DRAMAtical Murder [Bunnies love too]

Pretty boy

After Noiz and I were done with cleaning up our..."Mess."
He went back to work and I moved back to my previous location on the couch. As Noiz quietly ticks away at his computer I sit patiently awaiting for him to say something.
While twirling my thumbs around I look a little flustered over my shoulder at him.
He had caught my eye and slyly smiled at me with his smug ass grin.
"Why do you want to sit so far away?" He asks still holding his winning grin, I shrug and turn away fast so he won't see my messed up blushing face. Just as I was going to seep deeper into my sulking state the door clicks, and that man walks in flashing me a passing glare.
Great.
What did I do? I don't recall doing anything to piss him off.
Other than...
No no no no! Is he mad because he caught me and Noiz... doing that?
Maybe he's a homophobe...
But I'm not a homo.
Am I?
Well Noiz is a guy and I'm a guy, and we both have sex with each other.
But that doesn't make me gay does it?
Well I don't just have sex with Noiz I also love him, and he loves me, right?
Shit now I'm really thinking about this!
In a deep thought and a clutter of inner turmoil a headache forms in my head. The man who still remains anonymous to me stands in front of Noiz's desk with his hands on his hips acting as if he were incredibly dissatisfied.
"Noiz, are you done with those papers I needed?"
Noiz grabs some papers and hands them to the man.
After receiving the documents the man leaves, but before his fingertips brush the handle he looks to me and calmly says "by the way hübscher junge my name is Hans Steiner"
"Tch!" Noiz clicked his tongue at him after that remark.
The man smiles a devilish grin at me before leaving.
"Noiz what did he say just then? what did he call me?"
Noiz put his hand over his mouth and scowls at his computer.
"Noiz?" I try to get an explication.
"He called you pretty boy, tch, this douche."
"What? Seriously? I thought that guy hated me, I thought he was a homoph-"
I stop myself mid sentence and turn away again.
Noiz cracked his knuckles, scooted his office chair out, walked toward me and grabbed my hand and lead me out.
"Come on, Aoba we're leaving, my works done."
"Uwah, Noiz wait a min-"
He stops and looks toward me with an angry expression.
"Noiz?"
He pulled me close to him and whispered into my ear-"don't go near that guy he's bad news."
He walks the rest of the way to the exit in silents but I'm still befuddled.