This chapter was almost half-written by the time I posted the second chapter on the yaoi forum, and I’m quite happy with this one. I hope it hasn’t confused anyone but I forgot to mention that the people working in the Harem have a… codename, of sort. It’s their job-name, to protect them. Like in Jeri’s case, his identity. Thus the number of different names referring to the same people.

Synopsis: A little private exhibition to introduce their newest does wonders for the people of the Harem.

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Chapter 3 : Berni

“He still refuses to see El?” I’m not surprised to find him still standing outside the room, even though he can order the stubborn kid inside to open the door and let the poor guy in. He can even bring the master key around and just skip the entire ‘I don’t want to see him!’ and shrieking like a girl process, but he chooses not to. Byrlon’s nice to us like that.

He displayed his hands out in a gesture of futile and sighed. “Yeah. He thinks Elrieon’s playing a joke on him for sleeping with older men, and claims that he won’t leave the room, no matter what. When I bring up his studies, he tells me it’s school break. When I ask about food and water, he says he has snacks in his room.”

“Well… why don’t you tell him about Jeri and Alecis’s private display?”

A cunning smile curved his thin lips. “Oh, but I did, just before you came. And he immediately broke his own word and said that he’s not going to miss it for the world. He’ll be there at the Aquarium.”

And the rest simply didn’t need to be said as we shared a conspiratory smirk, then left Dahren to himself and headed for the main hall.

Well, he’s evil to us like that as well. But I know him better than most of the others, so I usually can anticipate if our great high-class brothel owner here have devious plans for me. The others… they don’t hold a chance. Except for Nickol, who used to stick to him like glue.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…”

That’s usually not a good thing, but the gods can strike me down if I dare to say that out loud. “Yeah?”

“Do you still want to be on the special menu, now that we have Owner?”

Of all things, I didn’t expect this. When he trained me, he more or less made it clear that I’m going to be stuck doing this for quite some time, even if somebody more… professional, shall we say, join us. But he gives me the choice of quitting it now that Jeri’s joined us… what exactly is he thinking?

“Do you want me to stay on it?”

“For now, yes, because you’re still our main for that. But after Jeri is more comfortable with it, you can go back to normal menu if you want.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “I know that while you’re good at it, you’re still not hundred percent comfortable doing it.”

I sighed. “I should have guessed that you know about it.”

“Shouldn’t you know by now that I know a lot of stuff?” He turned to me and smirked like a Chesire cat from a fairytale. “I knew about it all along, Alecis too. But we didn’t have other choices and it was a selling dish. And it still is.”

Wouldn’t I know? Just the amount of jobs me, Meryisa, Alecis and Jynette take is enough of an answer to that. Frankly speaking, I don’t understand the pleasure in letting another person dictate and control you, though I don’t have the problem with the power-rush in dominating another. Alecis had tried to explain to me, in his bitter cynical way and an explanation that sounded like warped love to me, but I could never understand it. Jynette… don’t explain things, at all.

But undeniably, it makes money, and makes Byrlon happy.

And I’m not going to argue with that. I’m already seriously indebted to him after he paid for all the debts of my family and saved me from certain death at the hands of those illegal money-lending companies. And yet he still insists on giving me a salary, even though I owe him so much money that I’m never going to finish paying him everything by the time I die of old age. And he also makes me take classes at the private colleges.

I’m not sure what sort of an investment he saw in me, but I’m don’t think I care now. He saved and provide for me and my family, that’s all that matters. If he wants me to get a bachelor degree, I’ll get one, preferably with honours. If he wants me to provide more kinky services, I’ll gladly do it, with a smile on my face if need be. As long as he’s happy, and my family is safe.

“Then wouldn’t it be better if there are two of us? After doing for so long, I’m more or less used to it.”

“But you’re still not enjoying it naturally.” He insisted, then turned to the direction that led to the Aquarium, one of the smaller halls of the mansion that was converted into having a slightly raised area in the center enclosed with glass and seats around it. It is used mainly for the displays, although sometimes guests with exhibitionist streak also likes this hall. Byrlon motioned to the pair already inside the ‘tank’, preparing. “You’ll understand after seeing them in action.”

I shrugged, and followed him to where he took the seat with the best view. Sitting down beside him, I let my eyes wander towards the ‘tank’, and watched as the masked Jeri tease the flustered and very naked Alecis. “Well, we’ll see.”

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And I did see. Alecis gasping and begging with tears running out of control from his eyes down flushed cheeks as he tugged uselessly at the ropes securing his wrists behind him while Jeri bestowed feather light touches onto Alecis’s over-sensitized areas. I’m not even sure if Alecis was coherent anymore when he repeatedly pleaded for Jeri to **** him, to use him because he couldn’t take it anymore.

And the newest addition to our brothel whispered something into his partner’s ears with an incubus’s smile, and went down on Alecis without a warning. The submissive one gasped and his wide eyes glazed over with unmistakable pleasure as he began moaning deliciously.

And all the while, there was a toy buzzing away happily in him.

“Aren’t they a beautiful sight?” Byrlon sighed and slide his tongue over his dry lips, looking a little flushed himself. I know that I’m not as unaffected as I looked, though I’m not quite as bad as some of the others. Like, for example, the Gemini twins who are kissing passionately at the moment, their hands busy underneath their clothing, and not far from them, Meryisa had unbuttoned her blouse entirely and was fanning herself with a smirk on her face.

It was also amusing to note that Dahren had completely forgotten to curse at us for tying him to his chair, stripping him of his shirt (just for fun) and letting Elrieon join us, as both him and his ‘babysitter’ could only stare at the display and try not to hyper-ventilate. From Elrieon’s expression, I can at least tell that he is not as straight as Dahren claims, and I wish him luck in courting Dahren.

“Were they like this in the past?” I knew about the history between Alecis and Jeri, of course. All of us do, to some extent, but Joshya and I know more about it. Well, no more than Meryisa and Byrlon, of course. They told us briefly about it when Byrlon explained the real reason why Alecis was sold to him. “Now I think I can understand a little.”

Byrlon knew what I was referring to, and smiled. “They used to attract the attention of everyone when Alecis reaches his limit. There’s only so many times you can be unaffected when hearing him like that, and only Jeri can push him this far. The only pair that could rival them were the Lawrun siblings, who were incredibly gorgeous together.”

Pyroan Lawrun was Nickol’s regular, so I’ve seen him around a couple of times around in the brothel quite a while back. The young Lawrun heir who was recently rumored to have died had inherited his father’s good looks, though with more of a feminine touch. Ryriean, the illegitimate younger brother of Pyroan, was said to look even prettier than a real girl, especially with his long waist-length hair. It was also rumored that Pyroan kept him under heavy empathic programming so he was about as emotional as a doll, so he heavily resembled one.

It’s not hard to tell why they would be beacons for attention, just like the couple in the middle of the room. Their little display hadn’t end yet, but it had already made me want to willingly try being in one of their roles myself. It even sends a thrill through my body as I imagine myself being so caught in the pleasure induced that I totally forget myself and beg for more.

My thoughts must have shown on my face, because moments later, I felt Byrlon’s heavy gaze on me. I looked over to find his purple eyes burning with desire and I could practically feel the excess energy coming out from him. I realized immediately that he knew what we both wanted, and was making an invitation.

He had made it clear that I have a choice in deciding if I would like to have some ‘fun’ with him, and that I shouldn’t do so because he is my boss. More often than not, I would accept, especially when I’m feeling particularly down after taking care of Nickol or just for the fun of it. And this time, it was no exception.

So I leaned over to him and tilt my head upwards as an offering, and his fingers caught my jaw as he takes it. It was a long lingering kiss, and our eyes slide back towards Jeri and Alecis as we broke apart and breathed against each other’s lips. Jeri had finally decided not to draw out Alecis’s sweet torture any longer and complied with the other’s desperate requests. I could have sworn that the room temperature went up a few degrees.

Byrlon pulled me close and we were about to kiss again, when Joshya came near, his expression worried and with more than a touch of guilt. One look at his face, and I had a really bad feeling even before he spoke. And when he did, it confirmed my guess. “Nickol got influenced by me, Berni.”

I immediately looked over to where Nickol sat alone, his crimson-gold eyes fixed on Joshya with both love and lust. The familiar pins of pain pricked at my heart and the desire in me cooled quicker than I thought was possible. I glanced back at Byrlon, who sighed regrettably, and nodded. But when I stood up, he caught my hand and with the same heated look, told me that the invitation was still open.

I smiled in acknowledgement, then hurried to Nickol’s side with Joshya muttering apologies close behind.

“Josh… is there anything wrong?”

Another stranger’s name coming from his mouth in that goddamn adoring and husky tone, and my fingernails sank into the flesh of my palms. Joshya flinched, a rare fragile look flickering on his face as he kept his eyes focused on me. On me and not on the illusion he would see when looking at our resident hypnotizer.

Unlike with most other people, I know who his mind has been tricked into seeing… his soother boyfriend, Anjiel. The original Angel. And the worst thing here is, Nickol knows Anjiel too. Things just don’t come easily, do they?

“Joshya, can you get us each a glass of water?” Putting myself in between them, I faced Joshya fully and gave him my best reassuring smile. Gratefulness flooded his baby blue eyes and he left with a whisper of thanks in my mind. What really had me curious was that he, unlike everyone else who had been in his position, did not glance back at Nickol… or rather, the Anjiel illusion overlaid over Nickol, one more time. That, and his previous reactions, made me wonder what happened between him and Anjiel before the fateful incident happened.

“Josh…?”

Without fail, no matter what the name coming from his lips is, his voice will always bring me out of whatever thoughts I have. My eyes dropped back onto him, watching the confusion delicately painted on his face with an unwelcomed sense of deja vu. Well, better confusion than anger, I suppose. It is easier to handle, if anything.

“Hey, Joshya’s going to get us something to drink, okay?” I spoke, gently, as I sank into a half-crouch to look at him at the same level. He brushed his lips with a finger, an obvious habit of Anjiel, and nodded calmly. Holding his gaze, I continued. “Can you do me a favor? Can you focus on me for a while?”

His slim brows folded as he considered my odd request, and I took the chance to grab his hand away and leaned forward. His uniquely colored eyes went round with shock as I captured his lips with my own, and he tried to push me away. Pressing him tightly against my body, I concentrated on my desire for him to return to normal and whispered softly. “Nickol… please, come back to us…”

This time, it took longer than usual. I made a quick guess that it was probably because his ability was picking up all the needs and yearnings of the others in the room, so I held on and strengthened my wish by bringing up every memory I have of him. Smiling and giggling as himself, his laughter sounding like the name he goes by when working. Crying himself into a pathetic bundle on the sofa because the female lead of an angsty drama died. Giving me a sultry look with clear eyes that was being overtaken by the golden paint of the autumn scenery…

“Berni…”

Belatedly, I felt that the slim form I’m holding had relaxed and I followed suit, allowing my memories to fade back to the corner of my mind as I took a good look at the face in front of me. For a moment there, I was worried that I didn’t break him out of it successfully when I saw that his expression was a little dazed and… somewhat sensual? “Nickol?”

“Yes…?” He all but purred, and I felt the fire that warmed my body as I watched Jeri and Alecis had their fun rekindle despite my growing concern. But when he glanced into my eyes and I saw hints of apology and gratitude, though mixed with a certain longing, I figured out what is happening and sighed.

“Come on, Nic, let’s go back to your room.”

“Oooh, are you going to put me in bed?” He peered out from under his eyelashes coyly and pursed his kissable lips. His hand slipped down and touched the front of my pants, and I can’t help the gasp that escaped from my mouth as he brushed against it lightly. “See what you little buddy here is saying. You want me, don’t you?”

It is very hard to say no. I’ve dreamt of this for so long, among other scenes that all had to do with him. Now that it is actually happening, I’m so tempted to just say yes and the fact that he is not yet entirely himself be damned.

But I can’t.

Slipping my arms under his knees and shoulders, I lifted him with some effort despite his seemingly light frame, and ignored him as he pouted and tugged at my collar with a growl. “Don’t make things difficult for me. You know what I truly want.”

He shifted to put his arms around my neck and placed his head conveniently at my throat, his lips torturously caressing my skin as he spoke. “You want me. Why don’t you just admit it and take me?”

“It’s your lust talking, and you know it.” I quickened my footsteps and cursed mentally, for the first time, that the mansion that is our home and workplace is too large.

By the time I reached his room and dropped him onto his bed, he had managed to unbutton my shirt and left half a dozen of marks down my neck and chest. Needless to say, I was breathing a little fast and it took me a lot of my will to refrain from jumping him when he stretched into a very seductive pose. Instead, I put all my attention in finding the sleeping pills kept in his room for such occasions.

Having been through the drill so many times, he knew what I was doing and made a displeased sound. When I approached him with two pills in hand, he put on his best come-hither look and showed off his very nice body. “I want you, Berni…”

“I do too.” Popping the pills into my mouth, I grasped his chin and kissed him, sliding them into his mouth before he realized what I intended to do. Releasing him only after he swallowed the pills, I could not resist running my thumb over his moist lips. Sulking, he bit the finger until I winced, then lapped apologetically at the indented marks with his tongue.

Then, he had the naughty idea of sucking on it like it was a Popsicle, or something else, while giving me those incredibly sexy innocent looks. A man’s tolerance has a limit, and since I already got him to swallow the sleep inducing drug, I removed my finger and replaced it with my mouth. Then I move down to his neck, my hands roaming his body, and returned him the favor by making him writhed and moan beneath me.

When the fast-acting pills took effect and he slowly relaxed, slumping back against his pillows, I pulled away with lingering regret and just stared at his peaceful face. I know for certain that it won’t be as peaceful when he wakes up and faces the consequences of his ability running wild again. But for now, he is asleep, safe from his own ability, and I’m happy.

But my body is very unhappy with me. Considering my specialty, I could take more than normal amount of teasing before I succumb to my own needs. But after witnessing Jeri and Alecis’s little display added with what Nickol did, I already went past the stage of being able to cool down from a cold shower or amazing ignoring power.

To put it bluntly, I need to get laid.

“Having trouble?” The deep baritone and smiling face that greeted me from the corridor outside the room held amusement, understanding and most importantly, the same offer that was extended to me earlier. His eyes drifted towards the exposed skin under my open shirt and the purple shade in his eyes darkened with desire. “You look like you need help.”

And I smiled.

“Make me scream, master.”

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