A/N: Enjoy!
Tohma mounted the stairs and entered Shuichi's room carefully, standing by the door as he watched his lover play a game of cards with two other whores in the house.
"Ahem."
The three looked up startled.
Shuichi smile wavered when he saw his pimp walk through the door. "Nakano...Fujisaki...Please leave. I want to speak to Shindou-san alone..."
Hiro set down his cards and tugged at Suguru's arm.
When they left, Tohma crossed over quickly to the bed a sharply smacked Shuichi across the face. The boy reeled back hitting the bed and his cards flying from his hands. "Did you think you were smart?" He asked with sharp cerulean eyes.
It took the young man a moment to regain his sense, struggling to push himself up on to his elbows. He looked at Tohma through hesitant and confused amethyst eyes his left cheek feeling stingingly hot. Shuichi licked his lips and pulled his legs cross legged for that brief moment. He watched his pimp move slowly like a tiger stalking his prey. The blond mounted the bed and hovered over the pink-haired one with quiet ferocity. He then knocked the boy down once more, pinning him to the bed with his hands over his head. Tohma examined the other through scrutinizing eyes while he held Shuichi's wrists in his hand.
"Now do you want to play stupid, Shuichi?"
"Ano…"
"I don't think you want me to hit you again." Tohma sighed. "Do you honestly think I like hitting you…? If you would never lie to me, I would never do it at all."
"But I didn't lie…"
"Nor did you tell the truth of where've you been all night…"
"Tohma."
"I love you…I don't want to hurt you. You have such lovely skin…Now you've made me gone and damage it." He bent down and gently kissed the bruise forming on his cheek then his lips trailed to the side of Shuichi's neck. "Kami-sama, how I love you….just never leave me…" He inserted his knee between Shuichi's thighs with tears pouring down his cheeks.
Shu let Tohma's weight press down on him.
It wasn't as if Tohma abused him often. In fact, Tohma would never raised his hand against Shuichi unless he had a good reason. He must've felt this was a good reason. The man had probably been out of his mind when his young lover had failed to return to his (tohma's) bed. He sighed and snuggled close feeling his wrists released. He felt reassured that no matter if Tohma married that woman Shuichi would always hold a place in the man's heart and bed. He was worried. That's all. He felt the knee rubbed against his groin and a breath hitched in his throat. And I'm SO turned on... He thought with glazed eyes. "Ahhh.." He whimpered through luscious pink lips.
"You're such a sexy little thing….Neko-chan." Tohma murmured, running his fingers through pink locks. "You turn me on you know that?" A laugh. "My eternal temptress. A Siren…."
Shuichi moaned fairly low.
"Arch for me, pussy cat…"
He did so, using his legs as leverage to push himself up, rubbing his hardening clothed member against his pimp's stomach.
"Vixen…now tell me where you've been…I was worried after all."
"I don't…"
"You don't? That's not a good way to start this, Shuichi…He tilted the boy's head back and swept his tongue against the other's lips. "I thought we agreed to be honest…Where were you…what happened to you, maigo no neko-chan. (lost kitten)"
"I got drunk…."
"All right…"
"He was there."
"Who?" He knew perfectly well who, but he wanted to hear it from Shuichi's own lips.
"That asshole…the foreigner." Tears started to form.
"What happened?"
"He raped me."
"Hard?"
"I was too drunk to resist him…it didn't hurt, but…" Shu whimpered and bit Tohma's shoulder. He was unwilling to tell the other man how vaguely good it had felt.
"Hush!" The pimp moved from his place in between his lover's legs. "I told him to stay away from you." He got to his feet. "He doesn't listen very well does he?" Next he straightened his jacket, glancing at Shuichi with a stone face. "No matter…I guess I'll have to teach him a lesson. I'll keep his balls in a jar on my shelf by the time is through. He won't fuck with Tohma Seguchi after that!"
Shuichi watched the man, trembling.
The blond pivoted in place and said, "I'll call Noriko up here…she'll take care of that bruise…All right..."
He timidly nodded.
"Stay inside. You can talk to the others; just don't leave the house until I find him. He's a dead man."
The pimp turned to leave then turned back and bestowed a quick kiss on his lips. "Stay safe."
With that he left promptly.
Noriko Ukai arrived a minute later carrying medical aids and a make up kit. Her purple pig tails bounced as she entered the room in her form fitting outfit. She was a aid of sorts, she worked for Tohma too but not as a hooker. "I didn't expect him to hit you, Shu…" Noriko murmured sitting down on the bed. "He's never done this before."
She then began to sort through the medical stuff, pulling out an ice pack. Then she searched around for a bit until she finally spotted the small freezer and walked to it pulling out an ice tray. Noriko returned calmly and sat on the bed all the while listening to him.
"I…should have told him. After all he was worried sick over me."
"He was. So I hear…went nearly out of his mind. Tohma doesn't cry though—not in public anyway—he just starts throwing shit." She filled a bag with ice cubes and held it to Shuichi's swelling cheek. "Hold. This'll take the swelling down. When we're done with that I can start adding cover make-up. Customers'll never know."
"He's obsessive, Noriko…"
"I know."
"It's almost scary how obsessive he is. Doesn't he know I'd never leave him and love him to death?"
"He doesn't. That's the really scary part. His mother died when he was young, so he's kind of afraid of being abandoned again."
"He never told me that. Hell, the only he told me straight was he was the son of some big time Yakuza guy…didn't find out till later that that big time Yakuza guy was the leader."
"At least he shared that much." She smiled.
"Could he…"
"Kill? Yes…he could. Tohma's very capable of murder. It's like his veins are made out of ice…." She finished applying the concealer. "..but I think you know differently, don't you, Shuichi?"
Shu didn't say anything but simply blushed.
It always scared him wondering what if all the time. It scared him to even contemplate his Yakuza lover as a murderer, but then didn't Yakuza and murder go hand in hand. He smiled faintly touching himself and remembering the tender way his pimp ghosted his own hand over the whore's slim and sexy body; his fingers tickling and stroking, urging him to a fit of passion. Nothing was better than Tohma; the virile blond was every whore's wet dream. When it all came down to it his pimp knew how to please him to the fullest, bringing him to the height of his climax. Shuichi felt as if he could cum right then and there …
"Can't you wait?" Noriko scoffed, a bit disgusted.
The hooker snapped open his eyes and watched the woman eyeing him in slight disgust. "Look, Shu, I'm not trying to harsh you're buzz. I mean, to each his own and all. You can jack off all you want, but can't it wait till I'm out of the room?"
"Sorry, Noriko." He muttered with an impish grin as he sat up.
The woman snorted and walked to the door.
"Just don't let it happen again…"
"I won't…thanks."
"Gonna stay in bed." She joked.
"Hah hah hah…No I think I'll visit, Hiro."
"I don't think you better there's some awful loud noise going on in there."
Shuichi scoffed moving towards the door. "Like I don't know what's going on…" He exited the room before her. "I've been keeping their secret from Seguchi…"
"Enter at your own caution…"
"Bye, Noriko…" He watched her retreat down a flight of stairs.
"Hiro!" Shuichi heard Fujisaki shout at he neared their room.
He rolled his eyes then knocked.
After this minute warning he pushed into the room and closed the door behind him taking residence near the wall. He let a cat-like smile grace his face; it was popularly known around the Pleasure Palace as the cat that ate both the canary and the mouse smile. The bed squeaked slightly and Fujisaki stopped in place astride Hiro in all his naked glory. He turned toward Shuichi and frowned heavily. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting good seats for the show." He replied with a glib smile.
"Don't you respect anyone's privacy?" The green-haired boy retorted.
"What's privacy where we are?" He licked his lips. "Anyway, you two should be more discreet."
Suguru ignored Shuichi. "Why don't you be discreet, we heard you and Seguchi going at it like horny jackrabbits two nights ago."
The boy screwed up his face. "How, when, and how much I fuck is none of your business!"
Hiro finally pushed Suguru off. "I can't have sex if you two are going to talk."
"Damn it! See what you did!" Suguru snapped. "He's out of the mood now!"
"Oh, gimme a break…he'll be horny in two hours trust me…"
"And how would you know that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Shuichi voiced back with a knowing grin.
"Stay away from my boyfriend, you cheap tart!
"What's that? Is that the voice of a novice…? Hiro, reign in your toy before I come over there and bitch slap him."
Hiro made a grab for Suguru's arm and tugged the other back. "Cut it out."
"He's a freaking whore…he thinks he's so much better because he's getting banged by the boss. He wouldn't last a fuckin' day if Seguchi didn't think he was such special piece of ass. That's all you are is a piece of ass to him..."
Shuichi flinched as he turned to leave.
"You're just jealous."
A/N: I went over my page limit but needed to end it at an appropriate spot…
