A/N:
Hi guys!
I'm here my 2nd story!
(If you haven't read my other story, Love is a Disease, then I suggest you should now!)
So I hope you like this!
Pairings: RusxPru (unrequited/one-sided/forced[?]), RusxCan (unrequited/one-sided/forced), PruxCan (main)
Warnings: Matthew being his lonely self- Suicidal thoughts. Physical Abuse. Some blood and gore. Magical Powers and fantasy! Angst-y?
Summary: Relationships between Demons and Humans isn't outlawed, though, it's frowned upon. When Gilbert meets Matthew, he just thinks it's a regular one night stand. Matthew thinks this as well, but soon, the both of them want more. However, Gilbert can't commit to a relationship, knowing what he is. What will happen when another Demon wants revenge on Gilbert and takes Matthew? Would Gilbert just ignore it and crumble the relationship, or would Gilbert come and save Matthew before it's too late.
* I use both Gilbert and Matthew's Point Of View (first person). Others would be in second person (or third person, I always get those two mixed up).
* "(:: _Insert_text_here_ ::)" = Demon talking. No one else understands unless other Demons. I would use fancy text but this thing doesn't support it.
.:: Gilbert's P.O.V ::.
The wind blows harshly, causing people to stop and cover themselves from the sudden attack. The streets were as usually in the city of New York, crowded and I'm still annoyed at this. I would never understand why people choose to live here, in my personal taste. But in contrary, it was perfect. The populations here are much bigger than anywhere else. Smirking, I continued to walk.
I dig into my pockets and take out what I was looking for. It's a restaurant card. I look at the back and see the very same elegant handwriting I saw when I received it months ago. It sets a place and time. Obviously the place was the restaurant and the time was exactly 10:00. I looked at my watch.
9:42 PM
Another few more minutes and he would be there. It wouldn't hurt to have a few drinks at the bar. I turn over the card and look at the address. Making a turn, I glance up.
There it is.
From a few steps away, I could see the lights of the building vividly glow outside. Taking my time, I walk in from of the doors.
"Hello sir, welcome to Plaisir D'amour, do you have a reservation?" the woman smiles.
I nod my head. "Yes, at ten o' clock."
She smiles and nods, glancing at me then back at her reservation book.
"Yes Mr. Weillschmidt, Mr. Bonnefoy is expecting you. Please sign in your name." I take the pen and sign in. They're probably taking precautions. I chuckle to myself.
"Would you like to give me your coat?" She asks politely.
"Nein, thank you."
"He would be expecting you in the dining area." She said, pointing to the far left side of the restaurant.
Nodding to her again, I leisurely walk over. Slowly the lights fade and only a few lights brighten the room of the dining area.
Sitting in the bar stool, I place my coat behind it. The counter's rim give off a small light, but bright enough to show the person sitting in it their faces, from what I presume, and the lights behind the mass number of drinks and glass displayed.
"How can I help you, Monsieur?" a blonde asks.
My whole body tingles suddenly, and then the feeling quickly vanishes. I look at the bartender. He has a very light complexion, with long hair curling to his neck, with an unusual piece of hair that sticks out. He has a gentle face, a man with a good heart, I judge. His eyes are an unusual color for a human, a color of indigo and splotches of blue, with thin framed glasses complimenting with it, even amplifying its beauty even more. As I look again, his hair is slightly darker than blonde, more like honey.
I smirk, as my body relaxes and I lean forward.
"Some milk." I say, smirking.
"Right away, Monsieur." He smiles politely but gives a small giggle. His smile looks sweet, his pink lips spreading and showing an inch of his white teeth.
Speaks French, hmm...
In no time, the bartender brings in my drink. "Anything else?" he asks.
"Nein, no." I say and smirk at him.
With the bartender resuming his work, I slowly sip the milk. Looking back at him, I lick my upper lip, knowing I have a milk mustache and give him a sultry smirk.
The bartender blushes slightly, but giggles in amusement.
When is the pervert going to be here?
I didn't like waiting, even if I did come early. Drumming my finders on the counter, I continue to watch the bartender. He has a slight feminine body, but I can't tell exactly through his black and white uniform. I chuckle to myself as I sip more of my drink. This adds to my list of why I don't regret coming to New York.
"Well, how are you doing my friend?" a French accent appears.
Knowing who it is, I turn to see Francis sitting down, patting my back.
"Hello Matthieu, s'il vous plait, just some water."
Turning back to me, Francis smile widens. "Now what is this," he waves his index finger in a circular motion "That I am sensing?"
"I don't know what you're talkin' about." Taking the last gulp of milk from the glass, I motion for the bartender, Matthew, to come over.
"Yes?" Matthew is currently wiping a glass with a towel.
Before I can talk, Francis opens his mouth. "Matthieu mon amour, give this man beer instead!" Francis says, laughing. Matthew smiles politely and resumes his work.
"Now, you know what I'm talking about." He says grinning, turning back to me.
He is starting to piss me off. "Enlighten me."
He glances at Matthew, then back at me.
"When are you going to make your move?" Francis sips his water.
"I just came to this city, no need to start problems."
"Ohohoho~! What type of problems are these? You never seem to have any."
Now Francis started talking in our native language.
"(:: Just get on with it. He's just another fuck toy. ::)"
Matthew glances up, slightly confused by the alien words.
Laughing, I return in the same language. "(I'm not one of those prissy man whores, I actually act like a gentlemen. ::)"
Francis bursts out laughing. "(:: Since when is a Demon a gentleman? ::)"
"(:: You're really a hypocrite to say that. ::)" I take a small glance at Matthew and return my eyes to Francis.
"Oh s'il vous plaît." Francis says, switching back to French/English.
Matthew, finally snapping out of his awestruck between our conversations, hands me my alcohol.
How cute…
"Danke."
"So, Matthieu, mon amour, I would like you to meet my dear friend Gilbert Weillschmidt." Francis smirks.
I sneer into my drink. "You mean the awesome Gilbert Weillschmidt."
"Hello Mr. Weillschmidt, my name is Matthew Williams, nice to meet you." Matthew says, introducing himself and extends his hand for a handshake.
"The awesome Gilbert, at your service." I slowly grip his hand, shake it professionally and slightly brush my fingers against his skin before retrieving.
I catch a light blush on the boy's face.
"He just moved to New York." The prissy blonde sips his water, leaning back and smiling at his attempt of match making.
"Oh really? How do you like it here so far?" Matthew asks politely.
"Nothing much, but for one, it's too fucking crowed, especially the streets." I sip the alcohol slowly.
"Yes, that seems to be a problem here." Matthew laughs lightly.
His laughter is so adorable...
"Well, a friend of Francis is a friend of mine." He smiles.
"Likewise." I smile back.
From the corner of my eye, I see, no actually feel Francis smirk in delight with his plan. Francis, his head in his hand, giggles lightly.
"Would you like one of my cuisines?" Francis asks, sipping a glass of red wine now.
"I have to get going soon, so no."
Francis pouts and turns to Matthew. "Stingy isn't he?"
Matthew only looks at me and gives the same sweet smile.
"Fine, but don't think I'm paying."
Francis smiles and snaps his finger. Immediately, a waiter comes and takes orders from Francis.
"Your restaurant has been quite successful, hasn't it?" I ask.
Gulping down his wine, Francis repositions himself and his back is leaning against the counter. "That's a stupid question; my fine cooking can't go unnoticed!" He laughs.
The waiter comes back with the small plate. He places it in front of me and leaves. Not wanting to eat, I take a little bite of the shrimp type food.
"So Gilbert, how are you?"
Taking a gulp of the shrimp, I turn to Francis. His face looks dead serious, but with a small, friendly smile. Francis already knows what happened.
"Still awesome," I joke. "(:: But West has been doing badly since his last fight. ::)"
Francis nods sympathetically. Ludwig has been in fights with Ivan for some reason I have never understood. But as brothers, I quickly turn to hate him too, especially that one time he has captured me. Ludwig is in critical conditions, but he's slowly improving, also with the help with an Angel named Feliciano.
"(:: When are you going to make your move? ::)"
I groan at him. Is he still on my case about Matthew? Sure, I'm awesome enough to take anyone, but the last time I creeped around, I got hit with a frying pan from a crazy girl, who was crazy enough to carry a frying pan!
"You think the awesome me can't do it!" I growl.
Francis only chuckles in reply. "I never said that, Mr. Awesome…just that this feeling is starting to sicken me."
I look wide-eyed at him. I'm that noticeable? Glancing at Matthew again, my skin slowly tingles again. Why is my urge this strong?
"(:: Delicious isn't he? His sweet plum eyes, his soft kissable skin and don't forget about those lips! Wish I could have him! ::)"
I snarl at Francis, who puts his hands up in defense. "(:: I won't take him, I swear. Watch this… ::)"
"Matthieu aime, come here."
Matthew watts over with a polite smile. Francis leans over the counter and tugs on Matthew's curl. Suddenly Matthew's face brightens red and he starts shuddering. A little moan escapes his lips.
"F-Francis, I-I told y-you not to d-do that a-again!" Matthew squeezes his eyes as Francis releases.
"Isn't that cute?"
Yes, but not cute, sexy…
Still blushing, Matthew leans over and smacks Francis.
"No way to treat your boss Matthieu!" Francis says jokingly, rubbing his cheek.
"S-shut up! I told you not to do that again!"
I laugh at Matthew's words. Francis has done that before? I swallow the shrimp and take a gulp of the beer. Through laughing eyes, I could see Matthew's angry face.
"What's so funny?" Matthew crosses his arms.
"You should already know that this Frenchie is a huge pervert!" I laugh at the pout Francis gives.
"I can't help it! It's embedded in every French man's DNA."
Not amused, Matthew sighs and lifts the bar table and walks out. He runs his fingers though his hair and gives another sigh. "Keep laughing it off. My shift is over."
Francis whines. "Please don't leave l'amour, at least not alone with this scary German!"
"I'm Prussian to be exact!"
Francis gives a sarcastic laugh. "Prussia doesn't exist anymore, German."
"Well suck my five meters, French poodle."
I blush as I make the lamest comeback ever. Especially with Matthew here! On cue to thinking his name, Matthew laughs heartedly. His eyes close and his lips curl up to a smile. His head slightly swings back, his hair brushing against his shoulders and exposing his neck.
A beautiful, kissable neck…
"Oh wow," Matthew finally says, his laughing dying down now. "Well, I'll be going now. It was nice meeting you Gilbert." He brings his hand out to me.
I take his hand and shake it again and repeat the flirty action. Matthew blushes again, his eyes widening a little in shock, but then his face relaxes and he brings the back of his hand to his lips and smiles.
It's like he's accepting it.
My heart beats at the sight.
Ah I want to fuc-
"Revoir l'amour!" Francis waves his hand at Matthew. He continues this until Matthew leaves the restaurant through the back door. His face becomes serious as he turns to me.
"(:: You have to be careful now. ::)" Francis warns me.
I groan at his words. How many times is he going to tell me? Whenever I find a new person, he tells me to be careful. This happened last time since I fucked this Austrian. I gotten a little attached to him and started having feeling for him, but once he found out I wasn't human, he freaked out. I had to drag him to hell, literally, and get his memory erased. It made me feel so miserable because the times I spent with him were the happiest I ever felt.
"(:: Yeah, I know. ::)" I look back at my plate, the depressing feeling crawling back. "(:: It's just that this kid looks so fuckable! ::)" I laugh after my sentence, attempting to hide the sorrow from my voice. I never told anyone how I felt about that Austrian. Besides, they can't know the awesome me gets poignant! It's totally not in my rulebook.
Francis's stern face relaxes and he gives his usual pervy smirk. "(:: Yes he is, isn't he? ::)"
Francis is a Demon who lives off on fucking; of in other words, he's an incubus. There are many types of Demons. Some, like Francis, survive in the world by fucking people, others, drink blood. There is NO such thing as vampires. That is just stupid. Maybe that author Stephenie Meyer saw a Demon and was on crack when she wrote that shitty book, and defiled blood drinking demons. However, we do have powers, like control minds and that cool shit.
There are also Demons that live off on emotions. They hang around people who are happy or sad. Kind of like my brother, Ludwig. He hangs around this Angel, Feliciano because he has a high energy level. Speaking of Angels, there's no clash between Angels and Demons, so all those things you see on TV are idiotic. Like me, Demons have all the qualities, so we can choose which to live by.
Demons choose their humans when they get a zap feeling. It shows that the certain person would highly benefit them. Others don't so that's why you see rape crimes and killings involving blood, that or they're desperate and can't get any.
I wonder why Francis turned down a cute boy.
Oh well, at least I have a better chance to get into Matthew's pants.
.:: Matthew's P.O.V ::.
I let out a big sigh as I enter my beat up red car. It's still useful, but it looks like shit. Anyways, back to my sighing.
Today at work was not my good days. First, this guy comes to the bar and starts' hitting on me like this is a club! No sir, it's a classy restaurant. Second, I had to stay late, and lastly, it's when Francis brings his friend over.
He looked unusual to me. He has piercing crimson eyes, almost like a hungry vampire. To compliment those eyes, he has hair white as snow. It shocked me at first, seriously, who see's people with red eyes and white hair! Unless he was an albino. I've seen pictures of albinos and some of them are unattractive. But this man, Gilbert I think, is really…eye-catching.
And he flirted with me! It wasn't as disgusting as that man earlier at the bar, he just uttered stupid pick up lines, but Gilbert made me blush like I was back in high school. I haven't acted so flustered like that since then and I'm still single so it's a little unusual to me.
Francis and Gilbert were talking in a weird language. It's nothing I heard before. Their lips moved smoothly but their words were all complicated and creepy. It rather reminds of the movie The Predators, you know, when those aliens were talking.
Oh and Francis! I told him not to pull my hair! After a few days when after I been hired, he pulled it! Not just pull, but yanked hard. The result was me moaning loudly and shuddering. Thankfully, no one else was in the restaurant early, so he was the only one who heard. Yet, that doesn't make things better. Gilbert, a stranger, saw me like that! I smacked him like how I smacked him that day.
I slowly park into the streets. I guess there wasn't any traffic today, though thank god. I slowly walk up the stairs, my feet hurting me. I'm lucky enough that I got a job just straight out of graduating college. A classy restaurant for the most part. I don't want to be a bartender, hell, I didn't even study the arts of alcohol, but the pay is excellent, enough to keep rent out for at least a month. It's somewhat weird that I work as a bartender but I don't drink alcohol, well, not as much to know what the names are. I just choose what my friends are having.
I push the key to my apartment and barge inside. My feet really hurt, I want to sleep. I throw the keys into the bowl by the door and hang my jacket. I walk to my room and take off my pants at the same time. I throw my phone on the bed and take off my shirt. I'll clean up my clothes later but right now, sleep.
Just as I let the blankets consume me, my phone rings. Groaning, I stare at the artificial light that brightens the dark room.
Alfred F. Jones
What does my brother want!
I press the green phone on my touch screen and bring the phone to my ears.
"What Alfred! I was trying to sleep." I say annoyingly.
After hearing a few chewing and slurping, he finally speaks. "Nothing much," Another slurp of what I presume soda. "Just wanted to ask you something."
I lie on my back and rub my forehead. He can really annoy me, even when he isn't here. "Well, can't you wait until TOMORROW!"
Alfred gives his annoying laugh. "No it can't actually. I want to go to the club again."
I grunt in annoyance. He always asks me that, even though irritated, I still go. We bring a few friends, including Alfred, Arthur and me. Just like Arthur, I can't hold my alcohol and I get drunk easily, but it takes a few drinks for Arthur to get drunk. Thankfully, I haven't woken up with a hangover next to some in the morning.
"No! Last time I went, someone molested me." I was dancing with a girl I found and someone grabbed my ass. To add to the douche bag, he was grabbing both of our asses and asking us 'Do you ladies want to dance?'
Immediately I beat down the molester and Alfred came running over to the commotion screaming 'The hero will save you Mattie!'
"You should've thanked me for saving you, but don't worry, that's what heroes do." Alfred continues to chew.
"Can you stop eating and talking on the phone? Besides, what are you eating?" I ask. I wish Alfred would stop that. Every time he calls me, he always is eating something. I think he's starting to get fat, though, I don't want to tell him.
"I'm eating McDonald's. So are you going or not? Don't worry; it's a new club this time."
It's kind of ironic that I'm working as a bartender and I'm going to a club. I rub my eyes and sigh. It would've been better if Alfred told me this later.
"Okay okay, sure. When?"
Another slurp. "Next, next weekend. Are you free?"
I imagine a calendar in my head. Okay I have work as usual and my career training. I studied photography, but I'm still having trouble finding a job for it. My weekend looks good, well free at night.
"Yeah I'm free. Tell me more later. Bye." I hang up and completely shut off my phone.
The feeling of loneliness slowly seeps into me. Alfred and I don't talk as much, and I don't have a lot of friends. I'm just invisible to everyone, unless they want something from me. During my younger years, I even thought about suicide, but I'm over it now. I gotten used to the invisible feeling.
I hope this club isn't as crazy as the other one.
Important:
Okay I'm going to repeat all of the Demon things.
For now I have only 3 types of Demons.
1) Incubus:
- To survive on Earth, they have sex. Some need it more than others and some just like doing it and don't care how many times they do.
Francis: is a full incubus.
2) Energy Level/Emotions:
- They hang around certain people with certain energy levels/emotions. It can be both Positive and Negative energy level/emotions.
Ludwig: He hangs around Feliciano because he has a positive energy level and emotions.
These types of Demons aren't dangerous, but they still have powers like any other regular Demon.
3) Drinks Blood:
- They are NOT vampires. Vampires like Twilight are gay.
Demons have ALL of these traits. Either it's evened out or they choose one over the other.
Gilbert: Is like this. He has all three and it's balanced. He is free to choose any of these methods on humans.
I'll add these little note to each chapter if necessary, instead of just dumping it on one page.
A/N:
Did you like? This isn't a story I'm fully focused on, but I'll add chapters when I can.
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