A/N: Here is a three-part story from my new favorite fandom, Vampire Knight. It's shonen-ai (mostly Zero fantasizing) and this chapter was inspired by too many hours of watching youtube AMVs and listening to t.A.T.u.'s music. The second and third chapters were inspired by my beta, YuuriCullen, and the reviewers' responses. I hope you enjoy...

~;~In My Dreams~;~

~Part One~

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"Kaname...?" I breathed in his name slowly, shakily – savoring the way the syllables fell from my tongue, through my breath, and gently onto the tender skin of his neck. He chuckled nearly as soft as my breath at the hesitant question in my quivering voice. Then he hugged me closer, egging me on with silent enthusiasm, and though he said not a word I understood him completely. "Go on, Zero..." his actions seemed to say, "Take it. I know you want to." He was intoxicating.

"Ahh..." I sighed; I did not give in, though. My fangs were throbbing so much I was starting to feel dizzy and light-headed, but I refused to take from him unless I was given direct permission. It was an honor-sort-of-thing. If I gave into temptation, it would make me come off as needy or weak, and I couldn't have that. His opinion of me mattered more than that.

"Stop torturing yourself," he said, his low tenor as smooth and rich as espresso, and I could just hear the smile in his voice. "You know masochism doesn't turn me on..."

This time I groaned into his neck. His delicate-but-firm hands snaked their way underneath my uniform jacket to zigzag up and down my chest. My body became a raging river at his touch, and suddenly I couldn't stop shaking. He was trying to force me into taking from him...bastard. Or maybe he just wanted me to beg...

"Kaname, please..." I murmured. Something unstoppable was awakening inside of me. If he continued like this, he really would prove me weak. (But I was not weak!) The delicious aroma that always surrounded him when he came to me on nights like these was already impossible to ignore. Up this close... No. I wouldn't last much longer at this rate. "May I...?" I pleaded. "You know I need it..." I mentally told myself I was faking it when I begged those words, but somehow I knew I was lying. My voracious appetite was proof enough, actually.

I felt him nod against me, twice. His hands stopped caressing my chest and appeared at the back of my head. A twinge of pain shot through my senses as he gripped a fist full of my silver hair and pushed my face farther into the crook of his neck. Nearly a direct command.

His pulse sounded so loud up that close... Like the vast, steady thrum of a timpani, his blood invaded my senses so much that I didn't realize when I fell fang-deep into his vein and started sucking his royal blood like a ravenous animal. It wasn't just that the tablets weren't enough; it wasn't only because he tempted fate by allowing me this privilege; it wasn't just lust, or intrigue; and it certainly wasn't bare necessity since Yuuki offered her blood to me, too. Instead, it was a combination of all these things that caused my recklessness and total abandon of self-control. It was all of those reasons, plus the familiar comfort of being able to let down my guard when he held me.

I felt his body grow tense, and I knew that I was nearing the limit of blood I am allotted each month. My eyes flew open and I released him with a shallow gasp. Kaname's breathing had grown quicker than usual, but it was nothing extreme or out of the ordinary. Overall he was fine. He also released the tight grip he'd held on my hair and pushed me back from him. Our eyes met and locked; we stared at each other. Time was suspended for a while until he spoke.

"You did better than last month," he commented, tilting his head coquettishly.

"Shut up," I said, my eyes narrowing a bit. Stupid pureblood was making fun of me...

"That was a compliment, Zero. You were...enticing. As usual."

"Uh, thanks."

Kaname nodded his welcome. "Are you satiated enough until next time?"

No, my mind argued instantly. I've been teased. I still want your warm scent all over me; I crave for your skin to create amazing friction against mine; bastard, don't you dare go yet! I want you Kaname! You, damnit! But of course I didn't tell him this. I nodded dumbly and watched his amused, smiling face turn away from me, gracefully towards the windowsill.

"Good night, then, Zero."

Any sleep I got that night was filled with dreams of coffee-colored hair, burning hazel eyes, and the sweet sounds of a passion that I was beginning to realize would only ever exist there – in my dreams.

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A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated. =)