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Desperate Times	By : Resting-Madness Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this story its simply for fun. I do not own Death Note. Nor do I own any of the places mentioned in this pennyless work of fiction. I'm just having a good time and hoping you all like it too.

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"Oh, Gevanni?" Mikami smiled as he's greeted by his friend at the door. "I was expecting the little mouse to greet me, but instead, it's you." He removes his suit jacket, draping it carelessly over the back of the couch. "Don't tell me he's being disobedient already? And after you'd talked him up so much."
"No, no, nothing like that." He gestures to the kitchen where he leads the attorney. "He's got a bit of a cold, so" Trailing off, he grabs some glasses to pour them a drink. "he's resting."
"Resting?" Mikami scoffed. "Now I've heard of everything." He takes a sip from his glass of wine. "Mine doesn't know the meaning of rest- not a proper one anyway."
"Mmm. Well, I want him back in top form, so I've made allowances."
"Aaah." He takes a gulp. "I can see him, though, right? You've been so selfish about showing him off, and yet Rester got to see him."
"Rester wouldn't have seen him either if I hadn't thought that he'd died and I needed help with burying him. Good thing I chose him to come over and help, he really came through with treating his injuries." Swirling the red liquid around in the glass, he says with a distant look in his eyes. "Near was like a broken toy or, rather like, road kill by the time we caught up to his fall, he'd of actually been dead if we hadn't gotten back to the house when we did." He shakes his head. "I'm just glad the blood washed away from the concrete so easily."
"How do you catch a cold in seventy-three degrees temperature?"
"It's not seventy-three in the basement." Gevanni takes a seat at one of the island counter's stools across from Mikami. "Hnhn, I used to spend the hottest days of summer down there just nailing Damion."
Smiling, Mikami nods. "I remember Damion, used to cry a lot, red hair, freckles on his chest and a little ran across his nose."
"Yeah..." Gevanni's gaze gets kind of misty recalling some of the finer times with the possibly deceased male. "Its a shame he had to get so mouthy, though."
"But he was cute. ...So, you got a lot from those traffickers you sold him too?"
"Yeah. He paid for that inground outback." He looks over his shoulder. "But his parents were never the same."
"Speaking of parents, how long before I see your Near appearing around as a missing person?"
"He's not a client's kid. He found me on the street, by chance- or I should say- he thinks he's found me by chance."
Mikami raised his brows to that; waving away the offer of a second glass when Gevanni finished pouring some for himself.
"I saw him around last year talking to some guy, I thought he might have been the guy's son but they would always end their conversations by going separate ways. So I waited it out, and lucky me he followed me to my car after we'd had lunch together. Turns out, he's homeless! No one is gonna come looking for him."
"Its about time you got a street rat too. These little suicide heists you've been pulling were starting to make me nervous."
"No. Near is definitely... definitely a keeper. And after getting rid of Damion, he couldn't have come at a better time."
"Good. I'm happy for you." He toasts his glass to him. "Just make sure you don't run over any of your lies."
"Trust me, if I have to write it down or put it in my phone's planner... I will not get caught in a lie. And if he happens to find out that I'm not F.B.I. but in fact a social worker... I'll tell him I was kidding, and just wanted to talk myself up to avoid sounding like a cheapskate, who couldn't pay him."
Mikami blinked. "Where did you get F.B.I from?"
"I thought it sounded safe, you know, the safer they feel the more likely they are to trust you."
"Which is how Damion, Shaun, and Lincoln ended up in your bed, bath, and beyond. While their arguing families assumed they were sitting nestled somewhat safe in an adoption agency, you'd actually taken them home with you."
Gevanni winked at him as a sign that he was correct.
"Still, you've got nerve telling the same tale three times."
"Its all in the timing." He explains. "Timing and instilling fear. Tell them horror stories when you come to collect them from their house," He uses the tone he puts on when speaking to the children, before telling Mikami the line he feeds them. "I'm so sorry kid, I know what these places are like too. If you're lucky, though, you'll only be beaten up or raped three out of the ten times the situation occurs."
Mikami laughs and shakes his head in dismay. "You're very sneaky, I'll give you that."
Gevanni walks over to the stove and takes a spoonful of soup that didn't make it into Near's dinner bowl. It was left on low, so it's still nice and hot. If Near had actually been doing his butlering today, the soup would no longer be on the stove and the pot would have been cleaned and put away. Hn. Gevanni actually can't wait to see this whole Butler Story play out.
Thinking on it all, he adds. "Three years apart, six months, four years... nobody questions that adoption homes tend to be horrible places, so if a kid's new to the whole thing and it runs for the hills to my house..." He shrugs. "What can cops and parents do but look until they can't."
"Then the little-lost children are just kindling for the fire."
After two more spoonfuls, Gevanni moves the pot to the sink then dumps it over into the divided section with the garbage disposal.
"You wanna hear something funny?" Gevanni asks with a glint in his eyes.
"What?"
"Lincoln's family was on the rocks because his Father was having an affair with the Manny, turns out he was into guys too, and his wife didn't take too well with it. They fought like savages about it, and I was eventually sent to pick the boy up when the Mother wound up hospitalized for stress." He rolled his eyes at the frailty of women. "She didn't trust her husband to be with their son, nor the Manny anymore because she thought if he were sick enough to be gay, any male gender would be seen as a 'turn on'; having no living relatives, she thought he'd be fine in the system until she was out of the hospital."
"I'm not hearing the joke beyond your taking the kid."
"Weeell, let's say he was the one who'd given me the idea of putting Damion into trafficking. He was twelve when I got him, seventy when I let him go, and I believe nineteen when he was fucked by his Father at some shithole the Manny brought him to.
Mikami got it then and laughed into hunched over the counter top.
"Neither knew a thing during their little threesome until the Dad traumatized the boy by saying..."God, that was fucking amazing. What's your name boy?" and he told him."
"So that's how it happened? That was all over the news!" Mikami scoffed. "Hell, I represented the kid, and I didn't even know he was with you- not right away. He'd changed so much from that goofy looking but cute kid."
The two laugh at the irony, and sickness of it all. Imagine a father fucking his own son. Imagine the son so out of his mind, and hardened to the situation that he doesn't even recognize his own damned Father or the events that went on with Gevanni before he wound up in the trafficking system.
"But that won't happen to my Near, I'll keep him like your Beyond." He waves his glass in his friend's direction. "Get them young, train them well, and keep them like well-preserved statues."
"True. But be careful with that theory... I think mine is actually starting to like it- and not in the 'fun way'. Hell, he'd even suggested things to do to him- made me sick."
"Hn. Near's a fighter. Even when he's compliant in the lie I told him, the kid still questions things."
"Another peeve, you don't wanna get the ones that are too smart for their own good." He thinks about the male in his home. "Beyond is like that as well. Do you know he once looked at me, dead in the eyes, and slipped his cuffs like it was nothing! As if to say, I can get out and go whenever I like, but I'm sticking around... I even caught the little creep leaving my bedroom once when I got home from work. I beat the shit out of him when he walked back down into the cellar, and he just laughed!"
"Yikes. Why not sell him?"
"He's a good lay! Plus, I think he's harmless and is just trying to rattle me so I let him go." Mikami scoffed at the idea of losing his prized piece. He's worked hard on the male, even if he's starting to creep him out. That's still work put in there. "Maybe we could foursome one time, and he can show you how good he is."
"First an eight-way, now a foursome? I'm not sleeping with you."
"So? Don't touch me." Mikami shrugged. "But, we could swap."
"I've told you, Near's not gonna go for that." Gevanni objected. "Besides, I'm still earning his trust while he's compliant. Free sex without the biting, slapping, bitching and so on... I'm gonna milk it while it last; sometimes sex is really good when the other person moves with you. And if I can't cut back, any rough stuff I can say he was into it before. But a foursome? No. Forget it."
"What if, when he's comfortable, we get them on each other... yours- mine- it'll be great."
Gevanni recalled Beyond's sharp Russian features, pale skin, and contortionist flexibility, even his oddly tantalizing voice. The five friends love exposing their playthings to each other, it's like showing off. And Mikami has been a front-runner for years with him. But he's pretty sure that his Near will become the envy of them all for a lot longer.
They sit in contemplative silence. Gevanni wondering if Near is as Cirque De Sole as Beyond is when it comes to flexibility- he knows he's pulled the white haired gem past his means when he was down in the basement, but who knows when it comes to stretching. A few forced 'sexercise' positions are hardly stretching for the greatest show on Earth. Maybe they should go to a class at the gym? Mikami is just wondering what the kid looks like, Gevanni's secrecy is eating him!
"I think he might end up like yours, though. He's already hearing voices."
"Might be from the fall. Concussions are mysterious things." Mikami gets up from the stool he's planted himself on. "So, are we gonna go get a look at Sleeping Beauty, or do I have to wait until the party for the unveiling?"
"No. Come on up, just don't wake him." Warns the dolls owner. "I want him to get better, so he can stop pushing me away from fatigue."
"Got it."
And I didn't hear a word of it "I thought the little mouse would answer the door". That one line, and I didn't like the man. So, I was through with listening to him and climbed back into bed to rest, hoping they'd leave me alone.
But they were peering into my bedroom; the door is open to the point that it may as well have been removed from the hinges, I'd felt that exposed to them. My back turned, as I was facing that wall, I felt even more naked because I didn't pull the blanket up. I faked sleep while listening to them talk. Mikami sounded like a dirty old man, and Gevanni sounded like a boyfriend pretending not to be annoyed about it. All the more reason I bought his story about our being lovers.
"Wow. He's short." Mikami says when looking in at the male. "But he's cute. Is this for real?" He walks in. Taking a seat on the bed, no hesitance towards behaving as if he owns the place, and he reaches for the teen's snow white hair.
"Would you stop that? You're gonna wake him up." Gevanni walks in and pulls his friend's hand away. "Of course, it is."
"I'd like to watch him clean my house every day." He's about to brush the back of his fingers along Near's jaw, but his arm is pulled back.
"You'd better go. Its late, and I have to work in the morning."
"Nag, nag. I'll see you Tuesday?"
"Saturday, the others have off then."
"Rats. Well, see you later."
"Later."
'What kind of way is that for friends to talk to each other?' He wondered while still poised in false sleep-mode. 'Its like they're trying to secretly talk about something, but what?'
The sound of dropping clothes caught Near's ear, and he waited for the bed to dip in where Gevanni enters. It wasn't what he'd expected, though. Gevanni climbed into the bed and got comfortable behind him, draping an arm around Near's waist. He seemed to be going to sleep as well. Near slowly exhaled the breath he'd been holding in; he wondered why he continues to get nervous around the man.
'Maybe I'm nervous because he's older than me? Or maybe it's because I don't really remember him.'He pretends to have a casual shift in his sleep when really he's pulling away from the snuggling man.'He seems sincere enough.'
He became tense when Gevanni's nose brushed and nuzzled the back of his neck, followed by a warm pair of lips leaving a lazy kiss trail from side to side, then bottom to top. The moment of pause where he swirled his tongue around the beginning of the cervical vertebrae, sent shivers up the teen's spine. He waited for more, for that hand to do something devious... but it never left from around his waist; Gevanni's kisses became lazier and lazier until eventually, he fell asleep.
Near lay there for a moment, thinking of what he should do. Common sense and drowsiness won-out, between the soft bed and warm body he was outmatched and closed his eyes allowing sleep to take over him.
The next few days were nothing special. He told me what was expected of me when I was ready to do my job as a butler. He was very specific about my not cleaning the basement. He told me it didn't need to be cleaned because there's nothing down there but boxes and trunks filled with this and that, that it's all already organized so there was no need to touch it. At the time, I didn't care, it was uninteresting about the reasons why I shouldn't bother with the basement and even more the things within it that shouldn't be bothered with.
I was a butler and my job was to clean. I was a personal chef, and my job was to cook. I was a lover, and my job was to feel something towards the person who loved me. These thoughts circulated through my thoughts as I cleaned the home, and did my best learning how to cook. And reluctantly gave in whenever he wanted something physical from me.
The mist of lemon scented Pledge snows out over the desktop in Gevanni's study. He'd already removed all the items on the desk and set them down on the couch in the center wall beneath the window, before getting down to polishing the wood. The woman in the photo from the desk smiled at him from her dropped off lay on the couch. Near wondered if the man would ever take the photo of the nameless woman out and put his picture in the frame. He's never offered to take his picture, though. He wondered why. As far as he's concerned people who've been together for some time often have dozens of pictures of each other. Maybe times have changed since then.
Running the polishing rag down the frame of the desk, he scrubs the wood as vigorously as his strength will allow before wiping it around the outer wall between the two edges. He smiled at the cute response Gevanni gave him about the woman because he'd wondered if she were his wife. He told Near that he'd never seen the woman in his life personally, that she'd came with the frame. He's been calling her Annalise.
Near had joked about getting a photo as a cleaning motivation, but he didn't really want to be watched as he moved about the house, photo or otherwise. But, he supposed when he'd thought about it, company while he cleaned would be nice. So he made conversation with the knick-knacks. The pottery shaped like animals, or the artwork with animals in them. There is a small statue of that 'Thinker' in the living room, but all he ever says is "I've got a monster headache!"
He played with them like toys sometimes, like when dusting the elephant's trunk, he'd blow at the tissue while it's held right beside it then sneeze as an elephant would. He smiled watching the blown tissue flying in the air like a flag on a windy day. The animals in the paintings would tell stories about how they spent their days walking the Savannah for food or water, and that every now and then someone would come along and take their picture, and that's how they got to be on the wall.
Near walks into the hallway, after replacing everything back onto the desk, and with him, he lugged the vacuum cleaner. Sticking the plug into the socket just behind where the chair at the desk should be- the chair was moved into the hall before starting his cleaning- he turns on the machine and slows around the room with it. The sound of dirt and others various unseeable thing popping and plinking around in the machines bin reminds him of fireworks, the little poppers that you throw. He likes fireworks.
'I wonder if Gevanni is big on celebrating the fourth of July?' Coming over to the couch, he imagines the woman's tiny legs dangling from the frame and says to her. "Watch your feet, please Anna'." And when she moves them, he passes the vacuum along the couch. "Thank you."
When the office was spick and span, and all its contents were returned to where they originally were, he then went into the bathroom. He likes the bathroom, lots of things to polish. And he likes to wipe things clean and spray the product. The fumes haven't become an issue yet since all the windows in the house are open to let in the nice breeze.
'Its nice to see that I no longer leave such nasty dirt rings in the tub. I was starting to wonder.' He thinks as he rinses the Scrubbing Bubbles down the drain. 'You'd think I was washing off half of Chicago.'
"Are you kidding? M%$&T leaves the grossest tub rings."
Near ignored it. The voice. He's been hearing disembodied voices since the fall and frankly, he's gonna chalk them up to concussion making him delirious. He read up on it in one of the medical books in Gevanni's study; only after wondering why people who aren't doctors got such books. You can't self-diagnose, not properly anyway. And what if you did? It may help the doctor but it doesn't prevent the costly trip to be seen. To each his own.
The voices sometimes say names, but they're always garbled and he can't make them out. Another reason to ignore the speaking, because it really seems that they want to make him crazy.
"Done." He says once the whole house is nice and tidy and clean.
Nothing left to do but go room by room spraying Pine Sol air freshener to give it that finishing touch. He couldn't help himself for making the job more mentally entertaining, and as he passed by the rooms he'd say "Would you like to try our perfume sample?" then give the room a spritz. The long sentence became a simple "Sample" by the time he'd made it downstairs and into the kitchen.
He started at 8:30 a.m and it's now 12:30 p.m. He supposed if he didn't have bum legs and took breaks now and then, the job would have gone faster. But it was fine, he's the only one here, so who's gonna complain?
Time for a much-needed break for lunch. With him, as the other days, he has a pad and pen with him to write down a recipe from the cooking channel. He memorizes the method to cook as he watches, then later hands the list off to Gevanni once he gets home from work so that he can shop for anything the pantry doesn't currently have.
He wanted to leave the house and shop on his own, but he'd only made it down to the street before he realized that he doesn't have any money. So back inside he went to read a book, take a nap, learn a recipe, or sit in the backyard and stare up at the sky.
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Near's patting ground hamburger into a ball between his hands. He can smell all the italian seasonings he's put inside of it, and it's making his mouth water. Gevanni's in the shower, he just got some bad news at the office- or at least- that's what he'd told him before storming upstairs, and slamming the bedroom door to get on the phone.
Near was sure that the office might have bugged him, but Gevanni really seemed upset over the conversation they had when he'd first walked in. He can still remember that look on his face. It was kind of frightening. He'd only asked a simple question: "Can I go out to shop so that I don't have to wait for you to get home?" Simple. No. With the way, Gevanni panicked you'd think Near said: "Your wife's gone into labor."
"Near, you..." He held back his anger and instead turned it into concern. "You can't go outside. Not until I learn if you're in danger or not; you seemed really scared when you came to me and asked for help. Don't you remember?"
Frowning, brows furrowed enough to make it seem as though he's glaring at his employer. "Obviously, I don't!"
Gevanni did the strangest thing right then, he balled up his fist at his side but when he raised his arm it unraveled and it looked like he was about to backhand the disgruntled teen, but he caught himself and instead chopped his shoulder like he needed a massage.
"I'm sorry that you lost your memory somewhat, but you really were terrified that day... I want to protect you, but I can't if I'm off at work and you're out galavanting like it's nothing."
"I just wanted to go to the store, not parade around." Snipped Near. "And now you're telling me that I'm a prisoner because of something that I don't even remember saying?"
"You're not a prisoner." Gevanni snapped. "I just need you stay put for a while. You can go out into the backyard, swim a little... if you know how to use the grill, have a barbecue with some friends." His hand lands roughly on top of Near's head, but he gently tousles the white mop. "Please, trust me."
Still glaring, he reluctantly backed down and nods.
"Good. Now, I have to shower and make a phone call." He moves to the stairs talking over his shoulder. "Will dinner be done by then?"
"...Sure. We're having spaghetti."
Near's shifting like a child when they no longer wanna talk to their parent because they've either gotten into trouble and are receiving their punishment, or that they know that trouble will soon come to them and they're eager to get away and cover their tracks.
"One of my favorites." Turning around on the fifth step, he says to the male. "Maybe I'll get you a wig, then we can go out to see a movie?"
"Or we could stay inside and watch a DVD?"
"That too. See, you're already thinking like a cheerful home dweller." About-faced, he heads up the stairs.
"I was being sarcastic," Near mumbled under his breath before returning to the kitchen.
Gevanni's been in the shower since then; Near's been busy making dinner while hoping that the man has cooled off. He doesn't like the idea of Gevanni being mad at him, not when it looked as though he was going to be struck just for getting a nasty tone. How could a man, his lover, and employer, be so nice one minute then behave like he's just putting up with him the next?
Stuffing a cube of pepper jack cheese into each ball, he shakes his head ruefully. 'I guess it's not really true, he had a bad day at work and he's kind of worked up...' He frowned when he realized the pun he'd just made. 'Either way, he's been fair to me so far... he hasn't forced himself on me when I'm not in the mood to be intimate. He hasn't refused me anything. Maybe he'll let me get out of the house when I ask him later when he's in a better mood.' Assured, he continues with his work in a better mood than he was when he'd started.
I know now that the reason he was so angry and adamant about me not going outside is because that blond guy... Rester, was it? He'd tipped him off that Mello and Matt were looking for me, and he knew that if his friend took me out into the city they- or one of the many other people who asked about me- would eventually stumble upon me.
But, since I'd been lied to, I just made myself comfortable with being an unshackled slave.
Near whimpered and clutched at the side of the pillow beneath his forehead.
Dinner had gone off successfully. Gevanni loved the hidden cheese in the meatballs, and he'd thankfully cooked the spaghetti noodles perfectly this time. The first time he'd made it, the noodles knotted together at the bottom, but the other end fanned out. He still doesn't know how that happened. But he knew better this time around. The meal only struck up a good mood, and lighter conversation about a show Near had watched earlier while he let his legs rest. Jeopardy is really entertaining!
"If I enter you on the show, you could win, and quit this job." Gevanni had joked.
"I'll remember you when I win." Near teased back. "I'll buy you a new butler."
Gevanni laughed handsomely at that. "You're a doll."
"Thank you." Recalling that the man had chopped his shoulder at the door, he says kindly. "I can massage your shoulders if you want." Getting up from his seat, he takes his and Gevanni's plate over to the sink for washing. "You sit in the living room and wait, I won't be long."
"Thank you." He smiled at the boy before getting up to leave.
Near had already washed the pot and pan clean once dinner was cooked, and transferred to a serving bowl. Putting the meal into a large white serving bowl, he had to wash that out as well once the food was out of it. He made enough for three, so there's only one plate of food leftover, and that was scooped out and put into a Tupperware to cool. Near is sure to wash his hands after cleaning the dishes, and he dries them on a napkin from the vertical standing holder beside the sink on the countertop. After that, he returned his white uniform gloves over them.
Gevanni caused Near to pause when he'd exited the kitchen and found him laying on his stomach on the couch, arms folded up beneath his resting head in order to be a pillow despite the three actual pillows lining the couch. Shrugging it off, he walks over to the man and playfully climbs onto his back, sitting in the dip of his lower back.
"Mm. Cozy?" He asks his rider.
"Maybe not as comfortable as you are." Placing his hands on the man's shoulders, he palms down deep into his knotted flesh.
He didn't need to ask if he were any good at it, Gevanni's pleased humming seemed comment enough. The man lowered his arms from beneath his head to rest down at his sides, but they didn't remain down on the couch, he raised them up so that his hands are resting contently on Near's rump, and they're kneading and squeezing the teen's buttocks through his black work pants.
Chuckling, Near traces a white-gloved finger down Gevanni's neck. "It might be a good idea if you rolled over." Standing on his knees, he rests himself back down when the man turns over to lay on his back.
Cupping Near's face, he pulls him down into a kiss. The loving butler rocks his hips down against the man's lap and back into Gevanni's kneading hands. His own hands are busy with massaging his boss's shoulders, and sloppily at that because the shivers up his spine are clouding his brain which is making his movements sluggish.
"Take off your clothes," Gevanni whispered into his ear.
Slowly, Near undresses. He remains on his boss's lap while removing his uniform's gray front and black back vest with the two little buttons, and next his crisp white shirt hits the floor. Recalling a trick he'd once learned, though, thinking about it, he isn't sure from where Near unbuttons his pants and positions Gevanni's hands at the rim. He then grabs the armrest and pulls himself forward up to the man's face; the grip his lover has on his pants pulls them down in a jiffy to expose his hidden meats.
Which brings us to the current situation where Gevanni is unable to resist the dangling flesh before his face, and he sucks him into his mouth.
Near whimpered and clutched at the side of the pillow beneath his forehead. He moaned when the tip of Gevanni's tongue swirled around the head of his member and stabbed the slit with the tip. Near's hips jerked back to pull him from the man's mouth, at which point Gevanni's lips move to kiss at his employee's pale thighs, and just past his hardening to the balls of flesh wanting attention as well. Near's hips buck when the moist tongue gave them a sort of punching bag treatment, lapping at them like a pair of fist hitting the hanging bag- no pun intended- until he opens his mouth wide and just takes them in.
Pants down just below the knee; Near's currently slumped over position is enough for Gevanni to get the hindrance out of the way completely, and he discards the slacks to the floor. Groping Near's rear, he's back at kissing the teen's thighs.
"What?" Near pants out after having heard something.
"I said, are you feeling better now?" Gevanni asks again, this time without a mouthful of flesh.
"I feel fine." He replied wondering what that had to do with anything?
Gevanni knows that his health is better, he'd told him so when another bottle of cold medicine was brought into the house. Then it hit him when he felt pressure against his hole from the man's middle finger.
"Oh... Gevanni, maybe we should wait on that. It's been fine doing all the other stuff so far."
"Yes, but, we both know how good it can feel when we do it all the way."
"Actually, I don't."
If he's ever had anal sex, he can't recall it. True, the man has fingered him from time to time, but he's never had IT in there. At least, not that his memory can account for. Damn amnesia. But then, at least its trivial amnesia, he could have had a full blown case on his hands. How do I eat? How do I bathe? What the hell is this thing? Stuff like that. He's just forgotten any part of his being someone. So all he knows is that he's nobody, sprinkled with bits of what Gevanni has told him and molded him to.
Touching the male's cheek tenderly with the back of his hand, he cups it then, saying softly. "Then let me show you."
Looking down into those sincere dark green irises, he draws in a breath then lets it out slowly. "...Alright. But if I want you to stop...?"
With a nod, he says. "I'll stop."
"Okay." Moving to the end of the couch, he waits for the man to undress.
Gevanni had slipped into night pants and a t-shirt after his shower, so undressing wouldn't take him longer than 30 seconds- if that much. So he spent a moment dashing upstairs for lubricant. He's undressed when he returns and is as casual as having clothes on while walking back over to the couch. Near wondered if they've ever been naked around the house together before. Just naked and comfortable. Because right now, he's feeling the need to cover up.
"I grabbed two, honey scented and musk." He holds them up in a presentation.
Cocking a brow, he reaches for the honey. "Does honey have a smell?" He gives it a whiff.
"Musk it is."
Squeezing a glop into his hand, it liquidated instantly in the warmth of his body heat. Stroking it over himself, he then grabs at the tensed teen.
"Maybe you could be the one getting penetrated? Just until I'm comfortable with it."
His eyes narrowed a hair. "How will you ever be comfortable with it, if you won't just dive right in?" He asks; grabbing a hold of Near's hips, he lays back on the couch pulling him over on top of him. "Besides, I've never been on the bottom before. I'm a top."
"How is it fair that you're nervous, but I can't be?"
"Because you've already done this before."
"But I don't know that."
"Fine!" He snapped. "Is this proof enough?!"
"Wait! Wait!"
He grits his teeth when Gevanni's rock hard member drove up into him like an Olympic diver in reverse. His eyes shut tight, he waits for the pain to further but it wasn't bad beyond the initial intake. That didn't staunch the teen's anger, though.
"See. That didn't hurt too much, now did it?" Gevanni asked when Near opened his eyes and glared down at him.
"No." He smiled faintly. "It didn't hurt too much, it was about as painful as this!" His fingers rake deeply over Gevanni's chest, piercing through the skin due to the speed of the swipe.
"Ow! Dammit!" He shoved the male off of him. Touching his chest, there are specks of blood on his fingertips. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you're forcing yourself on me," Near states very matter-of-factly. "I thought we were in a relationship, but so far you've been treating me like some naughty butler in a Cosplay. I clean your house, I'm told that we care about each other... but so far all I'm seeing is you saying 'Jump' and waiting for my 'How high'."
Near lurched back when the man moved towards him, pinning him between the arm of the chair and his body. He saw anger flashing through Gevanni's eyes, it was like a tornado was in there and his eyes were flicking as they spot every whirling violent idea to inflict upon him when really he seemed to be searching Near's face. And then he did the strangest thing again, he closed his eyes then backed away.
"You're right. I didn't mean to... I'm deeply sorry, please forgive me." He begged sincerely. "I... I'm frustrated.. not sexually, but, I miss you. The you I knew before this amnesia thing. You loved me, as I love you." He takes Near's hand, holding it tenderly.
"...I'm sorry that I don't remember our relationship, I'll try harder to- for both our sakes."
"No. That won't be necessary... I'll just... I'll start all over again, from scratch. I can take you out to eat, and to movies, I mean, we've never done it before but.. if it'll make things more comfortable and understandable for you... I'll gladly do it."
Half-convinced, Near cocks a brow, side-eyeing him. "And what about my lock down?"
"If you'll wear a disguise, and sunglasses... we can go out- you can go out." He smiled at him. "Does that sound fair?"
"Leaving the house like a movie star sounds a lot better than the life of a shut-in."
"So then we have a deal?" He holds out his hand to be shaken.
"Deal." He shakes the man's hand.
Grinning, he pulls the teen to him for a, returned, hug. And he kissed him playfully on his temple.
Hn. Moment ruined by the horny bastard having me suck him off.
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It was a wonder no one came running, their cries of pain were loud enough. But as it is they do live in the city where any human noise is usually swallowed up by the sound of driving and horn-honking cars, planes sonic booming through the sky, trains, and other humans shouting to one another about absolutely nothing.
"Goddamn, he's strong." Mello groaned out while holding his side to ease its pain.
He's just been beaten, Bad! And it was a nightmare of dance and fight all blended into one frightening array of pain. What the Hell kind of style is that?
"You're telling me," Matt replied. "Who's idea was it to jump him again?"
"Mine." He rests his forehead against his forearm.
Mock sobbing, though he's completely sure it will be more than sincere later on when he's trying to sleep on bruises, Matt exaggerates his feelings by telling his lover. "I hate you."
L blinked at the sprawled out couple that looks like twin body models, waiting in a pose to be sculpted. It's pretty sad. Walking over to the blond aggressor, he crouches down, wrist resting on his knees.
"Mind telling me why you thugs are assaulting me?" His index finger touches just barely between his lips as he thinks out loud. "To rob me? To rape me? Hmmm. I think you might have a hard time doing either since I might have to yell out" And he throws his hands dramatically in the air and raises his voice as if he's trying to none-to-discretely call out for help. "My God, some thugs are trying to rape me! My wallet's gone! Stranger danger!"
Angered, Mello barks at him through a pained groan. "Who's on the ground here?! Ugh!" He sits up with some effort; Matt does the same.
"Hmm. Martial arts beats free-form Street fighting in a fight, imagine that." Straightening, well, somewhat straightening since he's slightly hunched over to examine the two thugs; hands in his pockets just as casually as he's speaking to them. "Now, before I continue to defend myself, what is it that you want from me?"
"Answers."
"Interrogation?"
He muttered something about that being 'different, but what can you do', before addressing his "assaulters" again. And he uses the term 'Assaulters' very loosely since the two didn't lay a hand on him beyond jumping him from behind before the brawl broke out.
"What do you want to know?"
"Near. You told us he was missing." Mello stands on aching legs.
"That's somewhat correct." The sweets-loving stranger replies.
"We've been looking for a while now, and so far we've got nothing." Cocking his head, he shrugs his hand out. "We started to think maybe you'd taken him, and were bragging about it that we didn't know."
"Valid assumption, but it's incorrect." He holds up a finger. "I don't have Near." He holds up a finger. "I don't know where he is." He adds a third finger. "And I currently have a few men on the look out for him myself. Nothing's turned up so far which leads me to believe that, like most missing cases, he's currently inside of someone's home either dead and waiting to be disposed of, or alive and waiting to be rescued."
"How can you be so blasé about that?!" He meant the first thing.
"Because that's the knowledge of the general situation of the victim and the criminal mind. Both live in fear of something while in each others' company. They either crack and give in, or they give themselves away by becoming secluded to hide their nerves. Eventually someone notices, and hopefully someone tells what they know." He turns to leave.
"We should be kicking doors down, then! What the Hell are you all waiting for?!"
"Lower your tone, young man, there's no need for shouting. We're in an alleyway after all. The sound is compacted."
"It just doesn't make any sense, though." He lowers his tone to a snarl. "If Near is in somebodies house then why can't we kick the doors in and search?"
"Obviously, we need warrants. And without them, the police are victims of their own justice system becoming antagonistic to civilians and then they'll be fined, momentarily suspended, which means less able bodies on the field, and-.."
Cutting him off he holds up his hand. "Alright, alright, I get it." Shoulders slumped in defeat, he asks. "But what can we do in the meantime? Wait?"
"Nnno. Didn't say that; besides, you've already taken matters into your own hands by looking at all. Most wait around for the cops, or they just walk about with flyers. So, good luck. If you need to be posted of the search progress then see the police station's officer Aizawa. He'll tell you what's going on." Turning around, he eyes the battered pair with thought. "If you insist on rudely breaking into homes, can I suggest a less threatening method?"
"We're listening."
Mello tried his best to stand his ground when the odd looking, wide-eyed, secret martial artist approached him right to the nose, but he leaned his head back a bit to avoid any unplanned touches. Slanting his teal gaze sideways to Matt, who looked ready to bolt for help before stepping in personally, he swallows and waits for what's coming.
And very softly, very heartfelt, the man says. "I was chasing my cat, and I saw him dash into your home before I could catch up to him."
Mello cocked a brow wondering if the man were for real, or would he be beamed up once walking away from Matt and himself? "I don't understand."
"Can you please let me search your home, he gets skittish around strangers, and I don't want him to scratch you." Taking a step back, he asks. "Now, doesn't that sound better than bursting into someone's home and demanding a missing person, who may or may not be in the home at the time. But, in that frantic power play, you've just alerted them that you're on the lookout and they should be more careful or move altogether."
"It does," Mello replied with an elated conviction.
"Atta boy." He smiled.
And if you could believe it, that was more creepy to Mello than the lanky male being freakishly strong, and looking the corner rocking, face-to-the-wall asylum way that he does.
"In the meantime, we're checking out the recent homes of rented rooms in order to find him or at least some sort of trail."
He's walking away when Mello calls out to him.
"Wait! Who the Hell are you?"
"Just call me L. And I'm a little more than a concerned acquaintance to your friend Near."
Knees bent and arms straight up over his head, he criss-cross waves to them like he's a spectator watching a football game or something, and he called to them like a normal human being. "Good luck to you both!"
When he was out of sight, Matt approached his lover. "That was weird."
"But effective." He looked after the man's departure. "Come on, we're gonna need a leash."
Not hearing what the man had been muttering to Mello, Matt cocked a brow. "Wh- what?" But followed Mello's charge all the same.
I'll never forget how weird the party was. It was more like a gathering of sickos showcasing their captive to one another. It must have been their first time with servitude, though because they were all standing around waiting for my command, or looking at me as if I were insane.
Gevanni was especially worked up that night, and he kept hounding me about every little thing being perfect. But I'll never forget that Mikami's presence. It was all consuming, and starving for me... kind of like how Gevanni was until I'd forgotten him, then he sort of got comfortable with the knowledge that he wouldn't get caught and had somewhat calmed down. But Mikami liked what he saw and intended to take it.
"Did you remember to shower?" Gevanni asked.
Near is setting down the placement rug piece before the front door for guest to wipe their shoes on.
"Unless the method of showering has changed over the past month, yes, I've showered."
"I'm sorry." He grabs him by the shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek and forehead. "I'm just really nervous, this is the first time anyone's going to see you."
"You make it sound like I've got tricks to perform." He accepts another nervous kiss on the lips before he's dragged into a quick hug. "Its just serving dinner, which I'm comfortable doing and preparing." Rubbing the man's arm, he adds. "Just relax."
Smiling, Gevanni nods. "I will."
He's glad that they're getting along a lot better, now that their fighting is over. Near seemed to really like going out for dinners in his brunet wig and sunglasses or prescriptionless glasses. And when Near said he needed normal clothes, outside of his uniform, Gevanni gladly gave him the information from his credit card so he could order some things.
That was a pretty sweet night between them. Near resting between his legs, with the laptop perched on the teen's lap; and he would choose something from the trendy clothing store, and Gevanni would either approve it with a thumbs up or give a raspberry of disapproval. A bowl of popcorn sat beside them on the bed.
He couldn't help but smile as the teen treated each delivery like it was Christmas, and Gevanni got presents too when Near would dash upstairs after dinner, and put on the delivered goods. He looked so sexy in this wine colored sleeveless turtleneck, that he dragged him over to the couch and got a 69 going that very minute after Near asked: "How do I look?" It was a simple matter of lifting the male, dropping him on the couch, kissing his stomach then climbing on top of him.
Manipulating sex out of Near to make it seem as though they were both into it was becoming too easy, and eventually, all those wants for dinner out, and movies and bike rides in the park will turn into something a lot more enjoyable. Marathon sex, like the good old days- or at least his good old days.
The door bell rang causing the homeowner to jump out of his skin. "The first of the guest is here. Near, answer the door, I wanna look like a big shot."
Laughing at how absurd that sounded when you're talking about opening the door to friends, Near waited for Gevanni to be in place on the couch to look very much like a poor man's Hugh Hefner, without the babes, or the robe over his clothes, before opening the door.
"Welcome to the Gevanni home. May I take your coat?" He bows.
He feels kind of like an ass, but what can he do? He's getting paid for this, Gevanni said overtime too. He can do... well, he isn't sure what he wants to- or wanted to- do with the money anymore. If he ever had a goal with getting the job beyond getting off the streets, he's forgotten. He may as well shoot for an apartment, and just commute for his job. That sounds nice.
"Yes, thank you." A blond man walks in, tossing a knowing grin at his friend. "Stephen, you're looking a little too well." Rester says quietly when walking over to the couch after handing his coat to Near. He doesn't want the boy to hear him use the man's first name. "Someone should have you investigated if you can afford a butler on your salary."
"Oh shut up." He shakes his friend's hand.
When starting their little club for 'People who like to have people', they all agreed that they would either be on a first name or last name terms when they're speaking around each other's toys. It was protection. You never know what can happen, and they wouldn't want the escapee to ID them in full, better to have some sort of running chance when the cops come calling.
"He's looking well." He takes a seat on the couch beside the armchair where Gevanni is seated. "I trust there have been no further problems with his condition?"
"Not a one." He smiles. Always good to have a doctor in your pocket.
"Splendid. What's for dinner?" He sniffs. "Smells like beef."
Near would have answered the man's loud enough question had he not been eyeing a young woman at the door. Her head is bowed, and the long blonde bangs hide her face considerably. Near believed the young woman to be the man's date, but when she spoke it was to him.
"How may I be of assistance to you?" She asked in a very young tone. But she seems older. Maybe, in her early, twenties.
"Oh... then you're his?" He wasn't really sure. Who brings their own servant to a dinner party. 'Hn. Gevanni probably thought I'd need help, so he got his rich friends to bring their help along as well to give me a hand.' He gestures for the kitchen. "Follow me, you can fix the salad. Do you know how to make Ceaser dressing or for a Crab Louie from scratch?"
"I'd like to learn." She said in a small voice. But at least she's looking up.
'She must be very professional if she can't even meet the eyes of another servant.' He explains her behavior to himself. "I'll tell you, and you can put the ingredients together. It's simple."
He knew he should have done it ahead of time. Maybe he does need help, at least with serving since the young woman can't seem to cook- as far as blending dressing is considered cooking.
"Wait here," He says to her when the doorbell rings. "I'll be right back."
"It's incredible. Simply incredible." Rester whispers. "You must be living the dream!"
Gevanni grinned cheekily at his accomplishment. He knew he'd bring home gold, the minute he laid eyes on the kid when he'd seen him on the streets.
"Halle," Rester says from across the room before standing for the very rough looking blonde woman. "I'm glad you're here. I brought Misa."
Something in the kitchen fell. Near was thankful that it sounded like silver and not glass. Clearly, this one doesn't get it. So much for thinking she's a pro, she's probably just shy because she's a clutz. Gevanni would never be frustrated with performance, well, his work performance. He's still gently trying to persuade entrance into him beyond that little power display two days ago.
Near, again, is followed into the kitchen by another servant. This one is female as well, with short black hair, and an elegant posture about her. Misa, as he's come to learn the clutz's name, smiled and waved as she seems to know her.
"I'm Kiyomi Takata." The other woman says politely and bows.
"Hello, Kiyomi. I'm Near." He replies. "Your accent is very thick, how long have you been in the country- if you don't mind my asking?"
The woman blinked as if he'd spoken alien to her. "I've been here for six years since Ms. Linder brought me home."
Nodding, and not suspecting a thing about their behavior, he turns to Misa. Though he knows her name he'd like a more formal introduction. "And you are?"
"Misa Amane. I wanted to be a model, but... well, you know how these things turn out."
Near wondered if he did know how these things turn out, though he hasn't got a clue as to what she's talking about. 'Must be life dreams.' He figures. "Miss Takata, will you please place the steaks in the oven? I have to get the door."
"Yes, of course." Locating the oven, she then reaches just past it for the oven mitts. "He's a strange one." She says casually to Misa.
"Mm. He takes it all very seriously." Her brown gaze meets with her friend's. "He must have been with Mr. Gevanni so long that he thinks he likes it."
"Just like the other one. I guess men are easier to break than women."
"I can imagine, especially when it's another man doing it to you." She looks through the kitchen to Near over at the door, and just out of the corner of her eye she can see Halle Linder. Shuddering, she returns her attention to the greenery on the island counter.
She's had enough of that Amazon's rough ways, and though she can't say no to her owner Rester, she can at least try to stay out of the woman's sexual eye. She likes threesomes and Rester, the bastard, likes to share. Misa would probably be on her back or hands and knees for anyone that wanted to give her a try if it were up to him. She wouldn't be surprised if the kid were next. He probably isn't into girls, a face that cute. No way. But she feels bad for him, because out of all of them... Gevanni can be the worst. Because he pretends to be good and nice and gives you ultimatums, when really, if you don't do as he says... he'll... She can still remember the screams of that boy when Gevanni dragged him off of her because he wanted to take it nice and slow.
They all wound up in these situations in some fucked up way. Promises. A bad situation at home. Vacationing with friends to a new district, just to get ripped away by some damned strong stranger, shipped along to a foreign country where you're forced to be a sex slave! Misa can only image what Near has been through, and how he came to be here.
"May I take your coat, sir?" He asks a man with long hair and a pair of glasses, that he readjusts in order to hide a very lecherous smile.
"You must be Near."
'That voice!'
He remembered those phantom fingers touching him in the bedroom and he cringed when the man's hand lingered against his, thankfully, covered forearm when being handed his coat. The male beside him does the same, although, it should be said that he'd mimed the action since he isn't wearing a coat. Mikami glared at his servant for trying to be cute, then gives him a prompt shove away from the door so another set of guest can come in.
"Welcome. Can I take your coats?"
"Of course. Thank you." The man smiled at him as if approving the color of a car. "This is Judy, she'll be helping you tonight. Please, make good use of her."
"I will." Near walks to the kitchen, gesturing to be followed.
The rich beefy scent is all over the place, and it's just about time for the last 10 minutes of cook time before it's pulled out to rest. The owners are in the living room, and the dolls are in the kitchen; all are chatting and chatting while making introductions to one another. Near felt kind of nice about this little get-together. He wondered if he could hang out with these people whenever he gets bored? They're seeing him, so Gevanni can't really have a problem with it.
"What are you Near to?" Asks the very odd Beyond. "I'm Near to death, she's Near to losing it" He points to Misa. "And she's Near to shutting down," He points to Kiyomi. "And Judy is Nearly gone- sorry Judy but it's the truth" Wagging a finger, he adds. "you're not fooling anyone."
Embarrassed, Judy brushes her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ear and begins filling the plates with the Crab Louie salad. Everyone's been whispering about how her owner is going to replace her. But it can't be true. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here right now.
"I'm not Near anything. My name is simply Near, it's what Gevanni told me."
"Your boss named you?" Now he seemed interested.
"Sort of. 'Near' is what I called myself when I met him, and so he told me that my name is Near."
They all looked at him as though he were insane. So, he further explained.
"I have acute amnesia, I fell while taking out the trash and bumped my head along the way."
"Yikes." They murmur upon recalling the stairs on the way up to the house.
"No wonder you're so hardened," Misa says to herself.
A timer went off over the stove. Near leaves the bizarre conversation of names and walks into the living room. "Dinner."
The guest all locate to the dining room, where their servant pulls out the chair for them. After they sit, the 'helpers' get to work with serving the dinner. The salad was received well; who doesn't like Dungeness crab in the summer with a mix of hard boiled eggs, tomato, iceberg lettuce, asparagus dressed with a mayonnaise base dressing with chili sauce, olives, and green onion. He constantly heard compliments aimed at him, though not meant for him to hear since they spoke quietly. He felt good hearing it, sort of. He wanted to look good for Gevanni's friends, and it seems that he is.
The next course came and it consists of sirloin steak with a smudge of chive butter, sweet potato mash, and full cap mushrooms on the side. The servants had time to talk while the guest chewed through the meal.
"Can I ask you guys something?" He's at the sink, washing the pans. "Are there rooms you aren't allowed to go in?"
"They tell us all kinds of things that we aren't supposed to do." Says Kiyomi, her arms are folded just below her breast. She looks very uncomfortable.
"I see." He replied. 'At least it's normal. I'm starting to get paranoid over that basement.' He glances over his shoulder at the door. 'Its like something down there wants for me to see it. But that's ridiculous... there's nothing down there but boxes.' Changing the subject, he asks. "So, are you all homeless as well? Or did you apply for the job?"
The other dolls look each other over wondering what this kid was on. Does he seriously have no clue about them? Is he seriously just the butler- granted- he's young as Hell, and possibly breaking the child labor law. But one has to wonder. It would explain why they've been let out of the house anyway. They're either in the company of their own kind or with someone who doesn't have a clue. Lucky bastard.
"I wound up with Mikami because I had nowhere to turn to... My Mother died in a train derailing when I was eleven. When we went to see her R.I.P a couple years later, my Dad got his head caved in by some punks on the street, all while I watched from behind a dumpster. I panicked and wound up chased onto a train by the men who did it. That's how I got here, in Chicago." Beyond paused a moment, then locked eyes with Near. "I stepped off the train and began screaming yak tse mohlo statysya! I hate this life! I hate everything!"
They all imagined the little immigrant stepping off a train he'd never meant to get on, and finding himself in the strange new city... alone and hurting.
"I wandered, not sure what the Hell anyone was saying... then I came across Mikami."
His cherry wood gaze was piercing Near straight through his soul, but he couldn't look away. It's not grateful to have been found, Beyond's eyes, they're stark raving mad! But why? Doesn't Mikami provide him a place to stay, food to eat? Looking at him, all of them, they are unhealthy on the thin side. He recalled being thin himself when he woke up on the couch a while back. He's missing something. And he needs to know what that something is.
"I didn't understand his smiling face, but I understood food. I don't know how long I was on that train, but by the end of it I was ready to eat roaches if need be."
"Near, I was wondering if I could have some more wine," Mikami asks.
His voice remained at a normal tone, but with the way the 4 listeners jumped out of their skin you'd swear he'd shouted.
"I'll get it, Mr. Mikami," Kiyomi says with a bow, before tottering off for the bottle of wine across the kitchen.
"Thank you." He says while the glass is being refilled. "Very sloppy that I had to come in here for it. You should all be inside the dining room waiting for instructions."
"Yes, Mr. Mikami." The women say before removing themselves from the kitchen.
Near tried not to notice the near death grip the man has beneath Beyond's chin, while his index finger gently strokes the male's jaw. "Telling stories again Beyond?"
"Yes. Just stories." He looks up at the man- as if he had a choice, with the way Mikami is holding his head back.
"Right. Go in the dining room."
"Yes." He scampers away.
Uncomfortable, Near slowly plates the dessert; a fluffy choux à la crème with chocolate and vanilla swirled cream. He's hoping his busy posture will make the handsy male leave, but he got no such luck.
He actually voiced his hitting the counter, Mikami had pressed into him from behind with a sudden rush. Near can feel his package pressing tellingly against his lower back. He coached himself to remain calm, to ignore it, turn then leave. But again, luck seemed to be standing aside because Mikami upped-the-ante.
His hand glides down from Near's shoulder along his extended arm where it rests comfortably on his hand. The size was obvious as he laced their fingers together over and over; swaying from side to side.
"You know, your looks are quite..." He searched for the right wording while running Near's fingers tips through one of the pastry's creamy filling. "exotic. I've never seen anyone like you before." He leans over him to smell his hair. "You'd look so much better working under me. You'd be happier too, paid well. Name your price."
"I'm just fine working for Gevanni." And he couldn't stand the way Mikami had started that sentence.
Near tries jerking his hand away, but its elevated up and over so that Mikami can lick away the cream, and he was sure to exaggeratedly suck the tip of the teen's slender finger before lowering the hand.
"It's delicious, just like the rest of the meal."
And why did it sound like 'It's delicious, just like you′ to Near?
Moving the abducted hand to the teen's lips, he says seductively. "Here. Try some."
Near popped the back of his head against Mikami's firm chest while trying to avoid being touched with his iced, and sullied fingers. He moves his head from left to right but only wound up getting a mess smeared on his face.
"Does Gevanni know you're doing this?" He struggles to be unpinned.
"We share services all the time."
"Not this time, Teru." Came his bosses voice, though, with the tone used the man was clearly speaking as the teen's lover this time.
Near fled to the other side of the kitchen. He can still feel the man's slithering touch.
"I was only offering employment under me, he can still be your boyfriend," Mikami smiled slyly.
"Not gonna happen, Teru. Now go back into the dining room and behave... the night is almost over, don't spoil it."
"Whatever." He says playfully, but to Near he smiles. "Just think about my offer."
"Near stays with me, I found him first." He slips an arm around his friend's shoulder to steer him from the kitchen, and over his shoulder, he cast his lover an apologetic look.
Settling his nerves, Near continues filling the plates with pastries only now he has shaking hands. The sooner they have dessert, the sooner they leave.
That shook me in two ways. One being that they spoke about me like I was a piece of furniture, ready to be U-Hauled to the wealthiest destination and that angered me, sickened me, and made me weary of both of them... but, the other thing that shook me is that Gevanni stuck by my side while everyone talked over coffee. ...He was protective and, after being groped by that dirty old pervert, having Gevanni care like that made me feel like I was ready to be with him. And that night, I gave myself to him completely.
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Trans: yak tse mohlo statysya! How could this happen! In my head, Beyond would be from Ukraine because he speaks in a choppy halting way, at least to me. ^_^

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