Heat Guy J Fan Fiction ❯ In A Different Light ❯ Chapter 23

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.   

 

LINK: http://www.myspace.com/instantinfamy

 

 

Chapter 23

 

 

The switchblade was working its way over the last bits of leather, exposing Aura's body from waist to calves completely. Clair's hand ran over Aura's smooth skin and he leaned down to lick the blood oozing from the nick on Aura's leg.

 

“You know, I really thought `Vampire' was just a title.” Aura breathed in and out slowly. The cut stung ever so little but so did a needle before it delivered the high it promised.

 

Clair made a non-committal sound as he ran his tongue up the back of Aura's thigh, smearing a thin trail of blood along the pale flesh. Without warning, his tongue pushed into Aura's opening, shamelessly invading.

 

“Mmmmm.” Aura's whole body joined in the effort of encouraging Clair's wet tongue. “Now that's hot, honey.” Arching to beg for more, something in his mind flickered. A passing thought, really. But crazy strong. He was finally alone with his Clair. Finally safe. Safe? How could this be safe? Aura quickly reminded himself that he needed to keep his wits not get all mushy and comfortable.

 

Pulling away with the same suddenness that he had attacked with, Clair ordered darkly, “roll over and look at me.” He felt his cock resume its insistant straining. The raw need was making his head swim and Clair wasn't sure how much longer he could control his need to fuck that hot ass the prostitute was so proudly displaying.

 

A slight whimper accompanied his move to obey. He'd wanted it to last a lot longer, maybe getting more frenzied. But if the client still had that much self-control, so could he. He gasped as he took in the power of Clair's gaze. They revealed insanity and lust even as they provided a barrier for the raging emotion behind them. They made him dizzy and the words “anything you want, Clair” escaped his lips. “Everything you want…” As he spoke his hand slid down the length of Clair's body. “Let that be everything I am. All that I am.”

 

Clair grinned. “You say that like you had any other choice.” One arm scooped Aura up and clutched him tightly as Clair assaulted his mouth as viiolently as he had his ass. The Vampire's mind was getting confused. This was Dice and he wanted to love him. But this was just a whore, made to be fucked and forgotten. This man in his arms was both. He was everything. The internal battle kept Clair's focus spinning. He couldn't grasp what was real and what was his imagination. He hands squeezed Aura tightly, hard enough to leave bruises.

 

He's a loose cannon, little boy. Aura tried to keep himself sharp. His every touch is filled with desperation to sculpt your body into his dead lovers. He maybe shouldn't have agreed to this. Still, he wanted it all. From a quiet darkness, he could feel his own soul moving further and further from his body into a world of something akin to pain but much more like terror. Clair was the only thing between him and that. The pain and fear Clair could provide would bring him back. Aura and Daisuke began an internal war for supremacy. They both wanted Clair.

 

“Mine,” Clair breathed, breaking the intense kiss. “You are mine.” He dropped Aura back onto the bed and kept his intense gaze on him as he undid the buttons on his shirt then set to work on his pants. “Dice. Daisuke. Mine.” Clair's hand, now done with his pants, seized Aura's leg and drew it up to brace against his uninjured shoulder. “And I will no allow you to just forget that any longer.”

 

Aura started to remind him that he was only his as long as he choose to be. Daisuke tried to think of something to connect himself to Clair past body and Aura's overbearing nature. He reached up and touched where he wasn't sure if would still be. The necklace he'd given on loan. He'd wanted to say “for luck, remember?” But Aura spoke before Daisuke could. “Fine, honey. Give me all you got!”

 

“Clair,” he said firmly, his fingers clawing Aura's leg as he slid closer. Without bothering to actually remove his clothes, Clair positioned himself to fuck the hell out of the little whore. “Not honey. Not baby. Clair.” He used his sore arm to guide his cock into the tight hole. Stopping once he had just the tip inside, he leaned forward. “Say it.”

 

“Clair.” So much in one word. Aura's defiance. Daisuke's prayers. “Better?”

 

A cruel hand slapped the underside of Aura's thigh. “Mean it.” Clair growled, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Say it like you always did before.”

 

“How the hell did I say it before?” Aura growled back, his body hungry for cock. “Fuck me Clair. Please.” He said as seductively as possible.

 

One hard, unforgiving thrust was all he got for his trouble. “Don't say it like a nasty little slut.” Clair's hand shifted its grip to Aura's thigh. “Say it like Daisuke. Now!”

 

“I don't know what you want, you crazy little fuck!” Aura was shivering with need. With the awareness and thrill of danger. “Clair don't be cruel. Can't you see how much I want you inside me?”

 

Lines that were blurry when Clair was in what was best described as his right mind were now nonexistant. “Cruel?” Clair laughed. “I love you, Dice. I want to be with you. And all you want to do is tease me. Play with me.” Clair's eyes closed. “It must just be me after all.”

 

Both hands clutched Aura, making it impossible for him to wriggle away. Clair began to thrust, to pound into him as hard as he could. As cruelly as he could manage. Every hurt, every betrayal- real and imagined- being poured into the relentless thrusts.

 

“No, I—“ Aura moaned. Daisuke was dying inside from the pain in Clair's eyes. “It's not just you.” He knew it was falling on deaf ears. His body shook from the abrupt, tearing thrusts. He squeezed his eyes shut tight. He could take it. He could love it. “Go ahead. Take me apart. Take it out on me. But never say… Never say it's just you.”

 

The fucking stopped suddenly. Clair pulled away, grabbing Aura and brutally rolling him over. He couldn't look at Daisuke's face on a stranger. Wresting the man to his knees, Clair began his assault again. Sweat gathered on his bared chest and Clair shed his shirt, revealing blood soaked bandages. The bullet wound had re-opened and dark blood was overwhelming the thick bandages. Growling deep in his throat, Clair's body shook as he came deep inside Aura. But the release didn't stop him. He barely misses a beat. The violent fucking seemed that it would never end.

 

Aura wasn't going to let himself be taken completely. Sounds like a beast came from deep in his throat. Screams. Rumbles. Curses. And then he went for shock. He tilted his head a little and spat out the words. “So in the end, you're just going to fuck me and pass out? What a… disappointment… Honey.” Then he mumbled. “I might not even charge you.”

 

Two handfuls of hair buried Aura's face in the blankets. “Shut up.” Clair smiled, keeping pressure on the back of Aura's head with one hand and using the other to claw at the whore's back and ass not caring about the results of either action.

 

Aura's struggles became as intense as Clair's abuse. Clair was exerting a lot of pressure and he was just trying not to inhale a mouthful of blanket from his muffled screaming. His hands pounded and clawed at the bed as he spastically tried to get away. Go ahead, Clair. I'll survive though even Dias couldn't stop the tears escaping his eyes. It's better than what they did. What they were going to do.

 

Why? Clair's mind begged for an answer. How did it come to this?

 

It's come full circle though. All the desperation and need that he was pouring into Aura was the result of all the same emotions that had begun that night on the roof of the Vita building. So many nights of desperate need ending with Clair curled up alone, his spent cock in hand. Practically weeping for what wasn't there. Those led to an insane plot to catch Daisuke. To seduce him. Which in turn led to losing Daisuke entirely and now here he was again. Releasing his lust over and over again, trying to hide the desperate despair that gripped his heart.

 

The fucking didn't ease. The abuse didn't slow. But Clair was openly crying as he fought to relieve the pressure inside his body.

 

Daisuke stopped fighting. His hands slid up in front of where Clair was damn near smothering him as his knees collasped. His breathing became rulled by what Clair took and gave. Aura was sliding further from his mind. Fine, little boy, let him kill you. Destroy you. I'm through protecting you.

 

Clair's hands released Aura's body. He wrapped his arms around Daisuke's waist and pulled him up to practically sit in his lap. A few desperate thrusts and Clair came again, his face pressed against Daisuke's back. “Dice,” he gasped as all the strength fled his body. Both men fell forward, Clair covering Diasuke possessively.

 

Clair lay perfectly still, breathing in short, shallow gasps. His thoughts were all tainted with pain, both physical and emotional. He couldn't form a coherant thought. And the last shreds of hope for coherance faded as Clair lost consciousness.

 

“Clair,” Dais breathed. “Clair?” He could feel a thick wetness where Clair's wound had been. His body fought to rest as he moved out from underneath Clair, fearing the worst. He kept saying his name over and over as he rolled the man onto his back. “You've lost so much blood. You're so cold.” Normally his first instinct would be to get help but he wasn't fairing that much better than Clair right now. He laid himself over Clair and pulled the blankets up over them both. He kissed Clair's face. He kissed his eyes. His lips. After every kiss he whispered “I love you. I love you.”

 

 

 

He wasn't sure how he did it, but Clair extracted himself from Daisuke's sleeping form and made it to the phone to call Giovanni. Leaning against the wall, Clair watched Daisuke sleep while he waited for Giovanni. The bodyguard entered and just about screamed Clair's name. He rushed over to try to hold Clair up.

 

The Vampire motioned for him to be quiet. “Out there. In the other room.” Giovanni nodded and practically carried the bloody, pale young man out to the sitting room where Ian and Mitchal waited.

 

“Get the first aid kit,” Giovanni barked at them. “And call the doctor.”

 

“It isn't him, Giovanni,” Clair said weakly. “Even if it is, he doesn't remember me.” Clair's eyes slid away from Giovanni's face. “Pay him and let him go…” The pain made Clair pause, gasping for a long minute. “I'm going to the mansion for a while, I think.”

 

“But Master Clair,” Giovanni didn't look up at the hands that held the first aide kit. “Is that really a good idea?”

 

“Don't question me,” Clair ordered. He had more to say but the pain in his shoulder silenced him.

 

Giovanni handed a wad of bills to the man at his elbow. “You heard Master Clair. Pay the whore and get him out of here.”

 

 

 

Daisuke awoke. His first thought was shame for falling asleep. Clair could be dead for all he knew. He looked down at his lover's face and knew that he was alone. He sat up holding the blankets over his naked body. Dim light revealed a tall figure in the doorway.

 

“There's some clothes on the foot of the bed.” It was Mitchal. “Go ahead and get dressed.”

 

“But where's-“

 

“Just get dressed.” Mitchal was hating his job right about now.

 

Not knowing what was going on, Dais got into the clothes someone had brought for him. He walked over to Mitchal noticing as he did the bullet necklace he'd given Clair to protect him sat there. He looked up at Mitchal.

 

Ian would say just get it over with. Mitchal reached inside his jacket and produced a wad of bills and handed it over to Dais. “Master Clair felt this should be more than enough.”

 

Dais shook as he stared at the wad of money. His eyes shifted but not before Mitchal saw the empty sadness behind the Celestial calm. He turned and walked back to the bed. He set the money next to the bullet necklace and contemplated leaving both. But no, Clair didn't want his wishes of love or protection. He'd gotten what he wanted. He hugged himself through another shiver then picked up his necklace and replaced it on his neck. It felt like ice against his skin. He took the smallest bill, a hundred and walked back to Mitchal. “I don't suppose you'd have a 5?”

 

Mitchal started. “I can give you a ride somewhere and Master Clair wanted to…”

 

Dais cut him off. “To what? Pay me? I get that. But 5 will be enough to get a cab back to my place. And sufficient for as cheap a fuck as I was. You know what, never mind. I'll walk.” He dropped the money in Mitchell's hand. “For your trouble.”

 

“But you still love him. I can…”

 

“Tell him I hope he got what he paid for.” Daisuke walked away, weak but determined, to the elevator.

 

END

 

 

AUTHOR'S END NOTES:

(as delivered from our fortified writing nook, in an unspecified corner of our unspecified apartment)

 

Well, finally it's done. And no, it wasn't a happy ending. We never promise one of those. But they really couldn't get together here and hold the story continuallity together. Just watch the 2nd half of the series and see what I mean. There's an unexplained closeness between Clair and Dias that we exploited for our little story.

 

But other than the unpleasant ending, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as we enjoyed writing this little bit of demented joy.

 

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Also, visit our website (www.myspace.com/instantinfamy) where we will be posting updates about our original boy's love novels due out some time soon. We just have to finish editing. (Never fear, this tale's editor Tal has been replaced by a real editor, so it won't take 3 years to get to the end of the first book. We promise!) Also, you can see some of Thorn's art on our site.