So yeah, again I tried to write something. I'm pole, wódka and kiełbasa. I hope this story will be great and interesting.

This is story mostly about Dark Spiritshipping = Haou/ The Supreme King and Possessed Johan/Jehu.

I really try to make an attempt for longer story and it is the first time I will write something more than 3 chapters. So wish me luck! :)

I also appreciate reviews and ideas (you can share it with tumblr pm or something).

Oh, I also should point out: AU, OOC, language. Don't like don't read.

The main idea came from Pitbull's song "Hotel Room Service". I don't usually listen to that kind of music but it inspired me so...

God, I nearly forget! Many thanks to people from tumblr:

.hane-kuriboh for supporting and giving me ideas

.jehuanderson for offering help and encourage

.soulgust for pointing out my mistakes and appreciating my works

You're great and I'm glad that you wanted to help me! :)

Have fun ^_^

Loud music was filling the whole dance floor. People didn't make it easier - there were many noises that this normal, calm person couldn't bear with.

"Why I am here, again?" could have asked himself Haou. He was as cool as a cucumber, but yet a bit annoyed. He was cleaning the counter while some guy was trying to speak to him.

The stranger wanted to dance, but the answer was an irritating ignorance.

"Oy, I asked you" he noticed the ignorance with a neutral tone.

And then he met the golden eyes in which was the answer which he had been looking for.

The answer.

Deep and cold.

Hell no.

The guy blinked several times and then walked away being confused and scared at the same time.

Haou was angry at himself. Why he had to bring that fantastic book of Hugh Laurie called The Gun Seller instead of saving money and paying for the last day in hotel room? If he wasn't that-

"Hey sweetie, wanna dance?"

Oh, for the Love of God!

Haou did his 'Look of the Iceberg' and then the other guy had vanished. He luckily got rid of him.
It was his sixth potential lady-killer? Or he should called him the 'boy-killer' because today he was working at the bar to pay his debt, in which was The Freedom Rainbow Day settled? So everybody on the dance floor were supposed to be bi or at least gay.

"Oy, you"

Haou had a glance at his superior, but didn't answered.
He was too calm, it somehow bothered the older one. The brunette seemed to creepy him by the way he was presented himself to everybody.

It was a mask?

"Yes?"

Or it was his normal behavior?

"Now… you can have a break, because all rum had gone and we need new supplies. So be near when we come back, there will be many customers, 'kay?"

Haou again, didn't reply. But he understood the order, quite well. He wanted to stay calm all night long. He nodded and then took a hike through the hall. He also had taken some shoot with him. He wanted to drink something, but there were no water nor something non-alcohol after all. The teenager wanted to quench his thirst so baadly.

The hall was near dance floor but it wasn't that loud place. He could rest a bit. At least…

"Leave me alone!" yelled the young pretty blonde girl in shiny white uniform. She was shouting at some raven boy, who was wearing similar outfit. He was drunk. Really drunk.
"T-Tenjoin-kun… I-I'm sorry." He whispered as she gone.

Hetero couple. Today rather rare view. But still.

The drunk boy reeled, but somehow managed to walk into the elevator. Haou was staring at the whole situation, but rather because he hadn't better things to do. His shoot was interesting only for 2 minutes. So when the couple had disappeared, he felt a bit bored.

"I told you so."

"Sure whatever."

Then two man came. They were heading for the dance floor. Well, their black casual clothes had been saying so. They passed Haou, who was leaning on the wall being totally not amused.

"Kaiser, look. What a cutie." The other brunette noticed the younger.
"Fubuki, please…" he said it very quietly, but yet with a touch of irritation. He wouldn't piss off this time. He promised it to himself. Do no freak out on The Freedom Rainbow Day…

"But look at him, and… oh. He is the in the hotel room service." he noticed the badge on his chest as he said it. "That's great opportunity…" Kaiser did a classy facepalm. That Fubuki guy also dropped too much to drink.

"Let's keep him, shall we?"
"Better not."
"But whyyy?"

Finally, Kaiser managed to exchange glances with Haou. It was frightening experience.

Gold versus Bottle Green.

Fuck.

Kaiser grabbed Fubuki's hand.
"Let's just go."
"But-"

His friend wanted to know why he made this decision. The answer was in those eyes. He tried to have a look at this gorgeous golden eyes.
"GYAAAAGAJAGAKAKA-!"

…He ran away that quickly, that he raised a cloud of dust. Kaiser signed while he kept following him being still embarrassed.

Haou smiled to himself in his mind as he had closed his eyes. He was alone, the supplies will be at few seconds and he could have this damn rest. He leaned his head on the wall. Thank Goodness. He could no-

As he opened his eyes he met amber one.

Amber eyes.

His golden eyes widened.

What the fuc-

Young, hot and wild. Totally not his type. And, of course, drunk as fuck.
And this outfit… Seriously, if it could speak, it would say something like: "Hi there, gorgeous. Wanna hang out? I'm looking so sassy and also my shirt is opened."

Wait, Haou did noticed his open shirt?

Oh, whatever.

Sadly, the stranger didn't open his mouth nor say anything.

But, seriously? All right then, one more "Dead glare" won't hurt…

And the glares contest began.

What the fuck?! Why is he staring at me like that? What the hell it is?

Is that what people called lust?

Haou blinked twice. He wanted to wake up, it was a very bad dream. Nightmare, that's for sure. Unfortunately, it wasn't. This guy could easy avoid his cold, lifeless stare. Unbelievable.

"So you find me hot, huh?"
"What?" the brunette could nearly choked by that word. He rarely speak, but he found his voice very quickly.
"You. Find. Me. Hot. AS FUCK."
Haou did a long laughter.
"Who the hell say so?"
"Your glare at me and my body?"
He ended the conversation in one ironically word:
"Funny."

No, it wasn't funny. Why his stare didn't scared this blue screwhead? Well, whatever. The supplies should had been delivered now. So Haou could ignore the guy, who had bothered him.

He slowly passed, but after that he stopped immediately. It wasn't his choice. His hand was grabbed very tightly. He was shocked, that he couldn't set it free.
Another meeting of amber gold thing.

…

Haou didn't want to lose self control. "What?" he said it roughly.
"You and me. Dirty dancing. Very dirty dancing." smiled the bluenette.
Haou did another creepy laugher. "Here." He pointed his hand at his forehead "Impact here. Very hard. Maybe, it would help. Not guarantee."
"Playing unapproachable, huh?"
Haou did the second the 'save my glorious hand' action. Didn't work. Crap. He didn't move. He wanted to put up a resistance, somehow.

"Oy, you."
Thank God, the rescue. How long it could take?
"Hm?" he moved.
"We delivered all supplies, but unfortunately the boss said you should now move to the clearing up department. We should manage to serve, anyway. So go to the reception desk and ask for some keys to the rooms, 'kay?

Today is totally not his day.

"I didn't see that coming. That's right, you have special badge on your chest. You're in Hotel Room Service. All right then, if you don't want to dance, you can come with a visit to my room."

Oh no, he didn't say it all loud.

He didn't.

He did.