Warnings: yaoi m/m relationship – don't like, don't read

Disclaimer: Vampire Knight and its characters belong to Matsuri Hino

Authors Note: uf… finally finished. As you already know, this is the last chapter, so enjoy it…

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- 5 – Our Future -

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After that night when Kaname's uncle had raped me, I had a big fight with Yagari – or better to say, I was letting my anger out on him, while he just stood there, quietly, letting me shout at him freely. He never gave me an answer to any of my questions. Kaien was right – I could no longer stay there. Not in the state I was in – a courtesan falling in love. What a joke. There would never come something out of it. But where should I go? To Kaito? But would he still want me in my broken state? But the destiny had already prepared the answer for that, and also the new road for me.

The war broke out. And even we, who were till now kept in the dark about the whole situation, weren't unaffected. We never talked with our patrons about politick, because our only purpose was to pleasure them, there wasn't a way for us to find out – as we never stepped out. Yagari haven't wanted us to mix with the outside world, because our current life was everything we needed.

The following four years were hard, but I survived – and it gave me the reason to leave there. To leave my life behind, starting anew. I never returned – and I don't plan to ever set foot there. Sometimes I wonder how everyone is doing – especially Kain and Kaien, as they were the ones that took such good care of me. I heard that after the war ended, Yagari reopened the Palace of Dreams, but even if he were to find me, I couldn't go back – it can't return to the way it was. Those are the times long lost. Many things have changed thru these four years – also the way people look at courtesans. But I'm glad that I could be a part of that glorious time.

After the war ended, I used one whole year to save up, doing everything I could. But I newer sold my body – that's one thing I couldn't do. After I had enough money saved up and everything ready, I left the country, because I wanted to see you again so much. I stand up from the ground where I have been kneeling till now, sadly smiling at the stone before me – looking at those elegant two words engraved in the monumental stone.

Kaito Takamiya

I'm sorry that it took me so long to get here. When I visited your home, it was your mother that told me about this place, where you are sleeping. She looked like a strong woman, but I hadn't wanted to reopen her wounds by asking about the details of your death. I didn't want to make her remember those sad moments when she lost you. I'm also sorry, because even if I feel this big pain in me from loosing you, I can't shed even one tear – I have cried them all that night, five years ago.

So, my dearest patron, friend, lover… this is a goodbye. I loved you – in my own way. But it looks like we weren't meant for each another. I'm left with just the hope that wherever you are, you have found happiness. You don't have to wish it to me, because there is none for me. That much I know.

With one last look at the family tomb, I leave this still place. The weather is beautiful today, but I take a taxi, as the hotel I'm staying in is rather far away. What should I do now? I… this hasn't even crossed my mind. The only other outcome I thought about was that he wouldn't want me. I'm 21 already, and I'm far from what I was five years ago. I have matured – my body is much manlier, with my skin bearing the scars of war.

I pay the driver when we stop before my hotel. Not paying attention to anything around me, I enter the reception hall, taking the stairs to the fourth floor where my room is. There's no need for hurrying, and it gives me more time for thinking – what to do next? Maybe I can find a job here, renting a small apartment – that way I could be closer to him. And the city is beautiful, not marked by the war as many others. I take out the keys, while I'm thinking, opening the doors. Before I can step inside, two strong arms embrace me from behind – one sweet voice by my ear.

"I have finally found you."

That voice. I… I… how? There's no way that I couldn't recognize it, even if I haven't heard it all this time. But why is he here? Just one name leaves my trembling lips.

"Kaname Kuran."

Turning around slowly – the strong embrace loosening as to let me do it – I'm greeted by his smiling face. He hasn't changed too much – the same chocolate hair, now shorter than it was then – the same handsome face, matured from the past few years – the same look in his eyes as that one night. His eyes are filed with relief and love? Tenderness? What the… love? My ass.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" my anger is boiling in me – seeing him just made me remember what his uncle had done to me – and said to me. He should be married by now, so what is he doing here before me, with that look in his eyes?

"I finally got to see you and this is how you greet me?" what's with that hurt look? Did he except me to jump into his waiting arms the moment I saw him?

"Zero, I…"

"Don't touch me!" I slap his reaching hand towards me away, registering the few people who came out of their rooms to look what's going on. Great. We attract too much unwanted attention.

"Just… just go away and leave me alone," I say it loud enough just for him to hear it, before I turn around, entering the room and closing the door – or that's what I want to do, but his hand and foot are hindering me in closing this damn door.

"I want to talk to you. Please. Just… to talk. So will you let me in, or are we going to talk like this?" this bastard. If we attract more attention, then I could end up getting my but kicked out of here – and I would like to stay here a little longer. Guess I don't have a choice.

"Fine," I say before I let go of the door, moving to the window in the back of this small one room apartment. There's not too much space to run to. I hear the door closing, but I choose to look out of the window instead at him. If I were to look at him too much, I fear that those feelings of love that I have pushed deep within myself and replaced with pure anger may resurface.

"Look at me, Zero," his voice is full of confidence – it's like a command that I refuse to fulfill, but at the same time I can't go against it. Taking a deep breath, I turn around slowly – he hasn't taken one step away from the door.

"You wanted to talk. So? What's there to talk about?" I cross my hands on my chest – I can't let him shake me. The anger is the only thing I feel for him.

"I want to talk about us." Us? There was never and "us" – he smashed that foolish dream of mine – better to say, his uncle did.

"You should return to your wife," and never appear before me again.

"My wife? I'm not married," yeah, right. I divert my eyes, rather looking on the floor. "I was engaged, that's true. But I broke it of," how did he moved so quietly that he's now right before me? "Since the first moment I saw you, I was captivated by you," taking my face into his arms while I'm unable of any kind of respond from his words, he kisses me lightly. "I can't get you out of my head. And now, that I have finally found you," another light kiss, "I don't intend to ever let you go." This time that our lips met, it wasn't just a light touch – he deepened the kiss, and I found myself unable to resist. As his tongue slipped inside my mouth, I feel my determination to resist him slowly breaking to pieces – my hands on his chest that were pushing him away are now pulling him closer. But… but I shouldn't. I'm still mad at him, right?

"Haha," he breaks the kiss, putting his forehead to mine, and I see his eyes sweetly smiling. "I missed this feeling so much. Just a simple kiss from you, and I'm hard," I widen my eyes as he pulls my hand down, placing it at his arousal, making me feel it thru his pants – just like by our first time. I think that I'm blushing.

"So please, Zero. Don't push me away. I know you long for me too," he whispers in my ear before he bites lightly on the earlobe, sending pleasant shivers down my whole body, and I can't do anything about the moan that escapes thru my parted lips.

"I want to hear more sweet moans… but right now, I long for those lips of yours," his finger traces the line of my lower lip, before he places his lips on mine, hungrily deepening the kiss – and I found myself responding, even closing my eyes as to better feel this sensation I have nearly forgotten.

I didn't even notice that he had moved us to the bed by my left, until I found myself lying on it, our mouths still glued together – his hungry hand under my top, caressing my skin, slowly studying my burn mark on my left side, and finding every small and big cuts. Then his mouth joins his hand, kissing my every scar – it's unbelievably stimulating for me.

"Kaname," I moan out his name as he finally pulls down my pants, releasing my painful hard-on that was screaming for a while for attention. He's touching it lightly with his fingers, his mouth now occupied with my nipple, and I feel something wet entering me.

"What the?" I open my eyes at the nearly forgotten sensation of fingers moving in me, looking at him as he looks back at me. "What are you using?"

"This," he smiles mischievously, showing me a small bottle of hand cream – when did he had a time to get that? His lips seal any kind of question that I want to ask, another finger joining the two already in me. Kami. How I missed this sensation – my body quickly getting used to it.

"Can I?" he asks kind of shyly into the kiss, and my smile is all he needs as an approval. Pulling his fingers out, I look at him as he's undoing his pants, his arousal standing proud and ready the moment he frees it. As he puts a small amount of the cream on his hard, big member, I bite my lips unconsciously in anticipation of what comes next.

Pushing my legs further apart, he positioned himself before my entry, looking at me once more for approval before he pushes slowly in – I didn't know that I longed so much for this feeling. I swallow him whole, and then he stops, his hand caressing my cheek.

"Zero, open your eyes, my love," I look at the face of the man I longed for for so long, and in this moment nothing matters to me – there's nothing but us.

"Kaname," I pull him into a kiss, and when he starts to move I pull him even closer to me, yearning for more body contact. His kisses, his touches and his moving in me are driving me so close to the edge.

"Kaname, I… I'm… close."

"Me too," his breath that is tickling me on the neck is the last push, and I'm coming on my stomach with a loud moan, Kaname joining me after few more thrusts. I'm so full, and I just love it. His loving look in his eyes is the one last thing that I need for the ice around my heart to finally melt away.

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I like to look out at the night sky. It's calming me down. In the old days, I have imagined what it would be like to be free like the stars. And now, that I'm finally free from that life, I guess it just became a habit of mine.

"What are you thinking about?" I don't need to turn around to know by his nearing voice that he too, left the warmth of the bed to move up to me by the window.

"Don't ever think about running away from me," he embraces me from behind, kissing my shoulder, "because there's no way that I'm letting you leave my embrace."

"Don't worry, I won't," turning around, I place a kiss on his waiting lips. It feels so good to be like this, knowing that I don't have to surpass these feeling anymore – and that they are returned.

"I love you so fucking much, Kaname Kuran," I can finally say it to him – it feels great.

"Me too. I love you, my silver rose."

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-I'm sorry that the lemon was so… short and not too much detailed too, but I wasn't in the mood for a long one. From the start I was aiming for a happy ending, so there was no doubt in me that Zero should end up with Kaname in the end. Hope you liked it – thanks for all the reviews and favs…