Hey guys!

A few things first: this is set in America. Sorry if that bothers you. Akashi is from a rich, up to no good underground market kind of family. Furi is a boy who ended up having to sell himself into prostitution. Akashi is gay, Furi is (decidedly) straight. Future chapters will be more violent than this. I'm interpreting Akashi's two personalities w/ a little bit of liberty, to make it better fit a person who'd be diagnosed with Dissociative Personality Disorder.

Enjoy!

Kouki felt sick in the most terrible of ways.

The kind of sick feeling that starts in your head and works its way into your stomach, leaving you aching and paranoid. The kind of sick feeling that grasps your shoulders and leaves you shaking. It was both mental and physical- his thoughts felt worried, rushed and disgusted while his body reacted to the silence around him with panicked symptoms of anticipation.

But all he could do at that point was sit and wait- the pulse of his heart echoing in his head while his stomach sank lower and lower inside of him. Kouki sighed and curled himself against his knees, the back wall of the secluded, nearly empty room he was occupying cold against him. He himself had already made the choice and accepted his current situation as his fate- however, that couldn't stop his body from reacting against him. No matter what he repeated in his mind, he was still afraid. And that was perhaps the most disgusting part for him to deal with.

Kouki rested his chin against his knees, surveying the room. A humble looking toilet and tub were against the far wall, nearly on top of each other and out in the open, unashamed and made of worn porcelain. Beside him was a basic, small bed- low to the floor and adorned with a seemingly clean blue throw blanket. No pillow. The rest of the room was stark and blank- creamy stained walls and grey stone floor. The door leading out of the room was large and metal- it loomed over the rest of the room with an odd sort of authority. There was no handle on his side. A small, sliver of a window rested high against the wall opposite of the door, and the light that streamed through illuminated it before him.

Understandably, most people would be displeased with a room of this nature. Prison-like and confining- but in Kouki's experience it was actually one of the nicer places he'd ever occupied. In his early childhood things had been decent for him and his mother- though the pressures of being a single parent were undoubtedly hard on her. It wasn't until her addictions started to develop that their situation became much worse. As much as Kouki hated to admit it, their story wasn't that unique- it happened in predictable stages. A slow decent into poverty, fueled by drugs, alcohol and debt. By the time he was twelve, his mother was a walking corpse- skinny and tired, with sunken eyes and a depressive smile on her face.

She would come into whatever abandoned building or shack they were occupying in the early hours of the morning and curl up beside him, petting her hair and promising some new future. Kouki tried desperately to earn money but it would all be squandered by his mother or stolen by the local thugs. And by the time Kouki was about to turn sixteen, they had accrued so much debt from the wrong types of people that skipping town seemed the only viable option.

If Kouki was going to be honest with himself, he had had some sort of hopeful outlook on their relocation. A little part of him dared to dream about really finding a good start or foot hold in a new town- and maybe, just maybe, returning to a better life. Things don't really happen that way for mediocre people stuck in horrible situations, however.

They were barely away from having saved enough money to hop a train when it happened. Kouki and his mother had been huddling up in tent on the outskirts of town, but it hadn't been enough to keep the people looking for them away. They came for them in the daylight- not even ashamed enough to assault them in the dark. No debate, no questions. They shot down his mother and pointed a gun against his head.

Kouki had imagined such a moment several times, but he never suspected that he would be as frightened as he was. For years death had seemed like a somewhat comforting resolution- in fact, previous to the incident Kouki would have insisted he wasn't the least bit afraid of dying. There had been times where he'd though the only reason he hadn't killed himself was for his mother's sake.

And even when he looked down and stared at her dead body- her face drooped and streaked with blood- there had been something beautifully peaceful about her presence.

However, the body does not always react how we expect it to and neither did Kouki's. He was terrified- he didn't want to die. Even with all his previous thoughts when it came down to it, he found himself desperate to survive.

And so when the men pointing guns at him paused and offered him an alternate solution- Kouki nodded and cried- relieved and disgusted all at once.

So there he was presently- working off his debt in some twisted sort of whore house, and sure that he would one day regret not just dying there in the woods next to his mother.

"I've got someone for you, Mr. Akashi, just you wait!" Mr. Takeuchi whispered into the shorter man's ear, wrapping one hand around his shoulder in an over friendly way and using his other hand to scratch his stomach through his distastefully colored button up. Seijuro Akashi shrugged him off, sighing.

"I've just come for the collection, as always Takeuchi."

Mr. Takeuchi scooted behind the counter of his shady looking business, busying himself with opening various drawers and pulling out wads of cash. "Really, though, Mr. Akashi- I'm not kidding. Just let me show you some pictures, I promise you won't be disappointed."

Seijuro's eyes fixated on the other man's, his expression seemingly bored and yet intense. "I told you a long time ago that I'm not interested in your whores. Hurry up so I can get out of this filthy place."

The man only smiled in response to him- which was unusual given their typical interactions. This was a conversation they'd had several times before but after a flat out rejection Takeuchi hardly ever pushed the subject- most likely out of fear. Angering anyone in the Akashi family wasn't exactly good business practice in their area, after all.

But today Takeuchi just leaned forward over the counter, whistling softly. He pushed a stack of cash forward- along with a few pictures laid delicately on top. Seijuro glanced down at them and narrowed his eyes for a moment before picking the pictures up and examining them closer.

Seijuro had seen pictures of the dirty looking girls Takeuchi normally produced- all of which he had no interest in. However, this was an interesting development. He had obviously underestimated Takeuchi's intuitions. He chuckled, thinking of the sign posted outside the establishment.

"Come in! I know just what you want!"

Indeed, Takeuchi had gotten one giant step closer to knowing what Seijuro wanted. He smiled, examining the picture closer, ignoring the sloppy, satisfied grin on Takeuchi's face.

The picture was of a boy, stripped naked and standing awkwardly against a dark wall, his face looking straight ahead but with no purpose. He had large eyes with small irises, and mousey brown hair that had obviously been left untamed for a long time. His body held natural muscle, but was obviously underfed and overworked. The way he stood with his fingers clenched and held at an uncomfortable angle gave away his fear. Seijuro swallowed, taking it in.

The other pictures showed him off in various positions- the point where the boy became too overwhelmingly embarrassed and started to desperately hide his face from the camera was apparent- and cute.

Takeuchi had moved from the counter and brought his mouth close to the shorter man's ear once more. In a hushed voice he said, "His face is pretty average, but he's very young and…untouched, as of the moment. I don't get too many customers of that…preference…however, I thought of you first thing. I can see my assumptions were all correct, yes Mr. Akashi?"

Seijuro stacked the pictures together and placed them on the counter face down. Rather than indulge the man by answering him, he simply started counting the money to make sure it was the correct amount and asked under his breath:

"How much?"

Kouki had just fallen into a light sleep, still huddled on the floor, when the sound of his door squeaking open woke him. He blinked lazily before the realization hit him and his body tensed and he pressed against the wall desperately, watching as the door seemed to open in slow motion.

A man walked in, quietly and with a blank face. He didn't look at Kouki, simply shut the door behind him and started to take off his large coat. His age was hard to decide- while his face and relatively shorter height indicated that he may not be much older than Kouki, his face was assured and had a mature look about it. He was also dressed extremely well- obviously in a name brand suit that had been tailored to his body.

His hair was a vibrant orange-red, and was well kept. Finally, he glanced over at Kouki, looking at him full in the face.

Kouki almost squeaked, quickly looking away and struggling to breathe steadily.

In a way he felt relieved- he hadn't imagined that any of his future 'customers' would look anything like the one standing before him. It was still another man, which made his stomach sink, but at least it wasn't a really old man or someone who looked violent. Perhaps he had run into a bit of luck.

Kouki chuckled almost silently at his own thought. Not that I could really ever get lucky at this point.

The laugh didn't go unnoticed to Seijuro, who was still staring at the other boy and slowly unbuttoning his vest and dress shirt.

"This is your first time?"

The sudden sound of the man's voice startled Kouki- but in a way relieved the growing tension. He slowly began to stand up, his legs a bit shaky but the wall behind him ground him a bit. "Y-yes."

"Have you ever slept with a woman?"

"….n-um, no."

The man finished pulling off his shirt but left his pants and belt alone. His chest was well toned and pale, and he walked over the tub casually, turning it on and filling the room with the sound of running water. Kouki found that as a relief for some reason.

"Don't worry, I'll make it very easy for you," Seijuro said, his voice barely louder than the water. His expression was distanced- but pleasant- and his tone almost soft. "First I'm going to scrub you clean- I'll take my time. I look forward to touching you. Once I've finished cleaning you properly, we'll move to the bed. There I'll prepare and then fuck you."

Seijuro glanced over, still as calm as ever, to read the brown-haired boy's reaction.

By this point, Kouki could do little else but nod and twitch his mouth nervously, his entire body racked with a peculiar kind of fear.

Brushing a hand slowly through red hair, Seijuro smiled. "You're still scared, but that's okay. I kind of like that. Just remember to relax and try to enjoy yourself. If something hurts too much, just say 'Seijuro' and I'll slow down. Now go ahead and get undressed and sit in the water."

Kouki obeyed, though slowly. Once he'd managed to strip off his t-shirt and sweat pants, he hurried to the tub, eager hide himself. The water was scalding hot, and burnt his skin with an icy bite. He gasped and clutched onto his knees, bracing the pain. The other man knelt beside the tub and dipped his hands into the water, seemingly not fazed by the temperature. The hands made their way to his shoulders and pushed gently, turning Kouki so that he was facing him. Forced to look at the other man in the face once more, Kouki swallowed and muttered, "Is Seijuro your name?"

"Yes. What's yours?"

His hands reached for the lone bar of soap by the faucet handle and placed it gently against Kouki's shoulder, moving it down his arm and rubbing the residue in with the other hand.

"K-kouki."

Seijuro breathed out softly and flashed another brief smile. "When you've made me feel very good, I'll say 'Kouki' so you know that I like it. Deal?"

There was a long pause while Seijuro busied himself lathering the soap and massaging it into Kouki's hand before he responded shyly: "Deal."

The bathing continued, down both his arms and then over both his legs. Seijuro was careful to leave the sensitive areas for last- and by the time he was ready, Kouki had relaxed to a great amount- hopelessly enjoying the comfort of being bathed so slowly.

His heart started to pulse wildly again, however, when the red haired man moved his soap covered hands to his chest and circled them around his nipples tenderly. The fingers slid and pressed in circles, before actually flicking out the now hard stubs beneath them. Something sharp seemed to sink down into Kouki's stomach, and he felt his throat go dry from the sensation.

Seijuro continued in a sure way, pressing his hands up and down the boy's chest, never failing to brush over Kouki's now very sensitive nipples every time they went past. When they slid down ever further, past the indent of his navel and to the dangerously soft skin right above his penis, Kouki slid back in shock.

"Relax."

The hands refused to stop, and trickled around the area slowly before one reached down to couple his balls and the other flicked lightly at the end of his member, rubbing gently right above the slit.

"A-ahh!"

Kouki closed his eyes, embarrassed, tilting his head back and Seijuro watched him intently, hands ever working around his privates underneath the warm water. Once the boy was shaking and gripping the back of the tub, fully aroused, Seijuro moved to grab the soap.

He rubbed the bar up and down his length, following it with the light swirl of his fingers against the skin ensuring the soap was rubbed in. Kouki rocked against the motion, clenching his mouth shut for fear of the noises he might make. He'd never had anyone else touch him in such an area- it felt good. He leaned his head back and thought of what he'd been told.

Relax and try to enjoy yourself.

Kouki tried to clear his head of Seijuro's image and imagine a pretty woman touching him. It was a nice image for him, and he quickly lost his guard as Seijuro wrapped a firm hand around his cock and begin to jerk him slowly.

"Ah! Ah—ah!"

Seijuro frowned, looking at Kouki's closed eyes, and slowly stood up off his knees so he could fully lean over the tub, bringing their faces close together and allowing more reach for his hands and Kouki's thighs naturally separated from his pleaure.

"Don't go thinking of someone else, please" he whispered against the boy's mouth before simultaneously kissing him and slipping his unoccupied hand down to his opening with the soap bar.

Feeling the pressure from the soap against his ass hole, Kouki lurched forward and opened his eyes wide, but that only served to deepen their kiss.

"This is the last part I need to clean so please stay still," Seijuro finally whispered, separating their mouths slightly. He continued to pump continuously with one hand while the other abandoned the soap and started to circle fingers around the pink folded skin. One finger wiggled its way inside, slowly opening him up.

Kouki gasped at the force and the way his muscles contracted against it. He wiggled and moved his hands to push against Seijuro's chest, but the man continued, whispering repeatedly, "Stay still. Stay still."

The finger made its way further inside and curved around, impatient to explore. Kouki forced himself to still as another finger forced its way inside and then spread within him, causing a strange, uncomfortable stretch of his muscles.

"W-ah!"

"You make some cute noises," Seijuro whispered against his ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue lightly. He could tell from the boy's body language that he was close to losing his load from the hand job, so he stopped and in a jerking movement removed his fingers. Kouki opened his eyes wide, surprised by the sudden movement.

Akashi stood full and stepped back, wiping the water from his hands onto his pants. "I'm ready now. Please stand up, dry off and bit and lay on your stomach on the bed."

Kouki hesitated, but eventually stood up and stepped out of the tub, his cock flinging about in an embarrassing fashion, and his need for release painful. There wasn't a towel so he grabbed his shirt and wiped the water off himself slowly.

Seijuro had moved to the other side of the room and was undressing his bottom half now, calm as ever. It was then Kouki noticed the large erection apparent in his dress pants, but he quickly looked away, his stomach sinking.

Kouki took a deep breath, the feeling of dread within him growing rapidly as he shuffled over to the bed and lay down on his stomach, burrowing his face into the mattress and wrapping fingers in the blanket around his face.

I'll just close my eyes and pretend I'm somewhere else.

Seijuro sighed, taking in the sight of Kouki's still mostly wet body waiting for him on the bed. Pulling off his boxers and pants the rest of the way, he wasted no time climbing behind the boy and placing himself between the long, skinny legs.

His hands rested on the boys ass and squeezed, thoroughly pleased with the way the firm skin felt in his hands. Kouki hardly moved, only tightened his grasp on the blanket.

"Lift your ass just a bit…there, good."

This time, Seijuro bent his hand in the curve of Kouki's backside and started with all three fingers forcing their way inside of the boy, and then curving downward to press against the sensitive skin.

The pain was like a sharp ache, and Kouki gasped into the bed, his mouth opening wide. As the fingers continued their rubbing, he could feel his arousal peeking once more and grimaced- embarrassed to be getting off from some man's fingers up his ass.

Relax. Enjoy myself. Relax. Enjoy myself.

Seijuro quickened the pace as the muscles around his fingers finally began to relax. He smiled and said in a quiet voice, "Thank you for taking my advice. Keep trying to relax and even the next part will be fine."

Kouki could only full body shiver in response, refusing to move his head from its buried position. Even as he felt the fingers removed from him, and heard Seijuro repositioning himself, he just laid there and braced himself.

The red haired man placed his hands, now sweaty and slick from touching Kouki, and grabbed onto his hips, lifting them up to an even better position. He grunted as his cock pushed against the warm hole and relentlessly spread the skin around it until the entire head of his cock was inside.

"Ah!" Kouki gasped, finally lifting his head and arching his back, his erection perking against his will.

Seijuro smiled behind him and pushed further inside, the warmth of Kouki's ass wrapping around and squeezing into him, hot and wet and pulsing. The noise the boy made in response only fueled Seijuro further, and he continued to press inside him, sighing as he finally filled him completely.

"A—ckah!"

He reached his hands down to press into Kouki's back, bracing himself as he began to move, pulling outwards and relishing the way the Kouki's muscles fought back to him.

Kouki lost himself- tears forming quickly in his eyes and his hands shaking violently. He felt like his insides were going to be pulled out along with Seijuro's cock, like he was being sucked from the inside. Then he was suddenly rammed into again, the pain buckling in his stomach and causing him to groan into the mattress.

"Wa-wait!"

"Hm?" Seijuro sighed, rearing back to pound in again, his hands still pressed firmly between Kouki's thin shoulder blades. He quickened the pace even further, eager to fuck the boy as hard as he could but restraining himself. "You know what to say if it's too much, right?"

Kouki wanted to scream- but for some reason couldn't bring himself to say the other man's name. It was too intimate- he couldn't even imagine what it would sound like coming out of him while his ass was being used like that- probably pathetic.

He couldn't do it.

He couldn't do it, so he just laid there and cried against the mattress, taking the pain in stride as Seijuro went faster and faster and faster. He felt like he would pound so hard into him that his ass would just split in two and break apart. His knuckles went white and he slide forward, his head starting to hit the wall as his was driven into over and over.

"G-ahh! Haa…ah!"

Seijuro could tell he was going too fast too soon- but at the same time desperately hoped Kouki wouldn't ask him to slow down. It felt amazing within him, and the sight of his ass shaking with thrust and his fingers clenching the mattress so helplessly was enough to send him over the edge. When he moved one hand to wrap around Kouki's cock and finish him, he was shocked at how close the boy was. He'd grown even harder since the last time he'd touched him there, and it was pulsing and wet with precum.

Kouki lurched, crying louder and his cock was handled simultaneously to his ass being filled and exited over and over. Pleasure swirled and rose quickly, hot and bright in his stomach until he popped over the edge and spilled himself into Seijuro's hand.

The heat and liquid texture of Kouki's cum excited Seijuro and he quickened to what was most likely his top speed, fucking the boy as quick and hard as he could, grunted uncomtrallably with each jerk until his own climax erupted, shooting inside Kouki deep and hot.

By the time Seijuro had cum, Kouki had mostly lost himself- slipping in and out of consciousness until he was left in a half-hazed state. He didn't even feel Seijuro pull out, or notice the cum slipping from him and pooling underneath him on the bed.

Seijuro left him there on the bed, and hastened to redress. "They don't feed you enough for this kind of work. I'll talk to Takeuchi for you."

Kouki didn't respond, though he had somewhat processed the words. Seijuro, now fully redressed, walked over to the head of the bed and forced Kouki's head up with his hands. Kouki blushed and looked ashamed, his cheeks still wet with tears. They met lips softly, but for a long time before Seijuro pulled away from him and turned to knock on the door.

"I'll talk to him about a few things, actually."

I hope you enjoyed it!

The future chapters will have less set up and more sex. And it's going to get progressively more violent once Akashi's second personality comes into play. Heh. I'm excited.

Thanks for reading!