Spoilers: None. AU
Disclaimer: Viewfinder belongs to Yamane Ayano.
Notes: I know that I had said in one of my earlier posts on Beauty and the Beast that I was going to write this story after I finish that one, but I just couldn't resist! So enjoy!
Chapter: 1
Prologue
The sky was dark, a royal blue that would have covered the earth in total darkness if not for the scatter of stars and the silver moon. It was a full moon that night, a softly glowing pearl high in the fog of wispy clouds. It hung like a constant presence in Tokyo's backdrop – silent, vigilant, and inescapable. The moon shone perfectly visible, even from the bustling lights of the city.
Deep within a seedy area, sinuously tucked into a small corner of the metropolitan city, a heavy-set man and a young boy weaved their way towards the entrance of a love hotel. The middle-aged man's face was long and drawn, his chin heavily dusted by grey whiskers, stomach slightly bulging over his belt: the look of an average salary man from a nondescript company, one who strayed little from his desk.
Sometimes, when the workload got too much, when he needed to blow off some steam, escape the ever-screeching bat that was his wife, or reward himself on payday, he would put on a suit, load his wallet, and then drive down cruising the streets until he reached a particular area nestled among the hubbub that had always catered to all his desires. It was the little niche of anonymity and willing bodies that drew him to the place.
He had decided to indulge that day after his boss had given him a raise and someone had fucking acknowledged his existence for once in that office. Plus, it was a Friday. He could sleep in the next day. After two weeks of working overtime because of a merger in process, he deserved a few hours of bliss. It would be a night of exhaustion that he wouldn't mind he chuckled to himself, sipping on the remnants of his day-old coffee.
His eyes scanned around the streets at the hookers in too-tight-dresses milling about, calling out to potential customers in the passing cars, showcasing their goods. He had been a frequent visitor of the fairly new market since it first began a few years earlier, and had seen the numbers steadily rise as the months passed. The red light district was picking up speed, and the place was overflowing with those wanting to trade sex for a little bit of hard cash.
The man had always preferred virgin girls, but it was rather hard to find one to his taste in such a place, especially since all the good ones usually sell themselves at a much taller price and in higher establishments. This shabby little vendor hosted second-rated ones at best – drug junkies, disease-infested whores, broken merchandise – but unfortunately that was all that he could afford. No little darlings waiting on him tonight. But maybe if he was lucky he could spot a high-school girl roaming somewhere.
It was while looking out of the window, waiting for a red light to turn green, that he had happened to catch a glimpse of a pretty girl strolling down the sidewalk.
She was dressed rather strangely for someone trying to lure in customers. She was wearing a baggy hoodie with the hood pulled over and ratty jeans, bag slung over one shoulder. If not for his keen observation of her slender frame, he would have easily missed her to the blending of buildings behind her. Even from several feet away, the man could see the pale milky glow of her skin. It looked so damn soft.
Just the way he liked it.
He slid the window down and stuck a fat bill out, waving it around like fish bait until it caught the girl's attention, and soon she was heading his way.
Bingo.
He definitely caught a good one tonight.
The girl smoothly slipped the money from his hand and shoved it into her pocket, all the while the man peered upward to stare into large, honey colored eyes. They were gorgeous. He licked his lips. "How much?"
"How much do you have?"
"I just got a raise," the middle-aged man answered, slightly smug. "I can afford to be generous tonight, sweetheart."
"Good. All the cash in your wallet then," she replied.
Oh boy, that devilish little voice was going to be worth it. He didn't even care if he was going to end up broke. The little minx was going to be so good. He was already anticipating it, his cock hardening in his pants just from hearing her talk.
The man motioned for the girl to get in the passenger side. She slumped into the seat and then closed the car door. The light turned green and the man sped off. He looked over to see the girl pulling her hood down, exposing blonde hair. It was a pixie cut, cropped short exactly like a boy's. It created a sort of androgyny that made him unable to look away, glancing back at the road in front of him every so often to avoid crashing. Once more, the man was astounded by the beautiful creature he had bought for the night. While marveling at her from the strands of hair on her head to the tip of her toes, he noticed the slight Adam's apple that jutted out from the thin neck and confusion settled into his mind.
What the…?
"A high school student?" he questioned, rubbing his tired eyes to check whether he was seeing things. Nope, it was still there.
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
"No, no, not at all," the man reassured her. But what he had thought to be a sultry voice earlier sounded a bit lower than he had expected. That was when he glanced down to where she had dumped her school bag. His eyes widened. No-fucking-way.
"You're…You're a boy!" he sputtered, almost swerving out of the lane. A car honked and loud swearing followed.
The girl-turned-boy glanced down at the wallet that had fallen out of his bag. It was opened to reveal the dark colored gakuran he wore in his I.D. photo. He quietly picked it up and stuffed it back inside before zipping the bag up.
"And you didn't even have to take my clothes off," came the smirk.
The man once more looked at the boy sitting across from him, debating what to do. He wasn't really into boys. At the suggestion of one of his buddies, he had done a couple of them in the past to try it out, but had found that they did not satisfy him as much as sleeping with girls did. Nevertheless, something told him that the one with him tonight just might be a break in his stride. The yellow haze of the streetlamps that fell across the boy's features illuminated the angular lines of his face, small, petite. The curve of his cheekbones and lips really stood out to him, and he couldn't wait to taste them. The man could see why he had mistaken him for a girl. Fuck it. The boy was even prettier than a girl.
The boy leaned closer to the man, weaving his arm around the man's shoulder, staring at the warring expression evident on the man's face. His lips brushed the rim of the man's ear – close, but not close enough to touch – and his hot breath fanned over the corded hair that curled there.
"I can make you feel better than any other girl you've been with," he whispered.
The man gulped. Something in the kid's voice made his dick stir again.
"So, like I said, you got a problem with it?"
The man thought about it. He really did. And found that there was only one answer he could give.
"No."
Then after a while, with several scenarios running through his head, each one hotter than the next, he bit out, "Is this your first time?" His voice was strained and the front of his pants was too tight now. God, he really hoped that it was.
The boy snickered. "You wish."