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AN: First time I'm writing on Vampire Knight. I'm fairly new to this fandom, and haven't read a lot of the fics. So please do tell me what you think, and if a similar story exists, let me know.
He hated himself for doing this, needing this. This act that made a mockery of his humanity, and degenerated him into the very monsters he was taught to hate.
But cravings needed to be satiated, or else he would have to suffer the inevitable descent into insanity, and that was a level he refused to fall to. He had promised Yuuki that he would survive, and he would be damned before he broke a promise to her. His word was all he had now.
He would cling onto the tiny shred of humanity that still lingered. And if that meant drinking the blood of a pureblood, then so be it. And so desperately reminding himself of his promise, he sucked on Kuran's neck, needing the blood like a lifeline and an anchor to his conscience. The irony wasn't lost on Zero.
Kuran was impassive as usual, stoically letting him drink the purest of all the blood vampires had ever known. His parching thirst was gone now, replaced by an insistent want for more of the sweet nectar, and so he sucked less urgently.
His parted lips quirked as he imagined the horrified faces of all the nobles, if they ever learned that their precious leader's blood was sullied by a mere ex human. But what he really wanted was a reaction from Kuran.
It infuriated him that the pureblood had seen him on the brink of insanity, and on the verge of becoming a ruthless killer, while he, Zero had never witnessed anything that might besmirch the pureblood's spotless image.
Even while offering his neck in seeming submission to his love-rival, the haughty aristocrat hadn't batted an eyelash, and desperate for some kind of crack through the emotional armour of his host, Zero did the only thing that he could do in such a helpless situation.
He licked the soft flesh between his teeth sensuously, laving it with slow steady strokes, as if savouring a delicious taste, and admittedly it was, much to Zero's chagrin. He purposely let some of the blood flow out, and dislodged his fangs to chase after the crimson liquid, which was scattered all over Kuran's left pectoral. He lapped at the straying flows of blood, letting his mouth travel all over Kuran's chest.
He had no idea what he was doing, or what he was going to do. All he knew was that he felt an almost imperceptible shiver through his busy tongue from Kuran's body, and he wanted more of that, to a greater degree.
Zero smirked when he saw the vast stretch of skin before him erupt in gooseflesh, along with the twin buds of dusky flesh that hardened, and flattened his lips, lest the perceptive pureblood notice his smug expression, and catch onto the game. He could care less about how Kuran was receiving his behaviour; all he wanted was some damned emotional display. But for now, this was enough, or he would risk drawing the pureblood's suspicions.
He minutely shifted himself closer, slightly touching the body in front, and his previously balled up fists that were hanging by his sides, cradled the neck, and with one final long draught, released the pureblood.
Zero looked straight at him, pleased to see the flickers of unease in those brown depths, and thanked him, surprised to see that that simple statement could garner such a startled and bewildered expression from the pureblood. And then he fled, away from the abode of all the night students, and away from the insufferable pureblood.
Well maybe next time I'll get even more out of that statue, Zero thought, his normally brooding and melancholic mood after blood consumptions unexpectedly mitigated by the pureblood's reactions.
But slowly, after all slow and steady wins the race, or in this case, game.