Vampire Knight, Yuki/Zero, Innocence Is Only a Word -- Pt. 1
His hand on my hip, behind me in that white tiled bathroom. A chin on my shoulder.
"Yuki..."
His voice, a breathy moan of desperation and pain and feral want.
"Go ahead."
Two sharp pricks, nothing really, not for a friend. Not for my partner.
I can feel the blood being sucked out of my veins, and I imagine this is how an apple feels when the first bite is taken, piercing pain and then the juices slowly disappearing.
To keep Zero alive is to condone a monster. I am a source of food in the most literal way. As I feel my lifeblood leave my body, I wonder if my innocence is leaving with it.
"Uhm, Yuki," Zero murmurs, lips moving against the bruise I can already feel. The hand on my hip slides across to grip my thigh, pulling me tight against his body as the fingers in my hair tug slightly. I can feel the muscles on his chest, cold and hard with lean from too much fighting. Pressing against the small of my back is his hard-on, obvious through the thin fabric, the only warm part of him.
A drop of blood runs down my neck, crimson. My skin is so pale. Yuki, snow. Snow White had black hair and red lips like me, and I bet she had red blood too. Automatically my hand reaches up from where it has been limp by my side to wipe the trickle away before it can stain my bra. My lovely new bra, white, innocent, pure like snow, and aren't I snow? Yes, that's right, I'm snow and it's raining blood...
My head is too light and the edges of my vision don't seem sharp enough.
"Zero, stop."
He does, immediately. It's like he's my pet, trained to my every command. Maybe he is. I feed him, love him. Maybe he does belong to me.
"I'm getting dizzy."
The lips on my ear are just slightly warm, slick. "Did I go to far?"
"No," I lie.
The room sways slightly and Zeros arm grips me tighter, fingers digging into my thigh as his other hand catches my shoulder and steadies me. His lips don't leave my ear and his hard-on doesn't go away, still pressing against me instantly.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
Probably.
His breath on my ear is hot and makes me shiver and close my eyes. The hand on my shoulder gently slides down into my bra to stroke my nipple. My eyes fly open.
"And is this okay?"
I can't speak, can't move, just watch his hand--even whiter than my palest-of-pale breast--gently cup what fullness there is for a moment before moving to fumble at my back.
"What about this?"
The clasp, he's undoing the clasp on my bra, the new one that has lace on the edges and makes my small breasts look larger than they are. There's the tiniest of 'snaps' and it falls to the floor, white as snow. Snow. Yuki. Me. My head is spinning and I don't think it's just the blood loss.
The hand is back on my breast, holding it, stroking it, making my nipples go hard and my breathing speed up. Zero is grinding his erection against my back and suddenly I know what he did before he unclasped my bra because instead of feeling rough denim there is hot, throbbing flesh. The thought goes straight to my groin and I can't remember what panties I wore but they're wet now and I can feel an ache down there but I still can't move a muscle. My head is pounding.
Zero's long tongue slides down my neck, pausing to lick up the extra drops of blood.
"Did I get sloppy, Yuki?"
Me. He's talking to me as the light in the room seems to brighten, then dim. As if from a distance I hear my voice say yes and I hold up my hand, with the blood still on the finger.
He moves to lick it off, then stops and steadies himself, both hands on my hips, keeping me flush against him. Slowly his hand reaches down for mine until we are holding hands. Innocent boys and girls hold hands, and I'm Yuki, white as snow-
The hand he's holding touches my breast, smearing the blood across it. I blink, stare at the red on white, blood on innocence, or was it the other way around, with Zero sucking in innocence with blood?