Author's comment: This chapter was embarrassing to write. I'm not very comfortable with writing sexual scenes, and this scene was especially horrible to create. I hope I did a good job. I honestly feel I should apologise to Hitsugi and Dora for writing them into such a terrible scene….
The two boys sat on the window ledge, looking out in to the dark night. The gothic sight of bats flying in front of the moon caught their eyes before disappearing in a chimney. The shadows of unpleasant happenings gleamed through windows. Far away screams, cackles and unsettling chants whispered in the eerie darkness. Hitsugi dragged on his cigarette, his head leaning on the cool window as he thought hard. He felt a hand slip over to lie on his own.
"I wanted you here with me for company and comfort" Dora reminded him "So why are you silent?" The blonde hair boy reached out the pull a cigarette from Hitsugi's pocket, placing it between his lips before reaching for the lighter. Hitsugi made a grab the item in his pocket quickly without hesitation, taking it away from Dokodemodora's sight.
"You shouldn't smoke. It's harmful" the purple haired boy spoke sternly.
"What have I got to lose?" Dora snorted
"Your amazing future"
Dora scoffed again, shaking his head as he took the cancer stick from his mouth and eyed it "I have no future"
"You do. Things will be bright for you" Hitsugi insisted forcefully.
"Forgive me, but I doubt it"
Hitsugi sighed, throwing the lighter into Dora's lap and staring back out the window, forgetting the blonde's hand still lied on his own.
"Hitsu…" Dokodemodora mumbled
"Hmm?"
"Be gentle"
Hitsugi smirked, his gaze returning to his friend "What a weak thing to say"
Dokodemodora frowned at his friend, hurt by Hitsugi's sudden lack of seriousness to the situation. Still, the pierced boy smiled at him, before taking the final drag on his cigarette and throwing the butt out the top slightly open window.
"I promise it'll all be okay"
Dora was about to comment upon his friends insecure promise, but was interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door. The blonde declared permission to enter for the person on the other side, who obeyed nicely. The wild mass of uneven black curls that peeped round the door belonged to a boy. His lips were as red as fresh cherries and his large eyes made him look like an insect.
"Hey Meto" the purple haired boy waved casually, his piercings glittering in the moon light.
Meto nodded, stepping in to the room, delicately closing the door behind him before stumbling over to the elder pair. Dora frowned at the sight.
"Your knees still giving you trouble?" Dora asked worriedly.
Meto nodded, making a high grunting sound before hopping up in the space between Dora and Hitsugi and pointing at his ankles.
"Knees and ankles? Hasn't Kaya given you any pills?" Dora shuffled closer to the younger boy in a parental fashion.
Meto shook his head before doing a little performance to space on his information. The boy looked down his dungaree top, then in his pockets. He swivelled his head from side to side before slowly shrugging, his arms out like a 'W'.
"They've run out?" Hitsugi checked, earning a fierce nod. "You in a lot of pain, Meme?"
Meto shook his head slowly, looking at the floor.
"Are you being brave?" Hitsugi smiled fondly.
Meto nodded enthusiastically before clapping his hands.
Hitsugi poked him in the cheek "Cutie"
Meto immediately pouted, but still crawled over to huddle on Hitsugi's lap, his head on his chest. Hitsugi laughed quietly, rearranging Meto's position so Hitsugi wrap one arm round the boy's waist, his thumb making circler moments. The pierced boy popped a cigarette out his jean pocket and placed it in his mouth, snatching the lighter.
"I don't know why you've taken to me so much" Hitsugi murmured, the cigarette hanging his lips
"Ne'uh" Was Meto's spoken reply, turning his head and grabbing on to Hitsugi's sleeve.
"You're an odd one" Hitsugi rested his cheek upon Meto's crazy curls.
"Love me" croaked out the boy.
"Yes everyone loves you" Dora humoured, smiling at him with the same fond smile Hitsugi gave.
Meto was without question a peculiar boy, though once you get close to him you can see nothing but an adorable, damaged child. Meto was one of the rare Clowns that wore make-up all the time. The 15 year old always wore bright red lipstick and black eye make-up and massive midnight coloured contacts. He also had a few piercings. When he arrived at the brothel, he already has his ears pierced, by fellow clown Z pierced his mouth after coming to the understanding that Meto adored Hitsugi, much like Z. Hitsugi's signature was his piercings. Having more than two piercings on your bottom lip became a suggestion down Ketsueki No Michi that you were something to do with Hide's Clowns. With the reputation the clowns had, it would also be assumed you were mentally damaged, easy, and worth very little to the Mafia.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Hitsugi mumbled in to Meto's ear.
The black haired boy shrugged. Hitsugi sighed, slowly pushing Meto off his body tiredly, swinging his legs of the window sill lazily.
"Come on, Meme. Let's get you to bed" Hitsugi yawned, jumping off the ledge and holding a hand out to help Meto down.
The boy jumped to his feet, wincing at his bad ankles, but quickly carry on, like he always did. Hitsugi and Meto joined hands and began to head out Dora's room.
"Night, Dorry" Hitsugi smiled kindly.
Meto turned round to waggle his long, thin fingers at his friend. Dora replied in the same way.
"Night guys" Dora chirped, watching his two friends leave his room tiredly.
Dora rubbed his left shoulders, taking a deep breath in. He released it with his eyes closed, feeling his whole body release some tension. He had hoped having Hitsugi for company would have helped him clear his mind, but instead it seemed to make worse. Almost every night Dora had to allow someone to defile him, but it was always in a room, alone, just them. No would could see the look of humiliation on his face. All the world would see was a man enter a desiccated 'private entertainment longue', and for him to reappear from the room more or less an hour looking dishevelled and satisfied. It was somewhat a comfort to know no one saw what the man left behind; a bruised boy, possibly crying- That or staring into space, playing with the dirty yen in his hand. Filthy money.
But filthy money was his only way.
Tomorrow, everyone would see his shame. The second twist was that the one defiling him was his friend. He'd never thought of Hitsugi like that; as in someone to experience a sexual encounter with. He was his best friend, a brother. Dora worried that their disgusting stage act might put dents in their friendship. He didn't want that. He feared that Hitsugi would never be able to look at him again. He needed Hitsugi. The boy simply prayed as he sat on the window sill, staring up at the sky hidden by thick, grey chimney smoke.
Both Hitsugi's and Dora's sleep that night were difficult and frustrating. Neither boy woke up the next morning feeling ready for what their day held.
The day padded on too quickly for Dora. His fear of losing Hitsugi only increased when he saw nothing of the purple haired boy. He had gone on many unsuccessful searches for his dear friend.
"I haven't seen him since yesterday" Said Mashiro
"The last I saw of him he was heading to the workshop. He said something about fixing a costume- but that was 4 hours ago!" Z told him.
Meto shrugged, giving the elder boy a sad look
"Not a clue" yawned Die, before carrying on his way.
"I don't know… I don't think I've seen him today. Maybe he's gone for a walk!" Vell smiled, noticing the hint of worry on Dora's face.
"Er…. No. No. No I don't. Sorry Dokodem!" Apologised Naotsu.
Dora's quest failed. The blonde spent his day in his room mostly, sorting through his wardrobe and making a pile of costume that needed to be fixed or edited. He found two crumped right the back of his wardrobe that would no longer fit him. One was baby pink and pastel green with frills round the neck. The only was black and shapeless with white ruffles would the next, arms and down the seams. Dora immediately knew what to do with them and sneakily popped the pink and green in Mashiro's costume collection and the black in Meto's. Dora smiled as a warm thought came to his head.
'We really are like a little family… We even do the hand-me-downs'
He giggled to himself before carrying out his day, doing his best to think of anything else other than Hitsugi and that night's performance.
Six PM seemed to pounce on Dora, and soon he found himself heading to the dressing rooms, his costume and makeup box in his arms. He couldn't help but try to catch a glimpse of Hitsugi somewhere, but the purple haired boy was nowhere to be seen. Negative thoughts began to swim around Dora's mind, but he quickly knocked them to the back and focused on his make-up. Focus on perfection, he told himself, not on bad things.
Dokodemo Dora placed the mascara down on the make-up desk and peered at his reflection. A strange face he had become so accustomed to stared back from behind him. The corners of Dora's lips turned as he felt his body relax.
"You look pretty" Hitsugi's voice came from the dressing room door.
The 5 ft 4 boy stood leaning against the brown wood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were on Dokodemo Dora's reflection but yet, to Dora, they looked so vacant as if he wasn't really seeing anything at all. As if life was draining from the windows of his soul. Dead.
Dora only gave a little smile, fiddling with a stick of lipstick on the counter.
"I'm supposed to look scary dude" the blonde murmured
"You said you liked to look pretty"
Dora sighed "I'm a strange boy aren't I? What guy wants to be pretty…?"
"An interesting and honest one" Hitsugi pushed his body off the door with his foot and slowly paced over to his friend. "I'm sorry in advance"
"Dude, it's cool" Dora half laughed his false line.
"Still best friends after this?"
"Of course" Dora looked up into the mirror, catching the eye of Hitsugi's reflection "It's not that bad"
"Yep" Hitsugi spat, quickly turning on his heel and heading out the door
"Hitsu-!" Dokodemo Dora jumped out his chair and followed his friend quickly.
Dora paused outside the door, seeing Hitsugi already in a conversation with Mana and Kaya Rose. The heavy electro music from the stage echoed backstage, causing the wall lights to shake worryingly. The whole back stage corridor was uncomfortably hot. With a flick of his head to remove a stray hair from his eyes, Dokodemo Dora sauntered over as confidently as he could. His confident air died when he noticed the items in the two men's hands. Mana, beautiful in blue and black as always, held a black studded collar tightly by its buckle. Kaya, dressed in a pink and green sight-offender mini dress, was fiddling with a leash in his hands as he rambled to Hitsugi.
"Here he is" Kaya beamed, trying to be as kind as he could too the pair.
Silent, as all ways, Mana nudged closer to the blonde boy and began to do the collar up round Dora's neck with shaky hands. Dora felt the blood drain to his toes as reality hit him, but did his best to keep his cool, lifting his hair up to help Mana buckle up the collar.
"Hyde says he wants a dominator and slave sort of deal" Kana explained with a sigh, handing the handle of the leather leash to the pierced boy "You will walk on holding the leash in one hand, the other round Dee's waist. You lead him on then push him to kneel on the floor. Whip him-"
"I'm not-!"
"You have to whip him with the leash once, then you rip his dress open from the back. The rest is basic. Hyde hasn't mentioned anything else so you'll be able to go easy on him. Get over and done with." Kaya kissed Hitsugi's forehead. "He'll be fine sweetheart. You'll look after him, I'm sure"
Hitsugi muttered something inaudible, his sad eyes looked over at Dora, who was staring at the floor solemnly. Mana took the other end of the leash and clicked it onto Dora's collar.
"Prepare him properly as best you can-"
Hitsugi grimaced as Kaya carried on
"Stretching method etc, but I'm sure you know all this"
"Clients have done it to me before. I know what to do" Hitsugi nodded, doing his best to sound confident and at ease.
The two boys twitched slightly as the music from the stage died, and the sound of the dancers tapping feet grew. Led by their precocious leader, Ruki, his right hand man Karin strutting by his side, the Dolls headed their way.
"Ahem" Ruki sang as he pushed his way straight through the middle of the two crossdressers and two clowns.
The other Dolls followed quickly, many fiddling about their appearance. Yuuki, a boy not much smaller then Hitsugi with bleach blonde curls and luscious red lips saunted over to Hitsugi, coming to stand right in front of him with a petit smirk on his sickeningly pretty face.
"Hey freaky" he cooed, pouting his lips and fiddling with the ruffles of Hitsugi's red costume "I understand how you feel gorgeous-" He turned his head smirk at Dora "No one wants to touch some thing like that"
Hitsugi gritted his teeth, scowling at the scanderly dressed boy Yuuki leaned himself closer to Hitsugi's ear before whispering in a saltry voice.
"But if you need it. I'll make it all better for you after" Yuuki pressed a gentle kiss on Hitsugi white cheek. "You know I can, kitty"
"Yuuki" Hitsugi spat in a stern voice.
"Fine fine" growled Yuuki "Bye bye kitty" Yuuki dodged round the pierced boy and followed the rest of the Dolls quickly.
Hitsugi bit his lip, staring at the floor in thought. Dora stared over with a quizzical gaze. Both boys thoughts were interrupted by a reluctant sounding Kaya.
"It's time boys…"
Dora's breath caught painfully in his throat. The horror has finally arrived. There was no turning back now. There was no way he could anyway. He filth Hitsugi's small rough hand slink in to his, giving it a little squeeze before gently pulling him forward towards the stage. That's Hitsugi for you; face the problem. Get it over and down with.
"Hitsugi-" Kana grabbed the boy's shoulder "Swallows these quick. They'll give you hand if you know what I mean"
Hitsugi's pale cheeks flashed scarlet as quickly gulped down the pills without liquid, grimacing as he did. He grabbed Dora's hand tightly and pulled him forward as the boys headed to the stage. The air became thicker and hotter the close they got, the sound of the chattering crowd growing. The boys knew where to go, and headed to stand right behind the dull, dusty red show curtain. The curtain-men nodded at each other, the red head one pressing play on the CD player behind him. Loud, crashing mental rock exploded through the stage speakers with a loud scream. The crowd began to cheer- the music telling them who exactly was behind that curtain: The Clowns. Dora choked on his breath as the curtain began to withdraw, the bright stage lights hitting his eyes with feisty punches. Hitsugi remained calm, a serious but cold expression his face. Without warning, hitsugi released Dora's hand yanked on the silver chain, pulling the blond forward cruelly. The pierced boy led the other to the center of the stage then walked up behind him. Dora swallowed hard as his eyes caught the sight of a camera, which showed the sign wide on a protected screen. He looked away quickly, hoping the audience had been his fearful face. He knew they 's breath became heavy, as he realised Hitsugi wasn't in sight. Had he gone of stage? Had he left Dora? Had he-
Dora hallowed as a sore, throbbing pain was whipped on to his back. Hitsugi was behind him.
Hitsugi closed his eyes tightly shut and took a deep breath of the hot air in an attempt to prepare himself for what he had to do. He walked up behind Dora with gritted teeth, wondering his hands down from his shoulders and to the back of the dress, giving it to tug and ripping it further. Slowly, Hitsugi pulled it down, the material parting to reveal Dora's silky pale back. Hitsugi gentle forced Dora to turn round to face him before he slipped his hands under the dress from the blonde shoulders and pushed it off and down his arms. The crowd cheered as Dokodemodora's dress fell to the floor almost suddenly, leaving the boy almost completely bare accept for his red heels and knee high socks. The blonde boy gritted his teeth, his eyes closed tightly shut as he felt the cold air hit his body, his exposure causing unbearable humiliation. Guilt grew and sank down in Hitsugi's stomach as he stared at his vulnerable friend in front of him. He swallowed as he stepped forward, taking Dora by the shoulders and pulling him a little closer. The boy opened his watery eyes to look at his friend in misery, but without a single speck of pleading. There was no point. It would be selfish to plead. This humiliation would save little Meto.
The horrid cheers of drunken men carried on around them, dirty and foul words shooting in the air, but all being ignored by the two boys, who forced themselves to see only each other.
"I'm sorry" Hitsugi whispered "You know I don't-"
"Shut up and do the act!" bellowed a disgusting man, perched in the front row with a perverse expression as he stared up at the scene.
"I'm sorry" Hitsugi repeated to Dora before he crashed his lips onto his frightened friend's. The kiss wasn't meant for romance, but for an apology and a source of comfort for Dokodemodora, something to help calm the other down, maybe even to make it all seem like the act they were about to commit wasn't just a sick show for filthy minds but could mean a little bit more. Not romantic, but more than sickness. Not all perverse and dirty, but somehow there would an innocence in the public sexual act and a sense of beauty like all sexual acts should have.
They broke the kiss with a snap as the drunken men the crowd began to boo, unimpressed by how slowly the two were taking it.
"It's just you and me." Hitsugi whispered, his hands cupping Dora's cheek "Just you and me. They aren't there. It's only me. It's okay with me, right?"
Dora nodded as a tear rolled down his cheek. As instructed, Hitsugi stuck two fingers in his mouth while Dokodemodora took the hint and dropped to the floor, looking at his own chest in embarrassment once again. Hitsugi dropped down too and slowly pulling his finger out his mouth, pulling a face of disgust at a string of saliva. He swallowed and thought quickly. The 18 year rushed to wrap one arm round Dora's waist and pulled him close into a powerful kiss while his other hand sneaked round to his entrance, one finger slip in side. Dora's body became stiff, his jaw tight with their kiss, as he flung his arms round the other's shoulders. Hitsugi muttered an apology against the Dora's lips before beginning to force a second finger inside. Dora struggled around in the other's arms as pain throbbed in his body. This was awful, painful, humiliating, and he couldn't turn back. He felt the uncomfortable feeling of Hitsugi's fingers twisting inside of him. The pain began to weaken, but he knew what that meant. The purpled haired boy pulled his lips away from Dora's, kissing across his face and getting close to his ear.
"It's all okay. I'm sorry" Hitsugi pulled his fingers out half way and forced the third in, causing Dora to grunt "Yell if you want, it doesn't matter-"
"FUCK!" Dora drew out the yell, causing an unpleasant cheer for the audience.
"Ignore them. They're not there" Hitsugi whispered "You've got to lay back now"
Dora gritted his teeth as he reluctantly allowed himself to slowly fall back, adjusting his leg so Hitsugi could move his arm but still keep preparing him. As he laid back, it occurred to Dora what those pills must have been as he same Hitsugi one handed-ly on doing his leather pants. The blonde boy gritted his teeth harder. He shuddered as he felt the fingers slide out of him as Hitsugi's released his member awkwardly. Dora closed his eyes tightly shut and allowed his friend move him around a little. He heard the sound of Hitsugi spitting, before he felt something against his entrance, sliding in very very slowly. It didn't hurt, in fact it almost seemed soft and maybe even comfortable. Dora felt his heart begin to race manically. It felt great, but it shouldn't have... It was so wrong. So very. Very. Very.
Very wrong.
So, I've cut it, somewhat at a cliff hanger.
Yes, this scene will be carried on in the next chapter! I just felt I hadn't updated in so long I had to get something up! Plus, this scene is very stressful to write. I'm really not comfortable with it.
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