Under Our Noses

by Clue-Sama

Sequel to What Am I Doing? This is more about Ichiru and Nezumi, though so... Nezumi seems to be having trouble figuring out who he likes more: his brother... or Ichiru. Of course, Ichiru isn't denying what he's feeling, though...

2. Chapter 2 Dirty Child

Under Our Noses- A Vampire Knight Fanfiction: Sequel.

Disclaimer- Don't Own VK. T-T But I do own Nezumi! :holds up Nezumi: :D

Nezumi: "Ack! What the--?!"

Warnings: A little IchiruxNezumi yaoi!! X3

Author's Notes: I'm writing this right after the first one! Yay! :D AHHH! THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY EYYYYYE!! xo :pout...:

Anyway... Here's chapter two! :3 Ah, and due to the immeidate kickoff of IchixNezu- this one might be shorter than What Am I Doing? but I'll try to think of something to draw it out. And I think most of the story will be in Nezumi's POV and a bit of Ichiru's and maaaaybe some Zero/Kaname for the KanamexZero sections just so it stays a traditional fanfiction with borrowed characters. I love not knowing what I'm doing beforehand. -

Leap before you look, kids! X3

Enjoy! :D

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Chapter 2- Dirty Child

-Nezumi- ((ah, he's so fun to type as!!))

"I-Ichiru, stop leaning on me, I'm gonna fall over."

"Sorry, but you're smushy and I'm tired of standing here. What are they doing?"

I rolled my eyes and looked over to my brother and his lover saying, "They're just... talking. Sitting on that bench over by that fountain and talking."

Ichiru let out a deep, raspy groan. I swallowed at the image it gave me while he griped, "What! Why are they still talking?"

"They are a couple, that's why."

I felt Ichiru's antsyness cease and he got quiet. I turned and put my back to the wall in the mall we were all in and asked, "What's wrong now?"

"...you know if I had a girlfriend... or a boyfriend, I wonder if I would be able to just sit with them and talk..."

I removed my eyes from him as he turned to look down at me... (he was so tall...) and I felt my cheeks get warmer when I began imagining Ichiru and I over on the bench talking to each other animatedly and laughing. And then when our giggles died off slowly, we would look at each other in the eyes he would lean in and--

"Hey, Nezumi, they are coming this way! What should we do?"

I snapped back into reality and I said, a bit flustered, "O-ok! Shut up and...uh... look! There's a bathroom over there!" I grabbed Ichiru's hand and tugged him over into the men's bathroom several feet away. I pushed the door closed faster than the pressurized hinges would have liked, but no sooner than the door shielded us both, I heard Kaname and Zero walk by; Kaname was saying, "...It smells like Nezumi and Ichiru were here not to long ago." and Zero replied cheerfully, "I bet they are here on a date!" and my brother laughed. A sweet, dark sound.

I frowned. Recalling my earlier thoughts about Ichiru and I by the fountain, I became confused... How could I be attracted to Ichiru and in love with my brother at the same time? I sighed and turned to Ichiru, keeping my face cool and stern, but when I saw the look on Ichiru's face, my eyes were wide again in question. His eyes were half-lidded and he was looking at me as if he was the vampire and I was the prey. He took a step closer and I, one back. His hand rose to my face and his fingers gently stroked my cheek... I closed my eyes and shrank back, but he just pressed ever closer, his hand sliding down to my neck. My eyes shot back open with a gasp.

"Ichiru...! This isn't funny! Cut it out...!" I said hastily in a humiliating high-pitched voice.

His eyebrows knitted together and he whispered huskily, "I'm sorry, Nezumi..." and he bent to place a single kiss on my lips coaxing a tiny whine from me. "Come on... let's go find them," he murmured against the corner of my mouth.

He patiently waited for my daze to fade and when I stepped out from the door, he held it open for me to walk out.

Why does he keep doing this...? We are here for our brothers...so why...? And it's me, too. I am a pureblood- a Kuran! If I sincerely wished for him to stop, I could kill him with a mere thought; obviously, Ichiru trusts me and does not use a magical shield around me so it should be easy to fend him off...

However, as I thought of this, it only served to make me even more torn. If I could've gotten him off of me, why didn't I? I blindly followed Ichiru looking crestfallen. If only... if only I could do this right. The point of us even acting like we liked each other was to lower our brothers' guards and then seduce them or pit them against each other when they least expected it. We weresupposed to pretend we were lovers out in public and steal the brothers away- not bring the charade behind closed doors. We were to multitask...

My chest and head hurt and I brought one hand up to those respective areas and slowed my walk. I felt sick, too... suddenly a sharp pain shot through my chest and down my legs, causing me to fall to my knees. A few people passing by faltered in their walks as well, but none stopped and for that I was glad. It was my thirst- I needed blood. I gulped and opened my mouth to call out to Ichiru because he was still walking ahead. My voice came out like a scratchy whimper and I swallowed again.

"Ichiru...! ICHIRU, h-help...!" I rasped. He looked over his shoulder, finally, and his eyes bugged at the sight of me on my hands and knees. I let my head hang as I heard him rush over quickly.

"Hey! Nezumi, look at me..." he said quietly, but I couldn't raise my head... how long had I gone without blood or tablets...? "Nezumi!" He brought his hand up under my chin and my body went on edge.

Food... I opened my eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong, Nezumi. Come on."

I could... bite him... I could feel his pulse through his fingers.

"Is it blood? Do you need blood? Where are your tablets?"

"M...my room..."

Blood... I need to... I began panting and I could feel my fangs lengthen. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut.

No... not in the mall... not Ichiru...

I cried out, earning more attention by the customers, and let my forehead rest against Ichiru's chest. He put an arm around my quivering body and he whispered to me, "It's all right... I'll get you out of here..." and he began shushing my small sobs. I calmed down a bit and in the back of my mind, behind all of the bloodlust I wondered if either he was a poorly trained hunter- no one should really get in the way of a blood-deprived vampire- or if... he cared about the pain I was in and wanted to help spare the negativties of this attack I was having in the human mall. Besides... if I drew anyone's blood or if Ichiru decided to dispose of me here, big brother would smell and come and all hell would break loose.

I whined yet again in agony as Ichiru picked me up, bridal style, and shooed helpful patrons away as they asked do I need an ambulance. I buried my tear-streaked face into his black button-up shirt-clad chest. I prayed that they wouldn't end up seeing my fangs- they were extending past my lip now and I gripped at Ichiru's nape as I put my arms around his neck.

"Oh, Ichiru... h-help me... m-my chest..."

"I know... but listen to my heart... just concentrate on that and that only..."

I bit my lip as he began walking swiftly back to the entrance with his long legs at full stride. I pressed even farther into Ichiru's warmth and listened. His heartbeat was quick and strong. It was beating faster than normal, probably from walking so fast with a sixteen year old vampire in his arms... no... this was the sound of fear. He was afraid for me...

Suddenly, I felt the heat of the summer sun on my skin and tried to growl, but it came out as a weak whine and I didn't dare look up to see where he was taking me. I'd probably die right then. A few seconds later, I heard rustling and felt tall, thick grass brushing over my legs which were dangling from Ichiru's arms. He knelt and attempted to lay me down in the deep grass to get me out of the sun, but the only part of me that hit the ground was my bottom- I let out a small cry of protest and would not release his neck. I most likely looked like a child, because that is what I was, it seemed. If I couldn't control myself or keep my blood intake up, then I must be a weak, irresponsible child.

More tears fell from my eyes at my patheticness and Ichiru frowned deeply.

"Nezumi...here."

My breathing caught in my throat as he unfastened the first few buttons on his shirt, baring his neck and collarbone. My green eyes took on a disgusting shade of a bloody green, I knew, and my hands slid back around to hold Ichiru's head, tilting it to the side. I could see it, I could see his soft, sensitive neck beating above his pulse. The blood was less than an inch under his skin... but... this was Ichiru we were talking about here...

"Ichiru...I...I--"

"Would you just... do it."

"I could...ch-change you or... kill you." I panted.

"I don't care; bite me!" he nearly begged.

I lost it and I dove up at him, sinking my enlarged fangs into the flesh. Ichiru yelped and moaned, his arms tightening around my waist. I felt him begin to shake above me and small moans were exhorted from him as I drew blood. Some of the sweet-tasting liquid dribbled from the corner of my mouth onto my brown dress shirt I wore, but I didn't care, not one bit. Ichiru tasted phenomenal and this was the first time I ever had a hunter's blood. No one told me that they tasted like this! The blood was thick with the fit youthfulness of an eternal teenager and the delicate sweetness of a graceful, beautiful person of the profession.

"N...Nezu...mi..." he mumbled, sounding dizzy. I swallowed the last mouthful I sucked from him and pulled away, giving an apologetic lick to the bite mark. His eyes were half-mast and I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood away from my mouth. He slumped on me a little and I steadied him.

"Ichiru? Oh no, I took too much... Ichiru just think your answer if you can't talk: Are you ok...?"

I'm so glad you didn't die...

Nezumi...

His eyes closed then and I almost panicked, but I heard his heartbeat still pumping the rest of his blood around him, filling up the veins I drained. I felt so guilty, but... thankful, as well. I could tell that he would not change from my bite, but he would scar over and... when a vampire bites someone and they survive, they have that person's blood flowing in them. They essentially become each other's and they develop a bond. I could now feel Ichiru. I could feel him more than my brother inside of the mall some distance away. His essence was in me, keeping me alive and when I thought about it like that, it made me want to never bite another human or vampire, but only him.

I stood and picked Ichiru up, now, but I had to throw him over my shoulder- he was too tall for me to carry him like he did me and I started back to the school. I used my speed and got us back in a short time and I was soon laying a bandaged Ichiru on my bed. Running my eyes over him and feeling a dull pain in my neck where he was bitten made me smile slightly. I could feel what he feels a little. I didn't think the same applied to him because I bit him, so it only went one way.

Turning away from him, I went to my closet and pulled out another shirt to replace my bloodied one. I undid the buttons and let the cloth slide from my body. The sudden chill of the air-conditioning raised goosebumps on my skin and when I went to turn to see if I had covered Ichiru, his face was inches from my own. I jumped back a bit and laughed nervously, "Y-you scared me..."

"You scared me, too."

He released the simple stealth spell from himself and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me. I blushed and brought my arms up around him too, even though it felt weird to hug someone without a shirt on.

"...Ichiru, you shouldn't be up... you lost a lot of blood..."

"Don't you ever do that to me again. You're so dumb," he whispered into my hair and his hug tightened.

"..."

I remained silent as he drew me back and did what I was actually expecting for once. He kissed me on the lips. Gently. No rush. I let him and kissed back a little myself, but he stopped and let his mouth hover a few centimeters away as he rested his forehead on mine, looking down... at my body. I blushed as he smirked and said, teasingly, "Well, if you aren't built like a Kuran."

"...I- I am a Kuran, stupid..."

"I know, I know. But I've seen Kaname's body..."

"You have?" I asked, truly curious... and a bit jealous.

His voice turned into a gentle rumble in his chest as he brought up his hands to trace my contours. I shuddered under his touches as he whispered darkly, "They forgot to lock the door." My eyes widened at the implied meaning in his tone. I knew of that night and I knew what he was talking about, but the tone I mean is... what I mean is "They forgot to lock the door" means "Is your door locked?"

My goosebumps turned into those from the cold to those of Ichiru's touch and I really wish my door wasn't locked. Because it was. And Ichiru carried me over to the bed and laid me down on it. I knew my face was about as red as the blood that was bleeding through Ichiru's bandages and I was as stiff as a steel bar with nervousness... B-but I mean my whole body not my... Ok...so maybe I had a bit of an erection...but I wasn't talking about that. ;

I closed my eyes again when he staddled me on all fours and I felt his fingers ghosting down my chest. We knew I was only sixteen and that Ichiru was not going to do anything rash. It wasn't spoken, but I... I trusted him and he knew me.

"I-Ichiru..." I whimpered softly.

"If you want to stop me, now's the time," he offered evenly making me open my eyes.

"Th-that's not fair. Wh... What if I want to stop you later?" I asked, honestly wanting to know. He chuckled and smiled warmly down at me and my current pout.

"Well, Nezumi... I'm not doing what I'll be doing later. Do you want to stop now?" He illustrated what he meant by lowering his head to my collarbone and suckling there.

"N-no..." I breathed.

"Now?" He went lower and flicked his tongue over one of my hardened nipples, ripping a moan from me and an arching of the hips when he began sucking on it.

"Ah... no...! Ng...no...no..." I was making the worse sounds. I thought so anyways. I bit my lip as I tilted my head back into the pillow. I was so busy telling my nerves to shut down for a moment except for that one particular area until I felt air on my butt... I yelped and sat bolt upright, screeching, "What are you doing?!"

"Calm down, I'm only going to... well, just lay back down. It'll feel good. I'm not going to do what you're thinking of..." He paused to smirk. "You're only sixteen."

I smiled a little at that. As if such a thing would only stop intercourse and not all of these other things Ichiru was doing to me.

"Go on. Lay back down..." he purred and gently pushed me back down to the mattress. I obeyed after glancing in shame at my exposed buttocks... Ichiru smiled and kissed me again, distracting me from his hand straying over to a bottle of hand lotion on the bedside table and pumping a handful into his palm...

"...Ahh!" I gasped sharply and pushed my hips up to get away from an intruder... I managed to peer inbetween my shocked-open, still-clothed legs to see Ichiru's arm disappear under me. I focused on my butt and realized what had happened. He had inserted one lotion-slicked finger into me. I blushed madly and snarled in embarrassment. Not only was his finger in me, it was quite uncomfortable.

He applied more lotion to his fingers when he slid the first out saying sweetly, "This next one will hurt." I gulped and nodded, noticing how he didn't even bother to say 'a little'. I tried to relax and maybe pretend I wasn't doing this right now, but suddenly I felt a stabbing, searing pain inside of me and I cried out. Ichiru did not remove his fingers though and silenced me with his mouth. He kissed me and swallowed my screams as he scissored his fingers. My cries were sprinkled with sobs- it hurt so much, but the fresh blood in my system managed to numb the flaming feeling in my rear, if only a little.

Ichiru pulled away a bit to see if I was done yelling and I was, I was only sniffling a little and growling lightly in pain- his two fingers were still in me.

"I think I'm far enough..." he mumbled to himself.

I held my breath as he started sliding his fingers in and out easily. The lotion had did it's job and sweat would soon help with lubrication as the sensation lightened and I moaned. I didn't even care- it felt good.. and I barely noticed him push in deeper because I was meeting his fingers with my hips and moaning and he was moaning with me. From what, I don't know, but I quickly ran through his thoughts...

Oh, God, Nezumi... I- I feel you reading my mind, but all I can think about is how sexy you are right now... Your moans are driving me crazy...

I glanced up at him and he seemed entranced with me, gazing at my face steadily and groaning every once and a while. I think he may even be touching himself...

All at once, an electricity of some sort shot through me and touched every nerve in my being, making me see white and stars and I heard myself cry out his name in ecstasy. It was amazing- the feeling. I had no clue what it was, but it didn't happen again because Ichiru had stopped to examine me. I moaned and scooted myself down on his fingers whispering hoarsely, "Do it again... don't stop yet..."

And he did. He kept touching that area inside of me and I kept screaming his name as if he couldn't hear me crying for him. Like I had to let him know how good he was making me feel and he couldn't hear. During his ministrations, he yanked my shorts down all the way because he correctly figured that I would tear them with my legs that were struggling to spread wider so that he could get in further. Of course, I don't think that he could with his fingers, but my body didn't really use logic, but instinct. Anyways, my hardened length was aching for release and I reached down to shamefully take care of it in front of him. (I know, weird considering he's the one with his fingers doing what they were) However, Ichiru leaned foward to stop me and my hands came in contact with his shoulders instead. Not missing a beat, though, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to me to kiss him with a whimper- his clothed stomach rubbed against my erection.

Suddenly, I felt that pressure building up in my loins and I buried my face in Ichiru's blood-scented shoulder, moaning quietly.

"I-Ichiru...I'm...no, don't..."

I didn't want to come in front of him... it was awkward enough doing this in the first place.

"It's fine... go ahead," he prompted, following up with another rub against the nerves in me and my throbbing member. I groaned loudly, but sinking my fangs into his shoulder to keep from being so beastly-sounding. He moaned, too, at the pain and perhaps pleasure. I made sure not too pierce too deeply this time and while the blood flowed a little, I did not drink.

"Nezumi, come on... come for me..."

I panted wildly and the next time his fingertips hit the spot, I removed my fangs from his skin and screamed his name again, ejaculating on our bellies. My arms fell, exhausted from his back and I flopped back onto the dampened sheets and pillow, panting. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of how smooth his breathing was compared to mine. He removed his fingers from me and used his other hand to gently rub my arm.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm... yes." I said, my throat hurting a little from screaming so much.

Ichiru made a small noise of approval of my answer and of contentment and moved to slide off of the bed. I listened to him go into the attatched bathroom and run some water- I was too tired to open my eyes at the moment. Besides, I was trying to absorb what just happened. Ichiru... pleasured me, to use a subtle term. I did not really want to think of Kaname and how I still felt for him as well, but seemed to have no qualms about letting Ichiru show his clear affection for me.

When he came back to the bed a few minutes later, I managed to open my eyes and look up at him sleepily. He had no shirt on and I could smell the slight scent of unfamiliar sperm. His sperm. I... guess I had given him an erection as well... I blushed at that and the sight of his thin body that was laced with the wiry muscles of a person who kept himself strong and in-shape. He offered a smile towards me and I smiled back a bit. He produced a wash cloth and began washing my own seed off of my skin, which killed me. I was so gross... Xl

"S-sorry about your shirt... Ichiru..."

He laughed and said joked, "It's fine. I wouldn't have wanted it to get dirty any other way."

I blushed, making a small whining sound at his odd compliment and focused on the pleasant feeling of the gentle circles he was making with the moist cloth. I purred quietly ((I wish I could purr!! XO )) for him and noted randomly that the sun had just set.

"...I'm glad there's no class tonight..." I said, mostly to myself. "I don't think I would be able to stay awake anyways..." ((I made classes out again! X3))

"Sorry, did I exhaust you, Nezu-chan?" he asked, teasing me.

"...yes. You did." I surprised him by not complaining.

Suddenly, he stopped washing and I looked down my body to see that I was clean, but he had a serious look on his face. I sat up, finally pulling my shorts back on, hissing slightly at the pain in my butt.

"Ichiru...?"

"Do you still want to seperate our brothers?"

"Yes..." I answered slowly... where was this going?

"...Why?" he asked quietly.

I started at that and our eyes locked- mine in a painful shock at what he was getting at and his faded from a blunt curiosity into a hurt look. He basically wanted to know if I wanted him and not Kaname, but I... I couldn't answer him. I wanted to, but I couldn't.

He stood up swiftly and I wondered if that salty scent were his tears.

"Ichiru--!"

"Goodnight, Nezumi," he said quickly, his voice sounding stormy. He left without even going back into the bathroom to get his shirt and he only threw the washcloth back on his way out.

I cast my eyes to my body, dejectedly. My body that had been stimulated thouroughly by Ichiru and I felt so terrible for not answering right. Because there was a right answer to his question. I loved him, not Kaname, but why didn't I answer him?

Because I am a coward.

And I could feel Ichiru, still. I could feel his injured state of mind, too and I hated that I was the cause of his sorrow. I could also sense how far he was going away. He was nearly off of the campus- he must be running. To where...?

I rolled over and buried my face in my folded arms, willing myself not to cry like the child I was. A dirty, perverse child... but an unconditioned child, none the less.

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Author's Notes: ...What's "owari" mean?

Poor Nezu...Poor Ichiru, too! Well... at least I've got some conflict to work off of now ;.

Ah, and I think I'll put some Zero and Kaname back into the action to please you peoples. Are you all getting annoyed with the OC being the main character...? DX Sorry!! :squeals:

I liked the part where Nezumi had that attack in the mall. It was cooool! X3 And cute how he suddenly had to depend on Ichiru like that! Awww! What did you think?

Oh and... :giggles: the only reason Nezumi was so... loud during the lemon/lime is 'cause he's so virgin-y.

Oh yeah AND... I don't know exactly what happens between a victim of a pureblood vampire bite, except that they change, so- for the sake of the plotline- didn't make Ichiru change. But I used the mental bond thing from lightpathetic's stories (which you should read- they are the BEST- especially Mature Kink and A Place For Us) so if that's not really in VK, then credit to that goes to her/him. (I don't know what gender they are!! DX)

...REVIEW! X3 :runs away:

Anata ga ichiban!! ;3