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Cronus wasn't a man of many words. He usually kept his thoughts short and preferred not to say them out loud. When he tried to seduce people, he let his body do most of the talk.
So he wasn't much of a talker. Sue him.
Which is why he's feeling very nervous as the man in front of him asks him question after question.
He met this man at his favorite bar, offered him a drink and listened patiently to anything the man told him, trying his best to look interested. Apparently the man was some sort of an activist? Cronus didn't really care. He was only interested in a quick fuck, not hearing someone's life story.
Things kept rolling in the right direction as they went to Cronus' apartment and made out against a wall as soon as they stepped in. Clothes got off on their way to Cronus' room and soon they were both lying naked in his bed, rutting desperately against each other.
His usual doubts started popping in his head. He was surprised he actually got hard, since he wasn't feeling very aroused at the moment. At least unlike his other partners, this man looked pretty hot.
Cronus could feel himself starting to shake lightly. He hoped the man – he said his name was… Kankri? Something like that – wouldn't notice and just get this over with.
Sadly, Kankri was sharper than Cronus' hopes.
"Is everything alright? We can stop if you want," Kankri whispered and backed off of him.
"Huh? No, chief. Everything's great." Cronus chuckled and tried to hide his embarrassment. Stupid stupid stupid! "Let's keep going," he tried to keep kissing Kankri, but the other man was having none of that.
"I know it's not my place to interfere with your life, but I don't think you really want it." Kankri said in a calm, collected voice. "I think it's better if I leave."
"Huh? Why?" Cronus went pale. It's because of me, he told himself, it's my fault, I'm gross, he noticed how bad and disgusting I am so he doesn't want to touch me anymore.
"You're obviously in no state to be sleeping with someone. Please get some rest instead," Kankri got up and started dressing up, "we might meet again some time."
With that, he left.
Cronus was left alone with his thoughts after that. He could feel himself panicking. This was not what he thought would happen. This is not what he intended at all.
He felt his nails digging into his arms on their own, scratching at his skin and he couldn't do anything about it. He was too lost in thought.
It's my fault, he thought again, my fault my fault my fault my fault. I'm disgusting I ruin everything I touch I'm good only for one thing and even for that he didn't want me.
Tears started forming in his eyes as he kept scratching his skin. Useless, useless. Good for nothing. People only need you for sex. Fucking useless sex toy, too gross for anyone to even want you.
He fell asleep naked on his bed, bleeding a little from the scratches his nails left.
"Mm, Cronus, are you going to be a good boy for me?" her voice was sickeningly sweet as she rubbed him through his pants.
He should have been excited back then. Not every day you get to sleep with a business woman twice your age.
Cronus felt sick.
"That's my good boy, so good for me. My perfect little sex toy, that's what you are, right, Cronus? So good."
She was one of his dad's colleagues. She used to come over a lot when he was young. When he finally turned 18 she told him he was handsome. Cronus never felt more delighted.
She whispered things in his ear, things that would make anyone get hard in five seconds. He didn't mind, but wasn't exactly interested.
She started touching him. He didn't move.
She kissed him. He kissed back.
That's how they got to this situation in the first place.
And now he was naked on his father's bed, this woman on top of him straddling his waist, really confused about the whole thing.
At least he felt wanted. He's willing to be a good boy and a sex toy if it meant someone will want him.
So he lied down, and let her do all the work.
Cronus woke up with an aching chest. He always feels this way after having this dream. Can you even call this a dream? It's more like re-living a memory. He always had this one after taking someone home.
He got up and went to the main room, seeing his roommate sprawled on the couch with a 3DS in his hand, sound asleep. There was a note on the table next to him.
'Hell9 Cr9nus. This is my number. Please call if y9u want t9 talk 9r meet again.'
He assumed it was from Kankri, because 1) why would Mituna leave a note like this, and 2) even Mituna doesn't write like this. Seriously, what's the deal with all these 9's?
'Eh, I've got nothing to lose,' Cronus thought and went to search for his phone. He got back in his room and grabbed it while still holding the note, starting to dial the number on it.
"Hello?" the voice he heard last night said.
"Hey, Kankri?" Cronus replied.
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Cronus, from last night. You left a note with your number saying I can call if I want to talk or meet again."
"Oh, hello Cronus. It's a pleasure to hear from you. Are you doing alright?"
"As good as I can be, chief. And yourself?"
"Good, good. Listen, I have something to ask you and I don't want to do that over the phone. Do you want to meet over coffee later this day?"
"Sure. Text me the details."
They hung up, and Cronus got a weird feeling.
He didn't do dates. No one said this is a date, anyway. This Kankri seemed a bit worried about him last night, maybe he just needs to see him again to understand everything's fine.