Stains on my Star.
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,132
Reviews:
3
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.
Chapter One
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Such a sweet and delicate girl she was. When he’d seen her on the windowpane on offer he just could not resist. The willowy, slender limbs, the taut smooth skin. He wondered what she looked like beneath the plain white silken slip trimmed with lace. He was sure the plump, though not huge breasts which adorned her slender chest where a wonder to caress, to taste and feel. He was certain those ebony locks, silken and straight and perfect, were the softest of textures.
She did not look into his eyes, but the sharp and oval gaze did not meet anyone’s look. It was a shocking jade green; it did not seem to accompany what seemed to be utterly oriental. She held the look of the exotic and erotic.
‘Beautiful,’ a man breathed at his side. He knew he was talking of his Asian beauty, so swiftly he stepped through the doorway. He was an immensely wealthy man, and he had the girl in his clutches with a flash of glittering currency in the greedy, lustful eyes of this brothel’s keeper. As he walked out with her, she bare-footed, treading delicately over the concrete, he did not speakhe phe powerful length of his arm however remained a constant present around her slim shoulders as he led her to his car. The silken strands of her hair where caught with the wind, along with the flimsy fabric of that temptingly plain and all encompassing night wear. Her head remained bowed as she slid into the back seat. Slender and pale hands rested upon her lap. Still, her head remained bowed.
As they drove, finally, he spoke. ‘What is your name?’
There was a long silence. Finally, she spoke.
‘Hoshi.’ Her voice held an oddly husky timbre… Something odd… It was sensual though, he decided. It fitted her mysterious persona perfectly. It was almost… Genderless. He looked up to the rear view mirror, and was shocked when he found himself gazing into those sharp, catlike eyes. His attention wandered once more to his driving.
‘I see… A beautiful name for a beautiful creature…’ His murmur was soft, appraising. As she sat in the back seat, something stirred within her for this beautifully successful man. His automobile was expensive, nothing of discomfort to her. His clothing was beautifully tailored to fit his lean, though gym-fit form. His features where angular, manly, very handsome. He was attractive. Girls where probably clamouring just to dine with this bachelor. She was his now. She assumed he was a bachelor, in the least.
‘Where are we going, Sir?’ Her voice held that huskiness still, and a slight Japanese lilt. Not a heavy accent, but still present.
‘We’re going to my home, Hoshi. Do not worry, you have nothing to fear from me.’ Hoshi nodded, but she was no fool. Something told her not to trust this man, though she had little choice right now. Her fingers interlocked, clenching slightly in her lap as she allowed her form to slump just slightly, relaxing into the plush seat as her oval optics wandered to observe the scenery flashing by, wondering what on Earth she was approaching. There was a lot of greenery through the strands of ebony that she did not push away from her vision. Trees covered in lush leaves, grassy interludes in the metropolis. This was the wealthy part of town. And as they approached a huge towering building, the car slowed and pulled in at the pavement. Hoshi stared, the magnificent steps leading to the grand doorway. It all seemed to gleam.
‘This is your home?!’ Hoshi could not help but gasp. The man chuckled softly.
‘I live on a floor here…’ He held the door open, like a gentleman. She felt mildly embarrassed as she stepped out of the car, dressed so oddly. But he whisked her inside swiftly, she felt eyes upon her, but his arm did not leave her shoulders. She could hear their berating as they passed the muttering of one mouth to another. This man was well known, Hoshi realised.
Muttering, murmurs, whispers clouded around them like a swarm of venomous, curious mosquitoes. Anger flickered over her previously porcelain-doll-blank features. His hand squeezed her shoulder.
‘Ignore it,’ he ordered. And she did.
Such a sweet and delicate girl she was. When he’d seen her on the windowpane on offer he just could not resist. The willowy, slender limbs, the taut smooth skin. He wondered what she looked like beneath the plain white silken slip trimmed with lace. He was sure the plump, though not huge breasts which adorned her slender chest where a wonder to caress, to taste and feel. He was certain those ebony locks, silken and straight and perfect, were the softest of textures.
She did not look into his eyes, but the sharp and oval gaze did not meet anyone’s look. It was a shocking jade green; it did not seem to accompany what seemed to be utterly oriental. She held the look of the exotic and erotic.
‘Beautiful,’ a man breathed at his side. He knew he was talking of his Asian beauty, so swiftly he stepped through the doorway. He was an immensely wealthy man, and he had the girl in his clutches with a flash of glittering currency in the greedy, lustful eyes of this brothel’s keeper. As he walked out with her, she bare-footed, treading delicately over the concrete, he did not speakhe phe powerful length of his arm however remained a constant present around her slim shoulders as he led her to his car. The silken strands of her hair where caught with the wind, along with the flimsy fabric of that temptingly plain and all encompassing night wear. Her head remained bowed as she slid into the back seat. Slender and pale hands rested upon her lap. Still, her head remained bowed.
As they drove, finally, he spoke. ‘What is your name?’
There was a long silence. Finally, she spoke.
‘Hoshi.’ Her voice held an oddly husky timbre… Something odd… It was sensual though, he decided. It fitted her mysterious persona perfectly. It was almost… Genderless. He looked up to the rear view mirror, and was shocked when he found himself gazing into those sharp, catlike eyes. His attention wandered once more to his driving.
‘I see… A beautiful name for a beautiful creature…’ His murmur was soft, appraising. As she sat in the back seat, something stirred within her for this beautifully successful man. His automobile was expensive, nothing of discomfort to her. His clothing was beautifully tailored to fit his lean, though gym-fit form. His features where angular, manly, very handsome. He was attractive. Girls where probably clamouring just to dine with this bachelor. She was his now. She assumed he was a bachelor, in the least.
‘Where are we going, Sir?’ Her voice held that huskiness still, and a slight Japanese lilt. Not a heavy accent, but still present.
‘We’re going to my home, Hoshi. Do not worry, you have nothing to fear from me.’ Hoshi nodded, but she was no fool. Something told her not to trust this man, though she had little choice right now. Her fingers interlocked, clenching slightly in her lap as she allowed her form to slump just slightly, relaxing into the plush seat as her oval optics wandered to observe the scenery flashing by, wondering what on Earth she was approaching. There was a lot of greenery through the strands of ebony that she did not push away from her vision. Trees covered in lush leaves, grassy interludes in the metropolis. This was the wealthy part of town. And as they approached a huge towering building, the car slowed and pulled in at the pavement. Hoshi stared, the magnificent steps leading to the grand doorway. It all seemed to gleam.
‘This is your home?!’ Hoshi could not help but gasp. The man chuckled softly.
‘I live on a floor here…’ He held the door open, like a gentleman. She felt mildly embarrassed as she stepped out of the car, dressed so oddly. But he whisked her inside swiftly, she felt eyes upon her, but his arm did not leave her shoulders. She could hear their berating as they passed the muttering of one mouth to another. This man was well known, Hoshi realised.
Muttering, murmurs, whispers clouded around them like a swarm of venomous, curious mosquitoes. Anger flickered over her previously porcelain-doll-blank features. His hand squeezed her shoulder.
‘Ignore it,’ he ordered. And she did.