#dick fic

Playing any drinking game with Zero was a bad idea. Even with poor Manabu sitting with a full row of shots in front of him, Zero still seemed like the soberest one out of all of us. Meanwhile, Dick was losing. Badly.

He spoke with a bit of tongue-tied slur and a dopey smile. “I’ve run shout- out of things I’ve never done. Um…” With his eyes shut tight, he wracked his liquor-tinted brain until his hands shot up with a revelation. “Oh! I’ve never fucked my brother.”

I stopped the glass before it reached my lips. “You have a brother?”

He rambled a series of nonsense, trying to blow the question off in a nonchalant manner, I assumed. “No,” he finally answered.

He was lying.

“Then it’s not really a fair thing to say you’ve never done,” I said.

“Fine. I’ve never fucked a relative.”

As I took another shot, his triumphant laugh made me want to punch him to the floor, which I doubted he could have gotten up from. I was starting to worry he might spill a shot all over the carpet. If it had been anyone else’s room, I wouldn’t have cared, but I’d dragged everyone into mine for this game.

“Does it count if I’ve only been fucked by my brother?” Susumu asked. Zero dropped his face in his hands, and Manabu hadn’t looked up from a staring match with his shots in some time. I wasn’t sure Shep knew how the game worked because he would just sip from the glasses every now and then. Judging by the way it made him shudder, he was doing it to be polite.

Dick decided it did count for Susumu, so my brother knocked back a shot as well, followed by a quick drink of his chaser. Even the weak alcohol we were using was rough on him. Probably for the best that Manabu hadn’t gotten to drink anything. He was surely a lightweight.

“Your turn,” I told him when he didn’t look up from his shots.

“Oh!” His head jerked up, but surprise turned to resignation in an instant. “I’ve never- uh, what have I already said? I’ve never slept with an alien, I guess. I don’t know.”

After watching the rest of us drink, even Shep took a shot that round, though Susumu had to share his chaser with the poor guy.

We might as well have fucked the aliens in front of him for the look on Manabu’s face. “You all have?”

“They’re my favorite clients,” Dick giggled.

“I’ve had a couple,” Zero said. “Usually more polite than humans.”

“Yeah, how’s your guy?” I asked as I fell to lean against Susumu’s shoulder. He sent me to the floor with a quick shove.

“No touching,” he said. Even a few drinks weren’t enough to get him to talk about that damn client of his. My plan had gotten me nowhere. “It’s my turn, so never have I ever given a footjob.”

Dick and I whined like abused dogs as Zero knocked back a shot so quick I only saw him set the glass down and swallow.

“No fair, Susumu,” I said. “I always dealt with the foot fetishes so you wouldn’t have to.”

“Footjobs make my feet cramp,” Dick muttered before taking his shot.

“Foot...jobs?” Manabu echoed. “So like, they get off by having their feet touched?”

Zero took another shot without needing to while I tried my best not to burst into laughter like Dick, who was rolling on the floor. “It’s like a handjob but with your feet,” Susumu said.

Manabu didn’t respond beyond the confusion filling his face.

“Maybe we should have someone go over kinks with you in case you get a weird first client,” Susumu said.

Dick spoke between fits of giggles. “Someone would have to be crazy to touch that boy.”

With a sigh, Zero stood and walked over to Dick. “You’ve had enough,” Zero said. “Let’s get you some water.”

Dick’s protests stopped as soon as Zero scooped him up into a cradle. “You’re so strong!” he cooed. Even as Zero carried him out, we could hear Dick’s voice trailing off. “Zero, why don’t you ever sleep with me? I look like Wataru, don’t I? No! You can’t drop me! You have to be nice to me. I’m cute.”

“Uncle Dick is kind of weird,” Manabu said, though a smile curled at his lips.

Dick was weird, but hearing Dick called Uncle was weirder. The guy was younger than I was and sure acted like it. Of course, Wataru was almost twice as old as Dick. That kept them from looking too similar, but it was impossible to deny that they were brothers. Looked more similar than Susumu and I. But unfortunately for Manabu, he also looked much like his father, so it was apparent he and Dick were related.

“You ever worry some weirdo is going to ask for the two of you together?” I asked Manabu.

He must not have thought about it before. Eyes rolled up, he hummed in thought. “I don’t know that Uncle Phantom would let anyone do that. Besides, I think once the clients realized we were related like that, they wouldn’t be interested.”

“Oh, he’s so cute,” Susumu said.

I nodded. “He’s so innocent. I feel bad.”

“I’m not innocent!” Manabu spluttered with the cutest, most innocent blush I’d ever seen.

“We’ve had clients who didn’t even want us to touch them,” Susumu said. “Just wanted to watch.”

“Watch what?”

“Us have sex.”

“Th-they know you’re brothers, right?”

I had my hands over my mouth to hide my smile, but the trembling of my shoulders was giving my snickering away. “He’s too pure,” I murmured through my fingers. “We’re corrupting him.”

Susumu held things together better, though his hand undoubtedly hid a smile as well. “Better us than a client,” he said. “Manabu, it’s because we’re brothers. That was kind of our schtick until I became exclusive.”

Manabu’s wide eyes narrowed to a squint. “Clients are weird,” he said.

My laughter escaped then, enough to make my stomach ache. I could hardly speak around my gasps for air. “You don’t know the half of it! Tell you what, babe.” He didn’t look impressed by my wink. “Once you’re not a virgin, if you need anyone to teach you some of the weird stuff, just let me know. I’ll make sure to take things slow for you.”

“Stop,” was all Harlock had to say as he appeared in the doorway. He fit his given name well. I never heard him coming.

“We were just wrapping up,” I said. “Manabu didn’t know what a footjob was.”

Harlock looked inches away from shooting himself out an airlock, but he simply said, “You all should go to bed. Tomorrow’s a theme day, and I don’t need you all hungover for it.”

“Oh, I forgot we were having a theme day,” I said. “Good, I’ve been so bored! What’s the theme for this one, Captain? Cat ears? I want to do cat ears. Manabu would look cute in them. It’s a good idea, Captain. Come on!”

He blinked at me. “You’re drunk. And no, it’s just tuxes this time.”

“Boring!” I howled.

Harlock was probably on his best behavior after Zero almost killed him and several potential clients. For the last theme day we were scheduled to wear sailor uniforms, which Zero was fine with until Harlock handed him an old-fashioned schoolgirl outfit. After refusing to shave his legs, Zero sat sulking in the corner all night. He didn’t get any new clients out of it, but I sure did. I looked damn good in a skirt.

“Considering how many clients you lost, we may have more theme days in the future,” Harlock said. “We currently have some open days on the schedule for next month. If you can convince Zero, I’ll order some cat ears.”

“And tails!” I added, throwing my arms up. Shep was the only one smiling along with me, but he was always smiling.

Theme days were purely for attracting more clients, so the captain scheduled them on our occasional empty days. Dick and I usually competed to see who could get the most guys, but without Susumu hanging on my arm, I was at a disadvantage.

The next day, as the rest of us slipped into the fancy tuxes Harlock had ordered, Susumu got to wear the same white vest and black shirt as Kei, Daiba, and Tadashi.

“It’s been awhile since I wore pants,” Tadashi said, turning to look himself over as Zero tried to knot his bowtie. The kid had fiddled with it so much that he’d pulled it loose, but I couldn’t blame him. The bowties were a tad stuffy.

Harlock had gotten us all color-coordinated ones, as usual. Mine was orange, Zero’s was an eye-blinding shade of yellow, and Shep had one one in purple, pink, and yellow because, as Harlock put it, “It was cute, and I wanted to see him in it.” Couldn’t argue with him there. Shep was a mess of colors and adorable.

Manabu was also cute as anything with his little blue bowtie, though his hair remained its usual bird’s nest despite our attempt to tame it with combs and hairspray. Zero gave up after half an hour to focus on making sure Daiba and Tadashi looked presentable. Neither of them knew how to dress themselves.

“Stay still,” Zero sighed as Tadashi tried to look at his own back. Tadashi complied but was quick to pout. “Now, let’s go over this again. What do you need to say to any of the men who come in?”

“Absolutely nothing,” the kid grumbled.

“If they ask you anything?”

“Answer quickly and move on.”

“If they come onto you?”

“I’m not a sex worker. I’m fifteen,” he recited.

“Good. Susumu?” Zero called to where my brother was sitting on a couch.

He answered in such a rehearsed voice he could have been a robot. “I am not available right now, but I’d be happy to recommend someone else.”

“And if someone is making you uncomfortable?” Zero asked.

“Call for Kei,” they both answered.

“And if someone is touching you?”

“Yell for Daiba.”

Zero either smirked at how well he’d trained the boys or how neat he’d gotten Tadashi’s bowtie. “Very good,” he said. “Now don’t fiddle with your clothes, Tadashi. You look very nice.”

That got the kid all red-faced and beaming. Zero’s compliments had that sort of effect on everyone.

Once we complained enough to Harlock to get the A/C cranked up, we all sat around the foyer in the stuffy tuxes waiting for all the skeevy rich guys to arrive. Manabu grilled me and Dick for the best way to get clients.

“Just look cute and real available,” I said. “Be as slutty as possible.”

“Don’t do that,” Zero said.

“As long as they don’t know your last name, you’ll be fine,” Dick said. “You should play up that virgin thing. Be all innocent.”

Zero sighed. “Don’t do that either.”

Manabu rested his elbows on his knees, his chin in his palms. “Then what’s the best way to get clients, Mr. Zero?” he asked.

“Look unavailable. The clients who seek out your attention are either going to be assholes who are full of themselves or the types who will do anything for your approval. They’re easy to tell apart, and clients who want to please you are the best ones to have.”

“Yeah, but this is why you have like five clients,” I said.

“I’m old,” he grumbled. “That’s plenty for me.” We were only a few years apart.

Daiba piped in with his usual enthusiasm as he carried in a tray of full champagne flutes. “There are no good clients! They’re all disgusting.”

“Look!” Tadashi chirped as he hopped up to his brother’s side. The two looked pretty identical standing next to each other. “Mr. Zero fixed my outfit. He said I look nice.” The kid did a twirl on his heel. I was starting to think he just liked playing dress up.

“You do,” Daiba snapped, still all fired-up. “I have to go get the hours-do-overs!

Tadashi blinked. “The...the what?”

“Have we tried getting that kid some schooling?” Dick asked as Daiba stormed off.

“He can’t sit still long enough for any subject,” Zero sighed. “He’s getting better at reading though.”

If Daiba needed lessons in anything it was probably customer service. None of the men who steadily filed in wanted any of the hors d'oeuvres from the silver tray he carried. His glare was enough to run a man through.

A few of our old regulars stopped by to chat me up. They all tried to hide their disappointment when I assured them Susumu wasn’t available at the moment. When they mingled with Susumu as well, I kept an eye on him, but he brushed them off with a calm smile.

Shep wasn’t much for these sorts of showpieces, unable to chat clients up. Harlock had pulled out an old poker table for him this round, though, and Shep seemed to be having a good time, judging by the smile on his face as he let the potential clients win. Had it been a real game, he would have trashed them as easily as he did any of us, but you didn’t win any clients from animosity.

Dick, the damn snake, slipped around the room chatting up every man along the way. As soon as I shook my usual clients who had just come for the free drinks. I had a mind to do the same. I wouldn’t let him take all the good ones.

That idea lasted all of a second. A hand latched onto my arm, and I turned to see Harlock with his eye toward the door. I flicked my eyes to their corners in response. A young man stood just inside, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. Even from across the room, I could see him swallow his nerves. There were anxious clients all the time, but I knew the look in his eyes from somewhere else - the guys who were dragged to the brothel by friends or dared.

“Who put that poor bastard up to this?” I asked, stepping closer to Harlock so we could speak low. “He barely looks Manabu’s age. Cute though.”

Harlock pretended to fix my bowtie. “I saw some evidence your government might send someone to check on you. I believe he’s the one.”

That kid? A spy? There was no way. But Harlock was rarely wrong.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked.

“Depends. I don’t like for things to get messy.” His eye flicked up to catch mine. “So do you think you could seduce him?”

I flashed a grin. “No problem, Captain.”

“Be careful,” Harlock said as I slipped past him. “Your government isn’t above sending assassins when they want to quiet something.”

The guy still hadn’t moved from his spot when I popped up beside him. “You look like a first timer,” I said.

He took a step back, eyes wide. He had damn pretty eyes, deep brown like his feathery hair. His clothes fit him well enough to show how lean he was. Likely had good muscle. Could have been a good whore if he wanted to be.

“Oh, yes,” he said, forcing the tension from his shoulders. “I was curious after hearing about this event.”

“They’re usually more fun than this, but the boss decided to be all formal this round.” I offered him my hand with a wink. “I’m Mamoru, and you are?”

“Yama,” he said. He was polite enough to try shaking my hand, but I clamped my fingers around his and leaned down to brush my lips across his knuckles.

“Nice to meet you, Yama.” I wondered if that was his real name. I’d given him mine, so it was only fair.

“Ah, thanks.” He snatched his hand away, hiding it behind his back. I couldn’t have asked for an easier target.

“So what are you into, pretty boy? Or do you need a drink first?”

“Oh, no thanks.” His voice found an even pitch, and a smile graced his features. “I’m just…”

“Browsing?” I asked with a chuckle. “Well then let me be your shopping guide.”

He was a good enough sport to cross his arms and smirk. “Very well.”

“Little boy blue over there is our resident virgin.” I gestured to Manabu, who was trying his best to not be ignored. A few men would talk to him, but they never stayed long. Poor kid.

“A virgin at a brothel?” Yama asked.

“For now. He’s got quite the price tag.”

Yama hummed in thought before responding. “I feel like having a more experienced prostitute would be better.”

“Naturally.” With a snap, I pointed to Zero. “That’s our eldest whore, but he’s very picky about clients. I can put in a good word if you’d like.”

“He’s certainly attractive,” Yama said. “But I don’t know that I could pass whatever requirements he has.”

Oh, certainly not. Zero would never take a client so young.

“If you’re looking for someone with zero standards, there’s your guy.” I waved a hand toward Dick, surrounded by enthralled men like a siren in the sea. “He’s the one you’ll want if you have more unique tastes.”

“I see,” was all Yama had to say.

“And of course there’s our resident alien. He gets the most clients.”

“He’s cute. I like his bowtie.” Yama’s eyes swept the room one more time before turning to me. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“You haven’t talked yourself up yet. Not much of a salesman.”

He’d certainly found his stride in his act. I’d met some of our spies before, and Harlock was right - of course Harlock was right. Yama was a spy. I could see it in those pretty brown eyes. Everything about his expression, voice, and stance was a lie, a mask.

I was determined to take it off.

“Well, I’m the Jack of all trades,” I said, turning to him with a bow.

“Master of none?” he shot back.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell by his smile he was charmed - a crack in his mask. “You should work on your sales pitch.”

“Okay, but you have to admit I’m the most attractive whore here.”

A flicker of fire appeared in his eyes. “I suppose.”

His mask fell away as easily as his clothes after that. And damn did he look good with everything off. “On your knees, pretty boy,” he panted, his lips painted from our bruising kiss. The shower steam blanketed the glass doors in a fog as the water rolled down that gorgeous, scarred skin of his.

“I thought you were the pretty boy,” I said as I followed orders.

“You were the one bragging. Aren’t you going to show me what you can do?” He threaded his fingers through my soaked hair, tugging me toward him. Like I’d ever let him have it so easily.

Instead, I grabbed his hips and trailed my tongue along the scar running across his hipbone on his left side. His hand tightened in my hair, and his hips jerked. I must have done something right.

“Why are you in such a rush?” I asked.

“Just want to shut you up,” he said. “You talk too damn much.”

“Well I am good with my mouth.” Taking his cock in my hand, I ran the flat of my tongue up the side to the tune of an appreciative hiss.

“Don’t slip,” I said. “Very dangerous in a shower.”

“Oh, shut up,” he groaned.

For all his talk, he didn’t pull my hair like someone who wanted control. He let me play with him a bit more, let me lick and suck as I pleased until his whimpers became desperate and the hot water began to tinge his skin pink. It was a good thing he was so sensitive because I wasn’t all that great at deepthroating.

Jack of all trades and all that.

“Mamoru-” He bit his lip to stop himself, but the weak thrust of his hips and the trembling of his legs said it all as I circled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

“Don’t worry,” I purred. “I won’t let you fall.”

Naturally, the easiest way to prevent that was to pick him up. I gripped his thighs tight enough to bruise, but I wanted the government to know what I’d done with their pretty little spy. Rather than protest, his arms locked around my neck without needing prompting.

“Please,” he panted. “Inside me… I want…”

“Of course, pretty boy,” I breathed against his ear as I pressed his back to the glass wall of the shower and pushed into him. The inside of his tight ass was hotter than the scalding shower water.

Every thrust chipped away at what little self control he had left, until his ankles were locked around me as well, and he was talking as dirty as any of us.

“I-I want all of you inside me,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my back. “Fill me up. M-make me your bitch, pretty boy.” Now I understood why clients like to hear nonsense like that. It made me want to fuck him harder just to hear how far he’d go, just to see his eyes roll back and that lustful smile spread across his face.

It was the first time in awhile I lost myself to a client, just let myself go. I thrust into him with the reckless abandon that said he was mine.

“Say it again,” I begged him as I neared the edge. “Say you’re my bitch.”

He was so flushed and starry-eyed that he would have said anything for me. “I’m your bitch,” he whimpered. “Oh God, I’m your bitch, pretty boy.”

I had to press myself against him to keep upright as I came, my entire body trembling. He came whimpering my name as soon as I wrapped my hand around his cock.

“Oh, you’re good,” I panted as we both settled down from the buzzing high of orgasm. “I might have to keep you.”

He was so spent that the sweet, sleepy hums were all I could get out of him until I carried him to my bed wrapped in one of my robes. He fell asleep within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. Harlock didn’t care much for clients spending the night because then we had to feed them breakfast, but I wouldn’t complain about getting to spoon a pretty spy for the night.

He was almost definitely overheated. His skin felt like a furnace, and I reveled in it. Dick may have gotten more guys, but I won.

Even Yama shooting up in bed the next morning with a gasp of, “Oh my God, Ezra’s going to kill me,” couldn’t dampen my spirits. Could have done without him getting up so early though.

“Shh,” I breathed, pawing for his arm. “Come back to sleep.”

But he rolled out of bed. “I’ve got to go. He’s going to kill me. Oh my God.”

“Okay, well, you come back and see me, pretty boy,” I mumbled.