Pairing: Katherine and Nogitsune Stiles

A Vampire and a Nogitsune

Stiles felt a pair of lips trailing over his neck sensually, and tilted his head to the side to give the mysterious woman more access. He could sense what she was, and the nogitsune in him grinned in anticipation for her supernatural kiss. Like she was reading his mind, she smoothly bit through his skin like it was butter and began to drink from him.

Stiles had no control of his movements once he felt fangs sink through his flesh. Everything was in his darker half's control, and this Stiles reached his hand to grab a thick chunk of curly brown hair at the base of the seductress' skull and yanked her further into him. He wanted to feel pain; he wanted to devour that pain; he wanted this vampire to truly let go and take what she wanted. He may have given off the air of a helpless victim, but in reality, it couldn't be further from the truth. If Stiles favored so, the vampire wouldn't have been able to get within ten feet of him.

The only reason this vampire got away with feeding off of him was because he wanted her to feed off him. He was too powerful to have it any other way.

Stiles loved the control he had over this vampire with the simplest of motions. With a sharp tug at her hair, she'd growl dangerously into his neck; when he gripped her neck to bring her impossibly closer, her fangs would dig a little deeper into his flesh—that delightful searing pain making it all the more tempting—and she'd release a satisfied hum; a tight squeeze of her thigh with his other hand would cause her to arch into him, her chest pressing tightly into his back.

Right before he could begin to get dizzy, Stiles sprang to life, breaking free of her deathly embrace and spinning around to face the dark beauty with a wicked smirk gracing his cheeks. He was met with a pair of hypnotic brown eyes that gazed at him in surprise before she managed to cover the emotion.

"What are you?" She demanded in a whisper between ragged breaths. Stiles disregarded her question in favor of scrutinizing every inch of the mysterious woman.

He wanted her name, but he could find that out later. He would find that out later.

Starting at her feet, he perused her person leisurely: black boots rose just below her knees, perhaps the tightest pair of black skinny jeans he'd ever seen adorned her legs, and a red tank top underneath a kickass leather jacket graced her figure. Her lapis lazuli necklace peeking out from underneath the red top caught his eye.

He sensed something off about it, but he set that thought aside for later.

Finally, he reached her face, bathed in an olive tone and glistening crimson smeared lips, with high cheek bones and dark eyes that watched him cautiously. She was beautiful.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Stiles chuckled darkly, nonchalantly lifting a hand to play with one of her dangling curls. He stepped forward, pushing the woman back until she was pressed against a wall, and even then, he didn't stop his advance. Stiles invaded the vampire's personal space, moving so close that her nose brushed against his chin, and their breaths intermingled as he looked down at her and she slightly up at him.

"Well you're certainly no human with strength like that. Definitely not a vampire," the vampire voiced breezily. She refused to show any intimidation towards the boy.

"Perceptive. I like that in a woman," Stiles agreed playfully.

"Werewolf, maybe." The woman smirked.

He dipped his head lower until his lips brushed her ear, "Try again." She couldn't contain the chill that flashed down her spine. The vampire couldn't decide if it was out of fear or something else. She pressed a manicured hand into his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart as she tried to lengthen the distance between them. He sent her a twisted quirk of his lips at the failed attempt.

"Witch," She said doubtfully. No, a witch didn't give off the aura that she could sense coming off of him. Witches were undeniable good, most of the time, and he was something dark and undeniably dangerous.

"I can't say I've heard that one before," Stiles drawled but shook his head all the same, "Some say that I'm quite the naughty fox." His eyes glinted morbidly and that shiver slithered down her spine once more. She bit her lip as she pondered his hint. After a couple more minutes of silence, Stiles finally broke it. "Nothing?" He sounded almost disappointed at her lack of imagination, but she shrugged it off with a quick roll of her eyes. Suddenly, his dark eyes lit up; it was comparable to a kid on Christmas morning. "Well don't I get a name? I give you my blood, you give me something in return," Stiles commented cheekily. "It's basic common courtesy."

The vampire continued to eye him wearily, "Katherine Pierce."

"Stiles Stilinski at your service, vampire," Stiles wiped his thumb across the open wound on his neck, leaving it stained crimson, and brought the thumb to Katherine's lips. The brunette sucked the offered thumb into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the pad, collecting more of the boy's essence on her tongue. "Do I taste good?" The fox grinned teasingly.

"Delicious," Katherine purred. He played a dangerous game, one that he beckoned her to join him in. In fact, these games were her specialty; she'd played them multiple times on many unsuspecting victims before he'd ever showed up in her life. She was an expert in the art; this boy wouldn't stand a chance. So, if he wanted a game, she sure as hell was going to give him one.

She'll give him the game of his life.

"Really? Mind if I have a taste?" Stiles didn't wait for an answer, choosing to lean forward and capture her bloodstained lips with his. He drew her lower lip into his mouth and bit down—hard. A startled moan was ripped from her throat as he drew her blood into his mouth and the trickster emitted a low hum at its rich taste. His tongue probed Katherine's mouth, exploring and tasting every millimeter of new territory.

"Delicious indeed," Stiles drew back, enjoying the quick rise and fall of her chest against his. He'd stunned her. Good.

"We're going to have so much fun together," Stiles smirked, showing Katherine once more the darkness that was hidden in his eyes. He leaned into her again, biting hard on her lower lip, all the while siphoning the pain he caused her, momentarily satiating that uncontrollable hunger for pain. Bewildered, Katherine remains hyperaware of the boy as she allows her hands to roam over his t-shirt and for his lips to slip to her neck. He was quick to leave a series of licks, kisses, and nips—sometimes just full on biting—on her flesh. But no matter how much he abused her neck, the deep bruises and the hickies disappeared all due to the effects of her vampire healing, much to the annoyance of Stiles.

Like a flip of a switch, Stiles pulled away and walked out of the alley.

"Where are you going?" Katherine called to him as he reached the mouth of the alley.

"Home," Stiles paused to look back at her, "but don't worry, I'll find you later, and perhaps then you could tell me your theories about what I am."

"Oh?" Katherine strides up to him, crossing her arms across her chest. "What makes you think you can find me?" Stiles only smiles at her, and there goes that shiver down her spine again.

"Katherine, Katherine, Katherine," Stiles tsked, "I'll always be able to find you." With that warning—promise? —ringing in her ears, he was gone.