Chapter One

Bright teal eyes gazed into the bottom of the glass as he swirled the contents around, the ice clinking faintly against the sides. As the question directed to him was repeated, he didn't look up, instead searching the depths of his Jack Daniels as if the amber liquid held the answer he needed to supply. He was disrupted from further musing though when a hand touched his thigh, steadily moving upward, and he tried not to tense visibly. No matter how many times this happened, some occasions he just didn't appreciate being felt up by random strangers-especially drunk ones.

He's handsome, at least. The blonde thought idly, his drink still in one hand as he turned his head to look over at the young man seated next to him at the bar. Deep brown soulful eyes gazed back at him, set into an attractive face and topped by feather soft raven hair. He's so totally smashed though.

"Well?" the question was repeated yet again as he leaned closer to the blonde, "What do you say?"

He considered this carefully, downing the rest of his drink before setting the glass on the bar counter. He wrinkled his nose at the sharp smell of alcohol on the other man's breath, trying to ignore the hand that was now hovering at the top of his thigh. He knew they couldn't stay here; this dingy, smoke filled bar was far too public for what his drunken acquaintance had in mind.

"Alright," the blonde finally responded, looking over with a sultry smile, "That sounds great."

"I knew you'd agree," brown eyes said with a pleased, drunken smirk, his hand sliding home before giving a firm squeeze.

Alright, that's enough of that. The blonde rose to his feet, managing to evade the groping hand. Fishing in one pocket for his wallet so he could pay for their drinks, he tried to ignore the heat of arousal that was now spreading across his skin. Just as soon as I get home, and not before then.

"Say, wha's your name?" brown eyes thought to ask as they began to leave the bar together.

"Demyx," the blonde replied readily.

He didn't bother to return the question though; the name of his companion wasn't high on his list of concerns.

Brown eyes, on the other hand, had plenty of things he should be worrying about-he just didn't know it yet. As it was, the poor fool thought he was going to get lucky with the blonde. Oh, someone was going to be lucky, but it wasn't him. Quite the contrary; he was about to have a very bad night.

Demyx behaved himself for as long as he could, waiting impatiently for the two of them to be far enough away from highly populated areas before acting. Fidgeting a bit, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling his canines growing a bit longer, a bit sharper. His self control wouldn't last much longer-he was hungry dammit, and technically he was eating for two. His little fledgling wasn't old enough or skilled enough to get his own food yet.

He stole another glance over at brown eyes. The man smelled distinctly of alcohol, but beneath that there was another scent, sweet and intoxicating. It was that scent in particular that was driving him crazy, and then, as they entered a poorly lit alley-a short cut, he was assured in slurred words-his self control fully crumbled.

After ensuring that there was no one else around, Demyx turned towards his companion, fisting his hands in the front of the other man's jacket. With ease, the blonde pushed him backwards, maneuvering them into a darkly shadowed doorway, even holding him up with no trouble at all when the drunk lost his balance. As soon as brown eyes' back was against the hidden door, Demyx's mouth was on his neck, kissing and licking.

"You're a feisty one," the other young man groaned, surprised but pleasantly so, and snaked his arms around the blonde's waist, pulling him close.

"You have no idea," Demyx said with a quiet chuckle.

He couldn't wait any longer, he had to eat, and he had to eat now. Closing his mouth over the side his victim-to-be's neck, he bit down slowly. He nearly groaned aloud when his fangs pierced through the skin, and brown eyes did groan, the quiet sound escaping his lips with no sign that he knew anything was wrong. His bite wouldn't cause much pain, anyway; unlike some of his kind, he had been gifted with a very…pleasurable bite.

Blood slowly began to well up from the twin puncture wounds, and Demyx sucked deeply on them, drawing the liquid out faster. With the very first taste of the man's blood-metallic, coppery, and to him very sweet-every other thought was driven from his mind. A low growl issued from deep within his throat, and, impatient, he bit down on the wound again to make the blood flow more. His victim still wasn't aware that something was wrong-and probably never would, with how drunk he was coupled with Demyx's pleasant bite.

He leaned closer to the drunken man, pressing his body against him, and continued to feed, never once pausing. The blonde was utterly consumed by this one action, only vaguely aware of the faint, breathy sounds brown eyes was making, or the way his arms were slowly slipping away from Demyx's waist to fall back to his sides. He was only fully aware of his surroundings again when there was no more blood, and he'd drained the man dry. Releasing the still warm body, the blonde took a step back, delicately licking his lips to take care of any crimson that remained there.

He felt full-very full-and lazy now, as well as…. He giggled a bit to himself when he realized that he was somewhat buzzed-not entirely drunk, but not sober either.

"That's what you get for picking up dinner in a bar," he said aloud, running one hand back through his dirty blonde hair.

His hunt successful, it was time for him to head home now, before his fledgling grew too impatient-as he was sure the boy was hungry. Demyx hummed a pleasant tune to himself as he stepped out of the shadows in the alley, making his way through the city until he reached the apartment building he lived in, and now shared with the little one he had sired. Well…he supposed it wasn't entirely right to refer to him as 'little'-his fledgling was eighteen after all, only three years younger than Demyx himself. In physical age, anyway-for actual years difference, it was closer to five.

Walking down the hall towards his apartment, once he'd gotten up to the proper floor, he wrestled his keys out of a pocket, having a bit of trouble due to how snugly his jeans fit. He had been correct to think that his roommate would be impatient; he'd barely managed to close the door behind him before a petite form had tackled him. The sudden weight caused him to stumble hard, nearly losing his balance and going down-not only did it catch him off guard, but it seemed being buzzed tampered with his inner equilibrium.

"Hey, hey, give me a chance to get through the door, little bird!" Demyx chided lightly, placing a hand over one of the arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"I can't help it," the brunette replied, a slight whine in his voice that the other found adorable, "I missed you, and I'm hungry. You were gone so long."

"I wasn't gone that long," Demyx protested, trying to free himself from the vice-like grip the boy had him in. "Come on, Sora, I've gotta move; let me walk at least."

"I'm hungry," Sora said again, and though the blonde couldn't see it, he didn't have to, to be able to imagine the puppy dog pout that the boy probably had.

"Then let me move," the young man said with a slight giggle, trying to turn and once more pry himself away from the fledgling.

He was unsuccessful, though, and ended up losing his balance, falling to the floor. He grunted a bit as his back hit the ground, blinking through the darkness while Sora scrambled around to sit on top of him, straddling his hips. Demyx started to ask just what the boy was doing, but it became apparent a moment later when the brunette leaned down, ravaging the side of his sire's neck with desperate kisses. The blonde's half formed question turned into a low moan, and he tilted his head back, his eyes slipping shut.

Sora continued his assault on Demyx's neck; tongue running over his skin, and when he nipped lightly, his fangs were already elongated. He rested his hands on the blonde's shoulders to help hold himself up, hesitated a second, and then he was biting Demyx, teeth sinking into his soft neck. Unfortunately, Sora was too young yet to have developed a pleasant bite like his sire-though he most likely would-and for now, it was painful.

Demyx winced at the pain, a soft whimper escaping his throat, but by now he had grown used to this, and he was equally addicted to the painful bites as he was the pleasant ones. He lifted his arms to wrap around Sora's thin shoulders, one hand clenching in his hair as the boy began to drink his blood that welled from the wounds he'd inflicted. The blonde's breath came in shallow gasps, lost in the sensations that accompanied the action, and squirmed a bit as his previous arousal returned, stronger than before.

"Sora," he whined, his fist tightening in the boy's hair, "Ngh."

The brunette was hungry, just as Demyx had been earlier, and he continued to feed as his sire clung to him, whimpering the boy's name. This was what the blonde had been waiting for all evening-well, part of what he'd been waiting for, anyway-and he was definitely enjoying it. Vampires didn't make a habit of letting others of their kind bite them-there were issues of trust, comfort, things like that, as well as how the general society saw it. Taking all of that into consideration, the bond he shared with his fledgling was quite intimate.

Sora was enjoying this too, finally able to feed his hunger, to quench his thirst. Not to mention the fact that he was addicted to the taste of Demyx's blood. Of course, his sire was the only person he'd ever fed off of so far, being too young to hunt yet. His appetite was startling for someone so small, and after a few more moments, the blonde squirmed again, lightly pulling upward on Sora's hair.

"Sora, that's…that's enough," Demyx gasped out, again trying to pull the brunette off of him without hurting him.

The boy made a soft sound of protest, but finally managed to draw away, licking his lips to catch any stray drops of blood. His blue eyes were bright, almost feverishly so, and his cheeks were flushed from the fresh blood. He looked so…beautiful and seductive right now, and Demyx groaned, pulling the brunette down to kiss him.

"I want you, Sora," he whimpered against the boy's lips, "I need you."

"Dem-" Sora started, then squeaked as the blonde rolled over, reversing their positions, "Dem-ow!"

His head had bashed into a leg of the end table that was set against the wall. Of course, that was actually part of the living room, but neither of them had paid any attention to exactly where they'd ended up after Demyx had fallen.

"Sorry," the blonde said, unable to stop a small giggle-he was still buzzed from his earlier meal.

Getting to his feet, he pulled the brunette up with him. The bedroom was too far away, and Demyx was too impatient, so they were lucky that they even made it to the couch. Leaning over Sora, he kissed the boy again, reaching blindly for the buttons on his vest. His lack of patience showed again when he accidentally ripped one of the buttons off, and Sora pulled back from the kiss enough to be able to speak.

"Hey! I like these clothes-and I'd like for them to stay intact," he complained. He'd seen Demyx get impatient like this on occasions before, and knew that his clothes were in danger-especially considering the blonde's inhuman strength.

"Then get them off, quickly," Demyx purred, nuzzling the side of Sora's neck.

He couldn't bite, he had to keep telling himself that-he'd never bitten Sora after the initial time, and he had to keep holding himself back. He simply didn't want to risk undoing his fledgling's feeding, so if he was going to bite, he had to be sure he didn't break the skin-he just had to manage to keep his fangs in.

Clothes were finally shed, Sora somehow managing to keep his intact-and Demyx's as well-and the blonde wasted no time, the heat of desire enveloping him too much to make him wait any longer. This was the other part of what he'd been waiting all evening for, and he was even more enraptured now than he had been earlier with feeding-Sora and before that with brown eyes-this was so much different, so much more intense. It was all consuming, drawing in every thought, every action.

He had always been a passionate person, before pouring it into his music and his band, when he'd been a musician. Now it showed in his every motion and touch. He had one hand tangled in Sora's hair, his face buried against the side of the boy's neck-so far holding on to his self control to not bite, though it was growing increasingly difficult. Each rock of his hips drew the most delicious noises of pleasure from the brunette, and Demyx drank them in like he wished he could drink Sora's blood. He held out for as long as he could, but then when the end came, he ended up biting down hard on the boy's shoulder-luckily keeping his fangs withdrawn-and the sound of Sora's cry of mingled pain and pleasure rang in his ears.

Afterwards as they lay together, Sora snuggled up in Demyx's arms, the blonde felt himself on the verge of nodding off, even though there were a few hours left before sunrise. It was no surprise though, really, taking into consideration that he wasn't used to this sort of thing happening nearly every night. Sure, he would hunt, and feed, and often spend time with his own sire, but he wasn't used to taking care of his fledgling yet. Sora was only a few weeks old, after all, and Demyx was still adjusting to this new routine.

Lifting his head a bit to see the brunette better, Demyx started to speak, until he saw that Sora was already asleep. "Sleep well," he murmured with a soft smile, kissing the boy on the cheek. Laying his head down again, he let his teal eyes slip shut, and stopped fighting off the urge to slumber.