Noble Adonis: Glory of Chaos (BL - boy x boy)

Chapter 23: The Unveiling

Chapter 23:

Lebanoski nursed an expression as though he'd been hurt. A grin slowly formed across his face as he stood up to match Shion's height. His startlingly perverse eyes bore into Shion's own as his disgusting tongue tugged across his lip. His undisguised leering expression sent a wave of nausea over Shion. It felt as though Lebanoski was undressing every item of clothing on his body within his mind before doing unspeakable things to find enjoyment in an unwilling partner. He felt the eyes that bore into him skim over his face and settle at the top of his pants. Feeling threatened, Shion covered up his areas of importance before trying to take a step back.

Faster than Shion could react, Lebanoski's hand shot out again to capture Shion's wrist. Despite nearing fifty years old with a slight pot-belly the strength within his arm was overwhelming. Perhaps Lebanoski had trained his arms strength in order to assault other young, unsuspecting males. The name shark wasn't just for show, Lebanoski truly needed this level of strength and control in order to be able to overwhelm him. It was curious that despite the strength, Lebanoski's body type was still as it is. Shion's thoughts were dragged back to reality when he felt a tongue sliding over the skin of his arm. A trail of saliva coated the fine hairs that stood on end from the repulsive behaviour.

Gnashing his teeth together, Shion lifted his leg and lashed out at his captor's stomach. It wasn't that he didn't want to send his balls to hell, it was that Lebanoski's stomach covered that particular region, and was the largest and easiest target to kick. Shion's kick landed spot on, on Lebanoski's stomach. The balding man was sent tumbling to the ground. He probably would have a metre or two back had Shion not forgotten a rather important aspect. Lebanoski was still grasping his wrist when he lashed out. Instinctively, Lebanoski's righting reflex led him to grasp onto whatever was closest to. Unfortunately for Shion, his wrist, which was currently bound by Lebanoski's hand, was the closest thing. The suddenness of the tug sent Shion tumbling down with Lebanoski to the ground. Spouting many infuriating curses in his head, Shion righted himself to a kneeling position putting him in a very suggestive position.

"That hurt, but I'll forgive you for your eagerness," Lebanoski chuckled.

His hand crept to cup Shion's buttocks and grope with much enthusiasm.

Shion slapped away the intruding hand in rage and hollered at the top of his lungs, " You filthy pig of a bastard! Get your repulsive hands off me!"

Fuming, he stood up, sent another kick Lebanoski's body and headed for the door. His hand rested on the handle which turned, but would not open.

"What the hell?" Shion said taken aback.

Fear began rising in his heart when an incensed fist slammed against the door beside his head.

"Sweetheart, I had people lock the door from the outside. It's soundproof, so face the facts, darling. No one can help you except this so-called pig of a bastard," leered Lebanoski.

Shion had not been taught what to do in such a situation. He had never learnt any kind of self-defence to ward off violent people before. He was a man, he was so sure that he would never be assaulted, unfortunately, not only had he been assaulted before, he was currently being assaulted for the third or fourth time. Without knowledge, there wasn't much he could do other than consider his option at the moment. He had experience with being assaulted, but had none where he successfully escaped. His first and foremost instinct was to run, but there wasn't far to run in a conference room, and everything that could have potentially been a weapon had been taken away. His eyes flashed in all directions until finally landing on the table. In the big conference room, the only thing he could spot that was useful at first glance, was the pen sitting on the documents. He didn't want to believe that his fate now rested in his ability to sneak a pen off the table, but there was nothing else that could be used. Lamps, cups, microphone, cutlery, glass and metal had all been removed prior to the meeting leaving the only thing he had brought himself, a suitcase and a pen. In a split second, his attention was focused on Lebanoski again. It wouldn't do if his found about his plan. He inched towards the table excruciatingly slowly. His eyes never left Lebanoski though. His intuition was sending off alarm bells that if he turned, without a doubt, Lebanoski would attack him again. If he was caught from the back, his situation would become much dearer. It was much harder to retaliate stomach down than stomach up, so he must never turn you back to the enemy. His heart thrummed with blood which pounded in his head. Nervousness flooded his nerves as his eyes kept constant guard.