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Finally a KanamexYuuki fanfic!! =D I absolutely adore this couple...(*shove Zero in too and it's pure, perverted pleas-(**is violently shot by Kaname xD**) First chapter's mainly lemony lovings between our two favorite purebloods...beware of OOC-ness and extreme Kaname uke-ness ;D
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Enjoy!!
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"Na, oniisama…" Yuuki began quite casually one day, twirling a lock of dark, satiny hair around a finger. "Don't you think Aidou-senpai's been working very hard for us lately?"
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From his position on the bed, the older pureblood stirred and turned to his side to face her. "Has he now?" Kaname murmured idly—more fascinated in the way the obscured light from behind the curtains drew those glimmering skeins of russet and chestnut in his lover's otherwise dark hair. He reached out, trailing a languid finger over the naked torrent of flesh beside him—over her exquisitely sculpted profile, over the curve of her neck and shoulder, over the side of a full, soft breast, down a slender stomach, resting at a full, rounded hip—feeling her skin warm and tremble pleasantly at his touch. "I do not think I have ever cared to notice."
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Yuuki turned from gazing out of the window to throw him a look of exaggerated disapproval. "How unkind of you, oniisama! Why, I make it a habit to thank Aidou-senpai every single day." A hint of sly smugness had crept into her tone. "You should watch sometimes. He is ever so…responsive…" she paused. "To my gratitude, that is."
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Kaname's elegant brows furrowed, eyes narrowing slightly—rising slightly to cup her chin, tilting her face towards him. Her breath hitched in her throat at the dangerous gleam in his eyes—glimmering as blood-red garnets in the dying sunset. "It is not something I should…unduly worry about—is it, my love?" Kaname murmured, lips landing softly, possessively along her jawline. "Or is your precious…Aidou-senpai in need of punishment again?"
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The younger pureblood felt as though she would melt beneath the heated embrace of her lover's kisses, hot breath melting against her throat—shifting forward until she lay straddled across Kaname's lap, fingers tangling into his hair, forehead pressed against his. "Oh, you have no need to worry about that, oniisama…" Yuuki reached forward, suckling lightly on the shell of his ear…a favoured spot that never ceased to arouse him. Just as she had expected, he gasped softly, arms curling around her waist and tangling in the hair that rippled down her back, pulling her closer to himself. "Hanabusa is like a child…he will no sooner touch me than ever take from me what has always…always belonged to you…"
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Her lips now moved to the pale, enticing column of Kaname's throat—brushing him lightly, teasingly with her fangs—every motion now drawing forth from his lips a continuous stream of soft whimpers, moans and gasps of delight that pleased her immensely. Yuuki had come a long way from the blushing, hopelessly-inhibited young sixteen-year old that Kaname had first brought with him to the Kuran mansion a mere two years ago—feeling, upon her maturing as a pureblood and a woman, the innate sensuality of a vampire meld and become as one with her true nature. Yuuki and Kaname claimed each other's blood on a daily basis now, and gone were the days of Kaname having to cut himself open for her to have to lap up his blood—unwilling to use her vampire fangs and reveal truly the violent depth with which she loved him…a love so deep, so darkly, violently deep that she might even destroy him one day because of it…
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If anything, Yuuki positively reveled in her vampire nature…ached for those delightful, bestial moments of feeling her beloved oniisama's breath hitch and heartbeat flutter at the sensation of her fangs tearing into his neck and sucking in that sensual, crimson flow…how could something so beautiful as this be sinful and not divine?
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Zero, you damn stubborn loveable son of a BITCH…!
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For a long moment, the chambers—filled with the red-gold glow of the dying sunset—were silent, the only sounds being the languid suck of Yuuki drawing in Kaname's blood, teasing her thirst for him by only lightly lapping at it like a cat…not fully drinking it, the soft heat of her fangs sinking in gentle veins of seamless delight into his body, making him strain and arch against her on impulse—"Yuu…Yuuki…please…!"
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Yuuki withdrew slightly—gazing in silent wonder at the untainted beauty that gazed back at her, eyes wild, desperate for fulfillment, teeth clenched in that perpetual habit of his at concealing his emotions…making her smile wickedly against his throat as she nuzzled closer again. "What did I tell you, oniisama?" she whispered, tongue reaching to lap once more at the shell of his ear, before suckling it into her mouth once more—making him writhe with mindless delight, a helpless puppet in her hands. "None of that emotionless composure when we're together. It bores me beyond belief."
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Kaname let out a strange, strangled sound at the words—something between a laugh and a choked moan of frustration at her delay. Before her eyes…that flawless self-possession crumbled away, revealing eyes painted as scarlet as her own, fangs bared, pale, flawless body arching against her—making his hardened manhood brush against her thighs, arousing her. "Yuu…ki…I…beg you…please…please…I…want…"
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"You want it, oniisama?" Yuuki couldn't resist teasing him a little more—reveling in the sight of her elder brother…pureblood king, Kuran Kaname, ruler of the entire vampiric race, the original Ancestor and the beginning of the bloody curse that so bound her to him…now reduced to a helpless, moaning, pleading, near-weeping infant begging her to drink his blood… "You want it?" her hips ground closer to him in rhythmic, gyrating motions, voice now sly, breasts rubbing against his naked chest, feeling her own desperation rise with every moment. "Say you want it…you little slut, let me hear you say you want it!"
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Her elder brother was now on the verge of an unwarranted release were she not to intervene soon—his manhood, driving into her inner thigh, now having hardened to the rigidity of newly-forged iron, strangled moans escaping his clenched teeth—head beginning to slam a fierce tattoo into the pillow with frustrated longing (Kaname had always found it inexplicably arousing when she swore at him.) "I…want it…!" Kaname choked out helplessly, breath beginning to escape him in mewling whimpers, writhing uncontrollably with pleasure. "I want it…I want you…to drink my—ahhhh!"
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His words were cut short, turning into a helpless cry of pleasure as the soft, pleasurable heat of his younger lover's fangs sank gently into the skin of his neck…not even needing to suck as the sensual, wine-flavored languor of Kuran Kaname's blood spurted into her mouth—his heartbeat was going triple-time—making her, within moments, lose herself in that haze of blinding pleasure that arose from the act…so sensual in its intimacy, an act of absolute trust…of consummate love.
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It did not take either Kuran sibling long to relax instinctively against each other—their movements holding the familiarity of complete understanding, Kaname's arm wrapped around Yuuki's waist, the other tangled in her hair that spread over his chest like a dark veil, cradling their naked bodies close…Yuuki burrowing into Kaname's neck like a child seeking a loved one's warmth…the only difference being their nakedness, as well as the shivers of desire that pulsated between them.
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Gone were the days of Yuuki being the one to be completely, hopelessly undone at Kaname's lovemaking—a sensual symphony where a mere touch, a mere glance, a mere caress of skin against skin could reduce her to an incoherent mass of quivering ecstasy at her darling oniisama's hands…now it was Kaname who was the helpless one—moaning, trembling, aching, writhing beneath her—begging her…pleading her to take him, claim him, devour him…to destroy him completely so that he could die in her arms knowing what it was like to be held by a goddess—his love, his angel, his cruel, beautiful haven…
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So many, many times after they would reach their climax, Kaname would merely hold her close to himself, arms tight around her as though he wanted to bind them together for all eternity—eyes shut, lashes moist with tears at the intensity of emotion filling him those very moments, having reached now that stage where speaking words was physically impossible…we of the darkness cannot ever know of heaven, can we, my love? Ah, but I have…I see it, sense it, taste it each time you welcome me into your arms…
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Now as she pleasured Kaname, Yuuki's mind soared through memory. No matter what, no matter how inconceivable it may have sounded…her darling oniisama truly did have a side to him—an innocent, beautifully vulnerable, childlike side—that none but her eyes had ever seen, or would ever see. A side that had, much too often, revealed itself when they lay together, a blurred tangle of silk sheets and knotted limbs, lost in the most intimate of embraces.
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One rather amusing recollection had involved him bent over her flushed, naked body, about to consummate the affair…when the mere sight of her writhing and thrashing with wordless delight beneath him, had caused him to climax—white seed bathing their thighs and bellies—even before the act had started.
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Yuuki had burst out laughing so hard that night she'd managed to tumble off the bed and curl into the rug, paralyzed with mirth, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. Kaname had just sat, looking adorably mortified among the sheets—gazing down stricken at his limp, throbbing manhood as though it had just betrayed him in the worst possible way…slowly, ignominiously snuggling himself into the bedsheets so that his face was hidden, turning away from her towards the wall in a brooding, horrified sulk.
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Kaname absolutely refused to talk to her for the next three nights—barricading himself beneath a mountain of paperwork in his study—and she'd burst into wild gales of laughter whenever she saw him next, whether it be at breakfast or dinner, or any of the times between. He'd just sit there and give her that look…that wounded, achingly vulnerable look a puppy might give its master when neglected, and whenever she'd go to him, he'd just pout and sulk some more (and very sexily so), though it was by a concentrated effort that Kaname held himself back from melting into her embraces as he always would—instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face into her chest like a child—and instead remaining cold and unresponsive.
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Even when they slept together (as a rule, Yuuki slept in Kaname's bed—having completely forgotten where her own room was) Kaname would curl up on his side and turn away from her, facing the wall, snagging the sheets all to himself—within moments, they'd be engaged in a silent fight over the covers (or at least, Yuuki would be shrieking with laughter, while he remained stoically silent, fighting back the twitching in his lips with great difficulty) until finally, Kaname would merely get off the bed and attempt to flounce away towards the couch in the far corner of the room to sleep…even if his legs would tangle in the sheets and send him collapsing, and rather gracelessly too at that, head over heels to the floor.
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Yuuki had merely fought back the twitching in her lips. Her darling oniisama couldn't last two minutes in her company without immediately feeling neglected.
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Kain, Aidou, Seiren and Ruka had merely stared and wondered.
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They'd reconciled soon enough with a pillow fight (Kaname had been surprisingly responsive to Yuuki hurling his tattered childhood teddy bear at him from across the room) and several long hours of rolling and tumbling (naked) among the bedsheets—Yuuki would still burst into those intermittent giggling fits, making Kaname growl and crush her possessively against himself, effectively stopping all giggles and turning them into moans—breaking the headboard and half-shattering the bedsprings for possibly the hundredth time that week.
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Aidou and Ruka had wrung their hands and moaned and fussed and complained to no end—and more than once, Yuuki would look up from her position (straddling a dazed, pleasure-stricken Kaname, whose head would be thrown back, eyes shut with ecstasy, moaning and pleading, "Yuuki…Yuuki…") with a slight annoyance in the direction of the locked door and Ruka's muffled tones of worry—"Please attempt to be a little more ladylike, Yuuki-sama! That's the tenth bed this week!"
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Oh, and yes…there had also been that time...that time when Kaname had begun to thrust far too soon, completely missing his true aim and instead rubbing himself quite vigorously against her belly—so much in fact, that Yuuki had lunged forward quite inadvertently with her knee…catching him within point-blank range, right on the crotch.
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This time, it had been Kaname who tumbled off the bed—face scrunched with pain and soon darkening to a deep, mortified scarlet, hands clutching at his agonized, throbbing and rather injured manhood that had just faced the strength of a pureblood's knee ramming into it…curling into a ball on the rug and swearing in an endless stream of more than a thousand languages—the words growing more and more colorful with each spasm of agony.
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As concerned as she'd been for around a fraction of a second…Yuuki's stomach had ached violently from laughing so hard for days after.
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And then there had been that night…when they'd forgotten to lock the doors, and—so lost in each other's embrace as they so had been—a rather exhausted, blood-deprived and therefore sense-dulled Seiren had made an unexpected visit to relay her report on some clan or the other…taking the unlocked doors to be a sign of her being allowed to enter…only to be greeted by the sight of Kaname's seed spilling almost instantly onto Yuuki's hand as she attempted to guide him down to her moist, willing entrance.
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The pale-haired bodyguard had never quite been the same again after that night.
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This night, Yuuki promised herself, would be different. As desirable, as arousing, as plain gorgeous as her darling oniisama was…she could not help but have to rely on those moments…those moments to make things only just a slight more…well, exciting.
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Oh, she loved Kaname—loved him more deeply than anyone else in the world ever could…but there were those moments when, joined together, she would imagine him to be another…another lover, bucking and thrusting like a wild stallion between her thighs, making her ride him fiercely…it did not matter who. Sometimes…sometimes, when her blood fired through vein in a dizzying, inexorable, wine-like rush that refused any thoughts of pain or grief or anguish…she would imagine him to be Zero. Zero, her pale-haired, lilac-eyed partner she had left behind in Cross Academy all those years ago—Zero, the only other she had loved as much as she loved Kaname…his lithe, pale body with its healthy tone of copper surging and rippling and undulating beneath her, over her, behind her, around her…
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Sometimes…sometimes she could even delude herself into believing that when she opened her eyes…it would not be Kaname's slender, swan-pale body with its scent of sweet incense and roses, of night flowers and cool springs, dark, curling hair spread wildly over his shoulders, that she would see…but rather Zero's leather-scented, musk-fragrant length of white copper—redolent of the pleasant metallic, musky odor of an animal in heat…the wild, heated, bloody scent of something not quite animal, nor human—spread beneath her…long silver hair matted to his neck and shoulders with sweat, eyes like liquid lilac mercury wide and gleaming with love…gleaming with the strength of his release…
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But it was not to be, and Yuuki had long accepted this. Though…though, it didn't hurt to hope…to wish. To dream. It always aroused her, and as long as Kaname was happy that she found -pleasure in his touch—and as long as she didn't scream out the wrong name by mistake—Yuuki was content. In her heart, Kaname's happiness was all that mattered.
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Though it didn't hurt to hope.
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She'd imagined Kaname to be Akatsuki—'Wild-senpai'…imagined that tall, reserved Noble with hair the color of molten bronze limned with the lambent fire of sunset, eyes gleaming as liquid topaz—forbidden, oh so forbidden—promised as he was to another woman…those gleaming copper-gold eyes lingering upon her for but a moment above Ruka's head—expressionless, glimmering only within with a yearning he himself could not quite explain…imagined that lean, bronze-gold length, redolent with the scent of metal and the iron tang of blood and sweat, between her thighs, she bucking against him like an unbroken mare—he thrusting into her so…hard…so deep that she was surprised he did not touch her stomach, her womb…perhaps even her throat—imagined the soft curses that would fall from his lips, imagined the taste of his cool piercings against her tongue, imagined how his blood must taste…something like fiery spiced wine, proud and glorious, just like his clan—the Kain.
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She'd imagined Kaname to be Takuma…sweet, gentle, soft-spoken Ichijou Takuma—Kaname's closest after her, him with his hair the color of dawn sunlight, eyes the brilliant green-gold of the youngest spring leaves…the gentle veneer now lost in a wild abandonment, the warm press of his body against hers…scented as the earth before the rains, the smell of sweet morning wind and woodland streams, the soft languor of his blood in her mouth—tasting like a drop of liquid sunshine in clear spring honey…Yuuki-chan…Yuuki-chan…oh, there was no doubt about it. He'd call her Yuuki-chan even when they made love…or perhaps—what with his absent-minded manner—he might even scream the wrong name…S-Senri!...oh…oh, god…ahhhh, Ri…Rima! RIMA!
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And then her eyes would fly open—a surge of emotions and wild, abandoned sensations of oneness, of fulfillment rippling through her arching body…and she would see that it was not Zero, nor Akatsuki, nor Takuma…it was Kaname. Her darling oniisama, Kaname…holding her close to himself, arms wrapped around her waist, arousals throbbing with a mutual, pleasurable ache, limbs entangled within each other…it caused her little guilt. What her oniisama didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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Later, she would attempt to justify it. Why, he himself could so easily be fantasizing her to be Ruka (she'd never forgotten Kaname's little…transgression that night so many years ago, or even Zero's wide-eyed gaping at that flash of black lace he'd caught that windy day when said female vampire's skirt had flown up a little…) or…or even Seiren (Yuuki had always thought that Seiren and Zero could be related in some twisted way…and the amount of time that woman spent with Kaname…) or…maybe even Rima (even Zero she'd spotted checking out the petite, tawny-haired model once or twice back in their Cross Academy days…and she'd long known that both Kaname and Zero preferred petite, slender-built women…especially Zero…) or…or perhaps that golden-haired whore who had actually had the audacity to…(Yuuki closed her eyes, trying as hard as she could to remove Shirabuki Sara's pale, triumphant face from her mind.)
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And if it kept him happy…then Yuuki would need no more reason to debate on the morals of it. In her heart, Kaname's happiness was all that mattered.
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But in all these moments…it had always been Zero that Yuuki thought of herself to be making love to the most. Zero—forbidden, beautiful Zero…an illicit pleasure she was not allowed to know. But it was growing exceedingly difficult—what with the memories slowly…but surely fading, leaving her with naught but vague, blurred charcoal smudges of memory against what were formerly sharp, angry ink-marked lines.
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It had now been that Zero had slowly…but surely been replaced. Replaced with a new fantasy…far closer, far more forbidden…incredibly arousing.
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Yuuki had long known that Hanabusa Aidou revered her oniisama almost to a distraction—and where reverence ended and love began, she had no clear idea. Though it truly seemed that the blonde playboy vampire—(once bossy, domineering, sometimes downright rude to her…now, what with her maturing as a Kuran pureblood, hushed into a meek, docile little puppy were she to so much as glance in his direction)—was…well, not in love with Kaname. Not like Yuuki loved him. Not like Ruka once had. Adoration, yes. Hero-worship, yes. Protectiveness, yes…that was a given—and Yuuki had long held him with a special regard for perceiving it to be so. Her oniisama—no matter how powerful, no matter how formidable, no matter how venerated in their world—was a brittle man…a castle of sand, a house of flimsy sticks that could so easily break were the right place to be touched with perhaps only a fraction of unneeded pressure to have it all collapse away to nothingness…
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Hanabusa Aidou had known that—had sensed it as a child…and Yuuki loved him for it.
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And this time…this time as Kaname bucked and thrashed between her thighs, she allowed her mind to soar—to fly free and flutter away, away, away…until she found herself in the arms of the blonde-haired Noble, lean boyish body scented as new summer clouds and fresh spring rain, limbs locked in a violent embrace, cream-white thighs wrapped around pale gold hips, each thrust punctuated with her name…Yuuki!…Yuuki!...the mere thought of him—her sweet, innocent, childlike, blue-eyed Aidou-senpai…screaming her name, moaning, begging, pleading for release—was enough to make a rush of moisture flow between her thighs, making each motion of the hardened arousal within her an earth-shattering, inexplicable sensation that it was a wonder that she could actually move later…"Ha…Han…Ha…" the moans left her lips, quite of their own volition—for a moment, she did not even sense what she was doing. Her throat was hoarsened with nameless screams, though it continued to play in her mind—Hanabusa! Hanabusa!
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Kaname continued to thrust—almost violently—into her, though his eyes flew open immediately at the sounds escaping her then—tightening his arms around her waist instinctively to pull her impossibly closer. His neck—punctured by her fangs—still bled as they made love…Yuuki had once confessed that she loved the scent of blood and seed in the air when they claimed each other, and he indulged her to a fault, bleeding willingly for her. But even so, through that blinding haze of inexplicable pleasure that had enclosed his mind and body in its luxurious swathes…there crept in a seed of doubt.
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A seed of doubt that was probably the cause their climax arrived too soon…causing Yuuki's first reaction upon opening her eyes from the rippling aftershocks of pleasure assaulting her body to be one of momentary confusion. "What…why-" she tumbled forward as his manhood shrunk, sliding out as it ejected itself from her flesh.
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He folded his arms around her, cradling her against his chest as she heaved and gasped—his own exhaustion finally catching up to him as they lay entwined with each other…their breaths in perfect harmony with each other, hair interweaving into a single, dark serpent over their naked, sweat-slicked bodies.
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For several long moments, Kaname held her in his arms…his beloved girl—the one more precious to him than anyone and anything else in the world, wondering—through all the love, the contentment…all that mindless, uncontrollable pleasure—and unable now to remember why the doubt had entered his mind. It was an elusive cloud among a rainstorm of thought…ephemeral, transient, fading from his grasp were he so much to probe it. "What had…you been trying to say then, Yuuki?" Kaname murmured, drawing her up until he was looking into her eyes. "When we were making love then…what had you been trying to say?"
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For a moment, she froze—he'd heard…he'd heard her almost say Hanabusa's name—though she smothered it with a grin, reaching forward to brush away a lock of dark, matted hair that had tumbled onto his face. "I was trying to say 'harder'…" she murmured easily, pressing her lips to his. He responded readily—like a child, eager for touch—lips pressing against her fingers, which now ran in a caressing whisper over the side of his face. "But you wouldn't let me now, would you?"
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Kaname—past caring now—sighed, a frisson of relief quivering to life within his chest as he reversed their positions, burrowing into her warmth, face nuzzling against her full, soft breasts. Yuuki's arms reached to wrap tenderly around his neck in an act of perfect understanding, fingers lightly raking through his long dark hair which covered her throat and breasts, ripples of relaxed pleasure flowing through him at the sensation. Against his skin, he could feel her lips curve into a smile at the soft, purring sounds that were escaping him, quite of their own volition. "Why were you talking of Aidou before?" Kaname questioned idly, the worries and cares of his life now seeming to lose their significance in mere moments of lying in Yuuki's arms. "Is there something you wish to do for him?"
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His younger sister was silent for several long moments. Her voice, when she spoke, was strangely vulnerable.
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"Do you love me, oniisama?"
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It took a moment or two for her question to sink in. A moment…after which, Kaname near-reeled with the pained intensity of his reaction—feeling as though a blade had been driven into his heart, rising from the warm, soft heaven of her arms to gaze down at her—features wrought with disbelief, with shock, with a slight hurt that she had even to ask him. "Of…of course," he whispered, eyes beginning to narrow with the agonized strength of emotion assaulting him then. How could she doubt him? How could she ever doubt him…he who had loved her from the very moment she first drew breath? The finest poet, the most excellent jeweler of words could not ever have found words enough to describe the surfeit of love and unfulfilled passion in his heart… "I need you more than I need life. Without you, I…I would be nothing. Nothing."
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Yuuki's eyes softened, fingers tracing a sensual line over his lips. "And would you do anything for me, oniisama?" she questioned, her voice now so soft that even he had to strain to hear it. "Anything at all?"
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Kaname paused for a moment to capture her fingers into his lips—suckling languidly upon them for a moment, until they disappeared completely into him, the smooth silk of her skin encased within the moist heat of his mouth…tongue sliding slowly, sensually over the trapped digits. He sighed, eyes closing with the erotic thrill running through his body as a soft whimper of delight escaped her lips when he bit down gently with his fangs, lapping softly at the blood. Ah, Yuuki's blood…Kaname pressed himself closer to her—skin tingling at the divine pleasure of being pressed so closely…so intimately to her—ripples of mutual pleasure quivering through them at the warmth of flesh pressing against flesh…losing himself in that pleasured haze of pure crimson that was to him possession of the only one in the world he had or ever could truly have loved…
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It was a moment before his tongue stopped its pleasured onslaught, gazing at her—watching her breath hitch at the sight he made…hair tousled, eyes smoldering, lips stained bright scarlet with her blood. Wordlessly, Kaname pressed his lips to her hand—kissing every knuckle and making sure to suckle the tip of each finger into his mouth before murmuring his answer.
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"Anything."
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And this time…it was he whose breath hitched in his throat when she kissed him—long, lasciviously, tongue ravaging his mouth. She was relentless, the hot slick moisture of her tongue running over his fangs causing his manhood to throb once more with delight, their bodies flowing and melting and rippling over, around, above, beneath—wrestling each other as they began once more a passionate lovemaking….from where Yuuki's sly whisper—"I love you, oniisama…"—was soon lost to the helpless, rhythmic sob-like moans of delight as the two Kuran siblings shared between them, in the midst of each other's pleasuring, a passion that not all of their kind had ever the grace to experience in entire lifetimes…moving of a singular accord, alternating between savagery and delicacy, reaching and falling over again and again and again the precipice of the greatest desperation, the sweetest fulfillment they had ever known…
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How long they lay together, locked in that violent embrace, neither knew. It must have been hours. Hours, after which, the younger of the two disentangled herself from the sheets and the possessive, clinging arms (and low, whining protests) of her elder brother and lover to fetch them their wine, a small smile of pure, gleeful contentment on her face. Her darling oniisama, despite everything, was no more than a lovesick swain when it came to fulfilling her wishes.
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After all, in her heart…Kaname's happiness was all that mattered.
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(To Be Continued) Aido turns up in Chapter II so stay tuned! =)