12. Orange


"You don't have a prayer."

Rei stuck out his tongue and adjusted his sash, then fiddled with his collar. The white material, in line with his black pants and matching sleeveless vest, was pure silk. The collar, on the other hand, was infinitely less comfortable... in more ways than one. He turned to his companion with a small frown, waves of jet black hair brushing the back of his thighs.

"I feel like a whore," he mumbled.

"That's how you're supposed to feel."

"Shut up, Tala."

His friend smirked, crossing his arms. Rei pouted and readjusted his sash.

"It's for a good cause, I just have to remember that," he muttered.

Tala nodded in approval. "You ready?" he asked.

"Sure," Rei answered.

oOo

"WELCOME TO THE 30th ANNUAL AMOROUS ALMS HUMAN AUCTION! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ARE YOU READY?!"

No, actually. Rei was not ready. He'd have to apologize to Tala for lying, because there was no way he was prepared for this.

No one had told him they'd have to wear such ridiculous orange name tags.

No one had told him there'd be so many people.

No one had told him there'd be a sea of bourgeois women twice his age and with matching predatory expressions.

No one had told him- wait, was that a guy?

He swallowed.

Yep. Definitely a guy.

An attractive one.

One who was staring at him with two delicious eyes, blazing, the color of red silk, and-

Well. Maybe...

Maybe he was ready. Just a little bit.


I don't like this one, but the idea wanted to be a story. Fecking blot bunny. SHQ