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It's early Sunday morning, and Gokudera is leaning against a fence near his usual pond. He's clearly in a bad mood, made all the worse by the fact he ran out of cigarettes. That's almost like crippling him, damn.

So he's annoyed and bored, always a bad mix, especially for him. He'd pay for anyone to show up right now, even Hibari. Could try to bomb the guy to near death. Then Fail. Heh.

Right.

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Regan does have cigarettes and she's still in a bad mood.

She's got 'Toxicity' blasting in her ears and she's so angry about what happened that she doesn't even sing along. That's pretty bad.

She's not bothering to hide herself or reign her aura in at all. Regan is exactly what Nero asked her not to be: Flamingly obvious.

Gokudera doesn't care about music that much. He cares about having to be blasted with an aura, but what the hell ever, it was just another annoyance.

But she's an annoyance he can be an asshole at!

"Hey, vampire chick," he says, "You gonna share one of those cigs, or keep blasting migraines into the air?"

Doesn't care about music? Fuck him sixteen ways east of sunday.

"Migraines," she answers and tosses her pack at his chest, she huffs over, folding her arms and holding her hand out, waiting for him to give them back.

"I hope you don't have a problem with vampires." She sneers, "Mafia."

The only mafia she liked was Basil.

What was music even worth, man?

He takes a cigarette and throws the pack back. He does give her a grudgingly said 'thanks'. There is that, at least!

"Don't have a problem with 'em," he says. "Just have a problem with impolite ones."

He's One To Talk.

It was worth the world to Regan.

She catches them in midair and nods at his thanks.

"Impolite? You're one to talk! 'Vampire chick'? Could at least ask my name, asshole."

Well, he could understand that, at least. Even if his own high preferences were far different.

"I don't think I want to," he says. "Coz then I might be disturbed."

"How can you be disturbed by a name," she stomps out her finished cigarette and lights another, blowing the smoke his way. "Weirdo."

"I'm Regan, and you are Asshole Number One On The Street."

He doesn't even bother to correct her on his name. He's too busy deciding he's not disturbed, but just confused at his former point of view of the world~

"So," he says. "You just do one member of CEDEF, or all of 'em?"

Regan growls. Oh, today was the WRONG day to fuck with her.

Without a second thought she pounces on him, pinning him to the ground with her hips and still smoking her cigarette, proceeds to attempt to dislocate his jaw with her first.

He's pounced, but he's not gonna let himself get punched. He clenches his teeth around that damn cigarette of his, can't even reach a frickin' bomb, and attempts to grab her hands before she can try to punch again.

He's not gonna hit a girl.

He gets her hands but that doesn't stop her from biting his neck, hard and painfully, digging her fangs in as much as she can. She doesn't want his blood, it stains her mouth uselessly and spills onto the grass below them, a waste.

She mutters "fucker" very vaguely, kind of hard to speak clearly with a mouthful of Gokudera.

Now what does he want to do, eh?

Yeah, that hurts like a motherfucker, but it's not gonna kill him, so he doesn't really give a shit about it. He's more offended by the fact his blood is being left to uselessness!

"You know, you bite a guy, you might get bit back. Especially when you insult his blood like that."

"What do you know about blood, stupid Gaurdian! And bitin' ain't gonna do a thing but turn a girl on, so I think you might want to skip that."

She doesn't bother to wipe his blood off her mouth because ... Well, he's got her hands.

"Asshole," she mutters, testing his grip on her hands.

"I don't like you being on top," he decides suddenly, ignoring everything she just said. "I think I'll fix that."

And try to fix it he does.

Regan is so shocked that he actually pulls that off. She glares and moves her leg.

... Fortunately or unfortunately, her knee kind of rubs against his crotch.

He almost looks shocked at that. But not really. He doesn't believe the stereotypes that sex and blood are all vampires are about, but she's a girl, and therefore that makes her more suspicious.

"What," he says. "Didn't like the blood so you're trying for something else?"

She blushes.

"Shut up!" She goes completely still, afraid she might accidentally do something else.

"Why the fuck are you on top of me anyway you mafia bastard? Are you a perv with a vampire fetish?"

"I'm no pervert," Gokuder says, way defensive about it. "And you can't have a fetish for that, that would be like having a fetish for a culture or country."

Yeah, he really doesn't know anything, does he?

"You're probably the one with fetishes. I bet you've got a million."

She blinks.

"Wow," she says slowly, her eyes widening as if in wonder. "You're a retard and I almost feel bad saying that because real retarded boys have a reason, they were born that way. You're just the sort of retarded that comes with being an absolute, oblivious idiot."

Regan is easy to defend herself.

"And so what if I have a million? Clearly you don't know anything about that at all!"

"Clearly I do," he says, "And I can prove it, too."

He does, actually, know some things, but he'd rather not talk about how. But no matter how retarded he might act, he knows how to give a damn good kiss, and he does that now.

Gokudera doesn't want to, of course. It's just necessary.

Sheesh.

If she were any less of a woman, she'd moan. Yes, the retarded does know how to give a damn good kiss, even better, his mouth smells and tastes like cigarettes. Which, it might be creepy, but Regan really likes that about a guy that smokes.

She doesn't want to be outdone so she kisses right back, and she even knees his crotch again. This time with intent.

Okay, so clearly this one gets off on doin' it in public. Is she a voyeur, too?

He feels up her breasts, hands skin to skin, underneath both shirt and bra. He might not be down below, but he's still gone farther than her with that. Hah!

"My, my," she mutters and shoves her hand down into his pants, gripping his length slightly and stroking him slowly.

Gokudera hisses through his teeth. That just wasn't a fair move. "You determined to do this here? Ain't gonna get very far."

And it would stay damned unfair.

"How far should it go?"

How much was he willing to prove, hm?

"However far it takes," ~~for him to win and her to lose~~.

"This is going to take a while then," she pushes him up and off and leads him towards her place.

"If you can keep up, all the better for you," he says, and follows along.

"Pft," She says as they make it there.

"It's you whose going to fall behind!"

They make it to her room and she shuts and locks the door.

No, Gokudera will most definitely not fall behind. He pushes her against that door, possibly a little too hard for both their tastes, and divests her of her shirt immediately.

Whoever is naked first is the most vulnerable!

Does he have some issue with pushing girls against doors?

Regan pushes him away and pushes him onto the bed, getting on top and yanking his shirt off. She works on his pants while biting his neck with force. There's going to be blood on this bed.

It certainly happened to him enough, it's just considered a part of the rest of it by this point.

Being bitten doesn't stop him from getting her bra off. Or undoing her pants and pushing a hand inside. The harder the bite, the less touch there will be~

She crumbles a bit but refuses to stop, she gets his pants off and licks at the wounds she created, stroking his cock quickly and sliding him in and out of her entrance, teasing him with the feeling.

Fuck, that was unfair. Completely, utterly unfair -

At this point, she's not going to be the only one doing the biting, here. He bites at her throat without mercy, and runs his fingers roughly over her nipple.

That's not enough to get to her. She jams him up inside her and though it hurts her, she knows it feels good for him.

"Falling behind, Mafia Man." She snicker in a pained sort of way.

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