Diabolik Lovers Seven Minutes in Heaven Ayato

         After finally returning from his turn, Laito took his place in front of the group and grinned. Though he said nothing about what had happened during his round, it was more than a little apparent that he was pleased with himself. “Hmm, which one of you girls should I pick to go next?” Looking even more confident and cocky than usual, he stepped up to you and took your hand. With one, swift tug, he pulled you out of your seat, to a standing position. “You're next.”

The moment he'd set his eyes on you, your heart started to race. You were so nervous and scared, you could hardly make your legs move. Somehow, you managed to make it to the box of items and place your hand inside without passing out. Soon after you placed your hand into the box, you heard a loud snapping noise. This noise was followed by a dull, throbbing pain in your middle finger. Shocked and even more frightened than before, you jerked your hand out of the items to reveal a mouse trap dangling from your finger. “W-what on earth is this?”

“That's a mousetrap, obviously. Can't you see?” Already standing beside you, Ayato roughly pulled the trap off of your finger and took your hand. “Come on, little mouse. Let's have some fun.” Smirking arrogantly, he led you away from the other players and into the spare room. As soon as he had you alone, with the door shut, you took a step away from you and began to look you over. Though it could have been your imagination, you couldn't help but feel like the majority of his attention was focused on one, particular area of your body. “Hmm.”

Growing increasingly uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze, you awkwardly wrapped your arm around yourself and blushed. “W-what are you doing? It's really not polite to stare you know.”

“Don't reprimand me about manners. It's not polite to interrupt either, so you have no room to talk.” Though he hadn't given you an answer as to what he was doing, he had, at least temporarily stopped staring. “Even if you did, you should just stay quiet.” Walking away from you, he dropped down to the couch and assumed a comfortable, relaxed position. Smirking again, he crooked his finger at you, beckoning you to join him. “Come sit with me, little mouse.”

“O-oh, right.” You didn't have any reason to disobey him, but your legs were shaking, making it rather hard for you to walk. Because of this, it took a moment before you finally did as you were told. Tired of waiting for you, Ayato took hold of your wrist as soon as you were close enough and made you sit on his lap, facing away from him.

“You're moving way too slow.” Obviously upset with you, his actions became rough and dominating. “You shouldn't have made me wait that long, now I'm annoyed.”

Fearful and embarrassed, you lowered your head and tightly shut your eyes. “S-sorry, I didn't mean to be slow. I couldn't make my legs work.”

Scoffing at your apology, Ayato moved your hair to the side and lowered his nose to your neck. The air around you was so still, you could feel each and every time he exhaled. “I need my turn to be the best. I need the others to know that, yours truly, dominated this game better than anyone else.” As Ayato spoke, he slowly moved his hands from your hips to your waist. “How can I do that if you won't cooperate?” Chuckling under his breath, he attempted to move his hands higher up your body, towards your chest.

When he did this, however, you quickly stopped him. Holding gently to his wrists, you pushed his hands back down and shook your head. “Please don't.” Due to your positioning, you couldn't see his face, but you knew he wasn't happy.

“I tried to be nice about this, little mouse. You should have appreciated that, but you didn't.” Cackling to himself, he effortlessly freed his wrists from your hands. “Now I'm going to let myself have some fun.” Already able to feel your fear, Ayato quickly became excited, prompting him to act on his impulses. Moving with lightning speed, he spun you around and slammed you face down on the couch, effectively trapping your hands under your own body. “If only I could see your face right now.” Sighing happily at the thought, he once again brushed your hair aside and bit into your neck.

Not at all expecting the deep, radiating pain, you released a pitiful sounding whimper. “N-not so hard. That hurts.”

Instead of doing as you asked and simply drinking your blood, however, he bit into you several more times in different locations, just to increase the pain you felt. You couldn't stop yourself from whimpering in pain each time he would bite you again, and every small sound you made only fed his seemingly insatiable appetite. Finally settling on a spot, located on the back of your shoulder, he bit down again and euphorically began to lap up your blood. Reveling in your scent and taste, Ayato reached his hand under your shirt and slowly inched his fingers upwards. Though you were sure you knew his intentions, you couldn't bring yourself to struggle. “Now you cooperate.” He scoffed. “Typical.”

Just before he reached his goal the door opened and Laito stepped inside. “Ayato, that's enough. You've proven your point.” Leaning against the door frame, Laito flicked on the lights, refusing to leave until he was sure Ayato would vacate the room. “If you want to continue, take her to your room.”

“You're such a killjoy.” Scowling wickedly at his brother, Ayato rolled off of the couch and pulled you to your feet. Already grinning again, he wrapped his long fingers around your forearm and led you out of the room. When you reached the main room, he didn't let you go as you had expected him to. To your surprise, he began eagerly tugging you towards the staircase. “Come on, little mouse. I've got a very special treat for you.”