Wrong

I don't like this. It seems forced and…well, not good. But I wrote it down and it won't be doing anyone any good rotting away in my notebook for the rest of eternity, so I decided I may as well post it. Tell me what you think, I love constructive criticism. Actually, I'd probably accept plain old criticism for this piece.

With little force he pushed her back against the wall, subconsciously pressing his body more firmly against hers. Soft pale fingers entangled themselves in his spiked onyx hair before falling to massage his neck and shoulders.

Heat pooled in his stomach as his rough calloused hands busied themselves with tugging at the red tie that secured her silky sapphire locks, eagerly sliding the waterfall of blue through his forever stained fingers the second it was free.

This was wrong. Everything about the moment was wrong. He wasn't supposed to feel like this; wasn't worthy of feeling like this. He was supposed to want to let go, not hold on with every fiber of his being.

He wasn't sure how they'd made it to their current situation. Koenma had sent him for something, or they were arguing about something, more likely both; he didn't know for sure. What he did know was that this was wrong.

So then why did it feel so good?

Why did he find his hand slipping through her ocean of silk to pull her down while pushing himself up tip-toe to press her lips harder against his? Her body pressed against his was warm and comforting, and he was certain he'd heard himself moan into her mouth.

Something warm and sticky flowed across his lips and after a moment he realized he'd accidentally cut her soft skin with his fang. He almost smirked against her mouth when he felt her shudder in his arms as he licked the thick red liquid from her lip, savoring the salty sour flavor and hoping she'd allow him the chance to taste it again.

All at once he realized he didn't give a damn about right or wrong. Quite frankly, the whole world could go straight to hell, dragging him along behind, and he wouldn't care so long as he got to keep this gentle burning slowly spreading throughout his body.

His mind was pleasantly warm and fuzzy as they pulled apart, just enough for him to look at her, for he couldn't bring himself to step away just yet. Wordlessly he brushed his thumb across her wounded lip, enjoying the sensation of gently drowning as hazy ruby met amethyst, sparkling in ways he could never hope to describe.

"Bot-" She shushed him softly and placed two soft fingers against his lips. Slowly she leaned down until her lips brushed against his ear.

"I'm in love with you, and there's nothing wrong with that."