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"I don't need to be escorted!" Cy hissed at both of them. "Gods, can't you two leave me alone? I'll go up by myself!"
"Why are you upset with us?" Jaygen's voice was soft and Cyrus almost felt guilty for snapping at him, but it was like he couldn't stop himself. "Cy, what happened?"
"I keep asking, but he's refusing to answer," Arden grumbled.
"Why is it anyone's business?" Cyrus sniffed.
"Is it Porter?" Jaygen's tone darkened and when Cy looked at him, his eyes were narrowed. "What did he say to you?"
Cyrus didn't want to talk about it. What he wanted was to be left alone. It wasn't his fault that his vampire client had kept pawing at him even when he told the man to stop. Usually, he liked being touched and there was no rule against it in the bar. Even fleeting physical touch could be a bit fulfilling before it abruptly ended. Tonight, however, the vampire was a little too hot, a little too annoying and when he whispered into Cy’s ear that he wanted to fuck him, the incubus lost it.
"Jaygen," Arden sighed. "Please-"
"I can go by myself." Cy cut Arden off and returned his pointed glare. "Goodnight."
Cyrus needed to be by himself. He didn't know why Porter's opinion even mattered to him, but for some reason, it had hit him hard. Maybe because he had gotten to know the human and he thought that they were at least tentative friends, even if Porter was still a little nervous around him. But the way he cut him down without even blinking an eye?
The incubus shivered. Seeing Porter go from innocent and sweet to outright nasty had thrown him for a loop.Who was he? What did they really know about the human?
It didn't help that when he saw him with Jaygen and Foi, he looked like he was having such a good time. Whenever Cyrus tried to have something like that it was always turned into something he didn't want. A rejection, a joke, a game.
Can't really blame them for that. I do it to myself, constantly flirting with everyone. No wonder nobody takes me seriously.
Cyrus turned on his heels and started up the stairs as the world spun around him. Okay, so Arden was right. He was drunk. A few too many glasses of sweet wine and he was a mess. Cyrus's foot slipped off of the stair and he felt the world shift before his back collided with hardness.
"You okay?"
Cy glanced up to see white hair and smooth, dark skin. Ozni. When he didn't respond, Oz lifted him into his strong arms and carried him up the rest of the way. When they reached his room, Oz typed in the door code easily, surprising Cyrus. How long had he known what it was?
Ozni deposited him on the bed and Cyrus leaned against the headboard, staring at him. Would it be wrong if he asked Oz to stay? Not forever, there was still work to be done downstairs, but just for a little while? Just long enough to not feel so...
Deplorable?
Slowly, Ozni removed Cy's jacket and shoes. He undid the tie that had already been loosened and started unbuttoning Cyrus's shirt as well. Cy only hesitated a moment before he touched Ozni's hand and the daywalker's dark eyes met his.
"Stay with me, Ozni," Cyrus whispered. "After work. Please?"
Oz swallowed thickly before he went back to undressing Cyrus, but Cy knew a rejection when he saw one. That was a no. Ozni wasn't going to come back.
Anger flared in Cyrus all over again and he shoved Ozni away from him. "Get the fuck out."
Oz sighed. "Cyrus."
Normally, his name on Ozni's lips was heaven. He would have sold his most expensive pieces of clothes just to hear it again. He couldn't handle Oz's rejection when he was shaky and unsure, the confidence wiped away like makeup after a long day.
"I said get the fuck out!" Cyrus grabbed one of the dark heels he'd been wearing and launched it at his head. "All of you just stay the hell away from me. Get out!"
Ozni didn't so much as flinch from his outburst or his shoe throwing. Instead, he ever so slightly shook his head and Cyrus could feel the judgement flowing from him. Oz turned to leave, the only real sign of his displeasure showing when he slammed the door.
Cyrus stared at the door for a long time fighting with himself. He wanted Oz to come back, to hold him, to doanythingother than walk away. But he didn't return. Cyrus sank against his mattress and shoved his face into his pillow.
I'll feed tomorrow for sure and all of this shit will pass.
It had to, because he couldn't afford to fall apart at the seams.
It was startingto feel like everyone hated him. Some of the hosts had never taken to him, but he had at least been getting along with Cyrus and Foi the most. Now, both of them seemed to be keeping their distance. Even Arden had warned him that while he stayed out of arguments, he needed to shape up.
Two days had passed since his run in with Cyrus. Normally, Cyrus was a bit like a puppy, following him around and trying to get Porter to like him. Now, he was silent. The incubus hadn’t even bothered to show up for work and Porter was starting to get worried.
