Crimson Door

Chapter 18 - For Your Soul

  A/N: The chapter title is taken from the HIM song "Rip off the Wings of a Butterfly" - weird title, I know, but if you want to look up the lyrics and read them (you can find them on my blog if you want), you'll see why I used it.
WARNING: this chapter contains fairly strong m/m. If that's not your cup of tea, please don't read.

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"Kaname..." the breathless word was half gasp, but Kaname didn't wait to find out if it was encouragement or protest. His mouth latched harder onto Zero's, kissing him intensely as he stroked the other's body firmly, excited beyond reason by the sensation of pleasuring his lover.

Neither of them would have used that word, would have admitted it consciously, but at this point, that was quickly becoming only a matter of semantics.

"Ka- Nnng!" Zero's muffled cry was half groan as his chest shuddered hard, Kaname's long, smooth fingers eliciting a kind of bliss he'd never quite imagined from his fevered, aching flesh. He clawed at Kaname's dark shirt, popping buttons. He needed to feel the other's skin. His whole body was on fire, a burning thirst that only Kaname could quench. He ran his hands along the hard, but supple planes of Kaname's chest, down his abdomen and around his sides, fingertips drinking up the warm skin.

Kaname's body tingled in the wake of that touch and he growled softly into their kiss. It was a beautiful, ruthless kind of passion that was sparking between them and their lips and teeth clashed and tangled urgently, drawing blood from both. The heady nectar simply sweetened the kiss.

Kaname could wait no longer. Everything in him was screaming for Zero, to meld with him, to be as physically connected with him as possible. He pulled Zero away from the crates and the two of them half walked; half stumbled backwards, bumping into things as they went.

Zero wasn't quite sure how it happened, but somehow in a matter of heartbeats Kaname had him hoisted up to sit on the edge of a waist-high stack of folded carpet runners, pants around his ankles. The pureblood eased between Zero's knees, his still-clothed hips rubbing exotically against Zero's naked body and making the ex-human groan and growl softly into Kaname's mouth.

Kaname swiftly worked the catch on his own trousers and Zero's urgent, searching hands hooked in the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his slim hips and freeing him. Kaname pressed close, sheer ecstasy written across his flushed face as their hard bodies slid and clashed against one another, their lips and tongue mimicking the same actions. He could barely breathe, his chest heaving against Zero.

Zero's mind felt like melted slag, only registering primal urges and sensations... such as the intense, shattering sensation of Kaname's body sliding and thrusting against his own. His head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream, fingers clutching Kaname's arms, knees clutching his hips. He wanted more...

Kaname's dark gaze raked Zero's body. Mostly naked, torn shirt hanging open and sliding off both shoulders, his hair mussed and faced flushed... the ex-human was an irresistibly compelling picture of temptation. Kaname leaned forward, forcing Zero backwards so he was half lying on the stacked carpets, having to catch himself on his elbows. Kaname's mouth fell to trace the tangy lines of the tattoo on Zero's neck, then down further to lick and caress the other fading welts left from Rido's attack earlier. At the same time, he sliced his own inner arm with his nails, drawing blood with which to lubricate his fingers as he started to caress and prepare the body beneath him. Kaname had not done this before, but he was quite aware of how it worked and he moved with the innate skill and confidence of one who was used to doing as they pleased and taking what they wanted. Much as he ached to simply bury himself immediately in the incredibly desirable body beneath him and take everything he could get, he also didn't want to hurt Zero unnecessarily.