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Kaname could probably tell that his thoughts were wondering. His cock struck the place inside that made Zero feel horribly warm and shivery all over a dozen times. When the trembling little hitching motions had subsided, Zero found himself clutching pathetically at Kaname's shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist like a python, with the heels of his feet pressing tight against smooth buttocks, forcing Kaname intimately close.
The purebloods aura was smug, so Zero knew he'd been played, again. He went with it anyway, rocking with Kaname, sliding together, letting sweat build between their skin, letting it ease the way, letting their breath mingle in the speck of space between their faces. Eye contact was clearly something Kaname liked in bed; he hadn't stopped watching Zero since Zero had lain down on his back.
Kaname's eyes were that otherworldly shade of red. It glowed too much to be blood red, but it was far too dark to be just red. It was kind of fascinating really. Kaname was not human, but only the eyes would ever reveal the secret. Zero's eyes didn't look that enticing even when the blood lust was on him and he was instinctively at his most alluring.
The pace shifted. Suddenly, they were rocking vampire-fast and the bed groaned in protest as the board smacked against the wall. The friction was awful. Zero kept it together as well as he could, but it really fucking hurt. Could one get blisters inside? Blood, saliva and pre-come were not the equivalent of real lube and Kaname's pace was not kind to his weaker body – and fuck the vampire sideways with a rusty, spiked and acidic dildo for making Zero admit to that.
He bit his lips to keep the pained noises inside, making bright red petals of blood bead from the surface. Kaname's eyes snapped down to them, and Zero realised his mistake. He should have just whimpered. More blood in the air was a wretched idea. Fuck fuck fuck, Kaname was going to bite – Zero stopped breathing all together with the fear of it -but Kaname's fangs did not move.
Instead, Kaname snapped his eyes closed, shuddered from head to toe, and came in three agonisingly brutal thrusts.
The slick heat shooting into him was sticky and annoying, but it was so many orders of magnitude better than being bitten that Zero almost didn't care for the indignity of it. Then Kaname collapsed on top of him, inconsiderate bastard, all boneless with relaxation and still making tiny thrusts as he rode out the aftershocks of orgasm, and forced yet more seed into Zero's increasingly uncomfortable flesh and Zero soon found that he did care after all.
"Get off," Zero grunted the moment Kaname stopped. "You're heavy."
"I like it here," Kaname murmured, his voice a low seductive whisper. Zero manfully ignored, because, naturally, it didn't interest him at all.
Kaname lifted his head slightly, just enough to look at Zero with unfathomable sincerity. "Zero?" he whispered, "You have no idea how intoxicating the scent of your blood is." Zero stiffened, but Kaname was impossibly to push off. "Please," he continued gently, beseechingly, "pretty please, will you let me taste you?"
Zero shuddered from head to toe. Kaname was begging. He was being all graceful about it sure, but he'd been reduced to please and let me. Zero knew what that meant to Kaname. Having any pureblood beg a 'D, having this pureblood beg Zero… it was insanely erotic. A powerful temptation – and utterly forbidden.
A trigger Zero didn't even know he had.
Conniving bastard.
"No," he rasped, swallowed, and said it again to remind himself. "No. Are you done? Can I go?" Getting the fuck out of here before Kaname turned him inside out seemed like a fucking incredible idea all round.
"No," Kaname snapped, aura thick with frustration. He reared back, cock slipping free with a faint squelching sound and a rush of liquid. Lifting himself up an inch or two, he reached under to Zero's chest and flipped him over onto his front.
"Bite a pillow if you must. We're nowhere near done."
Kaname lowered himself back down, directly onto Zero back. Their thighs slid against each other, and his cock once more found it's favourite place and drove back home, fully hard once more.
Zero sighed, loud enough to make sure Kaname heard it, and did indeed stretch an arm to get a pillow and drag it nearer. He laid his head down on the heavenly softness and focused on keeping his mouth shut.
Being used again before he'd had a chance to heal was leagues away from arousing, but at least with Kaname he didn't have to pretend, or try to encourage an erection for form's sake. In fact, it would probably piss Kaname off to know how little Zero was enjoying this. Zero buried a smirk into the pillow and tried to project an aura of boredom.
There were no fancy tricks this time. Kaname simply powered inside Zero with a barrage of rough thrusts but apparently that didn't satisfy the bastard's latest need for control, because he grabbed the back of Zero's neck with one marble hand and clamped it tightly, a warning if there ever was one.
Zero heeded it and kept quiet, rocking back gently when Kaname's speed allowed for it, bearing down on the invading cock, trying to keep his entrance loose and unresisting.
Had he pushed back too much? Fucking pureblood and his fragile ego. Kaname hadn't seemed like the type to get offended by his mouth, and Zero despised him for making him feel like this. He'd never had to worry about offending a client before. He could hold himself pretty well against C's and D's, and with a little preparation, the rare lower B he encountered could be fought too.
Purebloods on the other hand, well, even Yagari didn't start trouble there.
Just get it over with, he thought as Kaname slammed in hard enough to force a grunt from him. Let him win whatever this was, and then get the money and go. Pay up the rent, and all problems solved for a good long while.
The hand on his neck tightened.
"Pay attention when you're in my bed, Zero."
Zero rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, master," he called, louder than necessary, "oh yeah, fuck me, just like that, oh it's so good," he crooned.
Kaname stopped. Oh fuck it, and Zero really had meant to keep his mouth shut.
"Not enough?" Zero asked, despairing of his tongue as it sprinted ahead of his survival instincts without a care in the world. "Master, please, I need you."
White sensation blinded him for the next eon as Kaname scorched his pleasure centre with a very well aimed campaign. Zero lost all sense of awareness until it was over, leaving him wrecked and limp.
When he came to, Kaname was pressed fully against Zero's back. There was a strange pins and needles sensation in his legs, and an awful wet sensation around his thighs that told Zero the pureblood had found his release inside, again.
Panting, Zero shuddered as Kaname pulled out entirely, a trickle of semen following his cock out.
"I could get used to you calling me Master, Zero," Kaname purred, pressing a kiss into Zero's sweaty hair, and pulling his body over to press lengthways against his own. Bastard, Zero thought, furious. It was bad enough that he couldn't move without Kaname fucking Kuran moving him about without so much as a by your fucking leave.
"How'd I guess?" Zero drawled, the sarcasm less effective than he'd prefer since he was still out of breath. How did the fucking pureblood do it? He wasn't even sweating.
"Bath?" Kaname offered, even though they'd only just washed – not that Zero was refusing, he felt disgusting.
"Fine," Zero shrugged, and he forced himself up before Kaname could carry him again, staggering into the bathroom as quickly as he could, on bowed and shaky legs, before the rest of Kaname's seed could leak. He was desperate to wash the scent of blood off of him before Kaname snapped. It was the only reason he walked through the pain throbbing with every step.
The bath was already full, and steaming. Zero eyed it distrustfully.
"Did someone come in to run this whilst we were fucking?"
"Naturally," Kaname replied, prowling past as naked as the night he was born, and giving Zero's rear a firm squeeze as he did. It sent a bolt of agony up his spine, lifting him onto his toes – to Kaname's clear amusement.
Zero side-eyed him, and gave it up. Fucking purebloods. Of course Kaname didn't care if a servant saw him fucking a whore because they were just servants, naturally.
Worse: Zero could apparently predict how Kaname thought now. When had that happened?
He got in, because he wanted to be clean more than he cared for latent embarrassment.
Kaname got in with him, because apparently, they were not done.
"I should have charged more," Zero complained, eyeing Kaname's half-hard cock with resigned misery.
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