So we finally have Yao meeting Ivan! Hooray! The start of something more then just a meeting, a start that will change everything!
As he saw the man's hand come in closer Yao unthinkingly threw his hands up in a defense position coving his face.
"Ah! P-Please do not hurt me aru!"
"Huh?" The Russian tilted his head in confusion.
"No, I think you have it wrong pretty lady. I am here to help da."
"Uh?" Yao slowly opened his eyes, lowering his hands. "T-Too help me aru?"
"Da!" The taller man said smiling. "A young damsel in distress always needs a knight in shining armor."
"Aiya!" Yao gave a shocked expression his temper began to rise. "Excuse me but I am a MAN aru!"
"Ah?" The Russian man tilted his head again, his eye brows furrowed as he kept the smile of confusion on his face.
"But, you are so pretty da? There is no way." He moved his hand in closer, Yao flinching as he felt hands pat his chest.
"Oh! So you are a man! A very beautiful one da?" He said smiling a child-like smile as if he said nothing wrong.
"H-Hey aru!" The Asian said swiping the bigger hand away from his chest. "You just can't touch someone like that it is very rude aru!" He scolded the Russian like a mother.
"So Sorry." The bigger man said still smiling.
Yao huffed, purposely ignoring the apologie as he tried to get up. Suddenly a sharp pain shot to his head. It had hit him too quickly and he came crashing back down on wobbly legs.
"Uh! Please do not try to move so quickly yet." Concern was heard in the other male's voice. It confused Yao; he wasn't used to such kindness.
"Here, please let me help you up."
Yao was reluctant but what else could he do but except the offer. He nodded letting the taller man know he was in agreement.
The silver haired man slowly lifted Yao up off the ground, keeping his one hand under his arm, and the other softly on the Chinese mans small waist. Only then when he stood up did he notice how small and tiny the Asian really was. A 12 cm height difference separated them and his petite figure, compared to his own bulky figure, was not normal.
"He is so tiny." The Russian thought to himself as he started to walk towards his limo.
He could here the soft grunts from the Asian as he tried to walk, apparently Yao was not only dizzy from his head slamming into concrete and being punched in the face but also from the bruise marks on his legs from the brothel house. It was hurting him before but now it just seemed ten times worse.
"I will take you were you need to go if you want. But first I need to make sure you are not seriously injured. So if you would please." He got to the door and Toris was already there holding the car door open for his master and his guest.
"No way am I getting into a limo with some stranger aru!" He stated trying to get loose of the other mans grip.
"I will not take no for an answer." The man said his violet eyes pierced the very soul of Yao as he stared into the deep abyss of pure ferocity. For awhile, the Russian had actually gotten lost in Yao's eyes. His beautiful golden chocolate eyes, filled with sadness, fear and determination.
"Such beautiful eyes…" The Russian said softly to himself.
"What was that aru?" Yao questioned, knitting his brows inward.
"Ahem!" The taller man blushed slightly to himself. "I said get into the car now!" His voice a bit huskier then before.
Yao gulped. He was terrified; better not anger the man who helped save your life right? Especially when that man is a terrifying 6 foot Russian.
Again, Yao nodded in silence, agreeing to go with the man. When had he gotten so weak as to agree to do anything for any stranger off the street? To let them do what they please with him. No matter how much Yao did not want it.
I guess it started a month ago when he signed his life away to be a prostitute.
Yao sat down softly on the leather seat of the vehicle as the door was closed on his side. For some odd reason Yao's heart began to race. He could hear the pounding in his ears, in his chest. It pounded so hard he thought he was going to have a heart attack. His eyes started to shake and his palms got sweaty.
The Russian soon got in on the other side, sitting down only a few inches away from the Asian. He looked down to see a concerned look on the small mans face. Braginski frowned at this.
"W-What's wrong with me aru, why am I so nervous?" He thought to himself.
Maybe it was the aura he could feel all around him. It was a disturbed aura, one that had been tainted, hurt and abused. Sort of like him. Is that why he felt so nervous? Because being in this car, surrounded by nothing but another body in the dark was so familiar.
"You are bleeding." The Russian said breaking the unbearable silence that loomed in the car.
"Huh?" Yao looked up from the gaze he had set on his hands that stood so still on his lap.
"I said you are bleeding." The man looked around for a napkin but could not find one, as Yao lifted his index finger to his mouth and swiped it across his lips. Looking at his finger, the red liquid smudged on it as his eyes shook a bit in fear.
"Ah!" The Russian exclaimed, pulling on a long piece of his scarf, he brought it over and gave it to the Asian.
Yao gave the man a confusing look.
"What is this for aru?"
"For you too wipe your face with of course. I have nothing else, so you can use this."
"I can't use someone else's clothes to wipe off my blood! You are crazy aru! It is…only a little blood anyway." He said looking down.
"I do not care, if you didn't know, there is such a thing as a washer. I can always clean it da?"
"No! I will not take it; you have done enough for me."
-Sigh- "Such stubbornness', it is really quite adorable da?" He said smiling to himself.
-Plop, there went the twitch mark-
"Wha! Why I adda-" Yao was just about to protest the comment when he felt his arm being grabbed tightly and the soft fabric of the man's scarf touch his lips.
The Russians face was close to Yao's, much to close for comfort.
They both stood silent as the Russian slowly wiped away all the blood. Yao blushing madly as he let the man do as he pleased…like always. Somehow though…this felt different. Yao didn't feel in danger, he just felt weird. Like someone was kicking him in the stomach.
"I-I never got your name aru." Yao said softly as the Russian still cleaned his face. There was nothing really there anymore but the taller man could not stop touching the Asians smooth skin, even if he was touching the skin through the scarf.
"Hmm." He smiled. "I believe it is polite for you to give yours first da?" He said with that childish smile again.
Yao blushed again. And nodded.
"My name is Wang Yao sir."
"Wang Jao?"
"No aru, Wang Yao." He emphasized on the Yao part.
"Da, is what I say? Jao. Jao." He pushed his lips out and tried saying it the way the Asian did.
Yao couldn't help but giggle ever so slightly at the man's pronunciation problem. It was kind of cute actually.
"Aiya! Did I just say cute aru?" He mentally slapped himself in the head.
"Eh, anyway, I am Braginski, Ivan Braginski."
"Yiwan Bra-Bragunski?"
"Nyet comrade." He grabbed the man's chin with his gloved hands chuckling as he slowly mouthed the words along with moving the Asians mouth up and down with his.
"Ivan…Braginski." He said softly, his hot breath hitting the smaller mans face.
Yao's face puffed into a smoke of red, his mouth became instantly dry.
"H-He is really handsome aru." Yao thought to himself. "Wait, what aru?" He shut his eyes and whipped his head away from the man's touch.
"Yiwan Braginski, Yes?" He said trying to keep his glare away from the man.
Ivan smiled at Yao's own difficulty to say his name correctly.
"You know…I wish I could have been there sooner for you. Look at all those bruise marks those men left on you. I am glad I killed them." He said smiling but slowly it turned into a frown. He pushed the man's face back to his to look at him.
"They are all over your neck and your lip is bruised too." He took notice to the small black and blue marks all over the Asian. "Why hadn't I noticed this before?" Ivan thought to himself.
Yao again whipped his head away, pulling the collar of his mandarin shirt up, trying to hide the marks as if to show they were never there to begin with. He couldn't tell the Russian they weren't from the two men.
"What would he think if he knew I was a prostitute aru?" He didn't want to imagine it. Someone else was finally being nice to him; he didn't want to ruin it.
"Y-Yea, they were monsters aru."
Ivan frowned hearing THAT word.
"Monster."
"That's what they call me." He thought depressingly to himself. "What if Jao would figure out what kind of person I am. What kind of business I do. Maybe he'll never become my friend if I ask him."
A soft kolkolkol sound emitted from the Russian. Yao jumped a bit in his skin as he could practically see the murderous purple aura come from Ivan.
"Well… anyway I am glad you are ok da?" He gave the man a soft smile. "Oh! I almost forgot, you never told me where I can drop you off."
"Oh! Right!" Yao said nervously. "Um I live on New view street, number 324."
"Really? I live around there too." The Russian said in excitement. He called to Toris to start driving that way.
"Ah? R-Really aru? Which house do you live in?"
"I am north more, in the big mansion, the only one on that road."
"Y-You mean that huge palace type house?" Yao said in shock.
"Da! You know the place?"
"Well I mean, it is hard to miss aru. You must be really rich. What kind of work do you do?"
"Just… business, different kinds." He said looking away. "And you?"
"M-Me? Uh…I…Well I really wanted to be a chef, but, I uh never got accepted. So now I work as um… A performer aru."
He lied through his teeth.
"A performer, you mean like a dancer of some type? Or like a musical performer?"
"Uh, more of an actor type performer. And a little bit of dance too aru." But was he really lying? He did have to perform for the men and sometimes they asked him to dance. More like strip tease.
Yao sighed, feeling his heart begin to fall back into depression.
Ivan took notice to the sadness again in the Chinese mans eyes, he didn't like it, he thought the Asian was too gorgeous to look so sad. Then an idea hit him like a rock, he spoke.
"I know! How would you like to come work for me?" He said smiling.
"W-What aru?"
Oh! So sorry I had to leave you at such a pivotal moment! Don't kill me! So is it getting better? Does it keep you wanting for more? GOOD! Then I am doing my job!
Jao – Russian pronunciation of Yao's name
Yiwan – Chinese pronunciation of Ivan's name
(Do you want me to change this or keep it with the names like this? I can do either way; I just want to make sure you guys are comfortable reading it.)
Please stay tuned!