Disclaimer: Love to Vampire Knight, but alas, it is not mine.
Summary: Zero sure as hell didn't want to be courteous and return the uniform, but all he could do was stare at the sinful form lying there, covered in blue rose petals. Dragging his finger down the side of the handsome, pointed face, he failed to notice the blood red eyes, watching.
A/N: I am so proud of this chapter so please review! Godsmack was my inspiration while writing this. Enjoy, I know you will.
Chapter II: Naked Unwise Man, or Men?
When had he ever shown common courtesy? Especially to a vampire. Not to mention the fact that he was an ex-human, far away from the category of a pureblood. So why in the hell was Kuran showing interest? Why should he even care? Zero scoffed at his thoughts as the sunlight blurred in through the windows passing by. Unusually hot, he sucked in more oxygen in an attempt to battle with the sweat trickling down his frame. 'Damn black Day Class uniform.' Truth be known, he would've preferred wearing white if it wasn't symbolic for a bloodsucker at the academy. He just couldn't have his way. Fate hated him; that's what he was beginning to believe from personal experience. Wanting to turn back, he forced himself to keep moving, one step leading into the rest.
'Suck it up, Kiryu. You're just returning his uniform.' Grumbling as he strode calmly through the hallways, his insides were twisting into painful knots. Left, right, another right and the single interruption in the wall looked ominous. Trying to keep breathing, Zero swallowed roughly, hesitating outside Kaname's room. Hand twitching, he pulled on some type of composure with a frown before knocking. No answer. Louder this time, he rapped his knuckles sharply against the strong, ornate carvings on the door. The silence was really starting to piss Zero off. Temper flaring, he growled,
"If you don't care about your uniform, you can ignore me and I'll make sure to purify and burn it, pureblood." Nothing stirred from inside.
"Kuran?"
'Breathe Zero. Breathe.' Reigning in his anger, he ignored any code of privacy he should've followed and let himself in. Shutting the door behind him, the dark blurred around his face before his pupils dilated at the godly image burned so far into his irises; he feared it would haunt him in his dreams.
Kaname Kuran was very much present. Mild sun rays drifted past the heavy, stifling curtains and lit upon perfected skin, tracing the sinews of the still, quietly breathing body. Blue rose petals. They littered the covers and planted kisses on the rising marble of the vampire's back. Brunet locks covered his face in disarray, framing the handsome, pointed curves. Oh God, Zero was dieing, pulling air faster, harsher. Drawn forcibly closer, he could reach out and touch that slumbering inhuman being. Scared of the desire rolling through him, Zero cautiously settled Kuran's uniform over the visible, naked skin that called to him. He had never wanted anything more than to, no, close his eyes, black it out. Red eyes were watching him knowingly. Forcing himself to jerk his head to the side, Zero's gray, pale strands almost matched the pallor of his face.
Kaname rose on his arms, lean muscles balancing his weight as he softly twisted to face the shaking ex-human. Zero's eyes were brilliant and dark as they widened, catching the movement. Passion curled in his veins, demanding as the rose petals fell from Kaname's hair and skin in delicate dives of blue.
Breath catching, crimson eyes flashed at him, dark. Kaname then noticed his uniform running around the circumference of his waist. Raising a delicate eyebrow at Zero, he was charming and enticing at the same instant. Frozen, Zero knew he should run, dart for an escape but those eyes, they brightened wickedly, trapping him. He was staring at naked sin with abandon as Kaname pulled himself nearer to the edge of the bed where his intruder was standing. Arms wrapped around the ex-human's strong neck and gripped his gray strands, pulling him onto the covers. Both of them were kneeling and suddenly tasting their secrets with fiery mouths. Ripping away from the soft mouth of the younger, Kaname whispered raggedly,
"This is why I'm not a wise man." Stunned at the aching cruelty in that devious voice, Zero moved as far away as the space would allow in a heartbeat. All he saw was red, burning hot anger. Feeling it rise to the surface, he let it snap.
"Because you're involved with me? Well, I don't remember giving an offer to save my life, so there's your goddamn uniform!" Kaname blocked his path with a stern body.
"Move, pureblood," hissing past his teeth, all he wanted was to be away from this enemy with captivating eyes.
"A challenge if you wish. Make me." Kaname's voice rumbled, so very male. Zero snapped his chin up, locking eyes. Shadows were drawn to the rolling darkness within the vampire's appealing body. Zero just wanted...to what? Touch the life so very close now? Shaking his head, Zero tried to brush past the blockade. Strong shoulders moved to cover his only escape. Kaname knew he was being stubborn but whatever the hell this was needed to be resolved. Enough was enough.
Rage whirled crazily in Zero's nerves, encompassing his limbs. He couldn't, couldn't take it! The want for that godly frame caused him to reach for the holster of his weapon. Escape. Making no move to stop him, Kaname watched silently, admiring the stretch of white dress shirt covering Zero's lean body. He even allowed for Zero to check the chamber to see if it was loaded. Snapping the safety off, silver gleamed, the barrel of the Bloody Rose pressed between Kaname's eyes, cold and taunting. Curling his finger around the trigger, Zero said nothing. Swallowing with the lump of sandpaper in his mouth, the ex-human crowded his enemy, pushing him back until there was no room behind him. Warning him with a deep-seated glare, Zero jabbed the metal fiercely into the flawless skin, holding him captive. Finally Kaname's silk lips parted,
"Is this what you want? Will this solve your problem Kiryu? You should be more grateful to the one who has given you-," the calm of his voice was harshly interrupted.
"Son of a bitch! Stop rubbing it in my face as if there's anything I could ever do about it! Don't be so arrogant as to think my life dangles on one of your pretty little strings that you have wrapped around your finger!" Eyes wide, insanely large, light purple darkening to black shadow, Zero struggled with the trigger. Cutting through his indecision, Kaname commanded with a fierce bark to his voice,
"Shoot me. Pull the trigger. Do it. Kill your enemy, isn't that what you want?!" After a moment of silence, he snarled,
"Unless the hero suddenly has no conviction and has weakened under pressure?" Kaname blinked and the gun went off, the quiet tink of the excess shell hitting the floor. The pureblood clutched his side, intoxicating, red, flowing life pouring from the burning wound. He had forced him. He asked for it, right? Practically begged for that bullet in his side. Falling heavily, wearily to his knees, Zero buried his face against the bloodied skin of Kaname's stomach.
"Kaname. I-I... Can anything stop this curse? I'm...sorry. I need, damn it, I need this. I need it so bad I can't breathe," Pained, gritting his lengthening fangs, Zero sighed heavily, shoulders beginning to shake. Kaname ran his fingers through his silver strands and gently lead him towards the wound. Unable to resist, Zero muttered,
"Fucker. I hate you." Tongue darting out to sickly, sweetly trace the edges of the tunnel in Kaname's side, the older vampire shuddered, replying,
"I know. Shut up and drink," pleasure that shouldn't have been there lingered in the tones of his deep voice. He sucked in a heady breath as Zero clamped onto the wound, greedy like a leech. A parasite, that's what he was. Or what he felt like with lingering disgust. Blood trickled down Kaname's waist, soaked up by the fabric of his pants that still clung to his lower frame. Trying to catch every last drop, without thinking, Zero trailed his lips lower, nipping at the muscled skin. Tensing, Kaname held back a moan, this was pushing his limit. He could only go so far with a... desirable male wrapping strong hands around his hips, nails digging into the skin. There, he had admitted it to himself. Zero Kiryu was striking. How could he not be when his eyes burned gray with hell? With another sweep of Zero's hot tongue, Kaname dove wanting fingers into the ex-human's strands, lifting him to eye level. Blood dribbled across his lips, taunting the pureblood's restraint.
Breathing dangerously close to that mouth, that tempting, demanding mouth, Kaname carefully leaned in and traced the shell of Kiryu's lips. Both shuddering, fingers gripping powerfully at their remaining attire, tearing the cloth. Suddenly naked from the waist up, Zero shivered, hunger clawing at his insides. Did he really want this? Did he even know what "this" was? Taunting, Kaname drifted to the other side of the space, elegant, his fingers jabbed into the waistband of his dark pants. Before Zero could remember to breathe, the corrupt, immoral, self-indulgent, godly being across from him peeled off the last layers covering his bare skin.
Eyes wide, breath fluttering through parted, bruised lips, Zero feared to blink, maybe he was imagining this? But the arched, rising chest was all too real, even for a dream. He had never seen a divine, living thing in his life, but after swallowing rather thickly, he knew that Kaname Kuran was closer than any other. Moaning in whispered gasps, the younger boy, god, he felt like he was younger now, trembled to the pureblood's side. Without asking permission to touch the marble skin, he lifted shaking fingertips and cupped the harsh cheek of Kaname's face, threading his fingers into the dark locks he found close by. Soft like angel hair, he regretfully dragged his caress down to a pointed chin, starting as Kaname leaned into the warmth. He had never touched a man before like this. Mouth dry, vocal chords unusable, Zero splayed his wide palm against the heavily breathing chest, aroused beyond belief at this point. Layering touches lower, he admired the firm body of his enemy. Wait, he was admiring? No way in hell, but oh yes, the powerful man had muscle and flawless, marble, no pearl skin that glinted every possible lure at him.
Yearning to see the defined slope of the rest of the vampire's frame, Zero circled the man, brushing close, breath trapping deep in his lungs. Before he could catch himself, his fingers followed Kaname's spine and descended dangerously, cupping the curve of his enemies' rear with heated, aching palms. Shaken, Kaname turned to the boy with flashing, desiring, blood-red fervor, just like the rapidly closing injury in his side. Draping his mouth over Kiryu's lips, Kaname pushed him to the edge of the covers and knees buckling, Zero sprawled onto the silk covered mattress. Following, his enemy, didn't this prove they weren't enemies?, his enemy ripped off his remaining cover. Hissing at the arresting sight of the ex-human's nude, pure skin, Kaname straddled strong hips beneath him and overlapped the boy's body with his own, hot, craving. Both groaned at the friction, well-built chests jostling, in, out.
Hesitantly, Kaname tasted the strange tattoo that bound Zero to control his vampiric urges, like this one, he thought ironically. Greatly enjoying the tangy, exotic aftertaste, Kaname moved to nip above Zero's collarbone and before giving it much thought, sunk his fangs into the offered flesh. Jerking in alarm, Zero struggled, trying without success to push the unstoppable pureblood off. Blood bonds, he had heard whispers of them before, did this mean they would be bound...forever, or whatever the hell the bloodsuckers called their existence. Probably had a fancy, unnecessary word for it. Weakening as Kaname drained him, Zero gasped,
"Kuran...the hell do you think you're doing?! Move, we don't want this! Get off, damn it!" Scared now, shaking, Zero did the one thing that put his life in danger, he bit back. Tearing at any skin he could reach, his fangs grew longer as Kaname's red rage overwhelmed him. Sucking faster, long draughts of hot, enticing blood, Kaname nearly roared at the pleasure-pain inflicted by the multiple bites in his shoulder by the ex-human below him. Body not responding to the warning, he grabbed a handful of light, blue roses and scattered them over the wicked, heinous, sinful flesh. Taken over by wrath, Kaname backhanded the pure face, snapping Zero's head back, gripping his taught neck. Struggling for air,
"Stop. Kuran, please." Begging with the last of his oxygen he blacked out, imagining the sound of a snap from his spine, or so he would hope if he ever became conscious. Thrashing his limp body, blinking rapidly, coming to his senses, Kaname was sick, turning pale. Zero was silent, chest barely rising; did he even have a pulse? Glancing over the multiple scratches layering his exposed neck, Kaname lifted the dead weight in his arms, one curling over Zero's back, the other under his legs. Carefully treading to his bathroom, flicking on the light, he supported his enemies' body into the aged chair in the corner, grateful that some interior decorator had thought to have it there. Although now it would be spotted with blood, Kaname wasted no time and wet a washcloth, dabbing at the ugly, fierce wounds.
Guilt-ridden, he also wiped over the planes of Zero's chest with gentle, sweeping strokes. Throwing the cloth into the dirty clothes from before and covering it with anything to mask the heady scent of blood, he shut off the light, eyes easily adjusting to the shadowed tile around him. Picking him up again, Kaname glided to the side of his bed and deposited him onto it.
Still naked, he turned away and shifted around for at least something to pull around half of his body. He found a dark robe and opted for that instead of anything constricting, sighing at the sweat dripping from his hair, half drying onto his neck. Sinking wearily next to Zero's feet, even those were desirable; Kaname curled into himself, elbows on his thighs, dragging his sharp fingers through his strands. Unbidden tears rose to his eyes and he snarled at his senselessness. Out of control, his body and mind were swirling to insanity all because of this damned silver haired, enticing, scrap of an ex-human, a mere boy compared to him. Digging sharp claws of hate into his skin, Kaname whispered a mantra to himself. Control returning slowly in increments, he felt deep, eating regret. Skin burning with sin, the pureblood raised his tired body and moved to make some coffee. When Kiryu woke, Kaname would once again be in control, offering him pastries as if nothing had ever happened.