Whoopie! I finally get to start chapter 3.
I don't own Vampire Knight, if I did, Kaname and Zero would be LFL (lovers for life).
Room 206
Click! Bloody Rose sounded off as Zero pushed the loaded magazine into place. He ran his fingers over the cool metal of the gun, tracing the scripted writing inscribed into the metal. He'd been assigned to a mission just hours ago. Cross wasn't particularly happy with the mission, -neither was his sensei- stating that going into the den of an unknown number of Level Es was damn near suicide. He had to do this though. He needed to take this mission because he needed to feel like his heritage wasn't so utterly lost to him.
He smiled as he placed a few spare clips into his inner coat pocket. There was hardly anything like the anticipation of the hunt. The pins and needles tingling over the skin, the clarity of the senses, the near intoxicating amount of adrenaline romping through the blood, were all welcomed symptoms for all Hunters. To him, the hunt was not about killing Level Es. He wasn't going to simply murder beasts; he was going to save two sets of people: those that the Level Es preyed upon and the Ends from an all-consuming bloodlust. Going insane with bloodlust was one of few things in the world that he feared. He would rather die than be stripped of all his sense of self and become a beast lost to all rational thought, enslaved to his dark need.
His traitorous thoughts meandered to him, Kaname Kuran the source of much of the turmoil brewing within his mind lately. Last year he'd hated the pureblood with a vehement passion, now… he didn't know anymore. Things had been so much simpler before the class trip to the onsen, and most definitely before their night walk. Lately he'd found himself thinking of the gorgeous brunette more than he wanted to count and feeling a tad bit disappointed if the pureblood failed to look his way during class exchanges- which was rare. An image of those garnet globes melting when they spotted him rose into his mind and-before he knew it- Zero smiled.
His eyes expanded in surprise. What the hell? He was not supposed to enjoy thinking about the pureblood. He… damn. The pureblood was supposed to be his rival, his enemy goddammit, but yet he couldn't help the tiny tingles that ripped through him when those perfect lips quirked into a faint smile that faded in a twinkling. He glowered at nothing in particular, rested his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. The beautiful vampire was becoming a near constant in his mind, always lurking within his thoughts to throw his emotions into disarray just when he believed he had them in check. Damn you Kuran.
Pain plowed into him, constricting around his throat and digging into his chest with a vengeance. He gasped, countenance a picture of surprise. He was hungry? He'd just fed not too long ago; he shouldn't be lusting after the other's blood so soon. Was his hunger triggered by thinking about the pureblood? No, it couldn't be. He did not have those types of feelings for the older vampire. Then, why was he lusting so badly? He did not want the brunette's blood. He needed it to be at peak performance for his mission- at least that's what he told himself. However, a part deep down in the depths of his soul knew otherwise. He stood quickly and exited the room.
Kaname stood in the mirror of his opulent bathroom, a towel thrown around his waist, drying his dripping hair when his bite area began to throb. He stopped his actions, features mildly surprised. Zero's feeding habits were becoming bit erratic as of late. He finished dabbing his hair and-utilizing vampire speed- threw on a pair of dark trousers and a wine collared shirt.
Zero grasped the handle to the Moon Dormitory's entrance, trying to ignore the vampire auras slithering over his Hunter's senses, and opened the French door. He entered the building, instantly becoming aware of the 'you don't belong here filth' auras reaching out to engulf him. He ignored the derisive gazes the vampires sitting in the common area of the dormitory gave him and continued up the staircase to the second story.
Ruka had started descending the staircase when she met Zero. Her eyes flashed in contempt. Why was that Level D here? She glowered at him, her aura crackling with animosity. She had begun to notice that the Level D's presence at the Moon Dormitory- specifically around Kaname-sama- was becoming frequent. His recurring presence was not what bothered her; it was the obvious scent of Kaname-sama's blood pervading the air during the ex-human's 'visits' that really got her goat. "What are you doing here Level D?" She asked venomously, tilting her chin up arrogantly.
Zero glowered at her. "None of your business," he replied, acid lacing his tone.
Anger flashed through those eyes. How dare this- this creature speak to her with such impudence. The Level D was an insect that needed to be squashed. "If I were you I would watch my tongue and learn my place," she growled menacingly, allowing her aura to surge forth and crawl over him.
He stood his ground, refusing to back down. "But you're not me now are you." He raised his eyes when Aidou and Kain came into view, both dressed smartly in their white school uniforms. Aidou glowered at him heatedly while Kain regarded him with fascinated ginger eyes. Great. The Three Stooges were altogether and were going to make his life a living hell. He glowered at Aidou more than Kain.
"What are you doing here?" Aidou asked, voice dripping with hostility as he folded his arms.
"I'll tell you what I told her," he nodded towards Ruka, who was fuming by now, "none of your business." He took a step up.
Aidou snorted and stuck his chin out defiantly. "Why can't you just go be an insolent pest somewhere else?" He said, arms folded, tone hostile.
"Why can't you go be an asshole somewhere else?" He enquired, a sense of self-satisfaction filling him when the blonde nobleman's boyish countenance contorted in outrage.
"Why you--" He interrupted himself when an overshadowing aura prickled across all of their senses.
Kaname stood at the top of the stairs, an indecipherable expression on his features. "Zero-san. Come." He beckoned the silver haired vampire to him, managing to maintain his usual expressionless face even though his lips threatened to curl up into a smile.
Zero breezed by the other three nobles, gaining a bit of satisfaction from the jealous glares he received from Aidou and Ruka, and fell in step behind the pureblood.
Ruka and Aidou glowered furiously at Zero's back, angry that somehow he'd managed to gain Kaname's attention when they had not. The two blondes growled enviously and began to descend the steps while the fiery haired vampire merely gave a sigh and followed them. If the Level D was the reason for the faint light he often saw in their leader's eyes, there was going to be trouble. A pureblood loving a low class vampire such as a Level D was intensely frowned upon, criminal even. The relationship would not bode well with other members of vampire society, especially purebloods. Kain frowned as he followed the other two, drowning out the jealous ire choking the air around them. Perhaps, though, whatever was between them was merely 'feeding sessions', but he knew his leader too good (after having quietly observed him for so many years) to know that it was already so much more to him. Kain ran a hand through his fiery locks and heaved another sigh. He hoped Kaname-sama knew what he was doing.
Zero silently followed the brunette down the near dark hallway, valiant in his attempts to keep his treacherous eyes from roaming over his perfect form. However, he failed and found his gaze glued to the point below the pureblood's belt, gazing at two perfectly toned and sculpted cheeks. Damn, Kaname's got a nice ass. He balked at his own lewd thoughts. He didn't just think that did he? It had to be the hunger talking, but yet he felt oddly lucid. Oh god. He averted his eyes but almost instantaneously found his gaze redirected to the other's rather attractive backside. This was madness! He was staring at Kaname's ass like some lecher for Pete's sake! Moreover, what was worse, he didn't feel bad about it. Well if he doesn't notice.
Kaname did notice Zero's intense gaze on him and he couldn't help the faint smile or the subsequent words that poured smoothly from his lips. "Enjoying the make of my trousers Zero?" He teased, glancing over his shoulder just in time to see the prefect blush all the way to the tips of his ears.
Shit. He'd been caught, so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He ignored the brunette and strode into the other's room, hardly reacting when he heard the door close and the click of the lock. He regarded the pureblood with folded arms, finally noticing that only three buttons on his shirt were done while the rest were unattended, exposing his toned belly.
"Your feeding habits are becoming erratic Zero," Kaname began matter-of-factly, keenly aware of the amethyst orbs that seemed to be taking in every detail of his skin. "Are you alright?" He approached his prefect and placed a hand on his forehead, deeming the usual way he checked for fever a bit too intimate for the young man at the moment.
The control he'd had on his hunger crumbled into ashes at that touch and his fangs readily revealed themselves, aching with need. "I'm fine," he answered honestly, attention resting upon the flawless neck exposed to him.
The scarlet that had leapt into those incredible lavender eyes sent a spike of something akin to hunger spearing through the pureblood and it was all he could do to repress his need. The prefect was not fine. However, he would not push the matter right now, not when the vampire in him was begging to be bitten. "Then shall we?" He turned his head, baring his neck to the prefect, and smiled at the spike in the ex-human's bloodlust.
Zero did not hesitate this time, neither did he slam the brunette into the wall; instead he took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them. Amethyst globes rose to briefly glance into garnet ones reveling in the way they softened. Kaname's scent was wonderful, his flawless skin smelled of roses and his silken hair of fresh shampoo. He put an arm around the other's slender waist, blushing at his own boldness, and leaned forward. He slowly, sensually licked the pureblood's bite area.
Kaname suppressed the tremble that sought to ripple through his entire body and waited to feel the prefect's fangs piercing his flesh, but it never came. Instead, he received another series of licks that turned into gentle kisses that soon had the pureblood nearly reeling in pleasure. This was torture of the sweetest and cruelest kind. His senses trained themselves on Zero, his scent, the arm looped possessively around his waist, the body pressed so wickedly close to his, the lust threatening to enwrap him, and the sinful ministrations he was bestowing upon that erogenous spot. He closed his eyes, knowing that by now they were dyed pink. Zero was walking a dangerous line. His attentions roused the starving beast within, causing it to hurl itself against the shields of his control.
Zero could stand it no longer. He had to have the pureblood's crimson essence. Bestowing one last lick upon the pureblood's velvety skin, he gave sigh and pierced him. Blood beaded forth, flowing freely into his waiting mouth. Zero closed his eyes as he drank, savoring the ambrosial fluid that inundated his mouth with each heaving draw. Kaname's blood was so delicious, so intoxicating, and so… addictive.
Kaname threaded his fingers through soft silvery tresses, desperately fighting to subdue the shudders seeking to snake through his body. His knees quivered, threatening to buckle as the erotic feel and sound of Zero lapping up his blood pervaded his senses, nearly disintegrating his guard. He wanted to let go, he yearned to say fuck it and allow himself to wallow in all that was Zero, but he dared not, for letting go was asking for disaster.
Zero finished and dislodged his fangs, sweeping his tongue over that pale skin to erase every single stray droplet that dared dribble forth. With single-minded focus, he dotingly licked the duo of small wounds until they faded, fighting through the aftereffects of pure blood flowing through his system to restrain the urge to shower the pureblood's neck in kisses. He wanted to focus his attention on that slender neck, but he dared not, not with the heat spreading rapidly through his body. With pleasure-thick eyes, he looked up at the pureblood, unwilling to remove himself from the embrace just yet.
Kaname stared into the nearly lidded lavender orbs gazing up at him, an involuntary moan vibrating through his chest when he dropped his gaze to those sculpted lips. A single ruby droplet oozed from the corner of the prefect's lips towards his chin, making Zero look undeniably sexy. Acting on instinct, he dipped his head and caught the droplet with his tongue, following its track back up to the corner of that lovely mouth. He lingered for a moment, not savoring the blood- it was only his after all- but cherishing the way Zero's nostrils flared at the close contact, the heat crackling throughout the air between them, and the nearness of those perfectly sculpted lips.
God he wanted Zero. He yearned to have every bit of this boy- his love, his body, his blood- in his possession. He wanted to take him at this very moment, to give him mind-numbing pleasure, to revel in his blood and the aftereffects of a completed bond, but he would wait. After all gnawing forlornness and a starving heart was little price to pay to win Zero affection.
Zero finally registered what happened, his inhibitions quite low due to being hopped up on Kaname's heady elixir, and abruptly released the brunette. He scrambled backwards, even though he knew he should be moving forward- towards the door. Holy shit. What the hell just happened? Oh, yeah… Kaname had just kissed him! He'd-- he'd. Shit. Zero's mind reeled, spinning at blurring speed and confusing him further. He didn't need this right now, he had a mission to complete. "Damn you Kaname! I don't need this shit right now," he snarled at the brunette before scurrying as fast as his legs would take him from the room.
Kaname turned and observed the door, not at all surprised at the prefect's outburst. He cursed himself, irritated that he'd allowed his urges to get the better of him. He should have known better than to do something so intimate to the prickly ex-human without his consent. A sigh escaped him. He was ridiculous, pining after this Level D. Any other pureblood would have bound Zero as their thrall months ago and would consider his pursuit of such an inferior ranking vampire foolish. He would admit he had briefly contemplated making Zero his thrall- binding the prefect to himself permanently- but he couldn't do it. The thought of the life in those lovely amethyst orbs dulling and the prefect becoming a living breathing automaton whose sole reason for living was to make him happy was repulsive to him. He would never make Zero into a living doll, a bauble on display for his master's pleasure. Time was nothing, but binding Zero was too big a price to pay.
The sun had disappeared behind the city's rooftops by the time Zero made it to the specified location. Shadows danced upon the dilapidated building, creating an even more foreboding atmosphere to surround the structure. The building, a two story townhouse was secluded yet not far from the slums where the homeless and prostitutes often roamed the streets all hours of the night. It was the perfect den for Level Es. He focused his senses, already having detected multiple vampire auras extending to prickle his consciousness. He drew Bloody Rose and stealthily made his way to the building.
Kaname gripped his books to his chest and took in a deep breath. Ever since Zero had left his room, he'd been plagued with pangs of anxiety. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. Was Zero alright? He employed his senses to scan the area outside of the Moon Gates for the prefect's distinctive aura. It was nowhere to be found. The presentiments nagging him amplified. Something was wrong.
The gates to the Moon Dormitory boomed as they were gradually opened, revealing the clamoring admirers outside.
He stepped forward and led the way towards the crowd, expression more stoic than usual. His eyes landed on the side where Zero usually stood guard and found the Chairman standing there, his usual liveliness somewhat subdued as he calmed the squealing mass of girls. He turned his attention to Yuki. Her expression was somber and fraught with worry. He smiled at her and she gave a sad smile back, before he proceeded past her. The foreboding emotions that had been merely nagging him sharpened and changed into genuine fear, but no one was the wiser, for he maintained his poise and continued towards class as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Bloody Rose glowed as Zero fired two bullets, one to the Level Es heart and one to its head. It burst into black ashes, hazing his sight for an instant, but that was all that was needed. He sensed the other Level E just in time to turn and avoid its fatal blow but not in time to evade injury.
Its sharp, filthy claws raked over his shirt, slicing through his light armor to lacerate the soft flesh of his torso.
Zero grimaced and backpedaled, seeking to put enough space between them so he could regroup. However, the Level E did not grant him such luxury. It came at him full force, viciously swiping at him with its razor-sharp claws. The Level End was fast, but Zero was faster as he avoided its attacks, ignoring the red-hot pain that speared him with each movement. Damn.
He stepped aside just as it lunged at him, fangs fully extended and ready to tear flesh, and pulled the trigger. Again, Bloody Rose answered his command and sent a silver bullet ripping through its temple, killing it on contact.
Zero heard the other End coming when he'd avoided the last one's assault and knew that he couldn't evade it. His wound was deep and he was losing blood. He knew what he had to do. At the last minute, he turned and allowed it to collide with him, driving them both backwards until he was slammed into a wall. Blinding pain spiked through him but he worked through it, focusing all his senses so they didn't scatter into chaos.
The Level End, a half-naked man twice his size, snarled, slamming the hand with Bloody Rose in it against the rickety wall. "Snack," it managed to articulate through a savage snarl.
Zero stared back at the creature whose eyes burned with scarlet and fangs dripped with crystalline droplets of saliva. There was no sentience in its red-glowing eyes, only unadulterated animalistic hunger. This was no man, it was a beast. He sympathized with the creature, knowing that if first Yuki then Kaname had not been so kind to him, he would be in this same predicament, a creature driven to insanity by its vile need. Death was its only salvation.
In a blurring movement, he flicked the knife concealed in his sleeve out, silently thanking his sensei for the suggestion, and plunged the enchanted dagger up to the hilt into its chest cavity, piercing its heart.
It roared and released his hand, stumbling backwards.
Zero raised Bloody Rose and fired, wincing at the pain in his wrist. The bullet plowed into its forehead and out the back of its skull, destroying its brain. It went still and turned into black ash that dropped to the worn floorboards in a heap.
Without taking a breath, Zero bounded forward, going into a somersault that sent him rolling across the floor and out of another Level Es attack zone. He rose smoothly to his feet just as it propelled itself from the wall like a missile and lobbed off two shots- one to the forehead the other between the eyes-, immediately killing it.
It exploded in a cloud of black dust that flew all over Zero.
Zero growled and shook the dust from his hair, feeling somewhat nauseated. He stood stiffly, hissing when his injury protested, and moved his jacket aside to gauge the wound. Three of its claws did the most damage while the pinky and thumb seemed to just leave minor cuts. It was sluggishly bleeding and did not look like it was going to heal before he got back to Cross Academy. He sighed. Not only was he going to have to deal with Yuki and Cross cosseting him, but he was also going to have to contend with smelling like a welcoming snack to every bloodsucker on campus. A glower played across his face, before fading to a snarl of agony when his wound smarted.
He stretched his senses, checking for any Level E he may have missed. A wave of nausea coiled through him. The building reeked of decay, blood (his included), rotting corpses, and death, a repugnant concoction to someone like him. He detected no other vampire auras. It was over. He holstered Bloody Rose and took a breather, allowing the adrenaline rush he'd been experiencing during the Hunt to subside slowly, leaving his senses on edge.
He'd just exited the building and walked into the open when something hot tore first into his shoulder then his thigh, crippling him. Zero jerked forward and tumbled downward, landing on his hands and knees.
Kaname had been sitting in class when the first wave of distress slammed through their one-sided bond and was outside the academy gates when the second hit. His stomach plummeted to his knees at the intensity of the emotions. It was as if Zero was calling out to him for aid. Calming his pounding heart, he concentrated his 'other' senses on their bond, brushing against his dear prefect's consciousness until his beloved's aura sparked and burned as if he'd shot off a flare. The pureblood bolted towards the city, his superior speed rendering him a mere blur to the humans still traveling the streets.
Zero was in near unbearable pain, the poison from the hunter's bullets wreaking havoc on his system. He shook terribly, fighting off the steadily creeping panic to apply his scrambled thoughts to a plan of action. His trigger arm had been shot and was useless, his injury was not going to allow him to use his dagger, and he couldn't run. Peachy. He was so bent on attempting to push the white-hot agony to the back of his mind that he didn't even raise his head when a set of worn boots came into view.
"I knew you'd come running sooner or later boy," a familiar voice said.
Zero jerked his head up, eyes narrowing to slits when he saw the same hunter from their nightwalk- except in double vision. Son of a bitch. "You," he snarled hatefully.
He stopped a few feet away, knowing better than to get close to a vampire, even a crippled one. "You Kiryuus always made me so sick, acting all high and mighty just because your Hunter's blood was stronger than most." He chuckled nastily. "I bet your parents would die of shame if they were alive to find out their beloved little boy was what they hated most in the world."
Despite the near unbearable pain tearing through his senses and setting every nerve alight with agony, Zero managed to direct a withering glare to the man looming over him. "What are you going to do… kill me? You'll have to forgive me when I don't beg for my life." He'd felt it a while ago, the gentle brush across his mind, and was feeling it again. What the hell was that?
He chuckled and took a step forward to look down upon the trembling youth. Lascivious thoughts of having Zero in this position- on his knees before him- that cute little mouth stretched wide as he roughly thrust a certain hardened part of his anatomy in and out of its warmth crossed his mind. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. Yet. Like I said, you grew up well and I'd like to see how well before I put a bullet between your eyes."
Zero managed to push himself to his knees, body quaking uncontrollably. His vision wobbled and hazed in intervals, his head swam, it was becoming a chore just to hold his head up, and his limbs felt dead. He knew from the malevolent rapacity claiming the man's features what was in store for him and inwardly he shuddered.
The Hunter leaned down, figuring that the charms he'd cast upon those two bullets had rendered the youth as weak as a kitten, and placed a hand upon his head. "I promise though, that before I'm done with you, you will pray for death." He couldn't wait to violate the boy's delicious frame. Images of the milky red mixture of his seed and the youth's blood seeping from that tight sheath rose into his mind. His want was so bad that he could almost hear the youth's agonizing wails as he pounded ruthlessly into his raw and bloodied passage. His manhood responded accordingly to the wanton desire roiling through him, hardening almost painfully. He could hardly wait to get him back… to… his… Shit! What the hell was his problem? He'd been so hard-up on fantasizing about the boy that he hadn't sensed it. He snarled angrily. Was there still time?
Kaname halted and he felt his heart stop beating at the sight before him. Zero was on his knees posture slumped, form unmoving. The faint pulse and very shallow breaths that reached the pureblood's acute ears let him know that his beloved prefect was still alive. He was at the other's side in a blink, placing an arm around his neck. "Zero."
Zero had been drifting out of consciousness when an overpowering aura pulled him back to the waking world. Gentle hands touching him and a soothing voice tenderly saying his name opened his eyes. He looked directly into the worried garnet eyes of the pureblood. Zero gave a wan smile, thinking of how he'd never been happier to see the pureblood in all his life. "Kaname…" he trailed off, forgetting what he wanted to say.
He kissed Zero's forehead and caressed his cheek. They had to get somewhere fast, dusk was coming and he did not want to risk any more problems with Zero in such a fragile state. The ex-human urgently needed to feed. Cross Academy was too far away. A hotel was their only option. "Can you stand?"
Probably not, he thought sourly. He nodded.
Kaname rose to his feet. He knew Zero more than likely could not stand, but he also understood his pride.
He put his weight on his uninjured leg and tried to stand, only to collapse when the world gave a stomach-turning lurch. Fucking great. Not only did he have to be rescued by the pureblood, but he couldn't even stand. He cursed under his breath averting his eyes. He should have sensed the Hunter; he should have avoided his attack. But of course, he couldn't even do that r--- Strong arms pulled him to his feet, careful of his wounds and he found himself leaning on the pureblood for support. He wanted to growl at the brunette, but couldn't when a hitch of pain seared through him, causing tears to accumulate at the corners of his eyes. He moaned low in his throat body going into another bout of shivers. What did that bastard do to him?
Later, Kaname helped Zero into their hotel room, sending a fleeting glance to the numbers 206 embossed into the wood of the door. The room was not as extravagant and lavish to which he was accustomed but was rather… quaint. He didn't have time to fret about the details, all he cared about was the lone double bed positioned in the center of the room. He kicked the door shut, released the wounded hunter, and went to the bed to turn back the covers. He'd barely finished when he had to catch the other to prevent him from collapsing to the carpeted floor.
He guided Zero who was noticeably pale by now to the bed and sat him down, pushing down the sickening worry thudding through his system. "I need to get you out of these clothes."
They'd both gotten peculiar looks from the clerk because of their bloodstained clothes- his being more noticeable because he was dressed in white. Luckily, she wouldn't remember ever seeing them.
Zero nodded, bracing for the pain, and allowed Kaname to relieve him of his blood soaked garments. The painstaking care the older vampire took to make sure he didn't irritate his wound both surprised and touched his heart. He watched as the pureblood stopped, obviously having spotted the gashes adorning his side.
Oh Zero. He looked up at the prefect, who was doing his damnedest not to cry out from every touch. The wound was deep, but that wouldn't have worried him so much if it weren't for the two hunter's bullets pumping silver into his bloodstream. Zero was pale, his amethyst orbs were dull and sickly, and a sheen of sweat had formed on his brow. He needed blood immediately. "You need blood Zero," he stated sternly, letting the prefect know that he would accept no arguments on the matter.
Zero didn't feel like fighting with Kaname so he just slouched his shoulders, whimpering when his injuries raged at the action. He was surprised he hadn't gone into instant bloodlust for the pureblood's essence on sight. Maybe his lust was somewhat abated because of the agony he was currently experiencing. Now, though, he craved that heady elixir that only Kaname possessed.
Kaname straddled Zero, placing both knees on the mattress to keep from sitting in his lap, and quickly undid his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his throat, and bared his neck to the silver-haired prefect.
Zero wasted no time, giving a token lick before biting down roughly. He drank in ravenous draws more concerned with consuming the crimson elixir freely flowing into his waiting mouth than savoring it. It wasn't enough, he needed more. He pushed his fangs further into that pliant skin, deepening the wounds and increasing the blood flow. He closed his eyes, feeling his limbs starting to liven and the pain starting to numb as the pure blood surged through his veins. So good. Kaname's blood was so good. Let go. Let go, you're drinking too much. Just one more gulp.
Kaname's head began to reel, small black spots dotted his vision, and his heart palpitated wildly, trying to compensate for the loss of blood. Zero was drinking too much, but he couldn't stop him. Zero needed his blood to get better. If blood was all that Zero wanted of him, then he would cling to consciousness until he was sated. Making sure the prefect had enough blood to heal was the least he could do since he wasn't there to protect him. He entwined his fingers in the prefect's hair, restraining the urge to lean on him.
Zero's eyes flew open. Oh god, he drank too much. Kaname had saved his life and how did he repay him? By carelessly consuming his blood without any thought to how it would affect his donor. He chanced a glance up at the pureblood above him. Kaname's eyes were closed, his features a mix of pleasure and desperation. Why wasn't Kaname trying to stop him? Why was he cradling him close instead?
Zero did not want to let go. He didn't want to feel the absence of this luscious blood flooding his mouth. He wanted more. Drawing upon his will, he dislodged his fangs, voraciously licking up the crimson droplets pooling around the pair of puncture marks. He licked at the small red marks until they closed and heaved a content sigh, thankful that he no longer felt like shit (although he still felt quite crappy). "Sorry," he said contritely, enjoying the warm embrace enfolding him.
Kaname shrugged, gently, lovingly running a hand through his silvery locks, and stared down into those eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for Zero." They were in such an intimate position, their hips were so close, Zero was so close. Raw need sank its teeth into Kaname raging through his system and making its way southward. "You needed my blood and I was more than happy to give it."
Zero flopped back on the bed, eyes lidded from both ecstasy and weariness, and yawned tiredly. The agony had finally subsided but in its stead was near overwhelming somnolence. Why was he so sleepy? "But I drank too much." He was so tired, so ready to fall asleep, but he would fight it until he had apologized to Kaname. He didn't want the pureblood to think that he was nothing more than a blood bank.
Kaname swallowed, wetting his suddenly dry throat. He was so happy Zero's eyes were closed because he knew most definitely that his were dark with need. Their currently very personal position- having Zero beneath him- and the prefect's blood still lingering in the air put the pureblood in a bad spot. He wanted Zero, but he restrained his urges, opting instead to worry about tucking him in. "It's quite alright, Zero. It's not too big of a price to make sure you're better." Curbing the quivering breath that sought to flee his lips when the prefect smiled genuinely up at him, he leaned downwards and skimmed his fingertips over that angelic face.
Zero cracked open an eye, content to go to sleep now that he'd cleared that up. "I think I'll go to sleep now." He turned over and crawled to the head of the bed when he felt the absence of Kaname's weight, collapsing onto the covers.
Kaname smiled softly and ridded Zero of his shoes, almost smiling when he saw the polka dot socks. "Polka dots?"
Zero frowned- eyes still closed. "Yuki."
He smiled endearingly at his precious prefect, and pulled the covers down. He drew the thick covers over the ex-human, pulling them up to his chin, in essence tucking him in.
Zero frowned again, speech starting to slur as he drifted further into slumber. "Don't tell anyone… about this- my socks I mean," he slurred drowsily.
"Your secret is safe with me," he replied a tinge of amusement in his otherwise stoic voice. He knelt beside the bed, lovingly stroking Zero's velvety tresses. Someone, no, some hunter had the audacity to shoot his beloved. He didn't know who had done this to Zero, but they had better hope that he never discovered their identity. If he ever did find out their identity, they had better pray to the Almighty for mercy because he definitely would have none.
He continued tenderly carding his fingers through the sleeping prefect's hair for a while longer, until finally he figured he should stand and go sit in the chair. He stood and turned to leave, but stopped when a hand grasped his wrist. He faced Zero- whose sleepy lavender orbs were barely open but still focused on him- with an enquiring expression on his face. "Zero?"
"Don't go, stay," he said softly, those lavender orbs trained upon him.
Hadn't Zero just been asleep? The pleading expression in those hypnotic orbs rocked the core of his heart and spread light through his soul. Zero actually wanted him by his side. Months ago, the prefect would never have even tolerated his attempt at saving him, but now not only had he accepted his blood but he desired his presence. It was enough to knock the pureblood for six. He was speechless, only having enough wits about himself to nod reassuringly.
Without a word, he lifted the covers and climbed in alongside the prefect, heart pounding madly in his chest. He snuggled into the covers, laying on his back, and situated himself comfortably on the mattress. His heart stumbled over a few beats when Zero's hold on him abandoned his wrist for his hand. Kaname sighed softly, still a little woozy from his blood loss, and gazed up at the ceiling.
His thoughts ambled from various subjects, meandering their way from his life at present to the vampire next to him. He should have known the sense of foreboding plaguing him meant that Zero was heading into danger. Their bond, though incomplete, was still strong and as a pureblood, he was innately sensitive to his chosen mate. He'd never been so worried in his life when he felt the anguished cry sweeping through their link. It was as if his entire being had frozen in time when he'd seen him on that ground clothes crimson soaked, body unmoving, shoulders slumped. What if he had been too late? What if Zero had bled to death before he even reached him?
The thought of being too late to help the person he loved more than life sickened him, sending a spike of cold up his spine. Though their bond was not complete, Zero's death would devastate him. Madness would not have time to claim his mind, because he would end his life deeming oblivion's embrace finer than eternity without his dearly loved. He turned his head to look at Zero when the silver-haired youth turned to his side, still clenching his hand. Lying next to him with his silvery hair splayed over the pillowand his face beautifully tranquil, Zero was a portrait of loveliness.
Kaname smiled and reached over to lay a hand on the prefect's cheek. Zero. He remembered how contrite the ex-human had been when he realized he'd drank too much. Had he willingly offered his blood to any other vampire they wouldn't have cared if he were unconscious when they finished, but Zero even in his injured state had been concerned about his welfare. His features gentled and he allowed his fingertips to descend, tracing the intricate tattoo inked into his neck, then trailing downward until they stopped at his collarbone. His fangs throbbed insistently, begging to be embedded in that delectable neck. He tore his gaze from that enticing neck, knowing that if he permitted his eyes to linger there too long his hunger would only increase to new heights.
Hours ticked by and Kaname remained at Zero's side, on his back gazing around the dark room. Zero still held his hand as if even while he slept he was afraid that if he let go Kaname would abandon him. Kaname smiled and lifted the hand interlocked with his and tenderly kissed it, briefly allowing his lips to hover sinfully close to his skin. His gaze dropped to the prefect's sculpted lips, relaxed in sleep and he reached outward with his free hand to brush the beads of sweat from his brow. Zero was reacting better to being injured than he thought.
He'd called Takuma half an hour ago to notify him that they wouldn't be returning home tonight. He knew that he'd left the Night Class in capable hands and that Takuma could handle anything that went awry. A fond smile crossed his mouth when he thought about his childhood friend. Out of all the aristocrats in the Night Class, Takuma was closest to him and was rather skilled at reading his emotions. Takuma was also one of his few sources of comfort and happiness (besides Yuki) while he was forced to reside in the Ichijo manor with that bastard.
Zero's injuries must have started to heal because some time during the night he turned over and laid his head over Kaname's heart, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Kaname took in a trembling breath, willing his body not to react as he so badly desired. Feeling Zero this close, touching him like this, was enough to send him reeling in bliss. That elation however was coupled with another emotion: unease. The alluring odor of Zero's blood assaulting his nostrils, the heavenly feel of the prefect nestled on him, and the rhythmic sound of his relaxed breathing stirred the pureblood's hunger.
Hunger attacked Kaname, tackling his shield in the effort to break his control. Kaname winced and desperately directed his gaze to the ceiling, giving it his damnedest not to look down, but it was futile. His eyes, both beaming scarlet with desire, trailed past the platinum locks tickling his chin to the serene face of the ex-human. His gaze though it lovingly admired that beautiful face continued to travel until it stopped at his neck.
Kaname inhaled sharply, battling the urge to sink his aroused fangs into that delicate skin. Damn. He tore his eyes from that danger spot but they returned of their own volition, ogling the sleeping prefect's neck. God he wanted, no he needed Zero's blood, but he dared not take it. Just one bite, he won't even know that you'd have taken it, a dark voice purred in his mind. He couldn't, wouldn't take Zero's blood, not while he slept totally oblivious to his actions. It was wrong and he had vowed never to drink Zero's blood unless offered willingly. But he was so starved for Zero's crimson essence that it was a constant battle to keep those urges (that and making love to him throughout the night) at the back of his mind when near the smaller vampire. Now that the only thing keeping them separate was the fabric of his shirt… Lord help him.
He heaved a sigh, amusedly thinking of how hopeless he was, and kissed the crown of that silver head. "Zero," he breathed the boy's name. Zero had no idea how he tortured him.
Darkness faded from the room as dawn approached, bringing with it the light of a new day.
Zero awakened to strong arms engulfing him, a magnificent odor titillating his nostrils, and a strong steady heart beating in his ear. His eyes shot open and he looked down, realizing that his head was pillowed against Kaname's chest. Shiiiit! What the hell had he done? Wait. Was he holding Kaname's hand? Oh god. He hadn't just asked Kaname to stay; he'd held his hand all night and cuddled with him like a child with their favorite teddy bear. Oh god. Oh shit.
Kaname smirked when he felt Zero awaken. "Good morning," he said pleasantly, smiling softly at the prefect. "How are you feeling?"
Zero uncurled his hand from the brunette's and retreated to the other side of the bed-, which wasn't very far. "Uhm o-okay, still a little stiff," he replied sheepishly, trying not to look at the pureblood stretched languidly beneath the covers. Why did Kaname have to look so damned attractive in the morning- er night? And what was with that naughty glint in his eye? Did he know something he didn't?
Kaname did indeed know something Zero didn't know. He hadn't bitten the hunter while he slept, but that didn't mean he had not allowed his hand to have a playful romp over the other's body. Of course, he wouldn't tell Zero, for the prefect would surely overreact and label him a pervert. So instead, he turned onto his side, bending his elbow to rest his head upon a fist, and regarded the teenager sitting upright in the bed with a mischievous countenance. "I didn't take you as the type to enjoy cuddling," he stated offhandedly, looking forward to the blush that would-- ah there it was.
Zero cursed when he felt his cheeks burn with shame. Kaname was enjoying this. He glowered at the pureblood and folded his arms. "I was cold," he answered tersely, adamantly refusing to look at the handsome vampire next to him.
Kaname merely smiled. "Really?" He feigned surprise. "But I did not feel you shiver."
Zero didn't want to deal with this so he turned his back to the pureblood and nestled beneath the sheets. If Kaname wanted to be an ass then he would just ignore him. However, ignoring Kaname was one thing, but disregarding that intense gaze was quite a horse of different color.
Kaname smiled, resisting the urge to molest the prefect again, and got out of bed. He strode across the soft carpet to the bathroom, which was tiny by his standards, and shut the door behind him. As soon as he was out of sight, he shoved his hand in his pocket to retrieve the container of blood tablets residing within it. With no preamble, he popped the top and poured half its contents into his hand, threw them in his mouth, and swallowed them in one gulp. He frowned at the taste but gave a relieved sigh when his incessant hunger diminished. He turned on the tap and waited for the water to warm before splashing it in his face.
Zero growled, berating himself. He hated to admit it, but the bed felt empty without Kaname and- god help him- he wanted him back. What was the matter with him? Kaname was being a jerk, he shouldn't want him back in the bed with him; it was strange and wrong on so many levels. Yet, he found himself turning over and sniffing the spot where the other male had lain. Mmm. Kaname always smelled so delicious. Ever since he'd stopped hating the pureblood so much, he'd discovered that he was increasingly fond of his scent. He didn't' know if being keen on his blood partner's natural odor was inherent to vampire biology, and frankly, he didn't care to contemplate it at the moment. All he knew was that he enjoyed the other's distinctive odor and could probably pick him out of crowd of vampires.
The sound of soft footsteps prompted him to return to his former position. Kaname could never know that he secretly enjoyed his scent. If Kaname found out that blood wasn't the only thing of his he enjoyed, then it would become real and he would have to face the truth. Kaname was a pureblood and he was an ex-human bound to him by blood, their relationship was nothing more than a master and his slave. That was why Kaname was here to make sure that his slave stayed in good shape to do his bidding. His shoulders sagged at this thought and he buried his head under the covers.
The door opened and Kaname stepped out, feeling a heap better since he'd downed half a bottle of blood tablets. He regarded the lump in the bed, noticing the change in his aura immediately. "I'm going to take a shower."
Zero popped his head from beneath the covers and gave the pureblood an enquiring look. They didn't have any clean clothes and he knew that the tidy brunette would sooner don his birthday suit than wear dirty clothing. An image of a naked Kaname coming out of the shower with beads of water dripping from his wet hair and trickling down his pale skin materialized in his head. "But we have no clothes," he said, figuring he should occupy his naked-Kaname obsessed brain by talking.
"Actually we do." He gestured to a pile of neatly folded clothes in the leather armchair near the window. "I know the owner of a boutique not far from here and had her deliver fresh clothes here." He crossed to the chair and began sifting through the garments. "I hope you don't mind, but I guessed at your size."
Zero didn't speak. How was he going to repay Kaname? Not only had the pureblood rescued him from death and certain tortuous violation, but now he'd paid for the hotel room and purchased clothes for him. He was in the brunette's debt and he didn't know how to reimburse him.
"After I finish showering you can go in and we'll leave." He said before disappearing into the bathroom.
Leave, they were going to leave. He sighed. He didn't want to leave, because when they went back to Cross Academy he would be painfully reminded of the difference between their social statuses. A glower clung to his face and he called down a curse upon his own head, for his current thoughts. He knew it was stupid and dreadfully wrong but for now, he wanted to pretend that this illusion was real. He lay in the bed, listening to the shower going and attempting to push the words the hunter had said out of his mind. I bet your parents would die of shame if they were alive to find out their beloved little boy was what they hated most in the world. He closed his eyes, allowing those words to run rampant through his mind. He was a vampire. If his parents were alive, they would disown him. Before he could fall too far down the hole of self-hatred, the bathroom door opened, bringing with it the scent of soap and Kaname.
Kaname finger-combed his hair until it was presentable and strode to the bed's edge. He inclined his head when the prefect remained buried beneath the covers. Was something wrong? Was Zero starting to feel sick again? "Zero?"
Zero grit his teeth. He didn't want to get out of bed; he wanted to stay for a little while longer. Nevertheless, he couldn't just up and say 'I want to stay here so we can spoon a little longer'. His face reddened at the thought, making him happy that it wasn't visible.
"Are you alright?" Was there some sort of aftereffect to the Hunter's weapon? He was about to worry himself into a near fit when Zero pushed back the covers and sat up, his naked torso flawless once again. Ravenous sorrel eyes glued themselves to the other's exposed torso, admirng the corded muscles etched into that flat belly. It had to be a sin for an ex-human to be so beautiful.
"Yeah," he said slowly, sifting out the reluctance in his voice. Tentatively he put his feet on the floor, standing when pain did not impale him at the slightest amount of movement and pressure. "I'm fine." He was definitely not fine. Self-worth was a problem he'd been contending with since he was bitten- and he knew he was worthless- but this new feeling of wanting to be next to the pureblood was completely different. May he be damned, but he wanted to be enwrapped in those arms again, sleeping without worry. He cast a sad fleeting glance to the beautiful brunette on his way to the chair to gather up an outfit for the day and, after finding something suitable to his tastes, walked towards the bathroom.
Kaname lifted a delicate eyebrow at the reluctant expression he'd glimpsed on the prefect's face before it disappeared. Did Zero not want to leave? He stared at the bed for a few seconds and walked around to his side, pulling the sheet to so he could lay atop them before he climbed in. He closed his eyes, delighting in the other's delectable scent still lingering in the sheets.
Zero turned when he heard the rustle of covers. Kaname was getting back into bed? Why? "You're getting back into bed?"
Kaname yawned and gave a languid stretch. "I didn't sleep at all last night and since we don't have to check out until noon, I've decided to take a nap." He regarded the prefect with searching eyes, discerning the tiny change in his expression. "Do you want to join me?" He asked seductively, an enticing smile on his face.
Zero glowered at the pureblood and slammed the bathroom door. Once he was alone he shivered and let the blush run rampant across his cheeks. Why did Kaname have to say that? Why was he feeling like this? This was what he wanted. Yes, he wanted to join Kaname, but he refused to climb into bed with him awake. He wasn't afraid of Kaname or anything; he just didn't want the pureblood to get the wrong idea. What was his problem? He was no longer suffering from the poison from the Hunter's bullets, yet he wanted to cuddle with Kaname. How could the pureblood not get the wrong idea?
He deposited his clothes on the counter and walked to the tub, turning the knob for the shower. He tested the water spewing from the showerhead with a hand and stepped in once it was to his liking. A sigh escaped him when the hot water pelted his skin, soothing his muscles and washing away the dried blood. He knew going to hop back into bed with the pureblood was asking for trouble, but he couldn't resist the urge. He wanted if but for a little while to feel warm and safe.
Half an hour later, Zero stepped out of the bathroom, disposition somewhat better because of his fresh feeling. He sat his ruined clothing next to Kaname's- on top of the far side table- and regarded the form lying beneath the comforter. He listened closely, discerning after a moment or so that the pureblood was sleeping. He fidgeted nervously and crept to the bed, knowing how insanely keen the brunette's senses were. Carefully he lifted the covers and slowly slid onto the mattress. When the other didn't react, he let out a tiny breath of relief and snuggled into the covers.
Kaname's brow furrowed.
A dark room. Handcuffs of Hunter origin binding him to the wall. A whip turning his exposed back to ribbons. "You are not fit to be a pureblood." Silence. Cold, hard hands reaching down to grasp his hips...
Zero sat up and turned over when he heard the pureblood moan. The stricken expression on the pureblood's sleeping face instantly piqued his concern. Was Kaname having a nightmare? His features softened and he reached out, gently stroking the other vampire's hair. "Kaname. Kaname wake up," he called softly.
A soft, familiar voice and gentle touch translated into Kaname's unconscious self. The cold hands ceased their groping, the handcuffs disappeared, and the pain halted. The room shifted and scrambled, melting until it transformed into another location.
He was a boy again, standing in the field of flowers behind his home. It was nighttime, the moon was full, and he was not alone. Strong arms reached down and lifted him off the ground. He looked up into the adoring eyes of his father, Haruka Kuran. Small hands touched his father's face and he gave a cry of surprise when another set of arms wrapped around him. His mother's tinkering laughter rang in his ears as she nuzzled his hair. He smiled happily, heart content, as his parents simultaneously embraced his small frame.
Kaname's eyes opened and fell upon the back of Zero's head. He smiled softly. No one had ever chased away his nightmares after his parents' death, until tonight. Zero was his safe haven. He laid there and simply watched the beautiful boy alongside him. He allowed his eyes to drift to the baby fine hair extending to the nape of his beloved's neck and the tranquil rise and fall of his shoulders as he slept. An overpowering need to have the prefect in his arms again filled him. He shouldn't do it. But Zero was sleeping. Cautiously, he burrowed close to his beloved, spooning him from the back, and draped an arm around his slender waist. With a content sigh, he closed his eyes and floated into a peaceful slumber.
Zero who had awakened when the brunette drew him into his arms clenched his jaw and glowered. He wanted to push the pureblood away and yell at him for daring to get so close, but he didn't. He didn't want Kaname to let him go, not now, not when he just wanted to live this little fantasy for a while longer.
Kaname slid into the back of the luxury vehicle, grateful for tinted windows, and relaxed into the dark leather seats. He smiled faintly at the silver-haired vampire that climbed in next to him, shutting the door once he was settled. "We should sleep together again some time," he stated silkily, leaning over to brush a hand across the smaller vampire's exposed neck.
A shiver that he couldn't deny snaked through him and he blushed. Why did Kaname have to make it sound as if they'd done it?"Don't say it like that," he scolded the irrepressible male, buckling his safety belt just as the car accelerated.
Kaname smiled at the other's bashfulness. "Like what?" He drew nearer to his dear prefect, enjoying the way his nostrils flared and his heartbeat quickened.
"Like we slept together."
Kaname's eyes sparkled naughtily. "But we did." The twitch the prefect gave and the subsequent blush was too adorable for words. Really, he couldn't wait for Zero to be his.
Zero sent a withering glare to the currently light-hearted brunette. Kaname was truly insufferable. "We did, but you make it seem as if we…" He swallowed hard, fidgeting shyly. "You know." He whispered the last couple of words, casting a wary glance to the chauffeur.
Kaname chuckled. After a few moments of riding in silence, he decided to speak. "I thought Hunters were not supposed to fall asleep in a vampire's presence."
Zero's shoulders tensed. Kaname was right. A hunter was not supposed to fall asleep in the presence of a vampire, especially a pureblood. He however had slept quite well in the presence of a pureblood. "I know." He cut his eyes to the pureblood, whose expression was quickly changing into one of regret. "I guess you're not as scary as you think," he kidded.
Kaname's eyes sparkled softly and he leaned over, sniffing Zero's neck. He wondered how the platinum haired angel would smell after using lavender bath salt. Probably good enough to devour whole. "I suppose not." He turned Zero's head to face him, cupping his chin with a hand. "But perhaps that is only because you have nothing to fear from me." He whispered sensually his breath tickling across Zero's lips.
This was so wrong. He wanted to melt on the spot, but he couldn't. This was Kaname for cry out freaking loud. He couldn't turn into a blushing idiot for this arrogant, manipulative, gentle, kind, gorgeous…. Why couldn't he melt for the pureblood again? He stared into those breathtaking eyes feeling himself floating into that ever-intense gaze. Damn. This was getting bad. "You were having a nightmare." He nearly winced when he saw the warmth disappear and the other male don his veil.
"Yes," he stated indifferently, demeanor nearly doing a complete one-eighty.
"Do you have them a lot?" He asked, his caretaker nature instantly wanting to help fix whatever was causing the pureblood pain. It was difficult for him to believe that the rich and powerful Kanme Kuran had his own personal problems, but that didn't mean he liked the fact. He didn't like the idea that some even terrible enough to give him nightmares had happened to the pureblood. A person like Kaname should not have to suffer. Ever.
Kaname closed himself off, not wanting Zero to know why he had that nightmare. He didn't want Zero to know how soiled and weak he truly was, for he would surely spurn him. His garnet orbs shifted and he directed his attention to the window behind Zero. The last thing he wanted to do was draw away from Zero, but he couldn't bear for him to see him as anyone other than the powerful, self-confident, poised person into which he'd shaped himself. He scooted away and began staring out of the window.
Zero grit his teeth. Damn. Way to stick your foot in your mouth Kiryuu. He should have known better than to bring it up. Kaname had a lot of pride; he probably didn't want anyone to know about his problem much less bring it back up. He sat there, trying to think of something to say to ease the tension currently permeating the air. Therefore, he did the only thing he could think of: he grasped Kaname's hand.
Kaname regarded Zero with slightly surprised eyes. He smiled at the beautiful hunter. Damn he loved this boy.
Zero stared meaningfully into those sorrel eyes, pink tingeing the apples of his cheeks, feeling the tension choking the air dissipate. He looked away, keeping his hold on the other's hand. Thoughts of the hunter's cruel words echoed throughout his mind filling him with woe. He didn't want to think about how humiliated his parents would feel-if they were alive- about the only half of their twins that could be used as a Hunter being turned into their mortal enemy. It would bring dishonor on their entire clan. He was a stigma on the Kiryuu line. What made the Hunter hate his family so much? His skin crawled when he thought about what the Hunter wanted to do to him, but that feeling- along with his bout of self-loathing- disappeared when a thumb began rubbing his hand in soothing circles.
He cast a quick glance to the pureblood and laid his head on the car door, his gaze lingering on the urban scenery outside of the tinted window. He could descend into a slump of self-loathing but, for once, he didn't feel like it. It had been a while since he'd felt so secure around anyone to snuggle up with them since Ichiru and he had Kaname to thank for that. He didn't know why he felt so secure around the pureblood or why he'd wanted to be near the other male so badly that he'd actually allowed him to spoon him. He scoffed to himself. Maybe it was because he'd been wounded and the subsequent feeling of vulnerability had left him desirous for a semblance of security. He chanced a glance to the brunette-who was staring out of the window- and at the hand interlocked with his. Maybe not. Something had changed between them and Zero wasn't entirely sure if that was a bad thing.
They disembarked when the car stopped, saying nothing even after it had smoothly glided away. Cross Academy was deserted, all its students attending their last period class.
Zero shoved his hands in his pockets and jingled the change-bus fare- in his pocket. Almost timidly, he raised his lavender gaze to the brunette standing not two meters away. He hadn't thanked the beautiful pureblood for his kindness. "Thanks for the help," he managed, resenting the fact that he'd needed to be rescued, but unable to fault the pureblood for extending his aid.
Kaname noticed the shift in Zero's aura. It had been nearly unguarded in the car, but now that they were back on campus grounds, it was bordering on distant. He took a step forward, seeking to diminish the space between them, but stopped when the prefect mirrored his actions the opposite way. Damn. "You're welcome Zero, but I would gladly do it again," he replied with no uncertain surety.
Zero's brow lifted and an indecipherable expression passed over his face before he nodded, gave an almost reluctant good-bye, and walked towards the Chairman's office. It had been agreed that he would notify the Chairman of his return and report to class as soon as possible. Not even braving the imminent mollycoddling Cross would bestow upon him- and being called Zero-rin until he wanted to shave off his ears- could completely sour his tolerable mood. He turned and regarded the pureblood who was strolling away as well. "Kaname."
Kaname turned at the sound of Zero's voice, giving him his full attention.
Shit. Why did he just call him and what did he want to say? He wanted to slap himself. It was afternoon and the sun was pelting down on Kaname's sensitive skin. He couldn't just stand here like a moron trying to articulate something out of thin air. "Sleep well." The appreciative smile that cracked that handsome face melted a fraction of Zero's heart.
Kaname nodded, appreciating Zero's concern despite being forced to remember his weakness. "Try not to kill Cross-san."
Zero's eyes sparkled and he turned away, blushing from the effects of that intense gaze. He swallowed hard and continued his stroll towards the Chairman's office, relishing the airy feeling pulsing through his system.
Kaname watched Zero stride away briefly before turned to stride briskly towards the Moon Dormitory. He tenderly brushed Zero through their incomplete bond, a thrill flittering through his system and to his heart when he felt the faint answer from his beloved prefect. Zero, even though he was a vampire now, still had hunter's blood flowing through his veins. No hunter master or apprentice would ever fall asleep in the presence of a vampire, let alone a pureblood. Zero however had slept soundly in his arms, twice. It did not serve as a testament of how weak and vulnerable he had been because of his injuries, but to something deeper. Zero trusted him, and that would have never happened if they hadn't been alone in that hotel room 206. He allowed his joy to ripple throughout his body, bubbling through his heart and resonating through his soul. Even though they were going their separate ways and would not get to be alone for a while, Kaname was none the worse for wear because trust was one of the first steps towards love.
Squeee! I finished the 3rd chapter! *Claps enthusiastically at the quick update*. Thank you so much for all your review I was only expecting like two or three but Wow you guys*humbly bows*. Oh and yes I have read and am reading Yen Girl's (who is a stellar writer by the way) fab-u-lous fic TOHOM and was inspired partly by it ("The Sound of Music" inspired the concept of this fic). However, the similarities stop in the next chapter. Aww I didn't know anyone would like Hunter, good thing I had him slotted for this chapter.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and my apologies if it's no good. I don't know if I'll be able to update as soon next week because well I've got school *sobs and hugs Zero and Kaname plush dolls promising to update about their counterparts soon*. Anyway, things start to really progress along in the next few chapters, but look for the inevitable wrench. Again thank you for all of your reviews I am so happy you like the story. Oh and don't forget to R & R because my Muse needs her wheaties.
Later Taters :P