A/N: okaaay….time to get on with it….this week I was so busy…my grandmother fell and had to be rushed to the hospital.

Warning: sexual situations

Shuichi looked out the window, waiting for his lover to return home. "Mo" He mumbled pathetically then pushed away from the window and sat down on the bed once more.

His body ached for warm arms to wrap him up tightly in their strong embrace. He longed for the strong scent of vanilla that seemed to coat Tohma's skin when they made love. Shuichi's heart thumped in his chest and he pulled his knees up to it. "Tohma-kun…anata…koibito…"

He rolled over to his side, gazing at the picture on top of the bedside table. Usually hooker's carried no personal belongings in their rooms. The rooms were almost sterile to give their customers the illusion of belonging to no one. He tried to fall asleep but found it was difficult without listening to the thumping of the blonde's heart as Shuichi pressed his ear against his chest. He sat up in his sleeping clothes, brushing his shoulder as a strap of his maroon tank-top strap fell off it. He hustled to the door quietly, slipping on his lavender terrycloth robe before leaving, and then climbed the stairs to the pimp's bedroom.

He tried the knob and found itsuccessfully to be unlocked. Shuichi pushed his way inside with a slight yawn, staring at the large maroon-covered king-sized bed before him. It was a bed fit for a for a person of high status...a lord. That one word described Tohma Seguchi in his eyes. It may have been cheesy to others but there was no other way he could express the infinite love and devotion he felt for the man short of calling him a prince. He was no ordinary man; ordinary men did not wield the awesome power that his lover wielded within his fist. When he spoke words, Tokyo's underground listened and listened well. He was a man other men both admired and were afraid of—and they had every right to be so, Tohma was fearsome in his worst disposition.

"What are you doing in here?" A pleasantvoice said from behind.

Shuichi turned around excited, "To-" His cry fell short when he saw Kitazawa in the door way with a deadly smile.

"Tohma-kun's not here…" He pouted. "How sad. I wanted to surprise him by pounding him into the mattress. You must be Shuichi….I've heard so much about Tohma-kun's neko-chan…" He walked forward driving the hooker backwards.

"What do you want, Kitazawa-san?"

"Tohma-kun."

"You can't….Tohma's mine…I won't let you have him." Shuichi shouted defiantly.

"He's going to get married right….You think he'll keep you with him….He'll disgrace the family as well as his new wife….But his father would never suspect Tohma-kun and I…" He put the back of his hand to his forehead. "I'm nothing but a lowly gunman and accountant after all…I'm hardly a threat…Tohma's not in love with me…so us fucking around wouldn't mean anything."

Shuichi gave a hurt and devastated look at these words.

It was true…Tohma would marry and eventually…would he grow tired of him? Would having a wife…discard the need for his true love?

"Tohma loves me…he'll find a way. He'll marry…but he won't love her…he loves only me." He gave an angry glare. "Now please leave…I have to get ready for him."

Kitazawa gave a sick smile.

"Enjoy your happiness while you can…This'll be fun." He smiled sicklier and left the room. "Tell, Tohma-kun…I need to talk to him."

Shuichi stood there for a minute then collapsed to his knees, tears rising to his eyes. His lover was extremely late. Business with his father didn't usually last this long.

"BAKA MO! Tohma no baka!" He cried out.

"Shu…." Hiro spoke gentlyand Shuichi looked up.

Hiroshi walked over and kneeled down in front of his friend. "You okay, Shu?"

"N-n-no…Why isn't he here, Hiro? Doshite?"

"He's working, Shuichi. You know that."

"I know."

"Isn't this sweet?"

Shuichi froze, scared that the voice belonged to one of two options, either Kitazawa was back or Yuki had come to stalk him.

He looked up, afraid, to see Tohma standing in the doorway with predatory displeased eyes that were laced with exhaustion. "Nakano…I see you've made you're way into my room without permission."

Hiro got up. "Sorry. Shuichi, sounded upset…I just came to check on him; keep him company."

"Well, I'm here right now….I'll tend to his needs. You can leave now."

He stood there for a minute looking at Shuichi. His friend nodded and Nakano left.

The blonde looked down upon his lover then closed the door. "Are you all right?" He asked, taking off his jacket.

"Of course, Tohma-kun."

"Cause you looked awfully cozy with Nakano…"

"Hiro's just a friend."

"Is that so?"

"Hai…" He looked down and the floor, twisting his hands. Shuichi finally lost his control and cried out, "Tohma!"

He threw himself into his pimp's arms recklessly, looping his arms around the other's chest while burying his face in the Tohma's neck. He sobbed uncontrollably, he was afraid of what was happening to him. He was afraid of Yuki with his predatory looks, and his uncontrollable lust. He was afraid of how it had felt when Yuki had driven himself into Shuichi's body. Also, he was afraid of what Kitazawa had said to him. He was afraid loosing what was dearest to him; the person whom he loved beyond control. "Tohma…" He mumbled, tears staining the other's shirt. "Onegai…Onegai…."

"Nande?"

"Don't toss me aside!"

The blonde gave a quizzical and startled look.

"Now, why would you say such a thing?"

"Onegai! AISHITERU!"

"Shuichi…you're acting awfully odd." Tohma frowned. "What in the hell is wrong with you?"

"Betsuni…"

"It's not nothing! Stop lying to me. I can tell!" He took the youth's shoulders and shook him. "Tell me the truth…."

Shuichi stayed silent for awhile.

"SHUICHI!"

The room was quiet for a moment more and the pink-haired siren looked up with troubled eyes, tears pouring down his face.

"He came."

"Who? Yuki?"

He shook his head. "Ki-Kitazawa…"

"Kitzawa? What for?"

"He was looking for you…." His lip trembled

"That's all…"

Shuichi turned aside.

"Come back!" He pulled Shuichi to his chest. "That can't be the reason you're crying…just because he came. What HAPPENED?"

"Don't leave me….don't toss me aside please… Aishiteru…"

Tohma held the sobbing boy to him, pulling his young lover tightly into his embrace while placing his chin atop his head. "Shuichi…shhh….it's all right…..I'm not going to leave you anywhere…..You're always going to be by my side." A sigh. "Whatever would make you think I would let you go?" He leaned down and spoke with his mouth close to the other's ear. "I love you."

Shuichi's body went slightly rigid at this admission and his cheeks flushed a deep red. He was speechless. The confession made his heart pound wild and erratically.

Sugoi…He thought eyes fixed upon the floor at his feet.

"What's wrong, my adorable Neko-chan?" Tohma smiled his calm and seductive smile. "Is there something that's made you so silent? Is my admission that baffling that it's left you speechless? You really are such a lost one without me…"

He chuckled silently then tipped his lover's face up and laid an upside-down kiss on the kitten's upturned mouth.

"Tohma-kun…." Shuichi breathed his imaginary tail twitching in pure pleasure.

"Lovely siren…..adorable kitten…" He leaned down to nip at the other's neck as he brushed his hand against his lover's clothed groin. "Sing for me….yowl like you're in heat, kitten….raise that voice for me."

"Mrow!" He actually called out in a cat-like voice, arching his back. He slid his hand along the man's thigh up and down. "Do I please you?"

Tohma laughed at this, leaning against the door.

"When have you ever not?"

He let Shuichi rub his body against Tohma's like a cat would.

"You smell….delicious." The pimp commented.

"It's that special body spray you gave me."

"I feel like I could take a nibble out of you….wild strawberries…" He laughed once more.

"You could try…" Shuichi looked over his shoulder and grinned.

Oy...I'm done...enjoy!