THIS finally came out?!
"Aah touuu-san e Kaaaa-san.. Yaayee yayee yayee!" Yeah, another chapter of that untitled WIP again. *gasp*
Untitled
Chapter 3
Genre: Fantasy, Shonen-ai
Warnings: None really, just a bit of prostitution. Oh, and Vallak being a freak :P
…The Desert Eagle flies over their heads, he tells them “Fools! You are the only ones who stop yourselves from freedom! Burn these farms like your forefathers did, fight back against these tyrants!” It flew off shortly afterward, into the sun. The people turned and burnt down the farms, fought back, and won their freedom back.
After this, the Eagle returned and the people proudly beamed up at him, awaiting praise, but he simply stared at them with sharp eyes, only this to say, “You are long from done on your path to freedom. To obtain something precious like this, you must withhold its values.”…
“I’m starting to think you’re following me.” The boy said to Vallak as he bit into the apple the dark-skinned one had offered him.
Vallak simply smiled, “Not following you, per se.” He lay back against the cold marble statue on its center in the City Square.
“Then what?”
“Caught a clue o’ you.”
“What?”
He remained silent and looked up at the barely visible sliver of moon peeking out from the clouds. He sighed; there hadn’t been one clear day in the whole time he’d lived here. And that said a lot.
“You are seeking me out, why then?” The boy broke the silence, turning to him. Vallak looked back, shrugged; pulling his bothersome hair out of his face “I didn’t, really.” He smiled at the boy’s confused stare. “I walk around the city at night.” He leaned in to whisper.
The blonde looked down at the marble pedestal they sat on, wondering why this blackie chose to tell him this. He could just go to his keepers, and suggest they lock his escapes so he’d never have to be bothered by him again…but, the trust was granted…flattering-but bewildering. He’d never trusted anyone in his life, money had taught him that much! So…why was this boy putting trust into a stranger?
“I picked up on your scent.” Vallak articulated, waving a hand to the chilly breeze of the coming winter. He looked at the boy out of the corner of his eye, noting his cold shivers here and there.
Fair eyebrows shot up into equally fair bangs, shifting his numb behind. “Smelt me?” Came his surprised tone.
“The wind brought me to you.” He explained, pointing a bony finger into the boy’s chest.
The boy looked at the other, incredulous, “Really? What do I smell like?!” He snipped. Admittedly, the way the blackie suggested at things vaguely made him a quite interesting person to be around, albeit dangerous, he presumed.
Vallak leaned in, involuntarily intimate, inhaling the scent just shy of the skin of his pale neck. In the boy’s mind, it reminded him of the actions of an animal-not afraid to act simply with no inhibitions or on an impulse, unashamed of the way they acted. “Like your mummy’s perfume,” He murmured, his smooth, deep voice wrapped around the boy’s chagrin as he let out a girlish, angry squeak. “Like wax,” Dark fingers brushed his own as he gestured to dark stained fingers, “…Like school ink.”
A blush crept itself practically into the boy’s hairline, he’d never been this close to anyone before, not even his parents; especially his parents on second thought. And the nerve of this barbarian-to come and get so close into his personal space, sniff him like a dog and say weird things! He jolted, shoving the other boy away. “Don’t get so familiar, blackie!” He snapped. The darker one drew back, grin tugging at his dark lips into a teasing without words. Infuriating!
The blonde’s nose wrinkled, eyes averting in annoyance. “Feh.” Getting up, he turned to leave before a dark hand grabbed his, small and out of place in his palm. “If you’re telling me not to go I have to!” the boy huffed, eyes moving back from the hand holding his to check back at Vallak who simply held out the red wrap he’d been wearing. Kohl-rimmed eyes danced laughingly at him with a seeming knowingness. He knew that stare. It was the shrewd gaze of an alluring gypsy, an illusionary spell, captivating…
He shook his head quickly and grabbed it without thinking and ran off into the cover of the night, most likely down to Dutch Hill and home, Vallak figured. He smiled in the thin moonlight, suppressing a laugh that would break the silence of the darkness. The faint clacking of boots reassuring him. When they stopped he was a bit worried as he stood there, watching the retreating figure, squinting.
Running down the street for a moment, he got the urge to stop. Something tugged at him; he wanted to see if the blackie had pulled the disappearing act on him again. His boots stopped, and he turned back to the still visible square, lit in forlorn streetlights circling the statue, the statue itself, and a lone figure…standing there, staring at him. His cheeks colored in embarrassment when he realized how he must look checking back behind him after running off so angrily. He didn’t even know why he had done it.
Pulling the wrap tightly around his shoulders, he turned and darted the rest of the way home hoping he wouldn’t get a scolding from his mother-head in a whirl about the mysterious new acquaintance of his.
Friends? What friends did Grey Callsbury have, exactly? That was the boy’s name, by the way. But Vallak had yet to come to know his name, so he had temporarily christened the blonde: ‘The Boy’. Even after knowing him closely, in his mind, Grey would always be his ‘Boy’. As for friends…Well, before all of this had happened, before Vallak had happened, Grey had a bunch of louts to call friends. They came from good upbringings and rich backgrounds and still decided that misbehaving, stealing and all kinds of nasty, hoodlum deeds should be done to the utmost point. There were four of them in all, including Grey in their sad excuse for a ‘gang’.
Grey’s mother would have said something about them being a bad influence on her boy, but their mothers were part of famous social clique in the city-consisting of the city’s richest families. She could say nothing without risking her standing in this clique. Grey’s father worked under one of their fathers and just simply looked down disapprovingly at the boys.
Now they had made Grey do many things he’d been brought up not to do in the past-like put red Inshia Ink handprints on a girl’s desk in school to make her think it was an angry ghost…break a boy’s window, visit the red-light district, peek into the bathhouse, many things-but this time it really seemed like he was being forced into a big mistake.
After much forcing and coercing from the boys, Grey had been dragged to the red-light district once again. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was now being pushed into a whorehouse where the boys knew a certain lady…
Nigel grinned at Grey and slapped him on the back benevolently as he showed him off to his favorite prostitute at Gretchen’s. Ginger stared at the blonde and made a noncommittal sound. Her tone was amused yet snide as she circled him in just her frilly knickers. “You brought me a first-timer?”
Nigel’s grin grew wide and stepped away from Grey, “He’s almost seventeen and still hasn’t done it!” He snorted, making Grey feel like he was more being put on display for a laugh rather than being helped. Not to mention the fact he was scared out of his wits. Something about women…and occasionally girls made him squirm. Older women, like his mother made him uncomfortable and untrustworthy of most of them. Maybe his mother was to blame for it.
Red nailed fingers grasped his chin and upturned it to face plump, red lips and overly painted eyes. Brown waves of hair fell in chestnut waves over her large, uncovered breasts. Shining lips curled up into a snide smile as she stared down upon him, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” She cooed. It made his stomach churn with nausea and cold fear. He didn’t want to do this…it was too much for him. “No…that’s quite alright, I’ll just…” He tried to inch back but Nigel pushed him into Ginger’s chest and she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, chiding, “Now, now! Your friend’s paying a pretty penny so I can give you a good time-is this how you’re thanking him?”
“But I don’t want to…”
Nigel made a move to shove him onto the bed, and Grey’s view shifted in a blur before the prostitute straddled him, breasts pressing against his chest horribly. He couldn’t as a growing man feel aroused, but felt everything was somehow offset and wrong. His first time wasn’t supposed to be like this! She smiled a revolting smile at him as Nigel left through the beaded curtains that served as her door to her ‘client room’. Grey’s eyes shut tightly against it all, in his mind, it screamed for someone to pull him out of this nightmare. Help me! Please!
There was a terrible silence as her sticky, red lips pressed against his and she bumped against him, hands working on his pants. His stomach sank dreadfully, feeling all hopes of his first time being with someone that was special being crushed with a butcher’s mallet.
There is no hope left in this world, He thought to himself, eyes squeezing shut even tighter against it all.
“There you are!” Came a breathless voice from the doorway, and then the sound of beads clicking together and swinging.
Storm grey eyes snapped open, flickering over to the doorway over an ivory-colored shoulder. He saw the sight that -at the moment, he’d keep telling himself afterwards-could only be described as his angel…
Dark hair fell in disarray over a dark face, further made ruddy by most likely a lot of running. “Goodness woman, you’re defying my religion, please put some clothes on.” He told the prostitute.
“You!” Was the only thing his ‘boy’ could think of saying to his unbeknownst savior.
“For Vion’s sake, what’s going on?!” Ginger snapped, sitting up as her breasts jiggled in an unsavory a lewd manner.
Vallak kept his eyes trained on grey ones. “Let’s go, you’re coming with me.”
The boy’s mouth once again flopped in that silly, confused manner and threw off the woman, walking over to the other who snatched his wrist, pulling him out.
“Wait! Who’s exactly giving orders here?!” The boy shouted, being dragged along through and out the house in an undignified manner.
His so called ‘friends’ were waiting outside, along with the bouncer who yelled at the two, giving chase.
The blonde, confused but slightly relieved, looked back at the boys, and then back at the one in front of him, holding tightly his wrist and leading the way. “Where are we going?!”
“Away from here.” Came the simple answer.
They ran past how many houses, the boy did not know, but by the time they had slowed to a stop, they had run through most of the city to the warehouse/fish monger district. The warehouses stood, intimidatingly and empty around them as they took their last running steps and slowed to a stop. That dark hand dropped his, and the boy stopped as well, rubbing his wrist. “What was that?!!” He demanded.
Vallak whipped around, and when he expected to see a glared from the blackie, the boy saw a bemused smile, “Don’t you mean ‘thank you?’. Really, didn’t yer mummy teach you better?” Came his usual amused tone.
The boy’s gaze dropped down in embarrassment, “I meant to say…”
“-it’s alright.” Was his interjected answer, putting him at ease.
“How did you know where to find me-why?” The blonde shook his head in confusion. He didn’t get it? How had he pulled it off?
“You were in trouble.” Came the enigmatic yet simple answer. It hadn’t even explained the other question-and brought up even more. The boy looked up to retort but was met with an unfathomable green gaze. Giving him a petulant frown, the boy replied: “Well you got me. You can leave now!”
A shuffle of fabric taken as a shrug came from Vallak. He didn’t say anything as he slipped into the shadows silently back to his boarding house. He’d had enough excitement for one night.
“Try to stay out of trouble, I don’t want to come running a lot, you know…” The Bainir quipped as his last parting words.
“I..!” He turned to yell something in his direction but realized once again it was too late.
The inscrutable boy had once again slipped through his fingers like an unruly breeze.
He shook his head to clear his spiraling thoughts; now, about getting home. He groaned loudly, this was going to be a long night…
Chapter 3 End
Untitled
Chapter 3
Genre: Fantasy, Shonen-ai
Warnings: None really, just a bit of prostitution. Oh, and Vallak being a freak :P
…The Desert Eagle flies over their heads, he tells them “Fools! You are the only ones who stop yourselves from freedom! Burn these farms like your forefathers did, fight back against these tyrants!” It flew off shortly afterward, into the sun. The people turned and burnt down the farms, fought back, and won their freedom back.
After this, the Eagle returned and the people proudly beamed up at him, awaiting praise, but he simply stared at them with sharp eyes, only this to say, “You are long from done on your path to freedom. To obtain something precious like this, you must withhold its values.”…
“I’m starting to think you’re following me.” The boy said to Vallak as he bit into the apple the dark-skinned one had offered him.
Vallak simply smiled, “Not following you, per se.” He lay back against the cold marble statue on its center in the City Square.
“Then what?”
“Caught a clue o’ you.”
“What?”
He remained silent and looked up at the barely visible sliver of moon peeking out from the clouds. He sighed; there hadn’t been one clear day in the whole time he’d lived here. And that said a lot.
“You are seeking me out, why then?” The boy broke the silence, turning to him. Vallak looked back, shrugged; pulling his bothersome hair out of his face “I didn’t, really.” He smiled at the boy’s confused stare. “I walk around the city at night.” He leaned in to whisper.
The blonde looked down at the marble pedestal they sat on, wondering why this blackie chose to tell him this. He could just go to his keepers, and suggest they lock his escapes so he’d never have to be bothered by him again…but, the trust was granted…flattering-but bewildering. He’d never trusted anyone in his life, money had taught him that much! So…why was this boy putting trust into a stranger?
“I picked up on your scent.” Vallak articulated, waving a hand to the chilly breeze of the coming winter. He looked at the boy out of the corner of his eye, noting his cold shivers here and there.
Fair eyebrows shot up into equally fair bangs, shifting his numb behind. “Smelt me?” Came his surprised tone.
“The wind brought me to you.” He explained, pointing a bony finger into the boy’s chest.
The boy looked at the other, incredulous, “Really? What do I smell like?!” He snipped. Admittedly, the way the blackie suggested at things vaguely made him a quite interesting person to be around, albeit dangerous, he presumed.
Vallak leaned in, involuntarily intimate, inhaling the scent just shy of the skin of his pale neck. In the boy’s mind, it reminded him of the actions of an animal-not afraid to act simply with no inhibitions or on an impulse, unashamed of the way they acted. “Like your mummy’s perfume,” He murmured, his smooth, deep voice wrapped around the boy’s chagrin as he let out a girlish, angry squeak. “Like wax,” Dark fingers brushed his own as he gestured to dark stained fingers, “…Like school ink.”
A blush crept itself practically into the boy’s hairline, he’d never been this close to anyone before, not even his parents; especially his parents on second thought. And the nerve of this barbarian-to come and get so close into his personal space, sniff him like a dog and say weird things! He jolted, shoving the other boy away. “Don’t get so familiar, blackie!” He snapped. The darker one drew back, grin tugging at his dark lips into a teasing without words. Infuriating!
The blonde’s nose wrinkled, eyes averting in annoyance. “Feh.” Getting up, he turned to leave before a dark hand grabbed his, small and out of place in his palm. “If you’re telling me not to go I have to!” the boy huffed, eyes moving back from the hand holding his to check back at Vallak who simply held out the red wrap he’d been wearing. Kohl-rimmed eyes danced laughingly at him with a seeming knowingness. He knew that stare. It was the shrewd gaze of an alluring gypsy, an illusionary spell, captivating…
He shook his head quickly and grabbed it without thinking and ran off into the cover of the night, most likely down to Dutch Hill and home, Vallak figured. He smiled in the thin moonlight, suppressing a laugh that would break the silence of the darkness. The faint clacking of boots reassuring him. When they stopped he was a bit worried as he stood there, watching the retreating figure, squinting.
Running down the street for a moment, he got the urge to stop. Something tugged at him; he wanted to see if the blackie had pulled the disappearing act on him again. His boots stopped, and he turned back to the still visible square, lit in forlorn streetlights circling the statue, the statue itself, and a lone figure…standing there, staring at him. His cheeks colored in embarrassment when he realized how he must look checking back behind him after running off so angrily. He didn’t even know why he had done it.
Pulling the wrap tightly around his shoulders, he turned and darted the rest of the way home hoping he wouldn’t get a scolding from his mother-head in a whirl about the mysterious new acquaintance of his.
Friends? What friends did Grey Callsbury have, exactly? That was the boy’s name, by the way. But Vallak had yet to come to know his name, so he had temporarily christened the blonde: ‘The Boy’. Even after knowing him closely, in his mind, Grey would always be his ‘Boy’. As for friends…Well, before all of this had happened, before Vallak had happened, Grey had a bunch of louts to call friends. They came from good upbringings and rich backgrounds and still decided that misbehaving, stealing and all kinds of nasty, hoodlum deeds should be done to the utmost point. There were four of them in all, including Grey in their sad excuse for a ‘gang’.
Grey’s mother would have said something about them being a bad influence on her boy, but their mothers were part of famous social clique in the city-consisting of the city’s richest families. She could say nothing without risking her standing in this clique. Grey’s father worked under one of their fathers and just simply looked down disapprovingly at the boys.
Now they had made Grey do many things he’d been brought up not to do in the past-like put red Inshia Ink handprints on a girl’s desk in school to make her think it was an angry ghost…break a boy’s window, visit the red-light district, peek into the bathhouse, many things-but this time it really seemed like he was being forced into a big mistake.
After much forcing and coercing from the boys, Grey had been dragged to the red-light district once again. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was now being pushed into a whorehouse where the boys knew a certain lady…
Nigel grinned at Grey and slapped him on the back benevolently as he showed him off to his favorite prostitute at Gretchen’s. Ginger stared at the blonde and made a noncommittal sound. Her tone was amused yet snide as she circled him in just her frilly knickers. “You brought me a first-timer?”
Nigel’s grin grew wide and stepped away from Grey, “He’s almost seventeen and still hasn’t done it!” He snorted, making Grey feel like he was more being put on display for a laugh rather than being helped. Not to mention the fact he was scared out of his wits. Something about women…and occasionally girls made him squirm. Older women, like his mother made him uncomfortable and untrustworthy of most of them. Maybe his mother was to blame for it.
Red nailed fingers grasped his chin and upturned it to face plump, red lips and overly painted eyes. Brown waves of hair fell in chestnut waves over her large, uncovered breasts. Shining lips curled up into a snide smile as she stared down upon him, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” She cooed. It made his stomach churn with nausea and cold fear. He didn’t want to do this…it was too much for him. “No…that’s quite alright, I’ll just…” He tried to inch back but Nigel pushed him into Ginger’s chest and she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, chiding, “Now, now! Your friend’s paying a pretty penny so I can give you a good time-is this how you’re thanking him?”
“But I don’t want to…”
Nigel made a move to shove him onto the bed, and Grey’s view shifted in a blur before the prostitute straddled him, breasts pressing against his chest horribly. He couldn’t as a growing man feel aroused, but felt everything was somehow offset and wrong. His first time wasn’t supposed to be like this! She smiled a revolting smile at him as Nigel left through the beaded curtains that served as her door to her ‘client room’. Grey’s eyes shut tightly against it all, in his mind, it screamed for someone to pull him out of this nightmare. Help me! Please!
There was a terrible silence as her sticky, red lips pressed against his and she bumped against him, hands working on his pants. His stomach sank dreadfully, feeling all hopes of his first time being with someone that was special being crushed with a butcher’s mallet.
There is no hope left in this world, He thought to himself, eyes squeezing shut even tighter against it all.
“There you are!” Came a breathless voice from the doorway, and then the sound of beads clicking together and swinging.
Storm grey eyes snapped open, flickering over to the doorway over an ivory-colored shoulder. He saw the sight that -at the moment, he’d keep telling himself afterwards-could only be described as his angel…
Dark hair fell in disarray over a dark face, further made ruddy by most likely a lot of running. “Goodness woman, you’re defying my religion, please put some clothes on.” He told the prostitute.
“You!” Was the only thing his ‘boy’ could think of saying to his unbeknownst savior.
“For Vion’s sake, what’s going on?!” Ginger snapped, sitting up as her breasts jiggled in an unsavory a lewd manner.
Vallak kept his eyes trained on grey ones. “Let’s go, you’re coming with me.”
The boy’s mouth once again flopped in that silly, confused manner and threw off the woman, walking over to the other who snatched his wrist, pulling him out.
“Wait! Who’s exactly giving orders here?!” The boy shouted, being dragged along through and out the house in an undignified manner.
His so called ‘friends’ were waiting outside, along with the bouncer who yelled at the two, giving chase.
The blonde, confused but slightly relieved, looked back at the boys, and then back at the one in front of him, holding tightly his wrist and leading the way. “Where are we going?!”
“Away from here.” Came the simple answer.
They ran past how many houses, the boy did not know, but by the time they had slowed to a stop, they had run through most of the city to the warehouse/fish monger district. The warehouses stood, intimidatingly and empty around them as they took their last running steps and slowed to a stop. That dark hand dropped his, and the boy stopped as well, rubbing his wrist. “What was that?!!” He demanded.
Vallak whipped around, and when he expected to see a glared from the blackie, the boy saw a bemused smile, “Don’t you mean ‘thank you?’. Really, didn’t yer mummy teach you better?” Came his usual amused tone.
The boy’s gaze dropped down in embarrassment, “I meant to say…”
“-it’s alright.” Was his interjected answer, putting him at ease.
“How did you know where to find me-why?” The blonde shook his head in confusion. He didn’t get it? How had he pulled it off?
“You were in trouble.” Came the enigmatic yet simple answer. It hadn’t even explained the other question-and brought up even more. The boy looked up to retort but was met with an unfathomable green gaze. Giving him a petulant frown, the boy replied: “Well you got me. You can leave now!”
A shuffle of fabric taken as a shrug came from Vallak. He didn’t say anything as he slipped into the shadows silently back to his boarding house. He’d had enough excitement for one night.
“Try to stay out of trouble, I don’t want to come running a lot, you know…” The Bainir quipped as his last parting words.
“I..!” He turned to yell something in his direction but realized once again it was too late.
The inscrutable boy had once again slipped through his fingers like an unruly breeze.
He shook his head to clear his spiraling thoughts; now, about getting home. He groaned loudly, this was going to be a long night…
Chapter 3 End