"Yuu," he summoned me with that deep, commanding voice. My eyes attentively landed on him at the sound of the little shortened nickname he had for me. "An order: dress me."
Another day, another dollar.
I stood from my chair, walking over to him. I exchanged a brief glance with him that said a million things before beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.
The events of last night still played fullscreen in my mind, the intensity and wanting lingering dangerously heavy in the back of my head. If I wanted to be professional, I'd have to let it go. Mika seemed to as well.
He asked me to dress him, so of course as I was ridding his shirt, I couldn't help but to leave long, gentle kisses on whatever exposed smooth skin I came across. He didn't even seem to care; the most he did was chuckle at my show of "favorability." After all, Mika had a very dangerous irresistibility that I could not fight. He always smelled so expensive, too good for me and like something that was too beautiful to ever exist on the planet. It was just hallucinating...
After last night, his kisses resembled an entrancing advert that I undoubtedly became riveted in. I wanted more of them; I ached for more contact with him - to be as close as possible. I was too far in.
God... If only I could've just had him for a night...
Okay, mind, let's not get us fired here.
I removed his shirt fully, pulling my lips into my mouth at the sight of his frontside. Flaws did not exist in his presence. He was the softest thing I had ever touched. I felt guilty to even have my hands on him.
I was falling for it.
I locked another gaze with him. He was already looking at me, curiosity deep within his blue eyes, waiting for my next move.
My next move was to remove his pants. I was pretty dumb for gawking, but not that dumb to dress him in the new shirt and pass the opportunity to see him fully unclothed all at once.
I slowly got on my knees, never breaking eye contact with him. I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper as if to purposely drag time. And I was. There wasn't a second I wanted to let pass me. I wanted to drink up every single second of it.
For some strange reason, I could hear sounds in the back of head. Sounds I wanted to hear, but the only thing I could hear was the fabric sliding down his smooth, creamy legs. I bit down on my lip, resting my forehead against his thigh as I slightly panted.
I was failing...
Once I had them down around his ankles, he made me look up at him with a finger under my chin. He forced a half smile, then pursed his lips with an unimpressed expression.
He tilted his head just a tad and told me, "You think too much." He stepped out of his pants, folding them in half before resting them over the arm of a chair behind him. I stared up at him helplessly, my throat tightening as I saw him in just his plain underwear.
He didn't even wear boxers. He wore something right in the middle of women's wear and men's. I couldn't even explain it, but it was just so damn hot. He made anything look sexy and it made me sad because I could not have him.
It was tight and black, curving right around his tiny, pudgy waist but fully concealed his rear end - which, of course, looked greater than ever in them. Mika in tight clothes was my pure weakness.
He pressed his small palm on my forehead, then carefully combed his fingers into my hair, a massaging gesture. My defeated - and probably clearly submissive - face was fully exposed to him, showing him who was boss. His little hand then snaked to the nape of my neck like a sensual greeting as if to wake up my senses. It sent a small shiver down my spine.
"What are you thinking of, Yuu?" he softly questioned with an innocent voice, his nails grazing my skin like little knives. I had only known him for a short amount of time, but he'd already found out how to get me under his control just with a touch.
My lips quivered for a reason I couldn't comprehend, my stare averting from him. "...You," I whispered in bafflement, my voice on the verge of breaking. "You're so unfair."
"Unfair?" he quizzically restated as if the word were completely new. He knew exactly what he was doing. "How am I unfair?"
I looked up at him with dissatisfaction, my eyebrows furrowed. "You tease me," I listed, making him give me a pathetic look of pity. "You know I can't do anything."
"Mm," he hummed out due to my lack of interest, any contact he had with my suddenly breaking. He crossed his arms, licking his lips like a stubborn bastard as he eyed me like I were nothing. I probably was to him. I was just some mere assistant.
"Where are your new clothes?" I lowly asked, giving up on my plead. He commanded with his finger for me to get me to my feet, which I did. He stood just where I could feel his body heat radiating onto mine.
"Nowhere," he calmly said, pulling me into a loose embrace. My heartbeat and breathing were already screwing up as he buried his face into the crevice of my neck.
"Wait," I whispered at the sudden intimacy, feeling his cued chaste kisses. "What?" I stammered. I could hear his tiny laugh, which was my signal to be suspicious.
Yet again, I gave in to his ever so perfect lips working magic on my skin, under his word. I weakly pressed my fingers into his shoulder, my eyebrows furrowed as I just decided to say "fuck it all!" and just concentrate deeply on the sensation. His way of showing affection was like heaven. What was I talking about? I could so get used to this.
God forbid if Viníce were to walk in here on us.
My eyes were hardly open as they averted to the night sky outside of the windows. I gazed at the little twinkles in the distance, just wondering how in the world I wound up next to this god instead of anywhere else.
"So... Am I still going to dress you?" I whispered as his trail got closer and closer to my lips. As soon as he comprehended my full question, he sighed heavily, making me suddenly feel bad.
"Do you honestly want me clothed?" he asked with a sneer. My face heated up like fire as an uneasy sensation crawled underneath my skin.
"No," I admitted, swallowing nervously. Was there any right answer there?
"Then stay silent," he murmured. I looked down at the floor in defeat, destroyed that I was infatuated with someone so beautiful yet so heartless.
I couldn't express how lonely I realized I was after I met him. As soon as I acknowledged this, I began to like him. Very, very quickly.
No, I wasn't lonely. I was fine before. I was independent, goddammit! I was a proud nerd who didn't need a supermodel! Video games were my love! And junk food... Man, I suddenly yearned for my life just a week ago.
Then I heard him giggle.
I looked at him, his little grin making me grow weak. "Adorable," he softly said, carefully cupping my face and giving me a small kiss on my lips.
"Aren't you worried that the entire city can see you practically butt-naked from here?" I pondered out of the blue, completely breaking the mood.
He rolled his eyes, then looked down at my pants. I did as well, confused at what had suddenly interested him.
Okay, no. I wasn't as confused as I thought I was.
"...Why're you staring at my penis?" I apprehensively asked.
He glared at me in disbelief, face red with humiliation. "I am not staring at your penis. I am staring at your pants."
"Right where my penis is."
"But it is not your penis."
"Yeah, but through my pants? That's my penis - exactly where you're staring."
"I am not staring at it!" he argued, continuing to stare right at it.
I covered it with my hands, making him looking at me with a flustered face. Before I knew it, I began to laugh.
"Why were you looking there?" I teasingly cooed.
Turns out joking presumptions did not slide past Mika like they did with other people. He turned on me quicker than a criminal.
"Because. Your pants lie. You are not as packed as you look."
Assumptions did not slide past me either. Well, they usually did, but I felt like a smart ass in the moment.
"I suggest you find out first," I mocked, not sure why I had said that. He raised his eyebrows, knowing well enough he was far above me.
"Please!" he scoffed, stepping away from me. I couldn't help but to steal a look at his butt. "Like I would engage in sexual activities with a filthy vagabond."
"You just did. And what you did to me in the elevator last night said otherwise, too," I hissed, taking a step back as well. Why were we even taking steps back? Heat of the moment... I think.
"Do not act like your scenario in the bathroom spoke otherwise as well. Cannot keep your fantasies in your head?" he mimicked playfully, trying to retain his laughter. Looks like we both couldn't take each other seriously, yet ourselves.
"Can't keep your hands off me?" I argued louder, fighting back the hysteria. "Probably why you hired me as your assistant - so you could have someone to touch other than yourself."
"I do not masturbate - get that through your head." He pointed at his head, giving me a dirty look.
"So you do it to yourself through me instead, huh?"
"How on the planet could I do that? If I engage in any sex, you are not in the picture, Yuichiro."
I was going to explode in laughter in any second. "So don't touch me anymore!"
"You couldn't last a day without me on your mind," he taunted me, imitating a gesticulation of jerking off. God, I almost gave in.
"Neither could you; I'm your only friend who you can't go two seconds without flirting with. After all, every child needs a toy," I snapped at him, making him raise an eyebrow.
"Doesn't it look like we need each other then?" he sighed, glaring at me as he made his way to his closet. My eyes locked with his rear again, this time instantaneously. So... fucking... perfect. Couldn't help myself. I was an ass guy.
I closed my eyes. Yuu, the church would not approve.
I plopped down on the couch, resting my head back on it and gazed up at the ceiling light. A smile found its way on my face. Damn... I liked him so much.
He was even sexy while he was arguing. Who looks sexy while doing that? Most people look like they've just relapsed on the most powerful drug and are struggling to keep themselves composed. That's what I felt like on the inside.
Mika was my drug, then. How the on Earth was I relapsing then? I didn't know. I saw the damn dude everyday. He was on me everyday.
After a long moment that I didn't even comprehend was passing me, he had mounted me on the couch, dressed in clothes I didn't even get a chance to see because I became drowned in him all over again. He held my face, his beautifully sculpted features hovering over me.
I stared into his eyes. "What do you want--"
"Hush." he abruptly snapped. "Look at you... Like I need you." I couldn't even comprehend what was happening - all I felt was his light weight pressing on me and his hands gripping a million places all at once. He sat right on my lap with his butt pushing right against my crotch, his face buried right where he liked it - my crevice - and then he scolded the living daylight out of me.
"You think I hired you for my own pleasurable reasons?" A sudden hand cupped around my neck. "You cannot even obey me under simple command because you are too busy fantasizing over an experience in bed with me." A knee placed right in between my legs, pushing just hard enough where it felt good and didn't hurt me. I exhaled a shaky whimper, clutching onto the tough material of his clothing. "You get aroused by the dumbest things - you cannot focus." Now a hand was teasing me. I get he was trying to discipline me, but he was turning me on at the same time. He kissed me roughly on my neck - mercilessly. I gave in slightly - a low, pleasured cry at the bottom of my throat. "You cannot even fight that you like this. My weight on you, teasing you, kissing you, touching you - want me to touch you in bed? Make you feel so unforgettably amazing?"
"Shit, yes," I pleadingly moaned as I tossed my head back.
"Too bad," he whispered to me, tracing my lips with his fingers. "Since you believe I need you as much as you need myself."
The sexy session came to a disappointing, sharp end, him suddenly stepping off of me on the couch and sneering at my flustered state. I finally saw his full outfit now; decked out in a sexy black leather jacket and tight black leggings. Simple and sexy. Jesus.
Mika won.
"I know mostly of everything that goes on here before it happens," he began as he paced. My lidded, hazy eyes followed him. "And I know that there is a solstice celebratory party tonight. Therefore, I am required to attend, and you are coming with me. I forbid to bring you with me if you arrive like this."
I was a mess. I could feel my hair messed up and my shirt a mess, but at least I could claim that this wasn't entirely my fault. Mika wasn't exactly calm and collected in that session himself - he was tugging and gripping at my clothes and hair and leaving hot, wet, and rough kisses all over me. The only thing I got to do was enjoy.
I sighed, collapsing into fetal position on the couch.
"What are you doing?" he asked with no emotion, stepping up to me. I yawned, tears forming in my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was from yawning or how much I was suffering.
"Learning to cope with your bossiness."
After a moment, he smiled.
~
I held tightly onto Mika's hand the entire time as we made our way to the "celebratory occasion." Whatever that was. It was a colossal, dim room with shining bright lights that occasionally strobed, a deep bass playlist of music that surged throughout me, and bodies. Lots of bodies. I felt sweaty already, but I still clutched to his hand, praying I didn't lose him in the commotion.
Most people were too busy to even notice his presence, either dancing, pigged out on the party favors, or making cannonballs into the large massive pool whose water color changed every so often with the flashing lights. I was awed. It was party heaven. Surprisingly, no one looked completely knocked on drugs or drenched in the gross smell of alcohol. People were actually making a considerable pathway for us to walk, most people greeting Mika and feeling him up in admiration.
"Hey! Jeunesse is here!"
A loud excited cheer. Mika and I both interlocked our fingers on instinct. He waved, giving a beautiful small smile. A couple of camera flashes were already going off, but they gave him his well-deserved humane respect after their few pictures. I really hope I didn't wind up in one of those.
Or hopefully they photoshopped me out or something.
"Are you going to swim?" I questioned in his ear, earning a ridiculous look from him. I sheepishly smiled. I was just earnestly curious.
"I want to go somewhere more private," he told me, gently gripping my waist.
Damn... Kinda wanted to go in the pool.
But we did advance somewhere more private. There was a cornered isolation that was surprisingly unpopulated, dim with an absence of light reaching the area. I could make out a couch somewhere in the corner.
The mystery was soon solved as Mika pulled me onto it with him, already urging me into an embrace on his lap.
"It's so dark up here," I murmured, playing with the collar of his jacket.
"Good, I do not want people to see us," he chuckled, his eyes still visible in the darkness. I bit back a smile, an allured gaze still locked between us through my tired eyes.
"Do not bite your lips; I want to kiss them," he softly said, interlocking my fingers between his soft ones. I let my lip slide from my teeth, him instantly dipping in to press his silken, smooth ones against mine when he got the chance.
He seemed to be more affectionate and loving with his gestures than before - more gentle as he held me and kissed very carefully with little pecks of infatuation.
"Am I still bossy?" he curiously asked like a little child while hugging my waist. It was like my waist resembled an amusing playdoh to him.
I shook my head, brushing my thumb over his chin. "Sometimes. But that's what makes you, you."
He lowly chuckled, resting his head on my chest. A small sigh left him as his ponderous fingers roamed up the thin fabric of my shirt, grazing over my trembling torso and feverishly pressing to feel my body. I wanted him to do so many things to me.
"I am very sad," he quietly groaned, his shoulders rising and lowering with his umpteenth deep sigh of the night.
"Why?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows as I twiddled a pale lock of his hair in between my fingers. His little pout was adorable, of course.
"I wanted to get some fruit and cheese while I was down there," he dramatically admitted. I rolled my eyes, settling down next to him rather than on top of him.
"So go get some. You practically own this place, right?" He unreasonably groaned at my mindless question, at what point I gave in on our conversation.
"Shh," he commanded me, poking my cheek from the other side of the couch.
I giggled, pushing his hand away as I exhaled with a sudden million questions racing in my mind. I realized just how little I knew about Mika. I craved to know everything, but I didn't want to pressure him at all. He probably received pressure all of the time, but the last person I wanted him to receive pressure from was me. Mika was still a living breathing person, so I had to be very considerate with him.
"So, Mika..." I began, his gaze averting to mine. "Since you're, like, a model and stuff, can you walk in heels?"
He scoffed, laughing slightly. "No. That is the women's interesting talent."
"Ah, okay," I nodded, messing with a lose stitching on my pants. It was kind of a joking question, but knowing how well Mika pulled off feminine attractions, he could probably do anything.
I decided to delve a bit deeper, hoping I didn't cross some emotional line. "Why were you crying the first day I saw you?"
He pouted his lips at the question, clearing his throat before just shrugging microscopically as if to convince himself it was nothing. "I had received some news on my mother that day," he stated, looking up at nothing in particular as if to recap on the events that day on an empty canvas. "I like to say that she just grew a little bit weaker on her battle. She's ill."
I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat, trying to ignore all of the questions pounding in my head at once to focus on the most important. "If I can ask, what illness is she battling?"
He pressed his lips together, that high gaze suddenly falling to the floor. I felt like I would regret my question very soon. "An illness labeled as RCC; it is a cancer... Of some sort," he trailed off, biting his lip. "It affects her kidneys, and I cannot express how useless I feel to her because I cannot give mine to her. My contract will not let me."
What kind of sickening modeling contract disallows someone to donate their own organs to someone in need?
I didn't even have time to feel guilty. I just instantaneously gave in, pulling him towards me, the fear of that answer digging deep within my skin. Burdens only seem to doom other people, and I will always feel like this because a burden never doomed on me. I've always felt unluckily free of the gates of bad luck and disasters, so I would never fully understand the weight of his stress.
Combined with his life of fame and the stress of his mother, I held him tighter, but he didn't seem to need the condolence. My conversation with Esha made me realize just how painful the distance was between his mother and him. Did he really have anyone in here at all?
"Mika," I softly spoke out, his lack of responses making me nervous. "I know you probably don't get this a lot, but I am here for you if you ever need me. For anything."
"Why does everyone say that..." he trailed off, slowly pushing his way out of my embrace. I looked at him with a slightly confused expression. "And then afterward, I would be... Used, and played, so dirtily," he looked damaged as he stressed each word, like each had a story behind it that brought wrenching emotion. I breathed nervously, shaking my head.
"Because they're dumb idiots who can't keep a promise," I told him, taking his hand. "Look, I may be the worst assistance you'll ever get in this fancy business - lame, dumb, video game fanatic who jerks off to pictures of my own boss for goodness sake - but I am not like these city people, okay?" He looked at me like he'd heard the same thing over and over again, but even in the dimness I could see something slightly hopeful in the back of his eyes. "I am here for as long as you want me and I will be to your assistance under any circumstance. And that is a promise. Not a declaration."
He gave me this look he'd never given me before, like for once it actually meant something that was affectionate and true. I couldn't describe it, but it was a look like he'd finally grown a slight trust in me.
"You hardly know me as a person, so you doing all of this conflicts me, but I trust you." He interlocked our fingers.
I nodded. "I'll get to know you soon. Whenever you're ready to let me in."
It was like he was in utter disbelief at my words tonight. But he smiled softly, and gave our locked hands a soft kiss.
Under the beautiful skin and magnificence of a mystical person who didn't even seem real was a living, breathing boy who was all alone. The only thing I was concerned with was did anyone else see underneath who people made him out to be?
Although the music was pounding all around us, I could still hear eager footsteps racing up the stairwell leading up to our lookout area, Mika suddenly tensing up. I quickly retracted my hand back to my side, glancing nervously at the corner.
"Yuu," he nervously began, suddenly sounding like he was going to be sick. "Go."
"Go? Go where?" I quickly asked, uncomfortably shifting my position.
"Away from here - go home for the day, I will pay you first thing in the morning tomorrow, I promise," shaky breaths and a broken voice explained to me.
A couple of the young adults from downstairs were already racing in, eagerly tugging at him. "Jeunesse, come on! They're starting!"
"Is this your boyfriend?"
"You look really good tonight!"
"Smile! There's tons of cameras out tonight,"
I panicked, quickly trying to make my way in between their eager hands and Mika's struggling presence, trying to cover him with my own body. Mika was fighting against me, pushing me away.
"Go, Yuu! Get out!"
"I'm your assistant! I have to get you out of this--"
"Get out!" he screamed at me, the people and him all throwing me off at once. They completely ignored me as a being, still trying to interrogate him. "That is an order!"
I sunk into a messy mass of stupefaction, his angry, threatening gaze frightening me. In the bond we'd just formed, I felt like this wasn't at all an attempt to throw anger at me. It was like he was just... warning me.
I felt like I was going to cry, but for what reason? Did Mika truly not believe my words before? Or did he suddenly dislike me...
I was enraged with questions, quickly escaping the room which tore me up from the inside out. I hastily maneuvered my way out of the tightly packed bodies and tables and chairs to find the doorway, at what point I exited with the polar opposite of the mood I had entered with.
I entered anxiously, excited with the boy I was working for and curious of the night's events. Now I was enraged with disappointment and oblivion. I hated the night and the party because I was left with no answers - no conclusion.
If this was even a conclusion, it was a shit ending.
I didn't want to leave. I wanted Mika too much to leave. I couldn't just walk out of the building like nothing happened. There was no way in Hell I was ever going to resort to that. I've seen too many shows to know what was happening. Thank goodness for being a couch potato.
Mika didn't hate me. I saw in his face that it was the exact opposite. He saw hope that he found something he could entrust himself with. No one ever cared for the boy underneath the skin of a Doll, and if they did, he was not close with them. They were either in a constant drift from him or never stayed. The only person who truly loved Mika was his mother, and that's why the distance killed him.
Maybe Esha did as well, but it wasn't the same. No one can replace a mother.
I found myself paralyzed in a bathroom stall, my brain dead of hope, but my heart still beating. Whatever was happening to Mika he clearly did not want me to see. I just prayed for him in that stall, wishing I was strong enough to save him from that situation and be able to get him out of anything that he had to suffer through.
I felt like I let him down, although there was nothing I could do.
It was nearing midnight already and the commotion from the party had well on died down, the only sounds heard being the rearranging of chairs and tables. I left my stall, planning to return to Mika's estate to see if things changed, like if by chance that things had gotten better and the unknown must-be-concealed horror was over.
I took the elevator to his floor, gently pushing the buzzer to request his door. No response.
I pushed in the PIN number to unlock it which he'd entrusted me with. If only I had a damn keycard already. I gently pushed open the door, it locking behind me.
"Mika?" I quietly called, helplessly making my way around the large office. What was I doing?
I went to the mysterious door that he never introduced me to, weird muffled sounds coming from it. I pressed my ear to the thick polished wood, furrowing my eyebrows at the strange noises.
Muffled conversation was all I could make out, and a strange rhythmic noise that sounded scarily familiar. I heard a sudden snap of something and a rising beg of denial. I couldn't decipher any words being said, but I definitely made out some crying.
I heard all I needed to hear. I had recognized Mika's voice. I looked down at the knob, noticing it had a simple enough small lever to flick down on the side to unlock it. A hissing noise followed as I quickly opened the door.
"Mika?" I curiously asked, trying to find a light switch but saw nothing but scary darkness. "What the heck is going on in here?"
"Yuu," his broken voice called out, the sound breaking my heart. He sounded distorted in pain. I made out a figure laying on top of him, which was definitely a lady. He was having sex with a woman.
"Who is this?" the woman murmured to him, quickly collecting things to the side of them to cover herself with.
Mika was too paralyzed in sobs and terrorizing agony to respond. That's when I realized the only reason he would be crying while having sex is because the woman was molesting him.
I felt myself snap, swallowing back the horrid tightness in my throat. Mika's soft cries made it even worse.
"Get out," I hissed with all of the nastiest kinds of disgust and hatred pent up behind me, blindly making my way over to the bed to find the naked woman. I pushed her harshly, hearing her collide on the floor on the other side of the bed.
"What the hell?!" Her unseeable gaze snapped to Mika, where she angrily rambled out something in French to him. Mika was far too broken to respond.
"Get out!" I screamed, already on my way to the other side of the bed to throw her outside before she finally tied herself up in loose clothing and made her way out, slamming the door behind her.
"Yuu," Mika pleadingly cried out again, his voice vulnerably high. He weakly extended his arm out for me in the darkness. I couldn't see anything, but I could make out his face and chest, where I quickly pulled him into my arms. He reeked of perfume and slight sweat, his body trembling in horror as he whimpered into my neck.
"Mika," I whispered, quickly covering his exposed body with the sheet. "Oh, God, Mika, why didn't you have me stay?"
His high-pitched cries made me shiver pitifully, tears forming in my own eyes.
It was like he clearly ignored my words, beginning to explain to me the words I never forgot since that night.
"If you become a Doll-" he paused to cough- "y-you would save me from prostitution. All of these men and women... They... They rape me b-because... In my... Contract, I am an alleged prostitute... I do not have a say over who I have sex with... I am nothing but a toy, Y-Yuu. Viníce, she raped me, too. I want you to save me, please. Please, become a Doll - you will be mine and no one will ever touch you. They will not rape me anymore, and they will finally respect me... I am in so much pain... I..."
I was in tears, quickly making him look into my eyes through the darkness. I swiped the tears from under his eyes, weakly holding his soft face.
"Shh, it's okay. I will. I'll become a Doll. As soon as I show up tomorrow, show me how it's done. I want to help you, I do,"
"Thank you," he quietly whimpered, shaking horribly as he held me.
Ever since that night, I never forgot the importance of what I really did for Mikaela that night. I regretted so horribly vetoing his deal that day, but what did I know of it? But now I knew, and it all made sense. The realization of it all struck me harshly, and I realized just how drowned Mika was in this terror.
But yet another hand never touched Mikaela again without his consent.