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CHARACTERS

 

 

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[td]AGE: 22[/td]

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[td]POSITION: Seme[/td]

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[td]ORIENTATION: Bisexual[/td]

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[td]LIKES: Darts, Drinking, Mind Games, Gambling, Risks[/td]

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[td]DISLIKES: Losers, People who don't take risks, Banana, Cowards[/td]

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[td]PERSONALITY: Playful, Sneaky, Arrogant and Perverted.[/td]

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[td]BIOGRAPHY:

Akahiro is the heir of one of the biggest Yakuza clan within japan called Shiroya-gumi. Having been the only son and sole heir to the position as the Oyabun, Akahiro has lived sheltered by everyone else. Because of that, Akihiro grew to be arrogant, always getting what he wanted at any cost.[/td]

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[td]NAME: Yuki Kurosu[/td]

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[td]AGE: 21[/td]

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[td]POSITION: Uke[/td]

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[td]ORIENTATION: Bisexual[/td]

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[td]LIKES: Video games, leather and metal accessories, stylish clothes, partying, surfing the internet, winter and snow, Valentines' Day, sakura tree[/td]

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[td]DISLIKES: Snobs, prejudiced people, the color purple, citrus smell of perfumes. [/td]

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[td]PERSONALITY: Fun and outgoing, a loving son, responsible, hardworking, big dreamer.[/td]

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[td]BIOGRAPHY: Yuki is half Japanese, half German. His mother is a Japanese entertainer who met this German guy. When Yuki was born, the father left the two alone so they had to make do of what they have. Yuki wanted to have a part time job but can't because he's too 'pretty' and people only ends up molesting him in his work. So he decided to take advantage of his good looks to get paid. That's when escorting came to his mind even while he's still attending school. [/td]

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It was Thursday, the 8th of February. It was Yuki's 21st birthday. To some people, waking to this day should be a cheerful, happy day, but not for him. He opened his eyes; his eyelids fluttering as the morning light hit those ocean blue orbs. He found himself being cuddled by a thirty-something man in a huge bed. Right… He remembered he slept with this man last night since his wife is away for a month. Yuki groaned as he felt that same crumbling inside the pits of his stomach as he realizes he needed to go to school. “Hey. I need to go…” he whispered, caressing the man’s cheeks before scooting away. The man didn’t protest and let him go, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips before turning away and going back to sleep. Well that was nice, he supposed. He checked the money inside the pockets of his jacket and smiled, seeing it was enough for the week before wising up, going back home.

 

"Mom?" he called out as soon as he got back. It was a small apartment with one bedroom, a small kitchen and an even smaller dining area. This is just it. "Well, happy birthday, Vlad. Or Yuki. Whoever you are." the blonde guy smirked, placing his hands over his hips as he looked around how empty his life is. Even he feels empty inside. He decided to take a quick shower then changing into something decent-- a pair of tightly fitted jeans, a slightly loose graphic t-shirt and boots to go with his overall casual look.

 

"Hmm..." he pondered over his phone, swiping on the screen to see his schedule today. "English Lit class at three, then meet up with Haga-san at the Sakura Lounge Host Club... Eh?! That prestige host club?!" he exclaimed, nearly dropping his phone. "I don't even have a decent suit for that classy place. Maaan... Guess I'll contact my friend Jiro to lend me a suit then. It's a waste of money to buy one just for a night out."

 

Time swiftly went by, his class was always a bore. But for the girls in his class, having someone as good-looking as him in that boring lecture is always a time to look forward to. A tall, slender male approached Yuki with a suit on hand.

 

"You better take good care of it. I will never forgive you if you ever stain it." Jiro said, narrowing his eyes on the other male.

 

Yuki grinned and grabbed the suit with both hands. "Of course not! Thank you, Jiro! You're the best."

 

"Just when will you stop doing this? It's not good, you know."

 

"As long as it pays my tuition and helps mom pay the bills, it's never a bad thing." he looked up at the taller male, pinching his cheeks before running off to change to meet his client for tonight.

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A Ferrari sports car painted blood red was roaring over the busy Japanese street, apparent that the driver was pissed off waiting for the damn traffic to loosen up. After a few more slamming of the tightly gripped fist the raven haired male recently clenched, the poor buzz button was rendered useless. The wreckage of his own car pissed Akahiro off even more, so much that he stepped out from his vehicle, darting to the car ahead of his and kicking it hardly... well, just enough to make a small dent on the damn thin metal door.

 

"Why the fuck are you over me? You low lives are ought to be on the damn end of this shit while I'm on top"

 

The stranger met the eyes of the rich male, glaring back at him as he found Akahiro's cussing very insulting. That was intended to be an insult anyway, which was the reason Akahiro said nothing back to the damn old guy. Pressing a few numbers on his phone, the stuck up yakuza called for his father, wanting to do something about the damn long traffic.

 

"Dad! I'm in a middle of a fucking traffic. Do something and get rid of everyone on my sight"

 

Akahiro complained, as the person on the other end agreed to his plea. In a few while the traffic started loosening up, enough for his own car to move. It took the young yakuza an hour to reach his destination, could have been a few more minute faster if not for the assholes that was blocking his way.

 

Yellow, red and white neon lights welcomed the coming of the coal haired yakuza. As he stepped inside the premises of the host club, everyone else bowed in respect as if he was some make-believe religious identity. The act pissed him off.. well, everything had been pissing of the damned male anyway.

 

"I'm here for this month's collection. Good job guys!"

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It took Yuki a few hours before arriving to the host club. He was rather looking dapper in his suit, minus the fact that the suit is somewhat one size bigger from him. He adjusted his collar before clicking his tongue thinking this should be enough for his date. Then he stepped inside the host club.

 

"Yuki-kun~!" A tall brunet male in a white suit waved to him as soon as he entered the club. Yuki posed a charming smile, delighted to see his favorite client.

 

Fumihiko, Haga; 28. He is an entrepreneur for an international brand for musical instruments. Kind and intelligent, Haga-san seems to take a great interest in the blond male escort. He always books Yuki every weekend for some fun and good fuck and Yuki really didn't mind because he never get a client as good-looking and as rich as him this often.

 

"Haga-san~!" Yuki called out to the male endearingly, welcoming a hug and a soft kiss. The two were oblivious about their surroundings until a tall, well dressed man came right before Yuki. The couple stood there dumbfounded as they watch the members of the host club and all the employees bow down before him. It was rather unnerving... At least for Yuki.

 

"I'm here for this month's collection. Good job guys!"

 

Upon hearing this, Yuki blinked and turned to his date realizing who it was. "Looks like he's the owner of the host club. Just ignore him. Come, let's have a drink shall we?" He whispered, waving for a host to hand them their menu. Somehow, that owner has a strong aura that even when Yuki's back is turned to him, he could still feel his strong presence that even gets the hair on his nape raise.

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Worried eyes met Akahiro's own, making the young heir curious what the club manager was up to. The raven haired male walked closer to the other, being more intimidating as the distance between the two shortened. At three feet short, Akahiro's footsteps halted, asking the person in question.

 

"Is anything wrong, manager Gouda?"

 

"Uhh.. Ehh... umm... yess.. I-I mean noo.. hahaha"

 

The stuttering of the other pissed Akahiro off, his eyes narrowing, darting a death glare to the other. His right arm reached for manager Gouda's collar, pulling it closer towards the blue eyed yakuza.

 

"You fucker. Is it a yes or a no? Decide on what to say. Don't be like how you can't fucking decide for your own self, whether to be Asian or black.", Akahiro said, letting go of the damned collar which seemed to be drenched with the other guy's sweat.

 

"Umm.. The-"

 

As the other started talking, the raven haired young master of Shiroya-gumi narrowed his eyes even more at the sight of a rare gem. Forget about the month's collection, he could have that any moment he wanted to. The unpolished gem before his eyes was way more important than the money he would collect anyway, knowing that the person in question would bring him the same amount in threefold.

 

"Forget it. Who are those two?" Akahiro asked, seeming to catch a rare interest.

 

"Those are guests. It's Haga-sama and someone I don't know of." manager Gouda explained, sighing later on at the thought of saving himself the trouble of explaining a bad news to the other.

 

Akihiro waltz forward to a petit blond guy, with him is a person of no use, someone who should just disappear before his sight.

 

"You! Blond, name your price. I offer you the spot for the number one host of this club, no.. of this area...Jesus, never mind that. Work for me, I'll make you the most popular host of this country."

 

Speaking with authority, Akahiro expected a positive response from the other. Well, whatever, even if the blond refused him, he would have the petit guy work for him. The raven haired yakuza always got what he wanted... and he always will.

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The two lovebirds could perfectly hear the owner's voice scolding the manager. Haga scratched the back of his head and sighed. Nevertheless, he kept quiet and focused on attending his beloved for tonight. The blond was perfectly enjoying the other's company, giggling on some of his jokes and nuzzling him whenever he makes an adorable comment.

 

"Aww. I really like that shoes you gave me. They're fabulous and fit me so well." Yuki giggled. He was then stopped by how he was called out. 'Blond'? He looked around and furrowed his brows upon seeing that he was being called by the loud owner.

 

"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible since he didn't want them to be kicked out of the club and make an embarrassing scene. He giggled and brushed his hair aback, placing his hand on his hip. "I'm sorry, but I can't entertain you now. I'm already booked. I have a client here, you see." he smiled before fishing out something inside his pocket that seems to be a business card. It was a small, rectangular card with black and red design with his name and contact number.

 

"But if you're interested in talking business, give me a call tomorrow." he purred, winking at him before turning back and sitting beside Haga. "Sorry about that, Haga-san. Here, more champagne?"

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"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?"... "I'm sorry, but I can't entertain you now. I'm already booked. I have a client here, you see."

 

Surprise what what initially showed over Akahiro's face, quickly morphing to apparent anger. How dare the other refuse him. Never in the young yakuza's life had he been refused. Whatever he asked had always been given. That was just the way of life, and that what it should always be. Hearing the blond's refusal just didn't seem correct, as if it was something that came out of this world.

"But if you're interested in talking business, give me a call tomorrow."

Hearing what the petit male said had given the raven haired yakuza an instant relief, accompanied by a deep sigh. It was not that he was refused. Of course, it was only strange for him to be refused... he even wondered why such word existed in the first place, fully knowing that such word could never be used for him.

 

The reason behind it all was the person with the rare unpolished gem, the damned hindrance dared to even show his face off against Akahiro, as if he had something against the young yakuza confronting the other. Swiftly turning his head around, he looked at the club guards on standby, tilting his head as a signal that he wanted their help.

 

"Guards, please accompany ...umm... Huga-san or whatever. It seems he's not feeling very well."

 

Of course, everyone knew it was just a pretense coming from the blue eyed yakuza, wanting to rid the other from his damned sight. Two guards came darting, holding the confused guest on both arms as they 'assisted' him out. Now that Akahiro was alone, he could finally discuss his matters with the blond.

 

"It seems we're finally alone."

 

The coal haired yakuza said, a faint smirk forming over his lips followed by a barely audible chuckle.

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The blond petite male was startled when his date was suddenly escorted out of the club. He sort of panicked because, first, it was rude to do that to his client, and second, he wasn't paid for tonight yet. He frowned and looked back at the tall, coal-haired owner of the club. He couldn't believe he just did that to a customer! He rose his brow and twisted his face in a displeased way.

 

When the man said that they're finally alone, he crossed his arms in front of him. Not only was he being rude, he's also being a spoiled rich brat who does whatever he wants. Not a good first impression.

 

"Are you serious?" he asked, pouting a bit. "I just lost my client tonight and it's all your fault. You have to pay for the damage you made here." He was trying to keep his cool since he's dealing with an obvious Yakuza member here. The last thing he ever wanted was to get out of here whole and alive.

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Two blue eyes, well... brown eyes made blue because of contacts... were staring at the blond, amused as the other guy panicked while events unfold. Two arms crossed against each other, the petit male faced him as he talked.

 

"Are you serious?"... "I just lost my client tonight and it's all your fault. You have to pay for the damage you made here."

Hearing what the other said had an obvious laughter escape from Akahiro's lips. Money? Was it everything the guy needed? Akahiro thought it would be damn hard for him to convince the other, seeing how he was almost rejected. If he hadn't rid the other guest, the brown eyed male would have to wait until the two settle up with their make believe relationship.

 

"If money is all you want, I'll give you way more than that asshole could. As I have said, name your price"

 

The young yakuza said as he took something from his pocket which turned out to be a pack of cigarette. He picked one and returned the rest, lighting the one he had on his lips as he started inhaling the addictive stick.

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Yuki pursed his lips to the side, tapping his foot as he thought about the offer. This man could give any amount he asked of him so maybe it's not that bad. His phone started ringing as he excused himself to look at it. Aaah... Haga-san. I feel so bad for him but it's scary to refuse on this man. I shall deal with you tomorrow. he thought as he cancelled the incoming call. Clearing his throat, he put the phone back to his pocket and looked back to the taller male. His blue eyes rolled back and sighed.

 

"You're really pushy, aren't you? Okay, fine. I charge ¥10,000 per night, service only. Your choice of place or activity." he said nonchalantly, his arms went back to a cross in front of him. He was scanning the other male's face. Not too bad. In fact, he's a lot more attractive than Haga-san. "So I guess i'm booked by you now? Ah. Where are my manners. My name is Yuki. Kurosu, Yuki." with that, he extended his hand for the other to shake.

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"You're really pushy, aren't you? Okay, fine. I charge ¥10,000 per night, service only. Your choice of place or activity."... "So I guess i'm booked by you now? Ah. Where are my manners. My name is Yuki. Kurosu, Yuki."

Fake blue eyes narrowed at the stupidity of the other. How could the blond beauty not understand what he meant? Well, whatever... the other didn't seem to be opposed, naming his price even. A quick inhalation of nicotine filled smoke had the young yakuza feeling good, puffing the smoke out right over the blond male's face.

 

"Look, you don't seem to get what I mean. I. want. you. to. work. for. me." The spoiled yakuza said, throwing the useless cigarette butt somewhere as he continued "Name your price again."

 

With a quick snap using his finger's the raven haired yakuza had two man in suit waltzing to his direction, with both hands are two cashed filled cases. Laying them in layers, Akahiro opened one case, relieving several thousands of neatly arranged cash.

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As if his rude attitude towards people wasn't enough, the yakuza even blew his smoke right on front of his face. He simply closed his eyes and clenched his hands tightly, trying his very best not to slap him from his discourtesy. It didn't please him at all until it was made clear that the yakuza wants him as a host. "Seriously? This is how he recruits new members in his club? By force? Like leaving them without a choice or else they'd be beaten to death in a dark alleyway a few hours after?"

 

He let out a scoff-like laugh. "A host? A cruddy alleycat for a host?" he asked, blinking a few times, slowly taking it all in.

 

He never had any experiences in being a classy host-- wearing a suit and tie all the time, always poised and elegant and be charming and cuddly with every client. That includes old women who wears strong citrusy perfumes and whiny, annoying college girls. If he gets lucky, he could tend male clients, but even so, the task of a host can be very excruciating; both physical and mental. He was about to refuse but then he was most startled when two men suddenly appeared in front of him, carrying two briefcase full of money. He gasped audibly and stuttered, backing away slightly, intimidated by the cash that is presented upon him. His eyes darted back at the taller male, scoffing and scratching his head in disbelief.

 

"F-fine." he muttered, then stepping forward as he raised both his hands in front of the yakuza, fingers spread out wide. "Ten million yen for a six-month contract. Tax free. A-and I require incentives and insurance just in case one of your clients harm me or anything..." he didn't know if the amount is too high or too low since he doesn't have any idea how much a host earns in that duration. He just thought about having a stable job would pay enough for his tuition-fees and living expenses. Well, at least he won't be hanging out in ratty alleys picking up dudes anymore. Plus the host club is pretty comfortable working in, so it's a win/win deal for him.

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"A host? A cruddy alleycat for a host?"

What the other had said didn't make sense for the rich Shiroya-gumi heir, simply ignoring him. He wasn't sure what the other was up to, but he at least knew that the petit male wasn't about to refuse him or do any puny tricks. No, he shouldn't be, fully knowing that Akahiro is a yakuza of high stature. The raven haired male could get rid of anyone he wanted to, and the other should know where he'll end up.

 

"F-fine."..."Ten million yen for a six-month contract. Tax free. A-and I require incentives and insurance just in case one of your clients harm me or anything..."

A smirk formed over the intimidating male's lips, overjoyed over the fact the he once again got what he always wanted. Of course, just like how it will always be. Glancing back to the men in suit, he ordered them to scram away, leaving one of the ten cash filled money right in front of the money hag stranger.

 

"This is ten million yen. Check it out if you want to"

 

Kicking the case towards the other, the young yakuza turned around, waltzing back to the entrance before he came into a sudden halt. Turning his head around, Akahiro said one thing he forgot to say.

"Be here tomorrow, by noon."

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Yuki could not believe the man just agreed on his bargain. Ten million yen. For him that only earns almost a quarter of it a year, it's not bad of a bargain. This is not bad at all. He looked at the men in suits scram away, leaving a case full of cash. His blue eyes widened in astonishment, seeing the male act on impulse, giving him ten million yen right away.

 

Sighing, he knelt and picked up the case, not caring if it was being kicked in front of him. He held the black leather case dear as his cheeks flushed, weighing it on his arms. Even if the man said he could check it out, he didn't bother. The smell of newly printed money is enough proof that they're real and he subconsciously trusted the yakuza about the amount. This would definitely help them off for long. His mom, the bills, his tuition... Heck, he could even stop whoring himself out for a long time because of all this money.

 

His eyes focused on the case as he wore a goofy smile, still speechless until he heard the yakuza wanting him to return here tomorrow noon. What was he thinking, getting money for free? Of course, he had to work for it like their contract said. He bit his lip and nodded.

 

"Of course. Thank you very much!" with that, he bowed before him, lowering his head along with his body than he usually does to his clients. He owe his man a decent job so he must pay some high respect for him. He could not wait until he got home, tell his mother about this and even buy a cake. After all, today is his birthday. These unexpected turn of events may have been the best birthday gift to Yuki and all he ever wanted was to celebrate it with his mother.

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"Of course. Thank you very much!"

 

The Shiroya-gumi heir didn't respond to what the other said, continuing to walk away as he got on to his Ferrari sports car. Speed limit was something not in the coal haired male's dictionary, accelerating the red vehicle when opportunity offers itself. The roofless car had made the wind collide against him, his hair tracing its path as he moved forward. In a few moments, beeping of a police motorcycle roared throughout the vicinity, following the path he took just like his own shadow.

 

Akahiro took this as a challenge, which wasn't ... in any form possible, as the brown eyed spoiled kid sped up even faster. Of course, this was a speed a simple motorcycle can't dream to surpass..or even to get even with. In no time, the raven haired male had lost his pursuers in an increasing distance.

"How foolish of them..."

 

A opened big wooden door welcomed the coming of the young heir as he stepped out from his car. This was the Shiroya-gumi residence, one of the finest traditionally preserved residence all over japan. Each yakuza had lined up at the entrance of the young master, bowing in fear and respect as he passed through.

 

"Welcome back, Akahiro-sama!"

 

Tired of hearing the same thing ever since Akahiro could remember, he ignored all the men around, walking straightly to his room. Passing by his father's door, the old man was once again banging some random person. This time, it was a male with a really high pitched voice. Such thing wasn't new to him. Akahiro had grown up hearing all kinds of moans, groans, screams or whatnot from all sorts of people. This time was no different.

Pissed off, Akahiro kicked the thin door enclosing his father's door. A loud creak signified the old age of the wood, giving up from its post as it fell down. A loud thud surprised two figures in heat, both pairs of eyes darting to Akahiro's own. A young guy of around seventeen years old was resting on his chest, his legs kneeling and his ass pointing outwards. Next to the young guy was Akahiro's father, A big thick stick was inserted into the other's asshole.

 

"Oyaji! Can't you fucking keep it down?"

 

Akahiro yelled, seeming to get more pissed of as his father turned his head back to his prey, his cock moving in and out from the pleasure hole of the other. The sexual atmosphere sickened the coal haired yakuza, waltzing out.

"Ohh.. ahh~ Almost... AHH Kid! You can have him after I'm done. This slut is fucking tight!! Ahhh AHHHHH!!"

 

While his father climaxed and yelled, Akahiro ignored all sound he could hear, entering his own room.

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Yuki watched as the other left, waiting for him to be completely out of sight before making any sudden movements. He looked around and saw a host holding their check for tonight. "Your check, sir." the faint voice said before handing it to Yuki politely. He immediately opened the case and pulled out a few bills, giving the other some tip before bowing and leaving the premises with his cash. The boy was still stunned from what had happened. It seems like a sick joke that he's holding a lot of money right now. All he wanted to be was to get home and tell his mother all about this.

 

He took the bus home that took him an hour and a half, holding his case close that was then wrapped with his jacket so the expensive leather case won't catch anyone's attention. After all, he's just this freak-looking, half-blood, worn out alley cat who's trying to make his way home. As soon as he alighted the bus, he dropped by at a nearby cake shop where he bought a round, 6" chocolate cake. He smiled and thought fondly of him and his mother celebrating his 21st birthday. It would be so much fun, he thought.

 

The apartment that he and his mother share is located at the 2nd floor and one has to climb up the rusty, old staircase that was suited outside. It was a small, wood plank covered apartment with white walls and a window by the living room which overlooks the beautiful, blurred out lights of the city since the apartment was located on a much higher grounds of the compound. It was his favorite spot during the night whenever he doesn't have any clients. It gives him peace of mind to just stare out of the window and think of things... Things that he wasn't able to enjoy because of the kind of job he has. But he had to do it. He had no other choice but this.

 

Suddenly, his phone rang as if waking him up from his little daydream. It was his mother who sent him a text.

 

I'm sorry I won't be able to come home tonight. Reheat the food in the fridge. I prepared your favorite, sweet and sour pork. Happy birthday, Vladimir.

 

As if his arm lost his strength, he put the phone down. All he wanted was to celebrate his birthday with his mother but now he had to spend it alone, yet again.

 

"Like hell I expected tonight to be any different..." he whispered, picking his phone back up and just deciding to call Haga. He still needed to make an apology. Maybe he could still make up for him and tell him everything that's happened earlier was not his fault. But the other guy wasn't picking up. He must be very pissed. He knew because that scene was just as humiliating as it could be. Yuki sighed, deciding to just send him a text explaining what happened before heading to bed. He hoped tomorrow would be a better one, especially he have to show up at the same host club tomorrow noon. That reminds him, he still have to buy a properly tailored suit for tomorrow.

 

Yuki couldn't sleep at all. His mind drifted with thoughts about the job tomorrow, especially that coal-haired yakuza... Their first meeting was certainly not as pleasant as he thought it could be, but he secretly hoped that the man would be easy to deal with. Yuki knew that the man's blue eyes were contacts because no pure-blood Japanese have blue eyes. He tried to remember his facial features-- his well-groomed hair, his slanted eyes that speaks authority, his lips full and plump and that great silhouette of a body hiding underneath that expensive suit.

 

"Ah... that gorgeous body... I wonder how he looks like down there..." A sigh came out of Yuki's lips as he slowly felt the heat of his body rising up. He still haven't figured out why, but the gaze that the yakuza gave to him was almost piercing, giving him shivers down his spine as if seeing through him that he ended up imagining things about that coal-haired man. Before he knew it, he was now half-naked, touching himself all over, only thinking about that one person whom had just waltz in and out of his life in one night.

 

He couldn't stop. Not that he wanted to. It wasn't the first time he had pleasured himself to a total stranger.

 

Yuki's slender body sprawled across the bed; his pants halfway down his thighs as he bit his shirt, holding it by his teeth. His hands slowly and lightly roamed around his stretched torso, sending ticklish sensations all over him as his eyes fluttered close, only thinking of his hands as if they were the yakuza's.

 

"Aah... yakuza-sama..." He let out a soft moan every time his fingers brush lightly across his now hardened nipples, arching his back as the touch trailed down to his abdomen to his hard on. Everything felt magical to him until he reached his aching erection that sent fireworks behind his mind. Yuki didn't want for that sensation to end as he continued stroking himself faster, his breathing synching with his movements. It wasn't enough...

 

"P-Put in in... please..." he mouthed, his other hand taking some of his pre-cum off the tip and then using it as a lube for his ass. Three fingers. He thought the other's size would be much more like his three fingers. It was hard but he managed to put two of them before adding the last digit inside him.

 

Yuki's eyes fluttered open as soon as he was done, panting hard. His arms were sore and his body and bed sheets were stained with his cum. He chuckled and buried his face on the pillow. He could never tell the difference between the feeling of self-loathing and sense of relief whenever he's done doing this kind of thing to himself. He let sleep succumb all these feelings like he always does during his several one-night stands.

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Tetsu

With a soft thud, the raven haired yakuza flopped over his soft futon, loud music engulfing the entire premise of the four cornered wooden room of his. The day was as usual, as boring as it could ever get. Repetition was at it's finest; only that meeting a certain person had his day somewhat different. Akahiro, staring at the koi pond over the window, had thought that the kid may bring him some form of amusement.

 

Morning came as tireless and as faithful as it could ever get. The brimming of light had the young heir cover his sight in an instant, not wanting to keep his eyesight blinded by light. Both hands were stretched upwards, slowly moving on opposite directions as he loudly yawned. When Akahiro was woken enough, he stood up to do what he was ought to do for the day.

 

"Ohayou Gozaimasu, Waka-dono. An urgent meeting is being held at the meeting room right now. All representative of the clan is present and your presence is very much appreciated"

A man servant had said, not forgetting to bow his head down as he finished talking. Akahiro, in his irritation, had walked past the other, pretending he heard of nothing, saw of nothing and definitely knew of nothing. Two foot waltzed to the direction of the kitchen as the young master had taken his breakfast of egg roll, egg, rice and mixed vegetables. Carelessly gulping the food down had the yakuza choking, in need of reaching for a glass water. Irritation piled one after the other. The raven haired yakuza, not wanting to add another more, had left the mansion the moment he finished his bath, planning to stroll around and waste time.

 

Parking the red automobile right before the neon lighted building, Akahiro pushed over the door, people hurriedly falling in line and bowing at his entrance.

 

"Ohayou Gozaimasu! Akahiro-sama!"

"Shut your trap. Has the kid arrived yet?"

Akahiro asked, as he continued moving deeper into the building.

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Warm light greeted Yuki's cheeks as morning came. His eyes fluttered from the glare as he tried to bury his face under the pristine white pillows to at least sleep some more, but the heat seeping through his window was enough to annoy him and jump off the bed, groaning. Sighing, the blonde sat up pouting as he started to collect his mind for the day. He remembered what happened last night; meeting that glorious of a man in white suit. He could be practically drooling over that memory right now until he wakes up from his little daydream. Yuki still have to buy a suit for his new job now. A nice one that screams "I am a Host" or something. Still, he didn't think wearing one would suit him at all.

 

"The money. Where's it..? Ah.." he scrambled to his feet seeing his case of money beside his bed. "I guess I should put this in my account." He thought before getting ready for the day. Once done, he went to the bank and deposited the money, leaving some cash in hand for him to buy his new suit.

 

Yuki took the bus just to get to the mall as he decides to get a ready made suit and a few ones for spare. He got three pairs of suit jacket and pants, five inner shirts and five ties to start him off the week. The time went by quickly as he decided to just wear the red one for tonight.

 

He knew he had to come in his new job even before the yakuza-sama arrives, so he had been waiting at the dressing room until the club opens. The new shirt and vest still feels weird against his skin as he keeps on fidgeting on it, trying to loosen up his tie until one host called for him.

 

"Oi, baka! Akahiro-sama is here now and is looking for you! Hurry up!"

 

"Eeeh!? A-alright, i'm coming." he said, scrambling to his feet. His pants were rather tight and it was really hard to move on them. He met those fake blue eyes as soon as he darted outside the dressing room. Those intense-looking eyes that he imagined gazing down at him last night... He immediately averted his eyes by bowing deeply.

 

"A-Akahiro-sama! Thank you for having me here!" he said, not lifting his head for a while.

 

Yuki's suit for the night

 

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