I Do Not Own Vampire Knight or 'Finder Series'

Kudos to Ben4Kevin!

The setting for this story is AU and Slightly Futuristic

A/N At Bottom

Let's Go!

Silken Revelations

He blinked slowly, stretching his long limbs leisurely. He felt languid, well rested. He felt positively radiant. Well being and peace flowed through his body. The tension of being on the run for the last ten months melted away as he sank into the sumptuous mattress. He felt good. Even the constant throb of lust was just a gentle hum in his blood in his slow awakening. And then awareness spilled from his head to his feet and he was abruptly pulled out the nirvana of oblivious. His eyes snapped open to absolute dark and he cursed bitterly.

"That fucker!"

He'd rolled him. Done something with his eyes that'd sent him under immediately. Fear pierced his heart. He remembered eyes of blood chocolate and expanding irises. And then nothing.

But now.

The sensations around him told him he was no longer in his little cabin, snug in the emerald mountains. He didn't need to be a genius to understand they'd gotten just what they wanted. He didn't need to be a genius to know that he wasn't in 'Kansas' anymore. He sat up in the bed, trembling. His voice was light when he spoke.

"Lights."

Soft, pearly light suffused the room and he looked around at his silken prison. The room he was resting in was massive, The bed itself a four posted monstrosity of dark wood and silver sheets. It was the masterpiece of the room, offsetting a desk of the darkest wood in one of the corners, white carpet and two doors he suspected that led to a bathroom and a closet. It was the main entrance that held his attention though. Doubled, a dark wood, that seemed to breath in anticipation.

He knew without a doubt that the two lotharios were beyond their sturdy protection. He could feel them, their presences boiling in his blood, etching in to the bones that he used to live daily as he hadn't felt them in the cabin. They seemed etched in his soul. He knew, eventually, that he was going to go out there and confront them. But for the moment he was just concentrated on gaining his bearings.

His eyes flashed around the room, alighting on sheer gauzy curtains. He scrambled out of the insultingly large bed, stumbling a bit with how relaxed his limbs were and almost fell against the window. How long have I been here? Long enough, it seemed for him lower his guard. But, that could just be the affect those two had on him. Anytime he was in close proximity to them, it seemed all he wanted to do was throw himself into their arms, both sets, and let them kiss and fuck him until he couldn't see or walk straight. Fucking fuckers.

He pushed the curtains back with an almost frantic movement, shoving the thin material out of his way with hope in his eyes.

The skyline glittered back at him, great signs winking on and off, seeming to taunt him. He looked out of the window and sighed. So one option was a no go. Penthouse Suite. He couldn't even say he was surprised. Those two fairly dripped class, though Kaname was a little rough around the edges and slightly unruly. Ryuichi was all suave with his perfect hair. Nothing but the best, was their motto. What did surprise him, however, was his reflection in the thick glass. His overly long silver hair framed his becoming face. His silver-lavender eyes were wide and luminous, his lush lips curved sweetly, his pout all natural. His high bladed cheeks were pale with silver tinting, only rivaled by starlight. The cat like look was completed by a sharp chin. He was wearing a robe. He'd known that much. But seeing it….. Sheer white, it showcased rather than concealed his long, lithe naked body, a snowy backdrop for the silky, slinky wide gold collar that fit snugly around his throat. It was a thing of incomparable beauty, an incomparable sign of decadent captivity. A clear symbol of his lost freedom. His fingers went for it immediately, slipping over the warm metal in a vain attempt to search out the clasp that would free him from the last nail in his coffin. There was no latches hidden or otherwise and he almost growled as his hand slipped over gold and the sensitive skin of his throat.

"You've got to be kidding me," he hissed, his disbelief rapidly escalating to rage. It made his heart pound and his head ache.

Suddenly he did growl, all rational thought flying right over his head as he flew to the double doors, barely giving them time to swing open at his approach. In fact he didn't think it through. His actions. No, not at all as he practically scorched through the hallways and doors before bursting into an immaculately decorated living room that led into an elaborately decorated dining room.

He came to such an abrupt stop that he almost tumbled head over heels on the thick black carpet. He righted himself in a flurry of uncoordinated windmills and glared at the two men watching him.

He cursed his stupidity for even stepping out of the room. He'd let his anger get the better of him. Hadn't thought the situation through.

Two sets of eyes, gleaming with intense interest at his sudden appearance, fell down his hazily covered form. His barely clothed form. He was on full display to their ravenous eyes and his dick was fully hard, standing tall and unrepentantly firm. And now, as he hadn't in the cabin, he felt their heavy presence. It pressed against him. And fuck he was hot again, It felt as if they were back in that damned office when they'd walked into his life for the first time. Tall, almost too tall to be real, they'd dominated the room, leaving him with a small space to survive in. And he himself was not vertically challenged. But they eclipsed him. They were both dark of hair and skin. But that's where the similarities ended. Kaname was more slender, though they were both broad shouldered, their bodies well defined with lean, sleek muscle, Ryuichi thicker. Their faces were just as different, Ryuichi's more chiseled, Kaname's with a feminine tint. Kaname's chin tapered to an almost delicate point, while Ryuichi's tilted to the square side. Ryuichi's hair was perfect, the few strands out of place, placed there for decoration. Kaname's was carefully tousled around his face, artfully styled . They even wore their suits differently. Kaname's three piece was unbuttoned carelessly showing his white shirt. Ryuichi's was fastened tight, though his outer suit jacket was open. Ryuichi's tie was precise, Kaname wasn't even wearing one." But their eyes. They shined in the same way. Two shades of brown, the same look. Deadly. Chocolate and warm whiskey. They caught him in the net of their gaze, so he felt as helpless as a fish out of water. Now, as then, the instant liquid heat flowed down his body like molten sugar. It was a pulse deep in him that made his blood rush. They could feel it too. He saw when their interest sharpened. He could tell they were seconds from touching him, maybe even less with the way their eyes promised. The moment they got their hands on him, it was going to over with. He was pretty sure that he was going to beg them to take him, finally. He'd been running for about ten months now and the ache of his desire was a constant throbbing wound in his pride.

They rose to their feet in tandem from where they'd been sitting, Ryuichi on the couch, Kaname at a desk with a slim silver laptop.

He took a step back, suddenly wanting to run, pointing to the collar around his throat. "What the fuck is the meaning of this?" He demanded, cheeks flushed from the warmth that beat inside him. He let the full weight of his glare fall on them. They stopped, eyeing his expectantly, their demeanors patient despite the heavy, predatory press of their want and need. He stared back at them for long silent moments, whereupon his heart beat like mad and his head fucking screeched with terror at his predicament.

"I asked you a question damn it!" He flared after long minutes of nothing. "Why am I wearing this-this-" At a loss, he gestured to the offending symbol, hating to admit what it really was.

"Collar," Ryuichi said bluntly.

"Why the fuck is it around my neck?" He was sure his eyes were red with his anger by now. He barely stopped himself from reaching for the collar and searching again uselessly; from scrambling at his fucking neck like a trapped lion straight from the delta. His own eyes were like razorblades, for all the effect his furious expression had on the two men suddenly hovering over him. They'd moved so fast he could have sworn they were the true fathers of science fiction.

He shuddered with attraction and fear. He didn't know which one took precedence. But the combination heated him inside and out nonetheless.

"Fuck it! Why am I even appealing to your sense of decency! I'm out of here!" He darted under their guard, swift on his feet as well. He wondered why, for a hot instant, they didn't try harder to catch him, didn't twitch a finger in his direction. It became all too clear as he slapped his hand down onto the flat scanner built into the wall immediately adjacent. An error message flashed and a smooth, robotic voice droned.

"Zero Kiryuu, unauthorized to enter the perimeter beyond."

He should have known. But he was just to angry to care. He gaped at the door, mouth so wide a boa constrictor had nothing on him. What the fuck! He was trapped. He whirled back around to face the fearsome duo. They met his eyes, faces impassive, but eyes sparkling with private mirth. And a knowing that made his blood beat hard. He knew that the jumping bass of his pulse was visible. It was high and frantic like a wild animal caught in a trap, calling to a predator. Or two.

He put his hands up in a conciliatory gesture, "Look I know what you think you are," he stated plainly, looking back and forth, dividing his attention between them. "And I can tell you, it's not true."

The two men exchanged a quick look, before looking back to him. Now there was a shadow of caution in their eyes. They took a step closer. One little gliding step and Zero felt as if his heart was going to explode.

Kaname, always the more expressive of the two, held his hands out expression faintly apologetic. "What exactly do we think we are?" He questioned softly, thunder an echo in his tone.

Zero smiled as if it were all a joke and on him. "Alphas." He hastily corrected himself as they shrugged their shoulders. "My Alphas. And that is patently untrue. Given time I can have all of this straightened out."

Again that sharp connected look and then attention back on him. The liquid heat boiled over his skin, at the new fierceness there. All directed at him. It was scary. He knew that he had to escape by any means necessary. That look in their eyes portended a grim future. Namely because he would be at the behest of these two beasts.

"And what if there is nothing to straighten out?"

His head swiveled to Ryuichi, eyes wide. His question had been dark and challenging. "Don't get it wrong, kid. You belong to us. We don't think anything, we know just what we are."

"Maybe you're someone else's Alphas and you're just wasting precious time on me, " Zero reasoned, bristling slightly at being called kid. "I know you feel as if you picked me and all but clearly you can….." He trailed has their expressive eyes radiated laughter. "What?"

"Exactly what have you been reading?" Ryuichi asked. "Most likely something ancient."

He flushed. Because it was true. He'd gone to one of the last true libraries that just happened to come up on his escape route. "So?!"

"So those texts were written over hundreds years ago when all was not understood between Alphas and their mates."

Zero looked at Kaname, a foreboding feeling making his fingers numb. He, suddenly, didn't want to hear it. He turned back to the door and willed it to open with his mind. He was in the company of two insane men.

"It's not the Alpha who picks their mates." He recognized which one of them spoke, attuned to the pitch of each one. He frowned and looked over his shoulder, caution forgotten. His heart quailed at the sight. Too damn good looking. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? That I picked you two?"

That was just fucking impossible. They stared back at him, not speaking. He realized it after several minutes of ringing silence, captured by the dark of their eyes. The heat boiled out of him, washing the room in hushed tones of want and need and strict temperance. They were holding themselves back and it was his treacherous body that was calling out, seeking. Them. In the months on the run, he'd never felt this heat in anyone else presence. Oh he'd attracted plenty of attention from would be Alphas that he'd easily ignored, snapping at any who'd gotten close. He'd seen the hunger and started to make sure that spent most of his time solo. He thought back to their first meeting. From the moment they'd stepped into the room, he'd flushed, flustered by their electrifying company. And when they'd started speaking he'd been a goner. Smooth and sightly rough timbres had slid under his skin and stroked along parts of him that he didn't even know existed. That had prompted his run and their stalking him like the last animal on earth.

He didn't know what his face looked like, but if it was anything like how he felt then it must have looked ridiculous. He just stared back at them as if sunk in. He'd been pulling them to every location that he'd tried to use as a escape plan. No wonder he hadn't been able to hide properly, with a 'find me here' beacon pointing right to his head. He rubbed a weary hand over his face as he turned to face them, no longer willing to hide agains the wall.

"Then why are there so many Alphas and so few Omegas? If the Omegas were picking what they wanted then why were so many of them killed in the pursuit of happiness? It was genocide!"

"Because that fact hadn't yet been realized when those books were written. Alphas enslaved, tortured and killed in their misunderstanding," Kaname answered. "Come sit." His voice was sweet, cajoling. This story is better heard that way."

He didn't move, calculating what would happen if he allowed them to get their hands on him.

"We could just make you," Ryuichi warned tersely, his large body tense..

Zero took the clear hint and took a seat on the couch, shivering as they occupied the seats next to him. They were just so huge. And handsome and just so fucking sexy, he felt his temperature rise with the close contact. It was accompanied by the warmth that the two were emitting. Or was it just his imagination? A bead of moisture tracked lines down his temple. He shifted trying to get more comfortable and realized that it was going to be impossible. Sitting this close to them was fast becoming unbearable, the silken folds of the yukata rubbing against him suggestively. He realized that his cock was rock hard beneath the expensive material.

"For over a millennium, Alphas have made numerous mistakes in the handling of their Omegas. There was little information regarding the matter," Kaname explained slowly. "It was thought at one point, brute strength and displays of valor were enough to pull an Omega to an Alpha's side. When that proved to be unsuccessful, the Alphas began to take them at will, with no regard to their happiness and wellbeing. Seeing the way that the Omegas were treated, the Betas began to mate with them and have children. More Betas were born than Alphas and Omegas, thus the imbalance. The Betas thought that they were beyond their respect if the Alphas did not think them worthy to be cherished. They had been analyzed and found lacking. Why else would the Alphas treat them so badly? Omegas became scarce and the Alphas were forced to mate with the Betas. But nothing came of those unions but more Betas, powerless, moderately attractive Betas. The Alphas knew then that they had made a mistake, but the Omegas had gone into hiding by then, worshipping their God and children in relative peace. Breeding more, but still a small number, Omegas, unbeknownst to the outside world. That was until two centuries ago a female Omega was found, hurt from a fall in the woods and in the throes of childbirth. A young ingenious doctor an Alpha, saved her life. She would talk to no one out side of the subject of the health of her babe. But the young doctor recorded many findings, The least acknowledged of course being his love for the Omega. He claimed that she'd captivated him from the start, that he was drawn to the hospital on days when he was not required to be there. That he felt a force pulling at him, forcing him to return to foundation where the Omega currently resided. He claimed that it was one such night when he couldn't resist. That he returned to the hospital and forcibly took the Omega and impregnated her. He said and this is directly quoted from his book, 'That the Omega never questioned or rebuffed the need, instead welcoming him with open arms. He took the Omega home with him four weeks later and never released her from his side again. Since then only a few Omegas have resurfaced. We can only guess that it is from wandering. Omegas do love their freedom."

Zero, his arms wrapped around his folded legs, quivered as he listened to the story. He didn't know if any of it were true, yet his father's last letter and testified to his mother's irresistibleness. That'd he'd had no choice but to marry her and protect her child. That he had felt that the world would have ended if he had not. I was a compulsion in his bloodHis only regret in marrying her had been her inability to bear more children. Yet even that hadn't been enough to make him leave his bride. Ever. Only releasing his grip on her in death, a purely accidental one, and raising her child on his own. One of the rare Omega children that drew everyone to them like magnets. Even they were more prone to being shy and withdrawn until their chosen one unlocked the heater to their frigidness. And yet they tempted everyone in their path.

He grimaced as the thought flitted through his head. He hadn't tempted these two. He refused to believe that he himself was the cause of this upheaval in his life. That was simply ridiculous. But the memory of the students that he'd gone to school with, the co-workers he'd served time with. All of them had come onto in one way or another during his contact with him. He'd though it an anomaly. Surely everyone in the world didn't want him. But now they were telling him that it was just the pheromones he emitted. No one really wanted him for himself. The smart, attractive graduate worth his weight in smarts. Fuck!

"Your father or rather step father was the eleventh case to actually come to light." Kaname shifted, suddenly closer. Zero tensed and inhaled sharply,then felt deeply ashamed at his outward reaction. He forced himself to still between the two, praying they wouldn't notice. But he doubted he passed that test.

"He knew what you were before you were born," Kaname continued while he went through stages of fear and lust with how close the two were, the heat blazing within him. They could touch him at anytime, run those big hands over him at will. Yet they refrained as Kaname intoned the story for him, seemingly unfazed by his attendance among them. An unbelievable story that couldn't have any thing to do with him. "He made plans before you were born, and implemented them throughout your life to keep your secret. You-"

"Stop it!" He'd had enough. He stood, too incensed, too angry to care about his mostly nude form. He really didn't feel like hearing the story of his life from two virtual strangers. "How in the hell do you know all of that?" He asked pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You couldn't have known my father that well! Your business deal wasn't even six months old."

A sharp, predatory looked passed between the two carnivores before Kaname smiled, hard and keen like a bird of prey's piercing talons. Ryuichi's eyes were hard on him, his face blank "He left us his journal."

It was like a nuclear bomb over a city, it devastated him that much. All he gotten was a measly letter and they'd gotten a journal of notes….On him!? Grrr, grrr, grrr! All his father had left him was a closet full of lies and a company that was halfway in the hands of these two. He wanted to rip someone's head off, but there was no outlet closer than Ryuichi and Kaname and he knew that really wouldn't go over well. So he did the best thing he could think of at the moment. Retreat. He began to back away so he could nurse his wounds in private.

He felt how hard it was for them not to follow, their expressions morphing to exasperation and impatience, identical vistas on two different faces. But they stayed sitting and silent as he slowly took his leave their eyes hot like the flames of hell. It wasn't until he was halfway to the door that Ryuichi spoke.

"What ever the case may be. We belong to you and you to us. There is no way for you to escape that. We will wait for you to come to us. When you're ready."

He'd had enough of looking at their smug faces, and Ryuichi's last parting shot was the blow that broke the piñata. He forced the heat that threatened to erupt down to the deepest depths of him. "You know what, fuck you! It will be a cold day in hell before I ever invite you into my life or bed for that matter. So you can just fucking die!"

He spun on his heel and promptly exited the room from the door from which he'd emerged. He growled in frustration as it slid softly shut behind him. He wished it was one of those old doors that he could slam.

Kaname and Ryuichi didn't move for long moments and then Ryuichi chuckled low under his breath. "Well that went just as we expected."

Kaname shook his head ruefully. "But still, it was very pretty though."

KZ

Kudos to Ben4Kevin for suggesting this story. I love it already! Thank you for your Reviews, Faves and Follows!

Just one note, it was pointed out to me that Zero uses Kaname's first name but not Asami, so I've corrected that in the story

Zero will use both their first names

Until Next Time….