I didn’t intend for Desire Harem to be a series but I was encouraged by the responses I got from the yaoi forum I posted it in (did not quite dare to post it elsewhere then), so I wrote a second chapter when inspiration hit. It’s a good way to direct my restlessness anyway, though I can only attempt writing it when I’m alone, haha. Oh yeah, this chapter has cross-dressing, so again, the same old warning.

Synopsis: The resident jailbait finds out something about his old friend that he did not expect.

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Chapter 2 : Dahren

“Uhh… no… teacher…”

It is the same old thing. Blond Teacher said that he likes it when I plead and beg. No problem.

“Ahh… please… nnh… more…”

Again and again and again. Why doesn’t he ever change the position? And he’s not hitting the spot. Such a let down. Should I shift a little? Ah, that’s better.

“Ahhh…! Juniorrr…”

Dear gods, he finished without me again.

“I’m sorry, Junior. Do you need my help?” He actually has a nice sincere voice when he apologises. At least he does. But then, he’s a nice and caring teacher, unlike the others who are pretending to be teachers. But he’s not as sexy. Too bad.

Check the time, buddy, it’s a minute to the end of our session. Somehow, you have impeccable timing. “It’s okay. But teacher… don’t you have a meeting?”

“Oh dear, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me.” That’s because I want you to leave, darling. Now he’s putting his clothes on at record speed. “See you next lesson then.”

“I will be here, teacher.” Wave and smile, look pretty. Maybe he’ll come back, maybe not. Don’t want Byrlon to say I scare my customers away. Two more step… one more… no no don’t look back… yes, good boy, close the door behind you.

And finally it is done. I sighed and ignored my aching need as I collapsed into one of the chairs. Briefly I contemplated finishing myself off with one of the toys in the drawer under the teacher’s desk. But nah… I never really liked DIY. If I don’t think about it, it’ll fade by itself. Just need to think about something else…

Like that new console I have my eyes on. Oohh boy, it’s like the coolest thing ever. So sleek… and the game engine upgrade… and I saw somebody playing a game demo and it looks so damn hot. I want it so badly, I can’t wait. I think I’ll get my pay from Byrlon and get it later, after a nice long nap. That is, after I confirmed with Joshya that I don’t have a job later.

If I remember correctly, I don’t have one. But my slots are open, so it may have changed during the past hour with Blond Teacher. I should confirm with Joshya as soon as possible.

I was in the middle of fishing my clothes up when the door opened. I scowled, because technically I should have five minutes leeway to leave before the next session comes in. I know I didn’t wait that long for my ‘little brother’ to stop standing.

“Nice ass, Dahren. You need to clean it though, it’s leaking.”

I rolled my eyes and put on the uber-short school girl skirt I’m supposed to wear. Blond Teacher likes it better when I’m cross dressing, or naked. “Alecis, you’re not here to admire my ass, are you?”

“Nope, I’m here to show the new guy around.” I worked on the buttons of my blouse and half-heartedly watched Alecis jabbed one finger at the arm of the man beside him as they both entered the room. My sight then followed the finger over to the figure, and my fingers paused.

Dear gods, what a prime specimen of good-looking male.

What really grabbed all of my attention from my task was the effortless way he exuded power and superiority, as well as being so incredibly darkly handsome that he would have no problems getting laid, females or males. He’s definitely a good addition to our menu…

“Hey, you’re not drooling are you?”

“You wish.” Of course not. I’m not drooling. I’m just trying to strip his clothes off with my eyes. So to keep a leash on my imagination, I directed my eyes towards his face. Ohhh… what deep attractive eyes. Wait a minute… red eyes, brown hair with golden streaks… “A Dezarsuel?”

“Didn’t know we are this famous.” Mr Handsome decided to speak, and I must say I really like his voice. He smiled, and it looked really good. “Jeri Dezarsuel, at your service.”

“Gee… I wonder what sort of service you can provide me? We don’t buy each other’s service, of course, so I’ll just ask… nicely.” Mhmm… smile so that my dimples show, widen my eyes to make them look a tad more innocent.

“You won’t want to.” Alecis snickered from where he was standing behind the teacher’s table and I threw him a glance. “His area of expertise is the exact opposite of mine. That’s why his ‘name’ is Owner.”

“To be expected as a Dezarsuel I suppose.” I shrugged and finished the last button on my blouse, losing interest. Alecis is right, I’m not very good at doing that master and slave thing they do. Being restrained is fine, but as long as I get some control over my role and my guest. “Have fun touring the rest of the rooms then.”

“Oh, Joshya wants me to tell you that you’re not on the menu for the rest of the day… stop it, Jeri.” Is that a blush I see in Alecis’s face? That’s very rare… ah, no wonder, Jeri is leering at him suggestively as he pointed to something in drawer. Alecis cleared his throat and continued. “Elrieon came to see you. He’s in the front garden.”

Sh*t.

I didn’t expect that. Now I’ll have to change out of this clothing immediately, rather than finding Joshya straight away. El never likes it when he sees me in my… work clothes. He never really approved of my working here, but hey, a Nyt like me can only find work in that many places on a Rehn continent. Not that I look or act like a Nyt, given that I’m not in the least bit nocturnal. Which is probably why my mother threw me out. Maybe I’m half, like Nickol. But our ID card says ‘NYT’ under the species column and there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, Byrlon treats us very well.

Bah… El is nothing but trouble. Even though he more or less raised me and loves me more than my real parents do. But can he stop being so… over-protective? I can take care of myself. I’m nineteen years old, not the fourteen that I look like. I don’t even act young when I’m out of the job, so why is he always hovering over me? If I did not know better, I swear he’s just like a jealous boyfriend or something.

“Hey Dahren! Your babysitter’s at the front garden!”

“Alecis told me, Pheona.” I glared at giggling girl hugging the door frame like a sloth, the expensive looking medieval puffy doll-like dress pressed up against it strangely in her position. Why does she get the better outfits even though her expertise are similar to mine? But then again, I’m not required to wear a corset. “You ‘saw’ it with your ability?”

“Ooohhh, you saw the hot new guy then? Alecis totally glared at me when I asked if he can try me.” She pouted in sulky and supposedly cute way. Huh, I don’t have the hots for girls, so I can’t really tell. “And I didn’t ‘see’ Elrieon coming. I overheard it. Am I supposed to? He’s not a bad thing, is he? Kinda cute too.”

I promptly decided to ignore the last part. I know that Elrieon is very good-looking, but it’s just not accurate hearing it from Pheona. She’s like… the ‘queen of bintiness’ or something. I also decided to not tell her that her clairvoyance may need checking up on. Elrieon is an omen to me, so yes, she should be able to see his visits. “I think Alecis doesn’t want Jeri to catch cooties from you.”

Stomping her foot like a brat, she wailed at me as I quickly walked away. “Don’t make me tell Meryisa you’re bullying me!”

“I don’t give a damn!” Just for fun, I yelled back and instantly heard the door slamming hard enough to make me laugh. Yup, I’m evil, but Pheona really gets on my nerves sometimes. Serve her right for saying the El is my babysitter. And Meryisa will side with me anyway.

But bullying Pheona cannot take away the fact that El is waiting for me, so I hurried back to my room, had a quick shower, and changed into something more normal. Which consisted of a sleeveless black shirt with some gothic design and black jeans. He will bitch about my color choice but hey, I only have black attires in my own wardrobe. Has something to do with my element, I think. He should understand that, at least. Besides, with my black hair and eyes, I look pretty damn good in black.

And then, I braced myself and went to the front garden.

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I expected a lecture, or another ill-concealed attempt in persuading me to change jobs. I expected a tired, stern and disapproving looking El, who ultimately still cares too much for me to be standing there. I even expected a silly grinning El who just came back after a date with his long-time girlfriend and couldn’t wait to share with me how sickeningly nice she is.

I did not expect him to stare at me for a few minutes straight, without a word, without moving at all. Like a freaking creepy wax sculpture with uncomfortable intense gaze. Especially since his usually present spectacles was not perched on the bridge of his nose to help cut the effect down.

So it is totally uncomfortable, and I fought the urge to cover his eyes with my hands, and settled for waving my hands in front of him. “El? Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” He blinked, but did not move his eyes away. Not for the first time in my life, I realized how lovely the gray in his eyes is. “You grew up well.”

Okay, that was just strange. “Gee, thanks. El, I practically grew up around you and you just noticed that?”

“Would you believe me if I say yes?”

The urge came back and morphed into an itch to whack him on the back of his head. Again, I kept it down. I admire my own control. But I can’t help avoiding looking at him. “Thanks for finally noticing. What brings you here?”

“You.”

This time I gave in to my urge to roll my eyes and grab his shoulders, shaking him as I stared back at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you hit your head when coming here? Joais broke up with you? Answer me, damnit!”

To my complete frustration, he started laughing. I glared at him sullenly and shook him again. “Should I call the asylum? I know the owner of the nearest one, so I can get him to give you discounts.”

His chuckles melted into a huge silly grin as he ruffled his own unrestrained golden curls that was usually tied into this small puff of fur called ponytail, his head leaning sideways in a droolicious manner… wait, did I just said that? “I’m alright. I just can’t believe that it took me so long to realize this.”

I was very serious contemplating about the phone call to an asylum. Or some random extra-terrestrial investigation club thing. This is not the Elrieon I know. I, in my nineteen years of existence, had not once witnessed such a sudden and unexplained change in expression, emotions and whatever have you.

“Are you sure you’re alright? They gave you too much work or something?”

“Nope, I’m fine. Better than before. I took a week’s leave to rest, Joais talked me into it.” Well, that’s something new too, since he’s such a perfect definition of workaholic. But since his beloved girlfriend is doing the talking, I’m not surprised. “She wants me to think about our relationship. And whether she wants to break up with me.”

Say what?

“She wants to break up with you?! But why? Aren’t you two good for each other?” Good for each other was the understatement of the year. They are practically made for each other, and knew each other since he could still go into the girl’s toilet. I already had visions of him and her walking down the aisle with some ostentatious organ playing the silly old wedding hymn. “You burned down her house? She’s seeing another guy?”

“No. It’s because I’m interested in another person.” He gave me an enigmatic smile which left me totally clueless as he led me to the swinging chairs. I’m not sure what the name of that thing really is, but it’s like a long chair that hangs from a frame and swings. He sat down and beckoned for me to sit beside him. “She is the one who discovered it and she wants me to confirm it.”

Definitely sounds like Joais and El. “So uh… who’s the unlucky girl?”

He leaned back and pushed at the ground with his feet so that the chair started moving, the hinges on top making small creaking sounds. Byrlon needs to get it oiled. Just when I thought he didn’t hear my question, he opened his mouth to answer me. “It’s a guy.”

I wouldn’t be as shocked if Alecis suddenly tells me that he is straight in the middle of shagging his handsome friend. So I sat there, completely still as I tried to digest the fact that he just admitted that he likes a guy. A male specimen. A person who has an external reproductive organ.

I swallowed and made a thoughtful sound in the throat. Might as well get this over with. “So, who’s the even more unlucky guy?”

He took even longer this time. I’m beginning to think he came here to deliberately test my patience. Until he turned slowly, smiling mysteriously at me again. And exhaled a single word.

“You.”

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