Welcome to the first chapter of Koisuru Dorei! A few notes. I didn't have the heart to call Morinaga anything other than Morinaga because that's who he is in the books, but his real first name is Testuhiro. So when you hear people talking about the Morinaga family, please don't be confused :p And i couldn't really call Souichi "senpai" because, well, he's not Mori's superior in this story...but i may find a way to fit it in near the end. Well, that's about it, please enjoy and make many comments and critiques ^3^

"Alright son, start browsing." Tetsuhiro Morinaga looked around apprehensively at his birthday present.

"Dad…Are you sure about this?" His father gave a derisive laugh.

"Of course, it's tradition. You're eighteen now. It's time to be a man. I got my first when I was your age." Morinaga returned his attention to the medium-sized dog cages in front of him. The occupants, however, did not match the confinements' purpose. Terrified eyes stared up at him through the bars. Morinaga turned as the shifty-looking slave trader spoke up.

"Each one is barely eighteen themselves. All kept clean and none have been handled before. You would be her first master." Morinaga knelt beside a cowering blonde in one of the bottom crates, receiving a pitiful whimper from its contents. Standing again, he walked down the isle of similarly terrified slave girls, halting suddenly as an oddity caught his eye.

"Hey, why is that cage in a corner all by itself?" An uneasy look crossed the salesman's face.

"Oh. Him. He-"

"Him? Why is he in here with the women?"

"Well…if we keep him with the other boys his age, every customer wants him; he's quite a beautiful specimen."

"So how exactly is that bad?" Morinaga's father asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He's rather…unstable. We haven't been able to break him, he fights everything; especially haircuts, for some reason. That's why it's so long. and we have no idea what makes it that strange color…Hey! Be careful! He's highly sedated, but even so he may try something." Morinaga had approached the lone cage, kneeling once again to get a closer look. Slumped in a semi-sitting position against the bars, the boy's eyes were half closed and glassy, the concentrated look on his face suggesting that he was trying his hardest to stay awake. Morinaga stared, wide-eyed, at his features, his heartbeat quickening. Silver, glossy hair cascaded over pale skin, some falling over his shoulder and across his chest. An angular chin added to his masculinity, but the rest of his body did not seem to match. His was the slimmest waistline Morinaga had ever seen on a man, but the slender limbs looked to be nothing but lean muscle. 'He looks like he could definitely put up a strong fight.' Morinaga's hand reached towards the cage's lock of its own accord; the master key he had been given snapping the door open with a small click. The slave trader opened his mouth to say something but Morinaga was in the crate before a syllable could pass his lips. Inching towards that beautiful body, Morinaga reached out an arm, running his fingers through unbelievably soft, silver strands. A hand suddenly gripped his wrist, though there was little force in the hold. Glancing at his face, Morinaga was surprised by the expression. Although his eyes were struggling to focus on Morinaga's, the silver-haired boy was glaring with undisguised fury. 'Wow…I'm sure that if he could, he'd be breaking my arm right now. Those drugs were a good idea…'Slowly, he attempted speech, the words slurred and gargled by the sedatives.

"Get…Get the…f…uck…off of me…pervert." At these mumbled words, Morinaga backed away; crawling out of the cage to stand before his father.

"Come on, son. Stop playing with the homo-toys. Let's find you a nice girl and-"

"I want him." Silence lapsed for what felt like hours as his father stared at him in shock.

"…What?!"

"You told me to pick the one that I thought was the most beautiful. That's him." The salesman muttered in the background.

"Wow, to think he could turn straight men…" Morinaga laughed lightly, turning towards the shifty man.

"No, I've known I was gay for a while but didn't think father needed to know. But if he's going to drag me to places like this, I guess it's about time he found out." His father began stammering something about the family name and embarrassment and Morinaga quickly cut him off.

"This is my birthday and my choice, but even if you go back on your promise to pay, I'm still getting him." With a resigned sigh, his father turned to the third man.

"Fine. We'll take him. How much?"

"Well, I wouldn't normally sell under these conditions, but the Morinaga family should be able to handle it. For such a fine body, I'll have to charge at least a hundred thousand.

"Are you shitting me?! You haven't even managed to break him yet. Thirty thousand tops."

"He's been implanted with a tracking chip, that adds tremendously to the gross do-" Morinaga stopped listening as the negotiations rose in complexity and volume. Turning back towards his future property, he suddenly noticed how cold it was in the room. 'Most likely to make the girl's nipples hard…' And it was doing its job on the naked boy in the cage. But what caught Morinaga's attention more than the enticing buds was the way his muscles were convulsing in rapid shivers; goose bumps coating the pale flesh. Opening the unlocked crate door again, Morinaga reached in, pulling the boy gently out of his confinement. A few groans escaped him in his drugged state and the boy jumped groggily as Morinaga leaned him back against the cold metal bars. But, being unable to support himself, he was forced to accept the chilly surface. Slipping out of his woolen coat, Morinaga shifted the silver-haired kid to lean against him instead, draping the warm cloth around his quaking shoulders. Eyes connecting, Morinaga could tell, even through the drug induced haze, that the boy was gauging how much he should trust the kid holding him. But, as Morinaga began rubbing his arm with one hand – creating more heat with the friction – he seemed unable to stop the lids from slipping over his glazed eyes. Staring at his oddly-enticing face, Morinaga let his mind wonder, a sharp voice snapping him from his daydreams.

"Alright, Tetsuhiro. Bring your unnatural toy with you and let's go."