Breathing in Snow [Vampire Knight, yuki/zero, NC-17]
“How long has it been, Zero?” the snow crunches under her boot as she crouches down to take a good look at him, strands of her hair teasing his face. “I remember five years ago, when you’re chasing our carriage. It’s amazing how you did that with just one arm.”
“Shut up…” he answers, shielding his face from view.
The air hangs heavy with prominent snowfall, and Zero’s blood has smeared the snowy forest ground around him. In a moment of weakness, she tries to find traces of the boy she spends most of her human years with and finds minimal hints of him within the bitter, grumpy vampire hunter.
Unexpectedly, she runs the back of her hand on the contour of his face, making sure to smear his blood on her. He watches closely as she languidly raises it to lick the blood off her hand, of her finger, and the tip of her nails and Zero’s breathe hitches for another different reason. Yuuki’s other hand rests on the side of his head, caressing his silver mane just like their childhood days, eyes gentle. “Why do you keep on hurting yourself? You know you’ll never be able to defeat me.”
He slaps her hand forcefully away, face contorted in disgust and hate. “I’ve told you; don’t touch me with the hand you used to touch him.”
In truth, he already regains his strength back, but when he pushes himself of the snow, there’s an unseen force that knocks him down. That’s when he realizes that Yuuki has held her bracelet on his tattoo, and her blood-smeared hand is slowly zipping his jacket down, trailing a hand down his chest.
He feels his breath quicken as her mouth trails down the side of his face, breathing in the sun on his skin, teeth scraping teasingly.
Agonizingly, she stops as her mouth reaches his tattoo, licking his jaw, resting her head on the crook of his neck. She smells of a mixture of jasmine, melted snow, dusts from old manors and his blood, and Zero can’t think of a more wonderful scent in the world. “I wonder,” she whispers against his ear, low and husky and unlike Yuuki at all, “will it be all right to take back everything I’ve given you years ago?”
He knows her vampire eyes are watching the invisible blood vessels that run beneath his skin, calculating where should she bury her fangs and suck in his blood the most effective way. Or the most painful, whichever works the best.
“As you wish.” His voice comes out softer than intended.
The fangs never come.
Zero feels his eyes close in involuntary response as Yuuki crushes her mouth to his, nibbling on his lower lip, tongue intruding and their fangs scraping-he can sink his teeth and drinks from her lips if he wishes it, but he refuses to do so. He lets himself get pinned down vulnerably on the ground as the snow seeps into his jacket and Yuuki continues to trail kisses down his neck.
Yuuki’s left hand zips down the rest of his jacket, and it’s a brief moment later when he realizes her other hand already finishes working through his belt and proceeds to slip it into-oh God.
The teasing seems to last for moments to no end for Zero, and when Yuuki manages to push off his shirt of his shoulder at last, he recuperates enough strength to break free and shove her back on the forest ground and return what she’s done to him.
He nibbles on her neck longer than intended and tears open her silk shirt, while beneath him Yuuki’s making moans that are driving him insane.
He feels something vibrating inside her pocket, and when she reaches to take the cell phone out, Zero makes a move to take it out of her hands.
“It’s from Kaname,” she informs, her heavy lidded eyes and raspy breath not helping the current situation, “if I don’t take this, he’ll send out people to look for me.”
With reluctance, he lets go of her wrist.
“Hello?”
His hand manages to slip behind Yuuki’s back and unhook her bra, her pearly bosom a mute comparison against the forest’s snowy floors.
“Yes, I’m fin--e” her free hand takes a fistful of Zero’s hair as he lowers his mouth to her chest, “I’ll reach there in about an hour. The snow’s really thick around here.”
With tremendous speed, she covers the receiver as Zero’s tongue flicks to her exposed flesh, sending a shudder down to her spine. “I’ll give you a call when I arrive.”
Through the corner of his eyes, he watches Yuuki squirms as he lays his hands possessively on her hips and lowers her panties. The pair is embroidered with red lace and black ribbons, and she looks good in it, but he knows she’ll look even better without them.
“Ooh my God-no, there’s been an accident on the road. I’ll see you soon,” her legs twitch when his hair brushes her inner thighs and as Zero’s mouth invades her, she stifles a gasp, “I love y--”
There’s only silence after Zero grabs and flings the cell phone to God knows where, but Yuuki can’t find any reason to object as he pins both of her wrists down on the snow and proceeds to do what he’s previously doing.
“Shut up…” he answers, shielding his face from view.
The air hangs heavy with prominent snowfall, and Zero’s blood has smeared the snowy forest ground around him. In a moment of weakness, she tries to find traces of the boy she spends most of her human years with and finds minimal hints of him within the bitter, grumpy vampire hunter.
Unexpectedly, she runs the back of her hand on the contour of his face, making sure to smear his blood on her. He watches closely as she languidly raises it to lick the blood off her hand, of her finger, and the tip of her nails and Zero’s breathe hitches for another different reason. Yuuki’s other hand rests on the side of his head, caressing his silver mane just like their childhood days, eyes gentle. “Why do you keep on hurting yourself? You know you’ll never be able to defeat me.”
He slaps her hand forcefully away, face contorted in disgust and hate. “I’ve told you; don’t touch me with the hand you used to touch him.”
In truth, he already regains his strength back, but when he pushes himself of the snow, there’s an unseen force that knocks him down. That’s when he realizes that Yuuki has held her bracelet on his tattoo, and her blood-smeared hand is slowly zipping his jacket down, trailing a hand down his chest.
He feels his breath quicken as her mouth trails down the side of his face, breathing in the sun on his skin, teeth scraping teasingly.
Agonizingly, she stops as her mouth reaches his tattoo, licking his jaw, resting her head on the crook of his neck. She smells of a mixture of jasmine, melted snow, dusts from old manors and his blood, and Zero can’t think of a more wonderful scent in the world. “I wonder,” she whispers against his ear, low and husky and unlike Yuuki at all, “will it be all right to take back everything I’ve given you years ago?”
He knows her vampire eyes are watching the invisible blood vessels that run beneath his skin, calculating where should she bury her fangs and suck in his blood the most effective way. Or the most painful, whichever works the best.
“As you wish.” His voice comes out softer than intended.
The fangs never come.
Zero feels his eyes close in involuntary response as Yuuki crushes her mouth to his, nibbling on his lower lip, tongue intruding and their fangs scraping-he can sink his teeth and drinks from her lips if he wishes it, but he refuses to do so. He lets himself get pinned down vulnerably on the ground as the snow seeps into his jacket and Yuuki continues to trail kisses down his neck.
Yuuki’s left hand zips down the rest of his jacket, and it’s a brief moment later when he realizes her other hand already finishes working through his belt and proceeds to slip it into-oh God.
The teasing seems to last for moments to no end for Zero, and when Yuuki manages to push off his shirt of his shoulder at last, he recuperates enough strength to break free and shove her back on the forest ground and return what she’s done to him.
He nibbles on her neck longer than intended and tears open her silk shirt, while beneath him Yuuki’s making moans that are driving him insane.
He feels something vibrating inside her pocket, and when she reaches to take the cell phone out, Zero makes a move to take it out of her hands.
“It’s from Kaname,” she informs, her heavy lidded eyes and raspy breath not helping the current situation, “if I don’t take this, he’ll send out people to look for me.”
With reluctance, he lets go of her wrist.
“Hello?”
His hand manages to slip behind Yuuki’s back and unhook her bra, her pearly bosom a mute comparison against the forest’s snowy floors.
“Yes, I’m fin--e” her free hand takes a fistful of Zero’s hair as he lowers his mouth to her chest, “I’ll reach there in about an hour. The snow’s really thick around here.”
With tremendous speed, she covers the receiver as Zero’s tongue flicks to her exposed flesh, sending a shudder down to her spine. “I’ll give you a call when I arrive.”
Through the corner of his eyes, he watches Yuuki squirms as he lays his hands possessively on her hips and lowers her panties. The pair is embroidered with red lace and black ribbons, and she looks good in it, but he knows she’ll look even better without them.
“Ooh my God-no, there’s been an accident on the road. I’ll see you soon,” her legs twitch when his hair brushes her inner thighs and as Zero’s mouth invades her, she stifles a gasp, “I love y--”
There’s only silence after Zero grabs and flings the cell phone to God knows where, but Yuuki can’t find any reason to object as he pins both of her wrists down on the snow and proceeds to do what he’s previously doing.