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     “There isn’t going to be a NEXT TIME… The only other way you are going to be returning there is to DIE slowly.” He huffs, arms crossing over his chest, “And when I say it’s not to be mentioned it still means not even to me.”

     “… I recall saying that was not to be MENTIONED.” Nor is he going to mention Atum keeps looking around for the human that had come to visit and play with her, “A one-time thing as well.”

He carried him backstage and grabbed one of the towels to toss over Ryou’s body while he carried him out of the guest house and back to the mansion. “I know. You didn’t take your eyes off me any chance you could get.” He hummed. “You should pay more attention to the crowd… it certainly looked like you enjoy being watched by people.” He smirked.

“I did...” Ryou blushed, hiding his face in Silas’s shoulder, though he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Ryou was so tired he almost fell asleep as Silas carried him around the mansion. It was until he was set down that he realized he’d been taken back to the penthouse and into the bathroom. Now that he was here, he realized he was quite sticky all over, and he couldn’t wait to get cleaned.

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The man was dressed sharply and well into his forties- Ryou figured it could be worse. He let him pull him onto his lap, let him kiss his neck, his chest- all the while aware that Silas was there, watching them. Being watched wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d be into, but just the idea had him already panting and clutching the man’s arms.

Everything happened in a sort of blur, his body being assaulted with all sorts of new sensations- and yet, all he could think of was Silas. He indulged himself, figuring his act would be more genuine that way.

Eventually, he’d been turned to face the crowd, his back to the man’s chest as he fucked him relentlessly. He was then too far gone to care about all the eyes watching him become undone, moaning and shivering as he was given no respite; he begged for more.

There was only one person he cared for, and it was as he locked eyes with Silas that he reached his peak for the first time that night.

   ‘Living on your own can’t be easy.’ How ironic. Ryou nearly gave a humourless laugh at the idea that it wasn’t almost all he’d ever known.

Though, when Malik mentioned feeding, those negative thoughts were immediately tossed out the window. ‘I’ll be the only one to feed from you’ God, it yet again reminded him of those trashy novels and his cheeks were alight all over again.

“Now?” Well… Ryou couldn’t see why not. A show of good faith, perhaps some would say. Or getting it over with so he wouldn’t stay up all night wondering what it’ll be like. “Alright…”

Malik nodded, then stood up. “Don’t worry,” he said, smiling down at Ryou, amused. “It won’t hurt.”

He was half straddling Ryou’s lap then, one knee on the couch beside him as he leaned forward. He had one hand on the back of the seat and used his free hand to gently brush Ryou’s hair away from his neck. “Tilt your head for me,” he muttered, though he still tilted Ryou’s chin up as he said it.

He spoke to them, his usual commanding tone warmed slightly for a more charismatic appeal. When he was finished, he looked back to Ryou for him to step forward.

“Let’s start the bidding at 3000.”

Within an instant the crowd was clambering over itself as each man tried to outbid the others.

Ryou had stepped forward, finally getting the chance to look at the crowd. He did his best to look coy, though he couldn’t help but be surprised at how quickly the price rose.

“Perhaps it’s to whom you’re hanging around.”

Silas nodded, then grabbed his chin tightly. He wanted to give him further incentive. “I’ll be watching the whole time… I can’t wait to see them ravage you.” He moved to nip at his ear before stepping back entirely.

“Follow me. Head down, arms behind your back. When I finish addressing the crowd, step forward so they can look at you better.”

Ryou feelt his cheeks grow hot, sure the redness wasn’t gonna go anytime soon. “Alright.”