Ha! This is my first shot at a romance. I hope you like it!

I own none of these named characters.

Being nobility could be quite boring at times. A tall man sat in a lush velvet chair, twirling his long golden hair and staring out the window. Funny, the man mused to himself. Everyone seems to want to be of noble blood, but nobody realizes how boring it can be. It's quite ironic. There was a knock on the large double doors leading to the sunny room he was in, and he stood up, his yellow eyes focusing on the door. "Come in," he said.

"Master Krad." A butler walked in, bowing. "It is about time for supper. What would you like?" Krad thought for a minute, and suddenly thought of a way he could eat and alleviate his boredom at the same time.

"I think I'll eat out today," he replied. The butler bowed and set to work preparing transportation for his master.

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Krad looked at the stuttering man before him with interest. The second he had walked into the restaurant, the manager had materialized, and was attempting to offer him the best table. Krad patiently let him stutter his way through the offer, nodded in agreement, and was led to the table. He sat down, and the manager managed to ask him, stupidly, if he wanted anything. Of course I want something, Krad thought. I want food. Why else would I have come here? Instead, Krad simply said this: "I wish to be served by your most beautiful waiter."

It was time to play a game Krad liked to call 'hit on the waiter'. He liked to play this game whenever he was bored. The manager would bring out a beautiful woman, whom he would then flirt with and occasionally take out for a drink or two afterwards. It was a cruel game, for he generally dumped the drunk woman on the doorstep of wherever she lived and leave her, but it was entertainment. He had thought of some horrible pick-up lines just for the occasion, that any woman would swoon over. So, of course, all of these became useless when he discovered the waiter sent to serve him was male.

The boy couldn't have been older then seventeen, which made him a bit younger then Krad. The waiter's uniform displayed his tall, thin frame nicely, despite the massive amounts of fidgeting. Purple bangs hung over his face, partially concealing his amethyst eyes, and some parts in the back reached past his shoulders. He seemed to be shaking slightly, but his eyes were clear. When he spoke, his voice was unwavering, and sounded to Krad like the deep toll of a church bell. "May I take your order, sir?"

Krad hesitated. The boy was indeed stunningly beautiful; he was prettier then all of the woman he had played this game with in the past. He thought for a minute before deciding to go ahead with it anyways. There was something about this boy that captivated him, and he had to find out what it was. "What would you recommend?" Krad asked, flashing a charming smile.

"Uh, well, whatever's the most expensive, I guess..." Krad looked at him in surprise. "I-I mean..." the boy stammered, blushing. "The lobster is very good."

"I guess I'll have that then," Krad replied, smiling again. "Thank you..." He glanced at the name tag on the boy's suit. "...Dark." The boy bowed quickly and left. Hmm... Krad thought to himself. This could be interesting...

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"Would you like to go have a drink with me?" Krad asked, flashing yet another charming smile. He had continuously hit on the boy throughout the entire evening, but he seemed to have taken it more as an offer of friendship then anything.

"Okay," Dark replied, grinning. "I'm off now anyways."

Krad stood up, "Let us go, then." He payed for the check, and then they left. Krad took them to his favorite drinking spot, a ritzy joint not far from then mansion where he lived. He ordered them both drinks, and within five minutes, Dark's speech was already slurred. Poor boy, Krad thought. He probably hasn't had a drop of alcohol in his life. "Where do you live?" Krad asked, preparing for the inevitable dump-off.

"Hunh?" Dark moaned. "Oh, I live by mahself down that there road," he said unhelpfully.

"Uh..."

The alcohol told Dark that this was an invitation to tell Krad his entire life story. "Meh parents died when ah was young," he began. "Killed by a mahn. That's that."

Krad looked at him. "Bartender," he signaled. "Can we get some more drinks?" He figured that Dark would pass out soon, but he still had no idea where he lived.

Five more minutes later, Dark was dead drunk. He was slouched over the counter, eyes half open, mumbling something about when he was a child. He looked so helpless, it sort of made Krad feel sorry for him. Dark turned to him, hie eyes suddenly full of fear. "W-what ahm I gonna do? I've got no place to go!" Krad realized, with a start, that he was telling the truth. This beautiful young man was alone on the streets; he could tell from the expression on his face that it wasn't the alcohol talking this time.

All of a sudden, Krad felt an immense attraction to the boy. He's totally plastered... he figured. He won't remember a thing... "It's okay," Krad whispered, gently gripping Dark's chin with his hand. The boy was shaking all over. "I'm here..." he said soothingly, and then he pressed his lips to Dark's.

A small moan came from Dark's mouth. Krad pulled him closer, hugging him protectively. What are you doing! a part of him screamed. He's a GUY! The rest of him realized, with a start, that he didn't care. He simply help Dark until his shaking ceased and his body went limp. He then lifted Dark into his arms and carried him out to the car. As he slipped into the backseat, the driver looked at him curiously. "He's a friend who can't hold his alcohol," Krad lied. The driver turned and started the car.

The car sped along the road, and Krad looked at the prone figure in his arms. "What have I done..." he whispered, softly stroking Dark's cheek. "What am I going to do..."

TBC!