It's been forever and I haven't updated my other story because I was busy doing this one – and I'm sure this may result in my hanging but I really wanted to do a long chapter and finish it. I have been distracted recently with trying to get into a specific college and also my graphics tablet arrived [whom I have named John]. I'm sure you'd all enjoy Shuichi being a whore so without further delay [most of you probably skipped this introduction anyway].

Stand Disclaimers Apply: Characters from Gravitation are copyright Maki Murakami.

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Play The Game Again

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I never thought I'd end up in this place...well actually I've been here a few times when Tohma demanded I see him. But this time was different. This time I was a paying customer. Actually that's not true, too. Tohma was "treating" me. I could've thought up a thousand different things I'd preferred but everyone knew that the only thing Seguchi Tohma was prepared to offer his friends was either a cup of tea or session with one of his...employees.

I'm abruptly pulled from my thoughts when the doors to the office to my left were opened and a man in a black suit, a security guard probably, was dragging a middle-aged man backwards out of the room. The brown suit he wore was torn along the seam of his right arm that looked as though it had been fraying for quite a long time. The ends of his trousers were coated in some dark liquid, which at first I thought could've been mud. However as he stumbled for his footing with the guard forcing him backwards, his shoes, also covered with the liquid, left a bright streak of red across the polished floor.

Blood. It was blood, nothing too shocking as it's expected from this place now and then. Every once in a while you'd get the client who gets too excited or angry, either way it ends up with the same consequences. Someone gets hurt.

The man in brown began frantically yelling something, I wasn't really paying attention, but it sounded desperate. I was looking at the random pattern of the blood the guy had made. There was quite a lot of it -enough to stain his trousers to above the ankles.

Then the "president" himself made his appearance, stepping calmly out of the office the men had erupted from, Tohma calmly stood in front of the open doors wearing his black topper hat, a scarlet silk waistcoat, covered by his jacket that was adorned with ostrich feathers. "President" is what everyone inside the building called him but he was also referred to as the better known, and better suited, "Pimp".

My brother-in-law is a pimp. It doesn't really bother me as much as it used to but I know Mika will never get used to it. I think the paranoia is eating away at her. She believes that he's slept, and continues to sleep with, over half his staff. Mind you, he wasn't very convincing when she caught him with Vicky [I think it was Vicky...or was it Cassie...or Monique...] saying that she had dropped one of her contacts inside her underwear but she didn't feel comfortable taking them off so to help her look he took off his underwear to make her feel better. Tohma has never been a good bull- shitter.

The guy's shut up now, Tohma must have subtly threatened him; it's always the scariest when it comes from a delicate-looking guy who smiles all of the time. The guy's leaving on his own now and it looks like the Pimp's finally noticed me.

Smile fixated on his face, Tohma picked up his coat so that the expensive feathers wouldn't get stained by the blood and glanced towards a group of female workers, clicked his fingers, breaking their attention from whatever they were previously focused on...which was apparently me. They were dressed as maids, I'm not sure if they were actually maids or just dressed that way to suit particular clients' tastes, either way they lived to serve their master. He pointed at the bloodstained floor without saying anything and then turned to face me again.

"Eiri-san! I thought you weren't going to show up!"

I ignored his overwhelming friendliness and lit a cancer stick. I looked at the lighter. It was a gift from Ayaka; I tried giving it back to her when I broke everything off but she insisted I kept it. "It was a gift," she had said, holding back tears. The cliché phrase had made a bad taste in the back of my mouth. It was because of things like this that I left. We did everything a normal couple would do - dates, exchanging of presents, meeting parents; but when it came to sex with her, I just couldn't get hard. Every time the situation came up [or didn't as this case would prove], all I could think of was how simple she was. I knew I didn't love her then and that all I was doing was following what she and my family wanted. It wasn't so much empty as...predictable. It was boring. Talking to her was like talking to a random person at a bus station. She'd ask how I was and I'd say fine. Conversations were minimal and light about things such as the weather, the news and the price of cheese. I frequently slept with other women to go against the grain of our relationship. I liked the randomness; it was so undemanding and casual. So when the renowned Tohma heard of our break-up he decided to handle the situation by comforting me with the services of anyone of his...well...bitches. I hated the lighter, itself. It was a dark green with a small rose pattern in one corner. I tried forcing myself to like it before but to be honest I've never been a romantic man which is incredibly ironic, being a romance novelist.

During my thinking Tohma had been berating me about my smoking habits with the same unwavering smile pasted on his face.

"What do you say we go into my office and chat awhile? I'll make us some tea." I declined his offer with a slight shake of my head.

"Don't feel like talking, ne? Well, shall I show you the girls available?" I was about to answer when a man in formal wear with his shirt half un- tucked and pit-stains forming under his arms began to get violent with the male receptionist, who looked nervously towards his boss.

"What the hell do you mean you can't find him?! This is unacceptable! I've been waiting for over 45 minutes for Shindou-kun, what's my wife going to think when I get back so late?!"

Looking at the man flailing his arms in front of the poor youth, frantically trying to grab his collar so that he could make himself feel more important, I sigh in relief. It was like looking at one of the future my selves, one of the possible ways my future could've turned. If I had not realized what a mistake my relationship was with that girl recently, I fear I would've ended up like the desperate man only a few metres away from me, stuck in a hopeless marriage that drove me to visit a whorehouse so much that I remembered all the names of my favourite bitches.

A few other men began joining in with the berating of the youth who by now looked as though he were about ready to quit his job there and then. It was an interesting crowd. Including the first guy there were now four of them complaining? Two of them looked composed and, judging by their Armani suits and expensive leather briefcases, had well paid jobs; these two weren't aggressive in their actions - they just calmly told the assistant that they too had been waiting and asked when this "Shindou" would arrive. The last guy was the oldest, probably in his late 40s. He was getting edgy and every now and then he stroked the hair on the centre of his head which was thinning. Tohma looked at me sympathetically and said he'd be right back. This Shindou guy was working up a bit of a riot.

During this conflict one of the maids [that wasn't now frantically looking for the craved object of lust that the men opposite the counter demanded] was scrubbing furiously at the polished floor trying to wipe away the streaks of dried blood that may well have come from someone she knew.

"Must be a tough job," I say, my cigarette never leaving my lips. Although she was a good few metres away from me she flinched at the sound of my voice as though I had just shouted in her ear. She hesitantly looked up, blushing from ear to ear, her eyes quickly looking away every time they almost came in contact with my own. One could almost feel the burning glares the others, both men and women were giving her.

"Pa-pardon?" she eventually stuttered, her scrubbing slower than previous. I took a long drag of my cigarette before replying, knowing full well that I should just keep my mouth shut.

"Cleaning blood off the floor," I tapped the ashes onto an ashtray on the counter closest to me, "must be tough."

The bitching level of the other staff had rose in volume to the point where you could make out what they were saying.

"How come SHE gets to talk with Yuki Eiri?!"

"Aa~h, I'm so jealous!"

"Arisu, you're MUCH more cuter than her!"

"But you've got a better body, Mayaku!"

"Shut up, you two! I can't hear what they're talkin' about!"

"I think they're talking about Seguchi-sama - I hear he and Yuki-sama are close friends!"

"Uso~~!"

"Kyaa~~! Does that mean Yuki-sama is going to become a member!? I hope I get to have a chance with him, I bet he'd be a God in bed!"

I look at the blood stained floor. Parts where she had yet to scrub were beginning to dry and were turning a brown colour. I'm not looking directly at her but I can see through my field of vision that she had turned a charming shade of beetroot. Perhaps I should just pick this one. Seems cute enough with her black hair reaching her shoulders in little sausage-like curls. I don't look at her face. I don't really care what she looks like as I never look at the face of the person I'm shagging. It's a habit I'm quite happy with. I don't particularly want to remember whom I had sex with, nor do I really want to remember the actual sex. Just as long as it feels good when it happens. Look, she's stop scrubbing now and it's starting to piss me off for some reason.

"Its...not that that bad. It's harder when it gets on the carpets or rugs or clothes. But a small quantity of aqua ammonia helps...or sometimes I use pepsin...pepsin is good for stains...like these..." She was prattling on now. Maybe it was best if I picked someone else. But from what I actually registered to hear I could tell that "stains like these" were definitely quite common. She's talking at a fantastic speed now but still her hand does not move from the spot it was scrubbing. I look at her now; hopefully she'll get the hint that she should shut up. But now I can tell that she wants to shut up, she's embarrassed that she's rambling, but she's also panicking. She can't stop. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I exhale slowly, but making it clear that this is to keep me from shutting the bint up myself. She's slowing down now. I think has brain has either shut down or is in the process of shutting down as she looks like her face is about to have a seizure, her shoulders pulled together frantically shaking up and down. I brought my forefinger to my lips very slowly and just as slowly she ceased her jittering voice and her dark shifting eyes finally came into contact with my own.

The huddled crowd in the background leaned on each other to prevent themselves from crumbling to the floor in a fit of giggles. Right enough of this. I feel a migraine coming on. I stub the end of my cigarette on the tray and walk over, one hand in pocket; the other now grabs her wrist. Not stopping for her I drag her towards Tohma, her shoes clicking against the ground in a random pattern, trying to match my pace.

The scene before had calmed down somewhat thanks to the President's threatening presence. He sees me approaching, opens his mouth to speak but I get there before him.

"I'll take this one." And I let go of her so she tumbles forward slightly. Quickly she regains her posture in front of her Pimp and keeps her head and eyes low. Feet together, now, turned out slightly. Her gloved hands rest on her apron in front. Tohma is still looking at me with his eyebrows slanted slightly, mouth still wanting to say something. He reminds me of a character I used in one of my novels, a little disappointed at the lack of intimate conversation.

"So ka?" The words dragged out as his face returns to its ever-friendly smile. "How much?" "Eiri, you know this is a gift from-" "Fine. Where can I go" "Ami-san will guide you." So her name is Ami. "First class." He says addressing the girl. "Hai." "Take your time, Eiri, and feel free to come and chat after." I turn around in the direction I've seen other clients head with their pieces of flesh. Tohma is now practically radiating disappointment. What a sad bastard – says I, Yuki Eiri...

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Naked now, she is. We're both on the emperor sized bed. Screw the champagne. Screw the foreplay. Just screw. She delicately places her arms around my back. She's shaking a little. I hope that spectacle before hasn't made her feel awkward. Not for the fact that she should feel embarrassed, only that this could end up being really crap sex.

She reaches down undoing the front. She looks up for the briefest of moments and I see her face again. Same dark shifting eyes. I stop her hand instantly. I'm no longer hard. Was I ever hard? I don't recall how I got to this room. I sit on the edge of that huge bed. I don't know if my eyes are open or not but I can see her face in front of me. And yet her voice is coming from behind.

"Get out."

I get up and walk to the joint bathroom, briefly wondering how big this place is. Holding the sides of the porcelain sink with both hands I look up at myself through hunched shoulders. My already cold hands felt more cold transfer from the sink under my hands. Although its late winter, there is still a small amount of snow falling but the temperature inside this building is always soaring. Be it from the expensive heating system running throughout this place or the heat from the burning bodies of both clients and those rent-able, I'm not too sure. For as long as I've known I've always been a cold person - physically and principally.

I step into the shower [there's also a Jacuzzi available in this first class room]. Letting the scolding hot water beat against my back I think about nothing and just enjoy the ruthless heat which I can only seem to gain from these kind of showers.

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My skin feels a little numb and raw as I towel down and grab one of the black dressing gowns from the bathroom closet. There is a loud slam just as I put the garment on. I reluctantly step out of the bathroom silently praying that Tohma wouldn't give me an unnecessary lecture about "moving on" or some crap that wasn't relevant to my nature. I leave the bathroom, bracing myself for Tohma's ever-smiling face. Leaning back against the door was someone I hadn't seen before. He was panting, and between each heavy breathe he drew let a sequence of giggles roll out o his mouth. He was dressed in a thin grey jumper far too large for his small frame and hung off his shoulder revealing light bronze skin along the top right of his chest. I can't tell if he's wearing any shorts or underwear because of the long shirt. The only other things visible were a pair of white trainer socks. His head was hung low and his chest rose and fell frantically in unison with the panting.

I was in a little shock from this but it soon turned to annoyance. How dare he just burst in here? Who the hell is this? And other legitimate questions for this kind of scene. This had better be not another "present" from Tohma; I'm really not in the mood for any more fun and games, particularly with a teenage boy. Just as I was prepared to question him on his indecent debut he looked up through pink bangs that needed trimming. He had round eyes like a doll. The colour a shade of blue like the sky at dusk, and long black eyelashes from which the blue peaked. He closes his mouth a little and pressed his weight on his back and slid down on the floor, sighing simultaneously. I frown, shocking myself a little for not having done so until now. This rent-boy had better not get comfortable for his own good. I'm not in the mood for expelling this invader and demoting him with brutal dialect he has never heard of with his breeding let alone his generation.

"I suggest jumping in front of a car." I need a cigarette. I think I left my packet over...here.

"What?" He says. I've already got the cigarette between my lips. He's looking at me through the gap between his bent knees. I think he looks like a jewel over there; small, shining and possibly as expensive. I can imagine people wearing him like that. I light up and then throw that eyesore of a lighter in the direction of the bed without looking.

"To commit suicide. There are many ways," I say, inhaling the sweet contents into my lungs. I sit down on the single chair in the room and look at the youngster. His mouth is in a small 'o', with pink lips with glitter covering them pursed into a pout. He slowly stands up, bending forward to wipe his legs with the sleeve ends of his jumper. The large neckband of the thin material fell forward with his movements, baring his small chest and baby pink nipples. He then stood upright and crossed one leg over the other.

With his brow furrowed he said quite confidently, "I'd never kill myself; especially not now. My life's at it's peak, you know?" He turned his head a little up, looking at the door behind him and then faced me again. His sparkling lips curved into a small smile, making a tiny dimple appear on his left cheek. "Just playing a little game..."

"Well then I don't recommend staying here if you don't want to." I tap the ashes into the tin tray. Even though Tohma has built this place to almost perfection with it's velvet red drapes, it's golden shag carpet and huge ceiling. Even with all this he still leaves out the old metal ashtrays.

"But I do want to! I love playing games!" He took a few steps toward me, leaning forward again while a giggle ruptured from his glitter-coated lips.

"I mean," I say, taking another drag, "if you don't want to die." He looks at me, still leaning forward. This must be one of his seducing methods or whatnot, what a cheap French harlot. I glare at him, making it clear that he couldn't entice me with whatever he was doing. Receiving my glare, his eyes moved away from my own, however they lingered still on my body. Whatever patience I had before was wearing away. He makes no move to leave, in fact he begins to walk toward me. The hem of his grey top slid around his thighs every time he shifted one leg in front of the other. I hadn't noticed it before but a thin red line followed just above the hem of the grey apparel. Looking up at his face now, his eyes are once again fixed on mine. Shit. I hope he didn't see me looking, and more importantly I hope he doesn't think I want to play with him. He smiles, and pulls the hem up a little at the sides so that more flesh is revealed, but still not enough to be able to tell if he's wearing anything beneath the item of clothing. God, what a fucking tease. I tear my eyes away from his skin, cursing inwardly at looking without resistance.

He's standing directly in front of me now, chewing on the inside joint of his thumb. I think it's about time to put this boy in his place. I stub out the cigarette, the ashes having accumulated on it from negligence. I push the arms of the chair to rise but the boy pushes me down. I'm positively growling now but he acts before I can. He sits on my knees, his hands still on my chest. He's incredibly light. I could push him off me in a second. But I don't. He pulls his weight forward making my thighs burn where he had travelled. His hands move from my chest, across to my shoulders and then travel down the length of my arms. Finally his hands rest upon my own. His hands are hot, but I realise almost instantly that the heat is coming from myself. He grabs my hands and pulls them behind him, at the same time pushing himself forward to rest his head on my chest. He sharply presses my hands against his naked ass. When he removes his hands from their place on top of mine, my own stay firmly planted against his peach. Although I cannot see it from my position, from the way my palms mould around the curves I can tell it's a lovely round rear. A small hand rubs against the thick cloth of my robe that separates his digits from my erection. In all honesty, I hadn't expected myself to get hard, but right now I couldn't think of the reasons. I divide my gown with my left hand and before returning it to that sweet mound I lift his grey top forward and stare hungrily at the flesh of his back and ass.

Since when did I become this animal? Not one hour had passed since I banished that maid-girl, I can't remember her name, from this room.

He doesn't even bother to stroke my once my gown is parted, but instead scoops his head low and takes me in his mouth. My head jerks back against the rim of the chair I sit in. When was the last time someone sucked me off? Definitely not Ayaka. Some random woman l slept with? Would that girl have done it too?

Instantly the image of her face appears in my head and for that moment all of the raw passion I was feeling switched off and inside I was panicking. I jerk my head forward and look beneath me hoping to whatever God I don't see her face. Every face I remember makes me sick. I don't need the face! Just the body!

I look down and straight into the eyes of that boy. He sucks one more time while pulling his head of my length and sits upright on my lap. His pink hair is dishevelled where my hands have been. I hadn't even registered moving them. The glitter from his lips had somehow managed to stay un- smudged. God, I want to ruin those tidy lips. I reached forward and grabbed his hard dick squeezing roughly. He moaned loudly in a fantastic pitch, grabbing my shoulders and squeezing his thighs simultaneously. His head was now rested against my own, sweet pants parting from those star-lit lips caressing my ears. With my other hand I grab his head of hair and pulled it back so that I could take his lips into my own. Before our lips even make contact, his tongue is already lapping at my own and I feverishly push is head forward to deepen the kiss. He pushes his hungry cock further into my grip and grinds himself desperately, his hips crushing against my waist.

I release his violated lips and member only to grab his rear with both hands yet again. This time I manipulate his body so that he's kneeling and take his flushing pink cock into my mouth. He cries out and doubles over my shoulders, plunging himself further into my throat. I take him all the way to the hilt and he bites down hard on my shoulder, since when the gown was discarded I don't recall but the coarse pain felt delicious. I suck hard on his tight ball sack that's ready any time to explode. It's all too intense to breathe calmly through my nose so I come up for air. Instantly pulling the boy's face toward mine. One gulp of sweet oxygen and our lips are sealed over each other's. He exquisitely pushes his cock against my own and I return the favour by grinding my meat back. I can hear my pulse beating in my ears like the sound of a fist knocking on a door.

I grab the boy's shoulders at the sides and push him back and look sternly at him. He's inches away from my face, panting again. I look up to the door in front of me and the knocking commences once more.

I stand up and he slides of my lap and bounces towards the large oak door. I think he's about to answer it but instead he leans against the wall to the left of it. I stand there for a moment with what I'm sure is a dumbfounded look on my face. He then holds his hand out and gestures to the door. I regain my composure and grab the bathrobe which lay forgotten on the seat of the chair. Once dressed I opened the door angrily (whether it was because of the noise or the interruption I couldn't care less).

A man close to my age stood before me with his head bowed.

"My apologies for the disturbance Yuki-sama." He lifted his head and forced an awkward smile at me. "It's just that a member of staff has gone missing- I mean an important member of staff. If you've seen or heard anyone suspicious we'd be grateful for the help..."

I kept my glare on him and I could almost see the beads of sweat on his forehead. In my line of vision I could see the boy in the corner of my eye holding the hem of his jumper in his mouth so that his belly was revealed.

"...You've got a lot of guts interrupting my stay here." The man's smile faltered a little but fixed back into place like he was obviously trained to do.

"I'm terribly sorry, but it was Seguchi-sama's orders to enquire the customers on this level..." I closed my eyes and sighed. Trust Tohma to test my patience. I open my eyes and the youth is pressing the head of his dick with his forefinger, rubbing in small circles.

"Describe this 'important member of staff.'" The man's face relaxed into a more natural smile.

"Well he's got pink hair," 'Well,' I think 'you don't need any more information than that,' "about 5'5", wearing a bit of make up and little else." He pauses waiting for an answer. I'm still looking blankly at the guy inwardly debating whether or not I should turn the boy in. On one hand it would mean getting out of Tohma's cage and retiring home to my familiar surroundings. But on the other hand I could have some more fun with this kid. It's been quite a while since I've felt so ...horny, and I had definitely enjoyed his company – my rock hard dick could tell you that. I focus on the guy's face again and I can see the small wrinkle between his eyebrows and its enough reason to annoy me.

I'm about to send the guy away when the tart himself appears right in front of me, opening the door wide with a cigarette between his sugary lips. The glitter has been smeared across one of his cheeks. The underling of Tohma at the door looks a bit bewildered as the pink one places his hands either side of the doorframe, pushing his ass backwards into my still throbbing cock.

"I'm a bit busy right now Colin," says my pink. He releases one hand to light his cancer stick. What a filthy habit. I feel the creases round my mouth as a smile the first smile in a long, long while. 'Colin' now frowns and hunches his shoulders. He's about to say something but breathes in smoke from the smaller boy's cigarette and chokes on his words. With one hand holding the stick, he releases his other hand and reaches above to my face. He looks up at me and smiles a cheeky smile. "Ne? Yu~ki..." My hips involuntarily jerk forward when my own name departs from those delicious lips. Somewhere in the distance I hear a rumbling sound similar to thunder but it could be the passion coiling in my loins. He turns completely around and holds his position; our bodies completely sealed together, his dick pressing into my thigh and my own digging into his stomach. Despite the raw feeling flowing through my body, I held his cheek like he held my own and let my lips descend onto his. My eyes were open and I saw his widen slightly at the impossibly gentle kiss I gave him. When I withdrew, his cheeks were tinted pink and he was suppressing a grin with the hand he held his cigarette with. He looked down only to look back up at me coyly. "Well, Yuki," he said, still holding back the Cheshire cat grin, "It's been incredibly fun..." The thundering grew louder and Colin moved back into the corridor that stretched outside the luxury bedchambers. "...but I'm afraid we're gonna have to pause this game." I try not to let the confusion and/or disappointment show on my face as he leans close to my ear and licks it. Never before had anyone been so bold as to do that and I found myself clutching my ear from the feeling I got.

A group of about five or six people appeared all of a sudden in front of me and latched onto the boy. The tingling sensation had swept across my face and I felt myself blushing.

"Shuichi-kun, where have you been?!" exclaims one of the monkeys. Shuichi blows me a kiss and lets them drag him away, and in his hand is a green lighter.

I'm left standing in the doorway, still holding my ear, still blushing and still possessing a hard on.

Slowly I step back inside my room and close the door. I'm recovering my senses bit by bit. I touch my lips with my fingertips. Why did I just do all that? With a child? A boy? How could I? I look at my fingertips and there's glitter on them. I walk towards the bathroom, there should be a mirror there, but I stop halfway and look at the giant bed.

The lighter's gone. I can't help but smile again. I start getting dressed. So much for my last memory of Ayaka.

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"Why do you have this Shu-chan?" The stranger wraps his arms around the boy, taking his small hand into his own. "You don't smoke, do you?" He says licking Shuichi's ear, pushing him down so that he sat on his lap. "It's a terrible habit" He whispers, taking the rose-patterned lighter out of the youth's hand and placing it on the sideboard next to the bed. Shuichi lies down on the bed, twisted so that his face was looking up but his stomach was pressed on the bed.

"Yeah," he sighs, closing his eyelids slightly, his hands touching his slim thighs. His hair slides gently across his face and from underneath he stares at the lighter next to him. "but you can really get addicted to it."

++To Be Continued++

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Question is should I continue it? Would you prefer I updated my other story? Am I wasting my time? Did you enjoy it? Please review. Thanking you very kindly xD.

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