A/N: Another chapter has arrived! (: Hopefully, you would enjoy it. ^^ I actually wrote this chapter in the format of a first person (I, me, my), but I wasn't sure if I had nailed it. Therefore, I changed the pronouns to a third person's ones. But the story is written from the named person's viewpoint - unless I state is as (Third Person). It's my first time writing a story like this, so I hope, it's not a drag (:
Anyways, enjoy! Thank you alis-chan for your continuous support. ;-;
Pairings: [Haruka x Kaname] [Haruka x Zero] [Rido x Zero] [Kaname x Zero] [Isaya x Zero]
Beta Reader: Benevolence Black. (Thank you for being such a dear! ;-;)
Warnings: Fluff, Angsty Kaname, Unstable Haruka, Person? x Zero lemon.
Chapter 1: Unrequited Feelings
(Kaname)
Thud Thud
He knocked the door and impatiently waited, heartbeat increasing rapidly as the seconds prolonged. This happened to be the second time Haruka had called him into the former's room, and the pureblood wasn't angry at him- unintentionally fueling his excitement further.
The last time he had been summoned, Haruka had been furious. The man had every right to since half of their precious books had been destroyed – by him. Kaname had never told the brunette the reason, nor had the latter inquired about it.
Why, someone might ask? Because he had felt ashamed to do so. Nobody liked having a jealous person as their spouse, after all.
So, instead, Kaname had softly and timidly apologized, wringing his hands slightly, eyes shifted to the ground to avoid Haruka's profound gaze.
After a long moment of silence, Haruka had turned around, chocolate locks bouncing during the swiftness of his movement, and sternly told him to leave.
Kaname honestly hadn't mind. He had come prepared to receive his chastisement, after all, and was also pathetically excited about it.
Although, in the end, he had only managed to give a curt nod, before silently leaving the room.
His sole punishment was to receive the dreaded, silent treatment for a whole week. A whole fucking week. The depression was real, but on the bright side, perceiving it as an optimist, he had gotten to see his Haruka angry, which he, for some reason, found utterly exciting and enticing - in a very sexual way. Maybe he was a masochist, who knew?
So, a jovial Haruka, calling him into the pureblood's private chambers, when the hours were late, could only mean one thing, right? Kaname chewed his lip anxiously, mind overwhelmed with feelings of anticipation. He was one sexually frustrated vampire and had no shame in admitting it.
Luck was finally starting to shine on his side. About damn time, he must say.
"Come on in." ordered his husband, with a very deep yet honey-like voice.
Sometimes, he finds himself wondering what parts of Haruka he had still not paid his compliments to - yet.
Shaking his head, Kaname took a deep breath in and opened the oak doors, stepping inside, heart beating wildly in his ears. Damn, he needed to calm down.
Burgundy eyes absentmindedly swept around the room. It had been a while. Nothing had really changed much. The room contained a large, king-sized bed; a small, round coffee table which was surrounded by three 2-seated leather sofas. At the very corner of the room, two bookshelves stood, high and mighty, filled with countless of books of various kinds. Probably all of Haruka's favorites, Kaname mused to himself, grinning. Last of all, under the tall narrow window, a work table was situated - on top of it, a couple of papers messily scattered around, a black ink pen, a pencil holder holding its necessities, an HD laptop, which had been closed upon his entry by a smiling Haruka, and a half-filled cup of coffee, probably grown cold since the grayish smokes, indicating the caffeine was still warm, were nowhere to be seen.
Kuran Haruka, who was languidly seated down on his over-sized armchair behind the work table, had been staring at him since he had stepped a foot inside, a grin gracing the pureblood's sensual lips.
Kaname gulped his nervousness down, feeling his face burn up under the intensity of the stare. He still hadn't gotten used to being eyed so vigorously - and passionately?
"Right on time, Kaname." The king spoke, voice soft yet authoritative, and he found himself staring right into the bemused eyes of the man.
He gave a simple nod in response.
"Come here, Kaname. I have to speak to you about concerning matters." Haruka sighed heavily and laid back on the armchair, beckoning him with a finger to come closer.
He complied without any protests and now, stood right before his husband. However, Kaname's gaze was fixed on the window sill, studying it as if it was the most intriguing object he had laid his eyes upon.
"Kaname..."
"Hm?" He hummed, gaze not wavering from the window sill.
"Kaname, look at me." He could hear the exasperation worming its way in the brunette's voice, but he stood his ground, refusing to look at Haruka. Instead, he shook his head in response to the pureblood's plead.
His arm was pulled forward, and the next thing he knew, he was seated on Haruka's lap: the man's strong arms around him, holding him in a tight grip, as the pureblood buried his face into Kaname's chocolate locks, inhaling deeply.
"I am close to being jealous of a damn window, Kaname. What are you doing to me?" Haruka chuckled softly, gentle fingers making their way through his messy strands - stroking.
Trembling slightly, Kaname buried his face into the broad shoulder, clutching the back of Haruka's shirt tightly, his smile becoming more pronounced. How he wished those words were honest. Authentic. But he still felt foolishly happy, despite knowing otherwise.
Could he be considered more pitiful than he already was, believing in something that was; could be deemed to be so unbelievable?
"I am sorry, Haruka-san." Raising his head, he pecked the pureblood's cheek, continuing cheekily, "Next time, I will try making you jealous of a real person." He smirked, burgundy orbs meeting Haruka's similar ones in a challenging fashion.
Haruka stared at him for the longest moment, and then spoke; voice pensive. "Oh really now, Kaname? I dare you to." The man brought his face closer to his, grip on his waist tightening, burgundy eyes narrowing warningly. "Just be aware of the consequences afterward."
Kaname's chin trembled, the guilt of provoking Haruka flowing over him like hot, blistering water, and he swallowed hard, quivering anxiously. He was making a joke, something he rarely does, and solely made one due to the heat of the moment.
He could never flirt with anyone who wasn't Haruka. Heck, he even sucked when it came to the latter. His top-most, recent, humiliating, corny line being the following: 'I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way.'
Haruka's sole response had been a strange look in his direction before the pureblood avoided him for the rest of the day.
Kaname had stopped playing Romeo with his words after that incident.
Thus, Haruka should know his dreadful capability of being flirtatious. But by the looks of it, the pureblood didn't. So, somehow, he had crossed a serious line and landed himself into a pit of deep shit since Haruka obviously hadn't realized his attempt to be humorous.
Staring down at his hands, dejected, Kaname did the only thing he could: he apologized.
"Kaname, Kaname." The grip loosened and a soft kiss was planted on his forehead. "I was kidding." Another kiss. "I know you won't ever betray me. That's what I love about you." A chuckle was followed by a peck on his nose. "But if you do, I wasn't joking about the consequence part. I am quite possessive of the things that belong to me, even so, when they are official." The pureblood chuckled again and lifted his chin, so Kaname had no choice but stare right back at his spouse. "So don't disappoint me, Kaname," Haruka added, smile mysterious and dangerous, and he found himself nodding, not trusting his voice to speak in this situation.
He heard another chuckle from Haruka's lips as soft fingers found the knot on his right shoulder, "Relax, Kaname." Haruka started massaging his aching muscles, firmly yet soothingly, and he relaxed against the brunette's touch, the tension in his limbs slowly fading away.
Closing his eyes shut, Kaname nearly nodded himself to sleep, but Haruka continued to speak, so he forced himself to stay awake, a task which proved to be rather difficult.
"Tomorrow is Rido-nii-san's fiftieth-third birthday. He has hosted a party at his mansion for such a grand occasion. Fortunately enough, he was kind enough to invite us. I presume you are coming with me, right?"
Hearing those words caused his heart to grow cold, his mind to go into a haywire, and without a moment to lose, he had been forced into full awareness – despite his unwillingness few minutes prior.
It was Rido-san's birthday, and the older pureblood was going to be there, of course, but didn't that also indicate that Zero-san was going to be present there too, right? Zero-san, his love rival. The person his spouse loved and he detested. Why did silver-haired incubus always seem to interfere when things were finally looking up for him? He didn't want Zero-san to be there. He didn't like the idea of the latter being there, especially if Haruka was involved.
Frowning deeply, he clutched Haruka's shirt tighter, a streak of jealousy and fear moving through him. Jealousy because Haruka loved Zero-san. Fear because he might lose Haruka to Zero-san. Two emotions completely different from one another, yet complemented each other so splendidly.
As if hearing his thoughts, Haruka spoke, "Zero is going to be there too. You don't mind, right?" Mahogany eyes pierced his own, daring him to give an answer the pureblood didn't want to hear.
Kaname looked away, chewing his lip, irritated. The way Haruka had said that only made him mind Zero-san's existence even more. Would Haruka like it if he said no? Would Haruka appreciate the fact that he didn't even want the brunette even 10 miles near Zero-san? Would his spouse tolerate his bitter feelings of jealousy?
The answer was probably no, and he was too much of a coward to even question Haruka.
Haruka would only distance himself if the pureblood found out of his narcissistic feelings. And he would rather have a dragon gobble him down than let that happen. For that one and only reason, Kaname gave a reluctant nod.
"That's my boy! We will leave tomorrow morning, but before that..." Haruka chortled delightfully, grabbing his cheeks with both hands, and leaned in. "You deserve a kiss, Kaname."
"I...do?" He heard himself stuttering in response, very much taken aback; but at the same time, thrilled, former sensations of despondence leaving him instantaneously.
"Yes, my dear." Haruka eyed him amusedly, and Kaname felt the dark stains of embarrassment coating his cheeks slightly. Did he sound too desperate?
At that moment, he didn't care if he did. Kaname was, in fact, too elated by enthusiasm and bliss to comprehend any rational thought. And he was quite the rational thinker.
Fluttering his eyelids close, he folded his hands on his lap, puckering his lips. His heart was beating overtime when one of Haruka's hands curled around the back of his head, bringing him closer to the older pureblood. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He forced his excited nerves to calm the heck down, but that also proved to be an arduous task.
Kaname's ears picked up a faint buzz in the background but he chose to ignore it, anticipating the kiss now more than ever.
He waited.
And he waited some more.
Although, nothing seemed to be happening.
Frowning in disappointment, he cracked his eyes open and met with Haruka's apologetic gaze. Kaname arched a questioning eyebrow, and his spouse pointed his finger towards the buzzing phone, having the nerve to grace him with a sheepish grin. So that thing was the source of his chagrin.
"Can't you take it later?" He sighed, looking at Haruka pleadingly.
"It's Zero."
No more words were needed to be said. He got off Haruka's lap, his features emotionless, and averted his eyes to the other side of the room, preventing Haruka from finding out the hopeless despair written in them.
Haruka had no need to know how much the blunt denial had affected him; hurt him.
He heard a small apology and then, hurried footsteps towards the balcony before the glass doors were shut tight - probably to prevent him from hearing any words exchanged between them.
As if I would eavesdrop. Haruka, you moron.
Funnily enough, the fool here was him - to think that things between him and Haruka were changing- that things were getting better.
Completely and thoroughly a fool.
Facts were facts. The percentage of him being able to digest them not mattering a single bit. He was in love with Haruka, who was in love with Zero-san, who was in love with Rido-san, who fortunately loved the silver-haired pureblood back. Quite a messy rectangle, he had to admit.
Blinking back a tear, Kaname rubbed his eyes furiously with the back of his hand. It took all of his strength to hold himself from breaking down - mentally and physically - here and now. Haruka might hear him - and most likely pity him And that was the last thing he wanted to happen.
His presence was no longer needed – required– in this room, nor in the mansion for that matter.
His desire for this night to be something special, a start of a new beginning, was rudely thrown back in his face. As if fate was mocking him for wanting something that was beyond the realm of possibility. It had a horrible sense of humor, as far as he could tell.
Sliding his fingers through his dark locks, Kaname composed his ragged breaths, heart lurching painfully against his ribcage. It suddenly became hard to breathe. Hard to live.
He should take a long walk - a really long one - to get some needed fresh air. He had - no, wanted - to get away from here. Soon as possible. Before Haruka finished his call and returned back to the room. He didn't think he would be able to handle himself then.
Kaname shot one last, longing look towards his husband, who was still preoccupied with the call and then left - without saying another word.
(Haruka)
He threw one last look towards Kaname before grabbing his phone and heading towards the balcony, absentmindedly closing the glass doors behind him.
The despairing, dejected expression on Kaname's face had caught his attention and he couldn't help the guilt slowly creeping in the back of his mind. He had caused that. He had caused Kaname to feel the intense pain of having his love never returned. Haruka knew how that felt. For he, too, happened to be on the same creaky boat as the young pureblood.
Focusing his eyes on the glowing screen of his phone, Haruka caressed the name flashing on it - gently as possible, as if it would break if he applied too much pressure.
Because Zero was too fragile. A single, wrong touch could easily break his fragile angel.
Zero was the person he loved. The person he would always love till the brim of eternity. Kaname was a good kid, no doubt, but the brunette didn't even come close when Zero was concerned.
Zero was the definition of perfect. An angel on Earth. A light in his dark world. A solution to his endless solitude. The only person who was entitled to be his Queen. The only person who could give him an heir. The only one worthy of his heart.
The one who couldn't be his.
Haruka sighed softly and brought the innate object close to his lips, planting a yearning kiss on it - imagining that it was Zero's lips instead.
His Zero. His angel. His love.
How I wished you were mine. Why did you choose my brother when you knew I how much I loved you? Desired you?
Even when he asked, Zero would always settle a delicate finger on his lips to silence him, then claim that it was a secret before giving him a mysterious smile and changing the topic once and for all.
What could I have done differently? Why don't you ever tell me?
Laying his arms on the railing, Haruka leaned his forehead on them and heaved out another long sigh. Love seemed to very complicated and excruciating. Or maybe only his was? Perhaps, it would have been different if the person of his affections wasn't Zero.
An image of Kaname flashed across his mind and he scowled. Kaname wasn't his type. His sole purpose of marrying the brunette was because it was his father's last wish, and he had no qualms whatsoever since he had already lost Zero to his brother.
He considered Kaname more of a family than a lover. A person he could never fall in love with nor had the desire to. The young pureblood was and most probably would always be a replacement to Zero, a bad one at that.
Zero and Kaname were like polar sides. One was loud, the other was quiet. One was outgoing, the other was introverted. One's hair was light colored, the other had dark coloring. One preferred going to parties, the other favored more to stay home and read books instead. The former spoke his mind, while the other kept to himself. One fancied dogs, while the latter preferred cats. He could go on with the list for eternity. The differences between them were that vast.
So it might be a wonderment why he still kept Kaname around when he could easily break the marriage and ask the latter to move on since there was no hope for them. He could do that, but he didn't. Because he needed Kaname, believe it or not. The brunette was the only one that could make him forget about Zero, even those moments didn't last for very long, but it was still something since Kaname was the sole individual who could - was able to - do that
He may be an asshole because he was literally using Kaname's love for his own benefits, but he could care less. Kaname knew fully well that Zero was the one entitled to his heart for eternity, but the former still chose to love him; stay with him when the brunette could just leave.
The responsibility of Kaname's actions laid entirely on himself, though he had to applaud the brunette for his efforts. It must be exceedingly hard to be so close to someone whom you are infatuated with and not have your affections returned while knowing that your spouse's love belongs to someone else.
Pretty damn hard, he must admit.
So to act the good husband's part, he had started playing along with Kaname. He had started pretending that he was finally taking an interest in the young pureblood. He had sex with the latter, for goodness sake.
Why do I keep doing this? The answer was simple and selfish one at that: Kaname would fall deeper in love with him. It would be harder for the brunette to abandon him.
He didn't love Kaname, but at the same time, he didn't want the latter to love anyone else. Because Kaname was his. His possession. And he was an extremely territorial and possessive vampire, despite his innocent, naive looks. No one could breach his property and leave without a scratch. Or in the worst scenario: not leave at all.
His phone went off again and Haruka sucked in a quick breath before he ultimately picked it up. Knowing Zero, the pureblood would surely be pissed off for not taking the call sooner, but Haruka didn't want to come off as desperate, even though he was.
"Hello?"
"Why the fuck did you not pick up sooner?" The caller asked, irritation evident in his voice. It was quite funny how he knew Zero more than himself, yet still couldn't pinpoint why his beloved wouldn't return his feelings.
"I was in the shower. Sorry." He lied. It would only infuriate Zero if he knew that he was with Kaname earlier, and even more so, if the almost close-to-happening kiss that transpired between him and Kaname was discovered.
"Really?" Zero sounded disbelieved. Haruka frowned. The silver-haired pureblood was too smart for his own good.
"Uh-huh. So why did you call me, Ze-chan?" He asked; voice teasing. Zero was fond of that nickname and Haruka especially used it when he wanted to get out of trouble. In this case, he needed the pureblood's mind off his obvious lie.
He let himself grin when he heard a small chuckle on the other side. It had worked.
"Am I not allowed to call my favorite pureblood, now?" Zero inquired; voice heavy.
"Of course you are. I was wondering if there was any reason."
"Nghh, I just missed you, Haruka."
"Really?" Mahogany orbs narrowing, suspicion rose within him at the strange sound
"Mhmmm..."
"I missed you too, Zero."
"I c-can't wait to s-see you t-tomorrow, Haruk-aghh!" The pureblood's breaths came out in short gasps, hard and labored; voice far from steady.
Dread settling in the pit of his stomach, he clenched the phone tightly in his hand. "Are you with someone?" Haruka questioned, fierce jealousy burning the depths of his being.
There was a long pause.
He bit his bottom lip, dreading the answer he already knew, yet still hoped for it to be something else.
In the background, there was loud smack followed by a gust of inaudible whispers. The only phrase he could barely make out was 'not so hard, idiot' before Zero appeared on the line again. "Of course not, Haruka." The Hio male gently murmured; voice composed and solemn once more.
Haruka took the phone away from his ear, disgusted and crushed, and glared down at it heatedly, his restraint on his powers rippling, causing the glass doors to shatter loudly in the deadly silence.
Zero was lying. In that moment, he knew. He was not that much of an idiot as Zero thought he was. Although, what pained him more was to realize that those sweet words said to him were done when his beloved was evidently entertaining his brother.
The silver-haired pureblood had never done something so outrageous before.
So why now? Why one day before their meeting? Why was Zero calling me when he was obviously busy fucking my brother? Was it that amusing to throw my feelings back on my face?
"Haruka? What was that? Haruka? You there? Are you okay? Hello?!" Zero's voice sounded concerned, but he wondered if that was a part of the pureblood's act as well. He wryly smiled; eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Drawing in a deep, ragged breath, he squared his shoulders and stood straight, placing the phone back against his ear, and replied; voice monotonous and collected, "Sorry, Ze-chan. I have to go now. See you tomorrow." With that, he ended the call and threw away the phone as far as possible, not wanting the blameless object anywhere near him; his one-moment composure deserting me at the same time, legs giving out under him.
He thrust his fingers into his hair, clenching his strands painfully, and forced his eyes shut. Any sort of physical pain was better and more welcomed than the one his emotional side was experiencing.
His breaths came out labored and Haruka brought his hand to his chest, gripping the front of his shirt tightly, trying hardest to stand on his feet. It really hurt. His heart flamed with foolish jealousy, and anguish consumed every fiber of his soul.
He had to understand that Zero didn't belong to him. He had to accept the reality; realize that it was perfectly normal for a married couple to indulge themselves in the pleasures of lovemaking.
He had to recognize the untold fact that he was the third wheel in their relationship.
Haruka had - at least attempted - to digest all of those bitter facts, but his heart refused to let go. It still clung to the hope that he was the one in Zero's heart and that the latter had to marry Rido because of their father and the Council. He had to make himself believe that Zero was forced into an unwanted relationship with his brother, despite the obvious and undeniable pieces of evidence, so Haruka could prevent himself from moving on - to retain his pure love for Zero.
I sound like a pathetic lovesick fool, do I not?
He felt vacant - a black void engulfing him in its gloom. His relentless desire to be with Zero was that severe - that it started physically hurting him.
Anger, disappointment, failure was what he felt. But even then, Haruka couldn't help himself from loving Zero. He felt trapped in an endless circle of sorrow and melancholy, and craved for a way out...
Release.
That's what he wanted, no needed, to get away from this incomprehensible heartache.
He needed Kaname. Now.
Kaname. Kaname. Where are you?
Hurriedly walking back to his room, mahogany eyes desperately and frantically searched for the person who was going to provide him with relief.
They found no one.
He went insane.
Kaname. Kaname. Kaname.
He chanted the name over and over again, the name becoming a mantra as he searched every nook and corner of the whole mansion, expecting a familiar face to emerge from behind one of the doors.
But that did not happen.
There was still no sign of Kaname anywhere.
Where are you? Did you leave me as well? Kaname. Kaname.
When he reached the garden, Haruka couldn't take it any longer: he fell down to his knees and broke down - miserably and pathetically. He didn't care if the nearby maids heard him; saw him in this wretched state. He simply didn't care about anything anymore.
He was torn from inside, agonizing over and over how much longer he had to live before he fell into madness.
Why should I live a life full of pain? Why did I need to?
"Haruka-san?"
He froze, unable to believe his ears. He couldn't have heard that accurately.
"Haruka-san." The voice was more firm now yet still pleasant, and it was the only confirmation he needed.
He abruptly turned around and came face to face with the eyes of the owner of the concerned voice.
Surprised, mahogany orbs widened when his gaze fell upon the familiar, flawless features of the person. The person that he had been searching for - the one that was going to take him away from this ordeal and not ask anything in return. The person he needed yet not want. The one he had possession of, yet not loved.
The individual who claimed to be his wife.
"Kaname..."
Before he knew it, Haruka was engulfed in an embrace - full of compassion and warmth - and he clung to it - with all his strength and will.
Kaname was here. For me. The brunette hadn't left him.
"Shh, shh. It's going to be alright, Haruka-san." Kaname whispered gently, warm lips planting gentle kisses on his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, but not one landed on his lips.
"Please don't cry, Haruka-san." Haruka felt his hair caressed, gently and fondly, Kaname's voice soft and close to his ear as the brunette placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, smiling slightly.
Kaname was kissing him too much, but Haruka had no will to reprimand the brunette. Moreover, why should he when it felt pleasant to be cherished for once.
"I love you, Haruka-san. I am always here for you. Anywhere and wherever you need me. As promised." Kaname held him tightly against his chest, encouraging him to close his eyes and relax, slender fingers working wonders on his scalp.
It felt nice. It felt relaxing. It made him stop crying.
His throat was dry – his voice was croaky, but Haruka still managed to utter out a small 'thank you, Kaname', because the brunette deserved that much. Kaname deserved a whole lot more than he could ever provide. Although, Haruka knew that the young pureblood wasn't of materialistic nature.
Kaname only wanted one thing from him- the only thing he couldn't give.
He felt a nod against his head and Kaname's arms only tightened around him in response.
A writhing smile forced its way up onto Haruka's parched lips and he desperately hung to the warmth that the brunette's body freely offered. The same warmth that enveloped his mind in a thin case of security.
Kaname was far too precious for his own good.
Maybe, just maybe, he had chosen the wrong person to fall in love with.
Maybe, just maybe, his life would have been different if Kaname was the one he loved.
Maybe he would have been finally happy.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
There was no way of knowing what would - could - happen if all those "maybes" came true. He might like them, he might not. He might regret them, he might not. Again, no way of being certain.
He fluttered his eyes close again, not realizing he had opened them. He felt exhausted. Drained. Sleepy. Kaname was way too skilled with his fingers, as well as with his words - exceptionally smoother than Haruka could ever be, much to his embarrassment.
More reasons he should appreciate Kaname more. Cherish him more.
But he knew that won't happen.
Because, unfortunately, the next time he would awaken, he wouldn't remember any of this ever occurring. He wouldn't remember this night, nor Kaname's act of kindness. His consolations. His kisses. His confession of those three sacred words.
Because this was their deal.
(Third Person)
Beep Beep Beep
The line went dead. Zero removed the phone away from his ear and fixed his stare on it, his lips curling into a frown. Haruka had hanged up on him. He had freaking ended the call when he, Zero, had still wanted to talk. The nerve of him.
Lately, Haruka's behavior was changing - becoming more strange, more distant. He had never terminated a call before by himself, always pleading to speak to him for hours and hours, and yet, a couple seconds ago, he had bid him goodbye - only speaking to him for a few mere minutes.
Maybe it was due to Kaname's influence.
At that thought, Zero narrowed his eyes, jealousy brimming in the very depths of them, and clutched the phone tighter, his irritation growing. Those two were getting far too chummy with each other for his liking. He couldn't allow that to happen. Zero couldn't lose him - not again, not when he was that close.
"You are such a naughty boy, Zero-sama." said the light-haired pureblood, rudely interrupting his thoughts, before he pulled Zero closer to his body, sensually licking the pierced earlobe.
"And you are an asshole." Zero snarled, annoyed, and his grip on the phone tightened, taking in a sharp breath as the latter moved. "I told you to keep the pace steady when I was taking the call. But you disobeyed me. Haruka is mad at me no-Agh!" His reprimand broke midway as sly fingers found an aching nub, twisting and rubbing at their leisure.
"An extremely handsome asshole," The vampire interjected, sliding his hands down to Zero's bare hips, and squeezed, hard and teasingly, before continuing, "Whose cock you absolutely fancy being in your tight ass." With a smirk, he thrust back inside. harder than before, deeper than before.
Zero's heated glare on him faltered and he pushed his face into the pillow, his frame trembling as he let out a sharp cry.
"B-bastard.." Zero rasped out, his face flushed, violet orbs keeping their slight edge.
In response, the turquoise-eyed pureblood chuckled, wrapped his fingers around his lover's cock, squeezing roughly, and increased the pace of his thrusts.
Series of curses escaped from the vampire under him and the pureblood smirked, extremely enjoying the former's responses towards his touch.
"You see Zero-sama, " The mysterious vampire began, voice soft and teasing, "I don't like it when the person that I am fucking is talking to another man. Calling his name ever so fondly when I am the one inside of them." He roughly pulled the pale legs further apart before slamming into the older male again, groaning softly from the sensations of being fully sheathed inside of the tight, velvety cavern.
Amethyst eyes fluttered shut and Zero arched up against the hovering pureblood, intense pleasure invading his every sense. Zero would give the bastard an earful for his frankly, arrogant, dirty talk if his mind was collected, but fortunately for this pureblood, he wasn't in the right state of mind. He was actually on cloud nine. It felt that good - even if Zero loathed to admit it.
Another stroke of his hand on his cock, and Zero lost it. He groaned and screamed and thrashed around, his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. He needed more. He needed the release. He was that close to exploding.
"Na-uh, Zero-sama. "The light-haired pureblood's smirk grew wider, and he squeezed the tip roughly, preventing Zero from his much-needed release.
The latter whimpered in protest and clutched the bed sheet tighter, frantically rubbing himself against the retreating vampire, his breaths ragged and heavy.
"Isaya..."
"What are the magic words, Zero-sama?"
Zero flushed hard, embarrassed, and threw a deadly glare towards the bemused vampire, pursing his lips into a thin line.
Isaya slammed into him sharply, his fingers still firmly wrapped around the reddening tip, and he asked again; voice solemn; eyes smoldering. "Magic words, Zero-sama."
Burying his face deeper into the pillow, Zero chocked out, pressing his hips desperately against Isaya's, "Please let me come, Master Isaya."
"Now, now, was that too hard?"
In response, Zero growled lowly in his throat, however, to both of their ears, it sounded more like a suppressed moan, much to the silver-haired pureblood's chagrin. His pale features reddened further, sparks of humiliation looming within his violet orbs. He would get him for that, he would make sure of it.
Isaya chuckled and licked his dry lips, turquoise orbs burning with unhidden lust. He knew all too well how the rest of the night would roll, and he would savor every second of it.
Excited shivers raked his body just thinking about it.
"Your wish is my command, Your Majesty." Isaya jerked Zero's hips higher, aligning himself with the puckering, pink hole, "Be prepared to be fucked all night, My Queen." With that, Isaya drove back inside, and Zero cried out, his voice significantly piercing in the silence of the dead night.
It would be a long night, indeed.
A/N: This was a long chapter o_o The next chapter would be shorter, don't worry...
To clear things up:
1) Zero isn't an incubus, Kaname just likes calling him that. (':
2) Zero isn't a bad person...he is just uh..you would know in the future chapters.
3) I didn't intend to write Haruka as an asshole, he just came out that way /:
Anyways... thank you ben4kevin, alis-chan, yuzukikuran476, and readers who favourited/alerted this story ^^ Means a lot~
I hope you do leave a review, I really appreciate them, and it makes me write faster, to be honest! (':
But alas, have a lovely night/day~