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PAST THIS POINT, THE POSTING GETS INTO _VERY_ GRAPHIC DETAILS OF SEX, INCLUDING HOMOSEXUAL. IF YOU'RE UNDER SEVENTEEN OR JUST DON'T HAVE A TASTE FOR IT, THEN STOP READING RIGHT NOW. If you think you're a little unsure of whether you should or not, quite simply, don't. Summaries of all these posts have already been put on the regular archives, and you will miss no details of plot by skipping these posts. With that said, if you still read on and have a complaint-- we don't want to hear about it. Sorry, but you were already plenty warned. Well, if that didn't scare you away, then go ahead and read on. Thanks!


Muneca and Kein- Episode 1, October 24


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Muneca grinned slightly to himself as he noted that Kein took the chair instead of the more standard bed, but, shrugging this aside, he made his own way into the room. Shutting the door behind himself, he slid into a comfortable chair near the stranger's chosen seat and, quirking his eyebrows, he grinned further. "So, go ahead, then."

Kein shrugged, firmly squelching down the sudden slight nervousness in the pit of his stomach. Not like he didn't have experience... but this was a decidedly new kind of situation. But he quickly cut off that train of thought and stood, calmly and wordlessly undoing belt and trousers. He let them fall along with his boxers, then kicked the whole mess aside, raising a sardonic eyebrow as if to ask whether or not the size met with the punk's satisfaction. After all, in Kein's opinion anyway, his insults had been pretty unfounded.

"Hmmm..." A single eyebrow raised, he leaned in a bit and, with a 'scientific' eye, he looked over the newly revealed pieces of anatomy. Well, maybe he _had_ been a little hasty in his former comments, but it wasn't as if he'd give the businessman the satisfaction of knowing this. Lifting a hand, he rather idly touched fingers to flesh as he continued his examination for a short while longer.

Kein suspected that just the fact that the guy hadn't offered any smart comments was a good sign; but either way, he hadn't come to be measured. Though his face showed no reaction yet, one hand slowly curled into a fist... and to curtail any further indicators, as much as anything, Kein promptly sat back down. "You ready for your end of the bargain?"

"You're that eager to get it over with, are you?" Muneca chuckled as he slid from his chair. Crossing over, he kneeled before the stranger and, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the man, he gave a long, slow lick between his balls, then up along the underside of his penis. Coming to the head, he flicked this briefly before withdrawing entirely. "Can't blame you, really."

Kein inhaled slowly as his new... erm... acquaintance began. He hadn't really been expecting much, but if openers were any indication... the guy was good. "Hmm... wouldn't say that just yet..."

"Well, let me know when you _would_ say it..." He bratted softly as he wrapped his mouth around just the crown of the businessman. His tongue snaking from his pursed lips, he traced the subtle veins as his mouth lowered slowly so as to engulf his client.

There wasn't much reply to that-- besides which, this was getting _damn_ fun. Kein leaned back in the chair, a smile creeping in as he basked in the other's attentions. He also curled a hand over one of the armrests-- before this was over, he figured he just might need something to grab on to.

Descending as far as possible, he paused here for a moment as he let his tongue take a tour of the trapped flesh and, letting one hand lift to cup the elder's balls, he squeezed firmly at these same before working to a more gently, rhythmic motion. Still, after time, he moved to withdraw his mouth as he let his tongue slide along the underside of the flesh.

Kein's breath grew distinctly more shuddery as the stranger tongued at him, and his mind veered off on a tangent as he realized this was probably the first time he'd messed around with someone without so much as knowing their name. This thought drew a soft, slightly gaspy chuckle from him, and he said in a tone quiet enough to be barely more than a whisper, "D'you know... don't think I introduced myself. ...Kein, nice to meet you..." he chuckled deep in his throat again, and let his head fall back.

"Kein..." Muneca repeated once his mouth was away from the flesh and, pausing for a moment, he tilted his head. Chuckling softly to himself, he pressed his lips against the very tip of the other as he next spoke. "Not Kein of Montague Corporation?"

A tiny gasp escaped his lips as Kein felt the punk draw back... just his luck, that he'd get a tease. His hand tightened around the armrest, and he replied in a rather distracted mutter, "Yeah..." before clamping his mouth shut to prevent any further audible reactions.

"Ah." That was pretty much the only verbal response given, but, inwardly, he found he had to laugh. How surreal. He was in a hotel room giving one of the most successful young businessmen in Eden a blow. Hn. It was almost enough to make one starstruck. Snorting at this thought, he rededicated himself to his efforts and, again engulfing the elder in his mouth, he chose a rather more rapid pace for his descending.

It was pretty tough, though, for Kein to stick to his normal volume during this sort of thing-- namely, silent-- because... christ... the guy was _very_ good. He didn't really want to think about how much practice it would take to get this good, but he could sure as hell enjoy the product. And though he generally liked to be in more control of his reactions, it was impossible to do any less than jerk up with his hips a little as the speed of the blowjob suddenly increased.

Keeping the more rapid pace, he continued to move his mouth over the elder and, his tongue alternately tracing every vein and just swirling the whole, he grinned inwardly as Kein started to move his hips, even just a little. Letting the hand at the businessman's balls squeeze with a bit more firmness, he moved the unoccupied hand to stroke whatever flesh wasn't currently being serviced by his mouth.

Shit. Fuck very good; the punk was probably the best blowjob Kein'd had in... awhile. His mind, nevermind his memory, was going a bit blank, so he really couldn't summon a more coherent thought than that. It would be okay, to arch up just a little bit more... yeah, it would... christ...

He chuckled as Kein started to arch up at increasing increments and, wanting to keep the vibrations likely caused by this sound, he started to make a faint purring sound at the back of his throat. Taking advantage of this new arching, he slipped the hand that had been playing with the elder's balls back so as to cup, then squeeze and knead his ass. Naturally, through all this, he only increased the pace and effort of his mouth and, bobbing his head almost frantically, he slithered his tongue over any and all convenient flesh.

Ooh fuck. Whatever the punk was doing-- and at this point, Kein couldn't quite identify it-- it was working. Breath caught in his throat, his hand clenched hard at the armrest, body trembling under the strain of control that was beginning to slip.

Naturally, of course, he wanted to see Kein's control slip entirely. So, letting the rumbling in his throat--and thus the vibrations caused by this--to deepen, he squeezed harder still at the soft flesh of the elder's ass and, letting his teeth scrape just ever-so-slightly against the flesh at mouth, he made sure to let his tongue linger over all the most sensative spots even as his mouth continued to move.

Kein gave a quick jerk at these tactical developments, and his mind blanked out entirely-- and with it, of course, any remnants of control and pride he'd been using to brace himself up. He jerked again and gave a hoarse yell he didn't even hear as he came, knuckles whitening on the armrest.

Grinning to himself at the complete loss of control, Mune naturally drank in all of Kein's offering and, as the elder rode the crest of his climax, he continued his efforts, though, of course, they soon tapered away. Drawing away from the other, he sat back on his heels and, grinning like the cat which got the cream, he watched Kein intently.

Though for a few moments it was all Kein could do to breathe, he tried to get himself under control as soon as possible and eventually pried his hand off the chair to scratch at the nape of his neck. Finally, as an afterthought, he brought his gaze down to meet the punk's, and chuckled. "Hm. That was well worth it. Never did catch your name..."

"That was well worth it, huh?" He snorted softy at the praise as he shook his head. Shrugging this aside, though, he smirked a bit as he quirked a brow. "Still, interesting to know how offering a fifty to some random panhandler ends up with me giving a blowjob to Kein Montague in a hotel room. I'm Dante."

Slowly, Kein summoned the energy for a grin as he mulled over the other's reply. "Alright. Nice to meet you after all, Dante." He gave another chuckle; it wasn't really so much the charity-to-blowjobs arc that surprised him as much as the insults-to-blowjobs bit. But hey, if all insults wound up something like this, he'd be a lot nastier in the future.

"Well, interesting to know how you change your tune after getting sucked off..." He laughed faintly as he got to his feet. Stretching fluidily, he glanced to the elder, then, after a moment, he held out his hand toward the other. "Anyway, if there's nothing else that you wanted..."

Kein eyed the hand for a long moment, though its implications were immediately obvious. The boy was a whore. No, it hadn't occured to him that whole time-- mostly because, with the way the conversation had gone, it had really more seemed like he'd called the punk's bluff, and the guy just hadn't wanted to back down. Matter of pride. But no, apparently it was just a matter of money. *Well, well, aren't you an enterprising little fuck.* He rose, ignoring the hand entirely, and retrived his things, dressing in silence as he struggled to keep his face blank.

"Montague..." He muttered sternly as he watched the elder man dress. Right. So what's this, then? The guy was just going to stiff him--no pun intended--after a performance like that? Like hell! "You're forgetting something."

"Am I?" Kein drawled, keeping his voice low and sarcastic to mask how angry he was growing. *Tricked. Tricked by a whore.* If he'd even had the faintest idea that he'd have to put up with this _bullshit_-- he turned to face the other abruptly, still expressionless. "But don't you think you forgot something as well?"

"No, nothing I can think of..." He shook his head and, oblivious to the other's rising anger--or perhaps jut not caring--he smirked. "From how you were screaming and twitching, I don't think I forgot a thing..."

One eyebrow shot up-- he had _not_ been screaming. But really, what could one expect from a whore? His voice ever more poisonous, Kein replied, "No, I meant the part where you pretended to be honestly arguing with me, and conveniently forgot to mention you were just a whore with something else on your mind altogether-- oh, and an inventive little trick for drumming up business."

"Oh _please_!" He snorted harshly and, rolling his eyes, he shook his head. "Do you honestly think that the whole reason I even _approached_ you in the park was so that I'd have the _honor_ of blowing you? That I had some sinister plot to force you into coming back with me to a hotel room or something equally as horrible? Or maybe I was just so starstruck by the great young businessman, Kein Montague, that I just couldn't keep my mouth to myself..."

"I don't think you had anything on your mind at all but a little extra cash," Kein observed icily, "in which case, wouldn't standard proceedure have been to establish a rate while we were still outside?" *In which case I would've had the chance to just walk away.* Damn it, this was what Darran kept him away from in the first place, tricky little chislers who were just after his money. And like an idiot, he'd assumed he'd be able to identify bullshit like this on his own.

"Well, I'm so sorry I didn't just stand there and haggle with you in the middle of the Park." With a sigh, he rolled his eyes. Honestly, it wasn't worth it, especially considering that he, technically, wasn't even working at this point, but, really, where did this guy get off, anyway? "I simply didn't realize that you get random offers of sex from random strangers in the park. Then again, I guess I just didn't realize that the whole fucking city bends over whenever Mr. Montague snaps his royal fingers."

"_Dumbass_," he spat out, "I wouldn't have fucking _touched_ you if I known--" Kein broke off, lips twisting into a furious little sneer. "Whatever." Not worth it, not worth it. Just _get him the hell out_, away from this fucking hotel, this room, plum-colored hair, and tongue-- "Just tell me what the hell I owe."

"Give me a fifty." He sighed resignedly as he held out his hand. The better to get away from this whole fucked-up experience and back into the fresh air. Hell, even if he did nothing more than spend the rest of the day roaming, it'd still be better than this.

Kein silently dug out his wallet and extracted the required bill, then paused and held it between thumb and forefinger, just out with no particular direction. Though he was facing forward, the bill certainly wasn't directed entirely _at_ the punk. *He'll get his goddamn money... but he'll have to take it himself, I'm not fucking handing it to him.*

"Right. I see the money." He snorted softly as he once more held out his hand. If the freak thought that Mune was going to reach for, let alone _beg_ for, the money, then he was one sadly mistaken fuck. Still, for the moment, he'd give the great and godly Kein Montague another chance. "Hand it over and we can both forget this ever happened."

Silence, no reply, and certainly no reaction.

"Grow up and just give me the fucking money." He hissed through clenched teeth. Eyes narrowed, he stared hard at the elder, but he made no move to actually reach for the bill. "I'm not about to beg you for it, so go fuck yourself, if that's what you're thinking."

Kein quirked one eyebrow as Dante finally showed signs of real anger, and instead of replying in kind, a tiny ironic smile hooked in one corner of his mouth. "You're the one who wants it."

"Oh _fuck_ you!" He snarled as he shook his head. Right. Just the same as any of the other fucking disgusting businessmen. They only wanted to degrade him, to bring him down, to make him as bad as they; well, fuck that. Turning on his heel, he made for the door. "Keep your fucking precious money you sad sack of shit. I don't even want it."

Kein snorted as he slipped the bill back in his pocket, feeling no guilt whatsoever for not giving the whore his payment. *If he wanted the money so damn badly, he could've told me from the first.* He followed the other to the door, but promptly turned down the side the punk seemed _not_ to be going down; the only thing on his mind now was parting ways as quickly as possible and getting the ever loving fuck out.

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