After opening the door, I was a bit shocked to see almost every faculty member standing behind it. Some of them were bent over laughing, some of them were still trying to listen into my non-existent conversation.
"..."
"Hi Laura!"
Erik stepped out from the crowd to drag me in.
"We DEFINITELY were not listening to you guys having sex."
"Yeah. K."
Attempting to maintain a blank face while being dragged out of the mob, I could see the eyes being dragged at my very presence. Yet, I couldn't see anyone who was poking direct fun at me or Lucas.
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A/N: What the fuck kind of community am I making…
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Seemingly after about 10 minutes of getting through a slightly riled crowd, I managed to get some fresh air at the end of the hallway. Erik stood in front of me, probably expecting an explanation.
"So…"
"Um…"
The silence seemed to go right through us like the gases that surrounded us, and it was eerie quiet in our own bubble of the conversation.
"So yeah…"
He began to fold his arms in the way that bosses to those that they stand superior to, and just stood there. I didn't know how to really explain myself, so in classic muttering fashion I told him a story. Every sentence I spoke, he just nodded his head ever so slightly. When I began to tell him about the details of our "spiel," his face began to turn red with embarrassment.
"...and then he began to suck--"
"Okay, okay, okay… just… stop."
After having enough of the details, he finally decided to get down to business.
"For the mission that is tomorrow, we have decided on the mission difficulty as well as the general precautions that we will need to take. The first thing is that you'll need some kind of physical 'abuse' signs. To do this, I see that you guys have already thought of the idea, but we can have our makeup artists prepare a nice batch of fresh wounds for you as well. Either that, or we can just have everyone beat the absolute living shit out of you, whichever one you prefer"
I chuckled, knowing that I might as well get some real sense back into me with a realistic beating and also knowing that going the route of makeup never hurt anyone.
"I'll go with the makeup, thanks."
He scoffed at my response, seeming to appear to not like it as much. I wasn't quite sure where we were going, but instead of going to his office, he kept walking down the hallway. The last time I had been this far in the building was when I was auctioned off at the end of my time from the Function House. I remembered the leather chair they had strapped me to, where they had tattooed the royal crest on my forehead. Wait-- for the mission I needed to look poor, not a royal. If they saw the crest on me and my slave master hitting me, then they'd think that it was an abduction. Erik seemed to read my mind, answering my thoughts as if I'd spoken them.
"So, we are going to be removing that royal crest of yours for now, but it will just appear faded without any concealment. Without makeup, it'll look like you got the royal crest at birth; with makeup it should look like you're a real slave. In advance we've prepared some dummy slave- master combinations to be in the crowd as well. They will be serving as your bodyguards."
I nodded at the plan. We continued walking to the familiar door, and to my surprise, the chair was gone. It had seemingly been replaced with a large walk- in bar, and people were inside of it getting makeup put on. Even the guys…
"This just looks like--"
"A parlor."
Shaking his head, he went over to switch a lever on the side of the door, concealed by a small picture frame. Classic.
"Yeah, we want people to think of it as just a parlor. Of course, if we were raided, they might find out what's behind it…"
As the clicking of the switch sounded off, I felt the floor begin to rumble beneath me. It reminded me of the elevator ride that I had when I first came here. The parlor suddenly began to raise up-- wait no. We were being lowered. The entire floor was being moved underneath, forward, only to rest just behind the parlor. As proof, Erik had me look through a small peephole in the wall. It astonished me-- to think that things of this magnitude could move.
"What is this place--"
The segment that had moved into place led directly into this darker corridor. The walls were made with concrete and rebar, the air was stifling and thick.
"This is the planning area. The only reason I show you this area is because of the fact that we follow our policy of revealing. When you first came here, even though you showed great interest in our goals and beliefs, we can't just trust someone we bought. It's happened in the past, and it was one of the worst things that happened to this company."
"What happened?"
He began to talk about the 'incident' as we walked down the dark hallway.
"It started when we bought Object B-0356. It was something like 4 years ago that this kid wanted to ruin us. We bought him, he was good in the first few months. I personally had quite a few aspirations for him-- he was ambitious. All of the tests that we made him take he aced, so it was only normal for us to be more lenient. Our first mistake was showing him this corridor."
He made a gesture to the hallway we were still walking in. Up ahead, I began to see a few doors on either side of the hallway. They looked like heavy- set metal doors.
"These doors used to be regular, wooden doors. We showed him all of this, and it seemed to have given him enough information against us in order to ask for a raid from the System. Luckily, we had just changed the route in order to get here."
"You mean that lever was not the first method?"
He nodded as he grabbed a keyring full of keys out of his pocket. As he tried to search, he explained.
"We used to just have a set of yellow footpads at the opening of the door, on the inside. Any person would have been able to access this area."
"But couldn't any person switch that lever?"
He shook his head as he finally found the correct key and unlocked the door.
"That lever has a fingerprint reader on three sides. It's why I used three fingers to flick it. And it's not interchangeable. I can't just use my other hand's same few fingers."
As the lock clicked open, a strange but clean scent wafted over me. It smelt… nice? I remembered in the Function House, they'd told us to never complain about the smell to anyone, but with Erik I'd at least considered that he'd listen to me for now.
"What's that smell--"
Erik chuckled as he grabbed a small glass container with an unknown substance in it. There was a piece of string sticking out of the solid, and it was… on fire?
"This is what they called a Candle. When you burn the wick; which is this string here, it melts the scented wax slowly enough to release the scent which you smell now. Because we don't have any windows down here, I'd like to keep the smell tolerable. The ventilation works well, I hope. Don't want to die from CO2 poisoning now, huh?"
I gave him a look of confusion, so I guess he'd decided to move on.
"Alright. This is our current Tech Guy. We call him Tech Guy because the Royals wiped his brain of what his real name was after a small incident with being discovered. He is the one who monitors the streets; not for the Royals of course."
A pale looking guy looked up from a monitor and sat up from his slouched position.
"Hey. I'm known as Tech Guy. I do tech stuff. As of now, the Royal Capitol has been setting up the execution square. They're setting up a walkway in the middle of the square for a planned 'walk of shame.' I'm not too sure what they may go to next, but it seems they want to set a pretty big example…"
After talking, he went back to his monitor, frowning at whatever was on it. Erik had seemingly already moved on to show me the next course of action. He was standing still with his arms resting over a podium- like desk next to a whiteboard with a few photographs as well as hand- drawn diagrams.
"As you know, we are trying to save this boy here."
He pointed to a small picture that seemed to be a bit outdated. It was black and white, and consisted of a few small scratches that were visible from afar.
"This boy, along with his direct family, is planned to be publicly executed by the top Royal. It was requested directly by a higher ranking Official that our top Royal here should do the deeds. The top Royal, as you know, is Castair Henson. Of course, we've already plotted both his course to get to the square and our movements thanks to Tech Guy. Once we get out of this building, we've arranged to meet up with an unknown nephew of Alicastair Henson; the #4 Royal's nephew, of course. Now…"
Erik began to walk over to a large metal desk covered in papers and bright yellow folders. He reached down and grabbed a hefty- looking stack of papers only to hand them over to Tech Guy. They briefly exchanged a few words together, and then Erik was back at it in talking to me.
"So. What I just handed to Mr. T--"
I cracked a small smile when he said it.
"Pfft."
"What?"
"So you call him Mr. T too? What other nicknames does he have?"
At this point, 'Mr. T' had stopped his current work only to look over at our situation.
"Most of the people that work here call me Mr. T. I've been called other names too, but the one my closest friends call me is Akuma."
"Wait-- you mean Akuma, Akuma? Like, THAT Akuma?"
"Yeah… as in 'that' Akuma."
Erik looked confused and stared at both me and Mr. T with a dumbfounded expression. Me and Akuma laughed together, seeing how funny Erik's confused face looked.
"Erik… Akuma means god--"
"How did you know that? I don't remember any Function House teaching japanese--"
"It's a book you guys have here. It's literally called 'Akuma- What a God Means.' It's probably one of the better graphic novels you guys have here."
"Ah… okay. Let's get back to what we were doing."
After walking back to the slate, he began to explain the rest of the steps. It turned out that making me look like a slave was such a crucial part of the plan, and that this mission was getting more dangerous by the second. It all ran down to me, doing my job, and Keeneth doing his. The plan for extraction was listed as a high priority, as both me and Lucas were noted to continue our service for missions for at least another 5 years. All the pressure I was getting made my head spin; I went to place down my hand on a wall after being jammed with information.
"You alright?"
"Y-yeah…"
As if right on cue, the large door bolted to unlock and in a haze I saw a figure approaching me.
"Let's get you back to bed. You've done enough for today."
In a sweeping motion, I was swung onto some very broad shoulders and taken back into the musky hallway. I knew they were having a conversation as I was being taken back, but I couldn't hear or see very well.
"Wh… who are you?"
"It's me-- Lucas."
"A...hah--"
Right then and there, I blacked out.
I woke up to see the ceiling of my own room, the brightness of the room itself blinding me. Once I'd closed my eyes though, I could hear someone panting. I tried moving a little, but it felt like my legs were pinned down from the blanket that was over me. Then it clicked-- Lucas was most likely above me, masturbating to my sleeping face. Apparently I wasn't that shocked, but who would be when it's already happened once?
"Nnnahh--"
Opening my eyes, I saw Lucas-- completely naked above me. Beads of sweat ran down his shoulders and abs, dripping off of his hands and hair. His face was beet red when we made eye contact, and he immediately stopped. I went to hush him before he could even make an excuse.
"Shush. I know it's not a misunderstanding, and I know it's exactly what I think it is. I'll help you finish-- I heard it's painful if you don't."
He nodded slowly and his arm started back up again. Remembering what had happened before we went to the meeting, I grew suspicious if there was anyone directly outside of the door. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt his body move as a whole a lot more. Watching him made me get hotter by the second…
"Wanna finish with me?"
Lucas looked at where I'd placed my arms, seeing that I was clearly giving him permission. He bit his lip in restraint and began to peel back the blanket and my clothes. The heat from his skin on mine made it seem like the heater was on high, and I began sweating too. His member slid in with no problem, but he didn't start immediately.
"Why'd you stop--"
"Ah-- I feel like I'm gonna cum already…"
I chuckled, remembering that this exact situation had happened before when we had done it. I let him rest, and then he began to thrust little by little.
"SHI--"
His sweaty forehead fell down on my chest, his breathing heavy. Then I noticed it; the pooling of a thick substance and the familiar pressure from his throbbing penis.
"It's fine, Lucas."
Because he finished so quickly, I hadn't really had my chance. He looked back up at me and climbed up to deep- kiss me. There was one thing for sure, his fingers sure worked their magic. Looking over at the alarm clock, I saw that it was getting late.
"Can you go another round?"
He stopped kissing me and looked at the clock as well.
"2 hours. That's how much time we have until lights out-- let's use it."
I sighed, pondering the offer. Sure, we had time-- but the mission…"
"Riuji… this may be the last time I see you--"
Giving him a pout, we looked at each other in sadness.
In that night alone, I've never felt more full and empty at the same time.
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A/N: Sorry how I said I'd start it back up, and then not actually start right away ;-;. ANYWAYS, I've finally decided on the ending of the plot.
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