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A Mutual Love
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She did not know hesitation, only instinct. She did not understand the cowardice in self-consciousness, only infatuation of the fearless tenacity. Quite the excuse, Yuki had not undergone suffering and heartache. The concepts were theoretical, found in almanacs, but never a real experience. The Imperial Lord ordered them to live freely in his dimension. Life was euphorically serene, there was no sound or echo of grief. She wondered if she were tragically hampered and emotionally twisted, marred and wronged for odd reasons, would she swear her life and love unremittingly to Kaname?
Thump thump, thump thump.
Inside her chest, her heart rattled like a tin-can filled with stones.
Kaname blinked alertly in reaction to her fluttering heart, the slit of his eyes widened by the second. His arm swept tightly around her naked, wet back to urge her closer. The water in the pool was warm, and the rose pedals hashed her pale, supple skin in lines of red and pink. Despite there were no goosebumps on her skin to signal she was cold, he kept his arm about her attentively as he inspected her curiously peeping red eyes. The crown of stars and moons glimmered as she tilted her head back to meet his suspiciously manicured stare.
Yuki melted beneath his narrowing gaze, her lips spooned high into her cheeks and her eyes glittered like the stars on her head. She did not need anything to love Kaname. The feeling had always existed, before he grew into a pureblood vampire. As he knelt over her in the water, she cupped the face of the lazy pureblood she shared the dimension with.
When they were fledging purebloods, she hardly gave him peace or space. He did not know how to express himself and would stare—glare—coldly until she pursed her pretty lips and stopped talking. Yet she would start again, jumping right behind his heels or weave between his legs in her butterfly form just to stay close. She loved him even when he would scowl at the white dust in the ground, his arms curled protectively against his chest, looming and patience thinning while she heaved on articles and articles about the various worlds surrounding them—it was cathartic, in her words—about humans, which he did not care about. Acknowledging his indifference, she took an extremely long trip alone, which he did care about. Back from her voyage, she found Kaname looking…torn from the inside-out.
His disheveled hair was not the only proof of frustration or another inconclusive feeling he couldn't fathom at the time. His red eyes had turned into two polished black holes. It was obvious he hadn't eaten, slept or maintained his leisure and daily activities. Seiren secretly confessed Kaname never went home when Yuki was not there to receive him. Afterward, Yuki saw sparks of nostalgia in his behavior and gaze — that for an unforeseeable time he could not sense or see Yuki, who'd unceasingly flutter around him and bat her eyes at him affectionately for no reason at all.
He often fell asleep between her story-telling and fact-checking when she found his unguardedly beautiful sleeping face under the tree, next to the lake of stars. Yuki softly smiled, her red eyes crinkled in the process and nuzzled his nose.
"I'm going to love you for the rest of your life, Kaname."
Kaname was no romantic for he did not understand the context specifically. Yuki had filled him on luxurious tales about how surprising humans tended to act. He compared his actions to humans, immediately proclaiming himself superior. In terms of care, thought and affection, even though Yuki was younger, she was unbeatable and became his teacher in that regard. She doubled what she received, and he reciprocated her without a miss. The deal entwined into a life of its own. A tradition of giving and receiving, and eventually they began over-giving and over-receiving. To that point and another thousand years, Kaname could not bring to words what he felt. He liked how she looked up at him adoringly, hanging onto his word eagerly. After she disappeared, he did not like not being able to hear her fluttering wings, or the dry vapor in the wind, free of her rosy-sunny scent. They grew up together, he probably missed her — a little.
The Imperial Lord rested an elbow on the right knee and bent forward to inspect the slumped silhouette in the infinite white marble of his hall. He blinked, ascertaining the dark mark was not a flake of dust in his lashes. The immovable form remained hauled up by the crisp blankness of the white floor.
"Little Light," The Imperial Lord had never witnessed the exquisitely fine and grounded pureblood appear diluted of self-restraint, patience, and calmness.
Kaname was raggedly on his knees, misty-eyed and disoriented. His dark clothes was tailored in white dust, the scent of the violet ocean nicked the hems of his jacket, and the sleeves had been nibbled by fire enough to reveal the fair contours of muscle on his arms.
"Yuki has been gone for over 600 years." He mumbled without looking up, "What's taking her so long? Why can't I track her down?"
With his ears and eyes over the dimension, the Imperial Lord was made aware Kaname had gone to seek her out. He noted the dismal state of the pureblood's attire in praise-worthy silence.
"Does she not want to return home? Should I not have ignored her?"
Before the Imperial Lord burst into laughter, he regarded the pale, quivering pureblood who was wiser and stronger than majority of the vampires belonging to the dimension. "I created everything you liked, your favorite choice of blood-flavored fruits, the moon rock birds, and the rainbows. And you here are at my feet, unable to enjoy and appreciate your life."
"You wouldn't let Yuki get hurt," Kaname whispered, "You'd send help promptly."
The Imperial Lord rose from the seat made of gold. The instant he moved, the chair dematerialized into dust. The lord halted before the pureblood on the floor. "I created you together, but I didn't prevent you from being with other purebloods. Look around you, there're hundreds of pureblood women."
Kaname's black eyes flickered red, scorching bright. He peered up at the Imperial Lord, his long hair fell back from his forehead. "Yuki is entertaining another pureblood?"
The Imperial Lord ceased his arm waving toward the horizon and swung around to study the wide-eyed pureblood. He listened to the tremors scaffolding Kaname's frame and the vigorous heart smashing against his chest plate, the screeching blood racing through Kaname's veins, the faint but hostile smoke snuffing in and out of his nostrils as his crimson eyes smoldered.
The Imperial Lord slowly knelt to his eye-level and caressed Kaname on the shoulder. "The nature of light and dark is one thing. The nature of male and female is another." The Imperial Lord whispered.
Kaname balled his fists on his knees, glaring at the floor in concentration.
"You can have anyone, Little Light. I can create another female pureblood just for you."
"Yuki can be anywhere." Kaname gritted his fangs.
The Imperial Lord closed his eyes softly, acquiescing internally. They were merely fledglings and did not contemplate heartfelt emotions. Kaname had yet to comprehend his companion was no simple companion. Normally purebloods would stir and revel at the thought of being with hundreds of female purebloods, and he was slightly surprised to discover Kaname's dismissal of the topic.
He tapped Kaname on the shoulder twice, "You need only get better at finding her. You are still thinking like a wolf. Take how you are now as a lesson. You're anxious, defensive, and threatening. Inside your mind, everything is dark, cold and empty. The taste of fear is swallowing you up. Aggression is biting your nerves. Anything you don't like, you instantly want to kill—"
Kaname's fists unhooked and layered into shaking fingers upon the balls of his knees. His breathing had become laborious prior moments ago. Realizing now, he blinked and raised his head higher, straightened his shoulders to iron out the excessive tremors.
"You are laser-focused on Little Light, but you need to look at what is happening to you," The Imperial Lord readjusted to his extreme height that made Kaname appear like an infant. "When one is gone, the other can bring chaos. You balanced each other for millions of years. I put the feeling in your heart and soul, I didn't force you together. If a hundred pureblood women do not excite you, you've already chosen a path. If there is a trace of love, a strain, or a fleeting instinct, it lives for a purpose."
Hollow-eyed, Kaname examined the white marble in front of him. Long locks of hair sweeping faintly against his ears and the back of his neck. He sighed softly, the words of the Imperial Lord calmed him, but he could not bring himself to move an inch.
Love.
The Imperial Lord smiled at the silent pureblood. "The entire dimension is yours, yet you're pensive over a female — the one who ran and flew with you, who is incapable of hiding her feelings from you."
Solidly Kaname looked at the Imperial Lord, contemplating the words he intended to convey. "I don't…want…Yuki to go to…another vampire." Having knitted the strange arrangement of words, he curled his dark brows and gaped at his lord, puzzled. "Why?"
The Imperial Lord's brows picked up easily, he nodded encouragingly toward the fledgling pureblood's innocence. "It is natural, Little Light. You will know soon. Learn how to find her first, make getting to her efficiently an art. Little Dark doesn't understand her limits without you, and you turn into a horned-demon without her. I made you a free pureblood who can have many females. Did you think I didn't make her a free woman?" He raised an expectant brow at Kaname.
The crimson-eyed pureblood gingerly uncoiled his legs and stood up to make a formal bow. The corners of his eyes sharpened in a determined glare. He thanked the Imperial Lord who smiled summarily behind him. Kaname hadn't known frustration like the one where he could not feel or touch Yuki. His intestines were wound up, and an unquenchable fire raked up into his chest, incinerating his focus. He listened to the wind and ran through the nine wilderness, hoping on his hundredth round to encounter Yuki. He also hadn't known what it was like to want something and not have it, immediately. He may have been livid, but he was worried she couldn't find her way back home…or she didn't want to return home.
Kaname wandered the nine wilderness, memorizing the habits of the moving mountains and the ravenous rootless trees. He went into gardens or fields of flowers created from vampire blood to wait for a thirsty butterfly, but none came. He entered the violet fiery sea to collect her remains, if she was no longer among the living, but there was nothing to find. After many years, Kaname sat emptily at the edge of the nine wilderness, gaping into the violet wind.
White vapor stirred above and engulfed him. He smelled the familiar waft of cold, damp wind and resumed to watch the moving mountains walk into the ocean. The vapor revealed himself momentarily on Kaname's left.
He musingly nodded toward the dark-haired pureblood, Old Man Sky cleared his throat. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. It is such burdensome heartache when your own leaves you forever."
Kaname glared at the white-bearded pureblood.
"Two thousand years have passed, the last I saw her was at the crossing. She wanted to read something important." He relayed.
"Seiren controls the crossing. Purebloods are not allowed to leave." Kaname replied.
"Little Dark is a curious creature, doesn't she have a penchant for humans? The crossing is the only way into the human world."
Kaname did not entertain the thought, murmuring, "Yuki won't trouble the Imperial Lord."
The Old Man of the Sky nodded thoughtfully, sighing in resignation. "Perhaps you're right, you know her best." He regarded Kaname's lonesome profile, shook his head and disappeared into vapor once more.
Kaname had mastered the terrain of the nine wilderness, the fiery depths of the violet sea, and the moving mountains three thousand years into searching for Yuki. He could taste the wind in one sniff. He could see into the eleven layers of the realms and peek into the human world next to Old Man Sky. He had caught every single butterfly in the dimension and took the time to learn their habit and hunger. He also studied Yuki's disturbing obsession with human folklores. At times she became a stranger completely, other times he knew she would prefer humans over vampires. He had gained some clarity on what he liked and did not. He did not like trains of females following him because of his status and physique. He did not like an empty home. He did not like the silence or the vacant heat in the wind, devoid of roses and sunshine.
One foot into the nine wilderness, Kaname could sense the nervous activity and faint hustle among the rootless trees. Two steps in, his piercing red eyes widened from the tactile difference in the atmosphere by the scent of roses. He whisked into a blur, weaving and frizzling between snaring trees and hungry rodents. The smell of blood tickled, closing on the shell of his ears, but the taste had already settled in his tongue and throat. The walls of his trachea tightened knowingly from the sweet decadence of her blood. He frisked into a narrow opening in a dense corner of the forest, scaled by thick roots.
"The dimension knows of your power and glory. How young and beautiful you are, how celebrated and treasured you are! With such power in your blood, no one wants to rival, but worship you. Truly, you are one of a kind, why don't you come to me? Make me yours."
The slithering shadow swept down the branches and puddled on the white dust. Thrusting out of the rims of shadows, the black slime snatched the luxurious fall of dark hair.
"Let me eat you!"
Having lost her concentration on the text, the pale pureblood tipped her book down in sheer annoyance. Her red glare ensnared the floating gooey creature. Two silver-rimmed black eyes blinked at her, but the shape of its face was illegible, it did not have one, in fact. Large white fangs uncapped from its orifice, it hissed preemptively and sailed down upon Yuki.
A gust of wind flushed over her, shoving her two steps back.
The chiming white fangs crunched into a long dark sleeve, as the rest of its slimy body continued to absorb the flesh of Kaname's arm. Cold and wet, its black skin soaked up Kaname's elbow, reaching higher up his shoulder. The sharp white teeth gnawed his fingers thirstily.
Kaname narrowed his eyes, his ears standing up after sensing the hazardous energy of the pureblood he had shoved out of the way on time. "I get she is a beauty, but she is mine." The biting fangs chewed through the flesh of Kaname's wrist. He picked up the tightening fissure and glared in disgust.
"Everything has a name, a home and a root. Everything has a unique print and a purpose. The Imperial Lord took the time to create insects and wild animals," Kaname scowled as the black slime attempted to swallow his fist, "Except for you, No-creature. He gave you no name or power. You're a void, a forgotten, unwanted waste of space. Know your place, you have no right to covet Yuki."
The black slime rolled its eyes into Kaname's seething glare. Surrounded by the cove of trees, in the shadows, the crimson fires of his irises felt hotter than the violet fiery ocean. "If you won't let me have her, let me eat you." The No-creature leapt over Kaname, enshrouding him instantly.
Kaname attempted no wrestle, according to Yuki. She watched the enormous shroud of blackness suffocate him around the head and shoulders. Her red eyes flickered in light tension. She tore a page from her book and began to steer in their direction. The murky sputters of the slime's haste to consume Kaname did not last long. The tall pureblood had only whipped his right arm and ripped open the slime's body. His expression curdled from impassivity to mild grimace, flinging the persistent pest to the ground. The black residue collected into a puddle at Kaname's feet, ready to sneak over his ankles.
"An empty thing can't compare to the living." Kaname growled and turned to find Yuki beside him, "Don't let it touch you, Yuki, it'll try to possess you. No-creatures have no soul. They are shadows begging to attach to the living. They are greedy and spiteful." His tone switched to amber warmth.
The No-creature had glued to Kaname's right sleeve and began nibbling his long fingers. The former pureblood irritably clenched his fist around the slime and bared his fangs, snarling like a wolf tempted by meat.
"Why is a thing like you here?" Kaname growled, fangs clicking between syllables. Dangling out of his fist, the No-creature hissed. "You have no bones or blood. Killing you requires no skill." His claws sharpened around the creature's orifice.
"The dimension raves about the rank of light and dark. For many days I followed her and my luck brought me here. Now that you're both in front of me, I can swallow you in my belly. I can take your powers, beauty and statu—"
Kaname squeezed its mouth shut. The furnace of ire doubled inside his chest that his eyes zoned cinders upon the No-creature.
The sound of disappointment aired next to Kaname. Yuki sighed at the No-creature hanging off of Kaname's hand. He detected the exhaustion nicking her breath. She was not distressed by the sporadical nuisance, that amounted to nothing in the dimension or anywhere else, in Kaname's opinion. He would be happy to teach it a lesson. The No-creature followed Yuki dangerously close. Furthermore, it was given witness to times and things Kaname did not. Heat bloated in the veins of his temples at the thought. Rage-gorged eyes reared on the No-creature mercilessly. It ceased struggling and limply gaped into Kaname's pernicious glower.
How dare you get close to Yuki. Kaname gritted a fang, bitterly. I am going to cook you in the violet ocean, tear you to smithereens, throw you to the moon-diving birds to be chewed. No trace of you will be left to see.
The No-creature's eyes had turned rounder and rounder by the imminent doom and threat of his stare.
Yuki swept between his outstretched arm and the No-creature to simply place the blank sheet of paper on what she assumed to be its head.
"No-creatures are greedy," She confirmed, "They are not attached to anything in the universe. The Imperial Lord made us perfect beyond our own knowledge, but the No-creature's truest desire is not to possess a pureblood's body and power," Yuki whispered sagely and patted the slime. "When one offers a No-creature a personal token, the No-creature becomes bound."
Moodily, Kaname turned, peeking into eyes swirling in sparks of bright red, admiring him from below her lashes. An electrical current shackled his veins, sending fires to his gaze. He suddenly felt flushed, his mouth watered. The dance of heat and thirst ricocheted from his head to his toes. Dry in the throat, the nuance of hunger stroked him starkly between his forthcoming words. The light on her skin and the smell of rose flowers oozed from her pores, whirling around him. He could end up dizzy if he was not careful. The warm sanctuary of her blood tossed and turned in the white canvas of her throat, begging for an impression of his fangs.
He blinked, forcing himself to speak unwaveringly, "Binding a No-creature is not good sense. It can attack you, regardless."
"It's my fault the No-creature came to the nine wilderness, I have to be responsible for it," Yuki tilted her head toward the stunned black slime. Its dark eyes glowing from her gesture. "We both agree a No-creature is empty. How can it be evil if it's empty?"
Kaname grew solemn and pale by her reasoning. The haze of hunger and desire infinitely discerning in his stare as she spoke. She was intelligent but unnecessarily kind, and this troubled him to the bone. Were it another blood-thirsty creature, it wouldn't think to spare a sinister creature of the void. The animals and rootless trees of the nine wilderness were harmless sugar cubes by comparison. Keeping a noxiously greedy shadow around was a foolish mistake, by all means.
"I can still sauté it in the violet fire, all you have to do is reconsider." He glared at the unblinking No-creature. "It will bring you—us—nothing but trouble."
The slime rose from the ground to her height. She sought to touch its head with another gentle stroke. "All I'm saying is it knows nothing but hunger and greed. What if I taught him to be a person? Everything is part of life, just because we don't understand his real nature, how can we treat him awfully?"
Him? Kaname scoffed.
"There have been purebloods possessed and ruined by the likes," He implied unfavorably, "It can't be alone with you. It will relentlessly try to eat you."
Yuki noted his abhorrent stare, "But there's lots to teach him."
The No-creature unsheathed long black ropes to gather the sheet of paper and held it above its head. "Yo-you have honored me with a gift," Eyes rippling with silver cadence blinked woefully toward Yuki, "Mm-mistress—No one has ever given No-creature an item. This gift is the mark of my new life." It pressed the paper to its orifice and swallowed the sheet entirely.
GULP
Interesting, Kaname tidily folded his arms across his chest. "I have a theory, it swallows anything you provide it, let me give it my venom."
Yuki knew Kaname was not known for his temperament. Once a pureblood failed to leave a solid impression on him, it was the end for him or her in Kaname's book.
The No-creature bowed toward Yuki. "Mistress."
"I wonder about that," Yuki mumbled, tapping her bottom lip before grinning at the black slime, "You have no form and identity. Stick with me, I can show you some nice things." She pulled a brush from the pouch of her dress and set the object in its sprawled ropy tendons. "First, you will learn to read and write. I'm going to make a decent person out of you."
The No-creature's eyes widened increasingly, tearing. "Mistress, you have bestowed me with another gift. It is the first time in my existence I have been honored two times."
"It's not free," Yuki waved her hands, chuckling, "There are lots of things than hunger and greed, you don't know yet. You need to strengthen your disposition and bearing, it will take time."
The quietest growl rumbled from over her shoulder. At a neat distance fueled by dissatisfaction, Kaname snarled without moving his lips, "…Luring it with nice words won't divert its nature…"
"I know that," Yuki may have deserved the chastisement, but she would not be deposed so easily, "I will teach you, No-creature."
It beadily gaped at the brush in the cradle of its string-long arms. "Will it fill my hunger?"
Kaname cocked his head at the remark. His gaze trailed from Yuki's profile and settled fiercely on the liquid drooling shadow of no name and face. "You are a void, nothing can fulfill or sustain you. Regardless of how many purebloods you consume and possess, you will never tire of hunger," Kaname looked at Yuki, the torturous crimson irises mellowing on calm gentleness, "These things are particularly sneaky, it will trick you. If something happens to you, how will the dimension recompense me?"
Yuki did not make a remark. Silence stalled, sealed by the sudden gust of wind. It could be that she did not think on such straits, and the idea of being taken from Kaname never occurred to her. The dimension, specifically for them, was a place to live free of death and ill affairs compared to the rest of the purebloods. The Imperial Lord scoped the eleven layers and green mirrors to define the lustrous carpet for their sky castle, their five pavilions, not including the villa in the Imperial Lord's palace to live at leisure. He kept distinct vigilance over the two, not out of fear, but because he rejoiced in their finer tendencies than what was common and custom within purebloods. Death could not separate Kaname from Yuki and vice-versa, but the unusual law of the dimension was not terminal doom, if anything disastrous happened to her or to Kaname, it would have to be eternal.
She motioned to the No-creature by the finger to follow, brushing past Kaname all the while, silent. Her eyes steady in deep thought, and her even steps agile across the scattered leaves. Kaname watched her trail off with the slime slipping across the floor like a snake.
"You'll learn to walk," Yuki glared over her shoulder at the shadow, "You will grow to wear clothes and learn etiquette. You know Kaname and I are dear to the Imperial Lord. If I find you hurting a pureblood, I will have the Imperial Lord punish you."
The No-creature froze, before acknowledging the depth of her meaning. It did not want to test the wrath of the great Imperial Lord of the Worlds. They were revered for a reason. The Imperial Lord loved them to the degree of ranking them higher than every pureblood in the dimension, doing away with a small thing like the No-creature was no big deal.
Kaname listened speculatively, without movement as Yuki raised her beauteous red eyes toward his. She beamed at him, "Don't trouble yourself with sad ideas, Kaname. We were made together, then isn't it reasonable we'll die together?"
He contemplated the statement, half pleased and eased at the possibility of not living eternally alone. Three thousand years free of Yuki was arduous enough, and he still had to learn where she went, and why did she not return to him sooner? He wanted to question her multiple times and force her to answer. Her silence was discerning, very purposeful and mysterious. He was not used to it yet. He liked hearing her pitter-patter about unnecessary unimportant humans and unconventional lores. They were just above 20,000 years old, young fledglings, unbound from strict rules, completely free to do as they pleased. And, Kaname had spent tirelessly searching for her for the last three thousand years, but she didn't appear fazed to see him, and he wanted to know why? It bothered him deeply. He wanted to prod, pick her up and take her to a place where she couldn't flee. He had so much to say, so much to express and show. All she did was smile, pure and sweet, her alabaster skin glowing in the light with the smell of roses straining the wind.
He stared at a stranger with Yuki's face. Something had happened, which she could not reveal to him just yet. He grew even more troubled. However, Kaname did not push to inquire, instead, he followed the No-creature and Yuki out of the nine wilderness to their villa. Their home instantly became peaceful again due to her return. But, Yuki would not disclose or hint where she had gone. Could she had taken illness that he was not aware about? Did most pureblood females become mysteriously silent all of a sudden? He could not be too sure. The pureblood females of the dimension were, strictly speaking, annoying. They snickered, followed him like an aimless train, squealed at him to accept their gifts all the while gaping hungrily. To accept their gifts of ornaments, scents, flowers and blood wine meant he was interested in associating intimately. The projection was noteworthy and well-tolerated, even recommended by the Imperial Lord. But, Kaname's mind and heart was in an inimitable knot. Looking at the pretty purebloods running after him around the halls of his pavilion was enough to make the ordeal of asking them about female behavior unappealing.
o o o
The Imperial Lord regarded the black blob crouched on the floor. He was in a stump. For one, he figured he'd provided justifiable cause for Kaname to pursue his feelings. If it did not bode well for him, then he could find another or five other female purebloods to unburden his heart. He could not understand why Kaname — solid, perfect and masculine — was difficult to satiate. Little Dark was beautifully wild and innocent, unafraid of her feelings. She loved Kaname in ways the latter pureblood was incapable of understanding. The Imperial Lord pursed his lips, staring, as Kaname's locks of hair disheveled from bowing. Kaname did not lack understanding feelings. He had given Kaname beacons and geysers of power and knowledge about the pureblood body and the difference between female and male. Yet, he remained gruesomely bewildered. He had heard about Yuki's return, and he knew how animatedly Kaname learned to navigate and sense wherever Yuki went right from where he knelt, without lifting a finger or batting an eye. It hadn't taken Kaname long to master the skill, actually. The Imperial Lord wanted to help and ease him, though, even a little.
"Have you told her how you feel?" He asked Little Light, whom he loved very much.
"I feel a mixture of frustration and confusion," Kaname had replied, lifting his head finally, his gaze filled with lustrous fire, smoke kneaded his words, "She is indifferent to me."
It was not possible, the Imperial Lord knew all secrets, but Kaname did not know that. He was overwhelmed by desire, as well as, the need to consume Yuki. Innocent and nerve-racking for the youth, he did not want to send her on another run again. The former episode left him in a state where 'evil' sounded awfully nice. Purebloods did not resort to reconsider theirs or other's feelings. They did not hesitate or pretend to comfort others. Their pride did not allow them to soften and be vulnerable around others. In the case of Kaname and Yuki, the Imperial Lord judged their affections, infatuation, lust and desire and ultimate regard and care for each other remained utterly unconditional. It was a fact, but Kaname refused to see this and force his feelings on his counterpart.
It won't be forced if it is mutual.
Yet Kaname feared she did not reciprocate his feelings because she had changed after traveling for three thousand years alone.
The nature of the sexes tended to be complex, but it would bear no difficulty for Little Light and Dark. The Imperial Lord stared hard at the pureblood. "Take her to the sky castle. I will bring the eleven layers and rainbows to you. You won't be disturbed." He promised.
Kaname did not object to the order, he merely stared at the marble floor, unblinkingly. "I might overtax her."
The Imperial Lord melted into a mischievous smile. "Little Dark does not leave an impression of docility and demure. No other female can delight your heart but she. No other male can sustain her waters, but you can." He waved his right sleeve and a gold table materialized next to Kaname.
A jeweled vase, fixed in crystals with gold-leaf butterflies on the handles awaited. Kaname smelled the sweet dew of blood wine among other potent ingredients within the bottom of the glass vase.
"My gift to you." The Imperial Lord smiled wider than the horizon crusted by rainbows outside of the hall.
Kaname steadily inclined to his full height and accepted the vase swirling with blood wine, partly wondering whether seeking counsel from the Imperial Lord made him look foolish. He did not know how to convey what he felt. He just felt what he felt. Yuki was clearly more intuitive and affectionate, the department was not foreign to her. Yet he could not bother her with questions about how to romance her— the idea sounded coarse and unromantic. He wanted to win her, not repel her. At 20,000 years Kaname needed the best consultant, and whom better than the creator that molded and poured them into the dimension? Kaname thanked the Imperial Lord and strolled out of the palace.
The wind dipped and swayed, flicking jet black locks of hair from his deep-set crimson eyes. He could smell Yuki, she was not at their villa. She had gone farther than he would have liked her to go, but he was not in the mood to complain. Kaname swerved into mineral matter, forming into bats, imbuing a black cloud. Fusing through the gusty wind, he soared over the shifting mountains and the violet ocean, past the nine wilderness and bridges. He sensed Yuki near the edge of the dimension, closer to the tenth layer but indispensably farther from the eleventh, where Old Man Sky resided. He landed soundlessly next to the silver river, the bank trekked by white silhouettes.
Yuki stood composedly, vigilant of the slender slopes of light, bending in the silver river, sobbing. She stood directly across the group, unable to look away, mute, the signs of dismay fresh on her furrowed brows and tear-trimmed eyes. Behind her the wind tussled her hair, causing her to blink alertly. She could sense him, smell him before he materialized.
"You are very far from home." Kaname whispered over her head. A long arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her against him firmly.
Yuki tipped her head back, against his chest, to find him peeking intimately down into her face. "Kaname, how are you here?" She asked incredulously.
Thump thump, thump thump.
"I can't come to you if I want?"
"I'm surprised you're not taking a snooze by the lake."
In the recesses of his mind, he admitted to deserving the snap. There was a high chance in the last 20,000 years he did not follow or mind where she went and with whom. He did not elaborate on her curiosities and preferences, either. He did not pay her much attention compared to the attention she endowed on him. He reciprocated her gestures, a measure of polite concessions, but she was the type of person to pour her entire heart and soul into things. She deserved better. Kaname quickly revised his programming by returning her every which favor he recalled. The sanctions in menial things made her more endearing and lovely, he realized. She became a vortex in his brain, a luminescent thread winding into important details of his life, specifically how he perceived life. Would Yuki like this book? She must not like napping by the lake, or he wouldn't sleep alone. He could not stop thinking about her and spent his time wondering when she'd flutter back from her trips to coil into a wrinkle on the bridge of his nose. She used to throw herself on him and squeeze his ribs until he could not breathe, but those reactions had grown sparse. Kaname frowned, gloomily.
What changed and caused her to become distant? He allocated a series of theories. One being she did not find him appealing anymore, and she was bored of his taciturn engagement. Well past the worrying stage, Kaname anticipated turning her heart around. He was not sure how he would take it if she rejected his plan. He would have to keep quiet until he irrepressibly grasped her heart.
"I was missing you." Kaname simply stated. Her reaction made him tense.
Yuki gaped, crimson pools widening incrementally with each breath thrusting into her parted red lips. A nuance of warmth huddled suddenly on her cheeks, creating a formal blush that matched the color of her gorgeous eyes. She was striking to look at, he purred absently. Rumbling dark hair fell thoroughly and heavily down the small of her back, stopping near the tailbone. Her pale skin had the perfect indentions from bones and muscle, she was petite, fitting perfectly below his chest and in his arms. Their features were similar, but Yuki had larger eyes and fuller lips than he did. She wasn't modest, her expressions were discernible, which left him thinking twice over his conditions based on her verbiages.
"Are you drunk?" Yuki wondered.
Kaname did not move and blinked, his lashes bouncing diligently from the motion. "I made arrangements that can suffice the assumption. I'm here to take you with me."
Yuki turned back around to eye the river bank some more. He silently followed her gaze. Multitudes of radiant figures tumbled into the silver water. As much as he wanted to understand the bizarre ritual, Kaname could not. He was content with their share of exquisite peace and abundant blood. Across the river were figures he hadn't known to exist. They were not only glowing, but had wings, extending farther than the length of the river, dark eyed. He could not detect blood-lust instinct and decided they were not part of the dimension. Kaname queried another glance below at Yuki. She fell deeper against the firm wall of his chest, sighing from the heat of their skin, but her sad gaze lamented upon the figures for reasons he did not know. Why was she always fascinated by things that did not matter to them?
"It's easy for us to go anywhere we want," Yuki murmured, "We force our will on others and do not comprehend the extent of our actions."
Kaname tightened the arm around her waist to signify he was listening.
"We're the enemies." Yuki nodded her head as a gesture toward the silver river, "Angels come and cry here."
Kaname's lips twisted at the bizarre pilgrimage of other dimensional creatures.
"Not long ago, I thought they were weird too," Yuki smirked sadly, "They're crying for the humans who were turned into vampires against their will. The valley used to be barren, now it's flooded."
"Fortunately we don't have humans in the dimension," Kaname replied calmly, "The trials of their world are consequences of their actions, already set in motion. We can't change what happened."
"But, they blame us," Yuki furrowed her brows, watching a row of angels skyrocket out of the layer back to their own realm. "In their eyes we're demons ruining humans."
"Purebloods are easily savages, no need to pretend we are not, but we're not the ones torturing and turning humans as an act of domination." Kaname paused and lifted a brow. "Is this where you've been for the last three thousand years?" The edge of the tenth layer was difficult to reach for most purebloods. The Old Man Sky could not see due to the searing silver reflection of the river.
Yuki pushed his arm to peel out of the warmth of his chest and stood tall. "I've spent my life living through your eyes, Kaname. I rejoiced whatever you liked. I kept trying to please you only."
Kaname brushed his palm down the back of her head, his fingers slipped between the thick strands of dark hair on her back. "You succeeded too well. Now, I can't live without you."
Her mouth fell open in the familiar fashion for the second time. She twisted her neck to the left to inquire, "How much did you have to drink?"
Kaname dropped the hand from the strands of hair, he stopped to meet her curiously lit eyes.
I tell her right now, she will be indisposed.
He relieved a sigh under his breath, tensed but clear-headed. His expression remained immutably calm, both dark brows drawn wide, unmeshed by nervousness. Any alternate fear sneaking into his mind unknotted and frizzled. It had be done. He could not stand skirting around, hiding what he felt, what he knew, what he wanted, and what he needed. No one else would do. In three thousand years he'd missed her madly. She didn't run into his arms like he was used to, let alone convey that she missed him once. Maybe she picked up a lover somewhere. Regardless if she had found one, he would never —ever, ever ever—make it simple for them. Kaname unclenched his jaw before he glided steadily over to her, one long step after another. Reaching down behind her legs, he swept her up in his arms in a fluid motion and rippled into a cluster of red-eyed bats.
Yuki winced from the blistering cold wind, stripping her composure and sending sparks of blinding shock through her body. She gaped at the bats latching into her clothes, some fluttering animatedly around her hair, lifting the strands like delicate black lace.
"Kaname!" Yuki shouted against the thrusting wind. The bats propelled higher and higher from the tenth layer and beyond the eleventh layer. "What is the meaning of this?" She shrieked.
Another horizon flashed, a prism of lavender and white, signaling their surpassing the fifteenth layer. Purebloods did not risk going higher than the eleventh. Old Many Sky was the single 100,000 year old pureblood with the stamina to live above the dimension. Hot ice slathered Yuki, minced in the decadence of blue light. A gaseous white form marbleized directly above her, the wintry sensation twisted goosebumps across her skin. She began shivering, only for what seemed to be a second, as the bats traversed the white thicket. Birds carrying moonstones weaved in melodic circles. Their wings gently sweeping in wide flaps. Shifting rocks imbued with white water falls littered, before taller mountains and forests floated into her sight. Her heart skipped a beat. The wind did not twist and buffer the floating forests. White geysers of water pedaled down into the white thicket below, the cause of hot ice in the nineteenth layer.
She stopped struggling. The region was vaguely familiar. She and Kaname had visited when they were a thousand years old. As mere little children, the twentieth layer was magnificent than the whole dimension. The highest plateau of the pureblood kind, the crystal sky castle shimmered in the luster of the surrounding pearl white waterfalls. There was no light, the layer was entrenched by massive rock formations bristling with animals. The sturdy mountains were filled with caves, perfect for wolves. The moonstone-carrying birds were the size of peacocks, their trails painted in amber, blue, red and white shades. Untouched in the last nineteen thousand years, the crystal exterior of the sky castle looked cold, almost foreboding incomers.
The bats unlatched from her clothes. Yuki gasped, dipping down several meters. Kaname scooped her and hugged her to his chest. "Don't you trust me?" He whispered against the shell of her ear.
"I trust you." Yuki looped her arms around his wide shoulders and tipped her head back to scan his profile, grumbling heatedly, "You could've warned me before hauling me up here."
"You'd ask too many questions."
"Only a decent amount."
"I thought for the two of us, you need to be with me."
"What I need is not to be hauled ten layers out of the dimension." She chided. "Put me down right there—" Yuki pointed a claw toward a glistening terrace, one of hundreds.
Kaname resisted by tightening his arms around her, drawing her intimately against him. "You seem perfectly comfortable right here."
Yuki twisted her head back at him. The line of her mouth contorted out of annoyance, "If you don't put me down softly, I will cut your arm off."
She could be hot-tempered when she wanted. He was inclined to test just how hot-tempered she would get were he to continue teasing. She might hit him, not to a damaging degree. If he happened upon injuries, she'd moan in guilt and fumble over him worriedly for a hundred years. That was not such a bad idea: Yuki fawning over him. A wry wolfish grin hooked the corners of his mouth, singeing the impassive mask of his countenance.
"So be it, you can have my arm." Kaname countered.
Yuki kicked her legs, deeply flustered. "I don't want your arm."
"My arm can hold you stealthily for years. If not my arm, how about my heart?"
"I don't want your—" The irritation smearing her face waned. Shock radiated her frame in silent tremors.
She peered at Kaname in part stupefaction and impatience. Playing with words was not his cup of tea. It was not like Kaname to jest and jostle, let alone compress her suggestively to his person, even though, they drank blood from each other. They were closer than purebloods construed. Often times there was no room for individual boundaries. Kaname had given her his powers and she'd given him her powers. Drinking blood was acceptable. She'd also taken a good glimpse into his heart. In their youth, it was fine to do so. However once they transformed into fledging vampires, she contained the habit to pry into his innermost secretive whispers and desires and honored his reserved demeanor. She never asked how he felt. Yuki stared at how comfortably her arms lapped around his neck, free of distress. He had to be joking.
Right?
Kaname landed in front of the gates of the sky castle. He caught her contemplatively nibbling her bottom lip, sizing him from beneath her lashes. "You don't want my heart?"
She did not know how not to love him. He was her everything. She could never lie about her feelings. "What would I do with it?" Yuki pouted.
"Anything, I kept you in it for thousands of years."
She shifted in his arms by moving her legs insistently, "Put me down."
Kaname placed Yuki on her feet in front of the gate.
Thump thump, thump thump.
"While I was gone, you learned to flirt," She remarked, "I won't take your heart. You're a popular pureblood. The Imperial Lord fashioned hundreds of sexy purebloods for you, why are you pestering me?"
Kaname regarded the commodious castle glowing from the colors of the floating mountains and forests and the white waterfalls. The crystal windows and doors shimmered in the passing of moonstone-carrying birds. There was no structure like it in the dimension. Purebloods had heard about the sky castle, however, they did not have the stamina to reach it. Murals were created to depict its unnatural beauty. The layer was independent of the nineteenth others. It was created on its own reason with creatures and forestry from that reason. It did not share the rainbows or the light of the dimension. Kaname ruminated on the complex exterior, behemoth and intricate, than the moving mountains of the nine wilderness. White stairs rippled up and up, like streaming water, toward the silver vine network curating a gold door. The place was created specifically for Kaname and Yuki. Their pureblood powers was could harness the sky castle to its glory. Hundreds of terraces winked from above. Their imprint was in the foundation and in the very walls of the castle. He was the only one who could manage the temperature to sustain the forests and waterfalls. The darkness was also an act in honor of Yuki, Little Dark, the courage that lightened the dark.
"I came to life with you, I want to die with you," Kaname reasoned, secretly hoping to change her mind. She had known her whole life but still needed to hear it — from him. "The sky castle lies on the highest level. He built it for us. We're the only purebloods who can come here. Your powers light the place. Would it make sense to bring another female who can't understand its significance?"
Recognizing the owners, the gates opened promptly. The stairs rose to touch his feet, he lingered at the door, querying Yuki with a glance over the shoulder.
She wrestled within herself. He never revealed samples of his personal impressions. Usually Kaname hummed and nodded broodily in silence, brooking no argument. He preferred the silence that calmed one's soul and was best left alone, mostly to snooze. Yuki had grown used to it. What she was not used to was how he looked at her—like she was instantaneously precious and needed to be guarded. She gulped, noisily. Her heart continued hammering and rattling unnecessarily from his waiting stare. Why was he particular about bringing her to the sky castle? Why was he open to sharing how he felt?
Could he be ill?
Yuki tilted her head, considering his stature as he turned around to open the door. He looked physically able. Her eyes glued to his back. She weighed the idea by politely sniffing the air. Her nose tickled from the cold. She did not smell sickness on him. His blood ran immaculately in the fibers of his body, and he did not appear short of breath from carrying her to the twentieth layer. It did not necessary have to be a physical conundrum, perhaps he suffered from emotional qualms and required a compassionate shoulder to calm his…whatever it was disturbing him. Yuki didn't have issues with the notion. She was, indeed, a better advisor and apt listener than Kaname. As he held the door open patiently and searched for her to make her move, Yuki gave herself a mental nod of approval on the self-elected assignment before mindfully ascending the stairs and entering the foyer. The door slammed thunderously behind her heel. Mute tremors weaved over her, unconsciously she jumped and checked around to find him locking the chains.
His long lashes sweepingly fluctuated, Kaname glanced at her out of the corner of his crimson eye. "Your turn."
She blanked, following him carefully with her eyes. He slowed gracefully on her left. The catwalk was nice to watch, but he carried a furiously intimidating vibe in the dark, a wolf stalking its prey. She was never afraid of Kaname, but a sense doubt of wiggled inside her belly. Not many risked approaching him for the reason. She recalled being the subject of horrified stares just for dangling around his neck when they were children. Yes, little as Kaname was, as a child he was scary to a lot of purebloods. She supposed purebloods had the right to question why she dared to stay close to him, he wasn't exactly a model of warmth. But he was her Kaname, and she grew up ridiculously happy about it.
My Kaname.
A smile tickled across Yuki's blank expression, spurring a blush in its wake.
He bent down to peer at her closely. "Did you want us to remain in the dark?" His red eyes were glowing and the rest of him was tucked in a haze of silver shadow.
Despite the dark, Yuki could map his complete face. A studious heat stirred through her body, burning the back of her throat, exciting her blood throughout, tingling Yuki from the inside-out.
Why do you have to be so damn beautiful?
Yuki sighed and forced her eyes close. Right so, she needed to focus. The sky castle was devoid of luminescence and waited for its master's command. She concentrated on her breathing, determined to plug out the darkness in a matter of seconds. A warm thumb chased around her lips, heat bubbled inside her belly, again. Her legs threatened to give away. She furrowed her brows, without opening her eyes, she pouted as he stopped on her cupid's bow.
"We can stay in the dark, if you want," Kaname offered.
Finally she opened her eyes to him basking into her face. She was a little used to these exchanges. He was significantly gentle and caring in private. Her heart giddily quivered from his continuous circling on her lips. What if he pulled away too quickly and she lost her footing? It felt amazing. She did not want it to stop, but she also did not want to over-think. It didn't mean anything. They weren't children and outgrew habits which were far more intimate than his caressing her lips. Being close in the dark made her very self-conscious about her why her heart was racing and screaming when she couldn't even move, and why every nerve in her body tingled. His brisk, cool scent—Oh—It was overpowering in the dark.
Why are you so damn distracting?
Still furrowing her brows at Kaname, Yuki snapped her fingers. Luminous gold butterflies flooded the room, trillions engulfed outside, swirling and twisting within invisible strings. The light butterflies glittered, showering the foyer in gold, hundreds winded between Kaname and Yuki, and another thousand touched the high crystal ceiling.
Yuki breathed in relief. She did not know if she could handle being alone with Kaname in the dark. He was mesmerizing, red-eyed and hot-blooded. Seeing him under gold lighting calmed her aching heart, a bit. She needed to control herself. They were definitely not children, certain behaviors were unacceptable between growing female and male purebloods. He was beautiful, close, warm and gentle. If she overwhelmed herself with foolish ideas, she would resent their closeness. Shouldn't he also know better? He didn't think about her too much or necessarily conveyed what he thought of her. They were merely lucky to be born together. Sadness clawed her heart, constricting her breathing. She shivered in consequential pain, hot tears pooled in her eyes. Why did that hurt her? She was happy to be connected to Kaname. She loved him; he was her world, everything in her world.
Instinctively Kaname brushed a hot tear out of her left eye. Gold butterflies coiled around her dark hair and settled like glitter on her shoulders. Did summoning the light butterflies weaken her? His hand lowered against her throat, guided by the call of her pulse. After an assessment, he judged she had not weakened, her powers were stable, and she was not in need of blood. He tugged Yuki against him anyway, brushing the back of her head to quell whatever it was that caused her to tear up.
She rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his booming heart intently. "Why did you bring us here?" Yuki was compelled to ask.
Kaname tightened an arm around her. He thought over an answer as his fingers moved through her fine, black sheets of hair. Something according to, 'I wanted to be with you alone' or 'I need to tell you something' or 'I want to make you mine' sounded justifiable for the trip, in his mind at least. Though they parted the veil into the dimension, shared homes and blood, she had different ideas in her head. What she found satisfying were, at times, an unnecessary exertion to Kaname. What he found decent rendered very dull in her innocent heart. He did not blame her. She was a butterfly requiring the nectar of adventure and love. Despite his dismissiveness, she continued doting and being wonderful to him. As long as she was around, Kaname could tolerate anything. He needed her solely, no one else. The streams of thoughts caused a lump in his throat. He considered the indicatives, that were never implied before another person, and it left Kaname mildly frustrated, but he was certain of what he wanted, and she was in his arms right now. He didn't culture a plan other than to make a confession. The place was recommended by the Imperial Lord where she could keep her mind off distractions and focus on him.
"You left for three thousand years, I want to make sure of things." Kaname whispered, smelling the rose perfume in her hair, allowing the scent to relax his eyes shut.
"What things?" Yuki was perfectly fine to prod.
Kaname inspected the tendrils webbed around his fingers. And, he was perfectly fine to attend to her prodding. "Things I hid from you."
Her response was strained between pushing away and staying put. She frowned and let his heart continue a pulsating massage to her right temple. They hadn't seen each other for a while. She didn't mind explaining about her journey if he cared to postulate where she went and why. Based on past experience, she did not hold her breathe and anticipate such inquiries. However if Kaname provoked trouble in her absence with another pureblood, he would definitely have to explain. He was bolder with strength that could petition him to the ranks of the Imperial Lord's guard. Kaname attracted mountainous attention, predominantly of the female kind. Yuki came upon hundreds of gift items stock piled on the porch of their villa. Love letters, personal ornaments, attires, flowers, blood samples, including hair and stalking shadow spies. The possibility of his becoming intimate with females was indisputable. She had witnessed the Imperial Lord summon Kaname to request him to indulge in relationships. A white later, the Imperial Lord summoned her, of course, to quell her rage by stipulating the importance of starting relationships and bearing children. Creator, lord or whatnot, she did not hold back and screeched. Needless to say, toward the end of the conversation, the Imperial Lord looked gray-faced, massaging his throbbing temples.
The bumping of Kaname's pounding heart failed to coax her mind to relax. She removed herself from his arms, unhooking his grip forcefully. She would not lose her composure. If Kaname found a mate, she would do the right thing and kick her heart to the curb. A fringe of pressure drilled into her chest, she clenched her teeth to deflect the pain internally. She would not succumb to tears—yet. She would nod her nods with his, smile her smiles with his, before she'd ever reveal the broken shards of her heart.
I will chuck it in the violet ocean.
Yes, that would be good. She wouldn't have to bear the pain. Her broken heart would burn in the violet ocean, forever irretrievable. With the plan squared away, Yuki readily looked up at Kaname.
"You don't need to tell me. I will support you. During the three thousand years I was gone, you must've found a mate. I'm not surprised. You're a grown up and have to uphold masculine principles. Eventually I will have to maintain principles reserved to me. We can't act like children forever."
Coming to life together did not signify staying alive and sharing a life together. As she said these words, her heart twisted and burned, wringing with fear and a strange sense of loss. She would be understanding and kind, cast her selfishness aside. She loved Kaname. His happiness expanded her own happiness. Yuki practiced a smile and walked around him.
Kaname reeled from what he was hearing. Mate? He practically did not stop hunting the dimension for Yuki for three thousand years. When did he have time to find a mate? He scowled at the spurs of gold light butterflies. The amber colors flickered against the corners of his eyes, fingering the yawning blankness inside his brain. He had not once ceased thinking about Yuki. How he missed her laughter, her odd stories, and the sportive manner of hers saddling his nose in her butterfly form. A thought dawned on Kaname, like a massive boulder draining his mental muscle. Could Yuki have perceived it to be true and decided not to be found for three thousand years? Was that why she became distant? Did she leave because he philandered with purebloods? A hefty claim, it was. One which Kaname could not appease, nor could he morph an interest in the criteria. There was a dubious amalgamation of females pursuing him. They twittered and made eyes wherever he went. And, Kaname went, in fact, to look for his butterfly. He found the women rather foolish and determined quickly he did not have that kind of patience at his disposal.
He had to set things straight. Before he pieced a course of action, he could not smell Yuki in the foyer anymore. Kaname searched the teeming circus of gold light butterflies swirling the area, their master was no where to be seen. Barely over the cusp of womanhood, carefree and selfless, she had an innocent heart. Being the strongest female pureblood, she had to maintain her dignity. Kaname found her sequestered in one of the various bedrooms of the castle. The locked doors were no hassle. The crystal wall depleted the instant he approached. Kaname entered the suite to find Yuki sleeping on a furry black blanket. He recalled she rarely slept alone, heralding a fastidious show before worming into his arms, clamoring she couldn't sleep without him. The realization that such an incident took place made his eyes water. Time had doomed them. 10,000 years ago she had no problem advertising her affection. Shortly after Seiren counseled them not to share a bed. Kaname walked over to her curled form, petite and vulnerable, in the middle of the bed.
o o o
Consciousness coalesced, like a hot rope tugging her out of a dense fog. In the vague darkness, she turned over and smiled wide.
I smell Kaname.
"Mmm," Her throat vibrated from the hazy purr.
Heat embossed her so warmly that she pulled her arm out to seek the cool surface of the bedspread. Her lips twinged downward. Not the cold underside of sheets, but the rummaging of firmly built shoulders, followed by a collection of buttons, hot skin and muscle. In the obscurity of her mind, a niggling realization twinkled, like an absent cold water bead rolling down her back, she shivered awake and opened her eyes.
No wonder I slept so well.
Gingerly Yuki craned her neck to spy on the astounding form wrapped around her like a blanket. He was twice as tall as she, but he was not heavy built, which was a blessing on her petite frame. She was not suffocated and oppressed, instead, she felt better than refreshed. It was no surprise that would be the case. Yuki extracted out of the neatly draped long arm to sneak out of the bed. Her heart screamed nervously, heat dotted her cheeks. She loomed next to the bed thoughtfully, scanning his disheveled clothes and hair. The Imperial Lord was at fault here. He made Kaname exquisitely perfect, tussled hair and wrinkled clothes added to his attraction, weirdly. There was no fault and error in the pureblood, female purebloods couldn't resist falling in love. Better than kicking herself, she ought to practice restraint than ogle his sleeping face. Yuki chose the wise road and turned to walk away.
Kaname sensed her retreat. He scoped a long arm to snare Yuki around the waist and pulled her to the bed. Yuki gasped on the bouncing mattress. He dedicatedly tucked her legs between his, pinning her properly, but if she knew better, which she did, the cunning pureblood was preventing her escape. Kaname burrowed into her neck, sighing groggily as he listened to the harmonizing hymn of beckoning blood. Yuki gaped at the gold butterflies pulsating mutely across the air, partly stunned that despite her efforts she was back where it all began, in his arms. She turned her neck, feeling his nose and mouth brush against her carotid pulse and cautiously stopped.
"Seiren advised we shouldn't sleep next to each other," Yuki tried to reason against the tide of excitement from his proximate warmth, as well as, the impeccable collection of muscle curling around her.
"Seiren is not here." Kaname mumbled against her skin. It would be too peculiar to say he missed sleeping, and it was peculiar he didn't feel the desire to sleep for three thousand years. It was very peculiar he wanted to drown out the memory of her absence by pressing her tightly in his arms as a reminder of how she was missed, if she would only listen.
Blurring relief seized her, her vision wavered on the gold butterflies. He felt so good. So good, luminescent dots winked in the back of her mind, instilling memories of falling asleep in his arms where he'd compliantly tug her until she was dead to the world. They used to be innocent, but the scent of growth was stark, seething in her bloodstreams like a constantly lit candle wick. Her wildly beating heart roared against her ears. Certain he could detect it, she wrestled with an insignificant twitch in her spine. His fingers glided past her right knee, turning inside of her thigh.
"Try to run and I will bite you." Kaname warned, the heat of his breath sugarcoated her pulse.
Her belly fluttered. Nonetheless, she craned her neck, to assert her sense of control, "Is that a threat?"
"Usually my bites arouse you," Kaname notified, "Now that you mention it, it would be interesting to see how you fare under a threat."
"I am as strong as you are. You fed me a lot of blood, remember?"
"Oh, I remember," Kaname nuzzled her neck, "You'd cling to me, asking for more. Strange why you don't do that anymore."
Yuki focused on the softness of the blanket beneath her cheek, anything to divert her attention from the heat of Kaname's lips. How could he not know it felt insanely good? Biting a pureblood was a pleasurable treaty. His hot tongue glided slowly to her collarbone, festering smooth wet desire in its trail. Heat singed in her glossy eyes, her mouth hung agape quiveringly.
Ugh.
He was devastatingly incredible with his mouth. Each time he drank from her neck, hands, or the time she scraped her thigh in the nine wilderness, Kaname tended to the stream of blood for an immeasurably pleasurable period of time. She made no resistance in the affair, loving each second of it. He was exceptionally unguarded with his tongue and fangs. The perfect amount of pressure fizzled her mind to screeching white, until she saw spots, and her legs couldn't sustain her. Kaname carried her back to the villa to finish the excitable journey up her thigh. In that moment, innocently discovering her reactions, Yuki realized how intricately fascinating and untamed feeding had become. They had tapped into a strange development unconsciously. He could always smell her pleasure as he bit her, memorizing how she clenched her eyes and gripped his clothes, his fangs dug through muscle, closing on the vein to swallow the freshest, sweetest taste that was purely Yuki. He didn't have to taste another pureblood to know it was the only blood he ever wanted. It portended well for the both of them that his bite was her weakness. Kaname was fine harnessing this secret, but worry gnawed him for centuries at her refusal to ask him for more blood. Why did she stop?
Why?
The answer was tricky, and the answer was not tricky. The answer defined the laws between male and female, blurring out peculiar prints about their specific dominion. They were not family, per se, since they were not blood related, and they were not siblings who shared a womb. The immaterial plane where pureblood souls gathered was a battlefield. Power consumed power until the most powerful remained in wait for the Imperial Lord to flesh it into a wisp. He had such ability to conform the violent pureblood soul into the size of a small orb and allowed it to wait another thousand years before he chose it to be born. There were times he did not allow purebloods to be born. In their case, the Imperial Lord was vigilant for millions of years. He liked their interactions so much, protecting and feeding each other power instead of stealing, as mere wisps of life, he took them both out of the plane and let them be born together. They learned to feed blood from each other. Sometimes it refreshened their bodies and minds, however, as each pureblood aged, it had become an indulging gateway into ecstasy. The rush was heady, full of tension, and extremely sexual. Yuki couldn't pretend to be platonic around Kaname. With Seiren's guidance she learned self-restraint and understood their relationship was not one like between a male and female, although, at times Yuki questioned this. In her eyes, Kaname was an astounding masculine to be reckoned with but she could not claim him because he did not know the difference yet between what she felt and what he considered normal.
That's where it was all jumbled up. Yuki clenched her fangs and shut her eyes, wishing with her might to swallow her feelings and leave it to the abyss. She refused to fool herself by clinging to him any longer.
Kaname had been studying her while she went back, around the volatile trench of emotions. He frowned at her furrowing brows, noticing the locking of the jaw as she clenched her teeth. He was going to make her answer whether she liked it or not.
"Why did you leave for three thousand years?" He inquired, aware she could not be coaxed to respond just yet, he continued, "Did you think I wouldn't miss you?" His hand clamped on the flesh of her inner thigh, acknowledging the hot spot he explored years ago with his tongue.
Her eyes flew open sharply from the squeeze. Was it odd that she did not have the inclination to fight and run away? Was it odd that she felt incredibly at ease and comfortable lying in his arms in bed? She should fight this. The thought absently whimpered and dulled as soon as it came. His warm arms were difficult to stray from, and the heat of his breath actually soothed her. Yuki contorted her bottom lip, he was very good at making her crawl at his call. That was the problem, she gave him too much power over her, she based reflectively.
"I went to think for myself." Yuki admitted quietly.
She always spent a great deal of time bumbling around Kaname, deluding personal matters and timeframes. He was absolutely and ridiculously crucial to her life that's why, she would fight with herself. She prepared herself emotionally in case he took several lovers. Judging by the herds of females trailing around the lake, villa, or anywhere else, she concluded it would happen in no time. Pain twisted in her chest, reverberating in her breath, she wheezed under its toxic pressure. What did it matter, what were they anyway? Not family or siblings, just mere purebloods sharing a house and blood. If he so desired, he could belong to someone else.
"I saw the angels cry and stayed to learn why," She continued tiredly. Knowing there were powerful creatures, other than vampires, aching and crying made her less lonely. She tarried for another hundred years to let her emotions cool into cold dark tears when her heart barely began swearing it would not rush stubbornly into lust and love over Kaname if she ever saw him again.
All lies.
Yuki clenched her fangs, as if the mere act could muffle her screaming heart.
Kaname sat up on an elbow to peer at her. "Are you happy with what you learned?"
She did not answer directly. After a moment of contemplation, Yuki said, "I'm glad we're not in the human world."
Kaname had not been convinced by her explanations. He lingered on an unruly, unquenchable suspicion, "Are you going to leave me again?"
Yuki raised a brow before glimpsing him through her thick lashes. "I'll go wherever I want to go."
He could not exactly lock her down or force her to stay with him forever. She would suffer a great deal, and he could not bear the thought, let alone picture her in misery. "I will find you." He resolutely foretold.
She laughed in an un-laughing manner, her eyes crinkling and darkness swelling in the crimson irises, her fangs flashing, hiding rapidly behind red lips. "Kaname, you always know how to say nice things. It's part of your appeal, to sound out exactly what I want and need to hear. Must be why you're emboldened in my heart."
He was back to his fascinated and curious rumination over her cupid's bow and dragged a long finger on the supple satin skin, waiting for her lips to tingle. "Didn't you say you'd love me for the rest of my life?" He felt air pitter out of her lips since words escaped her. Kaname met her large eyes patiently. "Why, changed your mind?"
Shock notched her frame to the bed. Her small hands flattened on the bedspread. An indignant force toughened her arms and she pushed him to the side, whisking her legs free from the former pinned position. Yuki sat up on the bed, coughing against the scratching pain in the back of her throat.
" 'I'm going to love you for the rest of your life, Kaname.' "
She had iterated her love multiple times in passing, playfully or jokingly, and it had become a customary response, easily ignorable over the change of time and hormones. Yuki swayed, not expecting Kaname to remember or hold on to the silly words as a normal pureblood would.
"We were children." She explained.
He tilted his head this way and that, gaping as if she did not have a brain.
Yuki scowled, "What?"
Kaname reached over to rake his long fingers through her silk black hair. Her head tipped back from the caressing gesture, utterly relaxed, following the sturdy sweeping motion of his calming hand. "I always wondered why was it for the rest of 'my' life, not yours?"
Her face darkened from stark heat, penetrating his palm. "Why are you picking at that now?" She began to extract out of the bed, the action conducted in a disorderly flustered state. Her toe caught on to the bedsheet, fusing the sequential step to a consequential trip over her ankle.
Kaname unfurled an arm, locking around her waist and lifting her effortlessly. Really, during her times of distress he had to watch over her or she would create an insufferable mess for herself. He had grown certain of his theory the reason he came to life first was so he could make sure she would be good to follow. Kaname did away with the bedsheet and planted her on the floor.
"Thank you," She brushed down her clothes, an unconscious engagement of wiping the ordeal from memory.
Kaname laughed on the inside. His mouth slanted at her vigorous brushing of the clothes, erasing remnants of her clumsiness. She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, a dignified pureblood once again. Too difficult to condone, he'd caught her in embarrassing situations before. She was trying very hard, clearly determined to restore her image. He found her efforts excruciatingly… adorable.
"My life should be as long as yours," Kaname strolled toward the bedside table. The gold butterflies swerved out of the way, he pulled a jeweled vase and began the arrangement of pouring blood wine into cups. "Shouldn't you love me for the rest of 'your' life?"
Yuki watched the middle of his back. "In the face of love, my life is insignificant," She mumbled, her voice faint around the flaring gold butterflies lighting the castle, " 'I am going to love you for the rest of your life,' means your life is greater than mine. I live through you, my love is a ripple echoing over your life, that is my real life. For as long as you live, you will not know life without love."
Kaname had stopped pouring and turned around to listen. His expression suffused by surprised euphoria. He slowly walked a cup of blood wine to Yuki and offered it solemnly. "And you said, I spoke nice things."
Yuki accepted the cup, blinking in the shadows held by the rims. White stars and moons floated in the blood wine. She could not detect a pureblood's blood if she tried. Rainy wind, sugar fruit and blue warmth burned into her nostrils. She hadn't known blood wine to carry such elements, but she gingerly sipped it. The supple liquid settled around her gums and rolled back in her throat, leaving a sweet, nourishing aftertaste. Yuki still could not reconnect any fragrance she was familiar with back to the wine.
Then, it struck her.
The wine had transformed into the taste of cold tears.
Yuki licked her mouth, her tongue, coiling like a vine over her fangs. She stared, long and hard, at the delirium of the gold butterflies colliding between them. Visions pooled, blurring from smudges to familiar figures and faces. Kaname chose another pureblood, tossing her to eternal remorse and loneliness. The one whom she lived with and loved abandoned her for another. I am so alone. The pages of their past incinerated by time. I have no one. He had children that grew tall and strong like him. No one recalled or envisioned their father's childhood companion. No one knew her. Where had she gone off to? Where could she go but the violet ocean. She died in the fiery waters, after extracting her heart. He had no knowledge of this and lived happily while her bones mattered at the bottom of the ocean.
Blood tears rolled heavily down her cheeks. She wheezed, stirring from the incapacitating reverie to examine the trembling cup in her hand.
"This wine," Yuki hoarsely gargled in another rising tide of blood tears.
Kaname's sable gaze flickered silver, unblinking in the dense smell of Yuki's tears. His own burned at the corners of his eyes, turning the sclera pink.
She was not strong enough, Yuki concluded. She could not watch him with another female. She would die. There was her dignity, yes. She dreamt of being kind and compassionate, laughing and playing with his children, ignoring her selfish heart.
I can't… Yuki realized.
"The Imperial Lord prepared a heart clearing wine," Kaname whispered. His voice haunted by his own unacknowledged fears.
The Imperial Lord had concocted the powerful drink, but it left Yuki paralyzed and in tears. He gauged she had seen monstrosity before her, the nightmare in her heart, her worst fear was too much to handle. She was about to burst, her brows knotting, indelible pain consistently smeared her beautiful face.
"It's different," She croaked, shaking all over.
Kaname swished the wine in his mouth, a bead of blood tear curled down his cheekbone. He leaned over Yuki, pulling her lips to his, filling her mouth his share of the wine, revealing the secret in his heart. Yuki flinched from the heat of Kaname's lips. The stinging visions burned the pupils of her eyes. Dark and cold lived a fear, crested in the ventricle of his heart, and it was not about losing power and status. His fear was losing Yuki. She was surreptitiously irretrievable, gone like smoke, a blinding turn robbing everything from Kaname. He lay motionless in the middle of nowhere, dying and living. Still, there was no sign of Yuki.
She gasped, shaking out of the chilling reverie that felt like death. Kaname peered into her wide-stricken, pale face.
"So, you cannot leave me," He summarily counseled, "I will die if you did."
Her lips trembled, the corners of her eyes strained in anticipation of tears. "Kaname." Yuki keened tearfully.
Kaname removed the cup from her unstable hands lest she dropped it, breaking the facade of lies that separated them. The fear of the heart proved to be ironic and treacherous. The Imperial Lord knew what ticked their hearts and minds, Kaname thought passively and turned back around to see Yuki, excavating a trench of hidden truth in her own mind. He grabbed her around the waist, sturdily, enough to remind her she was not alone. She sniffed, looking up into his eyes. The heart clearing wine was not for the sensitive pureblood. After one met their fears, their real desire would be revealed.
Kaname cupped the blood-ribboned lines on her cheeks. "You are mine. You cannot belong to anyone else."
Yuki closed her eyes peacefully. The fear that had shaken her world a moment ago fleeted to white sparks of relief. Her heart skipped a beat. In his nightmare Kaname had tasted death, and she had died in hers. Neither one wanted to be apart. Her hands clenched the front of his shirt, the strength in her grip caused her knuckles to turn pallid. He did not want to live in her absence.
"Yuki," He carefully turned her toward him, "Don't you want to uphold your promise? According to you, your life is your love for me. My life is nothing but you. We came together, we should stay together."
Yuki replied, her eyes firmly closed, her heart free of fear, "Of course I'll love you, I always have."
"Then," He bumped his forehead against hers, "You'll be with me?"
"Are you going to entertain the female purebloods chasing you?"
"Are you going to leave me again?"
"Answer me first."
"I suspect you'll change your mind if I said no."
"I am the least fickle person ever."
Kaname had the urge to laugh in the face of the frilly pureblood, but he was enthused to hear her answer more, "I don't want anyone else but you."
Her eyes fluttered open, round innocent crimson. A tear inside her heart spruced open. No else mattered in her world either. Her hand cramped on the tangible proof the moment was not lost to obscurity, his shirt. She worried letting go would undo their exchange, and she'd find herself waking up alone in bed, kicking herself for making it up. She stiffened, her shoulders hitching up to her ears, her fangs gritting despairingly.
Kaname weighed the increasing tension she radiated. Was she having second thoughts? He raised her face up, frowning, "Don't you want to be with me?" He urgently demanded.
Her breath caught in her chest. She could not fathom her nervousness as much as his impatience. It was an experience for both, regardless. The disbelief in his eyes sharply adjusted in the searing crimson irises. Yuki bobbed her head to placate the ring of impending doubt reflecting in his stare. She had never seen Kaname remotely disturbed. He blinked, the emotion passed and his gaze returned to normal.
"I will be with ymm-" Yuki was smothered by his tight arms.
He smiled in her hair.
She leaned heavily against Kaname, questioning how to avoid being a beggar, but the induction was too late, she spent a good part of 20,000 years familiarizing with his behaviors. Now she was a beggar for his warmth. Yuki nuzzled her face on his chest, his heat easily transporting her to exalted states, which she could not express other than closing her eyes and sighing.
Kaname could not contain what he was felt. By far his quick thinking petered through his fingers, combing her shiny hair in a comforting manner while she clung to him with no intention to release him. He was beyond fine—ecstatic. Yuki hadn't attached to him, consciously, in years. She had done an outstanding job of squeezing his ribs in her sleep earlier, but he did not want to advertise the oversight and embarrass her. At least he'd successfully conveyed he wanted to be mated solely to Yuki.
"You truly want this?" He whispered.
She rubbed her face on his chest, yes.
Kaname's arms incrementally tightened.
o o o
Yuki was surprised at herself. Their choice wouldn't alter their connection a great amount, yet she held back in a cave of questions, insisting on permeance and reassurance. In the last week she resolved it was nothing worth worrying about, but she was caught in a furious net of nerves. She placed a hand on her erratic heart, swallowing a stream of cool air, expecting the butterflies to supply her with fruitful solutions. He'd gone around the sky castle, the details of the excursion lost on her due to her inner battle with self-control. Why she was nervous again? They knew each other their entire lives. She patted her heart as a means to comfort it. She loved him, really…really. Her hands resumed their unreasonable trembling. She sat down on the crystal bench connected to the terrace banister. The butterflies gleamed in hymns discernible to them. Yuki let her vision glaze behind the veil of her musing, the concentration of fear in her belly depleting in silence. She rested her arms on the banister, leaned over and closed her eyes.
Later, she woke up instinctively in search of the root cause of her awakening. The terrace stood out darkly, candled by elaborate silvery winks from the missable moon-stones the birds stowed. The wind remained cold, but not nippy enough to hide inside. The layer was incorrigible as ever, adrift from familiar change, making it hard to distinguish the passing of time. The enormous sky castle was peaceful, distant from the dimension. The Imperial Lord had placed them several levels out of reach. His reasons were ancient secrets. She yawned, stretching her arms like a drowsy feline.
"How was the nap?" Kaname morphed out of the statuesque darkness he had secretly been apart of the entire time.
Yuki rubbed her eyes clear of sleep, swiveling on the bench to take a gander of the approaching pureblood. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Softness embellished his eyes, his hair roughened from the wind, skin padded by the cold; his saturated smile imbuing extreme gentleness, ticking her heart to excitement. "You looked tired." He was not the type to force things and largely resented rude awakenings.
One of his pet-peeves.
Yuki witnessed an overwhelming degree of death stares after Seiren tore him from a nap. She glanced at the object passing between his hands.
"For you," Kaname offered her a bouquet of peonies. He had gone to the forests to retrieve them for her. "There are no roses here."
Yuki accepted the bouquet with a smile, "Kaname, you are funny," She admired the freshly cut flowers. The scent of branches and grass nicked her nose. She picked up the coldness of the forest, and the pearl white waterfalls raised them to bloom. "You left me to find flowers, I can create flowers with my blood."
"I didn't want you to exert yourself," He explained, "You are tired. A butterfly needs flowers to soak up energy. Yuki, you're funny yourself, why are you sleeping alone, you have me now."
She was unusually tired. The compressing of feelings for centuries slowly trickled in waves, and she had no methods to support the inconvenience but to nap constantly. Her eyes slithered across his patiently limned red orbs. If they had confessed sooner, she wouldn't have physical and emotional toll in the extent. She realized it did no good reflecting on the past. Kaname had heard her mewing confessions as a child, an adolescent and a fledgling, and yet somehow it had worked out. He was no expert either, but he wonderful. He had an extraordinarily enchanting appeal to his long, warm hugs, lying in his arms was heavenly and leaving them was misery. The revelation pleated a phantom worry down her legs, rattling her ankles. Growing up she couldn't sleep alone and created a nuisance of arrangements, forcing him to hide her under his blanket so she could sleep like the dead. It was a given her speciality was in putting Kaname through tough times, he had no right to stipulate claims about losing sleep, but it did distinguish, and to Yuki, as an afterthought, why the pureblood slept to make up for lost sleep by the lake.
The abject invitation to sleep in his arms again was rather ironic after forcing herself from the habit. Yuki contemplated his undauntedly warm and loving expression. "Are we ever going back home?" She suddenly wondered.
Kaname blinked at the unexpected turn of subject. He was fine chittering and chattering about taking her to bed, and the administrations bound to follow, but she was already impatient to return to the dimension where she would sleep in separate quarters and run off for another century while he'd brood over the lake of stars, agonizing why didn't she understand that he missed her unerringly. Then again, their very nature was opposite. He was light, patient, open-minded—depending on his frame of mind and the persons it pertained to—he changed the walking world with his powers. Yuki was dark, the hidden seabed, mysterious in her wisdom on things he did not tolerate. He studied her for an extended period of time, refraining from brooding, but his brows failed to retain its neat residence and furrowed in dismay.
"Never." A chill in the wind hollowly thrashed gold butterflies, Kaname responded.
"Don't be ridiculous." Yuki chided.
His brows lifted, but his gaze remained searing on her upturned face. " 'Ridiculous.' " He repeated, clearly not a fan of the word for it infringed his honor.
Kaname had formulations on keeping her close. Isn't it part of some requisite to sponsor connection with alone time? He had been grabbling at guesswork and assumed it was in due order. How did she not know this? He was baffled, honestly.
"We can't stay here forever."
"Did you forget the Imperial Lord specifically designed the sky castle for us?"
The thought was nice, sweet even, yet in the remote darkness of wispy incandesce ingraining his impeccable profile in shadow and light and pillowing white waterfalls, it did not feel like they truly belonged. "I miss home. What about the nine wilderness and No-creature, what about Seiren?"
The hell with— Kaname cleared his throat, the act polished his rummaged brows into parallel lines. "She can use the time off."
He did not expect Seiren to undergo a life-change due to their choice to be together. She would largely be disruptive, and he was averse to the ineffectiveness of gender laws and guidelines she enforced. Since their decision, Seiren would have to pedal back and be stunned. There weren't droves of pureblood couples, most were dead. The Imperial Lord didn't bind purebloods in pairs. Power was second to blood to a pureblood. Any tales of purebloods falling in love and conceptualizing was prone to a dramatic saga of who consumed whom first. It had been tested and proven prior to birth he and Yuki were not interested in exhaustive warfares and power plays. Her pout glimmered in the dark, implying her difference of opinion, and he was beginning to figure she was not taking his point and their time together seriously.
"Normally you hurry off on adventures, why miss unimportant people?"
The slight narrowing of her eyes indicated she wrestled with some feverish idea he had no choice but to weather through.
Oh no.
Kaname turned absolutely immobile, as if his still frame could cease the turning wheels in her head.
"You know," Yuki draped her arms over each other, "It's interesting a lazy pureblood like you would come up here. Could it be you don't want your surplus of girlfriends to know you're two-timing?"
"You slander me, Yuki. Are you insisting in your travels you were not lured by a pureblood?"
"So, you were lured," Yuki accusingly jumped forward, flying off the bench.
"I was not," He immaculately resisted. He had been overwhelmed to find her that any female prospect was a sketchy afterthought. "If I was 'lured' I would not be here. Your sense of urgency to return home is questionable."
She gasped, her mouth hung agape. "Mine?"
"What's the hurry or should I ask whom are you hurrying to meet?" Kaname waited, daring Yuki through the slit of his eyes.
"The law of the ranks states a powerful pureblood must be with a pureblood of equal power. What pureblood can match up to me? He would have to be older than Old Man Sky!" She cried.
Kaname curled his arms across his chest, nodding in enunciation toward her, "Lucky for you I am here." The claim tasted delicious, he almost chapped his lips in satisfaction.
"Ugh," Wringing with frustration until her eyes disappeared behind tightly clenched lids, she growled. There was none the wiser and no point in banging her head on a brick wall with this one, "Go back to your trillions of fan girls." She stormed inside, clicking the doors as a measure of snubbing him in the cold wind.
Was it odd his popularity was insignificant like the females who gave him the popularity? Kaname listened to the clicking locks, mildly amused by its purpose, the interior and exterior of the castle obeyed his command, locked door or not, and he was more than certain she was aware of the fact than the winning wolfish smirk tugging his mouth wide. Silence beckoned him to look, he turned agilely, catching Yuki climb and curl into bed.
o o o
She did not know what pulled her, but it stripped her lungs of air and sipped the final oxygenated fragrance out of her throat, setting her mouth on fire. Her eyes flared open. Tendrils of hair unbundled on her cheek and shoulder, smudging the sight of butterflies into shades of black and brown. She rested on her side for a moment longer, instilling air back into her lungs, which allowed a flood of familiar heat to pool inside of her body. He was near. His smell and his warmth blanketed over her, even though, she did not physically touch him. Yuki rolled on her back widely, mooring over the expansive suite. The silver crystals in the ceiling shimmered absently, disappearing at the end of her lashes. She glanced to her right where the commodious bed should have remained vacant, and yet was occupied by an unbelievably disheveled pureblood.
If one gauged how Kaname slept, it would seem he slept saintly, even prettily. However he did not fold his hands across his chest, patiently waiting to tour the veil between life and death. He was rumpled and unguarded. His normal disposition extracted in spite of the unconscious modus operandi to cling to the parts of him favoring normalcy. Time had reversed. She was staring at the young boy she journeyed with into life. It was like the past 15,000 years had not changed them and reticence was not forced upon her. He was comfortably safe in a prism of wonderment and deference of that wonderment. On his side, he faced her. His dark lashes curled, stretching forever, hiding the opening of eyes.
"You're falling in love with me again."
The voice stomped into her brain, Yuki blinked. Red eyes flickered pointedly at her, curtained by a thicket of lashes to feign he was fast asleep. But he had been watching her. Of course, he was, she admitted retrospectively. She did not have a cause to deny the accusation, or the will to pretend she was not affected by him thousands of years through their fledgling years, perhaps even into adulthood, she imagined. Eternity was a long time, many relationships did not last the dream. Purebloods who cared about each other grew tormented by each other's power, turning against each other. Yuki gulped, the taste of hot fear clung to the back of her throat. If there came a day he chose power over her, she would not defeat him.
Red eyes panned the unsmiling truth embossed on her delicate face. Kaname inclined on his left elbow to inspect her in the dark.
He could eat her heart to absorb her powers. There were no purebloods in the coming hundreds of years to be his equal or strong enough to contend Kaname. It would make sense that if he took anyone's power, it would be hers. Why couldn't she defeat him though? A dark thought, chained and tormented, dragged at the back of her mind. She was powerful enough and more, making her a coveted target of male purebloods, as well as, the wilderness.
Do I want to?
Yuki raised a hand, brushing the loose strands of hair from his eyes. He blinked slowly at the gesture. No, he was all hers. She could not kill him.
Finally content with the decision, she dropped her hand, closing her eyes. He could try to kill her and she would give him a tough time, as usual, until he grew weary and confined himself to a burial chamber. What a gruesome eternity—loving each other, fighting each other, and killing each other. Any match between them would be a stalemate. Kaname would precede the ordeal and enact some cunning trick to bend her to him. One should know Kaname was cunning and hard to defeat, it was part of his glory in the eyes of females. She supposed he could very well drain those fan girls of power if he chose the supreme tyrannical route. Although, the Imperial Lord would be irately disappointed and punish him, and she would feel awful watching him endure it alone. I guess, she would have to throw herself into it like an idiot, ugh.
Her eyes shot wide, as if she were suspended in air with no where to land, gasping.
How could she forget he could pick up on the conversation in her head? Yuki peeked Kaname out of the corner of the eye.
He had lifted his eyebrows, in that manner that he did not take to the totality of her scenario kindly or lightly.
"Wah!" Hurriedly she grabbed him by the shoulders, "I didn't mean it, I swear." She panicked.
He continued to close his eyes tight, brows furrowing, ignoring her mews.
"Kaname, my love for you can swallow the violet ocean! You can't be mad at me, I wasn't serious." Yuki exclaimed.
He opened dark eyes, assessing her through narrow slits.
"No one loves you like I do-"
He clenched his jaw.
"It's your fault," Desperation escalated to contention, "You can't tune into people's thoughts. You deserve what you got."
It was best to switch tactics, except she looked fidgety. Her beady red eyes wide as she panted to normalize her breathing. She could not look the part, if she tried, or he would've prolonged his ire to pester her for selfish reasons. He could not remiss an underlying fact, which she herself condoned. Anything concerning Kaname reserved Yuki unequivocal rights to lose control and out cry in rage; anything beyond did not appeal to her sentiments. The development was expected, he secretly melted how quickly bothered she became were he under distress. It could also be moral obligation making her behave erratically, but he was not in the mood to test it. He liked what he liked, and that was Yuki being affected by him, it gave him a bit of control over her and acknowledge the depth of her affection.
"Did you really suppose," Kaname rolled over her, curling his arms around her head to further restrict any attempts of escape, "I would be uncouth enough to consume you?"
Yuki had turned still, hardly breathing under him. Her eyes, the only part of her stirred in the silence. Darkness kneed below her tailbone, pulling her down in an abyss of extreme hunger, doubt, and impotence. The fibers that made a pureblood long for ultimate control and strength. He could consume her, without a doubt. Would he be able to restrain himself in the end?
"Look at me," She whispered, peering into his unblinking red eyes, "Have you never thought about consuming me?"
Kaname's eyes dropped to her mouth, he listened to the faint wisp of air she stole as her heart raced, pressed beneath his chest. "You are the only one who matters." He stated. "Drinking your blood over a lifetime is better than ending you in an instant. We gave parts of ourselves to each other before we were born. Purebloods are incapable of that. You tell me, Yuki, are we of those who can't endure eternity and will ruin each other?"
It haunted each pureblood. The need to connect was incomparable to the fear of being consumed. Her head felt like heavy lead, ladened with fog, she willed herself to shake side-to-side, no. "I thought about consuming you," Yuki confessed, "I grow sad afterward. I won't be able to see you again. What's the point of dark if there is no light?" She mumbled.
"He created you first." Kaname informed.
Her glazed eyes toured back to his face, surprised. "How do you know?"
"He told me."
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"We talk about important things than power and humans," Kaname hinted delicately. His friendship with the Imperial Lord, indeed, varied what most purebloods had with the creator. "Your soul was created first. I was an amalgamation of thirst and war. I conquered souls in the plane, but I'm sure," He sighed, suddenly weary after the long journey, "You saved me from being consumed by other purebloods there. It started with you giving me your life-force."
In the time of fluttering around Kaname's long legs, sitting on his wolf ears and nose, she was the one abiding by his plans, never leaving Kaname alone for a second. She licked her mouth, noticing his eyes blacken from the action and paused in self-reflection. They knew each other when they did not have identities, bodies and names in the immaterial plane. It was painstakingly hard to divert the pureblood into other fields of interests. He did not and would never grow to care for humans and what pertained to their world. He was not flighty and carefree. He was nostalgic and broody when pushed. Nevertheless, it was a shock to discover that in following and fluttering around Kaname, he had been the one tamed by her will. How odd that it would be like that? Tears crawled out of the corner of her eyes, running down her temples and diluting into her hair.
"I had to repay you. You indented your mark on my soul. We would not conquer each other. The Imperial Lord was impressed with us. He said, he'll put the dimension in our favor after we are born. Since then, I'm unable to be with another pureblood."
In reading hundreds of human folklores, how interesting that she would find herself in one of her own? Yuki relaxed against his moving fingers. Kaname wiped the ribbons of invisible tears from her temples and hair. Freeing her arms from her sides, she held him around the waist and drew him closer to nestle in his heat, his whole body. She nuzzled his collarbone, swallowing lumps of his scent. Her eyes smiled in half-lidded ease, she sighed loudly, completely fulfilled.
I love you, she chanted in her brain, I really, really love you.
The corners of his mouth quirked higher.
I dare you to belong to someone else, Yuki went on, I will bite you so hard your bones will break.
Kaname raised a straggling brow at the crystal echo in his mind.
She dropped her head back on the pillow.
His long fingers removed streams of hair from her neck. Her beckoning pulse quickened, his mouth watered and pierced the soft waiting flesh. She gasped, only briefly, a sea of red surged out of identical punctures into his sipping lips. Her arms relaxed from his sides, welcoming the oncoming rush of exhilaration, the more he drank, the finer the intensity. White dots spotted her vision. She gasped against his ear. The hot sweetness of her blood thickened to syrup, he lapped the delicious texture, nipping her skin in the process. The roar of her blood being drained clouded the space between her ears, her eyes teemed with incandescent vapor, glistening black-red. He pulled back to examine the ecstasy in her expression. Her lips were wound up, her breathing hastened, wide-eyed, a distinct tremor of excitement notched her wheeze.
She licked her mouth. Kaname bit her lip, leaving a stamp on her cupid's bow. She shivered from the sensation of his fangs, just enough for the metallic film of blood to drip between her mouth. His tongue ran along the red dribble of blood as the cut healed. Her mouth pursed on his, welcomingly. Kaname rode in, his tongue snuck through her parted, waiting lips to caress her fangs first, then her tongue, before he sank in a rolling dive in the heat of her mouth. She gasped every now and then, anticipant, invigorated by the sensation of his guiding tongue. How did he kiss without knocking his fangs against hers? He deepened the kiss, pulling her head up toward him. Her arms slipped between them, unhitching the hooks of his shirt. She had seen him bare chested before. He had a beautiful body, but she had never discovered it, or brushed on the pale skin upon hers. Now, Yuki wanted nothing more than to feel his naked body. Her rummaging motions caught him off guard. Kaname felt her hands widen the lapels of his shirt, ready to inscribe upon him her indelible mark; one more occurrence in his never-ending existence where he could become hers, all over again, in another way.
First, she divested him of his shirt. Her fingers bristled in artful scrolls down the sturdily built plane of shoulder blades and chest. Her mouth watered from the soft heat of the pale skin, as her undisrupted search dripped down to his pecks, twisting inside the loosening scaffold of the shirt, onto the firmly locked bumps of abs. His tongue forced into her mouth. She became dizzy from the spicy taste of Kaname's saliva. Desire stroked her nerves, forking searing heat into her veins, tendons, and muscles. His warm tongue caressed her own despite her shudders. Her saturated eyes admired him through narrow slits, fearless hands dislodged the final folds of his shirt to reveal the perfection of warm skin and muscle. No matter how much Yuki was aware of his external beauty, she was still fascinated by his features. Air whisked through her lips, her shaky gestures becoming resolute. He brushed her red cheeks and studied her lustful stare. Her eyes fell close against the sensual brush of kisses that rolled from one eye to the other, gently slipping to her cheeks, into the hollow column of her neck. In the glimmer of gold butterflies, she burned; her arms and legs pried the rest of clothing separating them.
Yuki tensed against a crawling hot tongue between her breasts, as her clothes became undone. She couldn't see his hands weave between the binds and buttons of her shirt, but the overpowering seduction of his fangs gliding down her sternum and between her ribcage made her whimper with certainty at how much she needed to feel him.
More, I want more.
Playfully his fangs chiseled across her abdomen, rounding on red lines, a traceless print that vanished as soon as his hot breath touched her bellybutton. Kaname untethered the final remnants of her clothes, hanging back in spirited realization in her hips coming free from undergarments. It was the first time Yuki lay naked in front of him. His hand gripped her thigh, pressing on the point his lips had touched in their adolescence. It had been an accident, a miraculous time, and he never knew it could be deceptively thrilling. His need for her burrowed insurmountably. Regardless of age and pureblood gender guidelines, he would have covered her entire body with bites and kisses back then. Yuki couldn't hold on, screeching in pleasure. Her claws caught in his hair and her eyes scrunched shut, tighter than her vocalizing lips while his tongue painted up her thigh. She had no idea how good she smelled. Her legs had given out, but he had dependable arms and carried her lavishly to her bedroom. She was trembling all over, and he had laid her in bed, eager and hungry to continue—if it weren't for Seiren walking in on them.
She did not look fragile, or remotely afraid. Her red eyes hovered over Kaname, ardently sucking in air from open lips, watching in desperate silence as he kissed her thighs, his fangs digging into flesh where red blood flowed on the bed. Cinders banked in her black eyes. Her claws sharpening with each inhale, clenching the sheets to keep still and not break concentration as she felt him suckle her hot blood. Down underneath her thighs, the red strings of blood brushed past her lips where the thick hot smell of her arousal greeted Kaname. At first, she could only feel his warm breath, but a shock of wet pulsations tipped her flat on the pillow, faint from the texture of his tongue swirling inside of her vaginal lips. He widened open her thighs, weaseled his tongue farther in the hot wetness that beckoned him. Not only was she sweet, there was a syrupy dewiness to her sensual lips, coated by the scent of roses, light, and the distinctly carnal smell that could only be found deep inside of Yuki, no where else in the universe.
Kaname felt her move with the motions of his tongue, her breathing fastening and hips bucking. He gently inserted a finger into her, watching cautiously as her eyes doubled wide. After a moment, she relaxed, adjusting to the sensation of his anti-clawed finger reaching up her wall to a small nut-shaped nectar. Yuki twitched suddenly the moment he accessed it. Alertly Yuki pulled her shoulders up, but Kaname gathered her around the back and waist, pushing his forehead against hers. She mewed in her throat, gripping him by the forearms. Currents of pleasures heaved up and down her body. His stroking finger pulsed the multiple threads of pleasure, as it ripped across her nerve-endings, festering in her blood, boiling her juices that began to drip past his fingers. Kaname licked the side of her throat. She twisted her hips, rolling against his moving hand, loving the burning sensations spreading through her body. He bit her neck, swallowing the thick blood fueled by her desire, and the electrocuting pleasure brimming her organs. She moaned groggily in his ear, but his restive hands resumed stroking her pleasure spot. Her legs began shaking despite her moving hips.
"Kaname."
He lapped her blood thirstily, not letting a drop waste and licked up her chin, peering into her half-lidded eyes. He unhooked the arm around her waist and back to explore her breasts, half nibbling her nipples and half testing how they hardened from his caressing tongue. Her heart danced beneath his mouth. He closed his eyes and focused on the bashing loudness, right against his tongue, above her left breast. Guided by instinct, without hesitation, Kaname bit the shell of her breast, loving the delicious pool of blood crisscrossing her chest. He tongued the red hot stream, panting with a hysteria he could not deny. Her blood tasted different. She was excited, sure enough, she grew desperate. Yuki moaned, thrashing her head side-to-side before cooing his name, and he was answering immediately with a passionate kiss. His tongue filled with the residue of her blood as he delved into her with both tongue and fingers. She had other plans. Her hands escaped from his forearms to his hips, snapping open his pants. Kaname could feel her intentions, her squeezing muscles around his fingers and her shaking thighs. He broke the kiss to inspect her eyes, black from heady lust and incredible hunger. She shifted him out of his clothes in stupendous fluidity and froze widely, her breath sucking in at the sight of him.
He kissed her parted thighs, her flowing juices seeped into the sheets, all the while listening to her anxious gasps once his tongue entered her, drinking the sweet deliciousness of her yearning and pleasure. Fumes of desire flooded her bloodstreams, swarming her head, she guided him energetically deeper by nudging the back of his neck, sighing and shivering from the voluminous pleasure over her ebbing conscience. Kaname kissed her juicy lips, swollen from arousal. The smell of her was intoxicating. He bit into her thigh. She whimpered from the sudden puncture of fangs but sighed after the pressure released, and the thick blood began to be drawn between his fangs. The smell of her blood mingled in the vibrant blur of her dewy juice. Kaname licked her clean, until she quivered, struggling to keep a straight face. He crawled over and nuzzled her throat, basking in her sweat-blushed skin. Her legs enclosed around his waist tightly.
"I'm the only one you will be with." He rubbed his mouth against hers.
Gasping, she nodded. "Just you — only you."
Kaname pushed himself against her wet inviting lips. Her heart fluttered, her eyes widened, sparkling with a need he had never witnessed.
Every cell in her body was ringing with desire. Yuki wrapped an arm and around the back of his neck, pulling him back to her lips and succinctly whispered. "Do to me everything you ever wanted, Kaname." Her thighs locked and lips waited against his pulsing penis. "I am yours."
Kaname pushed her thighs wider and slipped inside her welcoming lips.
Yuki held her breath as his firmness slid farther and farther. For a moment, her eyes squeezed shut, and her gasps radiated in a shower of gold butterflies. Kaname cradled the back of her head, pressing his forehead to hers. Pressure compounded in places that felt entirely illusionary, and yet she was filled, like a cup to the brim, her juices spilling over. He continued as far as he could reach inside, forcing her thighs farther apart than ever and touched upon a summoning cradling softness. Dizzily she opened her eyes, focusing on the viselike grip morphing around Kaname. His lips met hers passionately, his tongue fueling another diversion inside her mouth. Feeling him from the inside was indescribable. But, when he moved, stirring and diving back into her, her mouth watered from the friction, and her hips collided in response, meeting his vehement, powerful thrusts in steep desperation. Pleasure echoed through and through, causing Yuki to moan in his deep kisses. Her cyclic hips bounced into his thrusts, a uniting rhythm that continued to pull him closer and continued to fill her infinitely. She squeezed him tighter, gasping as Kaname slipped a hand between them, caressing the aroused nub above where they were joined. She trembled within a second, flushing bright red, as he went on cajoling her clitoris.
"What're you doing to me?" Yuki hazily gasped against his lips.
"Everything I want." Kaname thrust into her faster.
Her mouth hung open, thirstily for air. Both of her arms clutched around the muscular width of his shoulders, hanging onto Kaname against the rigorous jolt of his thrusts. She hadn't known pleasure like this. Being so close, the indefinite and definiteness in the closeness their bodies abled, gone in one-second, back and connected again. And, Yuki came to another realization, one that overwhelmed and despaired her at the same time. She wanted to be evermore closer to Kaname. She wanted more of him inside, outside—every where. He could have her every which way he chose. He was a possessive pureblood, but so was she. His fangs caught the left side of her throat, erasing the white canvas with extreme rivers of red. She was moaning, dipping her tailbone and thrusting back, her legs collapsing in the process to meet his deranged rhythm. It left Yuk in a stupor of freedom, like a tenacious animal about to conquer. She had no control of her hips, even her blood, drooling into his mouth from her throat, sang Kaname… Kaname! Yuki squeezed him again within her lips, overcome with tears. She couldn't remember wanting anyone like this.
Kaname fit her soft and creamy depths deep and sound, pushing into her spine. There were times he struggled to breathe, showers of pleasure burned through him. He reigned back, biting her throat, drowning in her sweet blood. The tale of her blood was an addicting potion. In it, he saw her love for him. The heat of scalding fire that could leave man and woman in states worse than death. He could taste the mocking delight of a killer, a basic gene of a pureblood. There was a treacherous side taunting from the shadow of the kind pureblood. Yuki was known to be kind, understanding and loving, and he knew better than any creature, kind purebloods were the pinnacling potential of absolute destruction. She did not know her limits. He was a demon in her absence. They were too alike. The fiend in her beckoned the fiend in him. Kaname licked her throat, loving the moans crawling out of her lips. He peered into her sweltered face. Doused from need, two red dots alertly blinked from black irises, where undaunted craving festered. Her cheeks were colored, sweat glided down her temples, wringing in disheveled long hair. Her sharp fangs veiled in a mark of unaltered pleasure, widening from her grin. Oh, yes, she loved it. Her claws penetrated his back in an effort to tug him closer with each thrust. The scars diminished, only the trace of his blood in her nails was left. White sheen trickled down her chest to her abdomen, sweat glistened each time he dove briskly inside Yuki. She grunted, the sound hoarse and trembling, her hips bucking. He kissed her, touching her sharp fangs with his tongue.
She melted in Kaname's kiss. Latching onto him, like a life raft, in a monsoon of ecstasy. His pounding hips bounced against hers, a smelt of flesh, sweat and warm liquid, pooling beneath them. He hoarsely growled against the column of her throat, reeling from her impeccable heat. He plunged deeper and deeper, his momentum of furious desire, scalding his senses and mind. Kaname sank his fangs in the flesh of her throat, tasting the solid trickle inerasable passion. He lapped the drooling blood and felt her open lips, seeking to sip the train of blood and saliva. Her hands chiseled up his spine and clenched his dark locks. Kaname stroked even farther inside of Yuki, feeling her hips tremble every so often, listening to her intuitive gasps as he licked the tears rolling down her temples. She moaned at how deep he had fixed inside her. He glanced in amazement at how her hips rolled and glided into him as a response, catching and pulling him in repeatedly into the darkened inner-dimensions of her mind and her soul. Kaname could not help but increase his pace. No longer, dragging or tangibly gentle. He thrusted in Yuki firmly and powerfully, sensing her whimper pleasurably on his shoulder once he tucked his head in her neck to taste her pulse on his tongue.
The jolts of his thrust transcended a tornado of vigor and hunger in Yuki. She wrapped her thighs tighter around his hips, encouraging his momentum and his overflowing need to whisk deeper where he was no longer himself. Yuki felt him stretch immeasurably where no creature, nor she, herself, had explored. He shuddered, shouldering a whorl of infinite pleasure, twisting and roaring through his bloodstreams and bones, enclosing his mind and heart. Kaname softly sighed against her gasping lips, struck by the supreme cloud of pleasure echoing from her to him, scaffolded from the deepest, darkest parts of her heart. Peering her desire-glossy red eyes, he thrust in her, his breath shaky from the expansive pleasure drilling, once again, up his genitals, his stomach, taking purchase straight into his heart, as it continuously streamed up into his brain, and a shimmer of ecstasy traced his blood, settling in the marrow of his bones in the process.
Yuki noticed his eyes flash black and silver, as if Kaname had gone under a trance, she leaned forward and kissed his lips.
Instantaneously Kaname deepened it, pushing her back on the pillow to discover every inch of her delicious mouth. Even her saliva contained a mixture of honey, of sweetness. She moaned from the whirling motions of his insightful tongue, that breathed an intangible nuance from the chemicals and blood they shared.
He carved vigorously into Yuki, feeling gusts of air whisk in the kiss from his throttling plunges. Kaname slipped an hand up the sensual curve of her waist, up the narrow curve of her ribs and cupped her right breast, teasing her erect, sweaty nipples.
"Kana - me." She choked, out of breath. Her eyes rolling back and a dizzying flare of white smoke skittered up her spine.
Yuki latched onto Kaname, not just with her arms, she rubbed her lips past his mouth and cheek toward his left neck. Between wet strands of locks, she licked the beads of sweet-smelling sweat and feverishly bit down, forging onto the land of his intoxicating blood.
Kaname growled, the aggression in him different, mellower, almost admiring the tenacity of her digging fangs, suckling his blood hungrily. She gasped in the perfection of his blood. The rich quality, fueled by love, emboldened by need and longing identical to her own.
Yuki moaned unabashedly, whipping her head back, her spine straightening and hips vibrating from strident flashes and pulses of pleasure. Kaname thrust faster that she coiled beneath him, loving the weight of his length wedged sharply and perfectly, swimming in the cortex of her pleasure. White heat blasted between her eyes, ricocheting between her nether lips, into Kaname. He almost collapsed on her from the explosive tenderness of her pulsing muscles. Yuki clenched her thighs higher, feeling him thrust right in the core of her orgasm. Pleasure singed her nerves, coating every layer and corner of Yuki, winking one-second and heightening the next in waves. She pulled him inside tightly. Kaname wickedly slipped a hand on her clitoris, triggering a second explosion. Surprised by the provocation, she thrashed under Kaname, crying out as any remaining defenses and shocks dissolved in the pure climax. Her hips collided frantically against him, sparks of pleasure bounced around her system. She could not keep still, so he pinned her down.
Tremulously she chanted his name with each heaving pound, infused by the racketeering rhythm of orgasms.
From the bridge of lust and hunger, Kaname watched her writhe below. His own conscience debilitated by pleasure at seeing Yuki lose self-control and drown in ecstasy. He patched kisses on her mouthing, gasping lips, soaking in the ever-growing silkiness of her nether lips, now glistening and heavily dripping from her orgasms. Kaname groaned under his breath at the difference in texture just by unraveling her pleasure, just by freeing her with ecstasy. He loved being inside of her and how she was filled by him. It parted the smoothest channel through Yuki, puddled and suffused with a storm of loving fulfillment. He thrusted energetically, on the mercurial verge of haunting pleasure.
Pure, electrifying heat synched his blood streams, and a bellowing fire overtook Kaname. Plowing, he spent into Yuki, dipping as he came. As if elongating his pleasure, Yuki thrust up, toward him, drawing out his climax. He grunted, a gust of bloodcurdling frenzy flexed, notching into Kaname. He bit down in her neck, meeting her thrusts fervidly, feeling the widening air of pleasure explode out of him.
He retracted his fangs and stared at Yuki at the end of his climax.
Panting, hoarse, lathered in sweat and need, Kaname and Yuki discovered each other. In another satisfying manner than being born from the immaterial plane together, knowing each other their whole lives and satiating a small portion of blood borne hunger through each other, which yielded to a carnal one.
She brushed the sticky wet locks of hair from his cheeks. He pushed his face in the wet column of her throat, chiseling down with his tongue to taste the effort of lust and love from the pores of her skin. He tasted her nipples and kissed her breasts, moving down her beautiful ribcage and navel. Stamping another kiss beneath her belly button. She quivered in response. Finally, Kaname edged between her thighs where the evidence of their lovemaking ran down the sheets. He licked her clean.
Another whirl of desire welled within Yuki. She soon realized it would be harder to part from each other or consider letting go.
It was a wonder she rolled Kaname down and climbed over him, yearning to touch him with her mouth. His neck and strong shoulders. His long torso and awaiting erection. She took him in her mouth eagerly, curious to know the taste of him and to satisfy him. His balls were smooth and the length of his shaft was stupendous as its breadth. The instant Yuki lodged him in her mouth, Kaname called her name. His very tone and breathing different from what she recognized, she'd never known the pureblood to beg. Yet he caved, crushed like hot ice, coming exponentially in her throat. She licked him down, kissing the tip of his penis. His arms landed on her shoulders like weights, dragging her on the bed where he pinned her beneath him, slipping inside her sheath.
He could not tire of her. Kaname slowly moved in Yuki until he was swallowed up deeper than before. He rocked, in short pulses, lacing sparks of pleasure through the thrusts, which she welcomed and thrust back, enjoying how he was spooned inside her wet channel. Kaname gripped her hips before setting a rhythmical, enjoyably slower set of thrusts. He had known her to roll her eyes back in the throes of pleasure, but now she moaned with her arms stretched over her head. His slower pace ripened an inexorable path to another bone-rattling orgasm.
o o o
Purebloods did not drain of energy. It was no surprise Yuki lavished in his teeth-clattering thrusts, his beguiling devises at making her orgasm, his feasting fangs, or his meticulous fingering in all of her orifices for hours. No, he was more predator, playing and taming his designated prey. The fortuitous thing about that was she retaliated, biting and clawing him, which made him chuckle at the blood chiseling down his body. She was no dainty pureblood, he knew. Her metaphorical claws hooked around his heart, squeezing in ways he could not handle, so Kaname made Yuki his in every which way he appointed, roughly, demandingly passionate, or maddeningly slow. He let her scream to the hollow crystal walls of the pavilion, her guttural mews carried to the mountains beyond. Her pleasure paraded in extreme sobs or rambles of why he should not stop and why she could not get enough of his limitless inventions.
She was shakily panting on her knees. Her vision, a sea of black, tears dribbled down her chin. He had her, yet it was more than just having. He had conquered, yet it had nothing to do with conquering. Kaname groaned against the shell of her ear. His breath bristled her cheek and neck. Blood stains enmeshed her bare back, her hips trapped in the firm cradle of his hand, while the other administered teasing designs on her clitoris. Shudders ripened her crouch, but Kaname kept her solid against him and filled Yuki to the very depths only she could comprehend. She whimpered, orgasming for the hundredth time, her claws cutting the threads in the sheets. Her legs attempted to slump. Kaname gathered her on time, molding his body around hers, dissolving in the sweeping grip she fused around him. She squeezed him some more, in return, he bit her shoulder.
Yuki cried out, opening her teary eyes, blinking rapidly against the crusts. "I can't see."
Kaname licked the trail of blood moving down her back, "We don't need to see."
Then, Yuki closed her eyes, succumbing to his thrusts as the rest of her buckled and churned from his hands, his lips, and his tireless ecstasy. She came again in seconds, white slashing her bloodstreams, her tinkering heart bound to fling out her chest, but she could not stop, nor did she want him to stop.
Yuki clumsily undid his hand on her hip, guiding him out. The emptiness from his member retracting left an echo of pulsations, a memory of his gorging penis enclosed by her love, fascination, and need of him. He knew what she liked and he instinctively slipped a finger in her, watching her tumble on the bed in a pile of shivers. Turning over, Yuki pushed Kaname down on his back, mounting him. Despite her trembles, the crimson dots in her raven eyes zoned on him, ordering him to obedience. He was rightly hers to command, hers to spoil. Kaname watched her take him in. Her eyes shut in pleasure, a pink tongue outlined her mouth, as if tasting him with her nether opening. She rode him astoundingly, enrapturing him. Her glowing eyes, the smell of blood and cum, and the intangible execution of bite marks and hand-marks on pristine skin. How her hips bucked instinctively, how she gripped him, making him catch his breath and clench his fangs. He was hers, finding himself responding to her loving kiss. The taste of his blood on her tongue was saccharine. Kaname deepened the kiss, exploring her sweaty body with his rough, mighty hands. He urged her hips in a scooping motion, making her move faster on him.
Kaname broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, "I am yours, you are mine." He swore.
Gasping over his silk hair, she cradled his head. "Yes, yes." She moaned.
He had sunk to her mercy, irretrievably given up self-imprisonment and given in to tenderness. His orgasm was like hot fire shooting inside of her. He rolled her down, pressing her friskily in the bed, her legs flaring. Kaname swooped in Yuki repeatedly, emptying inside her. She cried out against his chest, unfurling another vortex-like orgasm. He literally lost his breath from her tightening lips. She quivered beneath his pinning body, feeling him irrupt unceasingly along side her.
o o o
To that — was the last of what Yuki recalled. A gold butterfly stuck to the crust of her lashes, she forced her eyes open. The room swirled. Her breathing hitched in the familiar darkness. Instantly she felt his presence. She tilted her head tentatively and wiggled her brows at the faint sensation between— Yuki gasped.
Kaname's tongue soared inside of her walls, sucking on the taste of her—of them—of everything her body could not conceal. She recognized the dense smell of sex, curdled by the tempting lust that finalized how much she orgasmed thanks to Kaname over the last several hours, or several days? Their dwelling was darker than ever in the passing of butterflies. He sucked thirstily. She shivered, fatigue shifted to pleasure, surprised she could even continue. Her hands ran to his hair. He resumed lacing strokes inside of her vaginal lips, welcoming dewy cum to his hungry, longing mouth. His tongue ran up to her clitoris, flicking provokingly. Another storm of desire fueled her blood, darkening Yuki's irises. She could not escape his touch and fantasy. It was why he brought her to the sky pavilion. To not be interrupted for he needed to have his way. Yuki could not pretend she did not love every second of Kaname's dedication.
Purebloods coming together meant nothing short of dissolving his and her power. He put aside his armor, she did, as well, yet there was an intangible factor that had almost been displaced in the ordinaries between male and female vampires. White light violently throttled inside her lower belly. Her hips engaged in slick gliding motions on his tongue in the progressive pleasure. He rounded back to her lips, churning his tongue and tasting her heated climax. She cried out, pressing him to her. Another burst of electricity pooled inside. Yuki came violently. Her fluids ran to his sipping mouth momentarily. She could control him, he could break her control. He could outsmart her; she could outwit him. The stalemate also indicated his endurance only amplified when hers did. But, she had passed out, and the memories of their union over the days made her want to be stronger. Kaname's tongue toggled up her pelvis, he crawled over Yuki. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her thighs collected around his waist.
"My hungry Kaname," She purred.
He nuzzled her forehead.
Yuki kissed his neck and collarbone, tasting invisible streaks of sweat that would soon dry. Her fangs nicked his neck, breaking skin and swallowing hot blood. Her hand slipped down his waist, grabbing his penis. On top of her, Kaname raptly tensed, but settled in her hand the moment she began to stroke him, building him up. Her tongue circled on the puncture wounds on his neck, resuming a dance along his Adam's apple, pasting kisses around his beautifully contoured jawline. He promptly kneaded her breast, loving how she filled his hand and marveling at how her nipples turned firm from his touch. Yuki felt drips of cum on his penile tip, centering him between her vaginal entrance. He lifted her hips by the sweep of an arm and deftly stole inside of her. Yuki moaned at his throbbing entrance. Kaname forged insistently in her heat, shoving vigorously in the ever present pillowing softness, wetness, tightness that worshipped him. He was much more frantic than before, but she did not care. He treasured her pleasure.
Her kisses brushed his cheeks, whispering anxiously in the dark. "I don't ever want to go home."
Over her, Kaname trembled with laughter. His lips quirked higher and higher, his fangs shimmered. "Good," He thrust inside Yuki ardently fast. Her eyes widened from his increasing pace. "There is much more I have to show you."
Yuki pulled Kaname to her mouth, forcing his lips open, but his tongue invaded her first, rummaging for her taste. Sweet spiciness tangled their saliva.
o o o
Home waited them. Their simple life waited them, although, it did not feel that simple. Normally one—Yuki—disappeared, Seiren wasn't accustomed to both of their disappearances and clamored her worries, but the Imperial Lord requested she modify her sentiments into casual letters, free from overburdening the normal inquiries.
"Where did you go? I was losing my mind."
The expression was lost on Kaname, who stared blankly at the silver-lavender-haired pureblood. How does one lose one's mind? Seiren was reputably a beacon of strength, a dragon breathed to life, free from the immaterial plane unlike purebloods; the one creature in the dimension different from every one else. She was the guardian of the dimension, of purebloods, the crossing and the manager of the Kuran crypt. Did she not have enough work on her plate? How did she make the time to wonder about them?
The disfavored word 'ridiculous' came to mind just then. Kaname's mind curled around and around, laboring on its appropriateness. Standing in front of them, looking frazzled, the silver-gold pureblood dragon, Seiren, indeed, fit the description.
"Doesn't the crossing need to be surveilled?" He grumbled, ready to instigate an indisputable claim to drag Yuki back to the sky pavilion after barely landing home. Moving there permanently would be best. He could escort Yuki to the dimension whenever she wanted.
He hadn't finished their carnal endeavors and could not wait to pin her down … or upright or side saddle. Or he might as well let Yuki take the reign and keep it interesting. She did make quiet the sadist. Her sweet, innocent facade was alluring, but the things she could do with her fangs and tongue. His blood roared from memories. The scenery was brighter than the sky pavilion, lush with wilderness, rainbows and the quaint but welcoming bay of nature.
"Seiren!" Yuki whipped out of his arms and leapt to Seiren, as she normally did, flung her arms around her shoulders and rubbed her cheek on Seiren's hollow cheeks. "I missed you."
Kaname scowled at Yuki.
When did you miss her? Your were busy being filled by me.
Yuki chewed the inner-lining of her mouth, side-eyeing the glaring red-eyed.
Do you want to hear me bad mouth you again? Stop transferring thoughts to my mind.
Seiren's foreboding stare floated from Kaname. She melted in Yuki's hug, nuzzled her cheek in response. Her frustration defused. The air around the trio mollified from cold lightening to a gentle breeze. "I was worried." She confessed. "The Imperial Lord refused to impart a word as to your whereabouts. I could not sense either of you."
"We couldn't be disturbed. He placed a layer around the sky pavilion. Our business required such." Kaname threw his arms in a fold, his scowl impenetrable.
"What business mandated the level of security?" She questioned.
Yuki retreated from the silver-haired pureblood, blushing, "We had to sort out details on a deal we are due to embark. The Imperial Lord warned us not to return without proper finalizations."
Kaname's gaze skewed toward Yuki.
Her spine tingled, sensing a bone-cutting glare digging in the middle of her back. She bit her lip nervously.
She will never let me sleep in your bed. She won't even let me in your room.
Kaname sliced, impatience combed his immaculate and overpowering contour. She could not forget he stood mere two steps from her heels.
Seiren has looked after us longer than our conscious lives. Of course, she'll be shocked to learn we fuc—we are mated. We need to be gracious in our delivery.
Yuki chided back, her blush increasing by the second.
The realization pinched her senses clear, her eyes momentarily widened: they were mated. There were no purebloods in thousands of years to have successfully mated. Yet they had the gall to mate with each other. It was not merely hormones and curiosity. Two purebloods of equal caliber and birth. The suspicion one would eat the other was highly susceptible. Seiren would be impulsively controlling to prevent the ordeal. She contained a motherly power over Yuki, not over Kaname though, who preferred his distance. Seiren did not mind his behavior and she watched him in silence.
"You are light and dark, you passed life to each other," Seiren studiously reminded, "The Imperial Lord must've decided on your fate. Live on caring for each other. Your balance is what sets you apart from the rest."
"We will be good to each other, we promise." Yuki replied.
She smiled at Kaname, followed by Yuki. "You must report back to the Imperial Lord on your deal. Go on now."
Yuki nodded and turned around to pick Kaname by the sleeve. He stood immobile for half a second, unblinking at her pleading red orbs.
I can strip you here and now. It would make her complaisant with the nature of our 'deal.'
Yuki firmly clenched his arm and tugged him in the direction of the lord's palace. "We will tell her." She whispered once he decided not to balk and steer after her heel. She was still pulling him by his left sleeve and had somehow laced the fingers of her other hand through his.
He stared in fascination at how she lifted their entwined fingers against her ribcage. Abruptly, Kaname stalled. Her motion to keep forward turned into an awkward stumble, her back landing against his chest. Kaname peered down patiently until she looked up, searching his eyes.
"I said, we'll tell her, didn't I? Why won't you believe me?" Yuki frowned.
Kaname blew bangs of hair out of her eyes. "I'm touched by how you do these things."
Yuki straightened before she turned around. Her hand gracefully cradled their hands. "What things?"
Kaname pointedly glanced toward their knotted fingers.
Yuki pondered over the unconscious tightening of their grip. She remembered snatching and pulling his sleeve as a child. Kaname would stare stoically before retorting her not to break his arm off. She'd refrained from slipping her fingers through his, even though, she very much wanted to hold hands with Kaname.
"Do you like being taken by the hand?" Yuki wondered.
Kaname did not refute or look offended. He did turn a shade of pink. "Only if it makes you happy." He implied.
"Being with you makes me happy." She whispered, stroking his knuckles.
He scooped a handful of hair from her neck and fixed it behind her right ear. "Then I have to be with you for eternity."
"Promise not to consume me?"
"You won't leave me?"
Yuki cringed, she reverted to the trail of the Imperial Lord's palace. "There are things I have to do, places I want to see, purebloods I want to meet."
"Do everything. Don't leave me for 3,000 years again."
"Kaname, you have too much time on your hands." She replied.
He did not recounter, but continued to blink in silence. His time was about being at ease, doing as he pleased. Kaname was not appointed an occupation. He indulged in his specific interests, a stark contrast to the inquisitive and playful Yuki.
The Imperial Lord beamed upon the pair. His dark eyes shimmered across the hall like dazzling firelights. His already enormous smile chimed wider and wider with their approach.
"Little Light, Little Dark," The creator of purebloods stared raptly between the duo, "3,000 years apart escalated your closeness than 3,000 days together ever did. Was the time in the sky castle spent well?" He briefly regarded their linked hands, pursing a knowing smile.
"The heart clearing wine was a risky move," Kaname answered, "It was...unconventional."
"The wine clears the darkness in your heart and brings to light your true desires." The Imperial Lord stated, "Don't you think it resembles you? Your darkness is curtained under a trap of power and pressure. Her light does not curb it but reminds you of what is good and best." He looked at Yuki piercingly. "Little Dark, you are quiet. 3,000 years away was enough time to reflect on what is important."
Yuki smiled and nodded. "I saw commotion around the dimension. Angels weeping by the river intrigued me. It made me wonder why you sent Kuran to the human world. Humans suffer because of vampires."
"The human world have their own laws. I gave them a pureblood, but they twisted the innocence of purebloods and fabricated them to be evil and cruel." The Imperial Lord turned silent, his smile disappeared and the light in his eyes vanished. "You are my greatest creation, purebloods. If only the others were like you. You have the same goodness I saw in Kuran. His descendants are not like him, it seems. I won't permit you to go to the human world for that reason."
"Was our decision to be together part of an ulterior plan?" She timidly whispered.
Kaname smirked and suppressed his humor by averting his head.
The Imperial Lord observed Yuki in elevated interest. "I put the power of thunder, light and wind at the tip of your fingers. I let you choose how you use it. I put the vision of transparency and foresight in your eyes. Yours, as you wish. I put the thirst for blood in your body. You are drawn to what you know. I put the warmth of love in your heart. You gifted it to whomever you wanted." He smiled happily.
"So, how Kaname and I are to one another," Yuki gingerly mumbled, "Is our own doing."
"Although, each of you has the option to mate with hundreds of purebloods. I can make you new purebloods if you want."
"That won't be necessary." She skittered forward, waving her arms frantically.
Kaname was no longer smirking, his stare notoriously cold. "Yuki has more power than the male population of the dimension, wouldn't it be suitable for her to stay with me? You'll endanger her. The law of ranks should remain in place for us, too."
"I won't mandate it from you two. You're exceptional. The fact being Little Dark is the finest female pureblood who can bear children to many males, if she wants. The same goes for you." The Imperial Lord gestured toward Kaname, "Females flock to your hall in hundreds, not to learn, but to stay close to you. You are peculiar. I never restrained you from mating with them, yet you do not partake on the rewards I offer you. Male species enjoy a variation of delicacy. Your seed can change the population."
Yuki narrowed eyes upon the dark-haired pureblood on her right.
Kaname could not meet her eyes and stiffly stared ahead, at the Imperial Lord. "I don't want to bring Yuki to tears."
She slowly faced their creator. "The heart clearing wine revealed I cannot withstand Kaname with another female. I'm not strong enough to share him."
"This is not a dual dimension. You have equal power to mate with any pureblood of your choice." His smile widened superiorly, and he sat up, suddenly energetic. "But you please me, again, Little Dark. This proves he satisfies your heart. Fine, I will not press laws upon you. The decision is yours. Do you wish to be officially mated to each other?"
She had turned the darkest shade of red in the luminously gold hall.
The Imperial Lord grinned and chuckled knowingly. He raised a long large arm and retrieved a book from his sleeve, waving it toward Yuki. "Here is an almanac from the human world. The edition is unpublished because it contains facts a hundred years in the future."
Yuki darted up the stairs toward his dais and snatched it eagerly out his hand. "You're giving me priceless information." She began perusing the first few pages. " 'Hunters?' What is the 'hunters?' " She mumbled inquisitively.
"I rest the matter in your capacity." The Imperial Lord glanced at Kaname. "Little Light, what shall I gift you?"
"When the need arises I will ask."
He nodded in calm understanding.
o o o
The No-creature nibbled at something suspiciously. Yuki caught the shadow hunched next to her table in her bedroom. Its bulging wide eyes shimmered across the hall, ceasing under her grim observation. Raptly, the black slime straightened, forming two legs to reach her level of height as she gingerly approached, her eyes darkly narrowed.
"The papers are not for eating." Yuki scolded. She had provided him a supply of writing utensils to learn how to write and read.
The No-creature bowed its head, apologetically. "I am so very hungry. I can't eat the purebloods. I can't eat the trees or the animals."
"Your emptiness is irreparable, eating everything I give you won't help you grow."
As she was speaking, it resumed shoving piles of paper in its mouth.
"I'm trying to help you."
"You are so very powerful. A rich pureblood, coveted in the dimension by all the creatures. The rainbow flows over your villa and in your bedroom, to peak a glance at you. You must taste incredible. Your blood is superior to other purebloods. Let me have you." The No-creature jumped at Yuki in order to absorb her in its melting body.
Yuki whacked it on the head with the almanac in her hand. "Snap out it."
The No-creature staggered back.
She picked up a brush and handed it to the creature. "Start writing."
"I attempt to write what I feel but all I know is hunger—for purebloods, for meat and blood, for air and silver sand, for violet water." The No-creature wistfully mumbled.
Yuki confidingly flattened the corners of her lips and nodded. "There are lots of things to feel, you're starting out from the basic. Think about the way you feel when the breeze touches you. What does looking at the rainbow make you feel? It doesn't have to be about hunger."
The No-creature's large black eyes blinked at Yuki thoughtfully. "I think I would very much so like to eat you."
She whacked it again and ordered it to take a seat at her table. "I am making a decent being out of you. You will sit at the table, not on the floor. You will walk on two feet, not crawl and wiggle like a snake. You will drink blood when I make meals for you and learn to tame your attacks. You will understand other emotions than hunger, No-creature." Yuki paused and frowned. "That won't do."
The No-creature turned in the chair to find Yuki opening a cabinet filled with books. She pulled a familiar almanac and sat beside the slimy shadow. "If I am to make a being out of you, you need a name. You are not a No-creature, Kaname and I are your family now."
The brush clattered out of its claws, shocked. Tears pooled out of its bulging eyes. "Family?"
Yuki smoothed the pages down and focused on the list intently. "We have to give you an outstanding name."
The No-creature eagerly leaned forward and nodded.
"This should do." Yuki tapped on a name. " 'Suki.' I am Yuki, and you will be Suki, isn't that nice?"
"No." A voice growled.
Yuki and the No-creature turned in the direction of the leaning contour on the doorframe of her room.
Kaname blackly glared at the slime. "I don't want it to take on a name resembling yours, not even in pronunciation." He hissed.
"Suki is good for him." Yuki reasoned.
"Him?" Kaname gritted his fangs and glared at the No-creature murderously. "Why are you letting him in your bedroom? You cannot sleep here, it can eat you while you're asleep."
"Suki can sleep in my room as he pleases."
The No-creature proudly bobbed its head and looked at Yuki in somewhat hunger but appreciation.
Kaname's brows curled even more disapprovingly, "Stop looking at her and I might not kill you right now."
The No-creature lowered its head and melted on the chair, dribbling down to the floor in moss black puddle.
"You've upset him."
"It does not care how purebloods feel when it devours them. Why should we care how it feels? It was created to feast on the living, on you and me." Kaname was not a fan of the creature, but he looked extremely upset as he discerned the black puddle. "I have to kill it or it will take you away from me."
"Stop worrying," Yuki slapped the almanac close, sighing in sound fatigue and placed the book back inside the cabinet. "The Imperial Lord won't allow misfortune befalling us. He gave us a life where we are free of pain and struggle."
Kaname looked toward her patiently. "But I'm not great like him, nor can I sit aside and see you in tears. My sorrow is connected to you. There is no law where purebloods can be revived. I lose you, I will die."
Yuki closed the cabinet, turning to face Kaname. "And, I will too. No one's ever treated Suki well. He doesn't know how to respond to goodness yet, but he will learn."
" 'He.' " Kaname growled at the connotation.
"Yes," Yuki nodded, "And, I won't sleep here." She approached him and looped her arms around his waist, smiling up at him as he bent forward. "I will sleep in your arms."
Kaname ran his fingers through her thick dark hair. Bending down, he kissed her forehead.
No-creature decided to stand up on two legs to watch in silence.
Yuki spied on him after turning her head. "Suki, you have to work hard. Kaname is just being cautious."
The No-creature nodded and obediently seated at the table. A moment later, he picked up the brush and began to scribble on the white paper. His writing was not legible or illegible, it was a distinct measure of capitalized and small characters, inclusive of symbols of objects that were not part of his vernacular. Yuki trained him to read and made him eat meals with her, therefore, he could practice basic etiquette. Around Seiren, the No-creature named Suki, became pessimistic and fearful. He was aggressive with Kaname, which was understandable, since the males had their own language on power.
There was a time after returning from a brief trip, Yuki retired to her water pavilion. The private dominion was not open to anyone. Suki, the slime black shadow, found himself sneaking inside, not out of curiosity but at the unfailing glimpse of Yuki's exquisitely supple flesh. She was draped in a pool of rose pedals and had closed her eyes, looking comfortable. Suki opened his elongating mouth, chiseled open rings of fangs, ready to partake in eating her.
Claws ripped into his skeletal free body, gripping it by the nerves connecting to his brain and yanked him against the tree. Kaname's burning red eyes angled hatefully on the hissing black slime.
"She protects a thing like you and honored you with a name. You have the gall to eat her." Kaname squeezed the nerve and waited for its eyes to clamp shut.
Suki reacted by struggling, clawing Kaname in the chest and neck. He transformed into a liquid puddle and soaked on his sleeve. Instantly Kaname's hand began to burn from acid as it began to absorb up his elbow and legs.
"I can consume you instead." Suki taunted.
"I give you my body, will you leave Yuki alone?"
"Knock it off!" The pale shape drizzled in water stepped out of the pavilion draped in a towel. Yuki panted out of pure seethe, her glare panned Suki absorbing Kaname's arms and legs.
Suki extracted from Kaname's clothes. The skin on his arms and legs tingling from the melting chemical. Suki skittered in front of Yuki and slumped on the ground. "M-mi-mistress, I couldn't help myself."
"You've been with us for 600 years. The antagonism you have needs to end. Don't you dare eat Kaname." She shouted.
Suki rubbed his face with his claws, sniffing. "Forgive me, mistress."
"Remember who you are." She ordered.
He lowered his hands, bowing. "I am Suki. Suki means 'loved one.' I have a family. I know how to read, write and draw. I know the warmth of the rainbow, the sweet in the flowers, the elements in the sand. I help the neighboring purebloods. I have more than hunger. I feel sad. I learn chess from master. He hates me." He sobbed.
"Kaname is warier compared to me." Yuki chided and whirled toward her lover. She collected his damaged arms. "I'm sorry he hurt you, Kaname. Will you forgive me?"
Kaname melted into a soft smile. "You are not the one in need of forgiveness. It was going to eat you. It won't stop, Yuki."
Yuki brought his red scared fingers to her mouth, kissing his knuckles. "I won't let him do it again."
Kaname freed a hand to caress her cheek. "You decided to make it a part of our life. If it ate one of us, I would rather it took me."
Yuki frowned, angrily. "You say, you can't be without me. Here, you are trying to die alone. Don't make me live in a world you are not around."
"Let me kill it then."
Yuki frowned some more, drearily. She peered at Suki on the ground, hopeless and ashamed. "I will send you to Seiren."
Suki frantically shook his head, "No, no."
"You are right to fear the dragon. Stay in her dungeon and think about how you can prevent going over the edge. Kaname doesn't need my permission to end you, Suki." She warned. "He is secretly giving you a chance to do better. You'll be 700 years old soon. When you're a thousand, I will take you to the Imperial Lord and ask him to turn you into a pureblood."
The fear in his eyes depleted. Hope glistened in the large black orbs. "Pureblood, me?" He incredulously gasped.
"I would advise her against it," Kaname murmured, "Yuki is determined to make her own judgment about you. Don't let her be wrong."
"I will do better. I promise, I promise!" Suki bowed toward the pair. "Mistress, you have a great heart. Master, forgive my transgressions. I will prove myself to you."
"Don't come near the water pavilion, Yuki's sanctuary is off limits." Kaname sternly muttered.
Yuki squeezed Kaname's hand, pulling his attention back on her. "Let me make it up to you after I take him to Seiren."
Kaname looked at her adoringly, "You don't need to do anything to make it up to me, Yuki." He whispered.
She lifted herself on her tip-toes and kissed his lips softly. Her eyes heavy from desire, looking unblinking into his. "I want to."
His blood bubbled from the heat of her stare, causing Kaname to hold his breath. His hand brushed over the delicate curve of her shoulder, peppered by rose. Pushing her hair from her neck, Kaname felt her brace for a bite. He sucked on the flesh of her throat, rubbing his tongue on the sweet-rose film on her skin. Her eyes closed in pleasure.
Kaname pulled back to whisper against her lips. "I will be waiting."
Yuki adorned a better form of attire before escorting Suki to Seiren. The silver-haired pureblood, second to the Imperial Lord and caretaker of Kaname and Yuki had the right temperament for guidance. She was Yuki's go-to regarding female issues when she was younger who bestowed her with utter kindness and compassion.
The tranquil facade of Seiren's broke into a rare smile at the sight of Yuki.
She bounded toward the pureblood, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and nuzzled her cheek. "Seiren!"
Seiren patted her squeezing arms. "You're coming to me today. Something happened?"
Yuki bobbed her head, nodding toward the reluctant shadow lingering by the door of Seiren's apartment in the palace. "I need you to lay some ground rules for Suki. He needs to reflect on his actions."
Seiren's gaze wandered cautiously over the black slime adorned in shoes, which were provided, no doubt, by Yuki. She continued to offer him articles and objects, one of the requirements of being a mistress. "It still makes me wonder why you chose the name for the No-creature. Why 'loved one?' " Seiren inclined her head inquisitively at the shadow. "Do you know?"
Suki trembled in front of the pureblood, not partly because she was second to the Imperial Lord, but partly because he had seen and heard about her unfathomable power. Her true form was an empirical dragon, that could take up seventeen layers in the dimension. As for the Imperial Lord, whose true form stayed on the fortieth layer, was larger than Seiren, who, as the legend went, in her true form perched like a tiny fly on his knee.
"I-I know not." Suki summed, dodging her piercing eyes.
"There's something to reflect on." Seiren pointed out. Glancing at Yuki, she smiled. "Are you being good lately?"
"I would never disappoint you." Yuki hadn't released her latch from her shoulders.
"Really, where you do sleep?" Seiren pressed.
Yuki promptly stole her arms back. "In the common room, of course. I can't share a bedroom with Suki. That would be very inappropriate."
"Inappropriate, yes," Seiren nodded along. "How does Little Light feel about your sleeping arrangement?"
She blanked, going on auto-pilot. "Kaname agrees it's for the best. He was the one to recommend it."
"Why haven't you used his bedroom?"
Yuki balked, attempting not to be found out was rendering difficult from her sterile line of questioning. "Why would I use his bedroom?" She mumbled.
Seiren smiled, "He doesn't use his bedroom in the villa, why not?"
She blinked brightly. "Right, yes. I can use it. I'm sure he won't mind."
Seiren debated Yuki for a moment. "How do you want me to handle the No-creature?" She asked instead.
"I trust you, Seiren. He needs to be surrounded by nice purebloods."
"That is quite a feat." Seiren supplied.
"Suki slipped today. Kaname was forced to defend me and got hurt." Yuki sadly relayed, "I think if Suki knows more, he will respond differently. He will have better outcomes in life."
Seiren nodded and stared at the quivering shadow. "The No-creature slipped out of the Cave of Infinite Madness. It is a residue of darkness from other dimensions. You gave him a nice name, can he live up to it?"
Suki bowed, "I will do my best."
"No-creature, you're blessed to have Little Light and Little Dark as your family. The pair are extraordinary, you might've heard."
"They are revered."
"They expect good things from you." Seiren informed, "You have powerful purebloods supporting you. Following this, you should consider repaying them by clearing up your act. Your hunger has to be transmuted into something other than killing. Can you try again?"
Suki nodded slowly.
o o o
A nymph entered the doors of his hall. Barefoot, long haired, pale skinned and red eyed, like her supple red lips. The thin drape around her shoulders left nothing to the imagination. He had seen her in the nude over a thousand times. The book slipped from his hand and slammed on the floor. Kaname gaped, astounded by the revelation before his eyes. Her bare breasts exquisite in the light, not so demure but perky. Her narrow ribcage exposed the tangible laps of bones as she approached the long aisle. As for her hips, small and perfect of her petite frame, with the flare of the drape parting to reveal the pocket between of her thighs. Kaname could not move. She did not stop, tarry or appear squeamish. Yuki was the kind of beauty that made him weak in the knees and his heart turn into a stampede.
She walked around his table, closing their distance. Her eyes lit with incandescent desire he knew too well. Her breathing sugarcoated by the sweetness of lust and love in her blood. The smell of roses and sunshine permeated her skin. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them down his torso.
Kaname found himself struggling to breathe. He inhaled sharply. "What happened to your clothes?" He rasped.
"A wolf took it." She tugged open his pants.
Wolf, meaning me?
Kaname transferred the thought to her mind.
Yuki smirked.
He could not believe the amount of desire fueling him just by looking at her and feeling how much she wanted him. Her hands firmly slipped inside his pants to find him, exactly as she thought she would. Hard, ready, hungry and demanding, as she was very warm, wet, yearning and craving. No one could walk his hall, dressed in a transparent drape with nothing on and touch him. Yet again, no one had this utter power over Kaname.
He could not believe his eyes. Kaname brushed the sheer material of the drape across her back. His hands swarmed around her hips, loving her softness. She knelt and took him in between her red lips, taking him back in her throat. He grunted from extreme pleasure and leaned against the table. She resumed to lick and swallow the evidence of his excitement. His penile tip trickled slowly with arousal. Yuki was immersed with the smooth texture of his penis against the flesh of her mouth and bobbed him against her throat. She pulled back, wheezing after a while and continued. Her other hand slipped beneath his penis to caress his balls. She could almost hear the sound of blood gushing into his penis, but she was careful not to nick him with her fangs.
She loved how he tasted, and the slight throbbing of the veins along his penis. Yuki rolled her tongue around the sensitive tip, kissed below the base and brought him back in her mouth in easy back and forth motions, at first. Kaname hadn't stopped watching from his height, his breathing uneven, his eyes blacker than before. The tension in his face heightened by pleasure that was hysterical, he could not believe it. He had to keep watching and not miss a second. How she loving took the time swallowing him up, slipping him again and again between her parting lips, how she rammed him forcefully on intervals in her throat and layered it with different amounts of pressure using her hands and the suction of her mouth.
He came on her tongue where she firmly held her head, drinking him in as he dispensed his pleasure toward the back of her throat. Yuki kissed the tip and down his length, not forgetting to run her tongue on his balls. He became even more sensitive from the sensation of her hot tongue.
She licked and swallowed his evidence down her throat. "Mmm."
Kaname tugged her from her knees, letting her naked front land against him. He heaved against her and pressed his forehead on hers. She continued to lick her mouth clean. He fiercely ensnared the flimsy drape, revealing her naked back and posterior. Her short legs dangled slightly off the floor as she rested against his slant on the table. Kaname turned them around and placed her on the table. She worked her hands in his clothes, undoing the buttons and removing the jacket hastily. He kissed her breasts and tipped her head back to lick up her throat, to her jawline. Kaname slipped a hand between her thighs where her wet lips were swollen from excitement, her arousal nectarine. He dipped a finger inside Yuki, finding her thick moisture the perfect amount. Standing between her legs, he widened them and penetrated her firmly.
She gasped from the roughness, her mouth hanging open as a means to gasp air as Kaname pumped into her thoroughly. Yuki flattened on the table, catching his thrusts by locking her thighs around him and moaned from the zealous power of his motions. He stretched the length of the thrust and pounded into her definitively. Kaname drew her up and rubbed his nose in her neck, unable to contain his franticness and bit her. Yuki hugged the back of his head and let the stream of blood flow into his mouth. He went on thrusting in her deliciously, slowly then fervently. She met his lips, licking the blood she found and delved his mouth.
Kaname suddenly extracted out of her. She gasped and blinked, feeling his roaming hands shift over her sides and hips before finally he turned her over. He planted her feet on the floor and plunged into her slowly from behind. Yuki hunched on the table, her legs quivering and her mind flooded by his smell, his touch and the pleasurable slick and slow dipping of his penis as he took her again. She caught the edge of the table to stabilize her hips. He thrust masterfully deep inside her sheath.
Yuki moaned from the contact of each stalling pound, craning her head back and declaring her cries of pleasure to the ceiling and the great hall loaded with books, resources and crafts, all written, complied and created by Kaname. He had an articulate mind but his lovemaking skills were remarkable, to her at least. His guiding hands clasped her hips tightly. Kaname drew back out before fusing back inside of her, disappearing. He felt her tremble and squeeze in the depth of the thrust. She pushed her rear into him insistently, welcoming and pulling him as much as she could. Kaname leaned over, tenderly, caressing her dark hair from her back to kiss down her spine. Tingles of pleasure floated down her skin, she reacted her arching her back and he squeezed both of her rear.
Yuki blushed brightly.
It would be hours before they emerged from the hall, not to return to the public or the palace, or the lake and the wilderness. They were locked in his bedroom at the villa. Tangled in a variety of things, arms and legs, no clothes, one sheet, no pillows. Having expended a great deal of his longing, lying on his stomach, Kaname lay pressed against her sweaty body. His head rested on her breast. One of her legs dangled over his thigh and the other lay tucked beneath the leg. In a forgotten tumble, they lay tossed and breathless in bed, connected, with the slightest engagement of movement Yuki rode into a spasm of unstoppable orgasm. His long left arm stretched down to uncover her clitoris. He was safely and deeply tucked inside of her, where she wanted him, where he belonged. His throbbing penis absolutely vigorous yet still and relaxed. They had drawn the curtains over the windows. Under the minimal light, their red eyes chimed in the shadows. The haze of love and desire propelling them to stay pressed, unguardedly against each other's nakedness.
Kaname lifted his head and swept his tongue on her left breast.
She turned her hip, groggily blinking under the tussle of long dark hair. Feeling his breadth in her safekeeping, she squeezed him from the inside and began moving her hips in a rolling and gliding manner. He rubbed her clitoris and sucked on the nipple dedicatedly.
Yuki moaned softly and strengthened the flexion of her hip, milking him back and out, thrilling in the slight difference of anxiousness right before Kaname swooped in to hit the delicious, intoxicating, mind-blowing spot in her. His gliding tongue switched to a caressing fang on the tip of her nipple. She shuddered. Kaname suckled her breast completely. She gasped alertly, fringing on another orgasm. With the practiced angling of their hips, Yuki glided up and down his shaft.
A sudden knock on the door compelled her eyes open.
"Yuki?" It was Seiren checking on her. "Are you asleep?"
Kaname raised glowing red eyes at her.
"Yes." Yuki panted.
"Alright."
He waited for her footsteps to recede out of the villa. Kaname massaged her clitoris, noticing her writhe beside him. He stopped abruptly, teasing, to notice her gasp. He returned to stroke her again, listening to her moan. He had given her almost everything and he should be drained of strength and arousal but he found himself reawakening from watching her reel from orgasm to orgasm. The female sexuality was potent. From laying together the first time, she was enduring longer and longer.
"After we confess our secret, eventually she is bound to see us," Kaname remarked. "Like this."
Yuki closed her eyes, sighing at his palpably slow thrust. "Intertwined with no intention to stop, we'd turn Seiren blind."
Kaname ran his tongue on the shell of her left breast, cupping her right breast firmly. "No one can stop us from being together. I won't share you with anyone."
Yuki lovingly dipped her hips down, squeezing him increasingly.
He clenched his eyes from the sensation of her walls holding and closing him.
"Do you think I want to see you with someone else?" She panted, "Never."
Kaname tugged Yuki toward him and straightened her hip, raising half of her left thigh up and embedded friskily inside her tightness. She squeezed, adding another layer to his pleasure. He burrowed into her neck, biting.
o o o
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