“K-kuro? What are you doing?” Mahiru asked, staring wide eyed up at the Servamp. He struggled feebly, testing to see if he could break the vampires grip on his wrists. He felt worry pool at the bottom of his stomach and his brown eyes darted up to look at Kuro again. “O-oi-!” He murmured, straining harder against the body caging him in.
“Mahiru… stop struggling, you’re making it worst.” Kuro’s voice scratched out. His grips tightened and the pinned brunette flinched. Kuro shifted and was now not only caging him in, but crowding him in. His breathing was coming in short, harsh pants and his messy hair was now obscuring his eyes from sight.
Mahiru’s breath hiccupped and he froze when Kuro’s knee slid in between his thighs, just barely pressing in. “Kuro!” he yelped and struggled harder, feeling adrenaline begin to pound through him. No, no, no! This was bad! What the hell was the blue haired vampire doing? He had always kept a certain amount of distance in between the two of them when in human form, the only contact usually being initiated by Mahiru, so for the brunette to be pounced upon and pinned to the floor was highly worrying.
“Please… stop.” Kuro whispered and the brunette could feel his Servamp begin to use his vampiric strength to hold him down, locking Mahiru in place. His breathing was still erratic and was shifting in between small gasps and lung-sized gulps. In one of the worrying huffs, the hair covering his face was pushed to the side, revealing red, predatory eyes.
Mahiru’s breath hitched and he stopped moving, feeling fear trickle through his veins. Kuro’s eyes were half-lidded and focused on the brunette’s face. He could sense something akin to the blue haired vampire’s bloodlust, yet different. Mahiru could feel himself tremble slightly under the gaze and wondered briefly if he was going to be devoured.
These thoughts were scattered when he took in the rest of Kuro’s face. His mouth was parted as he struggled to get more oxygen in his lungs, his face was flushed feverishly and sweat was collection on his face. “Kuro! Are you ok?” This seemed to break the spell over Kuro and he paused, his breathing slowing to something more comforting, the carnal emotion in his eyes fading and he swallowed. His grip slackened, releasing Mahiru’s wrists, revealing angry red marks, and his head dropped forward to rest on the crook of his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Mahiru…”
“Kuro? What happened there? Are you sick?”
The head shifted from side to side, indicating a no. The brunette could feel the vampire’s breath panting against his collarbone and he was reminded that Kuro hadn’t moved his knee from in between the Eve’s thighs yet. “It’s… a pain to explain.” He grumbled into the human’s shoulder, sounding completely worn out and exhausted. Mahiru was about to press for more information, but his past experiences caught up with the train of thought, reminding him that when Kuro was ready, he would talk to him. Instead, he gave a small sigh and raised his hand to pat the blue hair comfortingly, only for Kuro to flinch away and a low growl emitted from his throat. “Don’t.” Mahiru could see the red eyes swivel to look at the light bruise around the brunette’s wrist, the rumble immediately snapping off. “I’ve hurt you so,” a small inhale punctured his sentence, “why are you trying to comfort me? You should be demanding answers, not trying to pat me.”
“It’s because I’m used to you – you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
There was a long pause between them, Kuro still hovering over him with his head resting on the brunette, likely listening to his pulse. Mahiru slowed his breathing, trying to find a rhythm that would calm Kuro. It was calm, relaxing and the blue haired vampire was once again reminded of how lucky he was to have the boy as his Eve. Finally, Kuro spoke.
“I’m in heat.”
“E-eh?”
“It’s such a pain… nearly all the vampires experience it, except the ones who had turned before puberty.” The vampire grumbled and his eyes slid to the damaged wrist, his eyebrows beginning to knit together. “It spikes our hormones and kinda, ah, brings out this ‘animal instinct’ in us…”
Mahiru kept still, trying to work his head around the idea. It was a little odd being reminded once more of the divide in between humans and vampires. “Is that why you were telling me not to struggle?” the brunette could feel the vibration of an affirmative hum against his collarbone, sending supressed shivers down his spine. He tipped his chin, just resting it on Kuro’s head and gulped. “Do you… Um, I don’t really know what to do in this situation but… do you want some help?”