"Aww~! He's so cute in them~!" squealed Osamu like a giddy little school girl.

There, I stood before them, half naked with just my turtleneck and new underwear to cover me. I could feel their hungry eyes all over my legs. It felt like one of those dreams where you're naked in public. ...Except 100 times worse, because this was indeed reality.

I kept my head down, fixated on the floor. I really didn't want to see their roused faces. "Aww, Vigil~. You're so shy." Osamu cooed.

I glanced up at them, then at Lance, who's eyes were calm, but were glued to my legs.

"C'mere, Vigil. Sit in my lap."

I locked eyes with Osamu. "..." I swallowed, for I already knew what was about to happen.

I inched across the bedroom carpet over to Osamu. He was on the bed in the same spot, smiling wide and doing grabby hands at me.

I heaved an internal sigh as I gave into him and sat stiffly on his thigh.

He tightly wrapped his arms around my waist, almost suffocating me.

I didn't really fight back, because I thought that I should just get used to it.

Osamu rubbed up and down my thigh in a slow, kneading kind of manner.

I just closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath.

If I can't see them, it's not as bad.

Osamu quit rubbing and returned to keeping his arms wrapped around my waist. He looked up at Lance who returned his stare. "..We should get a nice collar for Vigil."

Lance faintly smiled and gave a small nod.

Osamu turned to me. "Would you like that, pretty boy??"

I softly nodded for him. "..Yessir..."

Osamu's mouth widened with joy and he turned back to Lance, mouth agape in a smile. "He's so polite~! Did you teach him that??"

Lance shook his head, smiling proudly. "No. He taught himself the manners. I was just a little push to get him here."

Osamu once again turned back to me. "Aww~, well he's a very good boy." he hummed as he rubbed my sides like I was a pet to be doted over. "And good boys get rewards."

"That's right, Vigil." Lance added, stepping forward to me. "So, what would you like done, pet?"

I locked eyes with Lance, not sure what to say.

None of whatever you're implying.

"..." I just didn't say anything since I didn't have a choice and wouldn't enjoy it anyway.

Lance knew what I was doing. He knew exactly what I was doing, he just didn't say anything. You could plainly see the vindictiveness in his otherwise cold and lifeless eyes.

He walked up to me and caressed my cheek, also lifting it so that I faced up at him.

It took every ounce of my being to restrain myself from biting his finger.

"You've got to want something, pretty boy." insisted Lance. His eyes pressed me for an answer unforgivingly.

As I looked up at him, all I wanted to do was strangle him, but that would only lead to making it worse.

We were locked in a bitter exchange of eye contact, and in that moment, I couldn't decide if I hated Lance or Osamu more.

...After what seemed like minutes, but was obviously only seconds, I finally caved.

"I want to please my masters..." I answered, even though I didn't mean it in the slightest.

Osamu looked at Lance, then back to me. "You want both of us???"

I weakly nodded, closing my eyes. With that reply, even though it had no words, it felt like I was crushing myself and all that I ever was.

"At the same time!!?"

Alright. Quit rubbing it in.

"..If it will please my masters..."

Osamu smiled widely and squeezes my waist tighter. "You really are a good boy~!!"

Lance gave a pleased smiled and caressed my cheek with his soft thumb.

You're making it seem like I'm the one who's corrupting myself, when really it's been you all along, but I'm not dumb.

Fuck you.