The Pink Panther

Avina Garamond

Chapter 6

Sephiroth's arms curled around Vincent's body as the spotlight faded. Vincent gave him a tight hug before the spotlight returned and he cat-scratched at his audience, earning whoops and hollers.

"The Pink Panther!" the announcer yelled. More cheers and whistles. A few more shows and the audience was allowed to leave their seats and come up to the performers.

Four burly men pushed aside the line to The Pink Panther.

"Can we have him together?" the leader asked. Sephiroth stared. He looked at Vincent. Vincent leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

"The Pink Panther consents. All four of you need to present your hospital records and Ids. Since there are four of you, you have a time limit of two hours at most. And since its a gangbang – you have a special price of one grand a person. So that's four grand please. Up front." The men gave Sephiroth their Ids and hospital slips and handed over four thousand dollars. Sephiroth counted it up dutifully, using a flashlight under the hundred's to make sure they were real. He nodded.

"Since we've had issues with gangbanging before, we have taken precautions. If at any time The Pink Panther tells you to stop, you all will stop. And leave. We can and will call security. No refunds available. Make it an enjoyable experience, boys."

The Pink Panther crawled off Sephiroth's lap and led the way to his room. Inside, he turned to them and started taking their clothes off. Every man had his own pile of clothes under his feet. For convenience. After making sure they were clean, the Pink Panther smiled and drifted away from them, peeling off his own clothes. He lay on the bed.

"What would you like me to do? Give you a show? Or does someone want to climb up here?" Vincent asked playfully. The men smirked.

"On your knees," the leader said. Vincent obediently raised himself onto his knees. One of the men plopped onto the bed under him.

"Fuck me," he said. Vincent smirked and nibbled on the man's earlobe. He took out a tub of lubricant and a pack of condoms. The leader hid the condoms back into the drawer. Vincent shrugged and slicked the man's entrance with Vaseline and the inside as well. He set an even layer on his own cock and slid inside. He felt hands on his hips and stopped.

The leader took the tub of lubricant and smeared it on himself. Without preparing Vincent, he stuffed himself inside. Another man climbed onto the bed and positioned his crotch at Vincent's face and prodded Vincent's face with his dick. Vincent frowned a little, then gripped the man's hip with one hand, then the other, hoisting himself into the air and started sucking on the member. The man moaned.

The leader started shoving himself into Vincent while the man on the bottom grabbed Vincent's hips and pulled him downwards. The two men fought for Vincent's pelvic region, yanking it first one way then the other. It felt far from the best thing in the world.

The fourth man started to jerk off, watching the scene: the battle of the two men for Vincent and Vincent sucking off the man in front of him simultaneously.

First one man came, then the other, then the other, and finally the fourth. They let go of Vincent who lay, breathing heavily on the bed. A five minute pause... and the men switched positions. Vincent was about to bite off the head of the penis in front of him. But instead, he sucked. Again. He moaned, though it was muffled and did his best to squirm and arch. The leader was now the one getting the blowjob. Vincent groped his ass. He kneaded the muscle thoroughly, relaxing the man. He delved his fingers into the man's entrance.

More moans. Vincent smirked into the blowjob. He continued his doing until the four men came. Another five minute pause. Round three...

~*~

Sephiroth looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes until their time was up. Time to remind them of the time limit. He excused himself from the company and walked up to the door. He opened it, not bothering to knock.

He was astounded by what he saw. Fucking, being fucked, giving a blowjob, and a random guy watching the show. He coughed. Vincent snapped his eyes open and looked at him.

"Fifteen minutes," Sephiroth said. Vincent slapped the man's ass in front of him who grunted and came. Vincent took his fingers from the man's ass and clutched his hips instead. He dislodged his mouth from the member and swallowed whatever was in his mouth before nodding at Sephiroth.

"Yessir," he said. Back on his both his hands and knees, he was able to squirm more and thrust harder. Sephiroth went outside. He called up one of the men from the audience and told him he'd be up soon.

Vincent had the two men come in minutes with his movements. The guy who was jerking off to the show was finished quickly with a few quick pumps from Vincent's nimble fingers. The five men sat on the bed, having a moment of rest. Vincent finally handed out wet naps for anyone who wanted one. He freshened himself up while the others dressed.

The men left and Vincent started hunting around for his clothing. Try as he might, the thong was missing. He sighed, irritated. The bastards took his thong. He went into the closet and dug another one out, dressed, and went outside to welcome another man into his bed.

Sephiroth smirked at him and nodded sharply to the side. Vincent looked and saw the four men flicking each other with his thong. He huffed and led the new man into his room.

~*~

Vincent sat in the living room, drinking coffee.

"Calm down," Sephiroth said. "We've practiced the interview to a dot. You're great at it. You'll be fine. You'll get the job, don't worry." Vincent nodded. A taxi honked.

"That's for you. Good luck!" Sephiroth said. Vincent slipped out the door, tiny briefcase in hand.

~*~

"Please step into Mr. Hillmond's room, Sir. He'll be with you shortly," the secretary said pleasantly. Vincent smiled charmingly at her. He felt better than he had in months. He was fully clothed, and in a suit too. His hair was pulled back into a neatly combed ponytail. He entered the boss's office. He stepped hesitantly to the empty desk.

"Sit down, sit down!" the boss called. A tall man, forty-ish called him from the adjoining room. The man walked to the desk and sat down. Vincent sat in the seat opposite of him.

"Good day, Mr. Hillmond. My name is Vincent Valentine."

"Please to meet you, Mr. Valentine. Do you mind if I call you Vincent?"

"No, Sir."

"Excellent. My name's Bruce. I don't need that Sir crap. So, you came for the interview, right?" Vincent nodded.

"Yes."

"Well, before we get to the interview. I'd like to know you better. Do you like sports?" Vincent was baffled but hid it well.

"Yes, of course."

"Yeah, which sports do you like? Do you like football?"

"Ah, yes. I prefer rugby, but I like football as well."

"Ah, a fan of excessive violence, are you?"

"Not of excessive violence. My cousin used to play rugby so I've gotten the love of the sport while watching his matches."

"Oh, I see." Suddenly the door opened.

"Hey Bruce! Oh, you're doing an interview. Sorry about that! Hey... don't I know you?" Vincent turned around. ...Paul?

"You must be mistaken," Vincent said evenly. Paul disregarded him.

"Aaaah! I know you! Bruce, he's the guy I told you about! He's The Pink Panther! You know! Never knew a skewer could be better than a wife!" Vincent paled. Bruce looked at him.

"I am sorry Mr. Valentine, but I'm going to have to cut the interview short since my associate interrupted us."

"That's alright. Would you like my resume to look over in the future?" he asked.

"No that's alright. I know all I need," Bruce said firmly. Vincent froze. Finally, he stood up and picked up his briefcase.

"Thank you for your time," he said. He stepped out of the office. He walked stonily to the elevator and leaned in the corner while waiting until it stopped on the first floor. He walked out and hailed a cab.

The cab stopped at the condo and Vincent paid the man his fare. He went into the building and took the elevator to the top floor. The elevator stopped in the middle. Vincent sighed. The building was rotating. Ten minutes later, the elevator started back up again and Vincent reached Sephiroth's floor. He opened the door. Sephiroth looked up sharply from his newspaper. He hadn't even finished lunch yet. He looked at Vincent, surprised.

Vincent closed the door behind him and sat on the couch. He pulled the tie out of his ponytail and let it obstruct his face as he buried his face into his hands. Sephiroth jumped to his feet and hugged Vincent as the man shook uncontrollably.

"Vincent. Vincent. What happened?" Sephiroth asked. Vincent shook his head and tried to pry away from Sephiroth's grasp.

"Vince. I'm here to help you. What happened? Why are you home so early?"

"P-Paul came in!" Vincent squeaked. "He told Mr. Hillmond I was The Pink Panther! He had told him about how he rented me for the night! Mr. Hillmond didn't even want to look at my resume after he said that!" he gushed out. Sephiroth held the sobbing man gently.

"Hey... hey... its not your fault. The guy's a prick. We'll get you another job. Okay?" Sephiroth crooned. Vincent looked at him with bloodshot eyes. His lips trembled. Sephiroth flicked his gaze at them and then back into Vincent's eyes. Suddenly, he knew that Vincent loved him in that way. Not in friendship at all. But... Sephiroth didn't love him back.

Nevertheless, to make the man feel better, he kissed those trembling lips. He heard a muffled cry of surprise. Soon, his kiss was returned and Sephiroth took the opportunity to wipe Vincent's tears off his cheeks. He broke the kiss.

"You'll be alright. Okay?" Vincent smiled faintly.

"Okay..." He hugged Sephiroth, glad Sephiroth loved him back.

~*~

Vincent was asleep in Sephiroth's bed, sweat evaporating from his body quickly, cooling him off. Sephiroth drew the covers over his naked body, hiding the evidence of their coupling. Vincent mumbled something in his sleep, clutching the pillow that Sephiroth slipped into his arms to free himself.

Sephiroth crawled out of bed and took a cold shower in the guest bedroom farthest away from his bedroom. He wrapped his hair in a towel and put on his bathrobe and went to the kitchen to make some tea. It was two in the morning. He couldn't drink coffee or he'd never go to sleep. He chewed on a biscuit. Guilt ate at him. He was lying to Vincent, murmuring words of love into his ears as he slept with him. Vincent's smile was so... happy.

Biscuit gone, Sephiroth chewed on his lip when not drinking tea. He felt horrid. And how would Vincent react when Sephiroth told him the truth? He'd probably feel as though Sephiroth stabbed him in the back and gave the knife a few twists while he was at it. Sephiroth winced. He could always hope that Vincent found someone else while sleeping with them. Maybe...

No. Vincent hated prostituting himself. He just recently told Sephiroth how he never permit his body to feel when he was doing it because he hated it. His mind had such a tight grip on his body now that he could make himself hard and make himself cum when he thought he should. None of his moans were real...

Except when Sephiroth was his customer. Vincent let his shields down and let his body, not his mind do the thinking. Because... he was so... brutally honest with him. Sephiroth put his empty mug into the sink. Yes, Vincent was honest with him. Vincent was in love with him. And he... he... was a cold-hearted liar. Sephiroth shook his head, disgusted with himself. He would have to tell Vincent the truth eventually. He bit his lip again, drawing blood. With such a heavy heart, he wouldn't get sleep tonight.