"Kou? KOU!" Volt practically yelled out into his friend's ear.
The young man shook his head, his brown hair making a soft 'swish'
sound.
//Get a hold of yourself man, you can't ever lose your cool...//
Dominique grinned, her eyes thinning into tiny slits as all her
sparkling,
straight teeth shon. "I'll bet I know what it is."
"What what is?" Kou said, his head turning sharply. Was it that
obvious?
Dominique winked at him. "We'll talk about it later. I'll bet
you'll be making a
trip to the red-light district later on, though."
Kou's brown eyes widened, as did Volt's. "Kou, are you getting
into prostitutes
or something?!"
"What? God, no!" Kou feigned bewilderment at Dominique and said,
"I
honestly don't know what yer talking about."
"Like hell you don't," Dominique laughed, before leaning in and
whispering
eversoquietly into Kou's ear, "The new guy."
Kou stood in the shadows of the alley. Any minute now, he was
going to show
up...any minute now.
This new guy was different from anyone Kou had ever seen. He
was slender,
but somehow obtained this unbelievable strength. His long wine-red
hair fell to greet
his shoulder-blades, streaked with mid-night black lengths. His lips
were always
crimson painted, and his heavy lids almost catlike. His leather pants
gleamed against
his cream-white skin. But it wasn't only his looks that set him apart.
He walked with an
air of confidence, and a strange mixture of bad-ass and elegance exuding
his every
step.
Every night, Kou would sneak out and watch he and his friends
practice
fighting. His friends were, while nowhere near as beautiful as he,
quite good-looking in
their own sense. One was somewhat short in stature, with waist long
black hair shining
like oil. He was ripped like a Greek god. The other was very feminine
and lithe, blonde
hair pulled back in a ponytail.
So in other words, Dominique was exactly right.
She was the only one in the world who knew Kou's sexuality. It
was kind of
obvious when she found him absolutely enthralled in a gay pornography
flick, a thin
line of saliva hanging from his mouth and his breath quickening. Every
day she would
say, "We need to get you a man!" She had, naturally, been thrilled
when she noticed the
way he looked at this new guy in the red-light district.
Kou snapped to reality. He had arrived.
His friends began to spar, but he was looking straight at Kou.
Kou's heart pounded insanely as he began walking towards him.
"Hello."
"...ahh..." The only thing that could escape Kou's lips was a
high rasping sound.
He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as the man before him smiled.
"I've noticed you hanging around here. Aren't you a bouncer?"
"...errm...eh, yes...I am..." //God, I am such an idiot!!//
The man only smiled some more, then held out his hand. "I'm Llewellyn."
"I-I'm..."
"...Kou."
After a pause, Kou asked, "How did you know?"
Llewllyn's smile broadened. "Because I wanted to know." He leaned
in, so close
to Kou that he could feel his hot breath. "There are a lot of things
I'd like to know about
you." And with that, this total stranger seized Kou by the lips.
Kou's eyes widened, especially when he realized that Llewllyn's
were shut.
When the man pulled away, he smiled and said, "Did you like that?"
Kou stammered for a moment, words flooding through his mind like
light into
a dark room.
"Just say yes," Llewllyn chuckled, "I could taste that you did."
"Y...yes..."
"Good," the man said, his smile growing slightly, "I've been
watching you
watching me. Do you ever wish you could join us?" As he spoke, his
two companions
moved in lurkily, seductively, until they were behind him on either
shoulder. The
feminine one looked cooly turned on, and the burlier one had a lusty
burning in his
eyes. Kou momentarilly felt a gangbang coming on.
"Yes..." Kou found himself saying. Words that had danced in his
mind now
spilled out of his mouth without his notice.
"But you've fantasized about Llewllyn the most, haven't you?"
the lithe one
said, his thin lips curving slightly as a bit of hair fell coyingly
over his eye.
"Yes, Cimbre," Kou said. He shooked his head. Why did he just
call him that? It
seemed like a name, the lithe man's name, like he had known him for
years.
"In fact, you've fantasized about him going down on you right
here in this
alley," the black-haired one said, as his muscles glistened in the
lampost light.
"Yes..." Kou waited for a name to dribble into his mind and onto
his tounge,
but none came. Only a blank space.
The two moved in, each taking one of his arms. Llewellyn forced
his tongue down Kou's
throat once more, and then all was blackness.