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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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"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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