Ryuu may as well have printed him a written invitation, rolled out the red carpet and provided wine, Marco was already drinking in the boys struggles and dizzy on the warmth between their skin, the friction between the thin fabric of their clothes, the strangely sweet smell that he was certain could only exist in Ryuus skin.<br/><br/>His tone had suddenly changed, less cutting, less of a cheeky and hard front, no that had evaporated like the air between them, there was suddenly a new side to him. His voice leaped up a couple of octaves, the whites in his eyes glistened, pale, slinky shoulders jolted back as if they couldn't be far away enough. If Marco didn't know better, he'd say the boy was scared.<br/>Part of the American preferred this new attitude, it seemed so much more real, so much more gratifying! In an instant he wanted to capture that expression, lock it onto paper, immortal and consistent as the stars, but the minute he skipped back to grab his camera he knew it would be long gone.<br/><br/>In fact.... the owner of that wonderful expression would probably be gone with it... best enjoy it whilst it still existed!<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFBF">"Stop touching me. Stop pressing into me. Get off. You are too close."</span><br/><br/>Marco chuckled, squeezing Ryuus wrists and pulling his pussy-cat figure into his own, burying his face into the skin at the crook of his neck. He smelled even better closer up.  "Oh now I<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>you're kidding me!" he purred against his skin, brushing his lips across the smooth flesh, nudging the neck of his kimono aloof surprisingly softly, "First you put<span style="font-style: italic">lovely</span>ideas like leashes into my head and then all of a sudden you play hard to get," he teased grinning widely, giving his shoulder a playful nip with his teeth, watching for the kids reaction through the wave of his hair, "Don't worry I AM planning on letting you go," he added more sincerely, "I just want the one picture that really sums u--"<br/><br/>--something caught his eye...<br/><br/>Marco froze. His grip loosened suddenly...<br/><br/>The newspaper... apparently he wasn't the only one interested in snapshotting this kid, but for all different reasons. The paparazzi had plastered the boys face all over the page. Ryuu at the air port. Ryuu feeding the pigeons. Ryuu in ROYAL garb with his ROYAL fucking family.<br/><br/>The photographer paled a whole three shades whiter.<br/><br/>Kidnap was nothing new to him, if anything it was a fond hobby, as was harassment and moth collecting, but normally it gave him no problems. He'd take rebellious kids, hookers, tourists off the streets and pet or model them for a couple of days. No one noticed them, no one missed them, in fact, no one much cared. He had the strange feeling that this wasn't the case. Not one bit.<br/><br/>"Fuck..."