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Chapter Four: Theft

Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open.- Agnes de Mille

It was past noon when she became aware how long she had been sitting there as he slept soundly. Subconciously comforted by her presence it seemed. She hovered above him, staring at his mouth as though it was on the verge of revealing some great secret. She loved him. That much she knew. But in what way?... He smelt so good to her... Was it familiarity, or attraction?...

She continued to stare, starting to feel embarrassed about taking advantage of his weakened state to scrutinise him to her own ends. He resettled himself slightly, putting her off balance as she caught herself a mere few inches between her own lips and those she stared at so intently.

A vampires thirst could only truly be quenched by the one they love...

Kaname's blood held no stay for her anymore. She hungered, and hungered but it became increasingly obvious that she was not sated. Was it Zero's blood that she craved? What did she crave...

His lips... so close to hers... the gentle puffs of his warm breath...

What did she crave...?

Something was teasing her... just out of sight of her minds eye... a memory resurfaced. Zero...on the couch...waking up suddenly and grabbing her... lips drawing maddeningly close, but not close enough. Did she want to... kiss Zero? Surely not. He wanted to, she realised suddenly, even back then... How long had he wanted to?

Every near miss, every confusing, awkward little interaction that ended with a pat on the shoulder or head, reeled through her mind. All that time... had he been wanting to? How did that make her feel?

Confused. That was an easy one. Sad. That he hadn't confided in her each time she asked what was wrong. Worried, definitly worried. ...Dissapointed. Wait a minute! Dissapointed! Did I just think that! She closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath, she focused on one of the "situations" her and Zero had found themselves in... pushing away the other emotions, beating them down to a subtle hum instead of an overpowering roar, what was that under them all? That ache in her chest, the twisting weight in her stomach, the letting go of the breath she didnt realise she was holding... That was dissapointment.

She wanted to kiss Zero...

Harried thoughts raced around her mind, Zero had been like a brother to her, could she be in love with him? Kaname is you brother. In the very least he is related to you. Related by blood. Blood... She needed blood... Was the blood she craved, the source of inner peace, lying in front of her right now? He smelt soooo good... she must have him... But would he have her? he said he hated her, what she had become, what she always was...

"I could never hate you... Yuuki..."

Which statement was the truth? Did he hate her, or just say he did to drive her away?

She wanted to kiss him...

Slowly, she drew her tongue over her lips, dried by her own shaky breaths and by his. 'If he already hates me, he cant hate me more.' she rationalised. But she held back... just... it seemed to much like stealing.

"Yuu...ki..." Zero groaned in his sleep, biting his lower lip... One fang drawing blood...

Within a split second, her eyes narrowed, flashing blood red, all reason gone. That settled it, as the blood spread through the tiny lines on the surface of his lip...

She kissed him.

...

Yuuki... his beloved Yuuki... was running from him. drawing teasingly close and then dashing away. There was danger ahead... He had to tell her... she just wasnt observent enough by herself, he had to be with her to keep her out of trouble.

"Yuuki!" he called out "Yuuki... Be safe!"

She giggled maddeningly. His stomach twisted, he both loved and hated her laugh. Loved its gorgeous reckless abandon, pure enjoyment... Hated that it wasnt his to keep.

She was almost out of sight...

"Don't...!"

She was out of sight.

"Don't leave me!" He cried, pure despair, he couldnt live without her, he didnt want to. "Please..."

She suddenly appeared behind him, her scent so enticing, even in his dreams.

"I'll come back" she teased with a smile, before dissapearing again.

He searched and searched for her... Out of breath... damn near out of his mind...

"Yuuki..." he sighed... falling to his knees, biting back bitter tears. Biting...

Soft warmth drew him from his dreams, or so he thought. He must still be dreaming... because Yuuki... his Yuuki... No...he only wished she was his... was astride him on his makeshift bed in Yagari's living room... Kissing him.

...

She kissed him. Gently at first, with barely descernable movements, gaugeing her own reaction to him... the taste of his blood on her lips. Slowly, without pulling away, she ran her tongue along his full lower lip, gathering the rivelets of blood that burst with the sweet fragrance of a meadow of flowers... a million loaves of freshly baked bread... the taste of an enourmous room filled to the brim with candy... of fresh water after a 10 mile sprint... It was the sweetest smelling, most delicious, most satisfying thing she had ever had in her entire life. His blood wasnt all... there was also him. The slight ripples of his chest and shoulder muscles under her hands, the way his lips felt both soft and hard under hers, his personal gentle musky scent that mixed with the metal tang that was his work, the earthy smell of the horse that was his recreation, even the salty twist lent by the spicy noodles he loved... were just all so... Zero.

She felt like something was being pulled from her... from shivers down the back of her neck... to a tightening in her chest... to a heat in her lower abdomen... culminating in a strange twitch and moisture in places she avoided refering to like it was the plague. That moment was simply perfect... The world could break open and swallow her up and she wouldnt care as long as she could keep kissing him. This was nothing like kissing as she knew it... she would have said she liked kissing well enough... But this went far beyond liking. He was perfect... pressing back just enough...

...PRESSING BACK!

...

It wasnt the first dream like this he'd had. It was particularly vivid... but a dream none the less. His Yuuki wouldnt be straddling him, kissing him... digging her nails unintentionally into his shoulders. That was what he wanted.. not what she wanted. This desperate overboiling of affection. Her gentle hands, and gentle scent were so accurate... though it was not quite as passionate as he normally envisioned her. He was scared to kiss back, to get too excited, or he might wake up. This dream was too good to end quickly. She ran her tongue over his lip, tasting him, it drove him mad. He began to answer her tentative movements with cautious ones of his own, and noticing her increased pressure, pressed back. She stiffened. No... dont stop yet... he calmed her lavishing attention on her lower lip untill she softened once more and pressed back again, That was his girl... the only girl for him...

He was kissing back. It drew another twitch in reply to the soft nibbling movements carressing her lower lip. Is he delerious? Did he know it was her? She somehow doubted he'd kiss just anyone with this fierce passion that was somehow still holding back. She thought she could analyse her reactions to him, to figure out her feelings by kissing him. She thought she'd have time to think. She didn't. Nothing was more relevant at that moment then his lips on hers, his hands on her back and neck, her hands dug into his shoulders. He may be holding back, but she couldnt. He was the taste of freedom and passion and she wanted it all for herself. Ignoring the complicated questions brought up by him kissing back, she drew the passion into herself, and returned it three fold.

She was kissing back. A quick flash of relief. He had managed to secure her attentions once more after the slight wavering caused by him kissing her. He allowed just a tiny trickle more of his hot passion to present itself in his kiss, and to his shock, it was returned, with equal if not more passion. He could stay like this forever...