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Date 26/⁶
Time 5:⁵⁰ pm

The night had begun to rise, and Boar Canyon's booths and dance floors became mingled with lost and troubled souls drunk on the pleasures of life. She would sink her claws into their skulls and make them dance under the colorful LED lights. They offered their souls to her. For a moment of euphoria. For a moment to escape. For a moment feel free. To be young and high. She gave it all, filling their hungry selves with delusions and a swift sense of joy. She made them want to stay. To stay and play with her. To dance the night away and drink to their heart's content. To fall deep into her arms and never wake up.

That was what Boar Canyon was, a lady of the night, guiding her followers into an endless abyss of pleasure and escape. She feasted on them . . . But was quick to drain their souls before death tore them apart.

***

" Master Ayato . . .I did what you asked, " Thoma stood still with his hands on either side of him and his head cast down; he could not bring himself to look up at the blue-haired man sipping his boba tea while playing a round of poker with his bodyguard, Itto.

The cards smacked down at the short-legged table before the expression on Ayato's face changed into that of twisted delight. " You've done well . . . Everything turned out well. She'll come back to me very soon. . ." The smirk on his face widened." Do excuse me Itto, but it seems I'll postpone this round between us."

Shifting in the cushion he was sitting on, Ayato patted his hand on the mattress next to him, urging the blond man to sit. "Didn't I tell you it'll be easy?" His question made Thoma tense up as he nodded with his mouth forming a straight line, not daring to let himself slip up. " She's so simple. I trust you know what do do Thoma? I'll make her break. She'll come begging to be in my arms once she sees how cruel everyone is. . . And mother and father will be pleased."

Thoma's jaw clenched as he tightly gripped the folds of his pants. "I'm winning already, " the blue-haired man talked to himself, before turning to Thoma and grabbing him by the chin. " Now obey and do what you did with her . . ." The corner of his lips tugged upwards. " But with me instead."

Everything went silent for a moment, heck even the blasting music from the club seemed too blurry out of Thoma's senses for a few seconds, before returning. "Your family is still in our dept, no? Loyalty above all else as your father used to say. Consider this all part of the contract," Ayato did not bat an eye and motioned for the waitress standing at the door with a tux on to bring over his second order of boba. . . Venti size. " You can always refuse . . . And bring your father's head down with you too. Ungrateful and unroyal. I wouldn't mind."

Pale blue eyes followed Thoma's hands that hesitantly undid his pants with embarrassment and shame written all over his red face, gritted teeth, and knitted eyebrows. " My lord . . .is this necessary?" He asked while hinting at his irritation. " Why must I demonstrate what I did ?"

Letting his gaze linger over Thoma shamelessly, the young lord only smiled innocently, before stabbing his straw into the boba bottle. " I wanna know what'll make her tick . . . But also, is it wrong that I want to adore what is mine? Soon everything will be mine."

" Flawless as ever my lord~ " the waitress flattered him as he calmly looked back up at Thoma.

" What are you waiting for? If you're not going to strip I could lock you up in confinement, again." Ayato sighed, as the blond sat close to him on the floor, before running his hand under Thoma's shirt and sipping his boba with a bored expression. " Do amuse me . . . I really don't like the idea of you getting cuddly with my ex. So might as well ruin you before she does ~ She will eventually know whom you belong to. Every inch of you Thoma . . . "

A white-gloved hand ran over hot skin and pinched at the swollen bud hidden under the fabric, making the blond flinch.

Jaw clenched, Thoma tried not to twitch or move helplessly as Ayato tugged teasingly at the exposed skin. " My lord . . . Isn't this too much?" The words came out heavy and defensive, despite Thoma not daring to look him in the eye.

The room suddenly felt darker . . . Denser . . .thicker. Ayato's eyes glared at him like an approaching storm from within the shadows. " If you say so, you seem uncomfortable," the words dripped with poison, and Thoma feared his master would sink those fangs into him. " You may leave . . . Stop by the bar . . . Misaki will pay you generously."

Thoma knew. He knew. Everyone knew. He had made Ayato mad. . .he was bound to pay for it. His name was underlined with red on the young lord's list. A toy. A tool. A spy. He hated it. To be family-bound to serve such a person since his childhood. The young lord was not always like this . . . But he was not the person Thoma thought he was. Displeasing him was out of the question. Refusing him was a mistake. Not being his toy? That was a death wish. Ayato plastered on a calm smile, before turning back to his match of poker. His silent raged grip on the cards was bound to bend them. Thoma did not want to guess what was going on in his head and swallowed his rising fear. He must not show how he feels. He must not react too much. He must not refuse his master. Thoma knew well he had broken the last rule he had created for himself.

Just as he took a bow and was about to leave, he heard Ayato lick his tongue in displeasure, "No kiss?"

He could feel all the eyes in the room staring at him as if he were a prize. . . A prey. A target. If he fell out of Ayato's favor he would be punished and replaced. Some may think that's a good thing . . .to be free, but what good is freedom if you are broken in the end? If you were tossed into the den of snakes.

He turned back, slowly, and sat back down as Ayato's eyes remained locked on the cards in his hands. "Thoma you know I'm doing this for your own good," if one did not know Ayato, one would think the gentleness and soft tone was nothing less than dreamy affection and care of a devoted life partner, but the wicked curl at the corner of Ayato's lips said more than enough.

Those cold eyes darted back to Thoma. " You're still here ?" His one hand yanked Thoma forward, causing the younger to crash into his chest. " Oh Thoma. . . Do you know you reek of her? Sweet, like sticky honey."

Thoma finally met his gaze and felt his whole being tumble and shiver. " I'll take a shower. . . " Lips were against his within a second, before he could even finish speaking.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It was raw, rough, and hungry. Sucking the life out of his legs and leaving him shivering as a hand grasped at his waist; the other clutched the back of his head, tugging at his hair and holding him in place.

He was going to devour him. " Ma-MFMm!" He fell back trapped between Ayato and the floor even with everyone in the room watching with keen interest.

Somehow, sometime, Thoma's pants were flung over the obsidian floor, and all eyes were on him. He inched away just as Ayato traced the red band of his boxers. " Ah right right," a chuckle rumbled through Ayato's chest as he reached out, pulling the blonde fully next to him, shoulder to shoulder, lips swollen and chest bare. " Everyone please do give us some privacy."

Itto pouted, glancing down at his cards, before surrendering and smacking them on the small table, a royal flush. The lady waitress smirked as she followed after the bodyguard, shooting Thoma a gleeful look, before shutting the doors. " Where were we?" Thoma did not move or reply to Ayato's question.

He knew what was coming. It was the usual. " Thoma?" The blonde stiffened. " Take off everything if you'd please ."

" Master Ayato . . ."

" It wasn't a request, " the warmth and friendliness vanished instantly from Ayato's voice.

He knew. He knew it was not. It was never a matter of choice. So he did what was told, standing up, he began peeling off his unbuttoned shirt and discarding the red underwear that had shielded his lower half.

Ayato's eyes traced his skin, taking in everything as he sipped on the drink yet in his hand. Thoma made the mistake of shifting his gaze to the man, who only smiled and got up upon locking eyes. " Thoma you know how much of a precious flower you are to me, don't you? " Ayato whispered, hand now running down Thoma's thigh. " Beg me to put it in.".

The blonde swallowed, his mouth dry as he could not tear his eyes away from Ayato's. " Beg me Thoma . . ." But Thoma stood still, hands at his sides as his mind froze.

He wanted to get away. Ayato's eyes narrowed and his sensational caressing shifted to him grabbing Thoma's wrist a little too firmly. "Did you not hear me, Thoma?" This time Ayato did not wait for a reply and his expression instantly went back to that of a bored one. " How disappointing Thoma. . . "

Thoma swallowed as Ayato's hand left his hair. " Master Ayato forgive me . . ." He pleaded as the other taller man began pulling him across the room and to another connected bathroom separated with a small corridor.

The was no door or windows, only a bathtub, a sink, and a small cabinet all made of black marble and gold. It was indeed glamour worth millions of mora. Thoma flinched at the sight of the place, but Ayato's grip tightened at his wrist, bruising him ."Don't worry Thoma," Ayato caressed his cheek. " I'll make sure you remember whom you are, what you are, and where you belong."

***

Thoma stumbled out of the room, a purple necklace adorned over once flawless skin and water drenching his battered body as he tried to buckle up all the buttons of his shirt. His pants hung low, legs ached and he prayed that whatever was running down his shaky legs was not blood. His suit no longer felt like a suit. He had lost his jacket somewhere between stripping and drowning. The small puncture at his wrist was bandaged neatly with a band-aid, which did little to fix the real damage his insides and his mental state had taken in the past hour and half. A bitter aftertaste remained at the back of his battered throat. His jaw ached, but not as much as the pain his dick was suffering from; the rod there was proving to be hell to move around with. " Thoma! My man! " Beidou jumped out of her DJ booth and ran at Thoma who looked like a shriveled leaf. " You don't look so good. Is Ayato mad at you? Care to have a cup of sake with me? You know, ignore the bad shit and live it up!"

She hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him down to her height. " Captain Beidou here to take your worries away! What do ya say ?" The wide grin on her face didn't waver as she motioned to the waiter to come and serve them a gourd of sake.

"M-miss Beidou we both know my tolerance is quite low. . ." He groaned, realizing how dry his mouth really was, but alas she was having none of his excuses.

"Come on now Thoma ~ you need to loosen up a little ~ you're always so stressed !" She ruffled his hair. " Now come! Just have one drink with me! It's on me!"

He really was more loosened up than he had wished, and the good stuff was already doing alot of things to his body in ways he had not desired to feel at all, but his mind formed no excuse whatsoever. He was soon dragged to the bar, squeezed into one of the stalls, among sweaty bodies, half awake . Only aware of his mushed insides pulsing against each other at the feeling of emptiness in his gut. Beg me. He indeed was left begging. Begging to have more. The alcohol did so little to ease the need brewing inside him.