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All Dogs Have Teeth

El3v3n

[This story is set 1000 years before "The Ostiary," and definitely after the other side story: "The Trouble with Trouble."

Warning: This story contains sexual themes (Citrus/lemon/lime/(sprite, ha), don't read if you don't like!]

All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Kazuki Takahashi.

The cold air nipped at Serenity's cheeks, leaving them rosy as she was led outside the building. As convenient as it was to blame, the night's wintery temperature wasn't the real reason her face pulsed with heat. As soon as they had cleared the door, Yami's hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against his warm and solid form in stride. It seemed as if he no longer cared for the charade where he pretended not to know her. After all, he had had no qualms spelling it out for others in the past, particularly toward those who he had deemed to be a little too friendly.

Serenity was his.

His steps were brisk in pace, so much so that she had trouble keeping up with his longer gait. She had an idea of why he was in such a hurry, and despite her fury with him she couldn't deny the thrill she felt just pondering it. There was no chance that the vampire was satisfied by their rendezvous in the alehouse, but he wasn't normally so impatient. He was nearly dragging her along beside him, and audibly grumbled when they had to pause upon reaching a crowd of people.

A bump against her shoulder prompted her to look up and find an apologetic smile from a young man who had tried to squeeze by. No sooner had she made eye contact did the stranger's expression change from friendly to one casked with terror as he nearly fell over himself to back away. The change in the atmosphere was palpable. Her skin pricked with a chill at the dark power that lashed out from her companion.

Yami stared down the retreating human, with poison in his gaze. The notorious vampire was powerful, and dangerous - a fact that was obvious even to those who weren't as magically gifted as she. She couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly he manipulated those around him. Just minutes before this, a woman had been desperate for his favor, which was in striking contrast to this man fleeing from him in panic.

It wasn't the first time it occurred to her that she couldn't really be certain of Yami's intentions. Despite having multiple opportunities, he hadn't ever caused her any physical harm. When her doubts persisted, he had even told her that he would protect and please her for as long as she would allow it. The subject had been broached ad nauseum, but it was still difficult for Serenity to accept. When he could so easily exploit others for his purposes, how could she trust that his feelings toward her were genuine? Maybe she was just a plaything to amuse himself with until she had served her purpose in locking Zorc Necrophades away. Her shoulders slumped at the thought, when a heavy sigh woke the fairy from her musings.

His eyes had returned to her, making her flinch upon seeing his expression swell with disapproval. The suffocating presence of his dark power returned to him, and she pulled in a deep breath, having not realized that she had been holding it. It was easy to forget herself in Yami's presence, his dark powers afforded him the ability to listen to her thoughts and he did so all the time.

"You are a difficult woman to impress, Serenity," he grumbled, but donned a half smile after a moment's contemplation. "Fortunately, I don't mind the challenge." He loomed over her, running his thumb across her bottom lip before capturing her chin between his fingers.

"I'll win you over, yet. Just give me time."

Her heart thundered in her chest, loud enough that she was sure he could hear. The fairy was shackled in his grasp and frozen in his gaze. After spending so much time together she imagined he wouldn't be able to affect her so, but the unspoken promises in his words rolled over her like a caress. His alluringly soft and deep voice could have coaxed her to follow this beautiful man anywhere. It was his eyes that betrayed his identity as a monster, but even as they blazed a demonic red against the night, she still couldn't find them anything but spellbinding.

The chatter of the dispersing crowd broke her trance, and she remembered yet again that she was still furious with him. His actions at least warranted an explanation, if not an apology. Accosting her in public - regardless of how pleasurable it had been - threatening people unnecessarily, and breaking into her private thoughts was not the path back to her good graces. He shifted to guide her back into steps, but stalled when she dug her heels against the cobblestone. Her nose crinkled when he looked at her again, and she felt the ire build in her chest when he dared to look amused.

"I'm happy to carry her Royal Majesty, if it suits her." A vision of him tossing her over his shoulder and carting her off had her ears turning red in embarrassment. Worst of all, he'd already done it before so she knew it was a possibility. Thinking better of her choice of protest, she began to walk and he fell alongside her with a more casual hold on her waist than before.

"Where are we going?" She demanded, "Ra said he would return tonight, shouldn't we meet him and the others?"

"That was the plan we agreed upon. The Cliffs of Haima aren't too far from here, but we can travel much faster once we leave this town and it's obnoxious residents behind." He answered without hesitation. His focus on the actual business they had that evening caught her off guard, again eliciting a wash of pink across her cheek bones. Of course he recognized the importance of their mission. She instantly felt childish for her prior reverie. While it was true he'd clearly broken his promise to her, there were more important issues to deal with at the moment.

"Where did you think we were going?" His question drew a sharp breath from her, and she looked to the ground.

"Unlike you, I can't break into people's thoughts so I have to ask questions." She snapped with a tone that even surprised herself. He chuckled.

"Fair enough, but that's still not an answer."

"You've been in my head all night. You already know the answer - you're just trying to tease me." She shot back, flicking her eyes to him with the most angry expression she could muster. Seemingly unmoved by her glare, he looked ahead, the simper on his lips suggesting that he was thoughtful about something he found entertaining. They walked silently for a few breaths, and Serenity turned away from him to notice that they were finally alone on a quiet side street. She hadn't really been paying attention to where they were going, but the four thousand-year-old vampire seemed to know where to find everything in this world. Even still, she was fairly certain they weren't headed in the right direction.

"Yami," she spoke, pausing to take a second look at the sky just to be sure.

"Serenity,' he rumbled, in kind. His voice lingered in the air, deep and thick. Serenity didn't completely understand the depth of his supernatural powers, but he was often able to convey so much to her with little communication. Just the way he spoke her name sent her pulse to race.

He found her name in his mouth to be absolutely delicious, and she was fully aware that wasn't the most intimate part of her he had ever tasted.

Her stomach tumbled when he paused beside her, feeling the weight of his gaze before she dared to look. His eyes were aflame with an emotion that hadn't been there earlier. Fierce and passionate, it felt private, as if he reserved it only for her. A breath trembled from her lips and she took a small step away from him. He let her go.

Within, her instincts waged a violent war. Her body yearned to be consumed by the man behind that look, remembering how indulgent it had been in the past, without exception. Yet her other sentiments roared back. Her desire for him was strong, but something small but potent clawed at her from inside. His entire presence was unsettling. He was the most dangerous man this world had ever known. A smart little fairy would run - fly away as fast as she could escape. His lips quirked with a smile, and he took a step forward. She stepped back.

"I realize you can't hear my thoughts, but there's no reason to remain perplexed by them. If you ever want to know them, just ask. I have nothing to hide." Her startled blues remained trained on his gaze. She took slow steps away from him, but he pressed on in calm pursuit.

"What are you thinking now?" She blurted out, desperate for anything to buy her a distraction, a moment to think. His smile grew, barbed with fangs and a wicked glee that could only belong to him.

"I was thinking of you, as I often am." Her back came in contact with the side of one of the buildings, and the fearsome predator stalking her paused an achingly short distance away. Her coat was thick, but she could still feel the heat of his fingertips as they captured her waist. She was acquainted with his touch, and her skin would never shake the memory.

His nose brushed with hers, and heat of his breath on her lips was testing her ever weakening resolve. He touched them briefly with his own, more of a tease than anything. It was his groan at her ear that made her knees wobble. She might have tumbled in a heap if it weren't for the wall and the monster who held her there.

"The details are a little obscene, but I'm happy to share those with you if you'd like," he whispered, pressing a kiss just below her ear. "As always, I would prefer to demonstrate what I've been thinking about doing for you." Serenity gasped when suddenly the wall behind her wasn't a wall at all, but a door that opened just long enough for Yami to push them both inside.

"To you." he growled against her lips. "With you."

She choked on her breath when he roughly deposited her on the foyer table, gasping when his searing kiss greeted her neck. Yami savagely tore at the front of her coat, ripping fabric and scattering buttons in his quest for her body. She had only a second to gather her wits when he leaned away to pull off the sleeves of her coat.

"Yami," she tried, but the words bubbled in her throat when his hands under her shirt was his reply. How could he do this - nearly unravel her with just the feel of his hot touch on her body? Her thoughts must have pleased him, because he shared a quiet little chuckle with her as he pushed the hem to the base of her breasts. Shakily, she gripped the fabric and pulled it down. She couldn't do much about him lingering in her head, but it certainly infuriated her.

"We need to talk," she croaked. He leaned in, making the table creak under the weight of his palms.

"You want to talk? Now?" His voice rasped. She watched his jaw work, his red eyes blazing like coals afire with lust. "Must we? I can think of more satisfying things I can do for you with my mouth."

"W-what?" She stuttered, her thoughts too scattered with fantasy to collect her thoughts. She jerked when his lips slithered into a smile, and parted to reply. "N-No" she interrupted, feeling like she might explode if he said what he was thinking out loud. "I-"

"Does it really matter to you?" He interrupted her in turn. Taking a step back, he led her off the table, paying her an indulgent smile when he caught her from tumbling on wobbly knees. The vampire was a difficult man to read, but his gaze transformed on her, as sincere as she had ever seen.

"Whatever the reason I thought it necessary to send your elven acquaintances to an early grave, does it change anything?" He continued, tilting his head as he regarded her. "If you don't approve, will you not want me?" Her heart thudded to a standstill, before roaring back to life.

"No," she replied, breathless, wondering why she hadn't needed to hesitate to consider it. She knew he was a monster, she'd always known, and she still wanted him more than she had ever desired anything. Perhaps it was something she should have been ashamed by, but in the moment, upon being asked to reflect on it, it truly held no bearing on her feelings.

"Then, can it wait?" She nodded, and he was clearly pleased, pressing a humming kiss to her lips as he lifted her. Without leaving her lips, he found the room she'd slept in, alone, at the break of day that morning.

Small, excited noises were escaping her when he deepened the kiss, pausing only to finally rid her of her shirt before he let her fall to the bed. He threw it away as if it were possible to be offended by a piece of fabric. His hot gaze raked over her body as he reached to rid her of her boots, reaching for the opening of her pants when she stopped him with another word.

"What about Ra and the others?" The thought fell out of her mouth. Coming out of his trance, he met her eyes and laughed quietly in a way that excited her, but also made her feel uncomfortable, and hotly so. He tossed her slacks away somewhere into the dimly lit room.

"I don't need all night to make you come, Serenity. They can wait." He ran his tongue over his teeth, staring at her underwear as if it were a silk ribbon standing between him and a gift he really wanted to open. A breath buckled in her lungs at that, partly because of his blunt answer, but also because she knew he was right.

A.N. Ok so I know this is short but I had this partially written chapter here and I'm still deciding how I'm going to post "MA" content on this site. I'm thinking I'll just do it and hope I don't get yelled at haha. I have a feeling Serenity may be annoying some people here but she's even more idealistic and sanctimonious in past than she is in "The Ostiary," where she's realized some things. She's for sure having issues with her feelings for Yami!

Please review if you want to read more! (I'm updating stories that get 10+ reviews)

Love,

El3