Kaname often wondered which part of Zero was tastiest.
It could be the boy's lips, sweet as nectar and smooth as a virgin's but which yielded only to him.
He'd always resented the fact that he wasn't the boy's first kiss, for in most other aspects he was the first. But he'd had to let go of that notion, making sure that every other kiss Zero had was from him and from no one else. He was most protective of him during Christmas, with mistletoe in the air and jealous nobles and elites after his precious.
It pleased him to no end, taking those pouting lips with his own and rendering his frowns useless and utterly adorable.
It could also be the boy's skin. Alabaster and paler than moonlight, bloodless even, when the lighting was favorable. It made him think that he'd already been bled dry, that all that was left was an empty shell.
He recalls with a frozen kind of dread the time when he'd been told about his meeting with the Pureblood Princess, and at that moment his lover's reluctant nature made terrifying sense.
That his skin, pale as snow, would have been stained by the red of his own blood, was an act he strived to tie only with pleasurable memories.
Could it be the boy's taste itself? Zero was a virgin after all, no one had ever shown him the pleasures of the flesh, and Kaname hopes that Ichiru wasn't as incestuous as his smirks said.
Bad enough that he'd de-virginized Zero's lips before he could, they'd shared the same bed since they were little! Surely he didn't go so far as to taste his brother in that fashion? Only Kaname himself had that right, and he would be sure to protect that right as if it were the birthright to the throne of the world.
Perhaps, it was Zero's blood.
Any vampire knew that a human's blood was equal to his life, and Zero's had the inexplicably sweet taste that spoke of deep sorrow and fear. He knew it was wrong for him to feast upon such a spread, but it called to him, even more so than any noble vampire's, for that very reason-- if he could but share in Zero's pain, it would mean the world to him.
No one else was to know of the boy's innermost heart, and he cursed Shizuka Hiou every day of his immortal life for being the first to do so.
Sighing, the pure blood dropped a kiss to his napping lover's forehead, earning himself a slightly sleepy and confused pout. There was no way he could compare those parts of his lover to Zero as a whole, it would've defeated his logic in any case, the logic which thus allowed him to conclude that, since every part of Zero was undoubtedly the best, he would just have to say that his lover was ambrosia, made especially for one god alone.
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Author's Notes: Pilfered from SACRIFICE. Zero = Tastiest Man Alive and Kaname = (Selfish!)Connoiseur. We should never hope to indulge ourselves in Zero's presence, Kaname himself would see that we only get a certain amount of it, at certain times, provided that his needs came first. Pfft. Sheesh, Kaname, just lock him up in a tower, why don't you?
That said, R&R, good folks (I'm losing synonyms for this term-- unless anyone wants to be called a porcupine, this'll be permanent).
EDIT: I just had an 'OMFGwherearemyfilesMyUSB'sbeeninfectedEEEEEKKK' moment prior to posting this. Uhn.