"Pretty sure you've got this the wrong was around," Zero whimpered, hips failing to fuck upwards for the millionth time as Kaname's hands held him prisoner.
Kaname hummed around Zero's cock, and Zero nearly cried from frustration.
"Please let me come, Kaname."
"Hmmm," Kaname pretended to debate it as he pulled off, idly grabbing the base of Zero's cock, preventing him from coming and blowing lightly over the dripping skin, so red it was nearly purple, visibly throbbing with need.
"Nope," Kaname grinned. No one should be able to look that fucking perfect after sucking cock for the past two hours Zero thought miserably.
"Is this a kink for you?" Zero asked, not for the first time. "Shit, how many do you have you mad vampire?"
Kaname's fangs descended to the mushroom head, coming way too close for Zero's peace of mind.
Kaname didn't let them scratch through the delicate skin; instead his new torture was to hold the razor-sharp fangs just above the head, and let Zero's pulse do the rest. Every heartbeat risked a scratch, and that only made his heart pound harder. Zero couldn't tear his eyes away, even when they blurred with tears he couldn't get the image out of his head. Fucking vampire.
"I could let you come," Kaname contemplated, bobbing up and down once, deep throating Zero right to the base in a second before he let him go and gripped tightly again.
"Yes," Zero agreed frantically, "Now, please, oh god, please master. I've been such a good pet, haven't I?"
Kaname chuckled, the sound reaching Zero slowly through the fog of desperation.
"Two hours ago, a performance like that might have tempted me to be merciful," Kaname praised, patting Zero's cock like it was a good dog. Zero flinched up into his touch, begging with his eyes, nearly missing the next part. "But now I require something more."
"Anything," Zero agreed instantly, "Please master, please please please," he bucked, but Kaname wouldn't let him move far.
"Oh ho," he smirked, and somewhere behind the rage of lust Zero felt something like suspicion, but it was soon lost to the overwhelming need to. Just. Fucking. Come. "Anything is it? Such a good pet."
Kaname stopped talking to kiss the tip of Zero's leaking cock. He was so oversensitive that pain and pleasure had blurred indistinguishably together. Kaname might as well have bitten it off as kiss it and Zero wouldn't care for at least two minutes.
"You may come," Kaname graciously permitted, "If you let me bite you."
"Fuck," Zero groaned. "Should have fucking known you stubborn bastard."
"Yes?" Kaname licked down, claws tickling his balls.
"No," Zero cried, back arching nearly forty-five degrees as Kaname sucked him down again.
"No?" Kaname said mildly. "Are you sure? As per our agreement," stroke, "I can have you all," stroke, "night," stroke, "long." Stroke stroke stroke. "And Zero, honey?" Stroke, suck, stroke, "We've barely begun." Kiss-scratch-stroke.
"You're killing me," Zero panted. "I'm – go-ing to -have -a –heart- att-ack- at- this -rate," the words were difficult to get out between the gasping screams.
He should have known a pureblood wouldn't pleasure a whore without a really fucking good reason.
"You can stop this at any time," Kaname said earnestly, only his eyes revealing his deep and unfathomable well of sadism. "You know you can, Zero. Let me help you, darling. Just say the words, and this will all be over."
Zero threw an arm over his eyes, shaking his head and trying for the thousandth time to dislodge Kaname's grip.
"My blood cannot smell that good," he said when he'd recovered a scrap of sanity.
"I'm not used to being denied," Kaname admitted in between those absolutely insanity inducing tiny nips up and down Zero's cock and around his balls and the highly sensitive skin between.
"I," Zero gasped, "Am sorry you were never refused toys as a child. Please show the mercy you were not and let me come."
"Hmm, let me think about that," Kaname murmured into his ear, nibbling the rim with his fangs, his breath dancing over Zero's skin. "How about no?"
"Fuck you," Zero panted. If Kaname just released him… he only needed a second without that vice like grip around him to come. He'd never had an orgasm out of self-preservation before, but now seemed like the perfect fucking time for one.
Kaname had, could and would keep this up for hours, Zero had to think of something else.
Thinking with an amorous pureblood so close to his neck wasn't easy.
"Come on Kaname," he tried, "This isn't fair. What is my consent worth when it's given under torture?"
"Torture?" Kaname started pinching Zero's nipples – and oh god they'd never felt like that before, fresh tears rolled down his face. "Zero, you flatterer."
"Kaname, oh god, my mind is, argh, private. Please, shit, don't make me give that to you, oh fuckfuckfuck."
Kaname paused, and for a moment Zero thought he'd done it, his cock gave another dozen happy jerks as Kaname's tight-fisted grip seemed to loosen… but no. Wishful thinking. Kaname's fist was as tight as ever the absolute bastard.
"Should have taken the offer of a house then."
Zero groaned. Kaname was pressed right up behind him, lips at his neck, just waiting for Zero to surrender.
It was maddening.
Then, Zero felt it.
Kaname had been hard for just as long as Zero, and if Zero was about to burst from lust, how was Kaname feeling? It wasn't much of an idea… but it was Kaname's fault for using lust as a weapon in the first place.
"Don't you want to come, master?" Zero asked meekly. "How can I serve you like this? Don't you want me to pleasure you?"
Kaname didn't reply, too busy licking over Zero's pulse point again and again and again.
Although the movement ached, so much Zero thought he really was having that stroke - Zero managed to thrust up against Kaname's hips, catching his cock between them and grinding himself up, rubbing it ruthlessly.
Oh yeah, Kaname wanted it. His cock was steel-hard and dripping. He had to have superhuman willpower to keep this up when he wanted it this bad. Oh well, his fault.
Time to turn the tables.
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With Kaname neatly distracting himself with Zero's neck, Zero twisted around, the sheets not sticking to his sweat dampened body – proof, if he'd ever needed any of how fucking expensive they had to be – until they were lying back to chest.
Kaname's fist was still tight around Zero's cock, his arm a chain over Zero's hip, but painful lust was an incredible motivator.
"Your blood smells amazing Zero," Kaname groaned, breaths panting hot against his neck. "I'll be gentle, I promise."
"No," Zero snapped. Fuck it he should have taken the money earlier and not come back to bed. He couldn't actually stop Kaname, and that was an uncomfortable thought. He wasn't used to being vulnerable just as a result of being born the way he was.
Kaname jerked hard against Zero's body, one rock-solid cock pressed tight up against his thighs.
"Wouldn't you rather take me Master?" Zero crooned softly. "You're so hard. Don't you want to come?" He didn't mind calling Kaname master- not when it clearly drove him wild. It was just a word, and the pureblood was far from the only vampire with a dominance fetish out there.
Lick, lick, lick.
"I want your blood more."
Feeling vaguely flattered and a lot annoyed, Zero changed tracks.
He thrust backwards, catching Kaname's cock between his arse cheeks, letting the purebloods pre-come smooth the way he rocked back and forward.
Kaname liked that. He liked it a lot.
He took over the movements, his elbow tightening, pressing Zero closer and keeping his cruel grip on Zero's purpling cock at the same time. His other hand was wound tight in Zero's hair. He thrust hard between Zero's cheeks, the passage just slick enough with sweat and pre-come to entice, and just dry enough for Kaname to have to work for it.
Self-control of a monk or not, Kaname had been hard for just as long as Zero, and there was no fist about his cock.
Kaname came, groaning into Zero's neck as wet sticky come splashed between his cheeks, body rigid and taught behind him, pressing him so tight, Zero's ribs creaked with the pressure. Zero didn't care.
Kaname's fist had finally loosened – too lost in his own pleasure to be cruel - Zero didn't waste the chance he'd been dying for however many hours it had been.
He came in a fountain of desperation, as hard as he ever had in his life, back arching inhumanly, he cried out in sheer relief, his come splattering down over his thighs and stomach and the sheets.
"Well," Kaname said softly, as Zero cried a few tears of thank fucking fuck, his entire body a ball of aching relief. "I guess we'll just have to start again."
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I'm amazed at how many people like this, so here's an extra quick update.