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But without farther ado...enjoy chapter 2, my cuties! I do not lie when I say you little fuckers inspired me to write this~

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WARNINGS: KaZe, AU, smut, a crazy Yuuki.

Chapter 2: And thus, "The Bastard" is born...

Junior year at Cross Academy had been Kaname Kuran's best year — by far.

At the sweet age of eighteen — Kaname had started school a year later, so he was a year older than anyone else in the same grade as him — he had everything he'd ever wanted: money, beauty, friends, girls...It was as if the world revolved around him and him alone. Practically all the students loved him, for he treated everyone with respect and a friendliness not many could master; the teachers adored him, for he was one of the best students; the chairman, Kaien Cross, treated him like his most prized son, because, technically, Kaname was Kaien's adopted son; the underclassmen idolized him and the upperclassmen would always want to hang out with him; and the girls lusted after him in flocks because of his good looks and charm. His dear sister, Yuuki, the most important girl in his life — sister-complex aside — loved him for simply being her brother, and Kaname was perfectly content with that.

Basically, his life was, for lack of better words, perfect.

Or, well...almost.

That "almost" being Zero Kiryuu.

Kaname had tried to treat Zero the same way he did everyone else, he really had. He'd tried being nice to him, back when he was the chubby, geeky, loser everyone treated like shit, and to some extent he had managed to be friendly.

Or so he'd thought.

Truth was, the silverette had taken his approach the wrong way. He had immediately thought that Kaname was one of the bullies that loved to pick on him, so he'd distanced himself the moment the brunette had made eye contact with him. Kaname had tried, many times, to explain to Zero that he had only wanted to be his friend, just like Yuuki, but eventually stopped wasting his breath when the younger teenager had started acting hostile and harsh towards him; he'd even yelled at him to, and Kaname quoted, "leave him the fuck alone", followed by a series of colorful words Kaname had never thought he'd hear from the innocent silverette.

Then the Kiryuu kid had started changing. He grew taller, slimmer, leaner, and developed slight muscles. His features defined, his hair — Kaname had always wondered how someone's hair could be such a fascinating shade of silver — grew, and his eyes — God, those beautiful, violet, eyes...wait, WHAT — had hardened with all the negative emotions he'd bottled up through the years. If the eyes were the so-called windows to the soul, Kaname thought, than Zero had done a fantastic job at hiding his soul away behind a lavender wall of ice and grouchiness. He had stopped slouching, stood straight up, and got rid — for God's sake, finally! — of those God-awful, black-rimmed, thick, glasses. And Kaname knew, the moment he saw Zero Kiryuu walk in the school wearing clothes that actually fit him and looked good, that Yuuki had been the one to help him change. He just knew it.

And he did not like it.

It wasn't the fact that his sister had acquainted herself with the silverette that pissed him off. It was Zero. Zero and what — who — he had become.

Things had started going in a downward spiral ever since.

Girls had started looking at the silver-haired man with the same hungry eyes they directed at Kaname; and the bullying lessened considerably, though there still was the random, jealous, player who insisted on pushing him against lockers or lock him inside the bathrooms and storage room. Even the teachers had started noticing the silverette's efforts at school — funny how they had never noticed the bullying — and next thing Kaname knew, Zero Kiryuu had ranked first place on the Fall mid-term exams.

That had been the first and last time Zero's name showed up first place in anything.

It was unacceptable.

Kaname seriously had no idea why he'd cared so much, why it had bothered him — after all, he was still excellent in all his subjects — but it had. It had, and it had compelled him to surpass the loser that was Zero Kiryuu.

And then...then that day came.

Kaname would remember that day for the rest of his life.

His own name at first place, his friends' cheers, the girls' "compliments" — a.k.a. their attempts to get in his pants — dripping with lust, his sister's and father's admiration...

...Zero's expression.

When Kaname had turned slightly to glance at the younger boy for his reaction, he hadn't expected his heart to perform a back flip in his chest.

Zero had stood at the very far corner of the crowd, away from people. His back had been rigidly straight, neck strained as he stared with clouded, violet, eyes at the list of names. His right hand had been closed into a tight and shaking fist, while his left hand had been clutching at his right arm, the material of the shirt he'd been wearing — a blueish, grayish, long-sleeved shirt, if Kaname remembered correctly — crumpling up and wrinkling under the abuse.

And his face. That expression.

The silverette had the most distraught and sorrowful expression Kaname had ever seen plastered on his face. Silver eyebrows knitted together, mouth curving downward, skin paler than moonlight, except for the slight flush to his cheeks. Kaname could have sworn he'd seen Zero's lower lip quiver, even if for just a second, but that hadn't been what had kept the brunette staring.

It had been his eyes. Those eyes that had always been void of any emotion, that had always reflected whoever looked into them like a mirror, eyes that Kaname had started to believe were seriously made of ice. His eyes had been burning with shock, anger, sadness, determination, and God knew what other emotions Zero must have felt at that moment that Kaname couldn't name. Wide, lavender, orbs framed by thick lashes, glistening, almost glowing, with pure, raw, unadulterated, emotion.

Zero had looked like Kaname had just killed his puppy.

Kaname had felt pleasant tingles run up and down his spine the more he stared.

By the fifth time Kaname had seen the same expression on Kiryuu's face — he'd smile every time he'd accomplish his goal, receiving a glare from the silverette each time — he had realized he had a sadistic desire to make the silverette cry.

He'd wanted to see Zero Kiryuu cry his eyes out in desperation, turn to look at him with those livid eyes, scream at him, hit him, cuss him out in front of everyone. He'd wanted the silverette to lose. His. Fucking. Mind. He'd wanted to see that anger and anguish directed at him, and him alone, wanted to fight back, destroy all of Kiryuu's barriers, and just simply make him break do—

"You are such a fucking bastard!"

It had been Kiryuu who'd spat those words at him, one day, the day of the results of the Spring mid-term exams, when Kaname had one again placed first place for the whole school to see, as if Zero needed be reminded of the brunette's prodigious talent.

A few students had turned around to stare at the younger teen in shock, others glared, some whispered among themselves, Kaname's friends stood up for him, the girls snarled at the older Kiryuu twin.

And Kaname had just stood there, frozen in time, space — whatever — with his heart in his throat, his body shaking, staring with wide eyes at the pure hatred in Zero's eyes, directed at him, just like he'd wanted for oh, so fucking long, and—

Kaname Kuran had masturbated to that same expression the second he got home that day.

He hadn't even bothered going up to his room, for no one was home to car,— the headmaster had to stay to school until closing hours, while Yuuki had been at Yori's, her best girlfriend, house for a sleepover — and he'd simply leaned against the main door, dropped his bag, and stuck his dominant hand — right — in his pants to free his rock-hard erection.

And then he'd started moving, and it was good, and it was rough, and fast, and silver hair and lilac eyes flashed in his mind, a look of unadulterated anger and abhorrance, and his hips were responding to his touch, moving in time with his harsh strokes, precum leaking from the angry-red tip of his dick. His other hand had come up to fondle himself, but in his mind it was his hand touching him, pulling and squeezing, and feeling. He'd thrown his head back with a loud groan, brown hair sprawling against the door, wine-colored eyes staring, half-lidded, at the white ceiling — white...gray...silver...silver and purple, and that expression...

Kaname's hips had started moving more, his hand motions quickened, his grip tightened, gasps turned into groans, which turned into moans, which blended into small cries of pleasure as he'd neared his climax. He'd felt the pleasure build up inside of him, a spring in his stomach that had kept coiling and coiling, tightening, ready to burst free, spreading fire through his veins, and he'd been burning with desire, with the need to feel his presence near him as he'd jerked himself off.

He'd wanted those eyes to look at him.

The brunette's tongue had peaked out of his mouth to lick the sweat off his lips, retreated in his mouth and ran over his teeth, and his sharp canines had bit down on his lower lip so harshly he'd drawn blood, but he hadn't cared. He hadn't given a single fuck, because he'd been about to cum, and the quick jerks of his hand had started to feel so good, too good, and it was almost painful, and the knot in his abdomen was just about ready to explode, and his thumb had come up to roughly rub the slit of the bulbous head of his erection, and—

"Ze—!"

He'd been cumming, and he'd been cumming hard. His hips had jerked in uneven thrusts, his hand had kept pumping his shaft through his orgasm as white, hot, liquid had spurted out of the tip, on the floor, and Kaname had cried out in blessed pleasure, biting his tongue to keep himself from screaming his name, and this time he had drawn blood, but he still couldn't bring himself to give a single fuck. Head banging hard against the door, back arching, eyes screwing tightly shut. Then his orgasm had started to alleviate, then eventually vanished, leaving him gasping for air, shaking in post-coital bliss. And he'd slid down the door, his legs too exhausted to keep him up, and his cheeks had been a lovely shade of red, sweat making his hair stick to his face.

"You are such a fucking bastard!"

Kaname had felt his cock twitch back to life at the memory.

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