[Laruku] [Tetsuhai] Taste of Love

[radhaj]

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Those people are not mine. I only wish they were
Warnings: All sorts of ickness: slavery, bdsm, bondage, all sorts of kinks, including the fact that Hyde is a minor in this one. Like, really a minor. You have been warned.
Summary: In a country where slavery is the main source of income, Hideto sacrifices his own freedom to protect his sister's. Young and impressionable, he finds himself giving his trust to the kind slave trainer that bought him, but there is no hope anymore for the inexperienced boy to ever experience what love is now that he's no longer in control of his own life... or is there?


Chapter 8

Though he had faked not really understanding Hyde's surprise at finding himself at the tattoo parlour, Tetsuya had actually expected it. All of his girls (and yes, he did call them all “his girls”, despite selling them) reacted the same to this place, even the ones that grew up knowing their fate. There was just something about the idea of getting it permanently etched onto your own body, the fact that you're a slave... Seeing it on paper was bad enough, but somewhere deep in your mind, even if it's ridiculous, one would still think that paper can burn. Registries can be mixed up, something, somewhere might just happen that would change it all. But this made it completely inescapable. Unless you were willing to cut your own hand off, and noone was. Noone that Tetsuya knew at least. Not when in reality, even that wouldn't change anything.

So that's why he acted like that when Hyde realized where they were. He had just learned, over the years, that acting as nonchalantly as possible was the best course of action. It calmed the slaves down, somehow, made them believe it was not that big of a deal. Which wasn't quite true, of course, but most of them were desperate enough that they latched onto that thought. That was, Tetsuya assumed, what happened in Hyde's mind as well when the boy suddenly walked in through the door without further orders to do so. He probably just convinced himself of how insignificant this was, or maybe of something else that gave him as much comfort. And Tetsuya was glad. He didn't want to see another one of his break down at this doorway.

And so it was that the older man was the one that wandered into the small establishment following the boy, instead of the other way around. But of course it was still Tetsuya that spoke with the artist himself (a rather introverted man that Tetsuya had dealt with as many times for business as he had with Yama-chan, but never quite got to know beyond their usual exchanges over the slaves), giving him the right number to draw.

It was truly such a routine thing that there was nary any need for words to be exchanged before Tetsuya returned to the petite boy's side again. The pretty man had just stood near the entrance, silently waiting for his owner to deal with things and once the taller man came to him, Hyde didn't lift his head to look at him. He was learning, Tetsuya realized with a weird pang to his heart. It felt weird. Hyde was so young, he should be so energetic, so thirsty for life. And here he was, learning to be as docile and obedient as a pet. But then again, Tetsuya's usual “purchases” weren't much older than this boy anyway.

“Are you ready?” he asked gently, and the tense figure moved finally, to nod in affirmative, “You should answer out loud when I ask a question,” he commented, and though there was a warning tone in his voice, he was still being very soft and not pushy with his new charge.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” he apologized, immediately, “Yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be,” he finally answered correctly then, and Tetsuya smiled, understandingly but sadly.

“You must know, it will hurt as it gets done,” he spoke further, putting a hand on Hyde's shoulder and squeezing it supportively, “And it will take time. I know it can get hard to bear, especially as it is not something you want, but I'll be with you the whole time and I need you to get through it for me, alright?” he asked, and Hyde nodded again.

“Yes, Sir,” the boy whispered an answer quietly, and allowed himself to be led over to a chair where he had to sit while the tattoo artist worked on his wrist.

Tetsuya knew he was asking for something difficult when he said “do it for me”. They've known each other for barely a day, there was no bond between them yet, Hyde had little reason to do anything for him. But once again, the slave trainer worded himself that way on purpose. This was, with time, going to become the best way to urge the slave to do something he might not wish to do. Because pleasing one's owner was the most important. And this was the perfect opportunity to introduce Hyde to the phrase, to the power it held. Even now, the boy already wasn't able to refuse. And with time, the more Tetsuya used it, the stronger the phrase would get.

The older man did make true on his promise, and stayed beside his boy through the whole process, holding his other hand and comforting him as well as he could every time the petite figure tensed up more because of pain. But Hyde actually bore the procedure very well, better than Tetsuya expected, even. He had his eyes closed most of the time, as if trying to distance himself from what was happening, but other than tensing up a bit every once in a while, he stayed very still thus making it easy for the tattoo-artist to work. The man was done faster than usual, and there was the number, carefully crafted into the now irritated and reddened skin that would still have to heal. Hyde finally opened his eyes when he realized it was finished as the artist stood up and left him for a moment, and looked at his wrist. First curiously, then with an expression of resignation and forced acceptance. He stared at it for half a minute, saying nothing, under his owner's gaze, before suddenly reaching for the new decoration of his body with his other hand, obviously intending to touch it.

“No, don't” Tetsuya whispered with a warning, grasping the other hand with his own again to stop the boy, “Don't touch it. It's easily infected now and has to be treated carefully for a while. Let it be covered up,” he said just as the artist came back, bringing some bandages with himself and with practised ease wrapped the tiny man's wrist with it.

It was a relief not only for Hyde, but for Tetsuya too when, after paying for everything, they finally left the dark shop and its rather stifling atmosphere. Hyde still looked truly subdued and kept staring at his bandaged arm mutely while following his owner to their next destination. But this time, Tetsuya was leading them somewhere that would hopefully improve the new slave's mood instead of dampening it further. He let Hyde stay quietly while they walked, giving the boy space to come to terms with what just happened, but once they reached the central street with its tiny shops and buzzing, loud noise of their customers milling around, Hyde seemed to break out of his shell himself, suddenly looking around as if woken up by the cheerful chatter of the crowd. When that happened, Tetsuya stopped and smiled down at the much younger man.

“You've been behaving very well today, especially at the tattoo parlour,” he said, as an explanation to why they were here, “And from now on, just like bad behaviour might get you punished, good behaviour might earn you a reward. Now,” the taller man reached for his belt, taking his money pouch and opening it, “I couldn't help noticing how much you seem to love food, so this seems fitting,” he said, taking out three golden coins and handing them to the surprised boy, “There's a lot of food stands here, so you can use this money to buy whatever you wish,” he finally finished explaining his idea and gestured for Hyde to go ahead already, but the other just seemed frozen, still staring at the coins that seemed so big, sitting on his tiny palm.

“But... this is so much money,” Hyde finally spoke up after a while, sounding shocked, but Tetsuya just patted him on the head and ruffled his hair a bit.

“If you don't want it, I can of course take it away. But if I gave this much to you, that means I think you deserved them, so you should use it, okay?” he asked, and Hyde finally nodded, flashing him a thankful grin suddenly and pretty much dashing away to the first food-stand he saw, gripping the coins tightly in his fist.

It soon was clear that the slave-trainer had not been mistaken by thinking that food would be he perfect way to distract Hyde from what had happened before. The opportunity to buy so much food, some of which he had never tried before, had the boy in a very child-like rush, running from one place to another until he had bought and eaten enough to feed a small family: three pieces of gold was indeed a large sum for a slave's pocket money, but Tetsuya reasoned it was a special occasion after all. The older man himself also bought something to eat for lunch, but he was satisfied after far less.

Half an hour later they ended up in a nearby park, sitting on a bench while Hyde gorged on his remaining treats, which included a large cone of ice-cream in one hand (four different flavours – Hyde, apparently, had ice cream only once before in his life and jumped on the opportunity to try some again) and cotton candy in his other. Both were disappearing rather quickly, however, and only a few minutes later were gone completely, with the boy sighing a little with satisfaction.

“I take it you enjoyed that?” the taller man asked with amusement and got an enthusiastic nod in response.

“Yes, I did. Thank you so much, Sir,” Hyde answered, looking up at him with a wide smile on his face, and Tetsuya suddenly got an urge that he couldn't resist and didn't have any reason to try and resist. With that incredibly beautiful face turned to him, with an expression of such simple happiness, such innocence and openness, and with those plush, cherry-red lips so accessible, Hyde was far too tempting and so Tetsuya raised a hand, cupping his pretty slave's cheek and bent down, gently pressing his lips to Hyde's, staying like that for a few moments, softly varying the pressure. Hyde's eyes went wide at first, as he obviously hadn't expected anything like that, but a few moments later they slid slowly closed as the boy gave into the unfamiliar but pleasant sensation. And when he ended the kiss, that was how Tetsuya saw him once he opened his own eyes: face tilted upward, his eyes closed in innocent bliss, the cheek under his owner's long fingers tinged pink. Tetsuya smiled and stroked the cheek fondly until those pretty, brown eyes fluttered open again, struggling to focus after such a sudden new experience.

“That was your first kiss, wasn't it?” Tetsuya muttered the question that had such an obvious answer, and the colour in Hyde's cheeks intensified a bit more as he nodded shyly.

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, obviously embarrassed, and Tetsuya smiled wider.

“Did you like it?” the older man pried further, trying to get Hyde to open up and start learning to talk about such things.

“It... it was... nice,” the blushing boy stuttered cutely, and Tetsuya chuckled.

“Just nice?” he asked, amused, “Maybe we should try it again then, so I can show you how nice it can really be,” he suggested and already started leaning in, when Hyde flushed even more and lowered his head a little, as if trying to avoid it.

“I... I don't even know what to do,” he confessed innocently before Tetsuya could reprimand him for not obeying him, and the slave-trainer stopped for a second.

“It's okay. That's why I'm here – to teach you,” he whispered sensuously, carefully raising Hyde's head again by gently cupping his chin, “Just follow what I do and try to respond.”

“But there are people around,” came another tiny protest, as Hyde still was looking to the side and seemed very aware of the fact that they were, after all, still in a public park with quite a few people passing by them.

“It's okay,” Tetsuya insisted, “Just relax,” and then their lips were pressing together again.

This time, Hyde closed his eyes immediately, or rather squeezed them shut as if trying to block out the knowledge that there were people around who could see what they were doing. Tetsuya went slowly, taking his time to bring the boy's focus back to where it should be: to the feeling of their lips brushing against each other's, to the sensation of their breaths mingling together, their scents invading each others lungs as they were so close. Only when he felt the initial tension disappear in the other's posture did Tetsuya try to proceed a little further, parting his lips, capturing one of Hyde's between them playfully before his tongue darted out quickly to flick over those soft, rosy petals that slowly but surely started responding to him. There was hesitation of course, but after Tetsuya's tongue licked over his lips the second time, Hyde slowly parted them, inhaling his owner's breath between them with sweet, childish inexperience.

The older man immediately took advantage of the barely-conscious action, slipping his tongue into moistness waiting for him beyond those full lips, boldly licking over the tiny man's teeth immediately. Hyde gasped into the kiss, startled by the action but, admirably for someone who hadn't even known how kisses worked, didn't withdraw and just surrendered to the other man's mercy, letting him do whatever he wanted. Tetsuya thus let his tongue slide in deeper, exploring his new slave's mouth languidly, getting familiar with every crevice of it while his unoccupied hand found its was to the boy's side, sliding up the incredibly petite body, bringing it even closer to himself until their torsos were pressed together. Hyde didn't have a choice but to curl his own small hands into his owner's clothing, clinging to it while he had his breath sucked out of his lungs by the deep kiss, his own tongue tenderly coaxed into action by the warm and wet invader in his mouth. Tetsuya could then feel how Hyde cautiously obeyed the mute command, moving his tongue in tandem with his, losing himself in their passionate dance. The grip on the slave-trader’s clothes started to tighten even more as both of them became slightly desperate for air, but Tetsuya was unwilling to stop yet and kept them joined in the kiss for a little longer, sucking Hyde's tongue into his own mouth momentarily before finally withdrawing, immediately gasping for breath.

They were both breathing heavily for a bit afterwards, their bodies heated up, eyes closed and their foreheads touching until finally the more experienced one of them recovered enough to thread his fingers through the boy's shoulder-length hair and inhaling deeply before smirking.

“So,” he purred, his breath sliding over Hyde's heated cheeks as their faces were still impossibly close, “Did you like it this time?”

The boy's eyes shot open and, apparently suddenly recovering and catching himself, he immediately straightened out, sitting upright again and releasing his grip on Tetsuya's shirt before looking to the side, acutely embarrassed. But he also obviously knew he had to answer the question.

“I... I did...” he exhaled, wringing his hands in his lap, looking like he wished he could suddenly disappear just so he could avoid talking, “It was... It was so...” he trailed off, his voice trembling and unsteady, but Tetsuya didn't let him get away without finishing the thought.

“Yes?” he urged to continue, the fingers of one of his hands still playing with the tips of Hyde's hair. A shudder ran through the slave's tiny figure, but Hyde visibly gave in.

“It was so... overwhelming,” he confessed, gripping the edge of the bench now like he was afraid he would fall off of it otherwise, “I've never felt anything like this before...”

Tetsuya smirked. Hyde's eyes were closed again, as if he was inwardly reliving the experience while he talked, the huskiness of his voice supporting the possibility. Wanting to tease the boy more, he leaned in towards Hyde's ear, so close their cheeks almost touched, and whispered in response.

“And this just the beginning of the things I'll show you, of the pleasures I'll teach you. You've only just dipped your toes into these waters now,” he almost hummed, “Can you imagine, if you liked this so much, how wonderful you shall feel once we go further?”

Tetsuya didn't know why it happened here, now, in this park, after nothing but an (admittedly amazing) kiss, but his own imagination was suddenly running wild. Hyde was so young, so innocent. Not even a man yet, just a child. And Tetsuya used to frown upon that, used to think of those grey-haired old men that so loved the flesh of young boys as nothing but perverts. Creeps. But now, after getting a small taste of it, he could understand it so much better. Having this young body and mind belong to him... his to corrupt, his to seduce, his to bring into the world of adults far before his time... It was an intoxicating thought. So intoxicating and tempting that his mind got flooded by images, by suggestions, by the possibilities of just pushing that petite body down on this very bench and spoiling its innocence right here and then...

But that was not going to happen. Tetsuya took a shuddering breath himself then, leaning back again and standing up suddenly, before extending a hand towards Hyde, offering to help him get up.

“Let's go now,” he whispered and, both of them a bit dazed but for different reasons, they left the park and went back into the thick of the city.