Chapter 4: Condemned

Zero POV

One was given too much time to think about things. Being left with your thoughts was enough to drive anyone insane, and Zero was breaching that point of insanity.

These same thoughts, these same torturing recurring thoughts, the crude images and the repetitive abuse... These chains... These damned chains.

This darkness... This wretched life...

It was like his life was on constant repeat, and he was growing sick of it; growing sick with every passing second as that sanity slowly abandoned him, like everyone in his life ever did.

He had no hope; no hope at all. That once bright sparkling light that shone among the ever-black darkness now just seemed to be a small dim glow; far, and out of reach.

Yuki... She wasn't his anymore, she was never his. He'd come to terms with it. He'd finally accepted it. She had forgotten about him, he was sure. She never loved him the way he loved her, it was always him that was stuck at the forefront of her mind. Slowly and slowly he had been losing her without really realising it, forever losing that battle he seemed stuck in, the battle he would always inevitably lose.

A man could only dream. No matter what happened; he would always have his dreams, well, what was left of them (which were pretty much next to nothing at all.) Even Kuran would haunt him in the most pleasant of dreams, spreading that poisonous venom he'd grown so accustomed to... throughout his vision, throughout his mind; spreading that corruption, through to his very soul.

And it was times like those when he would scream. Scream and cry out into the nothingness... Hoping that-just someone-would hear this desperate plea for help and set him free... Set him free from the beast that watches over him, that owns him.

Consumed, condemned forever in this isolating darkness he was, always thinking that things couldn't get worse than they already were, until of course, he showed up, again...

Kuran.

He could feel him. Feel him all around him, invading his space, those evil tendrils clawing at his skin making him relentlessly shudder at that horrible ghost of a feeling.

He hissed at the shadows, knowing he was there, somewhere. His eyes flickered red at that sudden wave of bloodlust that washed over him. Fangs bared, he hissed once more as that same sick twisted smirk that was plastered upon the purebloods face emerged from the shadows

"Hungry, are we?" The voice sneered. That mocking tone made him want to tear out that damn leech's throat. Zero's entire body tensed with anger as he continued his pointless struggles to free himself from the cuffs, anything to lunge himself at the vampire and tear apart at his very form so it was Kuran laying at his feet instead. The chains began to cut deeply into his skin as he yanked harshly on them. The warm blood trailed down his arms, burning against the contrast of his ice cold skin.

He was there, just there, at arm's length. So close, yet so far away, looking at Zero with that same sick fascination. He tried so hard, tried so hard to reach out to the figure, to claw at it with all his might, but efforts were all but futile. All Zero looked like through Kaname's eyes was a cat that just had its tail stepped on seeking its petty angered revenge as he witnessed those sharp fangs and claws bared at him, arms flailing about in the air, it was as if he were looking upon a rabid otherworldly creature. Only then did Kaname have the nerve to smile at him, that same fowl amusement dancing across those pale features.

Son of a bitch

Zero fell absolutely motionless as he stared at Kuran's next action in utter shock as he pulled his member out of his trousers.

Something at the back of his mind told him he knew where this was going... But he didn't even want to think about it. He didn't want to think about what the idiot would force him to do this time.

He turned his head away and forced himself back against the wall, trying to crush himself as close to it as possible with each step closer the pureblood came, hoping to disappear into the rough texture of the stone wall. He couldn't look in his eye, He wouldn't. He wouldn't give him what he wanted, not this time. He couldn't... He just couldn't.

He couldn't succumb to the beast within him.

He'd rather die.

Kuran grabbed him harshly by the back of the neck and forced him to the floor on his knees with a loud grunt. The pureblood held his already half erect cock readily in front of the hunters face marred with disgust as if Zero already knew what he had to do.

Daring to look up into the eyes of Kuran was a big mistake. That emotionless gaze threatened a 'Are we going to do this the easy way, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?' It would always be the hard way. He may have lost his freedom, his free will, but he will never lose his pride. He wouldn't let that pride fall again, not for an action so low.

He thought he heard an irritated sigh from the male that stood before him before he brought his slender fingers to his arousal, slowly raking long sharp nails along the sensitive skin. That forbidden crimson elixir just leaking out of the newly made wounds so temptingly. The thirst hit zero like a thousand viciously possessed waves tortured and crushed the delicate sands of a beach; it was a persistent repetitive motion that slowly and mercilessly weared away at him, until there was nothing left but the insignificant rubble of his remaining will.

Kuran was just so cruel...

That next wave that hit him was strong, threatening to wash away all that remained. A low growl sounded. He wasn't sure if that escaped his own lips or Kuran's.

Zero's eyes watered, as did his mouth. His fangs protruding ever so painfully, he tried with what will was left to resist... He pulled back his head while those fangs strained forward, while that tongue tried so hard not to lap out and claim its prize...

No. He told himself sternly. You will not.

His head inched ever so slightly closer as they went deeper... the cuts went deeper and deeper... and the blood just wouldn't stop seeping out. He tried to look away, but Kuran's hold on him would not let him turn away. It was falling, dripping with a deliberate slowness to the cold hard floor... it was wasting... wasting away.

That infamous beast was clawing away at Zero's insides, going absolutely crazy. He could feel something inside him change, and for a split second he was scared. He didn't feel like himself... There was nothing he could do about it, it was beyond his control.

His will had shattered in all but an instant.

Subconsciously he ran his tongue along the underside of the purebloods length. Slowly, he lapped up any drips of blood that dare waste and fall to the ground with the rest of droplets that now formed a small puddle between them. He could hear a brief moan from above him but he paid it no heed... The substance was so good... Deviously controlling, and devilishly enticing.

As much satisfaction and control the blood gave his inner beast, it was all but killing him inside. It wasn't solely the pureblood keeping him alive, it was himself. His efforts at resistance to drink such the heavenly elixir were futile; as they crumbled in all but an instant. It was impossible. When he could see, and smell his prize, how could he possibly control the beast residing within? Kaname was a damn cheater, and wasn't ashamed of that fact.

Zero raked his teeth along the skin, making the all too quick healing wounds re-open as his tongue followed its seductive trail, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on the flesh hard. He was unaware of the effect this had on the pureblood, Zero couldn't even register what was happening, he could just feel it in his mouth, trembling, and quivering. He could feel the pleasure his beast derived from this as he listened to the thought that entered his mind.

'Why do I bother resisting when it's so good..?'

The pureblood elicited another low feral moan, pushing his leaking cock further into the warmth of the hunter's mouth, and thrust in and out lightly. The delicious little sensations that tingled beneath his hot, wet skin drew him quickly close to his end. It slid fluidly in and out of his mouth; it seemed easier to extract the blood this way. Controlled and light movements turned into sloppy and uncontrolled as Kaname's hit erratically bucked into the wet warmth that was all Zero's mouth.. If Zero was in control of himself right now, he was sure that he would be outraged at the fact his beast was enjoying the rough treatment.

Masochist.

He almost forgot where he was, and what he was doing until the pureblood came, the mix of both the sticky substances merging together, sweet and sour with a disgusting tangy taste. The brunette sighed heavily in contentment, all the pent up stress he'd been feeling lately released into the hunter's mouth.

Realising what had just happened in his moment of severe weakness, he was snapped harshly back into reality. Before his beast could swallow it, he coughed and spluttered the liquid out of his mouth.

His eyes widened in disbelief at the fact that yet again he'd caved. He was a weak willed man; pathetic. If he could honestly take his own life now, he wouldn't spare another second, save himself at least a little dignity. If he had any left at all that is. He'd practically given the pureblood a blowjob and he was disgusted to say that his own pants had grown rather tight in the process... He grimaced. The problem only grew when Kuran settled his foot in between his two thighs, grinding with a light forcefulness against his own growing arousal.

Before he could stop it, a low moan escaped his lips. He brought a hand to his mouth immediately in shame. The pureblood only continued to rub his foot up against him, with a new sadistic fervour.

"S-stop" Zero whimpered feebly, yet found himself grinding against the foot between his legs. He heard a light chuckle from above him. Why was he doing this to him? He repeatedly asked himself. Why the hell was I responding? He questioned himself more angrily. He couldn't imagine a scenario where he'd ever do this willingly; letting him use him, letting him touch him like this. As much as he tried to envision it, it was impossible. He would never want this. Not with him.

Before Zero knew it, his own release closed in on him. The overwhelming pleasure stirred a coiling desire that clenched his lower abdomen tightly with the desperate need to come. "Uh" He threw his head back as a look of ecstasy crossed his disgusted and troubled features.

"You're truly sick, you know that?" Kaname laughed as if he enjoyed watching Zero's inner turmoil plain and clearly mask his blood stained face... God that absolutely pissed Zero off, no, absolutely infuriated him that someone like him could say that to him. He could feel that untamed fury brew inside him.

"I'm sick? I'M SICK?! You fucking rape me and you have the nerve to call me sick?!" He yelled looking up at the pureblood, that raging fire burning in his eye. Zero had lost it several times like this, and was sure this wasn't the only time it was going to happen.

A clean slap across the face. He could feel his right cheek begin to sting as it turned his usually pale complexion bright red. He winced at the pain as he brought his hand to caress his burning cheek. So this was how Aido felt when he was slapped by the pureblood, a little too often. He growled and then an even greater pain struck him. A painful strike to his ribs slammed him ferociously against the stone wall, the sound of the chains rattled at the force.

As time went on, Zero had learnt. He had learn that these encounters with stupid vampire could either be undeniably pleasurable, or unbearably is what it was like, it could go from as something pleasurable like that, to drastically changing in all but an instant, and all it took was a simple action, a simple word, a simple sentence for it to be agonizing. His head rolled to the side, cheek meeting the cool stone wall. If not for the burning sensation, he might've felt relaxed for a brief moment.

"Hmph" Zero groaned and brought both his arms to embrace himself. He was sure they were broken, if not severely bruised. He wanted to fight back, he wanted to be able to harm him as equally as bad, and wipe that irritating smirk off his face. He wanted him to feel pain, an ounce of his own eternal suffering he so miserably had to live through.

Their eyes locked once more before the pureblood once again vanished. The look in Kaname's eye told him that this wasn't over, and that he'd be back again before he knew it. He sighed shakily, the sharp pain in his ribs renewing every time he inhaled and exhaled the air so cold it hurt. It was okay though, it would heal before he knew it, and that was the sad part of it all... It wouldn't kill him.

Used and broken, he was left once again with his thoughts and the confining darkness, only to wonder.

Wondering if this was the sad, tormented fate he was truly condemned to.

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