With a hollow suck of breath, Kikyo bit his lip as the teeth grazed over his skin. His fingers slipped from Seishirou's hair, sliding down his neck with a subtle, sensual touch. His deadly fingers could give just as much pleasure as pain, depending on Kikyo's mood.

He could smell the metallic tinge of blood permeating the halls, sending a throb through his veins. He could taste it on his lips..

Something sinister was going on, tainting everything around them with its dark embrace.

His body arched up against Seishirou's, hip against hip as his fingers curled around the back of his neck.