The Pink Panther
Avina Garamond
Chapter 7
Vincent woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and baked beans. Sephiroth was cooking today. He took a quick shower to get rid of the sticky mess he was in and put on Sephiroth's bathrobe. He quietly crept into the kitchen.
"Good morning," he said. Sephiroth turned around and smiled.
"Good morning." Vincent jumped.
"Jeez, you look terrible," he said. "What time did you get up?" Sephiroth frowned.
"I look terrible?"
"Terrible. Did you get any sleep?" Sephiroth shook his head.
"No. I couldn't sleep." He felt skinny arms around his waist and Vincent's forehead on his shoulder blade.
"I'm sorry. Maybe you should take the day off. Get some sleep." Vincent's suggestion was innocent but Sephiroth didn't want to spend an entire day looking nowhere except at an infatuated raven-haired man. The guilt would make his stomach melt a hole in his body.
"I can't. I need to open the company up and I have a few appointments coming in today to fix up requests my workers made." Vincent simply nodded, rubbing his forehead against Sephiroth's shoulder blade.
"Don't work too hard. And take catnaps. We have a reservation tonight, remember?" Sephiroth cringed. Last week someone signed up his boss an entire week ahead, saying the boss needed to get a nice welcome back. Sephiroth didn't ask from where but he suspected from jail.
"Okay," he said. He finished cooking and put the food on two plates. Vincent let go of him and took the two plates to the kitchen table. They ate pleasantly. Sephiroth examined Vincent while he ate. Vincent seemed to practically glow. Sephiroth suspected Vincent always looked that way after they had sex, but had never noticed. There was the faintest blush on his cheeks, barely even noticeable. His wet hair had already divided into clumps and was trying vainly to raise itself into Vincent's usual unruly hair style. His neck was still damp and reflected the morning light streaming into the kitchen. Vincent blushed bright pink.
Sephiroth looked up into his face and realized that he had been caught. In fact, he had been examining Vincent so intently that he had stopped eating was full out staring.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare so," he said, embarrassed. Vincent shook his head, saying it was fine. He poured Sephiroth some hot coffee into his cup and himself some as well. Sephiroth practically drank the entire cup in one gulp, shocking Vincent. Vincent poured Sephiroth another cup.
Sephiroth did leave for work soon, leaving Vincent inside an empty house with a sink full of dishes. He sighed. Back into housewife mode. He cleaned the dishes and washed the bed that Sephiroth and he soiled. He looked suspiciously at Sephiroth's side of the bed. It wasn't wrinkled. Did Sephiroth sleep next to him at all?
~*~
"Hello, my name is Daniel Stone," the man said, presenting slip and ID. Sephiroth smiled pleasantly.
"We've been expecting you. Your men took the liberty of reserving a spot for you."
"That was very thoughtful of them," Daniel Stone said. "What does this Pink Panther of yours do?" Sephiroth listed off what he did and prices. Daniel nodded.
"You haven't said anything about S&M." Sephiroth paused.
"Who is the masochist? If it is he, I'm sorry I can't permit it. The Pink Panther has many customers after all. He has to be in good shape for them." Daniel growled, unhappy.
"And if you are the masochist, I have to say that you have to bring your own equipment. No one required The Pink Panther to do such things, so we don't have the equipment on hand. It would have simply been a waste of money." Daniel frowned.
"Well... can I use a paddle of The Pink Panther if I don't leave him anything more than a red rump?" Sephiroth looked at him annoyed.
"Mr. Stone..."
"I'll pay an extra $2000." Sephiroth flinched.
"I'll check into it. Please wait when The Pink Panther emerges from the room."
It wasn't that long a wait. First the man came out, then Vincent, swinging his hips seductively. Sephiroth motioned him towards him. He whispered something into Vincent's ear and Vincent whispered back.
"Alright. No beating him excessively and if he tells you to stop, you'll stop. He knows better than you what he can take without bruising." Vincent took Daniel to the room. A few men stood next to it, waiting. One man gave Daniel a paddle. Daniel smirked and gave the man a hundred dollar bill for his thoughtfulness.
~*~
Vincent gasped in pain as the wood hit his ass.
"AH!" he cried out as the wood hit him harder.
"AH!" he cried out again. Tears splashed down his cheeks.
"AH!" He clawed the pillows.
"AHHH!" Vincent inwardly was thankful that The Hall soundproofed their rooms, at least a little. Security wasn't bashing in.
"AHHHH FUCK!"
"Soon, sweetie," Daniel crooned. Vincent was so annoyed with the man. The fake screams he was crying out were giving him a headache. Suddenly, he found himself with a sharp pain in his ass.
The bastard didn't prepare himself!
"We do ask you to use lubricant or a lubricated condom," Vincent said. The man threw a few hundred dollar bills next to Vincent's hand and started thrusting into Vincent. Vincent hissed. He was surprised it didn't hurt much. Then again, he'd been fucked by much thicker and bigger men than this idiot. The near rape didn't hurt. So Vincent decided to accept the sick bastard's money and not complain.
~*~
Sephiroth counted up the money Vincent got during the night while Vincent's head was bobbing between his legs. He groaned. Vincent was pretty damn good at blowing him. His hands held him down firmly but gently and stroked his testicles where they were the most sensitive.
Sephiroth rolled his head back as he rode out the cascade of pleasure. He came into Vincent's mouth.
"Sorry," he said. He usually gave a warning at least. He looked down to see Vincent casually milking him and licking up the last few drops. Erotic... Sephiroth's erection sprang back and Vincent looked at him playfully. Sephiroth laughed and put the money aside. Let Vincent do what he wanted with his body. He deserved a break.
~*~
Sephiroth woke up a few days later to see a stack of money as tall as his office lamp looming on his bedside table. He looked at it suspiciously. He crept out of bed into Vincent's room. Vincent lay sleeping in his bed, looking utterly at peace. Sephiroth opened the safe, finding it nearly empty. Inside was a note.
"I know you'll check this so here's why the money's on your table instead of here. It the $150,000 I owe you. You had paid off my debt with this much, and its how much I wanted to give back to you. Please take it to the bank and put it on your account. Don't worry. I'll keep saving money for college after this. I won't waste it."
Sephiroth smiled. He took a small briefcase and put Vincent's money into it. He would go to the bank later in the day.
~*~
Vincent welcomed him back home, chipper at around eight thirty, like always. He had dinner ready and the house smelled of cleaning chemicals. Sephiroth asked what the occasion was.
"I paid you back!" Vincent said happily. "Did you put the money back into your account?" Sephiroth nodded.
"Not like it needs it."
"I think you're the only millionaire out there that doesn't care about the money." Sephiroth chuckled.
"I'm still young and impressionable. I'll care later on in life. Like when I want to retire." Vincent laughed.
"Now I'm going to save money for college. The community college doesn't cost that much. Only a few thousand dollars a semester. I can pay for two or three years and then go to that business school you found after getting a... normal job."
"You still have to pay for an apartment," Sephiroth pointed out. Vincent didn't say anything. Suddenly Sephiroth knew he had not said the right thing.
"Are you going to kick me out as soon as I get a normal job?" Vincent asked. Sephiroth bit his lip. He hadn't meant to sound so... evil.
"I mean... you don't want to live in this house forever. I mean, its nice and lavish, and that room you have is practically a house on its own. But don't you want a place... you know... your own?"
Vincent shook his head.
"Don't worry. I'm happy here. Unless you want me to leave..." Sephiroth didn't say anything but got out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured the wine and gave Vincent a glass.
"A toast to debts paid." Vincent smiled again, brightening significantly. He clinked their glasses. Sephiroth felt his sense of guilt grow and start using his stomach to melt a hole in his body...