The anger isn't unexpected. What is unexpected is his reaction to it. The way that he wants to cross the distance and massage his shoulders, tell him to calm down, mind his blood pressure, and take his time. And he actually worries for a moment, not that Xanxus will attack him, but about him. His fingers twitch and he wants to touch him, to uncurl his fists and thread their fingers together. It makes his shoulders shake a little, for just a moment. The memories- not his- are so intense and he identifies with them so strongly it sends him reeling.
He knows that Xanxus doesn't accept the Tenth, and he doesn't particularly blame him. His own allegiance is tricky at best. There are times when he's interesting, times when he doesn't choose the soft-hearted path, when he's hard as steel, and those moments capture his focus and his interest and that's why he stays close. Not to mention that he seems to attract strong people, and Kyoya is always looking for a way to sharpen his fangs.
"Maybe I'll just give you a more interesting target," Kyoya muses with a sharp smile, playfully tugging the cigarette of of his reach when he goes for it. There's something familiar in it, and Kyoya isn't really thinking about it, about the way that he slides in and instead of letting Xanxus steal the cigarette from his fingers, he's pressing it to his lips with a look in eyes that for a moment almost seem more blue than grey.
"I don't mind letting you watch," he says before he can stop himself, and there's something to the tone, the rhythm of the words. A memory that's more about sex than blood, and the thought makes him flush despite himself. Which is about the point that he realizes he's still standing too close.
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He knows that Xanxus doesn't accept the Tenth, and he doesn't particularly blame him. His own allegiance is tricky at best. There are times when he's interesting, times when he doesn't choose the soft-hearted path, when he's hard as steel, and those moments capture his focus and his interest and that's why he stays close. Not to mention that he seems to attract strong people, and Kyoya is always looking for a way to sharpen his fangs.
"Maybe I'll just give you a more interesting target," Kyoya muses with a sharp smile, playfully tugging the cigarette of of his reach when he goes for it. There's something familiar in it, and Kyoya isn't really thinking about it, about the way that he slides in and instead of letting Xanxus steal the cigarette from his fingers, he's pressing it to his lips with a look in eyes that for a moment almost seem more blue than grey.
"I don't mind letting you watch," he says before he can stop himself, and there's something to the tone, the rhythm of the words. A memory that's more about sex than blood, and the thought makes him flush despite himself. Which is about the point that he realizes he's still standing too close.