Heat Guy J Fan Fiction ❯ In A Different Light ❯ Chapter 21

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 21

 

 

 

Clair shooed his bodyguards as he led Aura into the hall that lead to the elevator to his private rooms on the top floor of the casino. “You hungry?” He asked as they waited for the elevator. He paused and grinned. “I sound like an idiot, don't I?”

“It just makes you more adorable, baby.” Aura flipped away a blue strand of hair that had fallen in Clair's face. “Is the food good here?” Aura couldn't remember his last meal. His eyes flitted to the floor somewhat embarrassed by his lack of self-sufficiency. “We could have some brought up in a little while, maybe.”

“The food's first rate,” Clair said in his off-handed `I am the Vampire, I own the world' tone. “I only hire the best.” He stepped into the elevator and slid open a small panel. Pressing his thumb onto the scanner beneath, the lighted panel sprung to life, saying “PRIVATE FLOORS- - ACCESS GRANTED.”

“You only hire the best?” Aura blinked away his shock. “Well, aren't you full of surprises? Oh well, guess I can let you spoil me rotten for the weekend AND pay me. So,” he leaned against the back of the elevator every movement pure mischief. “How about I start earning some of this royal treatment?”

“You really aren't that different,” Clair muttered, moving to stand in front of Aura. “So, what exactly can you do to earn your keep? AND the ungodly amount of money you're gonna charge me come Monday morning?”

Using both hands, Aura rolled Clair's shirt up to expose his belly button as he slowly bent his luxuriously long legs so he could brush first his lips then his tongue along the Vampire's lower abs, paying special attention to any place that dipped slightly, knowing it would be sensitive.

Shuddering, Clair leaned forward, using his good arm to hold himself up as his injured one found Aura's soft dyed hair and softly started to pet him. He closed his eyes and imagined that his fingers were running through wild sunshine yellow hair. Clair drew a deep breath and laid his head against his arm, barely holding himself up.

“Mmm… Dice… My Daisuke,” he moaned as the heat from Aura's lips spread through his body.

I wish I were this Daisuke guy, Aura thought as he undid Clair's pants. One hand reached up to play with a nipple. Purring loud enough to be heard, Aura cautioned, “you should find something to lean on, baby. Once I start sucking you off, you'll need it.”

“Clair,” he said, turning to lean against the wall. “My name is Clair. Not baby or honey or anything else.” He took a moment to look into the other man's face. He closed his eyes for a moment. It was Daisuke's face, yet not Daisuke. He couldn't deal with that right now.

“Clair,” Aura breathed out in a practiced whispered prayer. He slid Clair's pants down as the younger man shifted. He looked up to meet Clair's eyes as he said “Clair” again with soft hunger. Then he set himself to work with slinky movements, his mouth greedily closing over Clair's cock. Digging into his bag of tricks, he began to suck and tongue the Vampire's balls as if he were assaulting a mouth with a desperate kiss.

“When you want to please a man,” some demanding client had informed him after a severe beating. “Don't think about his cock when you suck him off. I want you to imagine my cock is your lover's mouth that you are desperate to kiss.”

Pictures he couldn't grasp flashed by. A smoky bar. No, it was a club. Being pinned against a wall, his mouth being deliciously violated with a kiss he couldn't live without. If only he could remember who made him feel like that. Using the scattered memories, he continued to give Clair his own form of pleasure.

Clair's whole world went fuzzy, the sensations overwhelming his mind. The sheer force of the raw need that filled him would have been frightening if he had been allowed to dwell on it. But there was no room for thought as he sank his fingers into Aura's hair and let him do what he was obviously so good at.

He didn't want to give him too much. Nor did Aura want to be seen as a one trick pony. He wanted to reel the younger man in. Some sloppy tongue and strong nips along Clair's shaft, a few teasing breaths and… Break the grip on his hair and back away. Stay totally seductive but frustratingly off limits. That was the way to go.

He pressed a few buttons on the elevator so they'd stop at various floors. Then with a gleam of a smile, he stood in front of the doors and began to peel out of his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Clair demanded, eyes snapping open and glaring at Aura. He grinned, seeing the lit up buttons and the start of a drawn out strip tease. “I'm taking a grand off your final price for every person who sees you.” He threatened, eyes narrowing as he stared at the whore who looked so much like his Daisuke.

“We'll see,” Aura began to touch himself in the most innocent of ways. Hands just running the length of his body. This got more and more frenzied and more and more obscene as the whore turned as the elevator door opened. He bent over reaching one hand over his back, one under his leg so he could mock finger his own ass over the supple leather for Clair's viewing pleasure.

Fortunately, this floor was empty but the open door made Clair painfully aware of his own exposure. Taking a moment to put himself to rights, he stepped forward one hand falling roughly onto Aura's ass. “You will have to be taught manners fitting your role, aren't you?”

“My role?” Aura began to grind his ass in reaction to Clair's hand. “Is to be a sexy showpiece that lets himself be fucked anywhere, anyway his buyer wishes,” he challenged. “Therefore, my manners suck. It's not my fault I'm not ashamed of that.”

“We'll work on that,” Clair promised. “And we'll work on making sure that your clientele consists of just one very spoiled little rich boy.” He leaned over to lick the back of Aura's neck.

“Well, I guess there are worse things you could spend your money on.” Aura faltered for a moment as the door opened again and every hair on the back of his neck raised when Clair's tongue made contact. By chance, it was another empty floor.

Clair's good arm slid around Aura's waist, pulling him back against his chest. The Vampire found the tender place under Aura's ear and began a lazy teasing with his tongue and hot breath.

He's different. That was a dangerous thought. Attractive or no, all buyers were the same. All buyers want one thing. Aura knew that but still he wanted to buy into the fantasy of love. “Let me be Daisuke for you, Clair.” It wasn't a tease or a ploy. The streetwalker wanted more, wanted to be more.

“You're an idiot if you believe yourself to be anything else,” Claire muttered, his hands teasing Aura's chest, his injured arm not moving too far from the waist of his pants. The wounds were starting to ache again. He needed to get to his rooms and the painkillers there.

“That feels so good, Clair.” Aura let the illusion wash over him. “I can tell you're hurting though or I'm sure you'd have done something about this.” He grabbed and led Clair's hand to his groin. Then he used Clair's hand to give himself a slight bit of relief.

Clair's fingers clenched as Aura pulled on his injured arm. “Let go,” he hissed through his teeth. The sudden jab of pain was blurring his vision, making Clair cling with his good arm.

Aura did so quickly as if Clair had burned him. Suddenly, Clair felt a whole lot heavier as he leaned on him. “Hey, hun. You're not gonna die on me or nothing, are you?”

“No,” Clair pulled away and returned to leaning against the wall. “I'm not going to die. Not yet, anyway.” He drew in a deep breath. “It's just a flesh wound that still tender.”

Aura moved quickly, unbuttoning Clair's shirt before he could protest. “Tender? It looks fresh. Clair, did you get shot tonight? What business do you have picking up whores? You should be in bed or something.” He looked it over. “If that had been a little more to the right, you'd never use that arm again. How the hell do I know that? Never mind. Maybe you should rest. I'll take a rain check, sweetie.”

Clair's hand moved to cover Aura's mouth. “Not another word about it. Do you understand?” He glared darkly at Aura. “It'll heal. And once I get to my rooms and get something for the pain, we'll get on about our plans. Is that clear?”

Aura nodded, eyes locking with Clair's. “Sure, honey. Whatever you want,” came out kind of muffled behind Clair's hand.

“Good boy,” Clair removed his hand, replacing it with a hungry mouth.

The elevator stopped at the Vampire's floor, patiently holding the door open. After a few long minutes, it began to beep. Reluctantly, Aura broke the kiss. “I think that's us. Do you need a…” He stopped himself. “Lead the way.”

Clair pushed past Aura and headed out into the corridor that wound its way through the myriad of offices & vault rooms to end finally with the Vampire's private rooms. Another thumbprint panel and they entered the luxurious rooms.

“Wait out here,” Clair ordered, heading for the bathroom and his stash of drugs.

“Don't have to tell me twice,” Aura murmured, stretching out on a comfy but slightly too short lounge, his feet dangling over the end.

Pausing inside the bathroom, Clair took several long deep breaths before rummaging through his cabinet for the strongest stuff he had. Three pills and a vial of blue goo later, he headed out to finish what he had started with the whore. With Daisuke.

Hearing him approach, Aura called from where he was comfortably perched. “Better now? If not, I can wait while you take a nap. Hell, I could just fall asleep right here. Your bed must be sweet.”

“Better than that cot you call a bed,” Clair replied, standing over Aura, violet eyes looking a little crazed. “But we'll get to the bed soon enough.”

He leaned down and kissed Aura, his hands finding firm hold on the whore's dyed hair.