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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 12
          It always started the same. Some random sound or movement would wake him in the middle of the night and Boma would turn over to wrap his arms around the warm body that shared his too small bed. He buried his nose in the fluff of blonde hair, inhaling the sweet scent of cheap strawberry shampoo. Then the kisses, soft yet familiar, began. First on his lover�s forehead and making their way to his lips where the half-awake man returned them.

          Long lashes gave way to bright green pools as Daisuke opened his eyes, focusing on Boma. His hand moved quickly to playfully curl his fingers in the hair near the nape of his beloved�s neck. He presses his body close so the older man can feel both the heat of his bared chest and the chill of the bullet he never parts with. It is actually made of silver and always reminds them both of the first night they came together.

Daisuke having had too much of too many mixed drinks had asked, concerned as Boma pulled away his shirt, if he wanted him to take the necklace off because Boma being a werewolf might be hurt by it like the legends say. After reassuring the blonde detective it would not, they�d fallen together and not separated until early the next evening.

          Daisuke�s other hand reached to pull Boma�s hand to brush over the tight green flannel shorts he wore that had once been a full pair of pajama pants. His hand tenderly ran over the curve of Daisuke�s hip and eased its way across the flat of his stomach to rest just above the eager bulge of his cock. Boma tilted his head to kiss Daisuke again, his fingers making their teasingly slow way down to caress his cock through the flannel. He cupped the back of Daisuke�s head as he rolled him onto his back, not breaking the kiss. Holding himself up just a little above Daisuke, Boma paused to look down at him. There was no hurry. There was no need for this to be a quick, frantic mating. They had the entire night.

          Lips curled to a small smile as Daisuke shifted and rubbed his erection up and down Boma�s still clothed groin. Eager but willing to make it last till the early hours of morning. Well, maybe. He was already very hard. Good thing he was also insatiable.

          Boma�s mouth began to work its eager way down Daisuke�s throat, across his shoulders and over his chest, reacquainting itself with the subtleties of Daisuke�s body. As he moved down Daisuke�s body, Boma hooked his fingers in the waist of the smaller man�s shorts and eased them down his legs. Enraptured by his lover�s nude form, Boma tossed the shorts aside to be lost somewhere in his warehouse apartment with the rest of the detective�s clothes.

          One of Daisuke�s hands crossed his face in a very sexy motion. It paused just so it shaded his eyes. He seemed to be paused in timeless innocence and heightened passion.

�Let me see all of you.� The request was a deep wish meant to be felt in the very core of his beloved�s soul.

          Boma nodded, pretending not to know what Daisuke meant as he started the rather more complicated than necessary process of undoing his pants. He wasn�t entirely comfortable with all of himself yet. Even here.

          Moving with graceful speed Daisuke sat up and began pushing up the silky fabric of Boma�s dark green tank top. Not too high and making sure he rubbed the bunched up fabric across Boma�s nipples while his tongue traced swirls over the man�s torso. He worked his way slowly along the map the outlaw�s defined musculature made for him. He let the shirt drop back down as he started towards the man�s ear. Having reached that sensitive area, he whispered. �Only if you want to. Never before then. But I do want to know all of you, lover.�

          Boma looped one arm around Daisuke�s waist, cupping his ass and using his grip to pull the younger man tight against his chest. Covering his mouth in a kiss but drawing back quickly, Boma spoke quietly. �I cannot kiss you once I remove the mask.� Boma leaned in for yet another kiss.

          Enjoying the kiss and not pulling away until his tongue traced every inch of Boma�s lips several times, Daisuke gave one of his patented smirks. �Oh, I don�t know. It might be a little dangerous but I�m not made of glass you know. Besides, it could be really hot.�

             �I don�t think you�� Boma stopped, letting his hands fall away from Daisuke. He peeled off his tank top and pants as he spoke. �If that�s what you want, Daisuke.� He reached up with both hands and not only turned off the collar that controlled his mask, he took it off altogether.

          Boma�s dark eyes looked at Daisuke from beneath an overhang of thick black fur. The fur covered his entire wolf�s head and continued down, forming a roughly V shaped mat of gradually thinning dark fur that stopped about half way to his navel.

          Daisuke�s smile became even warmer. �All I want is for there to be no fear between us. No fear to love each other. No hiding who we are. We do that with enough of the world.� His hands moved to enjoy the soft somewhat bristly fur as they moved up near the wolf�s ears. He let them sit for a moment at the base and then pinched the very tips playfully.

          Boma made a soft growl-moan sound in his throat and tilted his head to loosen Daisuke�s grip. �Daisuke,� he whispered, dipping his head to nuzzle and lick at the blonde�s neck.

          Daisuke let a blissful mumble out and let his hands wander over Boma�s fur to the smooth part of his back. Here they pushed into the skin a little as his excitement became harder to control. He now found he could tease with his tongue the same ear he�d pinched and wasted no time seeing what other sounds his wolf-lover could make.

          Boma pulled back, hand covering his ear. He didn�t know what to say to being chewed on. So, he chewed back. Sharp wolf teeth closed over Daisuke�s shoulder, exerting enough pressure to be felt but not enough to break the skin.

          Daisuke lost his place as he cried out but he let Boma know he wasn�t hurt by strengthening his grip around him and letting his bare leg tease wherever he could reach and as bendable as he�d worked his body to become that meant up to almost the wolf�s shoulder and back. He seized the opportunity then when Boma pulled back to start working his mouth towards the outlaw�s cock.

          Boma moaned as Daisuke�s lips moved ever closer to his cock. He took hold of his soft blonde hair and used just a little pressure to encourage him. The werewolf braced his knees under himself and leaned back, making it easier for Daisuke to take him in his mouth.

          Daisuke playfully nipped at the base and after a few swirls of his tongue pulled away. Mischievous thoughts barely hidden in his green eyes, he used all his strength and Boma�s relaxed posture to push him backward so that now he was staring down at the werewolf�s chest. Boma�s knees were still bent and he was stretched back as far as he could go. Daisuke then turned himself around and began to work his mouth over and around Boma�s cock in earnest, his own hardness rubbing into the fur just above Boma�s throat.

          It would be a very delicate process for Boma to work Daisuke�s cock into his mouth like he wanted to. But with Daisuke so passionately involved in sucking his cock Boma didn�t think he could keep from biting down. So he would have to settle for a hungry wolf tonguing. Boma worked his tongue over Daisuke�s cock and teased his balls mercilessly. If he had a human face, he would have been smirking as his hands tightened on Daisuke�s thighs, holding them apart and his rough tongue slid to explore the sensitive flesh around then inside Daisuke�s opening.

          Daisuke tensed and tried to get away from the grip Boma had on him. He also just stopped tonguing Boma�s still very erect cock. He seemed frozen in fear. His warm green eyes had turned to a frosty shade and he was trembling fiercely. The images faded from the inside of Boma�s eyes as he opened them, and sat up.

          Boma concentrated on what his inhuman senses were trying to tell him, searching for the cause of the disturbance of his fantasy. He pulled the blanket off himself as he stood and quickly started to put himself to rights. He understood what had triggered the sudden shift in his thoughts.

Daisuke was in danger. He had to find him.

          Upon waking, the first thing Daisuke noticed was the icy metal that surrounded him. He was sitting with his knees bent, feet flat on the cold steel floor. Arms bent at the elbows and twisted to fit. He tried to raise his head only to discover the metal was less than an inch above. He couldn�t move much but if he kept every muscle aware he could draw himself just far enough in on himself to keep most of his naked flesh from resting on the metal.

What do I remember? Right now, not much. It hadn�t felt like this before.

Everything was warm and bright. Every sound was music.

          The cold metal started a more desperate rapid drop in temperature. Then he felt himself tipping forward. They must be rolling the awful metal box he was in. He began to shiver, wishing he could have another taste of the Bruise he�d been so generously given before.

          The rolling stopped and he couldn�t tell if he were upside down or right side up. A moment of peace and then pounding. The whole cube vibrated from the beating it was taking on the outside. Daisuke was trying to keep his senses as he yelled out begging the pounding to stop, pleading for another hit of Bruise. This only made things worse as the sound echoed, multiplying inside the box. The continuous assault on his already sensitive ears and head only made him scream more and try to cover his ears, his elbows and arms banging hard in the claustrophobic space.

          Finally, he heard a latch and the panel above his head opened.

          �Lift him out, but don�t get too touchy feely. I want to be able to see that I got what I paid for,� the man who�d been lecturing Tony as they�d entered the room had stopped in mid-rant to yell at the other men in the room. �I won�t settle for some polished up replica.�

          Tony, having dealt with Daisuke the last few days, knew to motion for another two guys to help him. Sure enough, the minute his arms were able to move again Daisuke came out swinging. In truth, he was just trying to move them from being trapped and stiff but he did get a good right in the jaw of one of Tony�s helpers.

          �That ain�t no replica. Take a good look.�

          The man took his cigar out of his mouth as he drew nearer. �Not bad, Tony. You got him. But where�s his little friend? The pierced and dyed one?� The man looked at Tony with an expression that told the other man he knew damn well who he�d sent him after and just didn�t give a fuck.

          As if the question needed to be really stressed, Daisuke who was too sore to stand said from the floor where he�d crumbled. �Where�s Clair?�

          Tony answering everyone at once said, �Oh, I got a feeling he�ll waltz right in any time now. Of his own accord. What happens then can�t be pinned on me.�

          �I want to go back home now. I�m not sure why I�m here, you know.� Daisuke was still a bit dazed and not even sure where home was. He just felt he shouldn�t be here. And that he needed Clair, who was little more than an indescribable warm thought. Oh, and he really needed some Bruise before he went anywhere. �Just give me a little more for the trip.�

          �Not just yet, little boy,� the man closed in on Daisuke, replacing his cigar in his mouth as he appraised the young man with both eyes and cursory, impersonal hands. �Yep, he�s the real deal. You�ve grown up real nice, Aura. Do you remember me, your old friend Arrion?�

          The clouds began to make room for coherent thought and the first one through was a very aware fear. Daisuke moved to sit up a little better in an attempt to cover as much of himself as possible. �You can�t be real. I got away from you. I know I did.�

          Arrion laughed. �You sure did, didn�t you?� He patted Daisuke�s blonde hair. �But we�re back together now and I have a job that you left unfinished, Aura.� He pointed to a fogged glass door that sat at an angle in the corner of the room, forming a small triangular space. �Go get yourself cleaned up for your photo shoot. The photographer will be here any minute.�

          Past was overlapping present and Daisuke fought to keep them separate. Had he ever been afraid of anyone as much as Arrion? He didn�t think so. �I�m a grown man now, Arrion. I don�t have to do anything you say. People will miss me this time. It�s not like when I was a worthless kid with a habit. So cancel the photographer. I thought you understood I retired from showbiz.�

          �No one retires from showbiz, kid. They just take long vacations. And you�ve been away for seven years. Isn�t it time for your triumphant return?� Arrion roughly took hold of Daisuke�s shoulder, hauling him to his feet. �Now go and do it, or I�ll do it for you. And you don�t want me to have to do that, now do you?�

          Daisuke scanned the room for an escape route. �I�m tougher than I look.� He managed to stand but was not at all ready for the kind of brutal gymnastic fighting it would require to take them all out and get out of there. He moved to obey hoping his strength would be regained in the process. At least they�d stop gawking at him for a while. �It�s farther than I thought.� He muttered as he drug himself over to get cleaned up. He looked over his shoulder. �I trust I don�t have to do this sober, Arrion. You�ve always been more than willing to let your boys indulge before any press work.�

          �After you shower,� Arrion promised, waving him towards the door and turning to a man who had just approached him. �There you are. I was starting to worry you weren�t coming.� He put a hand on the other man�s shoulder and guided him towards a door on the opposite side of the room, laughing and talking the whole way.

          All this time and some things hadn�t changed at all. The shower, if you could call it that, had two temperatures. Too hot and ice cold. However, here it could be an advantage because it would make him able to focus better. If it was like before, Arrion would do the promotional shoot here and then transport the whole production somewhere else. If he was going to escape it would be in that penultimate moment before transport. From what he could recall the �photo shoot� was just a bright light shining while some loser took a few pictures and then that was that. It also meant Arrion was likely still writing the movie script. So, the good news was he wouldn�t die today. So, endure the relatively painless photo shoot and then kick all their asses and get away. A few blue tab bullets would be nice right now.

          �Hurry it up, sweetie,� a voice called from the other side of the glass. �I have three more boys this afternoon and I can�t have some hyped up prima donna holding me up.� The voice started talking to someone else just outside the door. �I thought I was doing a double booking today. I brought extra film and everything.�

          �We didn�t catch the other one,� some goon was answering.

          �That�s a shame,� the voice that had to belong to the photographer sounded very disappointed. �From these preview shots Mr. Arrion gave me, they look so nice together. I�d have loved to work with them both.�

          �Ya may still get your chance, Raymund.� Tony said as Daisuke emerged.

          �Let�s get this over with then,� he sighed. He didn�t like what he was hearing. He didn�t want Clair mixed up in this. Though it was hard to imagine someone even considering putting Vampire in a snuff film. He�d blow up the studio before the first reel. Yes, if he knew what he was walking into. What if he didn�t? Well, then, he�d just have to escape and then Clair wouldn�t need to get involved. The question of why Clair hadn�t already come, grenades blazing, did enter his mind but he refused to acknowledge the train of thought it wanted to start.

          �Right over here, sweetie,� Raymund used a light hand to guide Daisuke to a set of black curtains that divided the room. �Oh, and Mr. Arrion left this for you�� He dug out a slim metal case that he handed to Daisuke. �Now, if you�ll just hurry and do what you have to do, we�ll get started.� He turned to a group of men and started ordering them on how to rearrange the items set up on the raised platform in the center of the curtained off space.

          Daisuke looked over the case�s contents. Oh, how he wanted to take the whole thing. But that would steal the clarity he�d fought to keep. It would make this little annoyance bearable though. No, what about Clair? With a shaky hand he set it down, proving he was not as far gone as they likely hoped their sensory torture exercise had made him and walked over to where he guessed the shoot would take place.

�So,� he looked at the thing behind him. It was a huge round candelabra with patterned swirls of metal inside it holding about twenty unlit candles. �In front of this hideous thing? Man, budget must not any better than it used to be.� He said to Arrion who he guessed was somewhere beyond the bright, blinding light.

          �Actually,� Arrion�s voice drifted in from the darkness all around Daisuke. �You will be mounted on that hideous thing. Boys, help Aura up there.�

          �Still mad about those few boys I helped get away aren�t you?� Daisuke yelled out as an overwhelming number of goons lifted him up to fit him on the huge sculptured candle-holder soon to be torture device.

          �Not really,� Arrion laughed as the goons started to fasten Daisuke to the metal with soft supple leather cording. �I retrieved over half of them. Not the cream of that particular crop, but enough to stay out of the red until the next batch came in.�

          �You bastard!� Daisuke�s hands balled into angry fists as he fought to get any leverage but it ceased as the goons started unraveling thin wires and poking just the slightest part of the base of each into his skin causing little rivulets of blood to slide down his skin. Then they started to light the white candles starting with the ones that didn�t present any danger to him. The white wax melted and turned different colors, covering the metal in a warped rainbow.

          Raymund started snapping pictures at a nearly frantic pace. �The camera loves you, sweetie. Why don�t you love it back, hmm? Give me a little emotion.�

          �Are you for real! Emotion I�� Daisuke stopped as the first drip of candle wax found his flesh instead of metal. He looked up. Several of the candles were very smartly placed to hit his flesh. �This better?� he said bitterly before reacting to another more severe hot rain of wax.

          �Beautiful!� Raymund declared, jumping up on the platform for some close ups.

          �Not to tell you how to do things,� Tony yelled from behind the curtain. �But how about we get a few of him looking more excited?�

          �There is no way I am going to appear excited, you sick fuck!� Daisuke was slipping into a much more street vocabulary. He also was looking over every face so he could remember who was there. He didn�t often have vengeful thoughts but this was different.

          Raymund paused to change rolls of film. �Do tell, Tony.�

          �Well, I ain�t got real experience but,� Tony moved to whisper to Raymund. �But maybe that�s not the kind of thing the boss would appreciate?�

          Raymund looked thoughtful. �Probably not, but it would be aesthetically pleasing. Mr. Arrion�s gone. He doesn�t like to spoil the surprise of the final product�� Raymund was muttering to himself as he considered Tony�s idea. �Okay, let�s give it a try.�

          �What are we trying?� Came Daisuke�s voice as Tony half pulled Charlie out of the shadows.

�He ain�t too bad to look at either.�

�You�re right,� Raymund gave Charlie a once over. �You should keep an eye on him or Mr. Arrion might swoop down and steal him away.�

Charlie looked a bit concerned about this as he moved to take off his shirt. Tony stood back and kept selling the idea. �Just a few blue extensions and some makeup and it will be close enough. Of course I don�t want you to do anything untoward to Charlie but he can do what we talked about.�

�C�mon guys, you can�t honestly think that guy could be mistaken for Clair,� Daisuke called out from the monstrosity. �He�s way too ugly.�

Raymund was already signaling for his assistant. �See what you can do with him,� he ordered, turning to Tony. �You go with and supervise. I�ll take care of things here.� He turned his gaze back to Daisuke.
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