Ok, this is my first ever time writing a fanfic. I thought I'd do it about one of my favourite anime's, Junjou Romantica! I really do hope you enjoy it ^^ Sorry for any mistakes, etc. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Sexual suggestions, bad language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica or its characters, unfortunately.

Shinobu stared at his reflection in the small bathroom mirror.

"It could be worse…" he said aloud, brushing his long fingers across his cheek. A reddish, purple hickey lay there, a few centimetres in diameter. It was very prominent upon his pale, smooth skin, but it wasn't anything a dab of makeup couldn't conceal.

He had gained the mark last night, after an evening with a particularly rough customer. Shinobu shuddered at the memory of the man's grabby hands and stale breath. He was grateful that the man hadn't paid for anything more than an hour or so of simple company alongside a few touches. Shinobu was certainly not happy when the man tried to kiss him, so he turned his cheek against the oncoming desperate mouth.

"So much for a sweet sixteen," Shinobu mused. His birthday was two weeks ago, and the moment he had turned sixteen, his boss had been supplying him with clients none stop. Shinobu was a model, a chaperon, an escort. Once a model turned sixteen, they were more accessible to men, or women, for sex. Thankfully, this particular agency didn't mess with boys under 16 in realms of sex. Shinobu hadn't lost his virginity yet. It turned out that Shinobu was a very popular model. He'd only had about five pictures taken (fully clothed) and even so, after minor advertisement of the pictures, phone calls for Shinobu were nonstop. 'And to think, that at one point, I looked forward to turning sixteen,' Shinobu thought gloomily.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

"Whoah, watch it!" Shinobu yelled when Misaki ran in and shoved past.

"Sorry! I just need to…ah, there it is!" Misaki cried, lunging forward and grabbing his toothbrush.

He then dashed around mumbling "where's the comb? Where's the god damn comb?"

"Why are you in such a rush?" Shinobu asked.

"Orochi just phoned, he says this client just called, really short notice, but he's paying a lot of money, so Orochi made an exception. He's a regular anyway, so it's ok," Misaki burbled through a mouthful of frothy toothpaste and snatching the comb from behind the shower gel.

"Ooh, what regular?

After only seconds of furious brushing, Misaki spat his toothpaste out.

"It's Kitano-san, that really pale one," Misaki hurriedly said, raking a comb through his wild hair.

Ah, that was ok. Kitano was quite a nice man, and favoured Misaki's company more than anyone else.

"Ah, that's good," Shinobu said.

"Yeah, he rarely makes me do anything sexual too. Apparently he wants me for a night at the theatre," Misaki said with a frown as he was tugging the comb through a stubborn knot in his hair.

Shinobu wasn't used to this whole sex thing yet. He had only just turned sixteen, meaning he could only just start doing…sexual escorting. Hearing Misaki mention sex so casually made him uncomfortable. He hadn't yet had to do anything much with a client besides talking, and the occasional rub here and there. Shinobu didn't kiss on the lips, as Misaki had advised him not to do so. He said it was 'too personal.' Shinobu knew it wasn't long till he had to have sex. Orochi was selling Shinobu's virginity at an extremely high price. There was currently a small bidding war over him.

"Oh er…that's very good," Shinobu replied.

Misaki sensed the younger boy's discomfort. "Sorry, I forgot that you're not used to all this," he said softly.

Shinobu shrugged, "I suppose I should try and get used to it." He looked cautiously at the handsome boy across from him; kind, bright green eyes met his gaze.

"You've got a hickey," Misaki said simply, pointing at Shinobu's cheek.

"Yeah! I was trying to cover it up before you came in here, I don't want to have to cancel my appointment with Yamaguchi tonight," Shinobu replied worriedly.

Orochi demanded that the boys be in perfect condition when they met customers. As customers were paying for perfection, and if a model wasn't perfect, the customer could complain. So this resulted in pre-booked haircuts, massages and general pampering sessions as a regular regime.

"Mi-misaki, how did…you get used to all of it? And…the sex stuff?" Shinobu asked delicately.

Misaki swallowed, choosing his next words carefully. "It was hard at first. The first time was…it was…well, it gets better at least," Misaki sighed. "I try to just focus on the job and blot everything else out really; it's less…horrid that way…"

"Hmph. Thanks for reassuring me," Shinobu grumbled.

Misaki laughed, and set the comb down. "Hey, at least I said it gets better!"

He then looked at the clock, "Oh holy shit! I'm going to be late for sure! Bye Shinobu!" Misaki yelled, running madly out the door. "The key's under the mat!"

"I know, you tell me every day!" Shinobu called in reply.

Then, the front door slammed shut. Shinobu chuckled at the older boy's disorganisation. He liked living with Misaki. Orochi, the manager had suggested they live together when Shinobu turned sixteen.

"I'm leaving it to you to show young little Shinobu the ropes," Orochi had said, ruffling Misaki's hair.

And Shinobu was for once grateful for something Orochi had done. He didn't think he would have been able to manage it if he lived by himself as an uneducated escort. He couldn't go back to his family, not now that his sister was married to his true love…Miyagi You. Shinobu remembered his rage and confusion, as he charged through the busy streets, the news of his sister's and Miyagi's engagement running through his numb mind. Running away was what he deemed the best thing to do in his furious state.

Shinobu did try going back. But his mother slammed the door in his face, literally. A family friend had seen him kissing an older man, whilst Shinobu sat on his lap at a bar-Shinobu didn't think that anyone could see them. Shinobu's family found out and…well, homosexuality was kind of frowned upon by them, and they weren't the most forgiving people. Homeless, and broke, Shinobu returned to Orochi. He knew there were probably other options…but at this point, Shinobu was still innocent to the knowledge of sexual escorting. He'd only been told that 'little' fact when he turned sixteen.

So now Shinobu lived on the thought of returning home and falling into the arms of his fate, Miyagi. Besides, Shinobu didn't think this was too bad. He liked Misaki, and being an escort was kind of fun, for the moment. Though Shinobu was dreading any real sexual contact, but if he carried on working for Orochi, such contact was inevitable.

Shinobu's mobile buzzed to life. He peered at the number and inhaled sharply when he saw Orochi's all too familiar number on the bright screen. Shinobu answered the phone.

"Hello, Orochi."

"Yeah yeah. Hello, hi, hey. Look, I need you to come to base, now. We've got a ridiculously high bid for that ass of yours, but the buyer wants to see the goods first hand," Orochi said in his silky voice, a silky voice which could appeal to almost anybody. But alas, the silk was that of a web, and once you were drawn in to its tangled mess of lies and deceit…well, Shinobu couldn't see any way out, yet.

"Oh. Yeah, I'll come," Shinobu sighed.

"Good, be here soon. He doesn't seem like the type to wait long, and neither am I."

"I'm on my way!" Shinobu said.

"If he does pay for you, I'll cancel your appointement with Yamaguchi; say you have a cold or something. Now hurry up!"

"Yes, I am on my way!" Shinobu repeated.

Shinobu stood at the door, panicking. What if the man was horrible? Did Shinobu want this man to rent him? Well, the answer to that question was obvious.

'Just get it over and done with!' A voice in Shinobu's head said impatiently. Shinobu nodded, and grasped the door handle. But then another voice let itself be heard: 'Shinobu! Why are you even doing this?' 'What sort of a dumb-ass question is that? He's broke!' The first voice replied angrily.

"Argh! Why the fuck is it so hard!" Shinobu yelled, angrily head-butting the door.

Shinobu stood there, torn between the two contrasts of his conscience. 'What are my options?' Shinobu thought sadly. 'If only I didn't sign that damn contract!'

Shinobu remembered gliding the pen across the contract only a few months ago. The contract that assured Orochi two years of Shinobu's service. Shinobu signed the contract because once you were an official member of Orochi's escort agency; men/women would pay higher prices to be with the model. This meant Shinobu got more money, and therefore a meal to eat before he slept each night. Besides, at this point, Shinobu was completely innocent about the whole sex side to escorting.

Orochi had found Shinobu angrily wandering the streets, after Shinobu had learned of Miyagi's engagement with his sister. He had offered him a place to sleep, and then had supplied him with a job. Lying in a comfortable hotel room for weeks and occasionally going out to have lunch or dinner with rich men was….well, Shinobu loved it. He signed the contract hurriedly, desperate to earn more money…but he hadn't noticed the small print, though…he swore he had read it. And when Shinobu turned 16, he was sent to live with Misaki to learn exactly what the small print meant and the horrific consequences should its orders be disobeyed.

Shinobu settled his hand back upon the door knob, and sighed.

"I guess this is it," he whispered. He was about to leave, but then grabbed the tube of concealer and quickly, but carefully, applied it to his hickey. Then, checking that the key was really under the mat (just in case), Shinobu left the room.

"Those photos really don't give him justice."

"Not many cameras could do him 'justice.' I told you, he's one of my best boys," Orochi replied to the man, who was staring in disbelief at Shinobu's cute, nervous face. Shinobu shifted under the intense gaze. This man was called Okita Yasushi. He was looked to be in his late twenties and…well, he was reasonably attractive. Shinobu couldn't help but be a little bit grateful for that very small relief. If the man had looked anything like the man who gave him his hickey last night…he just might have run out of the office the instant he stepped in. Okita was quite tall, thin and mysterious, with long elegant hands. Shinobu gulped at the thought of what those hands might be doing to him later in the day.

"So, is the offer still on, Okita-san?" Orochi asked.

"Hm, do I get to take him for a small trial run?" Okita drawled.

Shinobu looked anxiously at Orochi, hoping that he would not agree to this request.

"No, I'm afraid not. If you don't bring the dough, you don't get the hoe," Orochi chuckled.

Shinobu repressed a frown at this. 'I'm not a hoe,' he growled in his head. 'Well, not yet,' he added miserably.

"Well, I was going to buy him regardless; I was trying to get a little extra!" Okita laughed, stepping closer to Shinobu. He put a wiry arm around him, grinned at Orochi and asked: "So, can I fuck him tonight then?"

Shinobu didn't really know what to do. He was normally very comfortable when escorting, as long as the customer kept the conversation flowing. But now that Shinobu knew what lay at the end of tonight's appointment, he couldn't say a word to the hushed man next to him. But Okita seemed to be enjoying Shinobu's company nonetheless.

The two of them were sat in the back of Okita's car; the driver could not be seen through the tinted black window that separated the back of the car from the front. So they were alone in a sense, which made Shinobu's fear evermore greater. What was most disturbing was the silence…the sheer silence between the man and the boy. Shinobu tried the concentrate on the quiet roll of the car tyres, his gaze directed at his knees.

"Shinobu,"

Shinobu rapidly blinked and slowly looked up, barely looking and Okita.

"Yes, Okita-san?"

"Please, call me Yasushi," Okita purred.

"Yes…Yasushi-san."

Okita smiled complacently, and rested his hand on Shinobu's skinny right leg, squeezing it softly.

"I want you to kiss me, now," Okita said silkily.

"But, I don't like to kiss on the lips," Shinobu replied in a very small voice. He braced himself for what could potentially be a nasty response.

"Then kiss me elsewhere."

Shinobu was surprised at Okita's acceptance to his own 'rule.' And at how soft Okita's request was. Though of course, as friendly as it seemed on the surface, it was certainly moreover a command. This was affirmed when Okita increased the strength of the grip on Shinobu's leg, and leaned in. Shinobu faced him, and closed his eyes as Okita kissed his neck.

Okita's lips only stayed there momentarily, he grazed Shinobu's jaw with seemingly sharp teeth and started to kiss up Shinobu's cheek.

'Shit! He'll kiss the concealer off my hickey!' Shinobu thought. Shinobu was forced to take action against this. He wasn't exactly thinking straight, and made a rather confident move when he hurriedly undid his seatbelt, then slid onto Okita's lap. Turning his hickey covered cheek slightly away. Okita said nothing, but instead wrapped his arms around Shinobu and pulled him down to continue the exploration on Shinobu's face and neck. Shinobu obediently let Okita kiss him, his hands resting on Okita's panting chest, grasping the shirt that covered it.

"I want to last longer for tonight," Okita suddenly growled, kissing Shinobu's neck.

"So-sorry, what?" Shinobu gasped, as Okita softly bit down upon his soft skin.

"I want to last-oh…do you not understand what I mean by that?" Okita asked. Shinobu could feel Okita's mouth smile against his neck.

"No…I don't."

"So innocent…so incredible…" Okita whispered. Okita wrapped his long fingers around Shinobu's right hand, and kissed it, before setting it down onto Okita's lap. Shinobu looked down and noticed the bulge beneath Okita's black trousers. And suddenly he understood.

Shinobu's untrained hand unbuttoned and unzipped Okita's trousers, and nervously set about the task before him. Breathing heavily as he did so, the sounds of Misaki's voice pounding in his ears: 'just focus on the job and blot everything else out.'

Ok, so any reviews would be really appreciated. Do you think I should carry this on? Or ditch the story? ^^