Silver Night

By: A Really Big Idiot

Warning: There is strong sexual content in this chapter! Reader Beware!

Present

Kaname looked down his delicate nose at his completely useless son. He was back in his private office in his private palace. The paperwork lay forgotten beside him on his large Oakwood desk. His stupid son stood before him. His dark-brown eyes were down, and his heart was pounding profoundly in his young chest.

This young, reckless, and rebellious fool.

It was wrong, but Kaname really did prefer Juri over Haruka. Juri was his ball of sunshine and while she did make many mistakes, Kaname never really got angry at her for them. It was hard to be mad at such an earnest and endearing creature. After all, while she was extremely simple in how she looked upon the world, Juri was extremely honest and always looked for the good in everything. She saw the good in everybody, even him. So, how could one not prefer such a person?

She remained him of what Yuki used to be like so long ago.

However, Haruka was too much like him and yet not at all like him. While he tried to be cold and unfeeling, Kaname could obviously see his rotten tendencies towards the gentler emotions when something 'moved' him. Pathetic.

That was unacceptable for someone who was to be his heir.

A ruler, especially a vampire ruler, does not stay on top by allowing weak things like mercy, gentleness, and caring overtake him. Kaname did not build his massive empire to this state by playing to those useless feelings. And to think that his heir, his reckless stupid male child, was going to inherit his hard work and thus could possibly destroy it over some 'moving' reason – No! That very thought irritated Kaname to no end. Haruka would talk a good game, but then do something completely different and so utterly stupid. And Kaname would be ashamed to face his fellow peer rulers whenever they had their annual council. Haruka always did stupid things and right now he did the most stupid thing to date.

He dared to harm an exceptionally essential possession of his.

"Would you care to explain just what exactly you did to him?" He asked in disgusted exasperation.

"I punched him." Haruka quietly said. He couldn't look at his father.

"Where did you punch him?" Kaname studied his son.

"His face." Kaname's eyes grew darker. "And his stomach." The boy answered.

Kaname was silent for one solid moment.

It was pathetically obvious to him that his son was trying to ignore the gray elephant in the room.

Kaname had caught the boy and his lover in a very comprising position.

Now, logically, Kaname knew that it wasn't what his inner beast snarled its vengeance for. Obviously. They were clothed, for darkness's sake. However, when he had seen his son trap his lover underneath him, his pureblood instincts screamed at him to immediately eliminate the rival.

Obviously, he was not going to do that. Kaname wasn't a mindless Level E, but his inner creature had not been very happy to see that vision. His natural jealousy nearly unleashed itself. If it had been any other person, not his son, Kaname would probably be ordering his Butler to clean up the spattered blood from his various workout machines.

Silence dragged on between father and son.

Haruka was torn. Just a few minutes ago, he was sure his father was going to murder him. Every time he had glared at Haruka with that unholy cold fury, Haruka had felt a little piece of him die. His father's dark-brown eyes had had a look of revengeful sadistic maliciousness that had terrified him so deeply that his mental state was still throbbing.

A father should never look at his son like that. Never.

Haruka stared at his father and came to the terrifying conclusion that this man had a frightful inner darkness that Haruka could never accept.

Why did this man, of all the billions of possible men in this world, have to be his father? Why? Why couldn't his father say nice things to him? Why couldn't his father encourage him? Why did his father always have to mock, belittle, and always demean him?

Why did his own father seem to spite him so?

A defensive rebelliousness was born inside him. So what if father didn't care for him? He had his mother! Father had no right to be upset at him. After all, it wasn't he that Haruka had beaten up! Father had no right to be so angry. Sure, Haruka made a bad mistake, even he realized that. Yet even now, he didn't even know what that mistake even was. No one had explained it to him, and his father was...threatening a vicious punishment for something Haruka had been clueless about. Haruka felt that his father, of all people, should have at least trusted him enough to hear his side of the story.

But father didn't do that.

He had just gotten so murderously angry, and Haruka had seen a small fragment of the cruelty that the court silently whispered stories about.

If that man, the man with the calm purple eyes, hadn't defended him – Haruka did not want to imagine what his father might have done.

Haruka felt a bone deep gratefulness to the stranger. He'd been an idiot, even Haruka could admit that he had acted without thinking. But that purple-eyed man had defended him and had even spoken nice words about him when all the evidence, to the contrary, was right there. Haruka punched the man in the face for just saying hello! All because he was so -

Hey...Wait just one minute!

Haruka's mind righted itself.

Haruka blinked. This entire situation wouldn't even have happened if father wasn't cheating on mother with another man!

With a renewed courage that Haruka didn't really feel, he broke the silence, "Why are you are cheating on mother with that man?" Haruka tonelessly accused.

Now it was Kaname's turn to stare.

Cheating.

Cheating?

Cheating!

"You think I'm cheating on my wife?" Kaname incredulously echoed. The foolish brat thought he was cheating? Kaname stared in completely disbelief at his son.

Then Kaname's lips started to form a mocking laughter. His laugh had a very nasty tone.

Cheating. Isn't that a word one should use for lower types of relationships? Kaname was suddenly extremely annoyed with the accusing question. Who could possibly be worthy for him to even consider cheating on Yuki with? How dare that stupid brat accuse him of something so base as cheating! Wretched idiot. Bloody fool. Stupid brat.

But suddenly, his mind turned on, and promptly reminded him that he was sleeping with Silver.

Well, that didn't really count.

How could that possibly be cheating? Kaname wasn't cheating. Cheating implied that Kaname was unsatisfied with Yuki and thus was turning his attention to someone equal and new with the aim of discarding Yuki because of her lack of usefulness to him.

But that wasn't the case. You couldn't call what he was doing cheating. Kaname had come to the conclusion that he would keep both. He had the right to keep both. And he had the power to keep both. Kaname wanted Silver, and he had him. Kaname wanted Yuki and soon he would have her again. They were both his precious possessions, because they both fulfilled the needed roles he considered necessary for himself.

Silver gloriously provided him the desperately needed and satisfying companionship he had been sorely lacking with his marriage to Yuki. The time he had spent with Silver recently had highlighted just how famished he'd been for the type of closeness he now had. Actually, Silver was more than a mere companion, he was Kaname's ideal companion.

Kaname recognized that his previous relationship with Yuki, while not bad, per say, was not as fulfilling for him as he originally thought it would be. Yuki changed so much from their past days at Cross Academy. Even when she finally regained her sanity after five years of running around the globe like a wild Level E beast (By darkness, that had been so humiliating!), she wasn't what he thought she would always be.

Kaname wasn't displeased by that change, per say. After all, the old Yuki wouldn't have been able to survive or be of much use to him in his court with its various internal and external conflicts. So, in a way, her change was good. Still, Kaname couldn't deny the fact that he missed the wholesome, guiltless look she once had when she wore a brown school uniform and would shout out to him with the word "Kaname-sama!"

But Silver gave him that much desired looked. Whenever that beautiful man looked at Kaname, Kaname had regained the gaze he most preferred.

But Kaname ultimately knew that Silver will not be with him forever. Silver was not a pureblood. So, Silver would ultimately be lost to him one day, and Kaname would once again have lost the gaze he most preferred.

If nothing else, the failure of Takuma's relationship with his human wife was a real life warning to Kaname. Kaname had told Takuma that getting so deeply involved with a human, of all creatures, would ultimately lead to his ruin. Especially since the woman refused to at least become an ex-human if only for Takuma's sakes. But Takuma had stubbornly gone through with his decision, despite Kaname's advice, and look where he ended up.

Takuma became a broken man for nearly a decade. Kaname hadn't been able to do much when his Right Arm was so desponded. Kaname had been quite glad when he started a relationship the Senri - at least Senri was a fellow noble and thus the possibility of Takuma's severe depression wouldn't likely occur again, but then those two suddenly ended their affair and Takuma almost became useless again.

Officially, Takuma was on a worldwide vacation, but Kaname felt it was more of a self-imposed exile.

However, Kaname had a prime example so close in his circle of why it was not a good idea for those unequally yoked to be together. One side would always suffer the most in the end. Kaname had Silver now, but he was so...temporary.

But Yuki was a pureblood. Yuki would be one of the few beings on this dead earth that could stay by his side as long as time lasted. Kaname knew that Yuki was learning this lesson rather harshly of late. Or at least he hoped the foolish woman was. Eventually, after they got over this...distraction...she would return to being his long-term companion. Perhaps, once she had healed the small emotional wounds she had, she could go back to what she first was and what he first preferred in her.

Kaname stopped laughing. "You really are too young to really understand these things, foolish child." Kaname shook his head and promptly dismissed his words. "I'm not cheating on your mother, stupid boy. She has no cause or reason to renounce me after all I have done for her."

Haruka's eyes flashed. He knew BS when he heard it.

But Kaname was not done. He leveled a sharp glare at his son. Ah, there was that irritatingly suspicious and distrustful look he had again. By darkness, he hated that particular look. It was so similar to those looks of that trigger-happy thief so long ago gave him and he -

Never mind with that thought.

Kaname refocused on his heir. "But make no mistake about it, you will be punished for your indiscretion. But I need to think of an acceptable one."

The boy stared angrily back at him, but didn't say a word.

Oh? The child would dare challenge him?

Kaname was strangely amused.

Perhaps there was hope for his heir yet.

Yet now that Haruka was looking at him, Kaname decided to give the boy a final warning. "Never harm my possession or anything of mine again. I will not lightly spare you a second time. Do you understand?"

Chapter Twenty-Four: Males

Nine Hours Later

Silver slowly massaged his head.

Juri Kuran was a talker.

The young girl basically attached herself to him far past the midnight hour. She chattered away endlessly at him, and Silver, for some reason, endured it.

Maybe it was because the only contact he had had to the outside world was Butler Rio and his Master Kaname. Those two men where the only two creatures who would have interacted with him at all. After he'd been given his new privileges, Silver had spotted a few Level C maids here and there in his master's private palace, but they all seemed to keep their distance from him, even if they secretly gawked at him when they thought he wasn't aware.

Silver had really good senses, better than even some of his previous noble masters had. But one particular ability he had that really stood out to him was that Silver would always, almost always, somehow know when a vampire's presence was close by. He would also be able to tell the level and power of that vampire and what rank that vampire had. It was a sense that really baffled him.

Vampires had an inherent ability to sense each other, but sometimes it was hard, even for them, to distinguish between the various vampire status and power levels. The recent mixing and technological advantages between the different levels ruptured the age-old vampire hierarchy. Some nobles were poorer and less powerful than some Level D vampires, and some Level C vampires were physically stronger than some nobles. The entire vampire hierarchy wasn't really effective in defining who was who and what one had and hadn't. Also, vampires had the uncanny ability to just be 'vampire' and nothing more, so it was getting harder and harder to distinguish them in hierarchies now.

There were only two real distinct classes now in the vampire world: Purebloods and 'Everybody Else'.

But that was a great big distinction indeed.

Still, Silver's ability to simply know that level, power, and ability of a vampire immediately was…odd. Really, the only creatures' Silver had ever heard of with a similar ability to his own were that special class of humans called vampire hunters. But the idea of him once being a vampire hunter in his previous existence was so ridiculous that Silver promptly dismissed the thought.

What a sad and ironically cruel thing it would be if a vampire hunter, of all people, had become a Doll.

Surely, the Hunter's Association wouldn't have allowed that. Hunters had their pride, after all.

Nevertheless, he was completely healed from his minor injuries. It wasn't like the boy had done any real damage to him. Besides, Silver's healing abilities were phenomenal in their own right.

Therefore, after young Juri had (thankfully) removed herself from him ("You should get some rest! You must have had a hard day!" The young teen girl brightly said when she had waved good-bye), Silver was finally able to get some time for himself and rethink his entire standing.

Silver decided that he should…pay his master a visit. There were many reasons for this but the top reason mostly had to do with the fact that Silver had distractedly hinted at certain…activities...in order to save that young pureblood child. There were few things that could distract an overwhelmingly powerful and selfish man and canal pleasure was one of those things. The promise of pleasure distracted and prevented a terribly developing situation. Silver was able to distract his master's jealousy-induced fury at seeing his own son 'dominate' something that was his.

History is littered with examples of fathers who killed their own child because of their jealousy-induced rages. And in vampire history, such acts were…more common.

And Silver was not about to lose a possible high-value pawn, and that boy could be an extremely useful pawn to him in the future, especially for his future plots and manipulations.

Nevertheless, Silver had hinted at the possibility, and so his master was going to expect it. And after all, the man had promised to 'make it better.'

Sometimes, sexual intercourse wasn't a beautiful and mutually bonding activity. There were so many different types, favors, and uses for sex. Depending on the individual in question, certain types of sexual activity would need to be engaged in more frequently than other types. And the type of sex his master currently needed wasn't the overly emotional, bonding, or romantic type sex.

Currently, that man needed the ownership reestablishment type sex.

There was a deep reason for this.

His master was a very possessive and obsessive individual. One what have to be blind not to see that. However, his master didn't become easily attached to things or people. Yet when he did decide that something was his – he would no longer allow, tolerate, or fathom any type of opposition or threat to his claim. Perhaps had he been born of a lower or weaker rank, his dangerously controlling jealousy would not have been so highly cultivated. But the fact of the matter was, his nature had been so cultivated, and his master had the power, prestige, and sheer will to retain and enforce his domineering desires. Thus, if one could not deal with such an intense personality –they were in a really precarious situation.

The fact that it was his son who had accidentally done such an act wouldn't have really mattered to his master's inherent persona. If Silver had to guess, the fact that it was his son, and not some other luckless fool, was what probably spared the boy's limbs if not his life.

He had had a similar situation like this once before. In the second decade of his imprisonment, one of his many masters, Adiko Aizen, saw one of his best friends pin Silver to his living room sofa. Master Adiko had a similar personality to his current Master Kaname, and, at the time, Silver had grown very weary of that master's controlling ways. That man also had a slight preference for sadism, and that preference was growing more and more evident every day. Silver knew that if he had stayed in such a household any longer, he was risking his timely murder, and thus he had been making preparations to somehow get away.

He had selected that man's best friend because he had seen the way the man's eyes would follow him, and he was the easiest target. But when Adiko had seen his friend dominating over something that was his – the man had ended up as a bloody corpse. It was only the sheerest of luck that Silver had not yet wrapped himself seductively over the man, or he would have met the same fate that day. Master Adiko had convinced himself that his friend was 'trying to steal' him and Silver had pretended to be the poor, put-upon weak victim in that entire matter. It had given him a few months, but then that man's family had declared a blood feud against Master Adiko, and, all in all, Silver's ownership had been passed to that man's familial avenger.

Master Kaname did not have that inherent sadism - well not against things that were his – but that rottenly jealous personality of his was extremely dangerous. Silver knew he was playing with fire by manipulating that man's emotions and heart. If he did too much of it, Master Kaname was smart enough, frightening so, to figure out Silver's hidden intentions and then seek cruel vengeance for being used in such a way.

Silver was currently playing a very dangerous game.

As a result, Silver was going to nip any jealous tendencies this situation could arise in his current master. By being completely submissive and urgent in pleasing the man, Silver would make the memory of this day a calmer recollection.

There was just one problem.

His master was still in his office.

That was really quite frustrating because there were only two places in the world where a man felt his most powerful – his office and his bedroom. But for his master, who was also a powerful vampire king, there was a third place that also allowed him to feel at his most powerful – his throne. Yet his master had expressive forbid Silver's access to two of those places: his private office and his bedroom.

Those three locations were the best background for what he was planning to do. However, his master's personal bedroom was out of the question. There was no way Silver thought he had reached that level of intimacy with his master yet. The throne room would be too…kinky….for his master's tastes. That only left one place.

Silver looked at his clock. It was far past the usual time his master came to see him.

Hmm, he had an idea.

Kaname looked at his paperwork and muttered a vicious curse beneath his breath.

Today's entire plan completely went off track. First, his children unexpectedly show up. Second, that highly unexpected Haruka-Silver situation. Then he had that stupid confrontation with that foolish boy. And finally, he had been lost in his thoughts about just what really was going on in all his various personal relationships.

Honestly, one moment his life was peaceful and then everything, absolutely everything, seem to come out of the woodworks. His friends, his family, even his outer court was being so unruly lately and Kaname was slightly stressed out.

And then he had paperwork, and phone calls, and many virtual meetings to do. He still had paperwork to do, and he was so aggravated by everything! Kaname looked at the stake of papers on his side desk. His dark eyebrow twitched. Surely, they hadn't somehow doubled in size when he wasn't looking had they?

Knock. Knock.

Kaname blinked. He didn't really recognize the cadence of that particular knocking rhythm.

"Come in." Kaname wearily said. Perhaps his Butler found a new trainee? Butler Rio had always suggested that Kaname get another personal Butler. Kaname personally thought it was a waste to do that. His life was fairly predictable and Butler Rio was doing quite fine despite his old age. But those trainees never stuck around much. They had the odd tendency to burst into tears or tremble in fear whenever they were around him for some odd reason.

People had grown so cowardly as of late.

Still, Kaname hadn't expected him, of all people, to come in.

"Master Kaname," A deep silky voice arrested his thoughts, "You had not arrived at your usual time, and I thought you could use some refreshments for your exhausting night."

Kaname stared at his ideal lover.

Silver was wearing a striking white business suit with matching gloves and shoes. His long hair had been pulled into a loose long braid that was draping over his left shoulder. In his gloved hand was a silver tray that had a decorative tea cup set and various small cuisine snacks. As usual, his face was perfection embodied and there was a compassionate look in his eyes for him. Such a nice look. Yes, he should be pitied. He had had a long, confusing, and tiring night.

Kaname smiled slightly at him.

"Where can I place these items for you, my master?" Silver asked. "I don't want to be a distraction."

"I want a distraction." Kaname lightly said. Yes, what a thoughtful creature Silver was. "Bring those refreshments here."

Like a quiet river over smooth stones, Silver effortlessly moved towards him and placed the tray on his desk. "How do you like your tea, my master? Piping hot or slightly warm?"

Kaname raised his eyebrow. "Shouldn't you first ask me what type of tea I want?"

Silver smiled at him. "Don't you always prefer green mint tea with a slight hint of lemon and two cubes of Jamaican sugar?"

He was right!

Kaname stared. "How exactly do you know that?"

Silver looked slightly confused at the question. "You are my master. I should always know what best pleases you."

Something about the comment warmed him. Most people assumed that when trying to impress him, they needed to do some grand thing. Quite frankly, Kaname was best impressed by those who did the small things. It was why he liked Hanabusa and Takuma so well. They knew how to manage details. Details, details. How important they were to him. But he highly doubted that his subjects would consider his desires in such small matters.

The fact that Silver even knew something so basic about him and had actually gone out of his way…

Kaname was actually touched.

Without warning he reached towards the man's hand and pulled him against him. Kaname was still sitting in his chair, but Silver yielded so beautifully to his pulling and their lips met in a soft and highly appreciated kiss. He felt Silver's smooth hands curl into his business shirt and he pulled himself closer into their kiss.

Kaname gripped the back of Silver's neck and deepen the kiss. At first, he had only intended a soft and chaste kiss, but to have his lover's body so close was too tempting. And what had started with the intention of a quick chaste kiss was quickly morphing into an entirely different affair.

Kaname's tongue probed the honeyed corners of his lover's mouth and the beautifully handsome man deeply moaned and clung tighter to his shirt.

This kiss wasn't going to be so innocent after all.

They broke apart for breath after a long moment.

Silver's heavy breathing on his neck sent goose bumps around his ear and a sharp pleasurable hum shot through his body. Silver rocked himself closer to the sitting Kaname and Kaname's interest was become more fleshly. Silver's hot breath against his neck and ear was also an arousing spot for him.

"My master, perhaps you desire a more…fulfilling distraction?" Silver's warm hands were gently exploring his body, but even through his shirt, he could feel the sudden fiery flashes of fleshly desire play his body. One of Silver's naughty hands rested on his leather belt, as if silently asking for his permission. Permission for what exactly Kaname couldn't really guess –

Oh.

Oh.

Well…why the hell not?

Kaname wickedly smirked at him. "Please do. Please distract me."

Silver met his wicked smile with a mischievous one of his own.

Silver made extremely quick work of his belt and zipped opened his black business pants. With one last burning look, he bent down and over Kaname's already half-forming erection. And without warning, he started his naughty task and Kaname's frustrations about his paperwork were completely forgotten.

As Silver slowly kissed his way down his master's hard shaft, he almost smiled. The gasping cries that echoed above him were quite...needy.

He deliberately pulled back and only nursed the tip of his master's manhood on his lips. He made a feather light sucking sound and Kaname's organ started to dribble, and he lapped hungrily at the throbbing ridges of the thick manly staff. Then he licked and pulled at the head of his master's organ only.

Master Kaname's groan told him everything he needed to know.

He continued to fondle, to lick, to suck at that thick luscious tip. But he only took the bare minimum, the slightly of inches, into his mouth. Just one little bitty itty inch was allowed into his avidly hot mouth. Kaname badly wanted in, but Silver just kept his lips aching tight around his tip – almost as if he was refusing to allow him further entrance.

Damn this man! Why was only that single solitary bit of flesh given the gift of being inside that inviting mouth!

"Please, Silver." Kaname couldn't believe he was beseeching the man!

But Silver seemed to be willfully ignoring his hoarse pleading from above. He steadily sucked on the tip and teasingly pulled a little bit more of him into him.

Kaname nearly lost it. "Open your mouth, my love, I can barely take it." Kaname's tone and anxious bucking of his narrow hips belittled his desperate frustration.

Silver wanted to raise a sarcastic eyebrow. Declarations of supposed love always seemed to happen when men were at their horniest.

Silver decided to take pity on his master.

As he enveloped more of the hard organ within his mouth, Silver lost himself in contemplating his master's proud length. He slid a hot tongue up his master's shaft. The throbbing organ – the size, the shape, even the taste – was seeping into his mouth.

He licked and caressed the thick appendage in a steady and certain rhythm. Silver had a surety to his movements. It was a surety that only came with highly perfect skill and experience.

Silver took a deep breathe and open his mouth wider – fully letting Kaname in. He nearly backed away as it suddenly seemed that his master wanted to choke him to death with his insistence on being in his mouth. Silver had to relax his throat completely and allow his master all the power of this movement.

His master's hips was arching and bucking into the warm interior of Silver's mouth, and he could barely even grasp for air. He allowed his master the freedom of his movements. The man gripped his head and hair painfully, and he thrusted himself into his mouth with abandon. Silver suddenly knew the man was very close to his release.

With one last caressing lick from Silver, Kaname exploded deep down inside Silver's throat. The majority of the white thick foam poured from the man and forced Silver to consume every last drop of his master's essence.

Heavily breathing, Kaname's mind was still in a lustful greedy haze.

Without warning, Kaname pulled the lithe and sturdy body into his arms and hungrily kissed Silver's pliant and wet lips. He could barely even taste himself, and he moaned deeply into the lush interior of Silver's mellifluous mouth.

Deeply sighing, he felt his arousal resurface again. What a greedy little thing that part of his masculine anatomy was! Hadn't it just reached a mind-splitting climax a mere minute ago? As usually, he always wanted more and more and still more whenever he had the man into his arms. He pulled the potent and taut body closer against him, and his dexterous fingers were making quick work of his silver-haired lover's white pants.

Silver writhed and moaned as this master slowly probed between his pale flexing cheeks. He had felt his master's arousal resurfaced again, and his body thrilled with the knowledge that he had such an intoxicating and potent effect on this man. His own body suddenly felt like it had been consumed by an inferno, and everything was just…so hot.

One sole finger sunk deep into his warm caressing passage. The sounds of Silver gasping sighs and soft sobs rang against his ear. Those delightfully desperate sounds nearly spurred him on, but Kaname didn't feel the need to rush this. He did not want to be associated with pain when he finally took Silver.

No, never again.

Gradually he worked three long fingers deep into Silver's shuddering, scorching channel. Without warning, he flipped the man around and gently slammed the man against his Oakwood desk. Pens, paper, documents, and memory hard-drives went flying, and he further lowered Silver's white pants to completely reveal his prepared entrance.

Bend over at his waist, Silver's right arm was trapped beneath him, and his left hand tightly grabbed the edges of his master's desk. His fingernails clawed into the wooden surface, and he spread his legs open further to allow his master better access.

"Kaname." Silver deeply groaned his master's name. There were a hundred things expressed in that one single word – ardor, need, desperation, wicked lust. Silver may not know what love truly felt like, being the shadow person he truly was, but he understood pleasure. He comprehended desire. He recognized passion.

And he venerated it.

Kaname slowly introduced his length into his lover's tight entrance, and they both frenziedly moan in unison. By darkness, it always seemed that whenever they became one, it was the always the first time.

"Always... so damn...tight...Silver." Kaname chokingly murmured as he sank deeper into that taut interior. He stopped for a moment for rest. He just wanted to savor this incredible pleasure for just one gluttonous moment.

"Kaname..nhg!" Kaname could feel the man's grasping need. The man beneath him wiggled a bit, but that only brought Kaname's thick organ that rested inside him - deeper and closer into him. Then Kaname hit that perfect spot inside him.

Silver briefly wondered if it was possible to go insane due to total ecstatic pleasure.

Kaname leered softly as he bent Silver over his desk. Silver's arms were now curved at a tight angle, and both his hands tightly gripped the front top edges of Kaname's front desk. Kaname felt a ball of heat shoot across his body. He was trembling. His legs was shaking and jerking. He felt so incredible powerful at this moment. The delightfully submissive and willingly carnal being beneath him boundlessly excited him. He pulled his manhood halfway out, and without prior notice slammed back into Silver's moist channel.

That movement drew out a hoarse pleading scream from Silver. He did it again to both their mutual delight.

He did it again and again and again.

The deep moans of pleasure and desire was pulled from them both with every deep and plunging stroke of Kaname's hips.

And again and again and again he dunged.

Kaname was spellbound himself at the intensity of this union. The only desire that existed in his world at the moment was forcing Silver to beg for his pleasure and scream his name. And he was reaping the fulfilling effects of that desire plentifully.

Far too quickly, Kaname was near his edge, and he thrust even deeper into that tight and squeezing hot core. In harmony, they both tumbled down the cliff of pleasure. Kaname ferociously came and tonelessly fell on top of his still panting lover's tingling body.

What a distraction that was.

He pulled himself out and received a moan of disapproval from the man on his desk. The man's pale fingers lightly pulled up his white pants over his squirming hips. He turned to face a newly sitting Kaname and gave him a teasing smile. "I hope my distraction was…adequate, Master Kaname." His tired voice lazily drawled.

Kaname eyed the man before him. His clothes stuck to every nook of his suddenly sweaty body. His previously neat silver braided hair was in complete disarray. His bright-red lips were toughly claimed and bitted. And his ensnaring amethyst gray orbs dripped with carnal contentment.

Perhaps he could have a third round? Kaname's libido horridly suggested.

But before he could enact that particular plan, his office phone rang.

Ring. Ring.

Kaname gave the machine an ugly glare.

Ring. Ring.

Sighing, Kaname picked up the phone. "This better be important." He snippily asked.

It was.

"My King," His Butler shakily said, "Your Korean Governor is on line two. There has been a massive vampire assault against 200 humans."

To Be Continued