Tatshua Usegi could say he was an average teenager, but then he would be lying tremendously. His brother was a cranky romance novelist, who was involved with an incredibly feminine, male vocalist. His sister was married to a ceo, who was in love with his brother. And he had a crush on Japan▓s number one vocalist, Ryuichi Sakuma. No, Tatsuha was not ▒average▓, or ▒normal▓, or anything along those lines. Which is why he was currently standing next to a certain pink haired vocalist in a crowded club in what some like to call the ▒Red Light District.▓
⌠Hey Shuichi, tell me why I▓m here again?■ ⌠A friend asked me to bring you that▓s why.■ ⌠So your saying your ▒friend▓ wanted me to come here today. ⌠ Listen Tatsuha don▓t ask me why, alright? Everyone knows you▓re a man-whore. So one of my friends asked for you to do him. Big deal, just do it and get it over with. Its not like your straight or anything.■ ⌠Someone▓s in a bad mood today. What▓s up with you?■
⌠Well I finally get to go to a club with Yuki and I get stuck trying to hook someone up. By now Yuki and I could have┘■ Just then Shuichi▓s cell phone rang. The small man pulled out the phone, from lord knows where, and answered it. While his senior was busy talking, Tatsuha took the opportunity to observe his surroundings.
The club was alive with sweat soaked patrons, flashing lights, and ear pounding music. Behind him was a bar. There was a hall on the opposite side of the dance floor lined with numerous rooms where aroused dancers went to engage in more private activities. While Shuichi was preoccupied he decided to take in what the singer was wearing. The vocalist was wearing a cropped mesh top, short shorts, thigh high boots, elbow length gloves with the fingers exposed, and a dog collar with Eiri▓s name on it. Overall the older man was arousing to both men and women.
Lost in thought, Tatsuha didn▓t hear Shuichi calling his name. After five minutes, and a kick in the shin, Shuichi handed the teenager a key card, and gave him directions to the room he was to go to. Tatsuha gave the pink haired boy a final look before making his way across the crowded dance floor. He found himself standing in a dark hallway, in front of a door that was identical to all the rest around him aside from the 111 gold number plate on the front. He sighed, hesitantly turned the handle.
He couldn▓t see anything aside from the silhouette on what he made out to be a bed. The dim lighted hallway combined with the pitch black, windowless room, made it impossible to see. The person, whoever it was, did not speak, or move, and that made Tatsuha incredibly nervous. He didn▓t want to close thee door, really, but he did, gradually moving toward the mystery man.
As he neared the bed he felt a strong hand grip his arm and yank him forward, causing him to fall on a warm, and bare chest. He could hear the heartbeat of the person under him. The rapid pace, made him suspicious of too much to drink. He was flipped over and he felt as the unidentified person pushed his shirt up. The fingers that stroked his nipples were hesitant at first, but soon their actions became bolder, and eventually Tatsuha▓s nipples were evolved in moist heat.