A/N: I do not own any of the characters. They are CLAMP's rightful property.
He looked closely at the skinny figure bowed over his own left arm. His glance fell on the fine, pale golden hair, the nearly closed eyelid with its long lashes almost touching the ivory cheek. Kurogane could sense the gentle pressure of the mage's lips on his skin, a strand of Fye's hair brushing against his forearm. He avoided the wizard's gaze, whose usually bright blue eye had turned into a dark shade of amber. He felt Fye's fine fingers clenching around his wrist, the mage's left hand tight around the ninja's own.
Neither of them spoke. There was too much to be said. Those two syllables had caused the designated effect.
Fye's tongue slid over the shinobi's broken skin, as his lips parted from the wrist. Carefully, it seemed, he gleaned every drop of blood.
A thin rill of the scarlet liquid poured over Kurogane's wrist, gushing forth over his palm, defining the rough lines of his hand and finally dripping off one of his fingers. Catching the vampire's eye, he felt the blonde's tounge tracing the dark red line. As the shinobi drew closer, the bloody lips twisted into a smile. The now usual, cold look in his eye, Fye spoke, jerking his head towards his companion's wrist, "That needs to be dressed, Kurogane."
A/N: There it is... my first drabble!!
First of all, and before I forget: Thanks a lot to my Kimi-chan (you find her stories under the pen-name "CLAMP-yuuko" over here) who helped me to find the setting (post Acid Tokyo, feeding scene...). Second, something I should have mentioned before: I did my best to proof read the story and I apologize for any mistakes I made and oversaw. English is not my first language.
And third, the usual... I hope you enjoyed it, and please review. Thanks in advance for doing so, and if not, thanks for taking the time to read my drabble.