Disclaimer: I don't own black blood brothers, I think Zelman's the best character, and wish he had been on the show more.

Notes: I got the inspiration for this story from this GORGEOUS picture I saw online. It's not actually of Zelman and Jiro, its Zelman and some other guy, but I thought the guy looked a lot like Jiro, and it was very much both their personalities. LOOK AT THIS PICTURE!

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And to whoever drew this picture, I love it, I think that you're an amazing artist, and there was so much emotion in it!

Zelman and Jiro 3

Zelman Clock showed up at Jiro Mochizuki's house on a hot summer day. The sun was beating down, too hot for even the red bloods to find comfortable, though that didn't deter the ancient black blood. Mimiko and Kotaro had just left to go grocery shopping, as he had been informed by the younger Mochizuki brother over an exited phone call. It was the perfect time to put his plan into action. As the Kin killer opened the door, trying to avoid as much exposure to the light as he could, he was shocked to see the crimson eyed butcher standing there with his trademark crooked smirk and one fang poking out the side of his mouth and a cigarette stuck his mouth.

"Zelman-san, what are you doing here?"

Zelman grinned slightly wider as he regarded the tall vampire before him; Jiro wasn't wearing his red coat or hat, just dressed in red pants and an old fashioned shirt. "Drop the formalities Silver blade, they're so irritating and meaningless." And with that he walked past Jiro and into the living room where he stood and looked around the room. Jiro followed him, uncertain.

"Zelman... why did you come here, especially in the middle of the day, doesn't the sun hurt you?"

Zelman turned around to look at the younger black blood. "Not really, just gives me a bit of a headache, that's all."

Jiro continued to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

Zelman sighed and plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, crushing it with his foot. "Well, right down to business then." He said, then he lurched forwards, and grabbing Jiro's shoulder's pressed their lips together.

Jiro's eyes flew wide open; he grew in a gasp, opening his mouth and allowing Zelman's tongue entrance to his mouth, where he lightly ran his tongue over Jiro's. Jiro's mind was having trouble processing what was happening; he was kissing Zelman clock, the crimson eyed butcher, and not just kissing but full on making out. But just as suddenly as he had kissed him, Zelman pulled away.

He smirked at Jiro. "Did you enjoy that silver blade? I thought you could have done better though." Zelman gave him a Cheshire cat smile and backed up a bit.

Jiro growled, angry that Zelman was mocking him like this. He lunged at Zelman with the intent to strangle him, but somehow their lips ended up together again. They both fell to the ground with Jiro on top and Zelman under him, never breaking the kiss. Jiro shaped his lips around Zelman's, only half realising what he was doing. When he felt Zelman's tongue run along Jiro's bottom lip, Jiro opened his mouth slightly, tentatively running his tongue around Zelman's mouth. He felt Zelman smirk against his lips, which served to anger him, making him kiss harder. Zelman's hat was starting to annoy him, so he yanked it off, and ran his long fingers through Zelman's thick red hair.

The older Mochizuki had a better reaction than the red eyed murderer could have expected. He was not expecting him to react with such force. Zelman realised that Jiro was starting to take control of the situation, and he couldn't have that. In a quick and graceful movement Zelman flipped them over so that he was on top causing they're lips to part for a moment. Jiro looked up into the face of the 800 year old vampire and realised that he had never seen Zelman without his hat on.

His jacket had now somehow gotten unzipped and was starting to fall off one shoulder showing off long lean muscles that rippled whenever he moved. His blood red hair was falling wildly around his inhumanly lovely features. The Silver blade had to admit that Zelman was quite gorgeous. The red eyed murderer smirked down at the old blood beneath him. Jiro's raven black hair was spread out around his face and he looked very beautiful in the blood red eyes of Zelman Clock.

The crimson eyed butcher leaned down and let their lips barely touch with a feathery lightness. "Now that was more like it Jiro." He whispered against Jiro's lips, making them tingle. Jiro realised that this was the first time Zelman had called him by his name.

Zelman brought his lips down again against Jiro's. Jiro tasted like fresh snow fall and slightly minty. Jiro noticed that unlike other black bloods, Zelman was very warm, almost like a walking heater, and smelled like a campfire and slightly of cigarette smoke and coca cola.

It was at this time that Mimiko and Kotaro came home from shopping to find the furniture turned over, and Zelman on top of Jiro, kissing him. And Jiro wasn't resisting, in fact, he was kissing just as hard as Zelman. Mimiko stopped at the door, and Kotaro stopped right beside her, unsure of how to react to what was going on. Zelman and Jiro heard Mimiko gasp, and they both turned their heads toward he two new comers, breaking their kiss. Jiro looked shocked and embarrassed, while Zelman just stood up, took cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a snap of his fingers.

There was a silence for a couple of seconds, before Kotaro spoke; "Ohhhh, was that what you meant when you said you had a plan Mr. Zelman?"

Mimiko looked at Kotaro shocked, and by then Jiro had also gotten up and was staring at his brother. Zelman grinned, blew out some smoke and answered; "Yes, and it went quite well, don't you think?"

Notes: That was a fun little one shot that I decided would be fun to write, probably won't make anything more out of it. But I dunno, I really like this pairing, we'll see.