PART THREE

"Do you come here often?" Youji found himself asking the young woman who had "selected" him after they found their room.

"Often enough to know that you're new here, you and your friend."

"Who? The redhead? I never met him before tonight."

"Really?" She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow – a little TOO perfectly sculpted, "You seemed to know him pretty well."

The thought of that long-awaited kiss caused Youji to get a little weak-kneed, and he stretched out on the floor, "Jealous already?" He asked, "There's no need to be."

"Ah, but maybe you don't like women?" She sat on the edge of the amble bed and crossed her legs slowly.

"It depends on the woman."

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"Don't worry. I won't hurt you… much." The business man was checking Aya out from across the room, but he didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, which was fine for Aya who was a little shaken by the suggestive remark, and still a little more shaken by the thought of the kisses he had shared with a certain tall assassin just a few minutes before. But this customer was not the only man of business in the room, and Aya decided it was time to get to his. The first thing he would have to figure out was whether or not his customer was the target.

"What's your name?" He asked, coldly.

"Ah! So he speaks at last… and what a voice! I really have chosen quite a gem."

"What's your name?" The direct approach was all that Aya could think of at the moment.

"So, we're going to get THAT familiar are we? You tell me yours first."

Aya was not interested in playing games – he had a mission to complete and he was tired of waiting. If only he had his katana…

"I said what's your name?"

"You are a handful, aren't you? All right, I'll tell you. But first you have to do something for me."

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"What is wrong with me?" Ken whispered. It had been close to 20 minutes and as many customers had passed him by. He couldn't help but think that if this had been a soccer game, he would have been one of the first chosen. Stupid sex house. It was bad enough he had to deal with being around his three sexy teammates all the time, but this was too much…

"Feeling lonely?" The young blonde on the bench next to him leaned over and placed his head in Ken's lap – lying back with his legs across the seat.

"What?"

"Feeling lonely?" He asked again in an accent that Ken couldn't identify.

"No."

"Maybe if you just…" The boy, he could hardly have been much older than Omi, reached up and undid a few of the buttons on Ken's gold shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I'm just making you more marketable. I wasn't hitting on you." The boy smiled a sexy and endearing smile, "Here's your chance."

Before Ken had time to ask him what he meant the door opened and another customer was ushered in. The sight of the two young men sitting in such a close position seemed to excite him, Ken noticed, for he pointed directly to them and said, "Those two. Both of them." Before stepping quickly out of the room.

"You see?" The blonde smiled up at Ken, "It's working already."

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Omi had almost forgotten about his work trying to crack the customer information files, had almost forgotten about Tannai, about his mission, so engrossed was he in what he saw on the surveillance video. Ken – HIS Ken – cuddling up to some slut of a boy who must have been even younger than him! "And I thought Ken never hit on me because of my age!" He sulked.

END OF PART THREE