Hey hey, it's me again. Thank you and I really enjoyed it. I am now as obsessed as you. So let's continue going on that high-class prostitute idea. I was thinking prompt 64, with Mika and Kureto (maybe Guren as well). Then the rest can be up to you. Thank you again and hope you have a wonderful day(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
I’m back bby! Continuation of this. AU where Mika is a high-class prostitue and Kureto is a crime boss (Guren’s there too because why not?)
TW: attempted noncon & violence, not by Kureto or Guren.
64. “Let me show you what happens with little brats that don’t follow the rules.”
Mikaela’s scream was disrupted by a heavy hand falling over his mouth. He tried to shove away from the man holding him against the brick wall, throwing his leg in an attempt to knee his assailant in the groin. When that failed, he dug his teeth into the man’s hand. The man exploded in anger after that.
Mikaela’s vision blurred when a hard slap was delivered to the side of his face. Blood filled his mouth when his teeth cut into his cheek. Aggressive hands roamed over his body as he was left stunned and frozen.
Before things could escalate further, the heavy weight of the man’s body disappeared and Mikaela dropped to his knees, crumbling against the wall.
Shouts rang out, a familiar voice causing Mikaela to look up at his savior.
He watched in awe as Guren pummeled the man into the ground, blood smearing over his neatly pressed suit. To his left Kureto stood watching, face drawn into a hard expression.
“That’s enough, Guren.” Kureto said when his assailant was no longer moving. “They’ll take care of the rest.”
The cryptic words had Guren stopping his assault on the man on the ground.
Mikaela dropped his eyes when Kureto turned to look down at him.
“Can you stand?” Kureto asked, much closer to him than before. Mikaela nodded, rushing to stand up and swaying when blood rushed to his head. Strong hands kept him from falling over.
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After washing up, Mikaela sat as still as he could, head bent. He couldn’t stop his fingers from fidgeting as they laid on his lap.
“Did I not tell you to not leave your room?” Kureto’s voice had his back going rigid.
Yes, he had.
Kureto had ordered him not to leave the room he’d set up for Mikaela after the blond had begun receiving threatening messages from an unknown source. Even Guren had told him to listen to the man this time since the notes had become more violent and sexual in nature.
Mikaela had been confused by the lengths Kureto and Guren were taking to...protect him. It had made his stomach flutter pleasantly.
However, the last note he’d received came with a picture of a close friend of his, a picture taken without the other knowing he was being watched. The note ordered him to go to a specific location alone, without alerting anyone.
Stupidly, Mikaela had gone without question. Thankfully, Kureto had been keeping a close eye on him and found him before anything too horrific happened to him.
“He could have killed you. He could have…” Guren's voice was low and sharp as he paced around the room. Mikaela had never heard him this upset.
“He said he would hurt Yuu. I couldn’t let him hurt my friend.” Mikaela finally spoke, plucking up enough courage to look at the men in front of him. Guren stopped pacing, a frown pulling at his lips.
“Then you should have come to me.” Kureto moved toward him, holding Mikaela’s gaze. Fingers brushed against the bruise that had blossomed on his right cheek, touch gentle and soft.
“When I said that I wanted you to be mine exclusively, I meant it. You are mine, and everything about you now concerns me too.” The intense look in Kureto’s eyes had Mikaela fidgeting, eyes flickering away from the man when it became too much.
A million thoughts raced through Mikaela’s head, heart stuttering against his chest. The man’s words were dangerous. They made Mikaela soar too close to the sun.
Kureto’s touch disappeared and Mikaela had to hold back a grunt of disappointment.
“Rest here for the rest of the night and you can return to your own home tomorrow morning.” Kureto said with an air of finality, turning to leave.
Mikaela scrambled to get up, not wanting to leave things like this. Not wanting for either men to leave him just yet. The last thing he wanted right now was to be left alone.
“Wait. You aren’t going to...I mean, we aren’t…” Mikaela said in a jumble of words, face flushing when two pairs of eyes landed on him.
Guren spoke first, eyebrows drawn together.
“Mikaela, you were just attacked.” His voice was incredulous.
“I…” Mikaela tried but cut himself off when he knew he couldn’t put what he felt like into words. Instead he threw his arms around Guren, pulling him down until their mouths crashed against each other. The cut on his inner cheek stung a little, but he pushed past it and focused on deepening his kiss with Guren. It took some coaxing for Guren to reciprocate the kiss. It was a slow kiss, nothing how they were the last time they were together. There was no urgency behind it, no quick hands pulling at his clothes.
Mikaela pulled away slowly, hands gripping Guren’s shirt.
“Please.” He whispered against Guren’s neck before turning his head to meet Kureto’s gaze.
“Please...I need you.” He paused, licking his lips. “Both of you.”
Mikaela couldn’t explain the desperate gnawing he felt in the pit of his stomach. He needed to feel familiar hands on him, craved the raw intimacy of Kureto’s mouth and Guren’s embrace.
He turned to face Kureto fully, pleading, begging,
Kureto looked him over, eyes calculating. For a moment, Mikaela thought he’d lost this battle. He held his breath as he waited for the man to give in to him.
“On your knees, Mikaela.” Kureto’s voice could cut glass, and Mikaela nearly whimpered in relief. He fell to his knees, eyes glazing over as Kureto ran his fingers through his hair.
“Since you’re desperate for it.” Kureto said, tilting Mikaela’s head back by his hair, grip strong and grounding. “Let me show you what happens with little brats that don’t follow the rules.”
Kureto’s mouth devoured his own, leaving Mikaela breathless and hungry for more.