Disclaimer: I do not own VK. All rights belong to Matsuri Hino.

Warnings: Nudity, Kink, Blood, and much, much more

Author's Notes: I'm honestly not sure how long this will be. However, please enjoy and feel free to leave comments!

Pairings:Kaname X Aido….and later, Aido X ? Stayed tuned if you wanna find out!

Preview Line:Kaname belonged to him, not forever, just in these brief moments. He could do as he pleased with Kaname. That was what Kaname's eyes told him.

The Stained Marble

Chapter One
Teach Me

Translucent, turquoise, a perfect circle.

Aido gripped the marble in his hand, feeling its small precious weight against the center of his palm. How could such an insignificant object make him feel so peaceful?

Aido rolled onto his side, the bed sheets tangling around his body, and he held up the tiny marble into the filtered light from the stained glass window of his room. The little amount of light that peaked through the window decorated Aido's room in shades of red and dark blue, and turned the once turquoise marble almost black.

Aido frowned, sighed, and sat up in bed, clasping the marble away from the disgusting rays of light in his room. Dressed in his bunny rabbit print pajamas, Aido stretched, slipped on his matching bunny slippers, but before going to take his shower, he opened the drawer of his nightstand. Inside Aido opened a smaller box with the lock on it and gently placed his cherished marble inside. Aido quickly took the key from around his neck, locked the box, and closed the drawer.

As he walked to the bathroom, his thoughts began to drift. Aido wondered when his life became centered around Kaname. Why did Aido keep replaying that day in his mind over and over again? The day that Kaname handed him that damned blue marble!

Aido shook his head even as the cold water poured over his blond hair, soaking it down. No, he thought, it wasn't because of that day that Aido couldn't stop thinking about Kaname.

Lately, it was as if Kaname were a different person all together. Ever since Aido and the rest of the Night Class had followed him to Cross Academy, Aido could tell that something was wrong with Kaname. Something was different. He had changed somehow, almost like he was suffering but didn't want to admit it.

Aido clenched his jaw, turned off the water, and grabbed for a towel. His mind still wandered. He remembered what Kaname looked like every time he interacted with Yuuki Cross, and it was only then that Kaname made that face; the face of vulnerability. Aido hated it that Kaname could be so weak around her, and on top of it, she didn't even seem to notice or care.

Frustrated by his thoughts, Aido finished drying off, grabbed a pair of clothes from his closet, and went back to the bathroom to brush out his ruffled hair. Staring into his own reflection, Aido's bright blue eyes only reminded him of that damn marble. Why couldn't he think of anything else besides Kaname? And what was he supposed to do about it?

Aido's anxiety over Kaname and his own incompetence were at its boiling point. He couldn't just sit and watch Kaname suffer anymore, but at the same time, he didn't know how to help Kaname, or even if he should. But perhaps, like he had done long ago on that day, he would go to Kaname and offer himself and his services once again. Even if it didn't make a difference at all, at least Aido will have known that he had tried his hardest to ease Kaname's suffering.

Aido finished buttoning up his blue-collared shirt and tucking it in. He kept on the pink bunny slippers and didn't bother with putting on his dress shoes since he'd just be going down the hallway to Kaname's study.

The Night Class didn't have any classes until nighttime, but they often woke up midday or late evening. By the glare on his glass window, Aido could already guess that it was approaching evening hours.

Aido chewed his lower lip nervously as he thought about all of the things he would say to Kaname and of Kaname's possible responses. The latter had Aido's stomach in knots, and for several minutes, he couldn't seem to even open the door to his own room.

Nevertheless, Aido took a deep breath, cleared his thoughts of all negative possibilities and tried to regain his determination. He opened his door and headed down the long corridor, leading to Kaname's study all the way at the end.

Aido's footsteps slowed just short of Kaname's tall, wooden doors, and he raised a hand to knock, then lowered it, but raised it again. Aido fidgeted, debating what to do, but too scared to act now that he was face-to-face with Kaname's door.

One of the doors to Kaname's study burst open, revealing Kaname, who stood slightly behind the doorway with a smug but dark expression.

"Hanabusa, I thought I heard someone. Come in." His voice was low, husky, and business-like.

Feeling as if he'd been caught-in-the-act, Aido followed Kaname through the doors, shutting the door behind him. Kaname ignored Aido's presence as he crossed back over to his mahogany desk and sat down in his black leather chair.

Kaname wore his usual black buttoned-up shirt except several of the top buttons were messily left undone as if he were purposefully trying to show off his toned muscles underneath. Kaname's body was taut with lean muscles, traveling from his biceps to the chiseled abs hidden underneath his collared shirt. He also wore nice tan trousers and black polished shoes.

Kaname's flowing brown locks fell dangerously into his eyes, which were surrounded by long, luscious eyelashes. Aido scanned Kaname's body in its entirety, jealousy seeping in as he realized he would never look anything like Kaname with his shorter build and smaller muscles.

Kaname crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair nonchalantly. "What brings you here, Hanabusa?"

Kaname's mere presence had distracted Aido from his task at hand, and flustered, Aido began pulling on the edges of his sleeves, yet another nervous tick of his. Aido managed to clear his throat, uncomfortable under Kaname's watchful gaze, and he bravely took another step into the room. Aido knew he would lose his nerve if he didn't move closer.

Aido opened his mouth to speak to Kaname, to say something, but suddenly and embarrassingly, he realized he had no idea what to say or how to start out. Aido didn't have any solid evidence as to why Kaname was acting the way he was and looking so vulnerable all the time. He couldn't be positive that it was because of Yuuki, so he couldn't bring her up.

The more Aido stood dumbfounded with his mouth open and his fingers fidgeting, the more he felt foolish for even thinking he could find the right words to ease Kaname's pain. Aido worried even if he found the right words, his words wouldn't be enough to ease Kaname. He also feared that if he said the wrong thing, Kaname would throw him away, forcing him to leave Kaname's side forever.

At that somber thought, Aido's nervous fidgeting stopped and his whole body began shaking slightly but uncontrollably. Kaname's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He uncrossed his legs and slowly stood up. He stayed by his desk and let out a long, trembling sigh.

"Hanabusa, you smell of fear," Kaname said, closed his eyes, and threw his head back to sniff the air about him.

Aido watched as Kaname licked his lips, tasting the essence of Aido's fear and drowning in it. An involuntary shudder traveled down Aido's spine as the pull of desire spiked within the room.

Kaname opened his eyes fully, turning his attention back to Aido, perhaps realizing he'd almost lost himself to the bloodlust and desire.

"Please, Hanabusa, don't come in here and fear me. You'll tempt me too much," Kaname said but his voice was barely above a whisper.

Aido recognized that tone in Kaname's voice and knew he was vulnerable, weak. And here, Aido thought it was all Yuuki Cross' fault, but as Aido stared at Kaname in disbelief, he saw a shattered, broken, and almost raw Kaname.

Kaname's icy exterior, which kept everyone at bay, lay broken and crumbled at his feet. Aido didn't think he alone had done this, but that perhaps Kaname had slowly been becoming like this since arriving at Cross Academy.

Aido hated seeing him like this. It wasn't the Kaname he knew and loved. Aido would change him back no matter what the cost.

The fear and shaking were gone, dissipated with Aido's determination and courage. He took a few more steps closer to Kaname's desk and into the study. Kaname's brown eyes widened as he noticed the resolve in Aido's brilliant, blue eyes.

"Kaname, I don't want you to suffer anymore. I don't know why you are like this, but you remember that I swore I'd serve you and only you. I love you, Kaname!" Aido cried, and as he reached Kaname, Aido fell to his knees before Kaname, grabbing onto Kaname's trousers for dear life.

Utter silence followed, and Aido felt his eyes welling up as his face began to flush red from embarrassment when his last words, 'I love you, Kaname!' continued to ring loudly in his ears.

Fearful of punishment, or worse rejection, Aido buried his tearful face in Kaname's thigh.

"Hanabusa," Kaname said softly, and Aido flinched.

Aido expected Kaname to violently shove him off, or to use his powers on Aido, but when he heard Kaname's gentle reply, Aido was thrown completely off guard.

Aido froze as Kaname lightly stroked his golden hair with his long slender fingers. His touch was soothing and relaxing, and before Aido knew it, Kaname's fingers trailed down towards Aido's chin, lightly pulling up, and drawing Aido's eyes up into Kaname's dark gaze.

Kaname's dark brown eyes looked almost black in the dim light of his office, and Aido gulped as he realized Kaname's eyes were dark from desire. What did that mean? Did Kaname desire Aido physically, or did he just desire his blood? But if it was Aido's blood, how come Kaname's eyes hadn't turned red from the bloodlust?

Aido gave Kaname a questioningly look, but he only smirked down at Aido confidently. Kaname's smirk grew somewhat wicked, and before Aido could protest or even blink, Kaname grabbed Aido's right hand and brought it up to Kaname's crotch.

Through the thin material of the trousers, Aido easily felt Kaname's hardness and felt his own face flush from embarrassment. But even if Aido actually wanted to pull his hand away, Aido could never disobey Kaname. And besides that, Aido already loved Kaname, but he never imagined that Kaname would actually want Aido to touch him in such a way.

Aido held his hand there, stunned. Aido didn't know what to do with another man, let alone a man like Kaname. He'd never been with a man and didn't have the slightest idea what Kaname wanted him to do. But Kaname quickly gathered that Aido didn't know what he was doing, placed his hand on top of Aido's, and began to guide Aido's hand up and down Kaname's crotch. Kaname throbbed against Aido's hand, and Kaname's head fell back, sighs and moans escaping his lips.

When Aido had the hang of the stroking motion, Kaname released his hand and let Aido do all the work. Kaname continued to quiver in ecstasy against Aido's hand.

The more Aido watched Kaname, the more his own body began to respond. That same part began to twitch between Aido's legs as Kaname's moans grew louder. Aido found himself wanting more, wanting to see Kaname's hardness, and wanting to feel it raw in the palm of his hand.

The urge overwhelmed Aido, and he quickly stopped his hand's movement, stunning Kaname. But Aido wasted no time and swiftly unhinged Kaname's belt, tugging on it for a moment as it caught. The belt clanked as it came lose, and Aido, too afraid to look up into Kaname's eyes, focused on unzipping the trousers. With a loud gulp, Aido undid the top button to Kaname's pants and watched as they fell almost effortlessly from his slim, muscled body.

Kaname wore silky black boxers, and through the flimsy, smooth cloth, Aido saw Kaname's hardness poking at the top. Through the small, convenient hole in the boxers, Aido reached his hand inside and touched Kaname. Aido's fingers lightly trailed the side of him, taking note of his girth and length.

When Aido's fingers reached the top, he felt Kaname twitch as if that part of him were begging for Aido to wrap his entire hand around him. Kaname was pressed up into his boxers and so Aido grabbed him all the way around, pulling and tugging downward on Kaname's hardness in order to bring it out through the hole in the boxers and in front of Aido's very eyes.

Aido stared at the long, huge member between Kaname's legs, and again envy seeped into Aido's bones. Kaname's body looked like it had been chiseled out of icy or stone, beautifully sculptured and without any flaws. Aido could feel a pang go through him as he looked up at Kaname, yet at the same time, Kaname looked down at Aido with lecherous eyes. Kaname pulsated in Aido's hand, and something electrifying went through Aido at the mere thought that he had been the one to excite Kaname.

Kaname belonged to him, not forever, just in these brief moments. He could do as he pleased with Kaname. That was what Kaname's eyes told him. If that was the case, Aido didn't want to waste any time with regrets.

Aido grabbed Kaname with both of his hands and brought him to his mouth. Again, Aido wasn't completely sure what he was doing since he'd never done this with a man, but he wanted to make Kaname feel good and possibly like him.

The only thing Aido did know was what Kaname had already taught him with his hands. So, Aido repeated a similar motion with his mouth over Kaname's hardness, which was easier said than done considering Kaname's size. As Aido went up and down on Kaname, he found himself near choking when the length of Kaname hit the back of his throat.

Finally, Kaname pulled Aido's head back, curled his lips dangerously, and said, "It's okay, Hanabusa. I will teach you…everything."