A night at the Theatre...(Kieran and Story only!)

[Kieran]

Of all the reactions he had been anticipating, Kieran hadn't expected to hear fear creep into Story's voice.

"You're not going to hurt me are you?" the platinum-haired male asked hesitantly.

A bit taken aback, Kieran chose his words carefully so as to not scare the other man further. "No, you haven't done anything wrong, and of coarse I'm not going to hurt you," he said gently. "What makes you think I would?"

[Story Flayiania]

Story refused to tell a stranger his secret, so he merely nodded towards the two fallen villains.

[Kieran]

Kieran looked in the direction that Story tilted his head. "Oh. Sorry if I scared you. I give that impression to people a lot," Kieran said apologetically. "If you're not up for talking, it's ok, I'll just go." Standing up, Kieran turned back towards the stairs.

[Story Flayiania]

Story immediately felt panic at the mere thought of the brunette going anywhere, he didn't know if it was because of the sprawled out villains merely lying there or because he felt something else. All he knew was that when this guy was around he felt safe and he hated that he gave the wrong impression to the man.

"No!" he blushed at his desperate tone, "I-I mean ... you didn't scare me, they did. I guess I'm a little off." He was terribly embarrassed and knew the man could tell, so he merely stood there with his head bowed down as to hide his flush a bit.

[Kieran]

Kieran turned back towards Story at his protest and softly smiled at the embarrassed blush heating his cheeks.

"I-I mean ... you didn't scare me, they did. I guess I'm a little off," Story stammered bashfully. Walking back to the platinum-haired man, Kieran laid, what he hoped was, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Why don't you go on back to your room while I take care of this mess." He nodded his head in aknowledgement of the two men still lying unconcious on the floor. Bending to pick one of the men up, he half-turned back to Story. "By the way, I'm Kieran."

[Story Flayiania]

Story nodded in acknoledgement to the man's name before immediately doing as he was told. Pushing his thoughts of the fowl men to the back of his mind as he enetered his room, leaving it cracked so the man would get the hint that he was welcome.

[Kieran]

Kieran watched Story's retreating back before setting to his task. Turning to the two assailants, he found them still out cold. "Well this makes my job easier." Binding their hands and feet so they couldn't escape should they wake up, he lugged them to the elevator. Seeing it's path was to the ground floor, Kieran pushed the button and waited for the car. Upon its arrival he shoved the two men into the hands of the random people inside.

"Tell the desk clerk that these two attacked a guest. I thought they would be more careful about letting riffraff in here," he said gruffly. "But then again, they did let me in..." Stepping out of the elevator and letting the doors close, he turned and headed in the direction Story had gone.

Walking down the hallway, he found one door to be slightly ajar. Matching the room number to the one on the paper, he gently rapped on the door before opening it a bit more. "Hey, it's me."

[Story Flayiania]

Story had jumped a bit at the knock at the door but was immediately set at ease when he heard Kieran's voice. "Come in," he said just loud enough to hear. He was perched upon the sofa just to the rigth side of the bed, wet washcloth in hand as he wiped the dried bloos from his arm and wrist. "I don't remember if I said thank you or so, but I really am grateful for you..." he blushed as soon as the words left his mouth.

[Kieran]

"I don't remember if I said thank you or so, but I really am grateful for you..." Kieran looked around the spacious room until he spotted Story sitting on a sofa next to the bed. Masking his smile with closing the door, Kieran turned when the platinum-haired man blushed after his words of appreciation. Composing himself, Kieran faced Story before replying.

"It was no trouble, really," he offered. "When I saw those men attacking you, I just got angry and a protective instinct took over." He didn't know why though. Kieran hesitated before striding to lean against the picture window, a safe distance away from where Story sat so as not to make him nervous again.

He stared out the window and tried to puzzle out why he had felt so protective of the other male. "I always protect what few friends I have, but we just met, so I wouldn't exactly call us friends. And I don't usually risk my life for acquaintances, so..." An internal struggle waged in his head and the conflict showed in his eyes. He would have completely forgotten Story was there if the subject of his inner-discussion hadn't made a noise.

[Story Flayiania]

Story stared at the man as he looked about the room, his eyes flowing over the man's figure. He didn't mean to, but his eyes just kept straying! He soon found himself eying the man, a flush rising upon his cheeks as heat filled him. he actually... lusted... after this man.

WIth wide eyes he asked the man, who was thinking so very intently, "What are you thinking?"

[Kieran]

"What are you thinking?" the platinum-haired man asked.

"You," Kieran answered before he could censor himself. Stuttering, he tried to backtrack his words, blushing the entire time. "Uh, what I meant was, um...I was trying to say was..."

Trailing off, he looked a bit sheepishly at the other male, expecting to find a look of utter shock or nervousness on his face. Instead, his breath hitched at the look in Story's silver eyes. If he didn't know better, it looked as if he wasn't too displeased with Kieran's answer.

[Story Flayiania]

Story wasn't displeased, not at all and for a brief moment he actually gained hope taht this man was his mate- his night in shining armor, so to speak. He quickly dispelled that thought, not because he felt nothing, but because honeslty just didn't think he was fortunate enough to find a mate.

Still he found himself asking, "Why? Why are you thinking of me?" In his heart he supposed he knew something was different now, but he had always been one that held the need of others acknowledgement.

[Kieran]

Kieran thought he saw a glimmer of hope in Story's eyes, but it quickly faded as he asked, "Why? Why are you thinking of me?" The brunet hesitated, but he made up his mind and tentatively sat down next to the platinum-haired man and fiddled with his chain as he was apt to do when nervous.

"Well, to tell the truth, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met at the theatre. And the way I reacted when those two men were attacking you, I've been thinking that maybe...that maybe we're..." Unable to find the words he wanted to say, Kieran trailed off and after a moment, hoping he didn't scare the other male, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Story's lips.

[Story Flayiania]

Story gasped as the mans lips met his own, a hot flash seeming to hit him and yet draw him closer to this man. He did not move away from the odd sensations, even though it frightened him faintly after his experience in the hallway... no, it didn't frighten him. The more the man's lips were connected to his own the more he felt whole, one half to the same whole...

[Kieran]

Kieran was glad when Story didn't pull away. When his lips had touched Story's, a shock ran through him, and a peculiar yet calming feeling came over him. Belonging. The word drifted in his mind for a brief second before he refocused on Story, pulling the platinum-haired man closer to him. Kieran's hand slid up to cup Story's neck allowing him to tilt his head back so he could deepen the kiss. He placed his free hand on Story's hip, being gentle yet possessive of the male settled in his lap. He had found his mate, and he wasn't about to let go.