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“You're Bi? Congrats on Coming out!” William says, giving him a big hug with a tight squeeze around his waist.
Mark was surprised by the sudden action, arms in the air, unsure what to do but gave an awkward pat on the back for William's sudden outburst of excitement. The moment itself was mostly awkward.
In the comfort of their College dorm room, Mark had come out to William out of nowhere, which was a surprise to William. He swiftly pulled away his grasp on Mark, creating a breathable distance between them. He seemed to be ecstatic and thrilled to hear the news, bouncing on his shoe heels, balled hands flailing rapidly across his face as he squeals.
“We should celebrate at a bar, or something.” He held Mark's hand, totally not weird. Then he lets go, “It's what best friends do when they discover themselves, a tradition.” he said in a mystical tone, waving his hands across each other mimicking a rainbow, while shaking his wrist for a sparkly effect. He was overjoyed to immediately go out and celebrate.
Mark rubbed the back of his hair, feeling shy to celebrate this early in the morning outside. He kept his hands in his pocket while making an awkward, cringe smile at William’s weird charade. But he's definitely willing to try it out as he shrugged it off.
William fist his open palm, “Ooo,” as if a great idea came to mind, he looked at Mark with a golly smile curving up his rosy cheeks.
“Maybe that shady Cat Café where me and my BF found a week ago on our NYC trip. I think you're going to like it.” posing quite confident, dropping his hand to display his stunning, sharp, pink nails.
“How so?” Hands out of his pocket, Mark was quite intrigued despite being skeptical on William's taste in cheering him up.
“Let's go there and let me show you. Maybe you'll have less PTSD after whatever you went through in Space…” William singlehandedly gestured wildly at the state of Mark's appearance being… rough in few areas (especially the tired face).
“PTSD…” Mark hasn't recovered ever since Thragg almost murdered him and his Father, leaving them to rot while the remaining Members saved them. But Thaedus? A remainder of Thragg's wrath he inflicted – which still haunts him everyday.
It still gave him the chills running down his spine, and every fiber of his flesh. So, out of desperation and peace of mind, Mark accepts the offer with a nod.
“Yes!” William jumps up, fist in the air as if he claimed a successful victory.
“By the way – You’ll be flying us there, so let's hop to it ASAP.” Already aggravated with excitement.
Mark is dreading he might regret this…
On arrival to a dimly lit alleyway; a barely working lightbulb hanging on the ledge of the roof, with piles of garbage swarming with flies, and empty boxes rotting away against the filthy concrete walls infested with foul graffiti and dry stains.
Rats were here; scattered behind bins, and some roaming inside plastic bags, searching for food while witnessing two rats tussle over a piece of moldy fry.
Both men (or fem-man) side by side were staring at the same place. William looked more enthusiastic to be here, unlike Mark, trying his best to hold what he had for lunch…
His nose scrunched up just from the smell from afar, couldn't help feeling a little nauseous at the unsanitary sight before him. “Why did you bring me here to one of the grossest parts in New York..?”
William rolled his eyes far to the left, nudging Mark's arm with his elbow to cheer up a little.
“You haven't even seen the place yet!”
He brings Mark along with him in this war zone of a diseased alley, and upon stopping at an obviously strange door: A Golden Cat frame posing as a window they can't see through, with a little golden sign at the bottom – “Welcome to Hey-Hey Café!”
Are we being deadass? Mark couldn't shake the feeling of doubt.
William gradually unveiled the oh-so-special place by opening the doorknob. The feeling of curiosity and anticipation felt underwhelming til the big reveal, and surprisingly, there weren't many people in here. Just a few and very noticeable workers dressed as Cat maids.
The whole place started being overwhelming with vibrant pink undertones Mark didn't expect to see in contrast to the Alley outside. The lighting is pink, and walls noticeably plastered with various depiction of Hey-Hey Kitty as wallpapers – which is sort of unsettling – and Jazz music being heard playing in the background aloud with only seven people here.
As much as it's refreshing inside – Almost everything was evidently cat themed (except for the tiled flooring only being just a black tint); from Red-coloured sofas that are cat themed with ears on top, the light reflective on the marbled table is shaped to the ironic Hey-Hey Kitty’s face just winking.
And the workers dressed up as maids?
A classic black and white theme of typical maid dresses, but it was no ordinary dress: the style of it looked more exposed in intimate areas; cat tails protruding behind the mini skirts, showing off the visible undertone of bare buns, with cutesy black gloves with pink pads representing as paws.
Even styles of cat headwears come in different forms, and in addition to pink collars plus a golden bell to really have the cat theme going.
Not only young ladies wear them, but men also wear these shameless outfits. Maybe that's why William likes this place..
Mark was fixated on everything that caught his attention, to watching a female cat waiter serving their customers with mugs and hospitality. The mini skirt rode up, revealing partly her underwear clear as day. What a sight to behold.
William set his hand across Mark's shoulder, eagerly directing him to a seat more quieter, as Mark was still fixated on everywhere he could look.
As both sat down on the soft, plush sofa that squeaked the moment they laid back, the comfortable seating shook Mark back to reality on why he's here in the first place, until William started the conversation.
“So – How are you liking the place?” William asked, bouncing on his feet eagerly. “I think it's giving BDSM when I first came here, if you know what I mean.” He winks.
Mark couldn't think of any words to say about this. Maybe creepy? Unsettling?
William's face fell a little when Mark couldn't share the same enthusiasm, "Aren't you feeling a little relaxed? I thought this place could really cheer you up...”
Having to observe Mark with a worried expression, “Maybe I should order something, you're probably starving...” He shifts his arm over the armrest, waiting for Mark to say something.
“Oh uh,” Mark fumbled to respond normally, “I'm alright, but could you tell me why am I here?” he questions, head lowered, his voice low without anyone hearing them across the room.
“And why are we celebrating at a damn Café made for crazy people?” Mark didn't feel any thrilled to be here.
William blinks questionably fast, then chuckles little as if Mark didn't get the memo. “Oh you silly Bi boy,” He playful boops Mark's nose, which to Mark didn't like that.
“It's secretly a hook-up place posing as a little food hut.”
“What?!” Mark’s voice cracked under the pressure of keeping a low profile, he never expected William to bring him to such a spot.
“Well yeah, after you broke up with Eve…” Williams trails off, trying to find the right word until something comes to mind. “–And you telling me hours ago that you're Bisexual.”
“Maybe you should explore the other side of you.” he points his thumb over to the other side.
Mark quietly observes a random bald guy William directed at. Just one man sitting alone, maybe in his thirties wearing a black tank top, and beneath the table – is that same female employee from before, giving oral in a public space.
Mark quickly turns away to face William, sort of mortified. “William, what the hell?!” He couldn't stress those words enough at the current moment.
“Oh come on! My boyfriend and I had fun playing with some guys here.” William shrugs it off, unbothered by the obscure scene unfolding from afar.
“Nevermind that girl getting her mouth fucked right beside us. I reassured you that the workers here are for people over twenty.” He waves it away.
“So you brought me here to fuck someone who's older than me?” Mark couldn't believe this, “William… I'm nineteen! And I'm not planning to be bottom, or something!” Once again, he can't even stress those words while keeping his voice down to avoid attracting attention.
William enjoys the sight of distressed Mark, pulling himself up with an elbow off the armrest just to get a good look at Mark's inner turmoil presenting itself.
“Are you shy?” He teased, “I'll call one of them over – hey there!”
Mark looked up instantly from his preoccupied staring at the marbling table, begging William with his social anxiety in his eyes to immediately stop what he's doing.
He heard footsteps approaching, heels tapping closer and closer against the floors made him buckle his legs together. Mark hid his face towards the wall beside him, arm over his head resting on the table. He felt absolutely shy to even make eye contact with anyone too close.
“This is my friend, Mark Grayson.”
William was charming this person about him, how embarrassing…
“He’s very sweet, sort of a mess right now, and definitely into hot guys like you.”
A Guy? Oh William just shut up now…
“Hey, Mark, I think he likes you.” clearly fawning over at the moment, “Why don't you say hello to him?” William gently shakes Mark's shoulder just to coax him into meeting the guy in person.
Mark peek over the forearm, expecting this person to be uninterested – but oh no.
In that oh-so-sexy outfit that hugged every defined muscular frame from chest to both biceps, was The Grand Regent Thragg, holding a silver platter of nothing while just standing there.
What is he doing here?! Mark's eyes widened in shock.
“So, maybe you guys should get to know each other.” William winks twice, signalling Mark to make his move unaware that he's more terrified than shy.
William leaves abruptly out of his seat, not knowing he left a Ruthless Tyrant for Mark to cry himself to death. The trauma was starting to kick in with increasing heartbeats.
He slowly unwraps out of his comfort shell, unsure if he’s seeing things. He rubbed his eyes two times–then four, then more. And he is still here just staring at Mark, not blinking once.
“Yes, I'm still here, Mark.” His response was calm, devoid of emotions, really made Mark realize he's absolutely screwed.
“Hey uhm, sorry to intrude… Maybe I should go?” Mark gestured his thumb pointing at the visible exit door sign, his butt off the seat ready to leave as quickly as possible.
“You may not.” His voice remains authoritative, even though the ridiculous outfit showing off the upper part of his soft pecs didn't do justice to his intimating image.
“Your human companion seemingly thought I was a worthy mate for you.”
Mark took a hard gulp, he wondered if anyone heard his heart racing, hoping for a miracle that someone could save him. He scans the area for anyone or anybody, but none looked his way.
Words fumbled out, “I-I wasn't looking for you! I swear…” He started stammering when his flight or fight kicked in, trying his best to not bring attention to himself. He doesn't want anyone to know who Thragg is. It would end badly if they knew.
“It's just a coincidence I found you… I wasn't trying to ruin your plan… The agreement we had…” His legs trembled, body tensed up. He's really praying in his soul that Thragg believes him.
The Grand Regent hummed, setting the platter gently on the table when it clatter, returning his gaze to Mark's small figure. He faintly exhale, which made Mark jump a little by such a simple sound.
Thragg noticed that, “I’m not going to hurt you, if you are that afraid of my presence.” he reassured him.
But Mark kept his eyes shut and started faintly whimpering under his breath, his body just convulsed with fear as his knuckles pressed against the table became paler to the eye can obviously see. Thragg was dumbfounded that he didn't know what to do in this situation, keeping his hands to himself.
He shouldn't be surprised since he's the most feared Viltrumite, the strongest and ruthless but, even this is just borderline absurd of a reaction to his presence.
How uncharming.
A few people were drawn to the conspicuous two by the only table in the Café, and Thragg felt their curious stares observing behind him. He didn't like that they were being watched, when they should mind their own business.
Mark was still in his trauma stricken state, ears ringing and his heart racing so fast, his breathing became unstable to even inhale air around him properly. He might make a scene if he faints.
Thragg made the decision to grab Mark's forearm, not too tightly to the grip, but that action causes Mark to snap out of it. Then Thragg pulled him out of the seat, and started walking somewhere along with Mark trailing behind.
“Where are we going..?” Mark's question almost barely came out as a sentence.
But Thragg simply ignored his question, his face remaining neutral, as he dragged him to the bathroom right around the corner, even if Mark's legs felt jelly to properly cooperate.
The bathroom is surprisingly clean and tidy, with some minor cat features compared to the main area. Walls were simply painted just white, the black stall doors had cat ears, sink tops were just black with pink outlines, and the tiled flooring coloured black and white as regular checkers.
Mark was slumped over against the stall, looking defeated. Just expecting that Thragg was going to kill him privately. An odd place to choose for that matter.
“Is this it?” Mark muttered to himself, accepting his fate for the greater good.
Thragg's brow furrowed, quite annoyed by the nonsense the boy was speaking. “Mark, I am not planning to kill you. How many times will I reassure you of that.”
Mark just stares at him, unsure if he was telling the truth or not. He pulls himself up off the stall to face Thragg directly, curious on what Thragg really brought him here for.
“I want you to listen to me.” Thragg contemplated whether to say it, he deeply exhaled out the mouth, keeping his expression serious as it is already while focusing his gaze on Mark.
“I’ve been working here for quite some time, earning earthly currency for my survival in this world to make a living. And I heard you get a tip for mating here.” He paused, letting Mark process that information.
“I wonder if you could pay for me, after all, it was sort of an agreement to be civil and aiding. Even circumstances like these.”
What Thragg was suggesting made Mark short-circuit, and bewildered. Having sex with Thragg? In what world is that even possible? To Mark, it sounded surreal.
Thragg's mustache perked up a bit, getting impatient while waiting for Mark's response. “Are you not going to help me?” Arms crossed, his towering frame demands Mark to answer immediately.
“No, it's just…” Mark looks up and down at him, the outfit looks super ridiculous to see on Thragg.
His upper pecs exposed in a V shape right from his shoulders, the cat ears flopped on his head, the little golden bell collar that's specifically black unlike the rest he saw, and the mini skirt definitely not covering that thick rump that Thragg has. Mark could fully see the muscular thighs beneath the white kitten stocking over the knee, showing full detail displaying his physique.
His thoughts are running wild in contrast to the fear of Thragg he had envision, now having a moment to just study his attire with his perverted view down to his crotch.
“Eyes up here.”
Mark shakes away the thoughts he's having, bringing his gaze upward to Thragg's scrutinizing judgement, towering Mark in that pouty cross arm pose he's doing.
“Uhm, before you get to that part about help, why are you working here?” Mark felt a little curious to inquire about the reason Thragg was here.
His Brow raised to such a strange question, to Thragg, what's the main issue on why he's working here?
“To earn earthly currency to live comfortably here, have I not told you? Or were you too busy staring at unimportant areas of my body to even listen to me.” He responded back with exasperation in his tone, almost threatening to kill Mark for being so dense.
Mark shivered, not liking the idea of getting on Thragg's bad side. “Okay, but I could just pay you–”
Thragg raised his hand, silencing Mark which confused him as he was about to grab his money from his pocket.
“I must earn it. And to do that, I must give you a satisfactory service according to policy rules.”
Mark shook his head vigorously, quickly denying what Thragg was going to offer.
“No no! I insist you take the money,” His hand frantically digging in his pocket, looking for his money somewhere, “you don't need to do–”
With a swift motion, Mark's beige trousers fell to his ankles. He was greatly stunned by what just happened. His invincible boxers were out in a public bathroom, and right in front Thragg, who was already squatting on his black heels below Mark.
He slowly pulls the waistband of his underwear, and Mark can't decide whether to stop Thragg or not. His hands gripping the ledge of the sink hard enough to leave little cracks. If he tried to stop him, he would probably die since he's facing a stubborn Tyrant beneath him.
Hidden behind his boxers, his exposed member limp between his smooth thighs after his underwear was dragged to the knees. His lengthy, thick hard-on was pulsing, throbbing a bit upward to Thragg's lips.
Thragg stares at it, making Mark feel self-conscious and embarrassed if Thragg is judging whether it's small or something. He really couldn't understand the thoughts Thragg has, because he always looks so serious and emotionless all the time.
“It's surprisingly big… for a young Viltrumite.” Thragg softly comments, contrast to that hard face of his. Was that a compliment?
Mark whines a little, knees shaking just a little, the unspoken tension in the air between them felt so awkward. Mark being butt naked in front of Thragg is just weird to the core. Although, he kept his mouth shut with his hand muffling the desperate sounds he's making.
Thragg grabbed the base of the cock, his hand pumping a few strokes in. He's teasing Mark without knowing he is, just testing the waters until a bead of white fluid comes out the tip.
Then he takes it in his mouth slowly, hands gripping Mark's thighs to steady himself on his heels. Mark buckled at the sensation he's hit with, but Thragg suddenly was taking him deep, not even starting at the head first gradually.
Mark watched him go down deep, then move back to the tip following a gentle rhythm. Mark hid his needy sounds behind his callous hand as Thragg sucks him off. The sounds were audibly wet, a bit of gagging when his fat member hit the back of Thragg's throat just once.
“Fuck…” Mark heaves, his voice shaking from the sensation Thragg provided.
His mouth was so warm, like really warm… Oh God.
Thragg locked eyes on him while doing the deed, and Mark's face reddened with the sudden eye contact that made his heart flip. His eyes averted away from his, he couldn't dare to look at Thragg sucking him off like that. Not with those pretty lashes that Mark just noticed.
Thragg seemingly hummed as he bobs a little faster, tongue swirling around the girth he has in his mouth. He reverted his eyes to Mark's chisel abs, maybe content on what he's doing to Mark is working successfully.
“Thragg… please.” Mark begged, stating his release soon.
Thragg's own member started twitching beneath his skirt, exposing his pale buns quite openingly. His neglected member needing attention, as a trickle of fluid dropped onto the floor forming a tiny puddle. While giving raw oral, he jerks his needy member at the same time he's stimulating Mark's senses.
Mark groans aloud, involuntarily shoving his member further down Thragg's throat. For a moment that threw Thragg off, but he willingly accepts the bust of release just pumping liquid ropes to loads deep his throat.
Mark was finished, his legs couldn't even stand anymore, he's just leaning against the sink top for dear life. Hand on his forehead, fingers brushing through his hair as he tried to get it together.
Thragg pulls away with a wet plop when Mark's member exits out of his mouth. His lips smeared slick and his mustache lightly damp. Thragg swallows everything with no trace on Mark. His member faintly twitched, coated in Thragg's current saliva with no sight of precum forming at the head.
Mark gathered his thoughts together before checking beneath him, but Thragg stood up swiftly, unfazed to what just transpired between them.
This same man, This same Viltrumite, who could wipe billions off this earth – just willingly gave oral sex to Mark.
Both Mark and Thragg just lock eyes with each other, unable to cut the visible tension between them in this public bathroom. It felt suffocating with unresolved emotions, and confusion that Mark couldn't process.
He tried to open his mouth but Thragg held his hand to silence him, once again.
“Mark. I am not yet satisfied.” He firmly declared.
Are you kidding?! What more does he want from me? Mark felt wasted after that, he didn't have the energy to do another round. He needs a break!
“I'm willing to try a certain mating method that humans refer as Gay sex… And then I'll earn thy payment.”