Harry stopped completely and crossed his arms across his chest; he no longer looked like he wanted to laugh. Grayson slid his hands into his pockets and leaned his shoulder against the wall closest to him. Isabel, who was sitting at the table and closest to the young male Vampire with the walking stick, watched him with an almost bored look on her face as he attempted to be intimidating.
Everyone else looked terrified except for Mr. Kumasegawa who looked fit to burst a major artery from the anger displayed on his face. Grayson could smell the anger and he knew Harry and his Mother could too. Grayson could understand his feeling of anger, the eight men that had walked in were clearly a threat, and the Vampire most definitely was a threat to the humans in the room.
They were all sporting guns in double shoulder holsters and wearing a smirk or sneer and the Vampire who was calling Mr. Kumasegawa 'uncle; had sat down next to Isabel and planted both his feet up on the conference table and was leaning back in the chair nonchalantly, trying to act cool.
Jesus he couldn't be more than 20 years old maybe 21, and already he was a Vampire, though vampires did like young blood over old blood and according to the vampires he'd asked about it, young blood tasted better. To top it off the young Vampire was in the mafia, though it seemed from his words that it was a family thing and Mr. Kumasegawa had also been in it and gotten out, but they didn't seem willing to let him go. Did Mr. Kumasegawa know that his nephew was a Vampire?
"Yoshihiro what are you doing here? I warmed you last time that I didn't want you or your goons setting foot in any of my buildings again; get out before I kick you out physically. Tell my brother his request is denied, I am not part of that world anymore and I don't want to be," Mr. Kumasegawa yelled at Yoshihiro.
Yoshihiro ignored his uncle and looked around the room and spotted Harry first then Grayson. His eyes went wide for a split second when he caught sight of both of them. Jesus was the Vampire blind or something; they were pretty hard to miss especially with Harry's beauty which seemed to be making Yoshihiro blush; hahaha!
Yes little Vampire, he is quite the beauty, and you can't have him; he's all mine!
Grayson thought as he looked at the young Vampire and wondered what was he thinking of when he looked at Harry; how good he smelled or how beautiful he was? Grayson smirked at the thought that this supposed tough guy was blushing while looking at his beautiful Harry.
When Yoshihiro looked at Grayson's smirking face, Grayson arched his eyebrow, silently challenging him to say anything about the smirk he was giving him at blushing at Harry's beauty and delicious smelling blood. Yoshihiro turned even more pink and the blush crawled right up to his high cheekbones. His face became angry and he stood up, stomped over to Grayson, and looked up. He was no more than 5'7" and it looked comical that he was trying to stare Grayson (who looked like a giant next to him) down. Grayson maintained his stance and amused yet distant look pasted on his face, though he wanted to laugh hard.
Yoshihiro glared at him with a superior look and sneered, apparently he didn't know the scent of a Sentinel or he would not have dared mess with him, rarely did a Vampire stand a chance against a Sentinel especially a young Vampire.
"What are you looking at you dumb foreigner?" Yoshihiro said poking Grayson in the chest with his walking stick.
Grayson didn't move or respond but his smirk and amused expression disappeared and his face became hard, his face blank and emotionless, but the annoyance he felt was starting to make itself known just from the tension felt in the room. Harry on the other hand was letting some of his anger show and Isabel looked at Yoshihiro as if he was a bug on her shoe.
"He can't even speak Japanese! Stupid foreigner; is this your big money making weapon uncle? At least I can see where this idiot might come in handy since he's got a pretty face but this one, even though he is pretty, is too big to be of any use. You're only going to scare the clients away. Hey, you big oaf, can you even understand me?" Yoshihiro asked Grayson poking him with his stick again.
Getting no reaction from Grayson when he poked him seemed to be incensing him even more. He was poking Grayson quite hard, and though Grayson knew, to a normal human it would hurt, his muscles were so tight and layered that it would take an enormous amount of force to making him flinch. A hit from another Sentinel would do that, but not from a small and relatively delicate Vampire that was using a walking stick. The stick would break from the pressure of pushing into him before it managed to make him feel even the slightest discomfort.
Grayson just looked a Yoshihiro without uttering a word; Yoshihiro snorted and looked over at his uncle unable to keep eye contact with Grayson's solid and intense riveting eyes.
"Useless isn't he, he's nothing but decoration," Yoshihiro said snorting even louder, his men laughed and made rude gestures.
"Maybe we should put him to good use; I wonder how good he is at fighting, or better yet he's got a beautiful face, like a girl's, even with such a big body, maybe we can get some use out of his pretty mouth," Yoshihiro said grabbing his crotch and giving it a squeeze.
Chapter Fourteen
Harry and Mr. Kumasegawa's expression almost matched at this point. Harry didn't like when someone was trying to humiliate his loved ones, even worse, what Yoshihiro was implying they do to Gray and have Gray do to them, was pissing him off beyond belief. Gray was his, and he'd waited a long time to be with him; no one was touching him! He may normally be a calm, peaceful, and shy person, but this Vampire was pushing all of his jealousy buttons.
Harry had his fists balled up so tight he could feel the muscles in his large thin hands as his short nails dug into the flesh of his palm. How did Gray keep his face so serene when they were implying that he suck their dicks? Harry was relatively good with controlling facial expressions, but when it came to Gray, he was very prickly.
He got jealous easily when he saw someone interested in Gray and he knew Gray was very clear about only being sexually attracted to Harry. No one else did it for him and Harry knew that as Sentinels it had always been like this, but as a human Gray had found others sexually attractive and Harry had not been one of them.
Yet, what was pissing him off even more, was that, one: he was calling Gray stupid; and two; he was poking Gray's stomach with that ridiculous excuse for a walking stick so hard that it was going to break but the idiot Vampire just kept pushing.
Gray was still poker-faced and calm, his hands were still in his pockets and he still leaned against the wall as if nothing was wrong and a short young Japanese Vampire wasn't shoving a stick in his gut. A normal human would not be able to take that; didn't the idiot Vampire understand that? For Gray to give that much away and not fake pain meant that he was indeed pissed or at the very least annoyed.
Jo had taught him very well; even though she said Harry had not really missed much in the last two years, that statement was clearly not true. Harry could not keep his calm as well as Gray, not by a long shot.
Gray glanced at Harry and shook his head infinitesimally, warning him not to react. He wanted to pummel Yoshihiro's face in, how dare he attack Gray?! Apparently, Mr. Kumasegawa had the same thought because he finally exploded yelling at his nephew.
"Yoshihiro! How dare you threaten my guests; stop shoving that ridiculous excuse of a walking stick into him and get out or I will call the police!" Mr. Kumasegawa yelled at Yoshihiro.
Yoshihiro smirked at his uncle and the other men laughed loudly then the young Vampire pulled out his phone and tossed it at his uncle.
“Here, use my phone; I even have them on speed dial. Go on, call them please; I want to time them and see how long they take to get here,” Yoshihiro said then he turned back to Gray.
It seemed Gray was really starting to piss him off because his expression changed to one of annoyance once again when he looked at him. Harry noticed that what was angering him most of all, was that he couldn't get a rise or reaction out of Gray, and Gray knew it. Gray looked at Harry and winked inconspicuously, or so he thought, but mo
st likely Gray had done it on purpose to incense the Vampire more. Yoshihiro definitely noticed and turned to look at Harry wide-eyed then he grinned coldly.
"No way, really, you and him; and you are both so open about it. How lovely, they are homos; I should have known with that look, they are just too pretty to be anything else. Well now Mr. Cool, how about we do your boyfriend while you watch and see how emotionless you remain?" Yoshihiro said and pulled out a gun as his men moved in on Harry.
"NO! Leave now Yoshihiro or you will leave me not choice," Mr. Kumasegawa started.
He drew in a deep breath to yell again but Isabel spoke up for the first time cutting Mr. Kumasegawa's next protest off.
"I would not recommend you do that gentlemen, they may look pretty but they are not to be trifled with. How hard must you push that walking stick into my son's stomach before you realize that? Gray why don't you show him your stomach dear, show him how hurt you really are?" Isabel ordered in perfect Japanese leaving no room for argument.
Gray didn't like giving his cards way, Harry knew that, but Isabel was a very intelligent woman and a damn good strategist. She had not gotten this high in her company by not knowing how to move the pieces on the chessboard of life around to her benefit. She wanted them distracted from pointing a gun at either Harry or Gray.
Gray stared at his Mother for a moment and sighed then nodded, standing straight for the first time since Yoshiro and his men had walked in, before he pulled his hands out of his pockets. He undid the belt of his pants and let them drop to the floor and pool at his feet. Harry looked, unable to keep from admiring Gray's delicious body as he saw his well-muscled legs exposed when his pants dropped to the floor.
He heard an intake of breath, almost inaudible, from the men and women of Mr. Kumasegawa's board as they saw how ripped Gray really was. Gray lifted his shirt up passed his pecks slowly as if he were stripping and showed Yoshihiro his perfectly healthy stomach and chest. Not even a red spot showed from the poking Yoshihiro had given Gray.
Yoshiro had lowered his gun and was staring at Gray in barely masked admiration. Harry knew why Gray was moving slowly, it was because of the look on Yoshihiro's face and that of his men. They looked at Gray's body in shock and some with a bit of lust, Yoshiro being one of those with lust in their eyes.
Gray's body really was a thing of beauty, so many muscles and they looked tight and delicious, and it was not that useless bulk from excessive work out either, but the tight muscle that meant true strength, even though it was all natural. He looked like a statue, hard and sexy, that and the fact that he had a massive dick that was clearly outlined in his boxer briefs. Gray's boxers, which were tightly clinging to him, made him look like an Adonis. Harry fought the urge to lick his lips though he knew his eyes showed some of the want for Gray. Not to mention, this really wasn't' the time or the place to show just how horny he really was.
"So what is this supposed to do lady, scare me? He works out a lot and has the body to show it, that means nothing," Yoshihiro said giving Isabel a hard look.
Isabel had just as good a poker face as Gray, maybe it was hereditary; she shrugged and sighed.
"Suit yourself then young man, don't say I didn't warn you," Isabel said, stressing the word man since she knew he was a Vampire, and crossed her legs, leaning back in her chair completely at ease.
"Put your clothes on Gray," Isabel said smiling at Gray.
Gray winked at her and dressed quickly but not before Harry noticed the women in the room licking their lips, and at least two of the men had the same reaction. Harry noticed a few of Yoshihiro's men looked like they wanted and were lusting after Gray as well by now.
Harry smirked to himself. Damn skippy they wanted Gray; he was sexy as hell and he made Harry's mouth water just from looking at him, and the sex was one million times better than he ever imagined and remembered. They really needed to go home so that they could make love and have lots and lots of hot steamy, rough sex. Although it would be hard to do with the children clinging to them like they did.
"Warn me?! Who are you to warn me you stupid dumb bitch?! Shut the fuck up before I shoot you!" Yoshihiro yelled at Isabel and pointed his gun at her.
Harry saw red; how dare he speak to Isabel like that and threaten her? Gray looked like he was just barely holding it in; his expression had gone from stoic to cold and hard once again. Gray didn't like when someone spoke to his Mother like that, but he was trying to remain calm.
Harry was not so well contained, he lunged for Yoshihiro faster than anyone could react and grabbed the shorter man by the throat, he knocked the gun out of his hand and lifted him off the ground about three inches. Harry's face was angry, and he knew Gray would say he looked more like an angel than ever.
"Don't ever speak to her like that or threaten her again," Harry said quietly and calmly, the anger radiating off of him.
Yoshihiro's men drew their guns and aimed them at Harry, and Gray finally reacted. He vaulted over his Mother, landed on the conference table, and ran across it toward the men in one fluid motion. He kicked the gun out of the first man's hand then spun in place and kicked the man he'd just disarmed into the one standing next to him. He was moving too fast for anyone to have a chance to react.
He jumped off of the conference table and kicked the man that he'd knocked the other man into, in the chest, and took his gun at the same time, placing it on the table. The two next to him, he punched lightly, once in the chest and once in the face; they flew back as if he'd slammed into them. Gray's Sentinel strength was too much to go full out on a human.
Gray spun on his heel and kicked four in one swift but graceful dance-like move effectively dropping and knocking out each of the armed men and grabbing their guns. He placed the guns on the table after he disarmed them and slid the clips out of the guns then popped the chambered rounds out and turned to Yoshihiro.
"You should leave now Yoshihiro-san, before anything worse happens to you or your men. I would recommend also leaving your uncle in peace, he clearly does not want anything to do with you and I have taken a liking to the man. It would be bad for you if I heard you or yours harmed him in any way. I won't stop Harry or myself from passing our own judgment on you or your men next time. And that would be bad my dear ignorant Yoshihiro, for you." Gray said calmly, his tone holding no emotion whatsoever.
Harry had been watching Gray's graceful moves and couldn't help but want his best friend and better half even more, he was gorgeous in everything he did, even when he was angry. Harry turned to look at Yoshihiro who was clinging to Harry's arms so he wouldn't choke, not that it would make a difference since he couldn't actually choke to death. Yoshihiro looked at Gray with wide eyes, Harry could smell Yoshihiro's fear and he knew Gray and Isabel could too.
"Harry put him down, I don't think he'll mouth off anymore," Gray said. Harry snorted and dropped Yoshihiro; he landed in a crouch and looked up angrily at Harry then at Gray.
"You'll be sorry about this," Yoshihiro said and pulled out his second gun quickly and pointed it at Harry.
What the fuck was wrong with this guy, hadn't Gray just warned him? Didn't he know what they were? What Vampire in their right mind went against a Sentinel? Gray didn't give him a chance to do more than pull the gun. He lunged for him and punched Yoshihiro in the jaw hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
Thankfully, vampires were much more resilient than humans, nonetheless Harry could see the effort it took Gray to stop himself from punching him harder. He was restraining himself and his muscles stood out even with his dress shirt on. Yoshihiro stumbled backward and hit the wall behind him and Gray brought his fist toward him again. Yoshihiro managed to dodge the punch but Gray's next punch, which came at Yoshihiro from the side (something that Yoshihiro had not predicted) slammed into his jaw, although all that Gray did was tap him lightly.
Moving faster than Yoshihiro could, Gray grabbed him by the throat as Harry had and shook him slightly.
"Didn't I just warn you t
o stop?" Grayson snapped at him, his face hard.
His voice had gotten a bit deeper in his anger; the people around Gray stared at him, finally feeling an infinitesimal degree of the danger that Gray could be to someone when he was truly angry. It was hard not to notice when his entire being, screamed dangerous in this situation; yet even though he was dangerous, Harry knew he was one of the kindest and gentlest people he would ever know. Gray was a great big softy, and he gave many chances at redemption, more than he should.
"Do I really have to teach you a lesson?" Gray was asking Yoshihiro quietly.
Yoshihiro glared at Gray and sneered; Gray sighed and shrugged, then slapped Yoshihiro on the face hard enough to jar him a bit, Yoshihiro looked at him wide-eyed as Gray looked at him steadily. The Vampire was finally realizing that Grays was not using his full strength, and he had still hit him very hard. Yoshihiro was gripping onto Gray's arm the way he had with Harry so he wouldn't choke, though Gray would not choke him, Yoshihiro did not know that.
"Fuck you!" Yoshihiro snapped at him in a strained voice since his throat was being constrained.
Grayson open-hand slapped him again; a cut opened up on Yoshihiro's bottom lip and he sneered at Gray again as he licked the blood away with his tongue. The little that was left he wiped away with his hand and wiped it on Gray's shirt. Then he lifted his feet and kicked Gray in the stomach trying to get free of him. Gray showed no pain or even discomfort at the kick, he did however slap Yoshihiro again, but this time Yoshihiro grabbed Gray's hand and bit down hard. His canines extending fully into Gray's hand, drawing blood and getting some on his cut lip.
Everyone gasped but Harry, Gray, and Isabel were the loudest.
"Fuck! Gray!" Harry snapped.
Even the smallest amount of Sentinel blood in a human's blood system could kill the human or change the human into a Sentinel. It also bonded them to the Sentinel that changed them, but in a Vampire, it would not only change them and bond them, in most cases, it would create a hybrid like Sven, and Vampire-Sentinel hybrids could be dangerous. They craved the blood of their maker more than anything and feeding on Sentinel blood would make them stronger than any normal Vampire if it didn't kill them first.
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