Disclaimer: I only own Mr. Kutabara, Danner, and Tobrian. I... think that's it... well, any OCs are mine.
I can't believe no one reviewed on my last chapter! How dare you people, LOL! Don't worry, I'm not mad. Well, thank you for your mental support, anyway. Maybe I'll get some more visible support from chapter five.
Also, I forgot this last chapter, if anyone can guess which anime character Tobrian is based on, you'll get the final chapter dedicated to you and your input on many of the finalities of this story! WARNING: YOU MAY RECEIVE SPOILERS AT YOUR OWN RISK!VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
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The old man continued to pull Ryou along behind him, paying little heed to the teen's reluctance to follow. "Come on, now. The sooner we get a room, the sooner we can start."
'Oh, yes, that just has me wanting to run the whole bloody way there,' Ryou thought to himself, nibbling on his lip. The two walked into a little Motel 6, and the senior rented a smoking room for the night.
"You smoke?" Ryou asked him, crinkling his nose with distaste. "If it bothers you, I won't." "Oh, uh, it's fine." The man laughed. "You're new at this, aren't you?"
Ryou blushed. "How could you tell?" He laughed. "You're way too mousy to be the usual hooker." "I'm sorry."
The elder smiled at him. "It's perfectly fine. After all... I like them 'new'. My name's Kutabara. Remember it because, if you do well, you'll be seeing me again." Ryou inclined his head and let a blush spread over his cheeks.
"Well, come on, kiddo. Let's head to our room. By the way, what's your name?"
Ryou was about to reply when he stopped to think. Was it really okay to tell this old guy even his first name? Toto and Danny, sure: they were nice enough. But some greasy old pervert? Ew!
"You can call me Shiroi." "'White'? It suits you." Kutabara opened the door for Ryou and let the bunny-like teen in first. "Well, let's not waste any time. Strip, boy!"
Ryou hopped to the order, immediately tugging his shirt over his head while trying to simultaneously get his jeans down around his knees. "Woah, woah, woah! Easy, now! Slower, kiddo! Striptease, okay?"
A creeping blush spread over Ryou's face. "Oh! Yes, sir!" Ryou changed his style of motion, slowly lifting the shirt from his chest and pulled it over his head, throwing his head side to side, his hair brushing over his shoulders. He tossed the T-shirt to an anonymous corner of the room.
"Much better," Kutabara purred, finding the little kitten's sex-show very arousing. Ryou accepted this and started to undo the belt of his jeans. 'Shouldn't I be feeling a little weirder about stripping in front of some old guy that isn't my Bakura?'
A frown crossed his pretty features but that didn't detain him from undoing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper. "That's a love. Leave those panties on and come here."
Ryou took a step towards the male. "No no no; little Shiroi has to crawl." Ryou blushed and dropped to his hands and knees, crawling cautiously over to his employer and resting his head in the man's lap.
"Good pet." He petted the fluffy white hair and pulled Ryou up on to the bed. The white-haired boy laid back at his bidding and whimpered as the elder man licked and kissed random spots all down his chest.
"Oh, young flesh is so soft," he moaned, rubbing his thumb over Ryou's hypersensitive nipples. "Oh, oh!" Kutabara laughed at his little sex-pet. "Let's get those undies off of you, okay?"
Before Ryou could reach down to the elastic waist, Kutabara hooked his finger in the under-cloth and tugged the garment down Ryou's legs. The bunny gasped and squirmed at his unveiling.
"Come now; with a body like that, you've no need to be shy." Ryou blushed at the appraising looks focused in between his legs. "Well, little Shiroi, are you ready to earn your pay?"
The albino teen paled at the very mention but resolutely spread his legs. "I... guess so."
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Two hours later, Kutabara was pulling on the jacket over his clothes and pulled the wallet out of his pocket. "Here, kid. There's an extra ten bucks in there, just for the hell of it."
Ryou grabbed the bills and unobtrusively stuffed them in the pocket of his discarded pants. "Um, sir? Can I ask you a question?" He looked back at the teen. "Yes?"
"What time is it?" Kutabara laughed but did as Ryou bid and checked his watch. "About 1:15 am." "1:15 am? Oh my god, he's going to kill me for being gone this long!" Ryou rushed about the room, trying to pull all of his clothes on and find more.
"Oh, oh, I know he's going to be so furious with me!" The elder watched Ryou with a raised eyebrow. "Pimp or something?" "Not quite... my, uh, boyfriend." "A boyfriend! Now that's one I haven't heard before."
"I'm sorry, sir, I really have to go!" "Of course, kiddo. But how can I get a hold of you again." Ryou paused. "Um, just... ask Toto to give me a message! Now I've got to get out of here!"
The albino teen dashed out of the room and ran down the alleyway, trying to get to the main street where he could catch a cab. Mysterious eyes watched him from every shadow; he was quite the oddity, such a pure little thing in this hell.
A soft voice hissed from the shadows, "turn down 5th so you can catch the bus." "Pardon?" Ryou stopped running to look into the blackened corner. "You're Toto's newbie, ain't'cha? There's a bus leaving from 5th in two minutes." "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Ryou started running again and just managed to hop on the bus when the doors began to shut. Even as he dropped the change in the box, he almost wondered if it would be worth it to get off.
Being stared at from the shadows was creepy. Being stared at by people you could see was worse. Whispers floated all around him though he was able to pick up pieces of conversations.
"What the hell is an innocent little thing like that doing 'round here?" "Do you think she's a whore?" "You got cash; we can split her." "I'll give you ten bucks if you cut off a lock of her hair."
Ryou didn't make any move to acknowledge what was being said; though he did tuck his long hair into the back of his shirt. "Yo, princess!" Some brazenly muscular teen sat himself down in Ryou's seat.
"Yes?" "I got some Crystal on me right now, cheap, if you want it." Ryou looked up, showing those vulnerable doe-brown eyes. "Pardon?" "Crystal. Coke. Crack. You... don't know what that is, do you?"
"Should I?" The teen laughed, thumping Ryou on the back of the head and moving to sit in another seat. Ryou stared out the window, watching the lights fly by and blur together as the bus sped down the road.
He could see his reflection on the glass and wasn't 100 percent sure that he liked what he saw. Tear tracks ran down his face from the shame and fear of being taken by another but his lover, a trench coat that wasn't his made him look like a small child playing dress-up, and his hair was a tragic mess.
Finally, the bus slowed to a stop about a block away from his street corner. Ryou exited the bus, feeling the stares of every person on that bus looking at his behind. Though his neighborhood was no high part of town, it felt good to be home.
He suddenly felt very, very tired as he trudged up the stairs, knowing that, once home, this entire nightmare would be behind him. He pulled his key out of the coat's pocket and quietly clicked the lock.
Ryou stepped inside and saw no one. Gratefully, he turned around and closed the door. He jumped as two arms wrapped around him from behind. "Where in the hell were you, hikari?"
"Oh! Bakura! You startled me." "What were you thinking! Did you not realize that I was worried sick about you! Running around in the middle of the night! You have no idea what could have happened to you!"
Bakura had stepped closer and closer to Ryou, backing him up against the door. The yami looked angrier than Ryou had ever seen him, his dark brown eyes flashing with flares of insanity.
"Where were you, Ryou!" "Oh! I was just out on a walk and lost track of time." "For almost three hours! I don't believe that for a second, you lying brat! Tell me the truth!"
"Why are you so angry with me, Bakura? I'm okay! See!" Ryou grabbed Bakura's hand and brought it up to the side of his face. "See? I'm okay. Nothing bad happened to me."
Bakura sighed, pressing Ryou against the door with his body, resting his head on the bunny's shoulder. "I know, Ryou. But what would I do if something did happen to you? You know I love you, Ryou."
Soft lips began to cover his neck as Bakura slid his hands up Ryou's shirt. "That's my coat, little light. Maybe I should take it off of you... along with everything else." Ryou wanted to melt into his lover's arms, glad to be rid of that horrifying experience when a sudden thought struck him.
Less than an hour ago, he'd been sleeping with another man! Should Bakura find any... proof of their... 'union', it was doubtless that someone would be hurt. "Oh, Bakura. I can't. I'm really tired. It's late. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
Bakura stared in shock at his little hikari, refusing their passion for the first time! "What the hell! You come back from Ra knows where at freakin' 1:50 in the morning, and now you don't wanna have sex? What in the world is wrong with you tonight!"
"Bakura, don't put this guilt trip on me. I'm really tired right now and would like to go to bed." "Fine! Go! Sleep in the guestroom, though, because you're sure not sleeping with me!"
The darker teen stormed down the hallway and slammed the door to their room shut with a deafening bang! Ryou could only stare at the closed door. He was locked on the outside of their bedroom... and the outside of his lover's heart.
He dejectedly walked into the guestroom, flopping down on the bed and listening to the disgusting jingle of the coins in his pocket. He took all of the money out and shoved it under the mattress, determined never to think of that terrible night ever again.