"What do you think Kabaji?" Atobe asked fixing his tuxedo, one of the maids combing his messy, morning hair. Kabaji stood leaning on the doorway of a giant bedroom that could belong to no one else but Atobe.
"Master looks great, as he always does."
Atobe rolled his eyes "Of course. Ore-sama looks like a king. But that wasn't what Ore-sama was... That boy from yesterday... Was absolutely sure to reject Ore-sama, that never happened before."
"Master seems infatuated with Echizen Ryoma."
Atobe blinked, was it obvious? He has never met someone delicately beautiful as that Ryoma was. Not to mention that attitude, it made Atobe curious and competitive. He had to compete for boy's attention, and Atobe NEVER had to compete for anyone's attention. Ever. He was the king, people would beg for him to look at them.
"Infatuated? Just... I wonder how long will it take for them to say 'yes' to Ore-sama's proposal." he knew they were poor. They could never decline an offer like that. He could never miss a chance to prove how he can have everything his way. How money indeed can buy everything. Since Kabaji didn't answer and maid had finished her job Atobe proceeded with his thoughts.
"Ore-sama always gets what Ore-sama wants. And Ore-sama wants indeed...Maybe you're right Kabaji. Ore-sama's infatuated with that Echizen."
Cold wind was blowing trough half-opened window that was making creaking sounds. Two lovers tossed around on a bed, not being able to sleep. Kirihara finally sighed, pushing fingers into his hair. It was still early, too early, and he hadn't gotten an hour of sleep. Sun was slowly rising on the horizon.
"Can't sleep?" he heard hoarse voice of his younger mate.
"No." Kirihara answered slowly. Was Ryoma thinking about the same thing? Was he also breaking his head, while Atobe's words crept down his spine? It wasn't just anything, it was one million dollars and damn, that man sounded serious.
"Ryoma..." Kirihara called.
Instead of an answer he felt soft hand being placed on his bare shoulder. "Are you thinking about it?" Ryoma asked.
"About his words?"
Kirihara felt a pang in his heat, it was that after all.
"We don't have to talk about that." he said flatly but he felt bed shift and Ryoma was leaning on his arm, his cat-like eyes gleaming in the dark, observing him.
"I think you want me to do it, Kirihara." Ryoma exclaimed.
Suddenly emerald-eyed devil pushed Ryoma off himself.
"Are you insane? I would never...sell you. Why are we even talking about this?"
Ryoma rolled his eyes in the dark, remaining cool even in a situation like this one.
"I just thought you liked the idea of us having one million dollars, that's all."
Kirihara wondered why was Ryoma this calm?
He licked his dry lips barely managing to utter a sound "Do you want to do it?" he asked his lover.
"No." Ryoma's answer calmed him, for a moment he was afraid that, and it wouldn't be any miracle, Ryoma was attracted to Atobe. They were alike, in some way.
"But I would do it for you."
Kirihara pressed his lips tightly, listening.
"Think about it, what could that money do for us. We could get our dream house, we could pay off our debts. We could go to America and visit Yukimura and others."
"Let's not talk about this. I don't want to talk about this. You will make me go insane." Kirihara warned feeling that stupid worms of rage crawling upwards his spine.
"It would mean nothing." Ryoma touched other boy's cheek comfortingly.
"That's it." Kirihara snapped, grabbing smaller boy's arms and pinning them down. He pushed Ryoma down and crawled on top of him.
"You think I'd let you sleep around for money? What do you think of me?" he hissed.
"It wouldn't be like that. It's fine. I was only thinking of doing it for you, not for myself." Ryoma replied coldly.
"I didn't ask you to that kind of thing for me, nor I would ever."
"I-." but Kirihara shushed ochibi down, kissing his lips. Ryoma whimpered because his lover's lips were rougher than he expected. Was Kirihara that pissed off? He felt that familiar taste of blood, already knowing that Kirihara bit him yet again, forcing him to open his mouth.
Slowly, after winning their tongue battle for dominance devil moved his lips towards Ryoma's ear, kissing boy's jaw gently.
"You think I'd let anyone else do this to you?" he whispered, his hands throwing away blanket that was between their bodies.
...
"Good thing I got fired, because I can't move." Ryoma sighed lying limp on the bed. Kirihara smiled teasingly throwing pillow on his lover's face.
" You really are a little slut, no wonder you can't move."
He heard a small,lank laugh coming from under pillow.
"It's Thursday. We have three days until our house is sold away." Kirihara bit his lower lip. They were running from a reality long enough.
"I know. I also know you will get angry again but think about it..." Ryoma was talking slowly, carefully.
"It might be the only way."
Kirihara wanted to hit his lover but he was too tired, their 'games' were always exhausting.
"Ryoma, I could never allow you to be sacrificed for something we both want."
"But it wouldn't mean anything. It's just my body, not my mind. My heart. We could just forget it after, you know. And with one million dollars we could be happy, we could do everything we wanted."
Kirihara sighed " I still don't want you to do it. I know you feel obliged because we are in tough situation and with that we can get trough it, but I don't want to whore you for money."
"Why? You wouldn't want me anymore?" Ryoma asked. Kirihara looked over at his lover who was lying bare on their bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm just worried, how can we just forget something like that?"
"You had a lover before me, right? We can just pretend it's like that."
Kirihara looked down, it's true, he did have a short affair with Yanagi, but it was just a meaningless infatuation with his senpai compared to what he felt towards Ryoma. However he knew he was Ryoma's first and he was always so glad he gets to be his one and only.
"I'm not sure." Kirihara answered, slowly thinking about one million dollars. What Ryoma was saying wasn't that ridiculous, they could pretend...but would it be any less real if they pretend?
"Are you even...alright with it? I mean..it's you who he wants."
Ryoma blinked, he never wanted to upsed Kirihara.
"It wouldn't mean anything. Besides I can bet he's not sadistic as you are. Anyone who endured one night with you can go trough hell and come back alive."
"But..are you even attracted to him?" Kirihara pined. He didn't know what answer he wanted to hear.
"You mean like is he handsome? Yes, he is very handsome and attractive. Probably has numerous girls and guys running after him."
"Echizen...I can't believe we really...we could really do that. "
"Me neither."
"Shall I call him?"
"You have Atobe's number?" Ryoma asked surprised. Kirihara laughed "What? Of course not. Our lawyer. If we're really gonna do that, let's get out the best we can. I will call Niou."
"So you want me to trick him?"
"No."
"You don't want me to trick him?"
Kirihara glared with soundless 'no' forming in his mouth.
Niou raised an eyebrow observing two guys who were sitting across him in his large office. The only reason someone like him, famous for his tricks that made even the biggest losers turn into winners on court, was helping penniless due was because Kirihara was his former teammate in middle and high school.
"Let's just get on with this, Niou sempai." Ryoma dully noted.
"So...basically Atobe will give you one million dollars...if that little thing fucks his brains out?" Niou smirked, enjoying in his choice of words.
Kirihara narrowed his eyebrows, he didn't like how it sounded when Niou put it like that.
"Basically, yes." Ryoma replied before Kirihara could bark something rude.
"Hmm...and you want me to put a contract for you? You realized I'm gonna ask for a 15% of your income?" Niou remarked.
"What? That's not fair, no one asks that much. We will give you five." Kirihara hissed, starring at eyes full of mischief. Not only did not Niou feel any compassion but he seemed interested in the whole thing, like something to amuse him. Niou was a bastard and that's probably why him and Kirihara stayed in some kind of friendship.
"You could at least ask two millions for him. He looks better than I remember, don't you chibi?" Niou winked.
"Lay off, I remember that you're a manwhore Niou and I'm not letting you put a finger on him."
"Hey...not fair." Niou pouted "You're letting Atobe have fun." he added smirking, revealing his pearly whites. "You-.". "Calm down, Kirihara. He was joking. If you don't mind, will you arrange the contract and everything?" Ryoma asked.
"Yes. Ten percent, alright. I'm only doing this because you're my friend Kirihara."
"We said five percent!" Kirihara yelled as Ryoma pushed him out of the office.
Niou Masaharu twirled pen between his fingers, musing about what just happened. Frankly, something like this wasn't happening every day and he couldn't believe that there are people like Atobe on this world. Who in the sane mind would give one million dollars for a one night with random boy you just met?
Well, not like he cared anyway. His friend will be fine, he will make sure everything goes smoothly and he will earn more money, and that's what really matters.
Niou is their lawyer haaa :3
I had to put him in the story, because I adore Niouuuu ^.^
Atobe has a crush how cute, and jelly Kirihara-kun.
Who do you want Ryoma to end up with? I mean...I'm still keeping both options open. :)