Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight or any of it's characters, but I'm completely in love with Aidou and I think my boyfriend is getting jealous.
Aidou stepped into the cool night air, glad to have escaped the smell of blood coming from the bathroom near the chairman's office. That part of the campus building had turned into a small hell designed specifically to grate his nerves. Everything from his conversation with the chairman to being confronted with the little exchange between Kiryuu and Yuuki had been disconcerting.
He'd known about those two for awhile now and it never stopped disturbing him. Why did Kaname put up with it? The pureblood knew exactly what went on, yet did nothing to stop it. He couldn't imagine what went through Kaname's elusive mind. One thing he knew for sure was that if any other vampire so much as expressed a thought of drinking Yori's blood, he would kill him...or at least hurt him a whole hell of a lot.
As the thought entered his mind, strong tremors of possessiveness shattered through him. By now he should be getting used to these feelings. They came over him on an almost daily basis. Jealousy was completely irrational. After all, he had no one specifically to be jealous of. Unfortunately, this knowledge didn't make the emotion any more tolerable, and he finally had to admit that these feelings originated from a fear of losing her, not from jealousy.
As Aidou walked outside he didn't pay attention to where he was going. He just watched his legs move and let his mind wander to everything he had avoided thinking about over the past month. He'd devoted every available second to being with Yori. It had been time well spent. Getting her to smile and easing the pain of her memories were two jobs he took on eagerly. It didn't matter that she still seemed somewhat distant. He figured she just needed time to adjust to the idea of being loved by someone.
This is what he told himself up until five nights ago, when he had overheard a disturbing conversation.
That night, after leaving his last class, he had stopped by her window. He knew Yuuki would be there shortly, but he didn't let it stop him. Seeing her every night had become as necessary as blood.
The curtains had covered the window, making him unable to see anything inside except for a sliver of yellow light shining underneath the drapes. While perched on the sill, he'd heard a sniffle accompanied by the salty smell of tears. Yori was crying. Upon realizing this he had immediately moved to open the window, but that was when he'd heard Yuuki enter the room. So he stayed still and listened.
"Yori-chan what's wrong?" Came Yuuki's always compassionate voice.
"Oh Yuuki-chan you're back already." She sniffed probably trying to compose herself. "Nothing I just...think too much."
"Oh my gosh, what did Aidou-sempai do this time?"
From outside, Aidou controlled the urge to break the window and strangle the prefect. Why did everybody always assume when something went wrong it was his fault?
"It's not his fault." Yori's voice sounded more steady as she practically read his mind. He pressed his ear to the glass, instantly loving her more for defending his honor.
"Oh Yori-chan, you're absolutely right. It's all my fault." Yuuki sounded distressed as footsteps paced across the floor. "I should have never let him talk to you. It's just that I thought he cared about you since he wanted to pay for your tuition and then he seemed so concerned and I thought you...." She rambled.
"No no no," Yori interrupted her. "He didn't do anything wrong."
Aidou let the air out of his lungs. From the direction the conversation had been going he had started to worry that Yori was crying because of him.
There was a long pause. "What is it then? Maybe I can help."
"No...I mean thank you but..." Yori let out a breath. "He just doesn't seem to understand that it will never work. I should stop seeing him, but I just can't." Her voice started shaking again.
Aidou had gripped the window sill outside almost tight enough to crush it. What the hell was she talking about? It will never work? All of a sudden he had the distinct urge to shake her until she came clean with him.
"Everything will be okay Yori-chan." Yuuki's voice sounded muffled and Aidou could picture the two tiny girls hugging each other. "Is it because of money? Maybe if he wasn't paying for you it would be easier. Gosh, I'm so selfish for not trying to help sooner."
Aidou had listened vaguely as their conversation steered towards Yori comforting Yuuki and vice-versa. Girl talk was certainly a strange thing. He hadn't stayed to hear it.
So now, as Aidou walked from the chairman's residence he couldn't get that conversation out of his mind. The chairman's decision to allow Yori to attend school without paying was undoubtedly due to Yuuki's influence on the man. It wasn't that the change in the source of Yori's funding was a bad thing. Normally, he would have been happy about it. This way Yori could get over the thought that he was somehow buying her.
Still, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach didn't go away. Maybe if he wasn't paying for you it would be easier, Yuuki had said. Easier to what? Stop seeing him?
Yori was crazy if she thought that was a good idea. The last time he'd stayed away from her she had stopped sleeping then practically starved herself to death. Not only that, but she was happy with him. He could tell in the way she smiled up at him so warmly. These were signs that she loved him. They had to be!
Walking in the direction of the day class dorms, Aidou closed his eyes to cover a dull pain in his chest. He'd given everything to her, telling her a million times how he felt about her, repeating the words almost daily to make her believe him. It was foolish yet, even when he tried not to, the words still came out.
He ran a hand through his hair. He refused to end up like his cousin.
Growing up with Akatsuki had taught him that love was not something to rejoice over. When his cousin gazed at Ruka, his eyes didn't contain happiness. It was more of a painful longing. Then there was Kaname. The pureblood had a constant dark aura that reeked of grieving depression, most likely the result of Yuuki's constant blood donations to the ex-human.
Aidou forcefully pushed back the thoughts of those two vampires and their doomed relationships. He wasn't like them. Unlike Kaname, he didn't have the patience to spend years waiting for her to come to her senses and unlike Akatsuki, he couldn't hold back his thoughts and emotions. If he had an opinion, he said it. So it was inevitable that he would continue to tell Yori how he felt. Still, knowing this didn't relieve the pain he felt whenever she didn't respond to him.
He just needed to hear her say the words. Just once.
He was tired, angry, and thirsty as hell. Yori's room was the last place he should go. But he found himself walking directly there while still trying to control emotions and lurking bloodlust.
Light was peeking out from under her door, making him frown with concern. She should have been asleep by now. Without knocking, he went inside.
He had been wrong to assume she was awake. Yori was on her bed leaning back against the wall with her head fallen to the side. Her hand lay limply on the pillow next to her, with a half opened book sitting next to it. She was wearing his shirt, one of the black ones he wore under his school uniform. Although it was far too big on her, the dark fabric rode up her thighs revealing flawless cream colored skin.
He felt his anger slip away as his eyes drank in the view. Seeing her in his clothes tonight was the best medicine for his torment.
His gaze fell on her peacefully sleeping face. Dark eyelashes rested on her cheeks and her pink lips were slightly parted as she breathed evenly.
His chest tightened at the sight of her, and he couldn't resist bending down to lightly brush his lips against hers, so softly that she didn't even stir in her sleep. As he lifted his face from hers, he noticed that the way her head was turned to the side exposed her neck entirely. For several seconds, he admired the elegant curve of her neck, his sensitive eyes picking out a blue vein. She lay there, beautifully displayed and vulnerable. It was a mouth watering sight.
Forcing himself to pull away, even if it was only for a little while, he shrugged out of his white jacked and threw it over the chair at her desk, then loosened his tie and slipped out of his shoes. It probably would have been better to just leave and let her sleep, but there was nothing that could keep him away from her tonight.
As he took the book from her loose hand, he bent down to slide an arm under her shoulders. She moaned in sleepy protest as he tried to move her.
"Come on honey you don't want to fall asleep like that." he said gently as he moved her so she was lying down. "Your neck would hurt in the morning."
"Hanabusa..." she seemed to wake up enough to recognize his presence as he rested her head on the pillow.
Her sensually sleepy voice did things to him that he tried to ignore as he laid down next to her. Telling himself he was just going to lay down with her for a bit and not wake her up, he wrapped his arms around her. His heart swelled as she snuggled up to him, burying her face in his chest.
"Sorry to wake you up." he spoke into her hair as he pulled her closer.
"I was already awake." she murmured sleepily.
He chuckled. "Sure you were."
"I'm not even tired." she said childishly just before letting out a yawn.
He pushed strands of golden brown hair away from the side of her face then ran his hand along her neck. Her pulse traveled under the pads of his fingers and he felt his fangs lengthen. God he couldn't wait anymore.
"Yori-chan." All he said was her name as he pressed his lips against her neck, feeling the pressure of her blood moving through the vein under his mouth.
"What about Yuuki?" apparently she wasn't so sleepy that she couldn't worry about her roommate coming in.
"She's at the chairman's. I was just there." He licked the silky skin above her pulse, as his senses heightened with anticipation.
"Wait." she pushed against his chest.
He failed to suppress a groan as he pulled back slightly. "What?"
"You just finished paying my tuition and then you came straight here?" She sounded hurt.
He tried to think of anything but blood as he lifted his head from her neck. It didn't work, and the room started to develop a reddish hue. He closed his eyes before she could see his face, then pulled her tightly against him, afraid of how she would react to what he was about to tell her.
"I'm not paying for you anymore." he said. "The chairman is going to cover it."
"He is? Why would he do that?" She tried to speak as he pressed her face into the cloth of his shirt. He could tell she wanted to move to look at him, but he kept his eyes close. It wasn't like his red eyes would shock her or anything. He just didn't want to give away the extent of his bloodlust, fearing it would give her more reason to want to stop seeing him.
Now he just had to figure out what parts of his conversation with the chairman he could tell her. The last thing she needed to know was that he'd given away her secret. "It sounds like he basically wants to adopt you. The man is completely delusional." Both true statements that admitted nothing at all.
"Why would he want to do that all of a sudden?" She tried to sit up but he held onto her possessively.
"Ummmm he's worried about you spending time with me and he doesn't want me to pay for you anymore. Maybe Yuuki said something to him." Until she could handle it she was better off not knowing what he'd told the chairman.
He bent down to her neck again, his mind in a haze from her intoxicating scent. Being so close to her was driving him crazy.
"Oh..." she sounded convinced. "That's all?"
"and he wants to take you camping this summer." he mumbled into the nape of her neck, unable to move away.
"With Yuuki and Zero? They do that every year. It seems like a family thing. I would feel like I was intruding."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah I told you he wants to adopt you. The man's a nut case." He rubbed a hand up her back and tried to pretend like he wasn't ravenously thirsty. "You don't have to go. We can do something else."
"Hmmmm." she seemed to think it over. "I don't want to be rude though. Besides I've never been camping."
In other words, she would rather spend her time roughing it out in the heat of summer with bugs and wild animals than with him. Fucking great.
"Fine, but I really don't think you belong with them. Their whole little fake family is demented." His voice came out coarse.
"Don't say that. Those are my friends." She pushed against his chest but he didn't budge. "What's wrong with you?"
"Fucking Kiryuu can't keep his fangs out of anything that moves." He gripped her tightly. "Just watch out or you'll become part of the buffet." God why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? This wasn't even remotely close to what what was really bothering him. He was pathetically latching onto to anything to be pissed off about.
"Let go of me." she struggled to loosen from his grip.
He didn't want to but he worried there might be a hint of fear in her voice. So he let go.
The mattress gave as she got out and stood up. "Zero might try to act scary but he would never do that to me. I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing."
Aidou sat up, not liking the way she was standing several feet away from him, but still unwilling to reveal his reddened eyes. "Oh really? He seems to have a knack for biting things that don't belong to him."
"What are you talking about?" she asked incredulously.
"Oh come on, I can't believe you don't notice it." He put a hand over his face, frustrated that his thirst wasn't diminishing and that he couldn't look at her. "He drinks Yuuki's blood whenever he gets the opportunity."
She was silent for a minute, taking this in, but he didn't hear the gasp of shock he had been expecting. When she spoke again her voice was still angry. "How is that any different than what we do?"
Anger seared through him. Had he just heard her correctly? "It's different because her blood isn't his to drink, but he takes it anyways!"
"Oh and what am I? Your property? My blood belongs to you since you payed for it I suppose."
"Yori will you stop thinking that?!" He was so sick of hearing this. "I'm not even paying for your school anymore and I'm still here." He bent his head and looked at the floor. The carpet had a deep red color instead of its normal brown. He couldn't control his thirst, and he couldn't control his completely irrational jealousy. "Look I'm just telling you to keep an eye on him. He'll probably try to take a chunk out of your neck the second you give him the chance."
"Yes, you do enough of that already." She quipped.
Aidou gritted his teeth. He didn't care anymore. He lifted his head and looked directly at her, letting her see that he was completely enveloped with bloodlust.
"I disagree. I don't think I do it nearly enough" his tone was low and threatening "but unlike Kiryuu, I can control myself."
She sucked in a breath as she looked at him. He knew the sight of him was probably frightening, with his red eyes and protruding fangs, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Plus it was helping his cause. Maybe he could scare her into listening to him.
As if in a trance, she stared at his eyes for several seconds before visibly shaking herself out of it. "Fine. Here." She stuck her hand out and placed the underside of her wrist directly in front of his mouth. "Please, don't control yourself for my sake." She said sarcastically.
It took him a split second to realize she was calling his bluff. Unfortunately, in that split second the scent of her blood traveled through the paper thin layer of white skin on her wrist to his flared nostrils. He gripped the sheets and held his breath.
"Don't do that." he bit out the words, practically growling in his effort to stop himself from attacking her wrist.
Her eyes widened slightly. He thought it was from fear at first but then her face softened and she stepped closer to him. Cool fingers brushed along his cheek as she looked at his eyes. "I'm sorry." she said gently. "I just don't understand what you're so worried about."
Her sultry feminine voice caressed his ears as she gently stroked his cheek. It would have been soothing if the need for blood hadn't been racing through his veins. He felt like he was hanging onto sanity by a thread as he stared intently at her throat while still unable to control his temper.
"Don't ever let him bite you." He said as he tried to get the image of another vampire's mouth on her out of his mind.
She frowned and moved closer to him, putting her knees on the mattress and straddling his lap. Every muscle in his body tensed with the effort to stay still as she put her hands on his shoulders and bent her head slightly to the side. "That won't ever happen, Hanabusa." she said as she gave him a view of the vein in her neck.
He helplessly stared at the blue line as the sound of her heart beating filled his ears. Thump Thump Thump. He started to imagine his mouth filling with spurts of blood in time with that pulse. Trying to muster any sliver of self-control, he leaned back as far as he could, until his back sunk into the mattress.
Yori didn't seem to mind. She just moved closer to him, not letting him escape. It was as if she was the vampire and he was the victim. Like a predator, she bent down over him, captivating him underneath her. Her hair fell forward and brushed his cheek as her neck hovered over his watering mouth.
He made himself speak. "Yori stop."
"It's okay" she soothed. "I can't even imagine doing this with anybody else but you." Her sultry voice spoke into his ear.
Sadly enough, it was the closest thing to a confession she had ever said to him, and he clung to the meaning behind the words, enhancing his obsession with her. Instinctively, his hand moved to bunch in the thickness of her hair, pressing his fingers into her scalp. He wrapped his other arm around her and crushed her to him.
For one last second he admired the smooth pale skin of her neck and actually relished in the thought that he would be biting it and leaving a mark.
Deeply buried instincts told him to bite her fiercely, tearing flesh and muscle to mark her, but as natural as it felt, it would be wrong to bite her in this way. She was human, delicate...precious.
He controlled his urges and held her still so that he could bite her softly, knowing it would still leave fang marks that would take days to heal. The blissful taste of her blood filled his mouth and he groaned with pleasure.
Despite the thunder of her pounding heart and rushing blood, he was able to hear her soft moan as he drank from her. The sound sent a lightning sensation of lust through his body and he flipped them over so he could nestle himself between her thighs, pinning her to the bed underneath him, as he sucked blood down his throat. He didn't want it to end, but knew it had to.
When he did pull away he felt relaxed and satiated. Then he let his hands roam, running his palms along her curves and reveling in the pliant feminine form underneath him.
Another sexy moan escaped her lips, and he moved to capture her mouth with his. He kissed her as if he hadn't just fulfilled his thirst by drinking her blood, ravaging her mouth and starving for more. He let his hands roam freely, running up her thighs and lifting the dark cloth.
"God Yori.." he spoke against her lips. "You're not wearing anything underneath this?"
She shook her head slightly as his hands rubbed along the smooth curve of her naked hips. As he thought about his clothing on her naked skin he found himself grinding his hips into hers. It was all he could do to stop himself from ripping his clothes off and burying himself inside her.
Desire crashed through him, but he held it under control. There were things he wanted to do before letting himself go. If she thought she wanted to get away from him, then he was going to let her know exactly what she would be missing.
He pushed the cloth farther up her body, lifting himself up slightly so he could pull it over her stomach. When she tried to help him by taking it off, he stopped her.
"Leave it on." he said gruffly as he lowered his head to her stomach.
She didn't protest and out of the corner of his eye he saw her gripping the sheets as he trailed kisses from her navel to her hip, before running his teeth along her inner thigh. She froze as she realized where his mouth was venturing.
"Hanabusa, wait!" her voice was shocked.
He decided not to give her any more time to think and held her thighs apart so he could move in between them, inhaling her tantalizing fragrance before giving her one long, slow lick along pink sensitive flesh. Hearing her surprised cry of pleasure at the intimate touch was all the encouragement he needed and he delved deeper, growing incredibly aroused at the taste of wet, slick skin sliding under his tongue as the sounds of her moans filled his ears.
She writhed underneath him and he gripped her trembling thighs tightly, holding them apart so he could take his time exploring her crevices, indulging himself in every nuance of her sweet taste. Her hands slid through his hair as he closed his mouth over her clitoris, sucking firmly enough to make her arch her hips as her cries grew louder. He moaned against her when she convulsed around him, her entire body quivering as she climaxed.
She went slack in his arms, sucking in deep breaths as her fingers absentmindedly ran through his hair. He lifted himself enough to gaze up along her body, taking in flushed skin and strands of slightly wet hair sticking to the sides of her face. She was by far the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life and he wanted to spend every day proving it to her.
The cloth of his pants strained against him almost painfully, but he wasn't finished yet and went back to his tender ministrations as soon as he heard her begin to recover her breath.
"I can't...again..." she said breathlessly, only to moan helplessly as he replaced his tongue with his hand, penetrating her slowly with two fingers.
He slid up along her body so he could whisper thickly in her ear. "I think you can."
Then he proved it to her, holding her head against his shoulder as he brought her swiftly to her next orgasm. The way she held onto him, crying out his name as she squeezed his hand between her thighs was enough to make him lose his mind and by the time he actually managed to undress himself his chest was heaving with the effort to draw air into his lungs while all he could think about was the way she would feel when he was inside her.
Settling on top of her, he took in her heavy eyelids and glazed brown eyes. He felt like he was drowning in them, completely mesmerized as she blinked slowly then looked up at him under long lashes.
"Yori I..." he stopped himself. All he wanted to do was tell her he loved her, but the fear of pushing her farther away surfaced itself in his mind.
Instead he did the next best thing. He showed her. His arms cradled her tightly as he made slow, exquisite love to her. Part of him wanted to be rough in an attempt to prove she wanted him, but it just wasn't in him to do so. He had lost his soul and she was the new owner. She could do whatever she wanted with it, but it didn't matter. Even if she wanted him half as much as he wanted her it would be enough. Her hold on him was completely unbreakable.
The room fell away and he couldn't hold out any longer. He shook as waves of his climax washed over him, gripping onto her and trying to maintain any semblance of sanity.
Gently, he turned them on their sides, covering her with his shirt before stroking his fingers along her back. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, that she was everything to him, that he couldn't live without her, that if she left him it would probably kill him. But none of these things seemed to express how he felt accurately. So instead he just did the same thing as always. He gave her his heart.
"I love you, Yori-chan."
Silence, was his only response.
He hadn't really been expecting her to reply with her own confession. There was no reason that this time would be different than any of the others. He knew he had effectively put his heart on a silver platter and handed it to her. Every day he wondered if she would cut it into pieces before handing it back to him.
The silence continued to linger and he found himself feeling dreadfully exposed. He needed to hear her say something, anything.
He continued to rub her back, feeling the cloth of his shirt that wrapped around her naked skin. "Stealing my clothes now?" It wasn't even close to what he wanted to know.
"I like the way they smell."
Finally, the sound of her voice caressed his senses. Even though it was the smallest nonsensical thing, it relaxed him. Pulling her closer, he entwined his legs through hers, then stroked her hair as her breathing slowed and she slipped into sleep.
In his mind he imagined that her wearing his shirt was like her accepting his love. It surrounded her, kept her warm, comforted her. She wore it while she was asleep and vulnerable, practically swimming in the excess of fabric.
He whispered into her ear as she slept. "Just don't ever take it off."
Oh yeah, I remember why I'm dragging this story out way longer than it should be. So I can write more lemons!
