Vampire Knight, Kaname/Zero, resistance is futile
"Do you want me to lose control with Yuki and accidentally bite her, turn her into a vampire? No. That's why I called you. You're practice. After all, it won't matter if I accidentally bite you."
Zero bit back what could have been either a growl or a whimper. True, what did it matter? He was already damned; why risk Yuki? At the same time, surely there must be another way.
Kaname's hand stroked down the front of his shirt and slowly began to undo the buttons down the front, fingernails catching lightly on one and ripping it off.
"I'm not sure she'll like you destroying her shirt," Zero said evenly.
"I'm not sure you should be talking right now," Kaname murmured back. "Quiet."
Zero swallowed a retort as a cool hand found his thigh and glided up under the skirt he had been forced to wear. At the underpants waistband they paused for a moment before slowly sliding them down his legs. At the same time, Kaname finished undoing the shirt and let it flap open.
"Pretend you're a girl," he muttered as he undid the bra around Zero's skinny chest.
"Oh my," Zero said in a high-pitched voice as Kaname began caressing his pectorals. "Are you sure you should- oh..." His voice trailed off as the pureblood began to bite softly at his nipples. "Are you sure you should be biting me?"
"No fangs. It's fine. Be quiet." Then he picked Zero up and carried him over to the waiting bed. Zero felt ill. This was the part he had been dreading most: the bed, and everything it meant.
Kaname didn't try anything more than kept kissing Zero's chest until he finally whispered, "Respond, dammit," and placed one of Zero's hands against his own shirt front.
"With what?"
"Undo my shirt. Touch me. Something, I don't care."
"Um..." Tentatively Zero reached up and undid the top button of Kaname's shirt, even as the man in question worked diligently at a hickie on his neck. The next button, and the next, until-
Oh fuck. Kaname was getting hard. Zero closed his eyes briefly before forcing himself to undo a fourth button. It would be over soon enough.
"Mmm, Yuki..." Kaname whispered in his ear as Zero slipped a hand in his shirt, and pushed up Zero's skirt in return.
"Oh, this won't do at all. We're playing lovers here, Zero." With that, Kaname grabbed Zero's wrist. "Come now, we both know you know how to do this." He placed Zero's hand on his own unresponsive sex and made him stroke it. "Come on."
Face burning with humiliation, Zero slowly began doing as told, trying to bring himself to hardness. It wasn't until Kaname kissed him and he could thrust his tongue into the pureblood's mouth that it began to work.
Kaname didn't say a word as he reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small bottle of oil. After a minute more of kissing, he removed Zero's trembling hand from his erection and instead placed it on his own bulging pants. Mind numb, Zero undid the button and zipper. Kaname pushed his pants down his hips, then reached down and rubbed oil on his hard cock. Zero squeezed his eyes shut and didn't open them even when one finger, then two, prodded inside him.
Finally Kaname leaned forward and whispered to Zero, "I'll be gentle." Then he was pushing his length inside Zero, slowly, slowly, filling him with pleasure and pain and complete shame. Kaname waited a minute to see if he was hurting Zero too much before slowly begining to rock his hips, in and out, faster and faster.
Zero didn't know when he'd begun biting his shirt, but it was the only thing that kept him from crying out as pressure built and built from the urge to move back. He didn't want to come, he wouldn't come--but he did, right before Kaname climaxed, arching backwards with a low moan and finally dropping down to lay across Zero, spent.
"I didn't try to bite you," he finally whispered. "I didn't, not at all."
"No, you didn't," Zero replied dully, staring at the ceiling. "Good for you."
"You can go now, Zero; I don't need you anymore."
Without another word, Zero stood up, biting back a yelp as his muscles protested. Then he shed the remaining girl's clothing and picked up his own uniform. A low phrase stopped him before he could leave the room: