Welcome to the Dirty Secrets Series. These stories are rated M, so please do not read if you are not the proper age, as they contain graphic content.
This short series is set in the exact same Night World, except I'd imagine some of the younger characters to be a little, well, older. Old enough for the content of these stories, anyways. The series is written in short stories, each featuring another Soulmate pairing, and another dirty secret.

Please enjoy.
After all, everybody's got a few dirty little secrets.

"I wondered where you took off to after training. Sore?" Quinn asked, walking into the room he shared with his soulmate, Rashel. She was sitting on the bed, rubbing her sore calves after a long day of training. She nodded, "I know three hours is a walk in the park for you vampires, but how about we let the human rest for awhile?" Quinn laughed softly at her tone, and he slid onto the bed behind her, rubbing her shoulders. She sighed, bad mood evaporating as she let her back sink into his chest, closing her eyes. They had trained hard that day - Things were heating up everywhere, and they had to be ready. The fighting arm of Circle Daybreak was small, so they had to be able to make up for it. Jez and Morgead were machines - they could train all day, and not bat an eye about it. Keller had great stamina, and being able to change her shape greatly increased her force of attack. Unfortunately for Rashel, she was the only full-human training with them. He continued to rub her shoulders for awhile, mulling over how hard she worked to keep up with them. Wanting to entice a better mood, he said, "So, your telling me we're working you too hard? If you can't keep up..." This made her shoot back up, and she shot him a glare over her shoulder.

"I can keep up just fine," she grumbled, walking over to their mini-fridge. She rummaged through it for a second, turning only to toss him a bag of donated blood. Thierry insisted this was how the Daybreakers all fed, and Rashel hid a smirk as she felt Quinn's disgust at the little bag. She heard the top rip open, and didn't turn to watch as he fed. She grabbed a large bar of chocolate, returning to the bed once she heard the bag hit the garbage can, across the room.

"All fed up?" She asked, in a wry voice. He glowered at her, "Those bags are a joke." She laughed, and sat next to him again, breaking off a piece of her chocolate bar. As she bit into it, she frowned, asking, "When was the last time you had chocolate?"

"Chocolate?" Quinn replied, wrinkling his nose, "We didn't have that around when I was human. So never."

"You've never had chocolate?" Rashel asked, shocked. She looked down at the bar, and broke off a piece, "Here."

"No way." Quinn said, shooting back out of reach, "Gross." She snorted, "This is definitely not gross."

"Yes, it is. And its not good for you," he retorted. She merely smiled, "Your not good for me, but here I am. Consider this my other vice." He eyed the bar warily as he shifted back towards her, and said, "Well, what does it taste like, then?"

"Curious?" Rashel teased. She could see that his fangs were still slightly protruding from feeding moments ago, and through their link she could sense that he was still hungry. A moment of inspiration hit, and she lowered her voice, mumbling, "I'll tell you what. You agree to try the chocolate, and I promise I'll make you love it."

"How are you going to do that?" Quinn asked skeptically, leaning back against the headboard. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and she moved to kneel between them, surprising him. She brushed her lips against his softly, and kept him blocked from her thoughts as she reached for the knife she kept in her jeans pocket. She deepened the kiss, running her hand down his chest as his arms came around her, pulling her against him. Keeping him thoroughly distracted, she took the knife, and made a quick slice down the palm of her hand.

Instantly, Quinn's entire body froze. His eyes had snapped open in shock, his nose flaring slightly as he smelled the sweet scent of her blood. Weeks of living off cold, stale blood had made him crave Rashel's the moment he realized what she did. In a tight, barely-controlled voice, he whispered, "What are you doing?" Without removing her eyes from his, she squeezed her bleeding hand around a piece of chocolate, melting it so that it mixed with her blood. She pulled her hand around, and watched him tense, trying to control his most basic urges.

"I told you I would make you love it," she whispered, voice heavy as she brought her hand up to his lips. He didn't breathe now - her blood was inches away from his lips, and he couldn't resist much longer. She threaded the fingers of her clean hand through his hair, straddling his hips to get closer, whispering, "John." The rare use of his first name made something inside him snap, and through their link Rashel could feel his resolve crumbling. His tongue darted out, licking a tiny path across the length of her palm. He shuddered, a low groan sounding as he did it agian, faster this time. Rashel put her hand up to his mouth, and something seemed to overtake him. His lips clamped onto her cut, drawing the sweet bloody chocolate into his mouth. She let out a low moan, hips moving slightly against his. He was holding her hand against his mouth now - she could feel the twin pricks of his sharp teeth as he drew her into him, relishing the taste of warm blood. The pull was too much, and she lowered her lips to his neck, fingers working at the clasp of his pants. Keeping one hand still on hers against his mouth, he used his other to help her, not taking the time to undo hers but rather ripping them aside. In one swift movement, he thrust inside her, making her head fall back in pleasure. Yes, he decided, with his last coherent thought. He definitely loved chocolate.