After those calming breaths, and the words he spoke, D simply stopped breathing. He was deep enough into his vampiric side that the need for it had left him, and his skin was colder than ever beneath Luke's hand.

"Alright." D really wanted to believe, for just that moment. But he'd never had much faith in anyone or anything. If Luke died, he'd come back. That made all of this very different than biting a human or anything else for which death was permanent.

Once again he leaned in, and this time he didn't pause. His long fangs slid easily into Luke's already scarred neck, finding the right spot out of instinct rather than experience. The pain of denying his blood thirst was immediately replaced with the unsurpassed bliss of sinking his teeth into a willing throat to drink from the fount of life. D kept his fangs in the wounds to slow the blood spilling into his mouth, to prolong the moment of ecstasy for both of them.