No 6 fanfiction: meme 1, part 2
It had been half an hour since Shion had started looking for a customer, but he was certain that his look made most people turn away from him. And then, when he expected it the least, he felt someone grab his arm firmly and the next second, he found himself being stared at silently by piercing grey eyes. The man was handsome, even from a male’s point of view.
“Don’t talk to anyone if they didn’t talk to you first.”
Did being stared at count as being talked to? Shion didn’t know, and the man - or teen? - who was facing him didn’t seem to be the type to talk a lot. Shion was paralyzed and at the same time captivated by that stranger who still hadn’t pronounced a word. He lowered his head a bit, unable to prevent the blush on his cheeks.
But then, the grip on his arm was released and he heard a faint “Sorry” being muttered. That pulled him out of his paralysis. The man was going to leave. And suddenly, Shion didn’t want him to leave. Maybe it was because the man looked fine, even handsome, or maybe because he didn’t inspire terror in Shion, but in any case, he didn’t want him to leave.
“Sir?” he called timidly at first.
“Don’t bother. I mistook you for someone else.” Nezumi lied, about to leave. What had gotten into him?
“Surely I’m not easily mistaken for someone else.” Shion smiled, gaining some assurance.
“...” Nezumi clicked his tongue, annoyed at himself. Why was he still standing there anyway?
“Why don’t you follow me? Forgive my rudeness, but you looked quite... bored. Maybe I could entertain you?”
Nezumi cocked an eyebrow. He wasn’t a fool enough not to notice the embarrassment behind that gentle smile. The boy was most definitely new, and yet was daring enough to ask for a complete stranger to follow him.
“You’re a boy.”
Shion expected the answer. He remembered what the other boys had told him in that kind of situation. He mentally took a deep breath and smiled again:
“Boys are less fragile and more reckless. They can please customers more easily.”
Two years ago, he’d have probably died of shame for pronouncing those words, but now it didn’t matter anymore. Nezumi looked away, annoyed, and bit his lip. He just needed to refuse, to go away and he’d be out of trouble. However, there was something in the way the boy was acting which made the dark-haired boy reluctant to leave.
Shion waited, panicking inwardly. What if he wasn’t able to keep up to his word? What if the customer was displeased? Why was the other man still silent?
“How much?” he finally spoke. The tone wasn’t harsh yet not gentle either, and the voice wasn’t unpleasant.
“200.” Shion replied, relieved.
Though Nezumi had never asked for the services of a prostitute, he knew fairly well that it was cheaper than usual. Probably because of his looks. And yet Nezumi found that white hair somehow alluring, and that mark on his cheek wasn’t bad either. What prompted him to nod and follow the boy to the brothel, he didn’t know.
After paying, he was led to one of the customers’ rooms, equipped with fine furniture and lit with a soft and dim orange light. Most of the Western District’s housing didn’t have the chance to profit from such nice equipment, Nezumi thought darkly.
He turned his gaze back at the boy whom he still didn’t know the name - if he had one. He had his back turned to him and was removing his ribbon.
“Your name?” he asked.
“Shion, or whatever it pleases you to call me.” Shion replied, letting the ribbon fall on the ground. To Nezumi’s surprise, there was still something red on his neck. He walked closer, and before Shion got the time to turn round, he put two fingers on the red mark, frowning a bit.
“What’s this?”
Shion feared the question. Would he be rejected because of that mark?
“It-It’s a mark I had since I was born. But the doctors said it’s not dangerous or anything!” he added quickly.
“Whatever, Shion. Just show me how you plan to please me.”
Saying that Shion was nervous was an understatement. It was his first time, and his first customer was a male; which wasn’t that common even if it wasn’t rare. He summoned all his courage to prevent his fingers from trembling as he turned round to face Nezumi and started undoing his own top.
“How would you like me to call you?” he asked, remembering his ‘lessons’.
You don’t need to call me was the first thought that crossed Nezumi’s mind, but seeing that tense boy trying his best softened him a bit.
“Nezumi.” he replied, looking at Shion as the silk shirt fell off his shoulders, revealing a pale skin scarred with that red mark. “Snake.” he murmured to himself. He smirked.
“It’s actually pretty sexy.” he said, amused by the boy’s shocked expression. He grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to the bed, ordering him to lie down. Then he climbed over him and let his fingers follow the clear, red line over Shion’s chest, going down to...
“Heh, seems like it was made to arouse your partners.” Nezumi commented. Not wasting any more time, he opened the top of Shion’s trousers, pleased to see the goose bumps appearing on the boy’s skin.
Shion gasped a bit when Nezumi inserted his hand in his pants and brushed against his crotch. He turned his head on the side, not knowing where to actually and what to do. Nezumi, on the other hand, seemed to know perfectly what he was doing, and Shion let him do.
It didn’t mean he wasn’t surprised when a pair of lips touched his neck and a few strands of dark blue hair tickled his face. Nezumi laid several light kisses on his neck before attacking his collarbone and his chest, making him clench the bed sheets and gasp again. He shut his eyes tight when Nezumi started sucking on one of his nipples while playing with the other with his hand; desire grew very quickly in him, the mere touch, the mere caress was enough to stir his arousal, and when the other man pressed his knee against his crotch, Shion exhaled loudly.
Nezumi smirked mentally. He was definitely going to enjoy that night. While biting on the boy’s neck, he rubbed his knee a bit more between Shion’s legs, satisfied at the soft gasps he elicited from him. His face was flushed and his breathing started getting quicker and deeper; and when he finally dared open his eyes, it was to meet with Nezumi’s grey ones.
The man was looking at him with definite lust and yet he didn’t look like one of those barbarians the other prostitutes had told him about.
“Now, how about you show me what you can do?” Nezumi asked, wanting Shion more and more. He wasn’t surprised to see him flustered for a second; that’s why he sat up and repeated: “Show me how good you are at pleasing a man.”
Shion almost moaned at the loss of the pressure between his legs; he hesitated a bit before he sat up as well and looked at Nezumi for a second before moving his gaze down. He moved a bit closer and undid the man’s pants with slightly trembling fingers, then crouching down between Nezumi’s parted legs, he grabbed the man’s cock and gave a first lick.
He still had some trouble realizing that he was holding another man’s cock, but the atmosphere of the room make him forget about that detail fairly quickly. He put the tip of Nezumi’s erection in his mouth and took him in slowly, coating the hot member with saliva as he did so. The feeling was strange, the taste uncommon, but Shion dealt with it. It came almost too naturally to him, as if he had always known how to use his tongue on sensitive spots and how to move his mouth with the right pace.
Nezumi watched as his member was being sucked by the boy, his breathing starting to get deeper. He grabbed the white hair with one hand and moved his hips forward to force Shion to take him even deeper, throwing his head backwards as pleasure pooled between his legs. He knew that Shion was only working and was doing that only for money; still, he couldn’t help but imagine for a second that they were something more than a mere whore and his customer. Nevertheless, he kept moving his hips quicker and quicker, thinking only of that delicious mouth.
Shion was trying his best, but he wasn’t used to servicing men like that, and he started having some trouble keeping up with the pace. He moaned and winced a bit, fearing he’d choke at some point; but he wasn’t going to mess up. His free hand started moving unconsciously to his groin where he could feel his very aroused self. He stroked it softly at first, still trying to focus more on his customer. He tasted the pre-cum, and after a few seconds, he felt Nezumi coming in his mouth.
He winced again, completely not used to the taste, and let go of Nezumi’s member before swallowing what he could; some spilled from the corners of his mouth, but before he had time to lick it, Nezumi had already leant forward and wiped if off with his thumb. The man was amazed at how much that mere boy managed to captivate his senses. Shion was looking slightly away, deep red as a tomato and seemed like he was awaiting orders.
Nezumi noticed his hand over his crotch and smirked. It was so easy to be taken in by this game.
“On your knees, and touch yourself.” he ordered.
Shion gulped and turned even redder. Shame, embarrassment, whatever. He felt all of these at the same time. He was human after all.
“Come on, I paid for you.”
A human, yes.
He complied, deciding that things could have been worse. He got on his knees and hesitated a bit at first, then pulled down his pants and gripped his own erection. He gave uncertain strokes at first, but his own desire progressively took over him, and forgetting the pair of grey eyes watching him, he gave in to pleasure, giving quick and firm strokes while panting heavily at the same time. His legs were trembling, threatening to give up on him but he held firm. Waves of hot and intense pleasure swallowed him as he kept touching himself, his cock now dripping and his hand wet.
The mere fact of watching him was enough to reawaken Nezumi’s arousal and he began to become hard again.
“Yes, like that...” he murmured, satisfied. “That’s right, you shameless whore. Show me how you please yourself.”
Shion could barely hear him, too absorbed by his own handwork. It didn’t take him long to reach his limit and come abundantly with a soft cry, staining the dark silky bed sheets. However, he didn’t get much time to recover as he found himself being pinned down on the mattress by Nezumi. The latter held one of Shion’s wrists firmly next to his head, while his free hand yanked his pants down and rested on his thigh.
“Let’s get to the fun part, shall we?” he said with a carnivorous smirk. From Shion’s thigh, his hand slipped down to his hole which he started probing, watching with amusement at the sudden tension seizing the boy.
“You must be a virgin down there, aren’t you? Then let’s train you a bit. You must have some lotion here, right?”
Shion nodded, then motioned the small piece of furniture next to the bed. Nezumi reached his hand to the first drawer and picked a bottle which seemed to be what he was looking for. Uncapping the bottle, he poured the liquid over his hand and moved it back to Shion’s entrance. The boy shivered a bit under the cold touch, but he completely tensed up when he felt a finger intruding in him. He let out a gasp of surprise and gulped when Nezumi leant over him and murmured at his ear:
“This is only the start, so you may as well get used to it.”
He inserted his finger deeper in Shion’s tight hole while keeping his legs spread with his other hand. The boy was wriggling a bit due to the discomfort, but he remained docile enough for Nezumi’s task to be easy. Soon enough, he added a second and a third finger, stretching the boy as much as he could and noticing with satisfaction that Shion was getting hard again.
He started thrusting his fingers more deeply while admiring that glistening and pale chest marred with that red snake. Most people would have found it repulsive, but Nezumi liked it. Then again, he had always had strange tastes.
Shion’s body was slowly getting used to the intrusion, and pleasure soon took over pain and discomfort. He suddenly jolted as Nezumi touched a particular spot in him that made him arch his back in a fit of bliss.
“So it’s here, huh?” Nezumi’s voice somehow reached his ears; Shion’s mind was getting too dizzy to register anything else. And again, the fingers rubbed against that spot, resulting in the same reaction as previously.
Shion couldn’t keep his eyes open; he shut them tight while at the same time biting his lower lip to prevent himself from letting shameful noises escape.
“Tsk, I’ll make you moan and cry soon.” Nezumi said, aiming again at Shion’s sweet spot one last time before pulling out his slick fingers. “That should do for now.”
He placed himself in front of Shion’s hole, coated his member with the remaining lotion and pushed in slowly. The boy let out a loud and jerky cry as Nezumi entered him, gripping the bed sheets as tightly as he could. Even with the preparation, it still hurt quite a lot and Shion was under the impression he was going to be torn apart.
“Stop tightening yourself, stupid!” Nezumi hissed. “It’ll hurt a lot more!”
He cursed silently. Well, it wasn’t in his habits to hurt someone just to do it, which was the main reason why he was getting cautious for fear of breaking that body.
“I’m... alright... ahh...” Shion moaned sweetly, panting hard. It was enough to convince Nezumi to continue.
When he was fully inside of the boy, he started pulling back, and in again, slowly at first, then raising the pace afterwards. The soft and wet sounds of Nezumi’s thrusts reached Shion’s ears, and the boy was only beginning to realize that he was having sex with an unknown man. But now wasn’t really the time to think about it, was it?
“Now... let me hear your voice a bit...” Nezumi said, thrusting rhythmically into the boy, making his body jerk at each movement.
Even if Shion had wanted it, he wouldn’t have been able to suppress all the sounds his body was making him emit. He kept moaning and gasping as an obvious invitation for Nezumi to continue, and when the latter hit his sweet spot again, his moans sounded more like cries and pleas for more.
A few hours ago, if someone had told Nezumi he’d been bedding a prostitute - and a male one above all - he’d have simply crushed that person’s face. But now here he was, pounding into that boy he had barely met, just because he found it original to have white hair and that... snake around his body.
Shion was very far from those considerations, completely swept away by the intense bliss spreading through his whole body. It didn’t hurt that much now, the only remaining feeling being that man entering him repeatedly and claiming his body like a mere object. The thought didn’t even disturb him, he had known for two years that it’d end up like that.
And before he knew it, all his bonds tying him to this earth snapped and he came for the second time like he never had before, calling Nezumi’s name loudly. The other man followed him after a few thrusts, gritting his teeth so the boy didn’t hear him hiss his name.
Nezumi pulled out of Shion and sat there, panting silently and watching as the other boy was still shaking from his orgasm, his seed spilled all over him. After a few minutes, he cleaned himself with the sheets and got out of the bed to put on his clothes. He was about to head for the exit when he heard Shion’s voice:
“Will I see you again?”
Idiot, you’re just a prostitute, why do you care? Nezumi thought. As he exited the room, no answer came out from his mouth. But I’m an idiot too for getting attached to you.
(Part 1)