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Zero groaned, clutching Kaname closer as the vampire thrust deeply into his body.
Slow seemed to be Kaname's kink tonight, the pureblood simply refused to rush, ravishing Zero patiently and almost too thoroughly, inexorably pushing him closer and closer to bliss.
Except, Zero never quiet got there. The moment Kaname sensed he was close (and the bastard always knew) he would stop and wait, smugly, for Zero to calm down before he staretd again.
Kaname was a cruel, cruel lover.
Client.
Zero casually let one hand drift up Kaname's shoulder to his neck and scratched lightly over the spot he knew drove Kaname wild.
Kaname arched into it for a second, and then grabbed Zero's hand and dragged it up over his head, pinning it down on the mattress.
"Oh no, my dear," he whispered into Zero's ear. "I'm being good."
Zero shivered, which did some very interesting things to his body when Kaname was already so far inside him.
"I like it when you're rough," Zero replied urgently, struggling vainly to free his arm and bucking his hips. "You know I do."
Kaname leered. It was an unfairly attractive expression. Zero felt that having to endure a blush of arousal mid-fuck was really pushing his tolerance for his own ridiculous body.
"You complain when I'm rough, you complain when I'm gentle… Zero, you are a very hard vampire to please, unless you just like to bitch?"
He accompanied the final word with a particularly well-aimed thrust, underscoring their relative positions.
"You're the bitch here," Zero snapped rocking up to chase more of that nerve-searing pleasure, fighting against the press of Kaname's body that kept him captive.
Kaname laughed, and pulled out leaving Zero achingly empty, sliding down Zero's sweat slick body until he could swallow him down.
"If you don't hurry up-" Zero threatened breathlessly, hoping and fearing in the same lust filled fantasy that Kaname planned another three hour long extravaganza down there.
"You'll what?" Kaname asked, sliding off to look up at him, "Delete my number? Refuse my money? Tell me to go?"
Zero hated him.
"I hate you."
He searched around for a threat that would work and failed. The hard truth was that without Kaname, Zero would have been sleeping in a dumpster months ago.
He kept his mouth shut, hating the self-pity.
Surprisingly, his silence seemed to bother Kaname, who returned to pleasuring him with a vengeance. Feeling petty and victorious, Zero remained quiet – refusing to make a sound as Kaname's slick warm mouth engulfed him.
He wondered, with a surge of irrational jealously, who had had the pleasure of Kaname's mouth before him. Who had the pureblood practiced on to get this insufferably good at it?
Oh fuck, Kaname was really good at this.
Zero climbed the golden peak, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as he finally toppled over the edge, pleasure sweeping through him and whiting out his vision for that one perfect moment.
"Lovely. Lets see how long I can keep you there. Now, don't bitch at being too sensitive, I'm just going to -"
Zero really, really hated him.
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Kaname did eventually tire.
"I pity your Court," Zero mumbled, gingerly rolling over from wet patch to wet patch. God but he ached. It was a good ache – a nice deep throb in every muscle that chorused fuck yeah – but it still ached.
"Why?" Kaname asked, wearing nothing but his shirt, Zero reluctantly (and silently) admitted that it was a very good look for the pureblood. He had fantastic legs.
"They entertain you all the time," Zero said, not feeling like it was something that had to be explained. He saw Kaname once a month. The other twenty-nine nights the pureblood preyed on his Court to sate his unnatural appetites. They might have a stronger healing factor going for them – but dear god did he pity them.
There was also a vague hint of jealousy, but Zero was sure that was a post-coital hallucination.
"I haven't slept with any of them in months," Kaname said absently, now happily exploring Zero's flat whilst Zero was too fucked out to stop him. "Why do you have twelve cans of beans? You don't even like beans."
"They were on offer and – wait, how do you know I don't like them?"
Kaname ignored him, which was answer enough.
Then the rest of what he said caught up to Zero.
"Wait, what? None of them?"
"No, didn't really feel like it. Honestly Zero, this flat is tiny and in violation of several building code regulations. Who is your landlord again?"
"You already know who he is," Zero's eyes narrowed.
"Whatever your scheming, stop. And why aren't you screwing your Court? I thought that was what the whole thing was for."
Kaname laughed, surprisingly himself with it from the expression Zero read from his face.
"Zero, you are a Hunter," Kaname explained gently, filling Zero's only glass with water and bringing it back to the bed for him in a suspiciously charitable display. "What you know of vampires is…skewed."
He'd clearly struggled to find a polite word there, but Zero graciously let him get away with it, seeing as he had brought him some water for his also-aching throat.
"Explain it to me then."
"They're my…deputies. If I'm in the centre of the web, they are the next layer. They all have political, financial and social roles. Takuma is my right-hand, Ruka is responsible for public relations, Hanabusa leads the R&D – it's all connected. They're my Court." He sounded fond, which was probably the weirdest thing of all.
They were Kuran's minions, slaves and lackies… not his friends, except here Kuran was saying they were just in a weird all-encompassing vampiric way.
"Most people don't mix business with pleasure."
Kaname raised his eyebrow, smirking that smug smile at Zero – and then Zero groaned as he got it.
"Oh for fuck's sake. You know what I meant."
Kaname grinned and tucked a strand of hair behind Zero's ear.
"It wouldn't hurt for you to learn more about your species you know."
"Stop right there," Zero said sharply. "I know plenty about vampires."
"Do you?"
"Blood-sucking leeches, Kuran, blood-sucking leeches. If the Hunter's didn't exist, you'd enslave humanity completely."
He was mostly trying to piss Kaname off, and vent a little of his own rage. He may not have been a proper Hunter, but he'd done his fair share of missions and had the nightmares to prove it. Vampires were… animals.
And Kuran laughed about it.
"Wait," he said, calming down, "You actually believe that don't you?"
"I've got the scars to prove it, Kaname. It's not a belief, its just fact. I'm not accusing you of anything, but you are what you are." Zero shrugged, settling the sheet around him. He didn't want to be an asshole to his best paying client, but vampires were not innocent little lambs, and they both knew it.
"Zero, think logically," Kaname said flatly, losing his relaxed, post-fuck, demeanour and reaching for his trousers. "A few thousand Hunters," and he gave that word a right sneer as he threaded his belt through the loops, "are nothing compared to the millions of vampires that live in this world. If we wanted your kind out the way, it wouldn't take me an afternoon."
"Are you actually offended right now?" Zero interrupted – amused and a tad concerned, not that he'd ever admit to the last.
Kaname snorted. "You don't have the power to offend me." He didn't need to glance at Zero's shabby apartment for the point to land. "I have no intention of listening to ignorance, I get enough of that at work. When you've pulled your head out of your arse, I might consider fucking it again." Zero accepted the second hit without blinking.
The pureblood pulled his shoes on, tossed a few notes at his head, and left.
Well fuck.