A/N: AU and OOC, but there are some things that are still the same. I can't kill the whole vampire thing. ;) New fic, new themes, new ideas from a writing style I aim to improve. Enjoy. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight, as it belongs to Matsuri Hino, and I would be a terrible replacement writer. XD Also, I don't own "Loves Me Not". That song belongs to t.A.T.u. (Not a songfic.)
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Shizuka swore that the kingdom was filled with idiots; useful, convenient idiots, but idiots nonetheless
Disregard the fact that Kaname no longer smelled like, or gave off the presence of a pureblood, but for the love of all things that made sense, he still looked like the son of Juuri and Haruka.
How could anyone not know that the prince of the entire vampire race was stripping at an upscale nightclub in the Blue Blood district of the Vampire Kingdom? Missing for the past decade and presumed to be dead? More like right alive under their nose.
They were safe though, as the guise worked, and the King and Queen had dismissed him as a mere lookalike.
The brooding vampire watched her nephew with hungry eyes from her leather seat in the lavish office, cursing the fact that he had to be on stage in a few minutes. No matter, once Kaname was done for the evening, Shizuka would keep the prince to herself that night.
She had to remember to thank her dear brother and late sister for such a beautiful gift. Not only did Kaname satisfy her needs, but he also made a lot of money through the club.
Delicately lacing her fingers together, Shizuka brought her elbows on the polished cherry wood of her desk, resting her chin on the bridge it made. She could feel another headache coming on from her lack of sexual activity. If her husband didn't come home soon, she swore she would rape his nephew again, not that one would be able to rape anything that was willing.
"What do you think of this one, Shizuka-sama?"
Speak of the devil.
Kaname padded barefoot, in street clothes, onto the plush champagne colored carpeting in the office. He was holding up a cut out cage catsuit* with rhinestones and matching black, six inch platforms. Shizuka gave the outfit a once-over, humming with satisfaction.
"I like that one." she purred, pausing to bat her eyelashes. "You're on in ten minutes, and your quota for the night is fifteen thousand**."
"Understood." he nodded, disappearing into the private dressing room that connected to her office.
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Kaname eased himself into the suit, taking care to put it on correctly, and not catch a foot or an arm through one of the cutouts instead of the cuffs. God forbid he ripped one of his outfits with the heel of one of his stilettos again, Shizuka would not only triple his quota, but he would have to put up with sex so merciless one would have a hard time to not call it rape, no matter how willing the partner may have been. Kaname may have been willing all of those times that he serviced Shizuka, but he was a teenage male, and even if he wasn't into women, she took good care of his raging boners.
He looked over the outfit in his full length mirror, twisting this way and that, admiring how the vinyl hugged his ass and package. The way they drew attention to his nipples whenever they would become erected, which was often, was something his regulars often got off on.
Makeup was always something Kaname was good at, along with manicures, pedicures, anything related to cosmetology that you could name, he did it and did it well. Oftentimes he would help his coworkers with their makeup and wardrobe selection when he wasn't busy fretting over which Haute Couture alterations he would be wearing onto the stage. One of the few perks of working in the Blue Blood district, was that nothing was cheap up there, not the prices, not the clothes, and definitely not the service.
Choosing a reddish brown liner, he drew a thin line on the top of his eyelids, curving the outer edges up into wings. He lined his rims with a peach tone similar to his skin, ran the mascara brush through his lashes, and applied some clear lip gloss. Foundation wasn't needed since he had nary a blemish on his face, and his cheek were already naturally brushed with dusty rose color. He stared at his countenance in the vanity, pouting, squinting and blowing practice kisses.
Kaname personally didn't like wearing so much makeup. For him, the liner would have been enough, but one of Shizuka's rules was to always be painted up professionally. If someone didn't have any discoloration or flaws that could be fixed with makeup, then it would still be used to enhance features.
Girls, boys, they all had to wear makeup and skimpy clothes. Most of the guys looked effeminate, androgynous at the very least, which is what attracted so many customers, but they did have variety. A select few of the employees in Thorns looked like they were actually males, attracting more than just the moe crowd. Then there were the females. What could he say?
Personally, he managed to look androgynous and move in an effeminate manner without coming off as a flamer, which he wasn't, unlike some people. Cough. Aidou. Cough. Not that there was anything wrong with flamers, oh no, just Aidou himself.
A soft knock came at his dressing room door.
"Come in." he called, running a thick brush through his hair, spraying spritz in it.
Ruka poked her head through the crack in the doorway, eying the brunette with superficial interest.
"Kaname, could you help me with my makeup? Senri and Rima are already painting up everyone else, and I know I can't do mine as well as yours."
"Of course, Ruka." he placed the brush down, reaching for his bin of makeup.
They carried on idle chitchat as Kaname blended different colors of foundation from her dirty blond hairline to beneath her jawbone. Their conversations flowed easily, shifting from one subject to another. Beauty, brains, ivory skin and caramel colored eyes. She even had one of the best female figures or her type, a large chest with wide hips and a narrow waist. It would all have been very attractive, if Kaname was into women.
"First up, Kaname, center stage." the DJ's voice called through the microphone.
"Work your magic hon." Ruka slapped his ass in amusement.
Kaname softly hummed the melody of the song before hitting the stage, approaching the pole in front of a few customers, all of them new arrivals. He let the music control him as he effortlessly danced at a sinuous pace, winding his body around the pole, mouthing the words to the lyrics as the familiar song started.
I complicated our lives
by falling in love with him...
He hopped up, gripping the pole between his hands and thighs before sliding around some so that his back was towards the audience. Closing his eyes, he worked his body teasingly as he arched backward, lost in the rhythm of the music, too lost to notice the commotion between customers coming up to have a seat around the stage.
Exhaling, Kaname intended to slide down the pole in that position as he slowly opened his eyes to give one of his famous 'come hither' looks, but as he did so, his breath caught in his throat. The first thing he saw was a white ribbon falling, revealing a pair of cold, yet gentle lilac eyes that pierced through his heart.
His chest began to burn.
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"Come on Zero, I promise, you'll have fun."
"Knock it off Ichiru!"
Zero fought blindly against his brother's pull, unable to see from behind his blindfold. Despite their being twins, what Ichiru thought to be fun hardly passed as sane in Zero's book. He felt the heels of his shoes being filed as the younger lad forced him across the parking lot.
"Come on, it's my birthday! Can't you just comply with your adoring, one and only little brother's birthday wish?" he pouted.
"We're twins you idiot! Can't you comply with your pissed, about-to-be-an-only-child older brother's birthday demand?"
Zero could feel the warm evening air around him shift to a cooler climate as he was pushed inside of a building, scraping shoes sliding effortlessly against the linoleum. Ichiru knew he had him right then. The muffled music set off the older twin's suspicion. He was much more intuitive and well informed than his twin had given him credit for, and now he just had to figure out what kind of club he had been brought to.
"Welcome to Thorns, two for the evening? That's a hundred." the doorman paused to sniff them, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, and, don't worry about him, he's never been in a place like this before... What? We're allowed to be here. We just wanted to stop by for some entertainment, here are our permits to be in this Kingdom."
Zero and Ichiru had been visiting the Vampire Kingdom at the request of their king, Haruka Kuran, to perform a mass extermination. Needless to say they were payed handsomely for their work, but Ichiru had tied his wrists together and blindfolded him the moment they had collected their pay. For a moment Zero thought he was going to be offed by his own twin, until he was reminded of the birthday he had forgotten - theirs.
Ichiru insisted that they use part of the money on themselves, and that he already got the go ahead from their king to do so. From the get go, Zero knew it would be a bad idea, and it never ceased to amaze him how often he was right when it concerned his twin.
The Doorman gave a short, amused laugh.
"A first timer eh? We get a lot of those in June for some reason, what, with summer starting and all." he placed a stamp on the back of their hands. "Enjoy kids, but I don't need to tell you that."
Zero could just hear the smirk in his voice.
"We are not kids..." Ichiru muttered under his breath.
Long past the point of trying to struggle, he willingly accompanied Ichiru inside of the dark, yet colorful club. The lyrics to the music became clearer as they walked across the floor. It wasn't crowded, yet, seeing as it was still early. Ichiru guided him into his seat in front of something solid with a narrow surface. Probably a bar. His brother plopped down right beside him, beginning to untie the ropes around Zero's wrists.
They were sitting directly beneath the speakers. Yulia from t.A.T.u. sang in accompaniment to a guitar rift, the soft lilt of her Russian accent against English lyrics helped to calm Zero's nerves.
He loves me, He loves me not
She loves me, She loves me not
He loves me, He loves me not
Ichiru pulled the ribbon of the blindfold off, the white silk falling into Zero's lap to reveal his lilac eyes, silver hair falling into them messily. The first thing he saw wasn't the black stage, or the golden pole, or even the mirrors with various sized hand prints on them.
All he saw was warm, gorgeous cat-like eyes of burnt sienna.
And they were gazing right through his soul.
Her hair chestnut hair fell in a feathery array above her head, well, from her position upside down on that golden pole that Zero still hadn't noticed. She stay glued to the spot, still in her graceful backwards arch as the song played on.
"I know what she wants." Ichiru commented, not noticing the intense moment they were locked in. "The birthday boy is right here." he smirked, clapping his brother on the back.
The soft sound of a hundred hitting the floor broke the spell, returning them both from the white world of fantasy when she looked away to the corners of her eyes, acknowledging the payment. Gracefully, she slid all the way down the pole, turning over to crawl slowly, seductively over to the twins. Sitting up on her knees before them, something was off.
She slowly wriggled out of her cut out cage catsuit, exposing pale pink nipples and a tattoo along the left side or her small chest. There were no pictures, only elegantly scrawled text in an arc of scarlet ink:
H e a r t l e s s
X
The "X" was placed right over where her heart would be.
"Ooh, gotta watch out for this one Zero, don't fall for her now." Ichiru joked.
She batted her eyelashes as she lay on her back to pull down the rest of the one piece consume. Zero got a good view of her ass, and balls.
His jaw dropped, and he could feel himself hardening involuntarily.
She, no, he turned around to show off his huge erection. Making Zero lean forward to inspect it, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was correct, though it was pointless to lean closer, since anyone could easily see it even from the pool table in the far back.
The young man on stage gave a low, husky laugh, thrusting forward in a teasing manner before dropping on all fours, winding his body all the while as he turned and slapped his ass, licking his lips, biting onto the bottom one suggestively, a single fang poking out.
Zero was ready to cream his pants. He was pissed at his brother for bringing him to, of all things a strip club, but one that housed Vampires? Meaning they were still in Kuran Kingdom? He couldn't think straight enough to remember that this point was brought up earlier with the doorman, but, strangely enough, the wriggling dancer before him was enough to make him throw his arms around his twin and thank him a thousand times over.
Until this moment he had always hated most vampires. Most because he thought the king was alright, and now that he knew about this little sex kitten, maybe his opinions would change. After all, every vampire he had ever met before this, king aside, were from missions, and all of them were batshit insane, including that one pureblood that killed his parents. But Zero could sense that this one was neither.
The exotic dancer flipped his hair around, peeking up coyly from beneath his lashes and bangs with a seductive little smirk before sinking back down onto his back once more, shaking his legs left and right before clicking his heels together and skimming his fingers along his erection. His endless length of legs parted into a split as he rolled forward to lean over the short trim that served as separation from customer and dancer to whisper in Zero's ear.
"Want to play with me?"
Zero gave a stiff nod, making the brunette chuckle.
"Meet you offstage then." he said with a smile.
"Y-yeah,"
"Thank you baby." the dancer smirked and winked at Ichiru.
"Anytime sexy."
They watched him give one last shake as the music faded into another song, not quite finishing the first, leaving it off before the last couple of lines were sung.
He loves me, He loves me not...
Zero silently hoped that wouldn't be a precursor for what was to come.
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A/N: *The catsuit thing. Google it. XD
**Dollars. I would have preferred to keep the currency in yen to make it seem like a lot more money, but I feel more comfortable writing this fic in USD. XDD sorry.
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