WARNING! Limey further on. Boyxboy If you don't like it, then why the hell are you reading it? Dumbshit.

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He was young, but he was strong, physically and mentally.

Since he’d been a child he’d been through intense training. Taken from his family at a young age, he’d been put in the position as an apprentice to one of the greatest hunters in the country.

Demon hunters, that was.

His master’s name wasn’t ever truly revealed—they went by a fake name of Gray. The apprentice was soon given the fake name of White. The gender of his master was never revealed either, but he guessed them as a man. He was tall and built like a man, though his face was never shown and his clothes too baggy for it to be discernable. White didn’t bother hiding the fact he was a man.

Generations had gone down through from master to apprentice under color names. White was the first white, and Gray was the second of his color. Gray’s apprentice had been Black. They all kept their true names secret to the world, and many had chosen to hide their genders and faces as well. White didn’t bother with this.

As he grew through his years, his knowledge increased much beyond what the “normal” person knew. He soon could speak eight languages; his knowledge of history was impeccable, mathematics, science, philosophy, art and music…

But most of all combat.

He could use any weapon and excelled in hand-to-hand combat. He was educated in all the main forms of martial arts. He knew a sufficient amount of magic. His defense was spotless, his offense deadly. He was considered a “genius” among hunters.

At the age of twelve, he hunted down and killed his first demon. It had been assumed as a level one from the trail it left, but it was found later to be a level three concealing their aura. Most did not survive an attack by a level three until they were sixteen; much less defeat it with only a scar across one cheek to show it.

He hunted all forms of demons, from those from the pits of Hell to the werewolves.

He left his household at the age of sixteen, strong and undefeated. He kept his hair short, messy on its own. It was a deep black. His eyes were a strong green, his skin tan from the hours he spent training in the sun. He was tall and muscled. A long scar arched across his left cheek. He was generally silent, not a man of words. He had an intimidating and mysterious feel about him, and people were wary to approach him.

At the young age of seventeen did he meet his first vampire.

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White entered the tavern, his hood pulled over so that only an outline of his face showed, but his bright green eyes were obvious. The cold wind gusted through the doorway for a moment before he pushed it closed again. He caught the stares of a few people in the tavern, but they quickly averted their gaze. He glanced around once more, and then walked with complete silence to the back corner farthest from the door, with a view to all entrances and the entirety of people. If he had not been visible, his presence would not have been noticed at all.

A woman walked to his table with a wariness she tried to hide so as to not be rude, but his keen, trained eyes noticed. He declined an order of anything, and she left him be. He was simply here to warm up and perhaps rent a room for the evening. He leaned back in chair and surveyed the tavern silently. He caught the gaze of a man at the main bar, and he assumed for the man to avert his gaze as all the others did.

But he did not.

White didn’t show any change of emotion, simply staring down the man with a slightly ferocious look in his eyes, while curiosity jumped up in his brain. The man grinned widely, icy blue eyes turning up slightly with his smile. White did not move at all, just kept his eyes on the man darkly.

The man raised an eyebrow, turning around in his seat to stand. The woman by him protested a bit, but she seemed to go unnoticed as the man strode to the back corner, settling into a seat across from White. White didn’t shift at all, just keeping his eyes focused on this man sitting across from him, the rest of his face still shrouded in the dark of his hood. He hadn’t bothered removing it.

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” the man drawled, smirking at the man and leaning on the table slightly. “Traveling?”

“Is that any concern of yours?” White asked, his voice low.

“Easy, easy. I was just curious.” The man put his hands up, eyes closing with a smile, leaning back in his seat. White viewed him quietly, memorizing his features. He was handsome, with his icy blue eyes and dark blonde hair, of medium length and pushed back from his face. His skin was very pale, as White couldn’t help but notice.

White made no other reply, his gaze finally breaking from the man’s as he viewed the room again.

“I’m Marion,” he said, and White lazily drew his gaze back to the man. “Who might you be?”

“…White,” he muttered, glancing off yet again.

“Hmm…” Marion trailed off, and White glanced from the corner of his eye to see the man viewing him up and down in a slightly unnerving way. He suddenly grinned and White’s eyes widened fractionally, finally noticing the elongated canines in among the row of perfect white teeth. Vampire. “Would you like to come with me?”

White considered it for a moment. It was his job—he was a hunter. Vampires qualified. He stared at him for a moment then nodded. Marion grinned rather triumphantly as White stood. The vampire sprang up, already dressed in a warm coat (Not that he needed it.) and a pair of black pants. White followed him, leaving the tavern and crossing the windy street to the inn. White received a dirty look on his way out from the woman who had earlier been with Marion, but he ignored her. Marion apparently already had a room, and sent a smirk over his shoulder at White. “Just to chat.” He led the hunter up the stairs to the room, sliding in a key and waving his arm out for White to enter first. He timidly did, keeping an eye on the vampire warily, his face still hidden.

As soon as the door had closed, White was pinned between it and Marion. Damn, he’d never had experience with a vampire before. He hadn’t been expecting such speed.

“Lemme see that face of yours…” the vampire murmured, pushing back the hood of the frozen White. He gently brushed a cold finger down the scar on his cheek. “Where’d you get this?” he purred, crushing his body against the hunter’s, laying a kiss on the scar, his breath in his ear. White suddenly regained his senses and tried to push the vampire off of him. He seemed to be made of iron, not budging an inch.

“Hmph. You’ll submit,” Marion said with a haughty air, and pinned White’s hands before he could move them. His free hand slid down the hunter’s torso, pushing apart his jacket to reveal the tight black shirt and black pants beneath. His eyes dropped, fiddling with the belt with his hand. He unsheathed the long, elegant knife, holding it up between the two of them, viewing it. He shrugged slightly, flipping it to the side. It stuck in the wall easily. He then proceeded to remove all the weapons on White’s form. He then proceeded to remove the hunter’s jacket and shirt. White shivered, still fighting at the vampires grip and attempting to get his suddenly scatter-brained mind to work.

Marion tsked slightly at the hunter’s attempts, suddenly forcefully yanking him into a rough, dominating kiss. White fought for a few moments more, then, without thinking, practically melted, letting his fighting muscles relax. He felt more than saw the vampire smirk, then nipping at White’s lower lip with sharp fangs. The vampire slid one hand down the man’s abdomen under the hem of the fabric below, the other hand toying with his chest. His cold fingers traced the scars scattered along his chest and back, the other hand disappearing into his pants.

White moaned, arching his back and breaking the kiss, his head hitting the wall behind him. Marion chuckled, biting lightly at the man’s neck. He teased the man for a few moments before suddenly sinking his teeth into the tender skin, earning a gasp. The vampire continued his movements until White reached his climax, chuckling slightly as the inexperienced man moaned loudly.

And so the night went on.

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White awoke slowly. He was sore all over—His neck, chest, and mostly his rear. A gray light came through the window—Dawn. He blinked blearily; suddenly realizing he was completely in the nude. Memories of the previous evening suddenly flooded his brain and his eyes widened. He’d meant to kill a vampire, and had ended up submitting to him. He looked around, spotting no one but himself. But there was clothing there that wasn’t his—A jacket and shoes.

His hand suddenly flew up to his neck, feeling the two puncture wounds, half-healed already.

Note to self: don’t sleep with your prey.

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Hey guys. I wrote a one-shot. I don’t write lemons. Um. Sorry?

I don’t know if I’ll ever do anything with these two again. If you want me to continue this…let me…know? Har har.

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