In the Darkness, a Light

Disclaimer II: All characters and the corporation mentioned in this story came entirely from my head. If such a company exists I lay no claim to it. This story is entirely for leisurely entertainment and I make no money from it.

From the mouth (or fingers) of Miss DeRolionus herself: I know in the first chapter I didn't really explain anything about the characters. This chapter gets more in depth into their personalities. They will develop more as the story goes on. I just think it's tiresome to read paragraph after paragraph of description on the characters in the beginning. Boooring. Anyway on to the story!
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When Darien woke up he thought he had died. He was dressed in dark blue, silk pajamas that nearly swallowed him because they were too big. He was lying on a huge bed with soft white sheets and the sun was streaming in through a curtained window. At first he just lay there, shocked that he had gone to Heaven and not Hell. He sat up and looked around the room closer. He knew it was a hotel room just by the layout. He had been in plenty of hotel rooms to know that, but none quite so impressive as this one. As common sense set in he realized someone must have found him sleeping in the snow and brought him here. He climbed out of the bed, literally because the bed was perched up so high, and walked out into a sort of living room. There was a man sitting at a desk with his back to Darien. The teen just stood there silently for a moment, observing the man. From what he could see the man was taller, and pretty muscular judging by his arms visible from beneath the dress shirt sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows. He had shiny brown hair and broad shoulders. Darien wanted to touch the man to see if he was real, but wasn’t sure what he was going to do after the man realized he was there.

When Darien came out of his thoughts, the man was staring at him.

“I thought for sure you were dead.” He said softly, in a deep baritone. His voice sent shivers up Darien’s spine. However, now Darien was able to get a good look at the man. He was very attractive. No, extremely attractive. He had deep-set, dark brown eyes and a strong jaw. His pursed lips were thin and masculine. Darien was immediately drawn to this stranger.

“Hello! Can you even hear me?!” The man asked, in a slighter louder voice than before. Darien shook his head and blinked his eyes.

“Sure I can hear you…” He made out, not knowing what else to say.

“Good. Now that we’ve established that, I’ll ask again. Would you care for some breakfast?” He asked. Darien nodded as his stomach growled and clenched violently at the thought of food.

“It’s on it’s way up.” The man said. “While we wait, have a seat.” Darien moved to sit on the couch a few feet from the chair the man was in. “What’s your name?” Darien stayed silent, wondering if he should answer. He usually didn’t give his name to anyone, and if they asked he made something up.

“You have a name, don’t you?” The man inquired when Darien remained silent. He figured this man saved his life, the least he could go was give him his name.

“Darien.” He said slowly. The man nodded.

“Darien what?”

“Uhm… Vasquez. My name is Darien Vasquez.” He answered.

“There now, Darien Vasquez, that wasn’t so hard was it?” The man smiled. “My name is Sebastian Bexley, but you probably already knew that.” Darien shook his head.

“No?! Really?! Well that’s a first.” He exclaimed, looking sincerely confused. “I am the Vice President of the Joss Corporation.”

“You mean that huge advanced-technology firm that is using billions of dollars of tax-payers’ money to make things that people have no use for?” Darien asked, realizing afterwards that he had just said something extremely rude and insulting to the man who had saved him. However, he was quite astounded when this Sebastian Bexley started laughing.

“Ah! You have heard of us!” He chuckled. “I’m impressed.”

“I’m sorry.” Darien apologized. The man frowned.

“For what?” Sebastian asked.

“That was a rude thing of me to say.” Darien hung his head, ashamed to look at his host. There was a knock at the door and Sebastian went to answer it. He came back moments later with a large, layered cart that had upon it two plates with omelets, sausage, bacon, and hash browns; sitting beside the plates were two goblets. On the second layer there were several pitchers, and on the third a basket filled with bagels and pastries of various sorts. On the final layer there was every fruit one could ask for. Darien was amazed and extremely hungry.

“Don’t worry about it.” Sebastian said, grinning at Darien’s enlarged eyes.

“Huh?”

“What you said… Don’t worry about it.” Sebastian rolled the chart over to Darien. “Now, let’s eat.”

When each had settled himself at the couch with their food, they began eating in silence. That is, until Sebastian began interrogating Darien.

“So, how old are you?”

“Nineteen. You?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Oh.”

“Would you mind telling me what exactly were you doing lying on the sidewalk in a snow storm anyway?” He asked through a mouthful of sausage. Darien swallowed.

“Sleeping.” He answered simply, and took a large gulp of cranberry juice.

“Why?” Sebastian asked.

“Uh, because I was tired.” Darien shoved more food into his mouth.

“No I mean, why were you sleeping outside?” Sebastian took a sip of orange juice. Darien couldn’t answer because he had so much food shoved in his mouth. “Hey, maybe you should slow down.” Sebastian suggested. Darien swallowed and looked at Sebastian, his face white as a sheet.

“I think I’m going to be sick…” Darien muttered. Sebastian pointed to a door at Darien’s right, and he immediately ran into it. Sebastian heard the vomit hit the water in the toilet and shook his head. He suddenly lost his appetite and sat there patiently waiting for Darien to come back out.

Twenty minutes had passed and Darien was still in the bathroom. Sebastian got up and knocked on the door. Darien opened and walked past Sebastian, back to the couch.

“Because I live on the streets.” Darien whispered. “That’s why I was sleeping on the sidewalk.” Sebastian couldn’t say he was surprised, but it still upset him.

“I see.” Was all he could muster, then immediately regretted the cold tone he used.

“I guess I’ll go now.” Darien sighed, getting up,

“Like hell.”

“What?” Sebastian looked at Darien sternly.

“I said like hell. I’m not going to let you go back to living on the streets!” Darien shook his head.

“You don’t understand.” Was all he said. Sebastian raised an obviously-waxed eyebrow.

“I don’t understand what?” Sebastian questioned.

“I don’t belong here.”

“Why not?” Darien looked up, desperation evident in his eyes.

“I’m a hustler! I let men fuck me just for a few dollars! You don’t want this kind of filth near you!” Darien shouted.

“Relax. And keep your voice to a quieter shout.” Sebastian told him calmly.

"But I just said--"

“I heard what you just said.” Sebastian interrupted. “All the more reason for me to get you off the streets.”

“But I… I mean, I guess if you don’t mind.” Darien stuttered quietly.

“Of course I don’t; I offered.” Sebastian sat back down. “But I have a few conditions.” Darien nodded.

“Sure what?”

“I’m going to be staying in this city for the next month, so you can stay here with me. After that, you can choose to travel with me, or stay here.” Darien nodded and Sebastian continued. “I will let the hotel staff know that you’re with me. While you’re here, you will refer to yourself as my nephew. Also, I cant have you going around looking like a hustler so we’re going to buy you some new clothes.”

“Didn’t you hear me? I don’t have any money.” Darien said sardonically.

“Yes I heard you. I will be buying them. No arguing with me!” He said sternly when Darien opened his mouth. “We’ll go as soon as you’re done eating.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” Darien scrunched up his nose.

“Yes, but you need to eat a little something since everything you ate previously is now in the sewers.” He handed Darien a bagel with nothing on it.

“Eat this and drink a little juice, then we’ll go.” Darien nodded and forced himself to get the bagel down.

After eating Sebastian took Darien to the closet. He gave a pair of black pants and a white shirt to Darien.

“You’re so scrawny all my clothes will be too big. But you need something other than those dirty jeans you were wearing. So they set about pinning the pants and shirt in places to make it fit. Darien examined himself in the mirror.

“I look weirder in this.” Darien said miserably. Sebastian sighed.

“Well it cant be helped that the airline lost your suitcase with all your clothes in it.” He said quite seriously. Darien gave him a questioning look, then realized that’s what they would have to tell the people at the clothing store.

Darien put his ratty sneakers on his feet and Sebastian handed him a coat. They made their way down to the garage under the hotel and Darien stopped when the lights to Sebastian’s Porsche lit up when he pushed the unlock button on his keychain.

“You drive this?!” Darien exclaimed. Sebastian smiled and nodded.

“Yes, now get in!”

Darien was utterly amazed at how nice people treated him. He knew it was only because they thought he was the nephew of a multimillionaire. He felt so awkward at first, having never experienced so much attention since his parents had died. They spent hours and hours trying on clothes in different designer stores. Polo shirts, crisp trousers, formal suits, fancy shoes, watches, necklaces, et cetera. By the time noon rolled around the trunk of the Porsche was stuffed with bags while some of it was sent directly to the hotel.

“Well this has been a very successful day,” Sebastian said as they sat down to lunch at a little French bistro. He ordered a light meal for the both of them, composed of fruits and yogurt. Darien took off the designer sunglasses he had gotten at the last store.

“You know, I’m still not used to all this rich stuff.” He told Sebastian, who smiled and nodded.

“But you look the part.” He looked intently at Darien, studying him. The boy was now very clean looking. He wore a green and white striped polo and khaki pants. They had also gone to a very famous hairstylist. Darien’s black hair was still long, but now had layers in it which made it flip out slightly. The boy really was beautiful.

“ Well if you say so.” Darien shrugged and began eating his lunch slowly.

Later that day they returned back to the hotel. Darien took a quick shower and joined Sebastian in the living room.

“Feel better?” Sebastian asked as Darien, dressed in a thick terrycloth robe made his way towards the man.

“Yes.” He stood in front of Sebastian, looking at him intently.

“What?” Sebastian asked, noting Darien’s inquisitive stare.

“There is no way I can ever thank you enough for what you’re doing.” Darien whispered slowly.

“Think nothing of it.” Sebastian smiled, but Darien continued staring at him.

“No, I don’t think you get it. I’m not the type to take handouts.”

“This isn’t a handout.” Sebastian said, confused as to what Darien meant.

“There is only one thing I know. Only one thing I can give you.” Darien replied in a deep, breathy voice. He untied the strings on the robe and let it fall off his shoulders to the floor. He stood before Sebastian completely naked. Sebastian was quite surprised, but something also hit him. He wanted to ravage the boy. He looked at Darien, unsure, and reached out his hands, ghosting over Darien’s slim hips, but not touching them.

“It’s ok.” Darien whispered. “Touch me.” Sebastian swallowed and stood before Darien. He took the boy’s thin face in his hands and kissed his lips gently. Darien tried to urge him by licking Sebastian’s lips, but the older man only shook his head. He then kneeled down before the boy. Darien gasped, an erection coming to life before Sebastian’s face. But the man only picked the robe up and stood, draping it back over Darien’s shoulders. The boy looking at Sebastian, utterly confused and very frustrated.

“Put this behind you.” Sebastian said, tying the robe belt back. “Now I think you might want to use the bathroom.”

“But… I was offering myself to you! You cant deny me!” Darien shouted. He wasn’t sure what was going on. No one had ever refused him.

“I’m not denying you. I just don’t think that is what you really want.” Sebastian said calmly and moved to sit at his desk, turning his back to Darien. The teen didn’t know what to say so he quietly went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He stripped himself of the robe and sat on the floor. He looked at himself in the mirror across from him and began masturbating as if it alone could save his life. Tears fell as his hand squeezed harder and each stroke became more desperate. He reached his other hand down to massage his sac. He began moaning loudly despite himself and knew he was close to orgasm.

Sebastian could hear Darien’s gasps and moans. He would be lying to himself to say it didn’t turn him on. But he couldn’t do such a thing to the boy. Despite the fact that he was married and several years older than Darien, he couldn’t bring himself to touch the boy in a sexual way. He knew it wouldn’t have been violating Darien in any way because he had been a hustler, but he still couldn’t do it.

After Darien had finished, he cleaned himself up and went back into the living room.

“Uhm, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just offered. I know you’re better than this.” Darien apologized to Sebastian’s back. The man turned around and stared at Darien.

“No, you’re better than this.” He told the youth softly. Darien nodded slowly.

“Sure…” He said skeptically. He knew he was trash who fouled the very air this mad breathed.

“Darien, I wouldn’t have picked you up if you were common street trash. Trust me. And I know that sounds horrible but it’s the truth.” Darien gave Sebastian a short nod and turned around.

“Well uh… I’m going to go to bed ok?” The boy said with a yawn.

“Right. Goodnight.” He said before watching Darien disappear into the bedroom then reappear with an armful of blankets, wearing a new set of emerald green, silk pajamas. He settled down on the couch. He took this opportunity to turn the lights off and go into the bedroom and get some sleep himself.

“You’ll be alright out here?” Sebastian asked his guest, who nodded.

“Yeah thanks.” With that Sebastian disappeared into the bedroom.
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This chapter was longer... woot woot. And I apologise for any typos there are in this story. I entrust my fate to Spell Check because I hate proofreading.

For Child of the Darkened Moon: Thank you for your comment! It helps motivate me if I know people are interested in the story.

As I said, you'll get a better taste of the characters' personalities as the story progresses.

Until then

~*~Cianis DeRolionus~*~