Title: Playing by the Rules
Author: Clarebear
Translator: FedyKaulitz
Beta Reader: Julia
Rating:
NC17 Pairing: Bill / Bushido
Genre: PWP / Lemon (as in Porn With Plot XD)
Alerts: Drug Use, Language, Lemon
Link to original story: Tokio Hotel Fiction
Summary: Bill against Bushido in a strategy game, arrogance and blatant lust.
Rules are made to be broken ...
Disclaimer: This wonderful story is not mine, but Clarebear, who has kindly granted me permission to translate it and post it in community \u0026lt;3 characters, however, does not belong to me or to you (T_T) and there we get a penny uu Always the same old story, in short, which do you think? XD
Enjoy the fic, come *.*
Playing by the Rules
Chapter 2
September 12, 2007
Bushido handed the porter his tip, closing the door behind him. He glanced at the small room and simply furnished, and his eyes confirmed that the one, no doubt, was the most disgusting hotel where he had stayed since he had become famous. Just what he needed, he thought cynically, because it would have been forced to stay in that hole for several weeks.
The hotel is located in the heart of Dusseldorf, the typical clientele consisted of wealthy tourists who pretended to be interested rustic air, 'renewed', which the owner of the hotel boasted at least twenty minutes down in the lobby. The man had gone on to chatter, proudly showing a picture of William II, who was conspicuously shown himself behind the counter at the reception before it to settle for a good ten minutes the praises of some famous sculptor of the place you ought to know Bushido and, for some reason, also appreciate. The rapper
usually did not like appearing overly rude, but had exceeded the limit when the hotel manager had suggested an enthusiastic tour of the gardens, so potergli show the 'glorious' fountain that had marked the original center of the square Dusseldorf before the hotel had been built over there.
Bushido had reported in a few words of not be interested, after all, what the hotel had to offer historically speaking, but he cared only for its proximity to the newest and most modern recording studio in Northern Europe. For reasons unknown and incomprehensible to the rapper, the study had been built in the basement of the building next door. It was run by Antares Audio Technologies, an American company that jealously guarded the equipment for registration of its ownership, making it available for installation in private practice. The technology was previously only accessible to American artists who book for the time main study of the company, in downtown Los Angeles, but since Antares had recently decided to expand its services to Europe, that's where he found himself Bushido. Fucking in Dusseldorf. In addition to the direction
nuisance and those who were without doubt the slowest elevators throughout West Germany, the hotel was even more intolerable because Bushido had been forced to stay in any of the twelfth floor of a room rather than in one of the penthouses, provided that such a term was applicable to suites on the top floor of that hole. The direction we had taken an incalculable time to explain what could be summarized as, 'Our apologies, Lord, the six suites already been booked by guests who will remain with us until mid-October. '
As a consolation prize for having Bushido confined in a smaller room of the guest bathroom of her home in Austria, the owner had assured him that 'would be taken special measures in favor of his celebrity.' It turned out that the 'special measures' consisted of a couple of free coupons for room service, not valid during peak hours of delivery between 16 and 23:30, and a key for the top floor so that he could use of the private gym and sauna, which were usually reserved exclusively for clients of the suite. The rapper had not been impressed with what the director had hoped for.
Bushido pulled the phone from his pocket and dialed the number of Hani, the only member of his entourage outside the production team had invited the rapper to stay with him in the most horrible city in the country. Twenty minutes later, most of whom spent in the damn elevator, he and Hani were to use their 'celebrity luxuries' by visiting the gym on the top floor.
Bushido opened the door, finding himself in front of a small room with walls covered with mirrors and gears rather dated. He had not expected anything more, given that the hotel seemed to be specialized in what is old and sensitive, but not what he thought was to find someone who was already occupying the room. It was even more surprised when he recognized who he faced.
The two boys looked up when they heard someone enter the room. The one with the annoyingly straight hair rose from his seat on which he was making a pair of worn blue stomach on a mat. He shifted his gaze from rapper to launch a quick glance to another teenager, then both boys prosecutors rested their eyes toward the intruders.
"Bushido ... what are you doing here?" Asked the suspect with dread, replace the weight he was using.
"It a gym for weight lifting, honey. The name says it all. "
The boy's eyes thinned. "In Dusseldorf," he clarified cold.
"I think the same as we do too."
'Antares? "
" That, and admire all the wonderful historical attractions of the place - did you know that this hotel is located right where before there was the square country? "
" I had no idea, "replied the boy sarcastically, turning to face the rack with weights and grasping the handlebars again. Back to doing his exercises biceps, apparently with the intention of ignoring the rapper.
Bushido stepped forward and stood beside him in the mirror, taking two much larger weights from the rack and began to exercise your biceps with both arms. Usually when he began working with the larger muscle groups, but was sometimes the case with jumps at the opportunity.
"I had the pleasure to meet your brother the other night," said casually, looking at the expression of the boy in the mirror and synchronize movements with her. "I was very happy to have the opportunity to give him my birthday wishes, even if late."
"He told me," snapped the boy, changing hands and starting to lift the weight with the other arm. Bushido could see the reflection in the mirror that had the clenched jaw.
"Did he tell you?" He repeated, arching an eyebrow. 'Well, now I feel guilty - I have not had the opportunity to wish you too. I swear, I feel the same warm affection towards you. "
The boy ignored him, while his gaze was concentrated furiously on his own reflection.
"I guess the rumors about you two are not so exaggerated as I thought," said Bushido without thinking too much. "You are indeed much more closely linked than most of the brothers ..." The sister went back
furiously to put the weight, spun around and set out toward the exit. "George, come on," he snapped.
"Oh, you're gone already, honey?" Bushido said as she walked away, amused by how the boy was easy to irritate. Heats much more easily than his twin.
"Fuck."
"What a vulgar little mouth," scolded the rapper. "You and your brother are much more alike than I thought. Say hello from me, will you? "
Tom did not answer as he made his way through the door, with his band mate who followed him to the wheel and the door slamming behind them. Less than ten minutes later, was opened with the same violence.
"What the fuck did you say?" Cried a voice.
Bushido smiled while lifting the weight of the bench above your chest, placing the pole on the supports with the help of Hani.
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart," said Bushido, sitting up and using your own towel to remove the sweat from his forehead. He looked angrily at the boy who had advanced towards him, until he stops right next to the bench with weights, hands on his hips and his bodyguard waiting in the shadows.
"What the fuck did you say?" Repeated Bill in the same shrill tone. "You were said you'd stopped shoveling shit on me, fucking liar! "
" Hey, hey, princess. Wait a second before you go around spitting allegations. What became of the dear, old manners? "He shook his head with regret as you place the towel around his neck. "Young people today ..."
"What the fuck did you say," cried the dark, grabbing the towel from his hands and throwing him to the ground.
Bushido raised an eyebrow, deliberately lowering his eyes on the object and then charged it back up Bill. He could not help but congratulate himself for having blown up the boy in a dramatic scene in such a short time.
"We are a bit 'angry today, eh?" He remarked, and his comment did giggle Hani.
"You - out!" Bill snapped, pointing the finger toward the exit. After a moment, he realized that Bushido was giving orders to Hani, the boy was definitely someone who deceived the crew of Bushido would not listen. The rapper is not allowed to laugh out loud many times, but that idea was so absurd that he gave the privilege. Hani also found funny the boy's claim to power, and while expressing his own hilarity along with Bushido, he leaned with his forearms to the weights of the bench, just to inform the guy where he had placed his obedience.
"kid," said Bushido once he stopped laughing. "If you want to stay alone with me again, you have to ask."
"Saki," snapped Bill, as his eyes pierced those of Bushido, "Take this asshole out of here and wait there." In When the boy nodded to Hani's bodyguard walked to obey his instructions.
"Tsk-tsk," crooned Bushido. "You really should learn some manners, sweet. I am sure that if I asked softly, Hani would be more than happy to listen. It is not true, Hani? "
"Yes," agreed another.
'Exit Di. Here. Immediately, he ordered the boy, pointing to the door with more emphasis.
Bushido raised an eyebrow waiting.
"Please," added Bill through his teeth.
"With pleasure," said Hani, responding more to the small wave of resignation of Bushido that the words of Bill. He made a condescending smile while the bodyguard surpassed toward the door, and the man followed him obediently.
"It was a very rude gesture from you, princess," said Bushido once the door was closed, leaning back arms casually resting on the rod and the weights. "Being broke in here and order my friend to leave ... do not you taught her any manners?"
"Did not taught anyone to keep your fucking promises?"
"Again with the accusations ... "Bushido shook his head sadly.
"I want to know what you said to my brother! You said you'd stop saying crap about me e-'
"To the press," interrupted Bushido. "I told you I would stop talking about you with the press. I did not know that your brother to write for the Daily Herald Dusseldorf as a second job, although probably would not be a bad move for work. I heard him play e-'
"How dare you drag my brother into this thing, kind of a moron! All this has nothing to do with him, "
" According to her, had already brought up you, princess, so do not shout at me on him. "Bushido was tired of being screamed against it. "He knew of our little meeting in Berlin - all I did was make a few small lodge and ran away ... You can not blame me if you Vanilla Ice gets angry too easily."
"I have not said what's success in Berlin! Everything I said was that we spoken and you have agreed to shut that fucking mouth, not what I had to do to make you-"
" What did you have do? "interrupted Bushido, straightening up from his relaxed position. "If I remember correctly, you did get close, practically dragging me in a private suite and suck his cock like it was the key to success in America,"
"Yes, of course," snapped Bill. "I've sucked dick. And if I I remember correctly, you were hard before I touched you and you could not keep your fucking hands away from me even though I had asked you not to touch me. I should have known right away that you're a fucking asshole and would not have complied with the terms-"
" Watch what you say, boy, "growled Bushido, away from the bench and moving toward the spot where he had first placed her bottle of water. He took her to the ground as his eyes met those of the boy in the mirror before turning to face him again. "For the last time - I only agreed not to talk about you with the media." Unscrewed the bottle cap. "Take a lesson, sweetie. If you're going to slip into trouble by establishing rules, you should first make sure they are well understood. "
" Fuck you. "
" Life is hard, "shrugged Bushido with no intention of apologizing. "Learn from your mistakes." He lifted the bottle to his lips, drank a sip and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're lucky that I am willing to give you another chance."
"Ah," the boy snapped, throwing a look of fire. "What, you want me to take him back in your fucking mouth in exchange for silence with me?"
"See, you're already learning."
The rapper closed the bottle and threw it on the ground, supporting the pelvis back against the rack of weights while watching the dark, waiting.
"You're unbelievable," chuckled Bill, shaking his head.
"Yeah, but so is your mouth, kid. You just have to make a choice. "
" Fuck you. "
" You've already said. "
" I've already sucked too - how do I know that this time you will keep your word? "
" You just have to trust me. "
'Well, it so happens that I do not trust."
"Then your going to be a difficult decision, do not you think?" said Bushido, not at all worried. His penis, however, was much more involved in the thing, his erection pressed against the fabric of the wide basketball shorts, surely visible if the boy had decided to take a look at that area. The dark did not bother to look down, however, was busy fixing Bushido with an expression of pure hatred in his eyes.
The man crossed his arms casually chest, then raised an eyebrow to show their impatience.
'' Fuck you! "The boy finally exhaled, and walked angrily to where the rapper was leaning against the rack.
lips Bushido bends in a victorious grin, and his member hardened further anxiously awaiting.
"If I do," threatened Bill, stopping at a step other man and crossing his arms. "I want your word. Do not shoot more shit about me with the media or with my friends, my family, my Antares management ... anyone ... anyone that can somehow be a fan, anyone who ... "The grin of
' man became more pronounced, and the boy seemed to have taken to heart his advice about the importance of clarity.
"So basically I do not want to talk about you with anyone, in any way," interrupted Bushido before the boy could list all persons or entities of the world that were in mind.
"Exactly," snapped Bill. "And as would be implied, it seems you are not able to catch the clues, then guess dovertelo loud and clear: no one must know that this thing is going to happen again. "
" And Hani - he can say? You two seem to get along, "Bushido said nonchalantly.
"Who the fuck is Hani?"
"The gentleman to whom you have so rudely unleashed upon your guard dog just a minute ago."
"What do - what the hell, I do not give a damn. Tell him all that well you think about me as long as you keep the mouth closed with anyone else. "
" Everything, eh? Are not we a little ' exhibitionist? "grinned Bushido.
Bill rolled his eyes. "We do not perhaps' the assholes?"
Bushido could not help but laugh.
"You want it or not?" The boy blurted out, clearly not happy that Bushido find it so funny.
"What do you believe, princess?"
"Then stop making so much ass. Get it over with. "Bill pointed to the man's chest with one hand waving. "Via the T-shirt."
the Way t-shirt? "Monkey: Bushido, arching his eyebrows. "If you have so much in a hurry, simply because Non-"
" We've been through, "Bill snapped. "It's my mouth, so I decide how things go. Leval. "
" If you want to disappear, remove it yourself, "Bushido said calmly, smiling to himself at seeing the boy angry because his orders were not executed.
's eyes flashed with anger dark, but advanced further and grabbed the hem of the shirt of Bushido with both hands, pulling upward. Bushido meekly raised his arms and the boy pulled his shirt over her head, dropping it beside the man on the rack.
Bill immediately made a step back, take a second to fix Bushido insolently before letting his eyes slide over the skin that had just found out, watching intently the muscles of the arms and the man's chest. He looked down, eyes that ran on the abdomen of Bushido before returning to his face, which had a raised eyebrow and an irritating grin on his lips.
"I want ," said contemptuously, referring to the obvious erection man.
There was indeed another way in which the rapper could not replicate confirming his observation, so rather than give this satisfaction to the boy, reached out and grabbed the side Bill for tirarselo strongly against.
He staggered forward, clutching her hands over her bare shoulders with a man to keep his balance. Bushido had barely time to catch the scent of vanilla and strawberry dark before the whistle and pushed away, wriggling out of the socket on its flanks.
"Do not even think to give you permission to touch me," he snarled, staring grimly.
Bushido gaze returned, amused. "So you still intend to play by the rules of Berlin."
"Do not touch me and fuck my mouth," snapped Bill. "It's your first warning."
"Okay, boy, "shrugged Bushido, wondering whether the restrictions were maintained in the dark for all those who took it in his mouth or if they were only a special privilege reserved for him. "Come here, then, princess. Let's see if your little mouth that is talented as I remember. "
The boy snorted angrily, but took a step forward, stiffening the body as if he expected Bushido stops him suddenly to the ground. After a few seconds had passed and Bill was sure he would not be attacked, his shoulders relaxed and he stretched out his hands, pressing them gently against the chest of Bushido. He spread his fingers cool against the skin moist with sweat and man saw that was exactly what that the boy had done the first time I had touched him in Berlin. Then he asked why remember a detail like that.
"You're sweating," said the boy, in a tone of observation rather than disapproval. He began to pull down his hands further down, letting his fingers on the skin of the chest of Bushido and the contours of the muscles of the abdomen, drawing a path on the thin veil of moisture.
"It's a risk to the gym," said the rapper, his voice hoarse more than he wanted. Began to realize that the boy had a habit rather irritating to see the obvious, not to mention the habit even more annoying than energize it painfully and then tease him with light contact.
Bill's fingers continued their soft strokes down, and when they encountered the elastic boxer man, one hand there crept slightly below plan to caress the skin at that point. Bushido's stomach did a weird somersault, and the man swallowed a reflection of the irritating sensation, wondering where the hell were blown out.
The other boy's hand draw the line between the skin and the fabric around the side of the rapper, then go to draw small circles of sweat on his back, while the fingers of first hand remained where they were, fucking close to where he wanted the Bushido while brushing erection, touching with a light touch and making some particular 'pre-seminal fluid against the boxer.
"What are you waiting for, sugar?" Growled the man, pushing the pelvis forward slightly with irritation. The sound of his voice snapped the boy's eyes in his, and gave them to him thin almost immediately. The dark insolently withdrew his hand from under the rubber band, slide it back up, along the wet skin of her stomach as a challenge to want to try again to tell him what to do.
His hands made their way to the top of the man's back and then, surprise Bushido, Bill knelt down, and his nails drew vertical lines while slid down his back. His fingers stretched and clung to the skin of Bushido with the palms of the hands, forearms pressing against the man's back as he came closer and rubbed his nose against her navel, spreading his breath hot and damp against underbelly of Bushido.
Her mouth opened and pressed against sweaty skin, the lips that sucked gently before her writing is curiously out and pushed against the flesh, to taste. Bill made her dance on the skin, rubbing against the piercing silver Bushido's stomach, and then took the road to be wantonly with your mouth along the abdomen under tension, licking salt off the moisture that was conveyed between the grooves of well-defined muscles. When found the man's navel, his tongue plunged into the cavity curious, Bushido and could hear the boy's lips curl into a smile against his stomach.
"Your skin is salty," Bill murmured, his lips lightly brushed against him as he spoke. "Even more last time."
The only answer I could think of Bushido was, 'Put your mouth on my cock bird - now,' but he had the inkling that it would be counterproductive outside, so he decided not to replicate and instead directed a warning growl to the boy.
The Moor looked up at the sound and when Bushido raised an eyebrow and pushed his pelvis forward in a clear call, Bill released a sigh that the man could only hope was a sign of grudging submission.
In fact, Bill's fingers slid along her pelvis up to slip under the elastic of underwear and shorts, pushing down the flanks on both garments in a single movement. The erection of Bushido and it stood immediately while the man was freed of the pile of cloth that had gathered around his feet, looked at the boy's eyes remained on it. The dark
studied it for a few moments, then looked up at while Bushido rested her hands on her hips, his fingers clung to sweaty skin. Finally he leaned forward at last, opening his lips and opening his mouth to exhale a breath heavy and wet against the tip of the member. The erection of Bushido had a spasm to the feeling of his lips so close to it, surrounding it without actually touching it, and Bushido was imposed not to go forward or yelling at the guy to shut the damn mouth and start sucking.
's tongue slipped out and saw Bill on the tip of the penis, earning an involuntary grunt of approval from the man, but then the dark suddenly withdrew his head and released his grip on her hips. The rapper addresses another warning growl and pushed impatiently forward, but merely to raise the kid on him a couple of huge eyes that seemed to want to give too much naivety.
"Put that fucking mouth on me, boy," growled furiously Bushido, abandoning all his intentions of kindness.
"I was just thinking," said he floor, licking his lips as he watched the man, "You've never really given the word that you stop talking about me, once this thing is over. I promised I would appreciate that. "
Small
arrogant dick.
"I told you that I will stop," hissed Bushido, pushing the pelvis forward with more force. The boy was forced to move his head back quickly to avoid being struck by the man's member.
"Stop here," huffed and continued to play the card of innocence despite the glint of anger in his eyes. "This was the second warning. I'd really made her promise not to say crap about me. If you can not promise me, then I can not suck, and ... "He left the sentence open, releasing an exaggerated sigh that sent a puff of hot air State reddened and moist against man.
"Damn, shit," cursed, Bushido, "Well, I promise. Now put that fucking mouth on my cock. "
The boy gave him a small smile of great triumph, but nodded and rested her hands on her hips again man. He leaned forward, and finally closed her perfect lips around the tip of quivering member of Bushido, sucking hard in the mouth. Piercing the tongue pressed against the base of the erection and this was incorporated by the pressure of the hot and humid Bill's throat, and a wave of stunning combined with pleasure poured immediately on Bushido. His head slammed against the glass, emitting a sound that reverberated in the small room while her hands wrapped around the handles of the dumbbells in the rack.
"Shit," he gave up against their will, and he could feel the tip of his member come and hit the back of the throat of the guy before that, without explanation, her mouth suddenly vanished.
"What the fuck, boy," roared the man, controlling the urge to lift a weight that was shaking and run it across the room. Glances of fire to the boy, showing his anger, and met a pair of innocent eyes.
"I thought only that the case would be to double-check to make sure that your promise was clear ... , "said Bill gently, and had the courage to beat the fake eyelashes with malice as he looked to be Bushido below them. "Life is hard ... and I just want to make sure I learn from my previous mistakes."
"It was fucking clear," hissed the man. "Boy, I warn you, fuck, fucking put that mouth on my cock. Now . "
After the rapper launched another cunning smile, the hands of Bill once again grabbed her hips and her mouth began to suck the tip of the States, receiving again with force in the narrow cavity and warm. Bushido hissed involuntarily, and the boy ignored the direction and continued to suck, not stopping even when the tip of the member met resistance at the bottom of his throat. Simply increasing the pressure of his mouth, swallowing around the erection and forcing even deeper, letting slip smoothly into the restricted step until his lips were closed around the base.
"Christ," moaned Bushido, fighting the numbness while his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his hands squeezing the handles of the weight with extreme strength. "Boy, how the fuck do-'
he never completed the application because his words lost all priority in favor of what the guy was doing with his mouth. Bushido was convinced that what Bill did in Berlin was a fluke, or that he had exaggerated the thing out of proportion in your head and had the talent of the boy. But, if anything, was just the opposite, Bill was clearly devoid of any reflex to suffocation, and her mouth must have been designed by some deity for the sole purpose of doing exactly what he was doing at that time.
Bushido was not able to slow down your orgasm more than it was in Berlin. Squeeze your stomach muscles to keep from pushing forward, his arms trembling slightly as his hands seemed to try to strangle the weights. When he realized he no longer had feeling in his fingers, swore out loud - how the fuck it was possible that the boy was able to transform his body into that of a fifteen-damned?
Thanks to its extensive experience in receiving services such as the one that was paying Bill, Bushido knew that this was a process a little 'messed up, inevitably accompanied by saliva and by the unintentional persistent feeling of suffocation, as well as the head of a beautiful girl who moved awkwardly up and down his erection. He liked it, was amused when the woman looked more refined a slut if she knelt in front of him, with tears in her eyes and struggling not to choke while he fucks her mouth. But not the damn kid. With the combination of his 'rules' and his incredible inability to suppress, Bill avoided all the unflattering side effects of oral work and somehow, despite being the one kneeling on the ground could take complete control of the situation. Every movement of his tongue, every variation of its pressure suctions was deliberate, clean and perfect. The boy knew exactly , in every detail of the technique, with each vibration seemingly random and each of his throat pressure of his piercing, what he was doing at bushido, and uses its power without hesitation.
strontium.
Heat and pressure were now concentrated in the lower abdomen of man, painfully pressing to be released, but was imposed Bushido angrily to remain on the edge of orgasm, fighting against your body every time she tried to cross the threshold . The boy, unaware of the battle of man or maybe just for sadism, he continued to swallow mercilessly around the erection, pulling, pressing and squeezing the swollen flesh, piercing the teased with impeccable precision.
In a sudden outburst of anger against the boy's complete control over him, their hips Bushido allowed to regain their freedom and they immediately began to push forward in the transition incredibly tight. The man let out a moan at the sensation, while Bill's eyes widened with surprise. With perverse satisfaction of man, the boy was unable to suppress the guttural sound of a strangled groan, Bushido, and he could feel her throat muscles to contract convulsively for a while as they tried to repel the intrusion.
Almost instantly, the boy pulled his head back and shooting his mouth removed by the erection Bushido, exposing the wet skin sensitive and painful to the coolness of the room.
"What the fuck," shouted angrily. "If you try again to fuck her mouth I walk out that door and send Saki barrels to fill with - I swear that I do, damn it!"
With this, the boy leaned forward and pushed back the erection in his mouth and down your throat, sucking vigorously until it led him angrily orgasm is completely against the wishes of Bushido. As the pressure of the mouth of the dark had been punitive, however, when he caused the Bill had softened orgasm sucking, swallowing almost gently as the man was deep into her throat. Bushido used what was left of its control to seek to remain silent, while his body stiffened and trembled because of the waves of pleasure, and then slumped exhausted against the rack.
When found the ability to recognize his surroundings, he saw that the boy had gotten up and was moved to a section of the wall not occupied by the tools, closely inspecting her reflection in the mirror. She watched him lean forward and slide the thin fingers under their eyes, apparently trying to remove all traces of the black stuff on his back that was where he should not cast. He did the same thing on the above the eyes, closing them slightly in order to have easier access to the eyelids. Then one of his hands went up two fingers to his lips red and swollen skin massage floor, in an almost inquisitorial before they dropped her hand and rub lips together.
Bill turned and looked back at the naked body of Bushido, by moving his eyes from the man's calves upward, passing on the thighs and abdomen up to rest on his chest, which was still heavily after raising and lowering orgasm. He continued to set the skin of the torso covered by a veil of sweat with intrigued eyes, and although the world seemed a little 'too far the intensity of his gaze was making Bushido strangely insecure. He watched the boy analyze his biceps and shoulders before returning to focus on the chest, the Bill began to absently biting his lower lip before releasing it with a tremulous sigh.
Bushido cleared his throat.
Bill's eyes immediately snapped in her, and when the rapper raised an eyebrow, the boy immediately turned to the mirror. It was only when the reflection of the dark revealed that the pale skin of his cheek was tinged with pink Bushido finally understood why the boy was put to fix it. Despite his fatigue, he could not help without bending the lips into a smile.
"Is it alright if I get dressed now, sugar, or want to see my body for a while '?"
The boy continued staring at her reflection in the mirror, while her cheeks flushed further. "Fuck you."
"Seriously, sweetheart," said Bushido. "I must find some way to thank you for whatever it was that you did with your mouth. Shit, boy, "he gave up, shaking his head with the remnants of his astonishment. "It was unbelievable."
Bill continued to blush, and lowered his head and pretended to adjust the shirt around the slender waist. Bushido had no idea what had just happened, five minutes before the boy was furious and threatened to unleash behind his bodyguard, and now blush for a compliment? It was fucking schizophrenic.
picked up his boxers and shorts from the floor, still joined together as if they slipped. He took his shirt where he had been leaning against the rack, wear, and resurfaced when the head by the neck he saw that the boy was looking at him again.
"You will keep the word this time, right?" He asked softly.
Bushido stopped their movements. His instinct was to tease the kid, make fun of it or have in mind that technically had already kept his word the first time, but before he could find an appropriate measure was already talking.
"Yes," he muttered. "I will."
"Thanks," said Bill, clearly showing their genuine surprise and gratitude in his voice. Bushido stared for several moments, studying it curiously, then averted his gaze again, leading him toward the door. "I'm going," he said, turning and moving towards the exit. He stopped at the door, looking back to smile at Bushido. "Good day."
"See ya, kid," said Bushido, shaking his head as he slid Bill through the door.
Note of translator:
mean, but are not these two adorable? *.* Spat is a wonder (and this is still nothing, really XD) And then Bill has this way of doing Bu ... maybe he is right to call him schizophrenic xD But who knows ... UU
Another thing that I find beautiful is that I do not jump through hoops in terms of translation to try to not make it vulgar. This is because, in reality, Bill and Anis want to be vulgar, and the tone is understood in this sense. That is, Bill is not the princess from the dainty gold can speak well no uncertain terms. And I love him for that: P
However, the second installment has arrived. Last time I forgot to write in the notes, but the composting will take place every Wednesday .
said that, I think I potermene go and leave you with the word =)
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