Naked Friend Friday
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,399
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5: Friday Afternoon
Chapter 5: Friday Afternoon
Tatsuha didn’t know how Jesus felt about it, but if being hauled handcuffed and head lumped into a police station facing serious inmate butt candy jail time didn’t qualify as a dire fucking circumstance, he didn’t know WHAT would! As far as he was concerned, the end really was fucking nigh…his rear end!
After not so politely informing the police of his status as a minor, Tatsuha was immediately given access to a phone. Dialing the number he knew by heart, he made the call.
*** ***
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
K lay sweaty and exhausted in bed.
…Every time you are near…
Hiro lay next to him, equally sweaty and equally exhausted.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Phone’s ringing,” Hiro said breathlessly.
…Every time you are near…
“Yep,” huffed K, equally out of breath.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” asked Hiro, still panting.
…Every time you are near…
K took up the phone and immediately put it back down on the nightstand. “Nope.”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Why not?” asked Hiro.
…Every time you are near…
“Because I know it’s not a dire fucking circumstance,” K answered.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“How do you know that?”
…Every time you are near…
“Because last time I checked, Jesus didn’t have a local exchange!”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
The two men laughed heartily.
…Every time you are near…
“K, you are the funniest man I’ve ever slept with,” Hiro said, snuggling beside his lover.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Baby, I’m the ONLY man you’ve ever slept with,” K retorted.
…Every time you are…
The phone stopped ringing.
Silence.
“Right?”
Silence.
“Right???”
Hiro pinched K playfully and the two erupted into another round of laughter.
“Whoo,” said K, “that was a good one!”
“Yeah,” Hiro agreed smiling.
“Mmm…”
“Nnn…”
Silence.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“So,” asked Hiro…
…Every time you are near…
“…wanna shag me rotten…again?”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“God yeah! Wait a second, I’ll get the Vienna sausages.”
…Every time you are near…
*** ***
“Dammit!” Tatsuha jammed the cancel button down on the police phone severing the connection. “I need another call, there was no answer at that one.”
“Sorry, one call per assault,” the booking officer replied, taking the phone from Tats. The officer yawned heavily. He was bored out of his mind.
“Look, dammit, I’m a juvenile and the first thing I’m going to do is tell my lawyer and juvenile legal aid that I was denied my basic rights. AND,” Tats pointed to his lumpy head. It was lumpier than usual. “I’m going to have them take pictures of the police brutality that I was subjected to!”
The officer shifted his barely open eyes toward the boy and pointed to Tatsuha’s case file.
“Says here you slipped on some glass and water and hit your head.”
Tatsuha blinked twice. “RAPE, RAPE, RAPE, RAPE!!!”
“Gawd!” The officer perked up and tossed the phone back to the kid to shut him up. “Damn you’re evil! What’re you trying to do, cause a scene?”
“Damn right!” Tats glared at the man. “Evil begets evil, don’t you go to Temple? That’s the FIRST thing they teach you.” He tossed the phone back to the officer. “I need MY phone--the one y’all confiscated. It has the number I need in it.”
“Oh for Gawd’s sake!” The officer slapped Tats’ cell down on the desk in front of him. “You’d better be glad I’m in a good mood or else I’d haul your little ass up against a wall out back and…”
“RAPE, RAPE, RAPE, RAPE!!!”
“For Gawd’s sake, make the call and shut up!” The officer looked around to see how much commotion the kid had caused. Slowly he slunk back down in his seat to avoid the dozens of curious eyes that were trained on him.
Tatsuha sneered. “That’s more like it. And while you’re sitting there doing nothing, how about fetching me some coffee? No cream, please—I’m watching my girlish figure.”
Tats picked up his phone, accessed his contact list and made a few discreet changes.
Big Daddy’s Contact List:
10—Soubi
9—Lock Pix R Us
8—Poison Control
7—Temple
6—The Nasty Kitty
5—Eiri
4—The Greater Tokyo Manhandler’s Association
3—Yuji’s Dick Emporium and Condom Barn
2—Free Juvenile Legal Aid
1—Babycakes!
Tatsuha glanced at the time on his phone since they’d confiscated his watch. 2:16 pm.
He immediately cursed to himself. Damn, Legal Aid was closed. They always closed by 2 on Fridays. What a stupid thing to do! After two o’clock on a weekend was prime delinquency hours—what the hell were they thinking? Tats closed his eyes and sighed. Now he really WAS going to have to call his brother. He had been hoping that K hadn’t been serious about all that Jesus stuff. That way he wouldn’t have to call Eiri for help and run the risk of hearing about it every single day for the rest of his natural life. Now, because Jesus wasn’t on a local plan and because legal aid didn’t care about daylight savings time, he was going to have to do the inevitable.
He cursed again and tapped a button.
Select # 1
Ring, ring… ring, ring… “Hello?”
“BABYCAKES!” Tatsuha exclaimed, happy to finally hear his man’s voice.
“Ta-kun!” The reciprocated feeling vibrated its happiness out of the speaker at Tatsuha. Knowing that Ryu was glad to hear from him always made Tatsuha well up with warmth. He smiled through the phone at his Heart.
“Babycakes, where were you? I tried calling you earlier.” He glanced over at the booking officer who was taking an interest in his conversation and turned to the side to face away from the nosy bastard.
“In the bathroom? All that time? Why? Ohh…your tummy is upset?” Tatsuha rolled his eyes. “You know why your tummy is upset don’t you? It’s all that cheese you’ve been eating lately! Damn that K! Baby, ever since K dropped the cheese bomb on NG, you’ve been nursing a serious addiction.”
“No I haven’t, Ta-kun,” Ryu said around a mouthful of cheese.
“Yes you have! You’re eating it right now, aren’t you?” Tatsuha knew when Ryu was trying to be deceitful. Ryu’s deception tactics worked about as well as a pair of two-yen underwear. Within seconds they were both full of holes.
Ryu looked down at the plate full of cheese he’d snatched from a break room and quickly chewed the rest of his brie and swallowed. “No,” he answered truthfully.
“Baby, I know you too well. Here lately, you can’t pass a plate of brie without breaking down. Just mentioning the grocery store makes you giddy with anticipation and SUDDENLY you have a fascination with the state of Wisconsin! At first it was kind of cute, but I don’t mind telling you, in addition to all the upset stomachs, all this dairy consumption has made you a hard man to work with lately, if you catch my drift!”
The booking officer perked up again. Man? He leaned forward. Tatsuha turned all the way around in his chair.
“Anyway, Baby, I need a favor. I didn’t want to waste my one call on just Eiri—even though he’s got the money for bail and the cutthroat lawyers, so I need you to call him for me. I need you to conference in a call between the three of us. Can you do that for me?”
“Tatsuha, were you here earlier?” Ryu asked, ignoring the request.
“Yes, Sweetness, I was, but I couldn’t find you. So, if you would just call Eiri--”
“Ta-kun,” Ryu interrupted, “Noriko said you want to suck her toes and be her sledgehammer. Is that true?”
Tatsuha could hear the hurt bubbling out of the phone at him.
Shit! Tatsuha closed his eyes and cursed. Damn these horn dog Uesugi genes I’m saddled with!
“Uhh, no, Cuteness Personified, I was…umm…well, your man was under a bit of duress at the time and there were people hunting for him, and he’s got rampant genes, and he couldn’t find you and that damn Ichimoto-san…”
“Ta-kun, you hurt my feelings. First you don’t think I can take care of myself with other people and you hit them with cheese I could’ve eaten and now you don’t want to suck my toes anymore?!”
Tastuha’s heart fell to the floor. “OF COURSE NOT, Muffin Pan! I KNOW you can take care of yourself, believe me I do, but I just can’t stand to see people slobbering all over you like some kind of…uhh…oh…yeah…perverted, rabid fanboys like I used to be…uhh (sweatdrop)—THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT! Huh? NO BABY! Yours are the ONLY piggies I want in my mouth. I mean, I LOVE you! I love YOU! I just got carried away is all. But can we talk about this later? Right now I need you to…what? Oh NO, Baby, don’t put me on TIME OUT!”
The booking officer snickered, behind him.
Tatsuha hunched over the back of the chair with his phone. “Can we PLEASE talk about this later at Eiri’s? Yes, Starshine, we’re still going to NFF. NOTHING but the Apocalypse could keep me from that and even then I’d have it postponed. Now please, Heart Blanket, I’m begging you to call Eiri for me and conference him in. You don’t? Didn’t you read the manual that came with the phone when I gave it to you? You couldn’t read it? Oh…right…Baby, we’re going to have to learn you some reading, ok? Hooked On Phonics or maybe enroll you in the Center For Kids That Can’t Read Good…something... Well, ok, then just call wait us together then click over and tell him what I say, ok? Good, thank you, Ryu. I love you more than money, Sugar Dumpling!”
The line clicked silent and Tatsuha waited.
*** ***
Yuki stifled yet another yawn. He was bored out of his fucking skull. For the past two hours he’d been sitting in a meeting at his publisher’s where he’d been mercilessly subjected to questions about his impending deadline and back and forth discussion about his upcoming novel, “Your Love is Like Bacon—Too Much Is Sure to Kill Me.” The sheer boredom of it all was killing him. His mind kept wandering and he was having the damndest time focusing on the agenda topics. Even his ass had vacated the premises, having fallen asleep a good 45 minutes earlier! He shifted uncomfortably and flexed, trying to generate some feeling back there. Nothing.
After a few futile attempts at resurrecting his derriere, Yuki settled on just letting his mind flutter from random subject to random subject.
He thought about the fact that he needed more socks. For some reason, whenever Shuichi did the laundry, he turned up sockless. He couldn’t figure out what the kid was doing to his socks, but he was going to buy some more, then put a solid end to the sock rustling or whatever it was that was going on.
He thought about what he’d have for dinner. Shuichi was at the studio, so chances were he’d have a nice, quiet dinner at home for a change. None of that grease fried crap that Shuichi was so fond of, but good quality gourmet food with many hard to pronounce syllables. Absently he wondered if there was any brie left over from the last time Ryuichi had visited. It’d go nicely with some wine before he had dinner.
Speaking of Sakuma, Yuki wondered if he and his horn dog brother had been able to get in some Naked Lap dance Thursday time after yesterday evening’s goings on. Shuichi had told him all about it as he had handed him the envelope with his book proofs in it. Yuki had been about to call Tatsuha up and tell him off for not delivering the proofs in person hours earlier like he’d promised, but then as Shuichi told him all about the cheese and the cops and the Cookin’ With Jesus, Yuki had let it go. There was nothing that he could do to Tatsuha that would outweigh the damage his stupid kid brother usually ended up doing to himself. Besides, Shuichi had come home from work still in the clothes from his video wardrobe fitting. The short shorts and the late hour had struck Yuki just right and before he knew it, he’d passed out from orgasmic bliss. Yuki didn’t know a single other soul on Earth that wore booty shorts like his boy, Shuichi. And though he’d never admit it, he was ALWAYS happy to see video time roll around.
He closed his eyes and imagined what his own personal version of Naked Lap dance Thursday would be like with Shuichi and his infamous stage slut wear.
And Yuki smiled at all the scandalous possibilities.
*** ***
Yuki opened the door to his flat.
Echoes of a softly silken siren voice beckoned him inside and the sultry, sauntering tempo moved his body within as the door closed behind him.
Fragile seams,
I opened up too quick and all my dreams,
Were walking out-- I'd slowly lost my fire…
Yuki went inside his home and discovered that the living room had been replaced by the inside of a club--a dark, dank strip joint to be precise. Not one of the high-end, high quality establishments he frequented, but a place one would find in the dark corner of an alley somewhere forsaken; a place where people looked as if they would just as likely slit a throat more for the cheap ink pen a man carried than any money they might happen to find.
I had no sensation,
Completely numb, left with no satisfaction…
It was a run down place with shabby furniture, sticky floors and cheap liquor. The not so large room was filled with a haze of thick smoke that veiled the faces of men that by day were probably upstanding and respectable, but by night happily gave in to their inner pervert and let the R. Kelly within rule them like a third world dictator.
I thought no-one could ever get me high again,
I swear, I was not looking…
All of them, Yuki included, were looking for satisfaction.
Satisfaction for the hole in their lives.
Satisfaction for the hole in their hearts.
Sex that was a quick and easy substitute for satisfaction.
Oh, I waited so long,
I thought the real thing was a fake,
I thought it was a tool to break me down…
Yuki looked around him.
In the darkness, soft moans, promises of sex and pleasure and the familiar rustle of exchanged bills, ran counter to the music that blared over the loud speakers that were mounted on the empty stage and accompanying catwalk to his left.
Yuki looked around again.
What am I doing here, Yuki thought. There’s nothing here for me…no satisfaction to be had…
He turned to leave, unsure of where he was and how he got there when…
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” a disembodied voice announced. “The Sex Kitten.”
You proved me wrong,
again…
A brilliant spotlight lit up the dark stage and there, standing in the center of its bright circle stood Shuichi Shindou, Sex Kitten extraordinaire.
A pink cowboy hat with chinstrap pulled down low and cocked over one eye…
A leather collar with a chain leash…
A sleeveless white vest complete with silky strands of cowboy fringe dancing along the bottom edge –donned over a smooth shirtless chest, …
And the nosebleed causing short shorts he’d worn home the night before--the bottoms of which were attached by garter to the top of his knee high platform boots…
If love were liquid it would drown me,
In a placeless place would find me,
In a heart shape come around me and then
Melt me slowly down…
Yuki stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t stop staring. It was as if a baser need had taken him over and put the rest of him on automatic. He was helpless against the sensations that were now swarming over him, swirling through him, washing down him, melting him…
Like chocolate…
Without even realizing what he was doing, Yuki walked toward the front of the room almost involuntarily. Mesmerized by the sight of his man sashaying to the music in those goddamn shorts, he sat in a creaky chair by the stage and gave in willingly to his sexy captor.
The Sex Kitten prowled the catwalk like a rosette colored cat on the hunt, rubbing his hands over his chest as he went--working the stage like he owned it and working Yuki like he owned him. He kept his eyes on Yuki as he did and continued to swing his ass from left to right with a sensual pendulum-like precision, taking Yuki’s eyes with it wherever it went.
Shuichi parted his wet-glossed lips and ran a tiny pink tongue over them, calling Yuki’s attention back up to his face--attention which Shu bade stay there while he seduced the blonde man with a slow, naughty smile.
Bam!
Down on the stage in a side split, showing off limber, lithe legs that splayed across the space, giving ample views of the promises they contained between them.
Shu rose back up on his knees and folded his legs beneath him to worm his way sinuously toward the obligatory metal pole—the only thing that stood between him and the object of his desire…the target of his hunt. He caught the pole between his knees and wrapped his smooth legs around them--taking hold of it with one hand and hauling his body of perfection to a stand in one fluid movement.
A hop and a short leap later, Shuichi swung himself in a wide loop around the pole and hung suspended above the stage, sliding himself slowly down it, making sure Yuki saw him licking his way down the sides of it.
Just before he hit the floor, Shu suddenly kicked both legs to one side of the pole, then swung himself up and around to hang upside down—wrapping the pole once again with his legs.
There, suspended against gravity, Shu made a move that made Yuki’s mouth fall open and his eyes widen in lustful disbelief. Shu began making love to the pole, treating it like a metal version of Yuki—sliding his hands up and down the space he could reach while grinding himself upside down against it as if its hardness were the heated hardness Yuki had made him so familiar with. He writhed there upside down on the pole, unabashedly humping it to the sensual beat of the music, pleasuring himself with his grinds and sending Yuki’s name in breathy kitten whispers floating through the air to where his own personal voyeur sat watching him.
Instant erection.
Shu ground the pole.
Yuki leaned forward.
Shu licked the pole.
Yuki sat forward and swallowed hard.
And then, reaching the point that would either make him or break him, Shu stopped the action mid-coitus and slithered down the pole, hand over hand, undulating the rest of his body behind him like a sensual asp that could kill with looks as well as the touch of its bite against warm skin.
Reaching the stage, Shu crawled toward Yuki on hands and knees, his back and shoulder muscles working to resemble a tiny lion that, driven by hunger, had found its evening meal.
Perched at the edge of the stage, Shu tensed his body, then sprang through the air, launching himself the short distance that separated him from his lover and landed with a pounce in Yuki’s lap.
His boy smelled like sex…and peppermints…
Sex and candy…
The instant the two bodies connected, Shu wasted no time. He straddled his man and wrapped his legs around Yuki’s back and the back of the creaky chair. The legs of the seat groaned under their combined weight and threatened to eject them both, but Yuki held onto Shu and Shu held onto Yuki and the two of them held each other through Shu’s hard gyrations that were threaten to break all three of them down and melt Yuki…
Like chocolate…
Yuki felt dizzy.
Whether it was the lack of actual oxygen or the fact that he was being dry humped to within an inch of his life, he wasn’t sure, but one thing he did know—the Sex Kitten on his lap and he were bound together.
Bound together by the air they shared…
Bound together by the heated friction that was melding them together…
Bound together by the violet optical harness that Shu had used to tether his man to him…
The violet optical harness, that try as he might, Yuki just couldn’t escape.
He felt the magnetic pull of Shu’s eyes and felt his very heart shudder at the powerful hold the pink kitten had over him. Yuki wanted to rip all the clothing his boy had on off and take him where they sat. Just rip away the fabric that was stretchy and clingy and left little to the imagination and leave it in a discarded and tattered pile on the floor…
“Yuki…”
Shu’s voice was breathless and thick with ragged lust that came packaged with the signs of a close release.
Rip it all off…all except the hat. Yuki liked the hat on his boy…a lot.
“You can keep your hat on…” Yuki whispered in Shu’s ear.
Shu smiled and licked Yuki’s ear, sending a violent shiver through the both of them.
“Yuki…”
“Yes…” Yuki answered back, or he thought he did. He couldn’t tell. His voice was lost over the involuntary moans the sexy siren was forcing him to expel through his rapid breathing.
“Yuki…”
Shu leaned forward and redoubled his efforts, riding Yuki’s erection like his life depended on it. He slid him self back and forth across the space of Yuki’s lap and rubbed and humped his man into total submission.
“y…Yes…”
Shu leaned forward and swallowed Yuki’s moans with a kiss.
“Do you have the proofs Yuki-san?”
Bounces…slides…friction…heat…
“What?” Mmmmm…sooooo…good…
“The proofs, did you bring them?”
Oh, God! Yuki was close. He could feel a burning sensation trailing fire from his dick to the pit of his stomach. An eruption was coming and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to.
Yuki leaned his head back and let out a big groan. “Do you need any more proof than what you’re sitting on?”
Shuichi looked puzzled. “I don’t understand, Yuki-san. You were supposed to bring the proofs back today for this meeting after you approved the changes I sent. Did you do that?”
Yuki’s eyes flew open. He looked up at Shuichi who was still riding him like he was a bad tempered pony. Shu smiled impishly.
“Better give them the envelope, Yuki, or you’ll never be home in time for me to do this.”
Shuichi slammed himself down against Yuki’s rock solid hard on and ground every last living ounce of breath out of Eiri’s body.
Yuki gasped out loud!
Immediately the meeting stopped and all eyes turned toward him.
Hold me and control me and then,
Melt me slowly down…
Yuki blinked. The club, the music and worst of all Shu and his delicious booty shorts vanished and were replaced by the dismally boring conference room table, brown corporate leather chairs and Mizuki, his editor, in her no-nonsense suit looking at him with an opened mouth.
Like chocolate…
“Yuki-san? Um…are you alright?” Mizuki took in the sweaty brows, the quickened breath and the flushed cheeks. Her own cheeks flushed red from what the evidence all pointed toward.
“Yes,” Yuki said quickly, covering himself, shaking off the lingering images of his man about to make him come and go in the same instant. “Umm…sorry, what did you just say?” He wiped at the sweat that was dotting his forehead. Man that had been real! He could still feel the heat of Shuichi’s ass tucked up tight against his--
“The proofs, Yuki-san. Did you approve the corrections I sent to you?”
Proofs? Proofs! Yuki nodded like a dumb brick and slowly it all came back to him. Since Yuki had been up against a deadline, Tatsuha had picked the proofs up the previous afternoon for him, but instead of delivering them straight to Yuki like he’d promised, he’d stopped them off at NG to give them to Shuichi to deliver for him. Tatsuha, who as usual had been running late, had suddenly decided that he didn’t have time both be errand boy AND make it home in time for Naked Lap dance Thursday, so he’d used Shuichi as his “trusted agent.”
Yuki frowned when he thought about his little brother’s irresponsibility, completely ignoring the fact that a: he could’ve picked the proofs up himself and b: this wasn’t the first time Tatsuha had given him the shaft on proof delivery…no pun intended. After regaining consciousness from deep-seated orgasmic bliss that morning, it had been time to go to the meeting and he hadn’t read over anything, let alone opened the envelope.
Yuki prayed mightily that no one would grill him on the corrections he was approving sight unseen.
“Good,” Mizuki said. “Why don’t we take a short break so I can make copies for everyone to review?”
Everyone around the table stood, stretched and began murmured talk about the meeting topics while they filed out toward the coffee in the lounge room. Yuki stood and quickly headed out, making a beeline for the outside and a much needed smoke. He felt better. At least he’d have a chance to read the proofs along with everyone else after the break and if there was anything he didn’t agree with, he’d just tell Mizuki he’d changed his mind on certain points when the meeting was over…after everyone had left.
“Yuki-san?” Behind him Mizuki jogged to catch up. “Can you let me have the proofs now so I can make the copies for everyone?”
“Sure.” He and Mizuki headed back into the conference room where he withdrew the large brown envelope from his bag.
“I know you’re here at the publisher’s and all,” said Mizuki noting the casualness with which he’d left the proofs unattended, “but you really shouldn’t leave stuff like this just lying around.”
Yuki browed a puzzled look at her. “Why?”
Mizuki smiled and took the envelope. “Weren’t you paying attention just now? The whole first half of the meeting was about how the shareholders are terrified of file sharing and pre-release copies of bestsellers hitting Ebay. The digital sharing black market has hit an all time high and it’s beginning to hit even the literary sectors. They’re hoping digital theft doesn’t become as rampant with books as it has the music, movie and video game industry. Wouldn’t that be terrible?”
The 20 plus gigs of porn, music and movies he was harboring on his hard drive skated across Yuki’s mind. He was downloading “Naked Swinging Gladiator Sluts of Ancient Rome—Volume 12,” as they spoke. He certainly hoped volume 12 delivered. Volume 11 had sucked ass—there hadn’t been a single orgy scene in the whole thing! How can you have a porn movie about Naked Swinging Gladiator Sluts in Ancient Rome and NOT have an orgy scene? He was so glad he hadn’t paid for it…
“Pirating is a terrible thing,” he concurred quietly.
“Well,” continued Mizuki holding up the envelope, “this is what you call Proprietary Information--they are the final hard copy proofs that will be used to print the actual book. For all intents and purposes this IS the book. The last thing this company needs is to find that the latest best seller from its number one author is hitting Ebay or Torrent Heaven or any of the Lesbian Mafia websites early. It would be detrimental to both sales and our company’s image.”
“Pirating is a terrible thing,” Yuki repeated. He was starting to sweat a little.
“Oh well, enough preaching,” Mizuki said with a smile. “I know you can be trusted, Yuki-san. If anyone here takes care with their work, it’s you. That’s why you listed your responsible brother as your trusted agent to be able to have him pick up and deliver such sensitive information—you know who you can trust with your career. That’s how you became and remain this company’s number one sensation!”
Yuki opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was implicate himself for his own stupidity concerning signing Tatsuha as his trusted agent. Instead, he turned to head outside for that smoke--something he needed now more than ever.
Mizuki opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. “See you in fif…teen…Yuki…sss….”
Abject silence.
“Umm…Yuki-san,” said Mizuki eyeing her client through narrowed slits. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?”
Yuki turned back and browed puzzlement down at her again. “What do you mean?” A bad feeling was sinking his dick and his heart to deep depths of cold despair. What the fuck had Tatsuha done?
Mizuki showed him exactly what the fuck Tatsuha had done. She turned around the sheet that she held in her hands. Instead of the corrected manuscript, she flipped over an autographed copy of Kaz Ichimoto’s latest press photo.
‘Hey (insert name)! Best of Luck and Good Wishes, Kaz Ichimoto!’ Kaz smiled gaily, both figuratively and literally, from a black and white 8 x 10 glossy. It had a real ink signature.
Yuki’s mouth fell open.
“Could you excuse me for a moment?”
He stormed away without waiting for an answer and headed to the hallway by the elevators. There, he snatched his phone from his pocket and flipped it open to hit the speed dial button he’d programmed with his jackass relation’s phone number, when surprisingly, the phone rang before he could complete his mission.
The name Ryuichi Sakuma popped up on the caller id.
Sakuma? Yuki wondered. Why the hell was Sakuma calling him?
Yuki answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yuki-san!” Ryuichi said brightly. He actually thought Yuki-san was a little scary at times, but that was mostly face-to-face. Talking to him through the relative safety of the phone was much easier.
“Uh, yeah. Um… that jack as—I mean is my brother around?”
“Sort of. Ta-kun is somewhere where he can’t use his phone for two calls so he asked me to call you and tell you what he says. Hold on and I’ll tell him you’re here.”
The line clicked over before Yuki could reply.
Back at the police station, Tatsuha’s arms had gone to sleep from being hunched over the metal backed chair with the phone for so long. The booking officer behind him had begun to make rude noises at him five minutes before. Tatsuha had ignored him with presidential ignorance, but secretly wondered if Ryu had accidentally hung up on him and then forgotten he was even talking to him in the first place.
Tatsuha didn’t want to hang up and redial. He didn’t think the booking officer would take too kindly to him making another phone call and there was only so much legal aid could do for him—especially since he had assaulted a whole building!
Suddenly the line clicked to life in his ear and he jumped up.
“Starshine?”
“Hi, Ta-kun. Yuki-san is on the other line.”
Tatsuha breathed a sigh of relief. “Great! Tell him that I’m in jail and I need him to come bail me out and sign for my release. Because I’m a minor, I can’t do it for myself.”
“Ok, Ta-kun,” Ryu said around another mouthful of cheese. He clicked over, then immediately clicked back. “You’re in jail, Ta-kun?”
The worry bounced into Tatsuha’s ear like a rubber ball and it pained him that he was causing his Reason For Living worry about him.
“Yes, Babycakes, I am. But don’t you worry, I’m fine. Your man is alright!” he said reassuringly.
Ryu frowned. “So what about NFF? Does this mean that you won’t be out in time?”
Tatsuha slumped a little. “I say, Ryu, Darlin’, I’m fine. I haven’t been assaulted or taken advantage of…yet. I’ve got a lump on my head and it hurts like hell, but you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Soooo, NFF?” Ryu pressed.
“Goddammit, Ryu, just tell Eiri what I said!” Tatsuha snapped. He couldn’t believe Ryu was more worried about NFF than his butt candy status! He couldn’t believe that HE was more worried about his butt candy status than NFF! What was the world coming to? Maybe the end really was fucking nigh…
Ryu heard the snap in his man’s voice and chewed brie thoughtfully. “You’re still on Time Out, Ta-kun,” he said casually.
That straightened Tatsuha right out. It was at times like these that Tatsuha swore Ryu’s kiddy chibi act was just that--an act and that Big Daddy had gone and hitched his wagon to the most cunning creature on the face of the Earth. Oh well, at least Starshine was gorgeous and had the sweetest ass this side of a Detroit Cadillac factory.
“I’m sorry, Babycakes,” Tatsuha said humbly. “Will you please tell Eiri what I said?”
Ryu chibi’d again. “Yes! Hold, please.” He clicked over to Yuki.
“Yuki-san? Ta-kun says he’s in jail and he needs you to come pick him up and sign for him because he’s a miner and they don’t have any more shovels.”
Yuki’s face fell apart. “What? Nevermind! Ok, let’s take this one step at a time. Tatsuha is in jail?”
“Yes!”
“And he wants me to come pick him up?”
“Yes!” Chew, chew.
“And they’re beating him with shovels?!”
Ryu thought about it. “Well, he did say that he had a lump on his head.”
Yuki laughed out loud. “Good for them. A little police beat down ought to put his dumb ass in check!”
“So can I, Yuki-san.”
Yuki blinked. “What? Nevermind! Ask him where the hell my manuscript is? That thing is called Proprietary Information right now and if it gets out, my ass is grass! It’s the final hard proof from the print shop and I absolutely cannot have an advanced Eiri Yuki novel hitting the internet or Fuck Forbid, Ebay, until press release.” Yuki paused for a breath. “You got all that?”
“Yes! Hold, please.” Ryu clicked over.
“Ta-kun?”
“Yes, Love Cookie?”
“Yuki-san wants to know where his book is? He says he’s got proof that he’s hard and about to release all over the internet and all up in Ebay and since his ass is propriety, he’ll get pressed between two spoons.” Ryu popped another piece of brie. “If that happens, I think they’ll hit him with a shovel too.”
Tatsuha blinked. “What? Nevermind! Tell him that I gave his stupid yaoi manga to Shuichi last night under the table while K was shooting at us and once it’s been passed into the hands of one of his trusted agents, I’m no longer responsible for it! He should ask Shuichi where the hell it is! Now come down here and bail my ass out while it’s STILL MY ASS!”
“Ok, hold please.” Ryu clicked over.
“Yuki-san? Ta-kun says he gave the book to Shu while he was under the table shooting his trusted agent into him like a yaoi manga and that he’s not responsible for what happened so just get some pie and be done! He wants you to bring him some pie to jail and then bale his ass like hay. Yuki-san? If you bring pie, bring cherry, ok? Ryu likes cherry.”
Yuki’s head was starting to hurt. “What? Nevermind! Tell him I’m not bringing him a goddamned thing or bailing him out until he comes up with my goddamned book! And he can just wait for legal aid on Monday for all I care, because he is a stupid jackass and he shouldn’t have done whatever it was he did to get himself in jail!”
“Ok, hold please.” Ryu clicked over.
“Ta-kun? Yuki-san says he’s bringing cherry pie but you’ll have to wait until Monday for it cuz you’re waiting for Jack to do whatever it is you do to your ass in jail.”
Ryu was starting to get tired of the conversation. He wanted to rejoin Kaz and Shu who were dancing together a few feet away from him.
“Ta-kun, I have to go dance now. Kaz is holding Shu close so he won’t fall and I want to do it too.”
“What? Just a minute, Babycakes, who is Jack? Nevermind! Ask Eiri why he doesn’t think he has his book. I promise this’ll only take a few more minutes, then you can go back and dance with Shuichi. Notice, Hunney Bunney that I said SHUICHI! You can dance with SHU-I-CHI, but you stay the hell away from that goddamned mincing flame boy they call Kaz Ichimoto! Do you understand, Pillow Pumpkin?”
Ryu yawned. “Ok, hold please.”
“Yuki-san? Ta-kun wants to know why you don’t have the book. Then Ryu has to go flame with Shu and Ichimoto-san, ok? When you bring pie, don’t forget to bring cherry, ok? Ryu likes cherry.”
Yuki blinked at the mention of Ichimoto. The 8x10 glossy flashed before his eyes. “What? Who is this Ichimoto character and why is he flaming with Shuichi?” He shook his head. “Nevermind! Tell Tatsuha I don’t have the fucking book because I have a whole envelope full of mug shots of that ass ranger they call Kaz Ichimoto! Why do I have autographed copies of him instead of my book?”
“Ok, hold please.” Ryu reached for another piece of cheese. He was running low. He was going to have to end the call soon so he could go off to get another plate from the break room.
“Ta-kun?” he said wearily. “Yuki-san’s got a whole envelope full of Ichimoto-san’s glossy autographed ass, that’s why he doesn’t have the book. Can I go now?”
“Just a second, Babycakes!” Tatsuha flashed back to the previous afternoon when he’d picked up Eiri’s proofs from the publisher. He’d been running late because something had “come up” causing him “unavoidable delay” before Ryu had gone to the studio and because he didn’t have time to both drop off the proofs at Eiri’s house AND make it home in time for Naked Lap dance Thursday, he’d dropped the envelope at NG with Shuichi. But then of course, Kaz and cheese and bullets had gotten in the way and he’d STILL ended up missing Naked Lap dance Thursday! No good deed goes unpunished!
Tats rolled back through the events. He’d given the envelope to Shuichi…then it hit him. Hit him like a brick to the side of the head. Kaz had had an envelope almost like Eiri’s too. It had been on the table next to him when he’d found Ryu and him having that cozy little “conversation” that Tatsuha had had to straighten out. Kaz had tried to give him an autographed photo…
“Shit! In the midst of kicking ass, I must’ve mixed up the envelopes!” Tatsuha squeezed his eyes shut with disgusted alarm. If Eiri knew that he’d made such a boneheaded mistake, he’d never hear the end of it. Eiri would leave him to rot in jail until the end of his days and even then he was sure his cretin brother would find a way to make the torture continue. Suddenly, he felt like a brig locked dick!
There had to be a way out. A way to make Eiri get his own proofs, keep his mind from wondering if any of this was HIS fault AND get him to come bail him out of jail. Immediately Tatsuha got an idea.
“Babycakes, are Shu and Ichimoto-san still dancing?”
“Yes, Ta-kun.”
Tatsuha nodded. “Good. Is he still holding Shu close so he won’t fall?”
“Yes, Ta-kun.” Chew, chew.
“Baby, if you don’t leave that cheese alone, I’m coming to NG and burning every last break room down! Now do me a favor. Take a picture of them dancing together and send it to Eiri, ok?”
“Ok, Ta-kun, but after that I have to go, ok? When Yuki-san gives you the pie in jail, save me some ok?”
“Baby, why is Eiri bringing me pie?” Tatsuha asked, confused. But it was too late, Ryu had already clicked over.
“And why cherry pie? He KNOWS I like peach better!”
A few seconds later, Yuki’s phone beeped and the photo icon popped up on his screen.
Yuki opened it and saw a full color photo of Kaz Ichimoto holding Shuichi intimately close. He had Shu in front of him and for the Love of God, was grinding his man from the back! There was a big ass smile on his face and something else…Yuki squinted. Shuichi was wearing the booty shorts with what looked like the tops of garter belts peeking at the hems of them!
His hackles raised like a pissed off pitbull.
“I did it Ta-kun, talk to you later.” Ryu moved to hang up.
“Wait, Baby! I need you to tell Eiri one last thing. Tell him that Kaz has his book AND his man and he’d better fucking go get both before it’s too late. Now that since I’ve helped him get both his book and his man back, the least he can do is come here AND BAIL ME OUT!!!”
“Ok, Ta-kun. Love you bunches.” Ryu moved to hang up.
“AND BABYCAKES! Tell Eiri if he’s going to go through all the trouble of bringing pie, to bring me some *peach* pie. Incarceration has made a man hungry!”
There was no answer. “Babycakes?” Oh well, at this point he’d take whatever kind of pie Eiri brought, so long as he showed up in the first place. And after that little bit of photographic mastery, he was sure that he’d seeing Eiri real soon…one way or the other…
Still, Tatsuha wondered if he ought to try calling the legal aid hotline…just in case…
Back on Yuki’s end, Ryu clicked over.
“Yuki-san,” he said heavily, “Ta-kun says that Ichimoto-san is shagging both your book and Shuichi and you had better get them both before it’s too late and the pie will be all gone! So since Ta-kun just helped you get your groove thing back, bring some more peaches. Bye Yuki-san.”
“Ryu, wait!”
Ryu was about to cry. “Yes, Yuki-san?” he whimpered.
“Are they at the studio right now?”
“Yes! Bye!” Click!
Yuki stood staring at his phone. A gamut of emotions was rolling through him that ranged from utter dismay to the pinnacle of pisstitude. He had to go to NG.
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go RIGHT NOW!
“Is everything alright, Yuki-san?” Mizuki’s voice broke through his thoughts. She was standing beside him with a worried look on her face.
“No, but I know where the proofs are and I’m going to go get them. Go get them right now!” He turned to leave.
“When will you be back, Yuki-san?” Mizuki pressed. “Everyone is still waiting for them. We need them tonight.”
Yuki looked back down at his phone. The picture of Kaz doing a back end tango with his boy was still displayed across the tiny screen.
“I’ll hurry as fast as I can, but I may be a little late getting them back to you, Mizuki-san,” he said quietly.
The bastard was TOUCHING Shuichi in places only HE and his DICK had ever been.
“Why, Yuki-san? Where will you be if I need to reach you?”
Booty shorts!
Yuki sighed.
“Jail,” he answered simply. “I’ll be in jail.”
But first, he had a little stop to make.
End of Chapter 5: Friday Afternoon.
A/N: The song used in this chapter is “Chocolate,” by Kylie Minogue. I don’t own it in any way, shape or form.
Tatsuha didn’t know how Jesus felt about it, but if being hauled handcuffed and head lumped into a police station facing serious inmate butt candy jail time didn’t qualify as a dire fucking circumstance, he didn’t know WHAT would! As far as he was concerned, the end really was fucking nigh…his rear end!
After not so politely informing the police of his status as a minor, Tatsuha was immediately given access to a phone. Dialing the number he knew by heart, he made the call.
*** ***
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
K lay sweaty and exhausted in bed.
…Every time you are near…
Hiro lay next to him, equally sweaty and equally exhausted.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Phone’s ringing,” Hiro said breathlessly.
…Every time you are near…
“Yep,” huffed K, equally out of breath.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” asked Hiro, still panting.
…Every time you are near…
K took up the phone and immediately put it back down on the nightstand. “Nope.”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Why not?” asked Hiro.
…Every time you are near…
“Because I know it’s not a dire fucking circumstance,” K answered.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“How do you know that?”
…Every time you are near…
“Because last time I checked, Jesus didn’t have a local exchange!”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
The two men laughed heartily.
…Every time you are near…
“K, you are the funniest man I’ve ever slept with,” Hiro said, snuggling beside his lover.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Baby, I’m the ONLY man you’ve ever slept with,” K retorted.
…Every time you are…
The phone stopped ringing.
Silence.
“Right?”
Silence.
“Right???”
Hiro pinched K playfully and the two erupted into another round of laughter.
“Whoo,” said K, “that was a good one!”
“Yeah,” Hiro agreed smiling.
“Mmm…”
“Nnn…”
Silence.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“So,” asked Hiro…
…Every time you are near…
“…wanna shag me rotten…again?”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“God yeah! Wait a second, I’ll get the Vienna sausages.”
…Every time you are near…
*** ***
“Dammit!” Tatsuha jammed the cancel button down on the police phone severing the connection. “I need another call, there was no answer at that one.”
“Sorry, one call per assault,” the booking officer replied, taking the phone from Tats. The officer yawned heavily. He was bored out of his mind.
“Look, dammit, I’m a juvenile and the first thing I’m going to do is tell my lawyer and juvenile legal aid that I was denied my basic rights. AND,” Tats pointed to his lumpy head. It was lumpier than usual. “I’m going to have them take pictures of the police brutality that I was subjected to!”
The officer shifted his barely open eyes toward the boy and pointed to Tatsuha’s case file.
“Says here you slipped on some glass and water and hit your head.”
Tatsuha blinked twice. “RAPE, RAPE, RAPE, RAPE!!!”
“Gawd!” The officer perked up and tossed the phone back to the kid to shut him up. “Damn you’re evil! What’re you trying to do, cause a scene?”
“Damn right!” Tats glared at the man. “Evil begets evil, don’t you go to Temple? That’s the FIRST thing they teach you.” He tossed the phone back to the officer. “I need MY phone--the one y’all confiscated. It has the number I need in it.”
“Oh for Gawd’s sake!” The officer slapped Tats’ cell down on the desk in front of him. “You’d better be glad I’m in a good mood or else I’d haul your little ass up against a wall out back and…”
“RAPE, RAPE, RAPE, RAPE!!!”
“For Gawd’s sake, make the call and shut up!” The officer looked around to see how much commotion the kid had caused. Slowly he slunk back down in his seat to avoid the dozens of curious eyes that were trained on him.
Tatsuha sneered. “That’s more like it. And while you’re sitting there doing nothing, how about fetching me some coffee? No cream, please—I’m watching my girlish figure.”
Tats picked up his phone, accessed his contact list and made a few discreet changes.
Big Daddy’s Contact List:
10—Soubi
9—Lock Pix R Us
8—Poison Control
7—Temple
6—The Nasty Kitty
5—Eiri
4—The Greater Tokyo Manhandler’s Association
3—Yuji’s Dick Emporium and Condom Barn
2—Free Juvenile Legal Aid
1—Babycakes!
Tatsuha glanced at the time on his phone since they’d confiscated his watch. 2:16 pm.
He immediately cursed to himself. Damn, Legal Aid was closed. They always closed by 2 on Fridays. What a stupid thing to do! After two o’clock on a weekend was prime delinquency hours—what the hell were they thinking? Tats closed his eyes and sighed. Now he really WAS going to have to call his brother. He had been hoping that K hadn’t been serious about all that Jesus stuff. That way he wouldn’t have to call Eiri for help and run the risk of hearing about it every single day for the rest of his natural life. Now, because Jesus wasn’t on a local plan and because legal aid didn’t care about daylight savings time, he was going to have to do the inevitable.
He cursed again and tapped a button.
Select # 1
Ring, ring… ring, ring… “Hello?”
“BABYCAKES!” Tatsuha exclaimed, happy to finally hear his man’s voice.
“Ta-kun!” The reciprocated feeling vibrated its happiness out of the speaker at Tatsuha. Knowing that Ryu was glad to hear from him always made Tatsuha well up with warmth. He smiled through the phone at his Heart.
“Babycakes, where were you? I tried calling you earlier.” He glanced over at the booking officer who was taking an interest in his conversation and turned to the side to face away from the nosy bastard.
“In the bathroom? All that time? Why? Ohh…your tummy is upset?” Tatsuha rolled his eyes. “You know why your tummy is upset don’t you? It’s all that cheese you’ve been eating lately! Damn that K! Baby, ever since K dropped the cheese bomb on NG, you’ve been nursing a serious addiction.”
“No I haven’t, Ta-kun,” Ryu said around a mouthful of cheese.
“Yes you have! You’re eating it right now, aren’t you?” Tatsuha knew when Ryu was trying to be deceitful. Ryu’s deception tactics worked about as well as a pair of two-yen underwear. Within seconds they were both full of holes.
Ryu looked down at the plate full of cheese he’d snatched from a break room and quickly chewed the rest of his brie and swallowed. “No,” he answered truthfully.
“Baby, I know you too well. Here lately, you can’t pass a plate of brie without breaking down. Just mentioning the grocery store makes you giddy with anticipation and SUDDENLY you have a fascination with the state of Wisconsin! At first it was kind of cute, but I don’t mind telling you, in addition to all the upset stomachs, all this dairy consumption has made you a hard man to work with lately, if you catch my drift!”
The booking officer perked up again. Man? He leaned forward. Tatsuha turned all the way around in his chair.
“Anyway, Baby, I need a favor. I didn’t want to waste my one call on just Eiri—even though he’s got the money for bail and the cutthroat lawyers, so I need you to call him for me. I need you to conference in a call between the three of us. Can you do that for me?”
“Tatsuha, were you here earlier?” Ryu asked, ignoring the request.
“Yes, Sweetness, I was, but I couldn’t find you. So, if you would just call Eiri--”
“Ta-kun,” Ryu interrupted, “Noriko said you want to suck her toes and be her sledgehammer. Is that true?”
Tatsuha could hear the hurt bubbling out of the phone at him.
Shit! Tatsuha closed his eyes and cursed. Damn these horn dog Uesugi genes I’m saddled with!
“Uhh, no, Cuteness Personified, I was…umm…well, your man was under a bit of duress at the time and there were people hunting for him, and he’s got rampant genes, and he couldn’t find you and that damn Ichimoto-san…”
“Ta-kun, you hurt my feelings. First you don’t think I can take care of myself with other people and you hit them with cheese I could’ve eaten and now you don’t want to suck my toes anymore?!”
Tastuha’s heart fell to the floor. “OF COURSE NOT, Muffin Pan! I KNOW you can take care of yourself, believe me I do, but I just can’t stand to see people slobbering all over you like some kind of…uhh…oh…yeah…perverted, rabid fanboys like I used to be…uhh (sweatdrop)—THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT! Huh? NO BABY! Yours are the ONLY piggies I want in my mouth. I mean, I LOVE you! I love YOU! I just got carried away is all. But can we talk about this later? Right now I need you to…what? Oh NO, Baby, don’t put me on TIME OUT!”
The booking officer snickered, behind him.
Tatsuha hunched over the back of the chair with his phone. “Can we PLEASE talk about this later at Eiri’s? Yes, Starshine, we’re still going to NFF. NOTHING but the Apocalypse could keep me from that and even then I’d have it postponed. Now please, Heart Blanket, I’m begging you to call Eiri for me and conference him in. You don’t? Didn’t you read the manual that came with the phone when I gave it to you? You couldn’t read it? Oh…right…Baby, we’re going to have to learn you some reading, ok? Hooked On Phonics or maybe enroll you in the Center For Kids That Can’t Read Good…something... Well, ok, then just call wait us together then click over and tell him what I say, ok? Good, thank you, Ryu. I love you more than money, Sugar Dumpling!”
The line clicked silent and Tatsuha waited.
*** ***
Yuki stifled yet another yawn. He was bored out of his fucking skull. For the past two hours he’d been sitting in a meeting at his publisher’s where he’d been mercilessly subjected to questions about his impending deadline and back and forth discussion about his upcoming novel, “Your Love is Like Bacon—Too Much Is Sure to Kill Me.” The sheer boredom of it all was killing him. His mind kept wandering and he was having the damndest time focusing on the agenda topics. Even his ass had vacated the premises, having fallen asleep a good 45 minutes earlier! He shifted uncomfortably and flexed, trying to generate some feeling back there. Nothing.
After a few futile attempts at resurrecting his derriere, Yuki settled on just letting his mind flutter from random subject to random subject.
He thought about the fact that he needed more socks. For some reason, whenever Shuichi did the laundry, he turned up sockless. He couldn’t figure out what the kid was doing to his socks, but he was going to buy some more, then put a solid end to the sock rustling or whatever it was that was going on.
He thought about what he’d have for dinner. Shuichi was at the studio, so chances were he’d have a nice, quiet dinner at home for a change. None of that grease fried crap that Shuichi was so fond of, but good quality gourmet food with many hard to pronounce syllables. Absently he wondered if there was any brie left over from the last time Ryuichi had visited. It’d go nicely with some wine before he had dinner.
Speaking of Sakuma, Yuki wondered if he and his horn dog brother had been able to get in some Naked Lap dance Thursday time after yesterday evening’s goings on. Shuichi had told him all about it as he had handed him the envelope with his book proofs in it. Yuki had been about to call Tatsuha up and tell him off for not delivering the proofs in person hours earlier like he’d promised, but then as Shuichi told him all about the cheese and the cops and the Cookin’ With Jesus, Yuki had let it go. There was nothing that he could do to Tatsuha that would outweigh the damage his stupid kid brother usually ended up doing to himself. Besides, Shuichi had come home from work still in the clothes from his video wardrobe fitting. The short shorts and the late hour had struck Yuki just right and before he knew it, he’d passed out from orgasmic bliss. Yuki didn’t know a single other soul on Earth that wore booty shorts like his boy, Shuichi. And though he’d never admit it, he was ALWAYS happy to see video time roll around.
He closed his eyes and imagined what his own personal version of Naked Lap dance Thursday would be like with Shuichi and his infamous stage slut wear.
And Yuki smiled at all the scandalous possibilities.
*** ***
Yuki opened the door to his flat.
Echoes of a softly silken siren voice beckoned him inside and the sultry, sauntering tempo moved his body within as the door closed behind him.
Fragile seams,
I opened up too quick and all my dreams,
Were walking out-- I'd slowly lost my fire…
Yuki went inside his home and discovered that the living room had been replaced by the inside of a club--a dark, dank strip joint to be precise. Not one of the high-end, high quality establishments he frequented, but a place one would find in the dark corner of an alley somewhere forsaken; a place where people looked as if they would just as likely slit a throat more for the cheap ink pen a man carried than any money they might happen to find.
I had no sensation,
Completely numb, left with no satisfaction…
It was a run down place with shabby furniture, sticky floors and cheap liquor. The not so large room was filled with a haze of thick smoke that veiled the faces of men that by day were probably upstanding and respectable, but by night happily gave in to their inner pervert and let the R. Kelly within rule them like a third world dictator.
I thought no-one could ever get me high again,
I swear, I was not looking…
All of them, Yuki included, were looking for satisfaction.
Satisfaction for the hole in their lives.
Satisfaction for the hole in their hearts.
Sex that was a quick and easy substitute for satisfaction.
Oh, I waited so long,
I thought the real thing was a fake,
I thought it was a tool to break me down…
Yuki looked around him.
In the darkness, soft moans, promises of sex and pleasure and the familiar rustle of exchanged bills, ran counter to the music that blared over the loud speakers that were mounted on the empty stage and accompanying catwalk to his left.
Yuki looked around again.
What am I doing here, Yuki thought. There’s nothing here for me…no satisfaction to be had…
He turned to leave, unsure of where he was and how he got there when…
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” a disembodied voice announced. “The Sex Kitten.”
You proved me wrong,
again…
A brilliant spotlight lit up the dark stage and there, standing in the center of its bright circle stood Shuichi Shindou, Sex Kitten extraordinaire.
A pink cowboy hat with chinstrap pulled down low and cocked over one eye…
A leather collar with a chain leash…
A sleeveless white vest complete with silky strands of cowboy fringe dancing along the bottom edge –donned over a smooth shirtless chest, …
And the nosebleed causing short shorts he’d worn home the night before--the bottoms of which were attached by garter to the top of his knee high platform boots…
If love were liquid it would drown me,
In a placeless place would find me,
In a heart shape come around me and then
Melt me slowly down…
Yuki stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t stop staring. It was as if a baser need had taken him over and put the rest of him on automatic. He was helpless against the sensations that were now swarming over him, swirling through him, washing down him, melting him…
Like chocolate…
Without even realizing what he was doing, Yuki walked toward the front of the room almost involuntarily. Mesmerized by the sight of his man sashaying to the music in those goddamn shorts, he sat in a creaky chair by the stage and gave in willingly to his sexy captor.
The Sex Kitten prowled the catwalk like a rosette colored cat on the hunt, rubbing his hands over his chest as he went--working the stage like he owned it and working Yuki like he owned him. He kept his eyes on Yuki as he did and continued to swing his ass from left to right with a sensual pendulum-like precision, taking Yuki’s eyes with it wherever it went.
Shuichi parted his wet-glossed lips and ran a tiny pink tongue over them, calling Yuki’s attention back up to his face--attention which Shu bade stay there while he seduced the blonde man with a slow, naughty smile.
Bam!
Down on the stage in a side split, showing off limber, lithe legs that splayed across the space, giving ample views of the promises they contained between them.
Shu rose back up on his knees and folded his legs beneath him to worm his way sinuously toward the obligatory metal pole—the only thing that stood between him and the object of his desire…the target of his hunt. He caught the pole between his knees and wrapped his smooth legs around them--taking hold of it with one hand and hauling his body of perfection to a stand in one fluid movement.
A hop and a short leap later, Shuichi swung himself in a wide loop around the pole and hung suspended above the stage, sliding himself slowly down it, making sure Yuki saw him licking his way down the sides of it.
Just before he hit the floor, Shu suddenly kicked both legs to one side of the pole, then swung himself up and around to hang upside down—wrapping the pole once again with his legs.
There, suspended against gravity, Shu made a move that made Yuki’s mouth fall open and his eyes widen in lustful disbelief. Shu began making love to the pole, treating it like a metal version of Yuki—sliding his hands up and down the space he could reach while grinding himself upside down against it as if its hardness were the heated hardness Yuki had made him so familiar with. He writhed there upside down on the pole, unabashedly humping it to the sensual beat of the music, pleasuring himself with his grinds and sending Yuki’s name in breathy kitten whispers floating through the air to where his own personal voyeur sat watching him.
Instant erection.
Shu ground the pole.
Yuki leaned forward.
Shu licked the pole.
Yuki sat forward and swallowed hard.
And then, reaching the point that would either make him or break him, Shu stopped the action mid-coitus and slithered down the pole, hand over hand, undulating the rest of his body behind him like a sensual asp that could kill with looks as well as the touch of its bite against warm skin.
Reaching the stage, Shu crawled toward Yuki on hands and knees, his back and shoulder muscles working to resemble a tiny lion that, driven by hunger, had found its evening meal.
Perched at the edge of the stage, Shu tensed his body, then sprang through the air, launching himself the short distance that separated him from his lover and landed with a pounce in Yuki’s lap.
His boy smelled like sex…and peppermints…
Sex and candy…
The instant the two bodies connected, Shu wasted no time. He straddled his man and wrapped his legs around Yuki’s back and the back of the creaky chair. The legs of the seat groaned under their combined weight and threatened to eject them both, but Yuki held onto Shu and Shu held onto Yuki and the two of them held each other through Shu’s hard gyrations that were threaten to break all three of them down and melt Yuki…
Like chocolate…
Yuki felt dizzy.
Whether it was the lack of actual oxygen or the fact that he was being dry humped to within an inch of his life, he wasn’t sure, but one thing he did know—the Sex Kitten on his lap and he were bound together.
Bound together by the air they shared…
Bound together by the heated friction that was melding them together…
Bound together by the violet optical harness that Shu had used to tether his man to him…
The violet optical harness, that try as he might, Yuki just couldn’t escape.
He felt the magnetic pull of Shu’s eyes and felt his very heart shudder at the powerful hold the pink kitten had over him. Yuki wanted to rip all the clothing his boy had on off and take him where they sat. Just rip away the fabric that was stretchy and clingy and left little to the imagination and leave it in a discarded and tattered pile on the floor…
“Yuki…”
Shu’s voice was breathless and thick with ragged lust that came packaged with the signs of a close release.
Rip it all off…all except the hat. Yuki liked the hat on his boy…a lot.
“You can keep your hat on…” Yuki whispered in Shu’s ear.
Shu smiled and licked Yuki’s ear, sending a violent shiver through the both of them.
“Yuki…”
“Yes…” Yuki answered back, or he thought he did. He couldn’t tell. His voice was lost over the involuntary moans the sexy siren was forcing him to expel through his rapid breathing.
“Yuki…”
Shu leaned forward and redoubled his efforts, riding Yuki’s erection like his life depended on it. He slid him self back and forth across the space of Yuki’s lap and rubbed and humped his man into total submission.
“y…Yes…”
Shu leaned forward and swallowed Yuki’s moans with a kiss.
“Do you have the proofs Yuki-san?”
Bounces…slides…friction…heat…
“What?” Mmmmm…sooooo…good…
“The proofs, did you bring them?”
Oh, God! Yuki was close. He could feel a burning sensation trailing fire from his dick to the pit of his stomach. An eruption was coming and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to.
Yuki leaned his head back and let out a big groan. “Do you need any more proof than what you’re sitting on?”
Shuichi looked puzzled. “I don’t understand, Yuki-san. You were supposed to bring the proofs back today for this meeting after you approved the changes I sent. Did you do that?”
Yuki’s eyes flew open. He looked up at Shuichi who was still riding him like he was a bad tempered pony. Shu smiled impishly.
“Better give them the envelope, Yuki, or you’ll never be home in time for me to do this.”
Shuichi slammed himself down against Yuki’s rock solid hard on and ground every last living ounce of breath out of Eiri’s body.
Yuki gasped out loud!
Immediately the meeting stopped and all eyes turned toward him.
Hold me and control me and then,
Melt me slowly down…
Yuki blinked. The club, the music and worst of all Shu and his delicious booty shorts vanished and were replaced by the dismally boring conference room table, brown corporate leather chairs and Mizuki, his editor, in her no-nonsense suit looking at him with an opened mouth.
Like chocolate…
“Yuki-san? Um…are you alright?” Mizuki took in the sweaty brows, the quickened breath and the flushed cheeks. Her own cheeks flushed red from what the evidence all pointed toward.
“Yes,” Yuki said quickly, covering himself, shaking off the lingering images of his man about to make him come and go in the same instant. “Umm…sorry, what did you just say?” He wiped at the sweat that was dotting his forehead. Man that had been real! He could still feel the heat of Shuichi’s ass tucked up tight against his--
“The proofs, Yuki-san. Did you approve the corrections I sent to you?”
Proofs? Proofs! Yuki nodded like a dumb brick and slowly it all came back to him. Since Yuki had been up against a deadline, Tatsuha had picked the proofs up the previous afternoon for him, but instead of delivering them straight to Yuki like he’d promised, he’d stopped them off at NG to give them to Shuichi to deliver for him. Tatsuha, who as usual had been running late, had suddenly decided that he didn’t have time both be errand boy AND make it home in time for Naked Lap dance Thursday, so he’d used Shuichi as his “trusted agent.”
Yuki frowned when he thought about his little brother’s irresponsibility, completely ignoring the fact that a: he could’ve picked the proofs up himself and b: this wasn’t the first time Tatsuha had given him the shaft on proof delivery…no pun intended. After regaining consciousness from deep-seated orgasmic bliss that morning, it had been time to go to the meeting and he hadn’t read over anything, let alone opened the envelope.
Yuki prayed mightily that no one would grill him on the corrections he was approving sight unseen.
“Good,” Mizuki said. “Why don’t we take a short break so I can make copies for everyone to review?”
Everyone around the table stood, stretched and began murmured talk about the meeting topics while they filed out toward the coffee in the lounge room. Yuki stood and quickly headed out, making a beeline for the outside and a much needed smoke. He felt better. At least he’d have a chance to read the proofs along with everyone else after the break and if there was anything he didn’t agree with, he’d just tell Mizuki he’d changed his mind on certain points when the meeting was over…after everyone had left.
“Yuki-san?” Behind him Mizuki jogged to catch up. “Can you let me have the proofs now so I can make the copies for everyone?”
“Sure.” He and Mizuki headed back into the conference room where he withdrew the large brown envelope from his bag.
“I know you’re here at the publisher’s and all,” said Mizuki noting the casualness with which he’d left the proofs unattended, “but you really shouldn’t leave stuff like this just lying around.”
Yuki browed a puzzled look at her. “Why?”
Mizuki smiled and took the envelope. “Weren’t you paying attention just now? The whole first half of the meeting was about how the shareholders are terrified of file sharing and pre-release copies of bestsellers hitting Ebay. The digital sharing black market has hit an all time high and it’s beginning to hit even the literary sectors. They’re hoping digital theft doesn’t become as rampant with books as it has the music, movie and video game industry. Wouldn’t that be terrible?”
The 20 plus gigs of porn, music and movies he was harboring on his hard drive skated across Yuki’s mind. He was downloading “Naked Swinging Gladiator Sluts of Ancient Rome—Volume 12,” as they spoke. He certainly hoped volume 12 delivered. Volume 11 had sucked ass—there hadn’t been a single orgy scene in the whole thing! How can you have a porn movie about Naked Swinging Gladiator Sluts in Ancient Rome and NOT have an orgy scene? He was so glad he hadn’t paid for it…
“Pirating is a terrible thing,” he concurred quietly.
“Well,” continued Mizuki holding up the envelope, “this is what you call Proprietary Information--they are the final hard copy proofs that will be used to print the actual book. For all intents and purposes this IS the book. The last thing this company needs is to find that the latest best seller from its number one author is hitting Ebay or Torrent Heaven or any of the Lesbian Mafia websites early. It would be detrimental to both sales and our company’s image.”
“Pirating is a terrible thing,” Yuki repeated. He was starting to sweat a little.
“Oh well, enough preaching,” Mizuki said with a smile. “I know you can be trusted, Yuki-san. If anyone here takes care with their work, it’s you. That’s why you listed your responsible brother as your trusted agent to be able to have him pick up and deliver such sensitive information—you know who you can trust with your career. That’s how you became and remain this company’s number one sensation!”
Yuki opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was implicate himself for his own stupidity concerning signing Tatsuha as his trusted agent. Instead, he turned to head outside for that smoke--something he needed now more than ever.
Mizuki opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. “See you in fif…teen…Yuki…sss….”
Abject silence.
“Umm…Yuki-san,” said Mizuki eyeing her client through narrowed slits. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?”
Yuki turned back and browed puzzlement down at her again. “What do you mean?” A bad feeling was sinking his dick and his heart to deep depths of cold despair. What the fuck had Tatsuha done?
Mizuki showed him exactly what the fuck Tatsuha had done. She turned around the sheet that she held in her hands. Instead of the corrected manuscript, she flipped over an autographed copy of Kaz Ichimoto’s latest press photo.
‘Hey (insert name)! Best of Luck and Good Wishes, Kaz Ichimoto!’ Kaz smiled gaily, both figuratively and literally, from a black and white 8 x 10 glossy. It had a real ink signature.
Yuki’s mouth fell open.
“Could you excuse me for a moment?”
He stormed away without waiting for an answer and headed to the hallway by the elevators. There, he snatched his phone from his pocket and flipped it open to hit the speed dial button he’d programmed with his jackass relation’s phone number, when surprisingly, the phone rang before he could complete his mission.
The name Ryuichi Sakuma popped up on the caller id.
Sakuma? Yuki wondered. Why the hell was Sakuma calling him?
Yuki answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yuki-san!” Ryuichi said brightly. He actually thought Yuki-san was a little scary at times, but that was mostly face-to-face. Talking to him through the relative safety of the phone was much easier.
“Uh, yeah. Um… that jack as—I mean is my brother around?”
“Sort of. Ta-kun is somewhere where he can’t use his phone for two calls so he asked me to call you and tell you what he says. Hold on and I’ll tell him you’re here.”
The line clicked over before Yuki could reply.
Back at the police station, Tatsuha’s arms had gone to sleep from being hunched over the metal backed chair with the phone for so long. The booking officer behind him had begun to make rude noises at him five minutes before. Tatsuha had ignored him with presidential ignorance, but secretly wondered if Ryu had accidentally hung up on him and then forgotten he was even talking to him in the first place.
Tatsuha didn’t want to hang up and redial. He didn’t think the booking officer would take too kindly to him making another phone call and there was only so much legal aid could do for him—especially since he had assaulted a whole building!
Suddenly the line clicked to life in his ear and he jumped up.
“Starshine?”
“Hi, Ta-kun. Yuki-san is on the other line.”
Tatsuha breathed a sigh of relief. “Great! Tell him that I’m in jail and I need him to come bail me out and sign for my release. Because I’m a minor, I can’t do it for myself.”
“Ok, Ta-kun,” Ryu said around another mouthful of cheese. He clicked over, then immediately clicked back. “You’re in jail, Ta-kun?”
The worry bounced into Tatsuha’s ear like a rubber ball and it pained him that he was causing his Reason For Living worry about him.
“Yes, Babycakes, I am. But don’t you worry, I’m fine. Your man is alright!” he said reassuringly.
Ryu frowned. “So what about NFF? Does this mean that you won’t be out in time?”
Tatsuha slumped a little. “I say, Ryu, Darlin’, I’m fine. I haven’t been assaulted or taken advantage of…yet. I’ve got a lump on my head and it hurts like hell, but you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Soooo, NFF?” Ryu pressed.
“Goddammit, Ryu, just tell Eiri what I said!” Tatsuha snapped. He couldn’t believe Ryu was more worried about NFF than his butt candy status! He couldn’t believe that HE was more worried about his butt candy status than NFF! What was the world coming to? Maybe the end really was fucking nigh…
Ryu heard the snap in his man’s voice and chewed brie thoughtfully. “You’re still on Time Out, Ta-kun,” he said casually.
That straightened Tatsuha right out. It was at times like these that Tatsuha swore Ryu’s kiddy chibi act was just that--an act and that Big Daddy had gone and hitched his wagon to the most cunning creature on the face of the Earth. Oh well, at least Starshine was gorgeous and had the sweetest ass this side of a Detroit Cadillac factory.
“I’m sorry, Babycakes,” Tatsuha said humbly. “Will you please tell Eiri what I said?”
Ryu chibi’d again. “Yes! Hold, please.” He clicked over to Yuki.
“Yuki-san? Ta-kun says he’s in jail and he needs you to come pick him up and sign for him because he’s a miner and they don’t have any more shovels.”
Yuki’s face fell apart. “What? Nevermind! Ok, let’s take this one step at a time. Tatsuha is in jail?”
“Yes!”
“And he wants me to come pick him up?”
“Yes!” Chew, chew.
“And they’re beating him with shovels?!”
Ryu thought about it. “Well, he did say that he had a lump on his head.”
Yuki laughed out loud. “Good for them. A little police beat down ought to put his dumb ass in check!”
“So can I, Yuki-san.”
Yuki blinked. “What? Nevermind! Ask him where the hell my manuscript is? That thing is called Proprietary Information right now and if it gets out, my ass is grass! It’s the final hard proof from the print shop and I absolutely cannot have an advanced Eiri Yuki novel hitting the internet or Fuck Forbid, Ebay, until press release.” Yuki paused for a breath. “You got all that?”
“Yes! Hold, please.” Ryu clicked over.
“Ta-kun?”
“Yes, Love Cookie?”
“Yuki-san wants to know where his book is? He says he’s got proof that he’s hard and about to release all over the internet and all up in Ebay and since his ass is propriety, he’ll get pressed between two spoons.” Ryu popped another piece of brie. “If that happens, I think they’ll hit him with a shovel too.”
Tatsuha blinked. “What? Nevermind! Tell him that I gave his stupid yaoi manga to Shuichi last night under the table while K was shooting at us and once it’s been passed into the hands of one of his trusted agents, I’m no longer responsible for it! He should ask Shuichi where the hell it is! Now come down here and bail my ass out while it’s STILL MY ASS!”
“Ok, hold please.” Ryu clicked over.
“Yuki-san? Ta-kun says he gave the book to Shu while he was under the table shooting his trusted agent into him like a yaoi manga and that he’s not responsible for what happened so just get some pie and be done! He wants you to bring him some pie to jail and then bale his ass like hay. Yuki-san? If you bring pie, bring cherry, ok? Ryu likes cherry.”
Yuki’s head was starting to hurt. “What? Nevermind! Tell him I’m not bringing him a goddamned thing or bailing him out until he comes up with my goddamned book! And he can just wait for legal aid on Monday for all I care, because he is a stupid jackass and he shouldn’t have done whatever it was he did to get himself in jail!”
“Ok, hold please.” Ryu clicked over.
“Ta-kun? Yuki-san says he’s bringing cherry pie but you’ll have to wait until Monday for it cuz you’re waiting for Jack to do whatever it is you do to your ass in jail.”
Ryu was starting to get tired of the conversation. He wanted to rejoin Kaz and Shu who were dancing together a few feet away from him.
“Ta-kun, I have to go dance now. Kaz is holding Shu close so he won’t fall and I want to do it too.”
“What? Just a minute, Babycakes, who is Jack? Nevermind! Ask Eiri why he doesn’t think he has his book. I promise this’ll only take a few more minutes, then you can go back and dance with Shuichi. Notice, Hunney Bunney that I said SHUICHI! You can dance with SHU-I-CHI, but you stay the hell away from that goddamned mincing flame boy they call Kaz Ichimoto! Do you understand, Pillow Pumpkin?”
Ryu yawned. “Ok, hold please.”
“Yuki-san? Ta-kun wants to know why you don’t have the book. Then Ryu has to go flame with Shu and Ichimoto-san, ok? When you bring pie, don’t forget to bring cherry, ok? Ryu likes cherry.”
Yuki blinked at the mention of Ichimoto. The 8x10 glossy flashed before his eyes. “What? Who is this Ichimoto character and why is he flaming with Shuichi?” He shook his head. “Nevermind! Tell Tatsuha I don’t have the fucking book because I have a whole envelope full of mug shots of that ass ranger they call Kaz Ichimoto! Why do I have autographed copies of him instead of my book?”
“Ok, hold please.” Ryu reached for another piece of cheese. He was running low. He was going to have to end the call soon so he could go off to get another plate from the break room.
“Ta-kun?” he said wearily. “Yuki-san’s got a whole envelope full of Ichimoto-san’s glossy autographed ass, that’s why he doesn’t have the book. Can I go now?”
“Just a second, Babycakes!” Tatsuha flashed back to the previous afternoon when he’d picked up Eiri’s proofs from the publisher. He’d been running late because something had “come up” causing him “unavoidable delay” before Ryu had gone to the studio and because he didn’t have time to both drop off the proofs at Eiri’s house AND make it home in time for Naked Lap dance Thursday, he’d dropped the envelope at NG with Shuichi. But then of course, Kaz and cheese and bullets had gotten in the way and he’d STILL ended up missing Naked Lap dance Thursday! No good deed goes unpunished!
Tats rolled back through the events. He’d given the envelope to Shuichi…then it hit him. Hit him like a brick to the side of the head. Kaz had had an envelope almost like Eiri’s too. It had been on the table next to him when he’d found Ryu and him having that cozy little “conversation” that Tatsuha had had to straighten out. Kaz had tried to give him an autographed photo…
“Shit! In the midst of kicking ass, I must’ve mixed up the envelopes!” Tatsuha squeezed his eyes shut with disgusted alarm. If Eiri knew that he’d made such a boneheaded mistake, he’d never hear the end of it. Eiri would leave him to rot in jail until the end of his days and even then he was sure his cretin brother would find a way to make the torture continue. Suddenly, he felt like a brig locked dick!
There had to be a way out. A way to make Eiri get his own proofs, keep his mind from wondering if any of this was HIS fault AND get him to come bail him out of jail. Immediately Tatsuha got an idea.
“Babycakes, are Shu and Ichimoto-san still dancing?”
“Yes, Ta-kun.”
Tatsuha nodded. “Good. Is he still holding Shu close so he won’t fall?”
“Yes, Ta-kun.” Chew, chew.
“Baby, if you don’t leave that cheese alone, I’m coming to NG and burning every last break room down! Now do me a favor. Take a picture of them dancing together and send it to Eiri, ok?”
“Ok, Ta-kun, but after that I have to go, ok? When Yuki-san gives you the pie in jail, save me some ok?”
“Baby, why is Eiri bringing me pie?” Tatsuha asked, confused. But it was too late, Ryu had already clicked over.
“And why cherry pie? He KNOWS I like peach better!”
A few seconds later, Yuki’s phone beeped and the photo icon popped up on his screen.
Yuki opened it and saw a full color photo of Kaz Ichimoto holding Shuichi intimately close. He had Shu in front of him and for the Love of God, was grinding his man from the back! There was a big ass smile on his face and something else…Yuki squinted. Shuichi was wearing the booty shorts with what looked like the tops of garter belts peeking at the hems of them!
His hackles raised like a pissed off pitbull.
“I did it Ta-kun, talk to you later.” Ryu moved to hang up.
“Wait, Baby! I need you to tell Eiri one last thing. Tell him that Kaz has his book AND his man and he’d better fucking go get both before it’s too late. Now that since I’ve helped him get both his book and his man back, the least he can do is come here AND BAIL ME OUT!!!”
“Ok, Ta-kun. Love you bunches.” Ryu moved to hang up.
“AND BABYCAKES! Tell Eiri if he’s going to go through all the trouble of bringing pie, to bring me some *peach* pie. Incarceration has made a man hungry!”
There was no answer. “Babycakes?” Oh well, at this point he’d take whatever kind of pie Eiri brought, so long as he showed up in the first place. And after that little bit of photographic mastery, he was sure that he’d seeing Eiri real soon…one way or the other…
Still, Tatsuha wondered if he ought to try calling the legal aid hotline…just in case…
Back on Yuki’s end, Ryu clicked over.
“Yuki-san,” he said heavily, “Ta-kun says that Ichimoto-san is shagging both your book and Shuichi and you had better get them both before it’s too late and the pie will be all gone! So since Ta-kun just helped you get your groove thing back, bring some more peaches. Bye Yuki-san.”
“Ryu, wait!”
Ryu was about to cry. “Yes, Yuki-san?” he whimpered.
“Are they at the studio right now?”
“Yes! Bye!” Click!
Yuki stood staring at his phone. A gamut of emotions was rolling through him that ranged from utter dismay to the pinnacle of pisstitude. He had to go to NG.
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go RIGHT NOW!
“Is everything alright, Yuki-san?” Mizuki’s voice broke through his thoughts. She was standing beside him with a worried look on her face.
“No, but I know where the proofs are and I’m going to go get them. Go get them right now!” He turned to leave.
“When will you be back, Yuki-san?” Mizuki pressed. “Everyone is still waiting for them. We need them tonight.”
Yuki looked back down at his phone. The picture of Kaz doing a back end tango with his boy was still displayed across the tiny screen.
“I’ll hurry as fast as I can, but I may be a little late getting them back to you, Mizuki-san,” he said quietly.
The bastard was TOUCHING Shuichi in places only HE and his DICK had ever been.
“Why, Yuki-san? Where will you be if I need to reach you?”
Booty shorts!
Yuki sighed.
“Jail,” he answered simply. “I’ll be in jail.”
But first, he had a little stop to make.
End of Chapter 5: Friday Afternoon.
A/N: The song used in this chapter is “Chocolate,” by Kylie Minogue. I don’t own it in any way, shape or form.