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Where do we Draw the Lines?	By : AxelAsh Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The car ride was...awkward. Very much so.

Aoba and Mink both sat in the back of a very expensive car. Aoba had never even seen a stretch limo hummer before, let alone ridden in one.

Aoba had all these questions swirling in his mind.

He continued sneaking glances at the man sitting next to him as he lit his pipe, pressing it between his lips and in taking. Letting out a puff of smoke from his lips.

Mink eventually noticed the glances then chuckled.

“Do you want some?” he asked, offering the pipe to Aoba who quickly shook his head, blushing.

Now that the silence had been broken...maybe he could ask.

“Can I ask you a question.”

“You just did.”

'Crap...' Aoba thought to himself, biting his lower lip.

He noticed, as he did that, Mink had stiffened up just a bit when Aoba bit his lower lip. But it was almost gone before he had even acknowledged it.

Mink sighed, eyes slipping shut.

“You're going to ask me anyway, so go ahead.”

“W-Why did you buy me?”

“You already asked me that back at the slave trade.”

“But you didn't answer.”

“Are you REALLY that dense?” Mink asked him, looking a little more annoyed now.

Aoba looked away from him at the floor. “I...I guess I am.”

Mink chuckled from the back of his throat, it was a deep, thunderous chuckle that pulled at Aoba a bit and made his skin rise.

Before long, Aoba was gripped around the waist and tugged onto Mink's left knee, being forced to straddle it. Aoba yelped a little, cheeks burning bright red. His hands resting on those shoulders again.

“I bought you because of your sacrifice.”

Aoba's eyes went wide.

“Y...You mean with Sei?”

“Yes.” Mink's free hand rested on Aoba right hip now,stroking his thumb over the skin.

“You're scrawny.”

“Finish the damn reason please!” Aoba shouted before Mink snorted, taking a drag of his pipe again, blowing it right in Aoba face with little to no concern if Aoba liked it or not.

“Most people who go into those places are never the same. They lose their kindness, their generosity, their innocence. When you did that for your brother...I was shocked, but a little impressed by it. You didn't deserve to be left in that hole to die.”

Aoba waved the remaining smoke out of his face but was actually touched by what Mink said. Which also brought another question.

“Does that...mean you're letting me go?”

“Absolutely not.”

'Damn.'

“I DID still spend a decent amount of money on you. And I do have expectations set in place for you as well.”

“Like...Like what?” Aoba asked him, hands shaking as he held onto those shoulders still.

Mink's hand that had been on Aoba's hip drifted farther till he gave his ass a slight squeeze, making Aoba jump and his face turn red.

“I...I see what you mean...”

“Glad to see you have some brains.”

Aoba looked away, biting his lip harder.

“Stop.” Mink demanded, his hand reaching up to that chin. His thumb moving into the boys mouth to pull his teeth away from that lip. As soon as he had let go, Mink's own teeth had replaced them.

“If anyone will be biting your lip, it will be me.” he whispered, letting his warm breath dance against Aoba's skin.

“But I'm not touching you like that till you get a bath. You REEK.” he suddenly blurted out, shoving Aoba off his knee and onto the floor of the car.

Aoba winced, rubbing his lower back now.

“I don't have anything that fits you at the moment, but tomorrow I'll take you to get some.”

Aoba looked up at him now, just resting on his knee's. “T-Thank you...” he whispered.

Aoba took the time to really understand his current appearance versus Mink's.

Mink was completely polished and well tailored, while he himself was dirty, shabby looking and gross. The clothing he was was simply a white night gown that came down to his knee's. It was dirty and disgusting from how long he had been in that place.

His stomach growled angrily at him, much to his embarrassment.

At this moment, Mink handed him a bowl. “Here.”

He looked down at the bowl with a surprised smile.

“Peaches...”

“I read your file. It says you like them.”

Aoba nodded his head before taking and biting into the sweet fruit.

And he couldn't help but smile as he bit into one. That first bite turned quickly into a rapid succession. The sweetness reminded him of times when he and Sei were happy. Their family, that small cottage on the lake next to the orchard.

He hadn't even realized he was crying till he felt a hand, brush their knuckles against his face.

“What's wrong?”

Aoba quickly swallowed down the remaining peach he had to eat before looking up at Mink. “I...I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. Dinner should be ready by the time you've finished bathing. But this should tie you over. “

The car stopped finally, and Mink moved to step out into the crisp, autumn air of night. Aoba wiped his face clean before moving to help Aoba out of the car himself. His body shook from the chill and he felt Mink drape his arm over his shoulders, helping him walk to the inside of his home. This was when he took time to take it in.

It was a large, stone mansion, but in reality it looked like a castle. A large fountain in the center of the round about drive way.

As they entered the place, Aoba was suddenly met with a large amount of staff members.

“Welcome home, Sir.”

'It's like I walked into a shoujo manga...” Aoba thought to himself before he was being tugged up to the stairs. “Bring our dinner to my room tonight.”

“Y-Your room?” Aoba whispered.

Mink looked down at him. “They mentioned you were a runner. I'm not taking my chances by giving you your own room. You'll have to earn that privilege.”

Aoba looked away from him, cheeks turning red.

They soon entered Mink's room and it was so different then the rest of the house and not what he was expecting at all.

It was a dark, warm brown with lots of Native American based items. Lots of what looked to be hand carved furniture made of similar wood.

In fact, that bed looked so damn inviting and welcoming.

Mink seemed to read Aoba's mind as he gently nudged him to a door. “Bath first.”

Aoba blushed but stumbled toward the bathroom, entering the room. He closed the door behind him and took in the shining room around him. It was so...crisp and clean. And he really felt out of place.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and in reality he was a ghost of himself. He was so thin and lanky now, his hair gross, face and skin dirty.

He needed that bath.

He dropped his clothing to the floor and winced as he saw the bruise already forming on his stomach.

He quickly turned away from the mirror (A bit disgusted by his appearance), and began the water, shuddering at the warmth he'd long since missed. If they ever got to bathe in the trade, it was always being dosed with cold water from a rubber hose and it was always degrading.

Aoba slid into the bath and immediately melted. His body relaxing as he began to scrub his skin clean. Aoba had never been able to sit in a bath tub with jets or one that could fit another person entirely, possibly two.

It was so nice and relaxing. He turned the water off, then turned to washing his hair. It took him 3 times to clean it before he felt satisfied.

He stayed there for awhile, just relaxing in that warmth he had long missed. He wrapped his arms around his knee's, bringing his legs up to his chest to rest his cheek on them.

He jumped a foot in the air when he eventually heard a knock on the door. “Dinner's ready and waiting when you decide to come out.”

Oh...that's right. As if being woken from a dream, his stomach began to growl angrily at him.
“T-Thank you...” he whispered before draining the water from the tub.

He grabbed a crisp towel as he stepped out, drying himself off. He was about to wrap it around his waist when he noticed a large, white bath robe on the counter. Several in fact.

He opted for that instead, wanting to be as clothed and concealed as possible.

As he stepped out into the bedroom, Mink was siting in a chair nearby, working at his desk. He looked deep in thought, and almost felt bad disturbing him from his concentration. His hair was no longer in his pony tail from earlier, but now cascaded down his back while his suit jacket rested on the back of the chair.

“U-Um...” he whispered. Mink looked up briefly to Aoba, removing his glasses he'd been wearing.

“I-It's ok if I wear this for now, right?” he asked and Mink nodded. “It's far too big but it looks good on you.” he snorted, smirking now. “Of course it's better then walking around naked for the time being, hm?”

And with that, Aoba's face turned bright red.

Mink pointed to the wheeled tray that held the food on it and Aoba walked closer to it, looking over everything. His stomach growling again, this time louder and his own mouth began to salivate.

“I already ate so you can help yourself.”

Aoba stiffened up. “Y-You did?”

“Yes. I figured you'd be hungry and you self control will be terrible. All I ask is you not eat yourself sick.”

Aoba nodded then sat down on the bed, beginning to eat his fill of the various foods they had brought.

Potatoes, carrots, steak, and some dinner rolls were left for him to eat and it was delicious. Once he was finished, the plate completely empty now, he flopped back onto the bed and his eyes began to close.

It was a few moment that passed, but he felt the bed next to him shift from the weight of another person. He looked up to Mink leaning over him on the bed, his skin tingled as Mink's hair brushed his face and he looked away shyly.

“What...?” he whispered softly.

“You said those men had kicked you in the stomach earlier. Let me see.”

His cheeks turned red. “I-It's fine...”

Mink ignored him and began to untie the sash holding the bathrobe in place. “W-Wait I said you don't need to look!” he shouted, quickly looking up at Mink with wide, fearful eyes. As soon as the sash was undone, the robe had fallen open pretty fast. Aoba quickly closed his legs together tightly, a blush on his face as dark as a tomato.

But Mink gripped his knee's and forced his legs open wide for Aoba to be completely exposed to the bigger man. Aoba whined, shutting his eyes tightly and covering his face with his hands.

“Lower your hands.”

Aoba remained still.

“Aoba...” Mink said deeply, moving his face next to the boys ear, whispering. “Let. Me. See you.” he whispered into that ear before nipping the shell, causing Aoba to shudder. “I'll tie them to the headboard if I must.” he whispered now, voice deeper.

Slowly, Aoba's hands lowered and he kept them balled up on his chest, but his eyes remained closed. Mink didn't mind that at the moment, if it helped the boy deal with him observing him, then it was fine.

His eyes scanned every inch of him, stopping his eyes at the bruising on his stomach. One hand reached forward, resting his hand on the main center; Aoba's body flinched as he let out a shuddering breath.
Mink's eyes darted up to see the boy was now looking at him.

“H-Hurts...” he whispered weakly, voice cracking.

“I'm aware. But it doesn't look too bad. “ Mink leaned down, kissing the skin gently and Aoba's breath hitched again.

“A-Are you done?” he whispered and Mink chuckled. “No. I'm not.” he moved so their noses were almost touching now, staring Aoba down. “Remember what I said in the car. I do have my uses for you.” To drive home the point, Mink gripped Aoba's cock roughly in one hand, causing a loud cry to come from the boy.

“A-Ah!” His hips bucked up into that hand on instinct, making Mink chuckle. He quickly covered his face again with his hands, shivering and shaking. Mink removed his hand, gripping those wrists and pulling them away from Aoba's flushed face.

“What did I say about your hands?”

“I...I'm sorry....” he whimpered.

“Is it really that embarrassing?” He asked, cocking one brow as he looked at the others face. Watching as his eyes began to brim with tears.

“That answers my question.” Mink thought to himself. But the problem was that he liked the idea of Aoba crying and red faced with his legs spread for him. He liked the idea a little too much. One hand drifted to Aoba's thigh, stroking the skin with his thumb.

“I...” Mink looked back up at him, his thumb still stroking the boys skin.

Aoba seemed to clam up a little and he looked away from Mink again, watching somewhere else. “I-I've never...done...”

Oh.

Oh.

OH.

Was the only realization and Mink's mind was going. Well to be honest, he'd figured that idea when Mink picked the kid up the first time back at the traders. He was far too delicate really. He sighed, moving back to the edge of the bed, pulling his pipe back out.

Aoba sat up off the bed slowly, sitting there as he watched Mink's back. “I have to go about this a different way.” Mink muttered to himself, taking a drag from his pipe as he thought. He looked to Aoba a moment then a thought struck him. He put his pipe back down before bringing the boy in close, giving him a kiss fully on the mouth. Aoba whined, hands gripping the front of Mink's shirt.

It was slow, gentle. As if Mink was testing Aoba's waters. He realized he'd have to get the kid worked up first before making a move on him. At that point, Aoba whined loudly, letting Mink kiss him, sitting still.

Mink's tongue swiped along the lower lip, nipping it with his teeth. Aoba whined, slowly letting the other's tongue into his mouth. Sliding his own tongue to meet Mink's. The older of the two let Aoba explore his mouth, letting him get comfortable and relax. Eventualy, Aoba pulled back a little so he could gasp for air. Mink chuckled, licking his own lips.

“You taste good.” And Aoba's blush went darker.

“S-Shut up...!” he mumbled, shoving at Mink a little, but he still held onto him. “Did you like it?”

“Huh?” Aoba looked up now at him again. Mink locked eyes with Aoba.

“Did you like it?”

Aoba slowly nodded his head. “I...I did.” he whispered softly.

“Would you like another?”

“Y-You're asking me?”

“Yes. Obviously if I just did what I want our...relationship if thats what you'd call it wouldn't start off to a good start and you'd be tempted to run off on me while I slept.”

Aoba looked down at the bed. Really, he did like the kiss. He liked it a lot. And Mink tasted very good. Sweet, yet spicy. It matched the way he smelled, and it was a good smell too.

“Cinnamon...” he whispered, pressing two fingers to his own lips.

“Hm?”

“You smell...like cinnamon...” he whispered, pressing his forehead to Mink's collarbone. Mink held him there, eventually letting one hand drift to the back of the boy's head, stroking the boys hair.

“...You're worried about him aren't you?”

“Absolutely!” he yelled, looking up at Mink.

Mink sighed. “I'll...arrange for you to see him in a few days.”

“You will!?” Mink nodded. “Yes.”

Aoba's arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck, holding on tightly. “T-Thank you! You have no idea how much seeing Sei will mean to me!” he cried out, those tears from earlier now returning.

“...You must really care for him.”

“He's...the only family I have left. I have to make sure he's ok.”

Mink stayed quiet as the boy held onto him before sighing.

“You should get some sleep. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you in your sleep.” he whispered, pulling back and standing up fully.

Well...that was a surprise.

“Wait...aren't you going to...?”

“No. Not right now at least. You're in an emotional state and doing that I could very well break you.”

Mink leaned back down and kissed the boy again on the mouth. A hard, breathless kiss. His tongue sliding in without permission from Aoba, making the boy moan as the other's tongue slid over every inch of his tongue, his teeth, the cheeks. Everything.

When he pulled back Aoba was left panting and blushing.

“That's me being tame.” Was all Mink said in response to Aoba before heading to the bathroom for his own bath.

Aoba really had no idea what he was going to do.
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