Usopp clenched and unclenched the sheet a few times before pulling it closer to his chin. He wasn't sure if he wanted the man to see he was awake as he redressed across the room. So many of his firsts were gone. Not like how he had imagined it. It had been very rough, painful, not entirely willing, and even the things he would have guessed to be innocent like kisses felt somehow dirty. He was even about to be abandoned as if he hadn't even been a fling, just a piece of trash.
Today was the last time he would be ashamed of himself.
He kept his eyes closed in feigned sleep as he heard the man wander around the room, taking his time putting on his boots. Klahadore had seemed so nice in the market. Kind to children. Elegant. Refined. He was kind to him. Bought him a drink and then told him about adventures he had heard from pirates. Usopp had admired him. Had respected him. When he fore-longingly looked into his drink and spoke of how handsome young men such as Usopp didn't find him attractive anymore, Usopp disagreed. He disagreed and thought he was being bold by suggesting slyly he was willing to prove it.
How stupid he had been! Why did it have to go so far? Why did that man act shy and nervous...was it really so important that Usopp flatter and beg him? That he not allow the long nosed young man one once of dignity in retrospect?
Usopp hated it. He hated that he had thought he wanted this man. He wished he could take it all back.
Large hands pulled forcefully on the sheets and Usopp was forced to make the snap judgment to continue the act or not, choosing to continue 'sleeping' he let the sheet fall away revealing his naked body. The large hands lightly ran over some of the more significant bruises on Usopps naked form. Words thrashed through the young mans brain....most commands that despite the pain, the cold, and such a despicable mans hands on him- he would not shake nor get aroused. He felt a sinking sensation inside that told him he would only succeed at one of the two.
The breath of the man drew close as he seemed to examine each welt and bite mark on the flesh. Usopp internally begged for him to leave. And then he did, taking the sheet and the balled up underwear of the other man with him. Usopp knew as soon as he opened his eyes and sat up he would be forced to see his reflection in the large desk mirror.
The other man. That Klahadore. He had taken his sheet. His underwear. His first sexual experiences. His innocence. And his pride. Never again would he fall so low. He would be brave and become the man he had wanted.
Despite the nicknames the townspeople gave him....he knew.
That man. He was the real liar.