Vampire Loveprize

Chapter 1

AN: To anyone who reads the Finder Series, welcome to the strange mash-up of Asami=Kaname and Takaba=Zero. To anyone who hasn't read the Finder Series, GET TO IT! You don't need to in order to understand this story, but it is a wonderful yaoi and is a must for any collector *hearts* It's full of juicy relationships and two wonderfully electric characters!

To anyone following me or my other stories: you may have noticed three different updates in the last two days... consider it an apology for leaving for so long and enjoy these gifts to you!

Please enjoy and look forward to the next installment.

Zero was running for his life. The people chasing him had found him snooping around the warehouse that he thought would aid in his department's investigation. They were supposedly a part of a huge crime ring that stretched to every state surrounding their own small one.

A part of Zero's investigation goals was to find out where the base of operations was located. It seemed logical to the organization hiring Zero that the crime lord would operate of a larger country with more resources and power on the international level. But Zero had a different view; he believed that a huge ring like this wouldn't want to deal with power-hungry government officials who would want to use the ring's power for their own gain. He knew, personally, the leaders of their relatively small country and he also knew that they were as their state was. These thugs would easily be able to control the weak-kneed leaders and threaten them to do whatever they wished.

This was why he had been at that damn warehouse. He'd gotten a very reliable tip that there would be an exchange between the top-dog, the leader, and whomever his current benefactor was. Zero had set up days ago so as to not alert the people when the job went down. He had the perfect spot set up when a couple of extremely large men had shown up and scoped out the area. Unluckily for the private investigator, they were extremely thorough.

And now he was running for his life with all of his gear left behind in his former hiding place. It was a good thing he kept his body in shape or else he would have been caught already. He'd, of course, been chased before, but usually they gave up after a couple of blocks. Not these guys. No, they weren't throwing in the towel just yet.

After turning down who knows how many dark alleys and random blocks, Zero finally shook his pursuers. He was sitting behind a dirty green dumpster trying his hardest to catch his breath as quietly as possible. In a neighborhood like this one, you never knew who was watching you from where. Thankfully, it was pretty dark and since he'd been staking out, he had on black clothing and a black hat to cover his obnoxious silver hair.

Eventually, Zero's breathing returned to normal and he did a quick report of his situation. He was in a majorly shady area for one, and two, he'd lost all of his gear back at the chosen spot. He groaned, completely frustrated with himself. All of his personal information was in the damn camera bag: his full legal name, his phone, his freaking credit cards. And, of course, all the data he'd collected for the investigation.

He shoved his head in his hands, running them up under his hat and into his sweaty hair. He was so not getting paid.

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"Have you located the boy?" Kaname was quickly getting fed up with the incompetence that his employees were exhibiting. The trade-off he'd had planned for a weeks was now being postponed because of this Zero Kiryu character. He brought the up-to-date driver's license up to his eye-level so he could examine it once more.

The boy was extremely attractive with his flashy silver hair and burning lilac eyes. He was only twenty-two and was working full-time as a very successful private investigator. Needless to say, Kaname was impressed.

"No sir, we lost him near lady Ruka's apartment and we're contacting her now for an update."

Kaname nodded, knowing that Akatsuki would call him as soon as the boy was in their possession, and quickly ended the call then promptly poured himself a drink. It was his usual routine to congratulate himself after a successful 'business venture,' but today he needed motivation to keep himself awake. It had been a long-ass night.

About twenty minutes of semi-relaxing on his couch with his half-finished scotch, Kaname received a call from Akatsuki.

"Sir we've got him—located him in an alleyway in the southern seventh district."

"Good, escort him to the nearest safe house and let him rest. I'll be there shortly."

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Before he even had the chance to lament his future lack of a paycheck, Zero found himself being pulled up by the scruff of his jacket by a huge man. He filed away the general appearance for the police report he would submit once he got back home. He barely had their faces memorized when a black-bag was shoved over his head.

As soon as his vision went black, his legs started kicking. He was fairly proud of his ability to escape situations and the prowess he had in street fighting. He felt his left foot connect with the gut of one of the men and the following grunt made him smile and continue his assault with vigor. Hands started grabbing his legs and a major chill shot through his body; his legs suddenly felt as if they weren't there and they dropped to the ground. His arms soon followed and he knew he'd been drugged.

Well, great. This day couldn't get any shittier, could it?

He was dragged from the alley and into a car, a posh one probably, if the goons were anything to go by. There were no words exchanged just the low hum of the engine sounded as Zero was shipped off to God knows where. And whatever it was that they had injected him with was interfering with his senses because no matter how much he tried to figure out the path they were taking, the roads they turned down, the sounds and smells where all wrong in his mind. He couldn't categorize what was happening and it was frustrating him to no end.

He didn't know how long it was, but eventually the stopped and he was forcibly removed from the car. The going was faster than he thought possible since his arms and legs were still useless piles of lead at the moment; still, the two thugs were hauling ass to the inside of a really cold building.

Up a flight of stairs, somebody said something about the top floor and he was forced into an elevator which was rank with the odor of tobacco. By the time the ding signaling their arrival sounded, the feeling in Zero's legs and arms was coming back and he was sure he'd be able to get out of this one before the situation got any worse.

The top floor was considerable warmer that the rest of the building was and Zero had a sneaking suspicion that this was the only floor that was actually serving any purpose. He was shoved forward one last time before the bag was ripped off his head.

In front of him was the highest class condo he'd ever seen in his life. There were multiple couches surrounding a single clear coffee table with a tumbler of whiskey or scotch, Zero couldn't tell. He assumed that it wasn't for him, and even if it was, there was no way he would ever indulge in a drink of alcohol from the people who just dragged him from an alley. After briefly smirking to himself about his cleverness, he was pulled from his thoughts by the door behind him opening once more. He turned and his lungs forgot how to work as his breath was taken from his chest.

In front of him stood the very same man he was supposed to be investigating, the one who had the entire area thoroughly searched before anything began: Kaname Kuran. The guy was supposedly the top-most mafia man in the whole region, the puppeteer behind the scenes. Of course, all that was speculation because there was no such evidence against him. In fact, when Zero had started the investigation, everything that came up was so squeaky clean it almost made him gag. On the surface, this man was the owner of all the high-class night clubs and even had owned majority of the stocks in many of the five-star hotels in country and even in a few of the surrounding states.

So following that line of thought, Zero immediately bristled at his presence. He figured if this guy was this careful about a getting rid of rats, then there was no way Zero was gonna get close enough to get any real information from him. This man is definitely dangerous.

But he wasn't all that bad looking either. He was adorned in a fancy-ass Italian Armani suit and was in the middle of removing the coat and his tie when Zero was flashed with a holster nestled to the side of his chest, snug under his arm. His eyes were a smoldering burgundy, reminding him faintly of a movie he once saw with one of his old girlfriends, and his hair fell in chocolate locks to just short of his shoulders. The entirety of this man had Zero's heart pumping: either in fear or anticipation.

Even though he was the only thing there, Kuran bypassed him in favor of the tumbler and a cigarette which had Zero curling his nose in disgust. He sat down on the couch furthest from the door and relaxed, his eyes closed as he took drag after drag, slowly exhaling the toxic fumes from his system.

It was only after Zero legitimately started coughing and gagging that he opened his eyes, snuffed out the fading tobacco and spoke.

"You are Kiryuu Zero."

Zero glared at him, refusing to grace his majesty with the confirmation of his identity. The man's expression didn't change even a little bit at Zero's silence. He only allowed for a pause to see if there would be an answer, and when he didn't receive one, continued.

"It's quite alright if you keep up the silence, I already obtained all your information so graciously through your black bag. And I'm sure you have no questions considering your occupation so let's just skip to the real reason you are here Kiryuu-kun."

Zero opened his mouth, adamant about proving this stuck-up, rich bastard wrong but was cut off by a cloth covering his mouth. Despite knowing what would happen, he inhaled sharply in surprise and the last thing he saw was the smirking face of his kidnapper before everything went black.

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He felt like his was floating atop the surface of a calm lake. He couldn't feel anything and he felt more relaxed than he had in ages. There was something in the back of his mind screaming at him to get out of this weird state and back to reality, but he completely ignored it. What could be so bad about relaxing in a lake.

Zero felt weird then and opened his eyes only to be dragged under the water. He felt drops running over his hair and down his cheeks, but nowhere else. He groaned, not understanding what was happening when a familiar voice entered his ears.

"So you're awake, Kiryuu Zero?"

"K-Kuran!" He was standing directly in front of him, smoking another freaking cigarette.

He tried to lunge away but something clanked and there was no way for him to move. All of his limbs were constricted and he could only move his head without something else aching with strain. He looked down at his body only to widen his eyes, completely taken aback by what he saw.

There were leather straps all over his body. He could feel the collar around his neck connecting to straps surrounding his shoulders and traveling down the side of his body on either side. He saw the large black piece circling his middle, right below his chest, where the most constriction could be felt; it was keeping him from breathing too deeply without experiencing some pain. Then there was a completely different set of straps trapping his legs into an extremely embarrassing position. They were situated around the middle of his thighs and each ankle and connected by a chain that kept him from unbending his knee and moving his calf from the back of his thigh.

Plus, the bastard had straps around his bent knees and cords connected to them so that his legs were wide open. And he had his hands chained above his head, stretching out his torso in an awkward way.

And the worst part was the freaking contraption surrounding his pelvis and the damn cords sitting way too snuggly around his balls.

Zero didn't like this… he didn't like this at all. But really what kind of sick person does stuff like this.

"B-bastard! What is this! What's going on?" Zero tried to move his arms, his legs, anything—but all it got him was pain and a little smirk from his majesty.

Kaname looked like he was thoroughly enjoying Zero's torment. "I thought I'd grant you you're wish." he pushed Zero's shins against his thighs, pushing his legs up against his chest. Zero felt a draft way down south and started freaking out when Kaname smiled once more, "You've got a nice body, Kiryuu-kun."

Zero felt the blood rise to his face and set up camp. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him.

"W-why are you doing this? I'm a guy…" more pressure surged up and he felt like he was being held under water too long.

Kuran just smiled and let go of his legs, allowing him some much needed breathing room. Zero hoped he had lost interest already but his hopes were thrown from a plane and crushed under a train when his kidnapper picked up a clear phial from the table behind him.

"You look scared," he smile, coming closer again, "Your job is to find out more about me, right? So I'll tell you." A big warm hand came up and covered Zero's mouth. Completely surprised, he inhaled sharply through his nose, not fully realizing Kuran had lifted the phial to so he would take the fumes deep into his system. "We have all the time in the world."

Kaname held it there for a second, letting Zero breathe as much of it in as possible before popping the lid back on. He lifted Zero's chin and they locked eyes. Kuran was saying something but Zero's mind was hazy and all he could think about was how hot he was getting, so the words went over his head. His heart started pounding like crazy he was sure it was going to jump out his chest. He focused on the beat it was making, trying to ignore everything else around him…but that didn't last for very long.

"Where have you gone, Kiryuu-kun?"

Zero threw his head back and bit back a cry when a tongue brushed over the ear clasp and warm breathe ghosted over his cheek. He couldn't stop his breathing from running wild as hands mapped out his chest, nails digging into his skin, making his burn with need. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin with every touch, every time this man's hands made him writhe, whenever his breath skipped across his skin.

His mind was clearing up slightly thought because a not a second later he heard a quiet chuckle.

"It's working quite nicely, you're already hard."

"A-ah!" Zero arched back as far as his restraints would let him when a cool hand wrapped around his heated length and started stroking it. He didn't want to feel this, but there was no denying the marvelous wonders that this man's hand was doing to his body. He clenched his eyes, the heat starting to build to crazy heights when he heard Kuran tsk.

"You're not going to come yet."

Zero cried out when something foreign entered his urethra. He struggled against the leather and bucked his hips instinctually in painful pleasure.

"It seems you've never been teased down here before," said Kaname as he worked the catheter deeper. Zero curled in on himself, trying his hardest to keep the embarrassing moans contained, but the need has to escape someway and instantly he found tears falling slowly from his clouded lilac eyes.

Kaname only smirked at his reaction and bent forward to tease Zero's head with his tongue, distracting his captive as he tied another leather strip around the base of his cock to keep the boy from coming too quickly. When he finished he grabbed the strained member with a free hand and looked heatedly at the bound detective. He enjoyed the way Kiryuu's eyes lit up then quickly darkened with heady need as he once again took to tonguing his erection.

"Don't cry, Zero, everything will change in a moment."

Zero didn't believe him, but even if he did, a moment later everything went black and, again, the last thing he saw was that bastard's smirking face.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it! The whole first lemon is based off of the scene in chapter 1 of Viewfinder, so I don't own the ideas just the way I've written it. The rest of them, hopefully the train-wheels will come off, I will be basing loosely off chapters in Viewfinder so I feel less like a thief O.o

Please forgive me!

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