Well... at least I haven't dropped it... Cheers.
At the end of the day, a pretty woman didn't seem exactly the release he'd been looking for. The weight of the entire fucking scrutinising vampire world on his shoulders was slowly flipping his switches, turning on each nerve until his annoyance thrummed through his fingertips. He tapped his nails on the arm of a chair, sitting in his room and staring down a vase Yuki'd bought for him. He felt more tense and apprehensive than during the last job with Kaname, whose name, at the moment, brought on an incredible surge of anger so voluminous and potent that it left his arms quaking, jaw chattering, clawing the upholstery until the rich green was left threadbare, spotted with blood from nails broken at the quick. He knew he couldn't take a confrontation with the man without causing some hurt; the damage done to his pride was no longer ignorable. To have someone just like them have to defend him, as if he were some helpless child lost among adults! And he often felt treated as such! The brunette's emasculating display of his image was probably the most harmful thing to their relationship since tequila, and that being the case, it was no surprise the unmentionable man froze the moment he opened the door to Zero's (once again) thrashed room.
The hunter tapped his tattered nails on the distressed arm rest, "So tell me: did you have fun dispersing the bastard's estate?" his voice was smooth and low with the promise of absolute damnation and the wrathful temptation of a positively nasty fight. To his credit, Kaname was a little too off his bearings to handle a pissed, homicidal vampire hunter. He rubbed his eye, placing his black memorial jacket neatly on the back of a chair,
"I didn't come here to baby you. If you're not ready to act like an adult, then I'll leave." In a flash, Zero was leaning against the door. The pureblood looked at him as if he were an apparition, but blamed his sleep deprivation and mournful mind for any tricks of the eyes. If he were fully awake, he might have sensed the unfaltering, terrorising aura with which the other man was filling the room.
"Oh, I can be an adult, now. And, as an adult, I have the right to talk about certain things, correct?"
"Honestly, Zero, I can't handle much right now," he froze again, a firm hand grasping his shoulder, then smoothing a white shirtsleeve more sensually than he was ready for. The man leaned in, lips just below the pale shell of an alert ear,
"Did you know he wanted to fuck you?" Kaname shoved him against the door, turning away and collecting his coat. Zero looked as if he was ready to laugh, and it was at this point that the pureblood fully registered the extent of this creature's antagonism and resentment: the bastard was ready to kill him.
"I'm not going to listen to your trashing of his memory." Again, the exit was blocked, by none other than a very smug, nearly-sociopathic man,
"Hell, I bet he wanted you to fuck him, too. Real slow and deep; though, you might not be comfortable sticking your cock in anything but her." He went through the couch and bed, landing on the floor in a mess of springs and fabric. Looking up, he saw the vampire was close to leaving. "Oh don't just walk away!" He got up as the man walked out, and jogged out the door, pointing his gun at a slender, exposed neck. "I just want to talk!" He smiled, cocked it, and just as Kaname was turning, fired it, the bullet flying through an expectant target, which dropped to ground, a gurgling mess of red, white, and black. He then dragged the confused, pained mass back to his room, ignoring Yuki's inquiring calls and the enticing scent of pure blood mixed with fear and carpet cleaner. God, he loved his job.
He locked and sealed the door behind him after plopping his catch on the lounger. He took off the man's shirt and, upon seeing it stained a deep red, removed his own and tied it around a seeping throat, willing the blood to stop a little more in annoyance than preservation. The brunette stared up at him with an exhausted, long-dormant hatred, revived after years of dealing with what could be called petulant child. He frowned in disgust as two naked arms encaged him, a determined, amused face presented to him, a smudge of his blood slowly caking the lower part of a pleased, carnal jaw.
"Just tell me what you want." He croaked, tired of playing sitting duck for some enraged kid. Zero smiled and brought a knee between his captive's legs, delighting in the lengthened abhorrence surfacing in burgundy eyes. So, conversationally, he said,
"Oh, I just want to talk. I need someone to listen to me, right? I need someone to understand me; remember with me; judge me;" The couch creaked as he pressed closer, peering into a reviled face, "you're quite good at that, aren't you?" Inhaling, he closed his eyes, softly sliding his finger down Kaname's shoulders, feeling them shake tensely under his hold, "I bet this is the very whorish scent that attracted Hanabusa, you alluring little incubus."
"Fuck you." The brunette spat hoarsely. The hunter's back shuddered with an unstable laugh,
"Oh my dear, I know you would." He leaned in again, nipping at the wrapping by which he'd dressed that wounded neck, "But we're not here to talk about me. No, let's talk about Hanabusa; a private memorial, if you will." He ravenously devoured the way his thrall stopped shaking, and the dead silence which pursued his teasing voice. Kaname probably knew that, right now, given the chance, this pathetic little human would kill him on the spot. But where was the fun in a simple corpse when the looming and tiresome task of angry sex peeked around the corner? His knee further separated two stoic thighs, which parted as martyrdom dictated they should, all in the hope that their sacrifice might end this pitiful man's tirade. It was one of the most insulting invitations Zero had ever received. So imagine the thrill that came when he delicately closed them with an open palm, all from the horrified and now unsure stillness that washed over the wanton vampire when he realised his trump card had failed him. It was purely euphoric.
"He really, really did love you, poor thing. The day I told him I had already taken you was probably one of the best of my life." The pureblood was unquestionably horrified at this point, and looked upon his imprisoning partner with a loathing face so stricken, you might not have seen the true anger. Zero rambled on, pushing his hands up a tight stomach and cupping invisible breasts with rage-drunken lust.
"I assume he wanted to fuck you more than I did; you should have seen the desolation on his face! Nearly killed me after I told him, but I taught him a good enough lesson, nasty fuck that he was." Kaname was terrified of the man's wording,
"I swear to God, if you touched him," the hunter was slightly surprised, but caught himself with a jovial grin,
"Trust me; I only beat the shit out of him. Promise." He held out his little finger, but upon seeing no hand ready to grasp it, instead teased a taut lip with gentle movement, trying to dip in to a closed mouth with little determination. "But that would have been a problem right there:" he looked genuinely thoughtful, "he was feisty enough, but I think he lacked the strength and will when it comes to interesting and dominating you. If he truly wanted to fuck you, he wouldn't have had the balls to do it. I suppose I should be grateful that I was your only willingly accepted man. Don't think you want to talk about childhood mishaps right now, do you?" Kaname had been glaring at him for a while, but paled and fidgeted when rough hands reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks, almost pulling him from the couch. Visions of Ichiou's desk flashed before him, and he lost himself for a moment, letting loose a solitary, damning tremble. Which, naturally, Zero revelled in with a lustful animosity unknown to any beast. He nipped at limp fingers with fanged teeth,
"Remember the last time I was angry with you? Do you remember what happened, Kaname, dear?" The pureblood was wide-eyed in fearful comparison to his captor's ferocity. A hand grabbed his hair and pulled back his head until his throat peaked from the blood cloth covering it, "DO you remember what I did?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to be truly fucked like that again, Kaname-chan?" he pulled harder, eyes growing red through a furious purple haze. "Do you want me to bend you over that table? I'll ride you harder than that old fuck ever did. Or maybe I'll tie you to the bed?" He paused, waiting for a reply, and then quickly picked up the wilted form, which tensed again in his grasp. "Time is of the essence in replying, dear," he said as he dropped the body on the bed. "I have some of those powders I was telling you about. The hallucinogens? I'm sure if I got angry enough, I could make this more of Hell for you than even Rido could have." Kaname struck him almost on reflex; he'd had to bear more than his just amount of insults, but to talk about something like that… to remind him of his very putrid succumbing… if he broke bones, he didn't much care, at this point. But Zero was persistant in his jabs, and held his cheek, speaking with the satyrical articulation of a lobbyist-turned-pundit. "I don't have any chains, but I'm pretty sure I could fashion up a room with all sorts of toys." The pureblood flung him across the room again, but stopped in getting up when he realised the man was right by his side, seemingly unaffected, though he wiped the blood and dust from his facewith a discouraging twitch, "You can't imagine how jealous I was when I heard what he'd done so expertly before I could even fathom the possibilities!" Refusing to look at the other man, the brunette rose and strode to the door,
"I'm going back. We'll talk in the morning." He said as he reached for the knob, hand burning when he touched it. A loud bang sounded out as he crumpled to the floor, dragging his bleeding ankle to his side and staring up at his attacker, panting. He grew quieter as he watched Zero get up, until he faced him with an inquiring look, which soured and became entranced by the calm movements the man presented. Each wave of the arm was like a signal; each step a gong to sound a message. His presence was soundless, but his motions hummed a deep, faraway significance, and as the pain faded from his ankle, Kaname realised what was swimming in the hunter's eyes, which now approached him with controlled, sociopathic inquisition. If bloodlust were borne of something deeper, it had encompassed them, and as the brunette felt his chin gently caressed by bloodstained fingers, he saw in those eyes the unspeakable descent of his friend.
"Kaname," the strange man said softly, eyes a luminescent red, "I really do need you to listen to me, right now. It's crucial that you do." Something sparked in his aura when he felt fear rise in the debilitated man, and he smiled ever-so soothingly and divinely, almost as if to make up for the devilish scarlet in his eyes. The pureblood continued to glare, but his leg twitched, jolting his body as the wound refused to close. He looked down and saw a blackish grime building over the opening, gasping and trying to shove it off with his other heel. His companion stood again, walking to the corner of the room and picking up an intact lamp, placing it on the night table and plugging it in. The light caused his companion to squint and turn away, still convulsing and trying to grope at his oozing foot with awkward hands. The glow made his vision hazy: looking up, seeing nothing but a curious silhouette. He was picked up and set upon the couch, still grasping his ankle and trying to squeeze out the puss—thick and dark, like black bile. Then, the hunter sat down across from him, having to set up a chair and position it. The brunette attempted the same, but nearly screamed when his foot touched anything. Stuttering, he asked
"What the f-fucking Hell wu-was in that b-b-b-bullet?" Zero stared at him, eyes losing their haze, until he squinted, and aimed the gun a little higher, cocking it with a surreal dreaminess.