His words were meant for war, to reignite the flames of hate that used to burn within him. He deliberately chose his words; if not war, they were for ammunition. He wanted the Pureblood to suffer, wanted him to feel this suffocating pain that he felt in his chest.

Or perhaps…these words were meant more for him rather than the brunette. He hated to admit that he felt the closure building between them. He loathed the way he missed the Pureblood's scent on his body or his warmth when the brunette pressed against him…hated how he longed for the other's taste…for his blood. He wanted nothing more than to remember how every cell in his body used to reject the Pureblood, wanted the faint memory to come back…to take hold and engulf him.

Moonstone orbs looked to the brunette - who had moved away - gauging his reaction, hoping his comment would burn into him. But when Kaname looked into his eyes, he hated himself. The pain and torment his words caused was apparent. Chocolate depths filled with so much sorrow that the hunter melted back against the door. When Kaname moved toward Zero again the fire in the hunter's veins smoldered.

Now, more hurt than angry, he grit his teeth again as he hissed and tensed. "Get away from me." He was surprised by how broken his voice sounded, and he hoped the vampire couldn't tell how much his heart ached.

As he felt the tears swell up at the corners of his eyes, he bit the inside of his cheek to regain composure. He wanted nothing more than to reach out for the Pureblood, for the other to wrap his arms around him, and encase him with his warmth and his scent. However, he wasn't planning on running into the Pureblood's embrace and forgive him, only to be tossed aside and forgotten later.

Kaname felt his blood boil. He could see the internal battle within the hunter. His distress was so obvious he could almost reach his tongue out and taste it. However, at the moment, all he cared about were the words the hunter had spat, the words that still reverberated in his mind. "I don't think I know you enough to answer."

Had he not done enough to acquaint himself yet? His blood was given as a gift, practically wrapped and laid under the Christmas tree. For a Pureblood, blood sharing was sacred; it would almost be considered a sin to give it so willingly.

He moved toward the hunter, ignoring the protest he received. "Well then Kiryu-kun," His hands moved to the hunter's wrists, clutching them roughly as he moved him away from the door. "Allow me to introduce myself." He pushed the hunter down on his back, as he held his wrists with one hand. "Kuran get the hell off me!" Zero struggled against the Pureblood's grip; his strength futile against the power of an enraged Pureblood.

Ignoring the curses and protests from Zero, the Pureblood slid his tie off with his free hand. "Allow me to show you the monster you claim me to be." Kaname took the silk cloth, wrapping it around the hunter's wrists tightly.

He winced as he felt the smooth fabric pinch his skin from the constriction. Baring his fangs, he hissed at the Pureblood.

Kaname didn't acknowledge Zero's complaints, and pushed apart the hunter's legs, hovering above him as he lay on the desk. "I will take everything you own." He kissed him roughly, his tongue invading Zero's mouth as the Pureblood's hands slid under the edge of his shirt.

He wanted to fight back. Bite his tongue, maybe…But, the way the moist appendage slid against his, and the way the other's hands sensuously moved up his body, sent shivers down his spine, leaving him breathless.

"I will claim everything you care about." The Pureblood whispered against the hunter's ear, sliding his tongue across the metal rings, causing the panting hunter to squirm underneath him. "I will leave you with nothing," Kaname's expert tongue slid down to the skin below his ear, gently kissing the skin as he scraped his teeth against it, mindful of his fangs. "I will consume you."

Zero moved his head away, his attempt to reject the Pureblood only giving him more access. "You will become completely mine." He accentuated his words with his lips, sucking roughly on the hunter's neck.

Moonstone eyes closed tightly, biting his lower lip to keep from making any sounds. The Pureblood's hands moved Zero's shirt up, giving him a view of the hunter's chest.

Fighting against the sensations running through his body, the hunter bit his lip hard, tearing through skin and drawing blood. The scarlet liquid dripped as he glared at the Pureblood. "Kuran, untie me god dammit!" He squirmed below the Pureblood, his groin grazing against the others'.

The unexpected action, extracted a low moan from the hunter, and a gentle sigh from the Pureblood.

Kaname smirked at the hunter's reaction, grinding his hips against the hunter's groin harder, causing the hunter to close his eyes and bite his lower lip; an attempt to maintain composure.

The Pureblood lightly traced the pads of his fingers down the hunter's chest. As Zero looked up at him, he dug his nails into the skin, raking his hands down to the waistband of his pants. "Ahh!" the hunter groaned in pain and arched his back, involuntarily brushing against the Pureblood's groin once more.

Kaname loved the jolts of pleasure that shot through his body every time the hunter brushed against him; wanting more but trying to be patient, at least until he went through with his objective. Loving the way the hunter's body moved beneath his touch, he scraped the hunter's chest and abs once again. Sliding lower, the vampire's tongue slid against the narrow welts, tracing the marks until they healed.

Looking up at the hunter, his expression softened. "Please…" The Pureblood rested his forehead on Zero's chest, his hands gently pressed against the hard muscles of the hunter's stomach. "Please…Zero" He gently kissed the pale skin. "Please believe me…" His thumbs drew circles on his stomach, as his fingers moved to hold his waist gently. "I would never touch someone I didn't love." His eyes turned red as he undid the knot around the hunter's wrists, taking them in his hands and kissing the marks that would undoubtedly remain. "I wouldn't touch anyone else..." He held the hunter's palm to his cheek, chocolate eyes connecting with pale lilac ones. "I will do anything to prove it to you." He kissed the hunter's palm, his fingers gently massaging the marks on his wrists.

"I would not deny you anything…."

By now, he didn't know what else to do, how else to convey his sincerity. He could shout and scream as much as he wanted, have his way with him even, but if he never spoke clearly, his feelings would forever remain lost.

Zero looked away, the ambiguity in those brown depths couldn't be more obvious.

"I…there's…" He sighed. There was no way to tell the Pureblood his thoughts… no way he could explain feelings he had yet to acknowledge.

The Pureblood seemed to understand the struggle within the hunter. His right hand gently went to the hunter's cheek as he touched the others' forehead with his own. "Must I say it so bluntly? Your thoughts are nothing to be ashamed of; you and I want the same thing. However, knowing you, you will never admit it to me, or to anyone. Even if not in so many words, ask me what you want, tell me…" By now the Pureblood's lips hovered against the hunter's. "I want you to see us as equals. If that is what it will take, then I will gladly offer myself."

Zero bit his lower lip quietly, the blush that had started at his cheeks spread to his ears. He flinched slightly, as the Pureblood shifted against him. The silence between them grew, as neither had anything further to say. When Kaname made to move away from him, the hunter tightened his grip on the Pureblood's shirt. Hiding his face against the vampire's chest as he spoke, his words muffled. "I want to say something dammit! Anything…But they won't come out…the words don't…I just…it's difficult for me! You don't understand…"

His smile was gentle as he pried the hunter's hands away, causing the younger teen to look at him again; the rosy tint darkening as he faced him. "Perhaps it is you who doesn't understand. I don't need you to pledge your soul to me, or cry your heart out... I don't need to understand every thought in your head…I just want a hint…some clue- anything! - that tells me your feelings are the same as mine…"

The hunter bit his lower lip, once again burying his face against Kaname's chest. The Pureblood smiled once again as he brought the other's face to meet his, automatically pressing his forehead against the hunter's. "Zero, I will not pressure you, this conversation proved enough for me..." With this he brought the hunter's palm to his chest;as if demonstrating his erratic heartbeat, a physical manifestation of his feelings. "I would like you to consider my feelings wholeheartedly.

Dark brown eyes held him in place, hypnotizing him as the Pureblood looked into his eyes. He knew this was another way Kaname could captivate him...mesmerize him.

The intimacy of the proximity momentarily rendered him speechless as embarrassment stained his face a rosy hue. Biting his lower lip, he had no other alternative but to nod in return.

Although insufficient in his opinion, his simple gesture caused the Pureblood to smile sweetly as he pressed his lips against Zero's forehead. "I will see you soon."

No more words were exchanged as Kaname disappeared out the door, into the mass of students.

There was absolutely no way of backing out now. He was involved…completely and irrefutably associated with the Pureblood.

No matter how many whispered mantras he'd repeat to himself, they were useless now; more so because he acknowledged his affiliation with Kaname. Because now he had to admit that nothing that happened between them was forced, it was all consensual. Well most of it was.

None of the caresses were forced, and no disgust was felt. His reason for rejecting the Pureblood couldn't have been because they were both men…In fact that reason had never occurred to him before.

The hunter turned on his side as he stared blankly at the wall. It seemed there would continue to be many sleepless nights from now on. He didn't mind however, it presented him with reflecting time, allowed him to mull over the days' events in peace. "Kaname..." his sigh seemed unusually loud as it bounced amidst the bare walls.

Although his mind wanted to sincerely think about his feelings for the pureblood, his body had already come up with a decision. His hand moved to the front of his pants, cupping the bulge that had begun to form. Shifting awkwardly, he retained his pose. The protruding bulk reaffirmed the conclusion his mind was barely reaching.

He sat up abruptly as he gasped, blushing as his other hand moved to touch the offending lump at his groin. His embarrassment increased as he solidly felt the proof his body had been presenting him.

Speechless was an understatement; Zero sat, mouth agape as his mind tried to reject the evidence before him.

N-no but, I was thinking of something else…it wasn't him..I…i-it was...He desperately tried to remember the last thought he had before he…started feeling that way. But the more he searched, the more images of kaname he began to conjure up, and the harder he became.

His mind reeled as the memories of their first time came crushing back to him; all of the caresses and kisses, and the times their bodies pressed against each other. He could almost feel the heat of Kaname's body against his, and he shifted uncomfortably. He had no idea how to deal with this; looking back, it had been a while since he had to take matters into his own hands-no pun intended.

It was awkward. Zero bit his lower lip as he contemplated his next move; by the way his mind continued to flip through different sensations and provocative images, it didn't seem as ignoring it was going to be an option. His ears strained in the silence as he waited, almost hoping an answer would come. But of course, it didn't; he sat unmoving, simply staring at anything but his lap.

It had been easier than he thought; the urge won over all other doubts and embarrassment. The images his brain had stored subconsciously, along with the sensations, eventually drove him to the edge. Laying there, panting, covered in his liquid proof of his feelings for the pureblood seemed irrelevant. He knew what name he called out. He knew whose hands he felt and whose lips he sought after.

"Shit."

His left arm covered his eyes as his right clenched and unclenched, feeling the sticky liquid begin to dry.

Reluctantly he sat up, feeling around for the box of tissue he seldom used.

Biting his lip, he cleaned his hands, willing away the suddenly loneliness he felt engulf him. Still he couldn't help the penitence that came along with his epiphany. He couldn't just run up to the Pureblood and tell him, could he? It wasn't really possible, not for him anyway. Words were difficult; the wrong choice could ruin everything as easily as the correct ones could make everything alright.

The Pureblood sat unmoving in a padded sofa chair; eyes staring off into the distance of the courtyard. He scoffed as he thought about his appearance; black button-down shirt lazily hanging open, feet bare, and pants wrinkled. If only they could see him now..

His hand clutched a cup of blood wine in his loose grip. He couldn't believe anybody would drive him to this state; nursing a broken heart that hadn't yet been broken. Hell, if anything, there was a chance. But it was that very possibility that ate him. Knowing the wanted outcome was so close tore at his insides. Anything could happen; he could have his hunter, or he could lose him before anything definite had been given a chance.

He groaned, resting his elbow on the arm rest and covering his eyes with his hand.

Dawn would approach in a couple of hours, and he had spent his night sitting like a pathetic man, drowning his sorrows in liquor. He drank the last of his wine, and delicately placed the glass on the floor beside his chair.

He sensed someone approaching, his eyes searching the landscape for movement.

After minutes of stillness, a silhouette emerged from the rest of the shadows. His eyes drawn to the figure he couldn't clearly make out, but he could feel the presence.

He was pulled toward him, a magnetic field which didn't allow him to even look away. He came closer to the window, his palm flat against the cool, slick surface. Suddenly, his legs pulled him away from the window, making their way to the front of the building.

He stood outside the doors, his chest tightening with a breath he wasn't aware of holding. He waiting a bit as the figure made it's way toward him. Then they stood, a few meters between them as they regarded each other, trying to convey what they felt; relief, fear, need, desire...

The hunter opened his mouth to say something, but closed it once again as words failed him. He stood, gaping like a fish out of water as he tried once again to conjure up the correct thing to say. Zero's gaze lowered as the pureblood stood, simply watching the hunter deal with his inner turmoil; unmoving and unrelenting.

In a small gesture, as the hunter reached his arms out for the brunette, the spell broke. Kaname moved toward the hunter in such a hurry that it startled even him, but he couldn't let this opportunity pass, not when Zero had willingly come to him.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the brunette's neck as the pureblood almost lifted him off his feet and pressed his lips to Zero's. They both needed this; a kiss filled with both of their need for closure. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity; lips pressed together as tongues explored and occasionally teeth clashed. However, neither minded, it was more than physical at this point. It extended into every sense; both more in tune with each other than physically aware.

Perhaps words weren't needed.