Disclaimer: I do not own Blood Plus, Saya and/or Haji (as well as any other characters related to the series/manga) and make no money from this work. (unfortunately) :p

One: I cannot seem to write for IN LOVE right now. Everything I've written has been crappy and I refused to post crappy writings. Perhaps it is one of those writer's block thing for this specific story; because in honest truth I really want to finish the story.

Two: I apologize for the delay of IN LOVE and I thank everyone for their patience.

Three: Haji is a sexy bastard (as was said by ms. GothicHime) and I can't stand it.

Inspiration: Ben's Brothers "Stutter" (kiss me again) song. I saw the video on YouTube and I HAD to write...The video is by Psychegloom.

A/N: On my Birthday I give you "STUTTER"...Enjoy!

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Stutter (kiss me again)

by: Ben's Brothers

It's been, it's been, it's been, it's been
su-su-such a long time, long time, long time
since anybody touched me, touched me, touched me
the way that you touch me
So if I stutter, stutter, stutter
and I feel so so so unsexy
so maybe I'll just keep my mouth shut at least until you kiss me

So kiss me again
Cause only you can stop this stut-stut-stut-stuttering
Kiss me again
And ease my su-su su-su su-su su-su-su suffering

I know I know
it's so it's so sy-sy-sy-sy-symbolic of everything
Everything that's wrong with me and you
So tell me what I'm supposed to do
Oh it's been ages since we've been really honest
but I can make ch-ch-ch-changes if you really want this

So kiss me again
Cause only you can stop this stut-stut-stut-stuttering
Kiss me again
And ease my su-su su-su su-su su-su-su suffering

Kiss me again
Cause only you can stop this stut-stut-stut-stut-stuttering
Kiss me again
And ease my su-su su-su su-su su-su-su suffering

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Stutter (Part I)

Immortality is a double-edged sword. Especially when the woman he loves is in his life far and few in between.

Saya...Haji whispered her name within his heart.

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It had been a decade since he'd last seen his love in person. A decade without sleep and aimlessly wandering the world as he waited for her felt like an eternity.

Torture.

Each place he visited visions of bringing her there and seeing her smile gave him courage to live on another day, because when that one day comes, the day where she would wake up and he could make his dreams a reality.

It was his wish.

He could only hope that it would be what she wished for as well. A wish he would gladly fulfill.

Haji would come back often to visit her during her slumber. Encased in a cocoon he could not see what she looked like while she slept and dream. But he was able to feel the beating of her heart. After all, her blood ran through his being. It was what kept him alive through the centuries. True, she was his 'Queen' but his love and allegiance to her wasn't because she was his Queen, but rather, because his heart had loved her from the very moment he set eyes on her.

He smiled at the memory.

Haji settled with ease next to the cocoon, his hand running lightly across the fibers that encased her body - it was the only way for him to touch her; and it was enough to satisfy him – he daren't ask for more.

His slender fingers ran from top to bottom, mind envisioning her - his Queen, the love of his life - so beautiful; with a sweet face, glowing pink as she slept peacefully. Then laying his palm flat against the cocoon Haji closed his eyes.

In his mind, she laid upon a bed surrounded by garlands of flowers of orchids and lilies. Time stood still while he stood gazing at her face, so full of serenity, so beautiful; but most of all she had a lovely face that was pure.

It was that gentle face that he felt sprung his heart a love he never thought he could feel. A love that most people searched for and never find. A love for him to treasure for all eternity. She was his to treasure to the end of time.

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Sleep is a solace to all mortals. To some it was natural; a repeated process to wake up refreshed and face the daily challenges of life. To some it was so elusive, when the mind quiets and eyelids are tightened it is a gift, a blessing. Did that mean that it was a blessing for her - to be forced into slumber as the world slip on by - or was it a curse to miss all the joys, and excitements of her loved ones while she slept on, powerless to overcome the urge? Enduring the loss of the people she love because she was as close to an immortal as one could hope to be.

If so, immortality is a double-edged sword. A craving most humans hoped to achieve but have no idea of the agony it could bring. How she longed to be like them, while they yearned to be like her. Yet, Saya, a chiropteran queen could not choose her fate. She was destined to be dragged into a long slumber as Earth rotates around its sun and time ticked on.

Essentially her heart slowed in its rhythm, splash of colors danced behind her eyes. A field of green and rainbows flourished under a bright sun. Saya flung her arms open wide as she ran across the field, dancing and whirling beneath the warm rays. A butterfly flew next to her, following her every move, at times leading her to a nostalgic beat of its wings.

This butterfly – who seemed so familiar to her – flew from beneath her toes, twirling around her legs, wrapping itself in a dance circling her body, until she threw her hands straight up to the sky and it landed on the tip of her fingertips.

It kissed her.

She felt the tiniest of lips upon her skin and stirred something deep within her soul that she didn't understand. This same butterfly would come and dance with her over and over again, until her sleep was no longer heavy. Until the beating of her heart sped up and her lids began to flutter as it searched for sunshine.

Light dim and unfamiliar crept behind her lids and she stirred. Saya had woken up to the tune of his cello...her hand reaching through the cocoon to find him. Her slumber had wiped away most of her memories, but the one memory that never fade was the memory of him.

Of her chevalier.

Of her true love.

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His fingers were dragging the bow across the strings of its long sleek neck, coaxing a familiar tune from the belly of the instrument. The wind whispered by his ear, fluttering the few strands of hair that laid beside his face. Haji continued to caress the apparatus making her sing a tune long ago remembered.

When he, yet drew his hand back for a repeat, there was a chill that ran straight down his spine. This time, Haji left his wooden lady companion lying carelessly on the ground as he ran into the tomb.

Do my eyes betray me? His mind asked soaking in the sight of her sprawled on the floor, her hair had reached her waist, draping carelessly across her naked body. Slowly she lifted her head, eyelids drew themselves upwards and their eyes met – the ground seemed to spin out of control beneath their bodies. Haji couldn't believe what was bestowed upon his sight. His love, his Queen, his life had woken up decades earlier than anticipated.

Elated, but not without worry – especially after what had happened the last time she had woken up early – Haji walked toward his love. A dagger in his left hand, Haji used it to slash his right palm drawing blood. Saya had risen and it was time for her to feed...

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Haji had just returned from a recent trip to the grocery store buying enough food to feed a whole army when in reality it was just for her. His first instinct was to go check and make sure that she was doing alright in his absence. He noticed that she had gotten out of her bed and standing at the window looking outside into the evening skylights.

"Saya," his monotonous voice drew her attention from the clouds passing by the bright moon.

"Haji!" She smiled at him. Saya took a step toward him, to be closer to him. Weak from an early awakening her knee gave out on her and she began to fall forward.

Saya smiled again looking into the eyes of her chevalier – her devoted One. He'd never let her fall. Elation of his survival had never left her mind or body and she held tightly onto him, basking in the warm sensation of being in his arms once more.

"Saya," the way her name rolled off his tongue made her skin rippled. "You must rest." Her ever faithful chevalier helped her steady herself, but her hands were still gripping his shirt almost as if she were in fear – if she let go, would he vanish into thin air?

Saya looked at him, her eyes were pleading, needing him. She needed to know that he was real. To be certain what transpired was real, because her love for him was so strong, the thought of not having him by her side was incomprehensible.

"You must feed," his voice lured her back to the current state. There seem to be no emotion in his voice as one hand removed from her body and pulled the collar of his shirt down. There was hunger in her eyes as they fixed on the vein throbbing beneath the soft flesh.

It was then that she finally removed her hands from his forearm. Saya's fingers fanned opened, right hand caressing along the arc of his neck, with her left going the opposite direction. Delicate fingers framed a tiny part of his perfect body before her eyes. She watched in a trance as the vein throbbed. A slow-like motion pulsing up and down, as his heart pumped blood through its vessels – calling to her natural survival needs that dwelled inside her.

Saya's fangs came out, and Haji drew in a breath of anticipation. There was an ecstasy when she fed upon him; something he could not explain. Such a powerful sensation to know it was he who could give her full life – and only he. Haji braced himself to remain calm – to be unfazed by such a wonderful treat; but she didn't bite.

Saya kept staring at the pulse. It beat almost in perfect tune with the ticking of the clock against the wall.

Her fingers ran across his skin, featherlight and it was all he could do not to react. His own fangs protruded and bit down on his tongue to keep himself stable.

What is she doing? Haji had to wonder. But the early rise had probably drained his Queen much of her normal behavior. After all, her sleep often erase much of her memories – making things seem like new again. As flowers and plants would spring to life once more, after the winter snow have melted away.

Saya traced his neck from the bottom of his ear down to where his neck and shoulder met, with the tip of her nail.

Oh Goddddd,Haji groaned silently, his stomach had turned into knots.

It had been so long since he felt her touch – a craving he'd been denied for a whole decade – and the mere brushing of her fingers caused a dramatic reaction in him. But she had never touched him like this before. She wasn't looking at him as a meal before her, the way she touched him were soft, tender, caresses, igniting jolts of electricity between her fingers and his skin. It was a touch that was utterly forbidden.

It drove him mad.

Haji visibly drew in a sharp breath and held it.

A feeling of ease swept over him when he saw her head inched toward his neck. Good, she will feed after all. His relief was short-lived when – instead of biting into him, Saya's lips fell on his skin with a gentle kiss; his eyes widened in complete shock.

She kissed him, there – where the pulse beat the loudest. Hot and soothing from the blood being pumped through the small vein.

"S-s-s..." For the first time ever Haji felt his knees tremble and his tongue refusing to cooperate. "S-s-saya," he finally managed. "You need to feed." He feigned indifference to her touch, trying to be very blasé about it, putting forth his duties – her well being; separating from his personal desires – to return her touch with all the desires buried within.

"Shhhhh...Haji," she quiet him with a voice that was barely above a whisper. Haji stood frozen unsure of what to do.

Oh Saya, you know not what you do to me...

For years; no – centuries – he'd dreamt of her - wanted her, needed her, but he never satisfy his own desires. Her wishes were his to fulfill – and he did so with great pleasure. Even when he started to grow into a young man; his eyes seeing Saya as a beautiful woman for the first time, he never strayed from her wishes to suit himself. He kept the images of kissing her, caressing her, loving her in a passionate erotic ways that a man loves a woman, all to himself.

And for centuries Haji had suffered in 'content' silence. Yet now, the way she touched him...her delicate fingers against his needy flesh. How he loves the way she touched him! He was helpless to react the way he truly wanted. Somehow, it felt ...wrong...it would feel as though he was taking 'advantage' of her weak situation.

Saya raised her eyes to look at him, the back of her hand sweeping softly on his face from forehead to chin. When he refused to look at her, she turned her hand over and nudge his chin, coaxing him to look at her straight in the eyes. She saw his half-lidded eyes barely masked the longing desires and hunger burning deep inside him.

Saya's other hand gripped his shoulder for support as she tip-toed to caress her lips along his'. Gently Saya pressed forward so their lips came together. The softness of the kiss was heaven, perfection. But they did not move. He simply held her, his lips pressed to hers in a kiss that was almost virginal in its purity.

She's not herself. She doesn't know what she's doing; nor what she truly wants. His chevalier conscience reasoned to his lust-filled self.

"Ple-pl-," Haji had never felt so embarrassed in his life! What the hell was wrong with him? God, he wanted to rip his tongue out and trade in for a new one. He wished he didn't need to speak, but the obligation of making sure she regains her strength forced him to continue to urge her into feeding. Haji did everything he could to keep his self-control, clenching his jaw so firmly its muscles ached.

"P-p-please Saya," he looked at her worriedly. She doesn't know what she's doing...the chevalier within him kept chanting.

Haji's emotions were in chaos, raging from excitement to fear and uncertainty. Gently he moved her and put her at arms length, to search the true desires within her eyes. His conscience so wanted her to be healthy – but the man, the beast inside of him wanted something else. He knew she had just woken up and still very weak, but at the moment it felt as though he was the weaker of the two.

Haji's eyes captured hers in a beseeching stare and when all he could see in her eyes were desires, and yearning, he tried not to look at her for too long, because he was on the brink of loosing all self-control.

Tried as he willed himself, it was an impossible task, he became a prisoner of her captivating eyes...those red irises that seemed to glow and burned with a desire he had never seen before...he would do whatever she wanted. Haji was so lost in them now, more so than ever before, because of the flicker of garnet red that hinted passion and compassion; an underline understanding of the emotional battle he felt inside.

Did she understand what he was going through? What he'd been going through for countless years? Does she understand my predicament? Or is she in a daze? Still, Haji could not separate the answers fluctuating between lust and duty.

"Kiss me again, Haji," Saya pleaded.

"K-k-k-kiss...y-y-you..?" Haji managed. "Saya, y-yo-you don't know what you are asking of me."

"Yes. Yes, I do know, Haji. Kiss me...please," her voice was not of a weakening Queen, but of a woman pleading in great fervor as her hands fisted into his shirt for support. Can't we stop pretending Haji? Can't we just be ourselves? It was your song that woke me up...you were calling me, I know you need me as I need you so.

She wanted their afflictions to end. His suffering to end.

He had told her once that he loves her and she reciprocated that love. There was no need for them to hold back any longer! Acting under the pretense of formalities and pushing all their true passions for each other aside – kept hidden under lock and key. It was his song that woke her up much earlier than she would have and Saya wanted him to know that deep down inside, they were the same and they wanted and desired each other. She didn't want to keep waiting, she just wanted their love to bond deeper than it had over the centuries – the time for them to become one on a physical level has been long overdue.

Haji stared at her. Everything froze except his breathing and heartbeat, both of which picked up at an alarming pace.

She noticed his penetrating dark eyes, lightened by disturbing emerald flecks, were shrewdly and curiously, analyzing her every gesture and intent so she silenced those eyes with another kiss. With great reluctance, he broke the kiss, leaning her away from his body.

"Saya," Haji caressed her soft cheek with the back of his hand, watching the flickering of disappointment in her eyes.

In the deep recess of his mind, Haji wanted to let loose the beast in him that had been lurking over the centuries for her. The one that wanted to take her and ravage her! Ending the long years of longing and thirst.

Nevertheless, he was a man of control and he did just that. He didn't want to hurt her – he had to be mindful and gentle. By doing so, he only pulled her close.

Refused to be denied, Saya once again pressed her lips against his. She will not be denied! Saya was victorious when he relented and took her mouth with his. Haji caressed her lips with his tongue where she swiftly granted him access and they shared their soft wet flesh in a deep, passionate dance.

It wasn't just the fact that her body was weak from lack of nutrients. In this case it was by virtue of her being so overwhelmed by the passion, the tenderness of his kiss, she would have swayed and swooned, if he hadn't been holding her so tight to him.

Haji broke off the kiss for her to draw breath. He pulled her immediately tighter into him. His arousal was evident and he made no attempt to hide it. He wanted her to know what she did to him - to his body, to his self-control or loss of it.

His chin resting near her neck, his breath exhaling on her skin danced erotically toward her ear when he whispered her name one more. "Saya," his voice so deep and rich setting off a flutter of butterflies in her stomach.

Haji ran the tip of his nose softly down the side of her neck and across her bare shoulder, simply breathing her in. Saya felt little pins and needles pricking her skin from the tip of her head to the bottom of her toes. Her body burned. She wrapped her arms around him even tighter, lacing them so that she could keep him locked in her embrace.

"Haji," her voice was soft, almost quivering.

"Yes, Saya," he kissed the top of her head, trying to soothe the uneasiness he detected in her tone.

"Haji, I was so scared. That day...that day, at the Metropolitan Opera House, I saw...I saw.." She began to hold him impossibly tighter. "Amshel...and then the building...I thought," Saya pulled back so that she could see his face to prove once again, that he was real. "I thought I would never see you again..." Her eyes began to brim with loving tears.

The memories of that day brought about pain and the idea of not having him in her life made it impossible for her to breathe. Her whole body was caught in the grip of a tension of despair so encompassing that she couldn't move.

She felt so lost without him. On that day, the bottom could not have dropped out of her world more accursedly if she had been thrown from the top of the Empire State Building.

Haji was silent as he listened to her. She had never been so honest and open with her feelings before. Saya, his Saya had always tried to keep everything inside. Carrying her burdens on her shoulders - alone. Afraid to allow anyone to know of her true feelings. So he couldn't help but smiled inside at her admission.

"Haji?"

"Y-yes, Saya...?" He watched the look of anguished darkening Saya's eyes.

"Don't ever do that again. Don't ever leave me." She was full-on crying now.

"Shhh...I would never leave you, Saya." Haji's shaky hand reached to stroke her hair and let her cry. It was the first time that he felt okay to let her cry. He smiled again and hummed his happiness into her ear.

Saya pushed her palms against his chest, blinking the tears away as her true feelings revealed. "Because Haji," her eyes beseeched his'. "I-I need you in my life. I need you next to me. Haji, I-I-I need you to breathe – to live. Be honest to yourself Haji, and I will grant you your heart's desires."

Overcome by emotion, Haji let loose his restraint, pressed his lips hard onto her, kissing her again and again. Each kiss slow and reverent, but powerful and concupiscent. His mouth was open so that she breathed his breath, and he breathed hers. His kiss so strong and passionate it made her forget her name for a second.

The noise of the world surrounding them faded into a muffled lull as the kiss deepened into something powerful, erotic and heady...