4 Confusing Feelings

"You can't be serious! You honestly expect me to wear this?!" Kyou exclaimed as he held up the uniform that looked more like some raunchy playboy bunny costume- chip'n'dale bow tie and all.

Lyall sighed as he propped his chin on his palm and looked at the purplette. " Yes. And your god awful hair has to go too. It'd be different if it was your natural color," he added with a sniff.

Kyou blushed.

"Well fucking excuse me," he snapped to hide his embarrassment. He looked at the suit again and sighed long and hard.

Lyall stopped the purplette by grabbing his shirt sleeve in a light grip. "Come on, sweetie, I was only teasing," he said and made a sharp 'tsk' noise when Kyou slapped his hand away. "But you really should consider changing your hair," he added as he retracted his hand.

Kyou snorted and put the outfit down in relief. "And why should I?"

Lyall leaned forward. "Because I think black hair suits you better." he smiled like he knew something Kyou didn't. It gave him the creeps.

Kyou shivered and unconsciously reached his hand to cover his roots.

"I think it's fine the way it is," he said defensively. Like hell, he was going to change it now that Lyall had said something. Honesty he couldn't afford all the hair product it took to maintain his current hairstyle, but he'd rather die than look like he'd taken Lyall's suggestion.

Lyall shrugged. "Whatever," he responded as he snapped his thumb and forefinger suddenly.

Two fiends immediately appeared beside Kyou, dressed in dark grey suits. One had two long, huge black horns on his head and the other had red skin covered with darker, iridescent red scales. Both freaked Kyou out, but he did his best to hide it.

"Enoch, Mew, please show your new coworker around. Tell the others to help if he needs it."

They nodded and gestured the raven move toward the back of the club.

He wanted to object, but he honestly didn't have the balls. Once they passed through the door the tension they projected seemed to dissipate, though.

"Whew…" The scaled man sighed, and ruffled his own hair in relief. "Glad to meet you, Kyousuke! I'm Mew. That's Enoch," the scaled man said as he introduced himself and his coworker. "If you have any questions, please ask."

Kyou gave the silent, and tall Enoch a sideways glance before nodded. "Thanks. Please take care of me…"

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Kyou decided something very early on that it wasn't just Aloys that was weird, it was all Fiends, and they were all fucking perverts, too. He was bending over to pick up another damn knife when he felt a large hand grab his ass.

He straightened and turned. The demon gave him a grin, his handsome face only marred by a pair of scars that ran over his right eye and down under the collar of his shirt.

"Looks like Lyall hired another cutie~" he grinned and gave Kyou's butt cheek another squeeze. "But to think you'd be human. I don't discriminate though," he added and licked the corner of his mouth.

The purplette's left eye twitched in aggravation but fortunately, he knew just what to do. Without much thought, he brought up his hand and impaled the table with the knife.

"Please be so kind as to take your fucking filthy hand off of me," he ordered, his smile close to murderous.

The demon opened his mouth in what looked like a protest, but then his yellow eyes widened and he quickly retracted his hand.

Kyou felt some satisfaction until he turned around and bumped into another customer.

"Hey, watch- Oh, lord. What the fuck are you doing here, Aloys?" he asked the vampire with distaste before moving onto to clean up an unoccupied spot at the bar.

"It's almost time to pick you up, love," he said, his accent getting on Kyousuke nerves quicker than the younger man thought possible.

Kyou faced the other direction as he cleaned up, so he didn't see the look of death Aloys gave the yellow-eyed demon that had groped him. "You didn't need to come here."

Aloys leaned against the bar counter. "How else am I supposed to see you? You have been avoiding me," he pouted mockingly.

The movement of his arms drew Kyou's eyes for a moment to the vampire, but he quickly looked away. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said and clinked the glasses together as he moved around to the other side of the bar. "I always try to avoid you, so I don't see a-"

Aloys grabbed the front of Kyou's black work shirt and tugged his upper half over the lacquered countertop towards him.

Kyou went rigid. The albino looked at him through snow-white lashes. "Don't play coy," he said slowly as their faces moved closer and closer.

"And don't harass my employees!" Lyall scolded and hit Aloys on the back of the head with a rolled up magazine.

"Che," the vampire tsked with disdain and let go of Kyou.

The human let a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"I need to get back to work…" he muttered and scurried off, leaving the two vampires standing at the bar.

Lyall crossed his arms and leaned back against the bar with Aloys. "Honestly," he exhaled, "You really need to learn some self-discipline."

Aloys grinned as he watched Kyou scurry away. He gave Lyall a sideways glance.

"And who are you to preach at me? Get off your bloody soapbox," he retorted.

Lyall shook his head and tapped the rolled up magazine lightly against his chin.

"Touche," he admitted, "But you need to stop teasing him so much. He won't be around forever, and I don't want you getting too attached."

"And what makes you say I am becoming attached?" he challenged and looked off in the other direction.

Lyall gave Aloys the look every parent gives when their child tries to bull shit them. "The more you like someone, the more you tease them, Aloys, I know you. But I don't think I've ever seen you this bad," he informed the younger vampire. "That boy has gotten under your skin and you are acting like a pathetic animal trying to get his attention."

Aloys straightened and gave Lyall a snarl the older man was not in the least threatened by. He walked away from his sire and over to the other side of the bar where Kyou was currently talking to Mew and a mutual acquaintance of the coworker.

Kyou laughed and rubbed the back of his neck with some embarrassment at the question that Mew's friend asked. It was almost the end of his shift so he thought he could take a little break.

That thought was crushed when Aloys slid up next to Kyou and sat down with the trio heavily in a nearby chair.

"You shouldn't be talking so casually when you are working," he said coldly.

Kyou turned to glare and retort but Mew beat him to the punch. "Why don't you mind your own business, boy?" he said.

There was a sudden silence that spread through the bar and the air instantaneously turned thick with tension.

"Pardon?" Aloys asked, his voice dripping with cold anger. Kyou swallowed nervously.

"This is and a and b conversation, see your way out of it, vampire," Mew said just as coldly.

Aloys stood back up to his full 6'1" height and looked the naga in the eye. "Pray tell I just heard you wrong."

"You heard me: leave Kyou alone. I know exactly what you've been doing to him and while I have something to say about it, at work you will back the fuck off."

"Oh, so he's been telling you about me, huh?" Aloys laughed humorously. "Has he been bitching about how I saved his scrawny arse, or about how I have been caring for him, feeding him, and even found him this pisspot job? Hmm?" He stepped up to Mew, their bodies no more than a hair width apart.

"More like harassing him! He's not some plaything!"

"'Harass' him? Are you fucking kidding me?Are you even a demon saying shite like that? And don't act like you haven't been eyeing him this entire time, you prick," he accused the naga coldly.

Mew's reptilian eyes narrowed into slits, the action betraying his true anger toward the vampire's words.

"Not all of us are savages, Aloys Keiran. You think that you can do and say whatever the hell you please because Lyall is your sire? Don't fucking kid yourself you manwhore."

Kyou was silent during this whole exchange. He wanted to say something, sure he did, but the two monsters in front in him made him bite his tongue. All he could do was watch with the rest of the club in weary silence as the argument between Aloys and Mew grew more and tenser. He felt fucking pathetic as he held his breath along with the others as they waited for the other shoe to drop.

Aloys reached out to grab Mew's shirt when there were a blur and Lyall was suddenly in between the two.

The human could hear everyone let out a collective breath of relief.

"Get the hell out of here, Aloys," the club owner growled through his teeth.

"But, Lyall!" Aloys tried to argue, his eyes on fire as he reached for Mew again.

"Did I fucking stutter? I said to get the fuck out, Aloys! And take Kyousuke with you!" He snapped angrily, one hand shoving Aloys toward the door while the other was on Mew's chest.

Kyou managed to grab his coat and put it on as he muttered a quiet apology to Mew. The demon huffed and told Kyou not to worry about it as he patted Lyall's arm to let the vampire know he was fine. Lyall released him with a sigh and told Kyou to come back same time on Saturday.

The human meekly nodded and followed Aloys out, who hadn't waited for him and was halfway down the street by the time he was out of the door.

"Wait up!" the purplette huffed as he half sprinted to catch up to the vampire's anger fueled strides.

If Aloys heard him, he gave no sign as he kept walking and turned a corner.

"I said to wait up, asshole!" Kyou shouted a little breathlessly again as he rounded the corner he saw Aloys had taken. As a result, he almost ran straight into the vampire's broad, and tense back.

Just before they connected Aloys started walking again, but thankfully this time at a slower pace for Kyou. He had expected Aloys to say something, but the albino remained quiet. It made him anxious, surprisingly.

"I didn't say anything like that to Mew," he said nervously and shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat.

He raised his eyes from looking at the sidewalk to peak up over the collar of the jacket. There was no response.

"I mean, I said you were pushy, but I never said-"

"Just shut up, Kyousuke," he said sharply and continued to walk.

The purplette frowned and let an angry huff of air. That fucking…

"Why are you walking?" he asked, just to be annoying. "Shouldn't you be able to use some sort of creepy jutsu to get back to your place?"

He heard Aloys growl. "I'm low on blood. I get buggered like everyone else," he said curtly.

Kyousuke wanted to roll his eyes, but Aloys did look more washed out than normal. He thought it had been the unflattering club lighting, but now he noticed that the vampire's eyes were sunken in and dark purple veins prominently showed against his skin.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, are you alright?" Kyou asked, against his better judgment.

"Just fucking ace," he said sarcastically as they reached the house.

Kyou yanked the door closed behind him with a slam. He watched Aloys kick off his shoes and walk into the kitchen, his posture anything but friendly.

Kyou knew he should just keep his mouth shut, but the thought of Aloys being angry at him for something he didn't really say irked him. He also didn't like the way Aloys looked. Yes, he had dodged the vampire as much as he could the last few days but he wasn't completely heartless for fuck's sake!

"Jerkface," he said, grabbing Aloys shoulder, "I asked-"

"Let go, Kyousuke," he rumbled quietly.

"The fuck you mean let go? You look horrible and it's common decency-"

Kyou did not get to finish his sentence because Aloys was suddenly in his face. The vampire violently ripped open Kyou's coat, the material tearing with a loud sound.

"Aloys, what are you-" Kyou tried to ask, but he was slammed into the counters that were now behind him.

"I told you, I'm hungry!" the albino snarled loudly, his long fangs drawing Kyou's attention. "And you just keep bugging me like you want me to do something!"

Kyousuke sputtered, "Like hell I do, you nasty old man!"

Aloys sneered and rested a cold hand on Kyou's neck. "Your heart is all over the place, love." Then the vampire leaned closer and took a long, loud, and deliberate sniff of the human's scent.

Kyou could feel sharp teeth graze over his skin as Aloys lowered his head further and opened his mouth. "Even like this you still pestered me. I'm not happy with you, or that arse, Mew," he said, his voice soft as his hand trailed down Kyou's chest to rest over his heart.

"I told you that I didn't say any of that!" Kyou exclaimed in self-defense. His heart pounded frantically as he thought of ways to explain, to stop Aloys from hurting him.

"It doesn't matter what you said," Aloys said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.

Kyou's hands went up the vampire's shoulders. "Please, Aloys…" He said almost desperately as he pushed against Aloys.

"You really know how to test a bloke's patience, Kyousuke."

And suddenly the weight was off of him. Kyou felt his legs give out, and he sank down to the floor. Aloys stood above him, looking down, and his face covered in shadows from the light behind him.

"Remember I am a monster, love." He knelt down and took Kyou's chin in his thumb and forefinger, "And your kind is my source of food. I might be protecting you now, but if you piss me off… there are no promises." He dropped the purplette's chin and stood again. "Now, you should get some sleep." With that, the vampire left with what seemed like a long-suffering sigh.

Kyou stayed there and trembled on the floor long after Aloys had gone upstairs. His mind reeled. 'What the actual fuck, man?!' He wanted to scream at himself. This was bad. Aloys seemed much more feral than usual, and his anger seemed very palpable compared to his usual teasing.

He could so easily see himself being taken and devoured by the white-haired demon, and it scared him.

Aloys was unlike anyone he had ever met- demon or human. He didn't know know if he found the fiend's straightforwardness refreshing or annoying, but it made Kyou wonder how he had become an undead in the first place. Aloys almost seemed to detest what he was and Kyou had never heard of a fiend having any sort of restraint or goodwill for its own kind, let alone toward humans...

When the shaking stopped, he stood slowly and made his way to his room. He got undressed and went into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw thin, red scratches on his chest. Not deep, or bleeding, more like abrasions, and for some reason, his heart let out a single and hard throb at the sight.

Kyou let out a sharp gasp and grabbed at the spot over his heart. Did his heart really thump by just looking at the angry red marks against his skin? He shook his head and went into the shower, thinking it would help. It didn't.

Somehow it ended up with his hand on his dick, and stroked it long and slow, almost teasingly. The small grunts that escaped his throat where muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

Kyousuke never found much time to have time to himself for such things, and even doing it now was more likely due to the stressful situation he was in then the real feeling of arousal… right?

He used his thumb to rub the head and dip into the slit of his cock. He let out a shudder of pleasure before he sped up and his fist tightened. He let his head roll to the side. The hot water sprayed him in the face, but he didn't care. He pressed his back against the cool tile as his mouth fell open slightly, letting out his small pants of euphoria as an orgasm hit him quick and hard.

Kyou watched as his release was washed down the drain with of feelings of disgust and relief. He quickly washed his hands under the water before finishing up and getting out of the bathroom.

He let himself fall hard, face first, onto the bed and buried his face into his pillow with a long sigh of self-contempt. He felt so tired...

*****

It was dim and quiet in the large and spacious room. The only thing that could be heard was the faint whoosh sound the torches made as they burned in sconces on the walls.

In the center of the circular room sat a man, his upper half obscured by the shadows and soft, flickering glow of the fire. All that could be seen were his glowing irises that seemed to be lit by an unearthly source.

"Enter," his voice rang out, sudden and loud.

A man with long, midnight blue hair entered. He was dressed in a large robe that pooled across the floor as he knelt down onto one knee in front of the shadowed man. The dark material of the garment made the gnarly scar along his pale throat stand out as he spoke out.

"Lord," he said smoothly, his voice cool and calm, "I think we've found the man you've been looking for so long."

It was quiet, the silence stretching out over the course of a few minutes without a single movement or sound.

"Oh really?" he asked in a condescending tone.

The man bowed his head. "Yes. I'm one hundred percent certain."

"Hmph," the lord snorted in response. He then waved his hand in dismissal.

The robed man bowed his head again and stood. He placed a scroll at the foot of the slightly raised throne, and then exited the room.

After the subordinate's departure, the lord raised his right hand. A large silver snake ring was coiled around his pinky finger, its shiny body reflecting the demonic glow of his eyes as he waved his hand.

The scroll was lifted into the air and floated over to him. With another movement of his finger, it unfurled and words slowly lifted off the parchment.

He read them quietly and after he was done, a photograph was lifted up beside the words. The lord put a hand to his face. The appendage disappeared into the shadows at the movement. The action was one might describe as one of disappointment, but he was anything but.

A slow, toothy smile spread across his lips.

"I finally found you," he purred, his deep voice lilting just a little bit. "And this time you won't escape."