Authors Note: Hey guys! Thank you for checking out this re-vamp. If you're new, great, enjoy the Kaname-Zero goodness! If you're returning, thank you for being loyal and understanding. As I said, this is the re-vamp and things have changed. I hope you like it!
Kaname Kuran is the son of the purebloods Haruka and Juri Kuran, King and Queen of vampires. This makes him and his sister, Yuki, the Prince and Princess of the vampire world. Kaname has been raised just as a prince should be. He is proper, courteous but strict and harsh when it counts. He holds a court just like every prince.
In his court are Takuma Ichijou, who Kaname will name as his lead advisor when he becomes king, Hanabusa Aidou, a smart noble vampire who has a promising career as a scientist in his future, Ruka Souen, a beautiful noble woman and finally Senri Shiki, Kaname's cousin.
Takuma's grandfather is a council member currently and he hopes for Takuma to follow into his footsteps, but the blonde noble vampire is just too sweet, gentle and softhearted to handle the political corruption of the council.
Hanabusa is a carefree spirit and can be controlled only by his cousin Akatsuki Kain. However, Akatsuki disappeared about ten years back for unknown reasons to the public. Hanabusa lives with his father Aoi, a successful business and friend of Haruka. No one is quite sure what happened to the noble's mother, but it was presumed that she is dead. Lately, the Aidou's have been recent targets to the rebels, a force of Hunters that are out to rid the world of every single vampire. The Hunter Association claims not having any ties with the group, but Kaname has his doubts.
Ruka recently parted with the court of Kaname. She was the only female in his court and because of some nasty rumors; Mr. and Mrs. Souen were forced to send their daughter away. Every now and then, Ruka does send a letter about her latest adventure. The boys enjoy reading them together and will often write a letter back to her, together as well. They enjoy poking fun at her and tease her when she mentions any male, which of course she denies and teases back. Even with the distance, the group still considers her one of them.
Finally, Senri. Senri is Rido Kuran's, Kaname's uncle, child from a relationship no one knew about. Shortly after Rido's engagement to a fellow pureblood, Shizuka Hio, was announced, a female level C vampire came to the man's home, dragging along a toddler with a bored expression. Momo Shiki was a terrible mother and only kept Senri because she considered him as a 'golden goose'. Upon realizing this, Rido demanded he have full custody of Senri and that Momo never see him again, only when she agreed to that did Rido pay her and sent her on her way. Kaname remembers vividly the show the news of an illegitimate Kuran child caused. His aunt was quick in saying that she was unable to have children, so Rido had planned to have a child with another woman, but the woman was not as trustworthy as they had thought.
Still to this day, some nobility looks down on Senri, but he does not seem to mind. However, Kaname cannot stand that one thing about the members of his court; they were all so carefree. Free to do what they want, when they want and to be with who they wanted.
There were days that Kaname felt so trapped, stuck in a cage that just seemed to shrink with each passing year. Even his younger sister seemed to be freer. She had been able to attend a vampire and human hybrid school, where she met her human best friend Sayori Wakaba. Perhaps he sounds bitter, perhaps he was bitter. He yearned for the freedom his friends and sister had but it always eluded him. However, tonight was different. Tonight his parents and sister were attending some nobles ball, which normally he would be attending as well, but his father said he could stay home and the king would just explain that Kaname had some extra work to do.
To the human world, the Kuran were a simple, wealthy family with a fortune built by owning a modeling agency, in which Senri held the limelight as the top male model. While that was partially true, it has more than that. Their family came from an ancient power and time has seemingly always been on their side. Simply put, the Kurans could live the way they do because they are powerful, extremely powerful.
Which is why Kaname decided that, since in all his decades he had done nothing but the proper thing, he would allow himself to rebel a little. That is how the pureblood prince found himself sitting in a smoke room filled with barely any music, a long runway in the middle of the room and whispered conversations filtering in and out. Kaname sank lower into his seat. The red leather seemed to want to suck him in.
Bloody Moon was a very popular place of entertainment. Both men and women enjoyed their time here. Most of the clients were vampire you see, while some of the employees were human or lower class vampires, like D's and E's, though you could find the occasional C. Bloody Moon was the highest ranking strip club in the area, possibly even in the country. Maria Kurenai, the owner, was a powerful vampire and her cousin, Shizuka, was not one to mess with either. Yes, Maria belongs to the Hio family but because of her lack of pureblood, she is not in line for the title that Shizuka holds. However, she was able to make her own with this club.
Kaname cautiously peaked around, suddenly getting a twisted feeling in his gut. If any of the vampires in the room recognized him, it would surely bring his parents shame to know he visited a place like this. Tenseness slowly left his shoulders when he did not notice any high nobleman in the crowd. Sure, these vampires would recognize his name, but not his face. The prince sighed and again allowed the leather of his chair to hug him back into relaxation.
'One show,' he decided, 'that's enough rebellion, right? Should last me a good few more decades.' Confident his decision was good enough; Kaname gave into the chair a final time and let the atmosphere relax him more. He had chosen a seat off to the side in hopes no one would bother him. The only one to approach him so far was a waitress with a flirty smile and a few yen bills sticking out of her stockings. He took pity on the poor girl, who obviously was not here by choice but by need, her smile was perfect but her eyes screamed for freedom, so he ordered a whiskey but had no plans of drinking it. The whiskey glass sat, untouched in his hand, placed gently on his knee as he waited for the first dancer.
Bloody Moon's dancers were famous, possibly more famous than some of the models that worked for his family's agency. Of course, their fame was more…naughty to say than the models. From what Kaname had learned by standing in line, only paying twenty yen to enter, about the dancers is that each had their own set of rules and that they were well taken care of. The man behind him had ensured his nervous friend that the dancers were clean and protected. Kaname could only assume this meant no STD's and some form of birth control. It would not bother most vampires, as they cannot contract Human diseases like their STD's but pregnancy was always to be a worry, even for vampires.
Kaname stopped his inward rant as the lights began to dance and the music got louder. "Ladies, and all you gentlemen, allow me to introduce our very own Lady Imperial" A man's voice boomed and, at his announcement, a young level C vampire girl walked from the back and onto the runway.
Kaname paid her no mind and instead focused on his whiskey that still sat on his knee until her song ended and he looked up. He briefly caught the girl pulling a tall man, strikingly similar to Senri to a hallway towards the back of the room, but it could not be him right? Above the doorway to that hall was a sign that said 'Play Rooms'. Kaname grimaced at the thought that people were having sex just about fifteen feet away from him.
The waitress had been crossing in between the seats but kept eyeing his whiskey glass. The prince sighed; one glass would not kill him. Therefore, he downed the drink in order to help the poor girl. In an instant, the girl was back at his side, "Want another, Master?" Kaname shook his head, trying not to cough at the burn. He handed her the glass as well as slipping her a 1000 yen note, kami knows it would not be her best tip but it was all he felt comfortable giving. He had not planned to tip anyone as dick-ish as that sounded, but paying people for something that should be intimate between lovers felt dirty to him. However, he could justify paying the waitress.
She smiled brightly at him before walking away, swaying her hips ever so sultry. Kaname rolled his eyes. Honestly, he was not so interested in women. His experience with them were limited to the women in the noble houses so to judge all women based on them is unfair but the pureblood could not help it. The noble women were clingy and needy. They wanted him to fix every single one of their problems. Oh! And do not get him started on their needless gossip; Growing up he saw two very close friendships destroyed in attempt to catch his eye. Really! It was a hideous trait that caused Kaname to look to for different partners; male partners. Sure, the men in nobility were as ruthless as the women, potentially more dangerous, but they still interested Kaname more. Their bodies were harder and, unlike the softness of women, they could handle a bit of tougher love.
It was no a secret that the prince could be rather cruel at times; his lovers knew firsthand that he liked to play a little rough. Everyone have his or her kinks and fantasies and the prince was no different. One thing he did find, about his male lovers, is that they submitted to his rank and name and this caused them to submit rather quickly. They did not make too much fuss, which was great in getting the act over with but left Kaname a little empty. Not saying that he wanted to force his partners in submission but a little fight would not hurt.
Kaname shook his head. He should not be thinking about those times now, in a place like this. He only had few lovers, in his younger days and now he speaks to none and they do not try to speak to him. In fact, the last time he saw one of his past lovers was probably three decades ago.
Even though Kaname has been alive for nearly a century, he does not look day older than twenty-eight, his gorgeous youthfulness a product of his vampiric blood. Still, nearly a century, Kaname began to realize, he was rather lonely. Perhaps the council was right; perhaps it was time for him to settle down.
The music began to lift again, signaling another dancer's show. 'Crap,' Kaname thought, 'one show. That is all we agreed on!' Kaname scolded himself about getting too lost in thought, and now it was too late. If he left now it would rude to the dancer that is just trying to do her job.
Sighing with a bit of frustration, Kaname leaned back and decided he would sit through one more show but he was leaving right after. However, the way the men around stage howled snapped Kaname out of his daze. As he observed his surroundings once more, he noticed more men had pooled in from the booths. Kaname had to wonder, was this the most famous dancer of the Bloody Moon? When he finally looked up, he was struck with surprise at the sight of a beautiful man with short silver hair swaying his way down the runway.
His figure was slim, but tall. He was lean enough, but he did not have any bulging muscles that most male strippers had. In fact, he was dressed similar to the female strippers. He had black boots that clung to his feet as he walked, and stopped short just below his knee. Boy-shorts in white cover his private area but left nothing to imagination. His ass practically hanging out when he turned and dipped. One time when he bent over, Kaname caught the slightest glimpse of fishnets that blended in with his pale skin.
Kaname skipped over the rest of the outfit, as it did not interest him. Instead, he focused on the man's face. It was a delicate shape but with strong features. A sharp chin, high cheek bones, the slightest hint of dimples when the man smirked at the howling men. A slender nose and two deep, but pale lilac eyes. Kaname had never seen such a color. Top it off with the ashy, silver color of the delicate looking strands of hair the man had, it was not hard to believe that this man was the most popular. Kaname had to admit the man was very attractive, possibly too attractive to be human. Not that the prince cared, he enjoyed looking at the man. He was striking, and had large amounts of body control. A part of him wondered about how he would perform in front of the camera; that would be the business part of him. However, the darker part, the part that prince had only shown to a few, could not stop thinking about how that control could be put to better use. Like seeing if this silver haired man could control himself not to reach his limit until he was granted permission. Kaname was absolutely shaken by the dark course of thoughts his brain took. What was wrong with him? Something, obviously. Instead of thinking about using that body, he should have been paying attention.
The prince had been so lost in thought he had not even realized how close those eyes gotten. Seriously! Something was off today; he could not count the amount of times he had gotten lost in thought. Of course, all thoughts stopped when pale thighs snuck around his hips and settle on red leather. My, those eyes sure did get close. Kaname felt like he could not breathe. His brain barely registered the whispered curses and whines, clearly upset that the stripper had not chosen them.
"Hey, baby, wanna play?" the silverette purred in Kaname's ear, the action causing the prince to let out of hot rush of air. The stripper pulled back with a smirk on seductive lips. "Well, do you?" the man teased, quirking an eyebrow.
The beast inside Kaname growled at the obvious challenge. Kaname hissed in, meeting those unrealistic eyes, and forced a smirk of his own. Perhaps he would indulge his inner beast tonight. It is not like anyone knew him here. Once again, Kaname allowed his eyes to wonder over the pale body currently straddling him. He felt the silver head shiver slightly, and with that looked up. The lilac eyes were harden, and filled with lust.
Kaname smiled then. "Sure, let's play." He said simply before patting the other's thighs to get up. Once standing, Kaname saw that he was given a quick once over before the silverette pulled at his hand and tugged him towards the hall. The same one where the playrooms were located. The same ones that Kaname had grimaced at. But, at the moment, Kaname did not care how much shame his parents would feel, not one bit.
Zero Kiryu is a talented young man. However, he is most talented at a job he'd rather not have. You see, Zero is a stripper. And not any stripper! He is the most wanted stripper at the ever so popular Bloody Moon. He's been a stripper since he was twenty and now, four years later, he's still doing the same damned job.
Before starting this job, he had been a hunter and a damned good one. However, his teacher Toga Yagari had him discharged for reasons unknown to Zero. That had been around his 19th birthday…what a great birthday present. Right?
Now Zero has been around the stripping scene for a while, and not by his own career choice. His mother used to be a stripper as well. However, after her death, Zero was taken in by the hunters who trained him to become one of them. It stung when his family for ten years had just tossed him aside like that, but he found a new family. An odd one, but still a family. He has Sunstone, Lady Imperial, and there's Gold-Sensei. Now if it was not obvious, these three were also strippers. Lady Imperial has been in the game for as long as Zero has and her real name is Rima Toya. They shared an apartment for a while but just recently moved into each their own. Zero absolutely adored Rima. She was a lot like a younger sister to him. Her stripper name was based on her hair, with was a bright orangish-red. Gold-Sensei, or Stella Star, was the eldest stripper in Bloody Moon. In truth, she was actually pretty young…for a vampire. She was about two centuries old, extremely vibrant and had been stripper since she was actually 18. "Times were different then," she would say, "but not all so different. Men haven't changed much." Finally, there is Sun. Sun was new to being a stripper and he had yet to share his real name with anyone. Stella had taken an instant liking to him. Therefore, she decided to personally teach him the ins and outs of stripping, as well as all the safety that he would need. He only worked three days a week and unfortunately tonight was not one.
Zero sighed as he looked at the vanity in his dressing room. The top three got private dressing rooms to themselves. Stella, Zero and another stripper from the male team got them. He missed the bubbly blonde. Sun had a way of making this hellish job enjoyable. But he was away for some kind of family gathering tonight.
"Z! I need your help!" Rima came bursting in, still in her robe but carrying something that vaguely looked like an outfit. As a safety measure, no one gave out their real names to clients and barely any strippers told each other their real names. It was safer in case any client tried to find them outside of work. However, because of their friendship, Zero and Rima called each by the first letter of their name, but only in private.
"What is it, R?" Zero said, already reaching out for the thing Rima was holding. Maria had a sick, twisted sense of humor. When she first met Rima, she told her that she was pretty enough to be a model. So, Maria always has new costumes for Rima to 'model' on the runway for clients. Tonight was no different.
Zero and Rima often would have to work together to figure out what the costume was supposed to look like. And tonight, well it did not take them nearly as long as usual, mainly because there was barely any fabric. After finally getting the twisted fabric on, Rima modeled it for Zero. "Damn hot, R!" Zero said in a teasing fashion. Rima blushed.
"Aw, knock it off!" She said with a pout.
"No really," he defended, "you could turn me." He said cheekily.
Rima just rolled her eyes, "Z, you're as straight as a rainbow. No one could turn you." The silverette just shrugged and laughed a little as he was pelted with a small pillow from couch. "Now hurry up and get dressed. I'll do your make up after."
"Ugh," Zero groaned.
"Don't groan! Just do it." Rima scolded, "Hurry up, I have to be on in ten."
"Okay, okay." With that, Zero got changed quickly. He was on his final show of the night and afterward he would be able to go home. He would love to sleep in his own bed and then tomorrow is his day off so he just wanted this night to be finished. As Rima applied a thin layer of lip-gloss, eyeliner and mascara Zero checked the clock: 2:00. Damn! Each show was between three and five minutes, however long the song lasts. There is a break between strippers for about 15 minutes. Strippers and clients use those 15 minutes to mingle and set up future events for later in the night. All shows end at 2:30 in the morning. Stella is the last performer for this half. The other half, which is mainly the male stripper team, the team that looks like they'd be cast for Magic Mike, and a few of the female love female strippers did not close until around 3 in the morning. Strippers weren't allowed to take clients back to their playrooms until after their final show.
Zero groaned as the stage manager came in for Rima. He hated pointless waiting. Instead, he opted to walk around and help the other strippers. There had only been one jackass that needed to be thrown out today. And the girl he had been after was handling it well. She was experienced in this sort of thing. Much like Sun, her persona was sweet and innocent. However, she was far from it. In truth, she was rather hot headed and had a mouth that desperately needed some soap. Zero just chuckled at the memory of meeting her for the first time after a show. He was overly shocked.
While being lost in his head, as Zero usually was, he wasted enough time and it was his turn to entertain the guests. One last check on his outfit.
He had on a crop top that ended just below his breast line, his stomach was revealed. In a last thought, Zero had rubbed some shimmer to his stomach and up to his chest. He was supposed to be the rarest diamond after all. He wore white boy shorts that barely covered his ass and hid nothing. His legs were hugged into silver fishnet tights and his shoes for the show were black leather boots with a short heel. He never did quite get the whole walking in heels thing.
Nodding in approval of his outfit, he left his dressing room, giving his hair a run through once with his hand to mess it up a little. He stood to the side and nodded when the announcer looked over at him from the DJ booth.
"Introducing, the one and only, Amethyst Beauty!" at his entrance announcement, Zero quietly swayed his way to the stage. He looked left and right. 'Damn,' he thought, 'full house.' He commented as more and more men poured in from the booths in the back. 'So much for going home early.' Zero thought with a huff.
He did not let his frustration slip through though. No, instead he turned, twisted and bent over playfully. Just as he should. He gave sultry smirks to some of the men upfront and winked at one. Slowly making his way the end of the runway, he let his hands glide over his front, throwing his head back in fake pleasure. He took, this moment as his hands slowly fell lower, starting at his neck and traveling down, to look around. His half-lidded eyes were hidden by his long bangs as he scoped for an easy target. An easy target is a customer whom the strippers can tell won't last long. The ones who were bouncing in their seats and practically cuming on the spot. Zero could count twenty easy. He probably could do three and head home, however something stopped him. That is when he saw the one man who would change everything.
Zero gasped, playing well into his show as his hands were now just passing his chest, the man was gorgeous from what Zero could see. The lightings were to the bare minimum in the clubs and the only great lighting was the stage. The stripper could only see thick dark hair and a pale outline of a face, leading down to a body hidden in the shadows. Yes, this man was gorgeous, something just told Zero that he was. And, that he was too gorgeous to be in a place like this. Zero bit his lip and close his eyes, his hands now running between his legs and teasing the customers that were getting too into the show.
Zero licked his lips and decided to speed up the show a little. Reaching for the pole at the end of the runway, he gave a quick little twirl, hoped down in a squat and slowly pulled himself back up, making sure to stick his ass out in the direction of the man. Why was he acting like this? Zero could not really say. Why was he choosing this client? Zero also did not know. The man was not one of the clients that would become undone by a simple lap dance. No this client would need more attention than that and the thought made Zero hot just thinking about it. He had not even seen the man and already he had the stripper ready to lay out and spread his legs. Of course, his pride would not just let him lay down and take it. But damn did he want it!
The silverette made a mental note to have Rima scold him for his abnormal behavior later. Zero moved off the stage and into the crowd. Men stared at him hotly. Some even had the courage to reach out and grab, which Zero easily evaded and waved a wagging finger in a 'no-no' notion. He slowly made his way to the man, dipping quickly into a few clients laps before getting up and moving on. All the while, the man's eyes seemed to follow him, even though Zero was sure the man was not actually watching.
Once in front of his target, Zero quickly realized that he was right. The man was lost in thought. Zero smiled at that, and with a sway of his hips, he stuck one knee between the dazed guest's thigh and the red arm of the chair and did the same with his other leg. Ignoring other clients groans and whines, he sat in a way he was straddling the man, and hovering his hips just above the others. He noticed the slight jump given at the sudden contact. Deer like eyes of deep red stared at him. Zero smirked; this man could be fun. Leaning in slightly, Zero dug in deep inside him to find the sexiest part, which at the moment was not that hard, and purred, "Hey, baby, wanna play?" into the mans ear.
Hot air danced against Zero's neck as the man let out the breath he had been holding. Zero leaned back, keeping his arms in front of him, almost touching the man but not quite. Zero did not want to scare him off now did he? Looking at the man, Zero could not help but raise an eyebrow and tease him a little. "Well, do you?"
Kaname narrowed his eyes a little, and Zero could see the lust building in them. He felt like this dark power was reaching out towards his body and he could not help but shiver at the feel of how powerful it was. Who the hell was this man? Because of his past hunter training, Zero knew this man was a vampire but not what level. 'Shit,' Zero thought, 'Kaito would kick my ass if he knew how rusty I'm getting.' When their eyes met again, Zero was hit hard by the lust in the man's eyes. His eyes were captivating. A deep maroon, and hints of red. The power and control they held just heated Zero's skin wherever they landed.
The man smiled, it was sweet and trusting. A smile the man could easily slip into, Zero saw. However, the man's eyes promised something far more dark and naughty than his smile. "Sure, I'll play." the man said, his voice laced with a husky lust that Zero couldn't get enough of. It was deep and rich, much like his eyes. Zero barely suppressed the shiver that the voice caused and easily slid off the man's lap at his patting.
Once they stood apart, Zero did a quick check. Something that the strippers were trained to do. First the hands, no ring, no tan line. Check. Next, the pockets. No bumps and grooves. Check. Jacket, check. Strippers were taught to check for three things before bringing a client to a playroom. First, a ring. The simplest and most deadly signs. A ring meant marriage and the strippers did not need to do deal with jealous spouses. Then, a quick check of both pants', shirt and jacket's pockets for any hidden weapons or potential drugs. Also, they did a second glance at the jacket to see if a camera was hiding anywhere. Maria did not want to deal with another sex tape scandal.
Deeming the man was clear, Zero latched his smaller hand with the man's larger one and pulled him towards the back room. Each room had a different colored door. The doors were colored so no mishaps occur. For example, when Bloody Moon first opened, the doors were just numbered, and this lead to a mess when strippers bringing clients back and accidentally walking in on another stripper and client. This lead to the doors being painted with each of the strippers colors. The colors were reflecting the gemstones of their names, Lady Imperial is orange for the Imperial Topaz, Gold-Sensei is gold for obvious reasons, Sun is yellow after the gem named Sunstone and finally, Zero was lilac or purple for amethyst.
Zero wondered down the hall and turned at the hand, the man's hand slight in his grip. He never brought clients back. Each stripper is allowed to set their own limits. Zero said he would strip, dance and maybe give a few hand jobs but nothing beyond that. Granted, he was still given a room. Hell, even strippers get sexually frustrated every once in a while. These rooms also acted a secondary break rooms. If a stripper were on the late shift, like the case tonight, they could just crash in their own rooms. Since Zero had been planning on going home tonight, and laze around on his day off tomorrow, he hadn't been planning on using this room. Well plans do have a funny way for changing suddenly, don't they?
Once at his door, painted a lilac color with silver designs on it, Zero turned to the man. "It is policy that I ask this so…here is goes. Are you in any way, possibly carrying any of the following; drugs, weapons, or a camera?" The man scrunched his eyebrows in confusion before shaking his head. "Good. Next, do you suffer from any STD's or anything like the sort?"
"No." came the simple answer. Zero nodded, and sighed in relief.
"Okay, now I have to ask. What are…"
"If I am uncomfortable with something, I will notify you." the man interrupted, guessing at what the stripper was about to say. Zero snapped his mouth shut. He was slightly peeved; he hated assholes who thought they knew everything. Before Zero could snap back, the man spoke up, "May I question you now?"
Zero stood there shocked, "I assure you, sir, I have no diseases or anything."
The man smiled, "I know, I hear your workplace is good at keeping you all safe." Zero nodded, "My question is this," the man said, leaning in, causing Zero to back up against the door. The man let out of soft chuckle and hot breath that teased Zero's lips. "May I kiss you?"
Zero's eyes widened at the odd request but did not stop himself from nodding.
In an instant, their lips crashed together in a ferocious frenzy. Teeth against teeth, each meeting other with equal fire. The kiss was harsh, needy and left Zero feeling dizzy. He felt the man's tongue slip into his mouth and Zero moaned at the muscle. Slightly sucking it in more. Zero felt the man grip his hips in a bruising fashion, which cause the silver head to moan.
The man then ground his hips into Zero, creating delicious friction between the two that only intensified their kiss.
Breaking away the two men stared at each other before seemingly slipping into the Lilacs room, slamming the door as soon as both passed the door frame.