Hearts: My turn!
Blossom: Don't screw it up...
Hearts: Now WHY would I do that? *bats eyelashes*
Blossom: *faceplam*
Hearts: Enjoy!
Mornings were the worst in Marluxia's opinion.
Not only did his ass already hurt from the sex the night before, but to top it off with 10'o clock sex where you bottom again really just makes your day a whole lot worse.
The only thing that was getting him through this was the thought of the well deserved break he got after this last client. That was, until the next day at 5pm where he would have to go back to the bitter smelling drunks and horny, abusive men who didn't give a damn about how much they hurt their whore. They thought as long as they coughed up the cash, they could do whatever they wanted.
A whore didn't have feeling. You could never hurt a whore.
These were the kinds of men that made the pinkett sick. However, there was some truth to it. As long as he got paid, he didn't care what happened to his body. He turned into a shell every time some stranger pounded into him, only there to let the payer vent out his lust until he was finished. Sometimes Marluxia topped, mostly woman and the occasional Uke, but most of the time his female like appearance made him the subject for lustful men who wanted to screw anything and everything.
It was a sick life he lived. But all that really mattered was the fact that he was alive. Life was valuable to him, and if it meant going home barely being able to walk to get a nice breakfast on the table, so be it. He would continue to deny his emotions and just be a shell. You can't hurt a shell.
Marluxia moaned as the man above him hit his much abused sweet spot again. He had forgotten his name the second he got it, only remembering that it started with an "X" or something. He was one of his more...ruff clients, liking morning sex and handcuffs. Thankfully, he didn't use the handcuffs on the pinkett this morning, however, this was the sixth time they've done it since 11am.
The dread lock haired man panted into the pinkett's ear, the hot air tickling him slightly until finally the man came deep inside him, thrusting in and out a few times to ride out his orgasm. Marluxia came onto the dull green bed sheets, since the client stopped wanting to look at him after the third time of "going at it". The man pulled out and rolled onto his side so that he was lying next to the pinkett. While the purpled eyes beast of a man was winded, Marluxia was only flushed.
"Heh...heh...that was fun, wasn't it?" He grinned, his teeth slightly pointed but other wise normal. Marluxia simply nodded, raising himself so he was sitting on the side of the bed. He hissed at the sharp pain that shot up his spine. He over did it again, but at least this time he didn't tear. "Where are you going?" The man asked as Marluxia started picking up his clouting from the floor, wincing every time he bent down.
"Home, since your time was about about..." Marluxia glanced at the clock on the wall, "2 hours ago." He pulled on his boot cut black jeans, deciding to just skip putting on the underwear until he got home.
"Oh, come on babe! You know that after that AMAZEING time we had that you don't want to..." The man ran a finger down Marluxia's spine, making the smaller shiver slightly before turning around to glare at him.
"No, I want my money in full," He growled reaching for the work approved pocket knife in his pocket.
The man sighed and held up his hands in defeat, "Alright, alright. I'll give you your money, just keep that damned knife away." Marluxia smirked as the man pulled on some boxers and grabbed some cash hidden away in his dresser. Oh yeah, he should know what things Marluxia could do with that knife if provoked. He pulled on the button up black dress shirt and popped the collar up to hide his hickeys.
0-o-0-o
After leaving the dirty apartment of his client, Marluxia found himself walking home with about $1000 burning a hole in his pocket. He was thankful that the purpled eyed man had coughed up the cash without trying to reason a lower amount with him. All the pinkett wanted to do was go home, take a hot bath, and sleep. The thought was very seductive and thinking about it made him almost not notice the paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe
Curious, the man lifted up his right foot and pulled the slightly stained white envelope from his shoe. "A letter?" He mused, biting his perfectly pink bottom lip. The seal on it was riped, but not open. The pinkett blamed that fact on bad licking on the senders part. "No person should be sent a letter with this much damage done to it," He sighed, noting the foot prints and dirt on the clean white paper. He riped the rest of the seal open and pulled out the letter, reading it as he walked on his way to the post office to re-send it. That was... until he read the content.
This...was a suicide note. Marluxia stared at it in disbelief for a moment, shaking his head. It was dated yesterday and was written to the writer's sister. This "Zexion"... What would make his life so unbearable that he would want to take his own life?
Last time Marluxia held a suicide not...at least there was a reason written.
'I can't let this happen!' He thought as he stepped into the post office, making a bee line for the small island thing that held papers and envelopes. 'I hope this works...'
He picked up a pen and started writing.
9/22/10
Zexion:
I found your letter. I know it wasn't addressed to me, but I couldn't let this be sent after I found out what you had written to your sister. You don't know me, and I certainly don't know you, but I have to ask you this: Why do you want to end your life? What will it take to stop you? Before you think about killing yourself, at least answer these for me.
Sincerly,
M
Marluxia read over the note once before placing it into a clean envelope and sealing it with his moist tongue. He copied the return address on the first letter then wrote his own in the upper right corner:
M
116 Dialect Apartments 4th St.
Twilight Town
95501
He wouldn't write his name, for he didn't want this Zexion to know who he was. It was better he remained a mystery, at least for now.
This way, if he did kill himself, the pinkett would feel less guilt because he didn't know the other on a personal level.
It was better this way.
Marluxia gave the letter to the clerk and paid him for the stamp and shipping before leaving the post office. His mind was far from easy and not even the hot bath that awaited him was able to clam his nerves.
Hearts: Wooo! Marluxia as a whore!
Blossom: Six times?
Hearts: Yeah...
Blossom: Poor Marly...
Hearts: Heh heh... Reviews are the cookie to my milk!
Blossom: Wooo! Cookies!