A little drabble about when Fai finaly takes his first drink of blood. It's intense.

First Drink

Fai's POV

Pain clenched my stomach and I bit back a whimper of agony. I was NOT going to give in. It had been a month since he had forced me into living. Into becoming a monster. But could someone who was already a monster become another monster? Or did said monster simply become more barbaric? I wasn't sure. My stomach growled and my "savior" turned to glare at me. I simply stared back, making sure have my gaze as frozen as possible. But this was difficult when you were beyond starvation. Sakura-chan and this new Syaoran had gone to a doctor to get Sakura-chan a leg brace to help her walk without falling over and wincing in pain all the time. Kurogane stood up and walked into the kitchen. I felt my pulse quicken. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he was about to do. I felt the vampire in me stir, anticipating its first meal. But if I gave in, life would take root in me. I had to stop him.

Kuro's POV

The mage -or rather former mage but still- was past starving. His cheeks were beginning to become sunken and he was becoming even thinner than before. He was thin enough as it was! I stood up as soon as I heard his stomach growl. I was tired of it. He was going to eat damn it! I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the chief's knife from the butcher's block. I hesitated for a moment. Self-mutilation wasn't exactly easy to do for me. But I had to. It was what I signed up for. I felt thin fingers grab my wrist meekly, even though he was trying to be forceful.

"Don't… you dare…" the mage growled weakly. I wrenched my wrist from his grasp and slit my left wrist. I winced a bit at the pain as my own red blood bubbles up from the wound and began to run over my skin. The mage had frozen, his eye riveted on the blood. His eye had become gold, pupils silted.

"You're going to eat. And I don't give a damn if you don't want to." I said, holding out my bloodied wrist. My blood was now dripping drop by drop to the white floor.

"Ah...I…should…n't…" the mage mumbled, talking to himself. He reached out, his hands shaking, slowly. I sighed in impatience and shoved my wrist to his mouth.

"Just eat!" I snapped. His eyes widened before he grabbed my wrist and I felt his teeth tear open my veins.

Fai's POV

Hot, warm and spicy. That's what drinking his blood was like. A sick, almost forbidden thrill at eating, at having this taste in my mouth. I could feel his pulse jumping underneath his tanned skin beneath my pale, clawed fingers. I couldn't get the blood down fast enough. I had known I was starving, but was I really this hungry? There was also a sweetness, adrenaline from the natural instinct to flee.

"S-Stop…" Kurogane chocked out. "you're gonna kill me…like this…" I couldn't. I had to but couldn't. Everything was fading.

Red. Warm. Hot. Spicy. Sweet. Sickening. Pleasurable.

I wrenched myself away.

Kuro's POV

I could feel my life being drained out of me. The mage was taking too much. Too much… It felt good in a strange way. Like when I got an injury and there was pain before the pain became numbed and turned pleasant. It was like that. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. With each pull. I felt dizzy, like I was going to faint.

"S-Stop…" I finally chocked out. "you're gonna kill me…like this…" I felt my legs buckle and I fell to the ground, the mage holding firmly to my wrist. Still drinking. He then forced himself away and my wrist slipped from his bloodied grip. I was gasping, barley able to see at this point. He had taken way too much. Silence. I heard nothing. My ears buzzed. I couldn't think. My face felt hot. My body felt cold. I blacked out.

"I'm sorry… Kurogane."

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