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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder_-_All_Media_Types, DRAMAtical_Murder_(Visual_Novel)
  Relationship:
      Seragaki_Aoba/Trip/Virus
  Character:
      Seragaki_Aoba, Virus_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Trip_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Timelines, orphan_Aoba, a_lot_of_depraved_stuff, Child_Abuse,
      child_molestation, Underage_Drinking, Drugs, Anal, Blowjobs, most_sexual
      acts
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-19 Updated: 2017-10-28 Chapters: 6/? Words: 13606
****** My Blue Heaven (REWRITE) ******
by Sly_Oren
Summary
     When Aoba runs away from his abusive foster home, who will be his
     saviors when he's close to dying of hunger and cold? More
     importantly, will they be any better than what he had escaped from?
Notes
     I had posted this fic a couple years ago and decided to delete it due
     to some negative feedback from a couple people. But I had also gotten
     a ton of people asking for it back. So I tweaked some thins and now
     am ready to repost!
***** Chapter 1 *****
So this is what hell was like...
Aoba shivered violently as he tried to stay warm with the clothes he had
covering him. It was barely anything to be proud of, a pair of jeans, a tee
shirt, and a jacket that didn’t even keep out the cold. They were currently the
only things on him. And the only things he actually owned.
He was so tired but the numbing 5am cold kept him awake, his joints screaming
in pain as they seemed to be stuck in whatever position Aoba had put them in
when he curled up in the back of the dingy alley.
It had been almost two days since he had eaten but the stomach pangs were long
gone by that point, replaced with a weakness that was just so overpowering, he
could hardly walk, let alone stand.
But he still stuck by his decision. Even getting frostbite and going hungry was
better than the shithole he had come from. It wasn’t like they wanted him
anyway; they were just greedy assholes looking for a fucking check every month.
He knew the area pretty well so running away wasn’t even a thing and he quickly
let himself get lost in the shadows of the city, dodging the attention of most
people around him as he slipped through crowded sidewalks.
He knew he had nothing when he left and he knew it would be hard to survive by
himself but there was no way he would survive if he had stayed. The beatings
were getting more and more violent as the weeks passed, the last grandstand
being so incredibly severe, he had been unconscious for two days afterward. The
date on the alarm in his room letting him in on that little fact. He was
honestly surprised he lived that long without any medical attention.
Aoba was forced out of his thoughts when footsteps drew closer to the alley
that he was curled up in. He didn’t really pay much attention to it though as
he tried to ignore the chill running through his body as he closed his eyes.
The footsteps came closer and eventually the fifteen year old orphan could hear
them enter the mouth of the alley, stepping closer to where he was.
He had no energy to defend himself and he knew that if this was going to go in
a bad direction, he would probably die… Although at that point he really
couldn’t care less.
“Hey kid… you alive?”
The words spoken to him were almost unrecognizable in his hazy state, his eyes
opening to try and focus on the direction the voice was coming from. “Fuck
off…”
Instead of listening to the fifteen year old kid, the person moved forward
still until their feet were right in front of him. “You want some money?”
Aoba’s ears perked up at that question even though he knew nothing good would
come out of it. He knew the guy wasn’t just going to give him money. He may be
young but he knew a thing or two about life on the street.
“What do you want?” He muttered, his voice hoarse from lack of water and the
dry winter air around him. He tried to muster up the strength to at least sit
up and luckily was able to do that much.
“Wow, you’re a smart kid. I’ll give you a hundred for a blowjob.”
The blue haired teen leaned up against the wall for support as he stared up at
the man looming over him in his seated position. From what he could see the guy
wasn’t bad looking. Even if the guy had been ugly as fuck he’d probably still
have done it though. “Three hundred…”
“Fuck that shit, I doubt your mouth is worth three hundred kid.”
“It is… Sorry I don’t have a resume or anything.” Aoba was honestly surprised
that he was coherent enough to actually hold a conversation but this was some
good money on the line. He could finally have some food and maybe rent a room
for the night somewhere.
The man squatted down so he was at eye level with the younger teen, his
handsome features marred by scars of what obviously had been rough life. “Two
hundred.”
Okay, that wasn’t bad. “Fine. Give me the money first.”
“Fuck you kid, I’m not giving you shit until I get what I’m paying for.” The
older man stood up again and Aoba heard the distinct clanking of the man’s belt
as he undid it.
“Just so you know, I’m practically dying of starvation and cold right now. I
can’t stand or walk on my own, I won’t be going anywhere.”
Aoba’s words made the man’s hands falter in his actions. He looked down at the
blue haired kid and sighed in frustration before reaching into his pocket and
pulling out a wad of bills. “Here…”
Shaking fingers grasped the bills from the man in front of him and pocketed
them before facing forward once more, his hands moving to take over where the
older man had left off before paying him.
He got them undone quickly and pulled the man’s pants and underwear down, his
hands moving to grip the slim hips in front of him, feeling the stranger jolt
slightly at his cold fingers.
He took the semi erect cock into his mouth, working the length quickly to full
hardness, not really focusing on what he was doing and just let his brain shut
off for the time being.
His tongue moved along the underside, teasing the tip as he pulled almost all
the way off, his teeth grazing slightly over the sensitive head.
“Fuck…”
Aoba could hear the man’s moans and panting above him but he didn’t pay
attention as he continued to bob his head up and down, keeping a slow pace so
the other could feel every inch of his mouth and tongue properly as he took the
hard dick all the way down his throat, swallowing around the head before
pulling off all the way.
“Holy shit, your mouth is fucking amazing.”
Aoba felt hands in his hair and he ignored the intense pain that shot down his
spine as he continued, letting the man practically fuck his mouth, his lips
sucking at the man’s dick as it moved in and out of his mouth at a rapid pace.
By the time he tasted cum, his entire body was wracked with pain as the man
continued to grip his hair, not letting up as he moaned his completion into the
teen’s mouth.
Aoba breathed harshly, trying to take the pain but it was proving to be
difficult and he tried to move his head away. “Let go of my hair shithead..”
“Damn, so rude…” The man did let go though before fastening his pants and his
belt, pulling out another bill from his pocket. “Here… that was definitely
worth three hundred kid.”
Aoba blinked up at the offered money for a moment before reaching out to take
it and pocketed it along with the rest.
“Told you…” He smirked and tilted his head to the side a bit, trying his best
to look cute. “You think you could help me up?”
He felt a hand under his arms as the man kneeled down again to pull him to his
feet and he leaned against the wall heavily as his knees threatened to buckle.
He breathed heavily as he began to take labored steps toward the mouth of the
alley, every movement sending pain radiating through him.
“Hey kid… you gonna be okay?”
“Don’t fucking pretend you care. I just let you fuck my face for money; you got
what you wanted…” Aoba didn’t look at the man as he spoke, turning the corner
and heading down the street still clinging to the wall.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks so much for the couple comments I got on the first chapter you
     guys are amazing :)
Aoba wasn’t surprised that he was good at what he did. He wasn’t a virgin by
any means and what better way to make money than to use skills he already
possessed?
Since he didn’t have a permanent place to live, nor was he old enough to
actually work anywhere legally; being a whore was really all he could have
done.
He spent a month in the hotel he had found that night when he had given his
first blowjob in exchange for money and not only did he have a warm place to
sleep that night, he also had enough leftover to buy him some food as well. He
knew he couldn’t eat too much at once, no matter how hungry he was. It would
just be a waste when he was puking it back up again. So he went slowly. Eating
only crackers as his first meal in two days and downing a bottle of water in
what seemed like seconds.
After that first night he took to recover a bit, he finally began to regain
some of his strength, able to at least walk across the room without feeling
exhausted. But he was quickly running out of money from paying to stay in the
hotel each night and he would soon find himself back where he started if he
didn’t do something about it soon.
Which is how he found himself going out every night, looking for another
opportunity to make some money. The people in the Old Resident District were
all sick, most of the men he had come across had no issues with soliciting a
fifteen year old boy. They knew how old he was, even if he didn’t outright tell
them. His appearance was enough to tell them as much.
He mostly stuck to blowjobs even though he knew he could get better money for
going further than that. He wasn’t quite sure why he hesitated with sex. Even
though he didn’t outwardly recognize it, maybe he felt scared. Having someone
you know fuck you wasn’t even a thing to be worried about but a random stranger
was a different story. Although he wasn’t sure why he thought that way, giving
a stranger a blowjob was just as dangerous…
That was why a month later he found himself looking for better money. He had
gone out that night with his backpack that he had recently purchased, full of
new clothing and some food to find a different hotel. He needed to find a new
area. Being in one place for an entire month was getting boring and he always
saw the same people, no new interest seeming to be coming his way.
He didn’t go too far, just over to the North District, finding a fairly nice-
ish hotel and paying for a week. No one questioned him, as long as he had money
to pay they saw no reason to say anything.
Once he had gotten up to his room, he dumped his bag onto the bed and pulled
out some new clothes to wear once he had taken a shower. He had been checking
the news on occasion to see if his foster parents had reported him missing but
he suspected they wouldn’t even bother. It wasn’t as if CPS checked on him
anyway. Even if they had, they probably wouldn’t have done anything about what
was going on in the house. No one gave a shit.
After showering, he carefully brushed out his hair and let it air dry as he
pulled on some ripped up jeans along with a tight black short sleeve shirt.
He’d have to wear a jacket since it was still pretty cold outside but luckily
it had started to warm up as Winter was finally ending.
He didn’t bother eating anything, figuring he’d take care of that afterward as
he brushed his teeth and left the hotel room, key safely in his back pocket.
It didn’t take him long to find someone. It was a middle aged man this time and
the smell the man gave off almost made him vomit as he sucked the guy off. He
pulled off just as the man came, not wanting it in his mouth as he felt the
warm liquid hit his face.
After cleaning up, Aoba said nothing as the man paid him and he was on his way
to find another customer.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It was late when the blue haired teen decided to head back to the hotel, his
head throbbing as he made his way down the street. He hadn’t done anything
further than blowjobs again that night and he felt slightly disappointed in
himself.
He stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. It sounded like two people so he
ignored them and continued on his way. But the sound of the footsteps never got
any further away and he finally turned to look behind him.
It was honestly a bit strange and Aoba wasn’t sure what to think of them. They
were both blond and they both looked very similar but they obviously weren’t
twins… One was definitely taller and broader than the other and the shorter one
wore glasses and was definitely more petite.
“Why are you following me?” He wasn’t sure why he was even talking to them at
all, but something compelled him to find out what these two wanted. The air
about them was almost suffocating and it somehow excited him.
The one with glasses stepped forward a bit, his smile a bit eerie and didn’t
quite reach his eyes. “I apologize, we didn’t mean to bother you but… we
couldn’t help but notice you walking all by yourself. It’s very late for
someone your age to be out wandering all alone.”
Aoba glared at the shorter of the two blondes. Who the fuck did he think he
was? “You don’t even fucking know me, why should I even give a shit what you
think?”
“Wow… what a mouth.” It was the taller of the two that spoke that time, his own
smile full of perverse amusement.
“Please, don’t get me wrong, I do know why you’re out so late. Perhaps you’d
like a place to stay for the night?” The blond with glasses started moving
forward, his footsteps light on the ground as he approached Aoba, his blonde
counterpart following a bit behind. “You’re name is Seragaki Aoba, correct?”
The young teen felt his stomach drop and he immediately took off, his feet
running as fast as they could carry him. They had to be the police or
something, or maybe they were CPS… Shit, they did report him missing..
He wasn’t sure what had happened but the next thing he knew, he was on the
ground, pain radiating through his body as the pavement tore up his clothing as
he slid a bit after his initial fall. He felt weight on top of him as well and
he turned to look at what it was.
“Trip, I don’t think it was necessary to tackle him like that.”
Aoba could faintly hear the voice as it approached. The taller of the two
blondes, he supposed was named ‘Trip’ was currently on top of him, holding him
down and effectively keeping him immobile.
“How else was I supposed to catch him then? I didn’t see you running after
him.”
The one with the glasses sighed and kneeled down in front of the struggling
teenager. “Aoba-san, please calm down, we’re not going to take you back to your
foster parents, nor are we going to turn you in to CPS. We’re merely here to
give you what you need.”
Those words made Aoba stop struggling for a moment, his eyes looked into the
older man’s next to him. It was then that he noticed the color of those eyes;
icy blue… how unusual. They didn’t seem real to him. “What do you mean?”
“You need money, a place to sleep, food… yes?”
The teen nodded slowly as Trip moved off of him, allowing him to sit up as he
continued to look at the one with the glasses. He had yet to learn his name but
he really didn’t care all that much.
“We can give you those things. Of course not for free but….”
“Fuck you, I’m not going to be your personal whore…”
“You should really listen to everything VIrus has to say… maybe it’s something
you’ll actually want.” Trip smirked as he leaned against the wall casually like
he hadn’t just took a flying leap to tackle and pin down a fifteen year old
boy.
Virus… who the hell were these people? “How do you know my name?”
“Well…” Virus opened up a file from his coil and scrolled down it until he
found what he was looking for. “According to our records, you signed up with
interest in Rhyme, is that correct?”
Rhyme? What the hell did Rhyme have to do with anything? It wasn’t even out
yet. “Yeah, so what?”
“That’s how we know you’re name obviously, we have the list of all the people
who signed up. Frankly you were very difficult to track down Aoba-san.” The
blond with the glasses smiled and stood up again, moving over to where Trip
stood. “But that doesn’t really have much to do with why we’re here tonight.
You are offering a service and we would like to buy…”
Aoba stood up as well, his body still in some pain from the fall he had taken
but nothing he couldn’t handle. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. How did they
even know where he was? “What do you want?”
“We want you for a week… how much would that be?”
A week? They wanted to buy him for a week? Aoba just stood there, almost
feeling numb as he tried to rationalize what these two were even doing. Were
they trying to kidnap him? What would be the point? No, that couldn’t have been
it, they wouldn’t offer to pay him if that were the case. Trip had shown how
strong and fast he was, he could have easily subdued Aoba and taken him with no
issue at all.
Even though he knew he should get the hell away from these two psychos, he
still had that morbid fascination. “...I don’t know how much.”
“How about this… We will pay you the difference for how much longer you would
be staying at this hotel, and then another thousand on top of that.”
Aoba wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing but a thousand dollars was a shit
load of money to someone like him. There was no way he could pass up this
opportunity.
All he did was nod in answer and Virus’s smile became even bigger as he stepped
toward Aoba, taking the teen’s chin in his hand and planting a soft kiss to the
pale, smooth cheek. “Very good… shall we go then?”
Trip pushed himself off of the wall and approached the teen as well, wrapping
an arm around the blue haired boy’s waist. “Come on, can’t we try out our
merchandise first?”
“I’m sure Aoba-san is too tired tonight. We can have plenty of fun with him
tomorrow.” Virus brushed his fingertips over the cheek he had just kissed
before pulling away, taking the teen’s hand and pulling him gently back the way
they had come.
 
Aoba just followed, noticing they were taking him back to his hotel, most
likely for his stuff. The two blondes waited in the lobby and once the teen had
come back down with his backpack and meager belongings they were back outside,
making their way to… Aoba had no idea.
They eventually approached a black car which the three got into, Virus at the
wheel and Trip in the passenger seat next to him. Aoba sat in the backseat, his
mind on overdrive as he tried to process what was even happening. He didn’t
even have a clue as to where these people were taking him. He could be killed
for all he knew.
“Where are we going?” He finally had the courage to speak. Being in the car was
strange to him, no one really drove in the Old Resident District so the fact
that they were driving now was a bit unusual.
Trip turned to look back at the teen, a knowing smirk fixed on his face as he
met Aoba’s eyes.
“Platinum Jail…”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Aaaah you guys are so amazing!!! I'm so happy this rewrite is getting
     well received! Please check out my other stories if you haven't
     already! I have tons of DMMD fics XD
Platinum Jail was just as unnecessarily extravagant as Aoba had seen it
advertised on TV. He still wasn’t sure what the purpose of such a place was, it
seemed so pretentious.
The blue haired boy looked out the window as the car rolled smoothly down the
reflective streets… What a stupid concept. What was the street even made out
of?
“Is this where you live?” he asked the two men in the front of the car. They
hadn’t said anything to him since they entered the enclosed city. He still
wasn’t sure what the two had planned for him but for what they were willing to
pay, he would do almost anything they asked.
“We have an apartment here but we also have one on Aoyagi street. Our jobs
require us to be in the Old Resident District more often than not.” Virus spoke
as he kept his icy blue eyes on the road in front of him, eventually pulling
into a parking garage that belonged to an extravagant high rise apartment
building. “We won’t be here for long, just a couple days at most.”
Aoba shrugged nonchalantly, not really caring where they were. “It doesn’t
matter, I’m not attached to the Old Resident District or anything... “
“Well that’s good, that place is shit anyway.” Trip unbuckled his seatbelt as
soon as the car had stopped and turned to face the little blue haired teen.
“Plus, there are a lot of fun things to do here….”
Once they were all out of the car, the two blondes led the younger teen up an
elevator to one of the higher floors of the building. The elevator was huge and
even had a small cushioned bench that someone could sit on if they wanted to.
Why the fuck would they want to do that? It was an elevator…
The apartment was just as over the top extravagant as the rest of Platinum
Jail. Aoba wasn’t sure why but each new thing he saw of the elite indoor city,
the more he was put off by it. At least they’d only be there for a couple days.
After quickly looking around at the white walls and almost sterile looking
living room with it’s grey furniture and spotless decor, Aoba turned to look at
the two who were busy checking their Coils for messages and whatnot.
“So, how’s this payment thing going to work?” He wasn’t sure which of the two
was going to answer him but by now he figured it would probably be Virus. The
smaller of the two blonde’s seemed a lot more in control of things than Trip
did.
“That’s part of the reason we’re here.” Virus set down with a glass of
something he had poured himself upon entering the kitchen a few moments before.
Aoba suspected it was some type of alcohol judging from the amber color. “The
kind of money we’ll be paying you is unavailable to get our hands on in the Old
Resident District. as our assets are here.”
“It’s a pain in the ass really… I’d honestly prefer just staying here all the
time.” Trip moved over to Aoba and lightly touched the younger teen’s lower
back, running his fingertips across the boy’s tee shirt. “Although now that
you’re with us, going into the Old Resident district may not be so boring…”
Aoba couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable under Trip’s intense stare and
his touch, as gentle as it was, seemed almost predatory; as if he was daring
Aoba to do something.
Virus chuckled slightly at his partner’s eagerness. He couldn't blame Trip;
Aoba was incredibly cute, not to mention could be used in any way they wanted,
and not just for sexual exploits…
“Ultimately, you can choose how you want to be paid. We can pay you now if
you’d prefer?” Virus smiled sweetly as he approached the smaller teen as well,
his fingers brushing against Aoba’s cheek. “Either way, I know our money will
be well spent.”
 
Not one to give in so easily to anything, Aoba moved away from the two harshly,
his expression set in a glare. “And what if I just run off with the money?”
Trip snorted at that, blatant amusement written all over his face. “You can
try…”
Aoba felt his stomach clench as he felt defiance well up in him. Those orders
never failed to stir up his desire to do just what someone told him he
couldn’t. He felt Virus step closer to him once more, the man’s body heat
almost unnaturally warm as he was mere inches away.
“By all means, Aoba-san, you are more than welcome to leave whenever you like.
Although you will eventually give us what you owe. But I can tell you now, it
will be a lot easier on you if you just stay with us for the time you agreed.
It doesn’t matter where you try to go, we’ll be able to find you.” The blond
lifted Aoba’s chin with his fingertips, his eyes locking with the younger
teen’s, almost seeming to penetrate his very being and it made the smaller boy
shiver slightly.
Not letting his initial apprehension show on his face, Aoba continued to glare
and pulled back from the blonde’s touch, his body tensing in defensiveness.
“Don’t think I can’t fucking disappear if I want to.”
“As I said, we won’t stop you from leaving. Just know that if we pay you now,
you’ll give us what you owe in one form or another.” Virus didn’t approach
again, respecting Aoba’s personal space for the time being. “Perhaps we can
discuss this tomorrow. I’m sure you’re tired Aoba-san….”
Aoba glanced over quickly to Trip, the taller of the two blondes wasn’t too far
away, that predatory gleam still lingering in his intense blue eyes. Looking
back toward Virus, he remained guarded, his expression still defensive.
“Whatever,,,”
Virus just continued to smile as he directed Trip to show Aoba where he would
be sleeping for the night. The room was just as sterile looking as the rest of
the high rise; white and grey furnishings with a large floor to ceiling window
that faced the bright lights and eternal night life of Platinum Jail.
Moving over to the window once the taller blond had left him alone; Aoba
finally took some time to actually look at the indoor city. So far he wasn’t
that impressed. It seemed like a waste of money and such a shitty excuse to run
so many people out of their homes and jobs just to build such a superficial
place. What a fucked up world…
Aoba opened his backpack and pulled out some comfortable clothes to sleep in.
He still wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision to actually sell himself
for an entire week. Of course it was just as dangerous as what he did on a
regular basis but something about the two blondes seemed darker… they
definitely gave off a psychopathic vibe but the blue haired teen had no problem
risking it for what they said they would pay him. Plus, it wasn’t as if his
life was anything to live for anyway…
Turning off the lights, he got into the overly large bed, noticing how stiff
the mattress was and wondered vaguely who else had slept in the same bed he was
currently laying in… It unnerved him a bit.
He pulled up a screen on his Coil, the phone like device coming in handy more
so than he thought, especially when he was bored. He was surprised how
inexpensive they were and kicked himself when he had purchased it for not
getting one sooner. Even when he hadn’t been making that much in the beginning
he could have probably still been able to afford it.
It didn’t take him long to fall asleep; according to his Coil, it was around
7am. He was too exhausted to let his apprehension keep him up. He supposed the
only decent thing about Platinum jail was that it was constantly dark outside,
making it so much easier to sleep during the day.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Aoba wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep for but when he woke next, it was
obviously still dark outside. It took him a moment to register where he was,
the memories coming back to him after a few seconds. He then noticed
immediately that something was off…
Someone was touching him.
He didn’t move away, knowing it was probably one of the weird blond guys. Aoba
figured it would be something he’d have to get used to. Those two bought him
for a reason after all.
Looking over to see who it was, he could feel the hand move against his exposed
thigh, the shorts he had worn to bed earlier only long enough to really cover
his crotch.
“You’re Trip, right?”
The muscular blond smiled and moved his hand down a bit toward Aoba’s knee,
caressing the soft skin.
Aoba noticed that Trip’s smile was different from Virus’s. While the shorter
blond always seemed calm and collected, his smile seeming almost reassuring to
someone who didn’t know any better; Trip’s smile was just bordering on manic.
It wasn’t an insane smile or anything, but Aoba had the feeling that Virus was
usually the one who called the shots as far as their partnership was concerned
and the taller blond seemed just at the point of breaking. It was funny though
because Trip was also clearly devoted to the other… weird.
“Yep… Virus wanted me to wake you up. Something about paying you I think.” Trip
let his hand move back up Aoba’s thigh once more, his fingertips mere
centimeters from the young teen’s crotch before he pulled back and stood up.
“You look cute when you sleep, by the way.”
Aoba didn’t say anything in response. He didn’t care what they thought of him,
it had nothing to do with their agreement.
He pushed himself up from the bed and moved past Trip to the adjacent bathroom.
He didn’t pay attention to how huge the room was nor did he care that
everything he needed was already in there.
When he entered the bedroom once more, he noticed Trip was no longer in the
room; at least he didn’t have to deal with his awkward staring anymore… for the
moment.
Not bothering to change just yet, Aoba made his way out into the living room,
Virus immediately noticing his presence and gave him that almost adoring smile.
“Good afternoon, Aoba-san, I hope you slept well.”
The younger teen just nodded, not really one for mundane chit chat. He wasn’t
entirely sure what to do with himself. He felt like an idiot just standing in
the middle of the living room in his tiny shorts and t-shirt…
“Come sit down, Aoba-san and we can discuss our agreement a bit more.” Virus
took a sip of what Aoba guessed was coffee judging from the cup the blond was
holding.
The blue haired boy nodded and moved to the couch where the two men were
sitting. The couch wasn’t too big, more for looks than comfort, and the only
spot to really sit was in between them. He mentally sighed but moved to sit on
the cushion, one blond on each side of him. It was a bit intimidating but he
didn’t let it show.
“Aoba-san…” Virus started speaking as soon as Aoba sat down, his eyes focusing
on the golden eyes of the younger teen, keeping contact at all times with him.
“I have set up a bank account for you in which your payment of $500 dollars has
been deposited. Currently, we owe you $1,000 more and will be depositing
another $500 into your account in three days. Your last $500 will be given to
you upon your completion of your services to us four days after your second
payment; that is one week from now.”
Aoba had no idea how to react to that. They gave him a fucking bank account? He
shouldn’t have been too surprised, considering the lifestyle they obviously
lived, but to give a kid a bank account just like that… All he could do was
nod, signifying he understood.
“Now remember; this is your job, so you must provide us with the most quality
services. If we are unsatisfied in any way, we are entitled to take that money
back from you. Do you understand that?”
Aoba nodded again. What the hell was he even getting himself into?
“Eh, he’ll be fine. He was able to afford that hotel right? That place is
expensive as fuck, at least for the Old Resident District.”
Aoba turned his head when he heard Trip speak on his other side, the taller
blond flipping through channels on the TV but it was obvious he was still
paying close attention to what was happening next to him.
“We’ll see…” Virus set down his coffee cup before picking up a small envelope
and handed it to the blue haired teen. “This has your debit card in it and all
of your account information. You should also be able to access your account
online from your Coil. Do you have any questions?”
“What will I be doing?” The question was immediate and Aoba hadn’t planned on
asking it at all but it just kind of slipped out. He shut his mouth quickly
once it had left his lips and wanted to punch himself for asking. He knew what
they wanted but he still wasn’t quite sure how far they wanted to go with him.
“Aoba-san, I know you’re a smart kid, so I’m fairly certain you know what we
expect of you. Although we may be taking you out of your comfort zone a lot
this week… I trust you’ll stay professional?” Virus leaned forward, his hand
moving to Aoba’s smooth thigh, the same one Trip had been touching earlier, the
elegant fingers moving up toward his crotch.
Aoba leaned back just a bit as the smaller of the two blonde’s moved closer,
his back eventually resting against Trip who apparently was done watching TV as
his arm was suddenly moving around his waist, holding the smaller teen against
his much larger body.
Virus smirked, his icy blue eyes piercing right through Aoba’s own as he moved
even closer, his mouth almost touching the teen’s as his hand finally made
contact with Aoba’s hardening dick. “Shall we give you an example?”
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: GRAPHIC SEX WITH A MINOR COMING UP IN THIS CHAPTER. FEEL
     FREE TO SKIP THIS IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE.
     Other than that, thank you once again for all the great feedback!
     I've been getting some amazing comments lately on this and I'm
     incredibly thankful <3
Aoba felt pain immediately after Virus’s lips were on his but it wasn’t Virus
who was inflicting it. Trip’s teeth had sunk deep into the skin of his neck,
causing the young teen to let out a pained cry into the mouth covering his.
He knew better though and didn’t try to pull away. He had dealt with customers
who had certain kinks and he learned to deal with them and tried not to act
disgusted by some of them… He tended to lose customers when they felt he was
uncooperative.
Taking in a lungful of air when the blond in front of him finally pulled back
from the almost suffocating kiss, Aoba could feel his shorts being pulled down
his thighs and off of his legs completely, his body being maneuvered fully onto
Trip’s lap, facing away from the larger blond still. He could vaguely feel
blood slowly sliding down his neck but all he did was curse inwardly at the
fact that it would probably stain his shirt… Trip’s hands on his thighs were
bruising as he gripped the smooth skin, pulling the teen’s legs further apart,
his teeth sinking into Aoba’s flesh once more; this time going for his
shoulder.
“Hmmm… you’re body’s reacting very well Aoba-san, I wonder what other stimuli
will get you hard. We’ll have to see during the course of your stay with us.”
Virus smirked as he stood from the couch, moving so he was in front of Aoba,
his frame hovering over the teen in Trip’s lap. “Tell me… how is your pain
tolerance?”
Aoba looked up, meeting those piercing blue eyes and it was hard to look away.
But he also found himself not wanting to. His breathing was harsh as he tried
to take the piercing pain of Trip’s teeth, his fingers digging into the older
man’s thighs that were just underneath his. “Wouldn’t you rather test that
yourself?”
Virus smirked, seeming to be satisfied with that answer as he pushed Aoba’s
shirt up so it bunched under his chin and arms, revealing tiny pink nipples.
“Oh we plan to. Your body could use some decoration…”
The blue haired teen didn’t even flinch when he felt hands grasp his length. He
wasn’t sure who it was, his eyes still focused on Virus’s own captivating icy
blue orbs, a small whimper of a moan leaving his throat as nails dug into the
sensitive flesh.
“Does that feel good Aoba-san, or does it hurt?” Virus remained where he was,
his hands clasped behind his back sa he just continued to watch the young boy,
wanting to see that beautiful face react to their ministrations on his body.
Aoba didn’t answer, his hips merely pushing up into that touch, the hand
beginning to move up and down, squeezing harshly at the head at each upward
stroke.
“Are you not sure?” Virus kneeled down on the floor in between Aoba’s spread
legs, watching as Trip’s hand moved a bit faster along Aoba’s cock, the hard
length leaking profusely as the other blond continued to provide stimulation.
“Trip, stop for a moment…”
The younger blond did as asked, his hand moving away from Aoba’s dick
completely. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Virus, curious as to what his
older counterpart had in mind.
“Haaahhh….” Aoba gripped Trip’s thighs tighter as the sensations were ripped
away from him and he was left feeling like someone had slammed a sledgehammer
down onto his stomach. It was almost just as painful as those bites from
earlier.
Virus’s eyes focused on Aoba’s face once more, his hand coming up to brush
against the teen’s flushed cheek. “Now… what about that? Did that feel good?”
Aoba glared at the piercing stare, pulling his face away from that touch. “Fuck
you… I’m not into that mind game bullshit.”
“Oh… I wasn’t aware. Although while I suppose we could be accommodating to your
fierce dislike of ‘mind games’, I believe it would be a reckless decision on
your part to deny me what I want. Your payment is still refundable.” Virus
smiled once more as he let his hand travel down Aoba’s chest and stomach,
fingertips light and gentle in heavy contrast to Trip’s harsh teeth and
fingers, until they reached his straining erection, soft pads of his fingers
stroking lightly against the leaking head. “I’ll ask one more time... does it
feel good?”
Aoba took in a sharp breath, the pleasure that radiated through his cock at the
touch was almost just as painful as everything else. He was so sensitive and
overstimulated that any kind of touch just felt entirely too intense. But he
knew the blond was right. He couldn’t be picky, there was so much money riding
on this week and he had to stick with it. When was an opportunity like this
ever going to come again?
“It feels good…”
Virus smiled. “Hmmm… I’m glad.”
The younger of the two blonde’s smirked and wrapped his hand around Aoba’s cock
once more, the harshness of his grip and speed of his movements a sharp
contrast to Virus’s gentle touch just a moment before and Aoba couldn’t help
but feel his orgasm rush forward, cum leaving his body to land on his stomach
and chest, his hips jolting upward every few moments as he moaned loudly at the
intense release.
“Damn, look at all that.” Trip smirked as he ran his fingers through the still
warm substance, spreading it around along Aoba’s heaving stomach, almost
seeming to be fascinated by his own movements.
“That was very good, Aoba-san. I think you’ll be of very good use for us this
week.” Virus pushed his glasses up a little as he stood up once more, moving
away from the couch and toward the kitchen. “We’ll be heading to the Old
Residential district in a little while to do some work. You may want to clean
yourself up a bit.”
Trip smirked, his eyes moving to Aoba once more, the bite marks he had left
were starting to turn purple… it was pretty awesome looking… “You heard him…
let’s go.”
Aoba was too drained to protest or even move when Trip just stood up, the
smaller teen in his arms and carried him easily back to his bedroom. He was
deposited on the bed and was about to roll over to maybe try and get up on his
own when he felt hands press his shoulders back down into the bed.
“Hey… not yet… you need to take care of the problem you’ve caused…” Once Trip
made sure he had Aoba’s full attention, and that the younger boy wasn’t going
anywhere, he removed his hands before they moved to his own pants, unfastening
them quickly to pull out his hard cock. He was already so close to coming and
it probably wouldn’t take much to get him off. But he wanted to see how well
the blue haired teen preformed with his mouth.
Aoba didn’t say anything, just stayed where he was and waited for the blond to
come to him. He knew what Trip wanted. He knew his type well. The kind that
liked to inflict pain, that wanted to see suffering… To be quite honest; Aoba
wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of having the taller blond completely
fuck him up… it could be fun.
Climbing up onto the bed, Trip’s eyes seemed to flash with excitement as he
hovered over the prone body before him. Aoba was so small and fragile looking
and Trip knew it wouldn’t take much to seriously hurt him. He wondered how far
he could take this… Of course he had no problem hurting Aoba, the kid was
practically asking for it with that look.
Straddling the teen’s chest, Trip took a fistfull of Aoba’s hair and shoved his
dick forcefully into the now open mouth, Aoba’s pained cry from his hair being
gripped muffled by the sudden intrusion.
Aoba’s hands clawed at Trip’s thighs, trying to find some grip as he felt his
air supply being cut off by the weird angle his head was being bent at along
with the thick cock being shoved down his throat. He gagged around it as his
throat tried to expel the foreign object but the man above him wasn’t letting
up.
“Oh shit… fuck that’s hot.” Trip grinned down at the sight below him, Aoba’s
watering eyes the best part in the blonde’s opinion. He knew it was only from
his body’s reaction but he was sure he could get Aoba to actually cry.
He pulled his dick out of Aoba’s mouth, loving the way the younger teen gasped
for air, still not seeming to be able to get enough. “Come on, open up for me…”
Aoba felt his chest heave as he tried to take in air. It took a few seconds for
his body to realize that he could actually breathe again and he opened his
mouth as Trip had told him to, trying to prepare himself for the onslaught that
he knew was about to come.
Fingers still gripping blue locks, the older blond pushed himself into Aoba’s
mouth once more, but instead of staying there, he moved his hips rapidly back
and forth, his cock moving in and out of the smaller male’s throat creating the
most erotic sounds the blond had ever heard come from someone who was choking
on his dick.
“Trip are you... “ Virus cut off his own sentence as he entered the bedroom,
his eyes taking in what was happening and he couldn’t help but let a smirk
appear on his face. “He looks good like that.”
“Fuck yeah, he does...” Trip didn’t even look at the other blond as he
continued to thrust, His only focus at the moment occupied solely by Aob a and
his amazingly gorgeous face as he choked on his dick. Aoba’s grip on his thighs
seemed to be lacking in it’s initial intensity and the blond was pretty sure he
was close to passing out.
Virus said nothing more and left the room. He figured Trip would want to
indulge in Aoba a bit while he had the opportunity and who was he to deny his
partner such a chance? After all, Aoba belonged to both of them that week.
Aoba’s mind was so foggy he wasn’t even sure what was happening at that point.
He thought he had heard Virus say something but maybe it had been his
imagination. He couldn’t even focus on what he was looking at as he tried to
meet Trip’s eyes, figuring the sick fuck would like that. Darkness was at the
edges of his mind and he could feel his body growing weaker as oxygen was
denied him for a bit too long.
Then suddenly he was coughing and gasping for air once more as the taste of cum
lingered on his tongue. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could also feel some
of it on his face as well.
Trip grunted as his orgasm hit, shooting his release down Aoba’s throat before
pulling out halfway through his orgasm, the rest of the sticky white substance
landing on Aoba’s face, splattering along his lips and left cheek.
He finally let go of the blue locks and grinned down at the exhausted and
abused boy beneath him, his expression was almost borderline manic once again.
“Oh man… that was way too good. I’ll have to take advantage of that mouth as
much as possible this week.”
Aoba couldn’t move, he was still having a bit of trouble breathing and it was
hard to determine if he was even breathing or not. Judging by the fact that he
was still conscious, he figured he was at least getting some oxygen. HIs chest
and lungs hurt so badly and his throat felt like it was on fire. But despite
all that, he felt a grin spread across his face as he met Trip’s eyes.
He could feel the darkness creeping up on him again but he couldn’t help the
thrill and excitement coursing through him at Trip’s words, his voice so hoarse
and raspy he barely recognized it as his own.
“I can’t fucking wait…”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: MORE UNDERAGE SEXUAL ACTIVITY IN THIS CHAPTER. I FEEL I NEED
     TO WARN PEOPLE JUST IN CASE.
     Again thank you for the comments! I will reply to them soon!
Aoba sat silently in the back seat of the blonde's’ car once again, the vehicle
leaving the gates of Platinum Jail. He really hadn’t had much time to recover
after what happened between himself and Trip,
He felt tired, the acts of the first couple hours of his day already taking a
toll on his body. His chest still felt like Trip was sitting on him and it was
a bit difficult to breathe still. Maybe the taller blond had snapped a rib? He
wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell them though; if they found out he was damaged
goods, they might back out of their transaction with him.
“Aoba-san… you look like you’re in pain, is everything alright?” Virus glanced
at the young blue haired boy in the rearview mirror quickly before his eyes
flicked back onto the road in front of him, the equally dark skies of the
outside obviously signifying it was indeed night.
All Aoba could do was nod. He wasn’t sure if his voice would sound funny still
and perhaps worry them more into maybe looking into what was wrong with him. He
noticed Trip had also looked through the rearview mirror as well. The taller of
the two blonde’s looking at him with perhaps a subtle smirk… Of course he’d be
proud of the pain he’d inflicted on the younger teen... Aoba decided to just
not look at either of them for the time being.
“Alright… but if there is, please let us know. It would be counterproductive if
you were sick or injured.”
He knew it… Aoba looked at Virus this time, their eyes locking for a brief
moment through the rearview mirror. “I’m fine.”
“Good…”
They didn’t drive too far into the Old Resident district and parked off of the
sidewalk. Aoba noticed they were in the North District which was still heavily
dilapidated and abandoned as it had been when Platinum Jail had been built and
opened. The two immediately got out when the engine had turned off.
Aoba followed suit and got out as well, hearing the small ‘beep’ as Virus
locked the car. He hadn’t actually made it that close to Platinum Jail in the
month he had been living in hotels.
The blue haired teen followed the two as they headed into an alley. He wasn’t
really sure what was going on, neither blond told him anything before they had
left…
“This will just take a little bit, Aoba-san. We’re testing out Rhyme in this
spot and we’ve invited a few people to try it out.” Virus opened up a screen on
his coil and began to look over the obvious list of names that were on it, his
entire focus seeming to be devoted to it.
Trip sighed as he seemed to be in a pretty relaxed state at the moment and
leaned against the wall, his spiked hooded sweatshirt most likely getting dirty
from the grime that lingered on the bricks. “This is so boring… I liked it
better when we were testing it ourselves…”
“Maybe you can go up against Aoba-san… I’m sure he’d like to try it out too.”
Virus looked up and shot the younger blue haired boy a smile before moving
closer to where Trip was so he could see the screen as well. “Plus, Toue never
said anything about us not being able to do it anymore.”
“Yeah… but it’s boring when I can’t go up against you Everyone else is so easy
to beat.” Trip scrolled through the names on the list, noting how many people
had signed up to test out Rhyme. He smiled in satisfaction, maybe he’d actually
see some interesting shit today.
“You think everything is boring when it doesn’t involve the two of us...”
Virus’s expression was one of amusement as he moved away from Trip once more
and began typing out a message.
“Well… not anymore. Aoba’s pretty interesting…”
Aoba had sworn he saw a flash of something in those eyes but couldn’t put his
finger on what it was. It definitely wasn’t anything he had seen in them in the
short time he’d already spent with the man. He wasn’t sure if he should be
worried about it or not though.
“Very interesting…” Virus agreed, his fingertips moving against Aoba’s cheek
and up into his hair.
Aoba flinched at the touch to his hair but tried not to let it show. He hadn’t
told them about the sensitivity of his hair and vaguely wondered at the many
ways they would exploit that once they found out.
A couple people were already filling into the small alleyway, Virus moving over
to speak with them quietly, his elegant fingers moving over the screen on his
coil as he took down their information.
Trip glanced over at the group of people every once in awhile but didn’t move
over to join Virus. He was really only there to look intimidating anyway and
‘take care’ of anyone who tried anything… It had happened before while they
previously tested the game. People became agitated very quickly if they think
they’ve lost unfairly.
Aoba wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He wondered if they would let
him test out the game too? They said they found him because he put his name on
the list of beta testers… but it seemed like their use for him had changed
quite drastically.
“Hey… wanna have some more fun?”
Aoba jumped a little as the words were spoken directly into his ear. When the
hell had Trip even moved? He felt his body heat up at the question and he
wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or fear. His body felt a little better
than it had earlier but maybe that was just because he was no longer having to
sit down in a cramped car.
Why was he even asking? It wasn’t as if Aoba had any choice in the matter… He
was going to say yes whether he wanted to or not. To be honest, he really
wasn’t up to anymore with Trip for the moment.
He merely shrugged and quickly glanced over to Virus who was still talking and
then focused back on Trip once more. “I guess…”
“Sweet, come here…”
Aoba moved toward the taller blond, hands shoved in his pockets as he followed
Trip a bit further down the alley and into a small alcove that was barely big
enough to fit the two of them.
Aoba was about to ask what Trip wanted when the back of his head smacked
against the brick wall behind him. Pain radiated through his skull and down his
spine, blood pooling in his mouth from where had bit his tongue.
He wasn’t even sure what had happened until he felt a much more intense pain
coming from his temple. He knew the pain well and for a split second looked up
at the older blond in confusion before a glare replaced it. “What the fuck?”
Trip smirked and leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of Aoba’s ear.
“You’re beautiful when you’re in pain. That look on your face is just so
fucking addicting.... I could probably come just by watching you.”
There was nowhere for him to go; he was trapped between the wall and Trip. The
older man’s words didn’t surprise him, the guy was obviously a sadistic shit.
Even though there was a lot that he could take, his body probably wouldn’t be
able to take much after what the older blond had done to him earlier that day.
He already felt slightly nauseous.
“You know… I really liked how you looked earlier; when I bit you. All that
blood on that perfectly smooth skin. Let’s see that again…” Trip licked at the
younger teen’s earlobe quickly before moving down to Aoba’s collarbone, his
teeth latching on around the protruding bone and biting down hard, his teeth
breaking the skin easily.
Despite his best efforts, Aoba couldn’t help but let out a pained whimper as
those relentless teeth dug into his flesh. His hands reached up to grip Trip’s
muscular arms as he rode out the pain.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about Trip’s obvious sadistic bloodlust. On one hand
it was terrifying, the older blond was a serial killer in the making… to be
fair, Virus was in that same boat as well… But he knew Trip could kill him if
he wanted to. But he also knew that would be counterproductive for them.
On the other hand, he could feel his cock hardening in his pants and vaguely
wondered if he was just as sick as they were. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been
that surprised if it turned out to be the case.
He had prepared his mind for the pain. Knowing exactly how to handle it, having
been through it multiple times in his short life. He retreated into himself as
Trip’s hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed before lips smashed harshly
against his own, teeth cutting into the flesh of his bottom lip, blood already
starting to spill from the small cuts.
Aoba tried to take in air when Trip pulled away from his mouth, but the damage
to his ribs from earlier was making it impossible to try and breathe inward
without stabbing pain ripping through his abdomen and up his chest. He vaguely
hoped that none of his broken rib bones punctured a lung… He also wondered if
Trip would even notice.
Aoba smirked inwardly; the psycho would probably get off on it.
“I know what you’re doing… I won’t let you numb yourself to this… Look at me….”
Trip’s voice was deep and quiet, a darkness almost seemed to engulf him as he
focused intently on the younger boy’s face, forcing their eyes to meet once
more. “Yeah, that’s it… show me those beautiful eyes… Don’t hide from this
because deep down you know you want more.”
Aoba clenched his fingers around the fabric of Trip’s shirt, not knowing where
else to put his hands really. He needed to hang on to something; being pulled
out of that safe place in his head was startling and the pain was so intense
that he cried out when Trip’s nails scratched down the front of Aoba’s now
exposed stomach. When had his shirt been pulled up?
Trip just continued to smirk as his hand made quick work of Aoba’s belt and
fastenings of his jeans. “Shhhh, we don’t want to disturb Virus, do we? He
works so hard after all….”
The taller blonde’s hand pushed itself into Aoba’s pants, taking hold of the
kid’s rock hard cock along with his balls and squeezed harshly. “Look at how
hard you are, even with everything i’ve already done. Damn, I think my
attraction for you has gone up even more… You know, it’s not very easy to catch
my interest.”
Aoba’s immediate reaction was to sink his teeth into his own bottom lip,
tasting blood immediately as he did so. The pain was sharp and so intense that
he felt tears spring to his eyes and begin to roll down his face. He felt like
screaming but the sound would not escape him.
“Good boy… now stay quiet alright?” Trip kneeled down in front of the other,
pulling Aoba’s pants down as he went. He immediately took the hard shaft into
his mouth. He was glad Aoba was still hard for him, he would hate for the young
teen to not be able to enjoy what he was giving him. After all; he wanted Aoba
to feel good as well. Seeing the smaller teen come earlier had been so
incredibly arousing that he could probably watch him do it over and over…. hmmm
that was a thought…
Aoba sucked in a breath as he felt sharp teeth sink into his thigh and he tried
to jerk his hips away from the pain. Trip’s hold on his thighs were to the
point of bruising and there was no way he was getting out from between the
older man and the wall he was currently pressed against.
Looking up at the blue haired teen, Trip seemed to smile almost lovingly up at
Aoba before he let his mouth sink onto the kid’s length, his tongue working the
boy’s cock, creating intense pleasure that was a stark contrast to the intense
pain Aoba had been receiving so far.
He tried to stay quiet, he really did, but Trip’s mouth felt amazing on him and
he couldn’t help but let small whimpers of pleasure escape him as his hips
twitched every once in awhile when the older blond hit a sensitive spot with
his tongue.
Pulling his mouth away from Aoba, for a moment, Trip’s eyes never left the
younger teen’s face as he leaned up to kiss the other’s bare stomach. “Damn, I
don’t know if I’m going to want to let you go at the end of the week. You make
the hottest sounds ever… no matter what I’m doing to you.”
Despite himself, Aoba could not break his gaze from Trip. The man was just
entirely too… he wasn’t sure what he was but it was very distracting. He did
know one thing; Trip was very attractive; as was Virus… but there was something
different about Trip that seemed to pull Aoba in more. Maybe it was the raw
desire as well as the obvious bloodlust that just seemed to make the younger
teen want to see how far he was willing to let Trip go with him.
He brought a hand up to his mouth and bit down on his fingers to muffle his
sounds once more as Trip’s mouth continued to suck at his dick, his orgasm
hitting him moments later as pain also shot through him. Trip’s teeth were
scraping against his length on every backward movement of his head but both
pain and pleasure had mixed together to create something new that Aoba honestly
wasn’t sure how to categorize. But one thing he did know…. he wanted more.
It was hard to concentrate though as the pain that was now wracking his entire
body made it very hard to think. He vaguely noticed Trip pulling his pants back
up before kissing him gently once more on the forehead and pulled him out of
the alcove toward the car where Virus waited for them.
Aoba’s breathing was a bit shallow as he climbed into the car and Virus turned
around in his seat to look at the younger boy, a critical eye passing over the
teen’s body.
“You look like you had a good time with Trip..” That smile was back again and
it made Aoba feel as if he was being silently laughed at for some reason.
“Too bad you were busy, you would have loved his face when he came this time…”
Trip’s own smile was full of fondness as he looked at Aoba for a moment in the
rearview mirror. He was already getting attached and he had no problem with it
whatsoever.
Virus turned back to face forward once more before his eyes glanced at Trip.
“Well, we still have plenty of time with him. I’m sure we can come up with
something equally as good next time. I’d love to see how beautiful that
expression is.”
Aoba tuned them out after that. He didn’t care what they said. They were just
talking like he wasn’t even there anyway so why put any effort into trying to
follow their conversation? He was in entirely too much pain to give a single
fuck.
He watched through his window as they passed through the gates of Platinum Jail
and back into that artificial, never ending night. He felt like he wanted to
puke, from more than just the pain he felt.
Trip was definitely a force of nature and Aoba wasn’t sure if he could handle
him fully. But despite that, he knew that Trip had some kind of control over
himself… It was obvious that he didn’t want to seriously hurt him. Well, he
didn’t want Aoba to be miserably in pain, he obviously wanted him to enjoy it.
At least he knew that the older blond wouldn’t accidentally kill him or
something like that.
It was hard to determine what these two were thinking at any given time but the
younger of the two blonde’s seemed to be the one most fascinated with his body,
at least, fascinated with how he could make Aoba feel more than anything else.
Virus was still a complete mystery; Aoba not having spent any kind of alone
time with him at all yet.
Although if the demonstration from earlier was any indicator of how it might be
with the older blond… Aoba was fairly certain it would be a very different
experience than what he’d already gone through with Trip.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the posting gap! I've caught up to my previously written
     chapters so updates will be once a week now!
     Thank you again to all the amazing comments <3
Aoba wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep but he honestly hadn’t been
surprised that he did. One of them must have carried him up to the apartment
because the next thing he was aware of after being in the car was waking up in
his bed.
The room was dark, whoever put him in there had also closed the curtains so the
ever present neon lights outside didn’t disturb him. Even though it was dark,
there was one source of light that he noticed coming from off to his left side.
Looking over, he noticed Virus…
It had honestly startled Aoba for a moment. He had not been expecting anyone to
be in the room with him. It didn’t take him long to recognize the light as that
from a laptop screen. The teen just looked at the blond for a moment, Virus
obviously not noticing he was awake.
“What time is it?”
Virus looked up from the screen of the laptop, the light reflecting a bit off
of his glasses as he locked eyes with Aoba and smiled as usual. “Almost 3am. I
honestly thought you’d sleep through the night. Did I wake you?”
Aoba shook his head and debated on whether he wanted to sit up or not. He
decided against it as the throbbing radiating through his midsection was still
very much present, so he decided instead to just roll onto his side to better
face the older blond.
Before the blue haired youth had a chance to speak, Virus beat him to it. “I
suppose you’re wondering why I’m sitting next to you while you’re sleeping?”
Aoba just nodded again, not sure what to say to that. It was pretty much what
he had been thinking.
“Trip mentioned he may have gone a bit overboard on you earlier. Something
about possible cracked or broken ribs. I figured I’d keep an eye on you in case
it affected your breathing.”
Aoba nodded yet again. Well fuck… On one hand Trip showed he actually gave a
fuck about his well being; which he figured was a good thing. But on the other
hand, he wasn’t sure what that meant for him as far as their arrangement.
“Aoba-san, I want to be honest with you… Trip and I aren’t going to go back on
our offer if you get hurt while you’re with us. Granted it’s only been a day
but I know the both of us are growing quite attached to you incredibly fast and
we want only the best for you… that means your comfort as well as your health.”
Virus closed the laptop, plunging the room into almost complete darkness.
Aoba felt the bed dip and pressure on his arm signaling him to roll onto his
back. He really hoped Virus wasn’t going to do anything sexual with him… he
wasn’t sure he could take any more.
He felt Virus push his shirt up and almost vocally protested when he felt
something tighten around his middle. It hurt his ribs for a moment but then the
pain seemed to lessen a bit once Virus was finished with whatever he was doing.
“How does that feel?” The blond asked, his fingertips grazing Aoba’s cheek in a
comforting gesture.
“A little better…” Aoba admitted. He didn’t pull away from the touch;in fact he
felt himself leaning into it a little. After two incredibly rough sessions with
Trip, he felt almost desperate for what Virus was doing.
“I had a doctor come look at you after Trip talked to me. She didn’t know for
sure if anything was broken without x-rays but she wrapped you up anyway to be
on the safe side. If it’s okay with you, we’ll hold off on doing anything too
strenuous for a couple days.”
“I’m okay… you don’t have to hold back with me…”
“Don’t misunderstand Aoba-san, it’s not a matter of that we don’t think you
can’t handle it… this is our choice. We want you at your optimal performance
level at all times. So we’ll just wait until you get there again.”
“But won’t that take time away from the week you’re paying me for?”
Virus chuckled quietly and stood up, moving back to the chair he had been
sitting on previously and opened up his laptop once more. “I never said
anything about days off... There are other things we can do with you, you
know.”
Aoba had no idea what the hell that meant, but he figured he shouldn’t question
it. Not only was he too tired to really care at the moment, but he was almost
afraid of the answer.
“Try to get some more sleep Aoba-san. I’ll be here if you need anything.” And
with that, the blond ended his side of the conversation by his eyes moving to
focus on the computer screen as soft rhythmic tapping filled the room as he
began to type.
Taking the hint, Aoba rolled onto his other side, facing away from the older
blond. It didn’t take him long at all to fall asleep. He almost asked for some
painkillers but he figured if he was able to fall asleep without much trouble,
he probably was fine enough to not need any.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about Virus choosing to stay with him all night. Was
it really out of caring like he said? Or was he just making him think that to
gain his trust? Either way, he knew he probably shouldn’t believe the blond, he
always seemed like he was lying, even when he wasn’t.
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“Would you like some coffee Aoba-san?”
“Um… I guess…” Aoba sat at the small island in the apartment’s kitchen the next
afternoon. He had noticed upon waking that Virus hadn’t been in the room any
longer but didn’t really think much of it until a pain in his ribs forcefully
reminded im of why the blond had been in his room in the first place.
Trip entered the room as Aoba was taking a sip of his coffee and noticed the
younger of the two blondes looked like he was about to leave the apartment.
Were they going somewhere? He had just woken up and was still in pain, he
really hoped it wouldn’t be another Rhyme beta test, he had no desire to take
anything Trip had to give him that day.
He jumped slightly when he felt fingers slide across his lower back and a kiss
was pressed to his neck. “Don’t have too much fun without me okay?”
Trip’s voice was a mere whisper and it made Aoba shiver slightly at the soft
breath tickling the inside of his ear. He glanced over at the taller blond but
didn’t say anything.
“Looks like I finally get you to myself today Aoba-san.” Virus looked entirely
too pleased with himself for Aoba’s liking and he felt himself able to breathe
a bit easier once Trip pulled away from him. He wasn’t sure why he was so
nervous around them again. He had been accepting of his fate the first night
they had manhandled him. He figured it was because he was injured and a little
on edge because of it. But he was definitely anxious about being alone with
Virus, maybe because he just had no idea what to expect.
Trip waved nonchalantly as he exited the apartment and then it was silent. It
was a bit weird to just be alone with Virus… The two blondes seemed
inseparable.
“Where’s he going?” The question left his mouth without his permission but he
was curious.
“He has some business to take care of at Toue Inc. He should be back in a few
hours.” Virus was leaning on the counter, elbows on the black marbled surface.
It made him look a lot younger than he portrayed himself to be normally and
Aoba wondered for the first time how old they were.
The bluenette nodded at the answer, finding it reasonable enough. He finished
off his coffee and then looked at Virus once more before raising an eyebrow.
“So… what now?”
Virus’s eyes seemed to almost sparkle behind his oval wire rimmed glasses as he
stood up straight and walked around the island to stand behind Aoba, placing
both hands on the bluenette’s shoulders. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Aoba held back a shiver as those hands touched him. He wasn’t used to Virus
touching him yet and he kept his eyes forward, not wanting to see what was in
the other’s eyes. It was easy to be with Trip, the other blond wasn’t difficult
to read at all, but the fact that Virus was such a mystery still and it made
him almost scared of him.
He kept his calm demeanor and finally turned his head to look at the other,
their eyes meeting and Aoba keeping their gaze locked, not showing fear.
“You’re the one that bought me… shouldn’t you know?”
Virus let out an amused laugh and leaned down to graze his lips over the
brunette's ear. “How about a bath?”
Aoba blinked in surprise. What the hell? He wanted to take a bath with him?
That seemed… odd to be honest. That was something couples did and Aoba felt a
bit of anxiety creep up on him at the thought of doing something like that with
Virus. It just seemed wrong somehow.
But he couldn’t say no either. If he did, they’d take away money and maybe just
drop him for good. He was already hurt and wasn’t able to perform like they
wanted… Even though Virus said it was fine, Aoba felt like he was
underperforming still. So he just nodded and locked eyes with the older blond
once more. “If that’s what you want to do…”
“Mhm… face forward again for me…”
Aoba raised an eyebrow. That was a weird request… but he did it anyway, his
gaze turning to look ahead once more. It wasn’t long before he understood what
was going on as a strip of cloth slid over his eyes and he stiffened a little.
What the hell was VIrus planning to do with him blindfolded? He couldn’t
imagine what the blond would gain by doing that before they took a bath
together. His mind was running a mile a minute trying to come up with answers
but ultimately there weren’t any.
He felt Virus pull away from him and he suddenly felt so alone and isolated. He
wasn’t used to the apartment yet to know where he was going without seeing
anything. It felt like where he sat at that moment was his only safe space.
“Shhh… it’s okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Aoba hadn’t been aware his breathing had picked up until he heard Virus say
those words to him. He turned his head in the direction of the other’s voice
and realized he had moved across the room. He had no idea where that was in
relation to him though. Fuck… he felt his anxiety rise once more.
“Aoba… I want you to get up and come over to me.”
Virus’s voice sounded different somehow. Maybe it was the fact that he had
dropped the formalities with his name this time. It sounded so foreign to him.
He hated admitting that he was scared, but he was. It was such an irrational
fear and it pissed him off. He should be able to handle this. It wasn’t like he
was going to fall off a fucking cliff or anything. The worst that could happen
was he’d trip over something…
It was difficult to get out of his chair, but he did it before taking a couple
shuffling steps forward, feeling incredibly stupid and humiliated. But that was
probably Virus’s goal. It seemed like something he’d do.
He didn’t hear the blond speak again so he wasn’t sure which way he should be
going. His pride prevented him from asking Virus to speak though and he felt
his throat tighten up as tears sprung to his eyes. Shit… he was so fucking
pathetic.
Obviously going forward was his best option. He had started out that way so he
could just continue and see what happened… On his next step though he ran into
something and grabbed onto it for support. Of course it was the other fucking
chair… A few tears fell this time and he hated it, and Virus still wasn’t
fucking talking…
“Where the fuck are you?” The teen’s voice was a soft whisper but it was still
directed at Virus. He just needed something to go off of. Running into the
chair had distracted him so much that he had forgotten which way he had been
going.
“Right here Aoba..” The voice sounded calm, almost soothing but Aoba knew
better than to actually believe that. Virus was probably laughing at him right
now…
Letting out a breath, Aoba followed the voice and went around the chair,
keeping his hands on it so he knew where it was and he wouldn’t run into it
again. He decided to keep his hand on the island countertop so he at least knew
where that was and he thought he was doing pretty well until the counter ended
and it may as well have been like he had dropped off a cliff.
He stopped abruptly and gripped the edge of the counter. Fuck Virus for making
him feel so vulnerable… Fuck him for trying to break him down like this.
Somehow Virus knew exactly how to get to him…
“A little further Aoba…”
“Shut the fuck up…” Aoba couldn’t take the pressure and dropped to his knees,
the tears finally falling freely. He hated this. He was so fucking humiliated
and he couldn’t even control himself. He stayed there for a moment, trying to
collect himself. He had already told Virus he hated mind games… this was
definitely the older blond telling him he didn’t give a fuck about what Aoba
did or didn’t like. He understood now… Virus was in full control. As long as he
had control over Aoba’s money, he had control over Aoba’s actions as well. How
the fuck did he let himself get into this?
He let himself calm down a little. If this was how it was going to be, then
he’d play along. He’d do what Virus wanted, be humiliated… but one thing he
would not do would be to break. No one broke him and these two psychopaths were
no exception.
FInally regaining his composure, Aoba began to crawl on his hands and knees
toward where he had heard Virus last. He was not risking walking blindly across
the room so crawling seemed like the best option to avoid running into
anything. Plus, he figured Virus would get a kick out of it.
The distance between him and Virus was surprisingly small and he must have
thought the older blond was further than anticipated as his hand came into
contact with Viruses shoe. Once he had reached the other, he finally stood up
and waited for Virus to say something.
“Very good… “
Aoba jumped a little when he felt Virus tak his hand. He followed cautiously as
he was being led out of the room, most likely to the bathroom. He felt himself
calm down even more, knowing the hard part was over. He figured Virus would be
making constant contact with him from then on since they’d be in the bath but
he obviously kept his guard up
They entered the bathroom and Aoba heard the door close behind him. The
blindfold was sticking to his skin from the tears that had soaked into it and
he wished Virus would let him take it off.
He jumped again when he felt Virus’s hands on his waist from behind and felt
his shirt being pulled up. He raised his arms, knowing that Virus wanted to
take the garment off. It hurt still to do that action but there was really no
other way to get his shirt off. He then felt fingers pulling at the waistband
of his sweats and he let out a shaky breath as those were pushed down as well
and he stepped out of them.
It was definitely unnerving to be standing there blindfolded and naked in front
of a man he barely knew. He had never done this with any of his clients, he
wasn’t that stupid. But he had no choice with Virus and somehow despite how
fuckking anxious he still felt, he almost seemed to want to trust the other.
“How do you feel right now Aoba-san?”
And back to the formalities… Aoba wasn’t sure how to answer that. He knew how
he felt but he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell Virus. So he just shrugged and
said nothing.
“You were crying earlier… why?”
The bluenette hated that he couldn’t see Virus’s expression. The blond was very
good at keeping his voice neutral and not giving anything away. He felt like
things could turn on a dime at any moment with the older man.
He took in a shaky breath and knew he had to at least say something. “I don’t
like being in the dark…”
Okay… that wasn’t what he had meant to say. Fuck, why did he say that? His
heartbeat was so intense and loud in his own ears he was sure Virus could hear
it.
“Is that so? Very interesting…”
And with those final words, Aoba knew the next couple hours were more than
likely going to test his breaking point.
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