Silver Night
By: A Really Big Idiot
Warning! There is strong sexual content in this chapter! Reader Beware!
Present
It was an hour till the beginning of the grey morning before Kaname entered his private rooms of the King's Chamber of the Imperial. While he was slightly buzzed, he was not entirely drunk, and the oddly combined sensation wobbled his generally sharp mind.
However, the moment that he came into his private rooms, the first external sensation that surprised him came from an unlikely and rarely tickled sense.
And that unlikely tickled sense was his sense of smell.
Despite the beautifully decorated hotel suite, Kaname's mind could not register any other stimulates then the savoring scents of all his favorite foods. Curiously, Kaname walked towards the origin of the smells and his dark eyes came upon his dining room table near his fabulous private kitchen.
On the large table were numerous elegantly arranged dishes. There was Lemon Poached Salmon, Marzipan, Chicken Parm, Tri-Color Frittata, French Bread with olive oil, Antipasto Salad, Rich Fondue Chocolate, Sparkling Water, and White and Red Wine.
Kaname could only look at the delicious meal spread out before him. His speechless eyes caught the shape of a small note. Kaname's shaking hands reached towards it and picked it up.
In the small elegant note, Kaname saw his ideal lover's beautiful handwriting. I've prepared your favorite dishes, my dear Master Kaname. The lovely note said. I feared that you would need some vital refreshments to strengthen you after these momentous events. Something inside Kaname felt...raw. I hope my actions have pleased you, my master. Please eat and get some rest.
Silver...
Kaname felt like he was suddenly lost at sea. A sea of uncontrollable emotions and feelings.
The fact that Silver would –
The fact that Silver was even thinking about him in such a situation –
The fact that Silver's total focal point was on him and only on him, yet he would have to risk -
Kaname felt terribly raw.
But that raw sensation in his chest awoken something primal and savagely needy within him. Kaname suddenly hungered for something. He was hungry, hungry, hungry, but the thing he hungered for was not food.
He wanted...
He wanted someone's total understanding and acceptance of his true monster nature.
Kaname wanted closeness. He wanted familiarity. He wanted nearness.
He wanted intimacy.
And there was only one person, one precious creature, one soul who could give him what he desperately craved.
Chapter Fifty-Two: Ownership
Present
Mentally and physically exhausted, Silver Night had decided to risk a quick nap before the arrival of his master, but his strange exhaustion took total control over him and against his best intentions, he found himself in a very deep sleep in his private room bed that was located near his master's private hotel bedroom. He was so tired that he hadn't even bothered to change from his bodyguard clothes.
Yet as Silver rested in the in-between world of reality and dreams, he felt something run tenderly up his chest.
Awareness started to stir his lethargic state.
That something turned out to be a hand. And that smooth and powerful hand passed over his resting face. Long and soft fingers brushed over his closed eyelashes and Silver was slowly tugged from his dreamless rest as his delicate wrists were caught by strong hands.
Suddenly, a soft mouth captured his, and Silver's lips were captured in a consuming and determined kiss.
Silver grew alarmed.
He started to struggle against the consuming kiss, but then he took a deep breath through his nose, and he recognized the familiar scent that assaulted his senses.
Ah, it was Master Kaname.
Silver stopped his struggles.
His master's tongue teasing pulled at his lips and Silver invitingly opened his honeyed mouth to the provoking invader. Kaname's particular flavor lingered on his challenging tongue and it reminded Silver of an old world dream. His master tasted like old wine and far-off spices and the unique flavor brought to him half-remembered sensations of a distant land and ancient dream.
Silver gasped as his master pulled back from their deep kiss and slowly licked his lips. He finally opened his gray-purple eyes and stared up at the dark-haired man. His master's usual dark-brown orbs seemed to have unexpectedly changed, and Silver wasn't quite sure what to make of such a thing.
Master Kaname's eyes had a dark hint of red in that consuming imperial gaze of his.
Silver suddenly felt faint.
However, his master's oddly changed irises were not the blood-red hue that was typical of when a vampire felt into the throes of bloodlust. The color of his master's eyes could be best described as a dark garnet-brown color. How strange. Silver was unsure of the meaning behind this small change of his master's irises.
Kaname studied Silver for a long quiet moment. His silver-haired lover had initially resisted his acts, but he had felt it when the man had recognized his unique scent. At that, Silver had quickly calmed himself, and immediately responded. For some unknown reason, Kaname was extremely…glad...at that. Did not such a deed show Silver's complete fealty to him? He resisted all, but then he acquiesced only to him.
Clearly his lover knew who he belonged to.
Suddenly, Kaname's garnet-brown eyes flashed with dark desire.
He wanted to claim this person.
Now.
And forever.
For some strange reason, Silver's heart speed up to an unreasonable rate.
This man…this strange garnet-brown eyed man…was the one that he was….planning on destroying. This man was one that he should utterly hate and deeply despise because this man represented everything that he hated about his life and…he had everything that Silver desperately wished he could truly have.
He had a mate he could freely and truly love and protect.
He had two precious children.
He had unfathomable power and prestige.
He had the freedom to do or be…whatever he wanted.
Master Kaname had everything, and thus Silver had so many reasons to hate him.
But he was so tired.
So very, very tired.
Everything about his life – lost, lonely, incomplete, and false as it was – was so very tiring.
Survive. Survive. Survive.
Yet ever since he had that strange new dream, he had no real reason too – he had no hope or goals or prizes or promises in the end – all he was to do was simply keep on surviving.
So, why should Silver keep surviving if all he had was hate and despair? Why must he always whisper the lies that the one he would one day betray wished to hear?
In a rare foolish act of his, Silver opened his mouth to ask his jailor why….
But, unfortunately, his master silenced his unseen bleeding soul with his dark kiss.
Kaname's ruby tongue took advantage of Silver's slightly parted lips and swiftly slipped inside his lover's mouth. He sealed their lips together in the softest kiss Silver had ever experienced. At that unexpected gentleness, Silver's mind suddenly burned, and all his senses switched on. He lightly groaned as Kaname's tongue teased his never-used fangs – brushing his tongue over them until they tingled.
Silver felt his body warm and a vibrating wave of pleasure inched through his snow-white skin. He felt Kaname's greedy hands on his white bodyguard dress shirt and the man worked the small buttons through the loops until they fell away. Warm dominating fingers ghosted over Silver's smooth chest, traveled across his stomach, and then they journeyed back up towards his lips.
The sensations made Silver tremble.
Unbidden, the words of his late creator assaulted his mind.
"You have finally become prey that wishes to be devoured." A man with evil crimson eyes lustfully whispered into his ear with dark pride. "You are my perfect corruption. My filthy work of art." His long fingers lifted the lost shadow person's head up. "Forever will you be my greatest contaminated creation, my wonderfully defiled Silver Night."
Perhaps…that evil man was right all along and it was Silver who was deceiving himself?
Silver the Destroyer. Silver the Deceiver. Silver the Doll. It was all he would ever be, wasn't it?
Perhaps this was all he was…
Silver's head fell back when Kaname's ghost fingers pulled away from his shuddering mouth. The dark-eyed man started to kiss under his chin and then he started to make his way down Silver's moonlight throat. A new set of shivers coursed through Silver when Kaname licked his sternum. His master's hot tongue moved slowly but firmly along the center of his chest until he was gasping in corrupted pleasure.
All of a sudden, Silver wanted to offer every piece of his sensitive flesh to his Master Kaname's unusual soft touches.
But, capriciously, the dreadful man relented from his intensely teasing actions.
Silver's eyes snapped open.
That will not do.
Silver reached up and hastily unbuttoned Kaname's red zoot jacket and white silk dress shirt. He felt his master watch him as Silver's elegant fingers quickly freed his upper body of its trapping red cloth.
Without warning, Kaname felt a warm mouth close around his right nipple and the dark eyed vampire cried out in ecstasy. He nearly felt onto the man underneath him.
Nevertheless, despite his desire to maintain himself, he could hardly balance his quavering position as Silver's skillful tongue's wet presence against his nub made his mind reel. Kaname soon feared he could not take anymore, but then Silver moved lower to lick at the soft skin of his navel, which, while giving his sensitive nipples a well-needed rest, bizarrely made Kaname moodily groan at the sudden lost of that intense pleasure.
Above him, Silver heard his master growl deeply into his throat as he devoured his master's hot skin. Silver's white teeth and twisting tongue mapped every straining muscle on his master's whimpering chest, until the man unleashed a loud frustrated sob of deep desire.
Pleasure.
Pleasure.
Pleasure.
Silver Night was a shadow person and thus did not understand things like love, happiness, peace, or security. Things that many people took for granted. However, he could not have lived and survived this wretchedly long and false existence of his if he did not understand pleasure.
Objective carnal wanton pleasure...
It was the closest thing he could feel that was similar to what many people called 'love'. Therefore, despite the fact that such a thing always left him drained and dead in the end - that after such acts he always, always, always felt lonely and empty - he would never fight his sole comfort of total lust.
Sex. Pleasure. Lust.
It was all he had to warm himself in his cold false world.
Lust was all he had.
Therefore, Silver's gray-amethyst eyes flared to life with dark, forbidding, and greedy desire.
Two distinctly different pairs of eyes met, and Kaname felt like he was drowning in Silver's mysterious soul-window orbs. When their eyes met again – gray-amethyst orbs cutting into ruby-chocolate irises - Kaname shuddered.
His body felt like it was being consumed by an inferno of lust, desire, and hunger. His mind felt like it was falling away, and his skin thirsted for more and more and more. He wanted more and more and more of the arousing being beneath him, and within Kaname's overwhelmed senses he suddenly felt the other vampire's craving yearning for him.
Another type of shudder ripped through Kaname's boiling flesh.
Silver…
This silver-haired plum-gray eyed man was the embodiment of everything that Kaname pine for. This strange and unexpected being was creating sensations within him that Kaname feared he could never escape from and Kaname highly doubted if he even wanted to escape from them.
Silver Night was understanding, acceptance, and pleasure.
Silver Night was a safe refuge and his ideal companion.
Silver Night was vampire.
Kaname felt like he had been poison. His terrible addiction for this precious person was beyond his control now.
Severe and uncontrolled obsession flowed down Kaname's burning chest to hover in the pits of his stomach. An irreconcilable desire was growing within Kaname at Silver's talented touches, and he felt his worries fade far, far away.
Now, there was only him, his Silver, and the insistent dark yearning inside him that demanded immediate satisfaction.
Kaname gently stopped his lover's movements and pulled him up. Silver tipped his head forward with a shudder. Then Kaname slipped his sweaty hands under the open white dress shirt his lover still wore that surrounded his elbows.
Sharp nails lightly scratched at Silver's uncovered snow-white chest, and Silver whimpered. His master's nails dug into his sensitized nipples, and he arched his back. The mortal pleasure of the action pulled a low cry of complete delight from his mouth.
Without informing his silver-haired lover of his intentions, Kaname's mouth slipped down Silver's snow-white and quivering neck. He positioned his red lips over his lover's quaking shoulder and, without warning, the pureblooded man lightly nipped into Silver's pale flesh.
Silver loudly gasped.
His master did the unexpected action again and again and again.
"Kaname!" Silver's desperately moaned as his mind was rocked into a wanton frenzy.
Soon, a series of small bites were added along both sides of his neck. Affection bites. His master was marking him as his territory with this ancient vampire habit of affection bites. Such markings declared his ownership to the man above him, and while such small markings would be gone by morning, they would last for a few hours, which was what all they were intended to really do.
Panting like a thirsty dog, Silver was stunned. This…had never happened before with this man! What in the world?
Why?
Why in the world was this happening right now? Affection bites are only reserved for love-bond mates that have -
Silver could not finish the shocked thought. His stunned intentions were suddenly directed to the powerful hands that forcefully tore away the plain white dress shirt and black pants he wore. Silver brashly wheezed at the huskily ferocious movement. Fleshly blasts of pleasurable heat detonated underneath his naked skin's nerves, and Silver suddenly felt like his mind was on fire. Kaname's nippy fingers flung away all of Silver's textile coverings, and Silver promptly forgot all about them. Even though he was complete nude now, Silver felt so terribly, terribly hot.
No, he was not just hot.
Silver felt a vivacious buzzing in his veins. His flesh boomingly burned. His mind was vibrant with a crazed fever. As fingers ran over his chest, his head fell back onto the large bed. The intoxicating scents of sandalwood and roses mixed with the scents of old world wine, and Silver's low groaning turned into begging sobs as his master's thick fangs lightly and continuously pricked the hot flesh of his snow-white neck, throat, and shoulder - decorating his sultry flesh with tens of small affection bites that injected sweltering bolts of pleasure to every nick, space, and crease on his body.
Breathless and lost, Silver's darken plum-gray eyes opened and he foggily turned to face his master.
And Silver became even more winded.
All he could see was red.
Kaname's eyes were now perfectly crimson. Those burning red orbs captured Silver's stunned gaze and he could not look away. Kaname's dark crimson irises seemed to draw Silver's soul out of his body and thus Silver could barely struggle for a single breath.
Silver felt Kaname's hand tighten around his throat. Silver's eyes flashed. He immediately understood his master's new intentions, and he turned his head obediently to the left, baring the long curve of his snow-white neck to his master's scorching desire.
Silver sobbed in intense pleasure as long fangs buried themselves deep into his willing neck. Waves of ecstasy ripped through him and he arched himself roughly into the caging hot body above him.
"Kaname…" Silver delightedly groaned as his master's powerful jaws clamped down on his neck. He felt the long fangs drive themselves deeper into him and utter rapture welled up inside him. The vehement wave of pleasure swept through his body, and each beat of his mad heart increased the sensations of pure bliss a hundred fold. Passion sang through his veins and Silver was only vaguely aware of his master's strong hands at the back of his neck and wildly arched back. His master was supporting his limp, blissful, and willing frame as he slowly drank from Silver's submitted throat.
Silver felt the pillows on his bed shift as Kaname kneeled over him. However, lost in the pleasure of his master's fanged bite, Silver didn't register his master's other fleshly intention, until he felt a warm hand cup him between his legs and one long single finger pushed itself inside him.
Silver's mind exploded.
He desperately clung to the dark-haired vampire above him, but Silver's voice was caught in his throat. His eyes closed as two points of pleasure build within him and he felt a sturdy arm wrap about his lower back. Silver soon felt his shaking hips be pulled up against his master's clothed erected groin.
A low keen escaped his throat as Silver arched himself into both wicked touches. He felt his master's teeth slightly tear further into his throat, yet Silver barely cared. The sensations that flowed over and inside him was all that he honestly cared for at this moment.
This gratification was his greatest need.
Thus he didn't care if his throat would be torn out. All that mattered was satisfying this lustful pleasurable desire that had blazingly ignited within him.
The sole single digit in his internal core soon became two. Then it became three. The initial pain at the preparation was forgotten as a long-past remembrance when Silver was sent soaring into utter rapture when his master's touched and massaged that single glorious spot inside of him.
"Kaname!" Silver moaned into the pureblood's burning chest. The whispered/screamed word sent sharp arrows of desire through Kaname's body, particularly his groin area, and Kaname's mind fell away from reality and into the world of spicy dreams.
A ragged cry was torn from Silver's throat as raw pleasure sang through him. Panting heavily, he clung tightly onto the pureblood's arm in one hand and his master's soft brown hair locs with the other.
Then, without warning, Kaname stopped his drinking bite and bared his sharp fangs in a well-pleased leer over his lover. He quickly removed his pants and then he drove Silver back against the bed and pinned the man underneath him with his weight. He lunged over to get on top of his lover and Kaname's hips grounded into his lover's shaking and opened moonlight legs.
Silver then felt his waist shoved downward and his lean legs were pushed up against his chest. He felt himself being lifted and his mind scarcely paused to fathom what was just about to happen.
When it happened, he lost himself.
Silver wept in sheer bliss as he was slowly, thickly, and deliciously entered.
Kaname's throbbing male organ dung deep into him. "Kaname!" Silver hissed as his legs were trapped against each other. He chewed his lips with his pearl white fangs so savagely that they almost bled.
"...Ngh!" Silver threw his head back. His long silver hair seemed to whip around him like butterfly wings. There were no words that could describe what he felt at this moment. This position made his master's organ feel far larger than it actually was. Thus Silver became a recklessly wild fleshly creature as Kaname smoothly pushed himself all the way through Silver's tight wet entrance.
Kaname's mind was sharply compressed into this one single moment. All thoughts of the past, the future, consequences, or possible effects were complete gone from his blazing mind. Nothing mattered to him at this moment. Absolutely nothing matter, except for him to completely lose himself to his awfully addictive and truly obsessive gratification.
The red cloth of Kaname's open pants rubbed roughly against Silver's exposed skin when Kaname was full sheathed inside him. However, it was just another feeling – another delicious and consuming and claiming feeling - that added to all the torrent of pleasurable sensations that clashed within their souls.
Silver was being pushed closer to the edge and he could hardly breathe.
The overpowering scent of sandalwood and roses tightly embraced the hot air between them. Silver's long high-silver colored hair hung heavily and sleekly down the back of his large hotel bed, around his master's throat, and everywhere else its silk tendrils could latch onto as Silver's seemingly fragile and perfect body was blissfully subjected to the taller man's numerous determined long thrusts.
Silver screamed. He moaned, and he groaned. Arching and relaxing – arching and relaxing – Silver felt every delightful and lustful sensation that was Kaname.
The riotous thrusting of Kaname's vigorous hips. The drumming of Silver's various pulses. Their countless twin gasps for fresh air.
Everything. Anything. Everything. All.
Silver only existed to feel the hot blaze of uncontrolled and untamed lust at this moment. All previous thoughts of his fell away.
His master continued to wildly move within him, but when he looked towards his master's face again, he froze.
A crimson eyed creature stared back at him.
Silver's hammering heart stopped. He felt something inside him be harshly shoved awake.
Then his master snarled against him and brutally pushed his thick and leaking manhood back into him. Silver flung his head back with a sharp howl. By darkness, the man's thrust was so hard that Silver was savagely shoved against the back of the bed. "Ngh…Kaname!" Silver groaned. For some strange reason, Silver feared that the bed would split with their sinful movements.
Silver tightly gripped Kaname's chest and shoulders as Kaname's merciless fingers rubbed against the skin of his stomach and hips. As he cried out in short sharp breaths, Silver's ruby lips desperately urged Kaname to hold him tighter and move faster.
Kaname couldn't agree more.
Pulling Silver's trembling legs down, he wrapped them around his impatient hips. He pinned his lover against him and Silver was coaxed into unleashing his pleasure.
But not yet.
Kaname's hand slid through Silver's long silvery river mane and he began to move inside him without thought or reason. At this moment, he could no longer take his time or slow down – it was too far gone for any of that. Silver had also lost all control of his responses and was hungrily moaning underneath him at each deep thrust Kaname heedlessly made inside Silver's always wickedly tight wet channel.
All the pulses in Silver's body violently pounded and his heart was hammering against his screaming ribcage. With each thick thrust, Silver felt as if he could taste the man in the back of his throat. His breathing was abnormally wild and every section of his naked flesh sang a song of ultimate pleasure.
Silver cried out as Kaname fiercely thrust himself into him again, and he harshly clawed at Kaname's bare back. The slightly rebellious movement earned him a satisfying cry from the male vampire on top and inside him.
With a sob of pleasure, Silver reached up and caught another handful of loose dark-brown hair. He crushed his lips against his master's, dragging the man's red tongue down on his own. Too soon, Kaname's tongue plundered his mouth, but he was able to skillfully avoid his fangs as Silver soon started to thrash in the final throes of his oncoming climax.
Their lips separated, and Silver's mouth fell open as he breathed out his master's name.
"Kaname…I…" Silver cried. He wanted to say something. But what he wanted to say, he didn't know. It could have been anything, yet in the end, he couldn't.
All the sensations they were feeling finally came into sync at that moment.
Both souls were pushed into spellbound and pure ecstasy, and together they fell down the cliff of sheer rapture.
Too soon - the moment slowly passed.
Kaname collapsed upon him, as Silver collapsed against the wet bed. Amidst the scent of hot blood and even hotter sex, Kaname was heavily panting against Silver's snow-white neck. Silver felt like he was floating in a sea of absolute elation and smoldering adrenaline.
Silver lazily stayed sprawled on the bed and watched his master through half-lidded and strangely satisfied eyes. Master Kaname's eyes had gone back to their original dark-brown color and they were also dripping with utter satisfaction.
Without Silver's approval, Kaname pulled out from inside him, flipped to his side, and lay beside him still heavily panting. His limbs were visibly shaking, and his dark-brown eyes were half-closed.
Silver's hazy mind was falling into restful darkness, but then one of his master's soft hands gently touched his sweating face, while another gentle hand caught his chin. Soft lips closed around his and Silver closed his tired eyes and half-heartedly traced his tongue along and inside his master's mouth.
The soft kiss ended when slumber descended on them.
The Following Night…
When Silver woke up, his body still strangely carnally ached, but luckily, his master was nowhere to be found in the large hotel room. Yet despite Silver intense desire to go back to bed, he got himself up, and marched himself to his bathroom in order to clean and freshen himself up for the night.
Nevertheless, when he looked into the darken bathroom mirror, he still saw two small open wounds on his neck. What? Silver's eyes widen in alarm.
He snapped on the bathroom lights in total panic. In the sharp light, Silver reached up and touched the still slightly bleeding red marks on his neck, and his soul darkly shuddered.
No!
It wasn't possible!
His master…jailor…couldn't have….
What did this mean?
Silver could barely breathe.
Why was his master's fanged mark still on him?
To Be Continued
