Oasis

((1st for those who don’t do 3rd))

[sighs softly as I sit on a stool at the bar, asking for three shots of vodka]
[glances around the club in boredom, unsure of what to do]
/it’s after closing hours of Twilight Venom, and since there’s nothing better to do, here I am drinking away at a bar

((Anyone can join~))

Hendery scrunched his nose as he made his way to the bar, ordering for a cup of whiskey. He felt his pocket to make sure the drug was present before looking around the club. He squinted as he looked at everyone's faces, trying to find his client.

@⚘ Mingi Yuuma was almost losing it in his little hideout. He could hear them, the sweet sultry slur of his 'interest' and the vile voice of whoever was defiling him this time around. He swallowed, his breath hitching. He closed his eyes, trying to hear more but it wasn't enough. "", he mumbled to himself. He must be growing crazy, he thought himself as he pushed open the door of the wardrobe and placed a foot carefully on the plush carpet. He couldn't make a sound. Not a single, ing sound. A pearl of sweat slid down his pale back, soaking into the fabric of his over-sized black T-shirt. He was dressed as usual: comfortable shoes, stockings, a T-shirt that looked like a dress on him and a dark jacket and an eye-patch that wasn't there for decoration. He had only left his fake ears at home, it was a hassle trying not to lose them when he was running. His shoes were perfect for walking silently and, holding his breath, he snuck to the door of the room. His heartbeat was beating like thunder as his small pressed down against the cold metal of the door handle. " ", he thought to himself. He opened the door just enough to slide through side-ways. He was out of sight of the others but this was way too risky. Why was he doing this? Why why why?? Yuuma moved forward, crouching beside the bar counter and peeked out the side just enough to see half of the two figures. A repulsive old fart had grabbed the unbelievable beautiful man was probably forcing his sickening, fat tongue between those perfect lips. Yuuma's breath quickened and a hand slid between his legs, grabbing his aroused little brother. He couldn't believe it. He was right there. This was all so worth it-

@❂Yuuma Mingi zoomed through the city on his motorbike, a fierce expression on his face as he leaned into turns and sped down streets, his helmet gleaming in the streetlights. He was decked out in leather- leather gloves on his hands, leather jeans that hugged his plump thighs, and a leather jacket over a very low-cut shirt that showed much of his chest. His feet were clad in pointed boots, and his eyelids were adorned with smoky eyeliner. He looked great and felt about as good as one could, knowing they were about to have with a rich, arrrogant piece of filth.

Pulling into the parking lot, he saw that it was only occupied by two cars- the bartender’s and his target’s limo. Rolling his eyes, he swung a long leg over his bike and dismounted, taking off his helmet and shaking his hair out. Taking off his gloves he ran a hand through his hair and shoved them in his pocket, putting on his ditzy, ty persona as he made his way to the door where his target was already standing.

“Mr. Lee~” Mingi called in a sing-songy voice and walked up to him with swing in his hips, greeting him with a peck on the cheek, which he had to lean down for slightly as the man was shorter than him. “Wow, did you really rent out the whole club for us~?”

“There you are, my sweet.” the short, balding man grinned disgustingly. “Of course I did.” he led Mingi in, a hand on his slender waist, making his way to the bar. “What’ll you have?”

“Hmm~” Mingi tapped his chin, a cute expression on his lips as he pretended to think. “Maybe a vodka cranberry?”

“Martini for me. Dry and keep ‘em comin.” the man snapped at the bartender, the poor employee scrambling to make the drinks.

Mingi made to head for one of the couches, but the man caught his wrist and pulled him back, gripping his hair and pulling him down for a greedy kiss, which the spy had no choice but to return and pretend to like it.

@⚘ Mingi Yuuma was nervous. Normally he would have known this was the most terrible idea he had ever had... meeting one of his 'interests' in person. When had it been? Two months ago? Something like that... when he been browsing through the CCTVs, bored, and stumbled across a young man. He didn't know what it was. He was so confident the way he wrapped men of all ages around his finger. Yuuma had set up a facial recognition programme to alert him whenever he was caught on CCTVs he had access to and had watched him since with bated breath. Then one day he had, without even noticing, reached down between his legs and was touching himself. Yuuma had enjoyed watching his ual encounters after that. Then, he got the crazy thought... what if he could watch in person. Just... hidden out of sight... no one would ever know. And so Yuuma snuck out of the bunker while the other three were asleep and made his way to a club he knew the young man would be working at tonight. He had needed several weeks to figure out exactly where and at what time he would be. As usual, Yuuma used the air ducts to get inside and hid in a private room in a wardrobe. His cheeks were flushed in excitement already, they would be here soon.

Some time later.

They were there. Sounds, voices... they were here. Yuuma's hands clenched into fists and he almost yelped in excitement. He noticed with a blush that his nether regions were growing aroused. For an instant, he regretted being in the room. What if they were going to do it outside in the lobby? What if it took too long for them to come inside?