Disembogue
Lips parted as they exhaled out a very tired sigh. The dark autumn colored head of the male was angled down, a very large disarray of papers were scattered along a cherry wood desk. Surely, the man was very overcome with such chaos laid in front of him. This late in the night, Kaname's mind was tortured with so many words and symbols, and it was begging for a rest from such discombobulating tasks. It was two hours after his classes had ended, and he was nearing the end of this work that absolutely had to be done. Why he decided to work ahead for the week was now questionable to him.
His hands shuffled through each page, sorting them now. Most of these packets, single paged letters, reports, and school events needing to be approved were nothing but reading material; all only needing a stamp or any sign of approval from the head himself. The rest was needed to be passed on the Chairman, or tossed in the garbage as unneeded and useless. The stack of papers in which he hadn't seen yet was narrowed down to five. Five more and he'll be free from this very strenuous job he was set out to do. The vampire's fingers traced his lower lip and tapped at what set him and his kind apart from the rest of the world.
Two of the five were just greetings from colleagues from Libya, wishing him well and reporting small unusual happenings in the country and were quickly tossed at the sight. The other three were attached with a paperclip, typed neatly and addressing the possibility of a gathering for all the students. It was traditional, yes, so that was one pro on such a matter. Undeniably, he believed at least some of the Night Class would enjoy it. On his own part, Yuuki would be wearing a dress, looking lovely. Not for him in particular, but just the thought was all the more reason he signed his name. Yes, yes, absolutely yes from him. Setting down his pen, he had an epiphany of some sort. It wasn't a record of any sort, but he had spent the last two hours thinking of just about everything but the brunette. For a moment, he let himself be reminded of what she looks like and how she talks. Quite recently, she had a birthday. He had attended, but, to his dismay, he dismissed himself within ten minutes for a very unattractive meeting with the Night Class counsel. She seemed happy to be turning seventeen. It made the very collected many-century year old vampire upturn the corners of his lips.
All of this talk about his dearly loved Yuuki made his want to visit her in this instant. If she was anywhere, she'd be on the roof, if not already in her bed sleeping. Standing and stretching, his form fitted uniform shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons and sleeves pushed lazily to above his elbows. His uniform's pants were exchanged to relaxed, yet proper khaki pants.
He headed out the door whilst tying up his tangled locks of chocolate into a small ponytail fairly high on the back of his head. Once secure, his hands dropped as he took long strides into the open balcony of the parlor in the Moon Dorm, where many night class students were sprawled out on couches and the floor and the tables. They all turned their pretty faces to see who emerged from the dorms and was now walking down the steps. In chunks and turns, they dipped their heads, not at all concealing their amusement with his attire. Ruka had grown tired of trying to catch his eye, yet strained her neck to take in every inch of Kaname's passing body. He was passive about all their eyes and quickly moved outside to where he was hidden by walls from the Night Class' gawks.
Near the bridge, the vampire shut his red wine eyes and inhaled to pick up Yuuki's wafting scent anywhere near here. Luckily, she was forbidden from sleep by her full consciousness and was once more on the roof. He couldn't get there fast enough for his own good, and he hurried as quickly as he could without looking as desperate as he was to see her. Once on the rooftop, he smiled at her back. It was indeed perfection to him. Creeping up on her, his long and nimble forefinger traced a trail down her back, making her jump and turn to face wide-eyed at him.
"That is not funny," she scolded, eyes with a knowing glint. Oh, how she has grown lately. She isn't the cute little first year she was one year and three months ago. She's matured and was well aware dangers of life, as well as the bits she enjoys.
"I apologize, then," for himself, he adds that he's not sorry at all. It made him feel happy when she scolds him when she has her place to do so. He wouldn't really feel this way when any other person tells him off. The pureblood quickly dismisses the thought as ponder and smiles with a kind eye. "Can you not sleep?" he took his place and sat next to the teenager and angled his shoulders towards her.
"I suppose I can't. I haven't tried yet, actually. Tomorrow is a free day, so I hope no one minds," she smiles as if she remembered a fond memory of happiness. The sight alone took his breath away for a fraction of a second.
"No need, then," Kaname tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and returned the kind gesture of smiling also. "But you are in what I assume to be your sleeping attire," his eyes drifted down and right back up to her terracotta hues. No, Kaname. You may not look there for any longer than needed. This is what his subconscious told him, but maybe he really did need to scan over her body for minutes at a time. Yuuki looked down and pulled the hem of her shirt out in front of her to examine it. The shirt was sleeveless and very loose. Even under that one could tell she was as thin as a stick, everything just small and subtle. He chuckled at her realization of his details.
From her examination of her shirt, Kaname caught a glimpse of small shorts. Oh, why did the fashion trend have to insist on everything showing so much skin? He did not appreciate this one bit, but enjoyed it so much. So much, in fact, a very familiar tingle tickled his abdomen. For a second, his lips drew back into a disgusted snarl along with the thought why now. The vampire's gaze turned to his sitting partner's who was now sitting crisscrossed and toying with her nails.
"Are you doing well? Do you need anything at the moment?" his deep, yet worried voice might have been a little bit too rambunctious this time of night, but he was pretty positive that no one would be disturbed. Yuuki sat in thought for a moment, and then turned to him with her eyes lit and back straight.
"Did you approve of the party? The ball? You know, the dance thing," she was searching for the exact words for what is was, but faltered. His mouth grew taught in smile of her late night vocabulary troubles. He looked away for a moment, as if checking to see if the coast was clear, and then nodded. His smile did not move an inch when she made a succeeding gesture. "I need a dress, then! Can we go tomorrow?" now she was bombarding her upperclassmen with willful questions. How can he deny her pleading face?
Pleading? A too well known shudder chilled his body when he thought of the word. His little schoolmate pleading was far one of his most pleasurable sights. What seemed frequently, Kaname wondered his standing in stance of masochism and sadism. Yes, he likes being dominate, the thought of her made him grow in pride and want to be dominant. Although, from time to time, the head of the Night Class wonders if it would be just as pleasurable being needy for long periods of time. For instance, being denied, or being bit by her concealed teeth. Surely he might like both?
His internal argument was interrupted by him coming back to his senses and nodding. "Yes, I'm sure we can go tomorrow," there was no current reason not to. He coughed as the air was suddenly pushed from his lungs, which caused a twinge in his nether regions. The skin on the fanged beast crinkled in suppression. Yuuki met him at eye level and eyed him suspiciously, playfully. "Are you alright?" her face was coated in a very lazy worry. She was relaxed, in no rush for anything.
The Kuran sat straight and looked at her. She was quite the beautiful girl, who had strong convincing skills. After last year, she had convinced Kaname to let her back into the day class, which she is doing quite well in. They exchange quick kisses from time to time, but not lately, so it appeared. He took the disappearing opportunity and pecked her lips. She tilted her head to the side and gave him an even more playfully suspicious look.
"Did you just kiss me?" she was obviously mock angry.
"I do so believe I just did," he retorted as if he knew everything in the world.
"If I may add, your kissing has not improved for the year I've known you," Yuuki was playing the exquisite lady role here.
"Oh? Is that so? And yours has, I presume? Care to give an example?" his fangs peeked through his grin. She looked at him as if offended, hand on chest and all.
"Oh no, no, no. Ladies are to let the man believe he has the upper hand. I'd just be boasting," she flicked air with the side of her hand. Kaname chuckled and looked back.
"I do so believe it is time to return to the dorms. It is far too late. I don't mind if you don't even sleep, just be where I can see you," his tone was light, but stern. His argument was not budging and Yuuki knew this all too well to try to change his mind. She stood, long and pale legs now becoming eye level with Kaname. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes closed quickly, not wanting the now annoying tightness in his trousers to bother him further. With no relief, he too stood, placing a gentle smile across his features.
The brunette and its partner were strolling leisurely towards the bridge, silence a still thought in the depths of night. The male's red wine colored eyes kept a steady pattern of glancing to his left flank, watching the' enemy' of his erection walk with a drowsy take. Much to his disliking, if the dorm's inhabitants were still up and about, they would see his beloved much near half-nakedness. This Kuran's idea of near partial nudity was the showing of one's shoulders, a little dip into her chest, and her legs. Nonetheless, he himself could not shed anymore clothing at the moment, or he himself would be shirtless. Kaname pondered on how he could sneak her in. Possibly climb through the window?
When they arrived at the little roundabout in front of the dorms, Yuuki made a little quick step towards the double doors. Her murmurs were something of relativity to the air and its chilliness of tonight. Before the vampire could utter a word, she had slipped in the building, much too comfortable with showing off her sleep wear.
Kaname himself could not enter the lobby, for it was much too bright not to notice such a large misshape in his pants. Drooping, he entered through his window by climbing, clamoring inside his office and fumbled onto the floor. Not as graceful, but it saved his embarrassment for another time. Once standing straight, the pureblood exited his office to his bedroom, where he met a blanket covered Yuuki who had a grin on her face.
"Why not just go through the doors?"
"I'm tired of being saluted to and bowed to today, can I just avoid contact with them for once?" this statement wasn't entirely false. All the formality was too stuffy for his mood. He'd rather be warm in his room having a nice conversation with his part time roommate.
"I see you have found my blanket," his eyes brushed over top her body in a sense of looking, but more eye candy to feed to himself secretly. Maybe a pleasant image for later memoirs perhaps.
"Yes, and it is warm. I could fall asleep right now with this," her shoulders hunched, and her hands met her face with fistfuls of the material to inhale. Yuuki's amber eyes were weary, which made sense. It was near sunrise and the dark blue had become a dark turquoise.
"Sleep, then. More than welcome to rest here, or anything is fine," he shuffled towards his wardrobe, pulling a pair of silken pants from one of the drawers. Looking back, Kaname glanced at a yawning and now half asleep Yuuki by the door, on her way out.
"Good night," she mumbled on her way out. For a second, the very excited man was inwardly pouting that she wouldn't stay, yet very happy. It would be very hard to ignore this beast in his now boxers, from which he took off his pants. A moment later, his underwear was dropped also, letting lukewarm air tingle the tip of his hard on. Letting out a soft hymn of pleasure, Kaname's airy feeling didn't last long as he stepped into his silk trousers and pulled them over his hungry foe of the night.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, his nails tapped along his cheek, the pattern not audible but a tangible feeling to him only. A ragged breath was withdrawn from him, eyes scrunched and knuckles white. Yes, he has indeed masturbated before. But for now, Kaname could only imagine many scenarios that would lead him not to. For instance, he began what if I am sharing the same bed as Yuuki? I couldn't possibly do it then. Somehow, the feeling of some sort of needing but not having sent a shiver down his back. Possibly this Kuran's masochist side was peeking through the blinds of the inner mind. Just to even things out, his thoughts began to form a picture of a very raw and beautiful Yuuki, hands tied over her head to his headboard with his tie. Oh, the feeling made his hips roll against the silken cage of his pants just for some momentary pleasure.
The vampire adjusted himself on his bed, sitting over all the sheets with his legs crisscrossed. If one could surely have both, one could have the other tied. Yet, there was one thing that Kaname wanted to feel over and over again. That very thing was the tips of her fangs on his skin, sinking slowly and the pressure of her gulps to suck in his entire existence. His chest was now rising and falling quite heavily, the urge to relieve his sexual stress building within the very idea of Yuuki biting him.
Letting out a sigh through gritted teeth, Kaname rolled over and tried to sleep as bits of sunlight sprawled through the feet of the mahogany curtains.
I need you lovely people to choose if Kaname is going to be an S or M next chapter. (Both are extreme softcore.) If I don't get 5 reviews, I won't update for two weeks~.