The Fatima Curse

“Take your clothes off.”



“Wh-what?”



“Take your clothes off.” His voice grew exasperated.



Shuuichi could feel the blood rushing to his face, darkening his cheeks and burning behind his ears. He bit his bottom lip and shifted his curved eyes to the blonde who stood leaning against the wall, emerald eyes steady and impatient on Shu’s body. These raised slowly, staring deeply at Shum’s hot, crimson face. “You came here for one reason; same reason all kids like you come here. Fast cash. So take off your clothes and show me what you got, or else get outta here and stop wasting my time. This isn’t some cute little office where you sit on your ass and file papers all die. I gotta make sure that ass is tight and tone. So strip down and show me.”



Leon’s voice, which had started out cold and cruel, gradually warmed and thickened, his sharp gaze softening to curiosity. Shu looked away quickly, beginning to unbutton his shirt with fingers that trembled. He felt anger boiling in the pit of his stomach, but he subdued this with the thought of his master; which sent icy shivers coursing through him. When his shirt dropped down from his shoulders and slinked off his arms to the floor, Leon walked forward. His blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, wisps falling over his brow and over his thick, curled lashes. He was dressed in nothing more than a white tank top and stone washed jeans; but Shu was sick of his effortless beauty.



Bet if I slugged you in the jaw you wouldn’t be so perfect anymore….



Fingers traced and trailed Shu’s chest, the Asian stiffening and offering a strangled gasp as Leon’s hot palm slid down his belly and into the light shade of black hair around his navel. “You’ll have to get rid of that,” Leon said absently, “Guys here don’t like their men hairy.”



“I’m Japanese, I ain’t hairy,” Shu argued in a thin voice.



Leon shrugged one shoulder and circled Shu, who stood stiff and straight like an arrow, eyes set forward and a helpless sneer of anger and helpless enjoyment twisting his mouth. Leon cupped his ass, so suddenly that Shu offered a hectic, rather flighty laugh. Leon smiled, massaging Shu’s rear before slipping his hands around the smaller man’s hips and working on his belt and fly. Shu closed his eyes, heart pounding, blood rushing. He could smell sweat on the air; and the scent was oddly sweet.



Shu felt his jeans puddle around his ankles, and his heart skipped into triple time, racing so fast he felt sure it would explode from his chest. His fingers curled into tight fists, as two thumbs wiggled beneath the waistband of his boxers and hot breath struck the soft, sensitive skin between his shoulder blades.



“You’re trembling,” Leon said softly.



“Yeah, so what?,” Shu bit back.



“I think it’s cute,” Leon said, and Shu could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re nervous. You must be a virgin.”



“Fuck no,” Shu defended, “Just never been undressed by a guy in broad daylight inside a whore’s den, y’know?”



“We’re not whores here,” Leon replied calmly.



“Guess you have some fancy name for it. But only a whore would fuck a customer when all he wanted was to give you a tip for shaking your ass in his face.”



“You’re talking about Uriel,” Leon said, now his voice was thick with humor.



“The fuck I am,” Shu challenged shakily.



“You must have a thing for him,” Leon prodded.



“N-no.”



“What’s wrong with wanting to be with him?,” Leon persisted, pressing against Shu’s back and bottom, moving his mouth to empty his breath one the curve of the smaller man’s shoulder. “He’s a beautiful man, isn’t he? Everything about him - down to the way he walks and talks - is full of sexuality. A man like that, you’ll spend your whole life trying to tame.”



“You got it all wrong,” Shu whispered, “He’s just my friend.”



“So that means he’s available,” Leon said, his voice full of intrigue and unrepressed joy. Leon began to roll down Shu’s underwear unceremoniously, sliding the thin garment low on Shu’s hips and watching as the younger man’s firm ass revealed itself. Leon smiled, resting the waistband beneath the cup of Shu’s rear and lightly probing at the spongy meat with explorative fingertips. “You could stand to put on some muscle,” Leon explained, “But you’ve got a nice little body on you, Shuuichi. Nice and smooth; firm and tight. But that’s only one part of the job, you know. The most important aspect is showmanship.”



“Showmanship,” Shu mused softly, “You mean the part where I gyrate and slap my cock on guy’s foreheads for some loose change.”



“You sure do have a cynical attitude towards all of this, for a man who’s applying for the position,” Leon said, and a faint hint of incredulous anger had crept into his voice. “Maybe you better leave now. We don’t need anyone here who thinks they’re better than us.”



Shu thought of Abel; with his cold eyes and large, hurting hands, and felt a shudder roll through him. Leon had walked away from him, and was now reclined on his sofa, feet naked and toes wiggling as he cupped his cheek and watched Shu with his same impatient, glowering eyes. Shu flushed and shook his head, brushing back an errant strand of raven hair as it slipped across his forehead. “No, I need this job,” Shu pleaded, “You gotta hire me. I… I don’t think I’m better than you, okay? I’ll stop being such an asshole.”



“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” Leon said gently, “I think you’re a scared kid who’s doing this for reasons I’d never understand. Everyone here has their reasons, you see. Everyone here has reservations at first, or comes in here with that holier-than-thou attitude. But you wanna know who kids like you turn into, Shuuichi?” Leon smiled, and the smile was bitter. “They turn into me.”



Leon waved his hand; not in a dismissive manner, but indicating that the choice was up to Shu. “You can walk out of here right now and I wouldn’t think lesser of you. In fact, I’d probably have more respect for you than most of the guys who work here. Because this place is a trap. It’s fun, don’t get me wrong, and there’s no harm in it. But it’s a trap. It’ll catch you in its web, and you’ll keep thinking ‘Six more months and I can graduate law school’, or ‘Three more weeks and I can pay off my car’, but it doesn’t work that way. It seduces you and it gets under your skin. So stay or go, Shuuichi. That choice is yours.”



“There are more humiliating things to do with yourself than this,” Shu said softly, and Leon watched one solitary tear go sliding down his cheek. There was dignity in that tear; and it broke his heart, more than a whole flood of tears would have. Shu though of standing out in the cold and watching a man - just a nameless face to him - walking to his car, unsuspecting of the fate that awaited. So what if Leon got naked for men and danced on stage? Was what Shuuichi did any more noble?



“That’s true. The pay is good, the conversation is pretty interesting, and most of the customers know how to behave themselves. You’ll come across a few who get a little grabby, and a few more who have some sick fetishes they want you to do for them… but that’s your choice too. If you ever feel like you’re being harassed, come talk to me, and I’ll handle it. My one rule here is that all my men feel comfortable, you understand? ‘Cause when you’re not comfortable, the engine stops.”



“I understand,” Shu said, nodding his head. “So does that mean I got the job?”



“That means I’m considering you for the job,” Leon corrected. “I said earlier that having a nice body is only one aspect. It’s all about showmanship. There are people out there who think it’s easy, but if you go out there and look nervous, like you look now, then you don’t make money. This isn’t a team. This is you, standing out there on your own, and how you carry yourself means a lot. You were here when I danced, weren’t you?”



Shu nodded, blushing.



Leon smiled.



“You saw my routine, with the boa. That’s sort of my thing, you see? Every guy here has a shtick that gets him more money. One guy has hand puppets…. Don’t ask about that one. Another has batons, a third comes out in high heels, pearls, and a smile. So if you want to rake in the dough, you’ll need to find your niche. What do you like?”



“Videogames,” Shu whispered.



Leon laughed, but no mean spiritedly. He turned this over in his mind, and then shook his head. “Anything else? Anything… you have a fetish for? Tell me a fantasy. Something dirty. Anything.”



Shu’s blush was no so intense, his knees began to wobble. Was he really standing here with his underwear pulled off of his butt, being asked to share a dirty fetish with a stranger? For a moment there was vertigo so intense he almost fainted. God, but he was so embarrassed and flustered. He felt like a little kid asked to solve an advanced algebra problem in front of the whole class, the whole school, the whole universe.



“Food,” Shu said suddenly.



“Food?”



“On my body,” Shu continued, his voice distant and scratched, “Anything sticky and sweet. I like to have it licked off of me. I like….” He paused, biting his lower lip.



“Go on,” Leon encouraged.



“I like to have my toes smeared in honey….bitten and sucked. It makes me crazy.”



Leon licked his lips, watching as Shu dropped his head back, fingertips fluttering down his throat, mind lost on a cloud of pleasure and fantasy. It seemed this place had already sunk its tempting claws into the boy, and Leon felt a pang of remorse and pity… but it passed as Shu slowly swayed his hips, pushing his boxers down to display his hardening cock. “That’s good,” Leon whispered, rubbing his own crotch through his jeans, “Show me what you can do.”



Shu rocked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, bucking his hips and spreading his thighs to allow his free hand to scratch and mark the supple, porcelain flesh with dragging red marks. He moaned softly, his embarrassment floating out through the open window as he was filled with some strange, wonderful courage and conviction. He imagined - with his eyes fluttering and his nails nipping deep into his bruised nipple - of Uriel laying him down into smooth, chilly sheets… rubbing sticky, gummy honey on his toes and wrapping his hot, wet mouth around the digits to suck them clean. He imaged chocolate syrup running up his thighs, with Uri’s tongue chasing, whipped cream resting in swirled puffs on his nipples, eaten off and smeared across brown, soft lips….



There were hands on him other than his own. Cold and smooth as they ran down to his rocking hips and squeezed. Shu moaned hotly, tearing one hand down Leon’s back and feeling the fabric of his tank top rip beneath his nails. Leon placed his lips on Shu’s ear, panting into the cup as he rocked his solid denim lap against Shu’s naked erection. “You’ll be asked for lap dances, you know… or sometimes even more…” Shu thought of Leon straddling Uri, thought of the blonde arching and flexing as a thick cock ripped him open and then their bodies were roughly bouncing together, breath mixing, lips meeting in a deep, wet kisses…



Shu felt a mixture of anger, jealousy, and helpless arousal.



“You mean you want to fuck me,” Shu said, his voice thick and syrupy. Leon shook his head, however, pulling back with his emerald eyes gleaming. “Not yet,” Leon explained, guiding Shu to the sofa. The blonde collapsed to the cushions, looking up at Shu with a small smile curling his coral lips. “Just show me what you can do, it’s as simple as that. Work your body on me, Shuuichi.” Leon folded his arms behind his head, resting this back as his smile spread and his eyes closed.



Shu felt a moment of fear and hesitation. He’d never been forced to use his body this way during sex. With women, all he had to do was play with them a little to get their engines running; and with Abel, all he had to do was lie there and try not to scream. Being a sexual creature had never been a part of who he was; he was a recluse. He preferred his solitude, where he could blot out all of his memories and safely stow away all of his pain, with no one there to cart it all out and remind him why he chose to close his eyes to the truth that lived all around him.



He broke through this as he spread his thighs wide, and straddled Leon’s lap. Everything in his nature that insisted he fight against the charm of this man - the inescapable charm of this place - abandoned him. He was a slave to the most base instinct of all humans. The instinct to be needed and desired. He was now a slave to his suppressed sexual hunger.



Leon grabbed his ass forcefully, Shu offering a quivering moan as his cock was brutally rubbed between their bellies. The feel of the hot, velvety skin pumping on his naked stomach made Shu tremble, his breath running out fast and hard onto Leon’s mouth, his hands tangling in the collar of Leon’s shirt. “Th-that feels…”



“Don’t talk,” Leon whispered, hands roaming up Shu’s back, fingers thrust into Shu’s thick hair. “Just move.” Shu swallowed thickly, rocking and bouncing until the friction was too much and he was whimpering like a scolded puppy, cock pumping. He looked down and whined pitifully, the head of his shaft red and wet with pre-come, the skin exquisitely tender. “Kiss me,” Leon cooed, “Let me feel your tongue in my mouth.”



Shu did what was asked of him, coming forward and pressing his lips to Leon’s, breaking his tongue inside and tracing it over the wet walls of Leon’s mouth. He moaned as a finger moved down the ridge of his spine and slipped between his cheeks to rub and circle the rim of his rectum. Shu stiffened instinctively, slinging his arms around Leon’s neck as his hips went wild, thrusting and swinging in wide circles. This time it was Leon who fed a moan, his finger breaking inside the taut, muscular flesh to feel the velvety insides of Shu’s anus. “My neck,” Leon rasped, pulling from the kiss, “Put your mouth on my neck.”



Shu bit the smooth line of Leon’s neck, pulling a dark bruise to the surface before licking the blemish and suckling it in soft apology. He could feel that warning heat in the pit of his belly growing into a firestorm; threatening an end he tried to put off. But in the end, he was nothing but a boy. He had about as much control over the rapidity and force of his orgasm as he did over the weather. He moaned a warning to Leon. He expected the man to shove him off of his lap and tell him that he wasn’t good enough. That if he thought he could come here and get off on him he’d been sorely mistaken.



Instead, Leon slipped a second finger inside of Shu, pumping the digits deep and hard, swirling them, scissoring them, rubbing his thumb around the stretched rim. His eyes were open and hot, shining in the splash of sunlight as he nibbled at Shu’s chin and turned his fingers in slow circles. Shu gasped, body hemorrhaging, eyes rolling up in their sockets, mouth hanging slack. Leon watched a shot of white come burst from Shu’s cock, covering the Asian’s flat, trembling belly, running down across one dark nipple, a sticky trail running through the lining of hair below his belly-button.



Shu fell into Leon’s arms, which slipped around his waist and held him close. Leon whispered two words into Shu’s ear when the aftershocks of orgasm had ran their course through Shu’s body and the man laid against him still and silent.



“You’re hired.”