Zero peered up at Kaname angrily, thrashing against the chains binding his weakening body. His veins burned with a liquid fire and every single nerve screamed in pain. The level E transformation was well underway. He shuddered and pulled at the heavy shackles, moving as far back from the pureblood as possible. "What the hell…are you…doing here," he panted, gritting his teeth and feeling his fangs graze the inside of his lips. A faint, sweet line of blood swelled up. He swallowed hungrily and looked up to see Kaname lick his own lips reflexively. "I think you already know Zero," he murmured, taking another step forward. "Yuki." Zero felt his eyes narrow. Suddenly, Kaname leaned forward, bringing his wrist to his mouth and paused. His eyes met Zero's and then he bit down hard, tearing his own flesh. The smell of fresh blood instantly flooded Zero's heightened senses and he felt his mouth water, his hungry gaze drifting to the small dots of red growing against Kaname's pale skin. Slowly, they began to run, making tiny rivers over the flesh before dripping torturously to the floor. One drop…another…Zero held his breath, trying to shut out the seductive scent. Kaname held the wound out to Zero. "Drink," he said coldly. Zero painfully turned his head away. He heard a quiet curse and found his head roughly grabbed and jerked back around. His cheek brushed the soft material of the vampire's uniform and Zero felt his silky hair against his lips. "Drink," Kaname ordered once more. Zero felt the warm pulse of blood through a suddenly vulnerable throat. Kaname reached up with his free hand and undid another button of his uniform. "Just do it," he said, this time his voice was soft, almost pitying. As revulsion and shame flooded Zero's mind, he lost control and bent closer to the warm flesh of Cross Academy's Night Class leader. Unable to stop himself, he sank his fangs in deep with a sudden desperation. Rich and viscous liquid filled his mouth, soothing his dry throat and heating his chilled skin. He sucked hungrily, unaware of his surroundings or how much time had passed.
When his thirst abated he withdrew his fangs and felt Kaname lean against him weakly. Feeling slightly obligated, and being obviously responsible for Kaname's condition, he stayed still and waited for the other vampire to compose himself. Kaname's body was athletic and muscular, but now Zero noticed a certain delicate fragility as he supported almost all of it's weight. The room grew hot and suddenly Zero's light clothing began to feel constricting. He fidgeted, suddenly wishing the man would hurry up and leave. After a moment he did, but as he walked out the empty, shadowy room suddenly seemed even darker than before.
Kaname stumbled into the hallway, breathing heavily. His heart was pounding hard and a wave of dizziness crashed over him. His usually cool, pale skin was flushed and a slight blush had risen weakly to his cheeks. The blush was inexplicable. It shouldn't have happened from being fed on by another vampire. The blush deepened a little as he touched the tiny, fading marks on his neck. It had hurt feeling Zero's fangs break the skin, but his mouth had been warm and soft. Kaname shivered and immediately felt self disgust pour over him. Why am I remembering that now?