Blood fetish (Nekozawa/Haruhi) part 1/2
Haruhi was never one to enjoy Halloween. To her, it was just a world-wide host club. Which is why should could exactly wrap her mind around the reason she wound up standing on Nekozawa's doorstep (in full Victorian dress, mind you) with the rest of the host club on this rather chilling evening. It seemed only fitting, that the largest Halloween party this side of The Great Wall would be held at the Nekozawa residence. She sighed as -- one of the twins, it had to be -- fussed with the back of her dress, mumbling about how the corset was sadly not filled to full potential. Before anyone had the chance to knock, the door creaked open. A headless butler ushered them inside.
Making a beeline for the food table, Haruhi nimbly avoided any requests to dance. She knew how these things worked now, and she would be damned if she'd for go snacking at another event. With a plate piled high and a satisfied smile on her face, the petite girl angled herself behind a column to enjoy the solitude.
"Enjoying yourself, Fujioka?"
She started slightly. "Nekozawa-senpai!"
He was dressed in black (surprise) except for the cream ruffled shirt peeking out from behind the black and maroon cloak. His lips parted in a sinister looking smile, the light just barely glinting off of... were those fangs?!
Haruhi cleared her throat. "Yes... it's quite a..." she trailed off making a wide gesture, searching for the right word, "haunting atmosphere."
Nekozawa grinned ("Yes," she thought, "those ARE fangs"). "Truly what I was going for." He paused for a beat. "I wonder, Fujioka, if you'd join me for a moment?"
She glanced at him, and didn't miss that mischievous spark in his eye. She then passed a fleeting glance at her plate of food and sighed. "Fine," she said with a small frown. It was beginning to seem like these rich bastards conspired to never let her eat.
Undetected by the rest of the party, the two made their way upstairs and into a dark room. The only light was from the full moon which hung low in the sky. Her frown deepened.
"What are we ---" her words were cut off as she felt his fingers graze over her neck. His other hand busy at her waist.
She felt his breath dance over her shoulder as he pulled her closer. Haruhi stiffened in his hold. Slowly he lowered his lips mere millimeters from her skin. "Tell me, Fujioka Haruhi, do you have a fetish?"
She didn't trust herself enough to answer, so she remained silent. Before she could register what was happening, she felt him bite down on her neck. Haruhi jerked in surprise. He noted she made no move to get away. A smile spread across his lips. He applied sufficient pressure until he felt a small pop and he tasted that familiar iron flavor.
Haruhi let out a soft cry as her hands flew to her neck instinctively. He swatted them away. "N-N-Nekozawa --"
He "hmmed" as his hands began to roam the plains of her body. The rational part of her brain screamed to stop... however, the feelings she was getting just from his light touches was enough to silence the voice of reason.
She was curious as to why he'd taken to her and why he was lapping the blood trickling from the bite he gave her. What did it taste like? Surely it wasn't good enough to be the cause of the... arousal she felt poking into her back.