Those eyes.

That day

It was almost noon and I had just left work for an early lunch. Let me be more specific, I work at one of the greatest band shops of all time, hot topic. I love seeing all of the different people that come into our shops. If you aren't familiar with the store, I can't be of much help with that. While I help stock everything and run the register the only reason I'm really there is because of all the black, it's my favorite color after all. It's the only real color I own. In fact, the most colorful thing about me is my hair, I'm always dying it a new color. Right now? Its a very deep shade of blue, it just so happens to contrast nicely with my silver eyes.

I walk across the street to the nearest barns and noble store and take a seat inside, picking up a book about bands and videogames, while almost being knocked out of my chair by the two best guys I had ever met, in my life. Adrian, who stands just shy of six feet tall with light lavender color eyes and hair that covers one of his eyes while barely being about to touch his neck. Today he was wearing his usual Bring me the horizon shirt and ripped skinny jeans, with a casual pair of biker boots, though he wasn't one really. In fact he drives a dark blue truck. I peek behind him to find my best friend and occasional protector, Dimitri, his eyes are silver too but the outside has a dark ring of blackish blue and the inside, just enough green to define his eyes from the rest of him. He smiles, pushing his crimson hair under his hat so he can look at me with both eyes, he's wearing a tight fitting black shirt and baggy style blue jeans, finished off with black and white convers that he let me draw all over. He's taller than Adrian, by about five or six inches and the reason I call him my protector is because he used to play football, till he tore his rotator cuff, then he found out that I was bullied so badly that I swear his sweet, caring eyes turned red before I knew what was going on. He's also a hugger, Adrian jokes around with me and says Dimitri likes me but I don't believe it, no one could really like me. In that way at least and defiantly not a football player.

We walk over to a quick burger place and all order cheese burgers with pickles and ketchup, with a side order of mayo and fries, we all hand Dimitri our mayo and he knows we want him to make fry sauce, I will only eat it if he makes it, it almost makes me believe in god because I am sure if there was one, it'd be him. You'll understand soon.

Adrian glances behind me to find himself stuck in a vortex or something, he sees this man, standing about three tables away and I'm assuming what caught my friend off guard is the fact that this man is beautifully tan and has bright golden eyes, yet something about him made me no longer want to eat my burger. In fact, it made me want to run into Dimitri's arms and start crying.

Adrian gets up from the table and walks over to the strange man, whispering how perfect he is and how sweet he could be and within seconds of conversation, Adrian has brought this man back to our table and I had never been more thankful for Dimitri to show up then right at that moment, he sets the fry sauce down, sensing that I am uncomfortable he comes over and hugs me from behind, and a part of me melts into his arms and I relax a bit and smile. He glances at Adrian and then looks at me. The strange man sits down on the near by seat and greats himself as Zaire and gives a big smile, and places his hand right next to Adrian's and eventually interlaces their fingers together.

The presence of Zaire has freaked me out so much so that I am shaking in Dimitri's arms and I guess he can feel it or something because he wraps his arms around me defensively and I can feel his muscles twitch and flex as I feel his heart beating in tune with mine and our breathing sync, as he calms me with just being in his presence. Zaire chuckles and the laugh its self is menacing, yet it had Adrian giggling with him.

I slowly make my way back to work, with Dimitri walking me the whole way and then watching him run out, probably to go to work which is about two or three blocks away. He's such a great guy. My thoughts are cut short by Adrian coming in and basically reading my mind but his thoughts are about his new boyfriend. Wait, boyfriend? Yeah, no. You heard right. Dimitri and I are pansexual, and Adrian is gay and apparently this new guy is bisexual and he's from Greece. I don't know why he weirds me out so much but I am glad that they are happy. Adrian talks to me about him until it is time for me to close the shop and then I tell him all about Dimitri on our walk to Dimitri's work, where I turn a very deep red when I see this lovely man of my dreams and then we talk about fandoms and ships until we reach the streets we have to split up on.

Adrian lives seven streets away from me and Dimitri and I are blocked by a fence in our back yards. My house is a boring yellow color while Dimitri's is a royal blue and yet his bedroom is black and blood red while mine is all black and gray.

I walk upstairs, into the attic and relax a bit while I see Dimitri climbing onto the roof to star gaze as usual. This time, his schedule was a bit off. He was behind by an hour or so and I can see his right hand is wrapped up in a white bandage. I work my way over to his house, though the branches of the connecting tree and sit beside him.

"Hey dude" I say, trying not to freak out over the fact that we're alone.

"Hey" His words come out flat an emotionless but I see the bruises already forming on his face from his "Loving" family, with out asking, I grab the arm of his injured hand and slowly start unwrapping it. I can see that his knuckles are bleeding and he bruised parts of his other hand.

"Why?" I ask, though it comes out as a squeak and he pulls me into his arms and holds me, like he never held me before, showing me his weakness and softer side and I tell myself I wont question anymore until he tells me.

He takes and deep breath and looks down at me, eventually pulling me away from him to where I can see his face.

"I will always keep you safe, no matter who they are" he says with this completely honest and confident tone in his voice, and I actually believe him. I hug him and he groans, apparently having more wounds that I haven't seen.

"Come with me now"
"I can't I'll get in trouble and they'll know"
"You'll be safer with me tonight, please."
"Okay" he nods and stands up, following me to my house and into my room.

Before I know what I am doing I take his shirt off to see that everywhere it covered is just like one big bruise.

I instantly cover my mouth and look at his shirtless glory, ever single defined muscle and every very dark to very fadded bruise that covers him.

Dimitri has his eyes focused on the floor and his breathing seems to be non existent.

I walk over to him, and catch a slight sent of his ax that must have been sprayed lightly over his shirt.

I place my hand over his heart that just so happens to be smaller than the bruise that was there. I'm honestly astounded with how powerful his heartbeat is every time this happens. I thought surely it'd be weaker.

I look into his sliver eyes that memorize me with all their colors and the strength and passion I see inside and I smile.

I tell Dimitri to lay down and rest as I hide his shirt and get him some water.

I walk back into my room and smile. There he is, laying on my bed, asleep, in just shorts as he holds my German shepherd in his arms and you can see a glimpse of his full back tattoo, which I thought he was joking about.

I put the water on the stand next to him and slip into the other side of the bed, next to my dog without waking them both.

I drift into a light sleep, excitement still coursing through my body as I realized that this is really happening and not just a good dream.