Disclaimer: I am respectfully borrowing without asking Vampire Knight which in no way, shape, or form belongs to me. Matsuri Hino is the owner of the two, very sexy male vampires that I have the immense pleasure of writing about, Kaname Kuran and Zero Kiryu. Taken with much love!
Summary: Firing off five rounds, steam rolling from the barrel, Zero tensed. The bond prickled in warning and he clutched at the burning skin, desperate to soothe the worry that he felt welling up in his heart.
A/N: (blushing) Am I doing alright? Please leave me lots of love and review! 'Thoughts' look like this, just to let you know. MATURE CONTENT. Did I even need to Caps Lock for that? I know all of you love it so enjoy.
Chapter IV: Hot and Cold
Fifteen bullets. One after the other caused a chorus of echoes. Steam rolled from the barrel in a pillar of white. Click. Empty.
Release the used magazine, reload and repeat. Excess shells littered the ground by Zero's feet; the consistency of it soothing the turmoil in his dark eyes. Kuran was leaving, and he wasn't obliged to care, right? But… something lurked in the back of his mind, whispering that maybe the pureblood could be in danger without realizing it.
'He's a big boy and he can handle it all by himself.' He didn't want to go and besides, if the older vampire couldn't protect his own ass; Zero would just be a sheep to the slaughter. Unwilling to let go of his stubborn opinion, the ex-human fired off five more rounds before a twinge from Kaname's bite mark froze his finger around the trigger.
What the hell was that?
The bond. Worry flooded Kiryu's body uneasily, why now? Piecing it together swiftly, he groaned heavily. Oh god, no… he had been hopeful that the connection between them died prematurely out of failing circumstances like the glaringly obvious one, they were males. Men that were enemies did not show physical… attraction to each other, and the kissing, did anything good come out of that? Other than digging his own grave, although the older vampire did have a wicked tongue… Blushing, Zero focused on the original matter of distaste. Supposedly such a thing wasn't unusual in the vampiric world; two males drinking from each other but did it have to lead to a lustful relationship? Did they even have a relationship? 'No.' His neck prickled again and out of fury, he tucked the gun into its usual hiding place by his side.
His aiming was off. Snarling, Zero left with an uneven gait, dare he think jog, to go save the asshole that made his life hell sometimes, why did he have to play the hero?
"Unless the hero suddenly has no conviction and has weakened under pressure?"
Kaname's words floated back to him as delighted, burning red eyes and a slight smirk glared in his mind. Even now the pureblood haunted him with his intoxicating presence and pretty, spiteful words.
'I'm cursed. I had to fall for my enemy. And now I'm concerned? Just fucking peachy.'
Shifting the dark, damp strands away from his eyes, Kaname lacked the energy to be startled at the ex-human's sudden appearance, instead seating himself wearily. Pulling the midnight blue robe tighter around himself and ignoring the heated rush at the hurried gaze Zero sent his way, he attempted to be cordial, if not coldly so.
"Yes, Kiryu? I will be departing shortly so any demands on my time must be limited. I have yet to properly dress for the occasion, instead opting to cleanse my skin."
'Especially from your haunting touch that you deny me…'
Swallowing uncomfortably, Kaname fought to ignore the deep affection he felt welling inside his chest and replace it with… anything that didn't cause his breathing to grow harsher and his tone seductive.
'Unless you'd be willing to let me kiss that damnable mouth; I believe arrangements could be made for that.'
Zero stepped closer than he should've allowed, but worry traced the lines of the ex-human's proud lips and softened Kaname's exterior, the pureblood now shifting his body to face the younger boy appealingly.
Grasping to truly understand what his lips were parting around, he hesitated but continued at the almost hopeful gleam in Kaname's captivating irises.
"I…I think that this soiree is staged, Kuran and nothing good will come of it." Kaname hardly dared to believe that hidden in those simple syllables was an undercurrent of concern but it was far, far too late.
The world tilted off its axis as Kaname suddenly glided face to face with his… lover?, enemy? The lines were already drawn and dangerously crossed before, and the pureblood's restraint was snapping at the seams.
Thread by thread.
"I believe that shirt is mine Zero. Allow me." Without waiting for permission, heated, greedy fingers found the buttons and tore the offending garment open far enough to glimpse patches of Zero's chest heaving in anticipation. Yes, he yearned for this, fucking wanted Kaname's long fingers on his skin, taunting, pleasing.
Nearly delirious with longing, the older vampire ripped the shirt away from Zero's frame; his taut, muscled, shaking body like a drug, so addicting. Pressing his cheek into the silk skin covering the younger man's heart, Kaname murmured appreciatively at his stuttering pulse.
"I know I can be forgiven for my lateness, if only they could see the distraction willingly placed before me," moaning whispered words of need, the pureblood nipped at Zero's abdomen, relishing the faint ripple of his muscles beneath his sinful lips.
"The whole damn world could forgive you if they saw you like this. Ah, Kaname," Zero groaned in warning, the vampire's treacherous fingers trailing lower. Charming, alluring, Kaname nipped a path upward to linger near Zero's collarbone. Hot breath puffing over the tender flesh; he caressed the bite mark lovingly with his mouth.
Fangs lengthening, giving in to temptation, Kaname sunk them against the yielding warmth and reveled in the growl from the ex-human. Shivering at the blood coating his tongue, Kuran pulled away fiercely before he lost all control and covered the younger man's body with his own…
Staring into Zero's darkening eyes, Kaname dared to ask a question he normally would have avoided. He blamed the passion curling in his veins like a virus for his bluntness.
"Do you trust me?"
"Hell no."
"Good. Close your eyes." Zero did so cautiously, wary of the enticing smirk on the pureblood's face and wasn't surprised in the least when arrogant lips covered his own.
Sliding his tongue along the bottom ridge of Zero's lips, asking for entrance, Kaname smiled, knowing his lover could feel it. Wrapping strong arms around the ex-human's slight frame, he pressed his body closer, wanting to take the younger man into himself if at all possible. Responding in kind, Zero dragged his fingers through Kuran's drying strands, moaning at their softness and then realized that his "enemy" was naked underneath the plush robe that pushed into his shoulders.
Distractedly, fingers reaching for the sash, Zero firmly tugged it loose and traced his fingertips over heated, flawless, marble skin. Kaname gasped at the decisive caresses, burying his long, shaking fingers in the ex-human's gray strands.
Since when had he become so bold? Since this crazy, aching fervor for his hated enemy had turned into some type of… affair; that's when their world flipped upside down.
"I'm blaming you for making me…yearn for you," Zero whispered over the skin of the intoxicating pureblood, sucking on a pert nipple with ease, as if he had no regrets about this.
"It was irrational of me, I-I know, but your blood called to me, just beneath the thin layer of your skin, ah- Zero!!" A startled cry escaped from his lips as Kiryu gripped his arousal, weighing him in his warm palm.
"Could you shut up? We'll have time for talk… later." By the looks of things in Zero's dark, heated gaze; it would be much later, if ever. Struggling to breathe, barely managing to part his lips, Kaname strained to force out,
"If you really wanted to protect me Zero, it would be… appropriate if you came with me."
He should not have said that, oh god, Kaname knew he should've bit his tongue as Zero stiffened, ceasing to pleasure him. Startled at the wide smirk cast his way, the ex-human didn't look offended at all.
In fact, Zero's eyes glittered dangerously, enjoying the unease reflected from the pureblood's captivating, crimson gaze.
Before it had been hurried and rushed, but now… all Zero wanted was to memorize the glorious, complex angles of muscle arching into his warm palms.
Lovers? Enemies? All the same in love and war, right?
This was definitely war.
Blood pounding in his ears, feeling immune to the pressing doubts, Zero comfortably slid his body against Kaname's; proud that he could coax such a delightful response from the normally composed pureblood.
Maybe he was out of line for doing this, but Zero heard absolutely no complaints, only the most provoking moans and hushed cries coming from the pureblood. Feeling Kaname's powerful body weakening, he courteously pushed him, violently into a chair.
Shock written all over his face, Kaname couldn't believe this new Zero existed, could he have been a figment of his imagination?
Surely the boy had never had any experience before, so why did he know every pleasurable weakness in his body?
Oh god, not that the pureblood was willing to object as Kiryu settled on his lap; his muscled thighs chaffing his groin and creating an incredible friction that begged for release.
Gripping the thrusting hips below him tightly, Zero buried his face in the pureblood's neck, drinking in the essence that radiated from the godly frame pressing into his. Scraping his fangs across the fading marks he found there, Kaname gasped in his ear, the pure rapture heating him to his core. Growling, Zero bit into the skin of the pureblood's shoulder, nearly sighing at the hot rush of blood pouring down his throat.
Knowing what would drive Kaname over the edge, he shifted his fangs, making the skin highly responsive, and obvious from the way the pureblood shuddered and wrapped his arms around Zero's back.
Pulling away, the ex-human licked his lips and smirked. He was in control. Although the thought of loosing it and thrusting into the hot, tight body below him did vaguely cross his mind, Zero liked feeling power over Kaname. He wasn't disturbed about it because he loved the unimaginable rush that came from their 'transgressions.'
In fact, the chances of him getting criminally drunk to wallow in his guilt later was very, very high.
But now, right at this moment, the single being requiring his full attention was Kaname, a shaking, perspiring, delirious with want Kaname.
Could it get any better?
Kissing his way to the shell of the pureblood's ear, Zero whispered, voice husky with need,
"Come for me, Kuran."
Kaname cried out, so very close as the ex-human lingered faint touches along the length of his weeping arousal. He was teasing, damn it!
Enjoying the moans vibrating through Kaname's neck, Zero gripped him firmly and started stroking him in time with the pureblood's weak thrusts.
So close…
Silent through all of the older man's cries except for his heavy, staggered breathing, Zero admired the flush on Kaname's skin by licking paths of wet over his collarbones, tracing his strong neck and nipping at his earlobes. He moved from one side to the other and back again before he felt the pureblood's muscles stiffening.
Zero groaned as Kaname screamed his name, back arching, his head thrown back, dark strands wildly strewn about his face. Collapsing, shaking in a mass of aching skin, Kaname could hardly breathe correctly, but he did have enough sense to thank Kiryu.
Their lips brushed softly, Zero sighing into the pureblood's mouth before tearing away. He had to leave before… he did something he might truly regret.
"I'll be waiting for you out front." Leaving the arresting sight of the nude, marble skin that he had just touched with familiarity, Zero turned away before he could ask for the pureblood to take care of his own problem.
He needed a very, very cold shower.
Fashionably late, Zero gazed out at the passing scenery while settling comfortably into the plush leather of the limousine, admitting that, of course, Kaname could never be without luxury. Or maybe that was just how everyone else preferred it? Could it just be the image he was obliged to uphold?
Everything around him suited his particular style, except for him. To distract himself from the depressing miseries swirling in his spiteful thoughts, Zero trailed his fingers along Kaname's thigh, resting it on the expensive cloth that covered the pureblood's tempting skin.
"Unless you want me to make love to you on cold, hard leather, I suggest you resist your desire for me." Stiff and yet still arrogant, Kaname's lips were turned down into a slight frown as Zero chuckled and pulled his hand away, re-positioning his coat to hold in the most heat, trying not to shiver from the frigid temperatures.
It was deathly cold, but Kaname's thigh had been burning under his palm and Zero resisted a shudder of possessiveness, yearning to touch the pliant body across from him.
Control. He needed control over his rebellious heart, already fearing it was too late.