Well, folks. Here's the next chapter in the continuing saga! Hope that you like it. Reviews will get the next chapter up faster!
Okay, the legal stuff…Don't own and I'm so broke I can't afford to pay attention, so suing will get you nowhere.
And away we go….
A NEVERENDING DREAM
Duo sat in the back of a stretch limousine, one that Owen would have never ordered. Tonight marked the first time in almost two months that the braided boy had serviced clients and the man that ordered his presence was one he had never seen or heard of before … Treize Khushrenada. It seemed strange that his father had allowed him to see an unknown person without the proper background checks and other safety precautions that he had taken in the past. But then, the old man had been very lax in his treatment of Duo during his recovery.
Duo tugged at the sleeves of the new dove-grey, silk shirt that had arrived with the amethyst-colored, silk velvet suit, trying to hide the bruises that stained his wrists black. Since the accident, Owen had begun to take out his frustrations on his youngest son. The sexual abuse Duo had dealt with from the time of his mother's death, but the repeated acts of BD/SM that his father forced him into left him feeling wrung out and empty.
The two weeks he spent in the hospital were some of the best he had lived through since before he started taking care of his terminally ill mother. Trowa and Quatre came everyday after school and brought him his homework assignments, picked up the work that he had finished while they were in class and then one or the other of them would order something from a choice of four restaurants that would deliver to the hospital (anything would be better than the food from the vomiteria – ah cafeteria). And even after he got home they showed up to bring him his schoolwork and brighten his day. OJ steered clear of Quatre, especially with the tiny blonde having his uni-banged protector. Now, however, Duo tried to avoid them. He didn't want to contaminate them with his filthy soul.
It had been fun to watch the two boys making their stumbling way towards being a couple. Duo felt privileged to see their pure love. It left warm, fuzzy feelings in a heart that he thought died and was buried with his mother. But, now that he was back doing the things that Owen required of him, there wouldn't be time in his life for friendship. Besides, friends were a luxury that whores could do without.
A lump formed between his pecs and tears sprang up from their well at the thought of losing the first people, in a long time, who seemed to care for him. He carefully brushed the crystalline droplets off his cheeks, being cautious not to wipe off any of his fastidiously applied makeup. It wouldn't do to show up at the restaurant with a mascara-streaked face. He smoothed back his hair, the client asked that his hair be mostly down, so he had pulled the front back into a slender braid that lay against the remainder of his hair. And the rest of it poured loose down across the deep purplish-blue of the jacket. Part of him hated that this person could order him to share his hair with a total stranger, but there wasn't any use begging Owen for changes.
The long, sleek car pulled up under the canopy of the best restaurant in town. A French chef had opened it right after Duo and his family moved the Winner-supported town. The cuisine was said to be divine and customers waited months to get one of the poorer tables near the kitchen. The braided boy didn't know what to expect from his appointment.
Duo straightened his cuffs and collar once again and waited for the silent driver to open the door of the car. He slid across the sleek leather seat and stood up. The flowing cut to the suit coat gave the suggestion of tails and the heavyweight fabric hung just right off his shoulders. The shirt under the jacket had enough frills on it to be considered a woman's, but it fit his slender body to a tee. The only complaint he could make of the garments is that the pants were sufficiently tight enough to split his ass cheeks and the seam rubbed against his hidden pucker, stimulating the nerve-rich flesh. It felt like someone was walking behind him, rubbing a finger over that area and arousing him.
If he says anything corny like is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Duo thought. I'll strangle him. Going to jail would be better than dealing with some old fart that tells bad jokes and expects me to laugh at them.
He sighed as the doorman opened the door for him. The dark, quiet ambiance helped to calm his overwrought emotions. He wandered up to the maitre d', trying to delay the inevitable for a few more moments, and gave the stuffy-looking man a sweet, sultry smile.
"May I help you?" the man asked, looking down his rodent-sharp nose at Duo.
"I'm meeting Mr. Khushrenada. Would you please tell him that Duo's here?"
"Of course. If you will wait over there for a few moments," the maitre d' said, pointing to one side of the lobby.
"Yeah. And don't worry, I won't run off with the silver."
The extremely formal man glared at him and stalked away; the way he walked made Duo think about what could be shoved up and how far it had been placed up the man's ass. He either needed to have something removed or to get laid. Even Owen wasn't that stuck up. But what did he know? He was just a prostitute or, as one man had called him, a very expensive sperm receptacle.
Duo waited in the shadowy lobby for the uptight man to return and escort him to his date for the evening. High classed, canned music grated on his ears and he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, nervously. New customers made him a little uneasy since his trip to the hospital, he decided. He never knew when Roger would show up or what he would do to him after he got the man thrown out of his hospital room. In all actuality, it wasn't him that caused the problem, but Quatre. He certainly couldn't explain to the petite blonde the trouble he had set Duo up for. Or what would happen to him when the sadistic man returned to town.
The tightly-wound head waiter walked up to him, after looking around the dim lobby. He straightened his glasses and motioned for the braided boy to follow him into the depths of the restaurant. He strode away without making sure that his guest could keep up with him. He led Duo to a long spiral staircase that swept up over the heads of the less fortunate diners. The tasteful scarlet carpet covered the stairs, making them safe. Marble gleamed along the edge of the stairway that wasn't covered by the inches thick carpeting.
The fragrant smells that greeted Duo's nose started his stomach rumbling. He had been too nervous to eat anything before coming, besides he planned on getting the best dinner he had ever had from this date. If the old man wanted to molest him, he would have to pay for it by buying the braided boy anything he wanted off the menu. Maybe they could order some champagne and Duo could be pleasantly blitzed when they returned to the apartment that Owen kept for entertaining. Blitzed sounded very nice right about now.
They climbed to the very top of the restaurant where there were private dining rooms. The maitre d' walked down the hallway with his stiff-legged stride until he reached the proper room. Opening the door, he motioned for the braided boy to enter.
Duo stepped around the man, stopped and patted him on the shoulder. "I think maybe you need to get your wife, boyfriend, girlfriend or the dog to give you a good lay," he quipped, smiling cockily up as an insulted rage swept over the man's face. "And if you tell me that you got some last night, then I think you'd better hire a professional, 'cause your stress relief ain't workin'." Duo dodged the door as it slammed shut, nearly catching his hand in it.
"Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance," a smooth tenor spoke. Duo jumped against the door and whirled around to face his date for the evening.
"Sorry," he smiled at the ginger-haired man seated at the table. "I just thought that he might need some advice, seeing as he's stiff as a board. It's either that he's not getting' any or he's got a huge dildo shoved someplace that it shouldn't be during work hours." He looked the handsome man over. Everything about him screamed "TO THE MANOR" born. His suit jacket lay over one of the spare chairs and the crisply ironed shirt clung to his torso like a second skin. The neatly pressed slacks and highly polished shoes spoke of a valet or butler who helped the man dress.
Duo unconsciously gnawed on one of his thumbnails as he studied the figure sitting in front of him. The man was a lot younger than he thought he would be. And, unlike most of his younger clients, didn't need any help in the looks department. As a matter of fact, he was drop-dead gorgeous; that, in and of itself, made him more than a little nervous.
"You're not like my usual dates," he said, leaning, with a casualness that he didn't feel, against the door.
"Does that really bother you?"
"Nah, not really. I'm just wondering why someone like you needs to hire a professional." A horrifying thought crossed his mind. "Oh, FUCK!" he swore under his breath. "You're a cop. That's the only reason I can think of for somebody like you needing to hire a whore." He gave Treize a look of resignation. "If you're going to arrest me, just do and get it over with."
Treize rose to his feet, walked over to the drooping boy and lifted his face up. Cherry-colored lips beckoned and the ginger-haired man wasn't one to miss any chances to get what he wanted. He pulled the fragile form against him and began to plunder the soft, sweet mouth. He drew one of Duo's legs over his hip and ground their groins together.
"I'm not a police officer," he said, breaking the kiss. "And as to my reason for hiring you, I saw you and just had to have at least one night with you. You're such a delightful little piece." He led the boy over to the table, sat him in one of the chairs and poured him a glass of champagne from the bottle that had been standing open to breathe while he waited for his companion to arrive. "Here, try some of this, it will sooth your nerves. I hope you like the year I've chosen."
Duo pulled his scattered wits together; for some reason this date was different from the others he'd had. "I've never tried it before."
"Oh, a virgin," the rich tenor dropped into the lower register, causing duck bumps to form on Duo's arms. "I love initiating youngsters into the adult world." He leaned over and sucked on the braided boy's earlobe, swirling his tongue into the delicate shell of his ear.
The younger man shivered in response to the seduction. He sat on his hands to keep from pulling the man down and showing him how much of a child he wasn't. His body ached in response to everything that was being done to it. "Please," he whimpered, "stop. If you keep this up, I'm not gonna want to eat. Unless it's you I'm devouring."
"I think I'll stop," Treize said, pulling away from the boy. "I wouldn't want the excellent meal I've ordered to go to waste. And you're going to need all the stamina that you've got; I intend to leave you totally wrung out and begging for more." He gave Duo a scorching smile. "I want you to know that you've been loved and loved well. So, we'll settle in and get to know each other better."
Duo shook his head to clear it. He looked over at the other man and cocked his head. "You do realize that I'm a sure thing, right?" he asked. "I mean the whole seduction thing is nice, but you don't need to go all out to get what you want. You've already paid for my services."
"Do you mean that no one has ever tried to seduce you?"
"Ah, no. Why should they? I mean, they pay for what they want before I even meet them and most of them don't want the wife/girlfriend/or whatever to find out that they're such perverts that they need to screw a fifteen-year-old boy to get off sometimes. Hell, half the guys I sleep with want me to call them 'Daddy'. Do you know how perverted that is? The other half just want a good, little BD/SM slut, who calls them master and screams at the right time. The majority of the time, I think that they don't even realize that they're not doin' it with a blowup doll."
"What about the man that injured you a few months ago?" Treize asked, resting his chin in his palm and waiting patiently for a response.
"Let's not talk about him, 'kay? He's bad news and if I say anything about him, he'll probably appear with the next bout of foul weather."
"Really? Then why to you go to him?"
"Because I don't have any choice, 'kay. I have to do what my pimp tells me or I'll be as good as dead." He unconsciously rubbed his bruised and torn wrists trying to relieve the dull ache that sprang up in his chest.
"I'm sorry," Treize said, softly. "I didn't mean to stir up any bad memories. Why don't we have some of this excellent wine and forget all about our problems." He handed Duo the glass he had poured for him, before they got distracted by each other.
Duo took a careful sip of the wine and grimaced at the sour taste. He couldn't see how anyone would willingly drink the stuff; it tasted similar to the vinegar that OJ made him drink when they were children. Well, maybe not that bad, but close. The alcohol rushed to his brain and the second mouthful tasted better. As a matter of fact, as he got toward the bottom of the glass, be began liking the stuff. The swaying of the room he could do without, though. He giggled and crawled over the table to sit in Treize's lap.
The look on the ginger-haired man's face was priceless; his eyebrows shot up toward his hairline and his eyes opened very wide. Duo ground their groins together, relishing the small taste of power he had over the other man. The hardness that formed under his enthusiastic body made him groan with desire. He threaded his fingers into the other man's copper locks, pulled his head up and began devouring Treize's lips. His eagerness worked as an encouragement and the older man grabbed his slender hips and held them still as he pushed against Duo's groin.
A polite knock broke off their make out session. Duo blushed and carefully moved back to his seat. A silent waiter brought the hors d'oeuvres in and arranged them tastefully on the table. He nodded at the two men and left as quietly as he had entered.
Duo looked at the unusual assortment of food. There was some kind of mushrooms with breadcrumbs and something black and what looked like parsley and butter on them. The other tray contained mussels, still in the half shell. Neither of the foods looked all that appetizing.
"Sorry to sound stupid," Duo said, in a chagrinned voice. "But what the hell is this stuff?"
"If you've never had them, Sweetling, how can you sound stupid?" Treize answered. "Why don't you come over here and I'll feed you? As to what they are, the first tray is escargot and the other oysters on the half shell. Both are considered a delicacy. And supposedly, the oysters are an aphrodisiac. I wondered if we were going to need them, but I don't think that will be a problem." He looked the braided boy up and down. "I intend to teach you about what you've been missing. When I'm done with you, you won't want to go back to your old life."
"Yeah, right," Duo scoffed. He turned his attention to the food. His stomach began to growl at the pungent scent. He used the little fork provided on the plate and carefully picked up one of the escargots. He popped it into his mouth and began chewing. The taste of garlic and other herbs exploded over his taste buds. It tasted wonderful, but the texture left something to be desired. "Damn, these things taste good, but it's like eatin' an eraser."
"I don't think I've ever heard them called that before," Treize laughed. "Try one of these," he placed the shell of one oyster against Duo's lips. "Just don't chew. Allow the flesh to glide over your tongue and then gently squeeze with your teeth to loosen the juices."
Duo did as he was told and allowed the slimy, booger-like body slip into his mouth. The strong, slightly fishy taste made him wrinkle his nose in distaste and he grabbed for his glass of Champagne. "I think I like this stuff better than the sea booger you just fed me. That and the escargot will make a perfect meal."
Treize pulled the braided boy into his lap and started kissing him passionately. The low, greedy moans that escaped from Duo's mouth encouraged the older man to deepen the kiss and begin to run his hands over the eager young body in his lap. He slipped the velvet jacket off and unbuttoned the silk shirt. He pushed them over smooth, fresh shoulders, stopping when they reached the boy's elbows effectively trapping his arms to his sides. The ginger-haired man attacked the brown nubs that adorned his victim's chest, licking, sucking and nipping at the sensitive buds.
Duo writhed in his John's lap, trying to bring them closer together so that they could consummate the act that they were starting. His cock strained against the soft fabric and throbbed with need. The harder it became the slower Duo's brain operated. It took him almost a full minute to realize that the door to their dining room had been opened and a very shocked waiter stood holding a tray, looking very uncomfortable. His brown eyes were roaming for a safe place to stare, instead of devouring the tableaux in front of him.
"Take a picture," Duo said when his brain began functioning again, "it lasts longer."
"Duo, that wasn't very polite," Treize admonished, looking down at his partner.
"Well, it's the truth. He was starin' and droolin' all over our food."
"That he is, but we should ignore his total lack of manners," Treize said, peeling the teenager off his lap. "Please put the food on the table and excuse yourself, that is if you want a gratuity worth mentioning." He gave the server a glare that promised something worse than a poor tip in the man's future if he didn't do his job and make himself scarce in a hurry. The flustered man set the plates down and scurried out the door without a backward glance.
Duo stared at the colorfully arranged foods on the plate. "There's not a whole hellava lot on this," he said, wrinkling up his nose. "And what the hell is it?"
"Something very good," Treize answered, dragging the boy back onto his lap. "Dinner can wait, I intend on devouring you first."
Duo sighed and relaxed into the feelings. The room grew hazy and he had a hard time thinking of anything other than the rush of feelings as he was seduced. Things were looking up.