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YAY, a chapter sized chapter. I am so proud of me. I have some idea of where this story is going, and a solid ending in mind, but so far I only have this chapter and two others planned. Suggestions are welcome of course, and I will try to credit anyone whose suggestions I use. I promise that I will finish this story, no matter how long it takes me to update.
Sleeping With the Enemy
AU: Mamoru's ransom was paid, and he is still a Takatori, an important part of the family in fact. Because the ransom was paid, Kokd!@# . . . his mother is not dead but I am not sure if I will include her or not. If I do I promise to learn how to spell her name.
Chapter 1: One Night Stand
Mamoru Takatori sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of his brother's sports car. He felt naked in his mesh shirt and low rise black leather pants that were way too tight. Hirofumi said he looked good but Mamoru thought the outfit just screamed "Skanky Slutty Whore." Although as Hiro had pointed out, that was kind of the point.
They pulled up outside of a rundown decrepit building with a dingy sign that was wholly unreadable. Now that he was here, there was no time for being self-conscience. He got out of the car and coolly flashed his fake ID at the man at the door, confidence and demeanor making up for his sweet baby face.
He walked into the club like he owned it. Slinking past the bar he shot a secretive smile at the brunette sitting there that was giving him the once over. He was cute. Maybe Mamoru could find him later. But not now, now he had a job.
Walking away from the bar, he managed to lose himself in the crowd. When he was sure no one was tracking his movements he slipped quietly into a door marked restricted access. He was now in the dressing room for what the club referred to as its "private entertainers." He moved behind the only other person in the room quiet as a shadow. Before the man could even register the presence of another in the room he had been knocked unconscious by a stiff blow to the head. Hiro would be mad at Mamoru for leaving a loose end by not killing the man, but Mamoru was relatively sure he hadn't seen anything, and who would believe him anyway? Mamoru was the son of an influential politician and this guy was nothing but a whore.
Silently Mamoru continued through the room and into the hall that led to the private suites reserved for the paying costumers. He slipped into the last room in the hall and was greeted by a fat, greasy-looking middle aged man in a smoking jacket.
"You're late. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed with your legs spread."
"Yes sir, face up or down?"
"Up"
Mamoru quickly disrobed and lay down on the bed. The fat man (whom Mamoru vaguely remembered hearing Hirofumi call Uchida-san) walked towards him and examined his young body with a lecherous eye. After taking a few minutes to admire, he brought his face down on Mamoru's forcing him into a disgusting, sloppy kiss. Mamoru just about choked on the man's tongue and he injected at least a pint of saliva into Mamoru's mouth.
Mamoru pushed the dart into Uchida's neck as the older man was busy molesting him so the pain didn't register until he was too paralyzed to speak. Mamoru waited five minutes until he was positive Uchida was dead, he was a professional after all, and then he got dressed again and left in search of the brunette he had seen earlier to help him forget the dead-mans touches.
Ken sat at the bar, being bored. He really didn't need to be here. They were supposed to meet an informant that had inside information on one of the Takatoris' multiple criminal activities. They really only needed Aya to be here, maybe Yoji as back up, but Yoji had insisted he come, saying Ken needed to get out more. So here he was, sitting at the bar, nursing his drink, and being bored.
He sighed, and turned around to scan the room, more out of boredom than actually expecting to see anything. His eyes wandered around and came to rest on what was possibly the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He had a slight, well muscled physique and the biggest bluest eyes Ken had ever imagined, in a face framed by soft, dark blonde hair. Ken scanned his body, taking in the revealing outfit, but found his eyes traveling back up to the eyes and the full, pouty lips that at the moment were curved into a smile as the boy watched him back.
Ken smiled and finished his drink in one shot before...
"Naughty naughty Ken, we're on a mission, now is not the time to be picking up a quick fuck, no matter how cute the little fetish nut is."
"Damnit Yoji, where are you?" Ken tried to keep his voice low as he talked into the wire. He hated it when Yoji did that. He turned back to the boy, intent on ignoring Yoji, but the blue-eyed vision was already gone. Ken let out an exaggerated sigh. He was never going to get laid.
There was silence on the line for a few minutes before Yoji broke in again.
"Don't dwell on it Kenken, he was out of your league anyway."
"Thanks so much for your moral support."
"I'm serious, he probably has a sugar daddy somewhere, those clothes were high quality, despite being trashy. You don't want to mess with that. He might toy with your head but he would only break your heart. Of course you have nothing to worry about since there is no way you would get him to talk with you, let alone get to know him well enough to fall for him, there is no way in hell a boy like that would give you the time of da...well I'll be damned."
Before Ken could ask Yoji what was wrong he heard a voice next to him, soft and sweet.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"No, go right ahead, there's no one sitting there." Ken stammered
"Smooth Ken" the mocking voice came over the com.
"So, my name is Ken"
"Hi Ken" came the reply after the boy ordered vodka on the rocks.
"Care to tell me your name?"
"I'd really rather not." Ken watched the boy sip his drink while he tried to ignore the obnoxious laughter coming in over his headset, only to be silenced in shock at the next words out of the kid's mouth. "You want to get out of here Ken?"
"You read my mind" Ken watched as the boy finished his drink in one shot and led him outside to his awaiting motorcycle, shooting Yoji a smug grin behind the kids back as they walked past.
The ride home was wonderful. Ken could feel the kid pressed up against his back, holding on but not too tight. He wasn't afraid of the motorcycle like most of Ken's dates were. They pulled into the Koneko next to Aya's Porsche and walked calmly up the stairs to Ken's apartment hand in hand. There wasn't the frantic kissing and tearing of clothes that Ken generally associated with one-night pickups.
They got into Ken's apartment and the kid sat on the couch while Ken went to the little kitchen area and got them each a beer.
"So, you work in a flower shop?"
"Yeah"
". . ."
". . ."
"Aw screw it; I didn't come here for conversation anyway." The boy leaned over and kissed Ken hard on the mouth. Ken was drowning in sensation. This boy was one hell of a kisser. He tasted so sweet; Ken felt he would never get enough of that flavor. The kissing progressed, with them taking turns chasing the others tongue until the boy broke it off panting.
"Bedroom"
Ken hopped up and pulled him toward the small bedroom. On the way they lost the urgency of a minute ago, they had the whole night after all. It was early, only 10:00. They still started with the foreplay, but it was interspersed with conversation.
"Soccer huh? What are you, a fanatic?" The angel started unbuttoning Ken's shirt while lavishing his neck with attention.
"You might say that, I used to play" Ken pulled the other man's shirt over his head and started to suck on the small flower tattooed just below his collarbone "is that a freesia?"
"Very good, most people don't recognize it" the boy started fiddling with Ken's belt buckle.
"Florist remember" Ken divested himself of the unneeded pants and set about helping the other unburden himself similarly.
"You don't seem gay enough to be a florist." Ken laughed at that. The young man got his wallet out of his pants and pulled out a couple of condoms.
"Do this often?" Ken seemed undeterred by his partners readiness as he continued kissing down the other's body.
"No, I used to be a boy scout. Be prepared and all that." And with that the younger pushed Ken on his back on the bed and took his peni...............................I'm sorry, this part of the story is having some technical problems. Please continue on to the next section.
A few hours later Mamoru carefully untangled his limbs from those of his sleeping lover and gathered his clothing. He went into the bathroom and used his cell phone to tell Hirofumi to pick him up. He gazed at Ken for a moment before gently kissing his lips and making his way out front to wait for his brother.
He stood on the curb and lit a cigarette, slowly blowing the smoke out between his pursed lips, thinking. He liked Ken. He liked Ken a lot. He just might have to come back sometime in the near future.
"Leaving so soon?" The unfamiliar voice startled Mamoru. He spun around to confront a blonde man that was leaning against the wall of the building and smoking. He had on sunglasses despite the darkness outside.
"I'll be back" Mamoru smiled at this obviously protective friend of Ken's.
"If you are I hope it's to stay. Ken doesn't handle heartbreak well; I don't want him getting attached if you don't mean it."
Hirofumi pulled up and Mamoru jumped into the car, ever conscious of the green eyes that followed his movements.
Shit
Maybe he wouldn't be back. He hadn't considered the possibility of Ken getting hurt. As much as he liked the guy, they couldn't have a relationship. It would be too dangerous for Ken, and for Mamoru if anyone learned about the relationship and decided to use Ken as a bargaining chip.
Mamoru's formerly happy, content mood dried up as he made the decision to never see Ken again.
YAY, a chapter sized chapter. I am so proud of me. I have some idea of where this story is going, and a solid ending in mind, but so far I only have this chapter and two others planned. Suggestions are welcome of course, and I will try to credit anyone whose suggestions I use. I promise that I will finish this story, no matter how long it takes me to update.
Sleeping With the Enemy
AU: Mamoru's ransom was paid, and he is still a Takatori, an important part of the family in fact. Because the ransom was paid, Kokd!@# . . . his mother is not dead but I am not sure if I will include her or not. If I do I promise to learn how to spell her name.
Chapter 1: One Night Stand
Mamoru Takatori sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of his brother's sports car. He felt naked in his mesh shirt and low rise black leather pants that were way too tight. Hirofumi said he looked good but Mamoru thought the outfit just screamed "Skanky Slutty Whore." Although as Hiro had pointed out, that was kind of the point.
They pulled up outside of a rundown decrepit building with a dingy sign that was wholly unreadable. Now that he was here, there was no time for being self-conscience. He got out of the car and coolly flashed his fake ID at the man at the door, confidence and demeanor making up for his sweet baby face.
He walked into the club like he owned it. Slinking past the bar he shot a secretive smile at the brunette sitting there that was giving him the once over. He was cute. Maybe Mamoru could find him later. But not now, now he had a job.
Walking away from the bar, he managed to lose himself in the crowd. When he was sure no one was tracking his movements he slipped quietly into a door marked restricted access. He was now in the dressing room for what the club referred to as its "private entertainers." He moved behind the only other person in the room quiet as a shadow. Before the man could even register the presence of another in the room he had been knocked unconscious by a stiff blow to the head. Hiro would be mad at Mamoru for leaving a loose end by not killing the man, but Mamoru was relatively sure he hadn't seen anything, and who would believe him anyway? Mamoru was the son of an influential politician and this guy was nothing but a whore.
Silently Mamoru continued through the room and into the hall that led to the private suites reserved for the paying costumers. He slipped into the last room in the hall and was greeted by a fat, greasy-looking middle aged man in a smoking jacket.
"You're late. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed with your legs spread."
"Yes sir, face up or down?"
"Up"
Mamoru quickly disrobed and lay down on the bed. The fat man (whom Mamoru vaguely remembered hearing Hirofumi call Uchida-san) walked towards him and examined his young body with a lecherous eye. After taking a few minutes to admire, he brought his face down on Mamoru's forcing him into a disgusting, sloppy kiss. Mamoru just about choked on the man's tongue and he injected at least a pint of saliva into Mamoru's mouth.
Mamoru pushed the dart into Uchida's neck as the older man was busy molesting him so the pain didn't register until he was too paralyzed to speak. Mamoru waited five minutes until he was positive Uchida was dead, he was a professional after all, and then he got dressed again and left in search of the brunette he had seen earlier to help him forget the dead-mans touches.
Ken sat at the bar, being bored. He really didn't need to be here. They were supposed to meet an informant that had inside information on one of the Takatoris' multiple criminal activities. They really only needed Aya to be here, maybe Yoji as back up, but Yoji had insisted he come, saying Ken needed to get out more. So here he was, sitting at the bar, nursing his drink, and being bored.
He sighed, and turned around to scan the room, more out of boredom than actually expecting to see anything. His eyes wandered around and came to rest on what was possibly the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He had a slight, well muscled physique and the biggest bluest eyes Ken had ever imagined, in a face framed by soft, dark blonde hair. Ken scanned his body, taking in the revealing outfit, but found his eyes traveling back up to the eyes and the full, pouty lips that at the moment were curved into a smile as the boy watched him back.
Ken smiled and finished his drink in one shot before...
"Naughty naughty Ken, we're on a mission, now is not the time to be picking up a quick fuck, no matter how cute the little fetish nut is."
"Damnit Yoji, where are you?" Ken tried to keep his voice low as he talked into the wire. He hated it when Yoji did that. He turned back to the boy, intent on ignoring Yoji, but the blue-eyed vision was already gone. Ken let out an exaggerated sigh. He was never going to get laid.
There was silence on the line for a few minutes before Yoji broke in again.
"Don't dwell on it Kenken, he was out of your league anyway."
"Thanks so much for your moral support."
"I'm serious, he probably has a sugar daddy somewhere, those clothes were high quality, despite being trashy. You don't want to mess with that. He might toy with your head but he would only break your heart. Of course you have nothing to worry about since there is no way you would get him to talk with you, let alone get to know him well enough to fall for him, there is no way in hell a boy like that would give you the time of da...well I'll be damned."
Before Ken could ask Yoji what was wrong he heard a voice next to him, soft and sweet.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"No, go right ahead, there's no one sitting there." Ken stammered
"Smooth Ken" the mocking voice came over the com.
"So, my name is Ken"
"Hi Ken" came the reply after the boy ordered vodka on the rocks.
"Care to tell me your name?"
"I'd really rather not." Ken watched the boy sip his drink while he tried to ignore the obnoxious laughter coming in over his headset, only to be silenced in shock at the next words out of the kid's mouth. "You want to get out of here Ken?"
"You read my mind" Ken watched as the boy finished his drink in one shot and led him outside to his awaiting motorcycle, shooting Yoji a smug grin behind the kids back as they walked past.
The ride home was wonderful. Ken could feel the kid pressed up against his back, holding on but not too tight. He wasn't afraid of the motorcycle like most of Ken's dates were. They pulled into the Koneko next to Aya's Porsche and walked calmly up the stairs to Ken's apartment hand in hand. There wasn't the frantic kissing and tearing of clothes that Ken generally associated with one-night pickups.
They got into Ken's apartment and the kid sat on the couch while Ken went to the little kitchen area and got them each a beer.
"So, you work in a flower shop?"
"Yeah"
". . ."
". . ."
"Aw screw it; I didn't come here for conversation anyway." The boy leaned over and kissed Ken hard on the mouth. Ken was drowning in sensation. This boy was one hell of a kisser. He tasted so sweet; Ken felt he would never get enough of that flavor. The kissing progressed, with them taking turns chasing the others tongue until the boy broke it off panting.
"Bedroom"
Ken hopped up and pulled him toward the small bedroom. On the way they lost the urgency of a minute ago, they had the whole night after all. It was early, only 10:00. They still started with the foreplay, but it was interspersed with conversation.
"Soccer huh? What are you, a fanatic?" The angel started unbuttoning Ken's shirt while lavishing his neck with attention.
"You might say that, I used to play" Ken pulled the other man's shirt over his head and started to suck on the small flower tattooed just below his collarbone "is that a freesia?"
"Very good, most people don't recognize it" the boy started fiddling with Ken's belt buckle.
"Florist remember" Ken divested himself of the unneeded pants and set about helping the other unburden himself similarly.
"You don't seem gay enough to be a florist." Ken laughed at that. The young man got his wallet out of his pants and pulled out a couple of condoms.
"Do this often?" Ken seemed undeterred by his partners readiness as he continued kissing down the other's body.
"No, I used to be a boy scout. Be prepared and all that." And with that the younger pushed Ken on his back on the bed and took his peni...............................I'm sorry, this part of the story is having some technical problems. Please continue on to the next section.
A few hours later Mamoru carefully untangled his limbs from those of his sleeping lover and gathered his clothing. He went into the bathroom and used his cell phone to tell Hirofumi to pick him up. He gazed at Ken for a moment before gently kissing his lips and making his way out front to wait for his brother.
He stood on the curb and lit a cigarette, slowly blowing the smoke out between his pursed lips, thinking. He liked Ken. He liked Ken a lot. He just might have to come back sometime in the near future.
"Leaving so soon?" The unfamiliar voice startled Mamoru. He spun around to confront a blonde man that was leaning against the wall of the building and smoking. He had on sunglasses despite the darkness outside.
"I'll be back" Mamoru smiled at this obviously protective friend of Ken's.
"If you are I hope it's to stay. Ken doesn't handle heartbreak well; I don't want him getting attached if you don't mean it."
Hirofumi pulled up and Mamoru jumped into the car, ever conscious of the green eyes that followed his movements.
Shit
Maybe he wouldn't be back. He hadn't considered the possibility of Ken getting hurt. As much as he liked the guy, they couldn't have a relationship. It would be too dangerous for Ken, and for Mamoru if anyone learned about the relationship and decided to use Ken as a bargaining chip.
Mamoru's formerly happy, content mood dried up as he made the decision to never see Ken again.