By Your Side -A Vampire Knight Fanfiction: {Sequel}

Dislcaimer: Don't own anything that has to do with Vampire Knight as made by Matsuri Hino, however I do own Nezumi Kuran, any of the hunters I randomly make up, aaaand the baby.

Story Rating: M, of course.

Author's Notes: Oh snaps! :D It's the third installment! (The first two being What Am I Doing? and Under Our Noses- go read them in that order if you've not done that :D) Yep! I got more than two people saying I should continue! X3 Dat was all I needed! In fact, when I got more than two, I was surprised you guys actually read my author's notes even though they go on forever! ; I'm glad you do, though. Thank you! *hugs*

Before I begin the always long first A/N's I'd like to thank a few people whom review so much, I can't forget ya!

Zaiaku Dyuu, GoddesofWrath, and of course glozinga X3 There are others. *looks at you* You know who you are. ^^

So. This one will touch up on Zero and Kaname's relationship which will just be so OOC I'm basically having fun with a loosened up Zero (there will even be something really random and AU, but it's all in good fun. My new story is the serious one- this one is humorous) But mostly it will be with Ichiru and Nezumi who are well... moving forward in their relationship and I forgot to mention earlier in Under Our Noses, but remember how Ichiru mentioned that Nezumi will be joining a school for hunters? Well, that is true. But I don't wanna give away too much, so I guess you'll have to read to find out what the hell I'm going on about!

Oh yeah, I'm working on that other story I mentioned ^^ If you haven't put me on watch then ya might not know, but it's called Misery Loves Company and it's quite a bit different from this series. It's longer for starters and it's well on it's way. ^^ Please help yourself to that as well. However, Ichiru is WAY different in that one than this series so while I don't think that I'll get the two stories mixed up, I apologize beforehand if he gets all crazy in this one. And the overall quality might increase because Misery' is better-written and longer than Under' and What', I think.

Story Warning:Well as usual, lemon and lime abound. Basically m-preg (male pregnancy), even though the male never actually gets pregnant (unless you vote otherwise in the poll), but the image of a mommy Nezu with his baby is quite cute, no? Actually, I haven't figured out the details of that yet, but I will give you a poll to contribute with towards the end of this long-ass author's notes.

((Oh yeah- someone once voiced their wonder over what Nezumi Kuran looked like... Well, basically, he looks like Kaname when he found Yuuki- just look in the manga. I find the part in Eleventh Night where Headmaster Cross goes, "Yuuki got dressed all by herself!" and Kaname runs back in and blah blah blah... The frame when Kaname says, "Bye bye" is probably the closest to Nezumi's appearence. Also before that when he is trying to get Yuuki to eat the pudding and he says, "Say 'ahh...'" the pic with his mouth slightly open and such- that one is Nezumi-esque as well. But Nezumi is only seventeen, so he's a little taller and a bit sharper in terms of his face, but still shorter and smaller-framed than Zero and Ichiru... he looks so young and cute! But don't forget- his eyes are green, not brown-red like Kaname... I loves meh tsundere ukes. ^^))

Anyways... warnings... yaoi, obviously, possibly some bloody images and language. Individual chappie warnings will be posted as needed as well. ^^

Poll: (1)Should the child be adopted or born (from Nezumi- don't ask, that's how m-preg works: "the male somehow gains the ability to give birth")?

(2) Should the baby be a human or vampire?

(3) Should it be a boy or girl?

(4) If a human and a vampire have a child, is it a vampire with diluted blood?

Based on your answers, the story will definitely change to fit the answers. If you don't vote... well... then I'll be upset and just make everyone in the story die at the end. :l

Quick Chappie Warning: Some solo and lime then lemon- gettin' ya started off right. ;3

Enjoy! :3

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Chapter 1- Vampire "Hunter"

-Nezumi-

My silver-haired lover tilted his head and studied me and my sweatpant-wearing form. I learned that training as a human vampire hunter was actually very exhauting. Vampires had physical powers and psychic force at their disposal to make such things like running and moving things as easy as breathing. Humans, however, were not so lucky and while some vampires thought humans were weak, I bet that if that vampire lost his powers, he'd be no stronger than a human twelve-year-old.

So without the use of my powers (made possible with a gentle, painless prick with a silver needle) I found myself sweating it out with Ichiru out on the grounds of the hunter's school he had me enrolled in. Of course, Ichiru was used to this and wasn't panting as hard as I was, much to my embarassment. But I wasn't there for classes and such- Ichiru managed the whole thing so that I had access to the libraries, training grounds and equipment, and if there was ever a mission to get a level E or criminal vampire, then I could join them on the hunt. I had no desire to befriend the hunters because of what happened to Kaname and I long ago, but Ichiru didn't mind. Sometimes he showed disappointment at my sticking so close to him when we went inside of the building, but otherwise he understood and respected my distain.

The hunters knew who I was... and what I was. A few of them had a few words to say about a vampire helping them, especially one who hated hunters, but when Ichiru- a Kiryuu- had assured them that all was well, they cooled off a little. There was one hunter though. He was quietly interested in me, it seemed. Or at least wary, whereas the others just silently accepted my presence. His name was Toga Yagari and Ichiru told me that he was the one who trained Zero and himself- he was their sensei, like Ichiru was now mine.

"He won't hurt you as long as you don't cross him," Ichiru had explained.

The man wasn't a student, obviously, but he loitered around sometimes, watching me with a careful eye. Yes, eye. Something had befell his right eye, it seemed, but that only added to his rough, dangerous look. Yagari wasn't outside now, as Ichiru finished up his lesson on shielding charms. I had picked it up quickly and felt confident in my abillity to defend myself from another vampire. I always thought a good defense was a good offense, so I was ready to take the challenge Ichiru, his brother and my own brother had proposed to me at the start of my schooling.

"I have it, Ichiru. Let me spar Kaname, now," I demanded, furrowing my brow in annoyance. The sweat rolled over my eyebrows and down my face as Ichiru tilted his head the other way.

"I don't know. You're still sweating from it. If you can't do this stuff effortlessly, you'll never beat an 'E, let alone your brother," he said skeptically.

I bristled- "Ichiru!"

"Don't get all angry, Nezumi. I mean, do you want to get beat down by Kuran in front of me and Zero?" he teased, smirking at me.

"But I won't just be using the spells. I'll have my vampire powers and endurance..." I protested, pouting now.

"Yes, but think of how much stronger you'll be if you master this stuff. You'll be invincible. An unbreakable vampire shield and a vampire-strong body. And if you have to concentrate this hard to get a simple shield up, then you are not ready," he told me, walking closer. "Besides, this is a weaker shield. Kuran might just break through it."

I sighed and looked at the dry, prickly-grass ground. It was late Winter now, but I only wore the gray sweatpants. My bare skin radiated heat and to me, the freezing breezes felt good. I knew the chilled sweat could possibly give me a cold, but as soon as my powers returned, my vampire cells would kill the bad bacteria. My toes wiggled to settle more comfortably on the spikey blades of dry and dead grass and I murmured, "Fine. But it's been more than five months and I'm still not strong enough?" I was a few months older now. New Year and several other holidays had passed, so I was feeling a bit discouraged.

Ichiru pulled me closer suddenly, snuggling into my hair and cooing, "You are very strong, Nezumi. You're progressing much faster than those morons in there," he assured, talking about the younger trainees inside the building. "Some of them can't even look at a Level E without wetting themselves, let alone use a shielding charm."

I put my arms up to hold him as well, still frowning, but finding comfort in his arms. I didn't feel any other people outside to see this public display of affection... then again, I forgot my powers and senses where shut off, so when I heard a gruff, "Hey, Ichiru!" I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Ichiru did not release me, but only looked back over to the bricked hunter's school. Yagari stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. It looked like he had been standing there long enough to see the whole thing... I reddened.

"Yes, Sensei?" Ichiru called back.

"Come here a second, will ya?"

"Of course," Ichiru obediently said.

We both hurried over to the taller man and I kept my eyes on him. I wasn't so put off by his over-bearing aura that I wouldn't look him in the eye. He probably thought I was being disrespectful- well, I was and I knew it. He didn't look like he deserved my respect. His dark eye looked away from me, but only because he told Ichiru, "Tell the kid to take a shower- this is between you and me."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Ichiru quickly stopped me. He knew of my temper.

"Nezumi, go on. I'll... meet you in there in a moment..." he said, winking. Promise of things people probably shouldn't do in a school shower room extinguished my fuming and I rushed inside, blushing again.

Ichiru was so naughty... ^^

-Ichiru-

"So what is it, Yagari-sensei?" I asked, watching to make sure Nezumi didn't try to eavesdrop before looking back to Yagari.

"I hope you really don't plan on doing that in the shower room here..." he said, wrinkling his nose.

I smirked and shrugged, "I might..."

My sensei shook his head and stood up straight, off the wall.

"Anyway," he started, getting my attention. "I visited Cross Academy yesterday..."

"Really?" I interrupted. Dispite Yagari's obvious annoyment I continued, "How was it?"

"It... it was great," he grumbled quickly. "However, I regret to inform you, but your brother is getting hitched."

My eyes widened and I immediately asked, "To who? What happened to Kaname Kuran?"

Yagari's one eye moved to look somewhere else, seeming further irritated.

"Nothing. The kid's getting committed to the pureblood... he wanted me to tell you. Although he could have just stopped planning the damn thing and call you himself..." Yagari mumbled, probably mad that his students were all so... gay, but I was lost to everything around me after the words "getting committed to the pureblood."

Zero was getting married to Kaname...? For some reason, I felt no happiness for him. I mean, I knew I should be happy for my big brother, but... right now, I only felt something close to jealousy. But it wasn't because Zero was getting married to someone else- I loved Nezumi. However, that was just it... Zero was getting married to Kaname, furthering their unity. What about me?

...I wanted to start a family with Nezumi later this year, but the news of Zero's engagement was sort of a push... Maybe Nezumi would be ready.

-Nezumi-

I made sure to wash myself thouroughly for Ichiru, getting all the dirt and dried sweat off of my skin. Of course, then I thought, Well, what if Ichiru wanted to clean me...? So I paused in my scrubbing for a moment. Too late, I realized with disappointment. All the brown and black smudges were gone and I pouted, remembering the other times Ichiru had washed me down back at home. It was so nice: his hands roaming over my water-slicked body and him claiming to actually be "washing" me...

But I shook my head, not wanting to give Ichiru the pleasure of having me already hard when he got here. I smirked to myself- today was a hard-to-get day. I ended up grinning goofily to myself for being so mischievous and wondered if there was anywhere I missed with the washcloth I had... I nearly slapped myself in the forehead when I realized I hadn't got the most important area that must be clean on the uke.

Usually, I don't feel aroused when cleaning my rear end. It was just another part of my body to be washed carefully. Like when a girl learns that a boy has to clean his penis well to avoid infection, they probably think that it must be perverted, but really, it's nothing. However... as I moved my cloth-covered hand back there to wash, the soapiness and water made the material slippery and it slid in easier than I thought, penetrating my entrance slightly. I winced in shock and felt the small ripple of pleasure it gave. Biting my bottom lip in slight shame while I stopped to think... I eventually put the washcloth back on the little bar it hung over.

Gulping down more embarassment, I put my bare, wet finger back at my entrance, pressing on it. I shuddered gently and bent over a little, pressing harder. I wasn't so tight as I was last year due to Ichiru and his sex drive, but I still had to push hard enough to get anywhere. My finger sunk in slowly, making me gasp a little and close my eyes, swallowing the moan that threatened to sneak past my lips. People would be in here shortly and moaning in the acousic room would be very... unwise.

But as I pushed deeper into myself, unable to hold back, I wiggled my finger slightly, making a tiny groan go loose. I added another finger and tried to reach that spot Ichiru could find in less than five seconds, but when he found it, I was usually screaming already and not focused on where exactly he was at inside. My face flushed and I whimpered involuntarily as if the fingers belonged to someone else and they weren't going fast enough. Well, I moved my fingers as deep as they would go, but not only where my fingers shorter and slimmer than Ichiru's and thus, not big enough, I would not get any more pleasure than I was getting from myself now.

But I pretended they were my seme's fingers. I moaned- it felt better already.

"Ichiru..." I mewled, arching my hips out more.

"Nezumi," a voice said, heavy with lust, it sounded like.

At first, I thought I was responding to myself, but I can't mimic such a tone. I realized with a start that someone else was in the stall door's frame; my lewd postition and action in plain view of whomever it was. I prepared to erase their memory, not being able to bear the thought of one of these stupid hunters having dirt on me.

But as soon as I whipped around, power swirling inside me as I returned to normal posture- fingers not in places, I caught a glimpse of familiar silver hair and extremely familiar muscle laced body briskly coming closer, I blushed.

"I...Ichiru!" I rasped, horribly mortified that he had seen me like that. I took a step back, but he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his warm chest. The water began soaking his nude form as well as he reached back briefly to shut the frosted glass door that only covered the shower's occupant(s) from the middle of the calves up. My face burned brighter and I pushed at him saying more squeakily than I would have liked, "Ichiru! Why didn't you warn me you were coming in...!?"

"I'm glad I didn't..." he growled, sounding deeply aroused, which only made my eyes widen in panic. I most likely would not have been so flustered over his lust had he not walked on me about to do that to his likelihood. But I whimpered and pushed harder, making him back up a little, but not letting go.

"What's wrong?" he asked, seeming antsy to get started and worried at the same time.

"..." I looked down at the water going down the drain and felt silly... There was nothing wrong, but...

"Sorry... I'm just kind of... ashamed of... you seeing me doing that," I admitted quietly.

"Oh, Nezumi," he purred, leaning down to plant a kiss on my forehead as he often does. "It's fine. Not only does it let me know that you find me... masturbate-worthy..." he paused to chuckle at my humiliated groan before saying, "But it also... was very... sexy..." he breathed quieter with each word, making my lower regions heat up.

"Besides," he continued, starting to paw at my bottom, "there are plenty of beautiful celebrities and other people to masturbate to, but you chose me... In a way, that's quite endearing."

I thought that sounded odd, but I supposed it was true. Why would I pleasure myself to anyone else if I have Ichiru? No one could replace him whether it be in my heart or... in my body. Ichiru always had to teach me things like this, it seemed. I had book sense, sure, but romantics like Ichiru could think about things like that without much effort. It almost made me feel a bit childish, having him teach me stuff like that, but I was not so prideful that I did not listen. It helped me understand his way of thinking better, and it was nice to get a little sappy sometimes.

"I'm sorry," I apologized quietly again, but stopped speaking when a much more suitable digit found its way into my passage. My breath caught in my throat and my pushing hands stilled on his chest. I sighed out his name and let myself look slutty by leaning onto him, but arching my hips out again. I released purrs and mews and a constant stream of other feline noises half-consciously as I looked up at him from my spot on his chest with glazed eyes because he once told me of how he loved it when I did that. My name could mean 'mouse' in Japanese, but I acted like a cat during sex, apparently.

He moaned himself, now, the cat-play taking its toll on Ichiru's psyche and he thrust his fingers in further, brushing against the spot I couldn't reach earlier. I gasped and my fingers curled into fists on his skin, nearly scratching him. My body tensed around his fingers and I could feel and hear his breathing increase as he attempted to pull his fingers out. He was presumably wishing my walls were clenching around his hardened shaft rather than his fingers.

So he finally got me turned around to brace myself on the wall and stood behind me. The wall opposite the door was bare, save for the soap dish and washcloth bar, but that's where I stood now, legs spread properly. The showerhead had been aimed down somewhat to keep us lubricated further with the shower gel Ichiru found. He spread some over himself and ran a coated finger down my buttock's crevice, getting a shiver down my spine. I pressed the side of my face to the cool tile wall and waited, not looking at him in the corner of my eye. I was still a little shy with Ichiru, but it was just how I was.

I twitched slightly when I felt his hard cock probing at my pucker before beginning it's entrance into me. At once, I started feeling full and warmed from the inside-out. I pushed back against him, sliding easily along his shaft with the gel making us both moan a bit with the fluidity of it. He didn't stop until my butt met his thighs and he slid his shower-gelled, foamy hands around my middle, both gliding lower to my now-rigid member, only brushing over the sensitive organ. I whined in protest and ground myself against him. He pulled back out halfway and pounded back in. I let out a loud moan. It echoed through the locker room and we both froze...

Ichiru said wolfishly into my ear after a moment, "You'd better be careful, Nezumi..." and as he said this, the sound of boys flooded the room as they filed in for dressing and showering. My eyes widened in horror and he only moved his hips into me more in a rolling motion before finishing, "You wouldn't wanna get too loud, would you...?"

The bastard pulled out and smoothly and languidly came back in, earning an equally long whimper, which turned into a moan, from me. I tried to keep it quiet, but it felt like everyone could hear it. They most likely didn't, but I whispered, even while Ichiru pulled out again, "Ichiru, don't...!"

"They'll see our feet under the door anyway... And if," he stopped to thrust into me, making me shudder and utter a choked cry, "you get loud then they'll know who it is that's in here."

"You..." I tried growling, but it came out like a sob. This was actually thrilling to know we could be caught any moment, and it made the experience that much more great- breaking the rules is always like that.

He sped up, actually having to bury his teeth into my shoulder to keep from moaning too deeply himself. But I had nothing to muffle my gaping mouth with. My thoughts and senses were clouded with passion and fear/excitment of getting found out- so much so, that I didn't think to simply bite my fist or lip or tongue or something. So I just let out the breaths in desperate-sounding gasps and sighs, having them get a little jumpy in time with Ichiru's pounding.

And eventually, my eyes shut and a bit of my voice leaked into the breaths. I didn't hear the voices outside giggling about how someone in this shower was getting screwed and how they were jealous. My lips pursed in this undeniable desire as I felt my climax approaching under his manipulating hands.

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned through the tighly closed lips, then snarled out, "Ichiru..."

The nosy hunters outside knew who one of them was now and if Ichiru was having sex then it could only be with the pureblood kid, they figured. They weren't rude about it, but only more envious- Ichiru and Zero were two of the hottest hunters in this division. But I took no notice to their murmurs. I cried out with my release, splattering it all over the wall in front of me. Ichiru wasn't too far behind, ramming into me swiftly; the wet slaps bouncing off the walls of the whole room. He, also, came with a full groan, erupting within my heated body.

Ichiru kissed my neck where his teeth marks were healing up and I smiled bitterly, realizing that there was a small crowd of giggling boys disapating from the shower's door.

Shower love-making was always the most perverted, I thought, but we found ourselves doing it alot... for it was also the easiest. Already naked and clean. Then you get dirty, but can clean the area and the bodies quickly. Of course... usually there aren't people around to commit the little escapade to memory for gossip later.

"I hate you..." I murmured, holding my breath while he pulled out of me.

"No, you don't," Ichiru reminded me, trying to pet my butt in a kind of lecherous apology as I continued hugging the wall.

"...so?" I pouted, swatting his hand away. That stupid, perfect vampire hunter. -_-

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Author's Notes: Hey. Sorry if the chappie was short or wierd, but it seemed like a good place to stop. And what's more... after the shower part, it was really late and Clue-sama was sweepy... *puppy eyes* No get mad... Yeah, but have you heard that song Sunday, Bloody Sunday by U2? Towards the end, he makes these... sighs (I think he does it twice) and naturally, I thought perverted, so that (along with Sunshine Of Your Love by Cream and that Lying' song by Panic!') helped with the lime; making it lemon. ^^ Listen to them.

Oh yeah... and yes, I made some (most) of the hunters gay. How could I not? :o

((BTW: when there's an apostrophe after a word that probably doesn't have one after it normally, it means the title or word is longer, but I don't feel like typing it. ex. Misery' = Misery Loves Company... which is my other story... ::shameless plug::))