Hi it's Pandora! For Easter Holly asked me to write her a Balance: Unlimited fic with Daisuke throwing money at Haru in an effort to get in his pants and this is what I wrote for her. It doesn't quite pan out like I first imagined but I'm very happy with it and she loves it so I hope you all enjoy it too!

This feels a bit like an alternative beginning to the series (basically them meeting under different circumstances lol).

With the would-be burglars being led from the house to be put into the back of the van outside, Haru runs one hand through his hair and looks over his notes. He's taken statements from the old woman who called dispatch, her butler and both of her grandchildren and he can't see any others to question (and while he wouldn't have advised that the grandchildren take matters into their own hands and subdue the burglars, he does have to admit that it made their job rather easier). Having established that nothing was successfully taken from the house, Haru sees no reason to stay here any longer. He turns to relay this information to the family but instead finds himself face to face with the grandson.

"Oh—Mr Kambe..." he says, taking a step back—he isn't sure how the other man got so close without him noticing. "I think we're all done here so my colleagues and I will go and process the paperwork."

The shorter man gives him a smirk. "Thank you for your assistance."

"That's quite alright sir," says Haru, managing a smile. "If you need anything else just let us know."

Mr Kambe's smirk grows. "Well in that case, how much?"

He nods to Haru, who blinks in confusion.

"I'm... sorry, what do you mean sir?" he asks.

"How much?" Kambe repeats, a spark in his eye as he looks Haru up and down.

Haru frowns—is this guy crazy or on something? "I don't understand..."

"How much for me to have you all to myself for the night?"

For a long moment, the words don't sink in for Haru and he stares at Kambe in silence, but then his jaw drops.

"Sir I'm a police detective!" he says, aware of how high the surprise has made his voice. "I'm... I'm not for sale!"

Kambe looks him up and down again, still with that self-assured smirk. "Everyone has a price."

"Well I don't!" insists Haru, clicking his pen shut and closing his notepad with rather more force than necessary. "We're finished here so I'll be going."

"Everything okay?" Shinnosuke asks as he appears at Haru's elbow. "You sound really squeaky—do you need some water?"

Before Haru can tell him not to worry and insist that they leave as quickly as possible, Kambe turns to Shinnosuke and asks, "How much for him?"

A brief look of confusion crosses Shinnosuke's face before he takes in Haru's red face and the inflection in Kambe's voice and his eyebrows rise in understanding.

"Oh!" he says, looking between the two of them. Fleetingly, Haru thinks Shinnosuke will give Kambe the same answer as him, but then the traitorous bastard grins. "How much are you willing to spend?"

"Name your price,"Kambe says, taking another lingering look at Haru.

"Then how about 30000 yen?" Shinnosuke suggests.

"Done." Kambe tilts his head to one side and says, "HEUSC, transfer the money."

"Dude!" Haru hisses to Shinnosuke, grabbing his arm to pull him to one side. "What the hell!"

Shinnosuke pats him on the shoulder. "Don't worry man, I'll make sure the notes get written up—you just go enjoy yourself."

"But this is solicitation!" Haru protests. "Do you seriously not see the problem here?"

"I won't tell if you won't," says Shinnosuke with a wink.

"You're seriously selling me to this man?!" Haru can hear the indignation in his own voice.

"It's for your benefit dude," insists Shinnosuke. "It's about time you got some and he's totally your type."

"But I'm on duty!"

"The money is in your account," Kambe announces as he approaches them before looking pointedly at Haru. "Shall we?"

"Now wait just a mi—argh!"

The end of Haru's protestation is cut off when Kambe lifts him over one shoulder and carries him away. Haru lets out an extremely unmanly squawk and looks up to see Shinnosuke waving him off with a grin.

As Haru is carried from the room, followed by the perplexed gazes of the rest of the family, Mahoro sidles up to Shinnosuke.

"Why did you settle on such a low price?" she asks him.

Shinnosuke frowns. "What do you mean?"

Her eyebrows rising, she asks, "You... do know whose house we're at right?"

When he stares at her blankly, she sighs.

"The Kambe family," she tells him. "You know... the billionaires?"

Shinnosuke's face falls. "Goddammit!"

Halfway up the stairs, Haru stops trying to escape Kambe's grasp: despite his shorter stature, the other man has a firm grip. Besides, it's not like he could go anywhere anyway. It doesn't stop him spitting with rage however.

"I could have you arrested for solicitation!" he gripes. "This is ridiculous!"

"Relax," says Kambe, turning down a long corridor. "I'm going to make sure you enjoy yourself."

"That's not the point!" protests Haru. "Mr Kambe—"

"Call me Daisuke."

Haru pauses, the request (or perhaps demand?) making him forget where he was going with this sentence. Nevertheless, he tries to rally. "D-Daisuke..."

A soft chuckle leaves Daisuke. "I knew your voice would sound really pretty saying my name like that."

He opens a door and Haru is grateful that Daisuke can't see the blush he knows has come into his face. Compliments aren't something he gets very often and so he finds accepting them hard at the best of times. As the door swings shut behind them, Daisuke puts him down and Haru looks around to see they're in a bedroom, presumably Daisuke's; his stomach twists.

"Look, I..."

"So..."

Haru turns to face Daisuke, seeing that smirk back on his face. With no one else around and the low light in the room, it's easier to appreciate the intriguing darkness of his eyes, the clean, handsome line of his jaw and the way his suit hugs his body so perfectly. It makes Haru's brain feel as though it's short-circuiting, especially when Daisuke steps closer and he gets a hit of clearly expensive cologne.

"Would you like anything?" Daisuke asks. "A drink perhaps?"

"Uh..." Haru shakes his head. "No, that's okay."

He isn't sure what to make of him now; with how aggressively Daisuke propositioned him downstairs, Haru half expected him to be just as aggressive now, but instead he seems more relaxed.

Loosening and undoing his tie, Daisuke says, "Relax, I'm not going to pounce on you."

"You're not?" To his shame, a tiny part of Haru feels almost... disappointed?

"It's no fun having sex if you're not both into it," Daisuke says. "To be honest I'm just glad to have you to myself and if you don't want to do anything we won't."

"Oh..."

"But I think I stand a pretty good chance of getting exactly what I want," he adds, discarding his tie and opening his top button.

Haru watches his slim fingers. "You do?"

"Well your friend said I'm you're type," grins Daisuke. Haru's face colours; it's not untrue, he has to admit to himself—if he were out in a bar and saw Daisuke he knows he'd happily have let him do all manner of things to him. Having Daisuke know that though...

"Sorry, he's an idiot," is all he can think to offer.

Daisuke steps closer and Haru gulps at the closeness as Daisuke's fingers slide down his chest to unzip his jacket.

"Well I do hope he wasn't exaggerating," Daisuke says smoothly, "because you are most definitely my type."

Just like when Daisuke said his voice was pretty, Haru feels an unexpected warmth in his stomach, a feeling that only gets worse when Daisuke looks up at him with that seductive gaze and tugs a little on the end of his tie. With their faces so close together, Haru scarcely realises he's lowered his head before their lips brush together. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around Daisuke's waist to pull him closer as they deepen their kisses. Daisuke's tongue flicks against his own and Haru chases it until he's breathless, gasping against Daisuke's lips. When they part for air Daisuke grins at him again.

"I knew you'd be a great kisser," he tells Haru, fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Could tell just by looking at you."

He tugs on Haru's tie again and Haru undoes it, slipping it off to allow Daisuke to undo his shirt buttons as he does the same with Daisuke's. With Daisuke pressed so close to him, he feels dizzy, almost intoxicated, and every praise Daisuke gives him makes him want more. He slides his hands inside Daisuke's shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingers. Daisuke kisses him again, his insistent tongue invading Haru's mouth and making him moan softly as his thoughts grow hazy. The part of Haru that protested so vehemently against this idea earlier has fallen silent under the attention Daisuke showers him with; he's never experienced anyone quite like this before.

Daisuke's kisses trail from Haru's lips down his jaw and neck—as Daisuke pushes off Haru's shirt, he grazes his teeth over Haru's pulse point, making him let out a strangled gasp.

"Don't... don't leave a mark!" he stutters.

Daisuke chuckles against his skin. "Ask me nicely."

Haru feels his face blaze with heat again. "P-please?"

"Good boy."

Daisuke pushes Haru in the chest so he sits down on the bed, tongue darting out to swipe along Haru's collarbone. Keen not to be the more naked party, Haru takes the opportunity to slip off Daisuke's shirt and runs his hands over Daisuke's skin. Corded muscles shift under it, belying how much time Daisuke must spend in the gym—Haru bites back a soft sound at the feeling. With a gentle bite to Haru's collarbone, Daisuke begins to trail kisses down his chest; Haru shivers and tangles his fingers in Daisuke's hair. When Daisuke runs one hand up the inside of Haru's thigh to palm his erection through his trousers, Haru lets out a louder moan.

"Oh god!" he rasps, tugging on Daisuke's hair.

Daisuke groans, looking up at him from under his lashes with another smirk. "Having fun?"

Any response Haru might have been able to give vanishes when Daisuke squeezes his cock and he instead whines, "Fuck, Daisuke!"

"God yes, tell me how much you want it gorgeous."

Making quick work of Haru's belt and fly, Daisuke wastes no time in tugging down his trousers and wrapping his lips around Haru's cock, his tongue curling around the head. Haru gasps afresh, his thighs jolting either side of Daisuke at the feeling of that warm, wet mouth.

"Oh my god," he whimpers again when Daisuke swallows around his cock. "Sh-shit!"

Daisuke chuckles softly, the vibration of his voice making Haru's toes curl and breath catch in his throat. When Daisuke's nimble fingers caress his balls, he can't keep from holding back a soft cry. His mind grows foggy with pleasure, every drag of Daisuke's tongue making his pulse beat harder in his throat. Just when he feels himself getting close to the edge, Daisuke pulls off with a vulgar sound and looks up at him.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he says, wiping one corner of his lips with his thumb.

"Yeah," Haru says weakly, his brain trying to catch up as Daisuke stands and removes the last of his clothes. Heart picking up speed at the sight of Daisuke naked before him, Haru scrambles to catch up, taking off his remaining clothing too. Once they're both naked, Daisuke climbs onto the bed, pressing Haru down on his back.

"You want more?" Daisuke asks, pressing their bodies together and grinding his hips into Haru's. The friction makes Haru shudder and cling to him, all but begging him with his body. "Seems like you would."

"Yes," groans Haru as Daisuke grinds against him again. "I want you!"

With another kiss to Haru's lips, Daisuke goes to his bedside cabinet and retrieves a tube of lube and condom, patting Haru on the thigh.

"On your knees sexy," he instructs; Haru hurries to comply, arching his back as he feels Daisuke's eyes on him again. "You're stunning."

"Th-thank you," Haru says softly, a tingle in his skin when he feels Daisuke kneel behind him and run both hands over his ass.

"You done this before?" Daisuke asks as he squirts lube onto his fingers and starts circling them between Haru's ass cheeks.

Haru groans softly, fingers curling in bedclothes nicer than anything in his entire flat and nods. "S-sometimes."

"Okay." Daisuke sinks one long finger inside him and Haru gasps. "That feel good?"

"Yeah," rasps Haru, trembling as Daisuke slides his finger back and forth. His thighs shake when Daisuke slides in another finger, working both to make him moan.

"You're amazing," Daisuke murmurs as he continues opening him up, curling his fingers until Haru fails to hold back a higher cry. "So responsive."

Haru arches his back again, urging Daisuke to keep going as he feels him teasing a third finger alongside the first two. The stretch and next insistent touch to his prostate has him moaning into the bedclothes, his arms unwilling to hold him up any longer at the onslaught of dizzying pleasure. Daisuke's fingers work magic on him, his other hand caressing Haru's ass cheek as he continues his litany of praises, telling Haru how gorgeous he is, how nicely he takes his fingers, everything he'd like to do to him. Every word winds Haru tighter, makes his insides flood with warmth as he tugs harder on the bedclothes; no one he's ever been with before has made him feel like this.

"Daisuke!" Haru moans louder when Daisuke thrusts his fingers harder against his prostate. "Fuck me!"

He can hear the smirk in Daisuke's voice as he says, "Ask me nicely."

"Please!" Haru begs as Daisuke continues moving his fingers. "Please fuck me!"

"Good boy," Daisuke praises, withdrawing his fingers and making Haru whine. As he hears Daisuke put on the condom and add more lube, Haru turns onto his back, meeting Daisuke's eyes with his own. "You want it like this?"

Haru nods. "That okay?"

With a grin, Daisuke leans down to kiss him again. "Absolutely."

He slides into Haru, filling him slowly, and Haru clings to his shoulders, another soft moan coming from the back of his throat as he bottoms out. When Daisuke pauses there, Haru shudders, tears of pleasure prickling behind his eyes.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice weak at the feeling of Daisuke's cock, Daisuke's arms holding himself up above Haru and Daisuke's breath on his face. That smirk returns as Daisuke gazes down at him.

"You're so fucking pretty," Daisuke says.

Before Haru can protest at being called 'pretty' of all things, Daisuke moves his hips back and then forward again and all Haru can do is gasp. He builds up a slow rhythm, each drag and press of his cock more electrifying than the last until Haru can barely think.

"Shit, you take my cock so well," Daisuke groans. "It's like you were made for it."

Taking Haru's hands from his shoulders, Daisuke presses them into the bed either side of Haru's head, linking their fingers. The intimacy makes Haru's stomach flip but then Daisuke changes the angle of his hips and speeds up his thrusts.

"Oh fuck!" Haru cries out again, squeezing Daisuke's hands hard as his thighs tremble either side of Daisuke's hips. "Oh my god please don't stop!"

"I don't plan to," groans Daisuke, pounding harder into Haru and making him see stars. "Gonna make you come so hard, feel you get so fucking tight on my cock."

He pries one hand loose from Haru's, skating his fingers briefly down Haru's body to grasp his cock and start stroking it. The double attack of Daisuke's cock inside him and hand squeezing him is too much for Haru and he comes hard, his mind going blank from pleasure as he cries out louder. With a few more hard thrusts, Daisuke comes too, his cock pulsing inside Haru as he fills the condom. Haru rides out the high with him, his body shaking once he begins to come down. His pulse races, starting to slow as he pants to catch his breath and Daisuke pulls out. Once the condom is disposed of and the two of them have cleaned up a little, they lie on the bed together, Daisuke running gentle fingers through Haru's hair.

"You can stay if you like," he says quietly.

A warm feeling like when Daisuke linked their fingers together before floods Haru's stomach again and he looks down at Daisuke's chest. "Okay, thank you."

For a few moments they lie in silence before Daisuke muses, "I should become a detective."

*theme tune starts lmao*