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Story Title: Another View
Chapter Title: So Very Obvious
Characters: Yuuki Juudai, Johan Andersen
Story Word Count: 2100 words
Chapter Word Count: 300 words
LJ Challenge: This was written for the drabbleday challenge, using the prompt of 'slur'. I have not yet claimed this yet, but will once my other claim has been accepted and posted. But since I already wrote these...
Timeline: Not precisely applicable here. See notes.
Notes: See chapter one. This is the end of this set of drabbles, but I still have one more story in this twisted perversion of reality to tell. I don't know when I'll get to it, but someday...
Summary: You read of Johan's enslavement by a Haou of another world. Now read what Haou thinks of the situation.


Andersen wanted his attention. That was very nearly his natural condition, but at the moment, it was a touch more obvious than usual. He was stretched out on the couch again, his sleek, nearly nude body gleaming in the sunlight that arced in from the window, filtered only a little by the deep red curtains.

Juudai restrained himself from jumping on his whore right away. Not that the thought was an unpleasant one. Indeed, he quite looked forward to spreading those legs and enjoying the heady pleasures that fucking him always brought. But when Johan was obviously so wanting and wanton, he liked to tease just the tiniest bit.

Johan wasn't quite looking at him, and was actually pretending to be engrossed in some book or other. It had to be pretense. To truly have anything else on his mind that wasn't some form of pleasure was not possible. Nor was it safe, for Juudai did not like to be ignored, especially for a book.

He'd already destroyed one such tome that had kept his whore's attention for too long. A book of philosophy was nothing that Johan Andersen needed to be reading anyway. As if he could even understand such a volume. Ridiculous.

But now, he was so blatantly, so obviously all but begging Juudai to come and take him, as hard as he possibly could.

Andersen did make quite an attractive sight, his pale skin contrasting nicely against the black leather couch. Juudai made up his mind. He moved over there abruptly, plucked the book away and tossed it to one side. Johan opened his lips, not to protest, but whatever he was going to say was stifled by Juudai's lips. The fool of a whore wanted it anyway. Juudai always knew. Because it was what he wanted.

The End