L'Arc en Ciel fanfiction .::. Offer and Demand

Episode 7

“Ore ha... ore ha...”
“Our messenger will hand you an envelope with your instructions...”
“No. No, wait... I’ll pick it up.” I take a glimpse at the kitchen door. “I’ll pick it up there.”
“OK. You are expected at the designed location in two hours, so you better make haste.”
“I will.” I nod and hang up.
I need a shower and clean underwear.

And so I find myself driving to the same hotel where my prostitution job became effective. I’m wondering if it’s the same guy.
I have mixed feelings.
I can’t stand it when Megumi gets mushy like that. It makes me feel even guiltier.
I think this feeling is so similar to the one I had when I concluded I was not a girl, and I had hence failed my mother.
She wanted a girl. I failed her... Sakura once told me she could have gotten pregnant again and maybe she would have a girl... but Sakura is such a silly guy. The fact that he has siblings makes him think that these things are way easier than they really are.
I wonder what the hell I am. My mom wanted a girl and I failed her... Megumi wants a man... and I’m failing her too.
I suppose I’m doomed to fail all women in my life.
And some men too...

I park my car and I start getting a feeling of void growing in my stomach. I re-read the card... it might be the same client.
I really gotta find out who he is. Maybe tonight I’ll do that.
I can’t help but thinking tonight will be decisive, no matter which decision I take.
And I walk towards the lobby hesitantly. I can’t chicken out. Although I know I’m a coward.
Memories of childhood flash behind my eyes... memories of being beaten up at school... memories of losing one time after another...
Maybe I was born to lose. And no matter how much I gain, I shouldn’t get all dreamy about it... it only makes the downfall harder.
I take the hotel elevator and I refuse to look at the guy in the mirror. I think he doesn’t want to look at me either, so fine. We’re even. We don’t look at each other. We hate each other. We are not friends anymore... until I need to cry in front of him again, at least... or until I shave again tomorrow.

I walk to the room... the same room than the former time. Maybe the agency hires it. I’m a little nervous, and I knock on it gently.
The same big and ugly guy opens the door, and I smile. I hope he’s my client’s employee and not the agency’s, because that would mean I have the same client.
Instructions are the same, and I find myself undressing in a distinctly familiar darkened room. The light switch doesn’t work, and I grin. I’m sure it’s the same guy.

I sit on the bed, naked, and I taunt for something to cover myself with. The air conditioning is rather high. It gives me chills... or maybe I’m nervous.

I try to adapt my eyes to darkness... in that way I will be able to see him better. I’m very curious. I gotta find out who he is... because by now, I’m sure I know the guy.

The clicking sound of the door latch startles me, and I can tell the room door has been opened. A soft swish tells me it’s being closed again. It’s complete darkness here, and I can hear him walking towards the bed.
“Can you see in this darkness?” I ask chuckling.
A soft murmur makes me guess he said yes.
“OK. What color is the cover I drew over my legs?” I taunt.
“...doesn’t matter...” I hear him whispering against my ear. Man, I didn’t notice he was so close. A cloud of cherry fragrance wraps me, and I feel him pulling from the cover and running a hand slowly down my chest, only to stop at my navel caressing it.
“...your piercing?” he murmurs.
“I... I... took the ring off...” I stammer.
He’s over me in no time. Like before. And he yanks from the pillows tossing them away. I’m lying under him at his complete mercy... and THAT turns me on. Go figure…
I know… I am pathetic.
“Hehehehe... Why don’t you want me to see you? Are you like... the phantom of the Opera?”
“Maybe...”
“I bet you are good looking...” I venture, trying to flatter him and get him to talk more. I’ve a fine year... if he would just speak up instead of whispering against my skin, I’m sure I could tell who it is.
He takes my right hand and yanks it behind my head... that startles me. I feel something like a strap tying me up to the bed.
“Wait... wait!”
Then the other hand... he ties me fast.
Man I’m scared. I pull and I can’t free my hands... it makes me nervous.
“Wait, man... wait... I don’t like this!” I protest.
“You will...” he whispers against my navel and licks around it. His tongue is wet and warm. He caresses my sides while he plays with my navel and I look into the direction where his head is, but I can’t see anything.
His hands reach out for something... I think he takes off his shirt. Yes, definitely, I think he’s taking off his clothes. And then suddenly he wraps a blindfold around my eyes.
Man! Like that is necessary in this pitch-black darkness!
I can feel his naked legs brushing against the sides of my hips and his hands caressing my tied up arms while he licks around my lips.
I want to kiss him, but he doesn’t let me.
“...naughty...” he whispers against my neck, and I whimper in frustration.
His hands travel fast along my sides from my arms to my buttocks and from there to my inner thighs. He parts my legs softly but decisively.
“Lube!” I plead.
“Condom has lube.”
“Not again, please!”
“That’ll suffice.”
“I’m small! Please, have mercy!”
I hear him chuckle. He caresses my testicles softly... almost playing with them. He plays with me as if I was his doll. I can’t say I dislike it... but I really wish it were mutual.
Suddenly, the warm tongue reaches my navel again. It rounds it once more and then travels down with small pecks and bold licks.
He kisses my pubic hair and licks it. He sucks from it and pulls softly. I’m worried... I really don’t like being tied up and blindfolded. I feel too helpless.
I moan nervously.
“Relax…” he coaxes me in whispers.
“I’m nervous… please untie me. Hmm… Please?”
He chuckles. Of course... I’m his whore. Why would HE obey ME?
Suddenly his lips grab my penis and his long fingers intrude me.
“Lube!!”
“No.”
“Fingers have no lube!”
He chuckles.
“OK.” He whispers and suddenly I feel him moving upwards... only to shock me by pushing his whole length inside me, making me yell out and cry.
“Easy...” I think he whispers it repeatedly, but I just can’t stop crying. This time it’s not as pleasurable as it was before. I’m not enjoying it... I shake my head in pain and I bawl like a kid. I feel so helpless... The images of childhood beat-ups come back to me in a blast. The pain is similar, only in a different section of my body.
“Please, stop! Please! Please!” I bawl moaning. To my surprise, he does. He doesn’t withdraw though.
For a second this thought strikes me... he’s probably mad. His hand caresses my belly softly, and I don’t feel any tension in it. I try to think he’s not... angry. I try to calm down, to stop crying.
“I’m... small...” I repeat sobbing. “Very small... you know that... you know me...”
“Yes.” He mutters softly.
“Please... don’t hurt me.” I plead.
I start thinking this is some kind of revenge.
Like I had previously said... I’m not a winner. I can’t enjoy things for too long. Happiness only shows its face to me for a short while, and then it passes me by, leaving me empty.
This is probably someone I hurt deeply. Someone that wishes to take revenge on me by hurting me just as much as I hurt him. Someone whom I’ve made cry...
I start to cry too.
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!” I plead.
“Calm down...”
“I’m so sorry! I regret everything I did to you! I apologize!”
He doesn’t answer.
“Please don’t hurt me. Let me see your face so that I can apologize to you properly! I realize I must have hurt you deeply! Please! Let me see you so I can apologize! Don’t hurt me!”
“I won’t hurt you.” He whispers softly... almost inaudibly.
He starts moving inside me gently, and he caresses me slowly. I sob... I’m not enjoying this as much as I did the last time. Maybe I would if he had rimmed me… Man… what am I thinking of…
Gradually, the feeling gets better... he’s doing this very carefully. My feet resting on his shoulders, and I guess he’s arching forwards... because... well... I’m small.
We stay like that for a while, and my body releases all the tension gradually. I am starting to get turned on by the intimate massage his penis is giving me. It’s gentle... really gentle... I guess he’s trying to make me feel comfortable.
Maybe that means he’s not mad... maybe that means he doesn’t hate me... Maybe that means I’m not the only one who fucks up now and then.
A moment later, he withdraws; he kisses my nipples and he turns me around. My arms are crossed over my head, still tied to the bed-header.
He pulls my butt up and places my knees apart from each other. I know what’s gonna happen now... I feel his aroused member brushing against my buttocks, and his long-fingered hands part my cheeks tenderly.
Without much of a preamble, he enters me making me yelp... this time in pleasure.
He grabs my dick and starts jerking me off while he holds my waist with his other hand.
OK... yes... this is what I was looking forward to...
Maybe... this is a sign, Hideto, maybe it means something...
Maybe good times and bad times supersede each other... maybe there is sunshine after the storm.
Ne?

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