In the end, Tyrant wasn't the least bit successful in removing Ulterior from his 'palace.' In fact, the Tyrant-proclaimed 'bastard' made himself comfortable on a chaise that Tyrant had in his office. However, the long-haired vixen had left the room, claiming that he had 'more tolerable matters' to attend to. This left Tetsuhiro alone with the mysterious Ulterior, and his mind began to scan over the incidents that had just occurred.
Bad blood with those from West. That's what Ulterior had mentioned. What did it mean, though? Past conflict? Current conflict? Fear of future conflict? Most likely all three, probably more. Though erratic in personality and sporadic in action, Tyrant was by no means careless. At least, not when it mattered. Instead, he scanned over a majority of possibilities and determined the best option from that. It was obvious to tell when he did so—his gaze changed. It almost seemed as if his eyes darkened. Rather than boisterous and flamboyant, he gave off an air of collection and calmness. He may have gained control of the territory through fighting the previous leader, but based on his selfish personality, many people probably hated him, perhaps to the point of wanting to murder him. Yet here—or, rather, there—he was, still alive.
"How long have you been with Tyrant?"
Tetsuhiro looked up at Ulterior. Laid out languidly on the chaise, he'd retrieved a glass and some wine from a cabinet within the office, and currently he sipped it at his leisure. He looked like some sort of tyrant himself, though not over people. No, he was a tyrant of the impish and beguiling. Tetsuhiro would have to keep wary of him.
"As in, living with him?"
"You live with him?"
"Yeah. At his request."
"Ooh, interesting. Then yes, from there."
He shrugged. "A few weeks. Why do you ask?"
Ulterior did the same. "Just curiosity. I love knowing about his affairs. That's what friends are supposed to do, after all."
"Bold title."
"I suppose so. It all depends on how you look at it. You and I have different eyes, Antithesis. Or would you prefer if I called you something different? Like...what was it you were saying before? Tetsu…?"
He didn't reply. Instead he stared, impassive as ever. Ulterior chuckled and sipped from his glass.
"It shows that you haven't been here long. You're very sloppy. Luckily for you, your real name can only be revealed if you say it. Granted, there will be a few people who will want to know who you are. Especially since you're from West. Your aesthetic helps you look like a Northerner, but that's only at face value. Most view them with hostility here, but some of them...some of them see opportunity. Money. Power. Influence. You come from a family of worth?"
"Fuck if I know," Tetsuhiro replied. "Haven't talked with them in years."
"Ah, a scorned gay son. Yes?"
"Not scorned. Just hateful."
He made a soft noise and sipped again. "Does Tyrant know your real name?"
Tetsuhiro paused for a moment. Come to think, Tyrant had never asked him for his real name. "No," he said.
"Tyrant's a special case. His hate for West is extremely passionate. Had you told him your real name, he would've killed you. And he doesn't ask because he knows that he would kill you if he knew. And this has been bothering me since the moment you walked in."
"What?"
"Why did you trust him instantly? He could've killed you the moment he saw you."
He recalled his first meeting with Tyrant, and had it not been the familiarity that Ulterior possessed toward Tyrant, Tetsuhiro would've been embarrassed to speak of it.
"Well, I encountered a bastard when I first came that tried to capture me to sell my organs. Tyrant intervened and said that he wanted to help me. I asked why I should've trusted him, and he told me that I had to, since he saved me."
"How noble. I can see why he took an interest in you. You're quite attractive."
Tetsuhiro smirked. "He likes that?"
"Tyrant likes everything. He's a whore."
"I know. I've seen."
"I figured. Was it rough?"
"Extremely."
"He likes that too. So you live with him, have sex with him, and trust him?"
"I suppose."
"But should you?"
He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Should you trust Tyrant? You've only known him for a short period of time. How much do you even know about Tyrant? Do you know his history? Secrets? Motives and goals?"
Tetsuhiro didn't reply; he couldn't.
"Thought not." He smirked. "Surely you heard me earlier, even over Tyrant's shouting. I hold a bit of influence over him."
"I did hear that."
"Are you wondering what that influence is?"
Though his nod was calm, Tetsuhiro's inner-self yearned to know what he knew. Tyrant held massive influence on Tetsuhiro, so a little influence over him could be beneficial. He didn't plan on staying with Tyrant forever.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"You won't."
"Indeed. I'm not dumb. Tyrant and I made a contract awhile back, and that contract is something I would like to uphold. But I will tell you two things. First, Tyrant's scorn doesn't come from his family. He was actually very close with them. Second, he wasn't sent here like most. He was a prisoner, but he was by no means typical."
"Very interesting." And yet so unsatisfying.
Footsteps approached from outside, and both heads turned to the door. Tyrant entered with a stern expression on his face, his figure much more powerful than it had ever looked before. He turned his gaze to Ulterior immediately.
"What were you discussing?" Ulterior asked.
"I could ask you the same."
Even his voice was deeper, colder and far stronger. Tetsuhiro felt himself harden a bit.
Ulterior chuckled and set his wineglass down. "Nothing you need to be concerned about." He rose from the chaise, adjusting his bracelets. "Well, I've been here for more than long enough. I wish you the best, Tyrant. You as well, Antithesis." His eye gleamed a bit in Tetsuhiro's direction. Without another word, Ulterior abandoned the space.
His tone the same, Tyrant turned Tetsuhiro's way. "You almost told him your name. Yes?"
He nodded. Tyrant had undoubtedly heard, so there was no point in lying.
"Never do that. I didn't ask you for a reason, and I'd prefer not to know. The best thing you can do is wipe that name from your mind. Stop thinking of yourself as Tetsu-whatever. You're Antithesis now. Remember that."
"I will," he affirmed.
And I'll remember this talk, too.
In all technicality, Tyrant and Antithesis were alone after Ulterior had left the room. However, Tyrant was by no means satisfied with trusting Ulterior, so with Antithesis in tow, he scoured the rest of his palace in search of any sign of Ulterior. When he had found none, Tyrant led him back to the office. The moment he shut the door, he jumped in.
Or, rather, on.
He pressed Antithesis against the door and met his lips in an aggressive kiss. His arms wound around Antithesis's neck with little to no concern for gentleness, and he yanked him downward to further choke Antithesis with his tongue.
Rather than shock, Antithesis reacted with a sigh. Why wouldn't he want sex now? He was like a baby: wholly unpredictable in desire and extremely excessive in quantity of want. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Granted, it wasn't all that horrible. No, sex with Tyrant did produce intense physical pleasure that he had never replicated with anyone before. But it was just that—physical pleasure. Though he complied with Tyrant's desire for roughness, having sex with him was more bothersome than enjoyable.
Still, he cupped Tyrant's cheek with one hand and secured his other arm tightly around his stud-belt-clad waist, pulling him close. Though his pants were tight pleather, his growing bulge was by no means hindered. Antithesis massaged his side almost tenderly, more out of momentary laziness than actual affection. Undoubtedly he'd be pissed if he saw this annoyance, so Antithesis broke the kiss and turned Tyrant so his back faced Antithesis's front. He pulled him tightly against his crotch—admittedly hardening at the sounds that Tyrant made—and thrust gently against him.
"Didn't you just have sex half an hour ago?" Antithesis murmured into his ear. He nibbled on the rim, and Tyrant let out a soft moan.
"You think I give a shit?" he rasped.
"Just seems a little excessive." His tone deepened. "I knew you were a slut, but I didn't think you were that desperate."
"Shut up," he groaned. "Different kinds were had then."
"Meaning?"
"I stabbed earlier, and now I wanna be impaled."
"Then bend over, bitch," he growled in Tyrant's ear.
Unsurprisingly, he did. Tyrant unbuttoned and pulled down his pants as far as he could, revealing his erect, visibly rock hard member. Antithesis almost felt inadequate compared to him. He pushed over the chaise that Ulterior had once sat upon, and instantly Antithesis acted. He forced Tyrant over the edge of the chaise, pinning him down by holding his shoulders. But he didn't unleash his member. No, he kept himself covered. Instead, he pressed himself against Tyrant's supple, exposed ass and ground, hard and long, until he'd warped Tyrant's grunts into creamy moans. Hopefully this would be over quick—based on his sounds, it wouldn't take that long for him to finish. For good measure, though, Antithesis moved his grasp to Tyrant's hips, and he pushed in hard enough that he thought he'd tear through the fabric of his pants. Tyrant's ass clenched, and with an arched back, he released an intense groan. His body then went a bit limp, and he let out a few pants before standing back up.
"You done?" Antithesis questioned.
"For now," Tyrant affirmed. Surprisingly, he didn't sound as teasing as he usually did after they had sex. His tone was strikingly similar to Antithesis's normal one. With little more than a few sighs, he dragged his pants back up to his waist, leaving them unzipped and unbuckled. From a tall cabinet he retrieved a towel, which he used to clean himself.
"What about the chaise?" A large wet spot marked the area over which Tyrant had been bent, and if Antithesis knew anything about semen—and he knew lots about semen—he knew that it did not dry well on furniture.
"I have workers to clean that shit for me," Tyrant replied.
"Specifically?"
"Mmm-hmm." He pulled up his zipper and belted himself as he spoke. "You think you're the only person I've fucked or been fucked by in here? This room would've been bleached white by now, had it not been for my cleaning staff. Nice bunch of bastards. Young, though, probably twelve or thirteen each."
"You have twelve-year-olds cleaning your leftover sex juices?"
"Why's it matter? Not like they're gonna find work many other places. Works symbiotically in the end: I get my shit cleaned up, and they get enough money to stay alive and out of excessive trouble."
Antithesis nodded. He'd never been partial to children, but he did have to commend Tyrant's generosity.
"So what now? We going back home?"
"Nah. We've only been here about an hour, and twenty minutes of that hour was spent with Ulmo's unfortunate presence near us. So I've decided to spend a lil' more time here with my babe. We're gonna go on a date—shopping and seeing a show."
"Oh, lovely."
"Shit, I know." He winked, and just like that, his playfulness returned. Antithesis couldn't decide whether or not that was a good thing.
