Night-life Loving- Part 2: The Pariah’s Gaze (Patreon)

(new Art below when the scene happens!~ :3)

Topics and CW: Alcohol usage, anonymous sex, attempted blackmail, attempted drugging, BDSM, body worship, blood, chastity, curious male lead, degradation, drug usage, dystopia, extreme aftercare, leather, light exhibitionism, light homophobic slurs usage, mentions of assault, MLM orgies, oral sex, rimming, Second-hand embarrassment, sensitive emotional topics, substance abuse, threats of violence, t4t relationships, vagina,

Part 2: The Pariah’s Gaze

Rob kept up his calm walk down the azure hues of a clay hallway. The architecture of the Old World somewhat defaced by the newer rooms smashed into their underground storage. Clear signs of Cellgrade usage on uncovered wooden support-beams that prevent the hundreds-year-old wood from caving inward. Only just a few feet away from the first orgy Rob had every seen; his thick cock throbbed at the images of those men playing in the back of his mind. The temptation of that room pushed away for the goal he had. Analyzing the remaining spaces he had yet to travel in the wine cellar of the pariah.

Save for the room opposite of the threesome: the rest of the parts of the wine cellar were full. It was barely about to be 7pm and it sounded like the Pariah’s Palace was in full operation for the last 3 hours.

‘Does the pariah let people party here this early? Does he even make money from all the illicit acts in his walls, why allow any of this at no cost if most of this stuff could get your arrested?’, Rob contemplated to himself with a tired expression in his head. His cock unable to soften.

Only a few other rooms had no curtains, so he only saw the allusion of what happened from the silhouettes of people in there. Young elites in their 20’s fouling around, hands glossing over laughing partners between their thighs before their forms faded in with the shadow of their beds. Some of those couples held mixing between Men, Women, and other kinds of people. Rob could barely make out much of the context from the noises that came behind the curtains as they expressed lust, joy, or relaxation. Others were not in the middle of sex: some had Bachlorette parties, and karaoke gatherings. A strange mix of illegal and lewd gatherings all intermingling in the same area, barely covered by some curtains.

Rob was confused by those seeking out mundane celebrations here, but he assumed some of those gatherings were definitely illegal by groups like the MSE: The Morality Standard Enforcement. A special enforcement-corp dedicated to decency, no matter how many people needed to be publicly flogged or reeducated to achieve such. So, Rob tried keeping his business away from the curtained rooms, as anyone trying to avoid the MSE were most like not his enemy.

Excluding the threesome, 5 more uncovered rooms up ahead held similar patterns Rob noticed. As they housed more people like those 2 men: most rooms had 1 person waiting naked in there with the same leather mask, and where closer to the entrance solely on the right-side of the cellar. ‘Maybe whoever runs this place put some kind of rule for easy access? And it looks like it isn’t just guys like me?’, Rob thought as he stumbled onto a sight he stopped by.

Two leather mask dropped by doorframe of the arch; as a few feet away uncaring of Rob’s present were two men intersecting in a way the vigilante hadn’t seen before. Realizing fast that these men interlocked in their make-out, and by the bright toy between their crotches. The neon-toy glowing in the blue hues as it disappeared from their shared penetrated. Slowly making out more of these men: Rob saw many distinct traits as he lingered once again from a curiosity he needed to satiate.

The shorter of the pair had darker-golden skin, his pecs underscored by even top scars mostly healed as his brighter nipples were pierced by rings. Sweat forcing his curly hair down to obscure his grunting, forcing his lover’s knees downward and deeper into the double-ended dildo. Sporting a matching Angle-heart tattoo on their left shoulder, Rob realized that he was using their stronger build to hold up their taller partner. The chubbier of the two, his glistening skin-tone deeper than Rob’s, as the hairier man had top scarring around where his nipples would be, his chest bouncing along the rhythm of penetration. His lighter hair wrapped in a small bun, as his longer arms gripped the back of his boyfriend’s head, the only one of the pair keeping a lustful eye out for Rob staring into their session in the middle of the hallway. Their tongues unable to stop their entanglement, despite the shorter one’s grunting as his taller lover moaned insatiably as their wet thrust between their legs echoed in their chamber.

Rob was very excited by how familiar and unfamiliar this was too him. He had been with people with vagina’s before, but had to reserve his true inhibitions around sex since they were woman brought as marriage candidates by his parents. Toys, hell, even oral reciprocation to those women would have gotten him an earful from all the parents involved. The things these men did to each other….gave him more of a sense of yearn than the threesome he encountered. Peaking at their legs from sheet bravery, he saw more than the impaling of two different vaginas. Sure, the shorter lover’s opening was more hidden by darker flaps that hid a bright pink clitoris as from the continued thrusting into their partner. Yes, the taller boyfriend’s flashed the softest, puffiest pussy Rob had the pleasure of seeing. As the t-dick was constantly teased by the bright pink toy it rode on, it’s protruding bud trembling as if it was a vibrating toy running out of battery before a big climax. It was everything about their embrace that made Rob….excited and sad. Nodding at the gaze of the taller boyfriend, Rob continued walking as he tried not to think about the love he lacked in his life.

‘have. Have I missed out on loving like that? With anyone. Is it too late to find love, knowing what I know and doing what I can to save this city?’ Rob contemplated. The vision of his face in his mind downhearted, as he solemnly walked down the last of the rooms where these leather-masked Cellar-Toys waited. Keeping an awareness of his surroundings through the loneliness he felt, Rob quickly analyzed the last 4 uncovered ones in the last 2 arches closer to the entrance.

One person whose features with a mix of androgynous features, a Man, and two women of drastically different body shapes. Likely for those who could not satiate their lewd natures in public in fear of flogging or worse. Allowed to be the nude, toys for anyone that can use them in the open. Rob looked at all four of these people: a person with fire-like tattoos along the chest with scars below their pecs but no bottom surgery, a young man at least 3 years younger than him with pale skin and hairy frame. And 2 ladies with skin that glowed darker from the blue light, one much taller than Rob. Their quivering forms enticing his denied urges even more\. But, many parts inside of Rob were turned off from all of this. He was not looking for a toy or anything quick, he wanted something more from the person he could sleep with. Touch. Connection. Care. A savoring of flesh that did more than satisfy a quick urge, but scratched his need for something close to companionship. Like the couple he saw. A special kind of unity that allowed him to love someone, unabashed and as passionately as he could manage emotionally. Physically worth trying his damnedest too, if he found a partner that could love a man with an unmoving face.

Rob walked passed these rooms with his feigned confidence, unable to hide his throbbing erection as he passed the last 3 rooms. 2 of which for 2 different drugs that Rob stayed very clear from. A den for Mynt: a synthetic opioid based on an old herb that slowed time in a minty scent.

The room on his left was filled with 12 people. 10 of which were frozen in place, eyes unable to register anything outside their space. Unlike the other rooms, their was 3 couches smashed together where these clothed individuals rested at odd angles. Their forms stuck to some old world screen to what looked like some cartoon playing at normal speed. The occasion laugh bursting out from most of them at once as their mind deluded the length of the show like one plays with dough: stretched in wild ways. They had the trappings of some alt group, likely Irregulars focused on old age tech by how less refined they dressed. Rob guessed they were club regulars by how comfortable they were to take a drug that made them powerless. He caught the glances of their ‘baby-sitters’, two people in a fashion of clothing exotic for the area. Their faces covered by headscarf as their heads were focused on laptops. Overlooking the Mynt den of people that were either coworkers or….maybe friends. One of those babysitters looked at Rob, as he registered he was staring too long again. Seeing nothing opposite of the Mynt den, Rob walked away and accidentally crossed to the next enclave to try and avoid being recognized.

Before the final set of rooms, Rob was exposed to people on Flurry: a caffeinated that gave people a rush of passionate emotions at the cost of extreme burnout. Rob saw a cup of the spiked drug beneath his shoe, a sparkly red-additive that glimmered pink crystals when left long enough in a liquid. He looked to the couple that had drank it: their naked forms just a few feet away from a frozen Rob.

Almost as if in a trance: 2 very sweaty young men had sex in the doorway of their room as if Rob was not there at all. A fit man, likely some fraternity boy, getting his blonde ass pounded by a man of the same group with slightly darker hair to the point his continuous climax meekly dripped from his erect cock like a broken faucet. His lover pounding away almost louder than the synthesizer up stairs. Their eyes glazed in the act, both lovers groaned louder-and-louder in their intimate union. The one continuous penetrating his boyfriend, unable to let go of the bottom as they mindlessly fucked in front of Rob. Rob guessing because in their flurried state, only they existed together.

Behind them was the 1st orgy rob ever saw. All around were were 5 other pairings of young men of similar builds as those by the door but with different features. Around 12 people in total in this to stop interlocking forms with a lover. A pile of clothes from the same university thrown to the side of the bed signifying they did come from the same frat. Each pair having one matching piercing on the same left nipple, 6 different symbols ringed on their pec from the same metal. Despite another crazy scene in front of him, Rob spent a small amount of time collecting the information of what was in front of him. A quick analysis to try and take his mind of the intense scene that….made those urges worse within his pants from the sensual display.

‘Judging by the crystalline residue at the corners of the room, the markings, and similar physiques: this is a ritual? Maybe….some high ranking men in queer relationships expressing their tabooed romance. Just in the most….hedonistic way possible. Have these guys been forced to stay in this room to be together most of their relationships, or do they just use it for their intimacy?’, Rob thought to himself in his analysis. Letting his arousal take a back set to make sure this was a consensual meeting between lovers rather than something nefarious, his pants tenting harder as he looked more in depth past the initial couple.

Rob clocked where the rest of the Flurry was added to instigate the orgy, transfixed on the moment of pure hedonistic love. A small table in the middle of the room had a large silver jug surrounded by spilled red plastic cups, the contents of active Flurry sparkling out of them. Outside of the initial lovers, Rob saw 3 separate couples that inhaled cock while their lover laid their backs on the bed in a daze of intense moaning. The hums of sanctification escaping the men that drowned in the pubes of their boyfriends, light gagging escaped their desperate throats as they forgot to stop swallowing a cock they did not want to stop drinking from.

The last two pairs were fucking in positions Rob had not seen before.

One was pinned to the wall as his ankles were spread as far as possible for maximum penetration, his body squished by his larger lover as his long shaft stabbed deeply. The smaller bottom’s moans muffled by thick fingers as he groaned from his taller partner biting into his neck from behind. Second pair was getting thirsted midair air: the bottom had his knees held up between his top’s arms, the bottom’s head almost touching the ceiling as he drooled mindlessly from the intense love making. His climax still hopelessly leaking from the penetration.

‘I heard Flurry was used a powerful aphrodisiac. But this was a lot, but at least this was a conscious decision between adults’. Rob sighed in his mind as he grew less uncomfortable by the hedonism in front of him.

Growing less repulsed by their sexual acts in the palace, Rob thought about why a bunch of prestigious college students would do this here instead of somewhere more comfortable, seemingly often enough to bring drugs to stain the same room from long-term use. Before settling on the fact that they might be monitored from how important their families are.

‘These blonde, athletic, college men were likely dolls to whatever oppressive inheritance they were shackled too. One’s that could lead to their death if they were outed as gay, let alone in positions like this’, He pieced together in his head as he started stepping back to give them their privacy. He pitied these college kids for having to hide like this, knowing that whatever love held in these walls would not last once they were assigned their wives once college was over. If not for the signs, he would have guessed the worse for them rather than this strange union. Rob only knew Flurry was used for struggling lovers, but was also used as a popular date-rape substance for a reason.

Before Rob left the area where the frat orgy took place, his hearing finally picked up a familiar sound buried by their song of intimacy. The whining of old, handheld machinery that costed a lot of money due to the analog methods of recording it provided to those who wanted to avoid FCU regulation. Its noise of filming registering in Rob’s head made him rush into the room without thinking twice. Ducking past the initial couple from the side of the door frame away from their intimacy, he rushed to dodge the lover holding his partner midair. Avoiding the athletic pair of men unable to process Rob, he smacked down an abandonware device he saw on the Hub. The old camera shattering into pieces from his fist, his stone face for once portraying the sheer focus he felt in his mind. An old fashioned tripod crashing besides the black plastic of the device that one held viable film of the orgy. Rob taking the film as an extra precaution.

“whatever... relations you have here, ….your privacy mean life or death. no one should have power over you like this", Rob said to the couples in front of him. Unable to understand his presence or the actions he took whatsoever.

Despite the ick of the situation, Rob walked out more confident from his deed. An act he would do for anyone regardless of where they stood in the ladder of the society he hated. ‘So long as the situation feels wrong to my gut’, Rob thought to himself in hyper focus. Letting his mind prepare itself for other acts of blackmail and cruelty he can encounter deeper into the palace. Despite the debauchery going on, it was clear to him a lot of different type of patrons needed this place to be themselves away from a government that would do awful things if they learned what they were.

As Rob made it to the last set of rooms, he was exposed to a shop by his right that took up 2 full rooms. Clear signs of the HN’s work all over the operation. The seal of the Tycoon all over it, likely one of his own shops: along the old fashioned wooden both was an insignia in the shape of two opposing hands clasping palms as they trade coins. A young woman in similar tones to Rob gave him a nod as she kept watch over her stalk of illicit goods. Toys, safe sex materials, etc. Her focus on an analog, book-like device with a glass screen she used to view something illuminating her face against the blue lighting of the basement. Walking away as he reached the last stop of his destination to the pariah, as he looked to the staircase leading upstairs.

Having finally made it to the entrance into the 1st floor, Rob rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead using his dominate hand. As he pushed the trapdoor upward.

‘….THAT HALLWAY COULD NOT HAVE ENDED SOON. Please LET MY INFORMATION BE ON THE FIRST FLOOR’, Rob thought in his mind with a scream. Releasing a lot of his anxiety trying to keep it cool as he walked out of the staircase from the wine cellar and into a small wine closest. Long enough to be able to open the door outwards, Rob immediately pushed the entrance with ease as his stoic features were consumed by neon lights.

The rising volume of the synthesizer’s blasted into the open stairwell like a gust of wind. A burst of sound that invaded every space around Rob as he was met with the roaring night gathering that partied to its rhythm. Closing the door behind him, the stone-faced man quickly deduced a few things from his available surroundings.

First, was that the crowd was very evasive of being near the cellar door, and by associate the wall facing the rest of the neighborhood. He saw a young couple fool around by the door, before their third-wheel dragged them by their arms away from the it, their tall third-wheel shouting; “No Door-action, you morons! Unless you want to have your rep ruined for life OR WORSE”. Confirming a few rumors Rob had learned about the neighborhood keeping watch 24/7 on anyone going through the front door.

The second fact made Rob feel self conscious. He worried about how good his civilian wear was around his tight body. Most people here did not sport his broader frame, the neon lights highlighting the muscle he usually concealed in leather along with his rich cinnamon skin. Unlike the many bodies that strobe in hip attire for their age, Rob stood out as being older than around 2/3 of the crowd that kept their distance from the entrance to the wine cellar. A few younger patrons that were sober whistled to him. Some cat-called him, their taste in older men like him making Rob feel….appreciated despite the rudeness. While others showed actual disdain by laughing at him before shrinking to their friend groups.

Rob hesitated walking into that gathering. After the countless lewd, and illegal acts downstairs that he endured: the amount of bodies that formed the crowd in front of him made Rob nervous. It could make escape difficult if he got swarmed on discovery of his true identity by loyalist. Or he got jumped because of his skin tone alone. Or any other features Rob had no control over. He could take down a lot of these youths easily, cellgrade’s or not. But that would be a dangerous waste of time. Rob’s only signs of physical worry were his fist clenching as his fingers dug into his palms. Before his hesitation gave way, instinct forcing his legs to move on their own into the waves of bodies on the dance floor.

Thankfully, Rob was a tall man, and it seems a lot of the people here were not sober enough to pay attention to him as he weaved through huddles of bodies mingling to the music or friend groups. Barely passing by a small swarm of couples dancing tight around each other. A few...were kissing throughout the chaos of the dance floor, their clashing androgynous aspects hiding….any of the familiar customs people like them or Rob would be forced in the streets. An expression of who they are, safe from scornful eyes as they embraced each other as who they really were. A parade of colors twirling, interlocking, and vibing in a display of harmony Santa Nueva severally lacked. Calming his nerves a bit, the taller man tried continuing into the horde of dancing forms. Rob losing sight of those pairs as he traveled deeper into the rest of party goers that mired his path.

Save for the deafening electronic music that dampened his senses as he tried navigating to his directive. Desperately searching for the signs of the club’s owner. The pariah had a few distinct features of his appearance he had learned from rumors of this place: an older, short man with a heart tattoo on his face, blue eyes, and the signature pink robe. Rob was trying hard to find anyone that fit that description, the club’s layout not making it easy for him.

Walking over tiles, Rob pieced together that much of this villa was fully converted into a club. Haphazardly destroyed and refitted to house this many bodies: Rob saw that a lot rooms were demolished to make more than enough space for clubbing. Support pillars reinforced as the outlines of walls were all that remained from additional areas Rob guessed they likely were once a kitchen, servant quarters, guest bedrooms, etc. Much of the original living space repurposed for some of the dance floor; windows tinted along with the walls soundproofed. The old kitchen fully redecorated for access to a bar: antique wooden shelving, wood booth tables, and rows used for many drinks Rob did not have names for.

Across from the bar was an elevated platform were dancers gave space to the DJ. A skinny, somewhat fit man toiled with many old world tech to provide the audience with contraband music. His frame and very pale skin causing Rob to take guesses as to who he was. Rob’s intuition about identity hidden by the DJ’s motorcyclist gear that covered much of his form, the light’s strobe making it even harder to guess who the DJ was. His deep set of red irregular-biker attire clashing hard with the neon lights that shone in blinking consistency. The sea of party goers an extra layer of protection as he kept his business at the heart of the party. It’s surrounding colors hiding whether his white-yellow hair was natural, a potent sign of his cellgrade effecting his cosmetic anatomy. Or...maybe a trick of the light to whatever hair dye he might use for the extra red streaks as well. Rob focusing on his body as the DJ maneuvered blocks of vintage wear, their boxes of plastic keeping the party going before his masked face turned to something Rob could not pick up.

Until Rob heard someone’s voice break through the crowd from an extended note break caused by the DJ staring at the man commanding him. “Mr.DJ, MR.DJ! Please be my life saver, And PUT on my Mixtape! Let these kids hear some of the classics already~”, shouted a man with features Rob had been looking for all night.

As a new song played that got a lot of the crowd confused before the latest track sparked their excitement. In contrast to the blaring lights and synthetic music of the Pariah’s Palace; the Villa’s property outside was dark and silent. Betraying the raging party, Rob moved as stoically to the man he heard from across the DJ’s island of music. His face finally portraying the emotions from inside himself. Beats of sweat showing the cracks in his determination as he clocked why this man was his target.

Pink. A very specific shade of pink that the Pariah was obsessed with to the point he only wore it when seen in gatherings. Flaunting it via an old fashioned bathrobe like it was attire fit for a prince, considering the Pariah was some-kind of royalty to be afforded so much privilege. Rob also knowing by the color, that the shade was extremely rare to make in the new age, or to harvest from nature.

Getting away from the sea of dancers, Rob swung around the thinning crowd of party goers to the edge of the added booths of the bar area. Passing small duos and groups, Rob finally reached the man he was looking for. As said individual snorted cocaine openly as if it was an hourly dose of medicine. Seated across the bar table where Rob stood, was the Pariah wearing a bright pink bathrobe as he dipped his nose to the surface booth where he inhaled said drug. Looking at his robe, Rob speculated that the pariah...might be only wearing that garment as he crossed his legs without resistance of anything.

He began speaking as the music died down enough to have his voice heard. “i heard your lair was chaotic, but i was not expecting a night club like this?”, Rob questioned the man far from him at the booth. Trying to make the conversation sound small and insignificant.

The man he looked to, seemed to not hear him immediately. Rob analyzing the person before him on a retro-style golden booth with red velvet cushioning. His isolation along the row of lavish seats...made Rob feel a bit awkward as the only man approaching him.

A few feet away from Rob was a very familiar man with pale skin and black hair. Piercing blue eyes that accentuated not just his now skinny form but his unkempt facial fuzz. Matching the only piece of clothing this guy wore was a small heart tattooed in the same shade of pink beneath his left eye. Once clean cut hair still kept short as Rob remembered, but wild in its small confides. These features brought back memories of either crossing paths along the HN, or seeing his image on some type of bounty board. But there was no way the Pariah could be one of the people that came to mind, his current circumstances reeked of privilege than an Irregular.

“you are maverick ansai....are you not?”, Rob spoke bluntly as he collected his thoughts on who he saw, already certain his lead was another dead end by the few guessed pinging in his mind.

Rubbing his nose, the man in pink looked up in a coy smile. His eyes cringing in a delight he practiced over years to feign interest as he spoke: “Yeah??? ANDdd Who Wants To Kno-”, was all the man sitting down managed to say before his words froze. His full, undivided attention on Rob, his blue eyes fixating as widely as possible to bask in the sight of Rob. Filtering his whole perception on him as if he was a cherished lover, despite the fact Rob was positive he was just a stranger to the Pariah as he stood across from him. Those blue eyes took all of Rob in, as the man in pink stared from his seat at the bar. Stuck on him as if he was the only other man in the room.

Rob began speaking, unaware of just how transfixed the Pariah in pink was on him; Rob’s stone-like face capturing his determination for answers. Keeping contact with the pariah’s eye sight as he sat next to him on an adjacent booth. Flexing his broad back as his rear sank from the plush seat, as he continued speaking to the oddly silent person that spoke to him a second ago. Trying hard to focus on the Pariah as neon lights of pink and blue went off above their heads as the dancing on-goers became more lively.

“my name is rob. i have been informed you might have some info. information that could help my cause. so i would appreciate a conversation with you. about said info. alone”, Rob spoke in confidence as his unfazed eyes sagged in their usual spot with his stoic tone. No sweat breaking the illusion of bravery or sternness from his stagnant expression. Hoping his words hit the Pariah’s waning attention span, praying this man truly had what he needed on the FCU’s power core. But as he tried to speak once more, his eyes caught the shrinking blue iris’s of the man a few feet away from him in full. Their ethereal blue orbs spoke of a potent cellgrade, as their stare looked deeply into every inch of Rob as if his power worked only from full perception. Though, Rob was sure that was not the case.

Their transfixed state reading Rob not out of interest, but by something Rob could not recognize. Unsure if the man in pink listened to his words instead of just hear them. The look on his face as he studied Rob made the taller man guess Rob looked...familiar to him. As if the Pariah was staring at a ghost of someone else, maybe? ‘No, Maverick A. might know who I am already by reputation, considering I could have sworn I’ve seen his face from somewhere in the HN’, Rob thought to himself as he chose to speak again. Sitting uneasy by the lack of communication on the other end, as he tried speaking once more.

“are you okay with that? going to a more secluded area together to speak alone?”, Rob continued as he looked into those blue transfixed eyes. Taking guesses as to the prolonged silence, likely caused by whatever the Pariah had consumed before Rob sat down, or whatever the club’s owner takes daily.

The Pariah himself did not speak. His mouth sagged open as his face shifted to follow the gaze of Rob as the taller man analyzed the booth they sat in in the deep silence of their company. Many martini glasses piled in isolation of drink. Dotting the space were remaining dashes of white powder Rob was not keen on touching. Despite the increased noise of old age classics, and lack of his breathing; the Pariah was frozen looking at Rob. Thoughts of who, or what, Maverick Anzai recalled as he stared deeply in astonishment at Rob; crossed his mind again before the Pariah spoke. Breaking his own creeping fixation, Maverick’s words caught Rob off guard from the context and because of whose voice they came from. Its cadence familiar to him in passing from somewhere he could not recognize.

“Have...you...ever thought of dying your hair pink?”, was all Maverick said in the tone of a man he could have sworn he heard before. A somewhat deep, masculine voice that had undertones of a gruff personality; spoken in a cadence of sincere intrigue. His face soft, but longing. The edge of a fake or realistic mania unable to creep back to his head like Rob found him in. Maverick’s soft, pink lips closing in the anticipation of something familiar as he waited for Rob to comment.

“what?”, Rob mustered, the version of himself in his mind cringing in confusion. The man next to him finally blinking as he took more sight of the man’s full physique, almost as if he finally got the context Rob just gave him.

“i think you are losing the thread of the conversation, mr.anzai. about us talking-”, Rob spoke before the man sitting down chimed above his voice in a pattern of speak that betrayed the masculine tone he used earlier.

“WAIT, RIGHT. Sureee, I Would Love to Talk to You Right Now~! What exactly-”, Maverick shrieked to Rob in sheer excitement before Rob chimed in.

“talk about something not for everyone’s ears. but ours alone”, Rob replied as he stopped Maverick from speaking by closing in the remaining inches to the sitting man. Leaping off the stool to gain the smaller man’s undivided attention. Looking down to Maverick as he redirected his babble back to the conversation. Rob observed how the Pariah had signs of once being less soft. His supple features thinned from a lack of care, clear signs of broader muscle structure like his frame was a broken statue missing definition. His tender, pale skin not even sweating in the thick pink bathrobe he wore. Definitely being high, Rob saw a manic expression glaze over Maverick as if a natural defense mechanism; a skill practiced for manipulation he guessed. The Pariah collecting himself to continue and speak to Rob.

“FUCK, I’m Sorry by How Crowded it is Today! I got a SHIT Ton of Cocaine from a shipment today!”, Maverick said as if it was a healthy legal statement. Rob chiming in with the best confused “huh?”, his mouth could physically produce as Maverick continued speaking. “One Thing Lead to Another, And I got so Happy That I covered Everyone’s Drinks today. Must have Brought more than my Regulars over!”, Maverick piped out enthusiastically as he used a napkin to clean dashes of Coke from his bar booth.

Rolling his eyes in the motion of his speech, trying to think of anything else to add as his body manically vibrated. His hands going into the chest opening of the bathrobe to pinch and squeeze...something until Maverick connected both palms outwards into a concentrated clap.

“OHHH Oh My God! I got a Fun Idea! Let me go kick people Out of my Bedroom. That way you can stay the night. Let me tell you Whatever you wanted to Know! Ehehe, What ever gets you to stay longer, handsome. I’ll provide~”, Maverick said as flowery as possible. His tone hyped and desperate.

“just like that? no conditions for your time outside of your just your company?”, Rob in said with earnest confusion. Wondering if there were any catches to this deal; considering he would be taken away from public eye with the Pariah, once a good idea until he began remembering who this little man reminded him of.

Maverick’s creeping fixation from his mania softened a bit into...a sadness at the question, as he played with the empty martini glass still standing next to the barely cleaned booth “free” of coke. “I-I mean, we can do more if you want, handsome. Usually guys are interested in my company for the sex, drinks, and party favors. Been….awhile since I had someone as. Sincere. As you actually wanna chat with little ol’ meeee”, Maverick meekly chimed out with masculine tone. As he haunting blue eyes crept to Rob in full as he stretched and slowly got off his stool. Rob grew a bit uneasy as he saw the Pariah move, his analysis picking up wayyy to much details about who this twink might have been once.

Rob’s hair the only signs of how psychically unnerved he was by Maverick.

His mind stuck on the babble he witnessed this skinny man say, as the Pariah fully got out of his seat and closed the distance even more between them from his excitement. To Rob, this Maverick Anzai had the voice and body of someone that used to be very scary to know. A sort of Irregular Rob likely disliked in the under-society of the FCU, whatever past profession this man had alluded him though. The features present made him guess the worst type of freelancers credit could afford in the HN: assassins, dark merchants, blood harvesters, joint-stealers. Rob’s mind went wild as he analyzed Maverick as the little man took more time to babble about his services as he stood near Rob.

Time slowed as the Pariah got closer, saying something that blurred in Rob’s attention span as his mind began overworking to highlight every detail about Mav as pink-robed individual approached.

Despite the masculine voice and former buff build: Maverick acted in the exact opposite of the form he lived with. He presented himself in away that would make people think he could not handle himself in a fight. Even on drugs it was clear he was this manic 24/7. He spoke with a higher pitch tone that his deep voice box could barely muster, but did so without his throat drying out. Did he get really good genes from his family name, but squander it to be this little weirdo millionaire? Or was he some eccentric former mercenary able to live out his decadent ways because the FCU values him?

‘Ooh Shit, I am over analyzing again, I barely caught anything Mr. Anzai said, I need to re-engage-’, Rob though to himself in an internal panic before he noticed changes in his situation. The pariah going quiet as the little man made the distance fully to him.

Of course, I am always done for some company like yours handsome. I. I kinda get worried about if people find me annoying. But you seem nice~ Most of the time they use my mouth for other things, but I won’t hold it against you if you wanna just chattt. I am open, to, anything to. ONLY, if you want too”, Maverick said in a nervous many as his robed arms hugged the broad back of Rob deeper.

Rob shook his head as he suddenly felt two very soft touches on him as he froze in his observation. The feathery, pink cotton of a robe. And the smooth pale skin of the Pariah snugged into his burly chest from his thin shirt. Rob felt crept out by the sudden sensation, but stopped himself from reacting in a cruel way. Worried about acting hostile to the Pariah, and looking bad in this public setting full of people that could get him in major trouble. But also from parts of Rob….that enjoyed the sensations of another man face first into his chest like this. Maverick teasing the defined muscles of Rob’s pecs as they traveled to the tight sleeves to his defined arms.

Rob spoke as Maverick began mumbling promises of what they could do together. Trying to make the interaction seem normal, by the Pariah’s standards, in case others were watching with malicious intent.

“so let me get this straight: everyone just comes here from the promises of drugs and alcohol. how often do people like me come to just talk to you? are you okay with just any stranger in your home? i imagine some of them won’t be kind with your hospitality all the time”, Rob responded from the continued touches from Maverick. His hairy arms raised up as if he did not know what to do with them. The thoughts of hugging the Pariah passing his thoughts as a way to help make the sudden display of affection look mutual. Rob was not opposed to that, he needed to be on this man’s good graces. As he pondered the act, Maverick spoke as his fingers moved to Rob’s neck. The Pariah’s head snuggling closer to the opposite part of his muscles.

“Awww~ Are you worried about Me, sweet thing? That is so cute!!”, Maverick said playfully. The edges of a more sinister joy dripping from the last part of his statement. Not directed to Rob, but by the end of that statement; it sounded like the ideas of any problems his way would be amusing.

Rob did not like that one bit, as he used the hand around Maverick’s back to pull him closer for a moment. Speaking above the Pariah’s head as kindly as he could try to be.

“cute? you should be more worried about yourself. inshallah. all these people every night and not one to worry about you? i don’t know how you could take care of yourself if things go bad-” Rob stopped himself as he rubbed his forehead. Trying to find the write words to vocalized.

“…..maybe you have something up your sleeve i can’t see. but, all i see right now…. is someone who could use more than a coked up college kid to keep him company. when was the last time a real man took the time to get to know you and enjoy it?”, Rob said slowly from his voice’s hard tone. Using his hand to do what felt natural to him when trying to comfort some in this position, as he rubbed and petted the Pariah’s head. Clocking this lonely man as someone clearly starved for positive attention. Hopefully this would land him a private audience with the Pariah, as well as make the little weirdo feel better about himself.

Maverick’s eyes widened like before in Rob’s chest. Breathing in his shirt from the sudden, calming motions of another man’s hand’s caressing his head like this. His thick voice hitching in a deep huff through the fabric covering Rob’s muscles out of relief. The smaller man’s body tensing before submitting itself to the affection Rob give it, Maverick’s fuzzy face rubbing into Rob’s chest as if he was purring. Maverick’s deep voice breathed in a shallow pace as he inhaled whatever presence of Rob he could from the taller man’s shirt.

Desperate for more affection, even Rob felt really good by the prolonged embrace. The sudden intimate act something Rob had also been starved from for many years. No one paid attention to them like this, as Rob let his guard down to pet Maverick’s back and head with his hands. The smaller man melting into the embrace in a small whine as Rob wished he could smile. To psychically show just how serious his enjoyment of this intimacy was to him, and to show the Pariah the good time a proper man can give him. Rob’s lack of experience with the same sex in any intimate light, ignored by his instincts of care.

Rob’s thick, firm palms soothing Maverick out of his manic state for a few more seconds before Rob was suddenly pushed away. The hand that separated their contact not rough, but definitely scared by the euphoria the touch gave him. Rob feeling the same hand that pushed him away bury some of its fingers under his chin. The bare sensations of the pariah’s rough hands were cold, cooling off the heat Rob had felt being in the club. A clear sign of the Pariah being playful, but also keen on Rob’s touch staying on his skin. Maverick’s other hand touching his own face endearingly as Maverick attempted to play up his manic eccentric personality once more as a sort of wall, Rob guessed. Maverick’s eyes holding a soft desperation, a need, for what Rob suggested to show just how good that contact made him feel.

“you, You really are sweet, Sir. If you are offering to keep my company tonight as more than the ‘“you, You really are sweet, Sir. If you are offering to keep my company tonight as more than the ‘Usuals’ do, then I would love to have you as my sole audience!", Maverick jumped in a rising interest. His moping eyes sparking Up their ethereal-blue sparkle as he....began to chuckle. Holding his head with one hand as his blush crept over his face, turning his head away from Rob's concern. The taller man stepping closer a little in confusion as Maverick sharply turned back in glee.

"It Will be Fun! Us. Alone! T--tTTogether. I’ll give you any info you need for any special topic, any information I can offer,...T- talk about our feelings too?? Ooh, And the Best Sex You Will ever have! Isn’t that a steal!~...Wh-hwat do you say?”, Maverick divulged to Rob in slew of butchered tones. His natural, deeper voice betraying the yearning he felt for something outside the normal for his time with party goers, Rob guessed.

Surprised at how easy it was to seduce the Pariah by the little ounce of intimate care a stranger like him gave to the small weirdo. Sure, Rob was genuine in wanting to spend time with the man he needed information out of. ‘But….did the Pariah actually have people in his life to give him the bare minimum of affection until now?’, Rob screamed in his mind. The little emoticon that expressed his true feelings pulling his hair by how pained he felt hearing this man speak more.

Despite his inner monologue screaming, the smaller person...began growing on Rob a little.

The yearning he shared for contact, reflected his own needed for sensations his job denied him. This enjoyment was almost buried by more pressing emotions he felt from this entire conversations. As Rob looked around to make sure they were alone in this discussion.

Not a single person sat by them at the bar, the bartender staying far from the owner of this house as he tried to remain on standby. Failing to keep his tone at a higher pitch of excitement, the longing Maverick displayed for Rob was doing things for his self-esteem. ‘The plan for being alone with him made the Pariah feel….good too’, Rob guessed.

Rob was going to get his information, or at least confirmation if this source was false. And….he felt compelled to have proper time alone with this odd man. In a way, Rob felt a need to be wanted too, and seeing Maverick living up to the title of Pariah in his own house party did not sit well with him. Everyone else practically avoided his presence more than the front door. He let his chin rest harder on Maverick’s fingers to show his enjoyment of the little man, enthused to getting everything he needed from him….and other things he had not considered coming here for.

“if you are this upfront with everyone, i worry more for you. but i would still cherish an audience with you. if sex is involved as well, i hope you do not mind me staying overnight to...take care of you?”, Rob discerned with a soft worry. Maverick’s eyes widdening at the question as the taller man continued.

“when was the last time a man enjoyed your company and stayed to make you breakfast? To see you….happy and attended too?”, Rob spoke as seductively as he could muster. His throat drying from the attempt as he let his defined chin rub harder into Maverick’s hand, his full palm holding Rob’s head as an attempt to keep skin contact between them. Mav’s touch cooling the warm throat of Rob as the taller man tried desperately to show his enthusiasm.

Maverick began blushing, having fully been won over by Rob’s actions. The edges of his smile barely peeking teeth as he pulled away from Rob’s chin. Turning away to start a new tangent, separating their physical connection by almost 2 feet. Clasping his head and parts of his robes with his hands as he spoke loud enough for Rob to hear.

“oooh my god you serious. it’s going to be so GREAT to have you all alone with me! The sex will be so Fire~, I promise. You-y-you might even wanna come back to see me again?”, Maverick said in a tirade from his gruff voice. The manic undertones unable to hide from his loneliness. Physically turning his body away from Rob as he held a hand to his head in delighted speculation, before straightening out like a line. As Maverick rotated to face Rob, fidgeting with his fingers close to his face as he had something embarrassing to ask.

“if-if you don’t mind, could….I have one last...hug? I already promised you some alone time~ But. but. what you gave me felt...really nice. If you don’t want to i get it-”, Maverick pleaded pathetically as he bounced around what he wanted from Rob. Until Rob opened his arms up for the little man. Making the manic face of the desperate club owner, melt. His ethereal, deep blue eyes cringing in a longing matched by Rob’s need for the Pariah’s info, the undertones of Rob’s yearning for contact guiding both of them closer.

‘this is sad, am I the only guy to show an interest in him, like, EVER?’, Rob thought to himself in astonishment. The version of himself in his head appeared as a somber, tender joy. Taking his stagnant eyes off the stunned pariah by the sudden difference in their environment. As around their island of isolation, groups began mingling...slower? No. They connected with others...due to being locked in a slow dance for couples.

Around the two men, the club’s atmosphere changed.

Playing in front of the conversation were romantic tunes, remixed for saucier dancing. The music clearly sealed the deal for Maverick as Rob saw him clear the distance between them; the pariah more eager this time for their embrace from Rob’s instigation. Mav looked a little shy from this, clearly taken a back by Rob’s initiative, as he continued to be wooed. As Rob rushed the last of the inches that separated him from hugging the Pariah once more. Their unity this time….feeling different.

Enjoyable, yes.

Soft, yes.

But the intimacy between them did not just feel like the Pariah in pink hugging some tall stranger. Letting Maverick embrace tighter, Rob took even more steps to secure his audience with Mr.Anzai in ways the little guy needed; using his strong arms to caress his back in their embrace. As they snugged out of sight of everyone else, simulating almost a dance as their bodies swayed from the connection.

Eyes half closed, Maverick was breathing through the thin shirt that barely contained the tone pecs of Rob. Inhaling, and exhaling a steady pace in a deep, soft whine hidden away from the party going on around them. The arms of the bathrobe clinging desperately to the wide back of the taller man, barely using fingernails from the tightening hug the Pariah did not want to let go from. Getting deeper as Rob used one arm to wrap around the back of the Mav to ensure he was comfortable in place of their hug. The other muscular hand petted the smaller man, sinking into his black hair as the palm traveled down his neck. A shiver traveled fast down Maverick’s body, forcing the Pariah to sink his legs deeper into the man that help him in place by the bar. Their forms warming in place, as Rob felt his erection tighten inside his pants, contained by tight boxers. Forcing his legs into the intermingling of Maverick’s knees, Rob felt…no resistance in the shade of Mav’s robe between where his crotch would rest in.

‘W-wha? Is...Did he really forget to put on any-?’ Rob started to internalize with a mental image of himself in rising concern. Until the other arm traveled the trembling, soft body of Maverick Anzai past his neck to exposed back. Forcing Mav to groin deeper into Rob’s pecs, thrusting his crotch into the taller man’s knee from their union. Rob’s leg getting hit...but something throbbing and wet. “maverick….are you wearing anything under that robe of yours?”, Rob finally asked as the realization hit him like the small cock on his knee.

Breaking Maverick’s enjoyment, as his eyes shot wide-open in panic. Tapping Rob’s back as he asked to push away, trying hard to cover his crotch as he walked a few inches away as Mav was unable to hide his crotch. Flashing Rob. The pariah’s small, pale cock bounced from the cute balls that drooped a little from the big sack he had; 3 inches that perked upward at a 90 degree angle from pure arousal. Dripping a small sliver of precum until it was brushed away by the pink bathrobe. ‘they can get that small? Is it...supposed to be that cute?’ Rob thought earnestly as he stared at the panicking twink.

“fuck. FUCK. Shit. Shit.shitshitshit I can’t fuck this up with you, I am Sooo Sorry, I don’t usual wear this-. no I can’t say that it makes me sound more like a Freak FUCK. You’re Probably Disgusted. You’re PROBABLY Grossed Out by a guy wearing almost Nothing in his Own Club. I- Can’t, I Can’t-”, Maverick started melting down in front of Rob. Fidgeting violently as he bit down his fingernails in his rushed panic, squeezing his knees tighter to help hide his crotch as Mav held the robe over his visible erection.

‘Oh God He is Naked, Naked. I Mean, it’s his house, but STILL’ Rob thought in worry. Getting closer, he was almost swatted away until his thick palms sank into the shoulders of a demoralized Maverick. His sudden presence in the unending spew of self-loathing barely pierced by the firm, but careful grasp of his hands as Rob tried getting the smaller man’s full attention. “stop. why are you freaking out about being a streaker. this is your club? sure, i would be uncomfortable if this was someone else doing this at a different place, especially if they were non consenting and with children in the area. i had to walk past orgies to get to you”, Rob tried to assure Maverick. The thought bubble in his mind slowly getting freaked out as he held his patience for Maveric. Trying harder to not beatdown this clearly stuggling man.

“this is not bad, maverick. i don’t consider you a freak. i don’t consider you gross. just someone i still want to spend the night with. for more than just information. for…. all of you”, Rob reassured the smaller man as Maverick turned to face his the man holding his shoulders.

The pariah avoided Rob’s gaze until one of the firm hands went from his left shoulder. Maverick flinching from the sudden touch, as the smaller man’s chin was grabbed tenderly. Forcing Mav to witness the stale demeanor of Rob’s unmoving face in contrast of the loving hand that caressed his lower face. As Rob’s words reassured him worse; “do i make you that hard just by showing you genuine interest in everything you can offer me? please don’t feel shy, i want to know how you feel about me”, Rob insisted as sincerely as his voice could struggle to. His hand doing much of the handy work as it went from holding the chin to the bottom of his head.

“yes. You. you make me really happy in...certain ways I haven’t had the pleasure of Enjoying. In some. Time, with someone. I don’t know. I feel like I can, enjoy being with you like this. I know we just met, but how are you not revolted by how much of a weirdo I can be? How am I Not something you still want to sleep with? Let Alone hold like this? Info or not, are you sure I am worthy of your time?”, Maverick admitted in a raspy defeat. Unable to hide his shame, let alone the passion he felt for Rob. His eyes closed enough to keep staring close to Rob, trying hard not to stare at the taller man in full, until Rob spoke back.

“i liked what i saw. i don’t know much of your habits, since we just met. so i can’t fault you for being somewhat of a nudist. considering the things going on in your cellar, i assumed you would be worse-”, Rob assured. Mavierck turning away, until he felt the larger man’s fingers grip….lovingly onto the Pariah’s face after the heard Rob speak.

“-instead, i am faced with a person i want more than my initial goals with. someone i, would want to explore unique territory with. one i can admire for their softness. one whose, yearning can…. resonate with mine-”, Rob paused as he cupped more of Mav’s face. Squishing the soft cheek to get the smaller man’s full attention as he continued. Maverick whimpered a little how how tender Rob’s palm was.

“i know what it can be liked to be turned down by certain aspects that can unnerve others. but that shouldn’t stop you from finding company”, Rob paused as he stared deeply into Maverick’s focused eyes. Finding his fuzzy face cute and sooo Soft as he squished his face in continuation.

“….from being appreciated. maverick, give me the honor of showing you more than a good time tonight. you will not drive me away by flashing me. i am sure i will savor the….cute little thing hiding in your bathrobe soon enough. if you will still have me?”, Rob relented with as much peace as possible.

Maverick was memorized. Fully engaged in the caring authority in the expression, hand gestures, and words of Rob; the taller man assumed. Taking a few seconds as the song changed into something more fast paced, before the Pariah spoke once more. “you….You think I am Cute? Oh God you Mean It??Shit. Ahah, Shit...Well If you are really interested in me that much, despite some of my aspects. I. I will happily be by you tonight. Just me and you. enjoying each other~ Please, pretty please?”, Maverick pleaded in a confusion of tones. His eyes needy as his voice attempted to be in earnest once he realized Rob was into him. No longer using his legs to grip his thighs closed, the small shadow of his dicklet peeking out from his erection. Rob making the distance with his legs as he used one hand to snuggle Mav’s back as the smaller man’s head was firmly in the other palm.

“please. let us enjoy each other. alone. any business i need can be taken once you feel satisfied enough with my care to give away. alright?”, Rob responded in earnest. As Mav bounced in new found joy at that, squealing a little at the addition assurance. “you don’t have to tell me twice~ Let me just get us something from the road to ma Bed, Aehehe~”, Maverick chimed out in his manic tone. Politely tapping the arms holding him, as Rob released the smaller man to gesture to a man far behind the booth they stood in front of beside the many martini glasses Maverick had downed by himself.

“Ya-hooo~ Bartender! Be a dear and prepare two drinks for me and my, my friend here. On the go, then please kick out whoever is using my bedroom, Pretty Please”, Maverick commanded to the man who operated drink. The older man looked to Maverick to acknowledge his command, before Rob saw that he nodded in a different direction than Maverick. To someone else in the crowd he could not see. His attention taken away from the smaller man going in for a full hug. Maverick burying his small face into Rob’s chest once more, taking a deep inhale of the fabric that separated his muscles as his robed arms held Rob’s back. “i-i really hope i can give you what want when we’re together”, the Pariah said in the saddest tone Rob heard him use.

As Rob was about to comfort him like a few minutes ago, 2 heavy clogs hit the wood besides them. 2 matching martini glasses of blue liquid. Maverick separated from the hug he started to grab them, as the bartender quickly walked away to a staircase by the repurposed bar.

“To Us, Mr, Mr...Shit, what was your name again, handsome?”, Maverick said as he held the glasses between them in celebration. Rob felt like mentioning his previous introduction was rude, as he took caution in keeping up the rapport he had just built with the Pariah.

“rob, you can call me rob, maverick. And i don’t drink, but i appreciate the gesture", Rob spoke as he held the glass into his hand to show his gratitude for the offer but still decline healthy. Maverick smiled a bit, his eyes cringing in a sadness for his assumed thoughts.

“Well, Welp. shit. I am sorry, Rob. I guess I am too...used to Others needing drinks... t-to Bbe around Me. Don’t worry, I will take care of your drink, and get you whatever you want to consume upstairs. Let me down these so they don’t go to waste!”, Maverick responded. A flurry of different emotions crossing his face to try and conceal the shame he felt in his statement and actions. Gently taking Rob’s drink from his hand before downing it, his eyes closed to focus on the liquor. Putting the glass back on the table, Rob saw something happen to Maverick’s drink. The center of it was turning from a blue to...a purple. Almost as if something red had been added to it. As Maverick licked his lips to prepare for the tasty drink besides him, Rob acted fast at the conclusion he came to in horror.

Maverick’s eyes opening wide in surprise, his dumbfounded smile caught off guard by the thick hand smacking the martini glass to the floor away from the bar booth. The filled cup shattering to the tiled ground, as the now fully purple glass began to foam. It’s once blue contents sizzling into another color as small red crystals glittered from the contents scattered on the floor. Forming a pool of liquid that sparkled at the feet of the two men, their sudden expressions of surprise and alert reflected like a mirror. The DJ ending the relaxed romance music from the noise to investigate as the audience around Rob and Maverick looked to them. Those too inebriated danced to music in their head, as the more sober crowd looked confused at the party’s sudden stop. A few crueler smiles focusing at the 2 older men at the bar.

‘Shit’, Rob thought in that moment as he did the one thing he attempted to avoid. As he drew the whole club’s attention.

“Whose the prick ruining our fun?” spoke a man barely leaving his twenties as he left the crowd. His big body and dirty copper hair almost appearing out of nowhere as if invisible. His clothes reeked of privilege and wealth, likely a politician’s son who was suspiciously sober for a rager like this. His gray eyes hostile in their observation of Rob as others of similar age and status started to part the crowd of confused party goers. Rob instinctively getting in front of Maverick as the college youths got closer to the bar area. A flock of around 8 college men in similar fits to the ones of the orgy downstairs: strong, youthful physiques and body types that cried ‘socialite’. Only difference, was the lack of signs of a potent Cellgrade, as the hostile looking man getting within a few feet showed any signs of a real challenge with his hair and eyes. The gloss of saturation from those features mimicking his danger, like the bright colored frogs from the old world.

“Don’t you know the Pariah needed his special medicine to be a tolerable piece a meat? Not like it complains with our special ritual with him. Fucking fairy can’t sleep in peace until he’s reminded how much we love the little freak’s house, no matter how raggedy we leave him afterwards. Didn’t know the old F4gg0T had a cock-pimp that’d take offense to our good time. Guess we’ll have to remind him his place harder when we’re done erasing you from our club”, the thug’s leader said trying to get a rise from Rob.

As he was face to face with some of the blackmailers of the first floor at the Pariah’s Palace. Robs fists clenched as he used his full body to be in front of an ashamed Maverick. The smaller man trying to muster a broker of peace before conflict started, unable to get in front of Rob. Tears welling in desperate eyes as Mav began panicking until he noticed what Rob was doing. Going into his pocket, he quickly rolled boxing tape over his knuckles in full view of everyone.

Some of the haemomancer’s lackeys stepping back at the wordless invitation to violence as they gave their leader space for the inevitable brawl. Encircling the three people around the bar as party goers reacted differently. Some left through the cellar. Others attempted to record on their holo-phones, only for the tech to brick on them. Some cheered them on as they DJ desperately tried to get Rob’s attention from his masked face. Rearing up a song as Rob got ready to get his hands dirty after all.