Corruption

This is my first Vampire Knight fanfiction, and also my very first actual smut fic, so forgive me! I do hope that the requester enjoyed it, but I thought I'd post it here, as well. I recommend searching for the Vampire Knight Kink Meme. Leave some requests, fill some, revive it!

Prompt: When Zero drinks Kaname's blood, he gets sexual urges he wouldn't normally have towards Kaname. Kaname is vulnerable to it due to the blood drinking as well and they sleep together (think vampire's equivalent of getting drunk and having unexpected sex. *lol*)

A fic with that setting + the next day surprise of "AAhh! What are YOU doing in my bed?!" and all that would be awesome. XD *lol*
*imagines later the two embarrassedly avoiding looking at each other while Yuuki is all oblivious and afraid they'd fight* XD

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To protect Yuuki, he does this. He lowers himself below the standard required to his name, the name he bears so proudly, to ensure the safety of one girl who is far too naive for her own good.

He closes his eyes the moment Kiryuu's fangs dig into his flesh, feeling the warmth that pools around surprisingly soft lips for the harsh language that tends to leave them. All he needs is a reminder of the very reason he does this to control himself. Thrusting Kiryuu through a wall won't do any good. He'd end up having to repair it and the foolish hunter.

His reminder slowly fades as he becomes more accustomed to the insult to his name. The breath puffing over his exposed skin, the light-headedness that comes with losing too much blood, too quickly, and something else stirring, a stirring he's never recalled so powerfully before.

Kiryuu's closer, body warm and invading, but he tends not to mind too much in the grand scheme of things. In the end, it's all for Yuuki and if he must come unbearably closer, he'll permit it for the time being.

The glowing gaze of his hungry charity fixates on his face and he boldly returns the look. If it were a battle, Kiryuu would lose. His power is unmatched. Kiryuu couldn't hope to do anything, even with that accursed gun of his.

But his control wanes as the suckling slows, not because there's nothing in there, but because Kiryuu can't keep his attention on more then one thing at a time. If he's to be sated, he can't stop before he's had his fill.

Kaname reaches up and cradles the silver-haired boy's head to him, willing him to continue. He's always known that feeding from another, especially those with great power, brought feelings of euphoria and even lust to one's heart, but to be the 'prey' is somewhat different, but not altogether a terrible thing.

It has nothing to do with Kiryuu; he is not suitable in any way. He would and will forever deny that he enjoys Kiryuu's company, but the hunter, right now, is the only one permitted to feed off such pure blood. While Zero should feel so very privileged, he, too, takes what enjoyment he can from it.

There are many things he wishes to say.

Do you enjoy this power, Kiryuu? Does it excite you to have these chances? Do you dare return to Yuuki even with your available supply?

None of it makes true sense to him, but he doesn't try to make any of it out. He only knows that his hand is buried in soft locks and that two are stroking his hips.

A vicious growl in his ear and a caressing tongue pull him from his reverie long enough to gaze over at the usually distasteful scum born of Hiou's act of vengeance. He can't place it. The way that tongue, clumsy yet skillful in hitting the right spots... it sends a fire racing through him, but he can't seem to bring himself to push away. He can't say no.

Before he can say a word, the light-haired boy has shredded his shirt, something else he'll have to replace and allows his lips and tongue and teeth to search his collar bone. On a vampire, to leave marks is practically impossible, but it's the first sign that things are leaving his control. He won't allow Kiryuu to overstep his bounds and wound him in any way he doesn't see fit. His mind may have been driven to other places for a primal need to release this insufferable tension born of an act of generosity, but some dark recesses still worked.

His fingers curl and pull on the hair still within his grasp, getting the lesser vampire's attention only long enough for him to look up. Kiryuu's hands dance up his sides, around to his back and Kaname has not a moment to stop him from searching out and finding his lips.

He can taste it. His blood is still strong on those strangely soft lips and the tongue that is not-so-gently trying to probe it's way into his mouth. He's never tasted his own blood before. It doesn't taste as good to him as it probably did to Kiryuu, but he doesn't complain, only complying because this is what he wants. This is his choice, his reminder to protect... something. Something that flickers in his mind and while it seems very important that he remember, searching him are both hands and that clumsy tongue that make him forget his responsibilities and allow him, for a change, to relax and discard his pride and duty as a pureblood.

Kiryuu's bloody gaze hasn't calmed and he knows very well why. Every time he allows his mind to wander, the insatiable beast takes another bite, another nibble and enjoys every drop of blood he's able to find. Fangs nibble on his lip, nails drag across the expanse of his back and Kiryuu's awkwardness seems to vanish.

Kaname's hand joins the other, threading through the hunter's hair and slowly they work their way to his buttons, annoyed with the complexity of the boy's state of dress. It is because he can do this that he's unafraid to pursue, carefully pulling each button through it's hole, removing every piece of fabric from the upper half of his body out of the goodness of his heart. There are duties to be done when Kiryuu leaves. It wouldn't do to have him walk in shreds that would lead Cross to him.

His respect for Zero's uniform ends there. The moment they are no longer touching pale skin, he sees no use for them and tosses them in whatever direction they will go and forgets them, going back to the fight for dominance that Kiryuu refuses to surrender in, no matter how much breath he truly needs.

Therefore, it's up to Kaname to separate them and Kaname to fix his head before the unrestrained beast that he's made Kiryuu into can make a second attack. His lungs seek out air while Kiryuu and his nerves, suddenly on fire, try to empty the gap, not particularly caring whether he suffocates as long as this intolerable feeling is taken care of.

He sees it for a moment, Kiryuu's mind returning. The bloody gaze is almost curious about the situation, but it can't happen. Neither one of them are ready for it to end like this, so incomplete.

Kaname latches onto his wrist with a firm hand and drags him forward, towards his bed. It seems out of place and unnecessary for a moment but his body moves against the will of his mind and he doesn't dare argue with such things. If he did, he's sure that things would end badly and he'd never allow the hunter to return out of shame and agitation. This is not something he wants known... this is something that signifies the loss of his cool-head, even if Zero is his guinea pig for it and he doesn't want the others to know that even he can fall from his natural grace from time to time.

Zero's temporary gain of sanity is lost again as he feels a painful shove down, to the sheets and those hands return, kneading, grasping, searching for something, he knows not what.

He jolts in surprise as Kiryuu's lips surround a nipple, fangs pressing into the sensitive flesh around it but being very careful not to pierce through while his tongue laps like a dog from a water bowl. He stiffens, mind telling him to move away before all inhibitions are lost, but his body refuses to cooperate, too lost in the sensations that logic doesn't want to allow to continue.

"Feed, Kiryuu..." he breathes.

On cue, the sharp pricks that are no longer painful, but sinful and pleasurable return and he barely manages to keep himself from arching into the circling tongue and devouring fangs that have made him complete putty.

He reaches, fingernails dragging across the pale back. The muscles tensing beneath his hands is almost overwhelming. To be so drained and yet be able to still manipulate another brings true pleasure. All the work is not his own. He does it to show Kiryuu the truth. In the end, he will always have something over his head and there is nothing that he can possibly do about it.

Kiryuu moves, tiny beads of blood rising from the puncture wounds, but the other doesn't seem to care, teasing his other nub into attention, growling his assent as, again, his fangs pierce flesh and he finishes by licking the results.

His body is on fire. He wants the tension further down to subside, to disappear completely. He wants his control back. he wants Kiryuu gone. He wants to cry out in protest at the other's taunting, slowly dealing with the fastener and zipper on his trousers. He wants many things, but cold air strikes in all it's glory and wrenches from him a very uncharacteristic gasp.

He's unsure of whether or not Kiryuu has regained any of his senses. He can't bear to look at him now, feeling that warm breath caress his bare erection. The hunter's fingers press into his hips again. Is it shame? Is it arousal? The coiling fire in his stomach burns the butterflies that flutter around and he regains himself for a moment to sit up, reach between and firmly grasp Zero's cock.

He hears a sound from him, though he can't discern whether it's of pain or encouragement. Either way, that feeling of uneasiness has disappeared. He tugs gently for a reaction, hearing the strangled moan with keen ears and continues. In this little unannounced game, he will be the winner. Kiryuu brought them this far, but it's time for him to take his seat among the kings again and finish what the hunter started.

An idea seems to flash in the silver-haired youth's mind with a devious smirk to accompany it and slowly, as if he dares him to imagine, inserts his index finger in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it. He makes very familiar suckling noises, but unlike the ones before, this one has a better effect on his already engorged cock.

If it was in him, he'd whine.

He only knows what Kiryuu implies with the way his tongue teases and it is exactly what he wants. It'll take the tension off. It will make it all feel better. He doesn't dare use his influence, but it's very tempting right now.

"What do you want, Kuran?"

He stops stroking Zero long enough to rip a defiant glare from his rational thought in the cage he's put it in for the moment. "I will not."

He doesn't beg, he doesn't respond to that tone, he doesn't even think anymore on the subject. It's beneath him and how dare Kiryuu think he would possibly do something like that?

Kiryuu pulls his hand away and smirks. He knows he is enjoying this too much when he doesn't return that disgusting smirk with a reprimand. Zero's hands have taken both of his and pinned them under his weight. Slowly, his head dips further down and his tongue flicks out like that of a snake and briefly comes into contact with the head of his erection.

As if he'd been zapped, he flinches, eyes wide, waiting, watching, hoping for more. Their eyes meet very briefly and Kiryuu seems happy with his reaction. Again, his focus returns to the hard cock in his face and he deliberately rolls his tongue from head to base, leaving behind a very thin but quickly cooling trail of saliva that only tortures him further.

Kuran Kaname did not get desperate. He did not lose himself to his emotions. Sometimes even he would admit to doing reckless things because of them, but his emotions did not control him. Kiryuu seemed to bring out a side of him that he didn't know existed.

His blood boils. His heart pounds in his chest. His body seeks more and his mind is finally in with his body on what it wants. It wants the rush of want and need to end. It wants Kiryuu to finish him off. He wants nothing more than to be free from this affliction.

The boy seems to take the hint quickly enough, wrapping his lips around his head, pressing his tongue against the slit (god, did he just moan?), gradually sinking lower. His tongue caresses the underside of his cock while those sinful fangs scrape with each bob of his head.

Despicable...

... delicious...

... wrong...

... oh-so-right!

How is he supposed to think? His pride curses him for being so weak, but his body wants nothing more than the sweet release that Kiryuu's warm cavern offers him. It's not surrendering. It is a compromise. He gives Zero the means to live among his human companions and Kiryuu gives him this act of pleasure. It is a fair trade.

His hands fist the sheets, sure that he'll tear them from the bed if he doesn't find that sweet end soon. Kiryuu isn't fast enough... he isn't helping. He's making that fire coil tighter, but not offering the way to extinguish it. The strain of it is overbearing.

One hand leaves the sanctity of the sheets and moves to the base of the boy's skull, grabbing firmly at his hair and bucking his hips just enough to assert his dominance in the situation. Zero suddenly gags and coughs around him. He's pleased. It's a punishment he deserves for making him endure so much.

Kiryuu suddenly rips away, devouring the air like a drowning human, sending a glare his way. The way the air strikes against his member is a cruel fate, but he still can't help the twitch of lips that reveal his satisfaction at Zero's miserable state.

"You can't finish yet," Zero groans, lifting his left leg, licking along. Kaname knows exactly what he's searching for. The femoral artery, painfully close to something else that requires far more attention than Kiryuu's gluttonous search for blood. Again, fangs pierce his already drained body, pressing deeper than one normally would to find blood and it's then, when white-hot pain shoots through, that Kiryuu isn't searching for blood to drink.

What he could possibly use it for is beyond him, though.

Zero doesn't lap it up this time. He casts a quick glance towards him and finally cups the rolling fluid into his hand, on his fingers. When it seems like the wounds are closing, those fingers would pry open the punctures and milk the bleeder for all its worth.

There is a point that even Kaname knew he'd reach. His body is drained. All of Kiryuu's feedings, the haze of his painful arousal, the dizziness of the situation itself, it's too much. "K... Kiryuu," he warns softly.

The prefect doesn't seem to care much about what he wants anymore. His blood-coated fingertips pull away from the wound and down. He can see the lust in Zero's eyes and a sudden fear consumes him. Probing fingers search the dividing crevice, looking for his entrance.

"You dare to think--" Before his protest can get very far, Kiryuu thrusts two fingers inside. The foreign feeling is unpleasant and he suddenly feels... filthy.

He squirms just enough to show his discomfort, to appease both his pride and the strange desire to see where it goes, but nothing, nothing can possibly feel good about this.

"Relax," Zero hisses. How can he possibly relax? This had slipped too far out of his control. It's time for the game to end and everything to return to their normal level of hatred. Kiryuu can't possibly expect--

What is that? Kaname gives a shuddering sigh. Those fingers are moving, pressing around for something and a second time in one of those random grabs he finds it. His heart stops and this time, it's a wanton moan that escapes him. He wants him to search more, find it, press it again. It's such a wonderful sensation, he might just release from that exploration.

But Kiryuu has other plans because just as he wishes for it, he can see Kiryuu going for the bleeder he keeps teasing open and cupping the blood in his hand. There's no other use for it...

Kaname can't help the sudden rise of mysterious heat in his cheeks as Zero uses his blood and coats his own cock with it, his hand moving quickly, over every inch. The scene itself should be nothing special. He doesn't want it to be. However, his mind is now gone. Blood loss and this dragged out act has finally broken it down enough for him to no longer care about his body's responses.

He growls deep in his throat, digits sliding over the red coated member, down, towards the neglected sacs, teasing them, rolling them, doing everything possible to see that look of bliss on Kiryuu's face just a moment longer.

Zero stills his hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking eagerly on the fingertips. Kaname has no idea what for, but the feeling is sublime. He tilts his head back, barely notices the hand raising his leg or the light pressure.

It isn't until the painful and strange intrusion actually begins that he tenses and bites back a cry of surprise.

Kiryuu is full of moans and grunts, taking deep breaths and continually thrusting shallowly, trying desperately, against his clenching muscles, to bury himself within him. His face contorts, as if he's in pain, but his deep moan of longing tells him that is definitely not the case.

Finally, the silver-haired hunter stops moving. His eyes open slowly and he leans forward, allowing Kaname's leg to lay in the bend of his elbow while he presses an oddly sweet, though not unwelcome, kiss to his lips. Neither one of them seem to want to speak. He doesn't want Zero to know he abhors this feeling of something inside him, but he can't pull himself away. Kiryuu touched it before he stopped. That spot that made him see brilliant stars. He wants it again and if this is the way to get it, he will, for the time being, allow this one to do as he willed.

He nibbles on the other's lip, this time being the one to draw blood. Even if it is impure blood, he requires sustenance to endure this new activity he and Kiryuu have ventured into. He sucks on it, catching Zero's eyes. Zero knows what he wants. He knows Zero can give it to him. All he need do is move. The pain and discomfort remain, but he knows if it keeps up, eventually that little button will be pressed again and he'll be able to forget about it.

Zero rocks slowly at first, lifting his leg again and Kaname's body remembers the awkward feeling that penetration has brought him. Instead, he focuses on draining blood from Zero, losing himself in the euphoric feeling of feeding on blood.

He dips his head, uses his expert tongue to search out where he would pierce and sinks his fangs into the neck offered to him.

Kiryuu makes a whimpering sound, a sound he likes. Kaname doesn't let it go to waste. His hands search between them. One finds one of Kiryuu's nubs and the other grabs one of his own and together they pinch and twist, sending painful jolts of pleasure to the pit of his stomach.

He can taste the lust and impending release in the other's blood. He's become numb to the foreign feel of the cock moving inside him and an almost giddy feeling, as he continues, seems to overcome him.

He rips himself away from the other's neck when that button is pushed, gasping out something, a word he can't remember now that it's been said and captures the prefect's lips in a passionate kiss, not waiting for Zero to penetrate his mouth with his tongue in a mimic of what they're doing.

When Kiryuu notices his reaction, he goes at it again, thrusting harder, quicker, putting his vampire strength behind each one. His aim improves, leaving Kaname to toss his head and moan his need again and again.

But it's still not enough. He leaves their individual nipples alone and takes care of his neglected erection, stroking it with the fervor that Kiryuu pounds into him. The loss of his inhibitions is what makes this so incredible. He doesn't care what happens from this point on, just so long as he can finish this out.

Kiryuu is spent before he is, a sudden warmth rushing inside, caressing that button in its spray. He clenches, milking him for all he is worth while he still has the mind to, hands pulling and squeezing, trying to wring from himelf the same blissful feeling that's written all over Zero's face.

When Zero's hand strokes in time with his, it sets him off, the spray of his hot seed shooting up and all over them in a massive wave. He's lost to the world in those moments, eyes rolling back, hips bucking into the hands bringing him his release and finally, he lays back, helpless, spent and fulfilled.

Zero hardly pulls out before he flops down beside him, cheeks flushed in a strangely attractive manner and closes his lavender eyes to welcome sleep. Kaname doesn't blame him... it's been a very taxing night.

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It isn't the sun that wakes him but the voices talking in whispers throughout the dorm. At first, he thinks he slept in and that it's time to get ready for class. It isn't until his groggy mind takes in the scents around him, his state of undress and the warmth of a body next to him that he realizes exactly where he is and what he's been doing.

There will be hell to pay!

He throws himself away from the sleeping vampire, his head still heavy with sleep. His hands search his body. He's covered in come and blood. The unsettled sheets show signs of a struggle and he can put two and two together.

He can feel the heat rise to his cheeks, not sure whether to find Bloody Rose to blast a hole in between Kuran's eyes or to grab his clothes, hurry off and wash up before the Night Class blood suckers can find him.

"Kaname-sama!"

He knows they can smell what went on. He didn't need to see it to believe it. He's covered in Kuran's scent. Damn it... how the hell could something like this happen?!

"Kiryuu--" There's a look of mild surprise in the waking pureblood's eyes, but it's unnecessary. They hate each other. He can't stand to look at him fully dressed, but without clothes... well... Kuran Kaname isn't bad at all without--he shakes his head, rids himself of those impure thoughts. Vampires were his enemy, no matter what they were or how they looked. As enemies, they would never, voluntarily, sleep in the same bed, let alone... commit such a heinous crime.

"Kaname-sama! We're coming in!"

Panic settles between them. "No. I am fine, Aidou. I'll be out soon."

Zero can hear them shuffling behind the door. Troublesome vampires. "What am I doing here?" He chooses to spit instead, grabbing his clothes. He'll shower and burn his clothes when he gets back to his own dorm. "What did you do to me?"

Kuran's eyes seem to fill with fury. "What did I do? It is you who should be fully explaining himself."

He keeps his voice low, though it's already been discerned that he's in here. "Did you compel me--"

"Why would I desire to have your filth on me?"

He grits his teeth, but he knows it to be true. "Whatever happened here doesn't leave here, got it?"

The pureblood frowns deeply. "I would never broadcast this."

"And it won't happen again..."

"Of course not."

He finishes dressing, as half-assed as it is and goes for the window, listening to the impatient chatter and the renewed knocks on the door. He chances a glance back at Kuran, suddenly remembering how revitalized he feels. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he hasn't felt this way in years. Purebloods had amazing blood...

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Zero hadn't been in class and she almost had to handle the prefect duties that evening all on her own.

When Zero finally shows up, there's something off about him. He seems shy and reserved and she can tell he's showered just recently. His hair still drips.

"Zero, is everything all right?" She asks, arms spread wide against the onslaught of girls trying to press their way to the gate. "You seem distracted and you weren't in class."

"It's nothing, Yuuki," he replies gruffly, very Zero-esque and her fears are smooshed into a tiny box that she doesn't need to open until the next time Zero gives her a funny look.

The girls are squealing now and she can hear the class representative somewhere swooning over Ruka, but she hides behind Zero who effectively sends them back far enough for her to open the gate for the Night Class to pass through. She sighs and smiles, bowing towards them as they file past her, Aidou rousing the crowd of spastic girls while Ruka and Akatsuki shove him through.

Beside her, Zero tenses and she looks up. Kaname-sama has stopped and there's an unpleasant look on his face. It's very apparent that he, too, has showered just recently. Both of them seem to have one more reason to hate each other and she's not sure from where it can possibly come from. No one did anything. The other members of the Night Class, too, regard Zero briefly before moving on. Such looks of anger...

"Did the two of you have a fight again? Please don't fight!"

Kaname-sama gives her his most gentle of smiles and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Nonsense, Yuuki. Kiryuu and I... have never been closer."

Zero growls behind her and she feels more uneasiness than before. Kaname-sama ignores him and moves on, following the trail of white clad students inside.

She shakes her head quickly, looking to Zero to make sure he's paying attention. There's a look of deep anger on his face, but he's blushing...? "Zero...?"

"Forget it! Just come on!" He snaps.

She stands there, staring at their backs in mild confusion. The Day Class students shy away at the glares they receive from Zero, leaving her sure he can handle it alone. What had really happened?

"Yuuki!"

Zero's call snaps her out of her thoughts. Right! She has things to do! "Coming!"

Behind her, the gate shuts and locks. Another day has ended, leaving open another night of excitement and tiring work.