A/N: Hello, my dear readers! I hope your new year has started out wonderfully. Thank you very much for the lovely reviews, faves and alerts. To answer a few quick questions, Zero will be seme (at least at first, I don't know about later), since he is the dominant partner in their bonding. That said, yup-that Greedy Ichiru-2 wives and a husband, eh? LOL. Enjoy this chapter! and yes, the titles of the past two and this chappy read "Marry In Haste and You'll Wish Yourself Back" one of those famous marriage quotes. :P

NOTE: Please remember that this fic features couples with multiple spouses(Polygamy/group marriage : i.e. IchiruxSaraxMaria) and includes Slash/Yaoi (boyxboy). If you are offended by this in any way or disagree with such themes, then you are under no obligation to read this fic. I'm not taking a stance on it, I just think it makes this crazy story a little more fun.

See first chapter for warnings, summary and disclaimer! I do not own Vampire Knight, if I did...well, you know.


Soothing scents of lavender and sandalwood teased his nostrils as the newly wedded and bonded couple entered into the Knighted Suite. Soft lights sprang to life, shimmering rows of candles beginning to light themselves along the walls as Zero felt his voice starting to return. That was good.

That was wonderful.

His voice was probably the only thing that might save his sanity at this very moment. Zero gulped.

It was only at that minute that he realized the door had shut rather ominously behind them.

Oh sugar snap.

The sound of the thick, solid doors echoed in the empty hall and Zero found himself wondering how what had seemed like such a small room had turned into such a large chamber. More lights began to flicker to life and Zero was finally able to make sense of the room. The Knighted Suite was far more awe-inspiring than he'd expected.

A vaguely Egyptian-esque atmosphere hung in the air as they stood at the foot of a smooth, marbled walkway leading up to a platform where a giant medallion bearing the Royal crest hung suspended from a thick chain. The walkway was lined with two visible raised beds on either side, bearing soft votive lighting all the way up to the medallion's platform. On the right side of the lovely walkway gauzy curtains of deep burgundy framed the way into a large, comfortable bed, liberally stocked with fat, white pillows. Matching nightstands on both sides of the bed held flickering candles, matching clocks and several pastel bottles and tubes.

The sound of running water drew the attention of both young men to the left where a large, in-ground pool seemed carved out of dark brown marble. The water was swirling, filled with fresh rose petals and a warm steam seemed to rise from the water, but freeze before it ever reached the walkway.

A shaky breath left his lips as Zero willed his brilliant mind to work.

His control worked better, now that the door had shut. Similarly, Kaname renewed his efforts to jerk his arm away. It was almost as if the pureblood hold was weakened with the barrier in place between them.

And then of course, it dissolved entirely.

"Ow, hey—watch it!" Zero yelped as they stumbled to the floor in a graceless tangle of arms, legs and fabric. "I said—stop!" His voice rang out, loudly in the empty suite and his new husband froze. Zero untangled himself with a huff and a touch of practiced grace, trying not to yank on their bound wrists any more than necessary. "You could've waited five seconds!" He snapped.

"Five seconds?" Kaname's rich, cultured voice graced his new bondmate's ears for the first time. "Wait? So you could get your filthy paws on my-!"

"Shut up and stand up!" Zero ground out, tossing his head so the thick hood would fall back. He jerked around and froze. He had expected several things and half of them were all fantasy. But he'd been wholly unprepared for the gorgeous face that glared back at him with hate visible in every pore of his aristocratic body.

Kaname was beautiful. The creamy, ivory skin was just as flawless on his face as it was on his neck and hands. The sloping curves of his cheeks, the point of his nose and those petal pink lips only served to further enhance an image made all the better by the bright fire flashing in those rich, burgundy orbs as the prince tossed a head of shimmering, chocolate-brown hair.

"See something you like?" The Kuran prince snarled. "You won't be touching any of it!" He gave another jerk, as if he'd like to storm off, but the necessity of their bound hands were currently keeping them in closer proximity than he liked.

"Quit that!" Zero jerked back, a little harder than he'd intended. Kaname half-stumbled into him and for a moment, Zero reached out a hand to steady him, surprised to find the body smaller than he'd expected under those fancy royal robes. Smaller and trembling—tremors that didn't stop, but that weren't up for discussion.

Kaname leapt away from the almost half-embrace as if he'd been burned, eyes wide and wild, the anger now simmering to an even more dangerous level. "Keep your-"

Knife. There was a knife. Zero thought, stupidly, fumbling with his formal wear. "Hold still so I can cut us loose!" He snapped.

Kaname froze then, quivering, like a trapped animal deciding whether a fight would prolong its life or only bring more misery. Almost as if it killed him, the pale youth deliberately stilled and lifted his head with a haughty look, turning to the side.

Zero rolled his eyes but fished out the silver knife, wondering how he'd managed not to cut himself on it yet. Kaname stiffened at the touch of the cool metal on their warm wrists. "It's just the knife, don't move." Zero soothed, working the blade back and forth to cut the stupid ribbons.

Stupid traditions. Stupid situations. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He chided himself, silently, stifling the outward sigh of relief when the last ribbon gave way beneath the blade's insistence. To his complete surprise, Kaname whirled on him and gave a powerful shove that sent the silver-haired prince sprawling on the floor.

Zero blinked. Ow. That had hurt. He looked stupidly from his now aching elbow to the redness on his wrist that was now fading and the silver knife that had fallen a few feet away.

Kaname advanced on him the burgundy eyes bleeding into a familiar crimson. "Let's get one thing straight, you manipulating bastard." He hissed. "You can twist everything around just like your father and ruin my family for your stupid revenge, but I am not some well-bred bitch for you to experiment with or a toy for your pretty little wives! You'll regret the day you ever laid eyes on me! You'll wish you'd never heard of the Eastern side of your bloodline!" Kaname's thin, lovely hands had suddenly become dangerous as his fingernails lengthened into wicked claws. "You pervert! You think I'm some pathetic fool that I'd-!"

Okay. And now somehow, he had another headache, Zero mused, wearily. He'd have to stop this before it got out of hand. Really out of hand. "Um-"

"Silence!" Kaname roared, drawing closer. "You think I'm finished? You think that I've sat through my own parents selling me off as if—you know, if you'd never agreed to this, I wouldn't be here. They wouldn't have been put in such a position and this—regretful act would never have taken place."

Zero scooted backwards, his feet finding no purchase on the slick tile. He made a mental note to mention it to someone in the near future. Surely slippery floors were dangerous in a honeymooning suite—unless of course, said couple liked slippery floors. The silver-haired prince gulped. This was definitely a bad day to be Zero Kiryu.

Kaname streaked forward with a vicious slice of his claws only to recoil with a cry of agony. Angry red lines began to show on his perfect face and he stumbled backwards frantic eyes filled with horror.

Zero sighed, long and soft, slowly rising his to his feet, hands held out before him in as non-threatening a manner he could manage. He suddenly felt as if he were on one of Yagari's random training sessions where he'd been asked to coax some baby farm animal into a box with straw and a blanket. The memory was rather dim. But the eyes, Zero remembered the eyes. He swallowed hard again, working to keep his vampire instincts at bay and hoping that he'd succeed.

"You need to calm down." The Kiryu Prince managed, at last, eyeing the wary Kaname who half-circled around him. "And the door won't open until next week, so don't try anything stupid."

Kaname growled openly, daring him in a way that could not be ignored.

Zero's final thread snapped. He snapped around with a hint of his true vampire self, uncaring if his eyes began to bleed towards the dark nature he so often fought. "First off, let's get some things straight." Angry lavender eyes locked onto brimming crimson orbs. "One, I am not—I repeat—I am not interested in men!" A fierce blush painted across his face. "That includes you! And second, I'm not Ichiru."

Kaname stared at him, stupidly as if the revelation had just struck him between the eyes.

Zero huffed, feeling the fight beginning to leave him. Kaname was just as mixed up with the situation as he was. He had to at least give him the benefit of the doubt. It could be worse. "I'm his twin brother, Zero." He scowled, running a hand through his hair. "And when I get out of this mess, I hope I'm lucky enough to never see your face again!"


~*~*~A/N: And I'm such a tease. *sigh* They were SO close!~*~*~*~Thanks for reading!~*~*~*