Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Diagnosing an Inevitable Whore ❯ Reaching out to a Whore ( Chapter 3 )
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By: AliceStrangely 
Leon goes undercover to confront the forever stubborn Roxas. But prehaps this time, he's starting to see things a bit clearer.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.22.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
Leon goes undercover to confront the forever stubborn Roxas. But prehaps this time, he's starting to see things a bit clearer.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.22.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own KH or FF in any way shape or form.
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CHAPTER 3: Reaching out to a Whore
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“We open in 10 minutes! Get those corsets tied tighter!” Xemnas screamed in the changing room in the back of the bar. A blue haired man trailed behind him orange eyes looking down to the ground as the sliver haired man took a firm grip on his ass, as they walked away down the hall.
“Yeah Yeah, heard ya the 8th time.” Marluxia muttered as he put a heeled foot on the small of Roxas’s back two black lace strands in either hand. The boy was bracing himself in front of the mirror. “You ready Nam?” Marluxia asked taking a firm grip on the lace. The teen could only nod as he focused on breathing. “Okay on three. One-” The Minx pulled with all his strength to tighten the snowy white corsets, as the blonde let out a low groan as his insides were piled on top of each other.
Marluxia quickly tied a tight bow and slapped the teen’s ass, “There ya go! All fit and trim.” Roxas let out a slow take of air as he turned and sat on a small zebra pattern stool, slipping on his ivory heels over ebony stockings.
“I don’t see why we have to wear corsets anyway.” He mumbled. Marluxia smirked and started to apply his make up in the mirror, not a lot just enough to make him sparkle and shine. “This is a fine drinking establishment Nami. Not only do men come to drown their worries away they get to do it alongside a fine piece of arm candy. Men like to get drunk with pretty things, why do you think Axel calls you over to his place constantly?”
Roxas began to add his hair accessory his boss had purchased for him, a pair of black chopsticks that was tied delicately with fine magnolia ribbons that ended with a large black top bow and a white bottom bow that scaled down his face. “I don’t know Marly? Maybe cuz he loves me?”
The pink man scoffed as he finished his make up, “More like he loves to bang you.” Blue eyes glared at the older man. “You’re just jealous.”
The Minx pursed his raspberry lips turning sharply to the boy, “Oh, yes Rox, I’m sooo jealous of a grade schooler acting as Axel’s personal bitch!” Roxas stood with an armed raised ready to sock the offending man but was stopped by Demyx. “Whoa there Nami, easy on the fire power. Boss won’t be too happy if you mangle the merchandise.” He gave a cheesy grin as he ruffled the blonde spikes.
“Cut it out Dem! I just did my hair.” Roxas slapped artistic fingers away from one of the most prized things about himself. The mullet boy, dress in tight leather thong and sky blue corsets sniggered as he slapped Marluxia’s bare ass playfully. The Minx glared at the energetic boy but ignored it, when it was out there he couldn’t blame him for hitting it.
“What are you gonna do about your face Nami?” Demyx pointed a finger at the many bandages on the teen’s face. Blonde brows furrowed in thought. “I don’t know. It’s worst underneath it.” When Xemnas had seen his face he raised his hand to strike him but realized that wouldn’t make the situation better and told him he better take care of it.
Just then Zexion peeked into the room with a makeup kit, dressed in his black and gray corset combination, his large kimono like robe all workers had to wear outside the changing rooms already draped invitingly on his pale arms.
“Zexy!” Demxy glomped the pretty man who only shoved the mullet boy to the side as he walked into the room made up eyes honed in on the roughed up child. “Roxas. Xemnas asked me to perform your makeup, so those atrocities would not be revealed.”
Roxas frowned. Did he have to call them atrocities? He rolled his blue eyes mumbling a whatever as he took his seat back on the zebra print tilting his face upwards for Zexion to work his magic.
Roxas had only be working in the bar for a good 2 or three years. Opportunity called out to him after his brother left the establishment, finally getting adopted by a benefactor. Cloud Strife, his brother, was being taken care of well enough, unlike his brother who also lived with the benefactor. When he had bought Cloud, he wasn’t expecting to take care of some kid too.
So, Roxas took on his brother’s old position to past the time and earn some cash.
Zexion applied thick coats of cover up and blush on the boy’s face. Not too much so it looked caked on, but not too little so the black and blue smears could show through neither.
Taking a look at his perfection, Zexion nodded that he was finished and pleased with the result.
“Showtime Guys and Dolls! We’re opening the doors!” Axel called down the long hall. “Put your robes on! Quickly!”
The men in the room scrambled for final adjustments as they drape their designated robes over their revealing clothing. Each lined up single file as the girls from down the hall parade past. Roxas Sighed, another late night.
****
Leon followed his son’s directions to the particular bar entitled: Nobody’s Home. He frowned at the slight pun as he saw the long line of awaiting men, and some woman in line. He stood behind a tall pale woman with short spiked silver hair. “Excuse me?”
The woman turned around to look the stormy eyed man in the face, a scowl on her features. “What?”
Was that attitude in her voice or was it just him? “Can you tell me a little about this place?”
The woman contemplated it. Should she tell him about the place, after all if he didn’t know where he was why the hell was he standing in line.
After several moments Leon began to ask the man behind him when the gothic woman spoke, “It’s a bar where you get to drink and be entertained by the men and woman.”
Leon furrowed his brows, “Like a geisha?”
She shrugged her pale shoulders, “I guess you could say that. Only you can bang’em if you choose.”
So they were courtesans, if anything. The doctor took a look up and down the line at the men and woman, each holding a wrapped gift in their hands. “What are they carrying?” Leon asked noticing the stoic woman in front of him also carried a bouquet of flowers in the embrace of a teddy bear. “What do they look like, their gifts!” She was being to lose her patience.
She sighed as she answered the man’s next question, “These are some high class people and if you want to get in their pants the chances increase if you can ‘sweet talk’ them. Not to mention it’s only polite.”
Shit. Leon didn’t have anything to give the boy, if he did get him that is. The doors opened and a tall man with black dreads stepped out with a clipboard blocking the entrance. Leon frantically patted his pockets looking for something to spare his ‘client’.
The woman saw the frantic looking man and rolled her red eyes, handing him 3 of her flowers. “thank you…er?”
“Paine.”
“Thank you Paine. I’m Leon.”
She snuffed as she got to the front of the line. The man in the line looked up at the familiar face and grinned, “Back for another go around with Rikku I see.”
“Whatever.”
The large black clad man scribbled something on his board before permitting Paine inside. Leon shuffled forward. The tag on the man’s shirt read Xaldin. “Name?”
Leon looked up at the large bouncer, “Christopher Marx.” There was no way he was going to give his real name to some strange guy to keep tabs that he entered a fucking whorehouse. “Escort for the night?”
“Roxas Strife.”
Xaldin grinned. “Everyone seems to want a piece of him tonight. People love to fuck kids nowadays it seems.” He tore off the sheet of paper he had been writing on putting on a cocky grin as he handed it to the glaring doctor. “I’m afraid there’s a hour and a half wait for that particular escort.”
‘Christopher’ grimaced at the paper signed for eleven o’clock. What was this child doing here. Not too, mention why wasn’t he home, instead of doing God knows what in all hours of the night. Xaldin shifted his large frame to let the man gain entry, “You may enjoy the bar as you wait, if you’d like.”
The doctor nodded stepping into the surprisingly bright and festive room. The décor was a golden yellow with Red plush seating lining the walls. Dozens of chandeliers dangling from the skies, their crystals shimming in the light, making everything look wondrous and pleasing to the eyes. Leon looked around to see many man enjoying the company of male and female partnership who were doused in make up and revealing clothing.
They did look like Geisha to some extent, only more sluttish and naughty.
Located in the center of the room sat a large bar, bottles of all sorts displayed in the Oakwood behind the matching counter. Leon took a seat as a fiery red bartender crept up. “Evenin’ sir, what could I get you tonight?” he had a cat like grin and tattoos under his emerald eyes. His flaming hair pulled back in a ponytail, to look distinguished in his uniform. This must be the man Sora was talking about.
“A scotch on the rocks.” Leon responded. The bartender nodded as he prepared the drink. “So, who are you waiting on?” The talented red head asked.
“Roxas Strife.”
The man whistled as he slid Leon his drink in a crystal glass. “Roxy huh? Nice one. He won’t disappoint.”
The doctor sipped the strong liquor, “You know him then?”
“Ah yeah. Me and Rox go way back. Good kid. Good fuck.” He sniggered at his own joke a he polished a glass with a white rag. “You’ve had intercourse with him?” Leon asked.
“Intercourse? Nah, man, I fucked him.”
Gray eyes rolled at the dumb downed version of his words. “Really?”
“Yep. I know just about everything about the kid. Use to hang out with his bro long time ago.”
“He has a brother?”
Just then a pink haired man in white and red corsets with matching stockings and heels came slinky up to the bar. His ass hanging out of his short skirt, “Give me a Red headed Slut Ax.”
“Alright.” The bartender leaned over and kissed the other passionately in front of the blushing Leon who quickly took another hard hit at his drink. When the two parted the worker smirked and rolled his eyes, “That was great Axel, now give me my damn drink!”
The one discovered to be Axel sniggered once more as he mixed the tonic, “Well, aren’t we snippy. You’re not tipsy yet.”
He slid the red liquid at the glamorous man who drank in depth, draining his glass before continuing. “Not even buzzed. All my clients are fucking college lightweights. They get wasted after the third glass of wine.”
“So no ones made it into that tight ass of yours yet?”
“Nope…” his blue eyes connected wit Leon’s stormy ones, a grin curling on his raspberry lips. “At least not yet. Hi, I’m Marluxia.” He extended his hand like a woman would with a slant in the wrist for the other to take and kiss. Leon instead gave it a small shake. “Christopher Marx.”
Marluxia scooted closer to the matured gentlemen his hand stoking that still clenched the empty glass. “Christopher…how Sophisticated.”
The older man blushed. “Forget it Marly he’s Escorting Roxy tonight.” The minx frowned and backed off twirling the ice cubes in his glass, “I don’t even see why Roxas is even allowed to work here. He only got the spot cuz they think he’ll be as good as his bro.”
“His brother worked here?”
The two employers looked at the doctor, “Of course! Cloud Strife is a legend around here. One of the prettiest and graceful workers ever to grace Xemnas’s door.” Marluxia flipped his hair.
So Roxas had a brother who worked here once upon a time. Apparently one of the greatest. Perhaps Roxas was acting out to become like his brother. “Tell me, what happened to him?”
“Cloud? He got a benefactor. He’s living the viva loca now!” Axel chuckled as he fixed another Red headed slut to the promiscuous man in front of him.
Just then the blonde boy approached the bar, his hair slightly messed up. His robe hiding a large bruise on his neck. “Hey look who it is. Hey Nami! Nice hickey.”
Roxas rolled his eyes, “I told him no marks.” He took a seat at the bar and kissed the bartender tenderly on the lips, the other courtesan rolled his eyes at the sight. Roxas looked over at Leon, “Are you waiting for your escort?”
“Yeah, says here I’m timed for eleven o’clock.”
The teen trailed his eyes up and down the man, undressing him with his eyes. The feeling of a child checking him out made Leon feel a tad uncomfortable. “Ah yeah? Who you choose?”
“You.”
*****
After the exploded laughter of Axel and Christopher left his pay on the counter Roxas took the man to his quarters, passing by various people enjoying their services. Some taking it slow enjoying the atmosphere and their clients company, while others were drunk off their ass grabbing frisky men and women and using degrading comments and messy kisses on open flesh.
As the blonde led the doctor further and further into the rather large bar he noticed a blonde haired mullet boy drunk out of his mind playing a song on a electric blue sitar. His words were slurred and his music was messy but the crowd he was entertaining cheered like mad, pouring him another drink.
Roxas slid open a door leading into a black and white room. Ivory walls scaling down before fading into black stripes toward the bottom where it bled into a deep solid Ebony across the floor. Two white pillows lay across from one another on the ground a bottle of expensive looking wine sat in between, crystal glasses on either side.
The boy extended his hand toward the man, “Payment please.” Leon looked at the boy like he was crazy but sighed reaching into his pocket. He couldn’t expect services to be free. “How much?” “250.”
“250!!”
The gesturing hand did not back down. Leon gave another defeated sign as he fished out three Benjamins. “Do you have change for three hundred?”
“No.” The blonde responded stuffing the cash in his corsets, ignoring the pissed expression of the older gentlemen.
Sighing Leon took a seat across the lovely looking boy who removed his robe exposing his revealing outfit. “Er, Roxas…I’m not scheduled for this time.”
Wine was poured into the two glasses, “So. You’re cute and I’m signed for you. Who cares who I serve first.” He handed the translucent wine toward the nervous man. Roxas noticed this and grinned as he took a dainty sip, “Why are you nervous? Don’t tell me a cutey like you is a virgin.”
“No no. Oh!” The man handed the blonde the pathetic and now wilted looking flowers. The courtesan looked at the ‘bouquet’ for a moment, trying to decipher if the man was serious or not. He was. He took the flowers politely setting them beside him, “This is the cheapest gift I’ve ever gotten. There is no way you are getting anything from me.”
“Good. I don’t want anything from you. Just your time for a little while.”
Roxas cocked a brow. “My name is not Christopher Marx, its actually Leon Leonhart and I’m hear to ask you to please let me help you.”
“Leonhart?” He’s eyes narrowed and his lips scowled. “Your Sora’s father aren’t you?”
He nodded. The blonde growled in frustration. “Why the Hell don’t you people get it! I don’t need help!” He took a long deep sip from the poison in his hand.
“Really? You honestly say you don’t need help? Look at you! You a minor consuming bottles of alcohol and flirty with men old enough to be your father!”
Rage. The key element to win over those who refuse to listen. When compassion and understanding don’t do dilly shit, anger and frustration were the next best thing. Blue eyes glared at the burnet, “Fuck you!”
“Roxas I won’t lecture you like my son has been doing. You are not my son, and quite frankly I shouldn’t give a rats ass about what you do. “ The doctors fist clenched as he thought of his son’s sad and worried eyes, “But every time I look at your mug I think of my own son. I can’t let him down. I don‘t want to let you down”
The blonde didn’t say anything.
“If you keep this up the most that will come out of it will be you contracting some kind of HIV or STD while you’re kidneys shut down from the obsessive drinking. Or maybe you’ll just pass out and choke on your vomit like every other kid like you. Who thinks acting grown up will magically make you so.”
Retrieving his wallet the grown up took out a white card and flicked it at the peeved child who sulked on the pillow.
“If you ever bore of becoming the first child prostitute and joke of the island, call me. I’ll be looking forward to your phone call.”
With that the man left satisfied with his speech. He didn’t hope the youth would call. He knew he would.
*****
Roxas twirled the half finished wine in his hands soaking up the lecture he had just received. Did he really need help? People did look at him differently but he always assumed they were good looks. Looks that read, ‘Wow look at the pretty boy walking past.’ But as he grew older he realized they were more along the lines of, ‘What the fuck is that kid doing wearing that?’ All the boy wanted was attention. Good attention.
His eyes clouded with sadness as his door was opened wide a peeved Xemnas looking about finding no client.
“What the hell is this? Did I say you could laze about and drink to your own content? You have clients demanding to see you.”
“Can you give me a moment Superior? I have a lot on my mind.”
The sliver haired man gave a bewildered look, “You have a lot on you mind? Well boo, fucking hoo! That’s not my problem! These men have already paid in full for your services!”
An idea flashed across the boss face and twisted into a grin of ill humor, “You know what, why make all your clients wait…I’ll just them all come to see you.”
Roxas’s blurry eyes looked up in panic, “Sir, please don’t! I-I can’t handle that many people at once-”
“You’ll be fine. I’m sure your do a beautiful job.” He turned so yellow eyes could hone into terrified blue ones, “You brother just fine when he was here, I expect nothing less from you.”
As the boss opened the door wider he revealed men of various ages lining up watching and waiting to get a piece of the boy. Before he departed Xemnas graced the boy with a sick grin, as he flipped his long locks and walked away. And like a gang of horny wolfs the men flooded the room and attacked.
****
By the time Leon got home the lights in his home were already shut off. Sora was probably asleep. Leon didn’t blame him, it was at least 2 in the morning. He groaned as the turned the key thinking about the court papers he still had to fill out. This was precisely why he and Rinoa split, she gave him a head ache.
Once the tired doctor stepped into his home he noticed the soft hum of the tv and the glow of the screen reflecting on the dark walls. He stepped into the family room to find Sora cuddled close to Riku, both in boxers with food and drink everywhere.
Leon smiled. Sora always did hate being alone. He gently shook his drooling son’s shoulder, “Sor, Sora. I’m home. Why don’t you go to your room and sleep?”
He got a grumble of a response as the teen snuggled closer to his boyfriends frame. The father sighed and tried the older boy, “Riku. Hey, Ri.”
Green spheres slowly opened and slid over to the man, “Do you think you could get Sora in his bed?” The older boy mumbled something as he lifted the small frame bridal style as they scaled the stairs to his bedroom.
The burnet shook his mane. Kids.
*****
“Oh, come on Roxas do me too!” The large man shoved his dick in the teen’s already occupied face. Roxas took the small length in his slippery hands pumping it while doing the same act with the penis on his right, all while sucking off the man in front of him and bouncing on the hips of the man below him.
There were at least 7 occupants in the small room all horny and naked as they tried to get their fulfillment out of the small child. Roxas disconnected his mouth from the skinny member and groaned as the man underneath him masturbated his limp penis.
They were close. All of them were so close. Why the fuck weren’t they coming!? Roxas began to nip and lick the balls of the man in front of him as the other three that surround him continued to jack off at the sight. Finally the ‘headmaster’ came with a grunt, the blonde taking the length out of his mouth just in time to catch the seed on his face and chest. One of the waiting men pushed the finished man out the way and thrust his prize into the exhausted mouth.
Slowly but surely the man beneath Roxas’s gyrating hips spilled into his hole. He lifted the boy’s body off of him as he rolled out, another man taking his place. The thrusting were much harsher and quicker than the first. The courtesan’s moans came out in vibrations, that made the men speed their impeding orgasm along.
One after the other the men ejaculated on the poor child soaking his sweaty body in their essences, the man below erupting like a sex volcano deep within the pit. He rolled from underneath the boy panting lightly as the escort lay in a used and broken mess on the floor. All that came in gave their apologize for the mess and tipped the boy heavily. The bills fluttering to the floor as they all departed once dressed.
Roxas lay there quivering, the seed in his nether regions slowly dripping from the widened hole on to the floor. His clothes and robe lay in a pile on the other side of the room, forgotten in the ruckus of the child’s first gangbang.
What was he doing here? The men all said they ‘loved him‘, were ‘loving this’ lavish his young hearts with candies and electronics to win his heart but it wasn’t true. This wasn’t love, was it? Roxas wasn’t sure because he never knew love. Well, besides Axel’s.
The white card that the false ‘Christopher Marx’ left behind stayed in the same position on the floor above the misguided boy’s head. A shaky hand reached for it and saw LEON LEONHART in gold letters with his phone number at the bottom.
Just then the door slid open to reveal a still buzzed and messily dressed Demyx in his street clothes grinning like a fool. “Nami! Nami! We’re all going over to Axey’s place to party! You wanna-”
Brown eyes looked unto the crying boy upon the floor. Scared for the worst the mullet man stumbled over to the teen grimacing at all the cum that clung on his body. “Nam, what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Sad blue eyes looked into worried hazel ones. Tears trailing down his tainted angelic face, “Demy……I need help…”
******
CHAPTER 3: Reaching out to a Whore: END
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AS: Chapter three up and loaded! Confused yet? I promise this will get better and more will be explained. Don’t you just love a drunk Demy tho? And Axel as a sexy bartender~ Oh la la! Review plz! Let me know what’s on your mind.
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CHAPTER 3: Reaching out to a Whore
*****
“We open in 10 minutes! Get those corsets tied tighter!” Xemnas screamed in the changing room in the back of the bar. A blue haired man trailed behind him orange eyes looking down to the ground as the sliver haired man took a firm grip on his ass, as they walked away down the hall.
“Yeah Yeah, heard ya the 8th time.” Marluxia muttered as he put a heeled foot on the small of Roxas’s back two black lace strands in either hand. The boy was bracing himself in front of the mirror. “You ready Nam?” Marluxia asked taking a firm grip on the lace. The teen could only nod as he focused on breathing. “Okay on three. One-” The Minx pulled with all his strength to tighten the snowy white corsets, as the blonde let out a low groan as his insides were piled on top of each other.
Marluxia quickly tied a tight bow and slapped the teen’s ass, “There ya go! All fit and trim.” Roxas let out a slow take of air as he turned and sat on a small zebra pattern stool, slipping on his ivory heels over ebony stockings.
“I don’t see why we have to wear corsets anyway.” He mumbled. Marluxia smirked and started to apply his make up in the mirror, not a lot just enough to make him sparkle and shine. “This is a fine drinking establishment Nami. Not only do men come to drown their worries away they get to do it alongside a fine piece of arm candy. Men like to get drunk with pretty things, why do you think Axel calls you over to his place constantly?”
Roxas began to add his hair accessory his boss had purchased for him, a pair of black chopsticks that was tied delicately with fine magnolia ribbons that ended with a large black top bow and a white bottom bow that scaled down his face. “I don’t know Marly? Maybe cuz he loves me?”
The pink man scoffed as he finished his make up, “More like he loves to bang you.” Blue eyes glared at the older man. “You’re just jealous.”
The Minx pursed his raspberry lips turning sharply to the boy, “Oh, yes Rox, I’m sooo jealous of a grade schooler acting as Axel’s personal bitch!” Roxas stood with an armed raised ready to sock the offending man but was stopped by Demyx. “Whoa there Nami, easy on the fire power. Boss won’t be too happy if you mangle the merchandise.” He gave a cheesy grin as he ruffled the blonde spikes.
“Cut it out Dem! I just did my hair.” Roxas slapped artistic fingers away from one of the most prized things about himself. The mullet boy, dress in tight leather thong and sky blue corsets sniggered as he slapped Marluxia’s bare ass playfully. The Minx glared at the energetic boy but ignored it, when it was out there he couldn’t blame him for hitting it.
“What are you gonna do about your face Nami?” Demyx pointed a finger at the many bandages on the teen’s face. Blonde brows furrowed in thought. “I don’t know. It’s worst underneath it.” When Xemnas had seen his face he raised his hand to strike him but realized that wouldn’t make the situation better and told him he better take care of it.
Just then Zexion peeked into the room with a makeup kit, dressed in his black and gray corset combination, his large kimono like robe all workers had to wear outside the changing rooms already draped invitingly on his pale arms.
“Zexy!” Demxy glomped the pretty man who only shoved the mullet boy to the side as he walked into the room made up eyes honed in on the roughed up child. “Roxas. Xemnas asked me to perform your makeup, so those atrocities would not be revealed.”
Roxas frowned. Did he have to call them atrocities? He rolled his blue eyes mumbling a whatever as he took his seat back on the zebra print tilting his face upwards for Zexion to work his magic.
Roxas had only be working in the bar for a good 2 or three years. Opportunity called out to him after his brother left the establishment, finally getting adopted by a benefactor. Cloud Strife, his brother, was being taken care of well enough, unlike his brother who also lived with the benefactor. When he had bought Cloud, he wasn’t expecting to take care of some kid too.
So, Roxas took on his brother’s old position to past the time and earn some cash.
Zexion applied thick coats of cover up and blush on the boy’s face. Not too much so it looked caked on, but not too little so the black and blue smears could show through neither.
Taking a look at his perfection, Zexion nodded that he was finished and pleased with the result.
“Showtime Guys and Dolls! We’re opening the doors!” Axel called down the long hall. “Put your robes on! Quickly!”
The men in the room scrambled for final adjustments as they drape their designated robes over their revealing clothing. Each lined up single file as the girls from down the hall parade past. Roxas Sighed, another late night.
****
Leon followed his son’s directions to the particular bar entitled: Nobody’s Home. He frowned at the slight pun as he saw the long line of awaiting men, and some woman in line. He stood behind a tall pale woman with short spiked silver hair. “Excuse me?”
The woman turned around to look the stormy eyed man in the face, a scowl on her features. “What?”
Was that attitude in her voice or was it just him? “Can you tell me a little about this place?”
The woman contemplated it. Should she tell him about the place, after all if he didn’t know where he was why the hell was he standing in line.
After several moments Leon began to ask the man behind him when the gothic woman spoke, “It’s a bar where you get to drink and be entertained by the men and woman.”
Leon furrowed his brows, “Like a geisha?”
She shrugged her pale shoulders, “I guess you could say that. Only you can bang’em if you choose.”
So they were courtesans, if anything. The doctor took a look up and down the line at the men and woman, each holding a wrapped gift in their hands. “What are they carrying?” Leon asked noticing the stoic woman in front of him also carried a bouquet of flowers in the embrace of a teddy bear. “What do they look like, their gifts!” She was being to lose her patience.
She sighed as she answered the man’s next question, “These are some high class people and if you want to get in their pants the chances increase if you can ‘sweet talk’ them. Not to mention it’s only polite.”
Shit. Leon didn’t have anything to give the boy, if he did get him that is. The doors opened and a tall man with black dreads stepped out with a clipboard blocking the entrance. Leon frantically patted his pockets looking for something to spare his ‘client’.
The woman saw the frantic looking man and rolled her red eyes, handing him 3 of her flowers. “thank you…er?”
“Paine.”
“Thank you Paine. I’m Leon.”
She snuffed as she got to the front of the line. The man in the line looked up at the familiar face and grinned, “Back for another go around with Rikku I see.”
“Whatever.”
The large black clad man scribbled something on his board before permitting Paine inside. Leon shuffled forward. The tag on the man’s shirt read Xaldin. “Name?”
Leon looked up at the large bouncer, “Christopher Marx.” There was no way he was going to give his real name to some strange guy to keep tabs that he entered a fucking whorehouse. “Escort for the night?”
“Roxas Strife.”
Xaldin grinned. “Everyone seems to want a piece of him tonight. People love to fuck kids nowadays it seems.” He tore off the sheet of paper he had been writing on putting on a cocky grin as he handed it to the glaring doctor. “I’m afraid there’s a hour and a half wait for that particular escort.”
‘Christopher’ grimaced at the paper signed for eleven o’clock. What was this child doing here. Not too, mention why wasn’t he home, instead of doing God knows what in all hours of the night. Xaldin shifted his large frame to let the man gain entry, “You may enjoy the bar as you wait, if you’d like.”
The doctor nodded stepping into the surprisingly bright and festive room. The décor was a golden yellow with Red plush seating lining the walls. Dozens of chandeliers dangling from the skies, their crystals shimming in the light, making everything look wondrous and pleasing to the eyes. Leon looked around to see many man enjoying the company of male and female partnership who were doused in make up and revealing clothing.
They did look like Geisha to some extent, only more sluttish and naughty.
Located in the center of the room sat a large bar, bottles of all sorts displayed in the Oakwood behind the matching counter. Leon took a seat as a fiery red bartender crept up. “Evenin’ sir, what could I get you tonight?” he had a cat like grin and tattoos under his emerald eyes. His flaming hair pulled back in a ponytail, to look distinguished in his uniform. This must be the man Sora was talking about.
“A scotch on the rocks.” Leon responded. The bartender nodded as he prepared the drink. “So, who are you waiting on?” The talented red head asked.
“Roxas Strife.”
The man whistled as he slid Leon his drink in a crystal glass. “Roxy huh? Nice one. He won’t disappoint.”
The doctor sipped the strong liquor, “You know him then?”
“Ah yeah. Me and Rox go way back. Good kid. Good fuck.” He sniggered at his own joke a he polished a glass with a white rag. “You’ve had intercourse with him?” Leon asked.
“Intercourse? Nah, man, I fucked him.”
Gray eyes rolled at the dumb downed version of his words. “Really?”
“Yep. I know just about everything about the kid. Use to hang out with his bro long time ago.”
“He has a brother?”
Just then a pink haired man in white and red corsets with matching stockings and heels came slinky up to the bar. His ass hanging out of his short skirt, “Give me a Red headed Slut Ax.”
“Alright.” The bartender leaned over and kissed the other passionately in front of the blushing Leon who quickly took another hard hit at his drink. When the two parted the worker smirked and rolled his eyes, “That was great Axel, now give me my damn drink!”
The one discovered to be Axel sniggered once more as he mixed the tonic, “Well, aren’t we snippy. You’re not tipsy yet.”
He slid the red liquid at the glamorous man who drank in depth, draining his glass before continuing. “Not even buzzed. All my clients are fucking college lightweights. They get wasted after the third glass of wine.”
“So no ones made it into that tight ass of yours yet?”
“Nope…” his blue eyes connected wit Leon’s stormy ones, a grin curling on his raspberry lips. “At least not yet. Hi, I’m Marluxia.” He extended his hand like a woman would with a slant in the wrist for the other to take and kiss. Leon instead gave it a small shake. “Christopher Marx.”
Marluxia scooted closer to the matured gentlemen his hand stoking that still clenched the empty glass. “Christopher…how Sophisticated.”
The older man blushed. “Forget it Marly he’s Escorting Roxy tonight.” The minx frowned and backed off twirling the ice cubes in his glass, “I don’t even see why Roxas is even allowed to work here. He only got the spot cuz they think he’ll be as good as his bro.”
“His brother worked here?”
The two employers looked at the doctor, “Of course! Cloud Strife is a legend around here. One of the prettiest and graceful workers ever to grace Xemnas’s door.” Marluxia flipped his hair.
So Roxas had a brother who worked here once upon a time. Apparently one of the greatest. Perhaps Roxas was acting out to become like his brother. “Tell me, what happened to him?”
“Cloud? He got a benefactor. He’s living the viva loca now!” Axel chuckled as he fixed another Red headed slut to the promiscuous man in front of him.
Just then the blonde boy approached the bar, his hair slightly messed up. His robe hiding a large bruise on his neck. “Hey look who it is. Hey Nami! Nice hickey.”
Roxas rolled his eyes, “I told him no marks.” He took a seat at the bar and kissed the bartender tenderly on the lips, the other courtesan rolled his eyes at the sight. Roxas looked over at Leon, “Are you waiting for your escort?”
“Yeah, says here I’m timed for eleven o’clock.”
The teen trailed his eyes up and down the man, undressing him with his eyes. The feeling of a child checking him out made Leon feel a tad uncomfortable. “Ah yeah? Who you choose?”
“You.”
*****
After the exploded laughter of Axel and Christopher left his pay on the counter Roxas took the man to his quarters, passing by various people enjoying their services. Some taking it slow enjoying the atmosphere and their clients company, while others were drunk off their ass grabbing frisky men and women and using degrading comments and messy kisses on open flesh.
As the blonde led the doctor further and further into the rather large bar he noticed a blonde haired mullet boy drunk out of his mind playing a song on a electric blue sitar. His words were slurred and his music was messy but the crowd he was entertaining cheered like mad, pouring him another drink.
Roxas slid open a door leading into a black and white room. Ivory walls scaling down before fading into black stripes toward the bottom where it bled into a deep solid Ebony across the floor. Two white pillows lay across from one another on the ground a bottle of expensive looking wine sat in between, crystal glasses on either side.
The boy extended his hand toward the man, “Payment please.” Leon looked at the boy like he was crazy but sighed reaching into his pocket. He couldn’t expect services to be free. “How much?” “250.”
“250!!”
The gesturing hand did not back down. Leon gave another defeated sign as he fished out three Benjamins. “Do you have change for three hundred?”
“No.” The blonde responded stuffing the cash in his corsets, ignoring the pissed expression of the older gentlemen.
Sighing Leon took a seat across the lovely looking boy who removed his robe exposing his revealing outfit. “Er, Roxas…I’m not scheduled for this time.”
Wine was poured into the two glasses, “So. You’re cute and I’m signed for you. Who cares who I serve first.” He handed the translucent wine toward the nervous man. Roxas noticed this and grinned as he took a dainty sip, “Why are you nervous? Don’t tell me a cutey like you is a virgin.”
“No no. Oh!” The man handed the blonde the pathetic and now wilted looking flowers. The courtesan looked at the ‘bouquet’ for a moment, trying to decipher if the man was serious or not. He was. He took the flowers politely setting them beside him, “This is the cheapest gift I’ve ever gotten. There is no way you are getting anything from me.”
“Good. I don’t want anything from you. Just your time for a little while.”
Roxas cocked a brow. “My name is not Christopher Marx, its actually Leon Leonhart and I’m hear to ask you to please let me help you.”
“Leonhart?” He’s eyes narrowed and his lips scowled. “Your Sora’s father aren’t you?”
He nodded. The blonde growled in frustration. “Why the Hell don’t you people get it! I don’t need help!” He took a long deep sip from the poison in his hand.
“Really? You honestly say you don’t need help? Look at you! You a minor consuming bottles of alcohol and flirty with men old enough to be your father!”
Rage. The key element to win over those who refuse to listen. When compassion and understanding don’t do dilly shit, anger and frustration were the next best thing. Blue eyes glared at the burnet, “Fuck you!”
“Roxas I won’t lecture you like my son has been doing. You are not my son, and quite frankly I shouldn’t give a rats ass about what you do. “ The doctors fist clenched as he thought of his son’s sad and worried eyes, “But every time I look at your mug I think of my own son. I can’t let him down. I don‘t want to let you down”
The blonde didn’t say anything.
“If you keep this up the most that will come out of it will be you contracting some kind of HIV or STD while you’re kidneys shut down from the obsessive drinking. Or maybe you’ll just pass out and choke on your vomit like every other kid like you. Who thinks acting grown up will magically make you so.”
Retrieving his wallet the grown up took out a white card and flicked it at the peeved child who sulked on the pillow.
“If you ever bore of becoming the first child prostitute and joke of the island, call me. I’ll be looking forward to your phone call.”
With that the man left satisfied with his speech. He didn’t hope the youth would call. He knew he would.
*****
Roxas twirled the half finished wine in his hands soaking up the lecture he had just received. Did he really need help? People did look at him differently but he always assumed they were good looks. Looks that read, ‘Wow look at the pretty boy walking past.’ But as he grew older he realized they were more along the lines of, ‘What the fuck is that kid doing wearing that?’ All the boy wanted was attention. Good attention.
His eyes clouded with sadness as his door was opened wide a peeved Xemnas looking about finding no client.
“What the hell is this? Did I say you could laze about and drink to your own content? You have clients demanding to see you.”
“Can you give me a moment Superior? I have a lot on my mind.”
The sliver haired man gave a bewildered look, “You have a lot on you mind? Well boo, fucking hoo! That’s not my problem! These men have already paid in full for your services!”
An idea flashed across the boss face and twisted into a grin of ill humor, “You know what, why make all your clients wait…I’ll just them all come to see you.”
Roxas’s blurry eyes looked up in panic, “Sir, please don’t! I-I can’t handle that many people at once-”
“You’ll be fine. I’m sure your do a beautiful job.” He turned so yellow eyes could hone into terrified blue ones, “You brother just fine when he was here, I expect nothing less from you.”
As the boss opened the door wider he revealed men of various ages lining up watching and waiting to get a piece of the boy. Before he departed Xemnas graced the boy with a sick grin, as he flipped his long locks and walked away. And like a gang of horny wolfs the men flooded the room and attacked.
****
By the time Leon got home the lights in his home were already shut off. Sora was probably asleep. Leon didn’t blame him, it was at least 2 in the morning. He groaned as the turned the key thinking about the court papers he still had to fill out. This was precisely why he and Rinoa split, she gave him a head ache.
Once the tired doctor stepped into his home he noticed the soft hum of the tv and the glow of the screen reflecting on the dark walls. He stepped into the family room to find Sora cuddled close to Riku, both in boxers with food and drink everywhere.
Leon smiled. Sora always did hate being alone. He gently shook his drooling son’s shoulder, “Sor, Sora. I’m home. Why don’t you go to your room and sleep?”
He got a grumble of a response as the teen snuggled closer to his boyfriends frame. The father sighed and tried the older boy, “Riku. Hey, Ri.”
Green spheres slowly opened and slid over to the man, “Do you think you could get Sora in his bed?” The older boy mumbled something as he lifted the small frame bridal style as they scaled the stairs to his bedroom.
The burnet shook his mane. Kids.
*****
“Oh, come on Roxas do me too!” The large man shoved his dick in the teen’s already occupied face. Roxas took the small length in his slippery hands pumping it while doing the same act with the penis on his right, all while sucking off the man in front of him and bouncing on the hips of the man below him.
There were at least 7 occupants in the small room all horny and naked as they tried to get their fulfillment out of the small child. Roxas disconnected his mouth from the skinny member and groaned as the man underneath him masturbated his limp penis.
They were close. All of them were so close. Why the fuck weren’t they coming!? Roxas began to nip and lick the balls of the man in front of him as the other three that surround him continued to jack off at the sight. Finally the ‘headmaster’ came with a grunt, the blonde taking the length out of his mouth just in time to catch the seed on his face and chest. One of the waiting men pushed the finished man out the way and thrust his prize into the exhausted mouth.
Slowly but surely the man beneath Roxas’s gyrating hips spilled into his hole. He lifted the boy’s body off of him as he rolled out, another man taking his place. The thrusting were much harsher and quicker than the first. The courtesan’s moans came out in vibrations, that made the men speed their impeding orgasm along.
One after the other the men ejaculated on the poor child soaking his sweaty body in their essences, the man below erupting like a sex volcano deep within the pit. He rolled from underneath the boy panting lightly as the escort lay in a used and broken mess on the floor. All that came in gave their apologize for the mess and tipped the boy heavily. The bills fluttering to the floor as they all departed once dressed.
Roxas lay there quivering, the seed in his nether regions slowly dripping from the widened hole on to the floor. His clothes and robe lay in a pile on the other side of the room, forgotten in the ruckus of the child’s first gangbang.
What was he doing here? The men all said they ‘loved him‘, were ‘loving this’ lavish his young hearts with candies and electronics to win his heart but it wasn’t true. This wasn’t love, was it? Roxas wasn’t sure because he never knew love. Well, besides Axel’s.
The white card that the false ‘Christopher Marx’ left behind stayed in the same position on the floor above the misguided boy’s head. A shaky hand reached for it and saw LEON LEONHART in gold letters with his phone number at the bottom.
Just then the door slid open to reveal a still buzzed and messily dressed Demyx in his street clothes grinning like a fool. “Nami! Nami! We’re all going over to Axey’s place to party! You wanna-”
Brown eyes looked unto the crying boy upon the floor. Scared for the worst the mullet man stumbled over to the teen grimacing at all the cum that clung on his body. “Nam, what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Sad blue eyes looked into worried hazel ones. Tears trailing down his tainted angelic face, “Demy……I need help…”
******
CHAPTER 3: Reaching out to a Whore: END
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AS: Chapter three up and loaded! Confused yet? I promise this will get better and more will be explained. Don’t you just love a drunk Demy tho? And Axel as a sexy bartender~ Oh la la! Review plz! Let me know what’s on your mind.