Sorry for the delay but I can finally relax a bit more now. I got into the college I applied for! Whoo! Puraa~ise Jaaysus! So I should have more time on this fic. I had planned on starting an online comic but I think I'll wait until I've got a bit more time...so maybe around may when I finish my course. The comic is yaoi of course, called 'Anaphylactic Shock'. I'll explain more about it at the beginning of the next chapter, which should be out pretty soon seeing how short this one is compared to this first chapter. Anyway – the fic must go on!

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Play the Game Again

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I've been in this room so many times; the vast view of the city from the floor to ceiling window no longer takes my breath away. Indeed when I first began my contract here I had been taken back numerous times by the intimidating view behind those executive blinds. Now it seems more of a rich painting that someone of my status could never comprehend. Not because it was beautiful or untouchable or anything, but I know that that fantastic view is a complete contradiction to the content of this city. Once you step out of this tall building, it's always around you, every building in the city, in fact, closes the view beyond it. It's like being in a building itself. These days I'm more fascinated with this toy on the large desk towards the end of this office. It's a set of small metal balls suspended on strings on a metal frame. You lift one ball on the end and when you let go, it'll hit the whole set but only the ball on at the opposite end will swing away. I could watch this for ages, but I don't get a chance because the President's just walked in.

"Shindou-kun, if you would like to sit there is appropriate furniture other than my desk," he says, beaming a winner's smile at me. Despite the long, slim off-white couches near the wall opposite the desk, the desk was always pretty comfy. I could sit, with one leg folded beneath me and hand the other over the end, like I was now, and I'd be sure I wouldn't get the same feeling with anything else here. Usually, clients sit on one of those couches while opposite would sit the President and his PA, and together they would negotiate business. However I was not here for business, obviously, so I sat in the large, dark red leather chair directly in front of the desk, opposite the President's huge black one. I threw my weight into the chair as I sat down and grimaced immediately. Seguchi would be wearing nothing but pink, frilly knickers at a church before Aizawa Taki is ever gentle in bed. A goofy smile spreads across my face at the thought. Heh, heh...knickers...

Seguchi takes his place in front of those long buildings, gracefully seating himself opposite me. I'm still smiling like a clown when he loses his composure a little as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a velvet- gloved hand. "Shindou-kun, must you test my tolerance for you're childish actions?" I frowned at this. I don't like being called a kid, and Seguchi knows this. "For years, now I've put up with you're behavior, not because I like you, mind, but because you've got a client list as long as the stairway to heaven. Shindou I don't need you disappearing let alone during rush hour. You know you shall have to be punished for this." This wasn't a question but I knew that Seguchi didn't hate me as much as he made out. "I've got a very important client who needs someone to pose as his son for a small private party." I could see the main problem right before my eyes, mainly because my bangs needed trimming.

"I'm not dying my hair."

"You'll have to dye it." I sank further into my chair so that everything I looked at was sitting on my chest like an island. I whined a little under my breathe, though not actually forming any words, but in a second Seguchi had jumped up from his chair like he'd been hit by lightning, and his face looked like thunder... "Shindou-kun, you are pushing my patience. This is a punishment and you will accept the conditions." Seguchi had never yelled at me all the time I had been here, just because he will never lose his composure. However this is the closest he's got to cracking that professional mask o his. I didn't say anything. Even I I did say anything other than 'OK' I might get myself in deeper shit. Seguchi looked at me, holding the glare. The light from the city was behind him making his figure dark, with a yellow glow framing his body, making him look like a demi-god before the land, living in his small heaven above the mortal world. And in this picture I was a peon, so I looked away accordingly. After a tense silence Seguchi sighed and told me I could dye my hair with a temporary colour, which would work, so I smiled slightly to let him know that I was ok with it. After all the temporary dye wouldn't effect my natural colour that makes me famous.

"So when do I start?" I said, now grinning like a madman. See, his punishment wasn't that bad.

"Tomorrow evening. There's a suit in wardrobe M2. Do you want me to get someone to help you with the dye?" When Seguchi said 'tomorrow', he really meant today. Its 4:20 am and the evening is almost over. I tend to sleep in the day because of work but rumour has it that the demi-god himself never sleeps.

"No that's ok. I've got someone in mind." I roll off the chair and bounce towards the double doors. If Seguchi has something to say he'd better say it now, 'coz as soon as my hand is on that door knob-

"Shindou-kun," he said in a tone that wasn't familiar with him. I 'hmm-ed?' a reply. "What exactly were you doing all night?" I opened the door and swung around before exiting. I winked at his curious look.

"Playing a game."

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I've got my head leaning over the bath tub, covering my eyes with my hands while the rest of the dye is washed out. With my hands cupping my eyebrows to stop the water from going into my eyes, all I can see is the brownish red water collecting at the plughole. Its like this for a while until the water runs clean and I get the 'Ok from above as a towel is dumped on my head. I wipe my face as I rise and suddenly I'm picked up from behind and carried into another room.

"I can walk, you know? It's not like I just had major surgery – and even then I'd have to be treated delicately!"

I'm dumped onto a double bed with beige sheets, the towel from my head flopping next to me.

"I just wanted to be the first one to see you like this with your new hair." I reminded him that it was temporary and that you wouldn't be able to see the colour properly until it was dry. "You know," he climbed on the bed. "I know a way to dry you hair without even touching it." He said this while eyeing up my thighs up to where they met my shorts.

"Fucking won't dry it – I'll sweat a load and it'll only get wetter!"

"Do you enjoy it that much?" he said with a playful smirk.

"You know – I don't need a fuck-buddy. I can get laid whenever I want and you know it." I said smugly.

"Ah, but you know you like it best with me." He grinned confidently; I regret ever telling him that. I pouted and thought for a minute and then I remembered something nice.

"Actually, I may have found I new number one." I said, opening my legs, teasing him. He lay down in front of me, placing his head in the space between my thighs and raised his eyebrows sceptically. "Mmm," I closed my eyes. "It was so hot...so good...I can barely describe it – like the heat was so intense I felt like I was in a volcano but I was the one going to erupt after sleeping for a thousand years..." I let my head hand backwards, my shoulders hunched together.

"Shuu, you've erupted plenty of times in one night," he said, licking my inner thigh while tugging down on my shorts from the waistband. I sighed heavily, probably out of frustration more than anything else.

"But you don't understand!" I let my weight fall back all at once and fell on the satin sheets, causing them to bunch and creases where my weight was focused. "The guy's a complete arrogant bastard," more creased appeared where my fuck-buddy's elbows pushing in either side of my head. So you like arrogant bastards he tried telling me, but I told him it wasn't that. "There's something about this guy that the more he glares the more mighty fine he looks."

"Am I not mighty fine?" he said, sitting up to pull off his sweater, revealing, indeed, a gorgeous body.

"But it's different, Hiro – you're really nice!" He pushed hard against my open groin, forcing his erection to wake up my own.

"So its bad...to be the good guy?" he whispered into my ear, knowing exactly how to turn me on after years fucking since we were in middle school. Sex with Hiro has always been nice. In fact it's been fantastic. He always gives me what I wasn't so I suppose he really is my fuck-buddy rather than the other way round. He knows what I do for a living and rarely demands anything, which is one of the things that realistically separate him from my clients. The most important thing is though that he's my friend. We've always helped each other through thick and thin, which generally means Hiro helping me. At one point I thought I was in love with Hiro, but he explained what I was feeling to me. He really understands me the most, maybe even more than I understand myself.

"So who will you be today, Shindou Shuchi?" Hiro began unbuttoning his jeans while looking straight at me through long red bangs.

"This evening," I stated clearly and shook my hair so it all fell out of my face, "I shall be the honourable," I parted my thighs wider, "respected," wrapped my legs around his hips when he's lowered his trousers, "and VERY well known," pulled his weight back on top of me so our faces were incredibly close and Hiro practically growled as his erection pressed against my hole, "...Sakuma Ryuichi."

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tbc

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Sorry, no Yuki in this chapter. But I'm sure you can tell which other character/s are going to be involved.

So do you like? If you like, please review! If you don't, please give me advice! xD

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