I'm getting tired of the lack of Rochu fics; no-one seems to be continuing their stories! I'm upset because there are some really good ones out there that I would like to see continued. So to help pass the time for others who are waiting like me, I decided to write another fiction with my OTP couple Russia and China! This will get better and longer, this is only the beginning! Enjoy! (This idea came from the song prostitution is the world's oldest profession and I dear madam am a professional by Cobra Starship)
He was beauty in a mans body. Small and curvaceous his eyes were that of golden chocolate, that shined so beautifully in the light. He had four siblings, three boys and one girl. Although they were not related by blood, he loved them all none the less, being the eldest. They all left him a long time ago, taken by different people and separating their "family" He was of Chinese origin, a lovely culture with a deep history that seemed to be immortal.
His name…was Wang Yao age 23
But no-one knew the real Wang Yao; no-one knew how kind and wonderful he really was. No-one had seen how talented or athletic he was. No-one knew that he loved cute things like pandas and hello-kitty or that he could just possible be the greatest cook in the whole world.
No…
No-one knew that Wang Yao.
Here, at what they called a Brothel, or as some would call it a Whore house. That is what our Wang Yao was known as, yes a Whore, nothing but a dirty prostitute trying to earn money the fast way. Giving his body to strangers and letting the emptiness of feeling alone in the world enter him. Yao never wanted this job, this life. He never wanted to let people control him, beat him; abuse him over and over again, tattering his soul.
But he needed the money to live, to survive. He wanted to be a chef, own his own business or even being a waiter was fine with him. Unfortunately no-one ever hired him and after about the 10th restaurant he applied to, he just gave up.
That is when he met the infamous Winter. Yes, Winter was his name, which is all he was known as…that is all he needed to be known as. His heart was made a pure ice, sly and devious. His smile was cold and he talked with a sort of swoon that could win anyone over.
Winter met Yao in the street, begging for money. Winter complimented Yao and told the small Asian that he was beautiful and if he ever considered using his beauty to get money. Yao knew right away that he was asking him to sell his body. At that time though, Yao was so despite, he would follow the devil to hell…which he now was. He hated the idea of people using him for his body but Yao was depressed and needed anything…maybe everything.
So this is where we find Yao now. Here…lying on a bed, tears burning his porcelain skin as he lay next to a man he didn't even know but the man will always come back for seconds. After every costumer he would lock himself in the bathroom of the room and stare at his reflection calling himself horrid names and cursing himself for ever getting in this line of duty. Then he would get gussied up and play the same performance for a new costumer.
This was his life now…could anyone possibly save him? It seemed that answer was undeniable impossible…no-one could save him…no-one…he was alone.
We'll, what do you think? Do you like it so far? I hope you do and I hope for you to review and tell me if you want me to continue. Your comments will be much appreciated!