Blood Lust of Beasts Chapter 1
Pairings: Kuran Kaname/Kiryu Zero
Characters: Kiryu Zero, Kuran Kaname
It all came down to this moment, this moment in time where they were suspended in a vortex, isolated, and lost.
He never expected this, never expected things to spiral so strangely.
The damp chill drifting from the bricks seeped through his limbs, humidity clung in the air, uncomfortably spreading across the length of his trousers. Zero ripped his shirt when the first urge appeared, in a vain attempt to claw at his chest – long gashes adorned pale skin – not healing, no. There was no blood. He was starving.
The cell was well hidden in the depths of the academy, and they aired it as much as possible (Cross had explained morosely), yet a mouldy, stale smell of something that he knew died in this very cell hung thickly.
His vision was fuzzy at best, atrocious at worst, at some point he thought the shadows came to life. The mad frenzy within flared again.
His heart stuttered. There was a scent in the air, sandalwood and pine and chocolate; dark, inviting and terribly tempting. His insides squeezed around nothing. Zero screamed in hopes of relieving the worst of it, for if he could not do it through the tangible, the intangible would do. For a second, he thought of Yuki, but she would have no business here or access, her scent was syrupy, cloying on the tip of the tongue, so unlike this dark mixture.
The footsteps, light and calculated, drifted in the near periphery, close but distant. Zero’s inner voice screamed and ravaged, a hunger and anger so deep it threatened to drown him until he was only a creature chained in the basement, nothing human left of him anymore.
That man, he could recognize him. Always.
The second bane of his existence. The man he hates most, more than cruel, cold, terrible Shizuka, the woman who stole away his life and family.
Zero stared at the wall blankly, rather that than the pureblood’s cold visage, he thought. Kuran stepped closer, his voice muffled, only distorted consonants reaching Zero; he was too far under the thrall of insanity. A word made it through…Yuki. Ah, that name. Why was it Yuki repeatedly? What could be so special about that clumsy airheaded girl? Even now, on death’s doorstep the world still revolved around that dammed name. Zero gritted his teeth, biting the inside of his mouth. The pureblood would tire and Zero could go back to his misery, alone, and all would be well with the world again.
“Your consciousness is still intact, how strange.”
Kuran loomed over him, apathetic voice clearer, wavy hair a curtain hiding the twist in the corner of his mouth he no doubt had in place.
Zero had no choice. He acknowledged the vampire, who crouched down on one knee, intruding past personal boundaries even a highly sociable person would cringe from. Suddenly, a scent so sweet and tantalizing shrouded the fuzziness in his eyes entirely to pitch darkness. Zero never felt subject to anything so enthralling, richly deep but flowery light. Saliva filled his mouth. He leaned in. His fingers touched cold skin and Zero snapped back, slapping the bleeding hand with the shredded remains of his power.
“Interesting, to refuse the very thing you crave.”
Zero bit his lip raw, the pain like a splash of water clearing his mind. He pushed back, for once not resenting the chilliness. That detestable voice! Had he died and faced his eternal punishment in the terrible form of Kuran Kaname? Damn him and his kind.
Kuran snatched the edge of his open shirt pulling Zero up until the back of his head hit the wall none too gently. He winced, scowling at that stupidly impassive face.
“My blood will save you,” Kuran hissed.
A wheezy pathetic gasp bounced off the walls, his to own. Zero bit his lip. He twisted his head to the side refusing to meet the pureblood’s eyes. It was in vain, a large hand clasped over his chin turning his face back. Zero glared. Kuran crowded his space, cold air brushed Zero’s lips.
“I’m not doing this for you,” he said softly.
Of course, Zero couldn’t not have known he would only offer his precious blood for the sake of his precious Yuki. God-forbid she missed her favourite pet, he thought bitterly.
Kuran took the opportunity Zero’s distraction offered, his hand curled around Zero’s nape pulling his limp body to a cold, heartless chest and pressing his head into the hallow of Koran’s own throat. Zero stared blankly at the expanse of pale skin. Was it marble hard or as inviting as it looked?
“Do it.” Kuran mercilessly commanded.
Zero flinched. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t dream of breaking that line – Zero only ever thought of that kind of intimacy in the dark recess of his mind, the depths not privy to another soul. To do…to bite Kuran and take his blood would be insane because then Zero’s defence, his only defence, would be obliterated. He couldn’t possibly look at the vampire and spin the same story knowing….
But it called to him. The blood called to him. For a second, Zero forgot the cruel words and the chill that clung to his clothes, he forgot the terrible ache in his body, solely tempted by that beautiful concoction.
A taste. He would only have a taste.
Zero squeezed his eyes, dived down and sunk his fangs into smooth skin. The first sip sent tingling webs down his spine, the taste a heady, sweet, tangy something that made his toes curl and his back arch, obscene moans echoed, Zero scrambled to find a good hold on too broad shoulders, hands tightening in Kuran’s shirt, his legs trembling. His body slackened, Kaname wrapped an arm around his waist, the only anchor keeping him afloat. Heat nestled in his bones, creeping low in his gut.
Zero lost his grip, flopping against the stone wall with as much grace as a twittering bird twirled in dizzying circles. Kuran hissed, rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath. He stood, offering Zero his hand.
If he could barely stand upright while kneeling, did the stuck-up vampire think Zero would do much better on his feet?
Kuran Kaname defied the natural order of all sorts of things, as expected.
He gripped Zero’s arm hauling his weak body up. Promptly, his knees gave in, his body lurched forward, Kuran caught him around the waist pushing him back until he hit the wall, he pressed their bodies intimately close, to keep Zero in place.
Of course, Zero scoffed, weakly batting at the vampire’s chest to get him away but Kuran easily took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head. A sudden jolt of electricity passed over his back – if he had been human, Zero was sure to have broken into a cold sweat by now. He turned his head to the side. Kuran leaned in, speaking directly in his ear, with a low voice that felt strangely inappropriate considering their positions. Zero wandered what lovely Yuki would think of this if she were to walk in? How ghastly shocked she would be?
One of those little sounds left him again - he was out of breath, there was no other reason. Zero was hesitant to dive back into the hazy pleasure that was brought by the pureblood’s blood…a sip should have been enough to abate his descent, for now. Should he really risk…
But Kuran was so close and lovely scarlet droplets trailed down, the punctures healed – he could not resist it. Zero licked tentatively, following their path until the collar of Kuran’s well pressed dress shirt became an obstacle. He hissed, struggled to free an arm to tug the material aside. Kuran tensed. Zero could feel it. He hummed resting his lips there contemplating whether it was worth listening to the protesting inner voice of his that sounded a terribly lot like Cross having a one-sided screaming match with an imaginary slouching Zero happily napping.
“Remember, this is for Yuki.”
Zero might have bitten into him a little more aggressively than intended then, warm chocolate filled his mouth, filled his being, blood trailed down his chin and throat. Zero lost sight of all things except the fullness in his belly and the fire that surged deeply within, licking upwards from his toes to his legs to his gut. Zero pressed closer to the vampire, a broken gasp escaped his lips as he released his fangs instantly. However, the fire had been started and nothing could douse it. Zero sought the comfort of the wall again. He had expected the vampire to be cold as all others were; Kuran Kaname defied that too. His skin was blisteringly hot and where his hands cupped Zero’s chin imprints were left.
Something was very wrong.
Zero’s breath came in short bursts – he could barely take in air. He was choking. He shouldn’t. He was a vampire.
Kuran murmured something into his hair, somehow, he had pressed in yet again in the span of seconds until they were pressed flush together from their chests to their hips. Zero’s hands fisted his blazer. Wait. When had Zero wrapped his hands around the vampire’s middle?
Brown locks blurred his eyesight. Zero chased after an errant drop of blood, it made his skin itch. He blinked and mahogany eyes were right there, their irises dilated until almost all the brown was taken over by black. Zero flinched. There was nowhere else to go. He was boxed in from all aspects, pinned in place like a butterfly on display. For all accounts, he should be in a frenzy to get the vampire away. Instead, Zero was loathe to lose the warmth.
And then there were soft lips, slowly opening his up, teasing at his core, Zero melted into the feeling, hands wildly trying to find purchase on anything.
Rough hands wrapped around his thighs, the grip just shy of painful, until he was up and up, his legs parted for the vampire to slot in perfectly and they curled around Kuran’s waist seamlessly. Zero’s hands slipped under the confining dress shirt, exploring taut muscles that shifted under his touch.
Their lips parted. Zero’s filled the room with soft moans; Kuran’s peppered a trail of blistering kisses over his jaw, down his throat, until he found a pulsing vein. His teeth played with the skin, no doubt leaving hickey upon hickey on Zero’s pale skin. Zero’s toes curled at the hint of fangs grazing –
The vampire hummed, only raising his head at Zero’s insistent tugging on his hair. He looked up, his now deeply red eyes dazed, an unseeing film covering them.
Zero called out to him again.
Slowly, awareness returned to the pureblood. He blinked once, twice, and the red irises were supressed.
Confusion clouded his face; horror struck him too. He dropped Zero like he was coal from the hearth, dashing across the cell and pressing his back to the opposite wall. Zero fell abruptly, his head banging against the stone.
“Fucking hell, can you be any rougher?”
They exchanged wary glances.
Zero mulled over his words, there had to be a way to salvage the situation. The vampire flashed away, leaving him to stare blankly at the wall. A sour taste invaded his mouth, a bitter laugh echoed in his ears.
