Third Person
Paris, France: Bar Haven
10:01 P.M.
His mother smiled and gave the man in his early forties a pack of condoms. The man has a big sly grin on his face after acquiring the given item, he removed his hat and revealed a thin layer of artificially-colored maroon hair to conceal the natural white ones. A woman in his forties gave him a welcoming smile before looking over to her son who was shivering, with his top gone and only a thin pants to cover his lower regions, near the dumpster. In a matter of minutes, even the lower regions will be gone. She didn't feel any guilt because all this has a purpose.
A purpose that must be done tonight.
And no will could stop it from happening.
"Don't forget to give his rating after this, alright?" she reminded him before letting him take a peek at the white-haired boy who was now sitting on the floor, doodling with his fingers and dirt.
"Will do. Thank you..." he replied.
The man smirked and slipped his tongue over his lips as the young boy reminded him of the younger version of the female in front of him. It's his first time paying for a male boy, but what's the difference? It's the same platinum short strands and burning red swirling orbs calling him to succumb to sin. The same scenario had happened 5 years ago and he wanted to reenact this scene- He and his "business" partners occasionally go to Bar Haven for the "delightful service", particularly of the owner- stripper named, "Maesan."
The problem was she was married a couple of years after and had two children. Ever since she never offered anyone that kind of service. But one night, they applied the "If there is a way, there is a will" concept and got "rid" of the barriers.
It got messy. And wrong.
"Maesan Hayden. I trust that my business will not be exposed after this short transaction," With a little nervousness in his voice, the old man said.
"Of course," the woman said while nodding in reassurance.
Mr. Seariel is one of the most subtle drug lords in the long run. He was the only one left from their organization of drug dealers in this country. Strangely, the other 10 drug lords disappeared without contacting him, leaving him as the last one of the biggest drug-selling organizations.
Where did they go?
Mr. Seariel wasn't aware. And apparently, he doesn't care as long as he gets to keep the butt load of shares for himself. What he doesn't know is that he stood on the exact spot where the other 10 had stepped on before they disappeared.
The two shared a few laughs before Maesan excused herself to enter the premises again.
"I hope you're still not mad at me for Hansel's death," He brought back another memory after taking ahold of her right arm, "His dirty sailor mouth got him 5 feet closer to hell."
She forced a very convincing smile, "I understand that kind of behavior can get a person's life. My husband's death was far long forgotten. You should not worry about that, Mr. Seariel," The cunning woman walked closer to the man and let him smell of perfume fox fur before pressing her fully-developed bosom on his chest as she looked up at him with vixen charm.
Maesan's small hints made the man more excited so, he whispered, "You're still polite even in front of a man your age who shared some unforgettable moments with you."
She felt unwanted chills on her spines. Distancing herself from the man, she lightly pushed her finger on his lips, silencing him, "I'm afraid those moments are long forgotten too," she finally succeeded in entering most of her figure inside the door before batting an eyelash towards her son's direction, "Now, why don't you just enjoy the auction item?"
"Goodbye," the man bid.
The echo of the door closing was Dione's commencement. As Mr. Seariel turned to him and fantasize about the different things he wanted to do with the young boy, Dione faced him as well with an uninterested expression.
"Dione, is it?" He asked, "You are like a carbon copy of your mother," Mr. Sealriel started to feel comfortable with Dione by putting his hands over his cold shoulders, "So shall we start?" He asked as he leaned closer to his neck while breathing hard to warm his freezing nape.
Dione tried his best not to empty his stomach when a stench of rotting teeth and dentures struck his nostrils. He turned away and grunted before speaking, "I don't know! You tell me... After all, you're the one who chose an alleyway over a clean bed where we can start have a sanitary surface and without somebody seeing us!"
"I see you got your speech from your father," the older man smirked, "I hope your mouth and tongue makes up for it."
"Perverted old hag," Dione commented and that turned him on.
Mr. Seariel pushed him on the wall with his face pressed in the hard rough concrete. Something dropped on the floor. The old man looked down and saw the pack of condoms. He smirked as a sinister plan formulated inside his mind. Before making a move on the teen, he stepped on the plastic container and slid it underneath the dumpster.
'I won't be needing those,' he thought and got his attention back to the struggling male.
Dione kept a serious face as he was not having arousal over their contact, "People order you for this treatment," the young blushed over his comment, but still avoid his eye contact, "I must say —"
The younger male shivered more in his touch than being top bare for a couple of minutes. Gritting his teeth, the older man's hands traveled down his curves before finally reaching the small hill of flesh on his chest. He gave it a little squeeze and he yelped.
" — It's turning me on..." the older male whispered after placing Dione's hand directly on his manhood.
Dione felt shame as he began rubbing it up and down to settle the pace before facing him with a flustered face, "Then let's flip the switch on and off," he teased and pushed the older male on the closed dumpster lid. As Mr. Seariel laid there, the young male prepared the combat knife on his belt.
He looked down at him lustfully and recited while rubbing his loin on the horny man's bulging manhood.
"Faster..."
These words—
"Harder..."
These are the exact words his mother said —
"And Longer..."
— on the exact day of his father's death.
Mr. Seariel imagined the male having longer hair and bigger breasts. He started seeing the boy's mother and can't help himself, but take advantage of the image. Dione was caught off guard when the older man sat up and decided to assert force on him. Mr. Seariel put the reverse card on the table and switched places, the boy was the one underneath him.
"Let me do all the work," the older man initiated by attempting to kiss him on the lips.
Dione widened his eyes and stopped him with his index finger on his lips before teasing him, "Are you sure? It's going to be a long minute for the two of us, Gramps..." he laughed lightly and tried getting off the dumpster, "Why don't you let me move?"
"No! I want to be the one in charge," Mr. Seariel insisted and pinned the boy down. Dione started panicking as the original plan was beginning to flunk. His legs were too weak and cold from hanging on the edge of the dumpster while his arms are immobilized by the drug lord's wrinkly muscles.
Dione's heart stopped when he felt his pants being unbuckled and his neck was attacked with sloppy wet kisses. He reached for the older man's shoulder and bit before the man moaned in pleasure. In pure irritation, the younger male bit his lower lip as the other male took advantage of his erected nipples. The man enjoyed his little dessert so much that he nibbled lightly while the teen kept in his screams. After the mild nipping, Mr. Seariel chomped down on the other hard causing Dione to shout his name.
His ears picked up the slight lewdness in his voice and whispered, "Let's just keep that bite as a freebie..."
Seeing there was no other way, he relaxed and the man slid his pants down to caress his inner thigh, "This not what you paid for —" he warned one last time, "You're not sticking to the deal. You know what happens when you don't follow," Dione smirked when finally had the chance to seize the combat knife out of its chamber.
"Great Idea! I'm going to stick in you — " With one last kiss on the young boy's face, Mr. Searial teased," — the real deal..."
The boy decided to give the man one last feast as his calloused hands felt the smooth skin of his behind and ogling eyes staring down at his dry hole. Dione gagged and gripped the knife ready as the old man unzipped his fly, the sound traumatized the young man. When the leaking tip touched his skin, he plunged the knife deep multiple times.
"Die, old shit!"
He was laughing as he was confident.
But—
"Yeah, I'm going to die from pleasure..."
It was the old man's turn to laugh as he hurled the young boy's ass up in the air for his access. Dione cursed himself when he saw the thing he stabbed wasn't the man, but the garbage bag full of rotting contents. His pupils dilated, shook around his sclera. The knife fell and his struggles were not of use as the man pushed harder to enter him.
"Stop!"
...
Someone shouted after the sound of the door being pushed open forcefully.
It was Raine who barged out on them. Mr. Seariel jumped in shock and immediately did his pants before turning around to witness a much more beautiful and fresh product than the one beside him. She was in a dilemma. Conflicted, she didn't know if she should take out the gun from her back and point it to the man or talk calmly just like she always does. Although, she had thought that will not work in this environment. Looking over the stranger's shoulder, she was relieved to see she escaped the heaping mess of the dancing floor in time.
"You want to join, Honey?" he asked and eyed the young girl from top to bottom. He didn't know there was an extra auction item. Lucky him...
He got closer...
And closer...
Raine flinched and scurried back to the door before grabbing the knob. Mr. Seariel sighed and figured two teens would be a hassle to deal with. He turned around and found the younger male with his pants back on, scavenging something from the dumpster's left side. Unfortunately, the boy has a bad sight in the dark so, the knife was impossible to find without a light reflecting on its shiny blade. Dione gasped when he was pulled and pinned in the dumpster again.
The old man looked behind him and saw the black-haired girl staring at them with wide eyes. Her face made him smirk, "Watch and enjoy. You don't want to join. It's your loss," he said which made her eyes sharpen.
"No," she breathed out.
Then slowly, he saw him pull out a gun from her back.
She was aiming low.
Her aim was for his leg.
"Leave him alone," Her voice was shaky with anger, "Or else, I- I'll take those legs for a bulletproof test," she added to the threat and loaded the gun after pointing it down for a moment.
However, Mr. Seariel didn't take it seriously and laughed, letting go of the boy's hands in the process. Dione immediately ran behind the girl before smirking.
The old man's patience was running low just like his sex drive that was ruined when the girl came up. He took out his phone which scared the girl. Mr. Seariel turned around and dialed Maesan's number before mumbling loudly, "Is this part of the auction? I told your mother I don't want role play —
He dropped his phone.
It made a loud crash synchronized by a bullet case dropping on the floor.
The old man froze as he felt a painful vibration penetrating his hamstring. He dropped to his knees and caressed his bleeding wound.
"SHIT!!!" He screamed in pain and carefully turned around to see a young man on the verge of laughing while the young girl dropped the heavy arm on the ground as she was about to pass out. Dione sighed, rolled his eyes, and held her by the shoulders for support. The male crouched down to grab the gun before placing it back in the girl's hand, guiding its aim towards the head. Raine gasped when Dione wrapped his hands and engulfed her hands before firing the gun away.
"Oh my goodness," Raine breathed out in a low shaky whisper as the cartilage dropped on her foot.
...
The loud music from inside her office blocked the loud bang. Maegan Hayden grinned innocently and checked the box with her red lipstick before notifying her DJ to liven up the night by taking the volume speakers up the roof.
Smirking, the DJ pushed the sliding button upwards before announcing, "200% higher volume, my dudes and boobs!"
All of the guests cheered and danced as they added up for the concealment of the screams at the back part.
...
The bullet missed his other leg and penetrated his foot. Dione made a disappointing moan as he was aiming for the same spot the girl hit. Raine let go of the gun and tried to crawl towards the wounded elder.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized and a piercing pain spread all over her nerves. Dione bit her neck as she moaned in pain.
Raine turned to her side and sent him a scared look. Dione gave her a bite mark after releasing her velvety skin from his sharp canines, "I told you," he reminded, "One sorry is equal to one bite."
The young boy brought her back to her aiming posture and assisted her in holding the gun up again. Raine shook her head multiple times and attempted to drop the weapon, but Dione was motivated to end this mission using her flawless aiming skills even though, the poor man was already losing so much blood from both his wounds. He looked around to find his phone and there it was, 3 feet away from him. Dropping on his belly, he crawled helplessly while screaming his lungs out. The dirt infected the gunshots and little rocks grazed as more blood poured out like iced tea from a bottomless pitcher.
"Shoot him again!" Dione commanded before letting go of her hands so, she could aim better, but Raine just yelped.
"No..." Raine shouted at him and pointed the gun at him instead, "I don't want to kill him!"
"I don't want to kill," she cried, 'Not again...' she thought as the tears made Dione's image distorted in her vision.
"If you haven't been interfering with my business then I would have killed him in close contact," blamed the boy when he should be thankful for her appearance, "Consider this a training, Madilyn..." he teased. The girl aimed the gun down on the ground and turned to him while mouthing, 'I can't..." - over and over again.
"Listen..."
She looked up as his voice changed.
"You have a better aim than me. When you tossed that small rock, I felt it right at the center of my spine!" Dione complimented before smiling genuinely, "That was impressive..."
The older man smirked as their drama goes on when he finally got a hold of his phone, "Send my men and blow up this location. I'll send it to you," As much as he tried to speak silently, Raine turned around with her dilated pupils full of rage.
"I'm sorry..."
And the last 4 bullets were released from its sanctuary into the world.
She felt sorry for those who kill mercilessly.
For Saccharide.
For the General.
For Dione.
For Aquilla.
For Phoenix.
She felt sorry for herself.
xXx
Bar Haven: 2nd Floor (Orphanage)
Breaking News: Along with the serial killing case of Saccharide Heinz, the hidden illegal drugs and weapon organization was finally found by the police after a mysterious caller gave the exact address of the underwater factory. The man behind this organization Mr. Fausto Seariel was shot dead in the raid. All the workers were sent to prison with charges.
"RAINE!" Dione exhausted as hell, called the girl's name outside Aquilla's room, "Open the door! You can't just hide there forever!"
It was just 5:00 in the morning and he is already howling like a wolf. Well... That's why they call him, 'The Howler'
Dione spent his whole night cleaning up the alley and burying the heavy body in the cemetery. And now he's going to spend the day calling the girl inside Aquilla's room. The mattress that the girl uses on the floor was untouched inside his closet and there were bills on his desk for the night rent.
He kept banging the door until it was opened by the bandages wrapped green-haired boy.
"Apparently, she can do that," Aquilla cackled as he opened the door wider.
"And now you can walk," Dione sarcastically cheered and clapped his hands.
Once he spotted the same shirt Raine wore hanging neatly near the cupboards, Dione frowned and pushed the male in front of him out of the way.
"How do you think I go to the bathroom?" asked Aquilla, looking at the white-haired male in disbelief as he closed the door and limped his way towards his bed.
The white-haired male looked around, his eyes immediately darted at the only place the girl could be hiding from him.
"I don't know!" Dione exclaimed and knocked on the bathroom door again after knocking 3 times in a row, "Maybe you ask somebody to drink your stuff!"
"You're pretty homophobic for a boy who likes to the dirty behind the dumpster with some aged drug lord," Aquilla teased as he reminisced Raine's story from last night.
Dione's face turned red and kept kicking the door instead of knocking while yelling, "Raine! You tattletale!"
"She needs to let out the story last night. Don't worry... I'm not going anywhere," The green-haired male reasoned before tucking the keys away under his chest bandages. The truth is Raine wasn't inside. They just locked it from the outside so, it would look like she was inside.
"Your reassurance doesn't help especially, now I know that you can use your goddamn legs!" said the pissed Dione before turning to face Aquilla.
"Where are the keys?" He presented his hand and asked for the keys.
"They're inside with her," Aquilla lied convincingly and held within him his laugh.
"Shooting star!" Dione got back to his innocent curses as he furiously continued to kick down the door.
Aquilla sighed and caressed his dagger gently on his hands before calming the raging white-headed teen, "Come on man, you made her kill a person!"
"Oh, boohoo!" Exaggeratedly, Dione acted like a crying baby before shouting, "Hey Raine! Don't act so clean. I knew you stole Walter's head underneath my bed!"
"Say what now — ?!"
The last words startled Aquilla, but Dione didn't bother to answer. The white-haired just blushed and scraped his teeth against each other before getting back to Raine, "Get out of there because we have so much to do," he reminded partnered with a forceful kangaroo kick.
"Don't you mean there is someone to do you?" chuckled Aquilla.
"Don't be too cocky, Aquilla!" snubbed Dione while his left eye twitched.
Aquilla didn't stop teasing him with his signature mocking laugh, "Won't you just love that, huh?"
"Ugh, Raine!" Dione called again.
This time, he gave up knocking and just leaned his body against the door, the tired boy gulped before calmly saying, "Today's Saccharide's Arraignment!" His patience didn't last long when a flash of the girl's angry face appeared in his mind, "If you don't get out of there then I'll just get a hobo from the streets to be the goddamn suspect!"
His knuckles were sore from punching the door so, he just threatened his way, "Hey!" he called, "Raine, get out of there! I'll break down the door and you'll pay for it!"
Aquilla can't help, but to laugh at the farce show presented in from of him. He stood up and decided to have a glass of water from the cold pitcher Raine left for him before she excused herself for a task.
"Damn!" Dione shouted and ruffled his hair, "This door is hard to open!"
Then he heard keys jiggling—
"Shit!" cursed Aquilla.