I Do Not Own Vampire Knight (SHIT!)

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Chapter Fourteen

Possession

The first thing he was going to do was apologize to Zero.

Then he was going to kill him in a terrifically horrible manner, revive him, and then do it all over again. He certainly hadn't been as forthcoming about the whole bonding thing. Definitely not to account for the possessive creature holding him captive.

Ichiru gasped, taking his first breath of air in what felt like hours as Hana's tongue slid out of his throat. Indeed it seemed Hana's tongue had been down his throat for hours. The hand holding his arms behind his back tightened on his wrists as did the fingers in his hair and Hana leaned down and bit his throat sharply. He whimpered, writhing in Hana's arms, clenching around the cock buried to the very end of his body. His own twitched in sympathy, rising hard and long between them, aching with unfulfilled desire. Denied because of Hana's sadistic need to see him come undone from his touch only.

"You're not allowed to think of anyone else but me," Hana snarled, his blue eyes fathomless in his possessive need.

Ichiru glared back at him, or tried to, his own lilac glazed from the mix of pleasure and pain. He swallowed hard, unable to break their staring match, licking his kiss plumped lips as he tried to formulate an answer.

"I hate you." The words would have had more impact had they not been issued in a breathy sigh.

"Do you?" Hana pulled his head back so that his throat was on taut display, lips feathering over his mating mark, his hips driving his cock just a little deeper, stroking solidly against his prostate.

"Fuck!" He jolted, brilliant stars blanking out the room for a moment, the kaleidoscope of sensations shooting up his spine. It felt as if Hana's mark of possession and his dick were connected in the center of him.

"You bastard," He moaned. "Let me come!"

"You've come twice all ready," Hana teased, brushing his lips back and forth, clearly savoring the way Ichiru tensed around him. "And I haven't come once. Don't you think it's my turn now?" His amusement streaked through their shared link.

"I hate you," he whispered petulantly.

His mate had been at this game for over an hour, pinning Ichiru in his lap; on his erection as he nibbled, licked, bit, and fed from him, rocking in and out of him a mere inch; tormenting him with the constant pressure on the concealed erogenous zone within his body.

As a result, Ichiru was spread wantonly around him, feet planted flat against the mattress, his knees near Hana's shoulders, his come coating them both. His chest was smudged with blood, his body quivering as he rode the edge of ecstasy, desperate for the sweet fall of release.

"That's twice you've said that," Hana murmured, each soft word sending paroxysms of delight through his system. "I think you deserve a lesson in how much you don't hate me."

Ichiru tried to shake his head at that, but he was held too firmly, his capture complete.

Hana laughed and suddenly his mouth was being invaded once again, his senses ravished, that sly, sensuous tongue plunging into him again. He could only accept it helplessly, the taste of his blood and Hana's honeyed taste almost enough to send him into cataclysmic free fall. Almost, but not quite, just like his mate wanted.

Oh, yes, he was definitely going to kill his brother; or go find a copy of Vampire Mannerisms, and study the section on overly, possessive sadistic mates whose main goals were to see you undone, only to put you together and repeat the process again and again.

You have no idea. Hana's smug mental voice filled the partially closed bond.

But he was afraid he did. The silent, charged tension he'd constantly felt between Zero and Kaname. The way they gravitated towards each other even when Zero was angry with his mate for being overly territorial and dominant. The times when they'd disappear for days at a time. How they appeared content when they reappeared. The small touches and kisses they shared no matter who was around.

…..It depends on who is doing the owning….Zero's words made so much sense now. Even as angry as he was now from Hana's torment, the thought of another touching him was repulsive. But Hana. They'd been drawn to each other from the first moment, the first taste of Hana's blood reanimating him. the intense way his eyes had studied him from the beginning. The slowly awakening sensual awareness between them as the years passed. The way Hana's touch seemed to beguile him. The hurt he'd felt when he felt that he'd hurt Hana. He understood now that he hadn't stood a chance of denying him.

Ichiru

The jealousy was clear in Hana's tone.

Focus on me only!

As if he wouldn't with Hana filling his body to bursting, his kiss just short of brutal. His hips rocked up and Ichiru breathed harshly around his tongue.

Please!

Not yet, Hana reprimanded him softly. You feel so good. I want to stay inside you forever.

Hana had closed the bond partially so that their combined pleasure wouldn't send him over, but now he allowed a trickle of his feelings to seep through. Ichiru moaned, tears wetting the corners of his eyes.

Let me touch you. Please.

In his carnal desperation he let the image of Hana run through his mind.

Imagined running his hands over golden skin.

I want to taste you.

Imagined his mouth sliding over the amber crown of his cock, tasting the sweetness that he was pretty sure that was unique to Hana.

I want to drown in you.

Imagined their shared ecstasy when Hana finally let them fall.

Hana growled and suddenly he was on his back, trapped in his original position, his hands free. He immediately reached for his golden one, making his imagination real, his fingers sliding over wide shoulders, his nails testing the resilience of his skin before moving on to stroke patterns of fire down Hana's chest. He almost whimpered Hana still refused to move. He curled his legs around his waist, cinching them tightly and groaning when it only pressed Hana deeper.

Please! Please! Please!

I love it when you beg.

Hana gripped his hips, holding him down as he slid out of him until only the broad tip of him was lodged inside him. Then he drove back into him in a slow, lingering thrust, the long length of his cock sliding gently over his center of pleasure, letting the bond open fully. Ichiru attempted to buck up into the thrust and made a muted sound of frustration around Hana's tongue.

You're so impatient, his mate chided, that infernal amusement saturating their private link. We have the rest of our lives. He pressed deep and groaned at Ichiru's tight, slick heat. Let me indulge.

Ichiru shuddered raking his nails down Hana's chest in lustful ire. Hana hissed above him and jabbed sharply. Ichiru mewled at the direct pressure to his prostate, a rainbow of colors igniting behind his closed eyelids, the dual ropes of their pleasure chaining them even more tightly than before. It was insane. He could feel Hana locked deep inside him, feel the clench of himself around his cock. The feelings overlapped in a crashing, sensual crescendo that drowned out the world. He began to beg incoherently, shivering beneath Hana as his body hit a plateau of excitement that he couldn't cross without Hana's permission.

Please…you…..need…..come.

A terrible triumph surged through the bond; would have pissed him off if he hadn't been a mindless wreck under the onslaught of other, more pertinent emotions. All he could discern through the chaotic throes was a slicing need that cut through the last thread of himself, leaving him wide open. And suddenly Hana was in the core of him, his mind and body tangling in the depths of him. The first thrust bowed his back off the bed, so deep and deliberate that for a moment it felt as if Hana's cock and tongue met in the middle. And then Hana was sliding away, driving in harder, the flux and flow of his rhythm deliciously merciless and focused, finally giving Ichiru what he craved, shuttling in and out of the willing body under him. Ichiru arched, moaning and gasping into Hana's mouth, his legs spread in a lewd display of compliance.

Turbulent fire brewed through the link in rushing flames as Hana reamed his sleek sheath, devouring the universe around them. Burning away everything but their desperate greed of each other. The glowing links of their bond hardened, forged in the heat of their need. Ichiru stiffened as it snapped taut, the savage inferno sweeping over them in a wild conflagration of want and need leaving nothing behind but the untamed, debauched ashes of their completion.

Coming down from his Hana induced high was like falling from the sun, it left him breathless and limp with his mate sprawled bonelessly over him. Not quite cold because his mate is still draped over him, but still colder and the feeling that he wanted Hana inside him again now drew his unease again. The desire is paramount even though he'd just experienced the most delectable orgasm of his life.

Yes, he did owe his brother an apology. Because how can one refute this, this need?

I feel the same.

He flinched, the bond too new, the voice in his head still unexpected. Hana pressed soothing kisses to his throat, his lazy contentment tinged with desire.

I'm not going to forgive your for that, you brute.

Soft laughter tickled his skin and Hana rose over him, forcing his eyes open. "I have a lifetime to gain your forgiveness Ichiru." His eyes were warm as he said it and he was rolling off Ichiru, vacating the bed. He shivered watching Hana walk to the bathroom and disappear inside, wanting nothing more than to call him back. His mate was glorious in his nakedness and he was surprised again by his own desire. Because he couldn't help it, he tracked Hana through the bond, the contact more soothing than he'd expected, watched Hana start the shower.

In moments Hana was back in his actual view, his strong hands lifting him from the rumbled sheets of their bed. The ease with which Hana lifted him only intensified his excitement. A tendril of resentment flowed through the bond causing Hana's hold to tighten slightly, though he didn't say a word, holding Ichiru against his chest as he stepped under the hot fall of water. Silence stretched, not exactly comfortable, wrought with the feeling of a newly bonded couple.

"Is there something wrong with wanting me?"

"No," he grumbled, realizing too late that his thoughts had hurt. Not him surely, but his mate yes.

"Then stop thinking it," Hana ordered, pushing him against the cool tiles of the shower.

Ichiru couldn't fight it, so he surrendered himself, reaching up to pull Hana's mouth down to his while steam filled the room. Strong hands clasped the fullness of his ass lifting him into the urgent, almost desperate strokes and again he was lost.

In Hana.

TD

He sat up abruptly, wondering what had awakened him. Then he realized that this wasn't real, that the bed he lay in wasn't anything he was familiar with. Nor was the room, not that he could see it in the dim candle light. The bed was huge, the immense dark posters rising from each corner and seeming to continue into the rafters of the room. Dark rosewood, he noted, resembling the burnished waves of Kaname's hair, the sheets silky and silvery, the canopy floating to the floor the same color. As was the soft robe he wore. He ascertained this immediately, glancing down at himself. The diamond chains around his wrists glowed in the almost non existent light of the room he could barely make out. Except for one place.

His glance was drawn, almost against his will, to the left, to the slim opening in the canopy. It was the only sight available to him and he was not surprised to find Kaname. The first sight of his husband sent a frisson of agitation through him. It was not that Kaname was not immaculate, he always was in these dreams. It was the darkened taint waving around him, as though his aura was steeped in hell. His mate sat in what only could be described as a throne, his head leaned against the back of it, the elaborate gold spires rising above his head, his eyes closed. His auburn hair waved to his shoulders, spilling over the black shirt he wore. Zero took that moment to study him hungrily. He felt a moment of shame. No matter what his mate did, the pull was there, tugging him back. His mate's torment reached out to him, trying to draw him in. He stubbornly remained where he was, looking for an escape route.

He touched the curtain on the far end of the bed and found that it had hardened, something like crystalized amber. So….no, no escape there. He turned back to his mate.

Though he affected an air of repose, Zero could feel the tension radiating from his mate, his dark aura emanating around the room, gentle still as it touched him. He shivered as it slipped under the robe, stroked across tender skin, settling on his stomach as if it could touch the babies inside. Then he flinched as it probed Kaname's mark as if in warning. He couldn't take his eyes away from his mate. His fingers twitched involuntarily in the sheets as he curbed the desire to go to his mate and stroke his pain away. Suddenly he was angry. At his mate. At himself. At a destiny that deemed that he would be under this selfish vampire's whim for the rest of his life.

"Kaname." His voice was harsher than he'd intended in the silence of the foreign room.

His mates eyes slid open slowly and a myriad of emotions blazed in his eyes. They speared Zero where he sat, taking his breath away. He marveled that Kaname's aura wasn't destroying the room around them.

"I would never hurt you Amaya." Kaname's mouth quirked at the corner. "Not even in a dream."

"Why are we here. I thought I told you-"

"Come here."

The hard command cut through his words and he bristled visibly.

"Hell no!" He gritted out, his fingers tangling in the sheets as he fought not to obey.

Dark eyes flickered to the bed and then back to him. Kaname's smile was lazy, dangerous anticipation thrumming through the bond. "Would you rather I came to you?" He asked gently.

Zero froze. That very gentleness was threatening, the tone soft and clear. His body responded in kind, readying itself for Kaname's attention.

"Bastard." But he got off the bed, scooting to the edge until his feet hit the warm floor. There was no way he was letting Kaname get anywhere near a bed with him. Not that it really mattered. Kaname saw any surface as available, he reflected bitterly.

He approached cautiously, aware of Kaname's aura the entire way across the room. When he was in within reach, Kaname reached out and snagged his wrist, drawing him forward to sit beside him on the throne. It seated the both of them, that was how big it was. Zero stared straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge his mate. They did not speak, the tension winding between them, the silence stretching into awkwardness as they waited for the other to speak.

Zero huffed angrily. "This is not giving me space."

"I'm not letting you get rid of our children," Kaname countered hardly.

"What a great conversation," Zero sneered sarcastically. "Maybe the next one will be as stimulating."

"Our children are needed," Kaname tried, keeping his voice deceptively soft. Soft as though he were a wild animal pawing at the ground for an attack.

"Now?" Zero finally turned to look at him but looked away quickly when the urge to touch got stronger. "It could have waited."

"For how long do you think our reign would have remained stable with the divide you put between us?"

He frowned. "Divide?" How could they ever be divided? They were so deeply entrenched in one another heart, mind and soul they were practically one person.

"We've been married for five years and you still think of me as a vampire and you a hunter. Even though we've merged, you still categorize us. Will you still be able to do so when our children are both?"

"I don't-" Zero snapped his mouth shut. It was true. With the exception of their closest, he did keep the vampire nation at arms length so to speak. It dawned on him, suddenly, that his children would be of both nations. A perfect balance of the two, one indistinguishable from the other. They would never see themselves in an absolute view. It would natural for them to think of themselves as vampires who were hunters. How would he feel then? He realized, with a start, that he'd already classified them as hunters.

He grimaced, eyes flashing to Kaname at the same time that his mate reached for him. The warm hand around his nape stopped him from retreating and he jolted, feeling the wildness leaping beneath Kaname's skin. Kaname stared down at him, gaze inscrutable. Zero stared back silently. They were caught in that moment, the coldness within eased slightly by that small touch, hunger looping between them. The tantalizing beat of Kaname's heart throbbed in his blood and he licked his lips, his need unappeased by their single night together. Despite his anger he needed. Needed his mate inside him, sating their hunger until the universe was drowned in it. Until he couldn't remember why he was so angry.

He blinked, the hard length of Kaname's cock rubbing against his ass. When had the pureblood dragged him onto his lap?

"I did not drag you. You climbed here." Kaname's voice was smug, his hand still tight around his neck.

"Hmph." Zero's expression settled into severe lines. "This is by no means an agreement," he snarled. But he didn't move.

"I'll enjoy convincing you." Kaname smiled and there was relief there as though he'd expected Zero to never touch him again. He tugged and Zero couldn't resist leaning forward, the press of warm, soft lips against his forehead mesmerizing.

"Now about your punishment."

Zero stiffened. "What?" He tried to draw away, pushing against Kaname's chest. He faltered slightly when his hands molded over the well defined muscles. Kaname's hand became an unbreakable chain, his own expression becoming carefully blank.

"You separated yourself from me when you need me the most," he imparted carefully his fingers spearing into silky, silver hair and tugging until Zero lay supine in his lap, draped across him. "You need to feed from me everyday while you carry our children and there are assassins out there who want nothing more than to see us dead. And yet you have put yourself in a vulnerable position. This is unacceptable."

"Hey! They just want to kill you!" Zero protested and then flinched at Kaname's hard frown.

For the first time since he'd awakened in this dream, Kaname exhibited anger. No, not just anger he was livid. He pulled Zero's head back so that was stretched taut, his free hand swiping down to loosen the sash of his robe.

"And now they have a free chance, seeing as I won't leave your side."

Zero's heart dropped to his stomach as he thought of his mate monitoring him patiently, keeping a vigilant eye on him from outside of Cross' house while he remained inside. Open to attack.

Fuck!

"That would be my line." Kaname hummed in appreciation as he stroked pliant skin, his hand skimming over Zero's chest to settle on his still flat abdomen. He paused, his eyes lightening, pleasure radiating from every pore. "Curious. I'd intended to keep you here, balanced on the edge of orgasm until you were desperate to return to me, but now I find that I only want to touch you. Touch our children. Can you feel them?" Now that calm voice was reverent, awed and the warmth of comfort swirled around them, their craving morphing into something gentler, quieter.

"Did it ever occur to you that one of our children will kill the other?" Zero tried desperately to put the situation into perspective. "Or that one of them will be born severely weakened if they both make it?"

Kaname shook his head, sighing softly. "You are doing it again. Our children are not just hunters and they are strong. Both of them. Can you not feel them?"

He had not. He hadn't allowed himself to truly connect with his babies, knowing that it would make his decision harder when the time came.

"There will be no decision to make." Kaname sounded confident in that. "Come."

His mind coiled around Zero's and they sank, riding along the sliver cords that connected them to their babies, the links just as strong as theirs. Zero couldn't find the strength to resist and he found himself surrounded by the silver glow of life.

See? Our children are perfect.

His mind cinched around Zero's and lured him deeper.

TD

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