For Your Whore

Erotic, every essence,
Sensual, savor something,
With white wishes.

Chapter 2, Confiscate Him

Laying was Lawr. His pants were heavy--raspy, his hair drenched with sweat and other bodily fluids, his lips tainted with sweet, human vanilla, God, he had to admit it was good, damn good. Rolling onto his side he hugged his client, who was indeed gorgeous in every aspect. She was in perhaps her early thirties, her name was Ayako Kamui, a power-hungry business woman with a succinct vision what she wanted when she wanted it. Her body was shaped curvy and voluptuous; a body of valleys and mountains. Ayako's eyes shone of a the darkest, sinisterly sinful brown, her hair an unnatural shade of auburn brown but fit to her complexion, giving her a more exemplified look. She combed her sneaky fingers through Lawrence's hair, then licked his cheek lovingly, an anomalous action.

"You're such a dirty American boy, Lawrence, you should run along and take a bath," Ayako cooed in his ear, her hands tracing Lawrence's body, resting upon his abdomen.

He smirked like the courtesans do, yet somehow, those profound eyes of green shimmered of innocence, "Will you clean me?"

"Stamina, that's good for growing boys," she commented with a provocative lifted brow.

Lawr laughed with a boy-giggle and rose to cleanse himself of the remnants of sex. She sat up, resting her back against the hard cherry wooden backboard, lighting a cigarette, her smeared ruby-red lips wrapping around the toxic contents, and ejecting second-hand smoke. Ayako enjoyed their little dangerous game, enjoying it the way a kid enjoys breaking rules and feeling bad. Glancing sideways to the alarm clock she despised having such short time.

"Sweetie, I got things to do, I'll see you the same time tomorrow, be good for me, won't you?" the lady who lived strong placed her business attire back on, along with turning on her cell phone, reapplied her make-up, and fixed her hair into a tight bun.

He barely peeped out the door to catch a glimpse of her before she left, "OK, I'll see ya later, don't overwork yourself."

Ayako laughed, overworking herself was an understatement to the amount of work she does all the time. She left the room and the moment Lawr heard the door click he felt lonely. This loneliness had an inclination to eat him up, gobble him until he was forced to search for some sort of human contact, even if it was a stranger. Quick, he had to get out of this solitude suite. He exited the shower combing and detangling his strands of chocolate, placing on some leather pants Ayako had bought for him for their next sexual occasion, a tight-white wife beater, and his brown, dirtied boots he had purchased somewhere in LA. With no more than 500 yen and his hotel key card he left eager for adventure, eager to roam.

An image of a natural leader, intricate, cunning, a man of wits. He strode in the lead of a bunch of ruffians that he would shape into men, his followers did admire him. The boys were still dressed in their school uniforms, growing bored with school they cut class to drink, smoke, and abuse illegal substances, oh and can't forget, impress the opposite sex.

"Kira that chick was all over your nuts," his friend commented, praising him the way boys of this generation do by punching him lightly upon the upper arm.

He smirked so coolly, his eye expression hidden under his glasses, it threw off his look, but also improved. His long hair made him look like a rock star, his glasses made him look like an intelligent teacher, so dynamic. The boys were talking like men at a rendezvous, speaking of the women like hunters would speak of their killings. Then through the walking and talking multi-tasking the perceptive one of the clique made a stop, while the others continued to carry away.

Kira too, was perceptive, "What do you see, Setsuna?" he asked, focusing his gaze in the same direction Setsuna did.

The boy wrinkled his nose a bit, a habit he owned to show that he was thinking, "You see that kid over there, he looks like he's around Sara's age, he's been staring at you sempai, it's…weird," Setsuna almost seemed too perceptive at times.

Sakuya took Setsuna into a headlock and ruffled his blonde-brown hair, "Jealous Set-chan?" he asked, mocking him.

He furiously tried to free himself from Kira's clutches, gaining freedom when Kira loosened his grip, "Hell no pervert!" Setsuna then shuffled off, following the rest of the clique.

Kira hesitated, lingering behind to stare back at the boy who returned the stare. It was a clash of green and brown, Lawr could decipher this air of enigma around that leader. The airport, I've seen him at the airport, Kira remembered the boy who was unforgettable. The traffic lights shifted from green to red and Lawr flashed him an enchanting smile. He smiles like an American.

"Kira, c'mon!" the intelligent one broke away from his trance of contemplation and followed after his comrades to do what they always do, indulge in childish antics that are allowed only to adults.

Hours flew away like pigeons fleeing from cars and Kira found himself dragging a drunken ass home, oh-well, at least it was his favorite of the drunk asses. Setsuna had done quite well for the first few blocks, simply let his feet sink and using Kira as a walking aid. They almost reached their destination until the two had crossed the bridge. Setsuna vomited, his booze and acids spilling from his stomach onto the road bellow.

"Damn Setsuna, learn to hold your liquor," Kira lectured like a teacher as he allowed his kouhai to place an arm around his shoulder.

He slurred, hobbled, and wobbled, but he did manage to apologize, "Sorry."

Setsuna's home wasn't too far off, and Kira had the hardest time lifting Setsuna over the bushes, he had to admit the boy was growing, the last time he got piss drunk he wasn't as heavy. Setsuna's groggily opened his unlocked window, being wary not to wake anyone. Before the blonde-brown head could enter he had to give the proper thanks.

"Nghh, thanks, Kira," he murmured gutturally.

Kira boosted Setsuna into the window, "Get some sleep," stern orders from the master.
"Careful when you leave," Setsuna was always caring for that sort of thing.

Kira did the conventional wave of good-bye and followed Setsuna's orders by leaving quietly and undetected.

The streets were surreal tonight. The slight drizzle of midnight rain adding a quixotic feel to the atmosphere. Kira lit a cigarette, the tip acting as sort of a lantern to guide him through the haze. Citizens of Tokyo were sleeping tightly in their homes, not a trace of trouble or mischief. In a way, Kira loathed this sort of scene, the serenity, it must be his ruthless bloodthirsty ways that cause him to loathe it so. Almost sighing he reached the stoop of his loft in which he lived. He saw traces of that American boy, at least from that smile he could tell he was American. He was sitting all alone, although the weather seemed cold and icy he looked unaffected. His hair was barely dampened, his eyes as stolid as ever the slight touch of streetlights adding a dim glaze, he was still dressed in what Kira had seen him before, his shirt owning no purpose for the boy's torso was completely revealed for the world to see. The American had his knees drawn up and for the few moments Kira had arrived he hadn't noticed him and when he finally did, he gave Kira this genuine look. The unforgettable look.

"I've been waiting for you," Kira didn't respond, some instinct within him told him that this boy had been waiting for him, it was pointless information.

He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets, "My name is Lawrence but call me Lawr," he still didn't reply he just threw out his old cigarette butt and got a new one, "Watashi wa Lawrence desu," Lawr was adamant in making conversation with him.

He snickered, mocking him, "You don't have to talk to me in Japanese," Kira had full knowledge of most languages having read so much he knew a vast amount of English.

"I wanted to talk to you," Lawrence neared Kira almost reaching face to face but unfortunately Lawr was a bit too short to get that close.

Kira elicited a small puff of smoke from his lips, "Then talk," curt, concise.

"I like you," Lawr sounded like a cute school girl with a crush, "I want you to be mine, I never see beautiful men like you around LA," he admitted and it was true, none of them gave out the magnetism that Kira did, and frankly Lawr was impressed and intimidated by this magnetism.

Kira wasn't one to normally go for boys, he found women more interesting, "Listen, you're not my type, go find a street corner and get your prey like that," how malignant.

Lawrence stood on his tip toes, meeting gazes with Kira and with a quick flick he took the cigarette from out of his mouth, "No, you don't understand, I like you, I want you."

The way his eyes scrutinized him, it antagonized Kira, like Lawr saw it, all of it. He attempted to go into his loft but was deterred. Lawr became a wall creating a dead end for Kira. He smiled childishly, as if playing a game.

"I can absolve you," Lawrence stated in a stern tone, "I can take your guilt and make it go away, it won't ever bother you again."

Kira violently grabbed Lawrence by the collar, becoming irate (that was quite rare), his talk of clearing his guilt was irritating Kira. Lawr just smiled that silly whore smile and ran his tongue over Kira's cheek. His guard was shot to death for Kira paused long enough for Lawr to kiss his lips. His kiss was inescapable, magical, binding. Lawr found himself matching his tongue with Kira's the bittersweet taste of tobacco and nicotine enhancing his senses, arousing him. Lawr then opened the door the two falling into the loft. It was time for turmoil.


A/N: Call me a crazy fan girl…I couldn't help but have Lawr seduce Kira--it was so perfect! I guess Setsuna and Kato could've been a good choice too, but yeah, I love my Kira, and there's just simply no way of denying him. Yes, I won't leave yaoi fans hanging, you'll have to forgive me for saving the sexual part till the next chapter, it's gonna be kinda awkward for me since I've never done anything lemon with guys. Tips would be nice and critiquing would be nice too.

I WARN YOU NOW: The next chapter will contain sexual content guy on guy--if this offends you don't read the next chapter and wait for chapter 4.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of Kaori Yuki's works just those little poetry things I put at the beginning of my chapters, I wish I owned Kaori Yuki's stuff.