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Possession	By : kawaiikitsunethief Category: +G to L > Heat Guy J Views: 2202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer- I don’t own Heat Guy J, if I did, it would have been slashy goodness.

Ch 1

Claire’s hand twitched lustfully, much in the same way it did right before he grabbed one of his favorite grenades. He could hardly believe his indigo eyes as they roved over the decadent figure on the floor of his office.

Slender body, golden curls, long black fringes of lashes, angry red lines where the cords cut in to the slender bound wrists. Daisuke Aurora. He kept his expression from his face, even though he couldn’t keep his hand from twitching, this new family didn’t have to know he was pleased.

“And what, pray tell, is this?” he asked evenly nodding at Daisuke’s prone unconscious figure.

“Well,” said the other man nervously shuffling. “It’s a present from the Mcgrady family, in hopes of keeping our waterfront businesses. He’s part of the Special forces unit that’s always getting in your way,”

“Oh?” asked Claire, as if he had new interest upon hearing this, ‘shocking’ fact.

“Yeah, we put a couple of special shock wave shells into his tin can friend and after that capturing him was only a little difficult,” he said sheepishly. Claire couldn’t help but notice the finger print shaped bruises on his throat as he said this. Of course Daisuke Aurora had put up a fight. He would be disappointed to find out anything otherwise.

“Hmm…Mildly impressive, I’ll assume.” said Claire nonchalantly. “Pretty, but not the most impressive show of good will I’ve gotten as the Vampire,”

The man’s face fell and Claire smiled. Clearly there was, as usual, a second part of the deal in case their pretty little peace offering wasn’t enough.

“Also,” said the man clearing his throat, “The Mcgrady family’s loyalty and services where needed.”

That’s what he’d been looking for, he hadn’t wanted the water front properties in the first place. “Well, I suppose I could allow them to continue business on the water front. But further negotiations will be needed. Later of course.”

“Ye- Yes sir!” said the man nodding as he backed out of the room. He’d clearly heard of Claire’s mood swings that usually ended in painful if not fatal explosions. He was probably speeding his car seven blocks away by the time Claire walked from his desk to the angelic figure spread out on his floor.

It was clear that they’d been forced to do quite a number on Daisuke to catch and bind him. There was a bruise on his pale cheek, angry red marks on his wrists from the cords, and his lower lip was split. “My my, you’ve been badly beaten, Dice, your robot friend seems to be out of commission for the time being, that, and you’ve been delivered into the hands of your worst enemy,” he said as his hand twitched wildly roving roughly across Daisuke’s face.

Daisuke winced taking in a sharp breath as if even in unconsciousness he knew what horrors awaited him. Claire smiled broadly, a smile that might have been considered angelic if his lip ring and clear insanity hadn’t ruined the picture.

Daisuke shivered causing Claire to laugh. “What a pretty present,” he murmured.

XxXxX

Daisuke moaned in pain as his was pounding painfully and he could barely feel his arms. Last thing he could remember was someone shooting J with some strange bullets that actually took the android down. After that, the men started filling in the alley, and strangely enough, rather than shooting his head off, they tried to capture him.

That’s when he knew something was wrong and he began fighting back desperately. Eventually when he’d been strangling some amateur fighter he’d been knocked unconscious. Thus leading, apparently, to his current position.

The only thing left to think about was what precisely his current position was. He clenched his eyes shut tight, knowing that once he opened them the feeling of hangover would be complete. He felt like he’d been overdosed on cold medication and his head was still reeling.

Eventually however he slowly opened his eyes wincing at the light that was above him. He tried to bring his hand to cover his eyes but he found soon enough that his hands were bound. He frowned before trying to move. His hands and legs were all bound, tightly enough so that he couldn’t free himself, but loosely enough so that he could pull about three inches away from whatever he was bound to.

By then he was coherent enough to wonder what the hell he was tied to and why. He tried to look around but the table he was tied to had raised edges like “A card table?” he murmured cursing his dry throat…And the fact that he was now very aware of who’s possession he was in.

He looked up into one of the ornate lights of the casino in horror as everything clicked. “Oh god…I’ve been kidnapped by a mafia don with a fetish for bombs and torture.”

His blood chilled as he heard a chuckle. “Now now, fetish has such a derogatory connotation. I prefer…penchant. And, Mr. Aurora, I have a penchant for many, many things,” he said looking hungrily over his captive from the end of the table where he’d finally come into Dice’s view.

XxXxX

The vampire couldn’t have been more pleased with himself had Daisuke started begging for mercy at that very moment. No, the look on his face was priceless. There was no confusion in that emerald gaze. Only terrified expectation of pain.

Oh Mr. Aurora, your view of me as predictable is insulting. I’ll take my vengeance.

“What the hell do you want Vampire?” asked Daisuke in an impressively unwavering voice. “You know J won’t be out of commission for long!”

Claire laughed jubilantly. “Oh Mr. Aurora! You’re too much! Was that your least dramatic way of telling me I’ll never get away with this?”

Daisuke flushed in rage pulling at the bonds wanting nothing more than to wrap his hands around that pale throat and stop the source of that insulting laughter. “Listen you bastard!” he hissed.

“No. I think it’s time for you to listen,” said Claire calmly walking around the table so he could lean by Daisuke’s ear. “Are you a gambling man, Dice?” he said, using Daisuke’s nick-name mockingly.

Daisuke’s lips pursed shut as he glared at Claire. “What do you want Leonelli?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,”

Daisuke gazed around panicked as Claire disappeared from view for a few seconds only to let out a startled yelp as he found himself straddled about the waist. It wasn’t that Claire was heavy, on the contrary, he probably had twenty pounds on the younger boy, but Claire knew how to balance his weight.

“Get the hell off me Claire!” he snapped struggling about until the cords about his wrists began to chaff his skin making it an angry red but never cutting.

Claire smiled. “Mmm, but that would end the game now wouldn’t it?” he purred seductively.

If Daisuke had been foolhardy enough not to know the Mafia Don’s intentions, he would have known it more clearly when Claire leaned forward on his chest, nuzzling his neck and allowing his, “Intention” to be known, pressing against his torso.

He stiffened. “I don’t play games.” he hissed.

“Oh? With a nickname like Dice, one would think you did. In fact, with a name like Dice, it didn’t surprise me that you ended up in my possession.”

The way Claire said possession sent a shiver down Daisuke’s spine. Immediately his wrists jerked at his restraints again. His mind was met with an abrupt flash of terror. There was a reason Claire was feared. And he didn’t want to find out first hand.

Slender but strong hands closed tightly around his wrists, preventing any movement. “Daisuke,” he murmured into the bound boy’s ear, “I don’t like it, when people ruin my property. I like to do that myself.”

Green eyes met violet ones. “I’m no one’s property!” hissed Daisuke with an unpredicted amount of hostility. Claire’s eyes widened for a second before he released a musical laugh.

“We’ll see.” he replied cheerfully. “Your sentiments may be that way now, but I assure you, they’ll change.”

Daisuke was almost as frightened when Claire got off of him as when he’d got on. Now he didn’t know where the young mob boss was. He barely refrained from calling out and focused on trying to figure out where the light stepping Vampire was.

His answer came in the form of a needle slipping into his arm along with some fuzzy words. He clearly recognized the feeling of a tranquilizer gaining affect.

The only words he managed to make out of the last blurry seconds were, “You Daisuke Aurora, are soon to find that human lives are more easily gambled than you think. Just as easily as lives are compromised and souls are sold.”
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