No Money, No Love
By: Witch Baby
A/N: Chapter five was so lacking in anything substantial, so I decided to post chapter six early. There is actually a lot that happens in chapter six that kind of leads off into the major issues of the story. No Money, No Love is actually turning out to have a lot more sub ideas then I originally thought. I blame my lit class; it's just so damn interesting.
Oh FYI, there is a bit of a limey moment in this chapter. Nothing spectacular, but someone gets hot and bothered none the less! Heh heh heh…:3 YE HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Anyway, I want to thank all the readers who have not viciously attacked me for including an OC. I know a lot of you have concerns but don't worry, I hate OC's most of the time and I know better then to shove them into the limelight of a story plot. Have faith! While Skyler is kind of an important addition to the story, I have no plans on him being the star.
Thank you to all for sticking with the story. And now, for chapter six!
"With an ironclad fist, I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head
While we're talking about all of the things that I long to believe,
About love and truth, what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses…"
Chapter Six: Struggle
Homare watched the young blond leave Ayase's apartment, swinging his hips as he disappeared into the crowd, walking in what the Kuba twin assumed was the direction of his home. He probably was a new shop worker, seeing as how he had arrived with the brawny blond okama Buruko, but Homare really didn't give him much thought besides that. He wasn't there to learn about some stranger.
There was only one blond that held any interest for him. Kanou had ordered him to keep a strict watch over Ayase, making sure that he was fine and no harm would come to him. Regardless of his boss's orders though, he would've watched out for Ayase, just as he always had.
It was easy to admit that Ayase's new found freedom was giving the normally level headed Kuba dangerous thoughts. He held great respect for Kanou, but that didn't mean he always agreed with him. Especially now, when he knew that Kanou was planning something. Whatever it was, it didn't mean well for the innocent blond.
Maybe there was something he could do. Maybe he could warn Ayase or help in some way…
He gave a sarcastic chuckle. Who was he kidding? Kanou would kill him. No, where Ayase was concerned Kanou would do much worse. Should his boss ever learn of Homare's feelings, then Homare would consider himself lucky if kill him was all Kanou did.
He watched Ayase's silhouette pass back and forth across the kitchen window. Homare could easily picture him bustling around as he cooked one of his delicious meals. Kanou was undeserving of such a precious angel.
Then again, was he any better sulking around and harboring such desire? He wanted to posses Ayase as much as Kanou. Only fear and loyalty kept him silent.
Only cowardice stopped him from running across the street and showing Ayase that Kanou wasn't the only one that could love him.
"_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_"
Kanou was a man that had everything.
Power and wealth, dashing good looks and an unrivaled intellect. Women wanted him, men wanted to be him. He could pick and choose who he wanted, and when and where he wanted them. He ruled the world by his whims.
However, none of it seemed to matter much at the moment. All the authority or riches in the world hadn't allowed it to keep the only thing he ever really wanted. What was the point anymore?
He lifted the bottle of Shochu to his lips, cursing as he realized he'd already emptied it. What a pitiful sight he must be. He should be coming up with a plan to win back his angel. Instead he was sitting on his cold bed, gently running his hands over the single shirt Ayase must have forgotten. His sweet scent still clung to the fabric, and Kanou pressed his face against the collar to drown himself in it. It pissed him off even as it comforted him.
He felt that he amounted to as much as the fabric clung tightly in his hands. Used once or twice, but easily discarded and forgotten. Kanou had been so sure of himself, so confident that he could bind Ayase to him and make him stay. It had been that arrogance that had cost him. Never, for one second, had he ever thought his angel would fly away.
"Nii-san? Aya-chan? Are you guys home?"
Kanou frowned at the sound of Gion's cheerful voice. What the hell was that idiot doing there? "Go away!" he growled.
"Aw, but I want to see Aya-chan! C'mon let me in!"
"He's not here!"
"Is he at Someya-san's? I can-"
"No!" Kanou roared, throwing the empty bottle in his hand and letting it shatter against the bedroom door. "He's not here anymore!"
There was silence on the other side of the door, though Kanou faintly heard the sound of the knob jiggling. Sure enough, a moment later the door sprang open. Kanou glared at the site of the other man. "Gion you bastard! Leave me the hell alone!"
"No," the blond answered simply, slipping the pin he used to pick the lock back into his bag, "Something happened and I want to know what. What did you do to Ayase?"
Rage boiled thickly in Kanou's blood as he glared at Gion. "What did I do?" He gave a sarcastic laugh as he stood. "I didn't do anything. It's all his doing! He left me!"
Gion looked shocked for a moment. "He just left? You really let him go?"
"Of course not!" Kanou snapped. "I went there last night to take him back…but…"
He seemed to deflate suddenly, all the strength and will he possessed leaving him. "I couldn't do it. He looked at me as if he didn't even know who I was. It made me so mad! I was…"
Gion watched his friend carefully. "You were what?"
Kanou sighed. "I was afraid that if I stayed…I would have hurt him." And he swore, after their first time together, he would never hurt Ayase like that again. Still didn't lessen the hurt he felt easting away at him.
"He just pisses me off!" Kanou exploded, slamming his fist against the wall. "After all I've done for him! After all the times I saved him and all the things I gave him, he still just fucking leaves!"
Gion frowned, crossing his arms as he narrowed his gaze at the exasperated male. He felt a little sorry for his friend, but his 'poor me' speech was getting irritating. "What are you getting so angry for? It's your own damn fault."
Kanou whirled around, snarling at Gion like a wild beast. "What the fuck are you talking about? I did everything for Ayase!"
The younger male gave Kanou an angry stare. "You did everything huh? Like what?"
"I gave him a place to stay! I saved him from all the bastards that would-"
"And did you do any better?" Gion countered, "Did you ever think about the things he gave up for you?"
Kanou didn't know what to say.
"All you did was push yourself on him, molding him into your vision of what you wanted him to be, "he continued, "Did you ever wonder if that's what he wanted?"
"Get out." Kanou demanded through gritted teeth.
"You really piss me off. I had hoped that someday you'd finally get your head out of your ass but no, you sit here like you're a victim of some great injustice. If you want Ayase then go get him!"
Kanou slammed Gion against the door. "GET OUT!"
The blond groaned in pain from the blow to his head, but was still able to push Kanou away. Throwing one last dirty look over his shoulder, he grabbed his bag and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Kanou alone once more.
Forget Gion and Someya! As far as Kanou was concerned they were traitors. Gion with his accusations and that damned okama with her bullshit advice; he didn't need them to get Ayase back!
'After all,' he thought quietly, an idea slowly forming in his mind, 'There were other ways to buy his time…'
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Kanou's tongue was like fire on his skin, burning away any inhibitions Ayase might have had. His hands seemed to be everywhere, caressing his lips, the sensitive nipples on his chest, and the place between his spread legs that begged to be touched the most. He had ceased saying 'no' long ago, his body demanding to be stated by Kanou's masterful hands.
"You're mine Ayase," Kanou whispered huskily, teeth nipping playfully on the blonds' neck, "You're body, everything, and it's all mine…"
Ayase woke with a gasp, his cheeks flushed and his body trembling. Taking a deep breath, he looked around his room, still not awake enough to really have his bearings. He placed a hand to his pounding heart, willing it to quiet enough to let him think. 'What kind of dream was that?' he wondered, still slightly panicked.
His whole body ached; sweat beading and sliding down his skin. Even as he shivered, he still felt the heat pooling deep within. Not to mention a very evident problem between his legs.
His blush darkening, he glanced down at the tent in his pajama bottoms, suddenly feeling like using one or two curse words Kanou was so fond of using.
The thought of the older man brought back images from his dream, and he whimpered, his body heating to a dangerous level. Sighing in irritation, Ayase pulled off his shirt, trying to cool himself off. As the material brushed over his nipples though, he moaned softly, his body responding eagerly to the unintentional pleasure.
This time he really did curse.
Ayase huffed in annoyance at his overly sensitive body. He had work in the morning and needed sleep! He hoped that if he ignored his problem, it would just go away. But as he squirmed against the covers, trying to get comfortable, it only seemed to make him hotter and harder. Ayase felt like screaming out in aggravation. His body was ready and waiting for Kanou, but he was no where around.
Well, it wasn't like he couldn't do it himself…
He shook his head, embarrassed by such an idea. Then again, Kanou had liked to watch him touch himself sometimes. His gaze would be filled with desire as he whispered all kinds of dirty things into Ayase's ear, showing him where to touch and how to-
Ayase groaned at the memories, his body throbbing. Still unsure, he cupped himself through the thin material of his pajama bottoms. A soft moan escaped his lips as he teased himself, the pleasure from such a feather light touch almost too much to bear.
Thoughts of any embarrassment grew hazy as Ayase stroked himself, moaning wantonly as images of heat and desire played behind his tightly shut eyes. Kanou always knew how to make him feel so good. It was amazing, and frightening, that something that was supposed to be wrong could feel so wonderful.
Ayase fell back against the pillows, writhing and groaning as he stroked himself faster, his hips bucking unabashedly against his hand. His skin was slick with sweat, breathing erratic as pleasure hummed through his veins.
Idly, a part of him was aware of how humiliating he probably looked. Touching himself while thinking of Kanou, when only hours before he had so harshly told him he didn't need him. That was such a lie, obvious in the tears he had cried and the way his body now burned with tantalizing images of sweat and sex.
"Ah!...K-Kanou! Uh! AH!"
Ayase's backed arched as an all to familiar wetness coated his hands and lap. Dizzy and spent, he laid sprawled upon the rumpled bed sheets, trying to slow his racing heart and labored breathing.
As the haze of lust finally cleared, Ayase blushed darkly, looking down at his soiled cloths in disbelief. Did he really just do that? Hurriedly, he grabbed a tissue from a box near the bed and wiped his hand. Apparently he had…
Frowning, he climbed out of bed and, stripping down, hopped into the shower. He felt so agitated and wanted to yell or punch through the wall, which was something since he was usually so mild tempered. And the fact that his body still felt out of sorts wasn't helping either. Ayase knew there would be emotional and mental repercussions when he left, but such a physical demand from his body was a little disconcerting.
"What did you do to me Kanou?" he whispered tiredly, resting his head against the cool tile of the shower stall.
After his shower, Ayase wandered into his room feeling exhausted but knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Glancing at his alarm clock, he decided to just get ready for work.
As he set water on the stove to boil for tea, Ayase slumped against the counter, absentmindedly watching the light in the kitchen brighten as the sun steadily rose, praying to any Gods that would listen that his day would at least be better.
A/N: Hey! A chapter that didn't end with someone going to sleep! Hahaha! In fact, it was more like he was woken up.... ;D
Anway, The lyrics for this chapter are probably my favorite so far. Its 'Bed of Roses' by Bon Jovi, though I prefer the version that Hinder sang. It's such a beautiful and sad song. Its about a man whose losing the only one he's ever loved to the call of fame and a life of drugs and alcohol. It's somehow sweet while still being depressing…
So, in this chapter Gion makes an appearance. But I really am not planning for him to show up much more. I hope people aren't mad by the lack of Someya at this point. I know she's usually the one Kanou goes to when he needs Ayase advice, but right now Kanou feels too betrayed to seek her help. I mean, she helped his only reason for living escape! And now Gion is on his ass too! D: Poor Kanou has no friends…but that's his entire fault for being a selfish bastard.
This really was the whole point I was trying to make for this chapter. That Kanou's selfishness is what holds him back from seeing that he deeply hurt the only person he truly cares about. His intentions where good, but his attitude and planning are all wrong.
Well, anywho, I'll cut my ramblings there for now. For the last word though I just want to say that my next update won't be as soon. I'm taking a little holiday to work on some important stuff. But when I do return, chapter seven shall be EPIC! :3
P.S. For all of you that care, Shochu is like a Japanese version of vodka.
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