Royal Rouge Preview
#1 of Royal Rouge Story
AhYeeep.
YOAI!! 00P
Part 1 of the story I have been planning for some time now. . .. . .
Tempted. . . ?
Story and characters (c) me.
Please no stealy! (Though you are MORE than welcome to do fan art for them, as I really CAN'T draw humans. . . or humanish creatures. . .)
Keral wasn't sure why he kept coming back to this bathhouse. He supposed that is was purely to please his father; a high-standing man amongst his own peers. He never liked this place much; it was always filled with old men, who seemed to pride themselves on boasting how many women they've laid over the years.
Leomangue, on the other hand, loved and prided himself on being able to sneak in to this exclusive club looking for loose women.
Leomangue, or Leo, often got 'lucky' here, able to sweet talk the ladies with his street-wise words.
As Leo strode past a group of men laying out in lawn chairs with barely towels covering them, he caught the eye of two; the woman who was blushing at him, and Keral, who watched him pass.
Keral watched as the woman, who was dark haired, giggled and walked out, catching pieces of the conversation.
He knew this guy wasn't part of this club; he must have barely made it inside judging by his clothes, but he drew Keral closer, whether he was aware of it or not.
This one was beautiful - he had a slight tan, that highlighted his brilliant rust colored hair, that blew around his chestnut eyes, that, when they caught the eye line of Keral, bore into his soul.
Keral spent most of the following days hoping to see him stride in as he usually does, and watching his movements when he did.
A week after he'd first laid eyes on this red-haired wonder, he could take no more; he had to act.
He felt the heat come over him quickly, and made his move when he was alone.
Keral grabbed him by the arm and led him away from the people.
"Hey - what?!" Leo managed to squeak out.
"Y-you're not going to report me, are you?"
As Keral dragged him into a closet, Leo's thoughts changed drastically.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" He asked as Keral closed the door softly.
Keral gently brushed Leos' hair from his shocked face.
"No. Please forgive me, my name is Keral, son of Hitatchi, the president of a major electronics corporation, and I would be the one who is killed if this ever got out."
"Y-you're. . .?"
"You are beautiful."
Leo felt himself stare into Kerals' dark black eyes, and for a moment it felt right. He reached out to touch Kerals' shoulder, to make sure this was really happening, but hesitated, and pulled his arm back.
"Leomangue. M-my names' Leomangue."
"Beautiful." Keral whispered, half to his name, half to his face.
"Please forgive me," he repeated, as his hand went lower, "I can no longer resist touching you. If you don't like men, close your eyes. I promise; you'll enjoy this."
Leo felt Keral undo his pants and was shocked that he was slightly excited. As Keral's face sunk lower, Leo placed his hand through his ebony hair and closed his eyes. Not that he didn't like this, but out of instinct at the thrill he was about to experience. . . . .