Heat Guy J Fan Fiction ❯ In A Different Light ❯ Chapter 19
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By: talxthorn 
Anime/Manga: Heat Guy J Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 183 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Heat Guy J Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 183 | Status: Work In Progress
TITLE: In a Different Light
AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)
FANDOM: Heat Guy J
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Yaoi, BDSM, some Non-con in later chapters, Blatant Drug use, violence
(both sexual and non-sexual)
SUMMARY: Clair Leonelli is targeted by a sniper & Daisuke is called in to act a
bodyguard for him. Main Pairing Clair X Daisuke. Some others implied.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place after Dais and Clair face off on top of the Vita
building, but before Episode #16 (Target). Liberties were taken with characters’ pasts but
with only 26 episodes total we believe there is room for that. Reviews are greatly
appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own them, not making any money off them.
Chapter 19
“Those fit okay?”
He still couldn’t remember what he’d done to get in the dumpster but at least he
was breathing. Luckily the first person to come across him had been a fellow
professional not a cop or a customer who thought he could get something for nothing.
“Hey,” a shaggy red head popped in the doorway. “You never did tell me your
name. Or can’t you remember that either?”
“Aura,” the older, formerly blonde man stated as he finished brushing out his
recently dyed black hair. Whatever had been in his hair and he really didn’t want to think
about what it had been, had faded his natural color in places. He needed money and
wasn’t going to get his asking price with a mess like that. Some with the clothes he’d
been wearing. They’d been destroyed.
“Well, that’s something. And I wouldn’t worry, you’re not going to have any
trouble out there. That look is flawless.”
Appraising himself in the mirror, Aura nodded. “I like the dark purple leather
pants but instead of this boring top,” he pulled off the mock turtleneck as he spoke. “Let
me show you a trick. Got some scissors?”
“Uh, ok. I’m still kinda new to this sort of… so…” the red head handed over a
pair of scissors.
Aura cut the high collar off and half the shirt’s length. He put it back on and let
the much smaller garment hang off one shoulder. “See, in this business you need to
almost go so far as to give them a free show. You’ll make a lot more if you are already
near naked in their mind. Then they can’t wait to get their meaty hands on you or their
greasy cocks in you.”
“You make it all so romantic,” his benefactor muttered, watching him grab up a
fake rhinestone belt.
Aura positioned the belt to practically point to his ass. “The idea is to get them
thinking about what a hot fuck you are before you offer.”
“Giovanni,” Clair said softly as he leaned forward from the back seat, poking his
head between Giovanni and Mitchal. Ian sat in back, his gun casually trained on Charlie.
Tony wouldn’t fit in the back with the rest of them, so they’d stuffed him in the trunk.
Boma, Romeo and Edmundo had set off on their own search for Daisuke. “Giovanni,”
Clair repeated insistently.
“What is it, Master Clair?” Giovanni spoke but his eyes never stopped scouring
the sides of the street.
“I need some. I know you have it,” the Vampire’s face was drawn tight, his eyes
rimmed with red from unshed tears and underscored with dark marks of exhaustion.
“Master Clair,” Giovanni started, glancing quickly at Mitchal and Ian for help.
Mitchal kept one hand steady on the wheel, his other reached over and gave
Giovanni’s leg a quick squeeze. It was a gesture of support and deference. He wasn’t
sure what he would do, but if anyone could make the right choice about whether or not to
give Clair the drugs he craved, it would be Giovanni.
“Not right now, Master Clair,” Giovanni said softly. “After we find him, ok?”
“No, not okay,” Clair grabbed Giovanni’s shoulder. “I’m the fucking Vampire
and if I say I want it, it is your duty to give it to me!” Clair sat back in the seat, glaring
out the window. “Isn’t that why my father picked you out of the garbage?”
Giovanni didn’t flinch though the words hurt. “I suppose it is, Master Clair,” he
muttered. “Turn here, Mitchal.”
Mitchal turned his head after he turned the car. Sad eyes moved from Ian to Clair.
“Master Clair, you’re angry and that’s understandable. But that’s no reason to say such
horrible things.” He finished softly. “Do you want to go check it out or stay in the car,
sir? We’ll go or if you want to have a moment alone, we can wait.”
As the car stopped, a frantic pounding could be heard from the trunk.
“Shut up, you tubby bastard!” Clair yelled as he got out of the car and banged on
the trunk. “I swear I can still shoot you!” He stood, trying not to let his pained arm and
shoulder slow him down. “Stay here. I’ll just be a minute.”
“Is he going to be alright?” Charlie suddenly asked Ian. “I’m sure this is where
Raymund brought the guy. If he’s really like in love with the guy should you just let him
go?”
Of course, the dumpster didn’t have what Clair was dreading. In fact the only
sign anyone had been there was a leather thigh high boot. The one Aura had left behind
with the broken heel.
From across the street, Aura poked his new young friend. “Look at that car. You
want it?”
Shaking his red head the younger boy said, “no pal, you need it more than I do.”
“Appreciate it.” Aura gave a little wave as he crossed the street. He began a not
so subtle walk towards but not too close to the red sports car.
“Might not even be a body,” Charlie was saying. “Out here they don’t like the
cops popping in unexpected. Those whores are ruthless. Might have ransacked the body
and threw it in the sewer for the rats.”
The cold barrel of Ian’s gun pressed firmly into the soft flesh just under Charlie’s
chin. “Don’t say things like that out loud.” He warned.
Clair turned back slowly, his uninjured arm reaching behind his back for his gun.
“You said this was the place…” He took a menacing step towards the car, his face a
frightening sight. Pain, anger and desperation contorted his features as he stared at
Charlie.
“It was, Mr. Vampire, I swear!” Charlie was sweating now, fearing the worst.
“Uh…” He stumbled over his words. “Was there, you know, anything that might
confirm that he’d been there earlier?”
Aura had a cigarette in hand and was approaching the car in the guise of needing a
light. Upon seeing the spectacle, he decided against it. Though he was torn. The one
guy holding the gun was neatly dressed. Guns could mean worthless thugs. Guns and
fine suits meant money.
“A boot,” Clair growled. “But no proof it’s his.” He leaned into the car, waving
his gun casually. “Are you certain this is the place, Charlie? You aren’t just trying to
avoid being shot, are you?” Clair asked, far too sweetly.
“Master Clair,” Giovanni spoke, reaching out to still Claire’s arm. “Let’s just go
back to the casino. I’ll call Boma and Diasuke’s cop friends…” Clair gave Giovanni a
cold look that made the bodyguard wonder if he was going to shot him next.
“If it was red, sir,” Charlie swallowed hard. “It’s part of the get-up Raymund put
him in after he OD-ed.”
Another not quite as expensive looking car pulled up behind Claire’s.
“Hey, chickie, need a sugar daddy?” An attractively dressed if not so attractive
looking man called out to Aura.
Smelling money, Aura called back as he abandoned his first mark. “That depends.
I’m not going cheap but I’ll do just about anything or let you if the price interests me,
honey.”
Clair’s head shot out of the car and he stared at the streetwalker. “Dice?” he
dropped his gun in Giovanni’s lap and took a couple steps towards him. “Diasuke?” He
called out, wondering if his ears were starting to play tricks on him.
“Master Clair?” Giovanni got out of the car, worried that the Vampire was
starting to go off the deep end.
“Well,” Aura set a tantalizing hand on his hip. “You’re prettier than him. Sure,
honey, if the price is right you can call me Diasuke.”
Clair’s hands rose up to push the black hair away from his face. “You…” he
stared, unbelieving at the face. “Dice, don’t you recognize me?”
“Honey, if you had a bad break-up or something, I can make you forget.” Aura
had no idea who the guy was but there was something undeniably magnetic about him.
“How about we go somewhere. I’ll be really good to you.” He ran a finger over Claire’s
lip ring. “Or maybe you want to be really nasty to me?”
AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)
FANDOM: Heat Guy J
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Yaoi, BDSM, some Non-con in later chapters, Blatant Drug use, violence
(both sexual and non-sexual)
SUMMARY: Clair Leonelli is targeted by a sniper & Daisuke is called in to act a
bodyguard for him. Main Pairing Clair X Daisuke. Some others implied.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place after Dais and Clair face off on top of the Vita
building, but before Episode #16 (Target). Liberties were taken with characters’ pasts but
with only 26 episodes total we believe there is room for that. Reviews are greatly
appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own them, not making any money off them.
Chapter 19
“Those fit okay?”
He still couldn’t remember what he’d done to get in the dumpster but at least he
was breathing. Luckily the first person to come across him had been a fellow
professional not a cop or a customer who thought he could get something for nothing.
“Hey,” a shaggy red head popped in the doorway. “You never did tell me your
name. Or can’t you remember that either?”
“Aura,” the older, formerly blonde man stated as he finished brushing out his
recently dyed black hair. Whatever had been in his hair and he really didn’t want to think
about what it had been, had faded his natural color in places. He needed money and
wasn’t going to get his asking price with a mess like that. Some with the clothes he’d
been wearing. They’d been destroyed.
“Well, that’s something. And I wouldn’t worry, you’re not going to have any
trouble out there. That look is flawless.”
Appraising himself in the mirror, Aura nodded. “I like the dark purple leather
pants but instead of this boring top,” he pulled off the mock turtleneck as he spoke. “Let
me show you a trick. Got some scissors?”
“Uh, ok. I’m still kinda new to this sort of… so…” the red head handed over a
pair of scissors.
Aura cut the high collar off and half the shirt’s length. He put it back on and let
the much smaller garment hang off one shoulder. “See, in this business you need to
almost go so far as to give them a free show. You’ll make a lot more if you are already
near naked in their mind. Then they can’t wait to get their meaty hands on you or their
greasy cocks in you.”
“You make it all so romantic,” his benefactor muttered, watching him grab up a
fake rhinestone belt.
Aura positioned the belt to practically point to his ass. “The idea is to get them
thinking about what a hot fuck you are before you offer.”
“Giovanni,” Clair said softly as he leaned forward from the back seat, poking his
head between Giovanni and Mitchal. Ian sat in back, his gun casually trained on Charlie.
Tony wouldn’t fit in the back with the rest of them, so they’d stuffed him in the trunk.
Boma, Romeo and Edmundo had set off on their own search for Daisuke. “Giovanni,”
Clair repeated insistently.
“What is it, Master Clair?” Giovanni spoke but his eyes never stopped scouring
the sides of the street.
“I need some. I know you have it,” the Vampire’s face was drawn tight, his eyes
rimmed with red from unshed tears and underscored with dark marks of exhaustion.
“Master Clair,” Giovanni started, glancing quickly at Mitchal and Ian for help.
Mitchal kept one hand steady on the wheel, his other reached over and gave
Giovanni’s leg a quick squeeze. It was a gesture of support and deference. He wasn’t
sure what he would do, but if anyone could make the right choice about whether or not to
give Clair the drugs he craved, it would be Giovanni.
“Not right now, Master Clair,” Giovanni said softly. “After we find him, ok?”
“No, not okay,” Clair grabbed Giovanni’s shoulder. “I’m the fucking Vampire
and if I say I want it, it is your duty to give it to me!” Clair sat back in the seat, glaring
out the window. “Isn’t that why my father picked you out of the garbage?”
Giovanni didn’t flinch though the words hurt. “I suppose it is, Master Clair,” he
muttered. “Turn here, Mitchal.”
Mitchal turned his head after he turned the car. Sad eyes moved from Ian to Clair.
“Master Clair, you’re angry and that’s understandable. But that’s no reason to say such
horrible things.” He finished softly. “Do you want to go check it out or stay in the car,
sir? We’ll go or if you want to have a moment alone, we can wait.”
As the car stopped, a frantic pounding could be heard from the trunk.
“Shut up, you tubby bastard!” Clair yelled as he got out of the car and banged on
the trunk. “I swear I can still shoot you!” He stood, trying not to let his pained arm and
shoulder slow him down. “Stay here. I’ll just be a minute.”
“Is he going to be alright?” Charlie suddenly asked Ian. “I’m sure this is where
Raymund brought the guy. If he’s really like in love with the guy should you just let him
go?”
Of course, the dumpster didn’t have what Clair was dreading. In fact the only
sign anyone had been there was a leather thigh high boot. The one Aura had left behind
with the broken heel.
From across the street, Aura poked his new young friend. “Look at that car. You
want it?”
Shaking his red head the younger boy said, “no pal, you need it more than I do.”
“Appreciate it.” Aura gave a little wave as he crossed the street. He began a not
so subtle walk towards but not too close to the red sports car.
“Might not even be a body,” Charlie was saying. “Out here they don’t like the
cops popping in unexpected. Those whores are ruthless. Might have ransacked the body
and threw it in the sewer for the rats.”
The cold barrel of Ian’s gun pressed firmly into the soft flesh just under Charlie’s
chin. “Don’t say things like that out loud.” He warned.
Clair turned back slowly, his uninjured arm reaching behind his back for his gun.
“You said this was the place…” He took a menacing step towards the car, his face a
frightening sight. Pain, anger and desperation contorted his features as he stared at
Charlie.
“It was, Mr. Vampire, I swear!” Charlie was sweating now, fearing the worst.
“Uh…” He stumbled over his words. “Was there, you know, anything that might
confirm that he’d been there earlier?”
Aura had a cigarette in hand and was approaching the car in the guise of needing a
light. Upon seeing the spectacle, he decided against it. Though he was torn. The one
guy holding the gun was neatly dressed. Guns could mean worthless thugs. Guns and
fine suits meant money.
“A boot,” Clair growled. “But no proof it’s his.” He leaned into the car, waving
his gun casually. “Are you certain this is the place, Charlie? You aren’t just trying to
avoid being shot, are you?” Clair asked, far too sweetly.
“Master Clair,” Giovanni spoke, reaching out to still Claire’s arm. “Let’s just go
back to the casino. I’ll call Boma and Diasuke’s cop friends…” Clair gave Giovanni a
cold look that made the bodyguard wonder if he was going to shot him next.
“If it was red, sir,” Charlie swallowed hard. “It’s part of the get-up Raymund put
him in after he OD-ed.”
Another not quite as expensive looking car pulled up behind Claire’s.
“Hey, chickie, need a sugar daddy?” An attractively dressed if not so attractive
looking man called out to Aura.
Smelling money, Aura called back as he abandoned his first mark. “That depends.
I’m not going cheap but I’ll do just about anything or let you if the price interests me,
honey.”
Clair’s head shot out of the car and he stared at the streetwalker. “Dice?” he
dropped his gun in Giovanni’s lap and took a couple steps towards him. “Diasuke?” He
called out, wondering if his ears were starting to play tricks on him.
“Master Clair?” Giovanni got out of the car, worried that the Vampire was
starting to go off the deep end.
“Well,” Aura set a tantalizing hand on his hip. “You’re prettier than him. Sure,
honey, if the price is right you can call me Diasuke.”
Clair’s hands rose up to push the black hair away from his face. “You…” he
stared, unbelieving at the face. “Dice, don’t you recognize me?”
“Honey, if you had a bad break-up or something, I can make you forget.” Aura
had no idea who the guy was but there was something undeniably magnetic about him.
“How about we go somewhere. I’ll be really good to you.” He ran a finger over Claire’s
lip ring. “Or maybe you want to be really nasty to me?”