Disclaimer: I do not own the sexiness of Kaname Kuran or Zero Kiryu. I wish I did.

Summary: "Unbutton your shirt, Zero."

A/N: I wanted to try another male/male pairing so here it is. It starts slow, but it will gain interest, hopefully. Review and Enjoy!

Cut My Wings

By: Ixion of Moonlight

Chapter I: Beginning

"Unbutton your shirt, Zero. You've been reckless letting it go so long."

"Shut up Kuran." Kaname tugged on his gray strands fiercely, nearly dragging him towards the pureblood. His gaze was piercing red and caused Zero to burn up all along the planes of his body. Angles from his eyes were distorted as Zero caught the stimulating view of pale skin stretching over his enemies' neck. Itching to rest his palm against the flesh (in an odd moment of…closeness), he resisted. God, what was this aching desire? Shuddering as Kaname swiftly uncovered his chest with silk fingers, he wanted to struggle. He wanted to pull away, but he was a moth to the flame. That burning flame…

Lips dragged in whispering paths over his chest and pressed at the overly sensitive skin of his abdomen. Gasping, Zero clamped strong hands around Kaname's wrists.

"You don't have to fuckin' seduce me, just let me drink you dry," his voice was huskier than normal, vibrating through the other's chest breathing harshly next to his. Eyes narrowed, they were too far gone but any regret was washed far away as Kaname slid off his own white constraints, fluttering to the cold, cold floor. Mouth dry, heat spread through Zero's spine as the temptation to touch the pureblood's muscular form licked his lips with hesitation. Kaname was still, almost welcoming, gentle red eyes beckoning.

Encompassing the thin frame with his warming body, Zero crushed his arms around a rippling back. Cushioning his face in the cradle of Kaname's naked shoulder, he breathed so deeply he felt as if his lungs would burst. Everything about the pureblood whispered of temptation, and his resistance was fading into the tortured gasps he tried to ignore as he gripped his devious savior and inviting neck tilted to the side. Teeth bared and glittering, he latched onto the strong pulse now fluttering under his lips. Kaname raised his head, brunet locks shifting as his eyes closed.

All his being could feel were two pleasuring, heated lips that caressed every spot that made him want to moan. Biting his tongue, Kaname fought not to notice that Zero was more or less kissing his neck. Shifting his mouth repeatedly, he drew the red liquid that would keep him sane with harsh, grating strokes. Kaname gripped the strands at the nape of Zero's neck and pulled. Releasing, Zero glimpsed something on the cold, stoic face of his enemy. Time stood for a moment, pondering between them before Kaname moved forward, closer and traced the defined muscle of Zero's chest, admiring the slight flexing beneath his palm. His body reveled at the confident touch and something snapped in him with a heady cry.

Kaname jerked his head up at the dark sound, focusing on the male face twisted in pleasure. Long fingers traced Zero's bruised mouth, wanting, wanting. Burying his palm into dark gray strands flickered with sweat; he covered the pliant, stirring lips with his own set.

Zero took and took and Kaname gave, pulling apart to distance them from the fervor that captured their bodies. Breathing heavily, the pureblood whispered words that he swore he would never say,

"I apologize. Good evening Zero. " Kaname pulled back, breath slightly uneven as he disentangled himself from the other boy.

"I'm not a wise man, Kiryu." He stiffened his stature as he took his leave, troubled. Zero listened to the proud footsteps fade and picked up the wrinkled Night Class uniform, draping it across a chair nearby.