The lewd beauty and the grump [Shicchan&Hideki](Private)

June 29, 2017

X always dreamed to be a famous star and his wish was granted rather early in his life. Not only was he a famous musician who everyone loved, he also played the lead character in some popular movies.

But his glory didn’t last long; he lived too promiscuously, excessively and was apathetic towards everyone around him. And soon he fell from grace and wasn’t marketable for anyone anymore.

He didn’t get any jobs and the people who loved him yesterday had already forgotten him.

Ten years later he works in a bordello as a male whore. X has given up his goals and dreams completely and surrendered to his fate by accepting the position he is in and the lewd and ambitionless person he has become.

While he normally doesn’t care about other people, he is forced to acknowledge the existence of the new always grumpy security guy the bordello hired who seems to be disgusted by X and regularly insults and degrades him and generally seems to look down on the place and not only the “employees” but the customers too. X realises that this guy doesn’t fit into such a location at all and must come from a completely different world and profession. The appearance of this man however makes X curious and also gives him a new goal, he wants to find out who this guy is, why he is there and more importantly get that man who seems to hate and loathe him that much to want him badly.

But while X tries to seduce Y with every method, Y has only one thing in mind, to get out of this place and rise to a proper status again.

Rex Hutson

Pseudonym: William Brix

Gender: Male

Age: 34 years

Height: 1,93m

Hair colour: blond

Eye colour: blue

Occupation: Security guard

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Character traits: cynic, strict, distanced, mysterious, dominant, bitter

Biography:

William Brix former known as Rex Hutson was born into a family that came to honour in the military. Their history in the military reaches back centuries and can be marvelled at in the hall of the family’s residence.

Rex is the eldest and only son and therefore the heir of the family who had shown talent from an early age on.

Since the day he was born and the doctor had marked male on his birth certificate he was predestined to become a high ranking officer in the military and he gladly did.

He had been a major general by the time he fell from grace and got a dishonourable discharge.

Not only did he lose his position in the military but he also got disinherited and excluded from his family even though they never knew the reason why he gpt discharged in the first place.

With his name stained and no job anymore he had disappeared and two years later he worked as a security guard for a bordello in a crime infested district of a city far from his home state only known to the people as William Brix.

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The stench of the districts streets filled his nose when he was on his way to work. The few streetlights flickered and even though it was Thursday night it was incredibly loud. Somewhere he could hear a shooting, from another direction squealing tyres and a street race and from behind him shouting, screaming and bursting glass. This was the norm for this disgusting place filled with those thugs and lowlifes. He despised all of those people and if it were on him they would all sit behind bars but unfortunately it wasn’t on him.

Annoyed he entered the bordello in which he worked as a security guard through the backdoor on which some thug had sprayed a pair of tits. The owner, an old lady who smoked more than a chimney, didn’t care to have the door cleaned.

When he had closed the door behind himself the stench of urine and other disgusting substances was gone and replaced by the smell of cigarettes, sweat and sex.

Even in the changing rooms his boots stuck on the ground because of spilled beer and whiskey no one had cared to clean up.

He only had to grab that black bomber jacket that said “Security” on the back because he had already worn his sunglasses even though it was night.

With a face that said:”Speak to me and you’re dead.” he entered the bar room where the whores lingered when they didn’t have a costumer and where he also found his colleague who was much too happy for someone who protected whores at a rundown place like that.

And Peter once again didn’t care about the antisocial appearance of William Brix but waved from the bar holding up a glass of Whiskey exclaiming:” Hey, William! How’s it going?”

Rex grabbed the glass hissing:” None of your damn business you clown.” The reaction made Peter laugh and give him a friendly punch on his shoulder. Rex didn’t know what else to do to make this man understand that he didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He was just so extremely optimistic that he could even find positive things about Rex’s insults.

His blue eyes that were hidden under the sunglasses wandered around in the room to get an oversight of the whores he had to protect this day. God, how he despised those degenerates but this was his job and he did it efficiently and decently.

June 30, 2017

Gabriel Aarin

Pseudonym (bordello): Satin Micah, the angel of miracles

Pseudonym (artist): Garin

Name: Gabriel Aarin

Gender: Male

Age: 26 years

Height: 1,63m

Hair color: natural orange hair

Eye color: olive green

Piercing: lower lip, ears.

Tattoos:

(small, left wrist)

Occupation: male prostitute

Sexual orientation: forcefully bisexual, naturally homosexual

Character traits: extrovert, talkative, sweet when he wants to, caring, stubborn(what's left of his determination)

Biography:

Gabriel has always been really connected to music but never got his parents’ approval which led to him moving out from home at a really young age. He finished school while living with his older boyfriend, who was the drummer from their band.

In no time, the band started to make success and people seemed to fall for the vocalist/guitarist all too easily, making Gabriel acquire fame enough to be starring in a movie.

Everything seemed marvelous but the way his boyfriend dealt with jealously was cruel, exposing Gabriel’s sexuality and inventing a story about how he was mistreated by him. A big lie made the aspiring musician’s life a mess. Gradually, he stopped getting jobs and lost his fame, bringing his figure to oblivion.

Having no one to hold on to, during a party, an ex-fan asked if he could have sex with him for money. Being in that helpless situation, he couldn’t help but accept and join the prostitution world, later on being hired by a lady who owned a bordello.

His dreams were crushed and he had nothing left and simply worked his ass off to get some money to keep on living, being too inebriated by the lustful atmosphere to aspire for anything beyond that.

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Micah had just finished his service with a non-regular client and he did feel satisfied when they were done. He made sure to make the man feel like he was special, wanting to keep this one as a regular. When the man left, the younger male got up from the sweaty bed and opened up the windows, feeling disgusted by the mix of sweat, humidity and the strong scent of their sex.

The ginger boy went to the bathroom and took a shower, cleaning himself from the combined fluids. He dried himself off once he was done and wrapped his body in the cleanest towel he found. He quickly got dressed, wearing black lingerie panties and his usual slightly transparent black robe, putting on also black slippers and going downstairs, to the waiting room, fixing his hair on the way.

He walked in and smirked softly as he spotted the handsome yet really grumpy security, whom he had a kind of a crush on. After greeting his coworkers, getting teased by one of them, who told him he got there just in time to see his prince charming, he walked up to the two, slightly swaying his hips on the way.

“Hello guards~”, the ginger boy greeted in a soft voice looking at Peter then William, placing his hands on William’s back. “Missed me yet, honey?”, he whispered near his ear, teasingly knowing the other would be angry at mostly anything he did.

June 30, 2017

He knew that Peter wouldn’t just sit quietly next to him drinking his bloody whiskey, no, he told him everything he didn’t want to know about his wife, his kids, his cat and his daughter's canary bird.

That they lived in a 50m² flat with five people and that he had taken yet another job.

Why was he telling him this? Rex didn’t care. They weren’t friends and he didn’t feel like listening so he didn’t. Peters voice turned like the rush of the wind or the sea when he recognised red messy hair and silver piercings blinking in a face out of the corner of his eye.

While he looked down on every single person in this bordello, no, in the whole district, this was the most despicable person he knew. Unlike the other whores he seemed to have arranged himself with his situation and didn’t seem to be regretful or ashamed or ambitious or even wanting to get out of this. He even seemed to have accepted himself like this, sometimes he made the impression of enjoying this and that made this whore the most loathsome in Rex’s eyes.

He knew that he had seen the freckled milk face of that man before he had started to work in that place and he also knew where he had seen it. The younger of his two sisters once had had a poster of this guy hanging on the wall of her room. The security guard briefly remembered that his father and his sister had fought over that band a lot because the cantankerous old man had thought that this kind of music was rubbish and should not be listened to by his children. Of course this made the band much more interesting to her.

So this guy must have been some kind of popstar before or whatever.

It was funny how his father had been right about that band, when he looked at what that singer had become.

His younger sister however had changed since he hadn’t been there anymore too because his father demanded her to replace him. When he had searched for her on the internet, he had found her social media page that had said that she was now in the army and her photo resembled Rex more than it resembled her old self. It also resembled a man more than a woman.

When he saw the grin on the whore’s faces who shared some giggles he knew that the ginger would go for him. And there he was, placing his dirty little hand on his back.

Rex strained his muscles and hissed in condemnation. “Hands off of me you bloody cockroach” his deep voice called on Micah. “I’d actually be more than happy if I never had to see your face again. When I look at you, your messy hair and that metal in your face, I see a personification of this whole district. You are just as pathetic as some rag people clean off cum with.” He responded grumpily, knowing that it probably would not make him go away. He had degraded and insulted the other dozens of times but he didn’t seem to care. If anything he seemed to become more eager to act that way around him. If he was trying what he thought he was trying it wouldn’t work, what was this lunatic even thinking. But maybe he was just wanting to provoke him.

Rex nearly spilled his whiskey over the bar when Peter leaned in, laying one arm around his shoulders pulling him a little to the side while he addressed Micah:”Don’t listen to that ox, he doesn’t mean it, he just hasn’t slept well! You look really gorgeous today as you always do. And I am sure that William has missed you.”

Peter’s niceness made Rex gag. “Shut your trap you laughing stock! I always mean exactly what I say!”

He wasn’t able to see what gesture his colleague had made towards the whore and he didn’t really care.

June 30, 2017

Ever since Gabriel laid his eyes on that security guard something on the back of his mind told him to chase after William. In fact, he had stopped to think about the origin of his interest and came to a conclusion that what really made him get attracted that tall, grumpy man was that he didn't belong to that place at all. As the curious person he is, Micah establishes a main goal: to find out more about this man. And a secondary once, since he was totally his type and he wanted to test his seducing abilities. Also, the fact that the guy hates him makes things even more interesting.

The cursing didn't get to him, he was so used to be treated like that the violent talking didn't affect Micah. In fact, he was most certainly a really fittable person in that area, no denying. Whenever he got out of that district, which was on rare occasions, Micah either stood out or was totally invisible. It depended on the moment, place and time.

The ginger chuckled softly at what the well-humored security spoke, smiling softly. "Aw, thank you, Peter," he spoke, fixing his robe, feeling slightly happy about the compliment. That was another rare thing about that place: having people to compliment you.

Micah's eyes went to the movement of another person walking into the resting room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the dark head whore, who's been his closest friend nowadays. His code name was Geisha (orGaysha) because of his Japanese descent. He went up to the ginger as soon as he saw him. "Hello everyone", he greeted politely, taking a seat beside Peter after ruffling Micah's already messy hair on the way to his bench. "I'd die for a beer right now", the dark head spoke and gently laying his head on Peter's shoulder.

Gabriel smiled and went to the other bench, the one beside the irritated security. "So, since our schedules are rather calm this afternoon, why don't we all go to a bar and have a drink?" he made the offer even though he knew William would most certainly decline violently. However, because of Peter being around, he might have a chance to succeed. A very small one.

July 1, 2017

The front door of the bordello was opened and a dark haired whore entered the room. That man was unpunctual and the employees weren’t supposed to enter through that door. Those people couldn’t even follow the lose guidelines of that place and it didn’t surprise him that their final destination in life would be this stinking brothel.

However the appearance of the Japanese man was rather fortunate in his opinion because he seemed to be close to that little eyesore who had decided to annoy him yet another time.

But Rex had been wrong to think that they would leave the bar alone to talk somewhere else, quite the contrary actually happened and the next thing he realised was Micah taking the seat next to him.

Rex snorted disdainfully when the red head suggested to all go out for a drink. As if he would voluntarily spend his time with any of them at some repulsive place in that district.

No one could hear his snorting though because Peter’s expression lighted up and he seemed to really like that plan. “Yes, let’s do that, it’s a splendid idea.” The brown haired commented rising up from his seat.

The disgustingly optimistic enthusiasm of his colleague frustrated Rex and he barked:”As if I’d go on a drink with the likes of you at a place like that. Ridiculous!”

He saw Peter hesitating and he thought he had shut him up but the other smiled at him again.

“Oh, come on! It doesn’t really matter where you sit and hate your environment. You can do the same at that cool place I’ve been with my wife a few years ago just as good as here. And trust me the air is much better there and your feet don’t keep sticking to the ground.”

While Rex had always thought about Peter as a poor dumbfuck who was just too nice to people who didn’t deserve it he had to admit that this wasn’t a stupid move of him after all. He really considered it because to get rid of the stench of his workplace would have been a real improvement of his night.

Then again, this was his workplace and he was at work. He got paid for those hours and he should do what he was paid for. “Even if I’d considered it, I am on duty here so no can do.” He answered and Peter stared at him a questioning look on his face, then the father of three started to laugh loudly.

“Duty? What do you think we are? Some police officers? Fucking soldiers?” Rex felt how his muscles constricted and the corner of his mouth twitched in anger. The police force and the military were both honourable institutions in his eyes. Just a week ago he had broken the nose of some criminal teenager who had been screaming "Fuck the police!" on the streets and he hadn’t regretted it. Also Peter’s jokes reminded him about where he actually should have been now and what he once had been.

He felt a strong grip on his shoulder and heard Peter saying. “Dude, we are the security at a bordello. And our job is to keep the whores save. And if they leave in the time we are at work, we have to accompany them and make sure they stay save. Antonio can take care of the others here.” He said and nodded to a black haired man who sat between five whores flirting with them and taking selfies. This guy was the third security man and Rex despised him more than some of the whores.

Peter had convinced him though, he stood up from his seat ready to leave and keep an eye on those whores. When Peters voice could be heard again making Rex roll his eyes.

“Did you know that I wanted to be a police man as a kid William? What did you want to be as a kid?” he asked and Rex answered him with a:”None of your business you bloody fool.”

The light hearted man laughed:”Why did I know you’d say that?” he commented and then walked up to the whores, one arm around the gingers shoulder and one around the dark haired mans shoulder:”And what was it that you two wanted to be when you were little? And don’t you say ‘none of my business' too’”

July 1, 2017

As the two of them started discussing if they were going or not, the ginger casually scooted closer to the taller male, nonchalantly leaning against his strong side, enjoying to feel the firmness of the muscles covered by the dark clothing. His olive gaze went from Peter to William as they spoke. He noticed the dark head looking at him with a small smirk once they got to a positive conclusion and he simply returned it with a wink.

Micah had talked to his friend about his new target some time ago and found it the dark head’s was Peter. Geisha have always been very specific to his choices, always saying married men were more rough and fucked better. The ginger never really felt that much of a difference yet simply respected his friend’s preferences. Not that his own could be considered usual. Wanting to get laid with a man who hates you sure is something crooked.

In any case, ‘having new experiences’ was his nowadays motto.

Even though the ginger didn’t mind using the rooms, if there was one place he hated to be at was that waiting room. He had grown used to the feet sticking and the stench of dried out alcohol. Micah’s lips curved into a soft smile as his plan actually worked. In fact, it was a win-win: getting out of that stinky place plus having some more private time with William. And even being able to have a drink. He didn’t mind having Peter’s and Geisha’s company, they were both nice and more than that, they would probably make the blond feel more at ease. Or at least talk more substantial stuff instead of simply cussing and being rude.

The dark head couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Peter’s statement about the bordello security’s duty. “Pete’s totally right, William.” he spoke softly, giving the brunet a kiss to his cheek. “Wherever we run to, there should be a strong and prepared guard to keep us safe”. Geisha’s voice had a hint of luxury as his arm wrapped around the guard's beside him. Unlike his friend, Gabriel didn’t mock the other security, since he felt the blond’s musculature tense up at the way he spoke about the other, noticing William got bothered about the way the colleague mocked the police. Micah smirked a bit, hoping he would manage to gather more information about this person along the night.

The following statement, about the security’s dream, caught the ginger’s interest even more, really wanting to know the answer. After putting on a poker face, the ginger giggled along with his friend at the way William responded along with the happy guard’s laughter.

Not even bothering to look at Antonio and the five other whores who would most certainly have an orgy with him until the end of the day, Micah stood up once the brown haired walked up to him, detaching himself from the angry man and returning the motion to the kindest one, forcing a small chuckle at the supposedly fun speech. Anything that made him talk about his past made him uncomfortable. "Why don't you start us off, Geisha?", the ginger boy asked, with a hint of innocence through his almost doll like features.

"Well, when I was younger I used to want to be a ballet dancer", the dark head spoke first as he clung to the brunet guard, gently stroking his chest. "I used to take classes until I found out that I had more future and could make more money through pole dancing and other erotic jobs", he finished with a small smirk, lowering a hand to fix the thin dark red underwear which made sure to expose his lower half quite nicely, even under the robe, anyone who took a glance could have a good idea of the shape.

(I sketched Geisha too haha. He has a colored sakura branch tattoo on his shoulder. During work hours, he wears contacts)

July 2, 2017

Rex didn’t take it well that a whore had the audacity to tell him who was right and who wasn’t. Not only the whores had no basis to do that, all those other lowlifes in the district had nothing to say to him as well. Funnily enough though, he had to deal with a lack of respect ever since he had got the dishonourable discharge. The lower ranks in the Army had been scared as fuck to give him back talk, they had respected and obeyed him. Those people however had no hierarchy; they just said and did what they wanted to whoever they wanted to say it to. “Shut your hole flower boy, your opinion doesn’t matter.” He said in a cold and dominating voice to Geisha whose tattoo he believed to be a picture for women. “My grandma was more of a man than you.” He added just to get it off his chest.

While his stern face had grown even grumpier than before Peter seemed to enjoy himself. Rex examined them and that sight never failed to surprise him even though he had seen that quite often by now.

Peter walked with his arms around those two twinks and he would not only let them touch and kiss him he’d also flirt with them and compliment them. He had never seen another straight guy who would be that comfortable in this situation. Maybe he wasn’t fully straight, maybe he was a bisexual or something, but he didn’t really think so.

The stupid giggling of those two and the laughter of his colleague irritated him. He hated giggling and people who giggled. Whenever he heard someone giggling he wanted to tape their mouth shut just so he hadn’t have to hear it anymore.

Of course he wasn’t interested in the dreams of those whores but it was much better they talked than giggled so he listened casually, he even listened to Peters comments.

“I can imagine that you would look really gracious as a ballet dancer Geisha. I’ve never been interested in ballet though, my wife once dragged me into the theatre to watch one and it was kinda boring. I actually prefer seeing pole dance.” The man with the short brown hair said and looked at Micah awaiting his answer.

But Rex started to laugh mockingly before the ginger came to word. “Ballet dancer? So you never wanted to have a real job? To be of worth for society? Of course someone like you wouldn’t. Dancing! Dancers, artists, musicians, actors, they are all overrated and useless. Your parents probably died out of shame.”

He stopped himself when he realised what those two were still wearing. “Don’t you want to change your clothes before entering the outside world or do you want to insult other people with your half nakedness?”

When the four of them arrived at a busy place he realised that he shouldn’t have left the bordello after all. Not only was it crowded, it wasn’t a pub as he liked them. The place had flashy lights, a dance floor, cocktails and obnoxious pop music Rex thought didn’t deserve to be called music in the first place. The only music he could listen to was classical music and when he was severely drunk country music was bearable as well.

Dissatisfied he detected that there weren’t any places on the bar anymore so he followed Peter and the whores. Some chick, with a skirt as broad as a belt, threw her curly long hair against his chest and with it the smell of women’s perfume and strawberry shampoo got through his nostrils. He gagged, this place was worse than the bordello even though his feet indeed didn’t stick to the ground.

To top it all off the place to sit Peter had chosen for them were two sofas with two seats each with a table in-between. So he had to share a sofa with one of those people.

He couldn’t understand why Peter had brought them to that bar. They weren’t his wife and the group was definitely sticking out of the crowd. It didn’t surprise him. They were two security men and two flamboyant twinks who flirted with Peter and kept physical contact to him.

Rex smelled trouble, especially since he could hear some dimwit mutter some derogatory terms behind their backs already.

[Cool. Your drawings are great by the way. I can’t draw well so I’ll just briefly describe Peter:]

Height: 1.80m

Build: muscular

Hair colour: brown

Hair length: short

Eye colour: brown

Skin colour: white

July 3, 2017

{Aw, thank you! I can draw him too if you’d like }

“There’s no point in hiding what we sell from you two, darling”, Micah replied to the question that made the tall blond stop, teasingly lowering the dark fabric, exposing his shoulders without taking his eyes off of William's. “Marketing”, he winked, jokingly, then pulled the robe up, continuing to walk beside Peter since his arm made him keep taking steps. Other than that, people around that area were so used to seeing people wearing even less than what they wore, it was all too normal.

“You’re always so kind, Peter~ I want to give you a private dance if you’d like”, Geisha whispered softly, scooting closer and stroking the hand that rested on his arm, not minding the angry man’s response, not seeming to be affected by it at all. He just really didn’t understand what Micah saw in that guy and started thinking the ginger might’ve started developing masochism.

As they walked inside, Micah took in a deep breath, glad to be in a less stinky place than the waiting room, being able to avoid making his speech and step on some establishment he didn’t have to constantly pull his feet off the sticky ground. The ginger was contented with that. But he would be even more satisfied with a beer.

The young ginger pulled away from Peter as they got to the table between couches, knowing his friend’s preference. “You’re being too greedy, Pete” Micah playfully said as an excuse with a small chuckle, walking up to the other security gently placing his hand on his arm, wanting to see how angry William would get knowing he would have to sit so close beside someone he despised so much, glancing up at him with curious eyes. Gabriel wanted to know which were the blond's preferences, likes and dislikes, and much more, to get to the most efficient way to seduce that guy. However, before he could even get a reaction, Micah raised his eyebrows slightly at the sight of a bigger and seemingly much stronger man behind the blond, who placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it as he looked down at them with lust upon his drunk face. “Hey, Security. For how much would you and your boyfriend go for a ride with me?”, the man asked, slurring slightly yet still conscious enough of what he wanted.

Apparently, the stranger wasn’t alone but his companions weren’t nearly as monstrous as he was and weren’t trying to help him yet. They just took care of watching the curious scene, wanting to see how it would turn out. Geisha scooted closer to Peter, holding onto him gently. If there was one thing Micah knew the dark head was afraid of, was be violence.

July 4, 2017

[[if you’d do that that would be awesome ]]

“Am I? That’s too bad.” Rex could here Peter’s voice who was smiling at Micah. If it was up to him, he would place both whores and Peter on one sofa but once again it wasn’t on him. Rex stared Peter down but the sunglasses he wore made it impossible to see it so that Peter didn’t even notice Rex at that moment because he was too busy talking to Geisha who had promised him to pole dance for him.

Peter was someone who didn’t make any sense to the former major general at all. Why the hell would he want to see a man pole dance?

Not even he would want to see a guy do such an unmanly thing as pole dancing and he was actually attracted to men.

While in his thoughts he took off his security jacket and threw it onto one side of the sofa.

His attention turned away from Peter when he felt a hand on his forearm. He looked down to his side and there was the ginger who seemed way too happy about that incident and taking the place next to him. The blond man’s hands formed fists and the visible veins on his hands and forearms pulsated.

Rex grabbed the small wrist of the red head strongly and threw his hand away from his arm. “Keep your hands by yourself.” He glared at the much shorter man, when he saw a large hand on Micah’s shoulder.

He immediately turned around and faced a man who was even taller than he was. The guy seemed drunk and looked rather dishevelled.

When the other opened his mouth every single muscle in Rex’s body tensed up and one could see how his carotid artery was pulsating as well now.

The fact that the man was even taller than he was didn’t bother him. He had seen many of those supposedly strong men since he had been forced to leave the Army. And they were physically strong, no doubt about that, but they weren’t professional and an easy target.

Rex on the other hand had been trained in different martial arts since he had been a kid, at home, in military school, in military academy and in the Army. Defence and attack had been a major part of his life.

That gorilla was basically digging his own grave by saying what he said to someone like Rex.

Implying that Rex would fuck the likes of him was already bad enough but degrading him to the level of a whore who was for sale was unforgiveable.

“Didn’t the whore that is your mother tell you that one shall never talk like that to those above you?” he growled but didn’t wait for an answer or a move of that hulk.

He knocked the man out by smashing his own head towards his as a first step and soon after one could hear how a rib cage was demolished and how the bones in the huge mans right arm broke like salt sticks.

The blond man kicked the guy with his steel caped boots over and over and then placed his shoe on the other one's face when he was on the ground. “Who is next!” he said to the guys smaller companions, while whipping out a baton. “I said who is next!” he screamed like some maniac about to crush them all like insects.

Rex seemed like a war machine that someone had just put into combat mode.

Before his discharge he hadn’t been that fast to resort to violence. While he had been capable of it, he had been a calm and calculating nature, not that easily provoked or angered but now he was different.

He had that anger, that hatred and that aggression inside himself every day all the time. And he unleashed it whenever people like those thugs thought they could mess with him.

Filled with rage and only seeing the friends of that moron he had knocked out he didn’t realise that Peter had excused himself from Geisha whom he had held in his arms before and was now next to him.

The shorter man grabbed Rex by the shoulder and forced him to step down from the huge guys face.

“Dude, enough already! This is insane! Who are you, Thor?” His colleague stepped in. The shorter security man’s face looked serious and his voice sounded determining for Peter’s standards.

“The party is over! I’m sure you all want to take your friend to the hospital, you really should.”

Peter couldn’t believe all of this and as impossible as it seemed he started to get irritated. “William, go and take a seat. I’ll handle this now!” he demanded. Rex wasn’t keen on taking orders from someone like Peter but he decided that he probably was right and that he should leave it at that. So he did.

With a deep breath he threw his muscular, tall body onto the sofa. He took the sunglasses from his nose and laid them down on the table. His blue eyes were staring into the nothingness for a moment, then he turned around as he saw a waitress walking by.

Rex stopped her by grabbing her arm, the young woman in her white blouse and the black skirt looked at him rather confused.

“Get me a whiskey.” He ordered and when she understood that he only wanted to buy a drink she smiled at him. “Of course Sir.” she wanted to leave but he grabbed her by the arm again. “A whole bottle and a glass.” He added and she smiled politely again:”As you wish Sir, I’ll be on my way.”

The dark haired woman left and he was less angry. She had been professional and polite and she apparently knew how to work in the service field, what was seldom in that disgusting district.

He leaned back and waited for his whiskey to arrive.

July 10, 2017

Micah didn’t mind the momentary rudeness in response to his touch. In fact, he was kind of used to that. Not that he enjoyed being rejected, though.

In any case, it has been a while since the blond felt so scared of someone. At first, he thought the worst that could happen that day would be something like what the tall man did, try to invite them to go for “a ride”, or even have to go for one with someone as disgusting as he was. However, he didn’t expect William to react so violently.

The ginger couldn’t really believe how easily he got the man down and turned him into a mess of blood broken bones in a blink of an eye. There was no doubt the tall blond indeed had a very broad training in fighting. He could recognize a few movements because of a past lover who was a martial artist and liked to teach Gabriel about stuff. He was a nice guy.

Once he was able o look away, his gaze went to the couch they were sitting on. The short male quickly went up to his friend and helped him up, taking the trembling dark head out of the bar, letting him have some fresh air. Geisha was terrified of things like that. He didn’t know the reason but never felt comfortable about asking it so suddenly. He waited for him to calm down.

“Can you get me that beer we talked about?”, Geisha asked after some more moments, with a tired yet calm smile upon his face. Micah smiled and nodded, playfully ruffling his hair. “Yessir, I’ll be right back”, he replied and excused himself, going back inside of the bar.

Gabriel looked around to find a waitress and asked for a bottle. She questioned if he was together with the “tall blond” and he simply agreed, spotting William sitting down at the bar. Micah went up to him, knowing it was because of him he didn’t have to go with that baboon. Even though the way he practically knocked the creature down was too violent, it still worked. He was their security after all.

“William”, the ginger started, waiting for some kind of response from the older.

July 11, 2017

Apparently the waitress wasn’t a superhuman and couldn’t bring him his whiskey in the blink of an eye, so he sat there staring at the empty table. He really needed a drink, or two, or three, or more right now.

The adrenaline in his blood sank and he calmed down a little, even though there was still the usual tension inside of him.

Rex was very aware that he had changed, just as everything had changed since that incident.

There hadn’t been a single day of contentment, a day without that constant anger since then.

He could live with the anger, the feeling beyond that he hated and he didn’t understand though but it was there and it was probably the main root of his anger in the first place.

Why it was there and what it was that he was feeling he didn’t know. He wasn’t particularly good with feelings.

The only thing he knew was, that this incident would never become undone, that his life would never be as it was and that he wasn’t able to leave the past behind. How could he leave it behind ? It wasn’t possible to ever forget it. And it had changed his perception of what justice was and how it should be delivered completely and it had caused a deep hatred for most human beings inside of him.

Out of the corner of his eyes he could see that the group left with their knocked out friend and how Peter made a relieved face. The facial expression of the usually joyful man changed however when he faced Rex. “You fucking moron!” he cursed and shook his head dismissingly and unbelieving. If Peter was capable of being mad, Rex thought, he was mad at him right now.

The brunette didn’t stop at their place though but went straight for the exit to look after Geisha, who had had some nervous breakdown. Rex couldn’t stop himself from thinking that this black haired whore seemed fragile, labile and overly dramatic to him.

He might have overreacted by kicking the shit out of that guy but no one had got killed and it wasn’t like that gorillas internal organs had been blown into that whores face or something.

On Peters way outside, he crossed the way of Micah who was heading into the other direction towards Rex. The friendly security man nodded and managed to give Micah a slight smile when he disappeared through the door.

Rex knew that the red head was on his way. He was able to identify him by the way he walked already but he didn’t pay him any mind or attention. The arrival of his whiskey was way more interesting and as soon as it stood in front of him he drank a whole glass at once.

Before he could place the glass back on the table he heard the whore saying his name. He closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again. “Yes!” he answered in his deep voice. “If you want to give me a moralising lecture, spare me, you aren’t my mother.”

July 14, 2017

As Micah walked by Peter he couldn’t help but smiling back at the brunet, returning the nod in an ‘I’m counting on you’ kind of motion. He knew Geisha would be happy to be consoled by him. Maybe his beer could wait a little longer.

The ginger chuckled at the words he got from the other in his natural annoyed state. “Who am I to scold you for doing your work?”. He shook his head and took a seat beside William, looking up at the rows of bottles, liking to see the different colors neatly organized. That scene was too nostalgic for Gabriel, it reminded him of the time his band and he always went to his ex’s mother’s bar, to drink and chat after the concerts. They usually ordered whiskey or champagne when they had enough cash to do so. It was his favorite alcoholic drink but it had been over two years he hadn’t even seen a bottle of it. And over 4 he hadn't had a sip of the delicious sparkly taste. The big dark bottle with the golden label was the first thing that caught his attention. Such luxury didn’t belong in a district like that, neither to the people who lived there. And in his judgment, not even to himself anymore.

Getting to know William was his nowadays goal, so he had to focus. Enough of nostalgia.

The memories distracted him from what he eventually planned to say. He looked up at the “tall blond” and smiled a bit. “I wanted to thank you for kicking that guys' ass. Even though it wasn’t your intention, you certainly made my day better”, Micah chuckled while his slender fingers toyed with a clean napkin.

"Oh, and something else", the ginger continued, glancing back up at William. "You seem just way too professional to be in the position you are... I've been wondering why didn't you become a dealer's security or something? You'd make much more money...". The younger male's first guess would be that he despised people involved with drugs even more than prostitution. If that was the reason, Micah would guess he must've been involved with the police.

{I'll try drawing Peter today! ^3^}

July 14, 2017

Such things he had never expected the other man to say. That he even was able to see that Rex had done his duty as a security guard – even though he had gone a little far- and that doing ones duty was something honourable, something to be proud of, he had never thought. It got topped by the other man thanking him and Rex wasn’t sure whether that was some kind of tactic to seduce or mock him yet another time or if the ginger really meant what he had said there. Even though he mistrusted him he decided to assume that the other man had been sincere, so he nodded and then for a little moment looked Micah in the eyes with a neutral facial expression and without having ‘I detest you!’ written all over his face.

The former general pulled himself another drink and as soon as the glass was full it was empty yet again. His neutral expression faded away just as fast as the whiskey and his face turned stern and aggressive towards the other man again. “Don’t go too far with your insults whore!” he growled, followed by another glass of whiskey. “I’d never protect criminal trash like that! If it were on me human garbage like that wouldn’t ever see the sunlight again if caught.” He barked and now turned to the younger man completely. “They would pay all the decent citizens back believe me.” By now he didn’t even bother to put the whiskey into the glass, he just drank straight out of the bottle. “You people at the bordello might be degenerated scum that I despise but you aren’t criminals. You aren’t breaking the law of this society by degrading yourself to a cum-dumbster for pathetic lowlifes. I would never cooperate or make business with criminals, understood!”

“About one thing I agree with you though, I am too professional to be in this district altogether. I am not one of you people.” Rex stopped himself. He felt like he had revealed way too much and he regretted that he had said anything at all. This wasn’t a good day for him. He was so angered, that he apparently was easy to provoke.

Protecting a drug dealer, that manipulating little bitch had suggested. Rex already hated junkies but the dealers he would like to see living a life in agony until they begged for their death.

He sure needed to get out of that bordello and he had planned to plenty of times. But he didn’t know what exactly to do. He couldn’t join the army again under the name William Brix, they would realise it sooner or later and he would have betrayed the institution he admired the most. And if he joined the city police, he was probably too old already to start from zero and rise high enough in rank to change and renew the police force.

In Rex’s opinion they had made a mockery out of the honourable and once strong police force. It was a joke what the officers had to take from those disgusting little criminals and if someone showed guts, the media slandered the men who kept the people safe. If he were to lead the police force, the city would be clean within a month that was for sure.

He didn’t lead the police force though. He led nothing and he had nothing. The thirty-four years old blond man had had a plan to install his own unofficial police force to benefit society and to change the city but he was still missing money to do that and maybe it was just an unrealistic dream of his to realise his personal utopia of law and order to begin with.

No matter what he would do in the end, he would get out of the place he was currently in, that much he had sworn to himself.

[Yeah =) ]

July 14, 2017

{If you have any reference picture you'd like me to use, feel free to send me ^3^}

Micah felt incredibly good by the neutral gaze. It was most certainly the first time William ever looked at him without anger, hate or disgust! The ginger considered this progress and felt great not to feel hated for a single moment, even though he didn't care anymore.

The young male motioned for the waitress and asked for a shot of vodka, just wanting to feel the burning sensation down his throat as well as the relaxing feeling that overwhelmed right after the first sip, which he took as soon as the tiny glass was placed before him, thanking the lady first.

Apparently, his question triggered more of anger and he internally sighed. It was all going too well for his opinion. He listened carefully to the guard's barking about his despise for those people he mentioned of and started gathering the information together, in order to come up with a hypothesis of the blond's past.

Observing his actions, he's very strict with himself as well as others, not liking anything that breaks common sense nor the laws, like he just said. His posture is rather good, which leads to a good training in some kind of martial art or at least a harsh combat training. To acquire the skills and the strength necessary to put that big filthy guy from before down most certainly required quite a lot of hard-work. That unless he was a gifted fighter but he decided to leave that aside from now.

From all the "clues" he had gathered up until now, he assumed William must've been someone important in the police, or maybe even in the army.

Like a cop he knew, his reason to become a man of the law was due of a complication with his sister caused when she got into drugs. So maybe this guy had some kind of backstory with a drug incident? For someone with his apparent qualifications, something must've gone really wrong in his life. All the thoughts only made Gabriel more interested in who that man was.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to insult you. It's just a plausible thought to anyone who's capable of defending people around this area. People here seek money in a Machiavellian way. The more, the better, screw what they had to do. " The ginger started speaking again, truthfully not wanting to anger the security any further. "But like you said, you're different from the people from here." Micah took in a deep breath, clearing what he had to say in his mind. "And since I was once like you, I know some ways of getting out of here. Even though you'll most certainly laugh and don't accept, I can help you". The usual playfulness in his face was replaced with seriosity as his olive gaze stared at him.

July 15, 2017

[[i unfortunately don’t have a picture of him beside the one in my mind and I couldn’t possibly send that to you, even though it would be quite awesome if it was possible x’D

Additionally I’d like to let you know that I’ll be on vacation from the 16th July to the 23rd July and can’t reply during that time. I’ll post as soon as I'll be back though.]]

Rex snorted, took another pull from the bottle and said:”I thought you didn’t mean to insult me!” in a sarcastic tone. He put the bottle back onto the table and then leaned back into the sofa again. “You have never been like me! We are not comparable! I know what you have been before you became a cum-dumbster and frankly it wasn’t that much better.” The security guard retorted to what the other had said to him, not aggressively but cold and condescending.

In his mind’s eye he visualised the poster in his younger sister’s room that had shown the red headed man as the lead singer of a band. It had been her favourite band and she had had a celebrity crush on the same man that now was a whore and sat next to her older brother in a bar.

He remembered how she had begged him to go to the movies with him to be able to see that retarded little movie in which that guy played the lead character because she hadn’t been old enough to go alone at that time. And he had accompanied her and had hated every second of that cheesy movie.

Being reminded of his little sister the second time that day wasn’t a good thing, because with the old memories the current photo from her social media side came into his mind too. The picture on which she looked like him! There was nothing left of her. She was trying to please their father at all costs and aimed to replace Rex but she would never be able to achieve that. She would fail, no matter how hard she’d try. Hannah wasn’t Army material. She was a soft, gentle and girly person who had wanted to become a primary school teacher. And now she gave everything up to take Rex’s place. It was his fault, his fault because he had been discharged and thrown out of the family. He couldn’t protect any of them from anything anymore, nor did he fulfil his role and duty as the eldest and only son of the family.

Their father would never recognise Hannah again now if she didn’t overcome Rex. If she didn’t make it to at least the same rank as him, major general, he would treat her like a failure, as a disgrace and it was crystal clear that she would never come that far.

His other sister, Ginevra, might have been able to make it in the Army at least better than Hannah, then again if her father had demanded her to take Rex’s place in the family, she would have told him to bugger off.

“You have been a ‘musician’.”, he said annoyed to the freckled man next to him “And not the bearable kind.”

It was nearly impossible for any musician to be ‘the bearable kind’ in Rex’s eyes because those whom he counted to be bearable were all European men who had been dead since at least over a hundred years by now.

He laughed, stroke over his chin and then shook his head a little. “I don’t need any help. Especially not from someone like you.”

July 26, 2017

Gabriel listened carefully to the harsh words in such a formal tone of voice and the contrast made it hard to know if he should feel 100% offended or take it as a logical thought line. In fact, he got a little from both, feeling like that guy wouldn’t get out of the situation he was in right now with his current mindset.

The more the “foreigner” spoke, the more it reminded the prostitute of the far far away times, bringing a weird and now distant feeling he had buried down along with his past-self. It made his stomach hurt and his heart beat faster for a moment. He managed to calm down by taking in a deep breath and focusing on something else: how did William know he used to be a musician?

The first thought that crossed his mind was that he used to listen to him on the radio or something, which was totally natural. He knew his songs used to be a hit. But honestly, the blond didn’t look like the type that would listen to the radios his songs played at. It didn’t make much sense, in the ginger’s head.

His second guess would be an ex-boyfriend who used to make him listen to his music. Micah just felt like William was gay and in that area, his instincts almost never betrayed him. Well at least, they never had.

The younger male chuckled and sighed softly, laying his head on his hand as he propped his elbow on the counter, looking up at the bigger male, scanning him, then shaking his head. “The first step for you to get out of here is to swallow your pride”, the orange-haired spoke, not seeming to be scared of the angry barks to come. “And don’t treat everybody like shit…”, Micah stood and got the bottle of beer that had arrived sometime during their small talk, leaning closer to William and kissing his cheek. “Or cum-dumpsters”, he added in a seductive yet playful whisper, before making his way to the bar entrance, to meet Geisha and Peter. He needed to cool down a little.

{Sorry about the delay. I'm really busy with some projects to finish but I'll try to delay less ;~; I'll warn you if I'm not able to respond within 7 days from your last reply's date. Is that okay with you?}

July 27, 2017

Rex snorted and his eyes aimed for glaring the ginger into the ground. “Swallow my pride?” he repeated derisively. “To become the same lowlife that you people are?” he asked shaking his head a little. “If a man has no pride and dignity left, he is nothing anymore. Before I’d stoop as low as you I rather just rot to death somewhere as a man who still has his dignity.”

The other suggestion that was supposed to be helpful amused him and he laughed looking down on the other. “I call a spoon a spoon and not a fork. And I treat shit like shit and not like gold.” He barked, wanting to take another pull of his whiskey, when the whore pressed his lips onto the blond security guards cheek.

It angered him. In fact it angered him a lot more than if the other had insulted him back or even hit him in the face. He felt like his insides started to burn with rage again. Why didn’t he fight back a single time? Every time Rex insulted or degraded that whore, he seemed to act even nicer, even keener on being around him. This was unnatural. He wanted him to get mad and hurt and stand up against him but the other just didn’t. That was how apathy and the lack of pride and dignity looked like in personification.

“Now I wish I could disinfect my face.” Rex called after the leaving younger guy, rubbing his cheek with his hand attempting to ‘wash’ the kiss away. The warm and soft feeling stayed when the other wasn’t to see anymore though.

Maybe it wasn’t the whore’s lack of pride, maybe he just didn’t care what Rex thought? It might be that Rex was just another old arse Babbitt in the eyes of the other man whose opinion the whore knew too well already.

But why did he try to seduce him then? It was completely pointless and it wouldn’t work in a thousand years. Rex wasn’t like that. He actually had found out that he wasn’t the type for sleeping around either. He had tried it. Had thought he would get rid of some of the tension and aggression he felt by fucking some strangers. The first time he had picked up some dude in a bar, it hadn’t even worked no matter what that guy had done and tried. And while Rex should have felt worried, frustrated and embarrassed about that he hadn’t been able to get it up, none of that had been the case.

The second time it had worked and he had fucked that guy till he had bled only to be even more angry afterwards because he had realised that it would never be like before again.

He had thrown the guy out of his apartment right after that and when that guy had asked him whether they could repeat that again he had said:”No. It didn’t give me anything, you are shit.” and then had smashed the door close in front of that mans nose. The dude apparently had not only been submissive but a masochist as well because after that he had tried to contact the blond several times.

Rex emptied the bottle of whiskey, lost in his thoughts, staring at the wall opposite to him.

Peter and that ginger were now pampering and comforting that little cry baby. He snorted, even though there was no one around who could have heard it. It was pathetic how that drama queen behaved after such a little incident probably getting hard from the attention that he got from Peter and his fellow degenerate now.

While sitting there alone he ordered another whiskey - this time they wouldn’t give him another bottle though so he sat before four glasses – which he drank one after the other.

After forty-five minutes he spotted Peters brown head. The other security man had his arm around that little chicken, while the gingered whore was walking next to them.

When the group had come close enough that Rex could look them in the eyes and that they could clearly hear him he raised his voice sounding half-drunk. “Look who’s there! The little pussy! Have you cried ? Were you scared ? Did you want to be pampered by your mummy?” he made fun of Geisha. “Man, you are a pathetic little drama queen! Freaking out for seeing a little fight and some blood! Whom could you possibly ever protect ? You couldn’t even protect yourself and fight for yourself. You are so weak that it’s disgusting. You aren’t even a beta male, heck; I won't even call you a woman anymore because women are much more of a man than you are. You are scum!”

He wanted to continue throwing his words like bullets from a machine gun against the black haired twink, when a fist hit his jaw hard and his head was pushed to the right.

His blue eyes widened as he stared into Peters face, his hand palpating his jaw, focussing on the roaring pain for a few seconds. Rex would have never thought that Peter was capable of doing something like that so he had completely caught him off guard. And he had to admit that that had not been a bad punch at all.

The tall man looked to the side and saw Peter apologising to Geisha. “I am sorry but I just couldn’t listen to that arsehole any longer.”

Rex spat out the blood in his mouth, licking over his teeth. All he tasted was iron now. He rose from his seat and placed himself before Peter, looking down on the man who was 13cm shorter than he was. Peter however didn’t back away from him but stepped forward. Rex grinned, his teeth still red.

“I didn’t know a goof like you had the guts to do such a thing. Well done!” He said and in the next moment his fist made contact with Peter’s nose.

The nose made an ugly cracking sound and blood flowed out of it like a waterfall, when Peters arse kissed the ground. “So we are even Peter Markowski!”

Rex turned around, put on his sunglasses, grabbed his jacket and when passing by him, he took Micah’s wrist pulling him along. “It’s still my work time. I get paid for protecting the whores and that’s what I’ll do. Since I can’t protect you if you are here and I am elsewhere, you come with me, no objection.”

[[it’s fine. When one isn’t able to reply within a week one isn’t. I just want to be informed, as I inform my RP partners as well, that’s all ; ) ]]

July 28, 2017

Micah went up to his friend and Peter and greeted them, giving the dark head the bottle he asked for. Geisha seemed to be a lot calmer, most certainly thanks to the brunet security. “Sorry about the delay, sweetheart”, the ginger spoke and the other shook his head. “Don’t worry, hun”, he returned and took a sip, smiling softly after the sparkly liquid went down his throat.

They remained there for around forty minutes, simply talking and eventually sipping on the beer. After that time, Micah felt like they should get back to the brothel, not wanting to get into trouble. Geisha agreed and managed to talk with Peter about it too.

As they did so, the redhead started to think about William again. It was rather amusing how childish the other was. Or how childish could anger make someone be. It had been a while since he last met anyone like him, with this constant hatred poking his insides.

He had had sex with too many men not to be able to identify what are their intentions for paying for the hour. Some only wanted to relief stress, some were just horny and wanted to be as dirty as their minds would allow them to, some would want to discount their life frustrations in his ass. And some, from that third type, who aren’t able to get it up unless they have some sentimental connection to their partner, are usually people who become like the blond. In resume: they can’t deal with their frustrations because of the amount of anger they feel whenever they think about it, they can’t relieve their stress, at least not through sex, because they’re not even able to create a decent bond with anybody else, ending up getting caught in a vicious circle of hatred. These people are usually unpleasant to be around because of the way they treat others and get alone rather easily.

Since the first day he met the guard he ran his diagnosis and felt like he should try understanding him. And of course, seduce him too, loving to mock William.

It didn’t surprise Micah to see the blond already light headed, knowing he must’ve finished with that whiskey bottle by the way he spoke as well as the sight of the four empty glasses around the counter. Most certainly he remained there, thinking about the next target to his anger and mentally destroying it during that time. And also elaborating new ways to curse and make that person feel as shitty as he was feeling right now.

However, what he did not expect was for him to discount on Geisha.

The young dark head narrowed his eyes, looking down at him coldly. Gabriel knew that if his friend got angry by that, it would only make William feel victorious and willing to continue the series of curses. The ginger took his friend’s hand, gently. “Don't mind him—“, he was interrupted by the sudden punch to the blond’s jaw, his eyes widening too.

Geisha opened a small smile up at Peter and nodded. “Thank you”, he spoke quietly but then hesitated and tightened his grip, starting to lightly tremble as his dark eyes saw the source of the crack sound as well as the red waterfall run down the brunet’s face. “P-Peter!”, he exclaimed, almost soundlessly, in an afflictive manner to be heard by a friend. It sounded almost desperate. He kneeled down beside the guard after grabbing a set filled with napkins, to help him clean and dry the blood.

The ginger was still too surprised to react to the gripping to his wrist, easily being pulled by the much stronger man to who he looked up as he spoke. Micah sighed and felt it was best if the blond stayed away from both Geisha and Peter for a while, at least until he sobered up a bit. Gabriel didn’t object and nodded, being dragged to wherever the unhappy drunk led him to.

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July 29, 2017

On his way out of the bar Rex simply pressed the money he owed for the drinks into the dark haired waitress hand. Her hand was soft, filigree and thin and Rex thought that if he had attempted to shake her hand he might have accidently broken it. “Keep the rest.” He hissed and the young woman smiled at him. “Thank you good Sir, have a lovely night.” She wished him and he nodded forcing himself to make a somewhat neutral, polite face what he barely managed to do.

Finally outside he just ran heedlessly into one direction. The blond had no plan where to go. In reality he just wanted to go home and to not be forced to interact with the scum of the earth in that district anymore. It hadn't been a good day for the former major general form the start as this day had been his birthday. The only birthday Rex had ever taken seriously and had deemed worth celebrating. The security guard had never liked to celebrate his own birthday, it had even happened that he had forgotten his own birthday and he notoriously forgot the birthdays of other people but his birthday he had never forgotten.

And now that day made him feel sick and angered him to the core because he couldn’t celebrate it anymore and as soon as he had gotten up on that day, he had wanted to punish all those pieces of shit for existing because people like them existed whereas he wasn't there anymore.

But even though he just wanted to go to sleep he wouldn’t just leave. He had to do his work because he got paid. If he had taken the money of that old bat without working for it, it would have made him no better than a fucking thief.

The fresh air cleared his mind a little and he felt like getting sober again. His jaw hurt and he realised that his under lip had bursted, he sucked the blood from his lip and grinned thinking about how Peter had lost his composure and his nice guy attitude. After all it meant that Rex words had an effect.

Rex came to a hold at a bus stop and let go of Micah’s wrist. He turned to the whore, examining him closely. “We can either go back to the bordello where I will do my job as usual and you will spread your arse for some lowlife or I’ll bring you home and keep you safe by placing myself in front of your apartment door until my duty ends.” He gave the ginger two options. “This would require you to reveal your address to me though, so in case you are as scared of me as that little pussy by now you probably don’t want to do that.”

“It’s your choice. Me in front of your apartment door or an old man’s cock in your arsehole.” Rex repeated the selection to choose from and then started heading into the direction of the bordello as he was sure that this was where they would be going anyway.

July 29, 2017

Micah followed the big man without really questioning. Every now and then, he glanced up at William to see if he still looked like he was willing to exterminate the whole neighborhood or just a few people.

 The ginger felt a small shiver as a cooler breeze ran inside the thin fabrics that covered his body. As the blond spoke up after letting him go, the younger male stopped and thought about the proposition. It must’ve gotten late and since today the brothel was usually emptier than usual, the guard’s proposal sounded rather interesting. Getting warm, in his own house, with his cat and a handsome guy to make him company. Correction: a handsome guy who /had/ to keep him company for the night, because his shift ended only at 4 AM.

As the older spoke about his work, Micah smirked softly. In fact, getting fucked by older men wasn’t his favorite sport but they were usually more experienced than the younger and hornier ones, who sometimes finished too quickly and it sucked.

In any case…

“Honestly, I’d rather have to fuck you than total strangers but”, he shrugged. “That’s what I’m paid for”, he chuckled. “I’ve made my decision”, Gabriel spoke, ignoring the way he spoke about Geisha, not wanting to get angry anymore. He could spot a bus getting there and made a sign for it to stop. "Having you by my door sounds way more interesting than going back to the brothel tonight”, he replied. The bus stopped and the ginger motioned for William to get in first.

July 30, 2017

The blond man turned around when he heard that he actually would reveal his address to him and would prefer him to guard his door. It was convenient for Rex as he had to see less scum and hence wouldn’t get even angrier than he already was. What surprised him was that Micah, who often seemed to enjoy his “work” way too much, would rather go home then getting fucked or flirting with men – unfortunately Rex included – in some bars.

The security guard shook his head at the statement the other had made about rather having to fuck him and while it was an insult and it clearly didn’t meet the standards of respect that the former major general demanded from others it didn’t manage to get him even angrier than he was, the mere thought was actually so ridiculous that Rex wasn’t able to completely repress a smirk that formed on his lips.

Standing next to the way shorter whore, he looked down on him from the side, saying:”First thing, no one has to have sex with me as I am not some fucking degenerate who pays for sex. Every person I’ve been with wanted it badly.” He said. In fact the number of sexual partner’s Rex had had throughout his life was three! One being his long term partner whom he had loved like he not even loved himself and those two unsatisfying one nightstands and he was proud of that. Before that incident had ruined his life he had been even more proud that he had only had sex with one person and didn’t intend to ever leave that person, making him different from the other people of his generation.

The smirk grew when he came to the part that he had found that hilarious that the amusement overshadowed his anger and detest for the whore for a moment:” Second, you obviously are overestimating yourself, thinking you could ever fuck me little princess. You know full well that I would ravage you and not vice versa.”

Rex gave a throaty laugh before he continued to speak:” Third, you are incredibly naive if you think that we are anything other than total strangers as you know nothing about me.”

When he had finished his sentence he stripped himself off of his jacket and threw it over the ginger’s shoulders in a loveless way because he had seen him shiver and he thought that protecting the whores didn’t mean letting the whores catch a cold because they were too stupid to get dressed properly.

“Next time, wear some real fucking clothes cum-dumbster.” Rex growled when he entered the bus.

The security guard placed himself on a seat. He sat comfortably and blocked two seats as he had his arm around the seat next to him and his legs took some space as well.

His seat was opposite to another seat for two people, it was normally made for four people so that they could chat while looking each other in the eye.

A young woman with problem glasses and dyed blue hair looked at the blond man disapprovingly and he could see how him sitting comfortably angered and offended her to the core. Rex knew that she wanted to scream at him and he was totally ready to destroy that obese chick so hard that she would sit at home crying while eating four pounds of chocolate after the bus ride but the woman decided to not confront him. She just looked at him as he always looked at the whores in the bordello, as if he was the scum of society.

That left the man somewhat disappointed as he had a specific dislike for women like her and would have loved to get into an argument here that he could only win, when he looked at the ticket he had bought when he had entered the bus and saw the date again and he had to think about how he had spent that day in the past. He had surely made Rex more sociable and nicer, he had showed him other things than fighting and combat. Without him the only thing he knew was to fight – attack and defence – again regardless of what kind of fights they were.

The memories made him feel physically sick so he distracted himself by looking at the whore who was buying his ticket.

July 30, 2017

Seeing the reaction his words caused to the taller male satisfied him quite a lot. The other’s laughter felt like a really nice prize after the whole tension from before. Micah was sure he wouldn’t top that guy not now nor in a hundred years. As prideful and manly as William was, he could honestly just dream about it. Anyway, it was just teasing. Oh, and his theory of him swinging the way he guessed too.

Once he finished his speech, the ginger couldn’t help but be surprised the older actually did something gentle, such as lending the coat to him. “Aw, thank you”, he smiled softly up at him, “I didn’t know you could be nice~”. He playfully teased.

Micah was able to control himself and only chuckle at the other’s previous statements, elaborating and saving his response to their short bus ride. Fortunately, he had been able to rent an apartment rather near the brothel. It was an incredibly decent space, even though it needed quite a lot of work to make it clean and decent for living. One of the main reasons why he adopted Rachmaninoff was to get rid of the rat families that used to live without paying the rent around the building. Having a place in that district usually meant to stay in a stinky and ugly looking place but Gabriel wouldn’t be able to stand a situation like that. Even though he worked with sex, he was a clean person and liked to have his things smelling nice and looking fine. No wonder why he took a while to get used to the place he worked at.

The ginger watched as William bought his ticket, getting lost in thoughts for some moments, moving automatically, getting his Metro card, that worked for any public transport service and paying for the ride. He wondered if the blond was allergic to cat fur. He hoped he wasn’t.

Gabriel walked up to the blond, noticing the angry glare he got from the blue haired lady and moved his gaze back to him, raising an eyebrow in slight disappoint. Seriously? Wanting to pick an argument in the middle of the bus? Sitting like that was really rude.

In any case, Micah was tired and didn’t want any more arguing that day. The ginger sat down, taking the seat his arm decided to occupy, not seeming to mind. The younger male leaned against him and looked down at the ticket he held in his hands, noticing William was observing it with attention. “What’s the matter, gentleman?”, he asked, quietly as he bus started to move.

July 31, 2017

Rex growled disapprovingly when the whore made body contact again. But he should have known that the other wouldn’t sit on one of the seats opposite to him like every other guy would. No the ginger of course exploited the situation to annoy him with his attempted of seduction.

The blond didn’t say anything though and he also wouldn’t take the arm away from the other seat. His blue eyes behind the sunglasses inspected the whore next to him and he couldn’t overlook that Micah looked rather funny in his jacket. The short slender male seemed like a dwarf in the clothes of a giant.

Obviously the other had noticed that he had observed his bus ticket before and now he was asking those irritatingly curious questions so many people who apparently haven’t learned to mind their own business always asked. They just wanted to know what was going on in other people’s lives even though it didn’t affect their own lives. Rex couldn't understand that as he didn’t give a fuck about some random stranger’s personal lives, their feelings or problems. In his opinion everyone had to deal with their own shit.

He just wanted to make his signature move and say: “None of your damn business bloody wanker.” when he decided to not do it this time, because that was exactly what everyone expected him to do already. “Nothing, just looking at the ticket as I haven’t held many bus tickets in hand before.”

This was absolutely true, even though it wasn’t the reason why his thoughts had driven away before.

Rex had seldom been in a bus as there never had been a need to use one. The security guard had owned two cars before and one of those, the black Jeep, he still owned. It was parked in a garage located in the richest district of the city together with some stuff from his past that he stored there because there wasn’t enough room in his new, small apartment for it even though he had tried to put as much of his stuff and technology into the apartment as he could.

His whole apartment was like a shrine for his past. He hadn’t bought one new thing for that apartment and there also wasn’t any sign of his current life in it.

Going by bus displeased him. He hated the stench, the other people, the dirt, the other people and the other people so he usually avoided taking one even now that his life had changed. Rex rather walked than taking the bus or the subway and if he had to leave the city for some reason, he still had the Jeep in the rich district that he could drive in case he was able to spare the money for petrol but that wasn’t a problem in most months as his salary wasn’t that low even though it was about nothing in Rex’s eyes and compared to his old salary.

The blond looked out of the window intending to not engage in further conversation but he didn’t get his hopes up about the ginger minding his own business.

July 31, 2017

Micah honestly expected to be pushed away or even lifted up from where he sat to somewhere else but surprisingly none of that happened. It made the smaller relax further against the strong body. The coat felt really warm and he found himself enjoying the way the other’s scent surrounded his nostrils. The ginger was glad it wasn’t smelly or sweaty and he really wondered how William managed that even though he fought before.

The ginger looked up at his face as the older answered his question, nodding two seconds after he finished speaking and looking away. He closed his eyes and silently sighed.

Using public transport was something common to him ever since his parents started letting Gabriel go out on his own. However, since his boyfriend used to live very near his place, they usually met up at a small park then went to the station together. So his memories of riding buses and trains were almost 100% related to his ex and had a nostalgic yet warm feeling about it.

At least during one Sunday per month, he went with him to the main subway station and played for tips at the entrance. They used to dress up and look pretty fine to drag more attention. And at the end of the day, the two went out to have dinner somewhere, according to the amount of money they got from that day’s performance. It used to be really fun.

Remembering that made him feel actually good for a moment but then really sad in a blink of an eye. He squeezed his eyes closed and rubbed them with his hands, hoping they got to his home as fast as possible. From what he heard, they were only two stops away from there. But those ten minutes took forever to pass. The boy curled up slightly, pulling the big coat closer to himself as he looked out at the window, trying to get distracted from his memories.

“What kind of food do you like?”, Micah curiously asked as the bus stopped and he got up. He had to think about what would they have for dinner, after all, he was having a guest for the night. Or so he hoped.

August 1, 2017

It stayed unexpectedly quiet between them and Rex appreciated that. It didn’t escape his notion that all of a sudden the ginger didn’t look satisfied and in harmony with the life he had anymore though but that he looked sad and for one moment the blond thought he would start to cry. Quickly looking away again the security man hoped that he wouldn’t do that because he didn’t know how to handle crying people properly and seeing people, especially other men, cry triggered a feeling of disgust in him as it was a sign of weakness in his perception.

So he stared out of the window, seeing the ugliness outside and came to think that maybe the bus wasn’t the worst place in that district to be that night, when suddenly Micah spoke again, without sounding sad or about to cry.

“Meat! Why?” Rex answered the question about what food he liked and then understood that the other probably wanted to know because he wanted to eat together with him at his apartment.

Had he misunderstood something about ‘placing myself in front of the apartment door’ or had he deliberately watched over that? It was most likely the second.

The blond hadn’t eaten with someone else in a while if one didn’t count his two friends, a dishonourably discharged police officer and an honourably discharged young veteran who was in self denial about suffering from PTSD and was that physically crippled that he was invalid at age 25.

And when they ate together then just because the alcohol in their favourite pub had made them hungry and since the pub had no proper cook the old landlord just deep-fried everything he served to them.

Usually Rex ate meat, protein bars or junk food alone at home as he didn’t know how to cook and he didn’t intend learning it. He thought about himself as uncomplicated when it came to food, as long as the food wasn’t vegetables, spicy or some exotic foreign food that was.

He liked what he knew, the traditional, he didn’t like change or experimenting with food.

The first and only foreign food he had ever eaten was that of the parents of his former partner. Rex had loved to stay at their place during summer vacation back when he had been in military school even though at first he had thought the accents of his partner’s parents had been weird and they had food he hadn’t eaten before. They had been Europeans, his father German, his mother Polish. And European food was the most exotic food that he had ever eaten and that he would ever eat, even though he had loved the food from his partner’s parents and even more when it hadn’t been the parents to make the two of them food anymore but him making that food for Rex. Actually he probably would have eaten nearly everything he had made just because it would have been from him then.

His boyfriend had even had a weird family name and Rex had had his struggles pronouncing the name right as he always had had with every name that wasn’t clearly English. But he eventually had learned the family name of his best friend and later partner regardless of the weird letter at the end. Sebastian Voß had been the name and thinking of that name made him automatically think of his face, the smile, the brown eyes and the short hair where Rex had never been sure whether that colour had been light brown or dark blond.

Sebastian had been quite patient with him back in military school, actually he had been the only one taking the time to get to know someone who had lacked social skills as much as Rex had.

He also had tried to help him with learning the foreign languages they had to learn in school as Rex had sucked at those. Rex had wanted to help him too at something, he had always been good at maths and physics but Sebastian had been good at those too so he hadn't had something to help him with.

Thinking about that a slight smile played around the blonds lips. He was really, really bad at pronouncing foreign words and names still. Even though Sebastian had done his best! Later in the Army Rex had been confronted with even more none English names and he had mispronounced most of them. At the beginning he had got corrected but the higher the rank, the less correction he had gotten until no one had dared correcting him anymore. That had made the former major general think that he had gotten much better when that hadn’t been the case at all what he had realised after he had got discharged.

Being buried too deep in his own thoughts he almost didn’t realise that the ginger had gotten up from his seat. Fortunately he still made it out of the bus at the right station. He looked around and realised that they were actually not far from where the bordello was. “Have you changed your mind?” he asked mockingly but he knew that the other probably lived close to his work place just as he did.

They apparently didn’t live far from each other and Rex didn’t like that. However, at least he would be able to walk home pretty fast and wouldn’t have to take a bus again after work.

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