Chapter 1 - Bath Time

Kaname barely repressed a snarl of anger, which, if he felt like being perfectly honest with himself was more akin to a groan of misery when he heard the door to his rooms open.

In fact, he was so caught up in bemoaning useless minions who prevailed upon his every waking moment with the most trivial of business that were just so urgent that they had to see the great Kuran-sama immediately, that it took him a moment to realise something outrageous enough to shock him into full attention.

His unwelcome visitor had not knocked.

To anyone else this might be an irritation at best – cause for a frown and a mild rebuke. A cluck of the tongue or some such thing.

But.

Kaname wasn't anyone else – he was a Pureblooded Vampire and to intrude upon his privacy like this was suicidal at best. Only a desperate vampire would have attempted it…

…Even if Kaname did have his aura fully shadowed and had had it so since his driver crossed the bridge onto the Academy Island, and made him take the service roads so that his return to the Academy would be fully concealed entirely to avoid these sorts of interruptions.

Honestly. Was it too much to ask? An hour of peace to have a gloriously hot and fragrant bubble bath, with nothing requiring his concentration but the decision of which shampoo to use?

Clearly, it was indeed too much to ask.

Oh they were so going to pay.

Not that Kaname was getting out of the bath for anything. He'd gone to too much effort to earn this bath, it's intoxicating warmth, and it's soothing embrace to so easily give it up.

And yet… only a desperate vampire…

He breathed an exceptionally quiet sigh of resignation and focused his hearing on the intruder – better to have some idea of why there were here before giving them the fright of their life – completely deserved or not – by revealing his presence and making them a bundle of trembling apologies for the following half an hour. At least that way he'd know if it was actually urgent, or if he could amuse himself by listening to said apologies before dealing with whatever it was.

"Ah!"

Kaname half rose from the steaming water, determination forgotten at the sheer emotion in that voice. Alarming. What could possibly have gone wrong in one morning?

And yes – it was an irritatingly bright and sunny morning. Kaname was sacrificing even sleep for this bath! And now he wouldn't get even three minutes of it!

"This is Kaname-sama's beautiful sofa! Oh it still smells like him! So beautifully beautifully perfect. Hmmmm oh that's good."

Kaname slumped back into the hot water, banging his head on the edge of the tub for the sake of his sanity.

That was definitely Aidou's voice, in full Fanboy mode and clearly unaware of Kaname's own return.

Did he sneak into his rooms just to smell his chair? Only Aidou.

Anger stewed at the blatant disrespect – just how many times did Aidou do this. Surely not often, Kaname would have scented Aidou's presence even if it were several days old, but often enough for Aidou to have no shame or fear apparently.

Then his anger was replaced by mirthful relief.

There was no disaster requiring his attention or presence. He could still have his bath, indeed, it would shortly become that much more enjoyable.

Aidou needed a punishment after all.

"Oh, Kaname-sama's bed!" A slight shuffle gave away the fact that Aidou was caressing the sheets.

"His wardrobe! The clothes that have touched his glorious skin!"

"The mirror! Surely it had seen Him," there was no mistaking the capital letter in Aidou's voice, "sleepily ruffled, all fuzzy and cute and perhaps," giggle, "naked," Aidou said in such a horrified-to-have-spoken-aloud-but-couldn't-resist tone of voice that Kaname couldn't help but smirk viciously from the privacy of the ensuite.

He was more than willing to let Aidou dig himself deeper into his grave with every damning word.

"Kaname-sama," came a moan of worshipful rapture.

What Aidou was thinking about – he didn't want to know. Unfortunately, his mind was sharp enough to picture it all too accurately.

Next came a guilty rustle of fabric. A soft creak of springs. The scratch of silk.

"Oh please Kaname-sama, don't tease me! I'll do anything you want! Oh not there! Mmmm yes, Kaname-sama, harder!"

Well. That certainly needed no explanation.

Kaname unleashed his aura. It was all the more domineering for having been restrained for so long. Aidou could not fail to notice the heavy pulsing of power no matter what state he was in. Nor he could he be deaf to the dark laughter emanating from the bathroom.

"Aidou," Kaname called quietly, injecting his entire wrath into a faux-pleasant word. "Come here. Now."

Aidou whimpered. "Oh god."

"I rather doubt god can do anything for you right now," Kaname mused cheerfully, "wouldn't you agree?"

Miserably, Aidou approached the door after a quick rearrangement of his clothes; Dejection visible in every aspect of his demeanour. He brightened upon the discovery that it was his Hero's bathroom he was entering – shortly followed by being stunned upon discovery of Kaname's state of undress ( no matter how many bubbles Kaname had indulged in) and downright panicked at the weight of Kaname's displeasure.

"K-k-kaname-me – sama," Aidou stuttered in a confused mixture of embarrassment, fear and lust, "It, erm, wasn't what it sounded like?" he tried hopefully, eyes oscillating between being demurely cast to the side and avid fixation on the water, clearly willing it to part with all his might.

"It wasn't what it sounded like?" Kaname repeated mockingly, his disbelief dripping from every syllable as he relaxed.

"It sounded like you entered my rooms without permission, fantasied over my chair, my bed, my clothes and my mirror before masturbating on my bed." Kaname contemplated aloud, absently willing the hot water tap on with a glance.

He turned a sharp eye to his wayward subordinate.

"If it was not what it sounded like, Aidou. Would you care to enlighten me?"

Aidou was silent.

"And this is hardly the first time you've entered my rooms like this is it?" Kaname asked rhetorically – no need to let Aidou know this was anything new to him. No, Kaname must have known all along and kept quiet for reasons of his own.

"No, Lord." Aidou admittedly quietly.

"Your punishment this time will be quite severe, don't you think?" Kaname resisted a smirk at Aidou's resigned submission.

"Yes, Lord."

Kaname shifted in the bath. Amusingly, Aidou's eyes followed the movement – shamelessly trying to glimpse a peek of forbidden skin.

Kaname raised a leg, propping his foot on the opposite edge of the tub. "Give me a foot massage," he ordered plainly.

Aidou started. A delicate blush blooming over porcelain skin. Clearly this wasn't the type of punishment he was expecting. Surprise didn't make him hesitate however, with a pleased, almost dreamy, smile despite his pallor; he walked to the end of the tub and perched on the side cabinet, reaching for the offered foot before hesitating at last.

He glanced into Kaname's blood-red eyes.

"May I have permission to touch you, Lord?" he asked quietly, keeping to perfect etiquette for once.

Kaname didn't hide his smirk this time. "You're asking permission Aidou? How novel." Then he leant his head back on the towel and closed his eyes. It was far too late for Aidou to try the niceties now.

"You may," the pureblood allowed graciously after a moment's uneasy silence.

Aidou needed no further encouragement to touch the skin he'd been obsessing over for years.

His cerulean blue eyes watched avidly as steam curled off that flawless skin, water pearling and dripping from the line of his perfectly formed flesh. Then he was touching, drawing Kaname onto his lap so that he could obey his orders.

Kaname's skin was soft – softer than Aidou's own and with far less effort invested, Aidou didn't doubt.

He caressed the skin with the base of his thumbs, gently kneading the heel of Kaname's foot, easing the tense muscles and massaging the arch with all the skill he possessed. After several minutes of dedicated, sensual, work he was getting a little too warm. He had already stirred himself up from his earlier ill-advised activities, now Kaname was technically naked in front of him – even if he couldn't see anything yet – it was hard to stay focused.

The steam from Kaname's bath heated the room and his own eyes couldn't resist peaking at the leg that followed the foot back into the opaque water that was slowly clearing as the bubbles faded. He was already in trouble after all; he might as well feast his eyes no matter how much the sight made his trousers become uncomfortably tight.

But he just couldn't help it. The touch of Kaname's skin, the scent of his holy blood flushing with the heat, well – it was having an effect. An effect that Kaname could not fail to notice with his foot placed as it was.

One twitch and Kaname-sama discovered his shame.

He dropped his eyes to the foot on his lap, kept focused on his work, but he flushed to the tips of his ears as Kaname's rich laughter enveloped him.

Kaname-sama was not a merciful pureblood. As soon as he felt Aidou's hard flesh, he was digging his foot into it to the point of pain. Aidou groaned but didn't move away or into it, he panted a few harsh breaths to stay in control but it wasn't helping.

Desperately, he focused on the massage. He could not afford to react that much. If he dug his grave any deeper, he'd reach Brazil.

After several painfully good minutes, which Aidou would relish for the rest of his life, Kaname-sama appeared to grow bored of his game and switched foot. Taking the first away and sliding it back into the steaming water, shifting the bubbles just enough for Aidou to memorise the glimpse of strong thigh. He swallowed hard, shivering with desire.

Then Kaname thrust his other foot, obscenely hot and dripping with moisture, right into Aidou's lap.

Aidou moaned over the contact, neck arching futilely backwards as he tried to recover without moving his hips.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

Oh but Kaname was in fine form today. With the hot water burning his desire, Aidou obeyed; caressing his Lord's skin with pained delight. Kaname had never touched him there before. Perhaps, perhaps, today would not turn out so miserable after all.

Bored, now that Aidou had resisted the urge to hump his foot, Kaname pondered how else to torment his subject.

He pulled his foot away, sinking it into hot fragrant water once more, his eyes closed with the simple pleasure of hot water, and when he realised how uncomfortable the silence was making Aidou – he could hear the other vampire shift about – he kept them closed, breathing in carefully, letting the silence stretch.

Aidou was aroused, that was unmistakable. No doubt his fanboyishness would only get worse after this episode.

After ten minutes of utter silence, Kaname spoke.

"Strip."

He cracked one eye open to savour the sight before him; Aidou was flushed from the heat and embarrassment, his eyes dilated, his mouth open from shock and the hint of pearly fangs that Kaname had never seen before – if Aidou had ever bared his fangs at Kaname, Kaname would have shattered every bone in his body.

It was a sinful view, and Kaname liked it, surprising himself. He adored teasing Aidou, but he'd never been attracted to him before.

It wasn't in his nature to deny himself pleasure.

"Of course," Aidou replied hesitantly as the lack of further orders revealed that yes, he really had just been ordered to undress. Eagerly, he stripped off, folding his clothes on the cabinet behind him. He wasn't stupid enough to take his eyes off of Kaname though.

Kaname was watching him.

He almost hesitated as his hands fell to his underclothes, but an order was an order, and he was very ah, excited, to see where this was going.

Naked, he sat back down on the cabinet, aware that it put his waist at Kaname's eye level – and very aware that Kaname was actually looking.

"Use the blue bottle in that cabinet to prepare yourself, Aidou."

"Prepare myself for what, Kaname-sama?" Aidou asked, even as he crouched to open the doors and rummage. He really wished that he hadn't asked the moment he saw the only blue bottle in there; Waterproof lube.

Oh.

Erm.

Really?

"Yes, Aidou, really."

Oh stars. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. What Kaname-sama must think of him… it was embarrassing enough having to slick a finger in full view of his Lord and reach behind himself to work it in. He couldn't even look at his Lord as he obeyed. Even though Kaname was definitely watching him, it was just too… awkward.

Were they really going to do it?

His mind seemed to have reverted to a teenager. Great.

"Obviously."

Aidou winced. "I didn't mean to say that out loud either." He said, staring at the wall. How humiliating. . But… sex with Kaname! How could he still be nervous when he was finally getting what he had wanted ever since he'd discovered hormones?

"I thought you were angry with me," Aidou said when the silence became so quiet that the sounds of him slicking himself became obscenely loud.

"Oh I am," Kaname assured him cheerfully – which really wasn't actually reassuring, "You are going to be punished. Thoroughly. Two fingers are enough, I think. Get in the bath, hands and knees."

Kaname watched Aidou wince – two fingers really wouldn't be enough and they both knew it – but he pulled them out and submitted anyway, impatiently climbing into the water – hissing as the heat went everywhere before settling into position.

Kaname made him wait for twenty minutes, amusing himself with the way Aidou's tension ratcheted up with every passing second where Kaname didn't tear him open.

Eventually, Kaname had had enough of playing.

He rose from the water like Poseidon of old, steam curling tauntingly off his body, and gripped Aidou's hips, holding firmly as Aidou flinched away.

"Scared?" Kaname murmured wondering if he cared enough to force it should Aidou say yes.

"No, Kaname-sama please just do it. Put it in already."

"Did you just give me an order, Aidou?" Kaname asked, amused, lining himself up until Aidou could feel him against him, and worrying at his neck with his own aroused fangs. Hmmm. Aidou's blood-scent was ice and lavender. Could be pleasant, but then Aidou would always craved being bitten again, and again and again…

Kaname licked Aidou's neck just to feel him tremble beneath him.

Then he pulled his hips back and thrust inside. Mmm. Two fingers made Aidou deliciously tight and hot and slick and oh yes, Kaname could get used to this.

"Argh!" Aidou moaned, breath forced out of him with Kaname's stroke, he clung to the side of the tub as Kaname withdrew, plunging inside again the next instant. That hurt. The tongue was back at his neck again and it was extremely good at befuddling his brain… if Kaname just bit down everything would be glorious… he tilted his head to give his Lord maximum access to the patch of skin he was worrying away at. Each swipe of that hot muscle, echoed by the one further down, felt incredible.

If this was a punishment…

Then Kaname really began to thrust. The water was kept inside the tub only by an act of will as Kaname carved his way into Aidou's body with every blow, forcing the path open and leaving a line of fire into his core when he pulled out.

Aidou bit into a towel to keep from screaming, fangs burrowing into the fabric mimicking the relish of biting flesh. He could smell his own blood in the air from where Kaname had torn him.

It still hurt… but the heat, the press of Kaname's skin on his, the knowledge that they were finally having sex, the scent of Kaname all around him… it was everything he'd pleaded for.

"Kaname-sama, please, I'm going to-

"No you're not," Kaname murmured, biting Aidou's earlobe. "If you come before me I'll skin you alive."

It was not an idle threat, and Aidou knew it, not that it helped when Kaname thrust just like that and –

Aidou bit his own lip all the way through. He would not. He must not.

He focused on the ache in his knees, his experiments, how painful being skinned would be.

His prostrate took a thorough beating for the next thirty minutes and Aidou begged Kaname for more like he was being paid for it.

The backs of his thighs were black with bruises, his knees were a wreck, and Aidou was only saved from drowning by the grip he had on the towel with his fangs, his arms long since having given up the ghost at trying to hold against Kaname's barrage of bliss.

"Kaname-sama, please. I- eugh – mmm- goin'- drown, oh god."

"I don't care if you drown Aidou," Kaname hummed – not breathless in the slightest. Damn him. "You'd survive long enough for me to finish. Now move your hips."

The full body muscle ache was so bad that Aidou couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure he felt as he unquestioningly thrust backwards to fuck himself on Kaname. Whatever it was, it was taking the last of his reserves.

Slap.

Aidou choked on a mouthful of suds. Kaname-sama had…he really had slapped him.

"Oh that's better," Kaname groaned softly. "So much tighter."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Aidou whimpered in desperation, nearly concussing himself against the tub as he lost the rhythm and couldn't brace against Kaname's plunging in time.

Then Kaname's pace faltered, his thrusts frantic as Aidou's insides were rearranged for his pleasure. Kaname moaned and held Aidou possessively tight for long moments as he filled him with his seed.

Aidou sank into the still boiling water the second Kaname let go and withdrew negligently from Aidou's body. He would have happily drowned except that Kaname dragged him in to lean against his body.

Aidou's own orgasm was out of sheer self-preservation. The second he felt the drag of Kaname's cock leaving him, he burst like a volcano. No more. He couldn't survive one more second of this agonisingly good sex.

Aidou lay exhausted and pliant against Kaname's chest, barely registering the trail of Kaname's fingers up and down his body, the cup of a possessive hand around his oversensitive organ.

Until he heard words he'd never before thought would cause him utmost dread.

"When can you go again?"