A/N: Aaand here's the promised citrus. :D Don't read this chapter if you don't like male/male. For those who have also read my Kaname x Zero stories, it's worth mentioning that this story will be of a slightly different nature. For Kaname and Zero, getting them to admit that they cared about each other could take practically a whole story and involve lots of angst. For Takuma and Senri, that's not their problem. They're comfortable with their mutual attraction and have had much more of a 'normal' relationship to this point. So the interest and angst for them is not so much in how they get together, but rather in whether or not they can stay together and deal with that which life will soon be throwing at them. :)

Chapter Three: "Complete Me"

Senri smiled softly as he entered his room and found Takuma curled up on his bed, fast asleep. His lover must have dozed off waiting for him. He felt a bit guilty. It had taken an inordinately long time for him to get his mother settled down enough that he could slip away. It was like trying to get a child down for a nap, as soon as he'd try to leave, she'd start to fuss. Usually he just curled up and slept with her after she drank from him, but usually there wasn't anyone else in the house he wanted to get back to.

Senri closed the door behind him and walked quietly across to the bed, letting his gaze take Takuma's sleeping form. The young aristocrat was lying on his side, head pillowed on his arm, his silky, pale blond hair contrasting with the darker color of the bedspread beneath. Senri ran his fingers through the short, soft strands, his smile deepening a bit. Takuma looked so innocent like this. Senri knew his lover was capable of being quite devilish at times... delightful times... but just at the moment he looked like a sleeping angel.

Senri's body was aching with the feelings stirred up by having his blood drawn, but looking at Takuma, he found that the ache in his heart was deeper. It wasn't painful though, not exactly. It was a warm ache – a strange, throbbing fullness that invaded his chest and made it hard to breathe. Maybe it was love. He wasn't sure, and for Takuma's sake he hesitated to make that assertion too lightly, but at the same time... being home like this was making him suddenly realize that if it was love, he didn't want to discover that only after it was gone.

Takuma stirred, the beautiful green eyes blinking open, a contented smile spreading across his face as he found himself looking up at Shiki. "Oh... sorry, I dozed off." He yawned and stretched, lithe and graceful and totally ignorant of his own appeal as he rolled onto his back.

Takuma's tousled hair as he turned his head up to look at Senri and the delightful semi-sleepiness in his eyes mixed with that enticingly innocent smile was too much and the younger vampire almost visibly shuddered. He was so worked up... and Takuma was irresistible.

A moment later Senri had slid onto the bed on his knees, straddling Takuma's hips, hands resting on either side of his lover's head as he leaned down and brushed a light, but intimate kiss against the other vampire's surprised lips.

"No, I'm sorry..." he murmured, one hand now traveling worshipfully but hungrily along Takuma's side, pushing up his sweater and feeling the familiar planes of muscle beneath. "I'm a horrible host, leaving you alone like that. And now, I should be offering you something refreshing after the trip, but all I want to do is devour you..." he groaned softly, heatedly, his hips rolling with slow, purposeful intention against Takuma's as their kiss deepened.

Takuma dragged in a shaky breath. He was still waking up and caught off guard by Senri's sudden, albeit delightful, advances. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with his body, but his hands were already tangling in Senri's hair and his hips rose to meet his lover's, his pulse quickening as he felt the obvious evidence of his lover's desire. He could certainly get used to this kind of wakeup call.

"Mmm... I'll take you for my refreshment any day..." Takuma murmured back, tugging at the hem of Senri's shirt, pulling it free from his pants and letting his fingertips play across his lover's warm, taut stomach. Senri shivered at the touch and he quickly grabbed the ends of his now un-tucked shirt, dragging it off over his head and tossing it aside on the bed.

Takuma's hands quickly found the newly exposed planes flesh, caressing Senri's chest and shoulders fervently as he admired the view before tugging him back down close and trailing kisses along the young model's jaw and down his throat. Senri gasped and jerked, grinding his body down harder against Takuma when his lover's lips trailed across his bite area. Takuma started to nibble and tease and Senri whimpered, fairly writhing against the other's body.

Takuma was delighted at finding the younger boy's neck so unusually sensitive and lavished it with even more attention, sucking, licking and lightly biting with blunt teeth.

To both their surprise, Senri almost screamed, his body jerking spasmodically, hips pressing pleadingly against Takuma. Senri couldn't think while his lover was doing that. His neck was outwardly healed from Midori's recent bite, but it was still incredibly sensitive, and all the aroused endorphins were still swirling through his system. Being touched like this by his lover was way too much stimulation and Senri thought he might go mad, he was so intensely aroused.

Senri was almost limp against Takuma now, humping against him with soft, whimpering gasps and moans as the other worked his neck. His near helplessness somehow managed to be incredibly seductive.

Takuma knew Senri fairly well by now. He knew that sometimes life just seemed like too much for the darker haired boy. Some days Senri really couldn't get his own buttons done right or found it too much work to eat unless someone filled his plate for him. And sometimes if he was really worked up in bed, he seemed to not be able to both feel and function at the same time. These issues probably would have annoyed the hell out of some people, but the truth was, Takuma found it all rather endearing. He liked to take care of people. He felt good when he felt needed. And Senri always seemed to need a lot. It was part of what made them such a good match.

Takuma felt a deep thrill of heat at Senri's delirious, sensual helplessness, adoring that his touch could do that to the one he loved. He rolled Senri onto his back, lying atop him and laying fervent kisses across his chest and down his stomach. Takuma undid Senri's pants and pushed them down his hips, freeing his lover's painfully hard body. Senri groaned loudly, head tossing on the bed as Takuma caught his throbbing, weeping flesh in his fist. Takuma could feel his lover's pulse pounding hot and hard within his grip and he knew the other vampire was very close already. He was a little amazed how fast Senri had gotten worked up, but it was delightful when he was so needy. Takuma didn't stroke him because he didn't want to put Senri over too swiftly, but he held him firmly as he leaned back across the other's body and started kissing his neck again. Senri really seemed to like that today and Takuma wanted to pleasure him.

Senri's whole body was flushed with heat and he trembled uncontrollably as Takuma's fist firmly squeezed his aching need and those devastatingly wonderful lips moved back to his neck. He obviously desperately wanted Takuma to move, to push him just a little bit harder. That was all it would take to put him over the edge right now, and Senri's body was begging. But the younger vampire didn't push. He writhed and squirmed in bliss, but he didn't buck into Takuma's hand or try to change what he was doing. He never did when he was lost like this. He needed desperately, but it was all up to Takuma to give, because Senri either could not, or would not do anything for himself when he was in this particular state.

Takuma did not like to think how vulnerable that could make Senri if he was with someone inclined to cruelty, yet at the same time it was rather appealing too because he could do anything he wanted. Inevitably, of course, what he wanted was to please his lover utterly.

Takuma nibbled Senri's neck and felt him twitch and jerk in his hand. With a shuddering breath against his lover's moist skin, Takuma sucked on the warm neck insistently, seductively mimicking the act of drawing blood without actually breaking the skin or doing so.

Senri's mouth fell open in a silent scream and his back arched. He was about to lose it, but Takuma gripped him tighter, fingers sliding down to squeeze the base of his shaft, forcing Senri's body to wait. Senri's eyes clenched shut and his whole frame shook, he moaned desperately, breathless, begging, sobbing his lover's name in a paroxysm of extended, unbearable delight.

Takuma continued to suck his neck mercilessly until Shiki really was screaming, although he had the back of his hand jammed firmly into his mouth, making the sounds more dull and muffled since he didn't want anyone to hear. Then suddenly, Takuma's hand was moving, pumping Senri in long, powerful strokes.

The younger vampire lost it almost instantly. His body tensed and shook as he climaxed, warmth spilling across his stomach and Takuma's hand as every muscle in his being seemed to burn with pleasurable fire.

Senri's body went limp as the shivers of ecstasy played out. He was physically dizzy from the strength of his release and he felt both light and leaden at the same time. Takuma smiled adoringly at him, licking his neck slowly now. His fingertips skated lightly through the sticky slickness on Senri's flat stomach, drawing undecipherable patterns of pleasure on his flushed skin that made Senri's already wildly pounding pulse catch and skip.

"Feel better?" Takuma asked with an adoring, if amused smile as he gazed down at his beloved. Senri nodded slowly, his breath seeming to come easier now, his body relaxing for almost the first time since they'd entered the house.

"Yeah..." he murmured in a contentedly lazy tone. "Much."

Takuma continued to smile, rubbing his still clothed body slowly against Senri's thigh. He was pretty aroused by now too, but he was enjoying his lover's pleasure.

He kissed Senri's neck one more time, loving the taste and the feel of it. When he'd first started kissing, Senri had smelled like Midori, but she'd been clinging and crying all over him, so that was to be expected. Senri only smelled like Takuma now, which for some reason pleased Takuma more than he realized.

"Everything okay with your mother?" Takuma inquired with genuine concern, remembering belatedly that he had yet to ask. "I really hope my presence didn't upset her too much."

Senri tensed slightly at the mention of his mother. He'd washed his neck before coming back, but he knew her smell was probably still all over him. "She's fine. I told you, it wasn't you at all, she just has... moods." Senri's tone was dismissive. He rolled out from under Takuma and sat up. Takuma rolled onto one elbow as his lover pulled away, his green gaze still a little concerned as it followed the other vampire. For some mysterious reason, he felt like Senri wasn't telling him the truth, and he feared his lover just didn't want him to know that he was disrupting the rhythm of the household by having forced himself on them.

"Senri," he murmured softly. "I'm sorry, I know you didn't want me to..."

Senri leaned forward, easily flipping Takuma back onto his back and cutting him off. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to see those handsome green eyes looking concerned and guilty when it was Senri who should be feeling guilty, when it was he who should be ashamed for hiding his dark secrets from his lover and then shamelessly using him for relief. Takuma never used him. He deserved so much better. But Senri didn't know how to be any better, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Forget it," Senri murmured, pushing Takuma's sweater up to his chest and settling between the blonde's legs so he could kiss and lick the exposed skin. "I do want you here, Teku. I hate being away from you..." he whispered softly, almost plaintively as he kissed and teased his lover's navel, swirling the tip of his tongue down inside in a way that he knew drove Takuma crazy.

Takuma was relieved to hear that. He inhaled softly at his lover's ministrations, his skin starting to flush a bit with pleasure. Senri had already undone Takuma's slacks without him realizing, and he was now dragging them smoothly down the older vampire's slender hips. Takuma leaned up on his elbows, his cheeks flushing and his breath starting to be audible between parted lips. Senri hadn't bothered to adjust his own clothing (or lack thereof) at all, and his jeans were now bunched around his knees, leaving him pretty much completely exposed to Takuma's hungry, adoring gaze. There was something kind of hot about his partial state of dress, as if he just really couldn't be bothered to waste the time to even finish undressing because that was too much time spent not touching his lover. Knowing Senri, that probably was actually the case, too.

Takuma admired the sinewy lines of Senri's naked back as he moved, and the way his backside bobbed seductively as he dragged his lover's slacks down to his thighs and bent over him, nuzzling Takuma's growing stiffness, kissing and licking languidly up and down its length.

"Mmm," Takuma murmured in pleasure and encouragement as Senri flicked his tongue against a particularly sensitive spot. Senri smiled, sucking and nibbling before he slid higher up and started kissing Takuma's stomach again. The fingers of one hand continued to lightly tease his lover's arousal while his other hand slid up higher. His nails sharpening, Senri dragged his middle finger in a slow, deliberate line across Takuma's flat abdomen, creating a two - three inch cut a little to the left of his navel. Mesmerizing crimson welled along the length of the line, forming perfect little beads in places.

Takuma stiffened, in more ways than one, his long fingers tightening in the bed clothes as he continued to lean on his elbows, watching Senri. His body thrilled at the intimate sting of the shallow cut and he hissed softly in pleasure as his lover's hot mouth latched onto it. Senri licked and sucked on the small wound, lapping up Takuma's blood and lavishing the scratch with his tongue until it had healed closed.

With sensual deliberation, Senri drew his nail across the other side of Takuma's stomach, pressing a little harder this time, cutting just a little deeper. Takuma inhaled sharply with a small shudder, pleasure humming through his body with growing intensity. He loved this. It was so intimate, as close to blood sharing as he and Senri yet allowed themselves, and Senri was so incredibly good at it. He knew how to play Takuma's body just right - how to start slow, and let the other vampire's endorphins kick in before gradually pushing harder and harder, intrinsically in tune with his lover's rapidly growing desire.

Again, Senri's lips sealed over the cut, tongue worrying the broken flesh, teeth grazing the skin teasingly, flirting heavily with temptation. Takuma's blood tasted so good... it was the most delicious thing he had ever had. Takuma was a very powerful vampire but his blood was made even sweeter by the fact that Senri cared about him so much. It was hard though... hard to resist the strong urge to give into temptation and simply sink his fangs into Takuma when he was indulging in his blood like this. He wanted to truly drink of his lover, to let his fangs penetrate the perfect, pale skin and draw Takuma's essence in as if he were the very air that Senri needed to live.

He could. So easily, he could. Neither of them had taken that step yet. If he bit Takuma now... then the die would be cast. And he could bite him again, whenever he wanted to. Senri wanted to very badly. He wanted to bite Takuma and claim him, wanted to make sure that it was him that Takuma was feeling drawn to, his bite that Takuma remembered, not... not someone else's. Takuma's blood was already in his mouth, engaging every vampire instinct that Senri had and it was so tempting. So very, very tempting... but he resisted. Because he cared about Takuma far too much and didn't want to make him hurt or angry. If he bit his lover, then he was essentially denying Takuma the ability to ever do so to him. It would be incredibly selfish to just do it without even consulting him first. Takuma had had plenty of opportunities to do the same to him, and hadn't taken them. Right now, they were on equal footing. The instant one of them bit the other... Senri worried it would change things, one way or another, and change wasn't necessarily good. He liked things the way they were, and anyway, there was so much else they shared...

The cut closed all too quickly and after licking the flesh clean, Senri carved another a little further down. He cut a little deeper, a little swifter, a little less carefully, but not out of a lack of tenderness. Rather, he could feel from the tremble in Takuma's muscles and the intense hardening of his desire that his lover was ready for the added stimulation.

Takuma groaned breathlessly, his head falling back and his eyes closing as Senri's skillful lips coaxed and teased. He could not really feel his blood being drawn in the same way as if it was truly being drunk, but Senri's ministrations felt incredibly good and just the idea that his lover was tasting him and enjoying his blood made the young aristocrat so aroused that it felt like his head was spinning.

"Senri..." he moaned his lover's name as Senri upped the ante, now cutting multiple lines across Takuma's sensitive abdomen and taking turns sucking on all of them in turn, all the while working his way lower and lower towards where Takuma grew even more sensitive until each touch, each cut, each caress became unbearably delicious and over stimulating.

By the time Senri had worked his way down to where Takuma's fine, downy hair started, his lover was very, very ready and fairly whimpering with need. Senri was buzzing pleasantly from the blood. He knew what Takuma wanted and he gave it to him, lavishly.

"Ahhh..." Takuma's hips bucked as Senri swallowed him whole. The younger vampire started bobbing his head swiftly up and down and one of Takuma's hands slid quickly to his head, tangling in the dark, fly-away locks. Takuma wasn't sure if he was trying to slow Senri down because he couldn't take the intensity of the sensations, or if he was trying to urge him for more because he was going out of his head with bliss. In the end he pretty much did neither and simply hung onto Senri for grounding as intense shudders of pleasure started to run together into a constant, building stream that pooled in his gut before finally ripping free.

Senri drank up his lover's pleasure both figuratively and literally, bobbing his head more slowly now as Takuma's body relaxed and the blonde fell back on the bed, panting softly.

Senri sucked and licked Takuma clean with slow, luxuriant intentness before he finally straightened up. Takuma was beautiful with his face flushed, his hair tousled and his clothes hopelessly rumpled and askew, looking up at Senri with those eyes that could be so old and so young at the same time. Senri leaned up over Takuma's partially undressed body and kissed his slightly parted lips.

Takuma kissed back, tasting himself on his lover's lips and exploring the soft heat of his mouth contentedly. He let his head fall back down to the bed again when Senri finally straightened up. "That was nice..." he murmured with satisfaction.

Senri quirked a grin at him as he slid off the bed, kicking off his shoes and finally wriggling the rest of the way out of his jeans. He was going to need to shower before dressing again. "Only nice?" he inquired with mock indignation.

Takuma chuckled. "Okay, amazing then." He reached out and caught Senri's hand, their eyes locking. "You're amazing," he murmured softly, his eyes taking on that incredible, achingly gentle look that made Senri's entire insides turn to goo and his throat feel tight. The look that made him know he would never feel whole again if this man wasn't in his life.

I'm not, Takuma. I don't know what kind of angel you think I am that you look at me like this... but I'm not. God, I wish I was. You deserve someone as perfect as you are... but I guess I'm selfish enough to hope you never find out that that's not me.

Senri squeezed Takuma's hand tightly and then let it go. "I love you," he said quietly, before turning and heading towards the door that led to the bathroom. Maybe there was no real, definitive way to quantify if what he felt was or wasn't love, but Senri knew now that he wanted it to be. With his whole heart he did, and if he wanted it so much, then maybe that meant it was already true? Anyway, he needed to say it, whatever the future held, for however long this lasted. He needed Takuma to know. His lover had been very patient with him and he deserved that.

Takuma blinked, a riot of surprised, confused and elated emotions running through him. For a moment, he wasn't sure that he'd heard right. Then he was sure he had and joy filled him like a hundred dancing bubbles. Senri had never said that to him before. Senri had told him he wasn't sure he could feel that way, and Takuma had accepted that. Him saying such a thing was huge, but the way he'd said it kind of left Takuma in delighted shock. It was so sudden and unexpected and... and... Senri was just going to say it and then walk away?

"What? Wait!" Takuma scrambled off the bed, forgetting for the moment that his pants were still around his knees until he nearly tripped and fell on his face. Vampire reflexes saved him and he quickly tugged his pants up with an embarrassed flush, catching up with Senri before he reached the doorway. He laid a hand on his arm.

Takuma was grinning in bemused joy and confusion as Senri gave him a quizzical look, one eyebrow slightly raised in amusement, indicating that he had seen Takuma's ungainly exit from the bed.

"You can't just - just go off to the bathroom!" Takuma protested incredulously.

It was Senri's turn to blink. "Why not? I need to shower, I'm sticky," he said matter-of-factly.

"But... what you said, you can't just say something like that and then leave! I mean..." Takuma ran a hand through his hair, realizing he didn't know quite what he meant. "You said that... that you..." he was almost afraid to repeat it. Afraid that he'd somehow misheard or that Senri would change his mind.

Senri smiled warmly. "That I love you? Well, it's true. I do. I didn't think it would come as that much of a shock..." his grin widened slightly. Impishly.

Takuma beamed at the confirmation, and Senri felt he could have died happy at that moment, basking in the happiness on his lover's face. "Geez, Takuma... what did you think after all this time?"

In actuality, they hadn't been going out for that long, not by Takuma's standards anyway. By Senri's standards, however, they were practically engaged. He'd never been in a stable relationship that had lasted this long. Not a romantic one, anyway.

Takuma looked a bit sheepish, but he was still grinning like an idiot. "Well, you know... I didn't know if..."

"If I was only interested in screwing you?" Senri's eyebrows went up again in amusement.

Takuma flushed deeper, a worried look coming over his features at the thought that he might have accidentally implied such a thing about his lover. "No! That wasn't what I meant. It's just... you said you didn't feel that way," he murmured.

Senri hadn't meant to cause that reaction, he'd been teasing, but Takuma had taken him seriously. He cupped Takuma's face tenderly between his hands. "Takuma, it wasn't that I didn't feel that way," he murmured, his turn to be serious now and concerned that he may have inadvertently hurt his lover when he'd not intended to. "I just didn't want to risk hurting you by jumping the gun. I didn't want to say it until I was sure." He leaned in and kissed Takuma's lips softly. "And now I am. I love you."

Takuma's eyes radiated soft, intense joy as he lightly kissed Senri back. At the moment, his heart felt very, very full. "I love you too," he murmured back.

Senri smiled deeply. There wasn't a way to say how much that meant to him. "Cool. I'm going to take a shower now, is that okay?" he glanced to where Takuma was still holding onto his arm.

Takuma reluctantly let go, grinning back. "Yeah, I guess so," he retorted, teasing now as well. "But you have to say you love me again first."

Senri rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Okay, okay! I love you, all right?"

Takuma laughed and gave Senri's backside, which was entirely too near, too tempting and too naked, a little smack with the flat of his palm. "Very all right."