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Chapter 19 Oro/Kim
Chapter 19 (Saturday 16 June 2007, early evening)
The silence between Itachi and Neji was a little awkward. Itachi had advised Neji not to sign any contract with Shikamaru, talking him down from a six-month contract to a two-month one. Now it was clear that Itachi had been right, and Neji’s pride was hurt. But it wasn’t hurt enough that he would pay for Shikamaru’s club membership for the rest of the month. Itachi handed him a report with the adjusted fees and said with a calculated casualness, “I’m probably going to be losing a member this week if I can’t find someone to give him at least one session. I’d do it myself, but I can’t dom and be the charming host with all the comforting advice. It’s a shame since he’s such a pretty sub although he’s been abused.”
“Abused? By someone here?” asked Neji in surprise.
“No, of course not. At Manda’s—guess who?”
“Oh, god, Orochimaru’s abandoned another sub?”
“Yes, and this time it is even worse. You know Kisame and I had to buy him out after what he did to his poor sub when here. The cruelty! He lavishes attention on them, is the perfect dom for five years, even teases them with hints of a slave collar, sometimes even showing them one—then drops them completely! And he doesn’t feel a thing, he truly doesn’t care about his subs.”
Itachi and Neji exchanged glances, in complete sympathy in their mutual disgust for Orochimaru.
“This one’s even worse, however,” said Itachi. “He was in fostercare. Evidently, Orochimaru’s been grooming him for being his sub long before it was legal. When he hit seventeen, boom, he was in a contract. Now at twenty-two—well, actually twenty-three, it was his birthday yesterday--he’s been throw away like a used condom. Oro was working on his emotions since he was twelve—can you imagine it? And still he loves him—he forgives him for taking a new sub, a Yakushi Kabuto. I don’t get it. I went over there to see Orochimaru myself a week ago, and this Kabuto is nothing special to look at. He was wearing an exercise costume out of the 1980s—purple headband, white t-shirt with a purple tank over it, and purple sweatpants. Oh and add silver wireframes!”
Itachi and Neji shuddered in mutual horror. They both were a bit superficial in that they prized physical beauty so highly it was hard for them to take as their subs anyone not particularly attractive.
Neji said, “That just proves Orochimaru, indeed, is sick, truly sick. Is his ex-sub the one he brought to the charity fundraiser ball we had two years ago, the platinum blonde with the beautiful green eyes and a lamentable love for red eye liner?”
Itachi thought, `Gotcha!’ with satisfaction. Two years later, Neji remembered the color of Orochimaru’s sub’s eyes? This, this could work out well. He’d given the poor rejected sub a free membership, gambling that he could find him a dom that would pay his membership fees. And he’d come in yesterday on his birthday, looking for work—Itachi wouldn’t admit it, but he’d been moved. He’d given Kimimaro the free six-month membership as a birthday present. Besides it would a crime to have such a gorgeous boy become nothing but a prostitute and likely contract some horrid disease or become an addict. And since that was no doubt exactly what Orochimaru wanted to happen, Itachi took a perverse glee in preventing that. Hiding his pleasure, Itachi just said, “No eyeliner on this one, and I can’t recall his eye color, but yes, he’s a bleached platinum blonde. Orochimaru’s already got his new one, Kabuto, bleached as well, although his hair is more a dull gray than Kimimaro’s beautiful white blonde. Oh, I have an idea! Neji, now that you are free of Shikamaru, would you at least meet Kaguya Kimimaro? He’s dining here alone tonight. If you hit it off, I’ll provide a room for you tonight free of charge.”
“I don’t need your charity, Itachi. But tell me now before you introduce me, is this one you are going to warn me away from eventually like Shikamaru?”
“Neji, it never occurred to me that you and Shikamaru would even be interested in a contract. Shikamaru is just so, so, ah, apathetic, or, well, disinterested, usually that I figured you two would just have a few sessions and part friends. I’m sorry for not warning you sooner, Neji—I don’t want you to experience pain. I really thought Shikamaru knew better than to jump into something too soon. It’s been a year since he as his first dom, Asuma, broke up, but I guess he didn’t have his issues worked out.”
Neji laughed rather bitterly, “Shikamaru leaving me had nothing to do with getting over Asuma, Itachi. I think, humiliatingly, it’s just a case of `He just wasn’t that into me.’”
“Oh, Neji,” said Itachi in a voice that only Kisame would recognize, a voice full of understanding, a voice that said the speaker too had felt this sort of pain.
“But seriously, Itachi, why ask me to dom for Kimimaro? I’m sure every available dom would love a session with him.”
Itachi shrugged, “He can only get aroused by beautiful doms with long, dark hair since his sexuality was shaped by Orochimaru. That means you and me, Neji.”
“We are quite a pair, aren’t we, Itachi?”
“We should do a double penetration scene together for the Pride Week Celebration! Neji—can you see it—the two of us fucking a lovely blonde sub?”
“Itachi, never, never, never will I do a public double penetration scene with you,” said Neji in a voice that made clear how completely serious he was. Then in a mischievous tone, he added, “Ask your brother, you two would look even better than you and I since you look even more alike. His little switch, Naruto, I’m sure would look lovely with two Uchiha cocks in his slutty ass.”
“Neji, that is a most brilliant, brilliant idea. But I doubt I could get Sasuke to do it. He’s worse than Shika when it comes to being lazy. I’m pretty sure I can get Zabuza to do a double penetration public scene with his sub Haku. The damn fool has no idea what a gem he has in Haku. I might even be able to get him to agree to let two other doms fuck Haku. Maybe that would get him thinking.”
“Oh, my, this Pride week at the end of June is going to be one hell of a celebration,” said Neji.
Itachi gave Neji a look that suggested doubting Club Uchiha’s ability to host anything less that the best party in town was an insult. Neji rolled his eyes. He was a Hyuuga, a family notorious for their pride, but the Uchihas—well, they took pride to a new level.
“So, Kimimaro is in the dining room?” prompted Neji.
“No, the bar,” said Itachi, “allow me to escort you and make the introductions.” It was all Itachi could do to hide his grin. Giving Kimimaro a free membership had been a gamble, but now it looked like he would make some money off the blonde. And if Neji didn’t work out, well, he could play with him for a while and try to get him over the hair thing. If he couldn’t, then when the membership expired, he’d just hire him as a house sub or waiter. Yes, sometimes you had to give in order to get!
And the two long-haired doms left the office, both much more satisfied than when they went in.
The silence between Itachi and Neji was a little awkward. Itachi had advised Neji not to sign any contract with Shikamaru, talking him down from a six-month contract to a two-month one. Now it was clear that Itachi had been right, and Neji’s pride was hurt. But it wasn’t hurt enough that he would pay for Shikamaru’s club membership for the rest of the month. Itachi handed him a report with the adjusted fees and said with a calculated casualness, “I’m probably going to be losing a member this week if I can’t find someone to give him at least one session. I’d do it myself, but I can’t dom and be the charming host with all the comforting advice. It’s a shame since he’s such a pretty sub although he’s been abused.”
“Abused? By someone here?” asked Neji in surprise.
“No, of course not. At Manda’s—guess who?”
“Oh, god, Orochimaru’s abandoned another sub?”
“Yes, and this time it is even worse. You know Kisame and I had to buy him out after what he did to his poor sub when here. The cruelty! He lavishes attention on them, is the perfect dom for five years, even teases them with hints of a slave collar, sometimes even showing them one—then drops them completely! And he doesn’t feel a thing, he truly doesn’t care about his subs.”
Itachi and Neji exchanged glances, in complete sympathy in their mutual disgust for Orochimaru.
“This one’s even worse, however,” said Itachi. “He was in fostercare. Evidently, Orochimaru’s been grooming him for being his sub long before it was legal. When he hit seventeen, boom, he was in a contract. Now at twenty-two—well, actually twenty-three, it was his birthday yesterday--he’s been throw away like a used condom. Oro was working on his emotions since he was twelve—can you imagine it? And still he loves him—he forgives him for taking a new sub, a Yakushi Kabuto. I don’t get it. I went over there to see Orochimaru myself a week ago, and this Kabuto is nothing special to look at. He was wearing an exercise costume out of the 1980s—purple headband, white t-shirt with a purple tank over it, and purple sweatpants. Oh and add silver wireframes!”
Itachi and Neji shuddered in mutual horror. They both were a bit superficial in that they prized physical beauty so highly it was hard for them to take as their subs anyone not particularly attractive.
Neji said, “That just proves Orochimaru, indeed, is sick, truly sick. Is his ex-sub the one he brought to the charity fundraiser ball we had two years ago, the platinum blonde with the beautiful green eyes and a lamentable love for red eye liner?”
Itachi thought, `Gotcha!’ with satisfaction. Two years later, Neji remembered the color of Orochimaru’s sub’s eyes? This, this could work out well. He’d given the poor rejected sub a free membership, gambling that he could find him a dom that would pay his membership fees. And he’d come in yesterday on his birthday, looking for work—Itachi wouldn’t admit it, but he’d been moved. He’d given Kimimaro the free six-month membership as a birthday present. Besides it would a crime to have such a gorgeous boy become nothing but a prostitute and likely contract some horrid disease or become an addict. And since that was no doubt exactly what Orochimaru wanted to happen, Itachi took a perverse glee in preventing that. Hiding his pleasure, Itachi just said, “No eyeliner on this one, and I can’t recall his eye color, but yes, he’s a bleached platinum blonde. Orochimaru’s already got his new one, Kabuto, bleached as well, although his hair is more a dull gray than Kimimaro’s beautiful white blonde. Oh, I have an idea! Neji, now that you are free of Shikamaru, would you at least meet Kaguya Kimimaro? He’s dining here alone tonight. If you hit it off, I’ll provide a room for you tonight free of charge.”
“I don’t need your charity, Itachi. But tell me now before you introduce me, is this one you are going to warn me away from eventually like Shikamaru?”
“Neji, it never occurred to me that you and Shikamaru would even be interested in a contract. Shikamaru is just so, so, ah, apathetic, or, well, disinterested, usually that I figured you two would just have a few sessions and part friends. I’m sorry for not warning you sooner, Neji—I don’t want you to experience pain. I really thought Shikamaru knew better than to jump into something too soon. It’s been a year since he as his first dom, Asuma, broke up, but I guess he didn’t have his issues worked out.”
Neji laughed rather bitterly, “Shikamaru leaving me had nothing to do with getting over Asuma, Itachi. I think, humiliatingly, it’s just a case of `He just wasn’t that into me.’”
“Oh, Neji,” said Itachi in a voice that only Kisame would recognize, a voice full of understanding, a voice that said the speaker too had felt this sort of pain.
“But seriously, Itachi, why ask me to dom for Kimimaro? I’m sure every available dom would love a session with him.”
Itachi shrugged, “He can only get aroused by beautiful doms with long, dark hair since his sexuality was shaped by Orochimaru. That means you and me, Neji.”
“We are quite a pair, aren’t we, Itachi?”
“We should do a double penetration scene together for the Pride Week Celebration! Neji—can you see it—the two of us fucking a lovely blonde sub?”
“Itachi, never, never, never will I do a public double penetration scene with you,” said Neji in a voice that made clear how completely serious he was. Then in a mischievous tone, he added, “Ask your brother, you two would look even better than you and I since you look even more alike. His little switch, Naruto, I’m sure would look lovely with two Uchiha cocks in his slutty ass.”
“Neji, that is a most brilliant, brilliant idea. But I doubt I could get Sasuke to do it. He’s worse than Shika when it comes to being lazy. I’m pretty sure I can get Zabuza to do a double penetration public scene with his sub Haku. The damn fool has no idea what a gem he has in Haku. I might even be able to get him to agree to let two other doms fuck Haku. Maybe that would get him thinking.”
“Oh, my, this Pride week at the end of June is going to be one hell of a celebration,” said Neji.
Itachi gave Neji a look that suggested doubting Club Uchiha’s ability to host anything less that the best party in town was an insult. Neji rolled his eyes. He was a Hyuuga, a family notorious for their pride, but the Uchihas—well, they took pride to a new level.
“So, Kimimaro is in the dining room?” prompted Neji.
“No, the bar,” said Itachi, “allow me to escort you and make the introductions.” It was all Itachi could do to hide his grin. Giving Kimimaro a free membership had been a gamble, but now it looked like he would make some money off the blonde. And if Neji didn’t work out, well, he could play with him for a while and try to get him over the hair thing. If he couldn’t, then when the membership expired, he’d just hire him as a house sub or waiter. Yes, sometimes you had to give in order to get!
And the two long-haired doms left the office, both much more satisfied than when they went in.