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Part One
He was walking back to his apartment after a strenuous game of one on one with Koshino Hiroaki when he first saw him. The perfect example of male, masculine beauty. The guy was a bit shorter than him, sure, but then most of the guys in Kanagawa were. This one stood quite above the average height of a Japanese teenager himself, had a perfectly sculpted athlete's body with his broad shoulders and toned chest tapering down to a slim waist and short, cropped hair which had been gelled into rather haphazard spikes. His face was beautiful too. Not in a feminine way, that was for sure. But the even, sculpted features were stunning, the mouth curved up into a small, knowing little smile, more of a smirk really, was inviting. The sheer perfection of the boy's face was marred only by a small scar running along his chin, and even that only served to give him a rather appealing air of danger, a devil may care look about him.
Koshino noticed his mind wandering from his aimless chatter and followed his gaze, his eyes falling on the boy which had so captured Sendo Akira's attention, and his companions. He smiled when he made out a brown haired figure in the midst of the little group. " Oi! Kenji!"
" You know them?" Sendo hissed in inquiry as he allowed himself to be dragged along with the smaller boy towards the cluster of young men gathered under the lamp post.
" I know Kenji."
" You don't know-"
" The one that you were so blatantly checking out?" Koshino finished for him with a wry grin, " No. I don't. That one's a new face. But let me warn you, Sendo, It's not a very good idea to get involved with these guys..."
" Why not?"
But his question was left unanswered. A small boy who Sendo assumed to be Kenji had made his way to them and had thrown his arms around Koshino without any preamble. "Koshi-kun..." He purred, running his hands up and down Koshino's back in slow, soothing circles.
" Hey, Kenji..." Koshino gently extracted himself from the boy's hold and held him out at an arm's length. " How's business these days?"
The boy pouted. " I haven't seen you in a month and that's the first thing that you ask me? That's not very nice..."
" I'm sorry." Koshino amended, stepping back a little and surveying his companions. "Hmm...I see Jin, and Kaede and Hana-kun...But where is Min-kun?"
" Min-kun had to take a little break..." A redhead, Hana-kun, as Koshino referred to him, answered for Fujima. " Got a little more than he could handle last night..."
" Oh." Koshino's face darked visibly at this. " Is he okay?"
" He will be. After a while. He always is..." Hanamichi let out a dramatic sigh, " Life has to go on...blah, blah, blah and all that crap that people say..."
Fujima shot him a dark look before turning his attention back to Koshino. " Enough of this gloomy stuff...What can I do for you, Koshi-kun?" He asked softly, busying himself with smoothing down the front of Koshino's rather sweaty shirt. " I've missed you..."
Koshino gently took him by the wrist and coaxed his hands off his shirt. " You know I don't go for this sort of thing, Kenji. I'm sorry, but it's not right."
For just a second, a blush heated the boy's pale face as he stepped away. Then he regained his composure, and pasted a pretty little smile on his face once more, not wanting them to see how hurt he had been at this rejection. " Well, I guess I know when to take the hint..." He let out a little laugh, as he nodded towards the general direction of Sendo. " How about your friend? Is he up for it or is he as morally uptight as you?"
Sendo stood there quietly, not saying anything since he really didn't understand a bit of their conversation.
Koshino snorted. " Him? Morally uptight? Hah. That's a laugh..."
" Hey!" Sendo protested, knowing that he really shouldn't let this insult just pass by without protest, though he didn't really care about Koshino making light of his morality.
" How much are you going for these days anyway, Kenji?" Koshino inquired. The question puzzled Sendo but he said nothing about it.
" A lot more than you could ever get for your puny little body, Koshi-kun..." Kenji retorted, batting his long, dark lashes prettily.
Then it hit him. What these beautiful, exquisitely dressed young men were doing hanging out in the streets this late at night...Prostitutes! His mind screamed at him as his eyes widened and darted around the beautiful faces. The tall redhead that leaned on a nearby wall with an exquisite, dark haired boy standing by him. The dark haired boy looked up, his stunning, cold blue eyes meeting with Sendo's own. Then there was the doe eyed boy smiling softly as a middle aged man conversed with him and eventually led him off towards a nearby car. And of course, the young man that had caught his attention in the first place, quietly standing off by himself, smoking a cigarrette. His attention was brought back to present when he felt a little tugging on his sleeve.
" So how about it?" Kenji looked up at him expectantly.
" How about what?" Sendo returned the question dumbly.
" You up for some fun with me?"
" I think he's sort of more interested in that guy over there..." Koshino jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the scarred face boy.
" Oh. Micchy." Kenji nodded approvingly. " He is really popular. He usually only works in the brothel and in the other side of town but we needed someone to take Kimi's place while he's still not feeling well. Hey, Micchy!" This last was directed to the young man.
" Don't call me that..." ' Micchy ' growled, throwing the cigarette butt down to the ground and crushing it with his heel before making his way to Kenji and the two other young men.
" Micchy, this is Koshino-kun. And this guy...Well, I don't know this guy's name but he's handsome, huh?"
" Akira. Akira-"
' Micchy ' held up his hands to stop him. " We don't really go for last names here. Akira is fine."
" Well, it's nice to meet you...Micchy..."
The young man scowled as a burst of laughter erupted from the redhead. " It's not Micchy. Only these idiots call me that. It's Hisashi for you..."
" Nice to meet you then, Hisashi."
There were a few moments of expectant silence. Then Hisashi went on with a tired sigh. " Okay. So you're obviously new to this, huh? Well, tell me what kind of service you'd like from me..."
" Service?" Sendo repeated uncomprehendingly.
Hisashi nodded, trying not to make his impatience obvious. After all, this guy was a potential customer. " Yeah. Handjob, oral, penetration, bondage...What would you like?"
Sendo gaped at him, openmouthed. He liked to think of himself as a liberal person. But the way that Hisashi discussed these things in such a businesslike manner, and he supposed that it really sort of was just business for the guy, sort of shocked him.
" What would you like?" Hisashi repeated after a while.
" I...I don't want anything..." Sendo muttered, taking a few steps back.
" You sure?"
Sendo nodded.
Hisashi shrugged. " Maybe some other time then..." He told him, before walking away back to the spot that he had occupied before.
Afterwards, after he and Koshino had bidden Kenji good bye and gone on their way back home, Sendo looked back and noticed a car stopping beside Hisashi. The door opened and the young man held a brief conversation with whoever was inside before eventually hopping in himself.
Even when he got into bed a few minutes later, Sendo still found himself thinking about the scarred face boy and praying that he would be all right.
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