WARNING: This story contains rape, violence and non-consensual elements. 

Chapter Four, Part Two

"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."