A Slave's Demeanor

[Teesie]

Character: Mihael

Hair color: Dark Blue

Eye color: Hazel

 

Mihael is a businessman, also an undercover agent undergoing crimanal activities that has been happening recent in New York. Mihael has a wife and two children consisting of two sons; twins. He's been happily...well lets just say married for over the course of two years. His wife Carla was also in business. Her company was more or so a smaller enterprise of Mihael's. His two sons Haruhi and Ihurah were both intelligent boys. They were currently in college for economics. All in all Mihal was living the life of a man his father always wanted him to before he passed away. Maybe this is the real reason Mihael even thought of marrying.

[b.lueeyes]

Character: Lucan (Luc)

Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Ash blue/silver

 

Luc had been a student studying music and composition at a prestigious art school, working part time at a coffee shop to get by, as well as busking on weekends. He grew up with a single mother, who was a lawyer, and a younger brother called Noah. He and his mother are not in contact, however his brother and he are very close. He was inspired to write music by his childhood piano teacher, who was a graduate of the same art school. After a night of busking, Luc was abducted by a mysterious mafia organisation, and taken as a human slave to be used for numerous lucrative activities, mainly pertaining to the practice of prostitution. Considered a missing persons.

 

(Is that okay?)

[Teesie]

Mihael dropped his head onto his desk after a small argument with his wife. She had complained that he was never home and never spent enough times with his sons whenever they came home on the weekend. His sons were staying in the dorm of a highly criteria economic school.

 

Mihael sighed once again. He couldn't afford to do this any longer. If he worked on this case more he'd go crazy because of all the nagging his wife do. Then again if he stopped working so efficiently on the case there is no way he'd lose track of the criminals he had in sight.

 

Lately there was rumored to be a mafia about abduction young college students for their own personal use. What were they used for? Who knows, but it didn't matter abduction was a crime itself. Mihael just couldn't let this happen. His wife would just have to deal with it. He'll make it up to her on his day off.

 

(It was perfect)

[b.lueeyes]

Somewhere, in a small house in a backstreet he had never seen the outside of, Luc sat on the windowsill of the room he shared with his four roommates. It was heavily shuttered from the outside, pointing down, and the bars on the inside, unseen from the street, prevented any vision or way to the outside. Of the five in this room, he was the youngest by about a year, having been eighteen in winter. That, and he was the newest bit of meat, having only been here just over a month.

 

He rested his head back against the peeling windowsill, sighing deeply. Another day, another night. Days spent locked up inside, sometimes taken out for whatever business they decided to take you to. Lucan hadn't been taken anywhere other than the club yet, apparently he was still too mangy. In other words, he still fought back. His roommates had bets on how soon it would be until he cracked for good. They'd all been through it too; Luc could see it on their faces, no their bodies.

 

They were in a whore house. Well, not exactly. They were in the housing used for the prostitutes that were generally used in the club. Out front it just seemed like a bar and club, but out the back, with only special admittance, was the place they conducted business. Luc shuddered, running a hand through his dark hair as he moved off the windowsill. He could hear shouting downstairs, obviously their pickup was on their way.

[Teesie]

Mihael had been working on the case non-stop. When he thought he was onto something he would be where he started. Nothing was changing. He would gain one hand and fall back another. It was not adding up.

 

Dropping his head in the desk, which he's been doing quite a lot lately, he thought. maybe he shouldn't question anything and just go wherever the evidence led him. Though it seemed like that would be difficult. Whoever was behind these crimes were not careless idiots. They knew their way around the streets as well as the law system.

 

"Dammit! When can I get a break." looking toward the window. Frowning he decided to take a break and eat. He could use some help also. Maybe asking another agent wouldn't be so bad.

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Stepping out of the shared-room, he found himself wandering down towards the bathroom, which itself was bigger than their rooms. It was communal, and he had to say it was absolutely filthy. He breathed out deeply as he stepped in, his bare feet touching the sticky tiles. The eldest of his four roommates, Erik, glanced up at him from the sink where he was brushing his teeth. He took a spit and gave him a demeaning smirk. "Oh, finally came out of the box, huh? We were getting worried you'd done something stupid," He teased, reaching out to ruffle his dark hair as he passed.

 

Luc smacked his hand away, his eyes bright with annoyance. "Shut it, Erik, get off my case." There was the sound of laughter from within the showers and he quickly stripped off, deciding now was not the time to make trouble.

 

"Ooh, down boy, don't get too uptight, you'll need that tonight," came the voice of Kenneth, another one of his snarky roommates. He thought he was funnier than he was, but then again, he was good looking. He could allow himself to be a little cocky.

 

"Why?" He asked, stepping under the cold, uneven spray.

 

"Cause you're working in-bar tonight, so I heard."

[Teesie]

Mihael was now taking a lunch break. He was eating a turkey sandwitch with a small alcoholic beverage. He needed a little stress relief. Mark, the man he asked to help with the case, had told him to come to a bar with him tonight. If Carla were to know that he was even thinking of going she'd raise hell. What could it hurt? Mihael agreed.

 

Taking another bite of his food he threw the rest away. He wasn't hungry just stressed. Chugging the rest if the alcohol down Mihael stood to lock up his office. He decided that he was done for the day. He would just go home and change into something less formal.

 

"Mihael i'll be waiting for you." Mark yelled. Mihael only waved goodbye, that being his way of saying ok. He could use this. After the argument with his wife he didn't really want to see her.

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Luc closed his eyes, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as he did so. Were they fucking serious? He had never been out in the bar before, purely because they thought he wasn't docile enough yet. He saw how the people who worked in the bar came back, they weren't necessarily always uninjured. Bar work could be anything from taking orders and going round the tables for tips, to actually...

 

He scowled and shoved off the tap a few minutes later, grabbing his towel from the rack and fleeing the bathroom with the laughter of the prostitutes following. Just because he was practically in a whore house, it didn't mean he had to lower himself to their level. He dressed easily in the same raggedy jeans he'd been wearing when they'd snatched him off the street, a simple t-shirt and his pair of comfy sneakers (which he'd also been wearing at the time of his abduction). It was...strange, to think of himself has having been abducted. But he had been.

 

He came down the steps, was nearly pushed down them when Erik followed, and saw that their ride was there. The same guy, all the time, tall, latino, looked like he could eat a horse and still be hungry. He ushered the five of them out the door one by one, holding their arms as they were directed to the white painters van (they had only used this one once, they used a different car most of the time) where they were sat and told to stay. Luc couldn't say he hadn't tried to escape, of course he had. It's just that after a few times of getting slapped around by the club boss for being bruised up by his lackies, one didn't try and make breaks anymore.

[Teesie]

Mihael was dressed for his day out. He had managed to go in and out with as much as a small greeting to his wife. He climbed into his limo and told the chauffeur to the new club on the block named 'Green Demise'. It was said to be a raunchy club with good eye candy. Mihael just wanted some alcohol.....and....maybe seeing a couple of cute women wouldn't hurt.

 

Aa the limo alowed Mihael looked out the window. Women and Men were being lead by collars to chains into the club. Is this 'Green Demise?' hmm he never imagined it to be this seductive. Oh well he was here now he just needed a small amount of relief.

 

Stepping out of the limo in black skinny jeans with a shredded white tank top covered with a black leather jacket Mihael made his way to the door. Mark was there waiting for him like he informed. "Nice to see that you really came." Mark said a bit suprised.

 

Mihael nodded. "Yeah...let's just go inside." He replied a little annoyed.

[b.lueeyes]

They were led in through the back alley one by one after a long, rather bumpy journey. Luc couldn't help but keep his head down at they were filed inside, before left to our own devices once the security guards had checked them over. He never did quite know what they were looking for. They must have some kind of check list of the kidnapped somewhere.

 

Luc quickly moved away from the group of four, who knew each other quite well, being roommates for some time, and headed towards one of the larger rooms out back dedicated to whatever storage they needed, and as space for them when they weren't outside. The pianist had to admit, it was really nice. It wasn't at all as shabby as the place they'd been dumped, it was rather...classy, if he said so. Dark reds and plush couches, and a full wall of closets on the left hand side, dedicated to whatever stupid pervesities they were required to wear.

 

The student looked around as he entered for the manager, who was a rather cheery looking redhead guy named Dan. Luc had thought he was pretty cute when he'd first seen him, fairly average size, nothing too spectacular. Until, that is, he'd dished out a beating to one of the girls who had been caught fraternizing with one of their bar staff. She hadn't been too lucky. Luc had tried to keep away from him as much as possible, unless it was necessary since then. "Ah, Lucan! There you are, it's about time!" Dan wrapped an arm around his shoulders and steered him towards one of the middle closets. Luc tried not to act uncomfortable. "Tonight you'll be on tables, so be careful, okay? Remember what we said last time, you don't wanna end up with another bruise on that pretty face, we just got the old ones cleaned up after all." Yes, he was aware.

 

Luc was never the best at following orders, nor had he been willing (a month ago when they put him on tables the first time) to do the shit they'd expected him to do. So, he'd got a beating. Not from Dan, no, but Dan had ordered it. The red haired man opened one of the closets and took out a few things, passing them to him. "Go get changed, darlin', you'll do fine as long as you keep to the rules." He patted his cheeks, and left the room.

[Teesie]

The music was loud and it's just what Mihael needed to drown out his thoughts. Looking around the place Mihael saw half naked to purely stark naked men and women occommodating tables. Hm...whatever as long as he could get a drink he didn't care.

 

Following Mark through the crowd Mihael thought that since Mark has been here before he could guide him. Taking another look at the....umm what can these people be called? Servants...strippers? Well whichever they were called they all looked mighty young. Some ranging from eighteen to twenty five.

 

Choosing to sit close to the bar Mihael was perched close to the stage. Currently a small boy and girl was endorsing in a small make-out session. It made Mihael a bit uncomfortable, but lustful all the less.

 

Hm...would he have someone to serve him like others or are they high payers. It didn't bother Mihael one bit. He could afford to pay for more than one servant if he chose to.

[b.lueeyes]

Luc looked at himself in the mirror, the flush on his cheeks mostly faded now. It had been worse when he'd needed some help getting these pants on, because honestly... The teen's long legs were encased in what seemed to be possibly the tightest leather on the face of the planet, near-completely closing his legs in black. In seemingly random places, large scratches and tears ran through the strong fabric; like it had been quite literally ripped open by some kind of animal. His feet were bare, but that didn't matter, because the rest of him was too. The only other thing on him was a thick, faded, almost ragged, black leather collar that looked like it'd come from a pound. But that didn't seem to matter, because it was strong. A silver hoop at the back told him what it was really for, however, should they need it.

 

Luc shuddered. Dan came to get him, and as he did his face instantly seemed to alight with happiness. "Oh, I knew it'd suit you!" He turned him around, his eyes narrowing in scruitiny as he looked over his body. Luc hadn't been ashamed or even remotely shy of his body until he'd been thrown into this mess; now, every look felt like it was burning into his skin like a hot poker. Dan reached up to ruffle his hair, pushing a few strands here or there, before he smiled.

 

Luc's hair was long enough that it just touched the edge bottom his his neck, unruly and slightly curled anyway without mussing. His fringe covered the silver eyes that Dan had ordered one of the girls to painstakingly rim with cats eyes. It had taken such a long time, because Lucan was so unused to having makeup near him.

 

"Your name is Sabre," Dan told him quietly, his blue eyes narrowed as he spoke, seizing Luc's chin. "You're serving table fourteen. Don't stuff it up, or I may do something worse than have you taken out back. Remember your place." With that, he let go of his chin and nodded towards the door. Luc was half-tempted to spit in his face. If it were anyone else but Dan, he would've. Luc walked out into the corridor, passing Erik, Kenneth and the others, who were getting briefed from the stage manager. They gave him long stares as he passed, and then he was out in the club.

[Teesie]

Gazing about Mihael wasn't as surprised to see naked men and women now. He was a bit intoxicated due to his fourth shot of whiskey. Sighing the man ordered yet another drink. This case was really taking a toll on him. Downing the glass the bartender sat before him Mihael stood to return to his table.

 

"Mihael man you should just sit and enjoy the show." Mark said with a goofy smile on his face. Why did Mihael ask for his help again? Oh yeah, because the case was really hard; albeit being around this guy made Mihael also realize why he didn't ask for much help anyways.

 

The lights flashed as a new set of dancer came about on stage. They were all so scrawny...did they eat at all? Soon the dancers began to seductively dance trying to attract high payers....or at least that's what they should do seeing as they could probably use the money.

 

The music had changed into a more calm serene. Mihael glance around some more watching certain servants being dragged around with collars. He didn't find it surprising that even some had sex toys with them. This club was really something. If he was seen by another co-worker, besides Mark, he'd be belittled. Was this place legal? Of course....it had to be.

 

Returning his eyes to the stage he decided to watch the dancers. What was he thinking coming here?

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There was the very slightest of hesitations before he started walking, and he desperately tried to hide it with a slow, lilting walk across the room. They were meant to be on show, meant to be perfect, unyielding and confident. But he wasn't that right now. Luc didn't think he had been in about a month. He knew the layout of the room, it'd been the only thing they'd been told to know, so he knew table fourteen was one of the booths in the front corner, with a direct line of sight to the stage. Great, Kenneth and Erik would be watching him like hawks to a carcass.

 

He pulled his shoulders back, dropping his hips to give almost a cocky, proud swagger to his step (much more than he was feeling at any rate) as he moved towards the table, the crowd parting easily for him. Some of the other 'workers' recognised him and strategically moved out of his way. He hadn't been all that nice either when he'd first got here. He had a reputation for fighting back...

 

As he approached the table, the slow, heavy bass began to sink in and he took deep breaths. There were two men at table fourteen. What, were they together or something? They looked like they were having an alright time. There were drinks on the table, of course. Luc felt his nerves, the same feeling he had when he was being watched, sink in, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dan standing towards the back of the room, his eyes fixed on him. Dammit... he returned his eyes to the front, kept his face indifferent with a little bit of cockiness, and approached the table.

[Teesie]

Truth be told the dancers on stage were good. He could tell that they were giving it their all, but didn't look to have enough energy exactly do their best. Was there some sort of policy for them all to be so thin? Doesn't really matter...he wasn't here to judge. On and off Mark would throw money onto the stage to encourage the worker....or well...maybe he just liked the show.

 

Gazing at the dancers Mihael's thoughts were blank. They had a way of hypnotizing one's mind. Closing his eyes Mihael grabbed his head. This was oh so wrong. A agent such as himself was here at a place like this. Well it's to late to regret now; he was here so he must as well as enjoy. Though haven't he said this more than once since he's been here? How many times will he have to reassure himself.

 

Groaning, Mihael shook his head. "I swear i'll never live this down." He complained.

 

Mark looked toward him. "Yeah? Was there something you said?" Mihael only shook his head. Nothing mattered now.

 

Looking up Mihael caught sight of a young looking boy in his sight. He was standing in front of their table with a cocky, confident look. Hmph...so this would be their servant?

[b.lueeyes]

Both seemed to be somewhere near middle aged, over twenty-five at least. He felt a low twinge in his gut and he lifted his head, his bright eyes shining, almost reflectant in the swirling light beneath the darkness of his hair. He didn't bother to introduce himself; it was an unspoken rule that you only give your 'name' when asked. He hadn't had a chance to use his name before he'd assaulted the man he was meant to be 'serving.'

 

Instead, he took a few steps closer to the table, prowling almost like a jungle cat. If he was called 'Sabre,' with all the cat references he might as well act like it. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked loud enough for them to hear, but low enough for it to be considered quiet.

[Teesie]

Mihael cautiously watched the kid. He was a kid right? This boy looked no older than 17. Hmm maybe he just had a good aging process. Though Mihael wouldn't let it out of his mind that this all seemed a bit sketchy.

 

"Um...does this place serve any kind of meal?" Mihael asked. The boy sure had a lot of confidence. He was thin also wearing nothing more than a ragged collar. Could he be even more undecent?

 

"How about a kiss sweetheart?" Mark teased winking at the boy. Mihael looked toward Mark with a frown. Was he joking? There's no way the kid would do that. Mark was a pretty decent looking man with red hair and green eyes. His was muscular with a toned muscle definition, but that didn't mean he could say shit like that.

 

Mihael sighed once again looking once again at the youngest if the three. "If there is no meal then I dont need service." He stated.

[b.lueeyes]

(Lol, he's wearing pants too XP)

 

Luc's bright cats eyes turned to the other male, watching him through his long lashes. As soon as he caught sight of him, he knew who he reminded him of. That, and the word; 'sweetheart.' Dan. And that was definitely not a safe idea, particularly him being so close. Yet, he could feel the gaze of the real Dan digging into his back and he couldn't help the tiniest, barely noticeable sudder that went through him. He gave a long blink as he moved around the table, his eyes meeting that of the other man at the table for a split second before he turned them away.

 

He seemed quite serious about his remark...he wanted food? He could actually supply some food, but it would have to come from the bistro towards the front. Luc decided to think on that later, and act now, just in case Dan or one of his lackeys decided that he wasn't doing his job again. He placed one knee on the plush of the booth, his bare back arching unintentionally as he leant towards the older male. "Come on then," he said, leaning in close. Luc...would need to get this over with, then go and get food, and drinks, and...hopefully make aimless conversation.

 

Hopefully. He knew it would be wishful thinking at best.

[Teesie]

(I know your wearing leather pants Mihael just disreguared that due to not observing you fully)

 

Mihael watched closely as the kid stared at Mark. He didn't miss the shudder that ran through him. Mihael's eyes narrowed. What was wrong with this kid? Soon or later the kid moved around the table propping his knee onto the booth. "Come on then." The kid stated.

 

Mihael was surprised...wait....was the kid serious? Was he going to actually kiss Mark? Watching closely Mihael noticed that the kid did happen to have more than just a collar on. Since walking around the booth he could see now that he was pretty decent. The kid was attractive none the less. Mihael shook his head to get the thought out of his head.

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Luc disregarded the fact that this man looked and even seemed to stare like Dan, and let his hand splay out against the back of the man's neck, his long fingers curling over the skin, before he pulled them together, their lips meeting. This man reeked of alcohol, whatever kind he had been chugging, Luc didn't know. He didn't like drinking, never really had felt the need to before, but he found the almost repugnant taste something he could concentrate on, other than the burning eyes on his back.

 

He kissed the green eyed man with what seemed like a tenderness, his back having to arc as he leant over the booth to get to him. He let his teeth pull at the man's bottom lip, coaxing him to open up. Well, if he wanted a kiss...he's have to oblige him. Lucan could feel a prickling in his neck, and realised then that there was someone else watching. The other man at the booth seemed enthralled. Oh? Maybe he was more perverted than he'd let on,

[Teesie]

Mihael wasn't paying much attention to the kid until he seemed to guide his hand toward Mark. His fragile fingers wrapping around the base if his neck. Soon the kid leaned in a smashed his lips to the other. Mihael eyes widen almost unnoticeably. Was this kid for real? What the hell was he thinking?

 

Passion was soon poured into the kiss as it seemed the kid made up his mind to like this. Did he rally enjoy it or was he just a really good actor? Mihael was engrossed. He could not take his eyes away even though he wanted to. This boy....he was interesting and quite attractive. Who was he?

[b.lueeyes]

He fluttered his eyelashes as he pulled back, his hair falling partiarlly over his eyes as he dragged his hand back from the man's neck. He tasted like alcohol, smelled like alcohol...and the kiss had been unpleasant for him as much as he'd tried to make it seem like he'd enjoyed it. He leant back, his spine straightening as he did so, and ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the fringe so that they got the full view for a moment of his kohl and silver eyes.

 

"Is there anything else?" He asked quietly, his knee still resting on the booth. His eyes turned on the other man, seeing the blatant stare he put his way. Lucan wasn't sure if it made him uncomfortable or made him feel very uncomfortable, but it was one of the two. "You wanted food, right?"

[Teesie]

Mihael blinked out of his trance and cleared his throat. Glancing at Mark, who had a dazed look with an idiotic grin, Mihael nodded waving his hand at the teen for him to hurry away. The kid had a contagious aura and Mihael didn't want to be victim to it any longer.

 

Looking intithe kids kohl and silver eyes made him shiver; there was something there that he just couldn't place. What the hell was going on with him? Have he fallen so low to let a kid shake him up. Mihale grunted...maybe it was a bad idea to come here. Damnit it all to hell.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan turned and sauntered off into the crowd, his hips swaying slightly as he made his way towards the bar, catching the eye of one of the bartenders, who immediately came over to him despite the waiting customers waiting. That was because they were always served first; if they came over to the bar, it meant that their table customer wanted something. And table customers came first. Luc ordered a platter for table fourteen to be served, as well as a singular round of whatever drinks they'd ordered previously.

 

"Looks like you're playing nicely tonight, Sabre," came a low, almost proud voice in his ear. Luc stiffened very slightly as a hand came to rest against the skin of his waist, just above the waistband of the constricting leather. "Keep it up; you're doing well. Just remember...don't get too assertive."

 

"...Yes, Dan."

[Teesie]

Mihael watched the sway od his hips as he strutted away. That kid was....something....interesting. Sighing he noticed a small longing. Even thoufh the kid just left he wanted him back already. He wanted to loom once agin in his beautiful mixed colored eyes.

 

"He's really something isn't he?" Mark replied. Mihael just lookes away. This guy was NOT helping the problem. He would just eat the food that was sure to come to him then leave. He really didn't want to stick around much....not if that kid was his servant. Mihael didn't know if he could refrain himself for asking of something stupid; as Mark did. This was all terrible. He needed to prevent more of this feeling.

 

Glancing up again he saw the kid disappear through the crowd. What will become of him?