Title: Comfort, (Come Forth)
Fandom: Kuroshitshuji
Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji is under the copyright of Yana Toboso. I do not own the characters. The situation set in the story is a work of fiction.

Pairing: Deidrich x Vincent
Warning: AU, OOC, Theme, Language, Lemon
AN:
It's been so long since I wrote something! I don't care what Diedrich looks like now! He's still the sandwich-loving, tsun tsun officer that I've always liked! That's true love, people! Plus, I've been DYING to write for this pair
of idiots! Please give me feedback :D!

Comfort, Come Forth
(
by oneforfall)

"You know I'm never going to feel the same. You're only forcing onto me something distasteful, Vincent."

The two teens in the school alleyway are enveloped in silence. Vincent doesn't say a word. Neither does Diedrich.

All the words they want to say light a fire in their eyes. The intense stare off ends when Vincent says with a smile "I know." He leans closer till their noses practically touched. "But don't you also feel the same way, Diedrich?"

Diedrich tries to move back, but sadly forgets there's no space left to move back to. HE doesn't dare back out from his stare though the dark joy in Vincent's eyes send him a chill down his spine. "Don't tell me you can't feel it just as much as I can, my fag?" Vincent murmurs. Their noses touched. Their breaths mixed. He grinds their hips together, making Diedrich bite back a moan.

Diedrich locks eyes with Vincent. "You're disgusting."
Vincent snorts then snickers sweetly. "Doesn't it make you one as well if you start feeling it too?" At the drop of Vincent's words, Diedrich sets on to glare at him. "And what would I feel the same way as
you do?"

Vincent's smile disappears. He looks into Diedrich's eyes and sees spite flickering in them like a flame. Vincent looks at Diedrich's parted lips, at the marks that bloom on his exposed neck and chest and the sheen of sweat that glazes his skin.

Diedrich feels his eye twitch when he sees Vincent's smile stretch from ear to ear. "There's no use denying what you're feeling already." Diedrich jolts when Vincent cups the bulge in Diedrich pants. "Especially down here." A tap on his bulge makes Diedrich shiver.

Vincent gazes into his eyes until they bore on to him. "Don't tell me you don't like it, Diedrich?" Vincent's hands skim the fabric of Diedrich's undone dress shirt and move down to graze the bulge jolting at his touch. Diedrich's breath comes out in hitches. "You're doing it on purpose, Vincent." You can hear him spitting out the words to Vincent's face already.

Vincent leans closer towards Diedrich and breathes out a shaky moan on his ears. "Then don't look so hungry for it, Diedrich." He flicks out his tongue. "You make me want to tease you till you beg for it." Vincent licks the shell of his ear and nips at the lobe, making Diedrich flinch.

Diedrich pushes him back and pins him to the wall. Two hands up the wall and a knee to his groin has Vincent defenseless and in Diedrich's mercy. Diedrich starts to show his 'mercy' by jerking his knees, making Vincent moan then shudder. Diedrich roughly grabs Vincent's chin and pulls it up so he'd lock eyes with him. "If we're going to do it, don't leave my mouth watering."

"Ha! I highly doubt you'd be hungry when you've already pinned my hands." Diedrich doesn't laugh. He presses himself against Vincent's need straining against his slacks and grinds it continuously. A breathy moan escapes Vincent's lips and has him digging his nails onto his palms. "Of course I'd never let your mouth water, darling. It's not something a good lover would do."

"Then show me." He releases Vincent's hands. They fall onto Diedrich's back. One of them snakes over to the back of his head. The other clutches the dress shirt as though to hold him in place.

"With pleasure."

Vincent's nails suddenly dig into Diedrich's skin, causing him to wince. "But if you ever cheat on me," Vincent whispers. "Only God knows what I can do to you."


Another swig of the bottle pushes Diedrich closer to being put out like a light. Rainy days and heartbreaks just don't add up to something less than mundane in anybody's story.

In the heart of the city, there's this little busy restaurant-slash-bar. Office workers, salary men, and other busy bodies taking breaks from working hard take time to pour beers from their bottles and laugh at their troubles in that bar despite it being another busy day that rain took chance in.

Many stories take place in that bar, and in this particular story, the dark-haired, brown-eyed Diedrich tries to forget his current story with another swig of the beer they ordered from the bar.

'Shit… Now that she's gone, he'd have a new reason to call me back.' He stares at the bottle in his hands. A soft curse passes from his lips. "Shit!" 'This 15-year long hoax is dragging me by the neck for far too long!' He takes another swig of the bottle. 'Why'd she have to go? Why'd she have to break up with me after I've given her almost all that I have?'

So, he downs the bottle in his hands and asks the waitress for another round. 'If Vincent finds out that she and I are through- NO! Wait! Agh! Shit! He doesn't even know that I had another relationship! If he finds out about this one… '

He stares at the empty bottle in his hands. '…God knows what punishment he has for having her arms around me.'

"Hey there, Diedrich, you're downing the bottle pretty hard tonight!" A firm grip on his shoulders sends Diedrich shooting up from his seat, his sleepiness practically shaken off of him. "Whoa-! Ah! Bard~! Pssh! Nah! I'm not asleep! It's just resting my eyes."

A look of concern washes over Bard's face.

It's the wordless thoughts that get people most of the time.

And Diedrich tries to ignore the obvious thought by hiding into his hands.

"Now, now, Bard, poor Diedrich here's had enough guilt to bear today." The pats on Diedrich's back do nothing to move Diedrich away from his hands. "Being late in passing his manuscript is one and enough." Bard doesn't say a word. His eyes focus only on Diedrich. "But, Klaus," he tries to send out in a whisper to their older companion, "you know Diedrich isn't the champion heavyweight he is with wine when it comes to beers. And he still has to drive home tonight."

"I can hear you, Bard," Diedrich mumbles through his hands. "I'm not drunk! I'm just," he pauses for a moment. Bard sees something gloss over his eyes. "… A little too fatigued."

Klaus continues to rub Diedrich's back. "If driving's a problem, we can always send him home in a cab and deal with the car later." Klaus settles his head onto his hand after stopping the back-rubbing. "But Bard's right, you know. It's time for you to take it easy and sit out from drinking more tonight."

"It's bad for the mind," Klaus taps lightly on Diedrich's forehead, "and bad for the heart, my boy!" He flashes a little smile at him as he gently takes Diedrich's bottle away from his hands.

"N-no! Don't mind me, Klaus!" Diedrich grips firmly on to the bottle in his hands. "It's not like I do this all the time! I just want to live a little-"

"By drowning in the bottle in your hands?" Klaus takes it away from his hands, deliberately. "No can do! You'll just end up dead asleep, and a burden to our hands."

They both laugh for a moment, and then Diedrich takes the bottle back. "Then I won't drown. I'll just take a little dip." Before Bard and Klaus could say anything, Diedrich takes a swig then releases it with an "Ah!" Between the two surprised men, Bard's the one who seemed like he was shocked out of his shell.

"Sorry, Bard."

Bard looks at the older gentleman. "I've already taken it out of his hands." Klaus gives a little shrug then takes a sip of his own drink. Bard emits a sigh. The tension between his brows is starting to take over his head. "Diedrich, you really need to…"

Just before Bard can start nagging Diedrich's bottle out of Diedrich's hands, Diedrich stares far off and drowns into the space. Laughter, bottle-clinking and abundant amounts of chatter colour his hazy vision of the scenery.

But his hazy vision starts trying to clear when a familiar shade of black enters the scene.

"…So, Diedrich, I- DIEDRICH?!" Bard's bottle-grabbing speech ends to a halt when Diedrich starts charging towards a dark-haired lady and her two-tone haired male companion.

"Beast, how could you do this to me?!" He grips on the raven's wrist, causing her to wince. "Vi-Diedrich! Diedrich, let go of me! It's hurting me!" A pair of hands tries to pry them apart.

Her two-tone haired companion gets in the middle of them, his eyes sharp with the intent of never letting Diedrich near her once more.

"What's the big idea trying to hurt my girlfriend, Bob?"

The words spur Diedrich to hurl towards the guy but couldn't get an inch nearer to him since Bard and Klaus stood to set the guy away from Diedrich. Klaus tries to ease Diedrich by gripping firmly onto one of his arms. "Your girlfriend? Your girlfriend!"

Beast shivers when Diedrich's gaze sets on her, his eyes feral and ready to attack. "What the bloody hell, Beast? You go back to being this guy's bitch when you haven't finished the deal with me?"

"Just who the fuck are you calling a bitch, mother-!" Before Beast's boyfriend could launch into an attack, Bard completely blocks him off. Beast latches on to her boyfriend's arm. "Dagger, please. Don't make this into an even bigger scene. We're taking our leave."

"But, Beast-" "We're leaving," Beast's eyes say. Beast's glance shifts from the sedating Dagger to Diedrich who still looked like he was on the heels of an attack.

"Diedrich, please stop it. You're making a great fool of yourself."

At the beck of Beast's words, Diedrich freezes. "Oh dear. Oh dear." Beast sashays over to Diedrich's side.

"You seem too drunk to remember we agreed on this, Diedrich. The deal's done. We're done. When it's over, it's over, so there's nothing else you should mull over by yourself," she says with a soft smile on her face. Diedrich looks at her eyes. He turns as limp, compliant, as the soft look her eyes give.

Everyone in the bar stops, Bard, Klaus and especially Diedrich, and stares at Beast for the miracle she has made to happen. Diedrich, the man who played completely on the offense, looks completely and utterly defenseless just by her look and her words.

Beast's gentle touch on Bard's arm makes him quiver and quake, setting Dagger free of his grasp.

"I hope you understand, Diedrich. If not, try to understand."

She lightly tugs at Dagger and sends the both of them on their way, out of the scene. "Goodbye, Diedrich," she says without turning her back. The image of their backs disappears into the darkness beyond the restaurant's door.

Everyone was silent, and then later an air of great awkwardness settles on them. The patrons try to get the mood back to full swing.

Klaus makes a low soft whistle. "Now, that's some stone-hard beauty you got there, Diedrich," he says, his voice low. It seemed more of a thought than a compliment to Diedrich. "She could've added my heart to the list of the boys she's kept keeling if I was your age."

"Tsk! That woman just slipped out right in front of me!" Diedrich shrugs off Klaus and shoves away Bard. "Let's just see if she doesn't understand what she just did to me!" he mumbles beneath his breath.

The restaurant patrons watch in stupor as Diedrich makes his way through the crowd.

Bard's still dumbfounded and Klaus just got out from his shock over the situation they found themselves in.

"Oh, shit! Diedrich, don't-!"

Before they could've stopped him, the bell on the door dings as though signaling Diedrich's flight in to the night's darkness.


The penthouse is filled with the howls of the wind against the windows.

Vincent flips a page in his book then flicks on the lamp by his side. Soft purring causes him to tear his eyes away from the page. He takes a glance at the mass of black fur that encircles his feet and pads to the side of his chair. Vincent goes back to reading the page.

"Lay your claim, Sebastian," he says without tearing his eye off the page. At the fall of his words, Sebastian springs onto his lap and curls into a ball. Vincent doesn't flinch, though. He flips to the next page and to the next till the wind blows onto the glass door of the balcony and the sound of rain hitting the sliding glass door echoes through the entirety of the penthouse.

Vincent breaks his sight of the page and marks the page with his thumb. He looks outside of the glass door. Cumulonimbus clouds loom over the sky like a great mystery, slowly but surely taking over everything.

Vincent eyes the sky for a while. He watches it make its way. He watches the rain start to pour. He imagines the people cursing the 'sudden' change of weather. He goes back to the page he marked with his thumb.

"Looks like God's punishment awaits."

- To Be Continued -

Yehey! This is my first time to dabble into something like this! Ahahaha! I want to cry. Read and Review :D Thank you :D