An affair of the body: Can it be anything more?

Two chapters in one day, Tasha’s doing good. I’m going to do a victory dance later but now on with the chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
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Dark green eyes watched across the small table as his partner lifted his third glass of Patron-A-Rita, letting the liquor slide down his throat. The green eyed man shook his head at the unpleasant sight, taking a small sip of the beer in front of him.

“Moban,” he said frowning. “You should slow down. You’re just going to end up breaking down again. I mean, damn it all, come on! She left, time to move on.”

The other man didn’t react, his head bowed staring into an empty glass. His friend frowned and then smirked looking around towards the lit stage.

“Yeah, time to move on,” he grinned. “That’s why I brought you here.” He glanced back at his friend scowling. “And I didn’t bring you here so you could kill what’s left of you, Moban.”

He moved, placing a hand on the hunched mans shoulder, smirking. “They hold auctions here for prostitutes. Not just any, but the TOP brass priority ones. You’re going to have yourself a night of mindless sex and pleasure. I mean…it couldn’t hurt anything.”

Moban shrugged his friends hand off his shoulder, not bothering to look up at his friend. He knew Kyran was only trying to help but it wasn’t working all that well. His eyes stared dully into the empty glass, the depths of his hazel eyes drowning with regret and sorrow. Strands of black hair blocked his misery from most eyes, but from his hunched posture and the glasses of liquor he was downing like a fish with water made it fairly obvious.

“Come on,” Kyran pleaded. “At least say something to me?”

Getting only silence, Kyran stood and pushed Mobans chair to face the lit stage, placing his arm around the other mans shoulder.

“Here, just look,” he said grinning. “The auction is about to start now. Pick one and I’ll pay for the costs myself.”

He frowned as Moban lifted his eyes with a weak sigh.

“Just for tonight,” Moban muttered. “I’ll forget about her.”

Kyran smiled taking Mobans words as a way of telling him to shut up as well as admitting defeat.
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Back stage, Cadence stood near the entrance watching the auction as it began to make it’s rounds. He glanced around, smirking faintly. As always there were more women than there were men. Though each was beautiful and some bordering stardom gorgeous, the women always sold for less than the men.

He leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the ground, listening to the others as they prepared themselves to be called out onto the stage. This type of prostitution was glorified and more ‘dignified’ to them. It was still disgusting and they were all still selling their bodies for profit. But hey, if it let them sleep at night, more power to them.

He glanced down at what he was wearing, strands of lavender hair brushing against his cheek. His skin was sprayed with a golden glitter that gave his snowy skin an unnatural sun-kissed glow. His lithe chest and waist was visible as he was only wearing a lilac silken vest. His hair had been straightened and kohl had been added to line his pale red eyes. He looped his thumb through the loops of his pale white gray jeans. They called him exotic and tempting. He wasn’t about to say what he thought.

He looked up as a stage hand motioned him forward and pushed away from the wall walking towards the stage entrance.
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On stage the announcer looked at his list, a large grin splitting his face in two as he let out a low whistle into his microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said loudly. “You are all in for a treat tonight. We‘ve saved the best for last.”

Moban glanced up wearily, the back down. So far, none of the woman had even caught his eyes and he hadn’t even glanced at the men hardly at all. Kyran stared at the stage curiously, praying that it was finally something good.

“We have a celebrity here tonight,” the announcer. “Get ready to call our your numbers because according to whispers, this pretty ethereal won’t be back on the market for a good 18 weeks. Let me introduce you to the Silver Angel.”

Cadence frowned faintly, rolling his eyes. He honestly hated his nickname, it was ironic in all shape and form. He removed the frown as he walked out onto the stage. His footsteps were almost silent, the movement of just walking oddly graceful as he moved out onto the lit area.

The gleam of the harsh lights seemed to catch ever piece of glitter sprayed in his pale hair, his skin glowing against the pale color of his shirt. He lifted his red eyes which were shadowed by long oddly dark lashes that brushed his cheek when he blinked or closed them.

‘Time to play the crowd,’ he thought to himself, the cold humor dry. He lifted his eyes, allowing only the faintest of smiles to curve his lips. It was a smile he practiced and he knew that depending on the person it could be seen as virginally innocent to arrogant or defiant.

To him, his smiles always looked sad, his shame coursing through his blood stream ever constant like a slow acting poison killing off any happiness. It was why he rarely smiled. It hurt to look happy when he was so deep in self-loathing.

The announcer licked his lips grinning. “Do we have a first bid?”

Kyran grinned widely, shaking Mobans shoulder to get his attention. “Moban, I’m getting this one for you. He’s the last one for tonight and he’ll defiantly do you good. Trust me! They don’t call him Silver Angel for nothing.”

Kyran shot his fanned number in the air calling out, “Ten thousand!”

He smirked slightly knowing that the numbers were going to go way up. Unlike the others, this one always sold for far more. Only the wealthiest man ever had the ‘Silver Angel’. Only the wealthiest and as far as Kyran knew only he, Moban and maybe five others were the richest business men in the group. He knew because all of them aside from Moban were regulars.

Moban glanced at Kyran curiously and then looked up at the stage. The moment his gold eyes fell on the ‘angel’ the only word that came to mind to join it was ‘fallen’. He took in Cadences lithe form, taking in every angle and note. The young man did have a heavenly look, making him resemble an angel, but the smile and those iced over ruby eyes were a statement that those angelic wings had long been ripped away.

More than likely from being in place after place like this. In that moment, he pitied that man beyond himself for a moment.

“Fifty thousand!” a voice called out, a heavier set man waving his fan in the air, giving Cadence a hungry animalistic stare as he called out his bid.

“Kyran,” Moban said, focusing completely on Cadences eyes. “Go higher.”

Kyran smiled, highly pleased that Moban was finally showing interest. “Sixty!”

“Sixty-five,” called out a dark and cold voice near their own table. A tall, sleek looking man with sharp gray eyes stared up at the stage unwearyingly, a dark hunger in his gaze. He glanced over at Kyran and Moban with a cold smirk.

Kyran recognized him scowling. His name was Kisha, a cruel business man known for using underhanded tactics. He was also known for loving to cause pain in any love he took. Kyran narrowed his eyes back at the man, more determined now. His eyes went back to the stage where the announcing was greedily rubbing his hands, though discreetly.

“Seventy!” he called out.

Cadence glanced out into the crowd, actually looking for the first time, no longer just a pretty face, his awareness keen. Most of the faces out in the crowd he’d seen before, but it was that icy voice calling out that made him look. It’s almost made him wince.

Kisha showed up to almost everyone of his appearance and was always ousted, something he was highly grateful for. He was terrified of being restrained or tied down and bondage was what Kisha was known for.

His eyes went over to where the other bid had come from and felt himself stiffen as he met a pair of dark golden hazel eyes. He suddenly felt stripped bare beneath that heavy protruding gaze and quickly glanced away.

‘Out bid him,’ he thought worriedly. ‘I will not leave with that man….ever…’

Kisha narrowed his eyes lifting his own fan again. “Eighty.”

The announcer looked absolutely tickled as he called out. “Eighty thousand, anyone wish to go higher?”

Moban snatched Kyran’s fan, holding it up. “One-twenty.”

The announcer’s eyes widened. He looked as if he were choking as he let out a strangled laugh. “One hundred twenty thousand….going once….”

Moban cast a look at Kisha who had laid down his fan. The dark haired man stood, glaring at Moban as he left the room.

“Twice….sold!”

Cadence let out the small breath he’d been holding, closing his eyes slightly.

‘Damn,’ he thought wearily. ‘That was too close this time.’

He opened his eyes glancing up, lock of shining silver lavender falling over his cheeks, his red eyes locking onto the winner for a moment before turning and walking off the stage with the announcer following after he shouted a good night.

The man grinned at Cadence. “You made out like a bandit tonight, kid,” he laughed, clapping the younger man on the back. He froze instantly, catching the ice laden gaze he received and stepped back nervously. “So same as always?”

“You know where to send my share,” Cadence said coldly. “Just deposit it.”
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Kyran grinned slightly. “So you’re going to chip in at least twenty thou, right?”

Moban just stared at his friend, not smiling but rather looking deeply annoyed. “If you don’t want to pay, I’ll pay myself. But if I don’t like him and I pay, you’re paying me back.”

Kyran frowned, scratching the back of his head. “He’s a gold metal, geeze,” he muttered. “Now go and claim your prize before that psycho that left runs back and snatches him.”

Moban rolled his eyes at Kyran, standing from the table and proceeding back stage where all the other bidders had gone to claim their own wins. He met each glaring eye as he walked.

“Scavengers,” he muttered under his breath. He knew he was the only new person here and that this kid had obviously made rounds.

He went backstage, pocketing his hands in his long black coat, as he waited impatiently for the back area to clear. Some of the men passing him paid congrats, saying that he had made a record bid. Hearing that it made himself wonder as to why he had bid so high.

This other man, this ‘Silver Angel’ was only a prostitute after all. A person who made a living through debauchery and lust. Kyran’s words echoed with him that this one was ‘a gold metal’. But gold and angelic or not, it still didn’t change the fact that this man was nothing but a whore.

The announcer approached him, grinning slightly. “A pleasure to have done business with you sir. Your friend is writing our check as we speak. I hope you have a well planned evening and a fantastic night. He will won’t he, gentlemen?”

Cadence fought the desire to scowl as catcalls rang up around him from the other room. He’d heard the announcers words and felt as if a lead ball ahd suddenly dropped into his stomach. He pulled on a black leather jacket over his barely cover chest, zipping it up to the neckline.

The back of the leather jacket was artistically etched with a pair of sewn wings on the back in gold and silver thread. He walked out of the separate room, looking up to stare at Moban as he stood waiting. It was obvious the man was young, no older than 35. His black hair was cut strategically shaggy but professional. It was charming but his eyes were gold molten and cold but heated at the same time. There was no doubt he was the usual type, business associate or owner. Either married or divorced. Usually it was always one of the two.

Moban approached him. “You can stir up a show. But I’m sure you know that.”

Moban felt the sudden urge to start a conversation between them. He wanted to hear this mans voice and his tone. “Tell me, am the only new face you’ve seen here tonight? They all seem well acquainted with you.”

Cadence lifted his eyes to Mobans face, avoiding direct eye contact. Something about those golden eyes made him feel uneasy, bare. That all his dirty secrets were out in the open instead of hidden and safely locked away where he kept them.

“You are the newest associate to arrive in quite some time. It’s usually rather exclusive,” he said softly. His voice was chiming and matched his appearance. Soft and mid-tones, not too deep nor too feminine. But there were so many things guarded in that tone. An icy guard hidden by a deliberate sultry sounding guise.

“ I though so,” Moban murmured, his words aiming towards his own thoughts and not Cadences words. “That other man….the one I bid against. He was a regular?”

“yes.”

“You were frightened of him.”

Cadence stiffened slightly as Moban began to lead him out the door. Moban smirked at his way of letting the younger man know how easily he had read him. He almost chuckled at cadences silence as he led him to a midnight blue Mayback 57. He opened the door for him, letting the younger man sit in the fine leather seats before closing the door and strolling to his own side.

Cadence glanced around the car’s interior for a moment, curiosity reigning. Of all the fancy cars he’d ridden in this was by far the nicest. What he didn’t like was how easily this stranger had seen through him. He knew he hadn’t let anything major show. Hadn’t let his fear or dislike of the corrupt Kisha break his flawless façade.

His ran his hand over the leather seat, buckling in as Moban opened his door. He turned his eyes out the window, staring at his reflection for a moment before looking away. Windows were just another type of mirror.

The ride was silent, even the tires silent against the pavement as the car glided smoothly down the road. The car pulled to a stop in front of a large house, but not the mansion size expected.

Though Moban had the money for a large house he could plaster with priceless statues he preferred to keep everything simple. It was to live in and not to show off. He only actually lived in it during the night anyways. It was empty now and he slept there.

He killed the engine and got out, playing the gentleman as he opened the door on Cadences side. “welcome to my miniature mansion,” he said softly. “It’s just as cozy and as empty as one.”

Cadence stepped out of the car, his eyes trailing up to the lathe simple house, a small delicate frown curving his lips.

“So it’s a house, not a home. Am I right?” he asked, glancing over to Moban.

Moban nodded. “made that clear. It was a home at one point, but that’s another story.”

He led them through the double door entrance into a hall, glancing at Cadence. “There’s a bathroom upstairs in the left wing. It’s not hard to find if you need it. There are towels and washcloths in it.”

Cadence turned, making his body parallel with Mobans. He smirked faintly, lifting one of his hands , brushing hair out of Mobans golden eyes, shadowing his own with his dark lashed, his once calm façade taking on a mask of seduction.

“You know,” he whispered, his voice musical and coaxing. “We can make this a home again.”

His hand lingered on Mobans cheek, warm though slightly chilled from having been outside.
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I sadly have to go to work. This will be part one. I will finish it when I get the chance. I hope you enjoyed it.