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Emiko patiently walked around the dining area, guests of the rich elite excitedly talking as the auction had ended. Boys and girls were slowly appearing from backstage and joining the party, searching for their new owners.
Taking a sip of his champagne, Emiko quickly made sure his appearance was appropriate in his tuxedo, fixing his red tie and curiously letting his blue eyes dance about the room afterward. A mop of brown hair should be coming out at any moment, but Emiko only knew the young boy by the name of #63.
Akemi wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible: meeting his 'owner'. How vile, this entire thing was illegal and he had no choice but to accept this role. Oh well, if he had to, he could find a way to escape, he was good at biding his time and choosing the right moment. Time to face the music, he cringed, checking his appearance once over in the mirror. He recognized his owner the moment he stepped out, brown hair, blue eyes, not a bad looking man. At least he wasn't filthy old, Akemi shuddered to think, feeling grateful his owner was good looking. But then again, old men were easier to fool and probably didn't have much stamina.
It was all about perspective. He put on his facade, gotta keep it optimistic he told himself firmly as he made his way over. The man recognized him instantly as he walked over, and Akemi smiled pleasantly, light brown eyes sparklingly.
"Nice to meet you, I am Akemi-chan," he said, bowing before the man, waiting for the other man's next move. He never had an owner before, but he was told to be obedient and show respect.
Emiko offered a pleasant smile in return, taking another sip from his glass as he leaned down slight, a hand cupping Akemi's cheek as blue stared into brown. "You are...gorgeous. Hmm. How old are you Akemi?"
Akemi tried to contain his flinch at the sudden contact, but to no avail. He should've figured the guy would want to touch him, c'mon, he chided himself, the man owned him. In every sense of the word.
"S-Seventeen," he answered honestly, breaking the intense stare by blinking and averting his eyes down. Fuck, what if this guy expected him to be younger? Was that his thing? He knew he was short and lithe for his age most mistaken him for thirteen at times. No, no the man would soon have his record and know the truth anyway.
Damn it! I'm already freaking out, Akemi wanted to groan out loud.
Emiko noticed the flinch and concern was easily displayed on his face as Akemi averted his gaze and looked away. His hand fell back and certain thoughts and questions began eating at him right away. "You weren't misshandled, were you? The handlers were given strict instructions to take care of all you before the auction."
Emiko stood up straight, almost wanting to find the handlers and find out what happened, why this young man would be so afraid of his touch. He wasn't going to harm or scold for that matter.
"Seventeen..." Emiko murmured, a smile beginning to form once again. "It's a good age. Still a child and almost an adult. Though...you look much younger than that. You are telling me the truth, I hope, Akemi?"
Akemi was confused by the concern, and saw how willing the man wanted to walk over and start accusing the handlers. Damn it, he was not some abused child, and felt stung by the comment 'still a child'.
"No! No, there were very..." Akemi paused, trying to think of the right word, "gracious, even fed us supper. I'm sorry if I appear younger, I am really seventeen, honest." He wondered if he should grovel for forgiveness or something, at least the man hadn't snapped on a collar around his neck like most of the owners had done the moment their 'prize' came to greet them. He even considered telling the man that, but shook his head at the stupid thought.
"You're very attractive, Akemi. A young face, but that doesn't bother me. Your age is far more comforting than most here tonight. I had a good eye tonight, I believe. Unlike some guests here tonight," his gaze diverted over to an overweight man, in his late 60's getting far to friendly with a young boy with a collar around his neck. It didn't sit right with Emiko. "So you've eaten? I was going to ask if you wanted something. What about something to drink? Champagne?"
"Would you feel more comfortable talking in private? I'm not really in the mood to flaunt you to every dirty eye here."
Akemi didn't think he would have any choices in any of those matters, or maybe that's how all owners were in the beginning, nice and cajoling in the beginning, so their 'pets' would grow attached and loyal to them. Unlike most of his peers, he wasn't that naive. Besides, a good man didn't buy young boys, did they? Pfft, who was this guy kidding?
But by the same token, if he wanted to gain this man's trust, he should probably be what the man wanted. A loyal, sweet, thoughtful pet.
"I think private would be better," Akemi nodded, daring to reach for the man's arm, biting his lip nervously, "I much rather be alone with you, too. I'm yours now." Should he play the blushing virgin, too? Mm, he couldn't tell right now.
Emiko was surprised by Akemi's behaviour, knowing it had to be difficult to reach out and basically give himself to a complete stranger. He smiled down at the younger boy, his free hand moving to lightly press down on top of Akemi's. "Perhaps some time together will make things a little more comfortable. I can only imagine how nervous you are."
Emiko lead Akemi out of the major dining areas, down a secluded hallway to which doors were on either side. Spotting a doorknob without a tag around it, he turned and pushed it open, letting Akemi walk in first. The room was fairly comfortable in size, plush furniture about in rich tones of red and brown, a fireplace to the side and sparkling in heat. Trays of finger foods and a wide selection of fruit waited for them.
Closing the door and locking it (for privacy matters), Emiko leaned his back against the door, eying his prey as it were. He was almost finished his champagne, and it slightly amused him to see the slight hesitance in those young brown eyes. "Seventeen...you know, that age you're allowed to decide if you wish to do this and not by force. Were you looking for a home?"
If it wasn't for the man's tone of voice, Akemi would've thought the man was being condescending. The man just bought him, why did it matter what he wanted?
"I..." Akemi wasn't sure what the man wanted to hear him say. At the sound of the door locking, he was ready for the man to try to have to have sex with him, not ask stupid questions. Why would he ask such an asinine thing? Who in their right mind would want this? "I don't know, it's nice not to live on the streets, if that's what you mean." He looked around, all the food, the nice furniture, the money, it was all very alluring to a kid like him. Everything came with a sacrifice though, and he was willing to forfeit his freedom if need be.
"I'll do anything," he pleaded, wincing inwardly how weak he sounded out loud, and hoped it worked in his favor, "whatever you want. I don't really have a choice, I'm good as dead out there." He really did not want to be out there again. Neither did he want to be this man's dog, but he had his basic needs. He could put up with this man long enough and meanwhile think of a clever way to get out of it.
Blue eyes softened and Emiko pushed off the door, slowly walking over to Akemi. "I don't want a pet...a slave as most put it. I don't want you acting like some puppy that's at the door every day when I come home." Carefully he brought up his hand, gently brushing his fingers against dark brown hair atop Akemi's head, "I want a companion, Akemi. Someone that is mine and I am there's. To the outside world you are essentially mine, but I believe we can both agree to how matters should be in private."
Emiko caught Akemi offguard by kissing a temple, lightly tugging on the boys arm to follow and sit down on the carpet, fruits awaiting them.
Well, this wasn't going at all how he planned it would, or how he preferred. Akemi wasn't very sure about this companion bit. Was that just a fancy way of saying boyfriend?
"Well, do I have a choice in...what we do or not do?" he asked softly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I mean, you want to have sex, right? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?
"I don't understand, why buy a companion, couldn't you, just, easily find a date? You're a rich man, it shouldn't be hard," he scoffed. Maybe he was overstepping his bounds by asking these questions, but really, he was very curious why the man bothered at all with this, it all didn't add up. People went to these auctions for pets and slaves, not boyfriends or companions or whatever this man was talking about.
"Technically that is what the auction was for, but I'm not going to demand it of you. I rather have my companion eager and wanting of my affection. You are very," Emiko's thumb brushed along Akemi's lower lip, "appealing to me. All I could think about are those brown eyes of yours...looking at me."
"Things are not so easily black and white, Akemi. I could find a date, someone that would do what I wanted if it meant getting one step closer to my fortune. Waking up in the middle of the night and finding out some of my prized possessions have been stolen. I want a companion, someone that will be around...someone that won't leave."
"Are you even interested in men, Akemi? Or do you prefer the fairer sex?"
Akemi blushed, knowing he always preferred men. With women he automatically was expected to be the aggressive one, and take the lead.
"I...I'm interested in men," he nodded, meeting the older man's blue stare. "I've never been with a girl, so I'm not sure about that...Never had an interest." He squirmed under the gaze.
"Good thing for me then," Emiko chuckled, picking up a piece of pineapple. "I take it then you've been with a man before then? Anything you allow me to do won't be too awkward?"
The blush on Akemi's face was becoming darker and Emiko couldn't stop smiling. "I wonder what you'll let me get away with then. What kind of a naughty mind does the boy before me have, hm?"
Akemi smiled, glad for the change the conversation, something he was used to and could relate to. At least the man wasn't jealous he had been with other men, but by no means was he a whore either.
"Whatever you want, I'm...always willing to experiment," Akemi suggested, again reminded how very handsome the man before him was, he would not mind being with him, at all. "I know I'm young, and have a lot to learn. I'm a fast learner, though." He put a hand on the man's thigh, licked his lips, bowed his his bashfully, hoped it showed just how eager he was.
Emiko had quite the amused expression, putting the pineapple in his mouth and chewing slowly. Oh, the boy was eager alright, but for someone who was so nervous not even ten minutes prior, he wondered what Akemi had planned. "I should warn you...I'm not your typical Master. I like to explore and know every inch of my partner's body. Sometimes I just want to pleasure and not receive."
He leaned very close to Akemi's face, a breath away from kissing him, "What do you think about that?"
Akemi suddenly felt very warm, liking everything the man was telling him. "I would like that very much...I'm not sure if I would do a good job giving you pleasure, though," he admitted, eyes downcast, "I've never been able to please men as much as they would've liked."
"Will be spending a lot of time together, Akemi. You'll get to learn the things I like and I hope you won't shy away from telling me what you like as well. Like now, for starters...." Emiko softly brushed his lips purposely on the corner of Akemi's mouth, "what would you like me to do?"
Akemi inched closer, closing his eyes in content. He hated the anticipation, the teasing, it was all very unfamiliar to him. "I'd like to cuddle." He hoped that wasn't too sappy, because he much rather actually sleep with someone than the other vulgarity of 'sleeping together'. He wanted to ask the man to actually kiss him, but he was glad the man was asking first. Even with his raging hormones telling him otherwise, he really didn't want to sleep with this man if he had the choice. Fuck, why do I let my hormones get the better of me? Akemi chided himself, that was exactly why he was in this predicament, because he couldn't control himself.
Taking a sip of his champagne, Emiko quickly made sure his appearance was appropriate in his tuxedo, fixing his red tie and curiously letting his blue eyes dance about the room afterward. A mop of brown hair should be coming out at any moment, but Emiko only knew the young boy by the name of #63.
Akemi wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible: meeting his 'owner'. How vile, this entire thing was illegal and he had no choice but to accept this role. Oh well, if he had to, he could find a way to escape, he was good at biding his time and choosing the right moment. Time to face the music, he cringed, checking his appearance once over in the mirror. He recognized his owner the moment he stepped out, brown hair, blue eyes, not a bad looking man. At least he wasn't filthy old, Akemi shuddered to think, feeling grateful his owner was good looking. But then again, old men were easier to fool and probably didn't have much stamina.
It was all about perspective. He put on his facade, gotta keep it optimistic he told himself firmly as he made his way over. The man recognized him instantly as he walked over, and Akemi smiled pleasantly, light brown eyes sparklingly.
"Nice to meet you, I am Akemi-chan," he said, bowing before the man, waiting for the other man's next move. He never had an owner before, but he was told to be obedient and show respect.
Emiko offered a pleasant smile in return, taking another sip from his glass as he leaned down slight, a hand cupping Akemi's cheek as blue stared into brown. "You are...gorgeous. Hmm. How old are you Akemi?"
Akemi tried to contain his flinch at the sudden contact, but to no avail. He should've figured the guy would want to touch him, c'mon, he chided himself, the man owned him. In every sense of the word.
"S-Seventeen," he answered honestly, breaking the intense stare by blinking and averting his eyes down. Fuck, what if this guy expected him to be younger? Was that his thing? He knew he was short and lithe for his age most mistaken him for thirteen at times. No, no the man would soon have his record and know the truth anyway.
Damn it! I'm already freaking out, Akemi wanted to groan out loud.
Emiko noticed the flinch and concern was easily displayed on his face as Akemi averted his gaze and looked away. His hand fell back and certain thoughts and questions began eating at him right away. "You weren't misshandled, were you? The handlers were given strict instructions to take care of all you before the auction."
Emiko stood up straight, almost wanting to find the handlers and find out what happened, why this young man would be so afraid of his touch. He wasn't going to harm or scold for that matter.
"Seventeen..." Emiko murmured, a smile beginning to form once again. "It's a good age. Still a child and almost an adult. Though...you look much younger than that. You are telling me the truth, I hope, Akemi?"
Akemi was confused by the concern, and saw how willing the man wanted to walk over and start accusing the handlers. Damn it, he was not some abused child, and felt stung by the comment 'still a child'.
"No! No, there were very..." Akemi paused, trying to think of the right word, "gracious, even fed us supper. I'm sorry if I appear younger, I am really seventeen, honest." He wondered if he should grovel for forgiveness or something, at least the man hadn't snapped on a collar around his neck like most of the owners had done the moment their 'prize' came to greet them. He even considered telling the man that, but shook his head at the stupid thought.
"You're very attractive, Akemi. A young face, but that doesn't bother me. Your age is far more comforting than most here tonight. I had a good eye tonight, I believe. Unlike some guests here tonight," his gaze diverted over to an overweight man, in his late 60's getting far to friendly with a young boy with a collar around his neck. It didn't sit right with Emiko. "So you've eaten? I was going to ask if you wanted something. What about something to drink? Champagne?"
"Would you feel more comfortable talking in private? I'm not really in the mood to flaunt you to every dirty eye here."
Akemi didn't think he would have any choices in any of those matters, or maybe that's how all owners were in the beginning, nice and cajoling in the beginning, so their 'pets' would grow attached and loyal to them. Unlike most of his peers, he wasn't that naive. Besides, a good man didn't buy young boys, did they? Pfft, who was this guy kidding?
But by the same token, if he wanted to gain this man's trust, he should probably be what the man wanted. A loyal, sweet, thoughtful pet.
"I think private would be better," Akemi nodded, daring to reach for the man's arm, biting his lip nervously, "I much rather be alone with you, too. I'm yours now." Should he play the blushing virgin, too? Mm, he couldn't tell right now.
Emiko was surprised by Akemi's behaviour, knowing it had to be difficult to reach out and basically give himself to a complete stranger. He smiled down at the younger boy, his free hand moving to lightly press down on top of Akemi's. "Perhaps some time together will make things a little more comfortable. I can only imagine how nervous you are."
Emiko lead Akemi out of the major dining areas, down a secluded hallway to which doors were on either side. Spotting a doorknob without a tag around it, he turned and pushed it open, letting Akemi walk in first. The room was fairly comfortable in size, plush furniture about in rich tones of red and brown, a fireplace to the side and sparkling in heat. Trays of finger foods and a wide selection of fruit waited for them.
Closing the door and locking it (for privacy matters), Emiko leaned his back against the door, eying his prey as it were. He was almost finished his champagne, and it slightly amused him to see the slight hesitance in those young brown eyes. "Seventeen...you know, that age you're allowed to decide if you wish to do this and not by force. Were you looking for a home?"
If it wasn't for the man's tone of voice, Akemi would've thought the man was being condescending. The man just bought him, why did it matter what he wanted?
"I..." Akemi wasn't sure what the man wanted to hear him say. At the sound of the door locking, he was ready for the man to try to have to have sex with him, not ask stupid questions. Why would he ask such an asinine thing? Who in their right mind would want this? "I don't know, it's nice not to live on the streets, if that's what you mean." He looked around, all the food, the nice furniture, the money, it was all very alluring to a kid like him. Everything came with a sacrifice though, and he was willing to forfeit his freedom if need be.
"I'll do anything," he pleaded, wincing inwardly how weak he sounded out loud, and hoped it worked in his favor, "whatever you want. I don't really have a choice, I'm good as dead out there." He really did not want to be out there again. Neither did he want to be this man's dog, but he had his basic needs. He could put up with this man long enough and meanwhile think of a clever way to get out of it.
Blue eyes softened and Emiko pushed off the door, slowly walking over to Akemi. "I don't want a pet...a slave as most put it. I don't want you acting like some puppy that's at the door every day when I come home." Carefully he brought up his hand, gently brushing his fingers against dark brown hair atop Akemi's head, "I want a companion, Akemi. Someone that is mine and I am there's. To the outside world you are essentially mine, but I believe we can both agree to how matters should be in private."
Emiko caught Akemi offguard by kissing a temple, lightly tugging on the boys arm to follow and sit down on the carpet, fruits awaiting them.
Well, this wasn't going at all how he planned it would, or how he preferred. Akemi wasn't very sure about this companion bit. Was that just a fancy way of saying boyfriend?
"Well, do I have a choice in...what we do or not do?" he asked softly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I mean, you want to have sex, right? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?
"I don't understand, why buy a companion, couldn't you, just, easily find a date? You're a rich man, it shouldn't be hard," he scoffed. Maybe he was overstepping his bounds by asking these questions, but really, he was very curious why the man bothered at all with this, it all didn't add up. People went to these auctions for pets and slaves, not boyfriends or companions or whatever this man was talking about.
"Technically that is what the auction was for, but I'm not going to demand it of you. I rather have my companion eager and wanting of my affection. You are very," Emiko's thumb brushed along Akemi's lower lip, "appealing to me. All I could think about are those brown eyes of yours...looking at me."
"Things are not so easily black and white, Akemi. I could find a date, someone that would do what I wanted if it meant getting one step closer to my fortune. Waking up in the middle of the night and finding out some of my prized possessions have been stolen. I want a companion, someone that will be around...someone that won't leave."
"Are you even interested in men, Akemi? Or do you prefer the fairer sex?"
Akemi blushed, knowing he always preferred men. With women he automatically was expected to be the aggressive one, and take the lead.
"I...I'm interested in men," he nodded, meeting the older man's blue stare. "I've never been with a girl, so I'm not sure about that...Never had an interest." He squirmed under the gaze.
"Good thing for me then," Emiko chuckled, picking up a piece of pineapple. "I take it then you've been with a man before then? Anything you allow me to do won't be too awkward?"
The blush on Akemi's face was becoming darker and Emiko couldn't stop smiling. "I wonder what you'll let me get away with then. What kind of a naughty mind does the boy before me have, hm?"
Akemi smiled, glad for the change the conversation, something he was used to and could relate to. At least the man wasn't jealous he had been with other men, but by no means was he a whore either.
"Whatever you want, I'm...always willing to experiment," Akemi suggested, again reminded how very handsome the man before him was, he would not mind being with him, at all. "I know I'm young, and have a lot to learn. I'm a fast learner, though." He put a hand on the man's thigh, licked his lips, bowed his his bashfully, hoped it showed just how eager he was.
Emiko had quite the amused expression, putting the pineapple in his mouth and chewing slowly. Oh, the boy was eager alright, but for someone who was so nervous not even ten minutes prior, he wondered what Akemi had planned. "I should warn you...I'm not your typical Master. I like to explore and know every inch of my partner's body. Sometimes I just want to pleasure and not receive."
He leaned very close to Akemi's face, a breath away from kissing him, "What do you think about that?"
Akemi suddenly felt very warm, liking everything the man was telling him. "I would like that very much...I'm not sure if I would do a good job giving you pleasure, though," he admitted, eyes downcast, "I've never been able to please men as much as they would've liked."
"Will be spending a lot of time together, Akemi. You'll get to learn the things I like and I hope you won't shy away from telling me what you like as well. Like now, for starters...." Emiko softly brushed his lips purposely on the corner of Akemi's mouth, "what would you like me to do?"
Akemi inched closer, closing his eyes in content. He hated the anticipation, the teasing, it was all very unfamiliar to him. "I'd like to cuddle." He hoped that wasn't too sappy, because he much rather actually sleep with someone than the other vulgarity of 'sleeping together'. He wanted to ask the man to actually kiss him, but he was glad the man was asking first. Even with his raging hormones telling him otherwise, he really didn't want to sleep with this man if he had the choice. Fuck, why do I let my hormones get the better of me? Akemi chided himself, that was exactly why he was in this predicament, because he couldn't control himself.