Notes: This is the third and final story in the Beginnings AU. It's a little longer and will probably be 3 chapters.

Chapter Summary: Zero wants to take Kaname clubbing and Hanabusa tries to help him get ready.

Warnings: Bad language and sexy situations. The usual.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight. I'm just playing around.

Chapter 1 – Ready

Kaname stood, letting the water run over his shoulders, his eyes closed as he worked the shampoo into a lather. Tonight was a big night and he wanted to look as good as he possibly could and that included clean, shiny soft hair. He was going dancing with Zero and he was hoping it would be a special night. Tonight they were going a club called Pleasure Dome. He still couldn't quite believe he'd agreed to do this.

They had been eating pizza with Seth over at Zero's apartment. Kaname had been trying to do some homework while Seth and Zero flipped TV channels and discussed the local nightlife. Seth had mentioned a club called Pleasure Dome. Kaname, one ear on their conversation and the rest of him focused on his homework, had casually commented he thought that was a funny name. Seth had told him the club was named after the title of the first Frankie Goes to Hollywood album. Kaname had looked completely blank and Zero had huffed exasperatedly, muttering something about business students and living in a bubble.

Over the next few weeks, Kaname had found himself the recipient of a crash course on electronic music. Seth in particular thought it was his responsibility to educate Kaname on the subject. Surprisingly, Kaname actually liked some of it, especially dreamy vocal trance stuff, and tech house music with its repetitive rhythms. It helped him stay energized when he had to stay up late working to meet a class deadline.

Zero had decided that since Kaname liked trance and house so much maybe they should go clubbing. Kaname argued that he wasn't a good dancer but Zero had smirked and said he was probably better than most people dancing at the Pleasure Dome. Kaname hadn't quite known what to make of that comment. Especially later when they were at the campus coffee shop. Seth had snickered when Zero casually mentioned his plan and then asked Kaname if he had any clubbing clothes.

"He doesn't need them. He looks great no matter what he's wearing," Zero had interjected, giving Kaname a long look up and down. Kaname had responded to that look with a full body blush and Zero had seen that and smiled, moving a little closer, resting his hand at the small of his back.

So now he was getting ready to go clubbing: With his boyfriend. Kaname still couldn't quite believe it but he'd been with Zero for a couple of months now. They'd been spending a lot of time together and Kaname was discovering that he was a very sensual person. Almost everything Zero said or did turned him on and he was usually so sexually wound up in Zero's presence that there were times he felt as if he was in actual pain. Honestly, he had no idea how Zero managed. Kaname sighed and shampooed his hair again just like it suggested on the bottle: Shampoo, rinse, repeat.

Over the course of the last few months Zero and he had explored each other enthusiastically and done pretty much everything except have actual penetrative sex. Zero had never rushed him, always letting him move forward at a pace he felt comfortable with. Kaname thought he was ready and had tried to let Zero know subtly but Zero ignored his – admittedly pathetic – attempts at seduction. Maybe he was so subtle Zero didn't even realize what Kaname was doing. He'd have to come right out and let Zero know soon, before he became the first documented case of spontaneous self-combustion. But what the hell was he going to say? He couldn't see himself saying something like "Take me big boy – I'm all yours."

Shit.

Sure their relationship was rooted in sexual attraction but for Kaname it was becoming so much more. He was seriously falling, had fallen, for Zero and he was pretty sure Zero felt something similar. So it was ironic that he wanted to express how he felt by sleeping with Zero. But how could he let Zero know? Maybe he could ask Hanabusa since he had a ringside seat at Kaname's circus. That's right. Step right up, folks. Watch the amazing Kaname as he performs incredible feats of daring by biting his lip seductively and looking at his boyfriend from under his lashes.

Double shit!

Kaname added conditioner to his hair, thinking about their previous dates. The sexual attraction had been intense from the moment they'd laid eyes on each other. They'd met at a dance club and shared their first kiss in that club. The very next day they'd met for coffee and he'd ended up at Zero's apartment. Zero had used his mouth on him there giving him his first but by no means, his last blow job. For their third date Zero had cooked him dinner. They'd had wine and pasta and feeling bold and a little tipsy, he'd kissed Zero while they were washing the dishes. That had led to a heavy groping session, which had only ended when they brought each other off using their hands. They'd never left the kitchen! Kaname still got slightly aroused whenever he saw the bottle of dish soap sitting innocently on the counter next to Zero's sink.

The swim meet couldn't really be called a date but Kaname had attended in part to see what a swim meet was all about and also because secretly, he was dying to see Zero in his swimsuit. Hanabusa had come along too for what he insisted was emotional support though, Kaname was pretty sure it was more likely because of all the eye candy wandering around. Still, going to the meet hadn't been the best idea. The noise and humidity was overwhelming and he'd spent his time alternately amazed at the speed and grace that Zero possessed when swimming and trying not to get a hard-on while watching Zero wander around wet and mostly naked. Zero had asked him to come to the next meet and cheer him on but Kaname didn't think he could take that kind of torture again anytime soon.

Kaname rinsed then stayed in the shower for a few more minutes thinking of the grossest scenes from Zero's favourite zombie movie until he was no longer hard. No matter how accepting or easygoing the other guys on his floor were, you didn't stand around in the communal bathroom with a hard-on. Finally he was able to step out of the shower, unconsciously continuing his original train of thought about their get togethers as he rubbed himself dry.

When Zero had taken him to the music building to practice piano for the first time they'd spent the better part of their time making out, kissing and rubbing against each other. Zero had arranged to meet him there and had arrived wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt that had an angry looking sausage on the front. The sausage had little hands on his non-existent hips and the words "bite me" were written underneath.

Kaname had been feeling aroused before he even saw Zero but Zero in ripped jeans was so fucking hot; and from the smirk he'd given Kaname, Zero had known exactly what he was doing to him. Two could play at that game though. Kaname, eyes glinting with mischief, had accepted the shirt's challenge and had bitten Zero gently, just above the collar of his shirt. Zero had been late for cello practice and it had taken a long time after Zero left before Kaname was able to focus on playing piano.

They didn't spend all their time together sequestered like a couple of co-dependent sex addicts though. They did hang out with other people too and had gotten to know some of each other's friends. Zero had come over to the dorm for gaming a few times. He'd gotten to know Hanabusa, Akatsuki, Takuma and Senri. Well technically, he'd already known Senri slightly but none of the others.

Kaname had very good eye-hand coordination but Zero's was as good if not better. That first night, even though he'd been new to the adventure game they were playing, the silver haired student had quickly become quite good. Kaname had been enjoying watching the way Zero played. He used his entire body, his brows furloughed and the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips as he concentrated. Kaname knew he had a tendency to do this too but it looked so sexy on Zero.

He'd been intensely aware of Zero's physical presence, distracted by the way Zero's shirt pulled across his shoulders as he'd moved his controller and Hanabusa had mortally wounded Kaname while he was staring at Zero's muscled back instead of the screen. Zero had finished him off, grinning and leaving Kaname to sit on the sidelines.

Everyone was getting along well with Zero and Kaname was pleased but he was bored and physically frustrated. When he'd blurted out an invitation for Zero to see his CD collection Zero had looked up in surprise and on screen Hanabusa killed him instantly, cackling with satisfaction.

Zero had followed Kaname to his room. "How many CD's do you have?" he'd asked as he turned from closing the door. Kaname had sheepishly explained that most of his music was stored on his laptop. Zero had scrolled through his music, raising his eyes at a few items and expressing agreement with several others. He'd lain on Kaname's bed on his stomach and Kaname had sat next to him on the bed and softly stroked his back, gradually working his way down to the firm muscles of Zero's ass.

Zero had closed the laptop at that point and pulled Kaname down against him. They'd kissed a lot then and Zero had touched him with his hands and his mouth, making Kaname's mind blank out and his muscles weak with desire. It was the first time Kaname had been shirtless in front of Zero and the way Zero had touched him, alternately biting then sucking his nipples and chest had made it difficult to keep quiet. Kaname had gotten Zero's shirt off too but when he had tried to unzip Zero's fly he'd been rebuffed gently.

Zero had explained he didn't think it was the time or place and that he didn't put it past one of Kaname's friends or the R.A. to come and "check" on them. For some reason that had made Kaname think of those old black and white movies his mother had been so fond of. She'd told him once that in those days when they'd been filming a bedroom scene the rules of the Actor's Guild stated that one of the actors had to keep a foot on the floor at all times, so as to avoid impropriety. Kaname had wanted impropriety, damn it!

He'd pressed Zero who kept refusing and shaking his head until he finally came right out and admitted, "I said I can be patient but fuck, Kaname! I know I'm not strong enough to handle both of us being completely naked and not take you. You have no idea how much I want to but I don't think that's what you're offering."

Zero had stared at him, looking almost desperate. "Besides," he'd continued softly, "I think our first time together shouldn't be somewhere where anyone can interrupt us, you know?"

It had made sense and Kaname had reluctantly agreed. Zero had looked at him then and Kaname couldn't quite interpret his expression. He'd never seen Zero look like at him like that before. Zero's jaw had shifted and his lips had twitched then he'd placed his hand on Kaname's hard-on, cupping his balls and sliding his palm between Kaname's legs, pressing fingertips against his ass.

"I can touch you here if you like. I want to. Do you want me to?" he'd whispered, voice almost sounding ragged.

Kaname had nodded breathlessly and Zero had begun kissing him again and with the way Zero was using his tongue and pressing tight against him, Kaname had been too far-gone to feel embarrassed that Zero was unzipping and removing his pants and his underwear. He'd lain there then as Zero had sat back on his heels and just looked at him. Kaname was nervous but sure. He trusted Zero and he wanted this. Zero's eyes had flared and gleamed as he'd looked at him and touched Kaname all over, licking, kissing, nipping, stroking. Kaname had shyly told him there was a small tube of lube in his drawer and if Zero was surprised he didn't show it. He merely retrieved the unopened tube and broke the seal. Using the lube as he touched him gently with the pad of his finger, pressing lightly, opening, testing, teasing. He stroked and kissed Kaname while he was doing this and Kaname had buried his face in Zero's shoulder, leaving a wet patch on his skin where his mouth had pressed against Zero as he panted and groaned.

Afterwards, Kaname had put his pants on and slowly, deliberately taken Zero's off. He'd explored Zero then. Kissing him, touching him, taking Zero's hard length into his mouth, mapping the taste and feel of him with his lips and tongue. Zero had been still, careful even, touching his hair and stroking his face gently. Kaname hadn't been especially confident. He knew he was fumbling and somewhat clumsy at this, but Zero hadn't seemed to mind. He'd shuddered and moaned as Kaname licked and sucked him and afterwards he'd been able to feel Zero's body trembling with something: Fatique? Emotion? He wasn't sure.

Later, Kaname had traced the pattern of Zero's tattoo with his fingertips. He'd asked for the meaning behind the bold, dark lines of ink. Zero had told him he'd designed the tattoo and Ichiru had drawn it out for him. He'd explained he wanted to look different, to be different. He was a twin and shared his image with his brother. He had the same interest and talents as his musician parents. The tattoo was something that only he had: Something unique to him. It made him feel distinct and individual Zero explained and Kaname had understood. After all, most of his life he'd been identified and acknowledged as a member of the wealthy and powerful Kuran conglomerate and rarely as an individual. He understood Zero's need to separate his identity from that of his brother and parents.

"Hey Kuran. You going out tonight?"

The voice broke into his thoughts abruptly and Kaname realized he had no idea how long he'd been standing there with a thousand mile stare, his towel wrapped around his waist.

He looked up guiltily. One of his dorm mates was looking at him curiously.

"Yeah," he answered awkwardly.

The other boy looked at him mildly and shrugged. As he left the bathroom he tossed "Have fun," casually over his shoulder .

Thoroughly dry, Kaname tugged on his underwear quickly, dropping the towel at the last possible minute and almost involuntarily glancing at the mirror. He flushed at the reflection of himself wearing the ridiculously tiny pair of briefs that Hanabusa had insisted he buy. He'd explained they were the only ones that would work under the snug, soft black pants he would wear tonight. Kaname hadn't wanted the pants either but once Hanabusa had discovered he was going clubbing with Zero he had been adamant that Kaname needed the right clothes and his classic fit jeans were not good enough. Apparently the Pleasure Dome was much edgier than the club where he'd met Zero.

He struggled into the pants. Kaname had envisioned his friend pressuring him to buy leather pants and a fishnet tank top but he'd been wrong. The pants Hanabusa had encouraged him to buy were form fitting but Hanabusa assured him they weren't too tight. They were made of a soft slightly stretchy fabric and Kaname could move freely but the way they clung to his hips, even he had to admit boxers were impossible and there was no way he was going commando. They'd argued over the shirts too. Hanabusa had tried to get him to choose from tight fitting shirts that were several inches too short and exposed a lot of his stomach. He'd refused and finally they'd agreed on a looser, long sleeved t-shirt in an almost slinky feeling fabric that was a burnished dark red. The colour was so dark it was bordering on black.

Kaname pulled on the shirt and eyed himself critically. The pants were definitely tight but the shirt was looser and shifted and shimmered subtly as he moved. Kaname frowned, stepping closer to the mirror. The fabric was so sheer he could almost see his nipples and his navel. The material whispered and rubbed against his body every time he took a breath, making his nipples stiffen and peak. He hadn't even tried it on at the store. He'd just been glad to get out of there with something they'd both agreed on. Hanabusa had probably known the shirt was almost see-through. That's why he'd given up so easily. Damn him!

As if conjured up by Kaname's curses, Hanabusa sashayed into the bathroom and hopped up onto the counter giving Kaname a critical inspection.

"Well, well. Look at you," he grinned annoyingly.

Kaname shot him an acidic glare. "The pants are too tight and the shirt's almost see-through."

"Yeah. You look completely and utterly fuckable."

Kaname, about to have a meltdown of epic proportions, stilled and looked at Hanabusa.

"Really?" he asked, half nervous, half thrilled.

"Absolutely. Even a saint would have a hard time keeping his hands off you and Zero's no saint, right?"

"I guess," Kaname responded uncertainly. He was beginning to wonder.

"Want some guy liner?" Hanabusa offered. "I could smudge a little under your eyes. Sexy you up even more."

"No! No eye liner, no body glitter, no cologne, no hair spray. Nothing else," Kaname responded emphatically. He felt weird enough dressed as he was without making it any worse.

"Your going to let your hair air dry aren't you," Hanabusa asked him, clearly exasperated.

"Yes," Kaname answered, tossing his head rebelliously.

Hanabusa rolled his eyes but he was smiling. "Utterly fuckable," he repeated fondly, shaking his head.

End chapter.