Kaname..." the breathless word was half gasp, but Kaname didn't wait to find out if it was encouragement or protest. His mouth latched harder onto Zero's, kissing him intensely as he stroked the other's body firmly, excited beyond reason by the sensation of pleasuring his lover.
Neither of them would have used that word, would have admitted it consciously, but at this point, that was quickly becoming only a matter of semantics.
"Ka– Nnng!" Zero's muffled cry was half groan as his chest shuddered hard, Kaname's long, smooth fingers eliciting a kind of bliss he'd never quite imagined from his fevered, aching flesh. He clawed at Kaname's dark shirt, popping buttons. He needed to feel the other's skin. His whole body was on fire, a burning thirst that only Kaname could quench. He ran his hands along the hard, but supple planes of Kaname's chest, down his abdomen and around his sides, fingertips drinking up the warm skin.
Kaname's body tingled in the wake of that touch and he growled softly into their kiss. It was a beautiful, ruthless kind of passion that was sparking between them and their lips and teeth clashed and tangled urgently, drawing blood from both. The heady nectar simply sweetened the kiss.
Kaname could wait no longer. Everything in him was screaming for Zero, to meld with him, to be as physically connected with him as possible. He pulled Zero away from the crates and the two of them half walked; half stumbled backwards, bumping into things as they went.
Zero wasn't quite sure how it happened, but somehow in a matter of heartbeats Kaname had him hoisted up to sit on the edge of a waist-high stack of folded carpet runners, pants around his ankles. The pureblood eased between Zero's knees, his still-clothed hips rubbing exotically against Zero's naked body and making the ex-human groan and growl softly into Kaname's mouth.
Kaname swiftly worked the catch on his own trousers and Zero's urgent, searching hands hooked in the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his slim hips and freeing him. Kaname pressed close, sheer ecstasy written across his flushed face as their hard bodies slid and clashed against one another, their lips and tongue mimicking the same actions. He could barely breathe, his chest heaving against Zero.
Zero's mind felt like melted slag, only registering primal urges and sensations... such as the intense, shattering sensation of Kaname's body sliding and thrusting against his own. His head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream, fingers clutching Kaname's arms, knees clutching his hips. He wanted more...
Kaname's dark gaze raked Zero's body. Mostly naked, torn shirt hanging open and sliding off both shoulders, his hair mussed and faced flushed... the ex-human was an irresistibly compelling picture of temptation. Kaname leaned forward, forcing Zero backwards so he was half lying on the stacked carpets, having to catch himself on his elbows. Kaname's mouth fell to trace the tangy lines of the tattoo on Zero's neck, then down further to lick and caress the other fading welts left from Rido's attack earlier. At the same time, he sliced his own inner arm with his nails, drawing blood with which to lubricate his fingers as he started to caress and prepare the body beneath him. Kaname had not done this before, but he was quite aware of how it worked and he moved with the innate skill and confidence of one who was used to doing as they pleased and taking what they wanted. Much as he ached to simply bury himself immediately in the incredibly desirable body beneath him and take everything he could get, he also didn't want to hurt Zero unnecessarily.
Zero seemed to have a lot less clear idea of what exactly getting more of Kaname entailed and what he wanted from this encounter. He inhaled sharply at the unexpected and somewhat unnatural sensation of Kaname's probing fingers. The shock of it cleared the haze from his brain just a little and his glazed eyes widened.
"What a-are you...?" If it was possible, the flush of Zero's face deepened. Surely, Kaname couldn't mean to... couldn't want to... The fingers pushed deeper, causing Zero to squirm with conflictingly equal amounts of arousal, discomfort and dismay.
"K-Kaname, sto– Nnng!" Kaname's lips locking over his and the pureblood's free hand clamping firmly around his aching arousal effectively cut off Zero's protest. Kaname stroked him, slowly but powerfully, the fingers of his other hand continuing their relentless exploration. Caught between the two, Zero felt lost. He moaned, his hips bucking into Kaname's grip, even though that pushed the pureblood's other hand deeper. Discomfort was quickly morphing into a strange, new kind of pleasure as the pureblood's fingers curled and stroked, finding all the places Zero had never in his wildest dreams imagined he would want to be touched and bringing them to life. Zero's fingers dug into the carpets beneath him.
His eyes fluttered closed, then opened again and he found Kaname gazing down at him with those intense, endless, passionate eyes. Zero had always thought the pureblood cold, calculating and remote. He could honestly not figure out what the heck Yuki saw in him. But Kaname was none of those things right now. He was vividly alive, practically glowing with a deep kind of sensuality that made him a blazing flame no moth would be able to resist. He was fixated upon Zero with a single-minded attention that said at this moment in time there was nothing else in his world. Despite himself, Zero was captivated.
Kaname's hands were still moving – relentless, incredible, unforgivable, driving Zero crazy. The ex-human's back arched helplessly, the tight loom of the carpeting chafing against his bare skin. Kaname's dark hair clung in ringlets to his neck and forehead. His shirt hung open, exposing ivory skin slicked with the perspiration of desire. The pureblood paused his sensual assault only long enough to shrug out of his mostly ruined shirt and drop it beside Zero. His hands slid swiftly back to Zero's thighs, spreading them with his palms as he nudge up closer between the other's legs.
Zero felt the butterflies mating in his gut kick it into high gear as Kaname slid against his thigh and a blunt pressure replaced the probing fingers. Electricity jolted in his groin even as the vague reality of what was happening clawed at the back of his mind. Intense arousal and fear mingled in his chest and he nearly hyperventilated. Somehow, the idea of actually resisting never even entered his mind.
Kaname was nearly bursting with need. He hooked his hands under Zero's thighs and rocked his hips forward, carefully at first, but then harder. Zero was tense, automatically resisting and necessitating more force. Kaname's whole frame quivered with the intense heat of his lover's body. Zero filled his senses, enraptured his desire and left him desperately craving more and more. He'd never felt like this – he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't get enough. He thrust forward more urgently and more ruthlessly, seeking to bury himself completely.
Zero's fingers dug into the thick carpets under him hard enough to punch through the top layer. He cried out sharply as Kaname penetrated him, every muscle in his body snapping taught as he unintentionally tried to scrabble backwards on his elbows. Kaname's firm grip on his hips didn't allow that and the pureblood continued to press him, half coaxing, half forcing Zero to accept him. Zero struggled, not trying to get away, but unable to adjust to the new sensation being thrust so rapidly upon him. His body felt like it was overloading. Pleasure was thrumming through him like a jet engine on full bore, but... this hurt. A lot. And... he was inexplicably scared.
"Kaname... K-Kaname, please..." Zero begged hoarsely, his hips squirming urgently on the edge of the stacked rugs, his hands clamping onto Kaname's shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he desperately tried to get the pureblood to slow down. "I-I can't... Aaah!"
Kaname realized he was pushing Zero too hard, too fast and with great effort he backed off a bit, stilling to give his partner a chance to adjust.
"Shh... it's okay," he murmured in a voice that was so heated it was almost tender. He leaned down, brushing a slow, lingering kiss against Zero's flushed and swollen lips. His fingers curled again around his lover, stroking him slowly and making Zero's breath hitch. He moved very slowly, sensually, drowning Zero in a flowing, rising tide of molten pleasure that left his whole body aching for more.
Kaname's hand slid up to cup Zero's cheek as he leaned close over him, holding him with his intense gaze. "Look at me," he murmured heatedly but reassuringly, gently turning Zero's face towards him. There was a silent promise in his gaze, that he would please, not hurt. Trust me. "Don't look away..."
Zero's eyes slowly slid to lock with the pureblood's and he felt strangely mesmerized. The tenseness in his muscles melted inexplicably as the fire in his blood became an all consuming pool of sensation and delight.
"That's better..." the pureblood murmured as he felt Zero's body responding, relaxing slowly as fear evaporated like rain falling on a hot iron. Kaname's mouth traced his ear and nibbled slowly down his neck again. "I want you..." he whispered against Zero's jaw, his voice like a buttery soft caress.
Zero's breath escaped in a hot rush by Kaname's ear as his stomach knotted pleasurably in response to the purred words. Every fiber of his being ached for Kaname. The pain had dulled to negotiable, non-important levels and the feeling of their incomplete joining throbbed inside him, making him crave the unimaginable. He wanted more. He wanted Kaname. But he couldn't say it. His words did not come so easily as Kaname's.
"Yeah..." he murmured hoarsely instead, his eyes once more locked on the pureblood's as Kaname lifted his head again. His hand slid down Kaname's smooth side to his hip. Zero's fingers dug tightly into Kaname's backside as he gripped him, tugging his hips forward. He kicked completely free of his pants, his heels hooking behind the pureblood's thighs, holding him close.
Kaname eased forward again, slower, forcing himself to take things gradually and holding Zero's gaze the whole time. The erotic energy crackling between them was palpable. Time spun out, each heartbeat, each shaking breath an eternity as their bodies moved slowly together, merging to completeness. Only when he had taken Zero to the core did Kaname finally break eye contact. His heart was thudding out of his chest and the fire pooling in his groin and raking through his flesh was almost painful in its intensity. His eyes fluttered closed with a soft groan and his forehead fell to rest against Zero's shoulder as he paused a moment, gathering his control before he started moving again.
Zero's head swam. Kaname's intense gaze held him grounded, easing him through the initial awkward discomfort and fear and guiding him into the intense, soul-ripping bliss on the other side. He could feel Kaname's heart pounding against his chest and as the pureblood's head dropped, he twined his fingers in the dark hair, holding him close and kissing the side of his face.
Kaname had always kept a distance between himself and the world. It was his nature, and he'd lost too much and suffered too many hidden scars over the course of his life to allow anyone close. The feeling of being so deeply and intimately bound to another life was completely foreign, and completely intoxicating. Zero was figuratively and literally in his blood and Kaname had never felt this close, this connected with anyone. He leaned over Zero, making love to him, heart resting against heart, turning his head and kissing the full lips almost reverently. The pureblood was giving away more than his body, although his mind was too hazy with raw lust and desire to realize it consciously.
Kaname was losing his grip on control, urgency taking over again, driving his motions harder, faster, ravaging, hungry...
Zero's head tipped back with a soft, guttural cry. The feelings jolting and spearing through him denying description and sending electric flames through his being that melted anything that remained of rational thought. As the pureblood's motions became increasingly rapid and intense, Zero's arms locked around Kaname's back and his eyes slammed shut. He felt like he was going to explode. He was insane to be doing this, insane to be enjoying it... but his blood was afire, and looking up at Kaname... he was simply insane.
Kaname crawled up onto the carpet stack with Zero, their combined motions scooting both of them backward across the broad expanse. Kaname's right arm supported his weight while his left curled around Zero's shoulders, holding him close, kissing him almost savagely as their bodies bucked together. Zero's hands gripped Kaname's arm, his backside, anything he could reach.
Suddenly, Kaname froze and Zero groaned softly in fervent protest, rolling his body up against the other, but then, reluctantly, he froze too. Sounds and scents had reached Kaname that he'd almost missed in his intense state of distraction. But they were very close now, close enough for Zero to hear them too – the chattering static of radio communication, and footsteps, getting closer.
Apparently the police had not overlooked the warehouse after all.
Kaname's eyes snapped darkly at this most unwelcome intrusion and he reluctantly, but quickly pulled away. Zero pushed up on his elbows, suddenly cold from the loss of Kaname's warmth. He trembled slightly as he struggled up to sit, obviously not able to think very quickly or clearly around the haze in his brain. He felt like he was drunk.
Kaname's reactions too, were slowed, but fortunately his slow was still faster than most people's swift. He somehow managed to have the presence of mind to scoop up his and Zero's discarded clothing. Wrapping his arms around Zero, the both of them were suddenly weightless, shooting up into the air with apparent ease.
Zero bit back a yelp of surprise, managing to stay silent as their trajectory shifted and they landed quietly on the top tier of the nearby row of towering shelving, almost two stories above the floor below. Giant blocks of cardboard boxes were held together with wide bands of clear cellophane, the tops of the grouped boxes creating a flat, stable surface for the two vampires to alight upon.
Kaname tossed down his shirt, settling to sit upon it and pulling Zero down onto his lap, keeping him off the dusty box tops. At the same moment, footsteps tromped audibly into the warehouse, echoing in the large expanse of space. Flashlights flickered between the rows below, radios continuing to crackle static every now and again.
Both Kaname and Zero knew at once that their luck was holding. They could both tell, those were human officers searching below. There wasn't a chance they'd be scented. If they were silent, no one would look for them up here – there was no way any normal person without a forklift or a cherry picker could have gotten up this high.
Both vampire's hearts were pounding, the added shot of adrenaline bred by their narrow escape feeding into their already over-stimulated states.
Zero was peering down carefully down over the edge at the figures blow when Kaname's arms tightened around his waist, pulling him backwards, snugging the ex-human's back against the pureblood's chest and tugging his hips down with a purposeful little jerk.
Zero inhaled sharply, remembering just in time that they needed to be quiet as he felt Kaname's body mold to his again. His head rocked back against the pureblood's shoulder. His arms were tangled up in his shirt, which had slid down to hang from his elbows, but his fingers dug sharply into Kaname's forearms as they wrapped around his waist. He shot the pureblood a hazy, panicked glare, not daring to speak.
What are you doing? They're still down there...
Kaname just smiled darkly and rocked his hips, one hand clamping across Zero's chest, pinning him close, the other sliding purposefully down his lover's stomach until he struck gold. He wasn't about to wait, the danger just made things all the more delicious.
Zero's fingers gripped tighter as his body thrilled intensely, senses now keyed to overload between desire and the fear of discovery. Kuran I may have to kill you... He bit back another moan as he fell into Kaname's rhythm, trying desperately to stay silent as the two of them moved together as swiftly as they dared. It wasn't enough, they both wanted more, but they dared not. It was a delicious, slow kind of torment and Zero felt Kaname's breath coming in small, gasping little sobs against his back, his own was about the same.
The sound of the police below became white noise, hardly registering. Zero held his breath to keep silent and his head swam. Kaname was relentless, stroking, caressing... the ex-human's heels slid and scuffed in silent urgency on the box tops, his back arching against Kaname's chest as he moaned silently, desperately in his throat. Not yet, not yet... Kaname was pushing him towards the brink and Zero didn't think he could stay quiet if that happened.
Kaname could read his distress full well and was obviously enjoying it immensely. Zero scowled heatedly, nearly out of his head with aroused desire. Two could play at this game.
Swiveling around, Zero took some of the control out of his partner's hands. Straddling Kaname's lap as they half sat, half knelt together; Zero raked his fingernails down the pureblood's sides as he rocked firmly against him. Somehow, he knew instinctively that it would excite, not hurt, the pureblood. Kaname sucked in a sharp breath. Even as he did so, Zero's mouth dropped to his neck. Zero bit Kaname, hard.
Kaname almost screamed, his body tensing and jerking, nearly climaxing on the spot. He didn't, but it was very close, on both counts. His head snapped back and he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of Zero's hips.
The sensation of Zero feeding on him as they rocked together was incredible. He felt dizzy, almost weak with pleasure, and yet intensely energized. Kaname's mouth headed for Zero's neck but the ex-human grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked harshly, keeping Kaname's head arched back, away from him as he drank possessively. He obviously wanted to enjoy Kaname's blood without reciprocating at the moment.
Kaname granted him that. With Zero was like this... Kaname would probably have granted him anything. The delightful bit of domination nearly undid the pureblood. His hands caught Zero's dangling shirt, tugging it down behind the ex-human's back so that it slid to bunch around Zero's wrists, pulling the ex-human's hands behind his back. A quick twist tangled Zero's wrists up tightly in the fabric, trapping his hands. Kaname held Zero's wrists bound together tightly at the small of his back. The same grip enabled Kaname to tug Zero's hips down harshly into each deliciously merciless upward thrust of his own, Zero's throbbing body pinned against his stomach, their heaving chests rubbing and clashing together.
The police were gone now, the warehouse their own private little haven once more, but they were only barely aware of the transition. Both vampires had hit the point of no return and time became a rapid, heady blur of painting, perspiration, thudding hearts and straining bodies moving with the raw poetry of dangerous animals in heat.
Zero half growled, half groaned, lathing and biting Kaname's neck harshly while the pureblood reciprocated with his body, hips thrusting with enough powerful swiftness to almost create friction burn.
The flame was too hot now, too intense to sustain for long and pleasure finally had its way, spiraling up with raw, greedy fingers to claw through their bodies, blanking minds and shredding thoughts with the sheer weight of its intensity.
Kaname fell first, body exploding in the white fire of release, but Zero wasn't far behind, pushed over the edge by Kaname's helpless, passionate cries only half muffled against his neck.
Time became a somewhat foggy concept again for a few minutes, or maybe it was only a few heartbeats... Kaname wasn't sure, but the next thing he was truly aware of, he and Zero had collapsed to a tangled sprawl on their bed of boxes, curled together, lungs still heaving as their bodies glowed and throbbed in the aftermath of intense pleasure.
Kaname felt Zero shiver slightly, whether from residual pleasure or the cool air he didn't know, but he instinctively pulled the other closer against his chest, wrapping an arm around him. Kaname didn't want to think too much about what had just happened, what they'd done... what he'd done. Right now he just wanted to linger a moment here, in whatever bizarre version of distorted reality they'd just created, and enjoy the sensations chasing through his body... enjoy the feeling of Zero's breath raggedly brushing his shoulder, the ex-human's pulse pounding beneath the arm wrapped around him. Enjoy this feeling of being so deeply bound to another being.
Kaname had never imagined he would end up in a position like this, but it was far too late to second-guess or feel guilty now. He could feel the bond he shared with Kiriyu almost like a hand wrapped around his spine and his heart, squeezing oddly. He wondered if Zero felt it too... or if this was still just the curse of his pure blood.
Kaname stopped thinking before it gave him a headache and simply nuzzled his head against Zero's neck as his breathing slowed gradually. The dangerous depression from before had disappeared. There was still a small but distinct ache in the back of his chest from the severed bond that he was probably going to have to learn to deal with until perhaps time released him from its burden, but it was manageable. His senses were too full of Zero to feel empty.
Zero lay still in Kaname's embrace. As his body cooled and his head started to clear he felt a deep, sick, sinking feeling in his gut. What had he done? How could he have let this happen? How had it ever ended up going this far? Although the rest of his body was cooling, his face continued to burn even hotter.
Agitated, Zero pulled away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. But he didn't have anywhere to go. As he reached the edge and glanced down he became distinctly aware now of how small their little nest here really was. The broad palate of boxes made a space about as big as a queen sized bed, but shared with a naked pureblood, it felt claustrophobically tiny. There wasn't anywhere to go except straight down. Climbing was out of the question, the yawning gaps between the tiers were too large. They were practically two floors up, and he had no way down but Kaname.
A weird sense of vertigo gripped Zero, brought on as much by his swirling emotions as anything else as he looked down and he tottered slightly. He wasn't really in danger of falling, but Kaname seemed to think he was because the pureblood quickly grabbed him and pulled him back from the edge with a look of alarm. "Zero, are you all right?"
Zero laughed somewhat incredulously. "All right? Sure, I'm just freaking great..." he trailed off, going stony faced and looking away. He wrapped his arms around his middle. "It's freezing," he mumbled.
Kaname frowned, choosing to pretend to believe the excuse, because he didn't want to look too close at the truth, nor examine too deeply why it would hurt. "Then come here, let me warm you..." he murmured cajolingly, drawing the reluctant ex-human back towards him before Zero could protest. He nuzzled and mouthed the other's neck lightly as he wrapped his arms around him, knowing that would inspire a bit of heat to warm him up.
Zero shivered, unintentionally melting at the touch of Kaname's lips on his skin, at the rumble of his voice. Damn... what the hell is wrong with me? He wondered as he actually let Kaname pull him back down to rest against him, Kaname's hand cupping Zero's head to his chest. It was just too hard to fight. It wouldn't do any good. It couldn't erase what they'd done, or undo this weird sense of... of... comfort of all things, that he found lying here like this. His body was tense, but he didn't try to escape again, caught in limbo between wanting to flee and inexplicably wanting to stay. Zero closed his eyes, trying to ignore the warm, inviting sensation of Kaname's chest rising and falling against his cheek.
Kaname chuckled softly after a moment, thinking back to a few minutes ago as his fingers trailed languidly through Zero's hair. "I'm surprised they didn't notice us... you were being so loud..." he ribbed good naturedly.
Zero snorted in derision. "Me? They heard you on the other side of the country," he retorted, falling easily into well established patterns of rivalry, grasping tightly at that thread of normalcy.
Zero finally pushed up to sit again and Kaname released him. The ex-human pulled his rumpled, ruined shirt back up over his shoulders and tugged it closed. After that initial outburst, he was trying to be a lot calmer about this than he felt. He'd be damned if he'd give Kaname the satisfaction of humiliating him any further by playing the blushing virgin in this scenario. Kaname was being casual about this; he damn well could play that game too.
Kaname's gaze trailed Zero as the other sat up, but he remained where he was a few moments longer. He felt contentedly exhausted, motion coming somewhat sluggishly. Zero had probably drained him a lot more than he'd realized, but it was a pleasurable kind of leadenness.
"I wonder what they would have put in their report if they had found us..." Kaname pondered with a wry smirk as he finally pushed up to sit. "Wouldn't the news love that? Suspects in Ichijo break-in caught with their pants down–" Kaname's own shirt hit him in the face, cutting off his droning reporter impersonation. Zero glared, flushed bright pink and looking for something else to throw.
Kaname batted at the shirt, getting slightly tangled in the rips as it slid off his head. The look on Zero's face was priceless and he cracked up despite himself. It was a rare enough sight to make Zero stare. Kaname laughed so rarely, but everything had been so tense, for so long, and dredging up all that old hurt over his parents on top of it... it felt like something had to give. Now, with the crazy jumble of endorphins and adrenaline still in his system, after finding this beautiful, absurd release with the least likely person in the world, Kaname was inclined to let himself go and find a bit of amusing irony in life, if only for a few minutes. "Suspects arouse suspicion..." he tried another one, grinning devilishly at Zero.
Zero tried to punch him. Kaname dodged but fell backward, mostly because he was laughing. Despite himself, Zero laughed too. It eased the intense awkwardness he was feeling and released a little of the pressure in his gut. What the hell. Life was unexpected and stupid. Sometimes, you had to laugh so you didn't cry. Laughing certainly felt better. Like denial. Like trying to pretend that none of this had happened.
"Kaname, you're an idiot and I think you're losing your mind," Zero muttered ruefully through his laughter, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. "Unless there's any other insanely powerful vampires you need to kill tonight, can we please get the hell out of here now?"
Neither of them would have used that word, would have admitted it consciously, but at this point, that was quickly becoming only a matter of semantics.
"Ka– Nnng!" Zero's muffled cry was half groan as his chest shuddered hard, Kaname's long, smooth fingers eliciting a kind of bliss he'd never quite imagined from his fevered, aching flesh. He clawed at Kaname's dark shirt, popping buttons. He needed to feel the other's skin. His whole body was on fire, a burning thirst that only Kaname could quench. He ran his hands along the hard, but supple planes of Kaname's chest, down his abdomen and around his sides, fingertips drinking up the warm skin.
Kaname's body tingled in the wake of that touch and he growled softly into their kiss. It was a beautiful, ruthless kind of passion that was sparking between them and their lips and teeth clashed and tangled urgently, drawing blood from both. The heady nectar simply sweetened the kiss.
Kaname could wait no longer. Everything in him was screaming for Zero, to meld with him, to be as physically connected with him as possible. He pulled Zero away from the crates and the two of them half walked; half stumbled backwards, bumping into things as they went.
Zero wasn't quite sure how it happened, but somehow in a matter of heartbeats Kaname had him hoisted up to sit on the edge of a waist-high stack of folded carpet runners, pants around his ankles. The pureblood eased between Zero's knees, his still-clothed hips rubbing exotically against Zero's naked body and making the ex-human groan and growl softly into Kaname's mouth.
Kaname swiftly worked the catch on his own trousers and Zero's urgent, searching hands hooked in the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his slim hips and freeing him. Kaname pressed close, sheer ecstasy written across his flushed face as their hard bodies slid and clashed against one another, their lips and tongue mimicking the same actions. He could barely breathe, his chest heaving against Zero.
Zero's mind felt like melted slag, only registering primal urges and sensations... such as the intense, shattering sensation of Kaname's body sliding and thrusting against his own. His head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream, fingers clutching Kaname's arms, knees clutching his hips. He wanted more...
Kaname's dark gaze raked Zero's body. Mostly naked, torn shirt hanging open and sliding off both shoulders, his hair mussed and faced flushed... the ex-human was an irresistibly compelling picture of temptation. Kaname leaned forward, forcing Zero backwards so he was half lying on the stacked carpets, having to catch himself on his elbows. Kaname's mouth fell to trace the tangy lines of the tattoo on Zero's neck, then down further to lick and caress the other fading welts left from Rido's attack earlier. At the same time, he sliced his own inner arm with his nails, drawing blood with which to lubricate his fingers as he started to caress and prepare the body beneath him. Kaname had not done this before, but he was quite aware of how it worked and he moved with the innate skill and confidence of one who was used to doing as they pleased and taking what they wanted. Much as he ached to simply bury himself immediately in the incredibly desirable body beneath him and take everything he could get, he also didn't want to hurt Zero unnecessarily.
Zero seemed to have a lot less clear idea of what exactly getting more of Kaname entailed and what he wanted from this encounter. He inhaled sharply at the unexpected and somewhat unnatural sensation of Kaname's probing fingers. The shock of it cleared the haze from his brain just a little and his glazed eyes widened.
"What a-are you...?" If it was possible, the flush of Zero's face deepened. Surely, Kaname couldn't mean to... couldn't want to... The fingers pushed deeper, causing Zero to squirm with conflictingly equal amounts of arousal, discomfort and dismay.
"K-Kaname, sto– Nnng!" Kaname's lips locking over his and the pureblood's free hand clamping firmly around his aching arousal effectively cut off Zero's protest. Kaname stroked him, slowly but powerfully, the fingers of his other hand continuing their relentless exploration. Caught between the two, Zero felt lost. He moaned, his hips bucking into Kaname's grip, even though that pushed the pureblood's other hand deeper. Discomfort was quickly morphing into a strange, new kind of pleasure as the pureblood's fingers curled and stroked, finding all the places Zero had never in his wildest dreams imagined he would want to be touched and bringing them to life. Zero's fingers dug into the carpets beneath him.
His eyes fluttered closed, then opened again and he found Kaname gazing down at him with those intense, endless, passionate eyes. Zero had always thought the pureblood cold, calculating and remote. He could honestly not figure out what the heck Yuki saw in him. But Kaname was none of those things right now. He was vividly alive, practically glowing with a deep kind of sensuality that made him a blazing flame no moth would be able to resist. He was fixated upon Zero with a single-minded attention that said at this moment in time there was nothing else in his world. Despite himself, Zero was captivated.
Kaname's hands were still moving – relentless, incredible, unforgivable, driving Zero crazy. The ex-human's back arched helplessly, the tight loom of the carpeting chafing against his bare skin. Kaname's dark hair clung in ringlets to his neck and forehead. His shirt hung open, exposing ivory skin slicked with the perspiration of desire. The pureblood paused his sensual assault only long enough to shrug out of his mostly ruined shirt and drop it beside Zero. His hands slid swiftly back to Zero's thighs, spreading them with his palms as he nudge up closer between the other's legs.
Zero felt the butterflies mating in his gut kick it into high gear as Kaname slid against his thigh and a blunt pressure replaced the probing fingers. Electricity jolted in his groin even as the vague reality of what was happening clawed at the back of his mind. Intense arousal and fear mingled in his chest and he nearly hyperventilated. Somehow, the idea of actually resisting never even entered his mind.
Kaname was nearly bursting with need. He hooked his hands under Zero's thighs and rocked his hips forward, carefully at first, but then harder. Zero was tense, automatically resisting and necessitating more force. Kaname's whole frame quivered with the intense heat of his lover's body. Zero filled his senses, enraptured his desire and left him desperately craving more and more. He'd never felt like this – he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't get enough. He thrust forward more urgently and more ruthlessly, seeking to bury himself completely.
Zero's fingers dug into the thick carpets under him hard enough to punch through the top layer. He cried out sharply as Kaname penetrated him, every muscle in his body snapping taught as he unintentionally tried to scrabble backwards on his elbows. Kaname's firm grip on his hips didn't allow that and the pureblood continued to press him, half coaxing, half forcing Zero to accept him. Zero struggled, not trying to get away, but unable to adjust to the new sensation being thrust so rapidly upon him. His body felt like it was overloading. Pleasure was thrumming through him like a jet engine on full bore, but... this hurt. A lot. And... he was inexplicably scared.
"Kaname... K-Kaname, please..." Zero begged hoarsely, his hips squirming urgently on the edge of the stacked rugs, his hands clamping onto Kaname's shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he desperately tried to get the pureblood to slow down. "I-I can't... Aaah!"
Kaname realized he was pushing Zero too hard, too fast and with great effort he backed off a bit, stilling to give his partner a chance to adjust.
"Shh... it's okay," he murmured in a voice that was so heated it was almost tender. He leaned down, brushing a slow, lingering kiss against Zero's flushed and swollen lips. His fingers curled again around his lover, stroking him slowly and making Zero's breath hitch. He moved very slowly, sensually, drowning Zero in a flowing, rising tide of molten pleasure that left his whole body aching for more.
Kaname's hand slid up to cup Zero's cheek as he leaned close over him, holding him with his intense gaze. "Look at me," he murmured heatedly but reassuringly, gently turning Zero's face towards him. There was a silent promise in his gaze, that he would please, not hurt. Trust me. "Don't look away..."
Zero's eyes slowly slid to lock with the pureblood's and he felt strangely mesmerized. The tenseness in his muscles melted inexplicably as the fire in his blood became an all consuming pool of sensation and delight.
"That's better..." the pureblood murmured as he felt Zero's body responding, relaxing slowly as fear evaporated like rain falling on a hot iron. Kaname's mouth traced his ear and nibbled slowly down his neck again. "I want you..." he whispered against Zero's jaw, his voice like a buttery soft caress.
Zero's breath escaped in a hot rush by Kaname's ear as his stomach knotted pleasurably in response to the purred words. Every fiber of his being ached for Kaname. The pain had dulled to negotiable, non-important levels and the feeling of their incomplete joining throbbed inside him, making him crave the unimaginable. He wanted more. He wanted Kaname. But he couldn't say it. His words did not come so easily as Kaname's.
"Yeah..." he murmured hoarsely instead, his eyes once more locked on the pureblood's as Kaname lifted his head again. His hand slid down Kaname's smooth side to his hip. Zero's fingers dug tightly into Kaname's backside as he gripped him, tugging his hips forward. He kicked completely free of his pants, his heels hooking behind the pureblood's thighs, holding him close.
Kaname eased forward again, slower, forcing himself to take things gradually and holding Zero's gaze the whole time. The erotic energy crackling between them was palpable. Time spun out, each heartbeat, each shaking breath an eternity as their bodies moved slowly together, merging to completeness. Only when he had taken Zero to the core did Kaname finally break eye contact. His heart was thudding out of his chest and the fire pooling in his groin and raking through his flesh was almost painful in its intensity. His eyes fluttered closed with a soft groan and his forehead fell to rest against Zero's shoulder as he paused a moment, gathering his control before he started moving again.
Zero's head swam. Kaname's intense gaze held him grounded, easing him through the initial awkward discomfort and fear and guiding him into the intense, soul-ripping bliss on the other side. He could feel Kaname's heart pounding against his chest and as the pureblood's head dropped, he twined his fingers in the dark hair, holding him close and kissing the side of his face.
Kaname had always kept a distance between himself and the world. It was his nature, and he'd lost too much and suffered too many hidden scars over the course of his life to allow anyone close. The feeling of being so deeply and intimately bound to another life was completely foreign, and completely intoxicating. Zero was figuratively and literally in his blood and Kaname had never felt this close, this connected with anyone. He leaned over Zero, making love to him, heart resting against heart, turning his head and kissing the full lips almost reverently. The pureblood was giving away more than his body, although his mind was too hazy with raw lust and desire to realize it consciously.
Kaname was losing his grip on control, urgency taking over again, driving his motions harder, faster, ravaging, hungry...
Zero's head tipped back with a soft, guttural cry. The feelings jolting and spearing through him denying description and sending electric flames through his being that melted anything that remained of rational thought. As the pureblood's motions became increasingly rapid and intense, Zero's arms locked around Kaname's back and his eyes slammed shut. He felt like he was going to explode. He was insane to be doing this, insane to be enjoying it... but his blood was afire, and looking up at Kaname... he was simply insane.
Kaname crawled up onto the carpet stack with Zero, their combined motions scooting both of them backward across the broad expanse. Kaname's right arm supported his weight while his left curled around Zero's shoulders, holding him close, kissing him almost savagely as their bodies bucked together. Zero's hands gripped Kaname's arm, his backside, anything he could reach.
Suddenly, Kaname froze and Zero groaned softly in fervent protest, rolling his body up against the other, but then, reluctantly, he froze too. Sounds and scents had reached Kaname that he'd almost missed in his intense state of distraction. But they were very close now, close enough for Zero to hear them too – the chattering static of radio communication, and footsteps, getting closer.
Apparently the police had not overlooked the warehouse after all.
Kaname's eyes snapped darkly at this most unwelcome intrusion and he reluctantly, but quickly pulled away. Zero pushed up on his elbows, suddenly cold from the loss of Kaname's warmth. He trembled slightly as he struggled up to sit, obviously not able to think very quickly or clearly around the haze in his brain. He felt like he was drunk.
Kaname's reactions too, were slowed, but fortunately his slow was still faster than most people's swift. He somehow managed to have the presence of mind to scoop up his and Zero's discarded clothing. Wrapping his arms around Zero, the both of them were suddenly weightless, shooting up into the air with apparent ease.
Zero bit back a yelp of surprise, managing to stay silent as their trajectory shifted and they landed quietly on the top tier of the nearby row of towering shelving, almost two stories above the floor below. Giant blocks of cardboard boxes were held together with wide bands of clear cellophane, the tops of the grouped boxes creating a flat, stable surface for the two vampires to alight upon.
Kaname tossed down his shirt, settling to sit upon it and pulling Zero down onto his lap, keeping him off the dusty box tops. At the same moment, footsteps tromped audibly into the warehouse, echoing in the large expanse of space. Flashlights flickered between the rows below, radios continuing to crackle static every now and again.
Both Kaname and Zero knew at once that their luck was holding. They could both tell, those were human officers searching below. There wasn't a chance they'd be scented. If they were silent, no one would look for them up here – there was no way any normal person without a forklift or a cherry picker could have gotten up this high.
Both vampire's hearts were pounding, the added shot of adrenaline bred by their narrow escape feeding into their already over-stimulated states.
Zero was peering down carefully down over the edge at the figures blow when Kaname's arms tightened around his waist, pulling him backwards, snugging the ex-human's back against the pureblood's chest and tugging his hips down with a purposeful little jerk.
Zero inhaled sharply, remembering just in time that they needed to be quiet as he felt Kaname's body mold to his again. His head rocked back against the pureblood's shoulder. His arms were tangled up in his shirt, which had slid down to hang from his elbows, but his fingers dug sharply into Kaname's forearms as they wrapped around his waist. He shot the pureblood a hazy, panicked glare, not daring to speak.
What are you doing? They're still down there...
Kaname just smiled darkly and rocked his hips, one hand clamping across Zero's chest, pinning him close, the other sliding purposefully down his lover's stomach until he struck gold. He wasn't about to wait, the danger just made things all the more delicious.
Zero's fingers gripped tighter as his body thrilled intensely, senses now keyed to overload between desire and the fear of discovery. Kuran I may have to kill you... He bit back another moan as he fell into Kaname's rhythm, trying desperately to stay silent as the two of them moved together as swiftly as they dared. It wasn't enough, they both wanted more, but they dared not. It was a delicious, slow kind of torment and Zero felt Kaname's breath coming in small, gasping little sobs against his back, his own was about the same.
The sound of the police below became white noise, hardly registering. Zero held his breath to keep silent and his head swam. Kaname was relentless, stroking, caressing... the ex-human's heels slid and scuffed in silent urgency on the box tops, his back arching against Kaname's chest as he moaned silently, desperately in his throat. Not yet, not yet... Kaname was pushing him towards the brink and Zero didn't think he could stay quiet if that happened.
Kaname could read his distress full well and was obviously enjoying it immensely. Zero scowled heatedly, nearly out of his head with aroused desire. Two could play at this game.
Swiveling around, Zero took some of the control out of his partner's hands. Straddling Kaname's lap as they half sat, half knelt together; Zero raked his fingernails down the pureblood's sides as he rocked firmly against him. Somehow, he knew instinctively that it would excite, not hurt, the pureblood. Kaname sucked in a sharp breath. Even as he did so, Zero's mouth dropped to his neck. Zero bit Kaname, hard.
Kaname almost screamed, his body tensing and jerking, nearly climaxing on the spot. He didn't, but it was very close, on both counts. His head snapped back and he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of Zero's hips.
The sensation of Zero feeding on him as they rocked together was incredible. He felt dizzy, almost weak with pleasure, and yet intensely energized. Kaname's mouth headed for Zero's neck but the ex-human grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked harshly, keeping Kaname's head arched back, away from him as he drank possessively. He obviously wanted to enjoy Kaname's blood without reciprocating at the moment.
Kaname granted him that. With Zero was like this... Kaname would probably have granted him anything. The delightful bit of domination nearly undid the pureblood. His hands caught Zero's dangling shirt, tugging it down behind the ex-human's back so that it slid to bunch around Zero's wrists, pulling the ex-human's hands behind his back. A quick twist tangled Zero's wrists up tightly in the fabric, trapping his hands. Kaname held Zero's wrists bound together tightly at the small of his back. The same grip enabled Kaname to tug Zero's hips down harshly into each deliciously merciless upward thrust of his own, Zero's throbbing body pinned against his stomach, their heaving chests rubbing and clashing together.
The police were gone now, the warehouse their own private little haven once more, but they were only barely aware of the transition. Both vampires had hit the point of no return and time became a rapid, heady blur of painting, perspiration, thudding hearts and straining bodies moving with the raw poetry of dangerous animals in heat.
Zero half growled, half groaned, lathing and biting Kaname's neck harshly while the pureblood reciprocated with his body, hips thrusting with enough powerful swiftness to almost create friction burn.
The flame was too hot now, too intense to sustain for long and pleasure finally had its way, spiraling up with raw, greedy fingers to claw through their bodies, blanking minds and shredding thoughts with the sheer weight of its intensity.
Kaname fell first, body exploding in the white fire of release, but Zero wasn't far behind, pushed over the edge by Kaname's helpless, passionate cries only half muffled against his neck.
Time became a somewhat foggy concept again for a few minutes, or maybe it was only a few heartbeats... Kaname wasn't sure, but the next thing he was truly aware of, he and Zero had collapsed to a tangled sprawl on their bed of boxes, curled together, lungs still heaving as their bodies glowed and throbbed in the aftermath of intense pleasure.
Kaname felt Zero shiver slightly, whether from residual pleasure or the cool air he didn't know, but he instinctively pulled the other closer against his chest, wrapping an arm around him. Kaname didn't want to think too much about what had just happened, what they'd done... what he'd done. Right now he just wanted to linger a moment here, in whatever bizarre version of distorted reality they'd just created, and enjoy the sensations chasing through his body... enjoy the feeling of Zero's breath raggedly brushing his shoulder, the ex-human's pulse pounding beneath the arm wrapped around him. Enjoy this feeling of being so deeply bound to another being.
Kaname had never imagined he would end up in a position like this, but it was far too late to second-guess or feel guilty now. He could feel the bond he shared with Kiriyu almost like a hand wrapped around his spine and his heart, squeezing oddly. He wondered if Zero felt it too... or if this was still just the curse of his pure blood.
Kaname stopped thinking before it gave him a headache and simply nuzzled his head against Zero's neck as his breathing slowed gradually. The dangerous depression from before had disappeared. There was still a small but distinct ache in the back of his chest from the severed bond that he was probably going to have to learn to deal with until perhaps time released him from its burden, but it was manageable. His senses were too full of Zero to feel empty.
Zero lay still in Kaname's embrace. As his body cooled and his head started to clear he felt a deep, sick, sinking feeling in his gut. What had he done? How could he have let this happen? How had it ever ended up going this far? Although the rest of his body was cooling, his face continued to burn even hotter.
Agitated, Zero pulled away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. But he didn't have anywhere to go. As he reached the edge and glanced down he became distinctly aware now of how small their little nest here really was. The broad palate of boxes made a space about as big as a queen sized bed, but shared with a naked pureblood, it felt claustrophobically tiny. There wasn't anywhere to go except straight down. Climbing was out of the question, the yawning gaps between the tiers were too large. They were practically two floors up, and he had no way down but Kaname.
A weird sense of vertigo gripped Zero, brought on as much by his swirling emotions as anything else as he looked down and he tottered slightly. He wasn't really in danger of falling, but Kaname seemed to think he was because the pureblood quickly grabbed him and pulled him back from the edge with a look of alarm. "Zero, are you all right?"
Zero laughed somewhat incredulously. "All right? Sure, I'm just freaking great..." he trailed off, going stony faced and looking away. He wrapped his arms around his middle. "It's freezing," he mumbled.
Kaname frowned, choosing to pretend to believe the excuse, because he didn't want to look too close at the truth, nor examine too deeply why it would hurt. "Then come here, let me warm you..." he murmured cajolingly, drawing the reluctant ex-human back towards him before Zero could protest. He nuzzled and mouthed the other's neck lightly as he wrapped his arms around him, knowing that would inspire a bit of heat to warm him up.
Zero shivered, unintentionally melting at the touch of Kaname's lips on his skin, at the rumble of his voice. Damn... what the hell is wrong with me? He wondered as he actually let Kaname pull him back down to rest against him, Kaname's hand cupping Zero's head to his chest. It was just too hard to fight. It wouldn't do any good. It couldn't erase what they'd done, or undo this weird sense of... of... comfort of all things, that he found lying here like this. His body was tense, but he didn't try to escape again, caught in limbo between wanting to flee and inexplicably wanting to stay. Zero closed his eyes, trying to ignore the warm, inviting sensation of Kaname's chest rising and falling against his cheek.
Kaname chuckled softly after a moment, thinking back to a few minutes ago as his fingers trailed languidly through Zero's hair. "I'm surprised they didn't notice us... you were being so loud..." he ribbed good naturedly.
Zero snorted in derision. "Me? They heard you on the other side of the country," he retorted, falling easily into well established patterns of rivalry, grasping tightly at that thread of normalcy.
Zero finally pushed up to sit again and Kaname released him. The ex-human pulled his rumpled, ruined shirt back up over his shoulders and tugged it closed. After that initial outburst, he was trying to be a lot calmer about this than he felt. He'd be damned if he'd give Kaname the satisfaction of humiliating him any further by playing the blushing virgin in this scenario. Kaname was being casual about this; he damn well could play that game too.
Kaname's gaze trailed Zero as the other sat up, but he remained where he was a few moments longer. He felt contentedly exhausted, motion coming somewhat sluggishly. Zero had probably drained him a lot more than he'd realized, but it was a pleasurable kind of leadenness.
"I wonder what they would have put in their report if they had found us..." Kaname pondered with a wry smirk as he finally pushed up to sit. "Wouldn't the news love that? Suspects in Ichijo break-in caught with their pants down–" Kaname's own shirt hit him in the face, cutting off his droning reporter impersonation. Zero glared, flushed bright pink and looking for something else to throw.
Kaname batted at the shirt, getting slightly tangled in the rips as it slid off his head. The look on Zero's face was priceless and he cracked up despite himself. It was a rare enough sight to make Zero stare. Kaname laughed so rarely, but everything had been so tense, for so long, and dredging up all that old hurt over his parents on top of it... it felt like something had to give. Now, with the crazy jumble of endorphins and adrenaline still in his system, after finding this beautiful, absurd release with the least likely person in the world, Kaname was inclined to let himself go and find a bit of amusing irony in life, if only for a few minutes. "Suspects arouse suspicion..." he tried another one, grinning devilishly at Zero.
Zero tried to punch him. Kaname dodged but fell backward, mostly because he was laughing. Despite himself, Zero laughed too. It eased the intense awkwardness he was feeling and released a little of the pressure in his gut. What the hell. Life was unexpected and stupid. Sometimes, you had to laugh so you didn't cry. Laughing certainly felt better. Like denial. Like trying to pretend that none of this had happened.
"Kaname, you're an idiot and I think you're losing your mind," Zero muttered ruefully through his laughter, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. "Unless there's any other insanely powerful vampires you need to kill tonight, can we please get the hell out of here now?"