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Another Me	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hige and Kiba are dashing up the street, sticks in hand, and motorcycle sounds projecting from their mouths, amplified by the clacking of wood on wood to sound like a real two-wheel vehicle. 9-years-old and they already own their own motorcycles, life is good. Good for the trailing 6-year-old too, as he's in possession of the same stick and motoring sounds a few paces behind his brother and friend.

"Ugh!" Hige groaned. Flopping himself down on the front lawn of the first house he came across with an open gate, he let out an exhausted sigh. "Kiba, this sucks!" This was declared to the sky while the words were aimed at his best friend. "When are you gonna ask Mrs. Cher or her husband for a bike so we can ride everywhere already?"

Walking over to the bedraggled Moon child, Kiba crossed his arms looking down at him with a smug expression. "Don't tell me you're tired? We've only been running for a half hour, Hige."

"Yeah, Hige.." Chimed Toboe, mimicking his brother's stance of a crossed arms and smug look. "Don't tell me you're tired?"

"Aaaw shut up," he retorted to Kiba then to Toboe he informed. "And you zip it too, runt. Because you don't even know how to ride a bike, so that counts you out when Kiba and I get one." Taking the front of his shirt into pinching fingertips he began to fan himself by fluffing his shirt inward and out. "Aren't you guys hot, you're wearing more clothes than me?"

It's early summer but hot as metal in a steel-mill. Freeze City completely missed out on the refreshing remnants of Spring winds blowing around until the middle of the hot season. Hige's dressed in a tank top and long shorts while his friends are in t-shirts with a long-sleeved shirt underneath that. At least, they have shorts on. It's been this way every Summer and early fall since he's known the pair. He figured they were insecure about their bodies, but arms? It seemed unlikely. So he just presumed they felt temperatures differently than himself.

"We're wearing white," replied Kiba, taking a seat beside the laid-out Hige. "And quit picking on Toboe, he can follow us if he wants to."

"Yeah." Sitting beside his brother, he grabbed a handful of grass and tossed it into the air as though it were confetti, doing it again until he lost interest. 'Hige's right, though, it is hot out.' He looked at the sky as if he could plead with the sun to make it dial-it-back a little bit for him and his brother's sake.

"I'm sorry. I like you, Toboe." Commented the Moon child closing his eyes. 'Still, it'd be nice to have some time alone with Kiba.' He thought to himself. Sighing in exasperation as somehow closing his eyes made the sunbeams feel that much more pronounced, he opened them then turned and looked at the Wolf brothers. "If you guys don't have money, I'll treat. But I want some ice cream." Sitting up he then pulled himself up from the grass and started for the exit of the front yard, with his friends in tow.

Freeze City is known for its attractions, unlike Burnswood you could find amusement around every corner and eateries that are well known to celebrities. Everyone comes to Freeze for vacation when they live in another district. It's relaxing, scenic, and a metropolis of sights and sounds for the whole family.

The three boys walk downtown with their sweat soaked heads hung low. Hige was glad he had a generous allowance because this kind of heat needed a refresher and a spare. Ridgeway Creamery was up the street just another building, but he couldn't get his heavy legs to run the remainder of the way. Kiba and Toboe had, though, and the Wolf brothers bolted past him bringing a cooling breeze against his back.

"Aaaa, hey you guys, run past me again!" he called out to them with a dry voice. "I neeed you!"

All he received was laughter before they disappeared inside the ice cream shop.

'They could have at least carried me along, I'm paying, after all.' Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, he finally reached his destination. Pulling open the door, he was met with a wonderful wind tunnel of AC that gave his wet body a shiver as he walked farther inside.

"Hige, can I get a scoop of blueberry custard?" Toboe asked with big pleading eyes. "And a scoop of blackberry too?"

"Euw, sure." He pulled out his wallet. "Kiba, did you pick?"

Kiba was still looking at the menu board. "Ummm, what are you getting?"

"Chocolate dipped sundae cone and a Freeze-Freeze," Hige said it to Kiba but he was talking to the teenage employee behind the counter.

"Can I have a waffle bowl with brownie ice cream, please?"

"Sure." Replied the older girl; it was kind of nice to see manners in youth culture. Her little brother was sure lacking in it.

"You guys get something else," Hige mentioned. "I'm not giving out bites of mine when yours runs out."

Toboe gaped. "Wow. I wish I had your parents."

The employee overheard this and asked the two what else they'd like. Kiba got a Freeze-Freeze as well and for Toboe an ice cream sandwich. The kids left the store licking and slurping their frozen treats while walking with a more rejuvenated pace to the park.

"Look at this," Kiba pointed to a poster on a billboard. "Some fashion show is going on in the park next week."

"So? What, you wanna go see it or something?" Hige spared the ad a glance then returned his attention to eating.

"No. Just making conversation." Kiba bit into the waffle bowl, crunching the crisp treat to mush before licking the ice cream; he would have used the spoon but he didn't want to eat the bowl alone, and if he used the plastic scooper his ice cream would have gone so much faster than his brother's or Hige's.

"Fashion's dumb," Toboe mentioned to no one in particular. "All the girls at school are always wearing weird stuff, giraffe-print skirts and striped tops. I don't get it."

Hige pretended his finger was a gun and he shot himself in the forehead; Kiba snickered and shook his head. Toboe does tend to say random things at times. He was pretty sure he wasn't like that at six. But Kiba loves Toboe. He loves that his brother wants his attention, he loves that Toboe watches him with admiring and recording-eyes that wanna be like him. Most 9-year-olds would be done with children in an age they've already been, but not Kiba.

Hige and Toboe are laughing at something and bustling up the street playing by shoving each other.

Kiba's eye caught sight of a sign taped to the window of a pet shop. 'Help Wanted.'

His pace stopped cold and he just blinked as visions ran through his head about working in the pet store. He'd save the money in the bank and after a while, it would grow from the interest. Kiba asked about it at school when the class was let out for recess, he and the math teacher, Mr. Logue, talked about it. The man asked him what a kid like him was so interested in such things for, and he said he was just curious. But his curiosity was actually life planning. Kiba will buy their home from the family that's currently occupying it. He will repay the Lebowski's for everything they've done for him and his brother. And he will take care of his brother through sickness and in health. They'll want for nothing if they can live without extravagance.

Kiba walked into the store with high hopes. He had no time for doubt, no room for it. Doubt and hesitation were kid's stuff. His large blue eyes looked around the room for someone in charge. He sees dogs, cats, birds, fish, ferrets, reptiles, even little teacup piglets! But no people.

"Excuse me?" Nothing like a voice to get attention, when a person isn't seen. "Is anybody here?"

"In the back!" Called a young man's voice from somewhere beyond a stack of glass tanks containing rainbows of fish.

Kiba craned his neck and stood on tip-toes in an attempt to see the worker, but upon having no luck he settled for walking to the back of the room to find him. "Hello?" He called again.

"I'm up here," said the employee; he's reaching for something on an upper shelf, "getting some bird feed. How can I help you?"

"I saw a sign in the window, and I wanted to ask what positions you have open?" Kiba watched the man descend from the ladder with a bag of feed under his arm.

The employee, who's name tag reads Franklin, looked Kiba over then looked over the boy's head out into the store where he expected to see an older sibling playing with the pets or perhaps even a parent weighing options while trying to pick up a job, but he saw no one just this boy. Frank's brows furrowed with confusion.

"Where are your pare-.."

Kiba cut into his words by explaining his reason for being there. "I want the job... I'm the one who's looking." He straightened his back and lifted his head to show his resolve. To show his maturity.

Blinking with disbelief, the man scratched his curly dirty blond hair. "I'm not sure I'd be allowed to do that, how old are you?" It didn't matter how old the kid was, he wasn't and couldn't give him a job. It was against the law. He wasn't gonna get fired by his boss for hiring some kid who wanted to buy candy.

"I'm nine-years-old, sir." Kiba then spoke his stats as though he'd been asked. "I'm strong for my size, first in my class for studies, especially math, and a top student for citizenship, sir."

"You're nine?" Frank believed it even less when saying it out loud. "Jesus, kid, you really think you can work here? You're just a kid."

"A kid who'd be doing the same thing for a pet at home, at least here, I can get paid for it." He winced at his own stupid bluntness but hoped the man would forgive his eagerness.

The kid had a point, thinks the employee. But a 'point' isn't logical to the workforce. Overworked minors in other countries are the reason child labor laws were made.

"Please... I won't give you any trouble and I won't be in the way." He placed his small hands in prayer, having to readjust the gesture because he'd forgotten he was holding his half-eaten ice cream. "You don't even have to pay me much."

"Sorry, kid, but I really can't do it. It wouldn't be right or legal. You go on home and do house work for quarters like squirts your age are supposed to. See me in about seven years when you've got your part-time workers papers." Hoisting the feed up onto his shoulder he brushed past the kid. "I've gotta get back to work."

'Part-time workers papers?' Kiba's shoulders sagged.

He didn't even know about such a thing. He felt even worse when the employee's words played back about him working for quarters around the neighborhood until he turned 16. Doesn't he realize what a long time that is in life? In seven years the family in his home will have moved on and someone else, people who wouldn't respect a grieving child's wishes, would move in and wreck the place. He couldn't allow that, he needed work now!

"What if..." Kiba wet his lips, he hadn't meant for his voice to come out so meekly and he tried again when he regained his resolve. Walking into the store where the man was pouring food into the bird's feeder, he began again. "What if I offer to work here for free for one whole month... And all you'd have to pay me is a recommendation for my next boss to see that I've got what it takes."

Frank paused and shook his head. "You're out of your mind. No one is going to hire you in a real workplace without paperwork, and- pay close attention to this part- aaaaage."

"So what if I'm nine? So what if I'm not as strong as a man; I can sweep up; or walk the dogs or something minimal- you can't agree with doing everything here by yourself. I'll clean up after them!"

Kiba knew adults hated that sort of thing, it's why Mrs. Cher won't let them have a puppy. She told them puppies turn into dogs, and dog poop differs drastically from puppy poop. She wouldn't have the mess. On top of that, there would be no one home with it most of the day and she couldn't trust an animal alone in the house for that long.

The employee was becoming fed up with being bugged about this, so he tried a different approach. Embarrassment. Kids hate being embarrassed as far as he knows. Hopefully, this kid will be the same. "Let me ask you something... Why are you so pressed to get a job? You're a kid, you should be scaring girls, playing with bugs, or riding your bike over a cliff... Why do you wanna waste your time working?"

Kiba's eyes sharpened to such a degree the employee had to lean back to make sure the boy wasn't actually a man in disguise. Where was that fire coming from?

"I lost my parents, all I have is my little brother and the place where we used to live. I want to move back in and take care of my remaining family... But I can't do that with nothing. So, please... I need a job." He ruined his grandstanding by tearing up.

It wasn't his fault. Frank's words caught up to him like the first time. Getting a job was a huge step. It went beyond good grades to get out of school, it went beyond an allowance for taking out the trash or cleaning the room or bathroom, or minding Toboe and Cheza. It was working in the adult world. And knowing he'll have to be counted as an adult when he shouldn't gives him a momentary fright.

Frank's green eyes softened and he knelt down, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder he spoke calmly to him. "I understand what you're saying, but the law is the law. I'd gladly give you the job, but my boss would fire you and me too if he caught you here."

"You could tell him I'm your cousin, that I'm just hanging around while you watch me... And when he's gone I could get back to work."

A long sigh came from the man's nostrils. He needed a smoke. This was not a day he had ever imagined, it wasn't the kind of day he figured anyone would imagine. What could he do when the kid won't take no for an answer?

"Tell you what," he straightened then walked behind the fish tanks. When he returned he hands a bag to Kiba. "If you can bring this fish back to me alive after two months, I'll give you a job here on the down low. But you can't tell anyone."

Kiba beamed at the man and accepted the fish as though it was the Queen. He walked out of the pet store in a daze. All he had to do was keep a fish alive and he could have a paying job at the store.

Kiba caught up with Hige and Toboe. He thought they'd be at the park where they were heading to, but the pair had doubled back to find out what happened to him. Judging by the mostly eaten ice cream sandwich in his brother's hand they hadn't noticed his absence for some time.

"We have to go home for a sec'," he said when Hige and his brother were a step or two away from him.

"Wow," Hige poked the plastic bag with a little blue fish inside, "you took some detour."

"Where'd you get the fish, Kiba?" Toboe leaned in toward the bag for a better look; Sucking in his cheeks he made fish-lips at the aquatic creature.

"Well, I didn't fish it out of a pond behind the house." He smiled at Hige who got the reference. "I went to a pet shot; there was a sign in the window and I wanted a job."

Stunned by this, Hige shook his head. "Are you crazy what would you want a job for? Doesn't school take up enough of your time?" As if the magnitude just hit him he added. "And who's gonna hire you? You're a kid!"

"I'm not a kid, Hige. And I need a job." He handed the bag to his brother who was obsessively making a kissy face at the fish.

"Why?"

"Because..." He let it end there.

Hige could only blink with a shaking of his head. "I'll never understand you."

"I'm not that hard to figure out," he fell into step with his best friend who turned left so they could go to the Lebowski's home.

Hige begged to differ on that comment, but he couldn't help smiling at Kiba. His friend is so mysterious. Kiba's social, funny, smart and kind. But he's a tight-lipped little somebody when it comes to certain aspects of his life, such as why he won't show his arms? Why in the world won't he talk about his parents? And a new chip in the pile, as to why he wants a job?

5 days later.

Kiba sighed heavily as he watched Flynn Fisher going around and around in the clockwise swirl of the toilet water in the bowl. Kiba had been doing so well with taking care of the uninteresting little fish. So what could have happened?

He'd come home from playing with his friends and find the unplanned pet swimming laps in its bowl like it was going out for the Olympics. It was actually pretty entertaining to watch when one would just need a distraction from boredom before bed. Flynn would hide inside the small plastic castle or gasp for breath at the top of the bowl thinking food would come to him if he did so... Kiba never overfed or underfed the little guy, and Toboe was given strict orders not to touch.

Kiba knows his brother and anything he says to the younger boy is law. Toboe wouldn't have touched Flynn, which is why Kiba didn't bother with questioning him to otherwise. Cheza never sets foot in their bedroom unless invited, and his guardians are rarely at home because of work.

'How does a fish die in five days?' Kiba said a little prayer while washing his hands. 'The bowl was clean and the water was clean...' Shaking his hands from the dripping water he then brushed his hands down his jeans to dry them.

He'd only been out playing for an hour. What could have happened in that hour that made the fish turn belly up? Kiba had already weighed the idea of replacing the fish, but honestly, he liked to be a man of his word. If he became dishonest with the fish what would stop that train from taking him further down that slippery slope? He'd become a low-life or a slacker. He'd never say a thing that would be seen as credible by anyone once they knew of his deceit with something as simple as a fish.

Kiba walked back into his bedroom to grab the glass bowl. He wasn't sure what he'd do with it, he can't put food into it because even if it's clean he'll feel the residue of fish pollution permeating inside. Turning on the sink water he set the bowl down beneath the stream, then went for the Scrubbing Bubbles under the lower cabinet and then set to work with cleaning out the bowl.

17 minutes later the bowl was cleaned enough to have a second coating of the clear exterior; and Kiba retired to his bedroom to read a book which he distracted himself from by thinking about what he could do to get another job? Where could he go? Who would hire a boy? Even Hige thought he was crazy to think he would get one. Was it really so hard?

Marking his place in the book with his finger, he rested his chin on the cover of the closed work of fiction. 'I could mow lawns, all those guys out there never seem so into it... And they seem annoyed because of the heat. Maybe they'd pay me if I offered to do it.' He doesn't know how much you're allowed to charge for cutting someone's lawn. He'd ask Hubb about it later. He'd understand that it's a man thing, Mrs. Cher would only dissuade him and treat him like a kid. How was anyone supposed to grow up in this world when treated like a kid?

Placing a bookmark into the book in place of his finger, Kiba then got off the bed and grabbed a notepad and pencil writing the words 'Able' and 'Not Able' on the overhead bar then a long vertical line between the two words. Tapping the eraser to his pursed lips Kiba brainstormed what jobs to go out for.

Toboe, armed with a toy car in his hand and self-provided engine sounds, zoomed through his brother's bedroom to drive the car along the walls. He then made 'bang! bang!' sounds as if the car was in the middle of a high-speed chase. Seeing that his brother is so concentrated on something, he took it upon himself to inquire about it since Kiba wasn't offering the information. He couldn't be doing school work because it's Sunday, and there's no school on Sunday, and his brother always did his homework on the day it's assigned- then there's the well-known fact that it's Summer break.

"Rrrrrooooommmmm..." The car is driven up the back of Kiba's leg, butt, and back until Toboe is standing beside his brother to look over his shoulder at the paper. "What're you doing?"

"I'm thinking about jobs I can do," turning over onto his back he looked at his brother and smiles. "You wanna play?"

"Hmm? No. I was just curious what you were doing..." It was true. And if Kiba is busy Toboe totally respects that. "Do you think I can get a job too?"

"Naah, I mean, not a job like me... But you might be able to." Sitting up, he scoots aside so Toboe can sit down beside him.

"What do you wanna buy?" Asked the younger boy. "You can just get it for your birthday."

"I don't wanna buy anything, I just..." He couldn't tell Toboe his reasons, so he decided to lie. A small lie wouldn't hurt their bond. "I just want some money, is that so wrong?"

"I know what I'd get if I had money," Toboe beamed, and not giving Kiba a chance to guess he fired it off like a confetti canon. "I'd get candy and a toy boat."

"A toy boat?"

"It's Summer time, the Lebowski's are taking us to the beach next weekend. I wanted something to play with in the water." Taking a breath he sighed as if waiting for the chastise for wanting something ridiculous instead of something practical.

Kiba smiled and nodded. "Good idea, I should have thought of that."

"You can borrow mine." He popped him playfully on the shoulder.

Kiba laughed. "Thank you, you're the best little brother ever." Hugging him, Kiba placed his chin on top of Toboe's head frowning because his brother couldn't see it. 'A toy boat... It's fine, Toboe, you just stay a sweet kid.' Moving from the hug he faked a punch to his brother's nose then picked up his pad and pencil.

"What happened to Flynn?" Toboe noticed the fish bowl that's been filled with action figures and other tiny toys instead of the colorful little fish and his home.

"Oh, Flynn died."

Toboe's face scrunched up and he burst into tears; Kiba could only blink at that. He couldn't understand why Toboe was crying, Flynn had lived with them for only five days what was the big deal? His brother drew in a very snotty breath through his nose and latched onto his brother as if he could take it back or hide him from the ugly knowledge he was just given.

The curiosity of the situation got to him so he had to ask. "Toboe, why are you so upset?"

"Because Flynn died!" That made him cry harder. How does Kiba not know that? Why would he even ask? Flynn may not have been with them long, but he was theirs and he loved him. ...And now he's gone. He'll never come back. "I want him back, Kiba! I want him back!" Sliding from the bed he ran over to the bowl and pushed it from the dresser spilling a few toys to the floor. He'd go tell Cheza, at least, she cares about things.

Kiba watched his brother's tearful departure baffled. Getting off the bed he gathered the toys then stuffed them back into the bowl, he picked up the former glass home then set it back down on the dresser. He'd remove it tomorrow or later once the coast was clear of his little brother.

In another part of the world Florence, Italy at a concert hall in the center of town; a teenaged boy lingered around a dressing room where his guardian sat before a large mirror getting her make-up done.

"I can't believe how lame you are, kid," Faye Valentine stopped speaking in order to get her lipstick applied, but once her mouth shined a ruby red she continued. "Darcia sings such trendy trash, he's got no soul."

Tsume tisked around a cigarette dangling between his lips. "Right, Faye, nothing beats a good downer-song at a party." His words were spoken with a haze of smoke coming from his mouth from the drag taken from the cigarette. "I'm still struggling to get 'Shiki no Uta' out of my head."

Sticking her tongue out at his reflection in the mirror, she closed her eyes while her eye shadow was applied. "And anyway, Darcia sings teeny-bopper music," she smiled. "Are you a teeny-bopper, Tsume?" The singer laughed when hearing a growl from her model friend. "If you're gonna sing his praises you'd better make it quick, music like his dies out the minute his fan base hits age twenty, my music lasts for decades with any age range."

"Hn." Tsume crossed his arms bitterly staring at his leather boots. "As if his music has anything to do with it." Though he would admit to liking some of the man's ballads.

Done with her make-up she got up from the chair and crossed the room to sit on the couch and put on her jewelry. "I forgot you think Darcia's cuuuute," Faye made kissy-face at her friend before laughing when a pillow came flying her way. "Watch the hair kid, this took an hour."

"And I don't think he's 'cute', puppies are cute. Darcia Rosalini is fuckable."

"Ha. Don't let him hear you saying that," her hand patted then rest on his shoulder. "He'll think you're a stalker or worse a sycophant."

Tsume didn't appreciate the thought, and Faye was wrong. Darcia will appreciate him just as much as the rest of the world does. And going being backstage while Faye sings a duet with the soloist will gain him access to a private meeting.

And it happened just as Tsume had hoped. One of Darcia's handlers approached him during the show and whispered that Darcia wanted to see him in his dressing room later on; the model walked to the dressing room as if he had not a care in the world when or if he went to the summons. He had no idea the singer was already waiting for him inside when he finally arrived at the dressing room; knocking on the door he expected a manager or assistant to invite him inside, he hadn't expected the silky voice on the other side of the door that beckoned him in.

The young model closed the door after himself. He kept his eyes on the carpeted floor, at first, but then slowly raised them to see the singer was seated comfortably on a velvet couch at the end of the well-sized room.

The interior was a little feminine with a clutter of different shades of purple decorating everything. A large vanity mirror was against the wall a distance from the couch Darcia sat on, and a fluffy carpet covering the floor. To say the singer liked purple would be an understatement because even the wallpaper was a shade of mauve.

"So, you like the place?" Darcia asked, keeping a predators eye on the young man in front of him.

Tsume shrugged, trying now to put on his usual cool. He couldn't let this man see him sweat just because he's hot for him. "It's alright if you're into this sort of color. I'm more of a black or brown myself."

The singer scoffed. "I wouldn't have guessed." He said sarcastically, addressing Tsume's clothing. "I just saw your eyes looking anywhere but at me, I assumed you were fascinated by something in particular."

Tsume resisted the urge to scoff at that. Darcia had seen the teen in nothing but black or brown since he had first noticed the young man coming to his concerts. Actually, his performances weren't the only times he'd seen this lovely foreigner. He wasn't blind. Tsume was becoming big, and he had seen him on the runway many times. The singer fell head over heels for the boy's body, and he wanted it.

Tsume remained by the door as if waiting for permission to come farther inside when really he was playing it cool and trying not to seem over-eager.

A smile curled Darcia's lips as he thought he knew what was going on in Tsume's head. "I don't bite boy," space on the couch was patted for him, "come and sit with me."

Tsume walked over to the couch as the man had instructed taking a seat right beside him to show no fear.

Darcia smiled at this, he liked the fire in the young model's eyes. It was a major turn on. "So, what's your name?" As if he didn't know.

"Tsume Keina."

His smile became that of a villain's, all venom and ice. "Well Tsume, what would you like me to do?"

"Pardon?"

"You want me to sign something?" His slender hand spread out as though blindly pointing at something Tsume may have brought in with him. "Give you a t-shirt with my face on it? What are you here for?"

This time, Tsume does scoff. The model sported no one's face upon his person but himself- if he were that shallow. "I'll tell you what you could do..." He snipped, unable to control his sarcasm until he felt the singer's tongue slide around the rim and inside of his ear. He golden eyes closed at the rush of his heartbeat and the warmth gathering in his sensitive lower area.

"Guess that answers that question," Darcia muttered looking down into the teen's lap. He was showing right against his pants, and the singer couldn't have been happier to see it. "Maybe, you'd like for me to show you that this mouth does more than sing." It wasn't a question of any kind, obviously, because Darcia got down on the carpet kneeling in front of the teen.

Parting Tsume's knees, he leaned forward and rubbed his nose into the teen's crotch feeling the hardening swelling up against it. He hummed as he grabbed the metal fly with his teeth to unzip the leather pants; parting the teen's thighs a bit more he was pleased when the length of heat lobbed out of the barricade as though it had been banging at the door like a prisoner when had Tsume walked in. That was the great thing about skin-tight leather, it left no room for anything but skin.

Tsume watched as the singer parted his lips then consumed his erection in two swoops; the model grunted from the moist heat encasing him then the cool air in the room causing shivers when the singer leaned away a bit. His head went back against the sofa as the tip of Darcia's tongue found his slit over and over again. Knowing how touchy Faye could get about her appearance, Tsume chose to grab a pillow instead of into the singer's hair but was pleasantly surprised when Darcia guided his hands there.

Tsume slouched a bit as he gripped into Darcia's silken hair, he'd often fantasized about touching it and it lived up to his expectations. It felt good between his fingers and it smelled of cologne. Darcia's fingertips smoothed up Tsume's thighs until they reached the opened pants, the five digits slipped beyond the barrier and to his sack where they kneaded and rolled the balls of flesh.

Tsume bared his teeth from the sudden flood of heat inside of him and the pleasureful shivers that he had no control over. He was putty in the singer's game; his only response was futilely trying to keep silent should a bodyguard be listening in, but the verbal pleasure was forced from his mouth when those mischievous kneading fingers left his balls to scrape up the underside of his length. It was Tsume's demise and he moaned into his hand until he was left panting and worn.

Darcia sat back all smug and triumphant, and not bothering to wipe the back of his hand across his sullied mouth. "I took care of your problem, now you take care of mine." He grabbed Tsume by the collar of his shirt pulling him down to the carpet, where the teen laid witness to Darcia's exposed sex waiting and hard from where he'd been touching himself to the sounds of Tsume's pleasure.

Since the model was already unzipped Darcia slipped completely out of his pants as well. Laying over the teen he kissed him with tongue right away. Tsume didn't mind. The singer's hands grabbed onto the young man's hips and he thrust inside of him, no lube or anything. Tsume loved it. The pleasure- and pain- he felt that day was unspeakable.

He was sure nothing would ever feel like it again. Darcia plowed inside of him, his anal walls becoming wet as the singer's cock dripped inside of him. Tsume ground his sack into the soft hair above the man's length, moaning as though he could sing a song himself. He felt buoyant as he was bobbed up and down from the man's movements.

And it was ridiculous how much the model enjoyed soft lips against his neck and how much he enjoyed placing his lips on Darcia and tasting the man's many flavors of flesh and muscle against his pallet. It was as if the raging storm had hit the eye and the two just rested against each other kissing and touching with exploring hands.

And when the bliss broke back into the storm Tsume was lifted onto the man's lap and brought back into the bliss of the sliding and gliding up and down until the two lay on the fuzzy carpet panting in a sweaty heap. It was amazing they managed to go nearly an hour and a half without being interrupted for something. And if someone were at the door, the pair never heard them.

Darcia pressed his lips to the teen's panting mouth and he whispered quietly against him. "I loved this." He ran a hand through Tsume's white hair planting another kiss on his lips. "See me again tonight, alright? ...At my house, one of my men will give you the address."

The young model smirked with satisfaction at the triumph of getting the sexy singer interested in him. But as he began to clean himself up, Darcia said something to him right before he left the little room that changed Tsume for the rest of his life.

"You were a fun toy, I look forward to our next meeting."

Tsume could only stare after Darcia's departure. ...He was a... toy?

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Commentary: I really am sorry for the hold-up, I'm doing two other stories and thinking about them is time-consuming like you wouldn't believe. It's no excuse, but I thank you for reading and the new readers as well. I think this will be the only moment with Tsume but I can't be sure, I just stare at a blank screen and see what comes to me for each chapter of anything. I'll update again, hopefully, sooner than this.
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