6 am.

2 fuck sessions.

And at least a good 52,000 yen to take home after the company's cut was taken, which was most of it. And taxes.

I mean seriously, I get over 1.2 million yen from these two sessions, and all they give me is 52,000 yen?

Cheapos.

Anyways time to go home.

I stretch my tired, used, and sore naked figure in front of the mirror in my room. I checked, arms, wrists, legs, to see if there was any enough there was one.

"I'll stop by Ino's Cosmetics... get me something that can cover that up."

There was a knock on the door, and I languidly walked to the shower, which was used for sex rather than actually getting clean, and wrapped one of the little white towel and wrapped it low on my waist.

"Hello?" I answered as I answered the door, my boss looking at me, his eyes slightly wandering but otherwise staying on my eyes.

"Are you alone?" Jiraiya asked peeking into Naruto's host room.

Jiraiya was my boss in a way, my section leader of the boy's division.

"Yeah, the piece of shit left about two hours ago." Naruto grimaced remembering the short stocky man with terrible odor.

"Don't talk about your clients like that."

"I hate Gato! He's unshaven, short, fat, indescribably incompetent with such a malodorous odor!"

"...did Shikamaru teach you those words?" He said with a slight chuckle,cracking a grin.

"... So what? And if he did?" Naruto cracked a smile despite his attempt to be angry.

Jiraiya laughed wholeheartedly, wiping a fake tear away from his eyes.

"Why don't we continue this at the bath house? I was able to smell you from outside the room." Jiraiya chuckles as he stands in front of him. Naruto give him a rough punch to the arm before heading for the door.

"Fine."

Over at the bath house, Naruto and Jiraiya decided to hit the shower room first before taking a relaxing dip. The stood up, each at their own shower head but near each other.

"Hows the rest of the business?" Naruto asks, washing his blonde hair with plenty of sweet scented shampoo.

"Slow~. I think you're the only one that got any attention today." Jiraiya explained, doing the same with his long white hair.

"Is that a typical thing? I never really care for the competition."

"Eh, it happens every now and again. Enough to keep the lease on the place and keep up my rent."

"Good to know the boss is making a living just by sitting on his ass all day." Naruto hissed.

"At least my ass is still intact." He hardheartedly laughed

"You asshole." Naruto throws his bar of soap at him, aiming for his head, and it hits him before the entire bar gets stuck in his hair.

"Hey hey hey, I don't have you with a ball and chain, you can quit any time." He says as he looks through his hair for the soap. Naruto goes silent in thought.

"Since you have my soap, wash my back for me. I need to make sure I have zero stench on me."

"Are you going to stop being a prissy queen about your body odor and hit the baths afterwards?"

"Just shut up and do it. I need the hot soak as much as you do." A happy grin forms on Jiraiya's face.

"Perv." I mumbled, feeling Jiraiya's hand move over his back.

"All part of the business." Jiraiya chuckled.

Naruto left out the back door of the club ruffling his hair, donning a tight v-neck black tee with a denim jacket and matching dark stained jeans that hugged him in all the right places with black Converses. His gem necklace hanging between two perfect pectorals as he walked to where his black Suzuki Motorcycle was parked.

Sitting on his own motorcycle was Gaara, another host for the club.

But Gaara specialized in the more kinkier needs of the...creepier bidders. Gaara worked under the Dom/BDSM department with some other creep named Sai and some other dude name Haku.

Gaara was more of that guy you go to when the bidder wants to be slapped around, whipped,tortured with teases that'll want to make you cum when you can't (because Gaara has put a dick ring on them) while being called a dirty slut. Basically sexual torture.

Naruto was more like that feistier younger boyfriend you always wanted. One that'll mewl and beg for your cock on command and at the same time call you a shithead if you get him pissed.

"Naruto...hi." Gaara responded, flicking out a cigarette from its package and put it to his lips.

"Gaara, I already told you this, if you sit on my bike that way its gonna fucking tip over!" Naruto yelled in exasperation, seeing Gaara sitting with his feet perched up in the seat looking like a fucking owl.

Naruto didn't need any more bills than he already had just because Gaara felt he could sit like an owl everywhere!

"Shut the hell up BoyToy, I need a ride." Gaara mumbled, calling him by his Department section's title.

"Well ya not gonna get one if you don't get off my bike." Naruto grumbled.

"Fine, fine...So touchy." Gaara grumbled under his breath.

Gaara lit the smoke with his lighter, before taking a deep drag.

"Where'd ya need to go?" Naruto asked reaching his bike, slipping on his helmet and sarting up the engine, revving it up a bit.

"Just to Kankuro's. Bitch Ass Puppet Playing Motherfucker." Gaara said sarcastically, fishing up the last bit of his cigarette and stomp it out with his boot.

"Heh, that's no way to talk about your brother...even if it's true." Naruto chuckled as he slid his visor down and let Gaara sit down before zooming down the street.

Naruto got back home to his humble abode somewhere between 9 and 10 o'clock in the morning.

He turned off his bike, threw the blue rain preventive tarp over it and fished for his house key.

He inserted the key into the lock, and gave the knob a quick twist before stepping inside his somewhat decent apartment.

He saw a figure sleeping on his couch, red hair sticking up every which way, peeking from out under the blanket.

Naruto rolled his eyes and murmured an obsenity under his breath.

Naruto closed the door and tossed his keys in the dish by the door where he always sets them and walked up to the slumbering figure.

"Kurama..." There was no reply.

"Kurama, fuck it, Kurama!" Naruto yelled and the young man woke with a start, tangled in blankets he flipped off the couch and landed on the hardwood flooring with a thunk.

"Kurama...how did you get in my apartment?" Naruto asked.

"W-window."

"And why did you come here in the first place?"

"Little bro can't say fucking hi anymore?"

Naruto only glared at him, folding his arms, attitude and irritation showing in his posture.

"Fine... sheesh, I...got evicted."

Naruto's whole demeanor changed.

"How?"

"I... got fired, duh dipshit. I wouldn't have been evicted if I had one." Kurama Kyuubi "Kyuu" Uzumaki peered up at his older brother.

"...I visited Mom and Pop yesterday..."

Naruto eyes widened a bit.

"How are they?"

"Hmmm. huh, they said they were good, wish they saw you more often though. Dad gots a cold."

Kurama mumbled, snuggling back into the covers.

"You got somewhere to stay? I'll go see them soon."

"Kurama snapped his head back looking at his older brother of 4 years.

"You shittin' me right?" Kurama glared. "No, I don't have nowhere to stay. That's why I'm here...and you're out of ramen." Kurama remembered sleepily.

"But I just stocked up...-"

"I got reaally reallllyyyy hungry."

"...Were you high?"

"...Maybe, who gives a fuck anyways...Look I just need your help. Let me stay here for a couple of weeks, let me get my shit together. I'll pay you back fourfold."

"isn't the saying tenfold?" Naruto questioned.

"Yeah, but I'll never have that much so you got fourfold." At this point Kurama had pretty much woken up, sitting up bundled still in blankets.

"...I guess so, Kurama. As long as you don't pull the shit you did last time."

"Promise bro."

"Here," Naruto pulled out a little wad of cash, handing some to Kurama.

"Go shopping for me, air matress, extrasheets, the food that you ate, and maybe try to get a storage so we can get your stuff before they auction them off."

Kurama eyes went wide for a moment, before hugging Naruto, which was a bit surprised at the reaction.

"Kyuu..."

"Thanks so much Naru! Won't let you down!" Kurama ran to the door, then stopped.

He was dressed in tight black skinnies with a BabyMetal slim tee.

"Wait, how am I gonna get this stuff? You don't have a car.

"I don't know Kyuu, maybe a cab is nice."

"Duh!" Kurama shook his head and exited.

Naruto sighed, exhausted from work.

He could remember when he was as carefree as Kyuubi, but he grew up. He had no choice.

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