Cacoethes (prologue)
Cacoethes (prologue)
Sehun/Kai/Tao
NC-17 (this part PG-13)
Warnings: Drug use (abuse), swearing and sex. Mentions of attempted suicide.
Angst, Romance
A touch is 10, a kiss 25, a night 100, but what's the price of a soul? For Jongin, Sehun, and Tao, who are just trying to keep their heads above water, all they really need is each other, soulless or otherwise.
Prologue
Jongin's routine lasts 30 minutes, but he'll have the boy's drooling in the first five. His legs are wrapped in tight leather but his chest is bare and doused in copious amounts of glitter. Every time he passes a mirror is a chance to glance at his body, try and catch any imperfections. His skin practically sparkles and if he weren't so high on the smell of sex he'd take a long hot shower. After his shift, he's going to need to take a long hot shower. Preferably alone, but he knows Sehun's gonna sneak his way in there.
"You're up now, Kai," a voice, faceless and unimportant says from behind a curtain. Jongin rolls his shoulders back and smiles; showtime!
The second he steps on the stage, the lights dim, all eyes on him. Jongin's skin vibrates from the slow, sensual bass, and he carries the music over one shoulder, passes it over easily to the other with a smile. He can't see any of the patrons, but that's the way he likes it. Here at the Jungle Cat, you never know who you'll find in the audience. After that one time Jongin caught his first grade math teacher in the crowd, he demanded the lights be turned down.
The music gets louder, or maybe Jongin just pays better attention. The lyrics are something about loving a crew or fucking some bitch, but that's not what matters. What matters is Jongin's body and getting enough money to fill his empty stomach. He doesn't have to worry too much, these motherfuckers love to pay to see him move. He slowly takes off his open jacket from his shoulders and smirks at a faceless blob in the crowd, hoping it isn't one of his ex-classmates. The lights change color. Red, the color of Jongin's vision when he's high. For some reason, Jongin loves seeing colors when he's high, and sure the pills are extra cash but so worth it. One afternoon he spent it seeing green and giggling like he was 5 again. He knows a good dealer that gives him a special deal if he sucks him off. Jongin makes sure to slip a black pill before he does it.
His fingernails, long and sharp, leave angry lines along his abdomen and collarbones. The bass thrums louder through the speakers and he hears a few men catcalling and whistling when he turns around. He doesn't have much of an ass but these pants do wonders. He gets down on the floor and does that humping move they love, throwing in a lip bite for good measure.
Jongin's always been a natural at this stuff. Chanyeol says it has nothing to do with the fact that he's been doing it since he was 12, that he was just born with the ability to allure and seduce. Jongin isn't sure he really buys that bullshit. Sure, he's better than some that have been at it much longer than him, but he was bred and groomed into the performer he is today. Talent like his may be one of a kind, but it's not given by a god. Why would a god, if they even exist, give Jongin the power to seduce and prey on men? Because that's the only profession available to him? Because his lips are just that fuckable?
His eyes land on the door and he wonders how long it'll be before he can go back home tonight. Sometimes the boss calls him up front to show him off like the prize pig at the fair. If Jongin didn't trust Chanyeol, he'd be out of here to look for a better boss, but in his business, good ones are few and far between. Luhan had a boss that beat him in front of the patrons for 6 months before a guard in the audience stopped him. Guards here do shit, Jongin thinks, sour taste in his mouth at the memory of his beaten friend. He unbuttons his leather pants and the crowd goes wild.
Welcome to planet Exo!
Part 1
Sehun/Kai/Tao
NC-17 (this part PG-13)
Warnings: Drug use (abuse), swearing and sex. Mentions of attempted suicide.
Angst, Romance
A touch is 10, a kiss 25, a night 100, but what's the price of a soul? For Jongin, Sehun, and Tao, who are just trying to keep their heads above water, all they really need is each other, soulless or otherwise.
Prologue
Jongin's routine lasts 30 minutes, but he'll have the boy's drooling in the first five. His legs are wrapped in tight leather but his chest is bare and doused in copious amounts of glitter. Every time he passes a mirror is a chance to glance at his body, try and catch any imperfections. His skin practically sparkles and if he weren't so high on the smell of sex he'd take a long hot shower. After his shift, he's going to need to take a long hot shower. Preferably alone, but he knows Sehun's gonna sneak his way in there.
"You're up now, Kai," a voice, faceless and unimportant says from behind a curtain. Jongin rolls his shoulders back and smiles; showtime!
The second he steps on the stage, the lights dim, all eyes on him. Jongin's skin vibrates from the slow, sensual bass, and he carries the music over one shoulder, passes it over easily to the other with a smile. He can't see any of the patrons, but that's the way he likes it. Here at the Jungle Cat, you never know who you'll find in the audience. After that one time Jongin caught his first grade math teacher in the crowd, he demanded the lights be turned down.
The music gets louder, or maybe Jongin just pays better attention. The lyrics are something about loving a crew or fucking some bitch, but that's not what matters. What matters is Jongin's body and getting enough money to fill his empty stomach. He doesn't have to worry too much, these motherfuckers love to pay to see him move. He slowly takes off his open jacket from his shoulders and smirks at a faceless blob in the crowd, hoping it isn't one of his ex-classmates. The lights change color. Red, the color of Jongin's vision when he's high. For some reason, Jongin loves seeing colors when he's high, and sure the pills are extra cash but so worth it. One afternoon he spent it seeing green and giggling like he was 5 again. He knows a good dealer that gives him a special deal if he sucks him off. Jongin makes sure to slip a black pill before he does it.
His fingernails, long and sharp, leave angry lines along his abdomen and collarbones. The bass thrums louder through the speakers and he hears a few men catcalling and whistling when he turns around. He doesn't have much of an ass but these pants do wonders. He gets down on the floor and does that humping move they love, throwing in a lip bite for good measure.
Jongin's always been a natural at this stuff. Chanyeol says it has nothing to do with the fact that he's been doing it since he was 12, that he was just born with the ability to allure and seduce. Jongin isn't sure he really buys that bullshit. Sure, he's better than some that have been at it much longer than him, but he was bred and groomed into the performer he is today. Talent like his may be one of a kind, but it's not given by a god. Why would a god, if they even exist, give Jongin the power to seduce and prey on men? Because that's the only profession available to him? Because his lips are just that fuckable?
His eyes land on the door and he wonders how long it'll be before he can go back home tonight. Sometimes the boss calls him up front to show him off like the prize pig at the fair. If Jongin didn't trust Chanyeol, he'd be out of here to look for a better boss, but in his business, good ones are few and far between. Luhan had a boss that beat him in front of the patrons for 6 months before a guard in the audience stopped him. Guards here do shit, Jongin thinks, sour taste in his mouth at the memory of his beaten friend. He unbuttons his leather pants and the crowd goes wild.
Welcome to planet Exo!
Part 1