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TITLE: In a Different Light

AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)

FANDOM: Heat Guy J

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: Yaoi, BDSM, some Non-con in later chapters, Blatant Drug use, violence (both sexual and non-sexual)
SUMMARY: Clair Leonelli is targeted by a sniper & Daisuke is called in to act a bodyguard for him. Main Pairing Clair X Daisuke. Some others implied.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place after Dais and Clair face off on top of the Vita building, but before Episode #16 (Target). Liberties were taken with characters� pasts but with only 26 episodes total we believe there is room for that. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: Don�t own them, not making any money off them.

Chapter 10

          �Who the fuck are you?� Clair demanded of the voice on the other end of his cell phone. �Oh. Right.� He turned away from Giovanni who had approached him, a shirt acquired from the market in hand. �Look, I don�t care if he said you could answer his phone. Just put him on the line. I want to cancel�� Clair pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it quite offended. �Don�t you yell at me. Do you have any idea who you�re talking to?�

          �Master Clair, can�t this wait?� Giovanni asked.

          Clair walked away from Giovanni to the other end of the waiting room of the clinic, still snarling into the phone.

          Daisuke had been talking to J as he watched Clair�s tirade. �I can�t believe he�s working right now. If I got shot you can bet I�d milk it for two weeks vacation.�

          �For an injury like Mr. Leonelli�s the city�s policy would allow you ten days and no more,� J provided. �On that subject, Daisuke. You have been out of the office for almost 72 hours. It is long past the regulation timeframe for checking in. We should stop in and let Kyoko record your reports before you go home.�

          �First off, I�m protecting Mr. Leonelli. The way I understand it that takes priority over everything. Kyoko likely knows not to expect us for some time. At least if you want to send her an e-note letting her know some of our activity without divulging where we are, go ahead. But Shun probably isn�t the least bit worried.�

          �Look here, you nasty little bastard,� Clair was yelling into the phone. �Put your keeper on the phone! Now!� Clair cursed loudly and threw the phone. �I can�t believe he hung up on me.� He looked at the phone. Somehow it hadn�t shattered like so many others had. �Ian, check and see if that still works. I have a couple more calls to make.�

          �You should be resting,� Ian said, chancing a lecture.

          Clair just glared at him and turned to Daisuke. He was suddenly dizzy and had to lean on the back of the couch to remain standing. He tried to just look like he was slouching and thought that he covered it quite well. �Dice, I��

          �Leaving already?� the doctor appeared, bottle of unidentifiable whiskey in hand.

          �He�s in trouble now.� Daisuke muttered to Mitchal who handed him a shirt they had picked up along with Clair�s when they�d been out earlier that morning. �Doc is very strict with his patients.�

          �I have a lot to do,� Clair said looking over his shoulder at the doctor. �I don�t have time to hang out here for days and days. Don�t worry, I�ll take my painkillers and not over exert myself.� He turned a smile on Daisuke that told the older man that Clair was lying about that last part.

          Daisuke blushed though he knew damn well whatever Clair intended to do, it would have to wait a few days. Not to mention he was shirtless when Clair had turned to him. He pulled the turtleneck skater sweater over his head. �Man, Mitchal. That�s a tight fit.�

          Ian looked up from the phone like he was about to say something. After a glance at Mitchal that left the red-head blushing, he just shook his head and went back to fiddling with the cell phone, trying to make it work.

          �Damn right, you will.� The doctor grabbed Clair�s arm and pulled him towards the operating room. �And you�re going to sit down and listen to me too.�

          �But,� Clair looked at Giovanni and Daisuke for help.

          �Don�t look at me like that. I�ll help him strap you down if he needs me to.� Daisuke said. �You aren�t going to risk getting worse by going off on some half-brained dance marathon or something.�

          Giovanni shot Daisuke a dirty look and hurried to follow Clair and the doctor. �Master Clair, just listen to what he has to say. Then we can get out of here.�

          �You are going to get out now.� The doctor pointed at Giovanni. �I�m hung over something awful and I won�t listen to your screaming when I have to give your little master his post-operative instructions. So get out.� He turned to Daisuke. �And take lover boy there with you.�

          Daisuke looked for a place to hide. Dared not turn and look at J as he spoke. �Well then, J, you stay here and keep an eye on Cl�MR. Leonelli.� He turned to Clair. �I�m going to leave for just a bit, Clair. Before Doc here throws me out.�

          Clair shook loose from the doctor�s grip. He half pouted but then shrugged. �Fine. Go on, Giovanni. Take a walk or something.� Clair looked at the doctor. �Can one of the other two stay? I have too much on my mind to remember everything myself.�

          �I don�t care, so long as they�re quiet,� the doctor replied, heading for the operating room. �Just hurry and get in here.�

          Clair nodded and took the two long strides to Daisuke. He pushed the blue hair out of his face and without touching him, leaned in to kiss him quickly. Apparently not caring about who might be looking. �Later.� He turned and headed towards the back of the room.

          Guess the secret�s out. Daisuke thought as he couldn�t help but smile. Now if can just slip out before J starts analyzing what just happened I�ll be a happy man.

          �Oh, and Clair,� Daisuke had no idea why but he thought this would cheer up the younger man. �When I get back, I have a little something I found in the market for you last night to give you.�

          Clair grinned and followed the doctor into the other room. �Then don�t be gone long. I don�t like to wait for things.�

          Giovanni silently stalked out of the clinic. He jammed his hands down in his pockets and looked up and down the street, trying to decide where to go.

          �See ya, J,� Daisuke waved and stepped out. It was bit chilly. The water pipes must be broken again. He zipped up the black and orange skater sweater all the way. �Guess I�ll head over to that bar and grill that serves the grilled cheese sandwiches.� He pulled the silver bracelet out of and stuffed it back further in the pocket of the cargo pants he�d been given to get out of the damn painted on leather. He decided to take the quicker way and slipped down a nearby alley to grab a ladder and go by the rooftop network.

          Giovanni headed off in the opposite direction, but quickly changed his mind. He had come very close to losing Master Clair and he just didn�t have the patience to wait out this little phase of his. He was going to do something about it. He was going to get rid of Daisuke. Ducking through a dimly lit corridor, he stepped out into the alleyway that would lead Daisuke out onto the main street he was heading for. Giovanni looked both ways, searching for any sign of Daisuke.

          This is just what I needed. Daisuke took a running jump to the next rooftop. Some fresh air, a good run, not a lot of people. Exhilarating. It�s real. �I wasn�t dreaming,� he said to the network of pipes as he leaped to a lower building. �He didn�t care who saw, he really�he really�� Daisuke jumped in the air and landed on the first level from the roof of the fire escape. He nearly danced down the steps as he moved down them fast. �I love him and he loves me.�

          �I wouldn�t be celebrating just yet,� Giovanni said as he looked up the last flight of rickety steps at Daisuke. �And I wouldn�t be announcing it to the whole of the Underground, either. There were only trusted friends and colleagues in that room. You won�t be locking lips with the Vampire on the front steps of the casino.�

          �Heh, I didn�t see you there.� Daisuke grinned sheepishly and stretched to put a hand in his hair. �I didn�t say that last part that loud and there was nobody to hear. Ease up. Clair�s just as happy as I am. Shouldn�t you be happy for him?�

          �You�re just hanging around for a week or so. Protecting Clair has been my full time job since I was twelve years old. It�s my duty to look after his best interests. Even when he doesn�t.� Giovanni replied coolly.

          �Yeah, I get that. You�ve got nothing to worry about. I really care about him, Giovanni. I�d never do anything to hurt him. And yes, I know what you�re thinking but in my heart and mind he�s already more important to me than my job.�

          �That�s not comforting,� Giovanni stepped back so Daisuke could step down into the alley. He glared at the brick wall across from them. �He�s extremely important to me, Aurora. His happiness is all I�m concerned about. But I think that perhaps he�s confused lust with something more. He�ll do whatever he wants, he always does. I can�t stop him. But I can warn you. In a couple weeks, you�ll be old news. He�ll be on to something else. Someone else, maybe. It�s best if you just stop this now before it goes too far.�

          Daisuke lost a little of the spring his step had had. �You know, I think I have the proof your looking for. I�d rather he drop me like a hot potato after a few weeks of mutual bliss than turn around today and hurt him by not seeing our feelings through. Still think I�m not good for him? C�mon pal, I know a place with good food that�s always free for me and my friends.� Daisuke patted Giovanni on the back.

          Giovanni�s hand lashed out to push Daisuke away. His fingers closed over Daisuke�s upper arm and he backed him against the wall. �I�m not your friend.� He growled in Daisuke�s face. He glared down at the shorter man, dark eyes filled with undeniable hatred. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Daisuke what a horrible mistake he was making. But the words just never quite formed. Giovanni�s eyes got distracted by Daisuke�s lips, parted slightly in shock.

Just minutes ago, those lips were pressed to Clair�s. He could see a tiny healing cut on Daisuke�s bottom lip that had to come from Clair�s lip ring. He couldn�t imagine the kiss that could do that to his lips.

          Giovanni wondered if there was still a trace of Clair on Daisuke�s lips. He leaned down before he could stop himself and captured Daisuke�s lips beneath his own. His tongue hungrily ran over Daisuke�s lips, desperately searching for the taste of Clair.

          Daisuke moved from shocked to confused to angry in seconds. His teeth clamped down on Giovanni�s questing tongue. �What the fuck was that? You warning me of him so you can have me? Or him, maybe? What�s your deal? Get the fuck away from me!� Daisuke wishing he had a gun right about now readied himself for the dirty street fight this might turn into.

          Giovanni had staggered back but now he lunged back at Daisuke, intent on pinning him to the wall. �Don�t hurt yourself trying to understand. You can�t.� He barely missed taking a fist to face. �What I feel for Clair is something you will never ever be able to match.�

          �Ok. I get it. We aren�t going to be friends.� Daisuke moved several steps away from him. �Fine and if you�re right about me being a passing phase you have nothing to worry about. So,� Daisuke was offended and wasn�t thrilled with Giovanni�s insinuations. �May the best man win.� He started to walk away raising a hand to say good-bye. �Later, then.�

          Giovanni lunged forward, tackling Daisuke. He held him down as he roughly tore at the cargo pants. �I don�t intend to have you around any longer, Daisuke.� Giovanni laughed coldly. �Clair won�t want a broken toy, will he?�

          �Giovanni! Clair will go off the deep end if you do this. Think about it.� Daisuke tried to twist his body around to get away as crawling would just get him out of the pants quicker. �And you are not going to do this. You don�t want to. You�re a cool-headed guy, aren�t you?� Daisuke was secretly praying he wasn�t wrong about Clair�s right hand man. Then again the guy was probably a cold blooded killer. At least he would be for Clair.

          �Actually, I have to remember to compliment Clair on his taste. You are a hot little morsel. This might not be as disgusting as I thought at first.� Giovanni snarled, pulling the cargo pants open, tearing off one of the buttons. His hand that wasn�t holding Daisuke down began to work the fabric over Daisuke�s hips.

          It�s an alley in the Underground. There has to be something here to use as a weapon. Daisuke moved his hand over the pavement. It moved over something sharp but not terribly big. Bottle cap. Not exactly the best choice in this situation but if I make it count. �I�ll be disgusted for the both of us.� His hand gripped the bottle cap and in one quick motion drug it across Giovanni�s unprotected eyebrow. Not a major wound but the blood should make it harder to see. He got ready to attack again.

          Giovanni cursed and doubled his efforts to wrest Daisuke�s pants off him. He got a grip on the belt and started to roll the pants down, over Daisuke�s ass.

          �I swear I�m going for your throat this time if you don�t stop!� Daisuke didn�t want to do this. Didn�t want to put it in that file of things to overcome and survive. Of course, that might not be an option. Giovanni just might decide to kill him and be done with it. Faced with that grim possibility he knew he might have to play for keeps. He gripped the bloody bottle cap as he stared at Giovanni�s jugular.

          A cold bit of metal was suddenly pressed against Daisuke�s temple. �Don�t make me do this,� Giovanni said, pulling back the hammer on his gun. �Because god help me, I will.�

          Whatever happens, could it be worse than a bullet to the head? Daisuke dug deep his eyes shading a lighter green. Detached. Aloof. As long as I can be. �I guess I don�t have a choice.� He said softly.

          Giovanni stashed his gun and returned to peeling off Daisuke�s pants. He rolled the smaller man over, onto hands and knees. He leaned over Daisuke and hissed in his ear. �I want to hear you. I want you to tell me what he�s done to you. What you�ve done to him. I want to know it all.�

          �Screw you!� So much for detached and aloof. Daisuke racked his brain for way to defeat the larger man who seemed to have the advantage. �You might be able to get what you want from my body. But what we did is none of your fucking business.� Daisuke bit his tongue to keep from saying the bitter phrasing he wanted to add. Something about if Clair wanted him to know he�d have had him in his bed and not Daisuke. Probably saved his life.

          Giovanni roughly pushed two fingers inside Daisuke. �I can guess, you know. Clair�s done damn near everything to me already. Were you spread eagle in the doorway? Maybe hogtied and sucking cock?� Giovanni used his fingers to pushed Daisuke open as far as he could.

          �Sounds like you had some wild times.� Daisuke gritted his teeth trying not to react to the stretching almost ripping sensations Giovanni forced on him. He�d only been with Clair that once and this was a totally different feeling. It wasn�t like back when he sucked cock and it became rote. This felt horrible, worse than he�d ever feared. He�d been an Untouchable. He never feared this horror. Never. �Believe me, we haven�t had time to do everything so why bore you with details?�

          Giovanni yanked his hand out of Daisuke and started to undo his own pants. �Never mind,� he snarled. �It isn�t like it matters at this point.� He grabbed Daisuke�s hips and used them to lever himself into Daisuke. His cock pushed in, unforgiving. �You�re going to be gone before I know it.�

          Daisuke lost almost total control of his arms and legs he was shaking with fear so badly. He only stayed up because of the way Giovanni held him. �You don�t understand. I�m not made for this. I�ve been an Untouchable. I�m half Celestial�please� this could destroy my mind. It hurts. I�m scared.� He also couldn�t seem to stop trying to stop it by finding the right thing to say.

          His pleading only seemed to encourage Giovanni. He thrust in no set rhythm, first hard and deep, then shallow. He was laughing softly in Daisuke�s ear as he continued the assault.

          Why wasn�t it like any other feeling, any other flavor, or intense sensation? Why wasn�t it going away? Getting old. Wasn�t that what being half-celestial did to everything. Why not this? Of all things, why not this? �Clair.� He called out weakly like somehow he�d be there in seconds. �Clair,� He sobbed. Again as if his name was enough to materialize his lover.

          Giovanni grabbed a fistful of Daisuke�s hair, using it as a handle to pull his head back. �That�s not what I wanted to hear, Daisuke.�

          �What do you want to hear then?� Daisuke spoke through desperate tears.

          �Everything,� Giovanni growled as he let go of Daisuke�s hair and grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other, his fingers digging into soft flesh.

          �We danced in the club. Real sexy and like we�d done it a million times.� Daisuke started somewhat meekly. �Then he got angry and�� He stopped. �No, I can�t. This only makes this whole thing feel worse. Please don�t ask me to.�

          Giovanni wrapped his hands around Daisuke�s upper arms and brutally pushed him away, sending him sprawling face down on the ground. �Come back here, Daisuke. If you�re not going to talk, you�re going to suck,� Giovanni�s hand reached for Daisuke�s hair when he didn�t move fast enough.

          Trying to get his bearings, Daisuke spoke with the defiance he had left. �You know, you�re the one filthy disgusting bastard that could make even that which I�ve done many times with many unappealing characters for money nauseating.� His ability to feel was going psycho. He could feel every piece of dirt that agitated the serious scrapes on his palms and legs.

          Giovanni yanked his hair, pulling Daisuke towards him. �I knew you weren�t as squeaky clean as everyone thought.� He muttered. He drew Daisuke up to his knees. �I could see you fighting not to open wide and swallow it all down. Old habits die hard, huh?� Giovanni laughed cruelly. �Tell me, do you get hard on demand too? Or is that extra?� He took hold of Daisuke�s cock and started stroking it, seeing if he could coax it or command it into a full erection.

          Daisuke could feel something inside himself unraveling. His pride? His grip on the past and present? Heightened sensation met with a cloudy mind. A stray thought about how good a hit of Black tab would be after this went unchecked as his cock responded the way he�d let himself be taught.

          Giovanni turned Daisuke so he was kneeling, facing the wall. He directed one of Daisuke�s hands to support him against the wall and then lead the other to Daisuke�s own cock. He thrust into him again, letting his hips follow the rhythm he was setting for Daisuke�s hand stroking his cock.

          Having no where to retreat as his mind had become a jumbled mess, Daisuke tried to make it about feeling the pleasure he could give himself. He focused on the feel of his own cock, the hot skin blocking out the pain of the scrapes. He let his hand stroke and tease with an expert touch and tried to stop feeling the rest of the assault.

          Giovanni�s hand closed over Daisuke�s taking control of the rhythm. He rocked harder into him, pushing ever deeper. Giovanni could feel the heat, the pressure building at the base of his cock. He increased the speed and roughness of his thrust, and pulled Daisuke�s hand away from his cock. Leaning on both of Daisuke�s hands, Giovanni braced himself against the wall. A few more violating thrusts, and he came, pulling out to splatter all over Daisuke�s ass and thighs.

          Daisuke�s fingers tensed and got bloody scratches from the rough bricks as he cried out from the surprise of being full then being completely empty and being marked by hot cum. He just stay there braced against the wall, eyes shut tight not to stop the tears but to block out the world.

          Giovanni leaned against him for a moment then he pulled back. The fog of irrational anger that had possessed him was clearing, revealing something out of his worst nightmares. He stared mutely at Daisuke as he stood. What had he done? How could he? He stumbled back, unable to look away from Daisuke. His eyes became unfocused for a second and he saw in place of Daisuke images from the past.

Clair. Stripped of his dignity, alone, frightened, hurt when I had been unable to protect him. After what had happened to him at the school and after that. So many times he�d been left weeping and broken. Giovanni hit the wall opposite Daisuke and leaned against it for a long minute, breath coming in uneven ragged gasps. I have become just like them. I have betrayed Clair just like his father did. Maybe worse.

          Giovanni wiped away the renegade tears that escaped his usually cold eyes and took a hesitant step forward, wondering if there was something he could do for Daisuke. Wishing he could take back all of it, erase it from both their minds.

          �He�ll never know.� Daisuke said loud enough to be heard but coarse from a throat full of screaming. �He can�t lose both of us, it would destroy him.� He crawled over to get what was left of his pants and then huddled under the fire escape to get them on. �You�ll be no good to him if you let it haunt you.� He sounded now like he was far away from the conversation. �I�ll just go back to my place and you take care of him.� He didn�t mean his apartment or his job. He knew that. Something in him didn�t feel right and he couldn�t go back. �Like you said. Clair won�t want damaged goods.�

          �Aurora,� Giovanni started, but he didn�t know what to say. He didn�t know how to make it right again. He drew in a breath, and ran his hand through his hair. �I didn�t mean to�� He trailed off, words just not seeming to want to come. �I should get back to him. You should too. He�� Giovanni had to wrestle with whether or not to tell Daisuke something that he knew.

          Daisuke held out a shaky hand with something sparkly in it. �Just say you saw me get clipped by the sniper and I fell in the sewage canal. You tried to catch the guy but he was gone. You came back and saw that the bracelet I had for him that I�d shown you to ask your opinion was still on the bridge because I dropped it. And then you promise me, you will never do anything to hurt him again. EVER.�

          �I can�t do that. I won�t lie to him too,� Giovanni said, not wanting to touch the bracelet. �You come back. Give that to him yourself.� He stepped back, away from Daisuke.

          �You don�t get it do you. He may love me but you are the one and only thing he can�t ever lose. Even I get that. What exactly are we going to tell him we were doing out here if I go back? Cementing our relationship with a good back alley fuck?�

          �I wouldn�t say that,� Giovanni replied. �But�� he ran his hands through his hair again. �Look, he went through a lot to get close to you. I was there to watch him set this all up. I saw him do some pretty crazy shit to get to you. I was an ass, okay? Well, I�m sure you can think of something worse to call me. But the point is�� He looked away from Daisuke, like he didn�t want to see anyone when he said what he was thinking. �If there was anyone who could take my place with Clair, it�d be you. What I thought I could be, you are. Don�t just walk away from that because I couldn�t control my jealousy. It would destroy Clair and I can�t let that happen.�

          Daisuke used the wall to brace himself and stood up slowly. He tried a step and then another. Something in Giovanni�s words was over-riding the trauma, the horror of the last few minutes. Something about Clair. �Then what just happened didn�t. We take this secret to our graves. Now what exactly did Mr. Extremes do?�
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