EASY PREY

Pity [GOOD ENDING]

Just a little closer...

SQUEEEAK

"WHAT THE FUCK-" Yoshikage jolted, dropping the necktie to the ground. His heart was about to burst. He slipped on the cat toy and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Diavolo lifted himself from the couch to look behind himself. Yoshikage was sitting on the floor, his hands covering his face.

"Yoshikage? Are you okay? You scared me-" Diavolo gasped when he saw him on the floor. Quickly, he put on his underwear and went to help him up. "Are you okay? Talk to me. Yoshikage." His tone was laced with honest concern.

As much as he loved his cat, Queen, Yoshikage wanted to kill it in moments like these. What the absolute fuck was his toy doing behind the couch?! Kira was livid. He wanted the rip the skin off that naked cat-

"Yoshikage? Did you hit your head?" Diavolo's worry was obvious. This man actually cared? Kira wanted to punch himself in the head. How could he fail so many times in a day? The alcohol was really not helping at all. His nerves were stretched to the maximum and before he knew it, he started crying. He felt like a failure. He wanted to pull his hair out and scream. This could not be happening to him.

"Yoshi, please- Tell me you're okay." Diavolo's pleading voice finally made it to his ears when he made Yoshikage uncover his flustered, wet face. He felt ashamed of himself, panicked even.

"I'm- I'm... okay. I'm just... too tipsy." He whispered before being pulled on his feet by Diavolo. "I'll go.. wash my face." Diavolo looked at him with sympathy before pulling him into a warm embrace. It was then when Yoshikage realised that Diavolo was stripped to his underwear. A drunk, kind giant hugging him a little too tightly to his warm chest.

"Okay, don't be long."

Yoshikage nodded before heading to the bathroom, leaning on the wall for support.

Once inside the bathroom, Yoshikage turned on the tap water and splashed it on his face, in hopes of bringing him back to Earth.

As he was wiping his face with a soft towel, he caught a glimpse of something dark on his neck when he looked in the mirror. He put the towel away and inched closer to the mirror, touching his neck ever so slightly.

"What is that?" He whispered to himself before releasing it was a love bite. He grunted in distress and pinched the bridge of his nose. His whole body was shaking.

This was supposed to be so easy... Where did I go wrong?

Yoshikage felt like he was losing his temper. How was he gonna get the job done if he already messed it up so many times? He felt hopeless. He felt like he missed his chance. Was it even worth it to try again?

He stood for a few moments, thinking about what he should do next. Maybe he should lay low for a while. Maybe today wasn't his day.

Once Yoshikage calmed down, he came back to the living room , to find Diavolo sitting on the couch, phone in hand. He was talking loudly, aggravated with whoever was on the other side. His demanding voice speaking in Italian and even though he didn't understand anything, it felt like he was scolding Yoshikage. It made him curious. What could Diavolo talk about at this late hour, on a Friday. Was it business or relatives getting on his nerves? He observed how he clenched the phone in his hand and how deep the lines on his forehead were when upset. He almost looked like a different person, eyes dark with anger.

Almost immediately, Yoshikage walked out and headed for his bedroom. He gathered his art supplies and came back to the living room when he couldn't hear Diavolo yelling anymore.

"Is everything alright?" Yoshikage asked as he placed his sketchbook on the coffee table, between the sofa and the armchair.

"Yeah. Just the usual fuss at work. Those idiots only make my life harder." Diavolo rolled his eyes before dropping his phone on the coffee table and laying in the original positing he was in.

"Sorry about that. Work can get stressful." What unfinished business could Diavolo have on a Friday, long past ten pm? Yoshikage was getting suspicious.

After sitting down, he finally had a breather. It was nearly perfect. Him, his thoughts and the model. This damned man that was pulling on his nerves without even knowing. Or did he?

"Are you okay now?" Diavolo asked, the frown on his face slowly dissipating. He had a short temper, mainly because of his subordinates. He propped his head up with one hand, while the other one was resting on his hip.

"Oh, yes. Sorry for that. Your wine got me a bit ... dizzy. I really didn't expect my cat's squeaky toy to be there." Yoshikage laughed shortly before taking a pencil in his hand. For a few moments, he just observed the man, how his naked body rested on the couch. How his hand was placed just above his sex.