Sleeping With Money (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 12🌻

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Mew opened the door to find Gulf standing there. He wore a pure white suit, a red silk shirt, and a silver tie. Typically Yakuza, but that was what made Gulf sexy. He must have picked up the fierce expression from living with criminals.

I'm going to enjoy this so much.

Mew had never met anyone as stimulating as Gulf. The man simply fascinated him.

"I thought you said this was walking distance from the factory" Gulf snapped, breaking the silence between them.

"Yeah," Mew agreed. "This is Takanawa. But I have another place near the factory."

"Ah," Gulf said, looking unimpressed. The apartment was clearly not cheap, but hardly enough to excite him.

"Well, come in," Mew said.

He had Gulf sit next to the piano. The man seemed bored by the piano, too. He just scowled at everything.

This isn't going to work.

Mew pushed a contract he'd prepared toward Gulf.

"How much do you need?" he asked, staring at Gulf's profile. He softly ran his fingers down his face, feeling the bandage at the side of his mouth. The cut from where Gulf had kicked him last night throbbed.

"Three million, no, eight million," Gulf stated, licking his lips.

"Eight million," Mew echoed.

Gulf suddenly looked worried. Did Mew even have that much?

Mew took back the contract and jotted that number down.

"The security is, as we discussed, your body." he said.

It was very business-like. Gulf twitched like something inside him had been plucked. But Mew knew Gulf had no choice. He saw Gulf's hand was tightly clenched from all the stress. So cute.

"Ah-huh," Gulf muttered.

"Your word is good, right?" Mew said.

"Of course," Gulf said stiffly. He looked tense and very flustered.

Just seeing Gulf like this made it all worthwhile for Mew. The money that would finance this loan was money he saved while training abroad.

He held out the contract. "Sign here. And then your name-stamp here. If not, a thumb print will do"

Mew didn't expect to get the money back. If the man he loved needed it, he would lend it. But he guessed that Gulf had more of a conscience than he let on. If so, the documentation could come in handy for future "deals."

He must feel like a woman who's been forced into prostitution.

Mew kept looking at Gulf, though he really tried not to. Gulf actually did bring his name-stamp. He really was a man of his word.

When the business was finished, Mew carried the document to his safe. To him, it looked almost like a marriage license. He felt like he was floating on air.

Gulf gave him a sharp look. "What about the money?"

"I don't keep that much money here, of course," Mew replied. "Tomorrow, when the banks open, we'll go get it. Don't worry. Tonight, you satisfy me."

Gulf frowned. What was he supposed to do now?

"Are you nervous?" Mew asked, kneeling in front of Gulf. He moved his face closer to him.

Gulf looked away. Suddenly he felt Mew's hot breath on his neck. He shivered and looked back at Mew.

"Whoa," he stuttered, falling backward. After his head bounced off the floor, he tried to crawl away.

But Mew had anticipated that move, and was already behind Gulf. He picked him up from behind and blew softly into his ear. Gulf's body tensed from head to toe.

"I never knew forcing a Yakuza to sleep with me could be this stimulating," Mew whispered. "I'm definitely going to enjoy you."

"No, ah, I," Gulf stuttered.

Afraid that Mew's breath might turn him on, Gulf quickly shook him off. Mew seized the opportunity fondle Gulf's ass.

"Ah!" Gulf yelled, trying to push Mew away. But Mew had no intention of releasing him. They fell back to the floor in a sweaty heap.

Mew bent over Gulf and pinned him down. His muscles tenses, revealing their strength. Now that things were getting serious, Gulf started to scream with pain.

"It hurts! Let me go!"

Mew lifted himself up. Gulf rubbed the inside of his elbow and looked up at Mew from the floor.

This angle was perfect. Now that Gulf couldn't resist, maybe Mew could bring the tears to his eyes that he so desperately needed to see.

"What the hell are you?" Gulf gasped.

"What do you mean?" Mew asked.

"You didn't just do Kendo. You did something else, too," Gulf accused.

He really must have hurt Gulf.

Of course.

It was all for this day. He had trained for this day. He needed the knowledge so that he could overpower Gulf. Nothing could stop him now.

However, I don't want it to escalate.

He must never forget this was Gulf. If he did try to resist, he could get injured. Mew definitely wanted him to cry, but not feel any actual pain.

He pushed down Gulf's wrist and lowered his face.

"Well, you guessed it," he said. "Kendo 4th degree belt. Judo 3rd degree belt. A little karate."

"Why?" Gulf asked with a frown.

Mew shrugged. He could tell the truth, even though Gulf wouldn't accept it. "I enjoy it. Reminds me of high school. I've been waiting for a good opponent."

He needed to use a little aggression first, before he could claim Gulf's body and heart.

"Let's do this," he suddenly said. He grabbed Gulf's wrist and led him to the bedroom. The sash from his bathrobe was on the bed.

"I'll tie your hands with this so you don't get hurt," he said seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" Gulf screamed.

"Promise not to resist me then?" Mew said.

"No, look, calm down." Gulf winced. Mew was scaring him a little.

"I'm calm. You're the one who's not," Mew pointed out.

"No. Look, why do I have to sleep with you?" Gulf snapped.

Something had changed, but Gulf's angry voice was still adorable. Threats would not work. They would only get Mew even more excited.

Mew whispered gently in his ear, "You've already signed your body away."

Taking advantage of Gulf's shock, Mew rolled him onto the bed. Gulf couldn't believe he was being treated like a young girl. He tried to sit up, but Mew quickly leaned over him.

"Wait! Wait! Let's talk about this!" he pleaded.

"You don't know when to give up, do you?" Mew taunted. He started to undo the buttons on Gulf's shirt. He'd never felt so excited undressing another person.

"You piece of shit," Gulf swore, trying to claw back some of his self respect.

Mew said nothing.

"Whatever," Gulf spat out. "I'm a man. If you're gonna do me, do me! If you wanna tie me up, tie me up!"

"Well, then! I won't hold back," Mew said.

Now everything was finally perfect, just what he wanted.

He tied Gulf's hands together like a sacrificial virgin---then bent down to taste his prize.

TBC