Chapter 20- Failure to Give up

Dark held out the change of clothes he'd been given to wear, they were hardly the most revealing clothes he'd even worn- but still he'd have been more comfortable with a bit more coverage- it had been bad enough when he'd had to have his measurements taken when he'd first arrived, measuring his crotch had been embarrassing enough- but no wonder the measurement was necessary when the clothing was this tight in that area! Just what type of jobs were they taking here?

Glancing over at the few other men who were also being interviewed for the job along side him, they were also changing into outfits they'd been given- but none of their clothing seemed quite as provocative as the trousers he'd been given.

He also wished he'd been given somewhere private to change- but as the man who'd presented him the appointed clothing pointed out- he'd have to get used to people, men and women, seeing him in various states of undress- or even being the ones doing the dressing since many of the outfits required assistance.

Dark wasn't too sure about this whole thing anymore- he'd never believed himself to be particularly shy before now... but this was definitely pushing him to the limit. Sure he had nothing to be ashamed of- he was quite proud of his looks- but still... maybe Krad had traumatised him more than even he'd come to realise.

Having reminded of himself as to what- or more precisely who- was waiting for him just outside the entrance for him, he changed his mind and started hoping the interview would last forever so he could avoid his stalker, maybe he could slip out of a back door once he was done here...

. . .

Dark still couldn't believe his bad luck- no this wasn't bad luck! He was being majorly screwed over by his ever annoying and increasingly persistent stalker!

There was Krad sat in all his glory in a chair in amongst the interviewers in the room Dark had entered whilst dressed in the required outfit along with the other men.

He suddenly felt even more conscious of how revealing the clothing was- it's not like he was expecting Krad to leap over the desk and molest him right here and then but... later he'd probably molest him even more- wait!

... If Krad was one of the interviewers that means... there is a very high chance that he had chosen the outfit especially for him! He was such a pervert- Dark nearly up and left right then and there but a sudden thought of Dai stopped him in his tracks- he needed this job, it didn't matter anymore he needed to get through this for his brother, no matter what! He looked Krad straight in the eyes, determination clearly shown there. Krad smirked back briefly- accepting the challenge.

Krad had been very curious as to what Darks reaction to his position in the company would be. He was amused to see the various emotions clearly show on his face; shock, puzzlement, anger, surrender and then- and this really excited Krad- defiance! This certainly was going to be even more interesting than merely being a means to an ends. Of course Krad believed fully that everything would go his way in the end, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of competition till then to liven up things.

This spirit is part of why he was so obsessed with the boy- he had serious guts and wasn't willing to accept the situation, even when the game had already been fixed to go against him.

Krad was going to win ultimately, so it did little good to resist.

The interview process seemed basic enough, and seemed to rely entirely on the potentials looks as opposed to qualifications or personality. This kind of bugged Dark- just how shallow was everyone in this industry? But if it meant his mind was free to wander and worry about other things than he could live with it, there were no qualification checks, no difficult questions about hopes and dreams, or their future careers. But after all beauty is fleeting, just how long could small- time model's career last?

He didn't think about it, it was way too depressing, especially considering everything else which had taken place recently. All that mattered was that he brought in money to support Dai and himself for the next few years and escape Krad's ever increasingly strong grasp. Even if accepting this job did mean he was somehow employed by Krad, he couldn't stop Dark from using the money as he wished. He'd find another job before this one was done, but one obstacle at a time for now.

Dark found himself in no way surprised at the verdict of the interviewers; he was one of the two chosen to be new models for the company. But one thing did surprise him; it seemed to not have been Krad's decision. The other interviewers were showering him with compliments and gushing about how well he was going to do whilst Krad kept silent, seemingly to be deep in thought.

Maybe he'd done himself a wrong by allowing Dark to be chosen for this type of job, there were various jobs in different companies of different calibre that he could have appointed him too. But he seemed to have made a mistake with this decision, and it had only occurred to him as he watched his fellow interviewers complimenting him, running their gazes across his body. Of course others would be captivated by his pet's beauty, why had he not thought of it? He managed to retain his calm demeanour or so he thought. But it almost broke as he saw all of the employees crowding around his pet, eyeing him, hugging him, congratulating him on entering the companies employ.

Krad carried the tray of tea out to the living room of the apartment, having finally composed himself enough to face the group again, but seeing them with their filthy hands all over his beloved pet nearly sent him into frenzy. But no, he couldn't do anything against them yet- so for now he had to endure seeing them hanging all over his precious Dark, while he 'calmly' served them tea. He could feel his hands shaking in anger as he held a cup out to each of the group in turn, he did not know how they were oblivious to his rage. He almost threw the boiling drinks over them just to watch them thrive in pain as their skin scorched and burnt, hell he may still do it, if they didn't cease their activities with his pet none of them would make it out alive. His fingers twitched at the notion but he managed to still them.

But all he could think of was the man who was making him do this...

And how he was going to fucking kill him!

As Krad saw a hand stray to Dark's thigh he nearly lost it, he was pretty sure his anger was showing on his face- he'd have been surprised if it wasn't. This had never been part of the deal, he was not willing to share his pet with anyone- not even these people, he didn't care anymore- he'd fucking kill them here and now, he'd deal with him later but for now making these people take their last breath of sweet air would suffice.

And screw the consequences; he was not above murder- far from it.

Daisuke practically flew back to the apartment to see his brother, the day had not helped by dragging its feet in passing almost deliberately, knowing his desperation for it to end. As he finally made it to the apartment door his key gripped tightly in a trembling hand, it took several attempts for him to guide the key into the lock and turn it but he hesitated in opening the door after. Who knew what lay beyond the door, he had tried to kid himself into believing that his brother would be fine, and everything had just been a big joke and would return to normal… but the cold hard truth of it was nothing would be the same again.

His brother was broken and Dai wasn't sure he or anyone else had the power to fix him… even Krad… No. He had to believe in the man who'd put so much into looking after them at their most desperate time. If he couldn't believe in Krad then it would be like giving up on Dark altogether, and that was something he would not allow himself to do.

A strong yet gentle grip on his arm surprised him.

He knew it was Satoshi, its reassuring squeeze told him that. Dai would not have made it through this day without his calming presence. Sighing deeply he leaned back to rest slightly on Satoshi's chest, whilst placing his own hand over the one still firmly gripping him.

'I need to relax, don't I.'

A nod from the boy behind him confirmed.

'If you don't you'll only stress Dark out more- you think it'll help him to see you worked up like this?'

Satoshi turned the boy around in his arms and hugged him.

'Just be the ever loving, care-free little brother, and he'll see that nothing has changed and that everything will be alright.' He pulled out of the hug to look deeply into Dai's bright eyes, shining with unshed tears. 'It'll be for the best. Can you do that for me- for Dark?'

Dai nodded fast and they fell into a deep hug.

Oh yes this story still lives :P and btw if you don't remember the brief hint about the whole Krad making tea thing, go take a reminding peek at the begining of Chapter 16.

Much love to everyone who's put up with my slow updates XX