Warnings: yaoi m/m relationship – don't like, don't read

Disclaimer: Vampire Knight and its characters belong to Hino Matsuri

Authors Note: I've been kind of into vampire knight fictions, so I decided to write one with the paring KxZ because Zero is just so cute when he's slowly made into submission by Kaname. Oh yes, I think I need to apologize for my poor English…

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- Chapter 1 -

It's true that I like to sleep in – waking up for classes after night patrols with Yuuki is always the worst. But today was not a school day for me, as I was away on this apparently easy mission. I could see the sun already setting down – this is really late. Now I'm acting like one of those bloodsuckers that I hate so much – sleeping thru the day, awake at night. Great. Just great.

Now wait a minute. Where the hell am I? This is definitely not the hotel room I checked in yesterday. It's way too large and luxurious, not to mention unfamiliar. What on earth happened last night?

I sit up slowly as I feel a headache building in my head, ready to explode in full any minute. I whish at the pain in my back, or rather to say my ass. Did I fall hard on it last night? No. This dull pain indicates something else. Shit. Don't tell me I let myself get fucked by some idiot I don't even know!

Panic starting to build up in me as I sense the sheets beside me shifting. Holding back my breath as I peek from the corner of one eye on the moving figure beside me, I clearly see now first the brown hair amongst the whiteness, and than that oh-so-familiar face. Please someone just kill me. This has to be a nightmare.

I move fast – without much of a thinking so to say – as those deep brown eyes start to open. His eyes fully opened now, locked with my lavender ones, as I'm looking down on him, sitting on his waist, my hands on his throat threatening to tighten any moment.

"Good morning, Kiryu."

"Kuran," anger filling my eyes – I'm sure of that.

"Say Kiryu," his voice's a quite whisper passing by my ears. And what's that? A smile? He has got to be kidding me. I can almost say that the smile now sitting on his lips is a sweet one, like the ones he is always giving Yuuki. I was so occupied with it, that I didn't sense his hands slowly moving, until both of them were firmly placed on my ass.

"Isn't this part of your body stiff?" he then squeezed it lightly, and I could feel my cheeks heat up from that light touch. And then it hit me hard. Oh my god. I don't know how I could not notice it sooner – I was stark naked, not even my underwear on. And to top it all, I was sitting on Kuran, probability of him being naked very high.

Looking quickly down, I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding in, as I saw the white sheet covering my manly part. Thank god I didn't have to feel so fully open. I must have relaxed a little, as I moved my hands down from his throat to rest on his shoulders. Bad move.

My hunter instincts didn't kick in too fast, as my mind didn't consider it possible for Kuran to move. And he did move – using the moment I wasn't paying attention. In spite of a second – with the help of his vampire speed of course – our position was now reversed. I was the one lying on the big comfortable bed, while he was pining me down with his body's weight, my hands secured over my head – not to forget to mention that he was lying between my parted legs, as they were previously on either sides of his hips. I was glad for the sheet, but to say the truth, it wasn't helping much.

"Now this is much better," there it is again. That smile starts to freak me out. But, I must admit, he looks hot like this – the rays from the setting sun shining on his handsome face with that dark hair curling around it. Now I get why everyone is head over heels for him. "I enjoy being the dominant one."

"What the fuck Kuran. Get off of me you freaking blood sucker!" I start to panic. I didn't like this position, or the strange glitter in his eyes. Of course I don't like it – and thinking about what might happened… no, what definitely happened last night, even if I didn't kind of remembered it, I have all the right for my building panic.

"Now that you mention it, I'm definitely up to some blood." What did he just say? Like hell I would let him drink my blood. But there's no way I can hinder him in it, as he is holding me down, not giving me the opportunity to protest.

"And your is just so sweet," as he whispers in my ear, a wave of disgust mixed with pleasure runs down my whole body. I let a moan escape my lips as I feel his fangs pierce my skin, than sinking in deeply but slow, sending another wave of pleasure down my body. Another moan tried to leave me as he slowly stared to drink my blood, but I bit down on my lips not to make him hear it.

My eyes wandered to his exposed neck, so seductive for my building thirst. Without much more thinking, I sunk my own fangs in that delicious neck, piercing his skin hard, wanting to bring him pain rather than pleasure – I draw in large gulps. After a while I registered him drawing out of me, his tongue licking over the two small spots, cleaning up every last of my blood. I mimic his actions, licking every little drop of that delicate blood off of his neck.

Both of us are breathing heavily when our eyes meet again, lust reflecting thru the chocolate orbs looking down on me – and I am the same – that I am sure of. My eyes immediately shot to those unbelievable lips, so close to mine now – I could feel his breath tickling me.

Then, just as if he was reading my mind, he closed the distance – our lips meeting. First just a light touch, soon replaced with a passionate battle for dominance. I registered his hands on both sides of my face, holding it in place – does he think I would resist? Well Kuran, I won't. And that is pissing me even more.

Wait. If his hands are there, than that means mine are free. Why didn't I register it sooner? I bring my hands down in his hair – playing with it and pulling him even closer. My mind slightly registered the knocking on the door, and then that voice calling out his name. Shit. That annoying bastard had just ruined my fun. Great – what the hell am I thinking? Have I really gone insane? I moaned in protest when those lips parted from mine.

"I hope it's something important Ichijou, for interrupting my fun." Your fun? Fuck you Kuran. I buried my face in my hands, feeling hot all over. Ah, what the hell got over me? I'm supposed to hate them, aren't I?

I push him of now, when he isn't paying much of an attention, my hand holding the sheet secured around my waist as I run to the open door by the bed, closing it behind me. Letting my body slide to the ground, thankful for the cold the bathroom floor and wall is providing, calming my mind and body.

This is insane. Have I really just made out with a vampire? And with Kuran not to mention, the one I hate the most? This sucks. I stand up when I feel my feet's are able to support me, walking to the washstand near me. Looking in the mirror, I feel like puking at the image reflecting back at me.

My hand reaching out to the right side of my neck, right where he bit me – I want to dig my nails thru my skin, scratching hard at it just to get out his smell. There's something building in my stomach and I lower myself over the washstand and puke out everything – bad taste staying in my mouth afterwards. It's familiar, and kind of disgusting – even bitter so to say. Wiping my lips with the backside of my hand, I open my eyes to see red everywhere – in the washstand and at the back on my hand. My eyes register what it is – blood.

"What the hell…" my hand's not strong enough to support my weight as my mind looses consciousness and my body falls hard on the cold floor.

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TBC? You decide – so, hands up who wants more…