Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angels ❯ 'Fallen Angel' ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

Fallen Angel

Enzeru entered Saiyan Tales and walked to the bar. He sat on a stool next to a good-looking blonde wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette. He motioned to the bartender and as the tall blonde walked over, his eyes roamed the mans frame appreciatively.

"The strongest you have," he said and turned to look around the club. His black and green eyes narrowed in the darkness as he watched the display on the stage end. The muscular silver haired man turned with a grin and jumped off the stage as the lithe form of the
blonde seemed to emanate jealousy across the room towards a red head in the corner. The small man was sitting with a white haired man playing with a knife. Enzeru licked his lips, smelling blood from that direction. Both men were delicious looking and he had to tear his eyes away to move on.

His tongue flicked out of his mouth, the stud rubbing against his lips thoughtfully as he appraised each man.

All the men in the club were beautiful. He smiled to himself and turned to look at the man next to him. He was a fine specimen himself, tall and blonde, sensuous lips curved around the mouth of his beer bottle. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the things
he could do with those lips. His wings fluttered under his trench coat, leaving a few black feathers on the floor of the club. He turned and leaned his elbows on the bar, his shirt hiking up to show toned muscles, his pants slipping a little on his hips.

Enzeru sighed and continued his appraisal of the men in the club. Perhaps this is the place to get some action, he thought with a wicked grin.

Yohji watched over the rim of his sunglasses as a young man with silvery hair, streaked here and there with blue highlights took the stool beside him. He watched as the newcomer hailed the bartender and ordered the strongest drink the Club offered.

`Strong stomach or he must be looking to forget fast,' he thought remembering times he'd done that himself. He turned to look at the two dancers on the stage and noted that the silver haired man was walking away a smile on his face. The blonde was radiating anger but not at the retreating dancer, his gaze was directed elsewhere.

Yohji turned his gaze back to the man beside him, watching as he also turned his gaze from the stage, toward the same table that had been holding Yohji's interest since he'd arrived. He took a long drag off of his cigarette to cover his soft grunt of surprise and interest, as the man's tongue slipped out to lick is lips sensually, displaying it's piercing. He wondered what it would be like to play with that tongue, to have it caressing the inside of his mouth with that stud.

Then he had a thought that forced him to adjust his position on his stool and wish he'd worn a looser pair of his leather pants. How would that studded tongue feel as it worked its way over his painfully tight erection?

He grabbed his beer and tipped it up to take a long swallow trying to get himself back under control. He caught the silver haired man's gaze as he started to lower the bottle and was surprised by the jet black eyes with their green pupils. It was unusual, but no more unusual than any of the other oddities he'd experienced over the last several months. And honestly it was a strangely erotic combination.

The other man turned back to lean his elbows on the table giving Yohji a look at his beautiful profile. The ex-detective opened his mouth then shut it again as pictures of Aya rose in his mind. The hand wrapped around the bottle clenched in anger. To hell with Aya, he'd left them running off to god knew where, Yohji owed him nothing. And he'd be damned he spent two years mourning over a lost love again.

He opened his mouth to introduce himself when the bartender brought the silver haired man's drink over and set it in front of him. His attention was pulled away again hearing a woman's voice not far away. He ran his eyes over her appreciatively, but listening to her talk to the bartender decided he wasn't in the mood to deal with a possibly jealous partner. As he started to open his mouth again for an introduction there was a commotion over at the table he'd been watching.

The blonde dancer had slapped the redheaded waiter and was now proceeding to `play' with him even as he cut his clothes away with something he held in his hands. Since the redhead wasn't fighting back and the white haired man he was sitting with wasn't moving, Yohji stayed where he was and simply waited to see what transpired.

Stubbing out his cigarette he mimicked the other man's position and turned his head to look at him and extended a hand over. "Kudo, Yohji Kudo. So which one do you think is going to crack first, the blonde, the redhead or the guy with the knife?" he introduced himself and casually started a conversation that could be carried or quickly dropped according to whether the person beside him was interested or not.

Enzeru turned and smiled at the man beside him. He looked down at the outstretched hand ran his tongue stud against his lips once more before his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He reached over and grasped the mans hand in a firm grip and shook it.

"Baraku Enzeru," He said with a wicked smile. His eyes roamed again over the mans body appreciatively. He was even better looking from the front, he thought to himself.

He continued his appraisal back up to the mans eyes, and grinned wickedly. He brought the hand to his lips, and licked the palm, closing his eyes. "You humans all taste so sweet," He whispered, licking his lips. He released Yohji's hand and took a sip from his
drink.

He sniffed the air suddenly, the scent of fresh blood coming to him and heard the blondes shout of love. He looked in the direction of the table in the corner and snarled. The redhead was now holding the blonde in his arms who was passed out. Blood was dripping in pools onto the floor from the blondes' wrists.

Sighing, he smiled at Yohji and walked over to the men and set a hand on the redheads' cheek and smiled at him. He then turned to the blonde. Kissing his forehead, he muttered something in a language that only he understood and set his palms against the youths wrists. A soft buzzing was heard as his wings strained and fluttered against his coat. The wounds on the blondes' wrists began to close as Enzeru's lips moved against his forehead. A few moments later, the wounds were completely gone and Enzeru straightened his back. He looked to the redhead then the blonde.

"I really don't see what kind of release you humans think you will find in death, but the pain on the other side is worse if you take your own life. Tell him this when he awakens." He placed another kiss on the blondes' forehead and went back to the bar. He took a long
drink from his glass and turned to Yohji with a wicked smile.

"So, where were we, ne?"