“This your first time?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Come on, baby, right over here.”
The faceless man pulled him closer, the leather seats of his car still wet from the rain. Low music played in the background and the small stereo lights covered the interior in a glow of soft colors, the heat was on but he was still shaking. Just this once, that’s what he told himself, just enough for food.
Slowly, the man slid a hand down his pants, removing his dick and stroking himself erect. His other rested on the back of Fen’s neck, playing with the hair that fell against his touch before he started to guide Fen down. Closer to his awaiting dick with those fingers gently locking around the strands of hair woven in between them.
Fen felt his heart skip, not nervously—no, he was far past nervous—but anxiously to the point where those skipping beats turned into palpitations that made it hard to breathe. Suddenly, he felt sick, enclosed in this hot car with a man breathing too hard and his grip too tight. He panicked.
He startled the guy when he jumped back and fell into the door, panting. The man had no face or one covered in dream-shadows, but Fen felt his confusion and his annoyance.
What was he thinking?! What was he doing? He asked himself, reaching for the handle of the door. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t….do this!”
“Hey, wait!”
The man yelled when Fen fell out of the car and onto the curb, scrambling to his feet and taking off down the sidewalk. He needed the chill in the air, the rain on his too-hot skin, he needed to prevent his anxiety from consuming him. As it did ever since he arrived at that shelter, getting no sleep and eating little to nothing. He wanted safety, he wanted warmth.
Fen fell onto the corner of some building, holding the brick and inhaling deep breaths to calm himself down. Thankfully, the rain was just mist now, so it cooled his face as he rested and cleared his thoughts.
Yet the fear returned when he was grabbed and turned around by the faceless man who shook him. “Where in the fuck do you think you’re going? I paid you, so get back in the car!”
“No, take…the money back. I don’t want to…do this!” Fen struggled, trying to tear himself away as the faceless man tried to drag him back to the car by the shoulders.
“Hey!”
A voice from the alley called out, stopping them both as they turned to the darkness to see who spoke. Fen stared, his eyes wet and his skin damp in a cold sweat, his heart threatened to break out of his chest when he saw the tall silhouette watching them, half-hidden in shadows.
“Mind your business, asshole, this has nothing to do with you.” The faceless man threatened just as the dark figure stepped closer.
Street lights and the neon glow of signs allowed different shadows to fall upon the heavily scarred face of the man who uncaringly approached them. Fen felt a gasp escape his lips, taken back by the stranger’s harsh appearance, especially the freshly sealed wound that slid across his neck. Now, the faceless man was the one trembling and he cursed under his breath before speaking out loud.
“V-Victor…shit, I mean, I—“
“What’s going on?” It wasn’t a formality. His eyes almost glowing, his brows furrowed.
The man let go of Fen and stepped back, his hands lifting to surrender. “N-Nothing…it’s nothing, man. I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry...”
“Yeah,” The stranger walked close enough to lean into the man’s face. “You weren’t thinking.” He circled him like a beast deciding where to tear into first. “And you are sorry, aren’t you?” The stranger stopped, allowing the man to take a small inhale of the air before snatching him by the neck and forcing his face into the tip of a blade. Fortunately, the man was stopped when the point touched the soft skin between his eyes.
He sounded in fright, his arms flailing and he tried to move, but the stranger’s grip was solid.
“If I see your face around here again, I’ll cut it off.” He warned and shoved him away. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
The faceless man bolted for his car, stumbling a few steps, but never looking back.
Fen fell against the wall of the building as the car screeched off in the distance, he couldn’t stop shaking.
“Hey, you alright?” The stranger asked in a surprisingly soft voice.
“Yeah…I just…I have no idea what I’m doing.” Fen rubbed his eyes and his stomach made a few noises, growling out of hunger and stirring from the anxiety. When his eyes opened, he flinched seeing a donut in his face and the stranger now in front of him, watching him closely.
“Here, take it. They’re fresh.”
Fen hesitated, but the sweet smell made his stomach growl again and he took the treat with shaking hands. He bit into it and almost went weak with relief, he hadn’t eaten all day and it was so good he finished it within bites. The man smiled and offered him another. He accepted.
And when he offered his hand, decorated in rings and half of his pinky missing, Fen accepted that too.
The stranger helped him stand. “I’m Vic. What’s your name, kitten?”
“Fen…”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Well, Fen, I think there’s a shelter a few blocks away, I can walk you—“
“No!” Fen grabbed the man’s jacket, not realizing how hard his hands were shaking until he dropped the donut and touched this man without thinking. “I just came from there…I was there. I don’t want to go back.”
He didn’t remove Fen’s hand or ask why, maybe he knew, either way, Vic accepted the answer with a softer expression. “Then where can I take you?”
Fen looked at his hand, his grip loosening until it was resting on Vic’s chest.
“Can…we just walk?” He removed his hand.
Fen didn’t know what he was expecting the man to say at three in the morning and in the rain, but it wasn’t the answer that followed:
“Yeah, let’s go.”
They walked for a few blocks in silence, Fen’s heartbeats returning to normal as he listened to the city; cars in the distance, possible gunshots, the buzzing of streetlights. Their footsteps against the wet concrete and the spark of Vic’s lighter when he lit a cigarette. While he did, Fen glanced to his hand, seeing another scar that looked like someone stabbed him right through the flesh and bone.
“You have a lot of scars.” He said, leaving the comment there for Vic to answer if he wanted.
“You’re lucky you don’t after what happened back there.” He exhaled.
“It’s wrong…I know…but—“
“You don’t have to explain,” He took another drag in between his words. “I don’t think anyone on this side of the city has the right to tell you how to survive, you just have to be careful. Most of the assholes you’ll encounter are dangerous, let the wrong one in and they’ll kill you.”
“Does that mean I should be wary of tall strangers standing in dark alleys with donuts?” Fen smirked.
Vic laughed, a surprisingly attractive one despite his looks.
They continued down the sidewalk; passing a group of women who waved and called out to Vic by name, past a bar with its bass-heavy music thumping and past a laughing woman who stepped aside to let a golden-haired guest into her building.
Soon, the streets lights were becoming dimmer and every other one was burnt out down the road ahead of them, Vic extended his arm, stopping Fen. “Not that way, come on.” He said, slipping his arm around Fen’s shoulders and guiding him down another sidewalk. His heart rushed.
“Do you have friends? Family?” Vic seemed to struggle with finding the right words as if he didn’t want to trigger Fen with bad memories or sad thoughts.
“No…and I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be keeping you out like this, especially after eating all your food.”
Vic’s arm pulled him closer. “Don’t be sorry, if you want to walk out here all night, I’ll stay with you.”
Fen stopped, so Vic did as well. He surveyed the moment, his hand sliding over Vic’s and feeling his cold skin. Gently, the man’s fingers twitched as if fighting the urge to lock their hands together. Fen fought the same urge, but Vic didn’t move or try to break the silence. Carefully, he touched the man’s chest and tranced upward to his heart.
“I…want to go home…with you.” Their eyes met, and Vic looked surprised, a look that equally surprised Fen when it seemed that Vic didn’t expect this to happen. His dark and white eyes watched him, allowing Fen to cling to his chest.
Vic reached out, touching Fen’s face and lifting his gaze so they were looking at each other. “You sure?”
“…Yeah.”
His response didn’t feel forced, not as it had with the faceless man. He didn’t want to run and he didn’t feel scared. And Vic looked happy—honored—a look that countered the dark stare from earlier.
Fen’s pulse quickened, not from anxiety or fear, but from something else, something…good.
“Follow me, Fen. Let’s get you out of the rain.”
They didn’t make it inside, on the steps of Vic’s building they came together in a rush of hard and wet kisses that drove their desire to make it into the building faster. Vic slid his hand down Fen’s pants and lifted him by the ass with one arm, a show of strength that brought his cock to life with excitement. He didn’t let Vic turn away, kissing him more as the man unlocked the door and hurried inside, up the stairs and through the hallways. There were smoke and decay, yelling and music coming from opened doors. But they ignored it all.
He didn’t even notice if Vic’s home was clean or filthy, all he knew was his bed was ready when the man dropped him onto it, tearing off his jacket and his shirt. Fen watched, slowly looking over every hard muscle that tensed with Vic’s eager breathing, the scars, and the tattoos made him look unreal. A character from a novel or anime.
Obviously, Fen stared too long because Vic took it upon himself to remove his jacket and shirt too, burying his face in Fen’s neck and kissing him all over. Then he bit, hard enough to make him hiss in pain and pleasure, but soft enough to not break the skin. He liked it a little too much.
Vic lowered to his chest, licking and flicking his nipples with an eager tongue. Biting them as they stiffened in his mouth, making Fen twitch with restlessness while the man removed his pants and briefs. Then, Vic sat up, undoing his belt and opening his pants. Fen met him halfway, helping retrieve his ready cock from its tight prison and stroking it firmly, his finger finding the ampallang piercing at the tip.
Their bodies fell, Vic supporting himself above as his fingers traced Fen’s lips before finding the inside of his mouth. He moved both fingers in and out, wetting them and pushing them deeper than Fen thought they could go without making him anxious. He liked it and he sucked against them, licking them and preparing them for where they were going. When he looked up, Vic was watching him hungrily, that softness was gone and the beast was back, he was hideous and handsome all at once, wicked and lovely, everything Fen wanted tonight.
The fingers were pulled from his mouth and replaced with Vic’s lips before he could breathe, His leg was lifted and thrown over the man's shoulder before those sleek fingers found his hole and sank inside.
Fen inhaled, long and slow, a moan escaping him and a smile crossing Vic’s devious face. The man liked that response because he wanted more and his fingers moved faster, prompting Fen to quicken his own hand. Their breathing and moaning collided, but they weren’t going to finish like this. Vic pulled his fingers out and flipped Fen onto his stomach, grabbing his hips and lifting them. A smack struck his ass when that thick cock slid inside, slowly at first, forcing his voice out.
Then the tempo picked up and Vic wasn’t going to slow down. He fucked Fen into the bed, driving his cock in deep and quick, every few thrusts met with a roll of his hips. Fen moaned and whimpered, his groans morphing into cries for release. Vic grabbed Fen by the chest and put him against the headboard, locking their hands together on the wooden edge as the other kept their bodies close, their hips still pounding together.
Their heavy sounds filled the room. They didn’t want the romance or the love, the soft touch of lips or a gentle caress. No. They wanted each other to beg, they wanted the other to crave their body, they wanted the pain and pleasure.
In the midst of their embrace, after Vic filled him up for the second time, the man lit a cigarette as he laid against the bed with Fen on top, still devouring him. Their bodies wet with sweat and sex, Fen panted and leaned down, taking the drag Vic offered to him before speaking against the wisps of smoke.
“That’s a bad habit.”
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