"Why is there a twink on my bed?" "Oh, he's your present." / On my crap again x2 / mxm one on one / closed!

(Yesss)

Lucrèce stood half doubled over, curled protectively around his stomach while trying not to squeeze the developing bruises. Goosebumps rose over his shoulders and arms, and he shuddered against the new cold accompanied by the absence of clothes. He stared absently forward while he listened to Alcides talking to the other two. Their voices seemed mikes away. Inconsequential. His gaze drifted over to Alcides while he picked out a new dress. Wondering faintly if it would be one similar to the first.
He felt like crying again, but steeled himself.

The two started to clean Lucrèce up, fixing his hair and makeup that had been ruined from the encounter. The quieter one gave Lucrèce a sympathetic look, but it dropped before Alcides turned back. The man turned back with a deep forest green dress this time, still with golden trim. He stepped up as the other two backed away, moving to put the dress on Lucrèce personally. He cupped the man's cheek, tilting his head up to look at him.
"Now, are you going to behave?" He asked. He hadn't laced the dress up yet. He was waiting- for Lucrèce's answer.

Lucrèce lifted his gaze when Alcides returned, but he didn’t move his head until it was moved for him. He stared almost blankly back at his master, eyes hovering somewhere in between the bridge Alcides’ nose and his eyebrows. A deep sigh fell out from his nose, and gave his pained acquiescence. “Yes…” he finally spoke. In the moment his pride felt less important than the pain in his gut. The pain everywhere. He could be a nobleman later.

"Good boy." Alcides laced up Lucrèce's dress then, at least giving him some lenience- he didn't do the dress tightly around Lucrèce, keeping it from aggravating his forming bruises and any other damage Alcides might have done. The others had gone to finish their hair, and with that all three were ready. Alcides wrapped his arm around Lucrèce again, leading them all out to finally go to the room they were to wait in.

Lucrèce’s mind gradually began to clear. And while the injuries still hurt, the impending nausea passed for the most part, and he started to think more rationally. There was no need to think rationally in the moment, though, because Alcides was leading them to the ‘customers’ and it had been made clear he could do nothing about it. At least not yet.
There was still that small chance of escaping, so he held onto that thought with all his mental effort.

The two others stepped forward, in front of Alcides and Lucrèce, when the group came to the door. They paused, then entered. They already moved to their parts of the room, going to those who could only be considered their regulars. Running their hands over chests, keeping close, and making small talk. Laughing when their butts were pinched, or their front was cupped. The men inside were well dressed- rich. Alcides was considered to have high quality, exotic 'women,' after all.
The man smirked some, bringing Lucrèce with him as he stepped in. Tobacco smoke whirled through the air, and not just that- there were more powerful things to smoke offered to the best-paying customers as an incentive to part them from their money.
"We have a new lady today gentleman!" Alcides announced, voice loud and carrying to gain everyone's attention. He moved to behind Lucrèce, smirking some.
"Such a delicate flower," he continued. He had his chin by Lucrèce's shoulder as he held the man's hands out slightly, showing him off to the customers.
"Who will be the one to tame her? Or break her, if you so wish. Anything for the right price."

Lucrèce frowned deeply at the atmosphere in the room. The thick feeling, saturated with smoke and dread. He stood silent and feeling invisible as he scanned the room, the men preoccupied with the two that had entered first, until Alcides pushed him inside. And all hope of staying invisible crumbled down at his feet. He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, now grateful that the makeup caking his face concealed the flush of embarrassment. It didn’t help his arms so much.
He avoided the interested stares of the men by looking through them, pretending not to so much as notice them. At least until a familiar face caught his eye. He suddenly lurched against Alcides’ hold, the nausea returning.

He stared unbelievingly at the face of his oldest brother, who was looking right back at him. His brother’s gaze was scrutinizing, but not filled with lust. No where near it. The wheels turned behind those pale eyes. Mentally washing away the paint in order to recognize the man underneath. And then it happened. His brother quickly stood up from his lounging seat, and held up his hand with the pipe smoking from around his fingers. “A thousand.”
At first glance they might not have looked like brothers. They shared similar facial structure, but Lucrèce’s hair was blond where his brother’s was light brown. Lucrèce was also obviously younger, a difference of eight years.

Alcides hissed a small "Be still" into Lucrèce's ear when he lurched. He moved his hands, one holding the bottom of his chin and the other folding his arms close to his chest. The man looked up at the large price offered, smirking some. He didn't much care if Lucrèce and the man looked slightly similar- his clients knew the price of giving away just what was going on, and they didn't care. No one did.
"Sold. She's yours for the night." He brought Lucrèce with him over to the man, holding one hand out for the payment and holding Lucrèce to the man with the other.
"Enjoy yourself, hm?"

Lucrèce lurched again with horror when his brother bid for him, but still, there wasn’t anything he could do. Not in front of everyone expecting him to be something he wasn’t.

The brother shuffled through his pockets for the money, and once he had the right amount placed it into Alcides’ hand. He wrapped his arm around Lucrèce’s shoulder. Part brotherly-like, and part to play pretend. “Mhm,” he answered curtly. Guiding—more dragging than anything—Lucrèce to one of the private rooms.

“Leander,” Lucrèce hissed once he felt he was out of earshot from Alcides and the other men. “What are you doing here in this hell house?” As if there weren’t any more pressing matters.

“Do you want me to let you take your chances with the others?” Leander barked right back, just as soon as the door closed behind them.

(Should we skip to after Leander leaves? I can have Lucrèce mull over their interaction through an inner monologue so it’s not a secret from you)

(Yee, that sounds like a good idea to me!)

Alcides looked over the money once before putting it away, smiling some as he surrendered Lucrèce to the man. He spent the rest of the night watching over the other 'women,' ensuring no one got too handsy before paying. Most only paid for an hour or two, and the workers were often out of one room right to the next. Alcides watched it all, smiling, pipe held between his teeth. He laughed with the customers, offering drink and smoke and merriment while they waited for a woman to come to them. By the end of the evening, Alcides was escorting what of his workers could walk back to their rooms, making sure none of the customers tried to follow back. He also made sure the ones who couldn't got tucked away in the private rooms with the doors locked. He wasn't one for free jobs, after all. He smirked as he finally got Lucrèce back, arm around his waist.
"Thank you for your patronage," He said, dipping his head some. With that, he pulled Lucrèce to him, then, leading him away to the slave rooms to get him settled down.

(Cool!)

Leander nodded deeply as he passed his brother back to Alcides. A dismissive sound in response to the thanks, one more sidelong glance at Lucrèce—bordering on apologetic, even—and then he was off towards the exit, smoothing out the wrinkles in his long coat.

Lucrèce watched his brother go with a glare, though despite that, his face was flat and expressionless. His paint was smudged almost completely away, the evidence of thumbprints wiping under his eyes and at his cheeks. Splattered tear stains on his face too, but he had been the one to wipe them away. Not for a lack of Leander trying to help, though. Some of the paint stained his own hands and wrists.
They’d gotten in a fight.
“So you’re just going to leave me here?”
“Well…” Leander had stumbled at that, contorting his face in a half-way apologetic, sheepish grin that wasn’t in the slightest amusing.
Lucrèce shoved him then, and Leander ripped his sleeve.
“You’re awful,” Lucrèce spat. That was when the tears started.

Alcides had his arm around Lucrèce's waist still. He figured all the things were just because the man had just had his first experience being forced upon.
There would be more to come, but it wasn't going to be anything like this one was. People would expect Lucrèce to know what to do by now. Alcides would make sure Lucrèce didn't let them down. He pulled the man to the rooms with one arm, smirking.
"Sore?" He asked, mocking more than teasing. He let his hand move to Lucrèce's ass, giving it a squeeze.

Lucrèce stiffened in Alcides’ hold, still wildly uncomfortable like he was. His mind was still clear enough to remember to keep as far away from the man as he could, even if it was just a couple inches.

“Well what do you expect me to do?” Leander had said when Lucrèce retreated back.
“Tell Dad, or Laurent…or does he come here to?”
Leander had blinked, and shook his head vehemently. “No. No they can’t know about this place, not any of it.”
“Then just get me out of here, goddamnit! I can’t stand another night here.”
There had been silence for longer than Lucrèce wanted, until his brother finally answered, “I can’t do that either.”

“Yes,” Lucrèce lied. He startled at the touch, more surprised by the forced intimacy rather than nonexistent soreness.

"Still jumpy? We'll have to get rid of that. Now that I can't market you as a delicate lady waiting to be deflowered, the customers are going to expect you to behave yourself. Perhaps you need lessons…" Alcides smirked some. stopping in their walk to take Lucrèce to the others to pull the man to his chest. He cupped the other's cheek, looking like he was going to kiss the man again before just simply looking him over.

Lucrèce eyed Alcides warily. He leaned away at the same time he was pulled forward, but not so hard enough to completely resist it. He didn’t feel like getting punched again. Or kissed.
Now, he supposed, was a good time to play his card. A plan, using his brother, even if his brother didn’t know about it.
“He said he only wants me from now on. He won’t pay for anyone else.”
The attempt might have had some flaws, such as Leander obviously already had a favorite.
Leander hadn’t told Lucrèce about that.

Alcides listened as Lucrèce spoke. He was silent for a few moments after, but soon enough he was laughing loudly. Oh, that couldn't be good.
"Oh, really? So, he's finally found a new favorite, in just one night? I'll believe it when he's the one who tells me. Besides, he doesn't come every night- not all the ones you'll be working. That means it doesn't really matter, hm? What, did the first man to take your ass take your heart too? Perhaps I should have been the first. Though, I suppose this time I can settle for second, with that sweet thousand in my pocket." Alcides turned, actually picking Lucrèce up and putting him over one shoulder. He wasn't going for the slave's quarters anymore, going back to his own room. It seems Lucrèce was going to end up on the bed just as vulnerable as when he came there in the first place.

New favorite? Lucrèce blinked, recoiling at the information about his brother. He’d never imagined Leander to be one of these people, the ones who kept coming back and back again to spend massive amounts of money on what- just to sate some desire, to take advantage of someone’s deepest vulnerabilities. It didn’t make sense in his mind, and all thinking about it did was make him feel sick again. And then even worse when Alcides moved to pick him up. “Wait- no, stop. Put me down!” He winced at the bruises on his stomach pressed against the man’s shoulder, but doing his best to ignore it, he pushed and clawed at Alcides’s head, his back.

“So why did you pay for me if you’re not even going to try and help me?” Lucrèce had demanded.
“You're my little brother.” Leander had reached out, almost protectively, to wipe away at the already smudged paint on Lucrèce’s face. “And I love you, I can’t…I just, it broke my heart to think about anyone doing something to you. Hurting you.”
Lucrèce stood for a handful of moments trembling, letting Leander swipe his thumb over his face, and he wanted to believe him. Although it became increasingly obvious his brother didn’t mean what he said. Especially when he caught Leander’s wrist and pleaded, “So help me get out of here.”
The answer had been a no. Lucrèce couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his brother’s face. Painfully apologetic, and yet he just shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll do what I can, though…I can visit you.”

Alcides just picked up his pace as Lucrèce tried to fight him, and it wasn't long before he was opening the door to his room.
"Out," he barked. Rafael and the boy were there, but with that they both scurried out the room like roaches from the light. They both knew what was coming, in different degrees, and neither wanted to be in the room when it happened. The man let Lucrèce drop to the bed, one hand going to grab the other by the neck and force him down as he started to strip the man.
"Come now, I'll be gentle since you're so sore~"

Lucrèce and his brother had just sat in silence for hours. Lucrèce sitting on the bed crosslegged and fidgeting with his dress between his fingers, and Leander perpendicular to him on just same bed, just not facing him. He’d taken off his coat and let it lay crumpled behind him, just to show off some faux authenticity when they left the room.

This time Lucrèce knew it wouldn’t be faux, or pretend, and there was nothing predictable about the situation he’d been so suddenly thrown into. He tried to scramble away from Alcides once he hit the bed, but the attempt was futile, of course. It always was. Lucrèce started to hyperventilate.

Alcides took a moment to look over Lucrèce's naked body, so similar to how he had the day before. He ran his hand over the man, too, feeling him up. He smirked, starting to pull his own clothes off with one hand now. He had lied, of course- there would be nothing gentle about what he was going to do. He'd have to show Lucrèce just what his nights were going to be like from now on- over and over, so many men using him in a row.

(Just let me know when you want to skip aha)

(Skip now?)

(Aaa, we agreed we'd do up to but not the actual act since uh)
(I'm sure as hell not comfy with this kind of it-)
(And a skip now is good with me!)

(Yeah I meant like we should skip now, I see how that could’ve been misunderstood oops 😬)

(Where should we skip to tho? Right after the scene would be really uncomfy, I think, so I’d prefer some time later)

(I think the next morning could be good, or later on in the day. Lucrèce will have been taken to the rooms to sleep afterward)

(Alrighty, next morning works for me. Would you like me to start?)

(Yes please!)

(Oke doke! It’ll be just a second)