Kaname wasted no more time on chatter. The moment Zero consented, Kaname used the grip he still had on his ankle and pulled one of Zero's legs out around his waist, slithering into the fork of his legs.
Fingers and lubricant made a brief but thorough appearance downstairs and then Kaname pushed in with a sigh of contentment as he bottomed out.
"You missed me," Zero realised, vaguely alarmed.
"I missed sex," Kaname confirmed, starting to rock gently back and forth until Zero was fully adjusted.
Zero chuckled, "Are you being faithful to me, pureblood?"
"As it happens, yes."
Gaping was attractive on no one, so Zero snapped his mouth shut. Kaname laughed at him even as he fucked him.
"Why?" Zero hissed out as Kaname laid siege to his prostrate with persistent strokes.
Kaname leaned down, lowering himself to his forearms so the entire lengths of their bodies slid against each other with every movement, slow and intimate. "You've raised my standards, pet."
"A whore lowers standards, Kuran. That's what we're for."
"Stop insulting yourself," Kaname ordered, tilting his head to press a disgustingly sweet kiss to Zero's protesting lips.
"You like me," Kaname continued. "You occasionally fear me, no, don't deny it, I said occasionally. You trust me and you challenge me. Are you so surprised that no one else can compare?"
With a heave, Zero rolled them over, uncaring of any risk to Kaname's pleasure. Only when he was on top of Kaname, able to properly glare down at him did he snarl, " Don't fuck with me. I am not your toy."
"No," Kaname agreed mildly, gripping his hips to angle Zero the way he wanted as he thrust upwards, "but you are my pet for the next few nights. Maybe you ought to get some practice in. Call me master."
"Don't get any funny ideas, master," Zero stopped lifting himself up, knocked Kaname's hands away and instead rolled his hips, leaning backwards almost ninety degrees to do it properly, Kaname's length sliding in and out in long full strokes, quickening at the title Zero offered him because he was a kinky little shite who loved power games.
"This is temporary, nothing more. You're the best schemer I know, so I trust that there really is a kid in danger of being turned. Afterwards, though, I am gone."
"I won't force you to stay, pet, but if you want to," he smirked, rolling Zero under him again, he hiked up one of Zero's legs onto his shoulder and started thrusting with supernatural strength, "then you are welcome to."
Concentrating under Kaname's onslaught was impossible, so Zero didn't bother replying. It was a useless argument anyway; Kaname was never going to understand his need for independence.
Time to change the subject. He'd rather focus on the fucking, but Kaname was one hell of a multi-tasker and Zero refused to be left behind.
"So is it true that biting when you're about to come makes it a thousand times better?"
Kaname shuddered in his arms, eyes glowing a deep red, and thrust deeply inside Zero one last time, coming instantly.
Zero let the shit eating grin spread across his face.
"That didn't take you long," he mocked gleefully. Kaname lasted hours when he wanted to. "Not up to the task?" Oh he was going to milk this forever.
All of a sudden, there were glowing red eyes in his face, and Zero still had all the instincts of a Hunter. He jerked away, or tried to, he was trapped and Vampire.
Too close. For fuck's sake Kuran was still inside him. He struggled desperately to free himself, but they'd been fucking face to face – there was nowhere to go – he
Kaname pinned his flailing limbs down easily. After a few breaths where Kaname didn't attack him, Zero calmed down, ashamed for his panic. Fuck this was embarrassing.
"Are you really going to let me bite you?"
At least Kaname was happy to ignore this little incident in favour of his favourite topic.
Zero smirked, confident in his power now. He leaned back, arching his neck, letting Kaname admire the long pale stretch of skin.
Kaname's red gaze was fixed on a single point, and Zero knew his beating pulse entranced him.
"That depends," Zero murmured, drawing his leg up and running his foot down the back of Kaname's thigh.
"On?" Kaname's reply was fast, eager. That, more than any of Kaname's earlier offers, told Zero that he really did hold all the cards here. It was good.
"Can you stop yourself from drinking my blood? From tasting even the slightest hint of it?"
Kaname's reluctance was tangible. "Yes."
"Will you?"
Again, that exquisite look of pain.
"Zero, don't be mean," Kaname kissed him, thoroughly, tempting, teasing. "Haven't I been good to you? Don't I deserve one little sip? I'll make it feel so good for you."
Zero didn't budge an inch.
"Will you, master?"
Kaname groaned. "Fine, yes."
Victory was sweet.
He didn't hide the smugness in his tone as he continued.
"Now, tell me all the consequences of your bite, no matter how rare or unlikely, everything your twisted mind can come up with. Everything."
"Telling you everything would take hours, Zero," Kaname deflected, "We are on a bit of a tight schedule here."
Zero was not impressed. "You're still hard and inside me. The schedule can't be that tight." He squeezed down on the last word and felt Kaname stiffen.
"Do you think I would make a schedule that didn't include time for me to fuck you properly?" Zero snorted.
"Typical." Irritatingly, Zero found that he did actually believe the pureblood. He would schedule in time for sex.
"I'm not wasting hours talking, and if I give you too much time to think about it, you're going to chicken out."
Zero hissed at the accusation of cowardice. They both knew he wasn't, but Kaname would use anything to get what he wanted. Zero hated that it was working.
"I won't let you bite me unless I'm fully informed of what I'm getting into."
"On the contrary. That's exactly what you're going to do. You know I'm not lying about the other victim. You know your help is going to save someone else. You know a bite is needed for this to work. You are going to let me."
The fucker was way too smug about it too.
"I want to know how badly it's going to fuck me over afterwards."
"I'll tell you later. Time's ticking, Zero, I want another shag first, but then we need to go." So saying, he started moving again, sinking deep inside before pulling out slowly, drawing it out.
Zero hated feeling trapped.
Morals were so inconvenient. He mused on it, lying as limp as a wet noodle just to irritate Kaname as he thought his options over.
The bastard was right; he wasn't going to let a human kid be bitten just to serve some vampire agenda; so he was going to let Kaname bite him, no point going into this half cocked after all.
"Zero," Kaname hissed, irritated.
"Yes dear?" Zero replied, equally smug.
"Put some effort in. If I wanted to fuck a doll, I'd have said so."
"Doll, pet, guess I'm just getting into character, master."
"I had no idea role-play was in the cards. We are going to have such fun."
"Role-play, you want role-play huh? How about the Hunter and the naughty vampire? I'd be happy to do that one."
Kaname laughed, loud and free, grinning wildly he kissed Zero again. Zero grudgingly allowed it because his kisses were nice and he didn't get many.
"Do you remember how you used to threaten me at school with that toy gun of yours? I may have one or two fantasies stemming from that. My favourite would be hunting the Hunter. Interested?"
"Toy gun?" Zero hissed indignantly. "That was no toy."
Kaname smirked, and Zero knew it had nothing to do with the conversation – not when he'd just forgotten the act in his irritation and had wrapped his thighs around Kaname's own.
Fuck, Zero hated losing.
#
Forty minutes later, Zero lay panting on his ruined sheets, feeling very hard done by. The fucking pureblood wasn't even sweating.
"I need a shower before we go anywhere," he declared, gingerly sitting up.
"A moment," Kaname pulled him back down, gently, but Zero still glared at him for it, he glared harder still when he saw what Kaname was holding.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Must we really? You know I'm going to get my way."
"Why?" Zero despaired, eyeing the plug warily. Kaname only cared about getting his way when it involved strategy.
"It will help you smell more like me when we make our grand entrance."
"We've been fucking for months. I already smell uncomfortably like you. Do you have any idea how many weird looks I get on the streets around here?"
"It's small, it's not going to inconvenience you. You have no reason to deny me this."
"Actually –
"Consider it an order, pet."
Zero groaned, knowing Kaname was going to be getting a lot of traction out of their new dynamic before the time was up. Still, no need to give him the satisfaction. With a sigh, Zero snatched the small red toy and slid it in, as matter of fact about it as a doctor doing a prostrate exam.
Kaname raised an eyebrow, which let Zero know he'd surprised the other vampire. Good.
Then he got up, again, to shower.
#
Afterwards, he refused to leave until he'd run his sheets through the wash. Kaname's plans were bound to exhaust him, he didn't want to come home and not be able to sleep because his bed reeked of stale sex.
He was not stalling…he wasn't…OK he totally was. The last bite he'd ever had came from Shizuka, and had promptly ruined his life on top of every other trauma she'd inflicted.
Caution was wise. He did kinda, sorta trust Kaname, at least enough to know Kaname wouldn't kill him, but he was still a pureblood.
And he'd as good as admitted that the bite would come with the sort of side effects that would really piss Zero off.
"Afraid?"
Kaname's voice was mocking, but Zero heard the concern there too. If Zero said he wouldn't let Kaname bite him, they'd carry this act off the hard way. Eugh. Kaname made it hard to hate him sometimes.
But there was no way Zero was admitting to the slightest hint of ...reluctance.
"Nope," he smiled widely, showing his teeth. "You should probably get on with it, if we're to stick to this bloody schedule."
Zero prowled forward, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt as he moved, gradually revealing his neck.
Kaname watched with terrifying intensity as Zero stepped into kissing-distance.
Hunters required a certain education, so Zero knew exactly what he was doing when he swept a few strands of hair away from the tattooed side of his neck and tilted his head away.
Vampiric tradition; offering of blood.
Glowing red eyes told Zero all he needed to know. He smirked even as Kaname lowered his head, fangs glistening with venom.
He'd seen a flash like that once before when Shizuka –
Breathe in, breathe out.
Kaname's hands were on his hips, gentle rather than restraining, but that could change in a moment.
Breathe.
Warm air on his neck.
Contact. Two pinpricks against his skin. He tensed, couldn't help it – he took a breath to scream – and ecstasy.