Nine Times Romance, Tenth Time - Love (Bikky & Bellala99)

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Akawa flinched when he heard Bokuto entered the room. Hearing the quiet ‘woah‘ made him feel so weak... The host whimpered softly when he felt his clothes being torn off. What else could he expect? This guy was an animal. The young male gasped softly as he was pushed against the cold wall. Anyone could see him being fucked here, and he was too scared to do anything. This customer paid good money, the owner wouldn't lose him. Ever. Customers and money were more important than hosts.

 

More importantly, Bokuto would hear everything... He would see everything as well. The host took in a sharp breath as he was forced to his knees. Oh, so starting from mouth? He didn't even try to argue. It was useless. Akawa quietly took the hard cock into his mouth and began sucking harshly, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. He felt the other roughly pulling his hair before pushing him onto his cock fully. He couldn't move his head at all, he could barely breathe. He choked on the hard organ, hoping to get it out quickly.

 

Akawa whimpered quietly as he was finally allowed to take in a deep breath before he received a slap to his cheek. The host gripped onto the aching area as the man grinned widely. “Whore, ready to get cum in your face?“ He asked in a slightly hoarse voice while Akawa nodded. This was expected of him.

[Ero Gaki]

Taking a piss with lewd moans as a background music was too awkward. After letting it all out and zipping his pants, Bokuto inhaled a lot of air before opening the cubicle's door. He felt nervous, thinking about what he'll see and what will unfold by the time he goes outside the comfort zone- which, for the meantime, is the cubicle he was in. By the time he would get out of the cubicle, he'll see everything that two certain men have been committing in the public place.

 

Bokuto's hunch was right, as he truly saw something lewd. An ugly, muscled man, was being given a blowjob by a beautiful host. Bokuto saw all of those things very disgusting, and for some reason, he wanted them to stop doing something so disgraceful in public. What use do the bedrooms have anyway? Then again, Bokuto doesn't have a right to stop them, since he couldn't afford himself to make Akawa lose his paycheck.

 

Yet, seeing the host choke while sucking off a huge, fat dick made Bokuto feel pity towards the said host. The pity then turned into anger when the muscled man called the host 'whore'. Sure, maybe Akawa was being a whore, but judging from that forced, pained look on his face while performing a blowjob, it wasn't quite accurate. It made Bokuto's vein pop out of his forehead, but he was powerless. Wait, he isn't quite powerless.

 

He just have to take Akawa back by paying him twice the amount which the muscled man paid.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Akawa felt worse with each moment that passed. He nearly choked on the air he was allowed for the moment until the hot, throbbing organ was forced back in. The host desperately gripped onto the man's thighs, trying to pull away a bit which only resulted in his head being pushed further onto the cock.

 

When he realized Bokuto had excited the cubicle, Akawa honestly thought his world would fall apart. He hated letting anyone else seeing him pleasing another, and when it was like this it felt even worse. The young male could feel more and more tears flowing down his cheeks as he closed his eyes tightly and just focused on getting the other to finally cum. The sweat and sex smell lingered in air, making Akawa feel a bit nauseous. Cold air made his bare chest shiver, while the tears on his cheeks felt like ice. This was horrible...

 

The man didn't seem to enjoy Bokuto watching either. He growled out before beginning to thrust roughly into Akawa's mouth while tightly gripping his hair. "Get out already... Or do you want a go with the slut too?" He asked in a low, dark voice as he forced the host fully onto his cock once again, now seriously making him unable to breathe. He doubted if the owner even knew how bad it was with this customer...

[Ero Gaki]

But then again, Bokuto didn't have the money to save the host. It's absurd when he thinks about it more closely... It's Akawa's job to give ardor, seduce, and give blowjobs, so even if Akawa doesn't like his job, money is still essential, and Bokuto wouldn't want to butt in on the host's business. Even if he wanted to lend a hand, his money says otherwise.

 

Lost in doubt whether to help the host and be a good Samaritan or not, Bokuto just stood there, with the two men doing something lewd in front of him. When he was about to notice that awkwardness of his position, the muscled man gazed at him intensely, telling him to fuck off or wait for the 'slut' to give Bokuto Jr. a nice sucking. Bokuto, being the coward he is, chose the first option. Wallet-san is still more significant than a host he just met. He grinned at the muscled man and said "You look very old. Probably a Pedophile? Or maybe you just have a fetish for slutty blowjobs in public restrooms? I hope you'll pay the said slut well." He wasn't that much of a coward afterall...

 

Bokuto immediately left after having to provoke the dangerous customer all by himself. He hurriedly walked away, with the Train Station as a destination in his mind. He was a coward for choosing money over a person, but then again, he'll starve if he uses his salary. Electric Bills, Apartment Rent, and Daily Necessities. It was tough for a bar singer with only 3-5 old men as regulars. It was really funny for Bokuto. In the current society he's in, he could actually try harder and do some other jobs. He is strong, he socializes well, and he has the skill of gaining other people's attention. Still, his passion for singing still won. In a result for choosing his passion, he stayed in a quite low-class life.

 

 

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Needless to say, the customer was completely furious at what he heard. Of course, since Bokuto left, Akawa was the one feeling the other's anger. Honestly, he wasn't sure how many times the other even came. He himself didn't even once. The host barely got through that all. Usually it wasn't this bad, however now he felt like he was beaten up - everything hurt. He honestly thought it was mostly Bokuto's fault... If he wasn't there in the first place, he wouldn't have been late to serving the man, and now... If he didn't insult his customer, he may have been able to avoid this torure.

 

When the man finally left, Bokuto slowly fixed his clothing, and began wiping up the cum in the bathroom until the owner came inside, searching for Akawa... Who looked like complete shit. His neck and chest were bruised, his lips and nipples swollen eyes filled with tears. His clothes were completely ruined - some torn slightly, but mostly just covered in cum. For the first time, the host felt like the older man actually cared about the workers. He helped the black-haired male up and into his office where he let the other just sit down calmly and asked to tell him about what happened. Both of them were terrified - Akawa of that happening again, and the owner from the option of it happening in general.

 

Akawa got a few days off, and he never felt happier about not having to work before. As he was walking home, the host tossed a glance at the bar and a shiver ran down his spine. Maybe Bokuto's intentions were making the customer angry to hurt him? Anyway, he probably wouldn't go to watch the other sing after all. Not until his suspicions were cleared off, at least... Not until he could feel not afraid. When Akawa reached home, he took a long, hot, soothing bath and went straight to bed. Honestly, that was all that he could ask for. In the next few days he didn't even set a foot out of his apartment. Who cared that his customers would get angry... As long as he wouldn't have to endure torture, anything was okay. Especially since the owner agreed.

[Ero Gaki]

"That fucking host club, really." Tanaka mumbled as soon as he entered Deco Bar. There were no customers at all, but not like it's new to have none. Bokuto sat on the counter, listening to his playlist on his mp3 player. It was actually better to sing something he didn't like rather than stay while doing nothing. Idling is very bad, as it gradually eats your time off when you can do something productive during those times.

 

Despite having the earphones plugged in his ears, Bokuto could still hear the manager's ranting. It was very loud, but then again, it was Tanaka he's talking about. Bokuto unplugged his earphones and sighed, since he knew that he had to listen, and well, if he wouldn't unplug it, Tanak would unplug it himself either way. "What?" Bokuto asked, wearing an uninterested face.

 

"You see, there are two problems I'm currently facing right now. First, the garbage bags in the aisle! Our garbage bags were piled up properly and neatly and then when I checked it out a while ago, the Host Club's garbage bags actually got piled up on ours. Like, they piled it up on ours so that we'll do the job of throwing them out instead!" Tanaka ranted that it almost felt like a vein will pop out of his forehead. "Bokuto! Go there and warn them about this! If you don't, I'll pay you half of your usual salary!"

 

That was the most fucked up order Tanaka has given to Bokuto. It immediately made Bokuto stand and work his ass off, even though there was a janitor for that kind of job. But then, since Deco Bar lacks- or maybe it doesn't even have customers anymore, there was nothing to clean for, and so the janitor leaves immediately. Bokuto's the only staffer left because he was hoping to meet a customer whom he's going to sing for.

 

Bokuto stood up at Mercury again, but this time, he isn't going to flirt or anything. He just needed the manager, that's all. If he even sees Akawa there, he knew that Akawa will beat him up or something. He knew something like that would probably happen.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

When Akawa finally came back to work, naturally, the first thing he did was ask about the customer that caused him to leave in the first place. The answer was both surprising and very calming. Apparently, the man was now banned from the club and if he was ever attacked outside the club, he could call the police. Honestly, the host wasn't too sure he could do it... But, better prepare for the worst, right?

 

Tonight seemed a bit calmer than usually. Most customers were females and right now Akawa was busying himself with one. He smiled sweetly at her, gently carressing her face before the girl, sadly, had to leave. It was pretty late, after all. With a sigh, Akawa turned around when he heard the door open, ready to greet the new customer until he saw who it was. His body immediately tensed up as he unconsciously pulled his collar up higher to hide his hickeys and walked off to get himself a drink. Bokuto. He didn't think he would even see this guy!

 

The host was clearly tense, somewhat afraid, even. He still thought it was mostly Bokuto's fault about what happened those few nights before. Did he visit the club when he wasn't here? Akawa shivered slightly as he took the martini and let out a quiet, quivering sigh. He hoped not to be noticed. In the meanwhile, another host walked up to Bokuto and, with a smile on his face, asked how he could help the man.

[Ero Gaki]

Bokuto saw Akawa, walking away from his direction immediately. The probability of Akawa punching Bokuto to death was now vague. It seemed that Akawa was traumatized towards Bokuto, who saw everything and made that 'everything' worse. Bokuto felt guilty then. He didn't help the host because it was his job, but still, the host obviously was suffering from it, and Bokuto didn't even lift a finger. He was a coward.

 

Bokuto wanted to reach Akawa out, but the receptionist called him and asked him if he needed anything. He had to pay first in order to go further inside, and that's when Bokuto briefly chose to forget the whole thing with Akawa. "I need to talk with the person in-charge regarding the garbage bags this bar piled up on the aisle between Deco Bar." Bokuto answered, wearing a serious face to get the job done easier.

 

The receptionist told him to wait, and so Bokuto sat on the nearest waiting bench. He sat straight, feeling quite nervous about Akawa. What if he returns to give the singer a kick or two? What if the host actually reported Bokuto and asked the owner to ban him? Things like that actually filled his mind. Yet, he knew that he deserve it for being a faggot and not being a gentleman. He truly loathed himself. He can skip three meals in a day sometimes, that is why he regretted not helping the other man even if it costs him his only amount of money left. It was truly a waste since Akawa wouldn't even try to listen to his songs anymore...

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Akawa stayed tense at the bar, tossing a small glance at Bokuto just to see if he was going anywhere near him... And relief filled him up. The singer didn't seem to have any intentions of getting anywhere close to the host. The black-haired male let out a soft sigh and began drinking his martini - that often helped him relax. The host crossed his legs and rested his head on his hand while looking at the barista with a slightly blank look.

 

Meanwhile, the owner came up to Bokuto with a polite, small smile. "How can I help you?" He asked, standing a few feet away from Bokuto just so he wouldn't seem nosy. The man had black hair and somewhat warm green eyes. Right now he was wearing a suit as well as nicely polished black shoes... Truly, everything seemed quite expencive.

 

On the same time, Akawa quietly lifted himself up and walked off to another customer. This one was a middle-aged woman with a ton of make up on her face. The host shivered mentally as he smiled sweetly at her and began his small chat - even though she was here a few times ago, and requested for Akawa specifically from the first time he served her. Apparently, most older women often took a liking to him.

[Ero Gaki]

Getting tenser as he sat on the bench, Bokuto hid both of his eyes behind his bangs. It was a habit of his if he feels like he's in trouble or something similar to those situations, though it really doesn't help doing so. He heard footsteps coming towards his direction. He brushed his bangs on the side and stood up when the owner finally showed his appearance. Asking if he needed something, Bokuto eased his mind to avoid stuttering.

 

"I don't know if some of Deco Bar's staffs already reported this matter, but I'm here to say it again anyway. Do you guys, like, pile your garbage bags in the aisle properly? The garbage collector around this place always appear in the wrong schedule so the bar maintains the garbage bags piled up properly. But then just yesterday, Mercury's garbage bags, which are totally a lot, were piled up on the bar's garbage bags for an unknown reason." Bokuto explained, maintaining a serious yet calm demeanor. "In behalf of Deco Bar's owner, I'm here to request if Mercury's staff can manage the garbage properly rather than placing it together with ours."

 

Bokuto gave out a sarcastic smile. Seriously, he kind of felt how the manager feels about the whole garbage thing after he explained it himself to the host club's manager. They were already short in staffs to begin with, and they only have 4 garbage bags due to the lack of customers so it was obvious that the host club was behind the increasing pile. Bokuto forgot about the whole nervous feeling towards Akawa because his mindset was currently set on one thing: Tell the owner of this customers-taker place to be a good boy and pile their garbage bags on their own area like how middle-school teachers used to teach him proper garbage disposal.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

The owner's eyebrow twitched slightly when he heard the reason for Bokuto being here. With a soft sigh to keep his calm, the older guy let out a polite smile and nodded. "I'll see if anything can be done about it. Sorry for the inconvenience." He said as calmly as he could before glancing away. "You're welcome to stay here a bit longer if you'd like to. I'm sure you'll love being served by one of our hosts!"

 

Akawa sneezed softly and shook his head just at that moment. The owner must've been thinking about him... But he had his own customer to take care of. He stayed as relaxed and focused on his work as he could without looking at Bokuto too much. Even so, the woman didn't seem to happy with Akawa paying attention to anyone else but herself. The host had no choice but to give her countless compliments - about her eyes, her "cute" smile, the way her voice seemed like silk to him. Really, he probably didn't mean half of that shit, but the point was keeping the customers happy.

 

Once the woman was gone, Akawa let out a soft sigh and crossed his legs while sitting on the sofa. He didn't bother to check wether Bokuto was gone or not. He felt tired... Maybe he could go home already? Oh, how much he'd love that... The black-haired male closed his eyes, just letting himself relax for the moment. He wanted peace...

[Ero Gaki]

Surely, the old owner was annoyed. Seeing the owner's brief change of attitude sarcastically made Bokuto angrier. He was just pointing out a flaw, that's all. The owner shouldn't be acting all too annoyed about it. Feedbacks from other people are very important when doing business, so the owner should've placed a worried face or something. Worse, he sarcastically smiled and said "I'll see if anything can be done about it."

 

The answer was truly inappropriate for Bokuto. If Bokuto interprets it in his own words, it probably meant "Too bad, there's nothing to be done regarding that thing." Bokuto felt like his aura was changing into that of a demon's, but then Bokuto's order was to only point that thing out, so doing a reckless action will probably affect the bar. The order has been made, and so Bokuto just nodded and smiled... sarcastically.

 

"Oh an by the way." Bokuto needed to say this since he was the type to not want to hold any heavy weight inside him. "Tell your ace that I'm sorry." He said while walking away. He wasn't sure if the owner caught his words considering the fact that he was saying it while taking the motion of walking, but either way, he just wanted to say the words "I'm Sorry", at least. He knew he couldn't tell it to Akawa personally because he just came as someone who were tasked to give a complain and not as a customer, but saying those two words made him feel less guilty for leaving the host behind when he needed help.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

The owner was mildly surprised about the odd request before frowning and placing a firm hand on Bokuto's shoulder, stopping him from leaving. "No, if you have something to tell him, say it yourself." The old man said quietly before pulling away his hand and sighing to himself as he walked off to find his janitor to take care of the trash.

 

Akawa was still on the couch, his eyes closed and his legs crossed. He seemed tired... And he definitely was. The young host sighed out quietly as he slowly opened his brown eyes, glancing around, his body freezing at the sight of Bokuto there. It was right before the owner left... No, no! What if something would happen again?

 

Akawa didn't even realize when he stood up and began pacing towards the bar. He had a really bad habit of having a few drinks in situations like this... For situations when he needed some of the emotions gone. The slim male breathed out quietly as he took his drink into his hand and quietly sipped it. Yes... This definitely helped him.

[Ero Gaki]

It was awkward for Bokuto to be sent off that way by the owner. He wasn't sure if the owner did it because his principles are firm, by that, he meant that the owner believes that an apology must totally come from the sinner's mouth, or it's just that the owner was such a lazy-ass that he immediately sent the singer off, or well, he backed out instead.

 

Bokuto felt guilty either way. He was actually a dumbass, and a coward on top of that. He sighed, trying to ease himself a little. Bokuto then reflected for a while to sort out things. He immediately inferred that he needed to give an apology and stop letting his pride take over. Yes, it was the right thing to do. Apologies are very significant, especially if you have done something so inhumane and heartless towards those who were in need.

 

He was sure that the guard won't let him talk to the hosts, unless, if he was a customer. His wallet wasn't even stuffed, and so he thought of one thing. He'll just have to wait for the host club to close and see Akawa when he's off already. At least, the guard won't shoo him off if he's just sitting on the waiting area which was currently empty, would he? Bokuto then sat on the waiting bench, hoping that his plan for apology will pay off.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Akawa kept on glancing back to see if Bokuto was still here, and it frightened him each time he saw the man still there. Was he... Was he waiting for him? The host couldn't even do his job properly now. Did that guy want to kill him or something? Maybe he was waiting for another male customer to come to watch how Akawa was raped again? Though that sounded like something out of a movie or a book, Akawa couldn't stop himself from shivering.

 

His working hours came to an end and he had to go home... Swallowing down nervously, the man tried to quickly walk past the singer, silently praying not to be caught, but he knew that was worthless. Bokuto was definitely waiting for him. Who else could he be here for? Akawa was the only host he was ever with, so there was no chance he was waiting for someone else.

 

Just as he was about to pass the singer, he was stopped by the guard. "Hey! Akawa! Forgot your coat!" He called out after the host who flinched, slowly turned back to him and smiled slightly. Quietly taking his coat, the brunet stood still. He could be killed here. Should he go outside? No, there were people in here. He wouldn't be hurt in front of this many people... Right?..