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Sharing is Caring	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 13770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 3: Love is a Battlefield
- Angst, Violence, Oral
The next morning, Moka approached Tsukune somewhat nervously. The pink-haired vampire tapped the tips of her index fingers together a few times – her usual nervous tic – as she decided how to broach what she needed to say. After dithering for a bit, she settled on, “It’s that time, Tsukune.”
Tsukune licked his lips and nodded. The pathway to the school buildings seemed suddenly quite claustrophobic. I should be more excited about this, he chastised himself. After last night, though, I’m just not sure…
“If we’re going to do this, we should hurry,” urged Moka. “The bell for first period will ring soon.”
“R-Right,” the young man stammered. “L-Let’s do this.”
With that, he reached for his girlfriend’s chest, but he hesitated. Resolving himself, in a burst of motion Tsukune seized his prize – the rosary dangling from Moka’s neck right above her bosom. With a light tug, it popped free of the choker. The sky darkened for a moment, the clouds becoming suddenly quite threatening; the young man looked up nervously.
When he looked back at his girlfriend, the silver-haired Moka stood in her place instead. The S-class super-monster’s otherworldly, slit-pupiled crimson eyes regarded him impassively, though a smirk rested on her lips. Her very presence seemed both to hold him frozen in place and press him towards the ground and pull him close all at once.
One eyebrow quirked, curious and mocking and approving at the same time. “You kept your promise to let me out for a full week,” Moka noted drily. “I’m… pleased.”
Tsukune handed the rosary back to its owner gingerly; their hands brushed in the transfer process, bringing a light red to their cheeks. “I guess… you know what’s going on?” he asked, anxious about her response.
Moka’s cheeks deepened the shade of red they held. As she tucked the silver crucifix into the pocket of her blazer, she fixed the human boy with an intense, withering glare. “I can’t say I like the plan,” she answered dourly. “Not that it matters much right now – I think I’d like to take this week to grow accustomed to the rhythm of a normal life, without worrying about a boyfriend.”
Tsukune pursed his lips and nodded, his resignation tempered by the fact that he’d expected inner Moka to be much, much angrier. Part of him had honestly expected a roundhouse kick to the face as soon as the rosary came off. “We’re still friends at least, I hope?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.
“Of course,” answered Moka with a small smile. “I won’t permit you to touch me in any overly familiar way, but we can still walk to class together.” The aloof vampire berated herself inwardly for behaving so coldly to Tsukune, but part of her felt justified exacting this price for his desire to have anyone besides her (and the other Moka) for a girlfriend, not to mention denying her his virginity, especially since she’d so readily yielded hers.
Something about the way she’d said that caused the human boy’s frustration to boil over a little. “I just can’t figure you out,” grumbled Tsukune. “During our date, it seemed like you might like me, if only a little bit. Now, though, it’s like before, when you seemed to barely tolerate me.”
Outwardly Moka kept a straight face, but inwardly she flinched. “I told you already,” she replied evenly, “I need to focus on school; and, come to think of it, spend time with Kokoa. I can’t afford to waste time making lovey-dovey eyes at you, like the other Moka does,” she added coolly.
“What about holding hands? Is that very time-consuming?” the young man huffed, fully expecting the response to be a kick to teach him his place.
Moka glowered and wondered with a thrill, Is he challenging me? He has some spine after all. “It’s not,” she sniffed, “but I’m not sure if I should let you.”
The young man ground his teeth together, and the vampire across from him sensed flickers of a faint monster energy from him. “You became one with me,” he reminded her, “but now you won’t hold my hand? This is what I meant about not understanding you at all!”
“That was curiosity, nothing more,” the vampire lied, an answer she’d prepared and rehearsed for this sort of occasion. “I’m sorry you thought it was more.”
The bell for first period rang, cutting off their argument and declaring them late for class. Tsukune snorted, turned on his heel, and headed for the main building. Moka followed a few steps behind, far back enough to give Tsukune some space. With every step, she kicked herself for hurting the human’s feelings.
~~~~~
For most of the week, Moka was miserable. Every time she saw Tsukune, a wave of fresh guilt for the way she’d treated him washed over her. She wanted to make amends, but had no idea how.
It didn’t help matters that, every time the vampire saw the bite marks she’d left on the human boy’s neck, memories of their night of passion together surfaced – in class, at lunch, during Newspaper Club – driving Moka to continuous distraction. Even while spending time with Kokoa, which always translated into sparring sessions, Moka had some difficulty concentrating; though the younger vampire still couldn’t land a hit, the elder sister’s dodges were a fraction slower than usual, leading to a few particularly close calls.
By Thursday afternoon, Kokoa had caught on. “Big Sis,” she addressed her sibling, “you’re not giving this your all.”
“I think you’ve improved,” answered Moka coolly.
The redheaded vampire rolled her eyes. “If you’d rather spend time with your loser human boyfriend, instead of your flesh-and-blood sister,” she groused, “I can’t stop you or anything.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” protested Moka. “Nor is he a loser. I thought I made that latter point particularly clear before,” she added tersely, partly to cover her embarrassment at having blurted out the first part.
“Whatever, Big Sis,” argued Kokoa. “You’ve been mooning over him all week. I’ve seen you staring at him with this lustful look on your face.”
“I beg your pardon?” growled the older girl.
Undaunted, the younger girl grinned salaciously. “Can’t he satisfy you? Is that why? You should’ve known,” she accused, purely to enrage her sister into focusing, “that a human, a pitiful excuse for one at that, couldn't be worthy of you.”
Moka fumed. “Didn’t I warn you about that? If you don’t stop denigrating Tsukune,” she warned in a low, threatening tone, “I’ll have to teach you your place again.”
Kokoa readied her hammer, which was her bat familiar Kou in weapon form. “If that person weren’t such a panty-waist, he wouldn’t need you to protect him all the time and defend himself instead,” she snarled. “He’ll have to face Father at some point. Will he just hide behind you the whole time?”
The older vampire’s attack came swiftly, a powerful kick to the younger girl’s midsection. Kokoa barely managed to block the strike with the haft of her hammer, but the weapon was far too unwieldy to maneuver into the path of Moka’s follow-up strike, a leg sweep that left the redheaded vampire dazed on her back. The silver-haired vampire glowered as she stood over her sister.
“I can protect him,” she answered, “even from Father.”
Kokoa gritted her teeth at her older sister’s stubbornness. “Fine, but if he were so worthy of you,” she asked sullenly, “why have you ignored him all week? Why isn’t he your boyfriend?”
The question struck Moka to her core. I certainly want him to be, she realized, but when the moment comes, I push him away instead. Or bite him. She stepped back so that Kokoa could lever herself to her feet. Aloud, the older vampire answered, “It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”
Kokoa frowned. “What do you mean? You gave him the love-bite, right? To show him your honest feelings?”
“I don’t think I meant it that way,” Moka sniffed defensively. “I wouldn’t know what love felt like.”
The younger vampire narrowed her sea-green eyes. “So it’s just a sex thing, then?” she sneered. “I’m disappointed, Sis. I didn’t think you were –“
“I’m warning you –“
“– such a perverted slut,” finished Kokoa, spitting the last two words.
Red-faced, Moka gasped, “How dare you!” Her monster energy flared, darkening the room. She kicked her sister in the mid-section, doubling the younger girl over. “You understand nothing about me, or my feelings!”
The younger vampire slumped to her knees, robbed of breath. “I don’t think… you do either,” she wheezed. After a few painful breaths, Kokoa added, “We vampires have strong urges; you could just… sate them on your own, y’know.”
Moka folded her arms and harrumphed. “I thought so, too, but it didn’t work,” she admitted, clenching her hand several times. “Every morning, evening, and night – it’s just no substitute,” she added, face red now from embarrassment rather than anger.
“Go get laid then, Big Sis,” grumbled Kokoa. “Maybe someone less lame than that no-good human.”
“I can only trust Tsukune,” the older vampire replied. “He won’t brag to the whole school about nailing the S-class super-monster, and rumors are something I can’t beat up.”
“Just those spreading them,” the younger girl pointed out.
“Still, it’d take too much effort. Should I fight the whole school at once?” Moka mused.
Kokoa stood once more, legs somewhat unsteady. “You could kick all their asses, Sis!” she proclaimed. “I just know it!”
The silver-haired vampire shrugged. “Probably, but is it worth it? Fighting just for the sake of fighting sounds pointless, and a quick path to expulsion.”
The redheaded vampire sighed. “Fine. Have fun with your human pet, then.” She leaned heavily on her bat-hammer as her knees buckled. “Unless you’re in love, though, I’ll still think you’re a tramp.”
With that comment, Moka placed a powerful side-kick into the center of Kokoa’s chest. The younger sister flew into the wall and fell to the floor, conscious but unable to rise. The elder sister stormed out of the gym.
Kokoa’s hammer announced: “Today’s showdown lasted a whopping twenty paragraphs, whee!”
~~~~~
Tsukune answered the knock at his door to find, to his surprise, a certain silver-haired vampire regarding him with her deep crimson eyes. A touch of scarlet graced her lips, so mesmerizing that he almost missed what Moka said when he opened his door: “I… thought I should… speak with you.” Her shirt was unbuttoned one button lower than usual, drawing the young man’s eye and displaying no shortage of milky cleavage.
“Moka, it’s close to curfew,” Tsukune reminded her.
“May I come in anyway?” she asked, cheeks flushing just barely noticeably.
Tsukune’s brow furrowed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he replied.
Moka tucked a silvery strand behind her ear. “This distance between us… I don’t like it,” she declared. “I know it’s my fault, Tsukune; you’ve only been generous and kind and patient towards me, while I have been rather… tempestuous… towards you."
A heinous bitch, more like, he grumbled to himself. Aloud, Tsukune told her. “Apology accepted, though saying the actual words would be nice.”
There was a long pause as Moka fidgeted; if the pink-haired persona had been active, she’d be tapping her index fingers together. “Forgive me, Tsukune,” she finally mumbled, unused to apologizing for anything. “I wish to… make amends.” Moka reached out and brushed Tsukune’s hand, the briefest, barest of touches. Her eyes bored into his, searching for forgiveness, the gentle Tsukune she’d fallen for, not this (justifiably) sullen, cold one. My own medicine, is it? she wondered. It’s a bitter pill, but I suppose I deserve it.
Tsukune’s expression softened; he couldn’t stay mad at either Moka, it seemed. “I guess I forgive you,” he replied as he leaned in, drawn by her mesmerizing eyes.
Their lips crashed together when Moka lunged forward, grabbing his tie for leverage. Her kisses were hungry in their passion as she pressed flush against him. Passing through his still-open door, she toed off her shoes in the room’s entryway, unrelenting in the play of her lips against his.
For his part, Tsukune managed to close the door behind them while absorbing the full force of Moka’s fervor. He kissed her back, his hands landing on her waist. He could feel the heat radiating from her, particularly where their groins ground together.
“Tsukune,” Moka whispered between kisses, “would you… do for me… what you did for the other one?”
The young man took a long moment to respond, as he thought about what she could mean. When his mind brought up the proper reference point, he nodded and kissed along Moka’s long, slender neck. Relishing her gasp of delight, Tsukune continued, intending to tease all the way down as he undressed this often-confusing, always-alluring vampire girl.
Eager to cut to the chase, as always, Moka grabbed the human boy by the shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees. She gasped when she felt him unfasten her skirt, his hands grazing her thighs in the process. She leaned against the wall as her panties followed her skirt to the floor under Tsukune’s guidance. One leg lifted free of both garments and draped over the young man’s shoulder to pull his face closer to her soaked nether regions. His warm breath on the sensitive flesh sent a shock through Moka’s system.
Tsukune had enjoyed doing this for the pink-haired Moka, and he couldn’t help but feel a little glad this one wanted to try it too. He ran his tongue along his partner’s most intimate area, the musky flavor of her nectar cloying to his taste buds. Again and again he returned to the source, accompanied by the sounds of Moka’s barely-restrained gasps.
Moka tangled her fingers in Tsukune’s hair and kneaded his scalp. Lightning-intense shocks of pleasure coursed through her body, triggering muscle spasms in her legs, hips, back, and… privates. Her foot, still clad in its knee-high sock, caressed Tsukune’s back, the instep running over his shoulder blade. With some embarrassment, the proud vampire remembered using one of her feet to pleasure her partner that night in the hotel room several weeks ago.
Other memories from that fateful night also surfaced; along with Tsukune’s ministrations, they helped drive her to embrace why she came to see him. The rough texture of his tongue on her most sensitive spot, however, delayed Moka’s confession by launching her over the edge of orgasm. Her whole body rocked; the knee she stood on threatened to buckle; soft, stifled moans escaped her lips.
As her climax slowly subsided, she breathed, “I’m all yours tonight, Tsukune. L-Let’s… become one again. However you’d like it,” she added, to emphasize her passion and willingness to let him take the lead.
Less than five minutes passed between those words and the two of them lying naked on Tsukune’s mattress, clothes strewn across the floor. The young man took a moment to admire the nude beauty sharing his bed, an excited smile on his face. Moka blushed, unused to the way he was looking at her, particularly her “feminine attributes”; while she was aware that many at school deemed her desirable, seeing that desire written so plainly on someone’s face – especially with her body on full display – unnerved her just a little. Because she thought he might prefer this position, since he and her other self always made love in it, the vampire wrapped her long, toned legs around her soon-to-be lover’s waist and resisted the urge to reverse their positions by claiming the dominant one.
A gasp escaped the young woman’s lips as Tsukune entered her smoothly. His longed-for stiffness deep inside her filled her with such abundant pleasure she wondered how she managed to forgo this feeling all week. Moka vowed to herself that she’d embrace her feelings wholeheartedly, so that on her next turn as Tsukune’s girlfriend they could make love more. His fervent thrusting only strengthened her resolve on the matter.
Tsukune groaned at the feeling of Moka, warm and wet all around him, especially once she began working her hips as well. He still felt as though he didn’t understand this Moka at all, not even a little. For now, though, it was enough that she didn’t hate him and that she liked him enough to do this with him.
The two teens moved together languorously for some time, pleasuring and being pleasured, soft exhalations and declarations of each other’s names the only sounds. Because her excitement remained quite high from her first climax, Moka felt a second one building apace. With the increasing pleasure, however, came an increasing urge to bite Tsukune’s neck, to claim him once more as hers and hers alone, now and forever.
Moka gritted her teeth as she resisted the urge to bite, but fighting it meant keeping her next orgasm at bay because she couldn’t relax enough. The scars on Tsukune’s neck beckoned to her; she shut her eyes tightly. The cry of the monster within, however, would not be so easily silenced; the predator inside howled for the taste of human blood and the release which would accompany it.
“We have to stop,” the vampire hissed in frustration.
With some effort, Tsukune slowed himself to a stop. His hands roamed Moka’s body and felt the quivering tension in her muscles. Once his eyes could focus again, he could see how her face contorted as if in pain. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” the gentle fellow fretted.
“Far from it,” replied Moka without parting her teeth. “I… I can’t climax, despite how good it feels. I’ll bite you again if I do.”
“Oh. Well… if you really have to…” he began.
“Please don’t tempt me, Tsukune,” Moka bit out, her jaw clenching tighter. “I appreciate that you’re willing to endure it, for my sake. I don’t deserve it; what’s more, I don’t want that.” She began trying to disengage their conjoined bodies. “If I bite you again, I might not be able to stop myself in the future; and I truly don’t want to hurt you, Tsukune.”
Tsukune slipped out of her, triggering a shudder from the lovely vampire. He reached out to caress her cheek and found it wet with tears, though it took a long, long moment to process the idea of the standoffish inner Moka crying over anything, much less him. The young man frowned and clasped her hand as they settled into a spooning position, his arm draped over her waist.
“Clearly, trying to get closer to you, Tsukune,” Moka mumbled, “has proven a bad idea after all. Perhaps it’s best if you left the seal in place until you need my fighting skills. Perhaps that’s all I’m any good for.”
Even as she said these things, though, the vampire girl shivered at the feeling of Tsukune’s still-stiff member nestled against her rump. Her nethers yearned for him to reenter, to exchange the felt emptiness for blissful completion once more. Moka gasped at the intensity of her own need, intensified by the kisses Tsukune feathered along her neck.
“I don’t think we need anything that drastic,” Tsukune soothed her. “I can’t say I understand you very well, but I do like you. I don’t want you to stay sealed away.” He chuckled. “How can I learn more about you if we don’t spend time together?”
It’s a good thing you can’t see my face right now, Tsukune, thought Moka as she made a strange expression – half grimace and half smile, cheeks tinged through with bright pink. I don’t deserve such kindness. It… it’s almost painful, almost frightening.
“For now,” continued Tsukune, “we could try a new position, one where you couldn’t reach me easily.” Gently he began to guide them into such a position, with Moka on her stomach and Tsukune behind and atop her.
“This… really isn’t necessary,” she protested weakly.
“I insist, Moka. I don’t want to leave you unsatisfied,” he explained as he aligned himself for reentry.
Moka’s next attempt to dissuade her lover never materialized, pre-empted by a sharp intake of breath as Tsukune sank himself into her once more. Centimeter by delicious centimeter, the full feeling she’d just been missing and craving now returned. Raw pleasure pulled her hips upward and her back into an inverted arch. Her crimson eyes rolled back at the resumption of thrusting.
Soon Tsukune settled into rhythm, working himself in and out of Moka at a comfortable pace. His hands rested on her hips for balance and leverage while he thrust into her. The young woman’s taut rump ground against him, pressing against his lower belly and deepening the pleasure he felt. A groan burst forth from his throat as he felt his climax nearing.
The young woman’s whole body began to shake with the force of her impending orgasm. She clutched the pillow; her toes curled. The need to bite Tsukune flooded her thoughts, but Moka couldn’t reach him from this angle. A moment later, climax crashed over her consciousness, carrying all other concerns with it in a torrent of pure emotion.
“I love you, Tsukune,” she whispered as her whole body shook.
The young man didn’t hear her, too engrossed in the sensations of his own climax: the blood rushing in his ears, the feel of Moka quivering beneath him and around him, the release of tension in his groin as he released his seed. He groaned his partner’s name as the last spasms of his peak faded. His softening member slipped out of her, spent.
The two teens relaxed, basking in the afterglow as they dissociated into a tangle of limbs side by side, Tsukune on his back, Moka still on her stomach. The vampire looked at her human lover, abashed, steeling herself for a rejection of her declaration of love for him. The young man simply stroked her cheek, a gentle smile on his face; she found it contagious, a sense of relief permeating her at his seeming acceptance, even as she wondered whether he heard her confession.
“Tsukune,” she murmured, “I… I’m rather fond of you after all.” Kicking herself for still being unable to express her true feelings where he could definitely hear her, she accepted that maybe she could do so by degrees, with this being the first step. “Could I… also be your girlfriend, with the others? If you’ll still have me, that is, after how difficult I’ve been.”
With a grin, Tsukune answered, “Of course, Moka. I hope that, over time, we can understand each other better, until we can look back on these times and laugh at how silly we were.”
Moka blushed and leaned in to kiss him sweetly.
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A/N: Greetings again, dear readers! I hope this chapter meets your needs for some inner-Moka lovin' and/or for plot development. There won't be any disruptions to the posting schedule for several weeks still, though I'm mulling over the idea of pushing back the posting day to later in the week to buy myself some more time later on. I'll certainly keep everyone posted on that. The good news is that my writer's block for this story is gone; the bad news is that I've got a busy fall semester lined up ahead, and my writing time may be rather limited.
All that aside, please leave feedback via rating, reviewing, joining the discussion thread, or PMing me on the forums! (Thanks to Aysha for convincing me to start a thread on this story. Link: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/60419-discussion-thread-for-sharing-is-caring-and-related-rv-works )
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