Fuck, He was already tired of this week's series of annoying, inane questions.

Those idiots with their dumb interrogation of, “Where have you been on blah, blah date?” For the 40th time, he was here and there. Hide just wanted to tell them to eat a dick and ditch, but there was one thing that stopped him.

Other than the armed guards outside the room.

Both he and Carole knew these creeps were keeping Loukas somewhere. He knew keeping around those tiny earpieces under his tongue would be worth it.

Only now they had somewhat of an idea of the location. Somewhere in this hall would be a room. Within that room would be Loukas, either unharmed or messed up. Hide felt an odd chill go down his spine as he thought about the young man. Something was wrong, but he could not quite put his finger on it.

He waited as the questions today drawled out from the interviewer. He was at this point not even paying attention. It was already noon and that little party he was invited to would start at around 6 pm.

Carole better finished what she was doing because he felt everything but patience at the moment.

“By the looks of your records, you were previously under investigation for suspected arson, theft and illegal prostitution. Care to explain one more time the entire situation behind it?” asked the lady in a red formal uniform and black belt. This was probably the 1001st time she had inquired about his criminal record.

Dumb bitch.

Prostitutes at least get paid.

Hide shrugged his shoulders, “Eh already answered that lady. You’re too young to be getting Alzheimer's.”

He of course was not doing himself any favours as the woman looked like she had half a mind to "show him his place."

He was not going to be anyone's bitch anymore outside the bedroom. He rather anything else in the world than lose the one thing he knew this crappy place wanted to take away from him.

His pride.

His pride is the one thing he would die clutching on to. He did not beg for his home and a place to stay, he just allowed the creep to do whatever he wanted until he got the chance to put the old bastard down.

He did not make himself a cute little pet for better treatment when those idiots sold him out, and now for the first time in a long time, he was free to do as he liked.

He would not play a cute goat boy for her.

She hissed through her teeth, “Hildmire-”

“Hide, lady,” he corrected. That was his name, not some fancy BS. He tilted his head to the side in a faux sense of innocence and said “Anyway, I have somewhere to go right now so can I leave?”

Damn their systems are old, Carole got him access to the CTV Cameras a nice while ago. He should be praised for his amazing instructions on that.

It gave him a pretty good idea of where they may have dragged his boy. They just need the time to ditch this place.

The woman gave a little scoff at his correction and said, “Mr Presont... I would have to take you into some more intensive questioning before I could let you go.”

He did not like the way she said intensive, not one bit.

However, just as she approached him and he was ready to get the hell away…

The sharp point of a knife poked through her chest as the spot grew increasingly red with blood. She coughed and sputtered in shock before collapsing onto the ground.

Before she could let out a scream for help, a swift slit of the throat silenced her, and she knew no more.

His black-winged angel took out a cloth to wipe the dripping knife with her usual air of indifference.

Although he would never admit to her face. True carpenter’s dream... flat as a board. But ... a fun friend to have around.

Carole turned her purple eyes to him as the corner of her lips tugged into a smile.

It was so odd seeing her smile unsettling even. If he was, to be honest... She scared him sometimes... Especially now.

But he was not some coward.

“Hmm, ready?” she asked, he was now aware blood seeped into his shoes. She must have got through a lot to get here.

“Ugh, Carly you took sooo long I was literally dying here,” He whined as he took up his jacket and put it on his person.

Close enough to be a traditional friendship but with a lot more animosity and mutual dislike.

His favourite.

She must have had enough of his malingering was already making her way out of the room into the hall.

“So… about Loukas,” they were at the corner of the hall and spotted two guards, and signalled him with a wave of her hand.

He raised his gun and shot guards dead the two looked around to make sure no one else was going by.

“Eh as long as kill off those assholes we can sneak in see how’s he doing and play princess rescue,” He said. Someone came by and before he knew what was happening, he received a headshot by Hide.

Carole tilted her head as he smirked at his aim, “You know those things are loud…”

“And their fun Carly Warly.”

“We still have that poisoning plan to do before 6 pm…” She looked towards the stairs, “They trust me, I’ll enter the kitchen and slip in the poison… that cook thinks we’re friends, anyway. You’ll find Loukas and report how he is.”

The ‘ditch them without warning plan’ always felt painful. But now it was unbearable to consider what he was planning to do earlier.

Hide already with his phone with a map on display said, “Fine fine whatever I’ll be white knight this time for that guy.”

Carole gave him a brief nod as she was about to head back out. She then stopped, turned to him and said, “Oh, and maybe this time you'll admit your crush…”

Blood splattered every corner of the once previously immaculate white room staining it red. Guts and organs littered the floor, some of which still spewed out blood.

Hide saw not a single living soul in the room that could have held decent 30 people. All that indicated their once mortal presence was their flesh and torn, mutilated remains. As if some wild beast found its way inside and devoured everyone.

One pile of meat was an unrecognisable lump with a pair of cracked and mangled glasses that laid on the floor.

Hide flipped her off from behind her head as she added, “It's embarrassing to watch” as she left, leaving Hide by the cooling bodies.

He wanted to be free.

But he can not leave him in whatever state Loukas right now may be in.

He eventually found the room and used that key he stole off a dead staffer to slowly opened the large door of wood and metal.

The door, with a long creak, opened up.

The blinding lights and oppressive whiteness blinded the short goat-man forcing him to squint. Over time his eyes got used to the room, and the shapes began to appear and become more defined.

His nose was then attacked by an iron meaty scent that permeated throughout the room and almost caused his eyes to water….

The image grew clear and a nightmarish sight was before him.

As Hide slowly crept through the room, hand on his pistol, he finally saw.

That.

The scene was Finished...

...By him...

That tall, bulky, handsome soft-haired boy with a sharp tooth smile and a crappy necklace.

His previously white shirt was torn into nothing, revealing the iron muscle and multitudes of scars. His feet were bare as one of them stood on top of the chest of a middle-aged man. To call those appendages feet was a stretch. They were now mostly red twisted flesh with three long metallic claws. His forearms and hands were the same twisted flesh with metallic claws. His body was cover in many red eyes

The older man's whole right arm was missing from his side and Hide's terrified gaze found it between Loukas’ sharp tooth maw.

Were... Were his teeth sharper now?

Loukas glared hatefully at the pathetic shell of a man below his feet.

Hide could only stare as the middle-aged man shouted and screamed at Loukas as he applied an increasing amount of pressure upon his chest with his barefoot.

“You're getting off on this... St-ARRRG!!!,”

Loukas spat out the arm and kept on putting even more pressure as his smile grew wider and wider. His red eyes now devoid of that slit iris met Hide. An outright feral gaze and Hide sunk to the ground in shock at what he was seeing. His unfortunate instincts caused his muscles to go stiff and refuse to move at his command.

For a moment Loukas ignored the man’s screaming and paused as his previous gleeful gaze gradually dissipated the longer it stayed fixed on Hide.

Only now Hide began to notice, the fleshy things on the ceiling and all over the room were actually tentacles... Attached to Loukas.

The two men stared at each other for what feels like years until Loukas said with grim finality, “He wanted to hurt you... Hide... all they wanted was to kill you.”

He tilted his head and in a voice and tone, he never heard from him before he said, “I would never allow that...”

His foot went through the man’s chest in a splatter of blood as the man screamed and gurgled until the very end. Loukas’s hand grabbed at the hair on the man’s head and pulled.

He pulled and pulled, ripped the head off, tearing through ligaments, meat and the spine connecting them.

It was for him…

He was doing this for him…

Loukas gave the head a look, a blank empty look.

“It was that easy…” he muttered.

He held the head close to his face as if he would have kissed it. Hide hoped he would not.

Thankfully, Loukas might have some decency left as he dropped the head limply on the floor with a wet thunk as tears welled up in his eyes. Hide coming out of his instinctual daze felt a few simple feelings…

He was scared...

And...

He loved him…

Loukas enamoured him. He had always had.

He captivated him.

And now... despite what he is and what he has done......

Hide still loved him.

“Wh-what... what have I done,” he said as he clawed his nails on the side of his face leaving three red open gashes as he began to hyperventilate.

Hide approached him.

Loukas wild eyes went onto the tiny goat-man as he let out a sorrowful chuckle as his nails went deeper. He bent down to meet him at his height.

“I’m sorry.... so disgusting...I'm sorry... sorry...”

The man was babbling. Hide put his hands up, cupping Loukas' face making sure to even cover his self-inflicted wounds. Hide said back as firmly as he could, “You’re perfect in every way... Only idiots would find you gross or bad or any dumb shit... I never found you disgusting … You’re beautiful Loulou… You’re the most precious person I had ever met.”

Hide did not quite know where this came from other than his own true thoughts and his desire to calm Loukas down.

Loukas stared at seemly contemplating his words.

Before Hide knew what happened, Loukas suddenly pressed his blood-stained lips on him. Hide was at first surprised but he simply pressed back, even more.

Loukas' hands proceeded, as if they had some desperate need, to caress Hide’s body. His back, lower on to his ass, toying with his tail. It progressed to an even naughtier touch by slipped a hand or a tendril, under his shirt onto his bare chest. He even went as far to slip in his now longer tongue to wrestle with Hide's own as he tasted every part.

Hide tasted sweet vanilla and warm blood. Damn it, even his kisses were sweet.

Hide closed his eyes and enjoyed every second of this erotic kiss and was sure if he had not pulled away Loukas would have accidentally caused them both to fall onto the floor and probably progressed to the main course. Loukas' hips were already grinding up against his own making Hide realise by the growing bulge just how excited Loukas was from this.

He should have been at least weirded out by this excitement giving the circumstances…

But he honestly did not care.

Loukas let a gasp break free of the kiss with his face flushed with the passion he just exchanged. His hands and black tendrils are still feeling Hide up under his shirt wanting to keep going.

He was that pent up about this.

He really wanted him around.

... He... He loved him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” He said hands moving away and he licked his lips, “You just tasted so good and I.. I.”

Hide held his hand before he could move it away, “I know, I know. Loulou.”

Hide got on his tiptoes, his face too was very red as he looked Loukas in the eye and said playfully, “That was a lot better than what I usually get… Thank you, ..” He let a teasing smile grow on his face, “never thought you would be the fan of some tongue so early, horny boy.”

Loukas arms wrapped around Hide’s small back as he held him oh so tight. Hide felt the taller man shudder.

Was... was he crying?

Hide... was still not used to people hugging him...

It felt nice.

Even got Hide to instinctually nuzzle into Loukas’ chest as he rubbed his back.

“Loulou... What do you want?” Hide asked that question again

“Hide… I want…. I… this…. I want this all to end..” Loukas' grip tightened as crawls dug into Hide’s back. “I want this all to end. I want them all to feel pain before they die... I want it to end.”

Hide let out a hiss of pain as he felt his claws cut into his skin, he moved his hand to touch the side of Loukas’ already healing face and said, “Carly is on the way with this… Now as much as you want to fuck me in the room full of corpses, we should get going and prepare for that party. Think you can hide those tentacles for me?"

Loukas gave a tiny nod as he heard those words and gave Hide a long lustrous lick on the side of his face.

He was making it hard to not fuck him.

“Thank you….” He said, “I love you.”

And Hide knew from those words alone, he could not leave. Even if some part of him wanted to, he just could not bring himself to think of it.

He would stay.

Even as Ildens collapses, taking him with it, he would stay.

There was a person who loved him unconditionally….

He never thought he would find such a thing ever again.

It was nice to be loved…