Beautiful Creature
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,231
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Beautiful Creature
This is my first yaoi fanfic, I hope you enjoy it. I had this idea in my head for DAYS so here it is. Please review! I need to know what you think. :D
---- = Later on
** = Flash back
+Beatiful Creature+
\"Such a beautiful creature. .\" whispered the nasty looking male with a large mole right at the top of his nose. Adam was half tempted to yank his head back in disgust, but a customer\'s a customer. . The man ran his fingers through one of the ebony locks that strayed away from the side of the nineteen-year-old\'s face. \"You almost resemble a woman. . Just the way I like them.\" It was true. Adam did resemble a woman very much with his strikingly pretty features, his full lips that were usually painted black or red, his soft, silky and pale skin and then his almond shaped eyes that were his most alluring features. . Today he was dressed in a maid\'s outfit with a gothic touch. The puffed white under-shirt delicatly slid down near the top of his shoulders and were laced together to stay in place. The skirt was extra short for the customer\'s easy access and for a good peek. He was ordered to wear pure-white thigh-high stockings and a pair of a girls\' Mary-Jane\'s to add to the affect. His hair was tied in a pony-tail, but alot of it still fell at his waist. Some of the shorter bits were geled to spike around the band that held it together, and his bangs fell past his chin, covering his right eye but the left showed his dark, midnight orb that was accented with heavy eyeliner.
\"I\'ll take this one!\" declared that man and rubbed his fat hands together. The manager of the brothel nodded and Adam\'s heart sank.
\"So you\'ll be taking Eve this night, sir? Good choice, good choice!\" his boss chimed and took the amount of money that was required for Adam\'s -- Eve\'s -- services. Eve was his red-light district name, a play off his real name and they claimed he resembled like the Eve of the night. He hated it, no. . He detested it. The rest of the men and women behind the wooden bars snickered at him as Eve and the customer walked up the stairs to the private rooms. He dreaded what was to come next. . Adam wasn\'t taller than this one. No. . He usually stood at about 5\'3\", a small size for his age and with the mary-janes he was 5\'5\". This man was at least 6\' exactly, which was unusual for his kind. He was kind of portley and balding, bushy eyebrows and a moustache. Plus the hideous mole on his nose could send signals to space it was so large.
\'He better not get that ugly thing anywhere near me. .\' Adam thought to himself as the customer hurridly opened the doorway to a few hours of sinful, and disgusting for Adam, sex.
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Adam stood beneath the hot water that was pounding onto his skin from the shower head, causing his pale skin to turn a light pink. He felt dirty and cheap. Mostly dirty. . He always felt like this after work. . The teenager would\'ve quit, but he needed the money to keep his literally one-room apartment. He had a pile of blankets in the corner of the room as his bed, no table and one stove and sink. Adam owned no furniture at all, that\'s what he was usually working for but his other two jobs didn\'t pay enough. One job\'s pay went for the groceries that he only went shopping for once a month or in dire situations while the other was for the rent. The prostitution money went to his sister\'s medical bills. She had a chronic disease that their parents had died from when Adam and LeAnne were children. Of course, LeAnne was older than he was by three years, so she was twenty-two. . but despite their age difference, Adam always made sure that she was safe. . However he couldn\'t keep her away from her illness.
LeAnne didn\'t know what he did.
He couldn\'t tell her about it.
Adam could imagine the look of disappointment and sorrow on her face if she ever found out it was dirty money. .
Silently, he turned off the shower with a turn of the knob and he watched the soap and shampoo suds along with some blood spiral down the drain. He felt like his life was going down with it along with his soul and sanity. . After drying himself, he slipped on a loose black t-shirt, then a pair of plain boxers and wrapped his incredibly lengthy hair into a turban, like women would do. He felt like he was turning into one day by day the more he worked at that horrible brothel. Adam stepped into the dismal room that was his kitchen/bedroom/living room. It was lit only by the moonlight that traveled into the small window where the blankets layed. Beside it was a photograph of his family. . When they were once happy. He closed his eyes as he reminiced. .
**
\"Come on guys, give it back! That isn\'t fair!\" cried LeAnne while trying to jump for her favorite stuffed bear. \"Adam gave me that!\"
\"This ragidy thing?\" asked the tallest boy who was holding the animal above the little girl\'s head.
\"He probably dug it out of the garbage! You\'re family\'s too poor to afford anything!\" jeered another and laughed until he fell over from a swift kick between the legs from a smaller boy. The child was puffing out his cheeks angrily and his fists were clenched to the point that they looked like they would burst from the pressure.
\"You assholes! Give it BACK!\" he screeched and reared his leg back then slammed his foot right into the teen\'s knee that was holding the bear hostage. He let out a yelp of pain, dropping the toy in an instant and hobbled around. Two others that were with him helped up the incapacitated friend and carried him off along with the leader, yelling obceneties along the way. The boy picked up the bear, dusted it off as best as he could and handed it to the sniffling little girl with a soft smile.
\"Here, LeAnne. .\"
\"Thanks, Adam. .\" she said as she held out her hands to hold onto the bear. .
**
Adam\'s thoughts were interrupted by the dull ring of his telephone. Frowning, and dreading what was to come, he walked over to it and picked up the reciever. \"Hello?\"
\"Good! You\'re there! Adam, you\'re needed for the morning shift, Josh called in sick and we\'re already low on help.\" said a crystaline, female voice. The woman on the other end sounded cheery yet exhausted. It was his boss, Sherry. She owned a ritzy resturant a mile or so from his apartment. The pay was pretty good, which went to his rent, and he always got nice tips since he was usually mistaken as a girl. Sherry liked to joke and say that all he needed were breast-implants and to tuck his dick between his legs, he\'d be a bonefied woman. Adam didn\'t like that all too much.
\". . I\'ll be there in a few minutes. .\" he whispered.
\"What\'s the matter? Your voice sounds hoarse. Don\'t tell me your sick either. .\"
\"No, no. I\'m not. I\'ll be there soon.\" Adam hung up the phone before she could argue. He needed the money. Truthfully, it was because of the brothel that he sounded sick. The customer had been too rough and he wasn\'t expecting it. He had even complained to the manager, but apparently the sick bastard paid in full for such a feat and didn\'t bother to tell him. Adam yanked the towel off his head and allowed his ankle-length hair to spill out behind him in a shimmer of silk-like black. He\'d be busy all week, he felt, and he didn\'t like it.
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Adam pushed through the door as he clipped on his annoying black bow-tie. The clanking of dishes and the sizzle of the pans and frying filled his ears. He had to quickly clock in and apologize to the red-headed Sherry for being late, but as usual, she just waved her hand in the air dismissivly and told him it didn\'t matter. She never cared if he was tardy or did something wrong. . He thanked her in his mind as he placed a table\'s orders on the round tray then carefully picked it up. Adam read the ticket as he walked and nearly bumped into one of the waitress who muttered a curse word at him. He shrugged it off and placed two of the orders at one table, then walked to the other. It puzzled him, however, as the order was for a single and the place was filled with nothing but rich families or couples.
\"Here\'s your order, sir. Please enjoy.\" the teen said as he placed the food on the table then closed his eyes and gave a short, yet curt bow to the person at the table before turning away. Not looking at the customer once. He usually didn\'t like to, as any of them could\'ve been the many perverts that wandered into the underground brorthel. No, he liked to avoid the strange stares of those he was forced to serve. .
\"Hey!\" he heard the voice of the man he had just gave his order to. The voice was rich and somewhat accented. Adam turned his head to the customer and finally got a good look at him. . Like him, he had dark, dark hair that was tied in a pony tail and the locks fell somewhat past his neck, his bangs fell at either side of his head, exposing his smooth ivory forehead that was free of wrinkles. His eyebrows were thin, as if they were plucked and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses. \'Who wears sunglasses in a resturant?\' was the first thought that came to mind. \'. . He might be blind.\' Adam continued his survey of the man. His neck was slender and not too long, it gracefully ended at his perfect-postured and broad shoulders which had slender arms attatched. His shirt was as black as his hair and it was tight fitting. Adam had to admit. . This guy was pretty hot.
\"Er, yes sir?\" he fumbled and walked back over to the mysterious man who was leaning against the table a bit. He leaned forward, giving the waiter a once-over then removed his glasses, revealing almond shaped eyes that somewhat matched Adam\'s. The boy stiffened a bit. \'He\'s Japanese. .\' The eyes matched his in more ways than one. . They both had that certian emptyness in them. . But this man\'s had a sudden fire in the orbs as soon as he had layed eyes on the teenager. He continued to look at Adam as if he couldn\'t believe something, then finally said, \"Do I know you from somewhere?\"
For a second time, he froze. Inside a little Adam was panicking and running around, screaming like crazy. Could this man actually have gone to the brothel? No, no. He looked like the type that had a serious girlfriend, not married, but at least a girlfriend. Then again, he could be one of those cheating perverts. .
\"Well?\" he heard.
\"Er, no. I don\'t think so. You must have me mistaken.\" Adam said hurridly and gave another bow before quickly walking off, leaving behind the confused male.
Adam avoided that specific table for the rest of the day and didn\'t dare go near it. Even if the guy was just making a mistake, he couldn\'t take a chance. . He only prayed that he wouldn\'t somehow turn up at the brothel.
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He sighed while staring out one of the indents on the wooden bars, only to see a bleek looking wall. The boss had put Adam in the way back for his complaint, but he couldn\'t help it! It was their fault for not preparing him. . The teenager sighed while laying down on the ground of his cage, half sprawled before turning onto his back. Grumbling, he made sure it seemed like a pose rather than showing his fatigue. He\'d get in trouble for it. Moving his hand down a bit, Adam pulled up the plaid skirt he was ordered to wear up a little, showing off his milky thighs. He hated this even more. Tonight he was to portray a school girl. He wore that stupid ridiculously short skirt, the white button-up shortsleeved shirt with the black tie included and knee-high platform boots. Adam liked the boots since it gave him five more inches to his height. He hoped that his hair would stay loose tonight, but no. A girl came up to him in the dressing room and made him put up his hair in idiotic pig-tails complete with red ribbons. He pursed his red lipsticked lips for a moment, half tempted to run his tongue over them but he refrained, not wanting to taste lipstick. Adam was beginning to lose himself in the smell of perfume, cologne and what seemed to be inscence, but he knew it was dope. The sounds of moans from men and women were echoing from up above. .
\"I knew it. I knew I saw you somewhere.\"
---- = Later on
** = Flash back
+Beatiful Creature+
\"Such a beautiful creature. .\" whispered the nasty looking male with a large mole right at the top of his nose. Adam was half tempted to yank his head back in disgust, but a customer\'s a customer. . The man ran his fingers through one of the ebony locks that strayed away from the side of the nineteen-year-old\'s face. \"You almost resemble a woman. . Just the way I like them.\" It was true. Adam did resemble a woman very much with his strikingly pretty features, his full lips that were usually painted black or red, his soft, silky and pale skin and then his almond shaped eyes that were his most alluring features. . Today he was dressed in a maid\'s outfit with a gothic touch. The puffed white under-shirt delicatly slid down near the top of his shoulders and were laced together to stay in place. The skirt was extra short for the customer\'s easy access and for a good peek. He was ordered to wear pure-white thigh-high stockings and a pair of a girls\' Mary-Jane\'s to add to the affect. His hair was tied in a pony-tail, but alot of it still fell at his waist. Some of the shorter bits were geled to spike around the band that held it together, and his bangs fell past his chin, covering his right eye but the left showed his dark, midnight orb that was accented with heavy eyeliner.
\"I\'ll take this one!\" declared that man and rubbed his fat hands together. The manager of the brothel nodded and Adam\'s heart sank.
\"So you\'ll be taking Eve this night, sir? Good choice, good choice!\" his boss chimed and took the amount of money that was required for Adam\'s -- Eve\'s -- services. Eve was his red-light district name, a play off his real name and they claimed he resembled like the Eve of the night. He hated it, no. . He detested it. The rest of the men and women behind the wooden bars snickered at him as Eve and the customer walked up the stairs to the private rooms. He dreaded what was to come next. . Adam wasn\'t taller than this one. No. . He usually stood at about 5\'3\", a small size for his age and with the mary-janes he was 5\'5\". This man was at least 6\' exactly, which was unusual for his kind. He was kind of portley and balding, bushy eyebrows and a moustache. Plus the hideous mole on his nose could send signals to space it was so large.
\'He better not get that ugly thing anywhere near me. .\' Adam thought to himself as the customer hurridly opened the doorway to a few hours of sinful, and disgusting for Adam, sex.
------------------
Adam stood beneath the hot water that was pounding onto his skin from the shower head, causing his pale skin to turn a light pink. He felt dirty and cheap. Mostly dirty. . He always felt like this after work. . The teenager would\'ve quit, but he needed the money to keep his literally one-room apartment. He had a pile of blankets in the corner of the room as his bed, no table and one stove and sink. Adam owned no furniture at all, that\'s what he was usually working for but his other two jobs didn\'t pay enough. One job\'s pay went for the groceries that he only went shopping for once a month or in dire situations while the other was for the rent. The prostitution money went to his sister\'s medical bills. She had a chronic disease that their parents had died from when Adam and LeAnne were children. Of course, LeAnne was older than he was by three years, so she was twenty-two. . but despite their age difference, Adam always made sure that she was safe. . However he couldn\'t keep her away from her illness.
LeAnne didn\'t know what he did.
He couldn\'t tell her about it.
Adam could imagine the look of disappointment and sorrow on her face if she ever found out it was dirty money. .
Silently, he turned off the shower with a turn of the knob and he watched the soap and shampoo suds along with some blood spiral down the drain. He felt like his life was going down with it along with his soul and sanity. . After drying himself, he slipped on a loose black t-shirt, then a pair of plain boxers and wrapped his incredibly lengthy hair into a turban, like women would do. He felt like he was turning into one day by day the more he worked at that horrible brothel. Adam stepped into the dismal room that was his kitchen/bedroom/living room. It was lit only by the moonlight that traveled into the small window where the blankets layed. Beside it was a photograph of his family. . When they were once happy. He closed his eyes as he reminiced. .
**
\"Come on guys, give it back! That isn\'t fair!\" cried LeAnne while trying to jump for her favorite stuffed bear. \"Adam gave me that!\"
\"This ragidy thing?\" asked the tallest boy who was holding the animal above the little girl\'s head.
\"He probably dug it out of the garbage! You\'re family\'s too poor to afford anything!\" jeered another and laughed until he fell over from a swift kick between the legs from a smaller boy. The child was puffing out his cheeks angrily and his fists were clenched to the point that they looked like they would burst from the pressure.
\"You assholes! Give it BACK!\" he screeched and reared his leg back then slammed his foot right into the teen\'s knee that was holding the bear hostage. He let out a yelp of pain, dropping the toy in an instant and hobbled around. Two others that were with him helped up the incapacitated friend and carried him off along with the leader, yelling obceneties along the way. The boy picked up the bear, dusted it off as best as he could and handed it to the sniffling little girl with a soft smile.
\"Here, LeAnne. .\"
\"Thanks, Adam. .\" she said as she held out her hands to hold onto the bear. .
**
Adam\'s thoughts were interrupted by the dull ring of his telephone. Frowning, and dreading what was to come, he walked over to it and picked up the reciever. \"Hello?\"
\"Good! You\'re there! Adam, you\'re needed for the morning shift, Josh called in sick and we\'re already low on help.\" said a crystaline, female voice. The woman on the other end sounded cheery yet exhausted. It was his boss, Sherry. She owned a ritzy resturant a mile or so from his apartment. The pay was pretty good, which went to his rent, and he always got nice tips since he was usually mistaken as a girl. Sherry liked to joke and say that all he needed were breast-implants and to tuck his dick between his legs, he\'d be a bonefied woman. Adam didn\'t like that all too much.
\". . I\'ll be there in a few minutes. .\" he whispered.
\"What\'s the matter? Your voice sounds hoarse. Don\'t tell me your sick either. .\"
\"No, no. I\'m not. I\'ll be there soon.\" Adam hung up the phone before she could argue. He needed the money. Truthfully, it was because of the brothel that he sounded sick. The customer had been too rough and he wasn\'t expecting it. He had even complained to the manager, but apparently the sick bastard paid in full for such a feat and didn\'t bother to tell him. Adam yanked the towel off his head and allowed his ankle-length hair to spill out behind him in a shimmer of silk-like black. He\'d be busy all week, he felt, and he didn\'t like it.
------------------
Adam pushed through the door as he clipped on his annoying black bow-tie. The clanking of dishes and the sizzle of the pans and frying filled his ears. He had to quickly clock in and apologize to the red-headed Sherry for being late, but as usual, she just waved her hand in the air dismissivly and told him it didn\'t matter. She never cared if he was tardy or did something wrong. . He thanked her in his mind as he placed a table\'s orders on the round tray then carefully picked it up. Adam read the ticket as he walked and nearly bumped into one of the waitress who muttered a curse word at him. He shrugged it off and placed two of the orders at one table, then walked to the other. It puzzled him, however, as the order was for a single and the place was filled with nothing but rich families or couples.
\"Here\'s your order, sir. Please enjoy.\" the teen said as he placed the food on the table then closed his eyes and gave a short, yet curt bow to the person at the table before turning away. Not looking at the customer once. He usually didn\'t like to, as any of them could\'ve been the many perverts that wandered into the underground brorthel. No, he liked to avoid the strange stares of those he was forced to serve. .
\"Hey!\" he heard the voice of the man he had just gave his order to. The voice was rich and somewhat accented. Adam turned his head to the customer and finally got a good look at him. . Like him, he had dark, dark hair that was tied in a pony tail and the locks fell somewhat past his neck, his bangs fell at either side of his head, exposing his smooth ivory forehead that was free of wrinkles. His eyebrows were thin, as if they were plucked and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses. \'Who wears sunglasses in a resturant?\' was the first thought that came to mind. \'. . He might be blind.\' Adam continued his survey of the man. His neck was slender and not too long, it gracefully ended at his perfect-postured and broad shoulders which had slender arms attatched. His shirt was as black as his hair and it was tight fitting. Adam had to admit. . This guy was pretty hot.
\"Er, yes sir?\" he fumbled and walked back over to the mysterious man who was leaning against the table a bit. He leaned forward, giving the waiter a once-over then removed his glasses, revealing almond shaped eyes that somewhat matched Adam\'s. The boy stiffened a bit. \'He\'s Japanese. .\' The eyes matched his in more ways than one. . They both had that certian emptyness in them. . But this man\'s had a sudden fire in the orbs as soon as he had layed eyes on the teenager. He continued to look at Adam as if he couldn\'t believe something, then finally said, \"Do I know you from somewhere?\"
For a second time, he froze. Inside a little Adam was panicking and running around, screaming like crazy. Could this man actually have gone to the brothel? No, no. He looked like the type that had a serious girlfriend, not married, but at least a girlfriend. Then again, he could be one of those cheating perverts. .
\"Well?\" he heard.
\"Er, no. I don\'t think so. You must have me mistaken.\" Adam said hurridly and gave another bow before quickly walking off, leaving behind the confused male.
Adam avoided that specific table for the rest of the day and didn\'t dare go near it. Even if the guy was just making a mistake, he couldn\'t take a chance. . He only prayed that he wouldn\'t somehow turn up at the brothel.
------------------
He sighed while staring out one of the indents on the wooden bars, only to see a bleek looking wall. The boss had put Adam in the way back for his complaint, but he couldn\'t help it! It was their fault for not preparing him. . The teenager sighed while laying down on the ground of his cage, half sprawled before turning onto his back. Grumbling, he made sure it seemed like a pose rather than showing his fatigue. He\'d get in trouble for it. Moving his hand down a bit, Adam pulled up the plaid skirt he was ordered to wear up a little, showing off his milky thighs. He hated this even more. Tonight he was to portray a school girl. He wore that stupid ridiculously short skirt, the white button-up shortsleeved shirt with the black tie included and knee-high platform boots. Adam liked the boots since it gave him five more inches to his height. He hoped that his hair would stay loose tonight, but no. A girl came up to him in the dressing room and made him put up his hair in idiotic pig-tails complete with red ribbons. He pursed his red lipsticked lips for a moment, half tempted to run his tongue over them but he refrained, not wanting to taste lipstick. Adam was beginning to lose himself in the smell of perfume, cologne and what seemed to be inscence, but he knew it was dope. The sounds of moans from men and women were echoing from up above. .
\"I knew it. I knew I saw you somewhere.\"