palms were on fire. His fingers faltered.

"That's why you should have just gone with me," Toudou chided. "It could have been on your terms."

Yukio bared his teeth. They hurt. Actually everything hurt. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much.

"If you don't let me go I'm going to incinerate you right here," Toudou remarked almost lazily. Yukio hated how nonchalant the man was. He hated how he was supposed to be the monster that wins, not Toudou. "Come now, don't be stubborn. Vampires are really flammable."

Yukio pried his hands off of Toudou's throat and took a shaky step back. His hands were a bright cherry red but slowly healing. The healing process brought with it a horrible gnawing sensation in his stomach, a feeling like thousands of ants crawling and eating at the insides of his veins.

"Oops. You look peckish," Toudou commented. "Do they even feed you I wonder? Medical blood? Animals? I don't suppose you can hunt, that's the sort of thing they would frown upon isn't it. Or do you have donors?"

Yukio hated the man. He hated his overly cheery and calming voice, the lilt and sneer he put in some words, the way he smiled even as he was being hit. It was wrong. It was unnatural. Toudou Saburota was the most unnatural thing in Japan.

He'd make a perfect meal.

Yukio took a step forward, almost cautiously. He hadn't done this before. Well, technically he had but this was different, his opponent (prey) didn't want him to, he'd have to bite (oh god his jaws ached) not lick some man-made sliver on his brother's arm.

"Oh you want to feed off of me don't you," Toudou frowned slightly. "You'll have to catch me first you know."

Yukio lunged, having no problems with catching Toudou. Of course the demon ran, which was fine. It was… fun? The wind rushing in his hair, tree branches tickling his sides, and the thick, smoky scent of Toudou filling Yukio's lungs. The exorcist could almost taste him, and it was thrilling. And guilt free- Toudou was a monster. This was justice.

It was a surprisingly short chase. Yukio caught a limb and yanked viciously only to realize it was Toudou's leg. With a slightly unnecessary twist the traitor was down on the grassy ground. After that, pinning him was easy, although Toudou struggled and it was apparent that the man was still stronger than Yukio. All the struggling would make getting a good bite in rather difficult.

But Yukio had a way around that.

Vampiric mind control was a little perk that Yukio actually enjoyed. He didn't employ it excessively, but he'd done it enough times to be fairly good at it. It was really simple too, all it needed was some eye contact and a bit of touching, nothing too major. Removing his hands from Toudou's shoulders even temporarily would be a bit dangerous but judging by the way Toudou was heating up Yukio needed to sedate the man quickly.

Yukio had only practiced on Shiemi (with her permission naturally). Stroking Toudou's face like he did hers should have felt odd. It didn't. What did concern Yukio was how easily Toudou met his eyes (didn't he know what was happening? Even Shiemi shied her eyes away from Yukio and she knew he wouldn't hurt her). Yukio pushed this thought away and focused on Toudou's eyes- they were actually rather pretty, more of a garnet shade than a blood-red one as he'd originally thought. The color got darker around his slitted pupils, which were gradually widening like a cat's in a dark room.

His face was the first thing to relax, and then gradually the rest of him did under Yukio. After a moment, Yukio relaxed as well and sat on Toudou's stomach comfortably. The man wore an excess of clothes and Yukio had to remove some of those, but that was fine. The exorcist hummed absentmindedly as he undid Toudou's necktie. The thought to tie him up crossed his mind, but that would be weird. It would almost look sexual if he did that… that thought brought a slew of …unusual images that Yukio had to shake his head to remove. Toudou stirred a bit and Yukio grumbled. He was as bad as Rin about staying focused. Must be a demon thing.

Yukio pulled down Toudou's collar on his left side, running a thumb across his carotid artery.

(It's taking so long what are you doing?)

Yukio lowered himself and realized in order to properly feed he'd have to be laying flush on top of Toudou. That thought made him pause for a bit, but the thick way his teeth and tongue felt in his mouth overruled this. It was just bad planning, that's all. It wasn't so bad though, Toudou was deliciously warm.

Yukio pressed his lips to Toudou's neck and-

(Don't make a mess please that's a nice shirt)

-bit down, savoring the way the skin and muscle felt under his teeth, a pleasant resistance and oh god the taste the taste was amazing like drinking electricity. It was hot and painful and felt wonderful sliding down his throat like hot chocolate on a cold day only without the sickeningly sweet flavor-no this was better. Much better.

(It hurts)

It was at very least ten times better than the stale medical blood he'd consumed up until now, and there was no stopping, no awkwardly sucking on a flattened bag to capture the last dead drops to keep the monsters in his veins quiet, it just kept going.

(I regenerate, silly boy)

There was something weird in his head. Yukio ignored it. He was getting full anyways, full and sleepy. Yukio pulled away from Toudou's neck, giving the swollen wound a last cursory lick (sort of like dessert- you know you don't have room for it but still desire it)and rolled off of the man.

"Aah." Toudou gasped out.

Somehow Yukio knew he wasn't dead.

Somehow Yukio couldn't muster the strength to care.

"Aah you took a lot." Toudou muttered. He wasn't moving around a lot. It occurred to Yukio he should pull out his gun or something and shoot him. But that would mean moving.

"I was hungry." Yukio muttered petulantly.

"Obviously." Toudou sighed. "If I hadn't eaten Karura I'd be dead."

"That's the point." Yukio retorted.

Toudou was quiet for a while. Then he reached out and touched the side of Yukio's face with the back of his hand, stroking it gently. It was warm. Yukio closed his eyes lightly.

"Tell me, Okumura Yukio, did you enjoy it? Having me under your control?" he asked softly.

"…Yes." Yukio replied, opening an eye. Toudou had turned and was facing him, smiling so widely he almost looked boyish, except for the dark gleam in his eyes.

"Good."

/—-

Elsewhere, Shiemi and Izumo were sitting outside, enjoying a rather nice day. Izumo was eating an ice cream cone lazily and Shiemi was talking her ear off about something stupid when the girl suddenly froze.

"…What is it?" Izumo asked, critically looking the girl over. Shiemi squirmed in place. "Moriyama tell me!"

"Um… you know about Yuki- I mean, Okumura-sensei-"

"How he's a bloodsucker, right? Yeah. I heard." Izumo shrugged. "So he and Rin can be freaks together. What of it?"

Shiemi frowned slightly at Izumo's wording but shook her head.

"No I've been letting Yukio practice that hypnotism on me-"

"WHAT." Izumo glared at Shiemi. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU-"

"He has to practice on someone! And besides, he'd never hurt me… and it feels really weird! But kind of nice…" Shiemi trailed off, her cheeks reddening. Izumo narrowed her eyes.

"Is there a point to this?" she asked frostily.

"U-uh yeah," Sheimi nodded. "I guess I kind of have a link with him now and-"

"Oh. He's doing something weird right now, isn't he." Izumo sighed heavily. "What is he masturbating or something?"

"N-NO! I m-mean… I don't… I don't know." Shiemi whined, suddenly resting her head on Izumo's shoulder. The purple-haired exorcist moved to brush Shiemi off, but then thought better of it.

"Che. Jerk."

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