Pretty

Prompt: rentboy!Hakkai - "slow burn." Written for the Springkink community on Livejournal.

Disclaimer: not mine. Minekura’s.

The slide of the door’s bolt unlocking sounded ominous to Hakkai, who couldn’t help looking over his shoulder down the hallway once more before following the man inside like the good little puppy he had become. His gaze flicked over only one other occupant (that he knew of, at least)—a redhaired man, sitting with his back against the wall about halfway down, smoking a cigarette. Hakkai was only able to give him a cursory glance before his john drug him inside with a tug on his wrist, but Hakkai could have sworn the redhead gave him a wink before he was out of sight.

Twenty minutes later and Hakkai was flung back out into the same hallway, his clothes half undone and rumpled, his breathing slightly elevated. A wad of money was thrown after him, and as Hakkai scrambled to pick the notes up, he could hear a low, rumbling chuckle accompanying him.

Glancing up, he saw that the redhaired young man had not yet moved from his position, a lit fag perpetually hanging from his mouth or from his fingers, doing a slow burn. The man flicked a piece of his long hair back; it caught the dim light of the hallway and made Hakkai’s world sparkle for just a flash of a moment, like jewels soaked in blood.

"Hey," came the greeting, as low and sexy and even laughing as Hakkai imagined when he had been on his knees, the overweight businessman behind him. He had envisioned the tips of that pure red hair licking his back as he was fucked, and the hands that gripped his hips became firmer, younger, and stronger in his mind. Anything to make it through the night, even if it was just a fantasy about a pretty stranger in a rundown building.

"I’m sorry." Hakkai finished picking up the bills and stood up, his movements hurried. He felt shame that this beautiful man had seen him at what he considered to be his personal worst. "I have to go."

"Sure, pretty." Hakkai didn’t bother to turn around and watch the man’s blood-soaked eyes as they followed him down the corridor and out into the night.

**

Gojyo sighed and finished his cigarette, grinding it out on the frame of the door he was leant against. He started when it was opened without warning and looked up into a hard gaze. "Break’s over. Get back out on those streets and earn your keep."

With a grimace, Gojyo got up and slouched away. As he made his way back to his familiar post under the street lamp, he wondered, somewhere in the back of his head, just where that pretty dark-haired guy had gone.

He also wondered, as he was eyed like a piece of candy on a string by men and women alike—his hipbones jutting out suggestively—if the shame he saw in those fathomless green eyes was reflected in his own.