The Mistake

by lightpathetic

"IDOL-sempai!!"

"Kaname-sempai!"

"Ichijou-sempai!"

Squeal!!

Another day at Cross Academy. The girls and a few boys of the Day Class lined the route to the school buildings as the Night Class took their turn, screaming and pushing for the attention of their favourites. The academy had been in operation for only half a year, but it hadn't taken long before the Day Class students had realised the exceptional beauty of the Night Class. The first few times they had watched in enthralled silence as they stood scattered along the grounds after school, engaged in their various after school pursuits, but then they got bolder. Much bolder...

"Shiki!! I love your new cover!!"

"Ruka, my love!!"

Kyaaaaaa!!

The Disciplinary Committee had their hands full every school day, pushing the enthusiastic throng away trying to protect everybody. Of course, it didn't help when...

"Hello girls!!" Aidou replied smiling his devilishly cute grin. "There is no need to push, there is enough of me to go around. Momo-chan, how are you? Ai-chan what is that delicious scent you are wearing? I could just eat you...!"

Zero, who was standing nearby, turned and slapped Aidou's hand away from the almost swooning girl. He was a picture in his silver jewellery and large black spidery tattoo, flouting the school dress code egregiously. He probably got away with it because of his relationship to the Chairman. And Yuuki. It was no secret Kaname-sama favoured her above all others...

"Get to class!" Zero demanded rudely, not bothering to hide his contempt. It was why he was as, um, popular as he was with the Night Class. He hated vampires and it showed, with every action and look. The worst was his total disrespect for their leader. But Kaname-sama tolerated it and insisted they do the same. So they... ignored him.

Aidou forced a smile onto his face.

"Why don't you relax, Prefect?" Aidou asked, using the emphasis as if Zero was his employee. "I am just trying to be friendly..."

"Don't make me repeat myself, Aidou."

Just like that. No honorific. Aidou took a deep breath and decided it wasn't worth it. He received plenty of respect and honour elsewhere. As nobles they demanded it.

"Get back!! There is no need to push!!"

Yuuki too had her hands full, trying to calm the Night Class fan club contingent on her side. There were really too few of them to calm this throng, but they couldn't let anyone else in on the secret. Yuuki soldiered on, spreading her arms to create a barrier with a bit of success. However, as Kaname approached to speak to her, things got a bit hairy.

"Good evening, Yuuki. Thank you for your hard work."

Kyaaaaa!!

Thud!!

"Yuuki!!"

Kaname bent to offer his hand to Yuuki who has been pushed to the ground, quite incidentally, in the mad rush to speak to Kaname. All the girls had their favourites but they all could have agreed that Kaname was the most beautiful of the Night Class contingent. His wavy, dark, hair and smooth, flawless skin worked to compliment his exceptionally perfect features. But what kept some away was this... air about him. Of coiled danger. It was as if they were flies admiring a pretty flower that just happens to be a deadly Venus fly-trap. Of course, some girls liked that sort of thing...

"Kaname-sempai!!"

KKKYYYAAAAA!!!

Yuuki too was caught in his thrall as she looked up at the out-stretched hand. He was a vision in this light, half smiling in amusement at her, his eyes warm. Yet she hesitated. How many times had she taken his hand as a child? How many times had they dance together or she had pulled him excitedly down the street? But...

That poor girl... He had drunk until she had fainted. There was blood trailing down from those full lips. His eyes glowed like a demon. That same hand held her trapped as he... fed...

"Yuuki?" Kaname whispered, trying to bring her gently into their world.

"Yuuki! Why are you slacking off down there?!"

Zero pushed through and grabbed Yuuki's arm and dragged her to her feet.

"Get to class, Kuran. Aren't you afraid something unpleasant might happen if you stay outside too long? The sun's still up..."

"Yuuki? Are you alright?" Kaname asked, cutting of the twelve-year-old and totally ignoring him. He would not let this kid rile him. It was only a matter of time now. Soon Zero would feel why the others treated him with respect and fear. Kaname was only amused by how hard Zero fought the inevitable. He knew why Zero wore the silver earrings and had gotten the tattoo... But it was futile. He couldn't fight it forever... He would soon become what he hated the most. Kaname found a deep satisfaction in this cruel fact.

"Y...yes, Kaname-sam... sempai," Yuuki stammered. With a visible effort though she pulled herself together, although she stepped a little closer to Zero as she replied. Kaname forced himself to stay calm as a smug, protective air crept into Zero demeanour at this occurrence. "I'm okay! You know me... I have a tough hide..."

"...And a soft head. Let's go, Yuuki."

"Zero. How are you feeling? You don't look at all well..." Kaname tried but failed to affect total nonchalance. Zero glared and stepped forward, his hand automatically seeking his gun. Yuuki pulled him back as she heard the other vampires gasp.

"You'll be late, Kaname-sempai. The others are waiting. I'll see you later?" Yuuki asked, referring to the weekly meeting Kaname had with the Chairman. Sometimes they saw each other and spoke as Kaname came in.

Kaname forced a smile to his face. He nodded and turned away carefully replacing his mask.

"Later then Yuuki. Take care."

Kaname walked away, the Night Class following closely behind him in silence. They could sense, even if no-one else did, that it wouldn't be wise, just now, to speak.

"NO TAKUMA-sempai. There are two values of x if the equation is equal to zero. You have it wrong."

Ichijou blew out a long steadying breath in an attempt to not fling the textbook from the window. He'd been at this for an hour and it could be ancient Sanskrit for all he had achieved.

"Maybe you should take a break, go and see what is wrong. I know you are worried about him..." Shiki offered, referring to Kaname's foul mood. The dorm practically hummed from his depressed aura. They were congregated by his door earlier but to no avail. He wouldn't even let Ichijou inside his room.

"He still won't talk about it. It is best I leave him alone. He'll feel better once he gets some sleep."

So will we, Shiki thought, tugging the textbook towards him. He knew Ichijou was distracted so there was no use continuing. But there was no telling him that. Ichijou could be so stubborn. Still, he made up for that with how nice he was. Shiki liked him. In their months sharing the room, Ichijou had been nothing but kind, often inviting him to many activities, making him feel included, wanted. He was in many of the clubs of which Ichijou were president, often given the most workload because of this. Shiki had resisted at first, but there was something so joyful and earnest about Ichijou, it wore down your defences. Soon Shiki found himself like the others, enamoured with the enthusiastic Vice President. They were all very fond of him, though Shiki had to admit his constant cheerfulness sometimes wore on his nerves.

Ichijou had rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He could feel the tug of sleep but fought it. He needed to absorb this now or he would be hopelessly lost in class later. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He started again on the aimless design he was carving into it with his fire powers, just to occupy his mind as he relaxed. Shiki had no idea of the other truth. He wasn't only distracted by Kaname's aura. Shiki was lying on the bed next to him and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore parts of his body. Ichijou had been trying to take things slowly with Shiki. He had tested the waters before: soft touches, "friendly" hugs, but Shiki always recoiled from him. Another interested vampire would have taken him up on his "offer" ages ago, but Shiki avoided him. So Ichijou had subtly let it be known he was attracted to Shiki and had been turned down. No hard feelings. But Ichijou was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands off Shiki. For some reason Shiki wasn't like the others. Ichijou couldn't seem to forget about it. Shiki held a singular fascination for him. It wasn't just his shyness or his general low self esteem. Shiki brought out feelings of protectiveness and possessiveness that surprised him. He wanted Shiki all to himself and he wanted to keep him from harm. He found himself looking in his general direction when someone loudly disagreed with him, or drifting towards him when he looked frustrated with something. This coupled with an intense almost over-whelming desire to turn his quiet, expressionless exterior on its head with some fairly vigorous sex made Shiki's proximity on the bed almost unbearable. Shiki bent his head as he studied the text, as he tended to do when he was concentrating. His hair slide forward exposing the delicate shell of his ear. Ichijou's eyes slid sideways. He had a thing about Shiki's ears. Small and cute, the skin soft and pale. Once during a "friendly" hug Ichijou had whispered into Shiki's ear and Shiki had trembled, but had pulled away abruptly. Ichijou has been dying, from that moment on, to ram his tongue deep into it. His body ached just thinking about it. Ichijou looked away, taking a deep breath. This was driving him insane...

"I think I see where I am going wrong with you."

"Sorry?" Ichijou replied pulling himself out of his usual fantasy of Shiki writhing beneath him as he slowly licked his ears with his tongue, his hand massaging Shiki's length as he moaned... Stop it.

"The equation. I think I see why you aren't getting it..."

"Senri-kohai. Are you a virgin?"

Shiki turned his head towards Ichijou in surprise then looked away as he coloured painfully. Not this again. He was aware that Ichijou had been interested, but had thought he had gotten the message. He wasn't interested. Well, he wasn't interested in any relationship. What had happened to his mother wasn't going to happen to him. No-one would use him and then throw him away. No-one else would have the opportunity to abandon him.

"I don't see how that is any..."

"You last cover. The way you looked. No-one could look that way unless you are thinking of someone you desire intensely. That shot was an invitation..."

"It was just work. I have a talent for it, that's all." Shiki rolled to the edge of the bed but Ichijou put out his hand to stop him from getting up.

"Don't run away. I am just curious. You'd said we should take a break. Are you afraid of divulging trade secrets?" Ichijou asked wagging his eyebrows and smiling disarmingly. Shiki couldn't help it as the corner of his mouth tugged up in response.

"No. Of course not. Actually it took some practice but the secret was an old photo of Mother."

"Really? You weren't thinking of someone?" Ichijou fought hard to hide his disappointment.

"No... not really." Shiki pushed the image of his mother from his mind, as if Ichijou would see it. "Mother was a famous actress before... She had a reputation as a sex kitten. She still has the fan mail from men who thought she was the epitome of sexiness and the magazine clippings. I merely copied her look and my agent and the photographer liked it. It's only to sell perfume, Takuma-kun."

"I know. But..." It had made him crazy with lust seeing it. Please let him be thinking of me...

"The little finger between my lips was just to draw attention to one of my best features."

"Your... lips?"

"Yes. My lips and eyes are my best features. They are always emphasized."

"I... like your ears."

"My ears!?" Shiki laughed, self-consciously touching one. Ichijou followed his motion hungrily. "Maybe next time I'll try that. Maybe something like this."

Shiki, having absolutely no idea of the danger he was in, lay back of his bed and began a pose, quickly slipping into the persona of male model extraordinaire. He was extremely comfortable in this role. His talent made him good and thus he was most confident in this mode. He relaxed and assumed an air of purpose and poise. Ichijou's mouth began to water.

Shiki tried the look. His eyes narrowing to a hungry stare, his lips parting in invitation, but this time he ran his fingers into his coppery hair, tilting his head to expose one ear. All this while looking at Ichijou.

"What do you thi...?"

Ichijou was kissing him. His hands were pinned to his bed as Ichijou knelt over him, trying to get his tongue between his teeth. It was too much. Ichijou growled as Shiki fought him. Please open your mouth. Just this once!

"Mmmmpphh... Ichi- oommmphh!!"

"Open your mouth. Please..."

"No! Get off...!! Uhhh..."

Shiki protests wavered as Ichijou suddenly attacked the ear that had been bewitching him all evening. Shiki tried to struggle but the feel of the warm mouth on his ear was almost his undoing. It sent a shock of pleasure through his body so intense it took his breath away. Then Ichijou began to use his tongue. Shiki shook.

"No... Stop..." He gasped, but there was no conviction. He'd known they were sensitive but what Ichijou was doing was expert. Ruthless...

Ichijou felt Shiki's almost surrender and moaned, achingly sweetly. His felt the pleasure at just this fact down to his toes. His leg parted Shiki's, bringing his aching groin in contact with Shiki's leg. They were both wearing pajamas as they were about to go to bed after some late night studying. The soft fabric teased his hot arousal as he rubbed it shamelessly against Shiki's leg. Shiki gasped again as he felt Ichijou's interest and a stream of warm air against his wet ear. He turned and began rub himself against Ichijou's leg. His body was alive with sensations he wanted more of. He knew there was something he should remember but...

"You're so hot Senri. So sexy..." Ichijou muttered before going to Shiki's lips again. This time Ichijou's insistent pressure found access and Shiki opened to him. Ichijou trembled and another wave of pleasure shot from his groin. He crushed himself into Shiki. He wanted more... Dammit. Had he ever done this before? Ichijou wanted to roll him over and plunge into him. His hand fisted the sheet as he kissed, fighting to control this urge. He wouldn't hurt him. He wouldn't hurt him...

Shiki arched as he felt a warm hand take hold of him and squeeze. Ichijou broke the kiss to watch his reactions, as Shiki writhed against the royal blue bed-spread. His mouth open wide as he caught his breath, his eyes closed but Ichijou could see where they rolled inside his sockets. Ichijou gritted his teeth and buried his face in Shiki's exposed neck. This was more than he thought possible. Just seeing that was making Ichijou crazy with lust. Somehow Ichijou knew within himself, no matter what happened, he wasn't letting Shiki go...

"Oh, that feels so good..." Shiki gasped, as Ichijou circled his swollen tip, using his juices to full effect as he massaged and teased. Shiki's hips began to pump into it. Could he just let go? Something was nagging him...

Ichijou reluctantly lifted himself from Shiki's neck and slid lower to pull away his pants. He licked at Shiki's lower stomach insatiably before going lower to give the same treatment to Shiki's length. Shiki gasped again and arched, nearly shooting off the bed. His breaths almost wheezed as he tried to cope when Ichijou planted the tip of his tongue into his own tip and began a brisk vibrating motion.

"Takuma!! Ahhh!! Ohh God... Please!!" Shiki begged. He pushed his fingers into Ichijou's hair and pulled, all the while trying to arch his hips. He was sure he would die if Ichijou didn't...

TTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Shiki stiffened. He looked towards the side table where the cell-phone lay.

"Wait..."

Ichijou plunged. Shiki's length disappeared into his mouth. Shiki gasped again and whimpered as his swollen tip finally hit the back of Ichijou's throat. The heat seemed to shoot right through him. Shiki raise his hips again but Ichijou held him fast, beginning to pump, all the while watching Shiki, savouring his reactions. He was a pictured of seduction with his untidy mane spread on the bed, his head tossing mindlessly, his hands grabbing for him. Ichijou close his eyes and groaned deep in his throat. It was better than he had imagined. He could feel how damp his clothes were getting from just watching alone, but he wanted more. He was aching to feel Shiki around his own arousal squeezing him, pushing him.

Ichijou delved beneath Shiki and rubbed the tight circle he found there, his saliva already providing adequate lubrication. Shiki gasped and stiffened again.

"No..."

"Wait. Senri. I won't hurt you. I promise. I would rather die than hurt you..."

"No! I'm not ready. I can't do this..."

Ichijou lost his battle with his desperation. He lowered his mouth again and began to suck, making Shiki an offer that was hard to refuse. At the same time he pushed his fingers into him, dying to feel his heat, knowing he could persuade Shiki to give in... Ichijou convulse as he felt it. Shiki core. He was close to losing himself. He pressed into the side of the mattress, grinding into it in lieu of Shiki's hot body. He moaned again as he changed to licking again.

"Dear God...!!" Ichigo could feel himself closing in on his own limits.

Shiki groaned as the pain subsided and the slow throbbing began as he felt Takuma's finger massage his insides in a way that made his legs tremble.

"Takuma... Takuma...!"

"Shhhh. I got you. I won't stop. Nothing could drag me away. Take it. Take what I am giving you..."

"Oohhhh Shit!! I can't stand..." Shiki began to scream. His muscles squeezed painfully around Ichijou's fingers as he spilled over, covering them both, trembling uncontrollably. He seemed surprised and delighted at the same time. His face a picture of ecstasy. Ichijou watched this, rapt, as he too came, pressing hard into the mattress. This would do for now. He couldn't explain why, but he knew. He knew in that moment that his heart had been taken away. That he would never allow Shiki to get away from him.


THEY lay for a while, spent, Ichijou covering him, his head resting on Shiki's left shoulder. Shiki realised that it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, on a whole, he'd liked it. His insides where Ichijou's fingers had probed ached sweetly. Shiki found himself wondering what it would be like to have Ichijou fill him as he had wanted to do. To have his entire length pounding into him, the pleasure coursing through him with each thrust. Like it was with...

Shiki sat up and pushed Ichijou over, who had been dozing quite nicely until another opportunity presented itself. That wasn't going to be the last time today by any means. But he had been savouring the moment. Shiki had let him make love to him. Ichijou was smiling even in his sleep. But now...

"What? What is it?"

"The phone. I want to see who called."

Ichijou squashed his disappointment and sat up scratching his head. He looked down at the damp, sticky circle in his pajamas and decided he could shower while Shiki returned his agent's calls. Having a human agent could be a little inconvenient but he'd move heaven and earth for Shiki. Ichijou watched a little as Shiki walked naked to the desk to retrieve the cell. It was something he would never do before: walk around nude. Ichijou almost didn't make it to the en suite, as he seriously considered pushing Shiki over the desk and taking that hot, tight ass of his...

"What?! Why?! Weren't you watching her?"

Ichijou ran out of the shower. He could hear serious distress in Shiki's voice.

"What is it?" Ichijou asked, pulling Shiki around to face him. Shiki pulled away.

"No... I can come... I'll take the next train. Don't let her leave your sight!! Dammit!!"

"What is it?" Ichijou followed Shiki, not leaving his body space, determined that he shouldn't push him away. But Shiki pushed. He had to pack and leave immediately. His mother...

"Senri. Please speak to me. What is it? I am sure I can help..."

"No you can't. You can't help. In fact, you probably made it worse..."

"What?"

"She tried to call me. She tried to call me and she couldn't reach me. That's why she did this. She knew. She knew I was... what I was doing... It's my fault. I should have remembered... I'm so stupid..."

"Don't say that!! I hate when you do that! Pull yourself down..."

"I deserve it!! I can't only think of myself. She and I..." Shiki faltered. He wasn't ready to say it. "Look, leave me alone. I can't do this with you. It was a moment of weakness, but it is over now. Let's leave it at that. Now, get out of the way and let me pack."

"What are you saying? What is this obsession with your mother's happiness? Do you have a mother complex? Is that it? You prefer what your mother can offer to what I can? Dammit Senri, don't blame me for whatever 'this' is. You enjoyed it as much as I did and I am not nearly half way done with you. My God, the things I am dying to do to you..."

"I don't need it! I don't need any more complications in my life. It was a mistake, Takuma-kun. It was enjoyable, I had fun, but now I need to move on. You should too. Did you think it would mean more than that? I already told you I wasn't interested. Don't be so desperate."

Desperate? Ichijou gasped, struck dumb by the crap coming out of Shiki's mouth. His anger boiling to the surface. Ichijou marched up to where Shiki was stuffing clothes in a bag and grabbed his arms.

"You little shit..."

"Get your hands off me."

"You wanted me as much as I wanted you. You are just too cowardly to admit it. In fact, you are too cowardly to do much of anything. It's a wonder you are as successful as you are. Maybe your success is mostly your agent's, huh?" Ichijou's eyes narrowed as he selected his barbs. "Go ahead back to your mother, you baby! Who would want someone who is so immature as to go running back to their mother as soon as their world hits a little turbulence?"

Shiki wrenched himself out of Ichijou's hands and resumed packing, ignoring his standing there. He fully intended to change rooms when he got back. He was used to these two-faced people. They showed their true colours as soon as they didn't get their way. Turbulence? He called what his mother did "turbulence"?

"My mother tried to kill herself tonight." Shiki said with deceptive calm, aiming each nail with precision. "Right after she tried to call me and I didn't answer. I am going to see her and when I get back I am going to change rooms. Don't ever speak to me again."

Shiki then turned and went into the bathroom to change, closing the door firmly behind him.

To be continued

lightpathetic wrote this but these are not my characters. They belong to "Vampire Knight".