Beautiful Creature

Okay, this is the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed the first! I would -really- like your reviews to let me know what you think. Oh yeah, if you don\'t like yaoi, don\'t read this chapter or any of the rest because there will be hardcore-ness. XD Either way, if you didn\'t like yaoi you shouldn\'t have been reading this story in the first place. . Aha. . Anywho, on with the story!

+Dirty Little Thing+

\"I knew it. I knew I saw you somewhere before.\"

That voice, it was the same as. . Adam immediatly shot into an upright position and was face to face with the mysterious, sunglasses wearing man from the resturant. The teenager could feel his eyes widening and his face heating up.The man was standing infront of his cage, half leaning against it with those same sunglasses on as well as a triumphant smirk. His heart was racing and the little self inside of his body just about burst after screaming it\'s lungs out. How did this man know where to find him? How?!

\"I couldn\'t believe it at first,\" he said, interrupting Adam\'s mental-breakdown. \"But it\'s true, you\'re the famous \'Eve\' my father is constantly talking highly about. I was surprised that he was -mad- at you yesterday.\"

Father?

\"My father owns this underground brothel.\" The man continued, answering his question in the process. He pushed himself off the cage and merely leant a hand against the large red bar. Adam got a better look of him this time. He was still wearing the tight-fitting shirt from the resturant and tight black pants to match. The guy was pretty tall; like his last customer, he was at least 6\' or higher which was unusual for someone of the Japanese heritage. \'He must get the height from his dad.\' he thought while staring at this man in utter shock. The owner of the brothel was American/Italian. Tall in stature as well, he was devilishly handsome with his thick black hair that barely touched his shoulders and chocolate-brown eyes that always had a mischevious glimmer to them. Adam had to serve him a few times, but he didn\'t mind it all that much as the man always treated him gently. He knew it wasn\'t because of caring, it was only for the customers. They never wanted damaged goods. \"I\'ve been craving someone like you, lately.\"

Adam gulped and sat still. Would he be handed down from father to son tonight?

His boss\'s son gestured for one of the men to come over and he unlocked the door to Adam\'s cage. Everyone in that very room fell silent, besides the moans and creaks coming from upstairs, as the tall man extended his hand forward, waiting for teenager to follow. \"Ikimashou, come with me.\" His Japanese was flawless. Adam only stared. Deep down, he feared this man. His composure was too calm, his eyes burned with a fire none could really match.

\"Ikimashou.\" he repeated, beginning to sound impatient. Fearing he would drag him out by the pigtail, the teen slipped out from the cage slowly and stood infront of him. Even with the platforms, this Italian/Japanese mix was taller than he, it was intimidating.

Stares and no laughter followed him in his wake this night. Even some whispers wafted into his ears as he ascended the steps up into a vacant room with the man in the lead. Unlike most of his customers, he wasn\'t running in. He was cool-headed. Adam took in a breath, trying his hardest not to cough from all the smells that choked his already sore throat. He looked down at the empty cage he was just in, realizing that was his only sanctuary. . It was stripped from him, as would everything else on his person in just minutes.

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Adam sat on the bed with his knees held up to his chest and his slender arms wrapped around them to keep a grip, ignoring the slight scratches coming from the buckles and the leather. The man had introduced himself as Adric. Despite his Italian and Japanese background, it was an English name. As if he read his mind like before, Adric explained that he originally was born in England when his parents were traveling and lived there for his entire childhood. That was when his father came up with the brothel idea, making his wife divorce him after claiming it was all for adultery and took their only son, himself, with her back to Japan. Later, Adric came to the states to live with his father and that was that. Adam couldnt\' figure out why the man was giving his life story, but either way, he still felt uneasy about him.

They hadn\'t touched each other for ten minutes, Adric was merely sitting there, smoking a cigarette while looking at the hazy mirror that was three feet away from the large bed that they sat on.

\"Why do you dress as a woman? Why do you look like one?\" Adric suddenly asked and stared at him through that dirty mirror. \"Why do you use the name \'Eve\'?\"

So many questions. So many that even Adam himself wanted the answers too.

Instead, the boy shrugged and began to lean his chin on the tops of his white knees. He couldn\'t explain alot of things himself. Adam didn\'t realize that Adric had moved until he was right ontop of him. His smokey breath was horribly intoxicating, he almost wanted to choke and push him off, but this was his boss\'s son. No matter what, he had to oblige. .Adric pushed the tiny boy over easily onto his backside and pinned both his hands above his head. He stared into his empty eyes with a lust building more and more within him.

\"Since you look like a girl,\" The taller man whispered dangeriously into his ear, \"I\'ll fuck you like I do them.\" Adam turned his head away, trying to escape the smell of cigarettes and what seemed to be whiskey. This was just like the first time. . He could feel Adric\'s hand slipping down his shirt, along the skirt and rubbed against his thigh. He pushed down on it and slightly pinched it, leaving behind a bruise in his wake. Adam pulled his knees in and tried to push the man off by the stomach, but to no avail. This man thought quicker than that, he forced the teenager\'s legs down and sat down on them momentarily while his fingers slipped the skirt up a bit. He let go of Adam\'s hands but only to place his hand on his tender head, forcing it down to the right against the bed, ignoring his cry of protest.

\"And you know how I fuck girls, my little Eve?\"

Adam didn\'t answer, he didn\'t -want- to answer. .

He didn\'t want to know. .

Adric had forced his legs apart and kept them spread by sitting inbetween, his fingers still played around under the skirt, running roughly along his ivory thighs. Then with a hard yank, the skirt came off, exposing the fact that he was told not to wear undergarments any longer to the man. Adric smirked as he noticed that the teenager was growing an erection. Again with a swiftness none could imagine, the boss\'s son pulled at the shirt he wore, popping every button until all were gone. Raising Adam up, he yanked the shirt off his form, leaving him with his silken tie that clashed with his pale skin.

\"Do you want to know how I fuck women?\" Adric growled the question again while staring down at the boy. He pulled the ribbons from Adam\'s hair, making his lengthy ebony hair come loose. Forcing his arms up near the barred bed-post, the man tied his arms together by the wrists with the damnable ribbons. The nineteen-year-old cursed the girl for putting them in his hair and cursed them for being long enough to do so.

Still no answer.

Adam tugged at his binds desperatly. He didn\'t want to do this anymore. Something about this man utterly terrified him and he wanted to get away. He needed his sister. . He needed. . A sudden pain stabbed at his lower region that caused his vision to temporarily go white. Adam opened his mouth to scream, but it was too much for even the slightest noise to come out. All he heard was, \"I fuck them hard.\" Soon Adam\'s head was turned to face up at the cieling and a mouth pressed against his forcefully, a tongue following suite. The muscle probbed around in his mouth as the two fingers penetrated further into his already swollen entrance. It was unbearable. The teenager shut his eyes as tight as they could possibly be and tried to fight the pain.

Adric moved away from his mouth and licked his lips, staring down at his gasping angel. The red lipstick was smeared partially onto his cheeks and all over his delicious lips. To him, it was a wonderous sight. He continued to forcefully shove his fingers in and out of Adam\'s tight hole, feeling the muscle walls tighten around the digits only made him harder than he already was. With one hand, he flicked open his pants and reached within them, pulling out all his hardened glory. Steadily, he moved himself back and leaned down to slip his tongue out past his lips to hungrily lick at the head of the boy\'s member, making it twitch and stiffen more.

\"You like it.\" he heard his attacker whisper and Adam violently shook his head.

\"No!\" his back arched as he uttered that single word, he could feel the warm mouth wrap around his length and slowly move up and down the shaft. The sudden sucking was driving him nuts. Adric only let out a muffled chuckle then slowly eased in a third finger into Adam\'s already expanded hole. His eyes opened wide as he grunted in pain and resisted the urge to buck his hips forward. He can\'t like it. He CAN\'T like it!

The fingers pulled back only for a moment and Adric sat up. He was pulling off his shirt, then removed his pants as eyed Adam with a devilish smirk, that glint in his eye flashing and showing him the worst was yet to come. .

Adric flipped him over onto his knees, making the ribbons rub his wrists raw from the strain on his skin. Pushing all his hair to his left side, the man ran his hand down the soft skin of his back, only to dig his nails into it, leaving behind horrible welts. Adam had his head pushed down against the pillows by the headboard, causing a painful strain on his shoulders and neck. With his free hand, Adric positioned himself at the boy\'s entrance then eased only the head of his dick into him, making the teen shudder. Moving the hand away, the man placed it on Adam\'s behind and held it open for his better access.

\"I want you to scream that you like it.\" the son demanded of his father\'s employee. Adam didn\'t say anything, like usual. Not liking the silence, Adric shoved himself all the way to the hilt into the brothel-whore and slightly bent over him. The smaller boy tried to pick up his head, but it was only pushed back down again and held in any noises. He would be defiant, he wasn\'t going to give in. However, his knees weakened after the harsh thrusts began. He couldn\'t hide his partial enjoyment any longer as his length hardened painfully. Adric\'s tie had become loose from his movements and his black hair had spilled over his shoulders as he leaned down to bite into the white and somewhat battered flesh.

Adam\'s pants became more audible, but were soon drowned out by Adric\'s growls of pleasure. He shoved into the boy deeper and harder each minute.His hand removed itself from victim\'s behind and onto his stiff length, beginning to jerk it as precome was dripping out of the head. Adam was groaning and softly begging, \"No more. . no more. .\" But his cries were ignored. After two more painful thrusts, Adric let out a trembling moan and allowed his hot seed to pour into the tight hole. It overflowed and dripped down the boy\'s pale thighs, inexplicably causing his own unwanted release.

The sheets were soaked underneath Adam\'s form with the two men\'s semen. Adric had untied him and left him for the time being to lay in the wet spot. Slowly he pulled himself up and made his way for his clothing until the man yanked him back by the long hair and spoke firmly, \"Who said I was done?\"

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Adam stumbled along the pavement and would\'ve fallen over if a pay-phone hadn\'t been there. He clung onto it desperatly as he looked around with his fuzzy vision, trying to gather in his surroundings. A sign that glowed a neon-green, \"Rolling Brook Apartments\" caught his eye. Pulling himself up, he fumbled around for fifty cents then slipped it into the coin slot and dialed a number. The phone rang for what seemed to be forever. Adam was about to hang up when someone finally answered.

\"Hello?\" came a groggy, yet gentle male voice.

\"Michael? It\'s me, Adam. .\" he whispered, he tried to speak as loud as he could, but fatigue was pulling at him and his throat was even more sore than it had been before. \"Can you come pick me up. . ?\"

\"You know what time it is? It\'s going to be five in the morning. .\"

\"Please, Michael. . Please. .\" Adam pleaded desperatly.

There was silence for a minute or two. \"Where are you?\"

\"Outside your apartment. . \'Cross the street. .\" He didn\'t have enough time to finish. Adam had collapsed onto the ground and left a frantic Michael yelling his name. He felt dirty. . He was a dirty little thing. .