"Make sure to take your underwear off along with your pants…"
"Yes, master."
There he stood, baring himself in front of one of his many clients. After the Dragons attacked the world and took over 35% of the land, humans had to scatter and migrate to different parts of the world where machinery was created to fend off against Dragons. Not many had the luxury to start from scratch. These lands were different from what they were accustomed to.
Sting Eucliffe, Guild Master of the once renowned Sabertooth guild was reduced to nothing more than, what people of the land called them, a "prostitute." Being caught by the guards of the land once he entered, his Magic was stolen via their advance technology. With no form to counterattack, he had to hope for the best and run away. However, he was left alone, his friends were captured and turned into slaves.
"Come here, pretty boy. I'll make you have a good time. Jijiji."
A man in his forties with good physique instructed him, and he did just as he was told. Closing his eyes, Sting simply allowed his body to be touched and played with. Sessions like this happened often, and gave him enough money to live another day. Leaving bite marks all over his chest, the man proceeds to play with his nipples, which arouse Sting and cause him to moan.
"Ahhh!"
"You like that?"
Silent followed the question. Back in Fiore Sting messed around with boys, but it was consensual and not for a living. Not so long ago, he watched as his then "lover" was eaten by a Dragon, all that he left behind was a white scarf. Whenever he would find a client, he would just imagine one of his previous lovenights.
"Jijiji, for being a prostitute you sure keep yourself clean, boy. Turn around and bend over, I'm done playing around. I want some real action now."
Doing as he was told, yet trying his best to resist the command, Sting now faces opposite to his client, arching his back upwards in an attempt to get this over with.
Tears rolling down his chin, he kept on wishing this would all end, and his Magic returned. But that would never happen; it's been months since he was left alone in this foreign land. However, that was all that kept him pushing forward and gathering enough money to free his friends and achieve a better living.
Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to be used, everything eventually coming to an end within a matter of minutes.
…
How he wished this was a horrible dream, one he would soon awake from.
Turning on a faint light–with a match– he opens the upper compartment of an old, rusty drawer; rain hitting the celling of tiny house (made of wood) hard enough to render his whimpers in-audible as he grabs an item. Pale, cold skin is hugged by a warm and scale-like, white scarf. Sting rubs his head on the scarf, feeding off its warmness and envisioning a life in which he would be protected by strong arms which once held him tight. Before heading to bed, he grabbed a piece of bread which would sustain him for the night.
…
Loud steps were heard outside, men laughing, the smell of alcohol scaring the creatures. Sting wakes up from his sleep, frantically looking out the window and immediately backing away once he sees the previous client coming towards the door with two different men accompanying him. One was in his teens, black hair and lean body, while the other one was in his late twenties, with a scar on his face and extremely muscular.
It was obvious that their intentions did not benefit Sting. The blond grabbed his precious memento, heading towards a secret exit he created behind the small house, along with a small bag, dropping several articles of clothes inside rapidly.
"Knock, knock! Jijiji. Open up boy. I brought company. I know you will like this. Open up boy!"
Hearing the loud bangs and shouts, Sting grabs the handle to the door and opens it slowly, trying not to make any noise. Successfully doing so, he proceeds to walk outside, morning sunrise welcoming him into the land.
"Ah- !"
A pair of hands wrapped around his mouth. Slowly turning to face the man, eyes widening as a fourth man awaited for him. But how, this was his secret exit.
"Jijiji. Thought you would run away from me so easily, huh? Unfortunately for you I'm not a dumb prostitute like you. Jijiji."
Trying his best to break away from the man holding him prisoner, Sting's attempts end in failure.
"Why don't we take him inside for some fun, boys?"
The three men nod in agreement.
The hand wrapped around Sting's arm is no more, as blood hits the ground. A punch strong enough to break through a wall is delivered by a shadowy figure.
"What the fuck?!"
Said the youngest, soon enough sent flying by a strong punch. Before long, the third man hits the ground as he is attacked by behind.
"Who are you?!"
Exclaimed the leader of the group.
"You touched something I hold dear, I will never forgive you."
A voice so familiar; that all of Sting's strength and will to fight had returned within seconds. Allowing him to pick himself up and look towards his savior, eyes clouding themselves like the clouds that darken the world before a storm.
The leader takes out a gun, aiming it at the figure.
"Die!"
However, before he can fire a shot, the gun is sent flying into the air. Soon enough to follow is the man, hitting the floor as a kick is delivered to his spine. Before the other man can receive equal treatment, he runs away screaming, like a dog with his tails between his legs. Running after the boy would mean leaving Sting alone, which lead him to face the latter, put him on his back and run as fast as he could. The boy on his back rubbing his eyes as tears kept flowing like never before.
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Was this a fantasy come true?
Sorry for not uploading any stories in so long. I'm still alive. It's just that nothing felt right. Just so you know, "Love is a Dangerous Game" has not been dropped. Here's my try at something a bit more serious, with an original storyline and less rated M material. Hope you all like it. Here's a previous of what's coming up:
Unable to control his emotions, Sting cries his heart out as he asks his rescuer questions.
"I thought you were dead… I missed you so much! What happened to you? N-Natsu, please don't let me go."
"I know. I'm so sorry Sting… All that you had to go through alone in this land. If only I had found you sooner. I won't let you go."
"All of that does not matter now… Your back is so warm, Natsu. I missed this warmth."
The sadness on Natsu's face quickly converts to happiness as Sting reassures him not his love for him never faded away.
"Hey, are you ready to rescue everyone? Lucy and the others came to this land as well. We have a secret hideout. Wanna join us?"
Eyes widen, with his mouth pressed against Natsu's shoulder Sting parts his lips.
"Do you want to join Express?"
"Yeah, I'd… I'd like that."