Insatiable

“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.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He said with a smile as he let go of Silas.

“I’ll keep that in mind if I ever have you in another show.” He set him down on the lid of the toilet to sit while he filled the tub up with hot water.

Ryou was brought back from his daze as he was picked up, wrapping his arms around Silas’s neck with a smile. “Not at all, I rather like your arms around me…” he said, his inhibitions still quite unchecked from the previous activities. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you…”

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.

It went on for several minutes, the pressure growing as the numbers did, but after a drawn out outbidding session, there was finally a winner; for a sum that Ryou never imagined he’d ever see in his life. He wanted to glance at Silas, but did his best to smile as the winner was declared instead.

Silas contained his grin as the man stepped up to the stage to pay Silas and turn to his prize. Silas made a motion to someone off in the distance and other workers began to enter the room to entertain the remaining guests.

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

He followed Silas out and into the stage that had been prepared, still thinking on his words as he stepped behind him. He did as he was told, and waited for Silas to finish- grateful that keeping his head down gave him a chance to overcome his nerves.

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.”

Ryou looked up, having been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized when Silas came in, until he spoke. “Yes,” he smiled at him, standing up. He was used to being naked around Silas now, but he was about to enter a room with several men he didn’t know. Still, he’d been preparing for it, his resolve strong “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

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.

The next couple of weeks were spent in a similar fashion, with Silas training Ryou and Ryou spending his time exploring the mansion and meeting some of the other workers. Their sessions were spent with them limiting contact with each other as much as possible, since that was Ryou’s selling point.

It only served to make Ryou feel frustrated, however. Each moment he spent in that room in Silas’s penthouse only made him want Silas more, made him want to know what else he had in store for him. The training sessions weren’t the only perk, however… he enjoyed Silas’s company, and he made him feel appreciated. He soon realized that this was the happiest he’d felt in a long time.

If anyone asked him, the day of the auction couldn’t come sooner. Finally  Silas deemed him ready, and all the arrangements were made to proceed. Ryou waited in his room for Silas to call him in- he was nervous- even though Silas had prepared him for it- it was still going to be his first time. The knowledge that all his time would be dedicated to his boss from then on was the only thing that made him feel less unsure.

Silas used every second to drive Ryou mad with want. It was both a control thing, getting Ryou to associate pleasure with Silas, and building him up to be an absolute slut for the auction. The needier he was, the louder he’d be, the more they’d make.

He slipped into the backstage room where he’d left Ryou, drinking in his naked form again. He never got tired of it... and soon it’d be his to mark and control and that’s all he could ask for.

This took Ryou by surprise. He’d already been preparing himself mentally for what would be his job next, but… he couldn’t say that the proposition was unwanted. He thought about what I would entail, feeling his cheeks heat up. It probably meant he was to share Silas’s bed- he’d probably train him and mold him into his perfect sex doll; but more surprising yet, Ryou didn’t mind that idea. He liked Silas…

“Alright…” Ryou acquiesced, returning the embrace. He’d been alone for so long it was hard not to melt right into Silas’s arms. “I’d like that.”

“Hm.”  Gold tapped his finger to his lips.  Someone like him, have a mentor?  It didn’t sink in that well at first– the idea of being underneath someone usually never sat too well with him.  But, he had to admit, it would be useful to have someone to teach him things in this industry.  Especially one as powerful as Silas.

“Y’know what?  Sure.  Mentor me– allow me to absorb all your knowledge.”

“I’d be honored to.” He smiled.

That would prove itself to be… difficult to Gold, seeing as he was more often than not the type to start an argument or fly off the handle.  But, if that’s what it took for people to respect him…

“Got it.  I– appreciate it.  Really.”

“I’m going to be honest. I like you a lot. I was very similar to you when I was younger.” He wanted to sew the seed that Gold could be just like Silas if he played his cards right.

He lifted his head to look at Silas.  “No– I… I haven’t.”  Silas seemed to have everyone under his thumb.  He usually didn’t need to utter more than a word before people were rushing around and doing his bidding.  To have influence like that…

Gold nodded.  “Teach me.”

Perfect.

“I’ll give you the most relevant piece for now, since it’s clearly been a long night.” He moved to stand again. 

Gold shook his head, pursing his lips, thinking things over.  “No, you’re…”  Maybe he was right.  Maybe Godling was right too– maybe Thief was abusive, and it wasn’t him just being a shitty boyfriend.

“I think you’re right.”  He said quietly, looking to the floor.  “–He always pulled shit like that, like interrogating me all the damn time.”

“Letting people question you like that... sounds like you have yet to figure yourself out.” Silas turned to face him more.