Heat Guy J Fan Fiction ❯ In A Different Light ❯ Chapter 20
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By: talxthorn 
Anime/Manga: Heat Guy J Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.06.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Heat Guy J Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.06.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 159 | 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 20
Closing his eyes, Clair half-turned to Giovanni. “Leave those two here.” He took hold of Aura’s arm. “And,” he looked at Mitchal as he climbed into the car. “Take us back to the Casino.”
“Ohh, the Casino,” Aura purred. “Guess you want to show me a really good time.” His hand slid down and lightly touched Clair’s crotch indicating he meant to give him a hand job in the car if he were so inclined. “That’s not necessary. Maybe we can have a go at the slots,” he bit Clair’s ear and whispered, “after you have a go at mine.”
Clair reluctantly removed Aura’s hand from his crotch and waited while Giovanni and Ian unloaded Tony from the trunk. Ian’s head appeared in the window. “What should we do with them, Master Clair?”
“Just leave them I want to get home,” Clair replied, eyes not leaving Aura.
Ian’s eyes scanned the man with Clair and indicated to Mitchal that he should join them. “This’ll only take a couple minutes, Master Clair.”
“What do you think, Ian?” Giovanni asked as he wrestled Tony out of the trunk.
“Don’t know. Except for the black hair, it looks like him, but…” He shrugged and moved to help Giovanni.
“Mater Clair,” Mitchal asked as gentle as he could. “Who’s your new friend?” He started the car but could do little to hide his worry. “I’m not sure he’s the company you need right now. You need to deal with Diasuke’s death.” There he said it because Giovanni wouldn’t or couldn’t.
“Mitchal,” Clair leaned up to talk softly to the man. “Look at him. It is Dice. He’s not dead. He just can’t remember me right now. But I’ll fix that. I’ll remind him. Take us back to the Casino and you’ll see. He’ll remember.” The Vampire had a crazed tone to his voice and his eyes were wide, pleading with Mitchal to understand him.
Mitchal sighed. “If you say so but wasn’t Diasuke a blonde?”
Aura didn’t want to lose this mark. “Actually, I can dye it back if you want. I was just trying something new. Mine comes from a bottle. Can’t you tell, sweetie? I doubt that orange is natural.”
Mitchal slapped away Aura’s hand twirling his curls. “You aren’t helping.” Of course, the body guard reminded himself, the prostitute just wanted to help himself to Clair’s money. He closed his eyes as he heard Giovanni and Ian return to the car. When had he become so cynical. Usually he gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was Dais. That was the romantic view. The view he wanted to take.
“Let him be,” Clair drew Aura back. “Mitchal’s touchy about his pretty hair.” He idly stroked the other man’s hair. “I liked you better blonde,” he said softly.
Ian and Giovanni exchanged concerned glances as they got in.
“Let’s get going, Mitchal,” Ian said tersely as he settled into the front seat. Giovanni had taken the back seat, trapping Aura between himself and Clair. The older man looked extremely unhappy as he fished out his cell phone and dialed.
“Your friend’s a bit uptight.” Aura commented wishing the bigger man had sat up front. “Kind of cramping my style.” He looked at Giovanni with distaste. Finally, he threw a leather clad leg over Giovanni and leaned back into Clair’s lap. He undid the buckle on his pants and attempted to guide Clair’s hand to doing more.
Giovanni pushed Aura’s leg off him and gave Clair a chilling look. “Master Clair, maybe we should find you a more appropriate way to relieve your…suffering.” He drew out a slim case from the inside of his jacket.
“Later, Giovanni.” He was busy petting Aura’s bared belly and seemed oblivious to the rest of the world.
“Yeah, later, Giovanni. I’m all the drug he needs.” Aura replaced his leg enjoying Clair’s touch. “So, baby, you got a room at this casino or what? Must be friends with Judoh’s Vampire cause he’s got the only casino in town.”
Clair smiled. “A nice suite, yeah.” He answered. He had to play along for a while. Until he figured out what he was going to do. “How much would it cost me to keep you all weekend?”
“For you, honey, I’m willing to negotiate the price on Monday morning.” It occurred to Aura this would be a place to stay that wasn’t the street plus who knew what he could get out of this guy. Not to mention the guy was way too hot to pay for it…unless the guy was a real freak. “If that’s not too much of a risk for you.” He had to feel him out. There was the question of how his boyfriend had wound up dead after all.
Clair grinned, “ No such thing as too much,” he laughed as he drew Aura up closer. “The only catch is you can’t leave my rooms alone.” He teased Aura’s lips with his finger. “Sound fair?”
Aura drew the finger in a little and traced his tongue over it. He was only half joking when he finally said, “Fair enough, just promise me these rooms of yours don’t have bars in the windows or anything.”
For a flicker of a moment, Mitchal worried for the whore’s well-being as well.
Clair grinned. “No bars on the windows. And no shackles on the bed…yet.”
“Yet, huh? Guess I’ll have to be just awful to earn those.” Aura found flirting with this guy too easy.
Mitchal noticed Ian’s face. “Was Daisuke that playful?” He asked under his breath. “Cause damn that sounded like him.”
Ian nodded, and glanced back, unable to avoid seeing an angry Giovanni. Then he turned back to staring at the road. “It’s kinda creepy.”
“Hope we get there soon, honey.” A devil of a smile. “And I’m pretty sure you do too.”
“Though I think,” Mitchal said only to Ian, “The boss might try to make him disappear if Master Clair turns his back on him, if you know what I mean.”
“Wasn’t that always a concern?” Ian replied.
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 20
Closing his eyes, Clair half-turned to Giovanni. “Leave those two here.” He took hold of Aura’s arm. “And,” he looked at Mitchal as he climbed into the car. “Take us back to the Casino.”
“Ohh, the Casino,” Aura purred. “Guess you want to show me a really good time.” His hand slid down and lightly touched Clair’s crotch indicating he meant to give him a hand job in the car if he were so inclined. “That’s not necessary. Maybe we can have a go at the slots,” he bit Clair’s ear and whispered, “after you have a go at mine.”
Clair reluctantly removed Aura’s hand from his crotch and waited while Giovanni and Ian unloaded Tony from the trunk. Ian’s head appeared in the window. “What should we do with them, Master Clair?”
“Just leave them I want to get home,” Clair replied, eyes not leaving Aura.
Ian’s eyes scanned the man with Clair and indicated to Mitchal that he should join them. “This’ll only take a couple minutes, Master Clair.”
“What do you think, Ian?” Giovanni asked as he wrestled Tony out of the trunk.
“Don’t know. Except for the black hair, it looks like him, but…” He shrugged and moved to help Giovanni.
“Mater Clair,” Mitchal asked as gentle as he could. “Who’s your new friend?” He started the car but could do little to hide his worry. “I’m not sure he’s the company you need right now. You need to deal with Diasuke’s death.” There he said it because Giovanni wouldn’t or couldn’t.
“Mitchal,” Clair leaned up to talk softly to the man. “Look at him. It is Dice. He’s not dead. He just can’t remember me right now. But I’ll fix that. I’ll remind him. Take us back to the Casino and you’ll see. He’ll remember.” The Vampire had a crazed tone to his voice and his eyes were wide, pleading with Mitchal to understand him.
Mitchal sighed. “If you say so but wasn’t Diasuke a blonde?”
Aura didn’t want to lose this mark. “Actually, I can dye it back if you want. I was just trying something new. Mine comes from a bottle. Can’t you tell, sweetie? I doubt that orange is natural.”
Mitchal slapped away Aura’s hand twirling his curls. “You aren’t helping.” Of course, the body guard reminded himself, the prostitute just wanted to help himself to Clair’s money. He closed his eyes as he heard Giovanni and Ian return to the car. When had he become so cynical. Usually he gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was Dais. That was the romantic view. The view he wanted to take.
“Let him be,” Clair drew Aura back. “Mitchal’s touchy about his pretty hair.” He idly stroked the other man’s hair. “I liked you better blonde,” he said softly.
Ian and Giovanni exchanged concerned glances as they got in.
“Let’s get going, Mitchal,” Ian said tersely as he settled into the front seat. Giovanni had taken the back seat, trapping Aura between himself and Clair. The older man looked extremely unhappy as he fished out his cell phone and dialed.
“Your friend’s a bit uptight.” Aura commented wishing the bigger man had sat up front. “Kind of cramping my style.” He looked at Giovanni with distaste. Finally, he threw a leather clad leg over Giovanni and leaned back into Clair’s lap. He undid the buckle on his pants and attempted to guide Clair’s hand to doing more.
Giovanni pushed Aura’s leg off him and gave Clair a chilling look. “Master Clair, maybe we should find you a more appropriate way to relieve your…suffering.” He drew out a slim case from the inside of his jacket.
“Later, Giovanni.” He was busy petting Aura’s bared belly and seemed oblivious to the rest of the world.
“Yeah, later, Giovanni. I’m all the drug he needs.” Aura replaced his leg enjoying Clair’s touch. “So, baby, you got a room at this casino or what? Must be friends with Judoh’s Vampire cause he’s got the only casino in town.”
Clair smiled. “A nice suite, yeah.” He answered. He had to play along for a while. Until he figured out what he was going to do. “How much would it cost me to keep you all weekend?”
“For you, honey, I’m willing to negotiate the price on Monday morning.” It occurred to Aura this would be a place to stay that wasn’t the street plus who knew what he could get out of this guy. Not to mention the guy was way too hot to pay for it…unless the guy was a real freak. “If that’s not too much of a risk for you.” He had to feel him out. There was the question of how his boyfriend had wound up dead after all.
Clair grinned, “ No such thing as too much,” he laughed as he drew Aura up closer. “The only catch is you can’t leave my rooms alone.” He teased Aura’s lips with his finger. “Sound fair?”
Aura drew the finger in a little and traced his tongue over it. He was only half joking when he finally said, “Fair enough, just promise me these rooms of yours don’t have bars in the windows or anything.”
For a flicker of a moment, Mitchal worried for the whore’s well-being as well.
Clair grinned. “No bars on the windows. And no shackles on the bed…yet.”
“Yet, huh? Guess I’ll have to be just awful to earn those.” Aura found flirting with this guy too easy.
Mitchal noticed Ian’s face. “Was Daisuke that playful?” He asked under his breath. “Cause damn that sounded like him.”
Ian nodded, and glanced back, unable to avoid seeing an angry Giovanni. Then he turned back to staring at the road. “It’s kinda creepy.”
“Hope we get there soon, honey.” A devil of a smile. “And I’m pretty sure you do too.”
“Though I think,” Mitchal said only to Ian, “The boss might try to make him disappear if Master Clair turns his back on him, if you know what I mean.”
“Wasn’t that always a concern?” Ian replied.