Author's Crap: Hola!! I was playing KOF MI2 and just ate a big bag of sour Skittles and drank a liter of Mountain Dew! This fanfic came to mind!! I don't know why!! I hope you enjoy it!

Warinings: Um... It's yaoi... It's going to be explicit so, if you don't like that, then GTFO!! I don't want comments stating that it is yaoi. That is blatantly obvious...

Disclaimer: I don't own KOF... As much as I wish I did... I don't... Happy?

Soiree…

The red-haired older twin of two sat at a corner table in the crowded bar.

He glanced out the window of the bar. His eyes searching for he who could not be found…

He tuned out the business of the bar and picked up his beverage.

Pale lips touched the rim of the glass and sipped at the clear-greenish liquid. The sweet taste...

He liked sweet things… Snacking on candy or a sugary treat of some sort…

Soiree…

Alba shook his head, hair falling in his face slightly, as if this movement would clear the thoughts of his brother from his mind.

Coming to this bar had become a ritual for the red-haired king. Fate came here a lot when Alba and Soiree were still young. Alba's curiosity got to him so, he visited this bar often.

Noel began to wonder about the whereabouts of the man. Every time he asked, Alba gave him the same answer "Out…" and left.

Sighing he lifted his drink to his lips once more sipping the lime beverage. He placed back on the table. Only ice and the shredded specks of lime remained in the glass.

He saw out of his peripheral, two men coming toward him.

He didn't even so much as glance upward to make eye contact with the men.

The red-haired tanned male stood near the small table as a slightly shorter brown-haired man followed behind him.

"So…" The red-haired of the two leaned closer to Alba's table. "You here by yourself?"

Alba didn't even bother to look up at the two who disturbed his drink.

He remained unchangingly silent and his face remained where it was.

The tanned red-head's face twisted into one of anger. The brown-haired man noticed his friend's highly disgruntled features and tried to calm his severed nerves. He glared at Alba sharply.

"Hey!" His voice was firm. "He asked you a question, asshole!"

Alba didn't respond and instead motioned for the bartender to bring him another drink.

The tanned man saw this and bristled with anger.

A bartender rushed over to Alba's table apologizing for keeping him waiting. He placed the drink in front of Alba and dismissed himself. He didn't get too far for he heard a noise that sounded like breaking glass.

He turned around and saw the glass strewn on the floor.

"Hey!" He began to walk back to the table. "No rough-housing in the--!"

A tanned fist flew straight for his stomach. As it connected with his stomach, he flew backward a few feet.

The bar goers eyes were all on Alba's table.

It was then that he realized that it was time to leave.

He rose from the table as his chair scraped across the wooden floor audibly. He moved to turn around as a hand grabbed his shoulder.

He stopped in his tracks. A foolish move... A very foolish move indeed...

"Where ya going?" The tanned man with red hair said smirking. "I just wanted to have a little fun..."

The man licked his lips and slid a hand up Alba's neck and another to his waist. Its' destination was clear but was blocked by a red and black gloved hand.

"Hey!" The tanned man tried to pull his hands loose from Alba's body. "What the hell?!"

Alba turned around with a fierce glare. Even through his sunglasses, his stare could burn a hole through titanium. The tanned man gulped slightly. The brown-haired man remained calm. He felt a familiar presence about this man... He couldn't shake the feeling.

"Leave this bar." Alba commanded forcefully.

The tanned man began to grow irritated at Alba's arrogance.

"I leave when I damn well please!"

Alba sighed almost inaudibly.

"Then," He said cracking his neck. "You leave me no choice."

The tanned man didn't even see when Alba got behind him but couldn't dodge the attack in time.

"Conquering Lightning Blast!"

The tanned man fell to the ground as the lightning hit his body.

A multitude of bystanders crowded around the three fighters.

The brown-haired man watched the man fight and it all made sense...

"You... You're the guy I fought in Southtown..."

Alba turned his attention to the man. He took a minute to remember his face.

"The pyrokenetic, right?"

The brown-haired man couldn't believe it was the same man.

"Kusanagi." He extended his hand. "Kusanagi Kyo."

Alba was about to return the gesture when a purple fire ball came hurling toward him.

Kyo quickly sent one of his flames toward the purple one. The two neutralized and vanished. His eyes quickly set on the tanned man on the ground.

"Iori!" He called warningly.

"Save it! I'm gonna kick this bastard's ass!" Iori declared angrily.

Kyo shook his head at his friend's antics...

"I'll take care of him..."

He lifted Iori from the ground and put him on his back.

"Wait! Put me down! Kyo, you traitor!"

"Take care, Kyo." Alba began to walk toward the door.

He only got half of his foot in the door before a voice called out to him.

"H-hey!" Kyo stopped him. "What's your name?"

"..." He didn't turn around. "Alba Meira..."

Alba left the bar as silently as he came.

Kyo was left standing in the middle of the bar with a complaining Iori on his back.

Alba walked up the stairs to his flat switching on the light. Two creatures didn't approve of this and hissed angrily.

He realized his mistake and cut it back off. The kittens settled back down in their sleeping area.

He walked into the kitchen and straight to the refrigerator. He grabbed can of his favourite German beer and sat down. He tore the can open quickly and took a large swig of the beverage.

He sensed movement about his flat even with his senses slightly impaired. He placed the can down and prepared for whatever was there. A figure turned the corner and came face to face with Alba's fist.

Alba realized that it was not an intruder and pulled back before he hit the man. Noel grasped a wall for support as cold sweat dripped from his brow.

"...sorry..." Alba mumbled pulling his sunglasses off and returning to his activities.

"Where have you been?" Noel asked walking to the table.

"Out."

"I can see that!" Noel shouted. "I mean, where?! Specifically!"

"On St. Margarita street." He said bluntly not even bothering to look up.

"Oh, now you're just messing with me!"

"You asked..." Alba took a huge gulp from his can.

His cheeks began to tint a slight pink. It was very subtle but, he was beginning to feel a tad tipsy. The alcohol left him an uncharacteristically playful mood.

Noel was getting frustrated. Alba was just jerking him around for his own entertainment. He let his anger get the best of him.

"Hmph..." He turned around walking toward the doorway. "Soiree wouldn't approve of this..."

At the mention of his younger twin brother he paled immediately sobering up. The air around the redhead intensified with heated anger. He slammed the almost empty can down forcefully on the table and rose quickly from the table.

Noel saw these actions and quickly regretted his words. He didn't have time to regret them faster because Alba's foot connected with his face. Noel was sent flying into a nearby wall. A bit of the wall's plaster-like material fell to the floor.

Alba didn't even look in the man's direction and stormed off angrily to his room.

"I'm gonna kick that bastard's ass!" And enraged tanned man yelled.

Kusanagi Kyo was straddling his back applying a gel to his burns and bruises. He heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a stream of cruses. The green gel was being applied in a gentle manner but, it burned like hell.

"Iori..." Kyo made an attempt to clam the man down. "You can't blame him, seeing as how your own hormones got you into this mess."

As if on cue, he slapped a large bandage on the man's back. Iori hissed and gripped the pillow he was laying on roughly.

"You ass..." He growled.

Kyo just smiled slightly and began to clean more of his wounds.

"You love this ass." He slapped it smirking as Iori's face glowed a bright red. "Yeah, that's what I thought..."

"Sh-shut up..."

"So," the brown-haired of the two began. "You thought he was hot?"

The tanned man on the couch gave a "meh" before opening his mouth to speak.

"Before he blasted lightning at me!" Iori shuddered at the bitter memory of the lightning. "That is so not sexy!"

Kyo chuckled lightly. He remembered the man from the Ash chase. He also remembered his strength. The red-haired man had some crazy strength. Kyo didn't even get a hit on him. Who exactly was this man?

"And you?" Iori's voice snapping him out of his thoughts abruptly.

Kyo was taken back by this question. His face turned pink as he struggled to come up with a comprehensible answer.

"H-he was... Kinda... cute..." He mumbled it so lowly that Iori almost didn't hear him.

Iori looked back up at the brown-haired man straddling his back and smirked.

"You're gonna make me jealous." Iori pushed his lower half upward pressing against Kyo's lower regions.

Kyo shuddered and slid back unconsciously to the couch. Iori turned around carefully making sure not to aggravate his wounds and pushed Kyo all the way back kissing him passionately.

The brown-haired man moaned sub-conciously responding to the kiss. He felt however, as though something was amiss.

He'd had kissed Iori countless times before. Hell, he even had sex with the man. But, there was always something missing.

As Iori kissed him and fondled his body, Kyo's mind began to drift. Images of a man clad in red and black appeared. His ever present frown and red-tinted sunglasses on his face. His muscular body shone through his ironically thick clothing.

Kyo moaned as Iori slid his hand into his pants rubbing his hardening member. He had no idea when Iori even got to his pants, nor did he care.

He heard a button slide loose from his black denim jeans and arched upward allowing the tanned man to remove his pants from underneath him.

Iori hastily pulled the clothing down to Kyo's ankles with his underwear.

He smirked as he saw what his efforts had achieved. He wasted no time servicing the brown-haired man. Kyo's eyes slipped closed in pleasure as his mind began to drift again.

Alba... Meira...

As he and Iori made love his thoughts remained on that red-haired man with red-tinted sunglasses.

Alba Meira sat in his room in total darkness. He was still clothed in his daily wear. His features were disgruntled as he lay back on his bed in silence.

He thought back on Noel's cruel words... "Soiree wouldn't approve of this..." His face twisted in anger at the thought of his younger brother.

He rolled over on the side with the nightstand. Gloved fingers reached out for the photograph that sat on the stand. It was a picture of Soiree, Fate, and himself.

Alba smiled bitterly at the thought of them.

Fate, who was a father-like figure to the boys, was murdered. And Soiree... He disappeared at the King of Fighters tournament. No one knew where he was. Alba frantically looked for his twin but wound up finding nothing. Not a trace of his brother's existence.

His eyes burned slightly at this thought. What if Soiree really was gone? Alba shook his head fiercely and denied the possibility immediately.

He's not dead yet! The red-head thought while brushing his fingers across the framed photo. I will find him...

Alba placed the photo back on the nightstand and rolled onto his back. He began to think about the events that transpired earlier.

Kyo Kusanagi...A competitor in the King of Fighters tournaments. Alba fought him once, mistaking him for the pyrokenetic Ash.

An image of Kyo played in front of Alba's eyes. The fighter's muscular appearance was seemingly flawless. Earlier at the bar, Kyo wore a tight fitting, black, see-through fishnet shirt.

As he thought about the man, an idea came to him. He might know something about Soiree's disappearance. Alba hadn't tried contacting the former competitors. Alba would ask him next time at the bar.

He yawned stretching a gloved palm over his mouth which he regretted doing. The taste of leather settled on Alba's pale lips. The red-head removed the gloves and his sunglasses placing both items on the nightstand.

He began to grow drowsy and see his vision become cloudy. His eyes fluttered closed slowly as he snuggled underneath his covers.

His dreams of Soiree, he always dreamed about Soiree, and dreams of Kyo overtook his weary mind as he slept on through the night.

Author's Crap: I'm going to make this into a chapter fic. I know, I have too many fics to finish up but, this one just wouldn't leave me alone! I know this is one of those quite rare pairings... In fact, I think this is the first one in this section... I don't remember... Stay tuned for the next chapter... I'll get started eventually...