Is there absolutely no privacy to be had in the bustling world of business and commerce? Kaname is tired and fed up of avoiding snooping busybodies, and decide, quite literally, to have sex – in the city. Kaname Zero.
"Zero."
"Mm?"
They were in a café, some hideous rendition of an eating house known as the "Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf," and Zero was gorging on his iced latte and lagasana like there was no tomorrow.
Zero looked up, and paused in mid shovel.
Uh oh. He recognized that look.
"Kaname, you can't not here."
"Why not?"
"Look, I'm – I'm. I'm still hungry."
"I'm hungry too. And for something I want now."
"But – Kaname! They don't – sell that kind of stuff here!" that last phrase was hissed in a scandalized tone.
"Oh, what I want isn't for sale. It belongs to me already."
Pale violet eyes narrowed, chewed up tomato pasta disappeared down a swan pale throat that, at the moment, was being intensely scrutinized.
"Now just see here, Kuran -"
"See what?"
Zero huffed in exasperation, then grabbed Kaname's hand worriedly. His eyes were already going blotchy red color. Blood tablets, blood tablets, why oh why did I leave them in my wallet?
"I was pickpocketed, damn Manhattan street thug, I -"
"Who said anything about blood tablets?"
Zero blinked. What in the world?
"Well, you were looking at the tomatoes on my lagsana, and I thought –"
"Zero. It displeases me to have anything else entering your mouth so quickly –"
Oh. Sweet karma, not blood then. Something else.
"Look, you can't. You're wearing – that – " Zero gestured at Kaname's expensive business attire, " – you're – here –" he waved a hand at the café patrons, all already intrigued by the presence of an "upper class" foreigner in a "middle class" establishment, but Zero was bored of fancy restaurants, " – we are supposed to be civilized!"
Kaname remained silent, thank goodness. At least Zero could still command that with his infamous death glare. Stars above, but the pureblood was talented at picking the perfect places to throw a tantrum.
Satisfied that he had Kaname cowed – for the time being, anyway – Zero raised his cup and tipped the remains of the ice blended coffee down his throat. He sighed with pleasure at the cool and soothing aroma.
Wrong move.
There was a sharp tug at his neck, and Zero was yanked forward by his tie, half sprawled on the table. The plate of lagsana clattered to the floor and customers cried out in surprise and distress.
"Kaname! Not here -" Zero scrambled to his knees, trying to get off the table.
"Here." Kaname's eyes were scarlet and fully dilated.
"Now."
He stood up and kissed Zero, a harsh violent kiss that was all fangs and tongue and demanding lips.
Zero groaned something, pushing at Kaname. It was useless. The pureblood held him tightly. The boy twisted and stuggled and managed to slide off the table, one arm flailing wildly for balance.
The customers were dumbfounded at such a public display of affection.
The first step was taken, and the second followed naturally. Long hands slid under Zero's shirt, feeling his taut body slick with uneasy perspiration, then down into his pants. Zero pulled weakly at them, the useless idiot, NOT in public!! And only seemed to provoke Kaname even more, if the impatient growling could be judged.
It was the sound of clinking metal that broke him out of his reverie. His belt and pants were being unbuckled and unbuttoned. That was the last straw, and Zero kneed Kaname violently in the stomach. The pureblood released him in surprise.
"You stupid, stubborn, pot bellied, skull headed, uncivilized – hooligan! Couldn't you have waited till we reached the hotel?" His face was flaming red. Too late, he realized he had yelled out the insults in a very quite place.
There was some shocked gasps, a few audible murmurs of disgust. But then, this being America, and New York City, a couple of teenagers whooped and cat called.
"You go, mah brudder!"
"One up for the queers, yo!"
"Sir, I am sorry to inform you that obscene displays of affection are strictly prohibited in this café!" that one from a waitress, primly attired.
Kaname looked at her for awhile, but held back his annoyance.
"I'm sorry, miss." His voice was polished and polite but soft. He pulled out a pair of hundred dollar bills and laid them on the table, without even looking at it. "For the trouble." He inclined his head politely, then turned to Zero, who was studying his feet intently as he did up his pants and straightened his shirt.
"Oh, leave it," he said to Zero, and pulled him towards the exit.
"Kaname!" Zero yelped angrily.
"How far is our hotel again?"
"Just around - "
"No, that's too far, look, there's only three people here, let's go in -"
And, from behind glass doors and over the rumble of evening traffic, a high pitched wail of horror,
"This is a friggin' bank!"
END
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