Sorry it took so long, guys. Quality smut is just hard to write, sometimes.
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~Sins~
"Oh." He didn't even flinch.
I wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, it could mean he didn't care about that, that I had worried so much over nothing. On the other, it could mean I'd never see him again without him trying to kill me. I was waiting breathlessly to find out.
He looked at me and chuckled. "Good God, you should see how you look. You'd think I'd just told you I killed Yuuki and intended to kill you and Kaname next."
"You're okay with it, then? Me being the daughter of the woman who turned you?" The woman you wanted for the longest time to kill, I added mentally. I wasn't sure how he felt about her now, but she was my mother, no matter what, and I had to protect what family I had.
He smiled sweetly at me. "I figured you had some connection to her because of Ichiru. Everyone knows he loves her and works for her."
I couldn't help but smile. Then I leaned in to kiss him, nibbling on his lower lip briefly before pulling back. "We have one night before he gets here, love. So we best sate our wants tonight because I'm not crazy enough to try and run around during the hunter's stay."
A wicked smile lifted his lips. "I don't think either of us will be able to walk, sit, or stand after this, because God only knows how long Shishou will stay."
She was Shizuka's daughter. But it didn't hurt me that she'd hidden that, not nearly as much as I thought it would. Sometime, somehow, my anger against that particular vampiress had mellowed some. I understood revenge better than anyone, after all.
I had to look at it from Sanako's perspective. She finally met her mother after so long. She couldn't help what her mother had done to me, just as she couldn't help what she was. Was there any point in holding her family against her?
She didn't hold mine against me, considering what she is and what we did for a living. Neither of us could help any of these things, so what was the point of wasting energy being angry about them?
"Zero?" She had tilted her head sideways and was looking at me.
"Hmm?"
She kissed my forehead with a smile. "Will you stop thinking? You can do that when Yagari-san gets here. But there are other things" –she made a suggestive face- "we can't do."
I smiled at her and stepped toward her. She stepped forward to meet me half way. Our kiss began softly, unhurriedly, as we explored each other's mouths. Her arms snaked around me and drew me closer, adding the suddenly intimate press of her breasts against my chest, and our kiss turned more heated and hurried, my mouth slanting over hers.
She smoothly untied my tie, but her hands fumbled to undo the buttons of my school uniform, her frustration evident in her kiss. She drew back and concentrated on unbuttoning first my jacket, then my shirt, muttering, "No matter how hot you look in this, there are far too many buttons."
I smiled and watched her. Her suit was almost identical to the female uniform, the only difference being the crimson color. The skirt was even the same length, the hem playing against the fishnet stockings she wore. I let my hand trail up her thigh softly to caress the skin that was just above the tops of her stockings, which was only about two inches above the hem of the skirt, anyway.
She made a sweet little noise as I began drawing tiny circles with my fingertips. She drew her hands slowly down my almost bare chest, making me tremble under her touch. She brought her lips back to mine almost violently, even as she went to unbutton my pants, then unzip them before shoving them down my legs like they were nothing.
I went to work on undressing her, starting by untying the ribbon, then unbuttoning her jacket. Next was her white silk blouse, which I began unbuttoning as she shrugged off her jacket. When I finished, I slid the light, slick material down her arms and began working on the skirt, hunting for a button, a zipper –something!
She laughed lightly –breathily- and reached to her left side, unzipping the skirt, which I shoved down off her thighs.
We separated for an instant, to finish shucking our clothes. Then we came back together to remove each others undergarments. She made very quick work of my crimson boxers as I slid her black lace panties down her thighs. Reaching around her back, I searched for her bra clasp for a minute before finding it and undoing it, the white lace cups falling from the lushness of her breasts as she shrugged out of it.
So there she stood before me, an angel with translucent skin, her black hair pulled back in a prim bun, her red-brown eyes wide and dark with lust, wearing nothing but a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings. Almost as if she heard my description, her hands slid behind her neck and let the long wavy tresses free of the almost librarian-like hairstyle.
Now she looks like a temptress. Her hair cascaded down to reach the tops of her thigh-highs, giving her a much more sensual look as some of her hair fell to cover part of one breast. Her eyes were bright, her lips were bruised from our kisses, and I was certain I'd never seen anything more sensuous, more beautiful, more arousing in my life.
She crooked her finger at me. "C'mere," she commanded throatily.
And who was I to deny her?
He strode toward me at my command. His eyes were hot, tracing my body like a caress, increasing the ache between my thighs. He stopped before me, waiting for my command or caress.
He wasn't a very submissive individual, and I guessed it stemmed from a lack of trust. But his willingness to submit to me, to obey my commands, spoke volumes about his trust in me.
So I let my hands spread across the width of his chest, bringing my mouth to his neck. I kissed the edge of his tattoo, suckling on it briefly before I brought my mouth to the place where his pulse hammered just beneath his skin. I nipped it, lightly and carefully in order to not draw blood. His low moan made it worth it. I tongued the area before making a wet trail from that spot down the middle of his chest, stopping to address both of his nipples by drawing first one, then the other into my mouth and applying suction, which drew a strange pleasure sound that was halfway between a sigh and a growl from him.
I trailed down further to play in his belly button with my tongue, enjoying the shocked pleasure noise he made. I trailed down to the juncture of his thighs before dropping to my knees and beginning at his feet, tonguing the sensitive skin between two of his toes, starling him into moaning. I kissed up one foot, up his ankle and calf, and then moved to kiss the underside of his knee. Then I began again on the other leg before kissing my way up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, first one, then the other.
I pressed a light kiss to the tip of his straining cock before rising to kiss his lips hungrily.
"Sanako," he breathed out as I ground my hips against his.
"Hmm?"
"Can I" –he gasped as I caressed his cock, skin against skin- "touch you?"
"Who said you couldn't earlier?" I asked teasingly, my arms sliding around his neck.
His arms slid around me and pulled me against him, hard. He slanted his lips over mine, his kiss hot and desperate. He drew back a few inches and caressed my sensitive neck with his fingertips, making me shiver, before he dropped his head to take one of my sensitized nipples into his mouth.
I let out a little gasping moan and speared my fingers into his hair. I felt him smile.
After all, foreplay is pushing your partner past the brink of sanity. And Zero seemed to be embracing that role whole heartedly.
Then again, hadn't I? And turnabout is always a fair play.
He tortured me with his clever mouth and fingers, drawing pleasure noises out of me I didn't know how to describe. Everything he did coiled the heat in the pit of my stomach a little tighter.
I grabbed his head and jerked him upward to kiss him hard, rubbing myself against him like a cat in heat. I swallowed his quiet moan, smiling to myself as I moved to nibble on his earlobe. "Zero," I murmured. "I want you, Zero."
He stilled slightly for a moment before taking a more aggressive role, kissing me and forcing me to step back until the back of my knees brushed the mattress.
He broke our kiss to scoop me up into his arms and lay me on the bed before he crawled in right beside me.
I drew his head toward me, feeling the want coiling tighter just over his gentleness. "Zero," I whispered, with the reverence of a prayer.
She looked so sensual on her bed, her fall of black hair vivid against the green comforter. Wearing nothing but an expression that told of her want, I had a feeling I'd never see anything more sensual in my life.
She whispered my name like a plea, like a prayer, and I brought my mouth to hers as I moved on top of her. I kissed her, maintaining the ragged edge of my control just barely. She parted her legs so I rest between them.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice as tattered as my control was.
She smiled slowly, sensually. "Babe, if I wasn't sure, you wouldn't be on top of me."
I had to smile at that. I thrust into her slowly, feeling the barrier break, watching her face contort in pain for an instant. Then she moved against me and I smelled her blood.
The beast within me suddenly ravenous, I bit my lip against the raging instincts.
Her eyes widened as the smell of my blood permeated the room.
Ah, hell, my blood draws her … as hers draws me. Fuck! I did the best thing I could at the moment: I kissed her and moved.
She lapped at my bloody lip like a sensual cat before she moaned from the sensation. I increased our pace, moving faster. Her hips always met mine halfway, her tongue lapping up every stray droplet of my blood.
"Zero!" she panted out, her nails digging into my back but not moving at all. Maybe she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself if she smelled more of my blood.
I couldn't believe the feeling of oneness that came with this. He drove me higher and higher, until I was dizzy form the sensations, and then he drove me even higher.
I felt the pressure building quickly, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me.
"Zero! Oh! Nnh! Zero!" I moaned as I saw stars and came. He rode out my orgasm, and thrust once, twice more before coming, smothering his bellow against my mouth.
We lay there, spent, in each others arms for a long time before he drew out of me.
The smell of my blood filled the room. His face contorted almost in pain, and his sharp fangs nearly impaled the flesh of his tender lower lip.
"Zero, if you want my blood, take it." I watched his eyes widen, as if he couldn't believe my offer. I smiled at him. "I mean it. Take the blood if you want it."
He gave me a shy smile and then he slid down to lick off the blood staining my thighs. I shivered as his tongue caressed sensitized flesh. He moved up my thighs to lap at the source. His tongue gliding across my skin made me moan softly. God help me when this boy got confident.
When he succeeded in getting all of the blood, he had me nearly as turned on as I was before we made love. But he didn't move away. Instead, he continued tormenting me with his tongue, then with his fingers. The scrap of his teeth against my flesh nearly made me come.
"Zero!" I gasped out.
Then, he did the one thing I least expected him to do: he sank his teeth into my femoral artery.
It hurt for a moment, then the pain was swept away in the wave pleasure. I was blinded by it, the sensation of closeness, the feel of him drawing my essence into his mouth. I came then, with a sharp little gasp.
When I came back down to myself, he'd drawn his fangs out of me and was lapping at the wounds to aid in their closing.
Violet eyes looked up at me from where he was between my thighs. "Are you okay?"
I smiled. "I'm fine, as long as turnabout is fair play."
We had our night, and it was glorious. I made sure we got at least three hours of sleep and that Zero got back to his room before the others woke up. So as I sat naked in front of my desk, drafting my lesson plans, I lost myself in thoughts of him.
He was so sweet, so gentle, so loving. I wanted more, but we couldn't. Not with his Shishou arriving any moment.
We dealt well with being together, but how would we deal with being apart?
I looked down to find I written my notes lopsided and sighed. This was going to be one long visit.
The Night Class transitioned out of the dorms as usual, and I met Zero and Yuuki at the clearing.
"-Are you kidding me, Zero? I don't like him!" Yuuki said bluntly, eyes full of worry.
"Relax, Yuuki-chan. Yagari-san is coming to check out the vampire who's teaching English," I told her, smiling at her worry.
She spun to look at me. "But that's not good, either!"
"I'll be on my best behavior. Wouldn't want to leave my imoto-chan again," I added, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "And I would hate to leave my otōto-chan, too," I added, sliding my arms around Zero's shoulders. My eyes met Zero's and understanding passed between us. I could be affectionate with Yuuki, but not really with him. A hug was as far as I could really go.
We separated reluctantly, but did our best to hide it. "Catch you guys later."
I strode to my room, feeling a presence ghosting behind me as I did. I smelled a distinctly human flavor and tobacco. I wanted to snarl. I paused at the fountain and sat at the edge before calling, "You can come out now. Yagari-san."
He chuckled and came out of the shadows. He was actually quite attractive, with dark slightly wavy hair, grey eyes, a nicely formed nose, sculpted mouth, a dark cloth draped over one eye, and a cigarette between his lips. "Nice instincts you have there. Vampire. What are you, ex-human and feeding off Kuran-sama?" he mocked.
"I'm Koshiba Sanako. If you wish to be less formal than my students –or maybe as formal as your student is with me- Sanako will do. I am a dhamphir," I informed him, going into ice princess mode.
"Who was the vampire parent?" He asked with all of the delicacy of sandpaper.
"Hio Shizuka," I returned tartly. "And, yes, Zero speaks to me. He doesn't hold me responsible for my mother's actions." I checked my watch. "I have to take a nap and prepare for my second class. If you'd like to verify that all I am doing is such, there is a rather comfortable couch in my quarters. Or you can spy on me from the balcony, if you like."
He looked taken aback at my statement for a moment. "Prickly little thing, aren't you."
"I am not little, as you can tell. And of course I'm prickly. Do you know how hard it is to demand respect from a room full of Nobel and Pureblood vampires when all you are is a dhamphir?" I glared at him. "And now, the Hunters have decided to waste my time by having someone come see if I'm munching on the Day Class."
He surprised me by chuckling. "For what it's worth, I think they're wasting my time, too. If there was any trouble, Zero could –and would- handle it without the Council getting involved."
I nodded in agreement and stood, starting toward my room. "Zero would not hesitate to kill me if I was hurting these students. I think he knows better than to hesitate at a familiar face." I gestured to his covered eye. "Or is that not how your eye got damaged?"
He kept up with me well, which amused me. I waited for two minutes at my door for him to catch up. "Did you decide which you wanted?" I asked as he reached the door.
He smiled crookedly. "I think I'll take the couch."
I smiled at him and directed him toward it. I grabbed a water bottle from beside my dresser and slipped a blood tablet into it before shaking it.
He watched me intently. "Ever taken blood from a living person?"
I smiled. "Kaname gave me a bit, actually. And Kirryu Ichiru. Both were willing, mind you." I took a swig off the blood-water.
"Ichiru?" he asked, nearly choking on the name.
"Yeah. He lives with my mother." I felt like I was hurting him by telling him this.
He nodded evenly. "Is he happy there?"
This was really the last question I expected from him. But then again, he'd raised the Kirryu twins before the attack, so of course he would wonder. "He seemed happy to me. He loves her, if it means anything." I shrugged. "Personally, I think it would be weird to have a step-father the same age as my otōto-chan." At his puzzled look, I clarified. "Zero."
I finished my blood-water while he processed it and looked around my room. "Kind of barebones, except for the bed," he remarked, his eyes settling on my two photographs.
"The bed was all Kai-kun, actually. And I never had much." The last part shot out my mouth before I could stop it.
He nodded, crossing the room to pick up the framed photographs. "Orphanage?"
"Yeah. I actually ended up here on scholarship the year it first opened." I watched him slide out the photograph of Zero, Yuuki, and I on horseback, laughing.
He read what was printed on the back in Kai's neat cursive:
Sanako-
Blood's thicker than water, and when one's in trouble, it's best to seek out a relative's open arms.
We'll always be your family.
Love,
Kaien, Zero, and Yuuki
He smiled at the words.
"They are my family, actually. From the day I came here, until the day I die." I looked at him with a softer gaze. "I'd do anything to keep them safe, even if I had to leave them again."
He nodded and slid out the other picture, to read the firm print on the back:
The Marquise de Sevigne was right:
"We cannot destroy kindred: our chains stretch a little sometimes, but they never break."
You're still my kindred, wherever you are.
Love,
Isamu
"Who was Isamu-kun?"
"Isamu was my roommate at college. Her family wanted a boy, so she ended up with the name. She's a photographer now; it was always her dream. She won the contest that gave her the big break she'd been awaiting with that photograph." I gestured to the one he held. "It's me, actually. She stalked me with her camera for weeks, constantly telling me, 'I'm certain it will be you, San-chan!' I was feeling smothered by my school work, so I went down to a lake at midnight to skinny dip, Isa-chan trailing behind me with her camera. And she caught this shot, right after she caught one with me naked in the moonlight, in a sensual pose. But she told me, 'This one's really more you. You like the shadow of the moon more than the glow of the sun.' I have a copy of the other, but I thought this one was better."
"How many people have adopted you?"
I smiled. "Just four. Kai because of Yuuki, Yuuki because of Zero, and Zero because he saved me. Isa adopted me at first because of my striking looks, then because I was so quiet, before she finally settled on me because of impersonation of the moon."
I looked at the time. "If I'm going to get a nap, I best start now. Good night, Yagari-san."
He nodded to me, still eyeing the pictures. "Sleep well, Koshia-san."
I curled up on my bed and fell to dreamless sleep.
I walked into my classroom, trailed by Yagari-san. I wasn't so annoyed by his presence and did my best to go on as usual, greeting Kaname with a hug and a kiss and laughing inside at the others' reactions. He kissed my forehead gently, starling them all.
All of my students took their seats. "Good evening, class."
"Good evening, Koshiba-sensei," they responded.
"I'm certain you all know who this gentleman is," I said, gesturing to Yagari. "He's here to observe me in a teaching environment. Please show our guest respect." I returned to my lesson plan. "So! Everyone needs to grab a copy of the book of my desk."
They filed forward neatly to pick up the novel. It was one of my favorites, actually, and the irony overwhelmed me.
"'The Vampire Lestat'? Are you kidding?" asked one of my pupils.
I smiled. "Do I look like I'm kidding? It's a good book, well-written English, and I figured you'd get a kick out of the author's view on vampires."
The rest of my class saw fit to be silent. I smiled at them gently. "Ichijo, if you would read the first two paragraphs aloud as the others follow along?"
We read the entire first chapter before I let them go. "We'll be reading this every week until we finish it, so come prepared," I informed them. "You are all dismissed."
My class filed out in an orderly fashion, Kaname hanging out until last.
"Sanako," he greeted.
"Kaname."
"How are you tonight?"
"I'm doing just fine. How goes keeping all of those hooligans in line?" I gestured toward the Moon Dorm.
He smiled at my choice of words. "They're behaving quite nicely, except Senri. I don't think he's happy about how things turned out."
"Well, he's gotta deal with it. Tell him he flunks if he misses my class one more time." I smiled. "Honestly, my human students are better behaved."
Kaname laughed. "That's because they know how much more power you have. Can I tell the others?"
I nodded. "That's fine. I can deal with it now."
He smiled and kissed my cheek affectionately. "All right. But it's annoying when they bow to your whims, sometimes."
"I can deal," I told him. "Not many people have ever taken my whims into consideration before." I kissed his cheek. "Rest well, Kaname."
"And you, too, Sanako," he returned before vanishing from the room like smoke.
"Why do I feel like I just missed half of that conversation?" Yagari asked, walking to the front of the room.
I smiled. "Because there's a lot of past involved in the conversation. Things I don't wish to dredge up," I added, opening the door and holding it for him.
"How many kids have you had in detention?"
I smiled. "Just two. And they have this annoying tendency of sleeping through my class."
He smiled. "Uh-huh. And?"
"They have to learn English somehow." I shrugged.
He laughed at that. "Most have given up on them."
I shrugged. "Well, I'm not most."
Well, she has a *ahem* way with words, no? XD
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