Heat Guy J Fan Fiction ❯ In A Different Light ❯ Chapter 22

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 22

 

Clair leaned down and kissed Aura, his hands finding firm hold in the whore's dyed hair. He used the leverage to pull Aura up into a sitting position. Noting the sudden change in Clair but not caring, Aura surrendered to this kiss. This time. His hands came up reacting to the staggering kiss by tracing up and down Clair's arms.

Pulling back and laughing, Clair dropped Aura back down on the lounge. He ran his hands over the bared flesh of his chest and set to work on removing the whore's leather pants.

Trying to be helpful instead of recoiling or cumming (he couldn't decide which) from Clair's laugh, Aura said simply, “they snap up the side, you know.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Clair produced a thin switchblade, flicking it open expertly. “But this will be so much more earthily pleasing.” He grinned evilly, sliding the blade beneath the waistband of Aura's pants. “Don't twitch.”

“This is me not twitching,” Aura responded, barely keeping his voice or himself steady.

“Good boy,” Clair's hand moved slowly, the blade cutting the leather smoothly. The leather curled away, revealing smooth white flesh ever so slowly.

“You know,” Aura murmured, doing his best to be a smart ass. “Those aren't even mine.” Just don't let him slip with that knife or I'll have to find a new line of work. “So, you sure you're up for this, honey? A lot of drugs can make a cock, even a hot one like yours, useless.”

“I just turned 19 and come from a mostly Italian bloodline,” Clair grinned, pausing with the switchblade. “It'd take a hell of a lot of drugs to slow me or my cock down.”

“Then could you hurry up with that before your hungry Italian cock makes you twitch.” Aura grumbled. He could feel the chill of the blade, one heartbeat away from his skin.

“Rushing makes sloppy work,” Clair replied, returning to his torturously slow work. He got by Aura's cock without slipping and continued down his leg, quite intent on slicing away the entirety of the leather.

He's almost done. And then he'll have the crazy out of his system. “So what happens when you get done there?” Damn do I sound nervous. I'll die if he laughs again, I swear.

Clair finished with the leg of the pants and rose up, flicking the switchblade open and closed again. He grinned and shrugged with his one uninjured shoulder. “Guess you'll see, won't you, honey?”

Aura couldn't help but shiver. He'd already acknowledged his attraction to Clair but the more intense it got, the more he wondered what he'd gotten himself into. He moved to prop himself up and gain a little leverage. “You know, that sounds more like something I should say.”

The grin widened as Clair took up Aura's still clothed leg and rested it on his shoulder. He flicked the switchblade open and his grin widened even more. He slid the blade into the cuff of Aura's pants at the back of his ankle. The grin exploded into near maniacal laughter.

You never show them you're afraid, Aura recited the mantra he'd learned long ago. If you show no fear the customer is still just money you can decide you want or not. You can always walk away. “Do you really think wielding sharp objects and laughing like a maniac is getting me in the mood, baby?” Ok, the crazy is not going away. So, we'll try to talk him down.

“It's working for me,” Clair started to cut the leather, working his way up the back of Aura's leg. “And isn't that the important part?”

“Gee, wonder if that's why he left you.” It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Strangest part was he wasn't just being a smart ass. He naturally felt like this was the way Clair and he should speak to one another.

Clair's eyes narrowed and he paused in his cutting. “Maybe.” He flicked his wrist and made a shallow slice along the back of Aura's knee, barely breaking the skin. “But there might be other reasons.”

“You slipped.” In a quick display of flexibility and strength, Aura brought his leg out of Clair's grip, over his head and onto the other shoulder. He pushed Clair's head with it, knocking the vampire onto his side. He then brought his legs to his chest and rocked into a sitting position. “And at no point did you mention bloodshed as a possibility. Better calm down, sweetie. Or I'm walking.” There, he'd stood his ground and didn't sound at all intimidated.

“Maybe you should be running,” Clair laughed as he righted himself and crawled towards Aura. “Or isn't that possible in those shoes?” He ran his hands up Aura's thighs, one hand caressing soft leather, the other bare flesh.

“See, now that's better. More of that,” Aura said softly. “You can be very sexy when you want to, you know.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Clair bent to lick to crease at the top of Aura's legs. “I'll be back to scary, crazy Vampire before you know it.” He swirled his tongue over Aura's hip.

“Well, that has its merits, too,” Aura cooed. “Can't a guy like it both ways?” he used subtle movements to encourage Clair's tongue.

“In my experience, guys usually prefer one way or the other. I guess, though, you're a dirty little whore who doesn't care as long as you're getting some,” Clair laughed. “But I, on the other hand, know exactly what I want.” One hand slid under Aura to tease his opening. “I suggest you get used to not being on top ever again.”

“Well, I did say I like it BOTH ways.” Aura moved closer to Clair's hand. “That means I can be a very accommodating bottom. But never again? You'd have to pay an awful lot to get exclusive property rights.” Aura had the smirk of a businessman who just completed a hostile take over. “Very pricey, and I have to like how you do it, of course.”

“I'm obscenely rich,” Clair reminded him, both hands moving to cup his ass. “And even more talented,” he promised before capturing Aura's mouth in a kiss that implied what he intended for Aura's ass.

Aura wasn't going to let his tongue just go limp. He flicked it over Clair's invasive one, enjoying every clash and stroke. Clair drew Aura to his chest. Behind the shutters of his eyelids, he imagined he was kissing Daisuke. It was like that. A battle of tongues and wills that he would eventually win. And reap the spoils of his victory, he thought, cock straining to get on to that part.

The kiss wasn't enough. Aura rushed to let fingertips then palms feel the heat and texture of Clair's skin. He wanted to do a little taking of his own before he would oh so willingly give in to whatever Clair wanted. “Claire,” he seductively prayed. “Don't ever let me forget tonight.”

Smirking lips closed over the soft flesh of Aura's earlobe. “Never,” he hissed. “You'll remember every moment.”

Aura's smile turned peaceful before it curled into pleasure. Somehow, that made it better. Somehow, it made him feel safe. “And forget everyone and everything else before this?”

“Except me. You'll remember me,” Clair promised as he started working the ruined pants off Aura's body.

“I want to,” came Aura's cryptic response as he turned over on his belly to help with the process and further entice Clair.