#05 : Cross Academy Radio Special Broadcast

Characters: Chairman Cross x Kaname

Warnings: Not too much really. If you're here you should know already that this ficlet collection is kinky and rated mature. XD;

The setting for this fic is that they're sex-friends, not really lovers… more like they're comfortable with each other and since Kaien's loved one is dead and Kaname feels terribly lonely while Yuuki is human, they've agreed to uhm, take care of each other's physical needs for now. XD *lol* It's just a backstory for the PWP, simply. XD
Of course, it wouldn't work in canon, where Kaname seems to save his body for Yuuki more than a virginal maiden from the last century (see his absolute refusal to even consider having people introducing their daughters to him to try and get him to sleep with them), and where the chairman would probably not go as far as in this fic, even if he does look like a more kinky type than what it might seem like at first sight. XD *lol* He seems kinky but not the type to put the radio thing in it too. XD

I wrote this one-shot almost a year ago, while the VK radio broadcasts were running in Japan. (Something done with the voice actors recording Cross Academy radio broadcasts as the characters. It was lovely.)
When we found out back then that there would be one hosted by the chairman and Kaname together, this just immediately came to my mind and I typed it down, most of it even before listening through the whole radio episode. XD XD *lol*
However, as it's often the case with my fics, it then sat on a folder left all abandoned for so many months. XD;; Then I finally pulled it out, finished tweaking etc. today, and here it is. :)

The line about the chairman's depravedness possibly contaminating Kaname is really from the official VK radio! At one point, the chairman is being all hyper-happy, wants to make Kaname smile more and all, says he's so adorable [the chairman found it cute because he assumed Kaname was sulking because of him taking up so much of the time in their broadcast, and that Kaname 'must be feeling jealous'... in truth, Kaname was just annoyed by the chairman's hyperness and attempts to rope him into being all participative too. XD] and the chairman ends up touching/tapping Kaname around. (Not in a sexual way, more like playful-slap-in-the-back type of thing, but Kaname asks him to stop touching him because he's afraid it will cause him to be infected by the chairman's depravedness!! *lol*)
I'd already had an urge to write something with those two, but after that scene, I couldn't possibly resist. XD *lol*
Which such delicious things, one wonders why I end up writing such fics, hahaha~ XD

Needless to say, in the fic it's Kaname's butt that gets playfully slapped, instead of a more innocent part of his body. 8D

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Please don't read the fic unless you like VK smut and are not at risk of having your vision of the characters to be messed up by the idea of Chairman Cross x Kaname having hot kinky sex on a radio broadcast table. ^^;


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His breath hitching in his throat, Kaname tried his best not to let his voice waver as he complained, but he couldn't quite fully keep the trembling out of it.

"Ah… how can you be the chairman of a school and still be so cruel?"

"Cruel? Kaname-kun, what are you talking about? You're enjoying this as much as I am, aren't you?"

The chairman's trademark smile was disarmingly honest, and would have mellowed a rock, but Kaname was far from being a rock. Even if some places of his anatomy might currently, well, somewhat attest to the opposite…

Pinned to the radio room's broadcasting table, Kaname shivered and panted softly, the infuriated look on his face betraying the way his cheeks were flushed attractively or the way his mostly undressed body glistened with sweat in a most enticing manner, from the exertions it had been made to experience. His hips shifted a little, and the additional sensations brought up by that little movement made him jolt.

The pureblood's pants and underwear lay abandoned over the back of a chair, his jacket tossed carelessly over them, and only his vest and shirt remained on his body, though unbuttoned and in a very advanced state of disarray.
Cross on the other hand, simply had his pants unzipped and his shirt messily untucked, but he was still wearing most of his clothes, something that further irritated Kaname.

Not that the brunet had much room to concentrate on that annoyance at the moment. He gasped softly with another of the man's movements.

The chairman was buried deeply into the heated body of the young pureblood vampire beneath him, and, out of misplaced pride perhaps, Kaname was trying to hold back from showing just how much his body was burning with desire.

But such things were made particularly difficult with the way the older man's hands were roaming over the young vampire's heated skin, making him shiver and gasp as they teased a nipple or the other insistently. Kaname's shirt hung open, exposing him to the man's hands if not to his eyes, since the brunet had his back to him.
Instead, the chairman had quite a lovely sight of the pureblood's quivering backside, slightly flushed from the man's playful smacks moments earlier. Those had earned quite the amount of annoyance from Kaname too, and he'd practically growled when the blond had started spanking him while joking that he was 'in need of punishment' for his unwillingness in participating as often in the school's radio broadcasts.

The growl had died in his throat and turned into a stifled whimper of surprise and shocked pleasure when the chairman had penetrated him suddenly while still raining playful smacks on the beautiful mounds just below the pureblood's lower back.
The ex-hunter had already prepared him while they undressed and touched each other, but Kaname hadn't been expecting that just yet. The spanking had distracted him and allowed the chairman to have more of a surprise effect while the pureblood was too busy being annoyed at the playful humiliation.

But then, much of what the chairman did was done for the purpose of getting just that reaction. The pureblood was irresistible when he looked absolutely flustered and borderline furious, so the ex-hunter couldn't help adding insult to injury when he had the brunet pinned down in such a delicious position.

"Hmm, Kaname-kun, you might want to know, the microphone is on auto mode and it has sound detection, so as long as we talk quietly, it won't pick it up, but if you get too loud it will switch on automatically and broadcast to the whole school."
The chairman punctuated the end of his sentence with a sudden thrust of his hips that made his hardened flesh press harder into a deliriously pleasant spot inside the pureblood, and nearly made him cry out.
Kaname grit his teeth to keep in the moan that threatened to slip out of his lips.

"And you say you're not cruel! Cruel and sick, I s-…ahhh… I say…" A dreamy sigh interrupted the brunet's sentence, destroying the credibility of his complaint, much to his dismay.

"It's adorable how you can say such mean things with such a cute voice, Kaname-kun!"

The pureblood could see the reflection of the chairman's overly happy and infuriatingly amused smile on the glass partition in front of them, and it made him flush even harder and get perhaps even angrier, if such things were possible.

And yet – but he would never admit that, oh no, never —it also made him feel even hotter, in parts of his body which he didn't expect could possibly heat up any further at this point.

What was it about this man that made him know exactly where to touch him to have him crawling up the curtains with pleasure in a matter of instants?!
Kaname both hated and loved it. He loved the terribly addictive sensations, and amazing pleasure that he was made to feel under the man's touches, and yet, he hated the chairman's definitely perverted tastes… for places to have sex, in particular.

They were currently in the recording room from which the school's announcements were made. It wouldn't be such a bad place in itself – for one, it was peaceful and far away from the Moon Dorm, so not much danger of others scenting or hearing them – …the latter if not for the fact that the chairman insisted in doing it with the microphone on.

Not only that, but the recording room was separated from the mixing room by a perfectly transparent glass wall… and, naturally, the chairman didn't 'remember' to lock the entry door to the mixing room, from which anyone would have a perfect sight of what they were doing.

Of course, he also only thought to mention those little details and the automatic microphone issue to Kaname once the young pureblood was mostly naked, bent over the recording table and had the chairman buried deep inside him.
It was pure luck –or pureblood pride— that had saved Kaname from inadvertently moaning aloud and setting off the microphone before the man warned him about it. Not to mention that he'd been more or less okay with the glass wall thing because he'd assume the door was locked, but now that he knew just about anyone could walk in and see him spread naked in front of the glass, the humiliation and the fear of being seen were wreaking havoc with both the pureblood's sense of shame and with how turned on he felt.

Kaname was having trouble thinking coherently, and couldn't quite tell if the spike of heat he felt surging through his body was anger or intense arousal at knowing how close he'd been –and still was— to being found out, much to his horror.

Maybe it was both.

Cross pulled out almost all the way without warning then slid back in slowly, and the pureblood nearly screamed. They were a perfect duo; Kaname once more realized helplessly that Cross knew exactly what movements would drive him crazy with pleasure, and left the brunet little hopes of not crying out before they were done.
The pureblood pondered if Cross would be annoyed if he used his mind powers to destroy the recording system and save himself from a most humiliating and hard to explain public broadcast.

But then, where would be the thrill of the danger if he did that?

Kaname was shocked, perhaps even disgusted with himself to realize that for a second the thought of the microphone not working anymore made him think that it would make things far less exciting.

Was the chairman's perversion contaminating his mind completely?!

Kaname nearly sobbed, but it wasn't from anything close to sadness. It felt so good he barely could breathe. The chairman was doing that thing he did when he wanted to push the young pureblood almost out of his mind with need.
Cross slid back until he was almost completely out again, and then back in little ways, out-and-in again in shallow thrusts, making the thicker part of his hardened body stimulate over and over the cluster of nerves at the entrance of the deliciously hot sheath quivering beneath him.
Purebloods were extremely sensitive creatures, and Cross was a specialist, after his long study of the lovely specimen currently panting beneath him. He knew exactly every little thing he could do to make Kaname come completely undone beneath him.

Kaname hyperventilated, his breath coming out in gasps and catching in his throat as he sobbed out little pants of utter delight, involuntarily thrusting his backside up in an offering to the man and doing all he possibly could not to moan aloud or scream from pleasure.

The chairman may be an innocent pacifist these days, but his vampire hunter strength was still the same, and it was only thanks to it that his firm grip on Kaname's hips held firmly in place, as the young pureblood squirmed and writhed, desperately trying to jerk out of the man's hold to impale himself more forcefully on the other's hard body.
The teasing contact was driving Kaname out of his mind, but it was a cruel build up, not leaving him any chance to take control of the rhythm to try and speed it up to achieve release.
He loved and hated it, torn between the urge to just scream from bliss and abandon all rational thought to let the man do as he pleased to him, and the urge to use his vampiric strength to shove Cross back, pin him to the ground an impale himself on his shaft over and over until he could finally reach his much needed release so that the excruciating build-up would finally stop.

But their game had conditions of course, and even if there hadn't been any, the chairman was far too experienced and skilled –by now, Kaname was so weak with pleasure that he wasn't sure he'd have been able to even stand with his knees shaking so hard from all the blissful sensations… much less push anyone off him or down. He clung to his pride to not voice out the words that threatened to spill out of his lips and that went along the lines of 'ohhh, more, more, please!! Harder, I beg you, please let me… aahhh…'

If his hands weren't much too busy restraining his deliciously willing captive, the chairman would have saluted Kaname's unyielding will. Anyone else would have begged already for release, but Kaname's pride still resisted, unrelenting even at the face of such an exquisite torture.

But the effects on his body were quite a sight; the pureblood was writhing and trembling, sobbing from pleasure despite trying to remain as silent as he could, his breath coming in ragged pants catching in his throat as he nearly choked from trying to keep his moans and little sobs of delight somewhat under control.

It was an irresistible image of utterly erotic beauty, the disarray Kaname found himself in, lost in pleasure to the point where his body didn't even belong to him anymore, refusing to obey its owner, legs feeling like butter in the sun so much that the chairman had to support him even as Kaname still desperately tried to buck back to force more of the other man's hardened flesh into himself.

At long last, the ex-hunter had some mercy and increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, plowing the vampire's tight body harder and harder, as the brunet had wished.
And with it, the man's arousal pummeled in earnest an even more sensitive part of the pureblood's inner walls, nearly making the youth lose it right then and there. Kaname let out a noise that was a cross between a keen and a whimper, something primal and deep that he had to silence as fast as he could, by shoving the sleeve of his uniform into his mouth and biting down with all he had.
By amazing luck, the microphone didn't pick up on the noise, and even though Kaname's aroused fangs pierced through the cloth like it was nothing at all, he somehow didn't bite his lip or anything, much to his own amazement.

Taking pity of the boy's predicament, the chairman pulled him back into his arms, both to hold him more gently and to have him a little farther away from the microphone. He kissed the side of Kaname's neck and moved up to his earlobe, sucking on it gently as he held him with the boy's back to his chest, still thrusting into him.
Supported by the chairman's strong arms that lifted and spread him as easily as if he weighted nothing at all, Kaname just let his legs dangle on each side, wide open as they were, since he was very much unable to stand by himself at this point.

The pureblood's senses were completely hazed by pleasure, and by now he was content to just do the only thing he could and melt into the man's embrace, relishing the small respite he had by not having his face right by the microphone anymore. He probably should have worried about the fact that the new position left him even more exposed to the glass wall they were facing, but rational thought wasn't his strongest point at that precise moment.
The brunet's head lolled against the older man's shoulder, and he keened softly in response to the intense sensation of Cross burying himself over and over into his shivering body. The chairman too, was getting closer and closer, and was groaning against Kaname's neck, which he mouthed urgently the way he knew the pureblood loved.
The boy was simply perfect, and the way his hot sheath seemed to swallow the man's arousal, needy willingness welcoming each thrust… Cross knew neither of them would last much longer that way.

The recording table was quite low, so even though they were pretty much standing behind it, it only reached to about mid-thigh and Kaname's remarkable beauty was perfectly visible on the reflection in the transparent wall in front of them. The chairman enjoyed every bit of the sight, and the way Kaname long pale legs were spread wide open left nothing to imagination each time he thrust himself to the hilt into that quivering heat. The mirrored image of his arousal going in and out of the slender vampire's body was fascinating.

Holding the pureblood in place with an arm, the chairman slid his other hand up the brunet's chest and teased Kaname's pert nipples once more as he continued to claim him. The sight on the reflection was even more lovely that way.

Kaname bucked and thrashed at all the multiple sensations making him come undone more and more completely. He was so far gone that he might not even have noticed the intensely erotic image he made in the reflection.
And soon later, the pleasure escalated too far and finally exploded in an universe of raw bliss that made the brunet nearly blank out completely for a moment, losing track of everything around him.

Ever as fast in his legendary hunter reflexes, Cross's free hand rushed up and covered the pureblood's mouth tightly when the brutal orgasm tore a cry of delight from Kaname's lips.
The chairman wanted the added kink of having the microphone there for the sake of how lovely Kaname behaved when he knew himself in danger of being caught, but he wasn't about to expose him that way. Well… at least, not to the whole school, in any case. If it was to a trustworthy person or to a small group of people who wouldn't betray their secret, maybe… just maybe… but that idea would have to be saved for another day.

The pureblood's pleasure was absolutely irresistible, the way it seemed to practically roll out of his body in waves with each of his ragged breaths and soft whimpers, or in the way his body was almost shaken with little spasms from how brutal his climax had been… shortly after Kaname, the chairman reached the summit as well, spilling himself within the hot confines of the youthful body in his arms.

There was a fraction of a moment filled with nothing but ragged panting and shivering bodies more or less supporting each other against the table so that they wouldn't fall, the extreme heat of the moment still hazing out everything but the feeling of the two of them still connected, and the thick hot liquid the young pureblood could feel trying to drip out from within his body as the chairman softened inside him.
Kaname's own seed, on the other hand, had ended up embarrassingly splattered all over the table and the glass wall in front of them.

As the pureblood's vision cleared up and he stared at said embarrassing splatters on the glass, he looked beyond it all and froze. What he was seeing finally registered with a sudden shock like a cold wave hitting him.
About the same moment, the chairman felt the sudden tension in the body in his arms and looked up as well, his hunter senses clearing up and immediately informing him of the presence of the other vampire right nearby. Both ex-hunter and pureblood were suddenly reminded of the unlocked door of the other room, perhaps a little too late…

Beyond the glass wall and across the mixing room, staring at them with a look of utter shock, Aidou stood.

He'd seen the whole thing.

Well, not the whole thing to be exact, as Aidou seemed completely in shock himself, and looked nowhere like someone who'd been there from the start. But from the expression on his face it was clear enough that he'd at least seen Kaname's spectacular orgasm, with the pureblood spread open and beautifully exposed in front of the glass.

Kaname's jaw had practically dropped in absolute horror, and he made a panicked attempt to get off the chairman's arms, as the man was still staring in just as much shock and hadn't thought of letting go of him so that the pureblood could get out of the horribly exposed position and run for his clothes or at least close his legs and crouch down to hide his nudity.

As if the look of utter shock and horror on Kaname's face was the catalyst to shake Aidou out of his dazed staring –one would think the young blond was about to start nosebleeding violently any time now— everything seemed to be set back in motion once again, and Aidou took one shaky step back, then turned around and bolted out of the room as fast as he could, looking very much horribly frightened, possibly because of the murderous promises written all over Kaname's face, both for Aidou himself and for the impudent chairman as well.

Mortified beyond belief, Kaname threw himself off the chairman's arms and rushed for his discarded pants at vampire speed, not bothering with underwear at the moment or even with wiping himself down just yet.

The priority of the moment was catching Aidou, and catching him FAST.

Before the foolish blond made it back to the Moon Dorm and accidentally babbled about something, in his shock.
Kaname didn't even look back, afraid that if he did, the temptation to slowly murder the chairman might make him waste precious time in catching Aidou.

As he uncomfortably sprinted down the corridor still half doing up his pants and half buttoning his shirt, Kaname nearly exploded in rage: from the broadcasting room he'd just ran out of, he could hear the chairman's amused voice quickly telling him that when he caught up with Aidou, he should ask him if the blond would like to join them.

Kaname merely growled something insulting back, and that was already more of a dignified response than such a question deserved.

Cross couldn't help but chuckle at how cute his protégé could be in such situations.

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- The End -


If Aidou survives, he's got material for his fantasies until the end of times, after witnessing Kaname that way. XD
It's unlikely he'll make it to the end of the day with his memories intact though. XD XD

I have this lovely mind image of Aidou in a mad panic practically flying down the corridor, with a semi-undressed Kaname close behind trying to catch him. XD XD

Aidou's nosebleeding must also impede him in running as fast. XD XD

Unrelatedly, I don't know much of radio broadcasting. Most of it is made up based on the settings of the room in the VK radio, with a glass between the two rooms and all, though I don't remember exactly how such rooms are called in English, so... ignore the randomness if some of it is wrong. 8D; It's just a smutty PWP fic. XD