"What the fuck, Kaname?"
Zero tried not to panic as invisible tendrils of power lifted his arms above his head and held them fast against the ornately carved headboard. He hated feeling trapped.
Innocent was not an expression the pureblood carried off well.
"Don't move them."
Zero shuddered, hearing an odd echo to Kaname's words and feeling something shift inside him. His heart starting racing, and for the first time he wondered if he'd made a mistake in coming here. That hadn't been an idle phrase – Zero had only ever felt it once before, but it was an impossible sensation to forget.
Shizuka.
That had been an order – a command from a pureblood to a lesser vampire. One he couldn't disobey if his life depended on it.
He tried anyway. Of course he tried.
His fingers would flex, his shoulders could tense, but nothing in between would move to matter how hard he strained. His mind just wouldn't translate thought to action. It was deeply unsettling. Wrist to shoulder, he was paralysed.
"Going to struggle?" Kaname purred, watching intently, satisfaction clear in his eyes.
Zero sneered, hiding his unease. He had a terrible feeling that panicking; kicking, or screaming would be a very bad idea. He didn't like the look in Kaname's eyes whatsoever.
"I said kinks by negotiation only, leech."
Kaname – the weirdo – chuckled. He pressed a kiss to Zero's collarbone with a hint of fang. "Well then," another nip, "in the interests of fair warning," a sharper nip, "a little bondage, like so," Zero's arms gave an involuntarily jerk as if he needed the reminder of his paralysis. "A little dominance play," Kaname moved to lick a nipple, tongue rasping like a cat's over the increasingly sensitive flesh, "maybe a few toys if we have time," he moved to the other nipple, leaving the first red and sore, "and of course, I'm going bareback."
It was all said in a very pleasant, polite and conversational manner, not a hint of a blush to be seen anywhere. Zero had seriously misjudged him at school if he'd ever thought this vampire was a prude.
"Naturally," Zero sighed, letting his head flop down onto the pillows, hoping his apathy would irritate Kaname. The motion strained his shoulders, but he was trying not to think about how helpless he was. "Get on with it would you? I'm not getting any cheaper." He spread his legs wider, letting Kaname fall a little deeper between them.
Kaname rose above him, resting himself on his forearms to either side of Zero's head, making a cage of flesh. Zero knew the allusion was deliberate, and so refused to be unnerved. Kaname was just being his usual bastard self.
His cock was at his entrance. Zero felt the blunt wet head at his hole and felt his heart start to pound. Kaname wasn't a small vampire.
Zero had, in fact, prepared thoroughly before leaving his shitty apartment. Most of his clients didn't have the patience to wait, and found the task disgusting or annoying depending on whether or not they were being fooled into pretending it was just like a woman or were paying by the hour. At least if Zero did it then it was done properly.
It had been hours since then, and no matter how much he hated it, Zero was also a vampire. He'd inherited their healing factor. Usually it was a good thing. Tonight, it wasn't.
This was going to hurt so badly come dawn.
Kaname looked Zero dead in the eye, and thrust forward.
It hurt. Bastard.
Kaname was inside him in one shove, having forced himself all the way in, balls resting heavily against Zero's lower cheeks. Zero's back arched, but Kaname's hands locked down on his shoulders, freezing him in place as he struggled not to cry out or push him off or otherwise embarrass himself.
Fucking vampiric pureblooded leech of a bastard. Pus-filled wart on a whore's arse. Dried blood in a desert - that really burned.
Zero took a deep breath, fought a wince, and forced his body back down to the mattress. He needed to relax his muscles or this was going to get worse. Kaname was hardly the first client who liked a little pain with his pleasure or the first to like Zero's pain in particular. This was Kaname's show, bought and paid for. A few more hours and he could forget this had ever happened, and in the mean time, he'd get an orgasm or two out of it. The pain would pass, and bonus, he wouldn't have to work tomorrow. He could even order a pizza with the money he'd earned tonight.
Zero calmed at the thought, easing his body down, letting the muscles adjust.
That was it. It was done; it would only get easier from here on out. The bigger threat was from Kaname's fangs. This close, stopping Kaname from biting him was impossible. He had to prepare for the worst – if Kaname made that choice, there'd be no escape. The most Zero could hope for was to see it coming.
Kaname's eyes were closed in the bliss of that first stroke. He hissed a long slow breath, fangs worrying clear against his lower lip – and as Kaname withdrew, Zero knew why.
Blood.
Kaname had torn him, the bloodsucker. When he pulled out, blood followed, and Zero could smell it in the air – which meant Kaname could smell it even more.
Bad idea.
The pureblood was no E when it came to self-control, but Zero didn't like how the stakes had just been raised. Kaname might just want his blood for another way to fuck with him, but it was also not something Zero was prepared to give, and he didn't trust Kaname's self-control that much; not when blood was already in the air.
"How many have been inside you?" Kaname asked as he sank back in with a groan of pleasure.
"None of your fucking business," Zero gasped out, claws ripping the headboard as he forced the pain down. Shit shit shit he was going to be healing for a week fucking pureblood.
"Mmm," Kaname obviously wasn't listening as he took Zero hard, thrusting fast and long. Cock reaching too far inside and hands too tight on his shoulders. For fuck's sake his collarbone was about to crack. "I wish I'd been first."
"Dream on," Zero spat. At least if he was talking he wasn't biting.
"I do, and now that I've found you -," he cut off with a grunt as Zero clenched hard, knees locking tight around Kaname's ribs in retaliation. It made him release Zero's shoulders, finally, leaving perfectly formed bruises there in the shape of his hands.
Zero side-eyed them and sighed in resignation. Kaname glanced down at them and smirked.
Zero narrowed his eyes, wishing he had the use of his arms to punch the fucker in the face. When Kaname condescended to meet his gaze, the pureblood smiled at the promise of violence and pulled his cock out.
Then he slammed it back inside, deeply, never pulling free entirely and never dropping his gaze. Well, Zero certainly wasn't going to blink first. He locked his eyes on the pureblood and refused to look away, blink or tear up as Kaname slid inside, again and again.
Zero hissed and swore at him as Kaname left bruises and scratches all down the back of Zero's legs, and all around his waist. His entrance was sore, and there was a line of fire to his guts as Kaname speared forward, uncaring, carving himself a path to pleasure through Zero's flesh.
"Keep your claws to yourself!" Zero roared as he flinched away from another five slices down his thigh. Blood now stained the sheets freely and the scent was all around them.
"Am I damaging the merchandise?" Kaname teased, pausing long enough to bend down and capture Zero's lips in a kiss. Zero kissed back, angrily, making sure the pureblood felt all of his irritation in the movement of his lips. When Kaname's tongue tried to push in, Zero captured it with his fangs, biting down, just a bit, a minor futile warning.
He wasn't stupid enough to draw the other's blood – he knew the price of it would be impossible to pay – but he wanted Kaname to know that Zero wasn't rolling over for him. If he wasn't being paid – he wouldn't be here, and the vampire shouldn't forget that.
Of course, Kaname decided that he liked Zero's threat.
Both their eyes were open – red to lilac – and Zero could see how far the red slits dilated as the pureblood registered Zero's own fangs so close to his blood, the ultimate taboo of vampire society. It was just Zero's luck that his threat turned out to be a kink for the more powerful vampire.
Discomforted to his bones, Zero let go and drew back a few centimetres, panting.
"You're such a freak, Kaname," Zero wondered with bemusement.
Kaname grinned and kissed him again. Zero kept his mouth shut this time, not willing to play a game where the cost of losing was so high, but Kaname was wily. He'd found something he liked and he wasn't going to stop until he got it again.
Kaname jerked his hips once – up and in – straight into the prostrate he'd been ignoring all this time. Zero gasped as pleasure sparked in that nerveless fire– and then it was too late. Kaname's tongue was inside, licking Zero's fangs up and down, daring him to bite as he wrapped his tongue about them like a snake, warm and pulsing.
It felt incredible, and for once it wasn't something Zero had done before, preferring to ignore his vampire side whenever possible. His fangs – he hadn't known they could feel so good. Sensation just poured from them in a direct line to his brain. Teeth didn't normally register temperature unless there was something wrong, but Kaname's tongue felt warm, the wet massage felt like sinking into a hot bath with extra electricity for a good kick or two.
Oh god.
Zero trembled, his muscles weak. He'd had pure blood before. He knew what a high it was, he'd felt like superman for a whole fucking week from a mouthful – and it was right there, less than a millimetre away and he could have it.
But Zero knew purebloods, too. They were crafty, inhuman creatures. Kaname was tempting him, and if Zero bit, the trap would snap shut and it would be bye bye Zero.
He didn't bite, but it was a long, hard, struggle. Kaname had torn him open, had clawed him from head to toe. Blood stained the sheets, each other, and the air. He was thirsty. Blood tablets weren't exactly cheap either. Zero deserved to take a sip to heal, it was being offered… and thinking like that would only play into the purebloods' game somehow. Fuck Kaname to hell for making him feel like a vampire.
Bait untaken, Kaname stopped licking Zero's fangs and gave him a strange look. Zero grinned too widely, smug himself, and made a pretence of laying back, relaxed as he could be despite his arms being unnaturally pinned above him.
The strength with which Kaname shoved his cock into Zero's tunnel said he was pissed off – which meant Zero had been right. That had been a trap.
Zero grinned wider. Kaname glared, twisted his hips slightly – and Zero choked as the battering ram inside him went for his prostrate again, hard.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Zero screamed, too breathless to do more than choke really. His arms screamed with pain as he nearly dislocated his own shoulders, when his arms wouldn't move but the rest of him jerked about like a landed fish.
"Does it hurt, pet?" Kaname crooned mockingly, balancing himself on one hand as the other caressed Zero's cheek too intimately. The menace in the other vampire's aura could not be disguised.
"Fuck you," Zero spat.
Kaname looked delighted. "Zero," he teased, "If you haven't noticed, it's the other way around."
To prove his point, he slid inside, stayed there, and rocked forward – pushing, pushing, Zero slid an inch up the bed from the force of it.
"Alright, fuck," Zero howled, there was no room left inside him. If Kaname moved another fraction, he was going to burst.
"That's what I thought," Kaname backed off both physically and verbally, whatever vampire possessive crap he was feeling satiated for now. "Darling."
Zero's arms dropped to the mattress without warning, and he sucked in the curse he was about to spit, having to stop a whimper as the pain in them from being stretched was allowed to register once more.
Now of course, he had the problem of what to do with them. He wasn't going to clutch at Kaname's shoulders like a lover, but leaving them out to his side just felt awkward.
For fuck's sake, he'd never had this many problems with any other client.
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A/N: - Well?