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So, here it goes the first chapter. There are some lemons here. Be aware of that. And sorry about my lack of English grammar…
1 – Hazel eyesHe had brought white roses, her favorite flowers. He was one month late to pay his visit. He always spent by her side his birthdays, but since what have happened one month ago, he didn't have courage enough to see her again. How could he explain this to her?
"I let someone use me as a sex toy", he said, without knowing that the words echoed his thoughts. "I gave myself a first time with a prostitute for my birthday present."
He kneeled down before her and let his face repose at the cold surface of the grave. What he could say? They never had any secrets to each other, since they were children and now, that she had become an angel, who watched him day and night, would be impossible to maintain the happenings from a month ago.
"Sorry for being a coward and not telling before about this… But, the truth is, Aya, I am terrible alone without you… I'll never be someone again without your presence, my dear sister…", he could feel his eyes burning, but didn't let the tears fall. He had promised her he would never cry when she was gone. Nevertheless, this promise, sometimes, was difficult to accomplish.
"I'm an egoist, I know… I wanted to have you by my side when you were so ill… but you were my reason to live… Without our parents, I only had you… I only made as a teacher of Koua Academy because of you… And now… I am empty. I do not know what to do… Please, help me Aya, help me to get out of this world. I want to be with father, mother and you. I don't want to live."
Before he could prevent, the tears were falling. Two years and he had broken his promise. The tears would not stop and all of his body begun to jerk with the hiccups. He was broken and alone. She was his only light after the accident that killed their parents. Now… he had no one.
"Hey, man, are you feeling alright?", asked a strange voice. He could feel the person kneel beside his bending form and put a hand at his back. The warm touch of someone. Like if someone, besides his sister, would care about him.
However, he could not let himself to answer that kind voice. The tears did not let. He only wished that the tears could let him go away from this world.
The hands, however, did not let him. They tried to make him compose himself and slowly he was submitting to the kindness of a strange, letting himself be rise and get on his feet. His eyes were facing the ground, seeing the tears that were still falling. The always gentle hands came to his face, rising him and he felt a fine cloth trying to wipe the tears.
When he was himself again, he let the eyes open up and was rewarded with a pair of brilliant hazel eyes, that seemed to shine in surprise. His amethyst eyes immediately recognized him despite he never saw those shining eyes before. They looked at each other like it was the first time, but in a sense, it was.
The bronze hand came to his face again, with the cloth, drying the path the tears had made. It was a gentle touch. Just like everything in him. Everything he could remember about that only time he was with another person.
"I'm sorry", said both at the same time, getting in an uncomfortable silence, but never taking the eyes of each other. It was as if they were trapped inside each other eyes…
"I-I couldn't have interrupted your, sir… But I thought that you might be hurt and…", Ran let his hand move of it's own accord to touch that red lips and silence him.
"Thank you", he said after a time, letting go the sensation of those cool lips in his fingertips.
"You're always welcome…", said the man, getting his hand before he could move away.
With the free hand, the man with hazel eyes touched that fairy skin. That face almost too beautiful to be real, even with the tears' marks, which make him even more enticingly. He would never know why, but it seemed that that beautiful redhead used some kind of magnet that made his lips taste each other.
It was a simple touch, enough to send electricity through his body and make him wake up from that haziness, jerking his body from the other's touch.
"I'm sorry, sir, I-I didn't know what I was doing… I'm sorry…", said the hazel-eyed man bowing his head.
He only looked at the man, who was visibly regretted with the spontaneous gesture. He didn't know what to say and the silence became unbearable.
"I have to go ", he finally said, giving his back to the other man.
"Wait!", the calling was almost desperate, which make him turn back to see that man with eyes almost too bright. "Y-you forgot something at our house."
With this, he became intrigued. What he could possibly let at that place?
"A book. A book with poetry. I'm sorry if I read it. But there were things so beautiful written …"
So it was there where his favorite poetry book was…
"You can have it", he said after a long time, only contemplating those eyes which shone almost with hope. "I can buy another."
"Y-You're right? I can let someone at the reception return it to you, sir…"
"Don't mind with this. I'm giving the book to you."
The smile was almost too painful for him to see, because it reminded of her always-bright smiles. Why did some prostitute, with so beautiful hazel eyes would remind his sister in that so spontaneous smile?
"Thank you, sir. I'll always treasure this", with a last smile, he give his back to him and both went their ways separately.
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He didn't know why, but his feet guided him through the entire path to this place – the discreet tree-story house, with well-made gardens and two attractive young men at the front as receptionists. They greeted cheerfully all the fine and rich men that arrived. Expensive cars made their stop at the front of that house all the time and the place's chauffeur took the keys from their owners to park their vehicles.
He had an expensive car too, but he always came to work by feet, since the academy was only a few blocks from his home and after the classes he liked to stay at the coffee shop that were at the end of the school's street. There he could read a book or even correct some tests, since their owners get used with his presence. But not this time. This time his feet took him by front of that house again. This time, he was sober enough to know where he was.
Since that strange encounter one week ago, he could not let those hazel eyes and that smile out of his mind. It was almost a call and this night all the denial to go there from the past week have been in vain. He wanted to feel alive again and know that someone would care about him, even as if he would pay for this.
"Good night, sir", a helpful voice greeted him. He was in front of the house, being greeted by the two hosts. Not answering their compliment, he only let himself enter at that house and be guided by a host to one of the tables in that bar which occupied all the first floor.
He could see the handsome boys with masks talking, kissing and doing another things with their respective clients. Some of them were dancing, and others were going upstairs, where the rooms were.
"In which can we be helpful? There are some of our boys you have your eyes set?"
It was the question he most wanted and unwanted to hear. And before he could see the menu of pretty faces disposed before his eyes and say the name, or rather, the number, another voice came behind them.
"Good night, Mr. Red. If you want, I can take care of you again, sir."
It did not need him to face the owner of that voice. He knew exactly who it was. He came here unconsciously to see him again, why would he deny that offer? With just a nod, one of the hosts distanced himself and let only he and the "Number 001".
"I hope I can be a good company for you tonight, sir", he said, the eyes behind that mask almost piercing his. He made a movement to sit beside Ran and the teacher just give him enough space.
"Can I touch you, sir?", came the question, as if the man was almost afraid to displease him.
"I-I don't mind", Ran answered, bringing a smile at those lips.
Before he knew it, cool fingertips were at his face and neck, caressing and he closed the eyes. Soon lips almost too gently came and he could feel the heat being rise inside of him, a kind of sensation Ran never felt before in his life. When those lips came upon his, he let a moan escape and submitted to all the sensations this man was giving to him.
The tongue went almost too wildly inside his mouth and for the first time, since he could remember, he felt the caress of a kiss. Hesitantly he imitated the movements that experienced tongue was doing and soon he was inside of a sensual battle for control, which he lost of course.
Being lowered to the cool cushions of the seat where they were, Ran let his necktie be undone and helpful fingertips unbutton his shirt. Soon those lips were on his neck and he couldn't think straight. The hands roamed through his body, almost too hungry to touch him, letting go his suit and in an instant, everything was gone.
He was breathing hard, almost as if he was running wildly and he could feel his partner was experiencing the same sensation. A provocative tongue licked Ran's lips in a most sensuous way.
"Would we get a room? Or do you prefer to have the intercourse here?", asked that husky voice, making Ran feel the intensity of that eyes he couldn't see well behind that mask.
"…a room… I think I prefer a room", he said after a long time trying to catch his voice back.
The man smiled seductively and helped him to sit down. With just a gesture, one of the hosts came.
"Mr. Red and I need to get a room. Would you please make his account?", he said in business-like tone at the same time he was caressing affectionately Ran's hands.
"In a moment", said the host, coming with a machine in which Ran introduced his credit card, making the debt automatically. "Thank you sir"; said the host, giving his most trained smile, "and have a good time here".
He got up with the help of his companion, who guided him by the hand until the stairs, which take to the rooms on the second floor.
The room, this time, was decorated with dark. The bed sheets where black just like the furniture here: a loveseat and a desk with some kind of things used for sex. There was no mirror, like in the other room he woke up that first time, and dark candles illuminated the room, giving a sacred aspect to the place. There were black silk curtains and behind them a bathtub with hot water.
Ran heard the door close behind him and felt hands take his waist; turning to the man he was to spend the night with. A hand went to his face, inclining him and again those lips fell on his, making him just want to drown in these sensations.
Slowly, without stop the kissing and fondling, they were moving towards the bed and Ran sat at the edge with slightly distanced legs. His lover's knee opened up the distance, coming in the middle of them, almost making him cry with the pressure of that knee on his crotch.
Hesitantly the prostitute's lips removed from his and he caressed the teacher's face affectionately, like a real lover would do. Sweet kisses were left on his face and Ran tried to touch that well-built body in front of him.
Gentle hands roamed through his torso, until they found the shirt buttons and, slowly, begun to unfasten one by one, discovering all of that smooth skin that almost burned to feel the touch. He tried to take the shirt the man was using but didn't have enough will when fingertips touched one pale nipple.
His shirt was discarded on the floor and he let the man lie him down at the black sheets. The pressure on his groin continued and at the same time, he felt a tongue lavish one of his nipples, making him moan quietly. The hands unfastened the belt and soon the buttons, opening his trousers.
He could feel his sex came to life and a sweet touch on it made Ran almost jump of the bed. He never knew that shared intimacy would be so mind-blowing. Slowly the trousers were undone and he was naked before those hidden eyes. A seductive smile formed in those lips and Ran let his eyes close, feeling himself almost without breath.
A tongue came almost unexpectedly on his organ and he almost cried with pleasure. At the same time fingertips surrounded his member giving enough pressure as those lips and that hot mouth stimulated him without mercy until he reached the climax.
Breathing hard and deeply Ran slowly released the sheets he was clenching without knowing. The intense pleasure and the feel of the man's presence still there made him self-conscious and wanting. With a kiss, he involved his one-night lover at the neck and tasted himself on his mouth. He felt the heat of the other body as naked as his and the erect member which was pulsing against his abdomen.
"Take me… please…", he asked, separating their mouths, looking at the hidden eyes of his lover. "Take me now, please, and make me feel. Make me feel all of you… Please…"
"As you wish, my beautiful. I'm all yours to do everything you want", he answered with some lingering kisses on his face.
Hands went to his waist, making him sit at the bed and soon they were in his hair, unbraiding it, making the long tresses cascading at his back. The fingers combed through them and his paid-lover approached to feel the smell, making Ran close the eyes with the proximity.
Slick fingers probed at his entrance, making him squirm beneath that touch. His head felt at his one-night lover's shoulder and he was gasping, trying to fight against the discomfort and the pleasure as another finger went inside of him. He was being so patient, so gentle… so different than the last time… As if Ran could remember very well all that happened that night. He only wanted to feel the man inside of him no matter what and didn't let him prepare his untouchable body. However, that time he was drunk and now he was sober. Now he let his paid lover do as was right. Another finger entered and he could swear he would be able to die in this state.
Then the fingers left him, vacating his body so abruptly. His breathing was ragged, he couldn't think straight and his hands held the prostitute's shoulders. Firm hands grip his waist, lifting him slightly to make him sit slowly at the engorged member of his paid lover waiting almost impatiently. He felt the member probe at his entrance and looked at the masked man. He made a face almost as if he was asking something and Ran only nodded almost imperceptibly, letting him know that he was ready. Or thought he was ready.
That organ invading his body entered slowly, but not without pain. Ran moaned quietly, leaning the face on his shoulders, clinging his lover under the arms. His nails scratched the bronzed skin as the member went, as if this was sufficient to made him feel no pain. Ran was almost without breath when the organ went completely inside of him.
"Breathe", said the husky voice of his paid lover, as if he was struggling against the will to ravish Ran right there without warning, like that first time. Coming back to himself, Ran begun to breath again in little gasps and the man begun to move inside of him, sending a shiver of pain mixed with pleasure.
Another movement and Ran was lost to the world, wanting only to feel that man inside of him. The more his breathing became short, faster were the pace. He was trying to find the right speed to encounter his paid lover's and soon, let himself fall on his back at the bed taking his one-night lover with him, wrapping his waist with the legs. He never letting Ran's body and going inside and out almost too fast. The sound of their altered breathing and the movements of the two sweated bodies invaded the room illuminated by the candles, making dancing shadows of the two one-night lovers in their joining that night.
Spilling his seed inside of the protection he wore, the prostitute let himself be prostrated on top of his client, gradually their breathing coming to normality again and the feel of the each other's body, hot and sweated, giving them enough time to regain their composure.
"Thank you…", murmured Ran, embracing the golden body on top of his. "Thank you…", he repeated, kissing the tanned face above his.
"You're so beautiful…", said the prostitute, regaining his voice and looking to the face his hands caressed. "So beautiful and sad that makes me want to give you everything this night, only to make you happy… Ask me anything and I'll give it to you."
"I just want to spend all this night with you. With only you by my side this night", said Ran, closing the eyes and embracing even stronger that well-built body.
They had sex during many times that night, stopping only to have a little nap. When the day broke, they had a bath, as a late courtesy promised by the prostitute and said goodbye to each other with lingering and heating kisses.