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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:33 pm
Derniere_Danse He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly, streams of tears falling down his cheeks in defeat. His body shook, but no physical action could ever reach the level of hopelessness he felt inside. "....I won't disapoint or anger you again.." Shinto whispered. "My my.. I do really believe you have the potential to become a very good whore," Radevel commented, openly observing the body laid out before him. "Though I'm still debating on whether making you a public product or not. If you are, you will be nothing of cheap prices, you can be sure. Only very wealthy-" he took ahold of the back of Shinto's neck to bring him close to his own face- "and very horny men will be able to afford you." That grin never left him. "Then again.. I may just keep you for my own pleasures.. Ah, the decisions I have to make are simply tragic."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:22 pm
Snorting and looking away, he slowly got up, slapping the boy on the butt lightly, a smirk forming on his lips. Synei walked over to the kitchen and grabbed his pack of cigarettes on the counter. After lighting one up, he looked in the cupboards, the cig dangling from his lips. "I have ramen... instant, pasta, some chow mein stuff, and... that's about it." he said, glancing over at the boy, "I do have some fruit though, if you want something light." he added, taking his cig from his mouth to exhale.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:32 pm
"Just fruit is fine." He said, curling up into a loose ball on the couch. He laid to rest his head against his arm so he could see over the arm of the couch and into the kitchen. However, the image of his new boyfriend was still blocked off by the cushions, so he moved a bit over and leant his head on the actual arm of the couch. While gazing at the other man, he realized just how beautiful he was. The long crimson hair gave him an elegant look, and his eyes just added to his feminine features. Truthfully, he didn't look his age. Dai thought him much more beautiful than him. He couldn't see why anyone wouldn't want him. Though, he had to admit that the fact that the man was retiring from prostitution was welcomed. Now he didn't have to worry about him being taken and hurt by the men that usually went for the dainty ones. Though he had to admit that Synei could probably take much more than he could. He obviously had a lot more experience, and seemed more composed in that sort of situation and much stronger as well.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:57 pm
Synei ran a hand through his long hair and nodded, "Okay." he responded, opening the fridge door and bending over to reach into the bottom tray for an apple. Humming softly to himself, he shut the tray and kicked the door shut with his foot. Walking over to the counter, he pulled out his cigarette and put it on the edge of his ash tray, saving the rest for later. Pulling out the cutting board from a cabinet, he placed the apple on it and began to slice it. Glancing over at Dai, he smirked, "Don't think I'll be your little housewife for much longer, Dai-chan." he said as he cut out the center piece in each of the slices so that the kid wouldn't eat any of the bad part. Pulling out a plate, he put a small bit of peanut butter on the side of the plate, in case Dai wanted to dip the apples in it. Setting the cutting board in the sink along with the knife, he threw away the core before returning to the kid's side, setting the plate down before him. Walking back, he grabbed his still lighted cigarette and sat down next to him on the couch, wrapping an arm around the boy's waist as he flipped through the channels once again.
[I have to go now.. but yeah.. I'll be on tomorrow, too. ^^]
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:11 pm
Dai smiled and leant against him as soon as he returned to his side. He grabbed an apple slice and heaved a great glob of peanut butter onto the unsuspecting fruit. Grinning, he ran his finger over a bit of peanut butter that decided to fall and placed it onto Synei's cheek. He then moved a bit and licked it away, smiling innocently before taking a bite out of the actual apple. "Apples with peanut butter is one of my favorites, Shi-kun!" He announced, "And I must say that you don't taste so bad yourself." He added, winking playfully.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:10 am
Derniere_Danse ichinosai Derniere_Danse ichinosai Iramu woke to the sight of sun in his eyes. He was in his bed room, and he was alittle disappointed. He sat up on his bed looking down at his feet wondering what happened last night. He didn't feel anything, but for some reason he wasn't happy that he didn't feel it. He got up and looked around, and for a split second remembered that he was staying up for Shino's sake. Now Iramu's mind was filled with worry now, and his thoughts of The night before with Ritkuo was just not important. He walked up to Lady B's office to see if she was alright, "Ma Lady are you okay?" he said prudently not knowing if she was sleeping, worried or cranky. "You may come in if you wish Iramu..." came a soft reply from inside. The lights were not on, only some faint light that managed to make it through the curtains made the room barely visual. With a glass of wine in hand, Lady B was sitting beside the record player were the pleading voice of Freddie Mercury cried through teh speakers. The rythem of the music matched the atmosphere in the room. A glimmer of hope for the best, yet with a hint of forewarning that nothing was going to be the same ever again or that something far worse was just around the corner. The final moments of Mercury before he died. Iramu krept into the suprisingly un kempt room, "Lady B did you hear anything about Shinto?" He asked. He saw the multitudes of wine bottles near her desk and saw that she wasn't taking this well either. She swallowed a mouthful of the bitter poison (wine) and shook her head. "Not a word. I have informed the police of our current situation and they said they would get on it." Placing the glass down on top of the record player case, she laughed in disbelief and covered her eyes with her hand, "I will teach you one thing, Iramu. This is stained world. Nothing is pure anymore." "Ma Lady you don't know what your saying. Its the wine talking," he walks over taking the glass out of her hand, "I will go back there and smuggle him back!" As drastic as it was he wanted to do it anyway.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:56 am
Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Be--. The half-asleep brunette reached over and lazily clicked his alarm clock off. He didn't really want to wake up; it would be a very slow day without Shinto around. Although Mizi personally didn't have much contact with the popular boy on a day-to-day basis, it didn't mean that others he knew weren't affected by the absence more than he was. He was going to have to smile tirelessly today and try desperately to raise the spirits of everyone with little to no success.
He sat up suddenly in his bed, covers falling from his bare, smooth chest. This wasn't like him. He wasn't a pessimist. 'Be optimistic, Miz. What's gotten into you?' he reprimanded himself silently. Running fingers through his quirky, bedhead locks, violet hues read the clock: 9:00 am. He gave a final glance at that tempting pillow before pushing his frame from the bed and heading into his bathroom for a shower. His ribcage was almost entirely better from Mr. Itaiku's rough treatment and the few bruises that adorned his shoulder and collarbones were almost completely gone. In fact, he could barely see them... Mizi shook his head as he stepped into the shower and the cool water matted down his now soaking wet hair. He saw the abusive client tomorrow afternoon. Slaine had encouraged him to go to Lady B and ask to be released from his contract with Mr. Itaiku, but the owner of the Gentlemen's Club already seemed to have enough on her plate with Shinto gone. With Mr. Radevel Taibel's reputation, Shinto was in more horrible predicament than Mizi could imagine. Maybe as long as he didn't mention it to the waiter, Slaine wouldn't ask.
Mizi stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel about his small waist. A small smile painted his lips. Besides, Slaine's own "healing" seemed to work wonders on his body this time around. Although he didn't expect it to ever occur between the two of them again, Mizi thought he could probably endure his client for at least one more week. He would just have to try and avoid losing his shirt around the attractive waiter for a whole week. Easy, right?
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:52 pm
Synei blinked as he suddenly fell something sticky on his face. Taking a deep, annoyed sigh, he went to turn his head and glare at the kid when he suddenly felt a wet tongue against his cheek. He froze, his hand cupping the side of the boy's hip squeezing gently as he looked down, raising an eyebrow, feeling a bit flushed, "Oh really, Dai-chan, I'm so happy I could please." he said a bit sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he pulled the boy even closer next to him, reaching down to dip an apple in peanut butter before grabbing the boy's jaw and forcing it open gently before popping the apple in the kid's mouth. Leaning over, he ran his tongue along the edge of the boy's ear before nibbling at the soft earlobe, "You don't taste half bad yourself, kid." he replied, a small smirk on his lips as he returned his focus to the tv program.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 8:34 pm
Dai blushed at the feel of the wet tongue on his ear. Silently, he wrapped an arm around the man's waist and ate his apple slices with one hand, his head in the man's lap. The position felt slightly awkward, but he didn't mind. Being so close to the man filled him with content after all. "You're comfy..." He murmured, gazing up at him with his green/blue eyes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 11:24 am
Nolas Derniere_Danse He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly, streams of tears falling down his cheeks in defeat. His body shook, but no physical action could ever reach the level of hopelessness he felt inside. "....I won't disapoint or anger you again.." Shinto whispered. "My my.. I do really believe you have the potential to become a very good whore," Radevel commented, openly observing the body laid out before him. "Though I'm still debating on whether making you a public product or not. If you are, you will be nothing of cheap prices, you can be sure. Only very wealthy-" he took ahold of the back of Shinto's neck to bring him close to his own face- "and very horny men will be able to afford you." That grin never left him. "Then again.. I may just keep you for my own pleasures.. Ah, the decisions I have to make are simply tragic." His eyes were dull and dead at this point. Hearing Radevel rant on about tough decisions and what not. Like he ever had to make a tough decision that didn't involve him getting the better end of the stick. That was not the same for Shinto, throughout his life, he had made decisions that resulted in the benefit of others. All those men and wemon he had spent the night with, running away from home, the countless sleepless nights to cover someone else's shift, it was all at his exspense. Even now, as he layed in the hands of the devil, his sacrafice only benifited others. "Yeah... nothing's easy..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 11:26 am
ichinosai Derniere_Danse ichinosai Derniere_Danse ichinosai Iramu woke to the sight of sun in his eyes. He was in his bed room, and he was alittle disappointed. He sat up on his bed looking down at his feet wondering what happened last night. He didn't feel anything, but for some reason he wasn't happy that he didn't feel it. He got up and looked around, and for a split second remembered that he was staying up for Shino's sake. Now Iramu's mind was filled with worry now, and his thoughts of The night before with Ritkuo was just not important. He walked up to Lady B's office to see if she was alright, "Ma Lady are you okay?" he said prudently not knowing if she was sleeping, worried or cranky. "You may come in if you wish Iramu..." came a soft reply from inside. The lights were not on, only some faint light that managed to make it through the curtains made the room barely visual. With a glass of wine in hand, Lady B was sitting beside the record player were the pleading voice of Freddie Mercury cried through teh speakers. The rythem of the music matched the atmosphere in the room. A glimmer of hope for the best, yet with a hint of forewarning that nothing was going to be the same ever again or that something far worse was just around the corner. The final moments of Mercury before he died. Iramu krept into the suprisingly un kempt room, "Lady B did you hear anything about Shinto?" He asked. He saw the multitudes of wine bottles near her desk and saw that she wasn't taking this well either. She swallowed a mouthful of the bitter poison (wine) and shook her head. "Not a word. I have informed the police of our current situation and they said they would get on it." Placing the glass down on top of the record player case, she laughed in disbelief and covered her eyes with her hand, "I will teach you one thing, Iramu. This is stained world. Nothing is pure anymore." "Ma Lady you don't know what your saying. Its the wine talking," he walks over taking the glass out of her hand, "I will go back there and smuggle him back!" As drastic as it was he wanted to do it anyway. She stood from her chair and raised her hand to Iramu, although she never stuck him, the intent was there. "Never say anything so stupid and irrational ever again. I don't need another casualty on my hands, Iramu." Her voice was hard and her eyes pierced his very soul. Those icey eyes. "You have overstayed your visit in my quaters. Be off and help the others do some chores."
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 11:54 am
Rikuo wandered aimlessly around the mansion, thinking about current events and regretting saying all the bad things he shouted in Shinto's face. He sighed heavily and found rest in an old wooden chair. He placed is hands on his chin and slouched over in his seat, pondering about whether he should do anything or not. He wasn't a "family" member because he was here for a completely different than any of the other boys, but the feeling inside of him that he had to do something knawed away at him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:24 pm
Synei raised an eyebrow, his hand moving to rest in the boy's soft hair again, "Is that so?" he said, pausing. "It's only because I'm not sitting on your lap." Grinning, he wiped up a bit of peanut butter stuck to Dai's mouth, "I've been told I have quite the bony a**." Rolling his eyes, he pretended to turn his attention back to the television, as though he was watching the stupid program. Peeking down at the boy, he wrapped his arm around the boy's waist as well, pulling him closer. He didn't know why he felt so at peace and so happy around the boy, but he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 2:36 pm
At that the boy chuckled, his eyes closing as a smile spread across his face. He didn't know why, but it was hard to stop smiling when around the elder man. "Aw. I'm sure your a** is fine!" Dai half joked, half tried to assure the other. "It looked fine when you were in the kitchen." He added, opening his eyes innocent and using his finger to place some peanut butter on the bridge of his new lover's nose. Sticking his tongue out playfully, Dai turned on his side and nessled his face in the man's lap, quite happy and content when an arm slid around his waist.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 6:49 pm
Derniere_Danse ichinosai Derniere_Danse ichinosai Derniere_Danse ichinosai Iramu woke to the sight of sun in his eyes. He was in his bed room, and he was alittle disappointed. He sat up on his bed looking down at his feet wondering what happened last night. He didn't feel anything, but for some reason he wasn't happy that he didn't feel it. He got up and looked around, and for a split second remembered that he was staying up for Shino's sake. Now Iramu's mind was filled with worry now, and his thoughts of The night before with Ritkuo was just not important. He walked up to Lady B's office to see if she was alright, "Ma Lady are you okay?" he said prudently not knowing if she was sleeping, worried or cranky. "You may come in if you wish Iramu..." came a soft reply from inside. The lights were not on, only some faint light that managed to make it through the curtains made the room barely visual. With a glass of wine in hand, Lady B was sitting beside the record player were the pleading voice of Freddie Mercury cried through teh speakers. The rythem of the music matched the atmosphere in the room. A glimmer of hope for the best, yet with a hint of forewarning that nothing was going to be the same ever again or that something far worse was just around the corner. The final moments of Mercury before he died. Iramu krept into the suprisingly un kempt room, "Lady B did you hear anything about Shinto?" He asked. He saw the multitudes of wine bottles near her desk and saw that she wasn't taking this well either. She swallowed a mouthful of the bitter poison (wine) and shook her head. "Not a word. I have informed the police of our current situation and they said they would get on it." Placing the glass down on top of the record player case, she laughed in disbelief and covered her eyes with her hand, "I will teach you one thing, Iramu. This is stained world. Nothing is pure anymore." "Ma Lady you don't know what your saying. Its the wine talking," he walks over taking the glass out of her hand, "I will go back there and smuggle him back!" As drastic as it was he wanted to do it anyway. She stood from her chair and raised her hand to Iramu, although she never stuck him, the intent was there. "Never say anything so stupid and irrational ever again. I don't need another casualty on my hands, Iramu." Her voice was hard and her eyes pierced his very soul. Those icey eyes. "You have overstayed your visit in my quaters. Be off and help the others do some chores." After almost getting hit he fell to the ground pushing a bottle to the side and smashing it against the wall. He was silent when he scrambled to his feet and ran out the door knowing she won't miss the next time. When Iramu slamed the door behind him he slid down the side of the wall.
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