Title → Enemies
Anime → Vampire Knight
Pairing → Zero/Kaname
Rated → M

Summary → This isn't hate sex, because if it were about hate, that would mean he cared. It's apathy sex.

This isn't hate sex, because if it were about hate, that would mean he cared. It's apathy sex. Kaname is engaging in no holds barred, rough, pained, uninterested sexing.

So it's kind of weird that he's so fascinated by the hollow of Zero's throat. He can't seem to stop himself from licking there, feeling the rapid beat of a pulse against his tongue. It's salty-sweet and smooth like a warm knife through butter and it's kind of short-circuiting his brain.

Right. Apathy sex. Now he remembers. Zero's got one hand against the back of his head, blunt fingernails scratching along his scalp, the other is awkwardly tucked between them, undoing the buttons of his silk shirt. It's quick and it's slow by turns, the world narrowing to this moment, this place. Kaname could get used to the taste of Zero, the feel of all the solid muscle beneath him, the sounds he's obviously trying to swallow. Kaname grunts as Zero digs his nails in hard near his neck.

"Move," Zero says, voice deeper and grittier than usual - more how he should sound than reality typically dictates.

Kaname moves. He shifts forward, straddles Zero's hips as opposed to crouching over him like before, doesn't protest as Zero finishes unbuttoning his shirt and yanks at it to pull it off his shoulders. Zero's eyes are intent, and the intention behind them is a cross between 'I will devour you whole' and 'I want you to want me to devour you whole.' Kaname grasps hold of the hem of his t-shirt before Zero can get his hands on it and lifts it up and away. And he is way too into this to feel self-conscious, but the second he gives to recognizing Zero's expression, he doesn't think he needs to be. He pushes at Zero's shirt within another second and helps him throw it to the other side of his room.

They kiss. It's more like a crash of lips, teeth, fangs and tongue, but it's the closest thing Kaname has had to kissing, so; they kiss. Zero settles his hands on Kaname's waist and pulls him down, tight, just as he grinds up. That provokes a shudder - something whole-bodied and uncontrollable. There's, like, four different pieces of material between them - hell, maybe even only three, Zero doesn't seem socially adept enough for the niceties of underwear - but the heat that's soaking between them feels like it's being applied directly to his skin. In the best way. Kaname rolls his hips forward and is rewarded with a nip to the corner of his mouth. Zero's teeth don't break his skin, but not for lack of trying. Kaname mirrors the action and Zero thrusts up again while sucking on his lower lip. Kaname is frankly impressed that Zero can thrust so seemingly easily, he's got his whole weight on him, but, then, Zero's has muscles and he's also got vampire superpowers now. Maybe it's not so impressive since, Kaname has superpowers too but... That doesn't stop it from being hot.

It's inevitable, really, that Zero should flip them. He should have seen that one coming. It isn't done gently or with any kind of care. Kaname's shoulder cracks into the wall with a painful thump and he's about to complain, but Zero's tugging on his pants zipper and any and all words die on the tip of his tongue. All that's left is something that strongly resembles a whimper.

Zero looks up, eyebrows drawn, lips curled up in something that isn't really a snarl.

"Should I stop, blood-sucker?" he asks, fingers moving away, far away, Kaname cranes up to attempt to get them back.

"What? No! I would very much like you to continue."

Zero's eyes darken and the not-snarl turns into a definite smirk. "Very much," he echoes, easing Kaname's waistband off his hipbones. The night air is cool against his exposed skin, against the precome slick crowning the head of his cock.

"Just so you know, this doesn't change the fact I think you're wrong," Kaname says, wanting to grab back some semblance of superiority. "I'm not angry, but your opinions are bad and you should feel bad."

"And why aren't you angry, Kaname?" Zero asks, tracing his fingers over Kaname's rapidly hardening cock.

Kaname shrugs the best he can, given he's balancing his weight on his elbows. "You're not worth my anger."

The playfulness that had been in Zero's expression shuts down and he's swift in how he pulls at Kaname's pants and boxers until he's stripped bare. Kaname watches as Zero takes his own pants off, and yeah, he was right about him going commando, Kaname would ace Zero Kiriyū 101. There's no hesitation between Zero getting them naked and lunging in to lick at the crease where Kaname's leg meets the trunk of his body. Literally, not a second's pause. It's such a weirdly specific and unexpected place of attack that Kaname cants his hips, placing his feet flat on the bed sheets. He's had all kinds of fantasies, he'll even admit to a couple about Zero, but they don't compare to the reality of the slight rasp of Zero's tongue against oversensitive skin.

Zero licks over his balls, but not his cock. Kaname moans at that, too incoherent to form a valid argument about how that makes Zero the worst person he's ever met. It's just - wet, and methodical, and a little bit like way too much sensation concentrated on one area. He's never really paid much attention to this when getting himself off. He's more of a quick flick and jerk kinda guy. So suddenly having his whole world tipped upside-down by Zero opening him up to new experiences is - he's not going to think mindblowing, because if his mind was blown he couldn't think that. But it's a mindscrew.

His nerve endings are shot. There are muscles he barely uses clenching. His fingers are scrabbling in his sheets.

"You know what, Zero, this is good, this is great, you're really doing an awesome job, but do you think you could maybe focus all that attention somewhere else now?"

Zero glares up at him again. "You think I care about gaining your approval?"

"No," Kaname manages, breathing thickly. "And it's one of your greatest failings."

Zero hooks his arms under Kaname's knees and lifts him higher, and okay, new experiences, he has not yet reached the pinnacle of them. Zero licks at his hole and Kaname trembles. He tips his head back against his headboard and stifles a yell. There is pretty much no way he could have prepared himself for this. If he thought Zero was wrong before, then what is this? It can't be right that Zero's licking insistent, wide strokes up, cold as ice chin on his cheek grazing Kaname's left inner thigh. Kaname scrunches his eyes shut because he's too tempted to stare at the sight of Zero between his legs, silver hair now falling against his forehead.

Zero starts to point his tongue more, licking around and in his hole and Kaname's chest tightens. He isn't used to this and like anything unfamiliar it's scaring him. It's scaring him how much he fucking loves it. When Zero's tongue goes deeper than he thought it could, he gives a wet sob. Apathetic rimming is officially the best thing he'll ever get to have.

And just when he has that thought, Zero adds a slicked up finger and Kaname has to adjust his personal definition of best. Zero's finger is thicker within him than his own and angled differently and therefore feels nine hundred times better than his own hasty fumblings ever have.

"Lube?" Zero demands, and Kaname might tell him off for being rude, but instead he reaches for it, tosses it over.

He smacks his lips together in barely contained anticipation as Zero opens the cap and drizzles it over his fingers.

"You want this, don't you?" Zero asks, tone neutral. He looks straight into Kaname's eyes and for once there isn't a hint of danger there. "Actually want it."

Will it invalidate the apathy aspect of the sex if he says yes, he really, really does? He thinks he's beyond caring.

"Yeah," he says. "I want it."

And maybe there's more to be said, there, about how he hasn't wanted anything more and never expected that Zero could make him feel this way, could make him feel. That he's been trying so hard to kid himself that he's not constantly infuriated by Zero's lack of trust in him and his judgment. That he thinks if they were kinder to one another they might actually work. But then Zero's pressing two fingers up into him and he's incapable of any kind of logical thought process, let alone reasoning.

He clenches instinctively and Zero doesn't move, lets him adjust. Zero's jaw is tense and he's gazing at where he's pushing into him, wholly absorbed by the way Kaname opens for him. It doesn't hurt so much as it feels strange, especially under such a close interrogation, and Kaname's legs seem to fall further apart against his volition. When Zero starts to really finger-fuck him, he bites down on any number of curses and rides the sensation.

It's when Zero adds more slick and another finger that Kaname stops biting his lip and says what's on his mind. What's on his mind is a litany of, "oh my God," and "fuck, Zero, fuck." He's super eloquent. Zero makes this weird, cut-off snorting sound in response and drives his fingers into him harder, mouthing at his abdomen. And Kaname knows that if he could tilt his hips just right he could rub his cock along the planes of his chest and come like he desperately needs to. When he tries, though, all he gets is Zero's free hand planting firmly on his hip, holding him down.

"I'm ready," Kaname says, on one particularly brutal shove. It hurts in the most incredible ways. "I'm beyond ready."

"You're ready when I say you are," Zero returns, and then he slips his fingers free and raises his body above Kaname's, holding himself up effortlessly.

He nuzzles into Kaname's neck - slow, measured, sweet. It's totally meant as torture, Kaname knows it. Zero is punishing him by being gentle. He can tell just how frantic Kaname is for his cock and wants to stretch this out longer, until Kaname is a sweaty, writhing mess for him. Kaname drags his right hand through Zero's hair and grasps hold, rocking up into him again. It's no good, he can't make Zero move and it's so unfair because he feels so empty.

"Are you seriously going to leave me like this? You're hard too, Zero, I can feel you. Don't tell me you don't want this."

"Don't tell me you're not angry," Zero counters. He changes position until he's looking into Kaname's eyes again.

Kaname stares at him and decides he finally knows what flummoxed feels like.

"Fine," he says. "I'm pissed with you. You never listen and it drives me crazy. Every day I long to be indifferent to the many stupidities of Zero Kiriyū, and every day you manage to reach new heights of idiocy. So, yes, I'm angry. You're more than worthy of my ire. Happy now?"

Zero's satisfaction is obvious in the way he ducks down and sinks his fangs into Kaname's shoulder. He lifts off Kaname and reaches for the floor and Kaname is perplexed until he sees Zero kneeling up on his bed, rolling a condom on.

That's kind of when the enormity of everything hits home. He's actually doing this. This is going to be done.

Zero skates his hands down his sides and pulls Kaname's legs up. Kaname moans and shifts how Zero demands.

Zero's slow fucking into him. It must be a game now, to be played at Zero's leisure. It stings, a little, though it's mostly an easy slide. Zero moves so incrementally, Kaname doesn't think it could be difficult. It's startling how good it is, how it's what Kaname has been wanting for seemingly ages. He feels full, perfectly full, and when Zero begins to thrust in and out, Kaname closes his eyes tight and shakes all over.

Zero's control is to be both lauded and lamented. No matter how hard Kaname rocks down onto him, he keeps up the same, constant, punishing rhythm. He hits Kaname's prostate with every thrust and that would be okay if he'd also let Kaname wrap a hand around himself and finish himself off, but he doesn't. He slaps Kaname's hand away.

"You're gonna come from just my cock," he states, not even sounding like he's finding it hard to breathe.

"I haven't done this before, I don't think that's possible," Kaname retorts.

"That wasn't a demand, Kaname, it was a certainty."

It's hate sex, now, definitely hate sex, because Kaname loathes how fucking sexy that douchey remark made Zero sound. He digs his nails into Zero's back and pushes down onto his cock with more force, and wonder of wonders, Zero finally speeds up. And that? That is all kinds of wonderful. Kaname almost laughs from how great that sensation is, the rapid burst of his breath grating out of him. He's inching up the bed from the power of Zero's thrusts, is thankful for the pillow wedged now between him and the headboard. He doesn't seem to be able to hold onto Zero the way he wants to with his legs, sweat making them slip against each other. He can't gain any kind of purchase except for his hand on Zero's back and there won't be an actual mark there tomorrow, but Kaname will always remember how he clawed into him in his own way.

At first all Kaname can hear is the wet slapping of their bodies, his own labored breathing and the furious rushing of his blood, but then Zero begins to make these quick, curt sounds that are half-grunt, half-exhalation, and hah! Victory. Kaname totally has him worked up.

Zero's thrusts edge toward becoming erratic, a beat off here and there, and Kaname knows neither of them will last much longer, is surprised they've been able to go this long. Zero's right, he's going to come just from Zero within him and the slip-slide of his cock between their bodies. Kaname isn't even ashamed. His heart thumps treacherously loudly and his spine starts to feel molten, and Kaname doesn't count the thrusts before he comes, hard, shouting out incomprehensibly.

As he clenches around him, Zero stiffens, then slumps down onto him, tracing his collarbone with his tongue. It crushes half the air out of him, but Kaname sort of likes it. Likes that he's reduced Zero to this - boneless and nonsensical and cuddly.

Now comes the awkward part where they go back to glaring at each other and Zero pays him back for calling him idiotic. This is the bit where Kaname remembers precisely why he wishes he were apathetic to this man who brings him to the end of his tether and then yanks on it. They're going to have to clean themselves up and pretend they didn't just share a moment.

"If it's any consolation, you anger me too," Zero says, softly. Kaname is not imagining the laughter in his voice, he knows he's not.

"Fuck you, Zero," Kaname replies, but there's no heat. There's more affection. Zero opens his mouth to speak again and something about his expression has Kaname shaking his head. "Don't you dare say that. If you even give the suggestion of the words 'already' and 'did', I will strangle you where you lie."

Yeah, that's a smile. Zero is both cuddly and smiley after not-actually-apathy sex. Who'd have thought?

But then, maybe they're more alike than Kaname would ever want to admit, because he's feeling fairly smiley and cuddly himself.

The End

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