Beyond help Part 5
Bodies pressed together, hips rubbed against hips, shoulders bumped shoulders, and the energy in the air made everything seem electric, static, and filled with an insanity you couldn't get anywhere else. Bright lights flashed, and thick man made fog filled the area, reducing visibility to those around you. Pounding music deafened all inside, but none cared. This was exciting, exhilarating, and a piece of the world they didn't live in.
Psycho Circus had a reputation to uphold. A reputation as the most hardcore, most insane, grittiest darkest night club around. No on goes to a place like this for ballroom dancing. To keep their edgy wild ways alive, they allowed all patrons to enter as long as they paid the entrance fee.
Even blanks.
This was where Matthew often found himself Saturday nights. After the horrendous meeting with his new "family" he needed to lose himself, let himself fall in to a lull of moving bodies, pounding music, blinding lights, and grabbing hands. Passionate grabbing and grinding surrounded the Canadian blank. He let the shouts, the music, the lights, the fog lull him in to a state of nothinness. He felt nothing, heard nothing. All there was was the people, the dancing, the floor. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and the drinks. Brightly coloured liquids promising waking dreams never before experienced. Matthew steered clear of those. He needed his head to be able to help himself if anyone came after him without paying.
A pair of large hands made their way to his hips and a body pressed against his backside. A few moments of sensational contact between the two, and Matthew knew he had him hooked.
"are you interested in some fun, little one?~" the distinctively Russian voice of Ivan, one of his class mates, spoke in to his ear.
Matthew smirked "That depends, how much do you have?"
This time, a lustful expression came across the larger boy's face "20 dollars"
A small hand took the larger in to his own, and brought him over to a small closet where they could be alone. Once the door shut, their bodies were pressed together. Breathes tickled each other as Matthew lowered himself to his knees.
"Show me how big you really are" He pressed his hands to Ivan's inner thighs and slowly inched them higher towards the ever growing tent. While Ivan kept a cool calm demeanor, Matthew could see the way his hands twitched, how badly he wanted to be inside him one way or another. After so many years of practice, He'd become accustomed to their antics.
His hands just barely brushed over the bulge but it was enough. Ivan let out a low moan from the bottom of his throat and let his eyes roll up to face the ceiling. Someone was sensitive today.
"Tell me Ivan" His hands were slowly brushing up against the zipper, just waiting to release the beast within "has Yao been ignoring you lately?"
Ivan refused to reply, but Matthew saw right through him. He wanted him, and that was probably only because of how much his own lover had been studying and concentrating on academics. Every man had sexual desires. Sometimes they were forced to pay a blank to do so.
For the most part, it was a win-win situation. Ivan got sucked off, Matthew got some extra spending money for the week "You're so eager, and I know you hate what I do. So why come to me now?" he was toying with him now. He knew that getting them frustrated before hand made the experience all the better later "hm?"
A feral sounding growl emitted from the Russian's mouth, a snarl on his face. He was flushed from the constant padding over his genitalia, and he wanted release. Now. He got the point across by roughly grabbing the Canadians head and shoving it towards the crotch already in his face.
Even though most would detest being man handled this way, the orphan boy was beyond used to it by now. He even took some satisfaction in it. It meant he'd riled them up enough to expect a fairly large sum of cash to come his way by the end of it.
Gently, slowly as he could, he slid the pants down along with the boxers to reveal the throbbing half hard cock before him. It almost looked red with desperation. He smirked, he had Ivan right where he wanted him. He was desperate. He was lonely. He had big bucks to spend. Definitely more than a measly 20$.
He brought his face closer to the half limp appendage, and slowly brought his tongue across the underside of it. The rather large Russian shuddered in want, bringing his calloused hands and combing them through the soft wavy blonde hair he'd inherited from his father apparently.
He tried not to make a face, but was very obviously turned off by the thought of that man, and focused on the work at hand. He took his palms and pressed them against the ground, arching his back to keep his head high enough and revealing much of his back and waist line, which the Russian eyed hungrily.
He brought his tongue back and forth on the member before feeling it harden enough to have a good go at it. He kissed the tips and ever so slowly brought him past his lips. A large moan shook him inside the Canadian, and he was forced to resist a chuckle. He was putty in his hands. Deeper and Deeper he went, dragging his tongue over it as it passed by until he was deep throating the cock, something he had too much practice in even for his own liking. Relaxing his throat muscles was almost second nature to him at this point.
Ivan's moans and groans kept him going, bobbing up and down, gently grazing teeth causing shivers to resonate through the larger blonde man. Pre-cum trickled down his throat, and it seemed to barely tickle the back of his tongue as salty and bitter. Ivan was definitely close. The hands above him gripped the hair above his ears, pushing his head closer and closer to the skin of his groin, until his testicles bounced off his chin. It wasn't exactly the most satisfying thing ever, but just the feeling of those eyes glued to the exposed skin of his back was enough to know he was getting payment.
But then it happened.
Just as Ivan threw his head back and practically screamed nonsensical Russian, the door burst open and there stood Sadiq holding a phone camera, along with a dozen other assholes Matthew knew, filming the Canadian swallow the cum. Feeling the cock soften and the cum finally quit coming out he pulled out and stood up, ignoring that the others will still filming him.
"my payment?" He held his had out, feeling more than irritated now. Ivan was leaning against the wall, clearly still feeling out of it from getting sucked off after so many weeks of the cold shoulder from Yao he didn't even notice the others now. Blindly grabbing in to his pocket, he handed Matthew 2 20$ bills, even though Matthew was used to receiving less than half that for just a blow job. But he wasn't complaining.
He turned and tried to get around the jocks blocking the doorway only to be pushed back in to the closet. Ivan recovered himself and was easily allowed to slip past the men standing before him. Without so much as a glance back at Matthew, he rejoined the throngs of people dancing, leaving Matthew to deal with them all on his own.
"Hey whore" an anonymous voice from the back called back "mind sucking me off?" a round of snickers following the last comment.
"Yeah blank" Sadiq leered forward looking just as disgusting as per usual "why not fuck us all? you can handle, with how many guys you let fuck you daily"
Making possible the biggest mistake of his life, Matthew spit in his face "Sorry but I Honestly don't think you could afford it" he sneered.
Looking enraged, wiping the spit off his cheek he growled "wrong move bitch" and before the orphan could react, punched him right in the face, knocking him to the ground.
They all gathered around the fallen boy "who says we have to pay?"
The fallen boy's violet eyes widened before hands descended upon him, grabbing at his clothing, ripping and tearing random places. He fought back, lashing out, scratching, hitting, biting anything he could but to no avail. A pale muscular hand reached through the crowd and pulled the panting boy from the lustful group and in to his chest.
"Sorry boys" A German accent growled "but I think he's done for the night" without waiting for a response, the German stranger wrapped his arm around his shoulder and escorted him out of the closet, past the entrance way, and out the building down the street. After walking for a few minutes they came across a shiny red car. He was about get in before he realized he didn't even know who he was.
Looking up at their face was certainly a shock for him.
"Gilbert?" he asked incredulously, realizing the man who saved him from that potentially traumatic situation was the same one who paid to fuck him against a wall during school hours in a bathroom was a little hard to accept.
"Um yeah" The albino mumbled, not looking him in the eye "I saw those guys there and thought well, 'what the hell' and rape isn't awesome and stuff so I thought i would help you out and um yeah those guys are dicks and uh..."
Matthew chuckled "thanks Gil"
He smiled "yeah no problem. By the way, uh, you might want to cover up with this" he handed him his heavy warm expensive coat.
At first Matthew didn't understand, but then looking down it him. During the encounter, his already pretty revealing clothing had become downright rags. Little pieces still fell off him here and there. He was practically naked.
"uh.. uh thanks yeah I might need it" He slowly slid it on, resisting a moan as he had never felt something this soft in a jacket. His own were always scratchy and uncomfortable but got the job done. This was heaven.
"No prob. Hey hop in the car will you?" Gilbert himself rounded to the drivers side of the car, which was now unlocked.
"Uh why?" He felt apprehensive, and understandably so after being assaulted.
"relax. I'm driving you home. I can't leave you to walk home by yourself after what happened, besides, that's my coat"
Matthew resisted rolling his eyes "I was going to bus"
"just get in the car" he replied with a snarky tone. Matthew resisted a resigned sigh, and got in on the passenger side. Gilbert was grinning ear to ear.
"where to?"
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The drive was long, yet comfortable. Matthew had a sneaking suspicion the German albino took a slightly longer route than necessary, but didn't really mind. The seats were comfortable, the car was warm, and Gilbert didn't even so much as try an inappropriate glance at him even though it was very possible despite the jacket. There was still so much skin exposed, and glitter clinging to all sorts of inappropriate places.
But after what still didn't feel long enough to either of them, They pulled up in front of Mr. Bonnefoy's house, where a worried papa stood waiting for them.
Matthew sighed "please don't tell him"
"Ah um yeah Mattie that's gonna be kinda hard when you're all bruised up like that"
Matthew stepped up and out of the car, handing Gilbert his jacket "no one at the orphanage ever asked, he probably won't" and with that, the cut up, bruised, rag wearing boy stepped out and began walking up towards the house where a flustered French men clearly had different intentions than what the Canadian anticipated, immediately being worried over, and having questions that Gilbert couldn't hear asked.
"See ya Birdie" He whispered to himself before driving away from the father and frustrated son.
A/N So this story is just kind of writing itself and I feel like I almost have no hand in the plot anymore. It is literally controlling me. I start out with a chapter, having no idea what to do, and bam! words are coming out of the keyboard like magic. It's kinda freaking me out.
But yeah so yet another antagonist is revealed, but is Gilbert as much of an ass as previously thought?
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