Zero jumped, flinched as he jerked his back about, and cursed loudly into the duvet for his troubles. Fucking vampires. He hadn't heard a thing. Then he flinched again as his Hunter senses loudly reported the sudden presence of a pureblooded vampire, half a minute too fucking late to be of any use.
Only after the pulsing cascade of pain faded, did Zero register what Kaname had actually said.
"I fucking knew it," Zero howled, spitting cotton out of his mouth, "I knew you'd spring something out of the fucking blue." He forced his arms under him and propped himself up so that he could meet Kuran's eyes. "Absolutely not, Kuran. What the fuck do you want them for?" He paused, mind spinning hazily, "Wait, don't answer that – blackmail right? Well sit on a stake and swivel, you utter prat."
Kaname – who'd had time to disrobe somewhere between the lounge and the bedroom – sat on the edge of the mattress, at a right angle to Zero's splayed form. He reached out a hand – Zero tensed – and traced one of his welts with the lightest possible touch. In fact, Zero would almost call it reverent. That was so fucking disturbing, that he instantly repressed the memory.
"I want to immortalise the picture you make here, Zero. Do you have any idea how you look? No, of course you don't."
Kaname's smile was almost sad. "You must know you're beautiful."
He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all, so Zero shrugged, heavily, deliberately inciting a fresh wave of pain from neck to coccyx, neatly erasing the sensation of delicate hands on his overly sensitive flesh.
"It pays the bills – speaking of, would you just fucking get on with said fucking already? I actually have other things to do tonight."
"It's a true pity that no ink will ever capture your spirit. I'd paint a portrait if I thought you'd lie still long enough."
"Kinks are extra," Zero repeated for what felt like the thousandth time, "And you have to burn it afterwards where I can roll in the fucking ashes. God knows what you really want with it."
"I was thinking of hanging it above the fireplace in Kuran Castle."
Zero snorted and flopped back down, keep a single wary eye on his client whilst the rest of him tried to recover.
"Which room?"
Kaname's reply was too swift. "The ballroom, when I'm eventually forced to host one, the dining room and the lounge when I have guests, my bedroom the rest of the time."
He could just picture the faces of all those snooty aristocrats, desperately trying to keep their composure with his naked arse on display; How they'd twist and contort, trying to say the right thing whilst frantically trying to work out why it was there and what it really meant.
"It'd almost be worth it," Zero chuckled appreciatively, "except your lackeys would recognise me. And, you know, you'd use it somehow to force me into being your pet."
There was a guilty pause, and Zero snorted again, loud in victory.
"Force is such a nasty word. I prefer, entice, persuade, lure, tempt and seduce."
Kaname's hand travelled southwards, meaningfully. Zero sighed. "About time."
Kaname hummed, and then grabbed Zero by the ankles and pulled. Zero yelled as he was spun about to lie on the bed properly.
"Warning is good, Kuran," Zero snapped, fuming "We've fucking talked about this."
Kaname ignored him, as per fucking usual, and straddled Zero's arse.
Good. As soon as Kaname got his, Zero was pulling on his jeans and leaving no matter what state he was in. He was drawing the fucking line.
He indulged in a fantasy of a hot shower, fresh groceries, and ten hours of sleep for an entire minute before he realised Kaname's weight over his hips wasn't moving.
And then he heard it.
A slick rhythmic slapping sound. Zero forced his torso off the bed a little and twisted his head around to double check.
Oh for fuck's sake.
Yep.
He'd heard right.
Kuran was freaking masturbating, back arched, cock jutting and wet, eyes fixed solely on Zero's back as he fisted his length with intent.
Zero twisted even more just to check they were both seeing the same thing. Uh huh. Endless red welts, purplish bruising, and uneven lumps of swollen tissue. It was as ugly as fuck and Kuran was jerking off?
"Fucking weirdo," Zero proclaimed light-headed, and fell back down, head spinning from the effort. Whatever. At least he was getting a fucking break.
Kaname came in short order – absolutely silent in his bliss - and Zero felt the warm wet splatter of come across his back. He grimaced at the sensation, but at least that was one round down.
There was a second as Kaname recovered, his weight falling down more heavily upon Zero – and then Kaname actually started massaging it in. His much warmer fingers were rough as they moved over his welts, prodding, pushing, and smoothing.
Zero might have blanked out for a minute there; What the fuck on a repeating banner circling around in his head.
"This is some more bullshit vampire territory marking isn't it?" Zero realised too late.
"Yes," Kaname confirmed smugly. "Pet."
It hurt, a lot, but Zero stubbornly kept quiet as Kaname pressed down onto his lashed skin, spreading what was essentially salt into the wounds. His skin wasn't broken, but the pressure was awful.
Kaname was paying however, and it was harmless enough as fetishes went.
"You know I'll be taking a shower after this?" Zero needled spiteful due to his temporary paralysis. "With lots of hot water, and soap, and maybe bleach depending on how the rest of this night goes."
In answer, Kaname licked his fingers clean and fucked inside in one strong push.
Zero screamed in pain, legs and arms thrashing about as if he'd been electrocuted, trying to pull away and push Kaname off in the same instant. Not that Kaname let him, the tosser.
There was no lube, no preparation; just Kaname's cock – already recovered, bastard – thrusting deep into him, dry, rough, and it fucking hurt like Hell as he broke through the rings of muscle in rapid succession.
"Bastard bastard bastard," Zero chanted, holding himself perfectly still as he breathed harshly into the sheets, fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were white and pulsing.
"There'll be no washing this away," Kaname promised darkly – and pulled out.
Blood hit the air like a sledgehammer, and Zero wanted to cry as his thirst leaped to the front of his mind again. Blood. BloodBloodBlood. Blood. BLOOD.
"Fuck," he whimpered. It was his blood – blood that was as nutritious as cardboard for him. It wasn't fair that it stirred his thirst so easily.
"Do that again," Kaname ordered, as he pushed back inside, a thrust of his hips angling upwards to – oh that should not feel as good as it did.
"I am going to kill you," Zero promised, vehemently, as Kaname tore inside with a battery of staccato thrusts – every millimetre of his fucking cock invading as deep as it could get.
Kaname spasmed with lust; Death threats really got him going – and fuck but Zero should have guessed that – ow ow ow. Son of a bitch.
"You can try," Kaname purred, not pausing in his desperate movements even as he bent his head to nip at Zero's ear with a decidedly fangy snap. "Do you know what the law is, pet, if you try but don't succeed? Can you imagine, the things I'd do to you in retribution?"
He groaned and fucked even harder. The fantasies fuelling his need because he was fucked up.
Zero could imagine. To try would be to break the law – heck even planning to touch a level A was death, the vampire's only thought crime. Failing would put him squarely in Kaname's power. It would shatter whatever speck of pride or honour it was that stopped Kaname from just making him stay and be his fucking pet like he obviously wanted.
If word got out, there'd be millions of vampires frothing at the mouth for his blood – and they'd be eager to drag him before Kaname for justice, if he even managed to escape and survive the attempt in the first place, just for a fucking pat on the head from their lord and master.
"I'd find a way," Zero swore as Kaname split him in two. It's not like he cared if he survived the attempt.
"Suicide isn't an option," Kaname ordered knowing exactly where his thoughts had gone, hands fisting the sheets either side of Zero's head for more leverage, his hips were spanking Zero's arse with the pace. "I'd come for your little friends. All of them. Hotaru. Stacey. Mashiro. The workers at the soup kitchen. Fuck, Zero, just like that, yes. That grocery story you like, the blonde at the charity shop who puts clothes aside for you. Harder, come on. They'd all pay in your place, and Zero? I'd be furious. Fuck-fuck-fuck. They wouldn't die for centuries."
Driving inside with one last bed-cracking shove of his hips, Kaname held his position, back arching, neck straining, eyes closed tight in pleasure as he released an enormous load, filling Zero with wave after wave of himself.
Kaname groaned, pushing forward insatiably, and Zero choked off a grunt as he felt the seed inside, stinging his open wounds and stating Kuran's claim.
Kaname stayed inside for quite a while, making a dozen little jerks as the deluge of seed eased off, pushing every last spurt inside before he pulled out slowly and wetly, rolling over to lie next to Zero, propped up on one arm. He still wasn't breathing hard, Zero noted whilst he struggled to stay conscious. Passing out here would be deadly. Who knew what Kaname would try with him unable to defend himself.
"You look thoroughly ravaged," Kaname teased and Zero knew he was baiting him with that word. "I think that might be the best we've managed so far. I haven't come that hard in months."
Zero pressed his face into the pillows. He was so goddamned thirsty. Kuran's purest of the pure blood was lying two inches away – and his skin was no thicker than his. His fangs could pierce it easily.
Zero deserved that blood. Kaname was practically begging him to take it, acting all promiscuous with all that skin on display. He wasn't even trying to hide the scent of his divine blood. What a slut. Zero ought to punish him. He'd just take a sip or two to heal. He was owed that much. It wouldn't even be difficult. Kuran was right there.
No. No. No.
That was blood lust talking, Zero realised, almost too late. Half of his thoughts didn't even make sense. Fuck fuck fuck.
And wait, what the fuck had Kuran said earlier?
"You've been spying on me," Zero realised in horror. "Oh you fucker."
He should have known.
"I have not," Kaname denied easily, and swiftly ruined it with, "Do you think I have that sort of time?"
"You named people, Kaname that's – oh fuck me, stop fucking around with word play. Which minion did you send you, you – control freak?"
"Seiren," Kaname admitted, playing with a strand of Zero's hair.
Well, Zero thought that was better than nothing, shaking Kuran off and grunting with annoyance when Kaname just reached for another strand. God knew any of Kuran's other hanger-on's would have been a right nightmare, and embarrassing. He didn't want anyone he'd known before to know what he was doing. He wasn't exactly ashamed or anything, it was just a conversation best avoided. He didn't want pity.
"She was discreet."
"I don't fucking care," Zero was too tired for this crap. He carefully wiggled his body away from Kaname – ow, fucking ow - and swung his feet off the side.
"Where's my cash?"
"What if I'm not done with you?" Kaname didn't move an inch, still lying where Zero had left him, propped up on one elbow, and watching Zero with a half-smile on his face.
Zero scoffed and started to carefully lever his body upright.
"I'm done with you – unless there's some other massive invasion of privacy you want to confess to?"
Blithely ignoring that, Kaname tilted his head, red eyes amused. "You can't even walk this time," he was smirking. "I certainly took care of that. You have to stay."
"I'll manage," Zero hissed, and succeeded in standing up.
Ow.
"Fucking hell," Zero swore, staring down at his legs and –yes – there was blood literally running down the inside of his thighs. He glared at Kaname, accusingly.
Mistake. The bloodlust was no longer drowned by outrage. Heck, it was worse. He felt a thrill of terror race through him. Maybe it wasn't bloodlust – he'd never felt this awful before. Maybe this was how the End began. Was he already insane? Would he even know?
"Thirsty, Zero?" Kaname crooned. He leaned back on his elbows amongst the ruined sheets, blood – Zero's blood smearing all over his flawless skin as he rolled. The fucker was arching his neck.
"This was deliberate," Zero realised, panting from pain and instinct. His throat was murder. He closed his eyes as he saw Kaname's trap too late.
A/N - So, I'm back from holiday! Hope this was worth the little wait :)