Harsh rays of sun glinted mercilessly through the open window in the largest room of the moon dorms, each ray shining upon the occupants in the large four-post bed without any restraints. Though the sole occupant had been unaware that he was not alone, enjoying his moment in the comfortable bed. The weight across his chest and the hand within his own had been something his mind had masked, ensuring the male would not wake up to such a feeling. Even the faint breath that brushed across his face had been forgotten for the moment.

But what he did wake up to were those harsh rays shining upon him, he had been sure that he would have closed the curtains last night, it was a ritual he performed daily without fail. Kaname Kuran was not one to forget anything, in fact it was quite unheard of. But it seemed that he had forgotten a lot of things last night..

Without opening his ruby eyes, Kaname attempted to stretch his legs, only getting the feeling that they were dead, as though something had been laying across him all night. That's when he had remembered the drinking last night, perhaps this was part of the after effects, though if it were that and the slight pounding of his head then that would be completely acceptable to the male, what was some lost feeling for forgetting all of your troubles?

Settling for that fact, Kaname soon started to flex his hands and arms, but that too seemed to be impossible. With a faint frown crossing over the males face, Kaname tried once more to move his fingers and arms.

It was then that his mind had started to click the facts in to place. Being slightly hung over only proved that his brain had yet to be functioning at full capacity. His right hand had been full of a soft substance, something resembling hair, the other slightly harder, something like.. Hands. And as though that clicked into place, it hadn't been long before he felt to soft brush of air against his face, the breathing of another person.

He wasn't alone.

Hesitantly the male began to creak open his eyes, wincing momentarily at the blinding light that flocked his vision. Half blocked out by a solid mass, a head.. Allowing his eyes to focus on what he could see, that mass soon started too change, to form into something that was strangely familiar.

Strands of silver tufts were fanned out in front of his face, blowing about with the faint breaths by both occupants on the large bed. On further inspection, Kaname looked down lower. Two toned torsos slightly pressed up against each other in an embrace far too intimate than anything he was expecting. And only then did he realize why his legs couldn't move, they were tangled up with the other males. His hands too had been wound tightly with the others, holding it up above their heads as the males arm rested against Kaname's chest.

It was also then that he had realized that neither were wearing any clothes at all, making it painfully obvious as to what had happened the night before. Clearly the alcohol had effected him far more than originally planned.

But one question remained. Who was it?

Glancing further down at the body entwined with his own, Kaname's sharp eyes soon narrowed down onto the slender neck, his body jolting slightly as he spotted something he most certainly did not wish to see. A hunters mark.

He was sharing a bed with none other than Zero Kiryuu..

Zero normally did not dream... But this time, he did. It was confusing patterns that overtook him, and strange scenarios that he could not yet understand that filled his mind. But maybe that was because of the alcohol... The hunter didn't need to be awake to know that this was from the drinking, though he was not certain of just how much he had drank and why his head was pounding so mercilessly... Actually it wasn't just his head. His entire body was aching with him... Something that did not usually come with drinking.

He must have gotten into a fight on the way home from smuggling alcohol from the bar... Though he did not clearly remember just where he had drank, all he needed to know was that he in fact had drank himself into a black out. So now he was laying in an alley somewhere, probably hungry, cold, and about to vomit up all of the alcohol he had drank... But then... Why was he laying onto something warm. Inviting even. Something he only wanted to get closer to...

That thought was the first thing prodding to him to awaken from his drowsy rest. The next was the feeling of motion beside him, a pressure against his hand and even his head. A breeze was brushing against his cheek, warm compared to a midnight chill. He couldn't be in an alley way... As pieces started to form their own puzzle in his head, there was the slow realization that he couldn't be alone...

But to test if, the hunter dared himself to move just softly, as if trying to gain a sense of what position he was in. His legs were feeling like they were bound, a hand was captured and someone was grabbing his hair... Was he a prisoner? Swallowing a little hard as he realized that he could have gotten into trouble, the hunter dared himself to open his eyes...

He opened one just partially at first, only for the light to burn and quickly make him shut it again with a flinch. Then again he decided to try again... This time he did both eyes and refused to flinch away from the light. Instead he started to see colors even as his head pounded worse. There were dark colors, light colors... Then there were two rubies. They were staring at him... And with a flash of cold like ice water being dumped over his body, he realized that they were eyes.

...Kuran's eyes.

"...fuck, it wasn't a dream."

For once in his life Kaname didn't know what to do, he had sat there for the last several moments simply contemplating in his next moves, trying his best to ignore how intimately he and Kiryuu were intertwined. But it proved to be impossible. Instead the pureblood stared ahead, trying to comprehend how they would even get into such a compromising situation, how enemies would end up bedding each other..

But he could not dwell for long, soft movements started do stir beneath him, as if trying to move as Kaname had earlier. He lay still, ensuring that the hunter came to this conclusion on his own, it was crucial that he did so, Kaname did not want to be the one to tell him.. In fact the pureblood had tried to escape thus situation multiple times as the hunter slept, only for him to tighten his legs or hand around his own.

Though before he properly had a chance to ready himself, amethyst eyes soon stared into his own, followed by a rather gravelly sentence. "If only it were... I would kindly ask you remove your legs from my own so I can move" ..This was awkward to say the least, neither truly knowing what to say or to admit what had happened between them. The hangover too had a large impact on their behavior. Neither wanting to yell or gauge the others eyes out merely because the noise would prove to be too bothersome.

Letting his fingers slide out of the silver hair and his fingers to unwind from the hunters, Kaname waited for his legs to be freed, enabling him to finally scurry from the others embrace. Of course he would have to be careful as to what his body exposed, he was still naked after all. But one was already beginning to pull pieces together through the awkward silence of the room, and the revelation left him... well...

...Ho. Ly. Shit. They fucked.

That was the first conclusion that came to Zero's fogged head as he found himself staring at the way that their bodies were pushed against each other, their hands intertwined and refusing to be freed. They looked like... Well, a couple. How on earth could this have possibly happened... Just because they had a drink or two, did that really mean they were that fucked in the head to... fuck? These thoughts alone were making his head pound harder, and he tried to scold himself for having so much to drink.. This was about as far from his plans that he could have ever thought.

The thoughts had been drilling into his head too hard for him to realize that Kaname was talking to him right away. Instead it took a slight movement from Kaname to bring him back to their horrid reality and to the fact that their bodies were very much still intertwined. Actually, he could feel Kaname's heated body against his, feeling his hips press against Zero's, and then feel the softness of his...

...fuck, what the hell was he thinking about now.

Shaking away the thoughts as fast as they approached, the hunter wasted no time to untying the knot their legs had formed, soon pulling them free and managing to create some space between them. But the coldness of the bed where he shifted into almost made him ache, as if he longed for the warmth once again... But that was the hangover speaking. Not him. He refused to think about that.

"...You get out first," Zero awkwardly grunted and forced himself to move his gaze away, instead staring at the curtains of the bed. He seemed to be quite clear about covering up his body with the blankets to make sure Kaname did not see more of him than he already had... Though he wondered one thing. Did he get to top Kaname or not.

Kaname, though, was refusing to think of such things, nothing happened. They merely fell asleep in the bed and got too hot, resulting in their lack of clothes and the closeness of their bodies. It was a ridiculous excuse of course, but the pureblood's mind would not allow the truth to even pop into his head. That was until the warmth that had been encircling had suddenly gone, resulting in a yearning he could not quite understand.

He didn't particularly want to be the first to get out of bed, to expose his body freely in front of the other male. But he had no choice, neither of them wished to stay in the bed any longer than necessary. Drawing in a deep breath, Kaname eventually slid himself up into a more comfortable position before sliding himself out of the bed. The silk sheets slipping off of his exposed body as the male stepped onto the carpeted floor. And that's how he stood, stark naked in the blinding light, each little ray licking at his skin warmly.

To say that Zero didn't let his eyes dart to Kaname for just a second was... A lie. Maybe it was the way that the vampire got to his feet or just that he was now alone in the bed, but no matter what the real reason was, he couldn't control his eyes sliding over and gaze over Kaname's body... The way the sun shined against some still wet muscles, his dark hair now glowing a slight chocolate hint... How the muscles in his back curved down to his supple, firm...

Fuck he was doing it again.

Embarrassed and upset at himself for having a pathetic temptation like that, the hunter curled his body away from Kaname and instead worked on sitting himself up. His body was slow to obey him as he started to work his way up to a sitting position, all while dragging the blanket up over his shoulders. Though the moment that he had rocked himself onto his rear to sit up was the moment that he realized just exactly what had gone on that night, as if there was doubt to begin with.

A sharp pain rushed into him as he sat, causing him to wince as he felt that burn. It was surprising but also disappointing at the same time, knowing that Kaname had indeed topped him... At least Zero had the comfort of knowing it would never happen again. Biting into the inside of his cheek to keep from voicing his sudden pain, he started to work his way up to his feet. That burn was riding on each of his muscles, some he didn't think he had ever used before... But he knew better than to complain, even as he had to bite a little harder as he worked to wrap the blanket protectively around his naked body. He didn't need Kaname to feel any better about topping him than he already would...

Without sparing a glance back at the hunter, Kaname pulled two robes from his wardrobe and placed one on himself and tossed one over onto the bed. They were expensive material, one in which hugged the males form quite nicely, emphasizing each of his tones muscles.

"Put that on. I.. Don't know where our clothes have gone" Yet another fact that only pointed to them having had sex the night before.. Kaname though would not voice that opinion to Zero, things were awkward enough as it was now.

Kaname didn't seem to be acknowledging what had happened at all even when he had passed him a robe. He was trying to forget this had ever happened already? Narrowing his fogged amethyst eyes, the hunter couldn't help but let out a soft hiss. "...destroyed. Are you happy now?" Zero sharply retorted a little harder than he had anticipated as he quickly pulled the robe out of Kaname's awaiting hand. He was waiting for Kaname to start gloating, even as Zero's cheeks burned hot with shame that he ever let this happen...

That gloat never came. In fact Kaname had decided that none of this had ever happened. Regardless of how childish that would be, he just did not wish to face the fact that the pair had been intimate. Zero on the other hand seemed to have already made his mind up as to what had happened between them, that much was certain by the red tinge coloring the males alabaster face.

Dropping his hand to his side once the other snatched the robe off of him, Kaname eyed the male from the side. There had still been faint marks against his collar bone and lower neck. Kaname would not liked to have guessed just how low those marks had gone.. The fact that he was allowing some of this information to process into his mind about what had actually happened surprised him.

Things were going to get awkward.

"Happy? No. I do not enjoy ruining expensive clothing" Though he refused to mention that the hunter may have been the one to have ruined his clothing and vice versa. Or the fact that their clothes had definitely not been in this room, only meaning they had gotten naked somewhere else and decided to use the bedroom afterwards.

Taking a step forward to close the blinds from the harsh suns rays, a fragment of memory slithered its way to the pureblood's mind, a low and sensual moan calling out his name in the dark of the night. Passionate but rough kisses littering over his skin... Faltering in his step as the males cheeks soon colored their own shade of red, he quickly turned to the silverette with an unreadable expression.. But Zero couldn't believe it. Kaname was choosing to forget that this had ever happened. What, this was just going to be swept under the rug and forgotten about? Or would Kaname stay quiet long enough to get Zero out of the room, then go blab to all the vampires about how he had raped the hunter and made him beg for mercy... And even if he didn't remember many details, if any at all, he at least knew that it wouldn't have dared ended like that. Not while he was still breathing...

"I think its best I leave you to change. Clothes can be found in the wardrobe" Turning back and striding out the door, Kaname made his way back into his study. He really had no where else to go right now, but he certainly didn't wish to be there whilst the other changed.. Without glancing towards his couch, Kaname sat down at his desk and placed a palm over his face, trying to keep the intimate memories from returning to him...

"...I don't need your damn clothes." Zero's growl was unusually bitter as he tied the knot to keep the robe closed, a little uncomfortable with how snug the robe fitted his body. That stupid fabric was going to leave a rash... He hated fancy clothing, though he also knew that what bothered him the most was the fact that his clothing would be soaked with the scent of Kaname, something he wanted to stay away from as much as he could...

Keeping his gaze away from Kaname, he stared at the window instead that was placed into Kaname's room, wondering if he would be able to keep away from the eyes of others if he would slip out there... It was already obviously into the school day for the day class, and the vampires would all be asleep... If he was going to get out of here, he needed to do it now. Trying to hold back a retort at Kaname to spout off a few last words, he instead waited for the door to close behind him.

Now he could get the hell out of this place and get back into his own bed... and forget that this ever happened.

In a quick movement, even though soon proving rather painful, the hunter stepped over to the window and did his best to unlock it and start to slowly pull it open. If he could just get out of here and get across the bridge without being seen, then he shouldn't have any trouble from Kuran... It wouldn't be a good idea for him to come onto Sun dorm territory anyway, not if he wanted Zero to take aim with his Bloody-

...Fuck. The hunter froze just as he was about to start sliding himself out, his eyes widening. His gun. It was still... wherever his clothes are. He can't leave it here...!

To sit and do nothing went against every grain in Kaname's body. If he weren't so ashamed at what may have happened.. Who was he kidding, what definitely happened.. Then he would be in that room accusing Kiryuu of getting him too drunk. But he couldn't do that now, he had willingly left that room as the shame started to creep into him.

But the longer he sat at this desk and stared into the palm of his hand, Kaname couldn't stop the flickering of noises and images that passed through his head, the touches that sparked a deep yearning he thought had been buried away for years, kisses that felt as though they would melt his very soul.. And each little noise the other had made sending his own arousal over the edge.

But why would he feel such things? It wasn't as though he had wanted to do this with Kiryuu. In fact he would be the last person the pureblood king would have bedded. Yuuki would be his first choice of course.. But these feelings he felt for the night before, why was he feeling that now?

Getting angry at himself, the pureblood king settled for allowing his mind to go blank, not allowing such impure thoughts into his mind. Though what he did not hear was Kiryuu dressing.. Just what was he doing in his room? He hadn't left for the male to take his leisurely time, in fact Kaname wanted him gone so that he could shower and get the stench of a hunter from his clothes.. The last thing he wanted for to smell like Kiryuu at the changeover.

Luckily for Zero, the images were coming back much slower... Though right now they revolved about the passionate kissing, the ripping of clothing, the murmurs of desire into each other's ears... And for some reason, a flare of heat poured into his body for just a moment as the memories flickered by. Flinching at his own denial, the hunter quickly shook his head and sat down gingerly onto the bed. He didn't need to think this crap.

But even as he banished the thoughts from his head, he could still feel sparks of heat gathering into his stomach, a little too deep than normal... Squirming at the strange sensation, he tried to block that out just as fast. He needed to focus on getting out of here, not on what had happened. Last night was over, and it sure as hell would never happen again.

It was then that he found that he had been staring at the carpeted floor, noticing a few flecks of stains here and there as well as some shreds of fabric. What was he going to do... All he needed was his gun and he was out of here, but he wasn't going to just walk in and grab it... was he? Swallowing down the distaste of having to face Kaname again after such a horrible experience, one that even made Zero shiver at the thought, he came to realize that it was something he had to do...

The door creaked open slowly, followed by the silverette sliding his head out the door to take a look of just where Kaname was. Even as his head pounded instantly at the new light, nearly making him cringe back, he knew he couldn't just step away now... Gathering up his courage and putting on the emotionless and indifferent mask he carried, he stepped forward all while tightening his robe around his body.

"...My gun," Zero uttered the words as he stared down at his desk rather than back at Kaname.

Perhaps the hunter shouldn't have tightened that robe.. Doing so only made each contour of his body come into focus, the way the dip in the robe exposed the males fine and chiseled chest, plunging into a depth that was just begging to be uncovered. And only Kaname's touch would be able too...

Blinking and shaking his head at that thought, Kaname couldn't believe just where he allowed his mind to wonder so freely, to have such perverted thoughts about this male was something that he simply could not allow. It was Kiryuu of all people, his mortal enemy!

"Very well.."

He couldn't bring himself to say anything more, afraid his voice would give away the uncertainty in his mind.. It was hard enough keeping that stoic mask upon his face while in this situation, he hadn't felt this ashamed of himself for a long time. In fact he couldn't remember such a time he had loathed himself like this. Not to mention the way his flesh stunk of the very male standing before him.

He could still feel some of the fluids on his skin.. Whether it be perspiration or sweat, blood or.. Other liquids. It was the very reason he needed to shower. Class would be starting for him in no more than 4 hours and he needed to gather his senses by then.

And there was that heat in the pit of his stomach, starting to crawl deeper into his body and urge him to do... acts. Acts he wasn't about to decide to even remotely think about. But even when he didn't wish to, they already were starting to sneak into his head, especially as his hands tightened on the tight knot keeping his robe together... The thought of suddenly pulling it aside, letting it fall to the ground...

To push Kaname into that chair and let his body melt against...

Fuck. Again.

Grunting softly that may have been a thanks or just a cuss word directed at the pureblood, the hunter immediately turned away and started to search on the floor. The gun had to be somewhere... If he remembered, then he had last been at the desk... Though as he scanned the room, he quickly saw the pile of shredded clothing laying in scattered heaps on the floor. That must be where it's hiding...

With a grunt that he would have to go through Kaname's shredded clothing as well in a search to find it, he quietly stepped his way over to where the clothing laid in ruins. And thankfully enough, it only took a few shuffles through the clothing to finally bump his hand against his beloved gun... Letting out a sigh of relief, the hunter slowly pulled himself back up to his feet and stuck the gun into the look of the knot keeping the robe together. Wasn't that a perverted image...

"...I'm out of here," he muttered as he soon turned himself away to walk back into Kaname's room. There the window remained clearly open, signaling just where Zero planned to escape.

The pureblood couldn't help but bite his lip at the sight the male painted.. Though he had to try and control such thoughts in the presence of the other. Not to mention he hated Kiryuu.. Even the way he was looking at the pureblood now as making his skin crawl. Such aggression shown to someone he was meant to bow down too, such a rebellious male.. What Kaname wouldn't do to give him a lesson or two..

Though that would have to wait, Kaname just wanted that hunter out of his site before his control slipped from his fingers. It would be so easy to dart over to him and remind him just who his leader was.. Who could control him with a mere thought, to kill him with a cold glance.

"Very well." Raven eyes followed the retreating form, reluctantly roving over the outline of the male.. But soon he was gone, and Kaname too seemed to feel the absence of the others presence, like a weight being lifted from his mind.

Only then could he think properly, to assess what had happened between the two and why. Of course Kaname continued to lie to himself, to ignore the feelings that had been budding over the years. There was just no way..

He hated Zero Kiryuu.

Hearing a muffled thud upon the grass below though allowed Kaname to sit up and make his way back into the bedroom, knowing there would be no unwelcomed guest awaiting him. He needed to shower and clear that stench from his skin.

It had been two hours since the males last encounter with the hunter, having awkwardly allowed Kiryuu to flee without so much as an argument or confrontation as to what had happened between them the night before. As much as Kaname had tried to deny such things when he woke up, it was now impossible to tell himself otherwise, the images that flocked his mind ensured that.

After changing the sheets of his bed and stripping off the clothes that still stunk strongly of that damned hunter, Kaname had lounged on his bed for quite some time, trying to think of what he could possibly do, how he could possibly act around the male knowing what had happened. Better yet, would he tell Yuuki about what they had done? Could he possibly lie and say that the pureblood raped him?

With a frustrated growl, Kaname slid himself from the bed and strode his way towards the bathroom. He still stunk of hunter, and with having to leave in another hour for cross over, Kaname needed to rid himself of such a strong stench.

Leaning his slender and naked form forward to turn on the water, Kaname quickly stepped under the warm and welcoming water, allowing the comfort to seep into his very pores.. Relaxing him. Shifting a little under the flowing water, the pureblood couldn't help but wince at a slight sting on his upper thigh.

That wasn't a usual sensation the male felt, in fact feeling pain was something he rarely felt. Any wounds he would receive were healed seconds after he had received them.

Turning off the running water and stepping out onto the cool tiles, Kaname quickly stepped over to his full length mirror. Eyes soon raked over his naked form, searching for what could have caused such a feeling against his thigh. And sure enough, a small mark had been engraved into his alabaster flesh. On closer inspection, those little scratches formed into letters...

ZK

Shocked eyes continued to stare at that little mark for what seemed like an eternity, hands soon moving down to brush against the small mark. But as soon as contact was made, Kanames body jolted as though it had been hit by lightening.

Aggravation flooded the male at seeing that mark.. Not only did Kiryuu trick him into drinking, but he marked his skin in such an intimate area? Making his way back into the bedroom and pulling on his uniform, Kaname Kuran briskly walked out of his room and into the halls. He was going to confront that damned bastard before the cross over, to give him a piece of his mind.