Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I would like everyone to know, just for the sake of keeping things clear: this story was originally posted by me on www.Fanfiction.net under my pen name there “Fish1”. If you have any doubts that this work is mine you can report it through the E-mail address on the Fanfiction.net account and I'll respond to you through that E-mail as proof of my ownership. I would also like to inform you that this version of the story isn't 100% the same as the one that may have been read on Fanfiction.net. I wrote that when I was a sophomore in high school and I don't believe I gave it justice so here for you're pleasure is the new re-written version of The Gift.

The Gift

By: Lagiaconda

Prologue

“Every time…” He thought with less surprise this time. The feel of the stranger's thin, cold, and uncaring lips against his skin was something he could always predict, even for someone as unpredictable as a stranger. Tongue and teeth brushed up against the pulse in his neck as hands greedily made their way across his chest. He always wondered why no one ever questioned him when he failed to make any pleasurable noises in these situations. An orgasm is an easy thing to achieve however, one that truly satisfies is hard to come by. This stranger could push all the right buttons, say all the right things, and comb his hair just right but he couldn't possess enough love to fill even a thimble.

The stranger writhed and twitched and slid over his naked body and all he could do, all he wanted to do, was stare off into the distance and wait till it ended just as he did the night before, the night before that, and the night before that. He decided - what seemed like ages ago - it was all or none for him. Allowing someone else's love to overwhelm him or have no love at all was the way this game was played. “The gift”, as some might call it, willed it so.

He made a choice when he started searching: he'd throw himself at anyone who wanted to take him home. To him, all his shame and pride his being could muster were worth the sacrifice. He hoped that by doing so he would beat the odds and one day find someone to cancel out the gift and allow his heart to beat again.

Suddenly the moment stopped, the stranger ascended above him. Tucked in and zipped up, green paper was dropped to the floor next to his bare body. Now suddenly alone, he swatted the money aside to get to his shirt which had been carefully folded and placed on the ground. He got dressed and walked out leaving his earnings on the floor.

“Ah, rain again…” He said as he walked off into that darkening alleyway.