A Third Life

A/N: I'd like to thank my new beta, Laienzoi. You are win.

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It had taken him forever to pick out an outfit for Kunzite, but in the end Zoisite had selected a loose fitting green top with a low V neckline and a pair of tight black pants. He let his hair down and had worked on it for almost on hour. Some of the girls joked that he put more products in his hair than they did. He also wore his favourite earrings, a pair of plain green studs.

He was the last of the workers to find a place to sit in the lobby before they opened their doors. The girls smiled knowingly at him as he sat beside Yuki, a perky blonde and the youngest of the girls. She seemed as excited for him as he felt himself.

The doors were unlocked at nine o'clock on the dot, but to Zoisite's disappointment, Kunzite didn't walk in right away. He bit his lower lip nervously and looked down at the floor. Kunzite had said that he was going to be here, so he would be here, right? He knew it was important to arrive early or else...

The door opened and Zoisite's eyes shot up from the floor expectantly, but it was not Kunzite that walked in the door. Yuki gasped and then covered her mouth and Zoisite's heart fell when he saw who it was.

Two men walked in; Zoisite thought that they might have been brothers, but he didn't know and certainly had never asked. They were regulars, and they were here for him.

“Ah, well, aren't you all prettied up today?” the first one, Yuuto, said. “Were you expecting us?”

As if on cue, Mama-san stepped forward and blocked the two men from going any further. The house had had problems with them in the past. They often tried to get out of their fees, or they would bend or break conduct rules laid out for them. They were on their last warning, and had been given too many in Zoisite's opinion, but the fact of the matter was that they were the highest paying regulars that they had.

“All of it, right now,” the madam said, holding out her hand for the required fee.

Hiroshi rolled his eyes and Yuuto pulled the money out of his wallet. They paid more than double what a normal fee would cost, because if their repeated warnings, and because servicing two men at once was no easy task.

Mama-san counted the money and Zoisite silently prayed that it was not enough. Unfortunately his prayers were not answered and she turned and gestured that he was to do his job.

Slowly Zoisite got to his feet and stepped forward. He cast one last look at the door, hoping the Kunzite would step through and save him from this, but he had no such luck.

“You don't look thrilled to see us,” Hiroshi said sarcastically, giving Zoisite a slap on the ass as he walked by.

Zoisite clenched his teeth and the made eye contact with Mama-san. She pointed towards the surveillance room and Zoisite nodded. Each of the bedrooms had full video and audio surveillance, just in case questionable clients showed up. Normally she would allow her workers their privacy, but Zoisite preferred that she would keep an eye on things and would break things up if it got too rough.

“Come on now you little slut, let's get moving,” Yuuto said from behind him. Taking a deep breath Zoisite led them up the stairs and to the bedroom.

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He didn't have to ask them how they wanted him dressed, he knew. It was always the same with these two. They liked leather and they liked collars.

Zoisite moved slower than he usually did in getting ready. The skin-tight, sleeveless top that he wore took forever to lace up. The leather thong was uncomfortable. The bands he wore around his wrists were more difficult to fasten than they normally were. The thigh-high leather boots with spiked heels were difficult to walk in, even though he had never had a problem with them before.

Finally when it came to fastening the collar around his neck, his stomach turned at the thought of being leashed by it again. Until now Zoisite had been able to simply tune out most of his surroundings when working. He had never liked these two, but he had been able to deal with them, especially with the significant pay that he would get. But now, he could only think about what Kunzite would think of him for doing this. He wasn't supposed to be working, he was supposed to be spending another night in those warm, strong arms.

One of the brothers banged loudly on the door. “Hurry up in there, bitch! We don't have all night!”

Technically they did, as they were forced to pay for it, but there was one thing Zoisite did like about these two. They always finished quickly. Hopefully that would continue to be true tonight.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out into the room. Yuuto was standing, a familiar leash in his hands, while Hiroshi was sitting on the bed. They both wore leather as well, but were much more covered than Zoisite was.

“You know the drill,” Yuuto said as he stepped towards Zoisite.

Indeed he did. Swallowing difficultly, Zoisite sank to his knees while Yuuto attached the leash. Soon he was lead over to the bed, forced to crawl on all fours. A ridiculous grin was plastered all over Hiroshi's face when Zoisite came to rest in front of him. Hiroshi reached out and grabbed Zoisite's chin, forcing the young man to look him in the eye.

“He doesn't seem to want to work tonight, Yuuto,” Hiroshi commented.

“I would have to agree, and he was all dressed up nice earlier too. Makes you think he was waiting for someone in particular. Were you?”

“No, sir,” Zoisite answered on command.

“Well, whether you were or not, you're our whore for the night, so why don't you get a start on Hiroshi? And start to like it already.”

Normally Zoisite didn't have a problem with acting his role, pretending to enjoy every minute of whatever act he was to perform, or in some cases, pretending to not want it. But now he couldn't even fake it. He moved slowly, hating every second of it.

He unfastened the black pants the Hiroshi wore and pulled out the man's limp cock. Zoisite began to robotically jerk the other man, trying to work him into an erection.

“Just suck it already,” Hiroshi ordered. He grabbed a fist full of coppery curls and pushed Zoisite's face into his crotch, forcing himself into his mouth.

Zoisite felt the need to vomit at this moment. Tears formed in his eyes and his head was forced to bob up and down, a hardening cock slowly beginning to take up more and more room in his mouth.

“He's doing such a half-assed job tonight,” Hiroshi commented, and pushed Zoisite away. “I want his ass.”

“You had it last time,” Yuuto argued. “It's my turn.”

“Last time hardly even counted. The old bitch broke it off too fast.”

“And whose fault was that?”

Zoisite just stared at the floor while they argued about which orifice in his body they would each assault. It didn't matter to him who won, they were both equally disgusting.

He hadn't even been aware that he had been given orders until the leash was pulled roughly. “Are you listening, bitch? I told you to get on the bed.” Without further warning, Yuuto grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed forcefully. Zoisite landed on his stomach and quickly scampered to his knees.

Hiroshi sat at the head of the bed, his hard cock still hanging out of his pants. Yuuto pushed him toward it, and Zoisite figured that Yuuto must have won the argument. Zoisite returned to sucking off Hiroshi while he presented his ass to Yuuto.

The thong he wore was designed to break away, and it was a good thing too because Yuuto ripped it off with some force. He wasted no time in sticking two fingers inside Zoisite.

It took everything Zoisite could do to stop himself from biting down, Yuuto never did use enough lube. Slowly the pain in his rear began to subside, or at very least didn't get much worse as Yuuto stretched him quickly to accommodate his own manhood.

The sooner he got both men off, the better. If he focused on that, everything would be over quickly, but he couldn't focus. He could only hear Kunzite's voice in his head, telling him how disgusted he was with all of this. Zoisite grunted when Yuuto pushed his cock into his ass, and he paused in pleasuring Hiroshi for a moment.

A moment too long. Hiroshi grabbed his hair and pushed his head down. Zoisite gagged on the length, not ready for all of him so quickly. “You're not making this worth while, whore,” Hiroshi spat at him.

Zoisite closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the words they were using to describe him. Whore, slut, bitch, they were all words he was used to, and even used them to describe himself on occasion. Now they disturbed him. This wasn't who he was supposed to be.

“I want him on his back,” Hiroshi said suddenly, pushing Zoisite's head away from his member. Zoisite was grateful for the breather, but was soon flipped over on his back. Yuuto was back inside him in an instant and Hiroshi straddled his chest, holding his own erection in Zoisite's face. Zoisite opened his mouth to accommodate the cock once more, and it was shoved roughly inside again.

Thankfully, Hiroshi wasn't going to make it much longer. Soon he had pulled himself out and began jerking himself. “I'm going to come on his pretty little face,” he announced, as if Yuuto cared in the least.

This was another part of the job that Zoisite had been fine with until recently. Some of his clients got off on that sort of thing, and it was only a matter of showering later, but now he couldn't help but close his eyes and turn his head away.

Hiroshi grabbed his chin with his free hand and held his head in place. “Look at me, you stupid bitch.”

Zoisite tried to open his eyes, but they closed again on reflex when Hiroshi's semen splashed on his nose and chin. He could feel the fluid slowly dripping down his face.

“Pathetic,” Hiroshi commented, finally climbing off the bed to let Yuuto finish. “You should come on his face too, make sure you get some in his hair.”

“I'll come where and when I fucking feel like it,” Yuuto retorted, obviously growing tired of Hiroshi's chatter.

He picked up the pace, and as he slammed into Zoisite, Zoisite was fighting a wave of tears. 'How could Kunzite-sama want me after all this?'

It took a few more minutes, but Yuuto finally came as well. Zoisite was actually somewhat relieved that he had chosen to stay in his ass instead of taking Hiroshi's advice.

The pair dressed and left quickly right after. Hiroshi complained and Yuuto commented that “a fuck is still a fuck.”

When the door closed behind them Zoisite began bawling. He didn't want to be here any more, he didn't want to do these disgusting things any more. He curled up into a ball on the bed and cried.