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[Asar]

Asar turned up his wrinkled nose as he walk through the filthy street. It was crowded and dirty, and with that came the smell.

It stunk.

Not just the type that you could get used to over a period of time, but the nauseating type that clings to your nostrils.

He also felt fairly naked in the crowded streets. Normally, his little amount of clothes and jewelry, which was always beautiful in quality and design, almost sheer, would make people stair up at him with respect and jealousy, as if he could walk with the gods. Made him feel powerful. But these eyes were different, they made his skin crawl.

He was half tempted to run back to his home and crawl under his covers. But he had a little task set for himself, and he wanted to complete it. Plus, he was lost.

[Chanda Sen]

Another day, another dollar.

Once again the man was out on the streets dancing for a few coins or a bite to eat.

His hips swayed and the muscles of his stomach rolled as cloth danced around him in an almost hypnotising way.

He needed to draw attention.

Chanda was desperate for some form of attention. He was desperately hungry and needed something. Either food or some coinage to buy food.

[Asar]

Asar stopped in his tracks, turning to watch the figure from the corners of his eye.

He had seen a few of them on his walk in the slums. When he first did, it was a young Carifian woman, dancing exactly the same. Hips and chest popping, and stomach rolling, exaggerated, yet graceful, arm movements. He stood there, fascinated as he watched her, only seeing this type of dance a few times before.

It almost seemed it was just him and her. The woman showing off just for hs eyes only. Only for the illusion to be broken when a drunken man scooped her away.

After, he saw a saw more woman, but none of them caught his attention like the last. Well, except this one. But he wasn't a woman.

The dance was slightly different from the woman's. They had hips which the wriggles and showed off. But men did not really have the hips that women have, but instead the toned and sculptured stomachs which clenched and un-clenched. Rather fascinatingly.

The coffee coloured boy moved forward to stand with the small crowd around the dancer. Mouth slightly a gap as silver eyes focused in on the muscle that rolled and twisted with each movement.

[Chanda Sen]

His hair fanned out around him as he turned on the ball of his feet, letting the white fabric in his grip swirl around him.

His golden eyes scanned the crowd. All were regulars. People that didn't have enough money to get him enough food for a day. He needed more he needed-

Him.

That boy. What was he thinking wearing such clothing and jewels here? It was like he was begging to be robbed. Or taken advantage of.

Chanda was staking his claim.

His steps became a little more intricate, the muscles of his stomach rolling in a far more hypnotising way as he stepped forwards.

A little smirk curled his lips and his eye's slid half-shut as he dropped one piece of fabric with a flourish. He slung the other cloth around Asar, hips swaying and muscles rolling deliciously as he stepped forwards and bought Asar closer.

"Hey there," he purred softly. "You like my dancing?"

[Asar]

Asar's tongue darted over his top lip, becoming more drawn in to the exotic dance. Very much like how he was drawn in the first time round. Although, it was not just the dance which drew him in.

Normally he would rip such a fabric off him, even if it was a slight brush on his skin. But he was too fascinated, head bowed as he watched the hips become closer, the rolling muscles now in easy reach.

He stumbled as the fabric around his body pulled him closer to the other male. Silver eyes finally looked away and up into the face of the dancer.

He nodded, a quick "Yes," for an answer. Glancing down again, he reached out a hand to brush his fingertips over the dancers stomach. "You're very talented."

[Tadinanifer]

"Do you wish to see more?" he purred softly.

He could should the boy much more.

He could show him very different dances. And perhaps even something else.

"There is only a small price to pay."

His prices were probably only pocket change for the boy. Only a small price. But to others in the Slums it was a rather hefty sum. He was an expensive whore, but he was a good expensive whore.

[Asar]

The digits of the boys fingers dropped a little lower to brushed along the hen of the fabric.

Ah. Right. His little task.

He nodded dumbly, silver eyes flicking back up the the whores face.

"Show me. I will pay whatever you want." Within reason, of course. He had a hefty about of silver coins on him, and enough gold to out by one of the merchants in the slums. He was a little unsure on how much a whore would cost.

[Chanda Sen]

His lips curled upwards slightly; almost into a little smirk.

Pay him whatever he wanted, eh?

He wasn't greedy. Well, he wasn't too greedy. He wouldn't demand an outrageous price for his services. Just...a little more than he usually charged.

Lining his pockets with a little extra cash was never bad, even if it was only a little.

"Let's go somewhere a little less crowded." He'd take him back to the shack. It would be a lot more private than here.

[Asar]

Again he nodded, eyes really only focusing on how the fabric rested on the hips.

Thinking over what the whore said made him flick up his eyes quickly, remembering the crowd around them.

He glanced around himself, most of them seemed uncaring, but he saw a few eyes on Chanda. Or were they on him? It was a little hard to tell.

Foolishly, they did not intimidate him. Or embarrass him. But, still, he did want privacy.

"Show the way then." A paused for a second, before adding: "I don't like waiting."

Sound assertive, like his father. "Let them know whose boss." He would often tell him, for the moment like this.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda didn't care for the eyes staring at him. They stared at him wherever he went. People were draw to the darkly tanned skin and long, wavy, dark hair. He got stared at, he reeled in one of those people and got some money to keep himself going.

He almost laughed at the firm tone Asar used.

Oh, how amusing it was. Such a young boy trying to assert his dominance over him like that. It was definitely something to laugh at.

But perhaps if he played his cards right he could get a good price and tips. He could only hope.

"I'm sorry for making you wait, sir. This way, please."

[Asar]

Casting once last glance at the people around him, he felt a little thrill though him as he watched the jealous eyes. He was the one that the whore went to. Wanted him. Not them. The dirty everyday scum.

Silver eyes zoned in on the whore, his hand grazing the prostitutes skin or clothing as as he followed, making sure to keep up with him and not lose him.

"Where are we going?"

A mental note to try and remember the route they followed. Although, it is in vain considering he had little idea where he was when he found the whore.

[Chanda Sen]

"To the place where I stay."

It wasn't a pretty place. But it would do. It had a roof and a bed. That was definitely better than nothing. He'd quite happily live with just that.

The longer they walked, the worse the area got. They moved deeper and deeper into the Slums until most the buildings were nothing more than planks of wood balanced together; the occasional hut settled between them.

He jumped over a pile of rotting wood with a cheery hum, his hair and the white cloths he had slung over his shoulder whipping out behind him as he turned around to lift the wood out of the way for Asar.

His home wasn't an ideal place but a lot of his customers were from the Slums so they could manoeuvre through the mess rather easily.

The man stopped next to the empty doorway of his hut. No door. No cloth covering it. Just an empty doorway.

"Here we are, sir." He bowed with a cheeky little grin.

[Asar]

The stench got more nauseating, until he was sure he was about to throw up in his mouth. The sight also deteriorated, he never thought a place could look so ugly.

And the odd person was not better off.

Drunken blunders. Beggars on their knees. The sounds of other like him, some hidden away other in the plain sight.

It was almost hard to believe the whore in front of him came from here. Gorgeous. A god among the peasants.

He did a double take as they got to the... hut? Was it even appropriate to call it that?

The small flame of excitement burnt out, and it shown on his face. Scrunched up, lips thin.

He was about to go back on his words, tell him he will pay him to take him out of the slums, but the cheeky grin made the flame flicker again.

He was sure he would get a sore neck with the amount of nodding he was doing, substituting for his loss of voice.

Tentatively he entered. Not daring to touch anything.

Turning, he glanced awkwardly at the whore, tapping him fingers on his thighs to wait for what happens next.

[Chanda Sen]

Perhaps if he saved enough money he'd buy some materials and make a nice hut in the better part of the slums.

Larger than this. With a door. And perhaps another room. One for his every day living and one full of lavish cloth and pillows for his whoring.

He had to do a lot more saving for that.

It would probably take another could of years. Probably more.

Chanda followed Asar into the hut, tossing the pieces of cloth over his shoulder onto a small well-built wooden chest. It was much different from the rest of the stuff in the hut. Apart from the singe earring he wore, it was all he had of his life before Ecree.

The man turned and slowly advanced on Asar, a low purr sounding, his golden eyes smouldering.

[Asar]

He almost got cold feet again as Chanda advanced on him, wondering whether this was a good idea, feeling a little like how prey was stalked.

He seen it enough from his bedroom. The house tiger prowling around its prey, toying it, let it think it can escape before going in for the kill.

But it was little too late, maybe.

Heart in throat, hands slight shaky and sweaty, he placed them on Chanda's hips. Gripping them maybe a little too firmly in his nervousness.

Face flushed, he glanced up though his dark lashes, arching his neck slightly to look up at the other males face.

[Chanda Sen]

He bowed his head to kiss along the boy's neck slowly, tongue lapping gently at his dark skin.

It was hot and salty. He had been sweating in the heat of the midday sun as he walked around.

The taste was addictive.

"What does Sir want?" he purred lowly, his lips pressing to the boy's neck, just below his ear.

He'd do whatever the boy wanted of him. That was his job and be prided himself on being about to do his job well.

[Asar]

Asar's breath hitched and his stomach twisted from the lips and tongue on his skin. A tingling, yet pleasing, sensation left in the the lips place, traveling to his groin.

His lip wobbled and his knees felt weak as the lips rested just below his ear, a question almost purred in his ear.

What did he want?

It was one of those few moments in his life that he didn't know what he wanted. Well, he did.

"You."

Too vague maybe. But that is what he wanted.

Chanda's sweat and scent cling on him. Remember his touch and how his muscles moved. The taste of him. He wanted to be overwhelmed by him.

His nails dug into the flesh. He did not care what Chanda did to him. And he did not care if he was not being assertive like his father would of wanted.

[Chanda Sen]

"Then take me," he purred in a soft murmur.

He took a step backwards, coaxing the boy backwards with him. Another step backwards. And a third.

He smiled as he felt the cloth at his bare heels rather than the hard, dusty ground that made up the flooring of his hut.

His body fell backwards, arms sliding around the boy to drag him down with him. He took the brunt of the fall; dropping down onto the barely padded mattress of his palate.

The man's legs parted so Asar could settle between them comfortably.

"Take me any way you want. I'm yours to use."

[Asar]

He let out a, rather embarrassing, yell as he was pulled down, taken by suprise.

The dark skinned boy found his face pressed against the whores chest and between his legs. Lifting himself on all fours, his eyes drifted from the the face to the muscular stomach.

His to use. His..

For a few seconds he hesitated, a little unsure on what to do. He seen it enough, his older brothers and father setting enough examples on how to gain pleasure from whores. But doing it?

Slowly, he lent down to press his lips against the center of the chest. Then pressed another kiss, and another, leaning up to press then against the whores neck. They were surprisingly addictive.

His tongue darted out a little, tasting Chanda. He was sure anyone else, or anyone other time it would be rather disgusting.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's eyes slid shut when the boy leaned down to press his lips against his sweat-slicked skin.

He had been out in the heat since the dawn had broken. He had broken quite a sweat in the hours it had been since he had left his hut to start working.

And already he had had two customers today.

Two fairly well paying customers.

His head tilted back to offer his neck, purring lowly when the tongue darted out to lap over his throat.

[Asar]

The neck exposed to him made his stomach leap and on instinct he bit the exposed flesh. Gently. Not with too much force. As if he was worried that the whore would break underneath him.

Lifting one hand, with just as much slowness, he pressed it against the toned stomach, fingertips brushing against the piercing on the belly button.

The nervousness that he felt earlier almost melted away. he was still unsure, uncertain. But his hands did not shake and his heart was not in his pounding in this throat.

[Chanda Sen]

He groaned when his flesh was caught between the boy's teeth.

"You can be a little rougher if you like. I won't break. Not with such gentle touches." He had been with people that really liked it rough. He had been left bleeding and in terrible pain. This was nothing compared to those times. Asar could be a Hell of a lot rougher than this before it started to get uncomfortable.

His back arched a little, stomach pressing up against the fingers stroking against the muscular skin of his stomach.

"Do whatever you want."

[Asar]

He bit harder as soon as he was singled the he could be slightly rougher. Probably not as hard as what the whore was used to, not that he would know. But he was sure it would it would hurt.

He leaned a littler higher to clamp his teeth on the another part of the flash, feeling the need to mark him with his teeth. Make them more prominent then a couple of the the other bruises that littered the whores body.

He can do what ever he wanted.

The boy felt a little overwhelmed. Wanting to do everything, but a little unsure how or what to do.

He pushed his hand down so that the piercing was under his palm and the tips of his fingers against the fabric. The skin was warm and slightly damp under, muscle making it curve and damp.

He released the grip of the neck with his teeth to lean back, fingers dipping under the fabric to peel it down.

[Chanda Sen]

His lips curled a little.

The man lifted his hips slightly to help peel the damp cloth back off his skin and down his legs.

His hands moved themselves to stroke over Asar's bare sides before hooking under the sides of his skirt, tugging gently, loosening it slightly from the boy's hips.

[Asar]

Asar could not help but stair at the member between Chanda's legs. It was not that he had never seen someone naked before. Rather, it was common. But never like this, with skin flushed, heart rushing, and a thrill surging through him.

He almost jumped as hands touched his bare thighs. The darker skinned male lifted himself to lean into the touch and to help the over male take it off, hips wriggling while his own hands pulled the top off.

"Careful." He commented half heatedly on the whore taking the sheer fabric off. It was probably worth more that all of Chanda's possessions but together.

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