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works/9091024.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      No._6_(Anime_&_Manga)
  Relationship:
      Nezumi/Shion_(No._6), Nezumi/No._6_Official
  Character:
      Nezumi_(No._6), Shion_(No._6), Inukashi_(No._6), Rikiga_(No._6),
      Sanitation_Bureau_Official
  Additional Tags:
      not_really_rape_but_more_like, Dubious_Consent, Extremely_Dubious
      Consent, Prostitution, Underage_Prostitution, extreme_nezumi_angst,
      Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-28 Words: 2473
****** Deserve ******
by surrealmeme
Summary
     “Dogkeeper, today must be your lucky day – he can have me instead,”
     Nezumi announced as he opened the door.
     “Wait – Nezumi!” Shion cried as he followed Nezumi out of Rikiga’s
     home. “Please tell me I’m wrong! You can’t possibly be –”
     “You’re not wrong,” Nezumi said monotonously. “He prefers boys, so
     I’m selling myself to him, rather than Dogkeeper. Besides, my
     performance’ll be better than hers, and it’s nothing new, as Rikiga
     said the other day,” Nezumi finished, his voice now more matter-of-
     fact than monotonous.
     “But –”
     “No, Shion. It’s better this way.”
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
            “Now, this is the plan,” Nezumi said. “Rikiga-san, there’s a high
ranking official due to have one of your girls next week, right? The day before
the Holy Day?”
            Rikiga nodded.
            “Good,” Nezumi said. “Look through his record – I know you sell
boys too, Rikiga-san. Has he had any?”
            Rikiga crossed the room to rifle through his file cabinet, Nezumi
kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, and Dogkeeper petted a large husky.
But still, all three kept kept their eyes trained on Shion, watching for his
reaction to Nezumi’s words, which were heavy with implication.
            Man, he really is a huge airhead, Dogkeeper thought, mentally
sighing – Shion had made no response.
            “Here, Eve,” Rikiga said, handing the thick file folder to Nezumi.
It was heavy for a folder and contained some papers fraying, curled, and yellow
at the edges; “He’s a regular customer indeed,” Nezumi remarked and started
flipping through the papers; soon, he snorted and closed the folder.
            “Well,” he said. “You’ve made quite the fortune off of him, Rikiga-
san.”
            Dogkeeper motioned for the folder; Nezumi lightly tossed it onto
her lap. As Dogkeeper looked through its contents, much more carefully than
Nezumi had, a look of relief entered her eyes, which grew stronger when Nezumi
nonverbally confirmed something with her. Nezumi stood, shrugging his jacket
into a more comfortable position as he got ready to leave.
            “So, Eve?” Rikiga prompted.
            Nezumi rolled his eyes. “Must you really ask? Can’t you figure it
out?”
            Rikiga jerked his head towards Shion.
            “Fine,” Nezumi said. “Dogkeeper, today must be your lucky day – he
can have me instead,” Nezumi announced as he opened the door.
            “Wait – Nezumi!” Shion cried as he followed Nezumi out of Rikiga’s
home. “Please tell me I’m wrong! You can’t possibly be –”
            “You’re not wrong,” Nezumi said monotonously. “He prefers boys, so
I’m selling myself to him, rather than Dogkeeper. Besides, my performance’ll be
better than hers, and it’s nothing new, as Rikiga said the other day,” Nezumi
finished, his voice now more matter-of-fact than monotonous.
            “But –”
            “No, Shion. It’s better this way.”
                                      +++
            It was the day before the Holy Day, and a high ranking No. 6
official had snuck into West Block. He and Rikiga entered the latter’s “spare
room,” which was sparsely furnished with a desk and large bed. The official
paid Rikiga a handful of golden coins; Rikiga left the room and the official
approached the silent figure sitting on the bed, body and face obscured. The
official sat next to that figure, the bed creaking under his weight. He removed
the part of the blanket that had been draped over the figure’s head, stroking
the figure’s hair and face as he dragged the fabric away, revealing the pretty,
delicate face of Eve.
            “What’s your name, girlie?” the official quietly asked as his hand
crept up the inside of Eve’s right thigh. He found the straps of the black
garter belt attached to Eve’s sheer black stockings; the official slipped two
fingers under one of the straps, pulled it up, and snapped it back onto Eve’s
creamy white skin, making a sharp noise that split through the room’s silence.
The official then moved to the left, his fingers approaching the edge of the
mesh panties; when he fondled Eve, the official was surprised to find not bumps
and ridges, but a single bulge instead.
            “Oh?” the official said, pulling the rest of the blanket off Eve’s
body to reveal a flat white chest. “What a pleasant surprise. Well the, what’s
your name, pretty boy?”
            Eve did not answer.
           “Don’t want to tell me? No matter – I’m sure you won’t mind if I
call you my slut then, no?” the official said, a hand caressing and squeezing
between Eve’s tense legs. As much as Eve tried to control his body, he couldn’t
help his sudden gasp or the heat beginning to shoot to his groin.
            “You like that, slut?” the official said, his hand moving faster.
“Why don’t you tell me, instead of hiding that pretty voice of yours.”
            “Mmm… It’s so good,” Eve moaned. “Ahh!”
            Eve’s face was flushed, his eyes lidded and his mouth slightly
open. The official lunged forward and claimed it, crashing against Eve’s
glossed lips and shoving his tongue inside Eve’s mouth.
            “Mmph!”
            When the official finally came up for air, he lustfully gazed at
Eve’s body, from his luscious, flowing raven hair, angular face, long, thin
neck, toned but almost scrawny torso, accentuated hips, hot, pulsing erection,
smooth, strong legs, ending with stockinged feet. The official stared for an
extremely long time, the longest that Eve could remember. Finally, the official
spoke, grabbing the tip of Eve’s chin.
            “I hear you’re an actor, pretty boy. It seems you can dance too –
so why don’t you dance for me.” The official’s hands grasped Eve’s hips, and he
sleazily motioned to his lap. Eve sexily climbed into the official’s lap,
leaning close to him. Then, to music only he could hear, Eve began lap dancing,
spreading his legs and gyrating his hips, firmly rubbing his ass on the
official’s dick. Eve put his arms in the air, twined them around each other,
then toyed with and mussed his hair. Eve’s hands then moved to the official,
fingers ghosting over his neck; his forearms rested on the official’s shoulders
and Eve leaned forward until their lips were a hair’s width apart. Eve then
pulled away, his hands now seductively trailing down his face and neck, down
his chest to his hips.
            The official, fully hard, removed Eve from his lap and pushed him
down onto the floor. Spreading his legs apart, the official undid his belt,
pants button, and fly. He motioned for Eve to carry out the rest of the act;
Eve pulled down the expensive fabric, fingers brushing against the official’s
fatty thighs, well fed by the splendor and decadence of No. 6. Eve cupped the
official’s erection and pulled his underwear down, revealing it. Leaning
forward, Eve intended to tease before truly taking the official in his mouth –
but that official had other plans. He sharply pulled on a large section of
Eve’s hair, causing him to gasp in surprise and pain. Taking advantage of his
open mouth, the official shoved at least half of his penis in Eve’s mouth; the
teenager coughed and spluttered. Still, Eve skillfully licked and sucked,
getting used to the official’s presence. No. 6, which had handed everything to
the official on a silver platter, made him impatient, despite Eve’s talented
tongue’s ministrations. The official pushed his full length into Eve’s mouth
and throat, shallowly thrusting as well.
            Damned vanity and greed, Eve bitterly thought. No one’s dick is
this big; the fucker got it surgically augmented.
            But regardless of how it had gotten to such a size, a dick like
that was bound to make Eve cough and choke on it. Eve tried to back away and
move off of the official, but he was held still and pulled forward by the
official, who still hadn’t relinquished his grip on Eve’s hair.
            “This isn’t a problem for a slut like you, right?” the official
taunted.
            The plan, Eve told himself as he repressed his gag reflex. He needs
to cum in my mouth, so I can transfer the pill along with the cum when I kiss
him. Fuck his reaction; he’ll have my knife to his throat before he can even
move to touch me again with his disgusting hands.
            Eve kept thinking this as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked so that
he could bring the official to orgasm as soon as possible. And yet, his mind
strayed:
            I feel so filthy, Eve thought, to his surprise – he had never cared
when he had allowed the use of his body before. So why now?
            The official shuddered and gasped; he was close.
            It’s because of Shion, Eve realized. Even though we agreed on it, I
feel as though I’m betraying him. And how can I kiss his soft, innocent lips
with my own, that has been everywhere; has had everything between them?
           Another shudder went through the official’s body. It’s almost over,
Eve thought. Then his heart both soared and sank when he saw a blur of white
cutting through the air.
            Shion had jumped from the tiny alcove he and Dogkeeper were
watching from, and landed right next to Eve. He applied precise strength to a
pressure point on the official, releasing his grip on Eve’s hair. Knocked away
with a well-aimed and strong blow to the chest, the official was no longer an
issue – Dogkeeper had also dropped down and had now bound him. She also shoved
the backup pill down the official’s throat – it was activated by any liquid
that wasn’t saliva, so ten minutes after it hit the official’s stomach it would
be effective.
            Shion was now protectively and possessively embracing Eve – no, he
was Nezumi now – who was surprised and protesting.
            “Shion, you knew the plan! I was almost done, couldn’t you see?”
            Shion nodded. “Of course I could, Nezumi, I could see it all too
well! I could see how he pulled on your hair and how it hurt you. I could see
the pleasure he took in calling you such terrible things and when he saw and
heard you choke.”
            Nezumi even appeared touched for a moment, before he said, in a
rough voice, “Thanks Shion, but I don’t need your protection. I’ve been living
in West Block for years; I know how these things go and I can take care of
myself.”
            The nonchalant, dismissive tone in which spoke, clearly designed to
mask his true feelings of fear, humiliation, and guilt, was what did it for
Shion.
            “I know you can take care of yourself, Nezumi! I just want to take
care of you, for once! And call me selfish, but I don’t want anyone that’s not
me to have you, kiss you, or touch you!” Shion exploded, red eyes fixed on
Nezumi’s clouded grey ones.
            Nezumi was taken aback. He had no idea that Shion cared for and
loved him that much; that Shion loved Nezumi as much as Nezumi loved Shion.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said, walking away to change into his normal clothes.
Although the large blanket Shion had wrapped around him covered his entire
body, much unlike the set of tiny lingerie, Nezumi felt a thousand times more
naked, exposed, and ashamed than when he had offered himself to the official.
            When Nezumi returned, the cool, unaffected, on-top-of-it-all
persona was back, along with the knife in his hand. It was Nezumi, with all of
his power, that held that blade to the official’s throat and interrogated and
tortured every last piece of information out of him. He tossed a piece of paper
with the next phases of the plan written on it to Rikiga and Dogkeeper then
swooped out of the room with Shion trailing behind him. As the two walked back
to Nezumi’s room, everything was normal.
            As soon as the door closed, Nezumi slumped down the floor and
cried.
            “I’m so, so sorry!”he sobbed as Shion held him. “I should have
listened to you when you suggested that alternative – I made you so upset,
Shion.”
            And I ruined myself,Nezumi mentally added. I feel so, so violated,
humiliated, andweak. I let him take all of my power.
            “It’s alright, Nezumi,” Shion comforted. “It wasn’t right for me to
have lost control then; it jeopardized the success of the plan.”
            After a beat of silence, Shion added, “it jeopardized your safety,
too. He was suspicious from the beginning, and what if he had a blade with him?
He could have stabbed you, Nezumi, and it would have been my fault,” Shion
finished, his voice weakening.
            “Thank you,” Nezumi quietly said. “I know I’m the one who created
the plan, I kept telling myself that, but…” Nezumi trailed off. “I think that
if he really came in – in my mouth, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
Thank you for stopping that, Shion.”
            “Of course, Nezumi,” Shion said. “You don’t need to thank me for
that.”
            Shion was surprised that Nezumi had said this much, but he could
tell that there was something left, something that threatened to make Nezumi’s
tears spill over again. Shion hugged Nezumi tighter and closer, and kissed him,
soft, light, and chaste.
            “N – Nezumi? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Shion
worriedly asked. Nezumi had broken into tears again, as Shion had feared.
            “Shh, it’s alright, Nezumi,” Shion tried his best to comfort the
broken, crying man in his arms. “I love you so much, Nezumi. I promise, if you
want to tell me, I’ll do everything I can for you.”
            “You deserve so much more than me, Shion!”
            No, no, no – Nezumi, please don’t think like that, you’re more than
I could ever ask for, more than I ever dreamed!Shion exclaimed in his mind, but
kept silent, knowing Nezumi would continue.
            “You’re so generous, caring, and kind; you don’t belong in a place
like West Block. If I hadn’t taken advantage of that window that day, you would
still be happily living in Chronos with your mother, even though you would be
in No. 6. Shion, you deserve someone complete and kind like you – I’m broken
into pieces and push you away. Shion, I’ve had sex with more people than I can
even remember, in so many different ways, and I had never felt anything about
any of them. I thought I simply didn’t care and would never find something to
love – and now I love you more than I thought it was possible for humans to
love. And I want to stay with you – but Shion, I could never make you spend
your life like this! You deserve so much better; you deserve to do great
things, and you’ll never be able to do that now, and it’s all because of me.
I’m so sorry that I love you, Shion.”
            Shion’s heart shattered, and Nezumi began to move away, but Shion,
feeling both of their tears, pulled Nezumi back.
            “No,” he said. “Don’t ever be sorry for loving me! It’s the best
thing that’s ever happened to me. And this life here in West Block means
somethingand is more fulfilling than any job as a scientist in No. 6 could ever
have been. I love you, Nezumi. You deserve to be happy, Nezumi, please,” Shion
said in a heartfelt burst. “Please, Nezumi, love yourself as much as I love
you.”
            Nezumi dried his tears and gave Shion a small, shaky, determined
smile. “Thank you, Shion. I promise that I will, that I’ll get there someday
and be able to show you, Shion, whom I love beyond any words.”
End Notes
     ugh, Nezumi feels ooc at the end, but this needed to be written, and
     he definitely would feel something like this -- but would he really
     say it all?? who knows? not me
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