A/N - Had to get something out to prove I'm still alive.
Aidou brushed past the footman attempting to block his way. Didn't they understand that this was important? If Kaname had taken a new lover, Aidou needed to see for himself.
Statistically speaking, it should have been a red headed female, but Sandra had said it was a male.
Aidou had raced for his car, foregoing a driver in his haste to get to Kuran Castle.
It couldn't be a pet. Kaname didn't bite humans. He'd hate to have a companion always hanging around, in his space. Kaname just wasn't like that. Outside of his Court, he preferred one-day stands, vampires who knew their place, who served him and left. A pet was too…permanent.
If Kaname had wanted someone to hand, well then, Aidou was more than willing to offer. Kaname didn't need a 'D when he had his entire Court around. They were all 'B's and much more deserving of Kaname's time and affections. They could certainly serve him better in the bedroom.
It just couldn't be true. Sandra was mistaken. He should have a word with her actually, she shouldn't …
Aidou froze, one hand on the doorknob of Kaname's study.
There were noises coming from inside. In shock, he hastily jumped back and the noises stopped. Oh Night, Aidou panicked, had they heard him, was Kaname angry? He couldn't hear anything…
Oh. Of course. Wards. Two-way, probably. Safe enough, as long as he was quick and Kaname remained distracted.
Aidou touched the handle again, the touch making him a part of the circuit and allowing him to eavesdrop. He grimaced immediately. It was definitely a male voice. This wasn't fair.
"Oh god, Kaname."
Aidou felt sick with jealousy. Footsteps racing behind him told him he had seconds before the guards made a nuisance of themselves.
He had to risk it. He had to know.
Aidou ducked down and pressed his eye to the keyhole.
The scene would forever be engrained in his mind.
The back of an elegant couch, mahogany, the dark wood a perfect contrast to the silver hair hanging off one end, attached to a face he recognised, although he'd never seen such an expression on that face before. It had always been scowls and glares – not bliss.
"Kaname, please," begged the unsettlingly sultry voice of Zero Bleeding Kiryuu.
The mind boggled. Even Aidou's genius brain was not up to the task of processing the scene.
The couch, both mercifully and frustratingly, blocked his view, but it was all too clear what was going on.
The legs dangling off the other side of the couch were Kaname's. Aidou would recognise them anywhere.
His mind tried to protect itself – but the logistics of the position were all too clear. His mind immediately grasped the only answer and he wanted to weep. The length of the couch put Kaname's head somewhere around Kiryuu's waist. He was… pleasuring Kiryuu.
Kiryuu.
The 'D clearly had no idea of the honour he was receiving, else he wouldn't be begging for it to be over.
This was unseemly. Why didn't Kaname want Aidou on his couch with hands bound?
"What was that, pet?" Kaname's sly whisper sent shivers through Aidou despite the distance.
"Fucking get me off already," Kiryuu spat. Aidou seethed at the disrespect, and there was no mistaking his identity now. Only that brat would talk to Kaname that way when he should have been thanking him.
Aidou staggered away from the door, unable to process the knowledge and dizzy with sheer jealousy.
"Sir! Kuran-sama is not to be disturbed. If you insist on seeing him, I must ask you to wait in the parlour."
The footman, herding him politely back down the corridor. Blood and ashes.
"No it's fine," Aidou said, too dazed from the revelation to give him a piece of his mind. "I'll call later," he mumbled.
He left the castle with a mission. There was one way to fix this: call Akatsuki and drag him to Dracula's Bite. He needed alcohol. So much alcohol.
#
"He's gone," Kaname said, pulling away from Zero.
"Oh good. Going to let me come now then?"
"Now why would I do that?" Kaname laughed, leaning up to press an affectionate peck to Zero's lips. "I do like that flush on your cheeks when you're desperate you know. It's…captivating." He brushed a feather light kiss on the cheek in question, smirking unbearably smugly.
"Fuck off," Zero squirmed, twisting as free as he could get with his hands tied to the leg of the couch they were currently defiling.
"As you wish," Kaname agreed cheerfully – and left the couch, meandering over to a sideboard where he casually poured himself a glass of bloodwine from the crystal decanter waiting there.
Leaving Zero fully aroused and utterly incapable of relieving himself.
"You are such a dick," Zero groaned, settling back for a long wait. "Can you tie me up somewhere better at least, my neck aches from holding myself up like this."
"Want me to kiss it better?"
Zero shivered involuntarily at the memory of Kaname's bite. "Don't you dare," he snapped, just in time to save himself from an embarrassing pause.
"Pity," Kaname replied, leaning against the sideboard and sipping his wine, watching Zero. "I'd love a photo of you like this Zero. You are a truly entrancing vampire."
Zero scowled. His vampire-bullshit sense was tingling.
"Why are you buttering me up? I'm already yours for the weekend."
Kaname sighed and finished his wine. "It's an honest compliment Zero. You are beautiful."
"Uh huh. And…?"
"And nothing," Kaname replied, approaching him again and untying him – thank fuck.
Zero stood groaning as he stretched his back and twisted his neck about, massaging it idly. They'd been positioned waiting for Aidou for a good hour and Kaname had been his usual bastard self for all of it. He ached and yet it lacked the good ache that came from a thorough fuck.
Well… if Kaname wasn't going to get him off.
He casually looked over at the pureblood and knew he had no chance of managing a few hidden strokes to get him over the edge. Kaname's gaze was too intent.
"That wasn't a show," Zero sighed.
"Your every move is a show Zero. Your grace is enchanting."
"OK, seriously, what is it? You've never been embarrassed about a kink before. Just spit it out."
Kaname rolled his eyes. "There's no kink and it's not a trap, but whilst you're up – bend over my desk."
Zero smirked and sashayed over. "There, was that so hard?"
"So hard," Kaname replied, and Zero could feel the weight of Kaname's gaze on his backside and the plug still in it. "But that is unrelated to your inability to accept compliments."
Zero snorted and slowly bent over the vast expanse of carved mahogany, making sure Kaname got a good view and finding himself a few handholds. It was a good wide desk; he wouldn't have to fight gravity to stay on it for once. Nor was it likely to break under them.
"If you wanted to play therapist you should have left me on the couch," Zero replied mildly. He did not need the pureblood to get any further inside his head than the bastard already was. "Now, you've got five seconds to come over here and fuck me before I take matters into my own hands. Literally."
Kaname's speed was slightly terrifying. Somewhere in the nanosecond after he'd spoken, Kaname was between his thighs, pants down and cock out, leaning over him to press his wrists against the wood.
"Taunting me is one of your many delightful traits, kitten."
"More or less delightful than my arse?"
Kaname stroked a long line down his spine, warm and firm, ending at the plug which he quickly drew out, ignoring Zero's hiss at the cold air, replacing it with his cock unceremoniously.
"Less," Kaname breathed hotly into his ear, laying over him, "definitely less." He pressed in deeper, hot and slow, groaning slightly as he pulled out.
Another hour later, and Zero was back on the couch, panting weakly as his body attempted to recover. Kaname was way too good a fuck for his sanity.
"Open up."
Zero cracked an eye and sighed. "You are such a cliché," he said, eyeing the cut cherry with as much wariness as a loaded gun. "Can't I feed myself?"
"No."
Well he was quite hungry. Zero leaned forward and snatched the fruit from the proffered fork.
"Now what?" He asked.
"Now, we plan. Fujiwara arrives tomorrow around midnight. He'll hear rumours tonight once Aidou gets drunk enough, I need him to see you in person, so you'll be joining my Court for all of the formalities. The greeting tomorrow, the dinner, the entertainment…"
"If I'm part of the entertainment, Kuran, I'll-"
"No," Kaname snapped immediately. "You're mine."
Zero raised an eyebrow. That had been weird.
"Uh huh."
Kaname joined him on the couch and promptly leant over him, laying between his thighs. He kissed his neck, pointedly, and Zero supressed another fucking shiver.
One consequence of the bite: increased sensitivity, possible addiction. Depressingly, he was pretty sure the other consequences would be much worse.
"No one touches you. Not even Takuma, OK? They aren't allowed and if they do it's a challenge to me."
Zero sighed as loudly as he could, and pushed Kaname over until they were side by side.
"And if my fingers brush Takuma's when he passes me the salt?"
Kaname squirmed, and his eyes were full of sheer sulkiness. It was a great look on him. Zero tried not to let his victory show on his face. He was pretty sure he failed.
"Fine. He would live. But if-"
"If Ruka kicks me when I'm kneeling at your feet?"
"She wouldn't."
"She will once she knows you're fucking me."
"Oh stop giving me that look Zero. I understand. You're a free being. But we're playing by my rules here, and my bloodline is known for possessiveness. It's only a matter of time until I will have to make an example."
There was a knock at the door.
"Enter," Kaname called, not moving an inch from the couch, where he lay as naked as Zero.
Zero blanched and scrambled for his clothing – strewn all over the room. "Master!" He was mortified and lucky he'd remembered not to call Kaname by name in time.
"Nancy, what is it?" Kaname grinned at Zero, enjoying his desperate attempts to cover himself. He ended up sitting on the couch, his shirt over his lap, glaring at Kaname. It was perfect.
"The tailors have arrived with Kiryu-san's clothes; you wished to be informed immediately."
"So I did. Zero – don't bother getting dressed, dear, the tailor is going to need to exact measurements for the alterations. I had to take my best guess when ordering, so they might be a little tight."
Kuran was such a bastard.
"Oh I'm not sure I'd be comfortable undressing in front of anyone but you, Master," Zero faked a blush and looked demurely at his barely covered lap. "Are you sure you won't be jealous?"
"You know, you're so right, darling," Kaname replied sweetly enough that Zero knew he was dying of laughter inside. "I think I had better stay…and supervise."
That sounded like a terrible idea.
"Oh, but I wouldn't want to keep you," Zero hurriedly tried to backtrack. "I know you're busy, master."
Master, master, master. Zero wanted to roll his eyes so badly.
"I'm never too busy for you pet." Kaname countered smoothly. "Nancy? Send them in would you?"
And that was how Zero found himself standing on a pedestal, clad only in his hastily-located underwear, surrounded by vampires armed to the fangs, ha ha, with needles and measuring tapes.
Kaname lounged, half-dressed and incandescent with satiation, helping himself to the bowl of cherries like they were popcorn as Zero suffered.
"Kuran-sama, do you prefer the mauve or the grape? And may I take this opportunity to compliment you on such a unique pet. His eyes really are outstanding."
"Mauve, and yes, he is gorgeous isn't he?"
Cue titters, as the many, many assistants – young vampires all, glanced between Zero's bare hips, marked with obvious handprint bruises and Kaname's half-buttoned shirt – practically radiating post-coital smugness.
No points for guessing what they'd been up to.
Zero would be annoyed about being talked about, not to, but he was being a good little pet right now.
"I am finished but for the collar measurements," the tailor announced gravely and, turning to Kaname he added, "with your permission, Kuran-sama."
"Granted," Kaname said, a little more serious himself and Zero couldn't help but note how the bevy of assistants had backed away and quietened as the tailor put on gloves.
Apparently, this was a vampire thing.
Zero thought about it, and swiftly made his face a little shy as the tailor looped a tape measure around his neck from an amusingly distance away.
His gloved hands didn't once touch Zero's skin, nor did he tighten the tape to get an accurate reading as he had done around Zero's waist. The tape appeared to be weighted on one end and the tailor was using the swing of it to measure. He was very quick about it too, it was done in seconds and then the man was backing further away to write it down.
Zero was unsurprised to see Kaname getting up and oh so casually brushing his hand down Zero's neck as he pretended to help Zero down from the stool.
"All done?"
"Yes Kuran-sama. The alterations will be complete in three hours."
"Very good. Nancy will see you to appropriate rooms."
When they were alone again, Zero looked expectantly at Kaname.
"Let me guess, touching my neck was a death sentence."
Kaname rolled his eyes.