A/N: Today's anecdote about my life: I got a new kitten~ His name is Caz, after Castiel from Supernatural. He likes belly rubs, sleeping in baskets, jumping up into the fridge, salsa, dog food, and trying to pick my nose while I'm asleep. He's a silver tabby, which I usually hate, but we just had a connection and I had to have him. Unfortunately Yuuki's behaving like your typical four-year-old, jealous when Mom brings home the new baby and pays more attention to him than to her. Pfft.

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Your Heaven

Chapter Four – The Sought-After Extraordinary

Was it already this early? Three in the morning had crept up on them before they knew it, and together they emptied their pockets to pay the tab they'd run up, then stumbled out onto the street with Touga's arctic one-eyed glower on their backs. They both felt that they weren't welcome in the Hunter Society any longer, and once the door was shut firmly behind them, Zero started to laugh. Confused, Kaname tipped his head to one side and narrowed his eyes in concern; when Zero's hearty chortling refused to desist, slowly Kaname began to join in as Zero leaned on him and the two made off toward the place where Kaname had parked his car on the side of the road.

They leaned against it until they caught their breath, backs to the doors and side by side. Finally there was silence in the night and Zero was the first to look over. The moonlight spilled over Kaname's dark hair, highlighted the flecks of gold and brown in his eyes, illuminated his entire inhumanly handsome face. Before he knew what he was doing, he had leaned in and took Kaname's chin to claim his mouth, kissing it briefly before his tongue darted out to run the length of the other's bottom lip. The flavour was muddled with beer and the strong antiseptic sting of vodka, but there was something warm and minty there that Zero was certain was purely the dark-haired man. Very slowly, Kaname's lips began to move against his own and it wasn't long before Zero was pressed up against the black Hyundai, pinned there with one of Kaname's knees in between his legs, pressing against his unmentionables and making him a little uncomfortable.

This had escalated quickly.

Finally, they broke for air and Kaname backed off in a sort of shock with his eyebrows raised. He immediately fished his keys out of his pocket and began trying to shove his house key into the slot in the car door, growing agitated when it refused to enter. "Dammit, get in there."

"You're too drunk to drive. I'm not going to let you," Zero interjected, snatching the keys out of Kaname's weak grasp. When the taller male grabbed for them, Zero stuffed them into his back pocket and began to back away down the sidewalk. "If you want them, you'll have to come back to my place."

"We're going to walk there?"

It was plain to see that Kaname was unimpressed, but he followed Zero anyway. There was no point in fighting and he knew it. "I just live down the street," came the reply as Kaname fell into companionable step next to Zero; they both knew that driving was a bad idea anyway, especially when it was below zero outside, the roads were icy and snow was beginning to flurry down from the clouds above, coloured dark orange with the glow of the city radiating into the atmosphere. The big fluffy flakes settled in their hair and eyelashes—Zero wiped his away but Kaname didn't seem to mind as he puffed out clouds of breath. He closed his eyes, turned his face up toward the sky and let the flakes melt on his face, falling victim to his increased body temperature from the consumption of alcohol.

"So, uhm…." Zero started, looking away. The cold was beginning to clear his head and he was able to keep himself from wobbling over to lean on Kaname for support. As he began to regain his head, he watched the bare trees planted along the sidewalk, marveled quietly at the way the small LCD lights looked on them, lighting up the mostly dark South Third street. "I told you about me. So… what about you?"

"What about me?"

Their footfall on the sidewalk filled the silence as Zero considered this quick retort. Maybe he had to be more specific. "Well, you always look real good when I see you; nice suit, showered, shaved, combed. And then all of a sudden you look like a fucking hobo. So, did the stock market crash or something?"

Kaname huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "I'm not a stock broker," he replied complacently, then licked his lip. "I'm actually the State Branch Manager at Ichijou & Sons Shipping Company International. I'm one of the three candidates, internationally, in the running to become CEO when Ichijou finally retires."

That little spark of jealously that Zero held for the richer man kicked up for a moment into a tiny flame, but he pushed it down to the pit of his stomach. "So, why are you south of Front anyway? This is kind of a rough place for pretty rich boys, you know."

"Actually, it's kind of funny. I hate this part of town. If there were a petition to tear it all down and build all brand new condos and offices in its place, I'd be the first to sign. This kind of thing is an eyesore, and it encourages feelings of depression, aggression, uselessness, and dependency on drugs, alcohol, and government money." Kaname rambled for a moment, coming to an abrupt stop, then recanting what he'd said quickly, hoping he hadn't offended Zero. "Now that I think about it, look at me. A State Branch Manager: depressed, angry, inadequate…. And I guess everyone is dependent on drugs, alcohol, and government money. That's a universal thing."

It was true, and he wasn't going to sugar-coat the way he felt now that he'd already started. Ever since Yuuki had left him, Kaname had felt increasingly inferior and had little motivation to even take care of the most menial tasks. He'd stared at himself in the mirror that morning and contemplated shaving, but in the end his arm wouldn't lift his razor to his face and he'd given up without a fight. He'd gone to work in the suit he'd worn the day before and slept in, fell asleep on his desk after guzzling the mickey of vodka in his drawer with nothing to chase it, and then left early claiming to have a stomach flu when he hurled up the contents of the bottle.

For some reason, the loss of the alcohol had made him feel even more empty than before—he laid on the leather sectional in his living room for hours and tried to imagine the way the house had sounded with the kids and Yuuki all occupying it, but he just couldn't. He hadn't been there enough to memorize it. This made it perfectly logical to head to the bar and try to drown himself and that stabbing pain in his chest in alcohol before he could die of liver failure. If it weren't for Zero being there, Kaname probably wouldn't have made it home that night. Thinking about as clearly as he could at that moment, he knew that he would have driven home at top speed, and somewhere along the line everything would go black without warning. He was heading on a one-way street to the inside of a body bag, and the next time any of his family saw him, he'd be dressed in a white sheet with a tag on his toe, living in an over-sized refrigerator.

"You know, you don't have to." Zero's quiet voice ripped him from the horror show playing in his mind. "If you don't want to tell me, then you—"

"My wife left me because I spent too much time at the office and not enough time dedicating myself to being a good husband and father. I just wanted to do everything I could to provide for them, and I thought that if I worked hard enough, I could become CEO, and then life would be so much easier for them…." His throat began to sting and he paused to swallow, hoping to sooth it. His voice was hoarse with all the drinking, took on a gravelly tone as he lowered it as much as he could, like he didn't want anyone else to hear. The streets were bare, save for the odd couple that made their way slowly down the sidewalk heading north, so Kaname's whispering didn't make much sense to Zero, but he said nothing and waited without looking at the businessman.

When Kaname didn't continue, Zero took in a deep breath through his nose, relishing the way the icy air shocked his nerves, the feeling of a thousand tiny knives assaulting his nasal passages and spreading over his cheeks, rounding the top of his head, then crawling its way down his spine while he supressed a shiver. The scent of frost invaded his senses and it was refreshing to him; much cleaner than the smoke and motor oil that was thick in the streets during the day. "You know what I think?" This captured Kaname's attention. Zero saw his head turn toward him vaguely out of the corner of his eye. This time he didn't wait to see if Kaname had something to say—he just ploughed on. If Kaname was going to be blatantly honest, then so was he. "I think you should get your head out of your ass and get over her. If she couldn't even see that you were doing your best for her, then she doesn't deserve you; and if she left because you were whole-heartedly striving to make life better for her, then she's a bitch and she probably never loved you anyway."

By now he had gained Kaname's full attention, though the other's brows were knit tightly and his lips were pursed into a very displeased frown. But Zero continued nonetheless. "You know what? She's a fucking cow and it's time for you to move on. You've already done step one of the three step recovery process, which is binge drinking… obviously." At this, Zero turned a corner down a narrow alley and took the chance to steal a glance at the dry and very humourless expression on Kaname's face. Was he going too far? Was he insulting him? Did Zero care? These were things Kaname needed to hear; Zero was happy to provide. Anyway, it wasn't like they were going to see each other again after this—all the better if Kaname decided to fuck off before they got inside. "We're going to go up to my apartment and get step two out of the way; you'll feel a lot better after that."

They went into the back door of a building that Kaname wasn't entirely sure he trusted not to crumble without warning. Was it even up to code? He wasn't sure. The alley was full of trash, bright and abstract graffiti littered the walls in tasteless gangster fashion, and the door he was walking through was falling off its hinges. Inside was an area with very faded floral wallpaper and sixty-year-old carpet that was worn down to the floorboards. The stairs creaked with every step, the veneer was rubbed raw of the bannister which was attached at the peak of the staircase, but it laid on the floor at the foot. Kaname could clearly see where it had been ripped off with someone leaning heavily on it, and not that long ago. It didn't get any better as they travelled to the last of four doors—there were two lights mounted on the walls, one was dead, the other was flickering eerily.

All this made for a pleasant surprise when he stepped inside Zero's apartment. To his right in the small entrance was a coat closet with a shoe rack inside, and a door a little ways off that led into a miniscule but clean bathroom. To his left was a set of hooks to hang keys and the entrance to an L-shaped kitchen that exited into the living room. Ahead of him was the living room which was furnished with a second-hand couch, a little oak coffee table with matching end tables, and two mismatched table lamps all facing the wall to the far left, away from the entrance. There was a small TV, a set of plastic organizing drawers, a magazine rack, and a bookshelf with a broken shelf. A hall near the exit to the kitchen led down to two small bedrooms. All in all, it was better than what he had anticipated—everything was clean and intact, and the room smelled of sweet but tart Hawaiian flowers.

But that didn't answer the question that had been brewing in his mind. He hoped he would understand upon entering the abode, but to no avail. "Zero, what's step two?"

Zero had kicked his shoes into the closet, stripped his coat off, throwing it over the back of the couch, and was in the middle of pulling off his Monster sweater when Kaname's tentative voice carried across the room to him and he paused, spitting his answer bluntly. "Rebound sex."

The answer had made him honestly uncomfortable as it was paired with Zero stripping off his sweater and t-shirt, his back to Kaname's shamefully wandering eyes. It wasn't that he had anything particular against homosexuality… it was more that he didn't see himself ever being in that position, especially with someone he'd met that night in a bar, who he'd gotten intoxicated with, listened to him bare his soul, then shared something still red raw of his that he just wanted to forget…. And then there was that kiss. Kaname couldn't deny the fact that his heart had begun to pound in his chest, or that he'd not only pressed back, but had held his body against Zero's, slipped his knee in between his legs…. He could only imagine what would have come next if they hadn't had to break for breath.

Even now he couldn't say that watching Zero undress was unpleasant. When he pulled the sweater over his head, it took the t-shirt up a part of the way with it, exposing the flat plain of Zero's cream-coloured back; his straight, lithe body wasn't unlike Yuuki's, though firmer, taller, paler. Kaname could imagine that Zero's hips would fit perfectly into the palms of his hands—unlike when he fairly engulfed Yuuki beneath him, Zero would fit him, mould to his contours like they were two adjacent pieces of a puzzle. As the t-shirt was cast aside, Zero made for the bathroom and Kaname got himself an eyeful of how beautiful the silver-haired man's body really was. Firm and toned while not heavily muscular. His jeans sat low on his hips and were a little on the baggy side, obscuring what Kaname could guess were equally perfect legs; he had the sudden urge to find out what was beneath them.

"Just throw your coat on the couch," Zero instructed from the bathroom, though he had to yell because the fan came on when the light did, and he'd buried himself in the closet searching for something. Kaname did as he was told, then went about wandering as Zero went silent. He examined the books on the shelf, pulled the TV remote out from between the cushions, and accidentally set off the automatic air freshener which both rattled him and doused him with a spritz of Hawaiian freshness. By then, Zero had stopped rustling around and had come out of the bathroom with two boxes. "Large or extra-large?"

Kaname was honestly dumbfounded for a moment, "What?"

"Condoms. What size do you take?" The boxes were held up for Kaname to see, and neither of them spoke for a moment. Somewhere in Kaname's head, he knew this meant that Zero wasn't going to fight for dominance over him, which had been one of his initial worries; and as stupid as it seemed, he was wondering if he should worry about comparison with Zero's size. He'd never had to think of these things before, but now that he was, he didn't know how to feel about it. Jealous? Embarrassed? Should it even matter? Zero sighed heavily and shook the boxes. "Basically, if you're not going to fit into one of these, one way or the other, you can forget using me for rebound sex. I mean, if it's small I get it, not everyone can be hung like a fucking horse, but it's just not going to do it for me."

That was it. Kaname knew how he should feel—insulted. "You have anything to drink here?"

A little taken aback by the sudden question, Zero narrowed his eyes. "There's milk and Coke in the fridge, or if you're looking for something harder, I think there's a half bottle of Spicebox on the counter."

Before Zero could finish, Kaname had swept into the kitchen, removed the top from the whiskey bottle, then headed for the hall, snatching one of the condom boxes on the way. "Let's just do this." He lifted the bottle to his lips and downed a few mouthfuls with ease. If it was going to happen this way, he wanted to be just a little more tipsy first.

He could guess that Zero belonged to the drab grey room with the open door. The floor was clean, there was a queen-sized bed against the far wall with the most pathetic excuse for a blanket Kaname had seen in his entire life, and a small dresser with a pile of clean laundry on top of it. The once-over confirmed that this was good enough, and Kaname set down the bottle and the box in favour of removing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and sitting himself down on the edge of the bed.

Zero watched from the doorway, waiting until Kaname was as comfortable as he could be before crossing the room in two long strides and pushing the brunette onto his back forcefully, crushing their lips together as he brought his knee up between Kaname's legs, dangerously close to the crown jewels. He didn't waste any time biting onto the brunette's bottom lip to demand entrance, and Kaname was there to meet him when he slipped his tongue inside. The scent of the whiskey intoxicated his senses while the flavour of cinnamon and vanilla coated the inside of his mouth; he had to pull away to swallow it down before things became too messy.

With this, Kaname leaned up enough to catch Zero off guard and flipped them so the silverette was underneath him, his hips pinned where Kaname ground into them mercilessly. The extra alcohol had done wonders as it warmed his body and extinguished his inhibitions completely. If there had been a shred of doubt before, it was gone now, and Kaname had no problem moving his lips down Zero's tattooed neck, stopping at his collarbone to bite down, suck on the wound, then pull back just enough to blow cool air over it and assess the damage. There was a bright red mark there already, and Kaname knew that Zero's fair skin would hold onto that hickey for weeks to come. It made him proud to have marked him like a possession; made him feel better in some twisted, perverted way, especially with the way Zero's particularly loud exhale kind of sounded like a moan.

It was too much; he pushed himself to his feet to finish removing his shirt, tossing it off to the side somewhere and starting on his belt when Zero's cold hands seized his and pulled them away. His lavender gaze travelled up to Kaname's which looked almost red in the low lamplight; Kaname made no move to stop him, so he continued to loosen the belt, unbuttoning his pants and slipping them down over Kaname's hips to his ankles where the older man kicked them off. Zero didn't hesitate to kneel in front of him, immediately sucking Kaname's semi-hard length into his mouth, being careful about his teeth, and having to relax his jaw to do so. His first assessment was on the width, which was exactly what he didn't care for—if nothing was going to be as good after this, if nothing could fill that void, he didn't want it. It was extremely difficult to find the size he preferred as it was. He'd already come this far though, and six years of neglect was making it sound like it was definitely worth it. Kaname's voice was leaking through, even when it was obvious that he was trying to hold it back.

He sucked harder, holding the base with one hand as he pulled his head back until his lips covered only the head. Getting a good grip on the shaft, Zero began to stroke gently with a gyrating motion made by twisting his hand back and forth rhythmically; this was rewarded with a long, low groan and Zero upped the ante, stroking faster and sucking harder. Kaname's hips jerked forward involuntarily, and Zero could taste the precum on his tongue. It was just about time, he figured, and removed his hand to push the now rock hard length into his mouth. This time he couldn't help scraping his teeth which prompted another louder expression of Kaname's pleasure and a buck that rather forcefully put his cock at the back of Zero's throat. Zero did his best not to gag, pulling back enough to swallow the building up mixture of precum and saliva that was bitter in his mouth and when he'd relaxed his muscles enough, he pushed forward to take in the whole length, effectively deep throating with his hands planted on Kaname's hips to keep him from thrusting forward again. He used his tongue to massage the sensitive underside while pulling back slowly until he'd taken it completely out of his mouth.

Zero looked up; Kaname was grinning. "Only four years and you're this good? You must've been everyone's bitch."

"Shut up." Zero didn't retaliate any further because there wouldn't be any use and he knew that. Instead, he pushed himself up to remove his jeans and tossed them on top of Kaname's clothes, pulled a bottle of lube out of his side table drawer, then sat on the bed. "Are you going to actually participate, or are you going to be my blow-up doll for the night?" His dry tone matched the unamused expression in his eyes which were narrowed and locked with Kaname's.

Kaname was highly—highly—insulted by this insinuation and held back a bratty huff in favour of keeping as much manly dignity as possible. "What do you want me to do?"

"It's easier if you get on your knees instead of leaning down over me on the bed. Trust me and just fuck pride because your neck and back will thank you for it." It took Kaname a moment to comply, his face clearly reading scepticism, but Zero took his right hand, squirting a generous amount of the clear gel onto his fingers. From here Kaname had a good idea of where to go. Before Zero could continue instructing him, he had already begun to spread the lube over his fingers, all four because he wasn't sure when it came to anal and he wanted to be safe. At the same time, he used his free hand to fondle Zero's cock the same way Yuuki used to do for him—he ran his thumb over the underside and up to the head, working his way back down with a gentle stroking motion. With his fingers properly coated and the gel warmed, he stroked Zero's entrance tentatively, pushing his middle finger in up to the first knuckle, pleasantly surprised with the way the tight heat sucked him in almost greedily.

He looked up along Zero's pale white body, catching him watching with a devilish little smirk. To Kaname it was like a challenge, and he sat up, slipping Zero's already mostly enlarged member into his mouth with ease and polished the organ firmly with his tongue, picking up a vigorous bobbing motion. While he situated himself there, got himself accustomed to the new sensation, his eyes were closed lightly in concentration; once he had sorted himself out, he opened his eyes again, locking them with Zero's which had darkened with lust, his pinkened lips slightly parted to allow out his heavy exhales. His cheeks had taken on a slight flush and as Kaname began to push his finger inside, timing his movements with the bobbing of his head, Zero finally couldn't take it any longer. Leaning back all the way, he used the hand whose elbow he'd previously had himself propped upon, biting down on his lip to keep his voice from escaping.

That certainly wasn't allowed. Kaname paused long enough to pull his hand back, tracing the puckered hole with a second finger which was accepted wantonly, just as the first had been. Zero's positive reactions only intensified and before long, Kaname was amazed to find that all four of his fingers were perfectly able to fit inside with the proper preparation. This was something that both disgusted him and made him unbearably hot at the same time. It was too much for him. The taste of Zero's precum had long welled up in his mouth, the sounds the silverette was desperately trying to hold back while failing miserably, and the way his body had flexed to accommodate only that much of him…. Kaname was having a hard time continuing like this.

He pulled back, slipped a condom on, and was hovering over Zero with one of his legs propped up on his shoulder with the other moved to hook onto his waist before the younger man could flutter his eyes open languidly. Kaname leaned down, taking Zero's bottom lip between his teeth; it earned him a growl that rattled his entire body, wracking it with an electric tremor that settled itself directly in his nethers and prompted him to move forward. His cock ploughed through, sinking itself all the way to the hilt before it stopped; Kaname sighed, Zero gasped. Something in both of them said that there was no forgetting and no going back after this. Zero knew that nothing was going to fill him quite as well, fit him so perfectly at his limit; Kaname would never be able to go back to another woman, finding himself more and more addicted with every thrust as he held Zero's hips and gradually worked up to pounding his flesh in an almost aggressive, animalistic fashion.

He pulled out of a very sloppy and wet kiss and moved to the younger male's neck, biting down where black ink tainted Zero's pure white skin, hard enough to draw blood. Almost remorsefully, Kaname sucked on the wound, but it didn't really sound like Zero was complaining. The hiss of pain that preceded a broken but ecstatic moan was prelude to Zero's cock exploding over both their chests; the way Zero's long, slender fingers gripped into his hair, his toes curled and his milky thighs tightened on the brunette's sweat-slick skin where they'd been rearranged for Zero's comfort, and then his muscles clamped down on Kaname's already nearly spent cock all at one time…. Kaname couldn't hold out. His vision was washed white, his muscles seized in that instant, and this horrible feeling of full-body paralysis hit; it wasn't until he'd come down off that high that he realised just how incredible it had been.

Yeah… Yuuki never would have let him do anything like this.

They didn't bother with pillow talk; there wasn't even enough energy between the two of them to properly get themselves into bed and cover up. When Kaname had disposed of the condom in the garbage pail next to Zero's bed, he effectively flopped down at his side, allowing Zero to turn and curl into him with half-lidded eyes and a satisfied smile. He was kind of cute like this, it was hard to believe how foul-mouthed and blunt he was the rest of the time. It was something he had to laugh off, nuzzling into Zero's hair as he drifted off, falling asleep as soon as he'd closed his eyes.

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Review Replies:

Ben4kevin: You're totally right; well it's like that in most anime, though—most of the men don't have any body hair whatsoever, and those who do are regarded as unattractive. Though…. Now that I think about it, even as vampires, the Night Class has to have the ability to grow facial hair—otherwise, how would Asato Ichijou be able to have a beard? Most people would just poof away that logic with, "They're perfect, therefore they don't have to shave." But if Ichio has a beard, then surely the Night Class must fall victim to the testosterone, too. In all fairness though, in this fic Kaname is a little devastated and he's been on a routine of binge drinking, working, and falling asleep at his desk drooling (thus far). He's a little worse for wear right now, otherwise he would definitely be a clean-shaven Kaname-sama.

Blemm-chan: WAS THAT JUICY ENOUGH FOR YEH? I always have fun writing my lemons, so I hope you enjoyed it. ^ ^

Hotxhotguy: I'm sensing a trend with the Kaname-stubble thing. O.o And I'm still planning on doing the side story because why not. Don't you worry though, Yuuki will get what's coming to her, muwahahaha.

Reapercchi: I almost peed myself this time. The InuYasha thing was too much. Recently, my youngest sister has been really into InuYasha and she keeps yelling at him to get his act together and marry Koga. Did I mention she just turned seven last week? I've trained her well.

Nero922: Aww, thank you so much. Hopefully you'll continue to love it as it progresses!