I was tired.

Well, duh, of course I was tired. There was only so much I could deal with and that damn Kuran was not one of them. According to "his highness" himself, even he could not enjoy the "pleasure" of my company all the time, though thanks to this blood bond, even when we weren't together we were still connected mentally. He often used this to his advantage—saying crude things about me to get my attention, or using his own pureblood power to use normal things (water, wind, even the damn clothes I was wearing) to also invade my privacy—and certain parts of me no one was allowed to see. Kuran couldn't see them in person, but his mental probes felt me up pretty good. I winced at the wording.

Kuran was not allowed within three feet of me. Correction: thirty feet of me. Because of the bond, anytime he did my mind jumbled and I couldn't tell right from left because all I could tell was about him. I would also not allow any part of Kuran in me, be it fangs or… other specific body parts. I refused to think about those specific body parts, because that jumbled me, too. And sent blood to my face faster than light.

Right now, Kuran was on the other side of the room. It was just about as close as I'd let him without retreating into my room, locked and secure. He was smirking slightly, that almost waving brown hair caressing his face, framing it, bringing out his dark brown eyes. It brought out the red in those eyes too, a red I now shared. That smirk was unmissable—it was one of Kuran's largest. Those pale pink lips were always curled up like that in my presence, and yet, I think I kind of didn't mind. After a while, things about Kaname Kuran grew on me, like the smirk, or his crude language. Around Yuuki, he was the perfect gentleman. Around me… I shuddered at the thought. Kuran used nasty, erotic words I hadn't even heard before I'd met him.

Kuran picked the words out of my head, snickering slightly. My face burned as I glared at him, the silver in my eyes coming out with the help of my metallic hair.

"What is it, Zero? Still angry about yesterday?" Kuran cooed. I snarled once.

Yesterday was… unbearable. If Kuran hadn't stopped just a second before, I would have come… and yes, I mean come. He'd been using my bath water—can you believe it? Not one moment of peace with him around… or, more appropriately, not around. That's when the bastard has the most fun, I think. Kuran knew exactly how to tease me, after three months, so it didn't take him anything to push my buttons.

"Zero?"

Kuran pulled me out of my train of thought. I looked up, my face blank, and maybe a little to unguarded. It was a chore to scowl every time I looked up, so it didn't take anything for me to forget who's silky voice was calling my name. He'd stood, getting maybe a foot inside my limit. I growled at him, automatically shifting my expression to anger.

"Back off, Kuran."

Kuran shook his head, smiling. He stepped closer. I put up my fists, glaring malevolently.

The moment he spoke, I shivered. It was the tone I'd hoped he'd never actually voice, but here he was… voicing it. "Zero, you're going to play with me." I winced as his words went strait to my crotch.

"Not in your lifetime," I snapped. He'd been pushing it lately with the mental probes, searching not to slowly make me come, but more trying to figure out what made me moan. What made me beg and plead for more. He'd never actually gotten me to voice it, but he'd made me think some pretty lewd thoughts. I'd been wary of the time when he actually started to move in on me for that one sexual accounter that would seal the bond.

"Zero," he repeated. "You are going to play with me. You're going to stand up…" He used power to make me stand. "… and you are going to turn around…" I did, fearing what he'd make me do next. Kuran couldn't be as sick and vulgar as to— "… and you are going to bend over the desk, sweetheart." The last word released the power, though it was a taunt, and I did exactly as I said.

"Kuran, you bastard!" I yelled. "Let me go! Let me—AH!"

He'd cupped me through my school slacks. I shivered at his touch, responding much more that I usually did.

"Won't you play with me, Zero?" Kuran breathed. I shuddered again, involuntarily thrusting my rock-hard cock against Kuran's waiting hand. It was like the water again, only intensified, because it was Kaname Kuran himself—ice prince(ss) of the moon dorm—doing it.

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Okay, so I've got about three friends who are standing over my shoulder right now yelling at me to keep writing. But, sadly, I'm not going to. *avoids various thrown objects* Oh, come on!! Again?! WHY IS EVERYONE THROWING STUFF AT ME!?!?!?!?!?!

So I'm kinda liking this story, but I've got no reason to keep writing such a crap story (cause I can't write worth shit) unless someone wants me to (Em, Sera, Kisa—that doesn't count you! You're friends! You are strictly biased to like my stories!!) So if you like, review, cause REVIEWS ARE LOVE!!! If you don’t… please don't bother reviewing. If I don't get reviews, I'll probs just dump the story. But warning for those who don't like, if I get one good review, even one, I will keep going. It does feel good to get some love from someone who ISN'T MY BEST FRIEND (hint hint gaara, sasu, mello, I won't keep writing if u guys review just to keep me hopping.)

Ps, sorry it's so short. Pissy roomie who likes looking up porno on the net (again, ducking thrown stuff) is cutting down on my typing time, but I promise the next chapter (if I get enough reviews to write one) will be LONGER!