Heya, y'all! So, I wanted to write a Valentine's Day VK, KaZe fic, but I missed the date because of stupid schoolwork. I asked you lovely companions if you still wanted me to write one, as a (VERY, VERY, VERY) belated V-Day fic, and you said yes, so here it is!
Let the sexiness begin in this AU.
WARNING: This is a yaoi story, meaning there will be homosexual relationships, and let's be realistic, you love that as much as I do.
If you don't like yaoi, please tell me what you were expecting to read in a rated-M fic with Kaname and Zero listed as the main pairing.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock...
"Kaname?"
Tick-tock. Tick...
"Hmm?"
Tick-tock...
"Are you cheating on me?"
Tick...
The first time Kaname met Zero was at one of his favorite restaurants. The brunet had gone out to celebrate his third anniversary with his wife, Yuki, and Zero had been their server for the night. Thinking back, Kaname found it kind of funny how the silveret had managed to get his attention in less than a second.
Out of all the beautiful things the brunet had been surrounded with—the fancy Italian design of the restaurant, with its wonderful arches and paintings and statues; the delicious food, presented and cooked to perfection; the calm, romantic atmosphere; his beautiful, lovely wife—only Zero had stood out to him.
Maybe it was because Kaname was used to seeing refined, sophisticated surroundings. Born and raised in a family that ranked high in society, the young brunet had always been pampered and treated like a little prince; whatever he asked for, his parents and servants would provide him, and it would always be with the best quality. Even when he'd met Yuki, the girl had been presented to him wearing a beautiful dress that accentuated her innocent features and feminine grace.
Zero was none of that. He was rogue, acting out of his own volition, never taking orders from anyone (except for his boss, but that's a given). He possessed none of the grace Kaname had grown so accustomed to, none of the aristocracy he'd spent his whole life in.
And yet, for some strange reason, garnet eyes didn't once stray from the waiter throughout the whole night.
Kaname had been mesmerized by the man's silky, silver hair, the color so enchanting in its anomaly. It made his eyes stand out, a warm lavender that never once betrayed his emotions, a color quite becoming on him. He was tall, but not scrawny, filling out his dark uniform quite well, and Kaname had caught himself more than once staring at the boy's rather pleasant ass as he walked away from their table. Each time he would feel guilty, eyes immediately snapping towards his wife, only to see that she was either engrossed in her food or making comments on the restaurant's elegant furniture, and he would let out a small sigh of relief.
Zero's voice was melodic, Kaname observed as the silveret kept coming to their table, asking if they needed anything else—he never once tried to hide his real emotions behind the fake smile the other waiters seemed to have mastered so well, and the brunet was once again charmed by such an unprofessional attitude. It was deep, but not too much so, and carried the edge of youth of someone who was only beginning to step foot in their twenties. Kaname had wondered if the job had perhaps been just a part-time one, but he never bothered asking—it wasn't polite, for one, and he had no reason to start such a personal conversation with their server when he was supposed to instead direct all his attention to his wife.
"Kaname, is something wrong?" Yuki's sweet voice had startled him out of his thoughts, eyes immediately meeting her big, brown ones filled with concern.
Kaname had forced a gentle smile on his face, swiftly replying with, "No, dearest, everything is fine."
When Yuki had smiled at him, not once doubting his word (for she loved him so much that she could never think of him as a liar), the brunet had made it his top priority to regard only her for the rest of their evening. They exchanged sweet words of love, held hands over the table, toasted to yet another year of marriage, and when they returned home later that night, they made love, and Yuki was all smiles and happiness afterwards.
She fell asleep to the sound of his voice, a gentle smile on her face as she cuddled up to his side, angelic and beautiful as always.
He fell asleep to silver and lavender, piercings and tattoos, and dreamed of a rogue man whispering his name like only a lover would.
I decided to make this a multi-chapter story, because why not. The chapters will be a little short (except for the smut, whenever that comes, because apparently I always write around 10,000 words of pure sex when I feel like it), but they will come at a fairly rapid pace as long as my muse keeps singing.
I hate the act of cheating, I really do. A form of betrayal like that should never be forgiven, let it be known that is my opinion on the matter. I don't believe this is something I'll do much in the future, seeing as the subject makes me uncomfortable, but I thought it would be interesting to at least try my hand at writing a fic like this.
I hope you enjoyed it, please do leave a comment to let me know. You guys may think it's stupid, but reading your thoughts makes me happy :D
