Dora kept his eyes tightly shut as he felt his friend begin to trust into him, slowly and gently. The blonde grimaced with discomfort; not at the feeling, but the surroundings. Cackles and jeers echoed in the large but crammed room at the sensitive act played out for the audience's derision. Their crude mockery was a disruption to Hitsugi's concentration as he did his best to think of things to keep his body going. As much as he tried, keeping his libido, at that moment, was a difficulty. Dora, who lied back like a rag doll, could feel his friend beginning to go soft inside of him.

"Fake it" Dora's voice was strained and rough

"What?" Hitsugi spoke between his breaths.

"Pretend to… To finish early then we can… we'll run" Dora spoke feel gritted teeth.

Both boys flinched with racing heart beats as a blue wine bottle flew on to the stage, smashing into sharp pieces not far away from them. A drunken 'woohoo' came from the bottles direction, to be assumed as the one to have thrown it.

"Pretend-"

"But-"

"Please Hitsu!" Dora begged desperately "Please, I-"

The blonde's words were caught in his throat as a wondrous feeling swarmed his insides like a fire; only, for lack of words, pleasant. Hitsugi couldn't help but smirk in triumph as he noticed the look of ecstasy on his friend's face; he'd found the sweet spot. Dora's hands shot round Hitsugi's neck, pulling him down upon him as he ripped his nails down his back. Those nails dug harder, deeper the more Hitsugi hit Dora's sweet spot, setting of the sparks of pleasure. The pain of bleeding wounds only increased Hitsugi's drive as he began to pound faster into the boy beneath him as if on the brink of sexual insanity. Though it was early, the familiar feeling of the end growing closer began to grow. Hitsugi didn't hold back like he usually did when experience a sex act for pleasure (and not for filthy cash). Usually he'd want to drag the sex act out until both him and his partner were weak, sweaty wrecks and unable to breath. The feeling was intense and amazing, but it would be better if he wasn't being watched by the perverse crowd. He thought of the things that made him feel hot and sexually pleading for release as the feeling increased to impact. He rode out the orgasm while the crowd carried on yelling and cheering in a crude manner. Dora's eyes shot open as he jumped at the feeling of his insides being coated in Hitsugi's warm, sticky seed- though he wasn't even close himself. For a few seconds the two were still, staring at each other, panting rapidly. Their silent moment was broken when yet another glass bottle flew onto the stage, crashing close to Dora's head. The blonde yelled, his arms shooting to protect his face. Hitsugi scowled at the glass before rushing up off Dora and jumped to his clothing. Dora began to howl, slowly curling into a foetal position.

As the curtain began to surround the stage, Dora continued to try and huddle up in humiliation while Hitsugi quickly pulled his pants back on, grabbing all their clothes in a collection in his arms. He hastily grabbed Dora's arm and shook it vigorously, tugging. Dokodemodora took the hint, allowing himself to be hauled up to a standing position before being dragged off by Hitsugi, who pulled him by the wrist as he ran off the stage. The sound of the perverse crowd echoed back stage as Dora leaned again the black wall, his arms covering his chest in humiliation. Hitsugi ran his fingers through his hair as his head pound with an ache of horrid stress. Dora moaned miserably, alerting Hitsugi. The purple hair boy grabbed his friend's hand and pulled him to his dress room, slamming the door behind him while wishing there was a lock. Privacy isn't something given lightly at Hyde's. Dora wiped his eyes, practically falling into Hitsugi's make-up chair before circling up in it sadly.

"Come on, blondie" the pierced boy spoke gently, as he dropped their clothes on the floor and began to separate them in to two piles; his own clothes and Dora's clothes. "You shouldn't… There's no need for tears dude"

Hitsugi eyes were pierced as he received no response from Dora, who just nuzzled his face in to the nook of his arm. The blonde boy did shoot to attention when he heard the click of the door closing. He looked up to find himself alone in Hitsugi's dressing room. He sniffed, his eyes falling sadly to the floor. He wondered if he had annoyed his best friend with his tears? Was he just disgusted by what they had just done? He thought Hitsugi was being all cool, calm and nice but maybe-

Dora looked back up to see his friend return to the room, holding clothes he knew well. Hitsugi closed the door behind him with a gentle smile before passing a shirt to his friend.

"Here. Thought you might need these."

Dora sniffed again, giving Hitsugi a meek little half smile as he pulled on the button up dark green shirt. He pulled down over his dignity. He still felt breathless and his fingers still tingled in the oddest way. Hitsugi threw him the rest of his clothes before walking over to the make-up mirror and looking at himself.

"Have you ever looked into a mirror… And been unsure if you are looking at evil or good?"

Dora paused in his efforts to get dressed, slowly turning his head to look at his confusing friend.

"I'm not sure… Don't know what I am anymore…" Hitsugi carried on "I'm not good. I'm not pure and fair of heart. Even when I try to do something of the kind nature I always end up doing something awful in the process"

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Dora mumbled as he did up his belt buckle.

When Hitsugi didn't answer, simply looking into the mirror like a lost child, Dora made his way slowly over to his friend, leaning his head on Hitsugi's shoulder.

"You've done nothing wrong, man" Dora's voice was soft, gentle but serious by all means.

"The irony of you saying it" Hitsugi snorted, a sarcastic titter finishing his words. "Ironic"

The pierced boy shook his head tiredly. Dora took a good look at his fatigue ridden friend. Those eyes that had seemed so vacant before almost seemed lifeless. There was no soul behind those brown windows. Hitsugi pushed past Dora and picked up his abandoned costume, folding everything up neatly and stacking them up. Dokodemodora watched with sleepy eyes, unsure or the situation.

"I'm going to head for bed" Hitsugi grumbled "I'll … See you in the dorm in the morning, Dokodemo Dora"

He headed out the dressing room, slamming the door behind him coldly, leaving Dora alone in the suddenly chilly dressing room. The blond clown swallowed hard, breathing in deeply and took a look at his reflection in the full wall mirror. His eye make-up was smeared down his cheeks, his lipstick faded from red to a pinky-orange.

Dora felt dirty. He wanted to bathe away the filth he felt but his washing privileges meant he could not do this until tomorrow morning. Moments like that made him wish he was a doll- their hygiene privileges were a lot better than the clowns.

The embarrassment of such an act made him feel unclean, but what topped off was the fact that he'd enjoyed it. That never happened. He was three to give pleasure, but today he had received it. He felt so dirty. Dora gritted his teeth as he felt a swelling sensation behind his eyes. His bottom lip quivered as the tears began to build up. As the boy took a big breath in the tears burst through his eyelids becoming a waterfall down his rosy cheeks.

"Oh god…" he sobbed, collapsing back into the back up chair, staring as his crying reflection.

He swallowed heard, before his nails attacked his skin. He tore away his salty tears, messy make up and lightly tanned skin as he dragged his nails round his face, ripping the flesh along his jaw until he bled. His tears still fell, stinging horridly on the now sensitive, vulnerable skin on Dora's cheeks.

While Dora became a red faced bloody mess in his dressing room, wounds stinging from tears, Hitsugi had arrived at his dormitory room. The wanting for there to be a lock on his door came to mind, but as already discussed many times, Hyde would not allow it. He wanted easy access to their rooms. They weren't to have privacy. 'Ugly whores don't deserve such a human pleasures' he once told the clowns. Hitsugi shut the door closely behind him and looked round the dark room. The light bulb in his room no longer worked, and since the clown was desperately saving money he hadn't found a few spare yen to buy a new one. He didn't mind so much. He liked the dark. The mysterious warmth and curiosity that came with it was actually soothing to Hitsugi. He never worried about someone having sneaked in and hiding in the darkness. Whatever they planned to do wouldn't upset him.
Forced sex, he was used to that.
Murder, death may be a lot more fun than leaving.
Stealing… That did worry him. But no one would find where he did his desirables. Like everyone had Hyde's, their money was hidden. Floorboards, cracks in the walls, secret compartments, but it was likely that they'd set a few traps for unwanted visitors to their stashes. An added bonus was Hyde's security, was that it was very unlikely anyone would get into their dorms, other than Hyde himself. Hyde felt a sense of ownership towards his dolls and clowns, along with his other labelled sets of prostitutes. Without his saying, no one touched them. He, on the hand, could touch and damaged them as he pleased. Anyone else who did would suffer the consequences. It wasn't worth it.

Hitsugi sighed and opened his wardrobe, placing his costume inside. There was no point washing it. He had hardly worn it that night…

He strolled over the window sill and pulled himself up to open the top window that came up a little before Hitsugi's shoulders. The pierced boy hung the leash out the window and rummaged in his jeans for his lighter. As the dancing yellow flame caught the end of the cigarette, a knock echoed against Hitsugi's bedroom door.

"Who is it?" He called out, stuffing his lighter in his pocket roughly.

"Only I" murmured the familiar sultry voice.

Hitsugi's head slowly turned to look at the small curly hair blonde with luscious strawberry lips. Yuuki smirked, closing the door slowly behind him, leaning back on it, one leg pressed against the wood. A corner of the pierced boy's lip curled up as he murmured out his question, cigarette smoke floating out his mouth.

"I've come to make you better" Yuuki winked.

Hitsugi's lip and eyes feel "I'm… I'm not in the mood. That… I've had enough of that tonight"

"Even with me?" Yuuki's whispered in a voice lavished with sex appeal.

Hitsugi sighed and watched as little man slowly walked over. Yuuki's slow, feminine walk was the same as how Hitsugi imagined Marilyn Monroe to have walked; with pride, femininity and alluring sexuality but as if he had all the time in the world.
Yuuki wrapped his arms round Hitsugi's neck, pecking a kiss on to his cheek, feeling his radiating warmth. The purple haired boy did not smile or kiss back, but embraced the feminine man round the waist and pulled him close. A soft smile brushed across Yuuki's delicate lips as he rested his head on the other's shoulder.

To most, Yuuki screamed one word; sex. His lack of covering clothes, the voice he used to get he wanted, the sway of hips when he walked. He screamed sex, but to Hitsugi he howled out something totally different. But Hitsugi was totally sure what, but being in an embrace with Yuuki felt like the answer to the silent scream.

"I got more money today" Hitsugi muttered, lightly swaying side to side.

"You did? How much?"

"Only 1200 yen" he spoke sadly.

Yuuki sighed. "That's… This really IS going to take a while, huh?"

"I'm afraid so…" Hitsugi leaned his head on Yuuki's "How much you got so far?"

"100750 yen… Plus the 1200, I have…. 101950 yen.

"Hey, you're getting there" Hitsugi grinned, kissing the other's head.

Yuuki gently pulled away "But slowly…"

As always, I'm sorry about how long it takes me to update. I'm going to be bad and blame it on my boyfriend. It is his fault in someways...

Anyway, there's a new slash for you!

NightmareHitsugi/LycaonYuuki