Kid carries you upstairs and into his room without saying anything. Setting you down inside the doors he starts to pull off his dripping clothes. They're heavy with blood at hit the floor with uncomfortably thick wet sounds.

"Y-you're stripping?" You stammer, turning your back to Kid.

'"I'm not going to shower with my clothes on." He snorts. "You should strip too. You're covered in blood."

"I, wuh, no, I'm - I'm, that's," you start to argue, but the more you stammer, the more you realize that you're really bloody, and the idea of having to go however long before you could clean up is unsettling. "I c-could go to muh-my room."

"Could." Kid agrees. "You could also shower with me," his voice dips low, his tone soft. "I won't touch you unless you want me to."

"But... naked." You meant to say something different, however when you turned around Kid was already stripped bare.

"Most people are when they shower." He grunts. "If you're really uncomfortable you can go to your room, but becoming a vampire's thrall requires a level of... connection, naive little mouse." He punctuates the words again, as he walks to the bathroom. "Better to get used to it, if you ask me."

Nerves kept you from asking what manner of connection was required, but you decided to at least try. Pulling your own clothes off you set them down on the pile Kid had made. You cross your arms over your chest, stepping into the bathroom once you hear the water start.

"Should... Should I wait outside?" You question, approaching the shower. It's open, but the entire bathroom looks to be lined in tile, and while there's no curtain or glass around it's perimeter, there is a small lip to contain the majority of the water.

Kid tosses a wet washcloth at you that's big enough to be a hand towel. It's warm and soapy and has just enough force behind the toss to almost shove you a step back.

"Don't over think things, just get cleaned up." He says, turning toward you while he's lathering up.

Irritation crosses your face at the toss, but you can't help the rush of blood to your face at the sight of him. Kid wasn't one to wear an excess of clothing in the first place, but the open shirt and the baggy pants had been hiding more than you could have imagined. The two long scars on the left side of his body weren't the only ones he had.

From the looks of things he almost lost his arm.

The scars spoke of a violent life, but as your eyes followed them you realized that your gaze was drifting too far south. Pulling your eyes back up you were nearly looking at the ceiling as you stepped into the shower.

"Oi!" Kid snaps. "Eyes where you need them! I don't want to grab you just cause yer not watching where yer going."

"S-sorry, I didn't want to, uh... I mean, I -." You shove your face into the wash cloth and decide to focus on the task at hand.

"If you weren't allowed to look, little mouse, I'da blindfolded you and washed us both." He says it evenly, even if you could hear the smirk in his tone, but it doesn't matter. The words themselves have you so flustered you're almost dizzy.

You were overcome with the powerful visual of him peering down at you like some doll-maker with a cotton ball, carefully cleaning the details of a fragile little doll. The exaggeration of the differences in your sizes seemed appropriate given how much stronger vampires were in the first place.

The visual was enough to keep you distracted so much that you don't realize Kid is done showering until he speaks up.

"Don't take too much longer, we have your contract to discuss." He reminds you, drying off haphazardly and then wrapping the towel around his waist before he leaves you alone in the shower.

You finish cleaning up, almost rushing through it, but forcing yourself to slow enough to make sure you get all the blood off. Turning off the water you dry yourself as well. The towels in the room are massive. It had gone easily around Kid's waist, and down to his knees. So it was small wonder you could almost wear it like a robe. If there'd been sleeves, or even just slits for your arms it would've worked perfectly.

As it was the towel nearly wrapped around you twice, tucked under your arms and slightly past your knees.

Coming out of the bath, Kid's already dressed. It's nothing like what he usually wears, simple black clothes. There's a set of clothes that look to be right for your size on the bed, but you can't bring yourself to move toward them.

The moonlight is coming into the room, the silver light making his skin look like porcelain again, setting the lines of his hair almost on fire compared to the deep crimson of the shadowed locks of hair. There's an elegance to how he stands. It's easy to see how humans of yesteryear would've worshiped vampires.

"Becoming a vampire's thrall," Kid begins, his eyes still on the moon outside the window. "Is a matter of give and take. The vampire takes the thrall's blood, and the thrall receives the vampire's protection."

He turns toward you, the moonlight reflecting off golden eyes that aren't turned toward it anymore.

Ethereal.

"Usually a vampire feeds on a thrall to seal a contract." He steps toward you and you find you're calm. Calm, mostly at least, save for a thrill that runs up your back at the idea of feeling that sweet euphoria again. "But you need to recover, and I'm still full."

Kid's gaze holds you still and he kneels down enough to be just a little below your eye level.

"Full... and," his gaze shifts, looking down and then back up. He doesn't let his gaze linger, but the intent isn't lost on you. "Certainly able."

The rush of blood heats your skin, but you're not scared, or nervous. Maybe it's something Kid's doing, but you feel like he wouldn't force you to do anything.

"Relaxed." You murmur, and he nods.

"We ain't got time for you to be a nervous mess, little gift, so hang in there."

Your brow furrows, even with the calming sense. "Do we have to?"

Kid tilts his head in confusion, and then laughs. "Bwah-hahaha! Do you think we have to fuck or something to seal the deal?" He questions and you nod.

He puts a hand over his mouth, as though he didn't just laugh right in your face, and shakes his head. Once he's composed himself a little more he gives you a grin.

"Nah, it doesn't have to be anything like that." He snorts. "The more intimate, the better, but it can be just a hand shake."

"Why is more intimate better?" You question.

His gold-glowing eyes keep soothing you. "Feeding is a pretty intimate act, innit?" You nod as he asks the question, leaning toward him a little before a hand's on your shoulder. "Better ta' know you can stomach being that close. That's why."

Your lips part and the small sigh of breath passing over them feels dry. Licking them, you swallow, and realize your eyes were focused on Kid's lips.

"Kiss." You say softly. "A k-kiss, then. It's more than a handshake."

He grins. "That it is, little mouse."

The hand on your shoulder moves up to cup the side of your face, and you nuzzle into it automatically. You can feel the smile on his lips, even with your eyes closed in comfort. The warmth almost seems wrong, but he's never felt cold to you.

Right now you can't even remember if that was something they told you was true about vampires. Regardless it seems impossible in this moment for them to be cold.

"Open your eyes." Kid hums, and you open them enough to see the soft smile on his lips. "Good girl."

He leans in slow, his hand keeping you steady. Heated breath slips over your lips before the distance between you closes.

Soft.

It's so soft.

He's rough, and loud, and full of fire and gravel, and his lips are just so soft, warm, and hungry. The gentle pressure presses in more forcefully, sending a rush through your chest. It's not on par with when he fed from you, but it soaks through your skin and makes your heart rush. The pleasure coils around your lungs and pushes soft moans up to your tongue.

When your lips part the deep hum in Kid's mouth slips between your teeth, followed by his tongue. The soft moan in your lungs hitches in your breath, and you whine into the kiss. You don't know when you reached out for him, but you clutch fabric between your fingers as your nails scratch through it. Kid's hand against your back is the only reason you're still on your feet, and when he leans back he doesn't go far.

Heated breaths rush from your mouth in shivering, panting gasps. Tears prick the sides of your eyes, and your cheeks feel so warm they ache. Kid's eyes are hooded, pupils wide, the golden amber little more than rings against an absolute darkness.

"M-m-m... more," you murmur. There's a desire to toss the towel aside and beg for him to take what he pleases, but if you let go of your hold on his shirt you think you might just sink to the floor in a puddle.

"It's not quite the same rush, is it?" He murmurs, tilting his head to the other side and pressing a hot kiss briefly against your lips, the measured kisses pressing against your cheek until he licks and nips at your ear. "Let me give you more, little mouse."

"Please," you gasp, nodding your head.

"Naive little mouse." He speaks the words into your skin, fangs slipping over your tender flesh until you almost scream for him to bite you. "I'll be kind."

The promise leads to a hand between your legs, palm against your thighs. "You can tell me to stop," his voice is soft, but clear and firm, the words sink into your brain, cutting through the heat and euphoria without disrupting it. "At any point."

You pull in a deep, desperate gulp of air as his hand moves up your thigh, nodding as his golden eyes catch and hold your gaze again.

"Just pleasure," he promises again, the side of one thick finger pressing against your labia, pushing between the soaking lips and nestling into the folds of your pussy.

You breathe in deep again, the whine on the edges of your lips turning into a moan when the side of his knuckle nestles against your clit. You don't know what words slips past your teeth, why Kid grins at it, all you know is that your hips buck on their own, grinding into the soft bump of that knuckle.

"I could've fucked you half dead," he muses, the tip of his tongue licking along your lips as you nearly sob from the feeling. "And you might have thanked me."

"Keep your eyes on me." He commands, holding you in place even as your legs give out. Toes and legs curled, Kid alone holds you just off the floor, finger forcing pleasure into your clit. It's hard to obey his command, but he's leaning over you, making it easier for you.

"Please, please, I - I don't - I what - please!" Your shattered moans and whines turn into the best words you can muster, watching Kid's tongue slip over his lip.

"You beg pretty good all on your own, mouse." His voice is heavy, husky, needy. "I can't wait to help you practice."

His eyes never leave your face as he grinds his finger into your clit like he can feel it in the same the way you can. The building pleasure is almost too much, you almost want to ask him to stop, but it's not nearly the same as when he fed from you. It's close.

So close.

"Close!" You gasp and he grins.

Kid watches you a couple more seconds and the golden light fills his eyes so strongly it's like the endless dark of his pupils have been haloed by the gods themselves.

"Cum." The word has layers, you think. Sounds more than just his, but you don't know and you can't hold onto it.

Pleasure slams into you with such force you can't breathe. You limbs go taut and you swear your bones seem ready to bend from the rush that's hit you. The intense rush lasts just a couple seconds before it gives way enough that you can breathe. Like a drowning sailor coming up from the swell of a squall you pull in every scrap of oxygen you can.

Your body shivers, and the pleasure continues. The intensity may have come down a little, but the euphoric rush is too foreign. Too new. It's harsh and jagged, lighting your muscles like electricity, causing your limbs, fingers, and toes to twitch randomly. It feels so good you feel like it's pulling you down into delirium.

When you start shaking your head, Kid pulls his hand away from your thighs.

"See? More intimate is better." He says softly. Shivering, you nod. If nothing else you can't imagine being nervous about a simple kiss after this.

Kid licks up along his soaked finger, and leans down and kisses you again. The taste of your pleasure and his warmth slips against your tongue easily. The taste, the act, is grounding after the intense orgasm, and when he leans back you feel deeply satisfied and far less shaky than you had been earlier.

"Isn't just your blood that's honey-sweet." He muses, kissing the tip of your nose briefly. "Sleep, little mouse. It's my job to keep you safe now."