Mark upon the Neck - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The night had grown deep. The castle was very quiet. Candlelight in the corridor flickered softly in the breeze, and moonlight fell through the bedchamber window onto the soft carpet. Luka stood by the window, admiring the view of the courtyard. The moonlight was especially beautiful tonight. The shadows of distant trees swayed slowly in the night wind, and now and then a few bats could be seen flying across the sky above the castle. She remembered what Gakupo had said to her earlier. *I want to cherish you.* Every time she recalled those words, the corners of her lips lifted without her noticing. They had been in love for a very long time, yet Gakupo could always use a few simple words to make her feel that heart-fluttering thrill of new love all over again. "What are you thinking about?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her. Before Luka could turn around, she felt a pair of arms gently wrap around her waist. Gakupo was holding her from behind. He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his cheek close to her hair, and his familiar scent made Luka relax naturally. "I'm thinking about you." She answered with a smile. "Oh? Might I have the honor of knowing what Your Highness is thinking?" "Of course, I'm thinking about a certain vampire duke who said a lot of embarrassing things today." Gakupo laughed softly. "It seems my performance tonight wasn't bad." "Not bad? That's an understatement." Luka laid her hands over his and held them gently. "I'm still thinking about it now." "Then I should be happy." He tightened his arms slightly, drawing her more fully into his embrace. The two simply stood there quietly, admiring the moonlight outside the window. After a while, Gakupo's gaze fell on Luka's shoulder and neck. The small mark from when he had drunk her blood earlier still remained there. Although the wound had healed, for vampires such a mark still carried special meaning. It was proof of the intimacy shared between lovers. Gakupo lowered his head slightly and placed a soft kiss near her shoulder. Luka felt his movement and turned her face slightly. "Hm? What is it?" "Nothing." His voice was right by her ear. "I just wanted to be a little closer to you." Having said that, he slowly moved his kisses along her shoulder toward where it met her neck. When his lips touched the skin where the mark had been left, Luka couldn't help shrinking her shoulder slightly. "Gakupo..." "Does it tickle?" "A little." He stopped and raised his eyes to look at her. "Then I'll be gentler." Luka couldn't help laughing. "I never said you couldn't." Only after receiving her answer did Gakupo lower his head again. He tenderly kissed the healed wound, then softly ran his tongue over the place where the mark had been left, as though wanting to treasure that intimate imprint. His movements were very gentle, without any urgency, filled only with the delicate attachment between lovers. Luka leaned back against him, feeling his kisses and his breath. "You really like that spot." "Because it's the mark I left." Gakupo said it quite frankly. "And every time I see it, I remember the night you chose to trust me." Luka's gaze softened as she listened. She turned slightly so that she could face him. "But it isn't only your mark, you know." "Hm?" "Because it's also proof that I was willing to share my blood with you." She reached out and gently stroked his cheek. "It belongs to both of us." Gakupo smiled slightly, took her hand, and left a tender kiss in her palm. "You're right." Luka looked at him, then suddenly rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips. "So you mustn't just admire your own handiwork." "Then what should I do?" "You should also cherish the person who left this mark." Hearing this, a smile surfaced in Gakupo's eyes. "That, I have never forgotten." He drew her into his arms again and bent his head to exchange a gentle kiss with her. Luka's arms circled his neck, and even when they parted briefly, she still didn't let go of him. "Gakupo." "I'm here." "Actually, I really like it when you hold me from behind, too." "Is that so?" "Mm. It makes me feel safe, and sometimes it startles me, too." "Then next time, I'll tell you beforehand." "No." Luka shook her head with a smile. "Being suddenly embraced like that once in a while is nice, too." Gakupo raised an eyebrow slightly. "So Your Highness likes surprises like this." "Only from you." She added this deliberately. Gakupo's smile grew even gentler. "I'd be glad to." Then he took Luka's hand and led her to the sofa by the window. After they sat down, Luka naturally leaned into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. Gakupo stroked her long hair, occasionally bending down to kiss her forehead and cheeks. "The moon is so beautiful tonight," Luka said softly. "Yes." "Let's go for a walk in the courtyard together tomorrow." "I remember promising you." "And admire the roses together." "All right." "And then..." Luka paused slightly and looked up at him. "Tomorrow, hold me, too." Gakupo laughed. "That doesn't need to wait until tomorrow." He reached out and held her even tighter, placing a kiss on her forehead. Luka closed her eyes happily. For them, eternity wasn't some unreachably distant stretch of time. It was every night being able to be close to each other, just like this. The small mark left between her shoulder and neck was long since more than just the trace of a single sharing of blood. It was proof of their love. And in this castle surrounded by endless night, Gakupo would still hold Luka from behind again and again, kiss her, and tell her in the gentlest way: No matter how many years passed, he would always cherish her.