Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]
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				Title: <strong>Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 20:55:47</strong>
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				Maybe he should have tried a bit harder in school. It always came back to that, at the end of the day - if he had maybe tried a bit harder at the end of the day instead of fucking around with his friends, he might have been a client, and not working as a host. It wasn't that the pay was bad - he did well at the club and earned close to half a million a year. It was just that he knew it wouldn't last. It was exhausting, and once he was drained and wrung out, he'd have to figure out some other way to support himself. Those weren't his concerns so much as the concerns of the older hosts at the club, but it was hard not to have them rub off, at least a little bit, onto him. <br><br>For now, the lifestyle was fun, he figured. He sat back, shooting his client a dazzling smile as she got up to leave. He kissed her hand and walked her to the door.<br><br>She was one of the easier types - married, wanting a bit of affection, not begging him for sex. She just wanted someone to talk to her and to assure her that her decisions about her spoiled children were right, and that she was still desirable. She was the last client and he left the door open, propping it open with a heavy crate full of empty champagne bottles.<br><br>It was springtime, and the air that came in through the open door was sweet and surprisingly fresh given that they were in the red light district. He yawned, flicking his fingers back through his hair, not caring if it got a bit messy now that he wasn't working. He headed to the till to figure out how much he'd made, but the owner looked concerned and shooed him away.<br><br>The other hosts who were left - there were only two of them, and they were already gathering their bags - grabbed their share and headed out the door.<br><br>Masato had to wait until the owner of the club left. He was the youngest host in the club, just having turned nineteen, fresh out of highschool. The owner was nervous that he'd get knifed or abducted so he walked him to the train station every night. <br><br>Masato yawned and glanced in the mirror ringing the back of the bar. He lit a cigarette and let it dangle from between his full lips, glancing at himself. He was pale, and closer to pretty than handsome, which irked him a bit. He was just barely five foot seven, or around there, with his hair dyed a sweet toffee color, pulled back into a smooth ponytail at the base of his neck, a few carefully-layered pieces falling in front of his pale eyes. His eyes were what had drawn the owner of the host club to him - thanks to his Swedish mother, he had eyes that were like a crust of ice on a wild lake, a frozen, pale green ringed in slate. <br><br>His cheekbones were high, from his Japanese father, and he was one of those living examples of two races coming together and making something lovely. <br><br>He let out a lazy breath of smoke and tugged his phone out, flicking through the applications.<br><br>"Are you waiting for someone?"<br><br>"Yes." His boss sounded terse, and Masa glanced up but didn't ask, not wanting to get his head bitten off. He glanced at the door, lightly buzzed from the liquor he'd drunk that night, wondering who would come in. He hoped that it wouldn't be someone bothersome - there were a lot of people who bugged him, followed him around in the red light district. It had to be someone important if his boss was waiting, though. Masato got up, putting out the cigarette, then trailed over to one of the couches near the window. <br><br>He lounged back, folding one long leg over the other, watching the people drifting out of bars and clubs, falling over. He smiled faintly, pressing his long fingertips to the glass.<br><br>He liked to think of himself as independent, but he was little more than a prize lapdog for the owner of the club, doing as he was told.<br><br>He had figured it was part of the job, and having trailed in to the red light district from the country, he figured that he was just supposed to do as his boss told him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 04:43:03</strong>
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				They were late. He hated being late. Walking fast but a seemingly unhurried pace, he forced his followers to struggle to keep up with him. It was a punishment for taking so long to buy a pack of damn cigarettes. Heaven knows why he let them stop in the first place but so far his generosity had gone unappreciated. For the next few days he'd keep them on their toes so they wouldn't test him again.<br><br>Their destination was a host club in the red light district. The owner had made a deal with his father, trading payments for protection. His men would keep their pretty little hosts safe for a cut of their profits. The problem was that father wanted more from them and had sent him out to get it. Shinya didn't mind taking on jobs but this type of thing didn't warrant his attention. There was no changing his father's mind though and so here he was.<br><br>The popularity of their organization made itself known as the sidewalks were cleared for them. Or maybe just for him. Shinya was known for having a violent streak and didn't take shit from anyone. Being the bosses son didn't mean he sat back and let daddy take care of every thing. He liked being in on the action. He took care of his own 'problems'.<br><br>Walking through this district he was at times mistaken for a street walker himself. His looks, from his almost glossy black hair to his tight clothing, always attracted the wrong sort of attention. Luckily he could take care of himself. Even if he didn't there was always someone else from the organization around him. That alone left no opportunity for an attack.<br><br>His hand ran through the spikes. Its not like it could be messed up more than it already was. The fact of the matter was that they weren't all that late. They had told them to wait for after hours to avoid clientele. Making them sweat a bit would make them easier to manipulate.<br><br>Immediately upon entering the building he took note of everyone present. The owner, his men, and a single left over host. A good looking host at that. He wasn't a threat though and Shinya had other things to occupy his mind at the moment. Once business was over with, then he could look at his leisure. <br><br>"Owner-San." He greeted the man. There was no need to be polite. He had the upper hand. The others fell into place behind him, letting him know that the organization was backing him up on this and that he wasn't just spouting bullshit. It almost made him smirk, how nervous they were. They should be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 07:20:40</strong>
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				"Shinya-san," the owner said with a deep bow. His name was Takeshi, or at least that was what he went by, and he knew better than to push his luck with Shinya. He gave another deep bow, for good measure, and in the back of the room Masato turned away from the window just long enough to give a polite bow before looking out again, once more. Masato wasn't much interested in what the gangsters were doing here - that was his bosses business, and he figured he'd be better off if he made himself as inconspicuous as possible. The less attention that he garnered, the better. He might be able to make his train if whatever their business was was wrapped up quickly.<br><br>He looked at the clock on the wall, frowning. He'd mistimed it, and had missed his train, he guessed. He looked back at his phone and then back out the window once more. Just as well - he'd stay in a hotel for the night, rest up. The next day was his day off, anyways, so it wasn't like he had to be anywhere at any particular time. <br><br>He could do whatever he wanted for a little bit. <br><br>Takeshi bowed once more before speaking, "I hear that your father wants me to pay more money for protection...how much more is he thinking? He's already taking ten thousand a month...surely he can't be looking for fifteen?" Ten thousand a month was a drop in the bucket compared to what some hosts pulled in on a regular basis, including Masato. <br><br>He quirked an eyebrow at the window, surprised that they were paying so litle. <br><br>"Times are hard, Shinya-san...I could do fifteen thousand a month, but there's no way I could afford more...unless I really had to, if I really had to, I suppose I could scrape some more up, but..." Takeshi was going to talk himself into a hole and Masato frowned out the window, finally turning around to properly face Shinya and his crew following him.<br><br>He didn't look at them - better not to make eye contact and was slow about drawing out his cigarette case so they didn't think he was reaching for a knife. He opened the pretty silver case and caught the butt of a cigarette in his teeth, lighting it with a Dupont lighter, a gift from one of his clients, letting it flare to life. He put the lighter and case away, then drew in a slow breath of smoke. <br><br>Takeshi looked between Shinya and then at Masato, who appeared not to be paying attention, as though encouraging Shinya to take some notice in the boy.<br><br>Masato crossed one long leg over the other. He had on tight, dark jeans, ripped at the knee and thigh, showing silvery flashes of pale skin to entice the viewers eye. He had on a white shirt that wasn't quite sheer but was close, the top buttons carelessly undone to reveal silver dogtags that bumped against his chest. He'd had his eye on a dogtag with diamonds on one side but couldn't afford it, let alone the platinum version, so they were plain and silver. He had sunglasses, silvery and mostly for show, next to his leg. He worked at night; he didn't really need them. His phone pulsed on the couch and he glanced carelessly at it and then away, letting smoke trail from between his lush lips, caressing his high cheekbones. As half white and half Japanese, he was exotic, a commodity that had mostly been untouched and certainly hadn't been handed around to various men. He took another slow drag and let his head fall back against the couch, toffee-colored hair falling in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 09:00:07</strong>
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				"30." Shinya stated without batting an eye. The club was good for it and made more than enough to cover the cost. To tell the truth he really didn't care if they could afford it or not. Either way they'd pay up if they knew what was good for them. Hell, his father would probably change the price in a few more months. Reel them in with low prices and make their services indispensable. Then up the price as high as they wanted. They had done it to several others. As long as the club could keep functioning then everything was fine.<br><br>"I'm sure you understand that the times could be...much harder, yes?" No actual threat was spoken but it was very much implied. Takeshi was trying to play him and it put him in a bad mood. Did he think he was an idiot? That he hadn't done his research? Shinya may hate it but being underestimated was to his advantage. The looks on their faces when he proved them wrong always put a smile on his face.<br><br>In actuality this was all rather boring. Takeshi would try to get out of it, plead and beg, Shinya would threaten him and eventually he'd give in. It was the same as every time. Luckily for him he was able to split his attention to more favorable venues. Ever since his last breakup he'd been out a lover. There were plenty of people to fuck but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted someone who would belong to him. Solely to him. Shinya didn't share.<br><br>The gender of his partner didn't matter but he preferred the company of men. It didn't matter what their background was either as long as they looked good and did what he said. Masato was Takeshi's number one host. Pretty boy extraordinaire. Immediately Shinya knew how to use this to his advantage.<br><br>"I'm sure your hosts are worth at least that much." Taking a turn he started walking over to Masato. His jeans were tight and black, matching his boots and t-shirt. Silver lettering spelling out a band name and went well with his belt and the chain to his wallet. Unlike most, Shinya preferred to make eye contact. It was a tool of intimidation, yes, but it also allowed him to gain a stronger understanding of what a person was thinking. Right now his black eyes were burning into his target.<br><br>"Wouldn't you agree?" He asked Takeshi, leaning over Masato. His hand was braced behind him and he used the other to turn Masato's face toward him. He really was a fine specimen and he took a moment to study him before throwing a sly glance back at Takeshi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 15:38:42</strong>
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				Takeshi sputtered something about how he'd never be able to survive if he was giving thirty thousand a month to the gangsters, but he knew that it was no use. They knew just as well that he'd end up paying it and probably whoring Masato out to Shinya, if he'd take him. He watched as Shinya began walking towards Masato, silently praying that the boy would keep his mouth shut and not to anything stupid. He bet that Masato would, but one could hope.<br><br>Masato's pale eyes tilted to the hand on the side of his head, looking up at Shinya leaning over him. He was good-looking, but not much really made his stomach clench these days, and he only looked up when Shinya's hand came and tilted his face upwards. He was nervous, knowing that Shinya was a gangster, and he sucked in a breath of smoke.<br><br>He let it drift out slowly, careful to direct it away from Shinya's face, giving a Gallic shrug. "Wouldn't know. I don't count my own salary." He was doing his best to avoid giving Shinya anything he could use against him. He leant close but it was to reach the ashtray, tapping out his cigarette and stubbing it out. It put him close enough to Shinya that the other man could probably smell a bit of his cologne, the scent of freshly washed hair. <br><br>He leant back against the couch, looking up at Shinya. <br><br>Masato was young, clearly a bit anxious at having the gangsters in the bar, looking at Shinya's followers nervously. <br><br>Takeshi glanced at him and he tilted his exotic eyes away so that his boss couldn't try and tell him silently to offer himself up as payment. He looked up at Shinya, taking him in. He really was good looking, but getting involved with a gangster was the last thing he needed. There was something pleasantly dangerous about Shinya, though, and he couldn't help but be attracted to him on a certain level. His confusion showed in his eyes. He was still young; masking his emotions wasn't his strong point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 20:32:54</strong>
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				Masato was nervous. That entertained him. That and how Takeshi was not-so-subtly trying to get the boy to offer himself up. Shinya seriously considered the offer for a moment before turning it down. Now that he had shown interest he didn't doubt that Takeshi would be having talks with his little host soon, trying to get him to get on his good side. He liked the idea that Masato would be coming to him next time. If Takeshi got through to him.<br><br>Pretty much whatever Shinya wanted he got. He was far from acting the part of a spoiled brat but he couldn't deny that he was spoiled. His father would get him whatever he wanted but he preferred to earn things for himself. That or he would just take it with his own two hands.<br><br>More often than not though, he was offered things merely for being who he was.<br><br>Shinya could see why Masato was their number one host. He both looked and smelled good, his attitude wasn't appalling and he even sounded appealing. What interested him the most was his eyes. Obviously he came from a mixed background but that didn't bother him at all. Despite his nervous disposition there was a keen spark of interest there that Shinya planned on harvesting.<br><br>"The payment change is effective immediately. Be ready the next time we visit." The due dates stayed the same. At the start of each month, just like paying rent. Giving Masato's cheek a little stroke of his thumb, he moved away and re-focused his attention on Takeshi. The man had no choice to agree and he really wasn't interested in excuses or his pathetic attempts to talk his way out of it.<br><br>With a small motion of his head the others followed him out the door. He didn't spare another glance at Masato but he didn't need to. That slight touch was as good as marking him and now all he needed to do was let Takeshi do the dirty work. They'd be back in a few days time at the start of the month. Shinya had little doubt that Masato would be there just as he had been today.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 00:04:05</strong>
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				Masato took in a slow breath, doing his best to seem calm with Shinya standing right next to him. He knew about Shinya - it was hard not to when you worked in the red light district - and he was scared to get involved with him. There was something pleasing about the way that his thumb stroked his cheek gently that made him swallow anxiously and reach for a cigarette.<br><br>When Shinya went to leave, everything was quiet for a minute and then Takeshi looked at him.<br><br>"Don't even think about it," he said, and got up.<br><br>"Masa, think of how much money you could save me. Just-"<br><br>"Nope. I'm not whoring myself out to Shinya for you." Though honestly, the idea of being with Shinya was - thrilling. There was something about the idea of being with someone like Shinya that made his heart beat just a little bit fascinating. <br><br>He sighed and went about his business, and work came and went. A few days later, he was wearing tight fitting black jeans and a deep blue t-shirt, soft, clinging to his slim frame. He had a black leather jacket on and black boots, hair falling free. He'd had a tiny bit too much to drink and was pleasantly loose because of it, relaxing on the couch once more, smoking lazily. After work a few hosts milled about, wondering what a collection from Shinya would look like. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 00:52:46</strong>
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				This was the end of the day for him. All other business was taken care of except for the collection from Takeshi. Dressed for the club scene (that he planned on being a part of when it was over with) he looked oddly in place with his leather pants and boots. A silk dress shirt lay open save for one button in the center. Despite the elegance of it the sleeves were rolled up in a laid back fashion.<br><br>His normal followers were surrounding him but he'd ditch them later. He could take care of himself and he didn't need them ruining his time off. It was hard to have fun and pick up someone when a pack of gangsters were hovering over you. Although, if Takeshi had gotten through to Masato then he wouldn't have to look very hard for entertainment. Hell, even if he hadn't there was no way the man could say no to him.<br><br>With a cold look he left the others at the door and proceeded ahead on his own. There was no need for intimidation on the first round of collections. If Takeshi refused to pay or gave him some excuse that he didn't have the money, then things would change. Of course Shinya favored being able to take care of things himself. If he so desired he could take down this entire establishment single handedly. Those who knew him were well aware of that.<br><br>His father had taught him well.<br><br>"Owner-san." He greeted again. To someone just looking in it would look like Shinya was just a late customer. Someone of a higher rank that deserved to be given special accommodations by the owner himself. Being conspicuous never helped in any situation. During their conversation he'd find someway to slip him the money without making it obvious. The organization did not take checks or I.O.U's. Cash was the only acceptable option. It was harder to trace.<br><br>Shinya noticed the other people in the room. Hosts mostly. He didn't mind the attention as long as they kept their mouths shut. And they would if they knew what was good for them. It wouldn't due to betray those who were protecting you. Bad things tended to happen to those who did.<br><br>It was of no surprise that Masato was there as well. The number one always got special treatment. He wondered if he'd have to make the first move or if the owner would offer him up. Either way he always got what he wanted. Right now he wanted Masato.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 02:54:05</strong>
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				The owner saw Shinya coming and the bar seemed to quiet for a moment before the sound picked up again, becoming quicker, louder as though to hide&nbsp; the fact that Shinya was doing his collection. The owner chatted quietly with him for a few minutes and then he gestured to Masato, who got up slowly, walking over as though it wasn't exactly what he wanted to be doing. He didn't like being used by Takeshi and he liked to stay out the illegal business dealings. <br><br>He sighed softly and ran his fingers back through his hair, glancing up at Shinya. He looked really...really good. He turned away momentarily to shake that train of thought and he walked back to the coat section. He didn't have a coat himself - he'd lost his, and it was cold outside - and he only had the thin leather jacket that he had on already.<br><br>Instead, he slowly picked up a small black bag, full of the money.<br><br>He couldn't believe that he had to play delivery boy. <br><br>"Shinya-san," Takeshi said, glancing at Masato as he counted the money once more and picked it up, "Have some fun with him. Maybe...maybe he could help lower the price a bit?"<br><br>Masato's eyes narrowed as though he suspected what was being offered, but he hadn't actually been told what he was being offered for. As far as he knew, he was just delivering the money with Shinya and then going back to his own apartment. <br><br>"Here," he said, gesturing with the bag and holding it up for Shinya, "It's all here."
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 06:24:30</strong>
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				"That would be my father's decision." He could easily get him to change the price to whatever he wanted but he just didn't care. Explaining it like this at least meant that he'd think of Shinya as the go-between and not harass him about the price change. However, Masato was a nice gift to say the least. Takeshi could believe whatever he wanted. Let Masato bring him hope, however false it may be.<br><br>Speaking of which, Masato was looking rather good tonight. Too bad he was looking to get out of here so quickly. Shinya would have to change his mind. Taking the bag from Masato he made sure to brush his hand over his as he took it from him. Not one of his men would dare say anything about his preferences. Not that he'd care if they did anyway.<br><br>"Thank you. Though I admit you're more appealing than money." He was speaking only to Masato and not at all to Takeshi. To make that clear he didn't spare the man another glance. There was no way he'd let him off payments in exchange for Masato. Though he would take him along with it.<br><br>"Accompany me tonight." It wasn't exactly a demand but it was close enough for Masato didn't have much of an choice in the matter. He could say no but it wasn't recommended. Aside from the social pressure he'd be under, there was also the faint light of attraction in his eyes that would be urging him to say yes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 07:06:02</strong>
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				Takeshi wrung his hands, clearly not liking the idea of parting with quite so much money, watching as Masato handed the bag over to Shinya with a less than pleasing attitude. He wanted Masato to be sidling up to Shinya, trying to seduce him, and instead he was acting tentative. What Takeshi didn't see and what Shinya probably did was that Masato was attracted to him but not about to throw himself on top of him. <br><br>He was flattered by the compliment, and his cheeks took on a delicate flush of color, bowing his head politely and noting the fact that Shinya was ignoring Takeshi. <br><br>Then Shinya effectively demanded that he accompany him.<br><br>"Thanks..." he said, to the compliment, then nodded. "Ah...alright. Where're you going?" <br><br>He didn't want to hang around the host club, that was for sure. He spent far too much of his waking hours in here and getting a change of pace on another person's dime would be fun. Plus, there was something intoxicatingly dangerous about Shinya. <br><br>Most of his clients were women, and to have a man pursuing him, such a dangerous man at that, was pleasant. It was a nice change of pace and he rather liked the idea of having someone like Shinya wanting him. <br><br>Takeshi gave Masato a heavy glance to try and get him to negotiate the payments down but Masato merely stepped a bit closer to Shinya and then looked out the window. There were a few thugs wandering the streets, and drunken tourists about to get pickpocketed, as well as crowds of people pushing to get into the hottest clubs. <br><br>He looked up at Shinya, smiling ever so slightly when he saw the faint light of mutual attraction in his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 08:25:05</strong>
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				"Here and there." He replied with a small smile, halfway a smirk. There was no way he was going to name places so someone could follow them. Shinya hated being followed. It irritated him to no end, especially when they were doing a piss poor job at it. After the second guy he knifed his father had learned to let him do as he pleased. Others weren't so fortunate.<br><br>With a slight tilt of his head he gestured for him to follow and rejoined the others at the door. Handing off the bag to one of his trusted associates he gave him a look that told him he had better get the money where it needed to be or there'd be hell to pay. He didn't bother waiting for confirmation before brushing past them.<br><br>From the way he was walking they were able to tell that he wanted no company other than that of Masato's. Those few men that surrounded him knew him pretty well by now. He didn't tolerate those who didn't learn and these were the guys who had made it through all his trials. He trusted each of them, though never enough that he wouldn't be able to recover if they betrayed him.<br><br>Abandoning his usual gate, he slowed down so Masato could keep up. They were going to one of the most popular clubs in town. One of the ones where you had to stand in line for hours in order to get in. They too were a client of the Takeda family. Meaning that they got in for free and that the owner had made sure the bouncers knew him well. He wouldn't be happy if he was denied access and they knew it.<br><br>One of the benefits of being a gangster.<br><br>"Masato-kun, I trust that the club scene doesn't offend you?" He was playing the part of a gentleman at the moment but that could change at any time. If he lost his temper or just plain didn't want to deal with it anymore his attitude could change instantly. Shinya wasn't so much volatile as vindictive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 15:37:43</strong>
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				Masato trailed after Shinya, picking up his usual leisurely pace to keep up with him, looking around. He saw the club they were heading to and almost rolled his eyes - almost, but not quite - knowing that they would have to stand in line for hours. He didn't realize that it was one of the clubs that Shinya collected from and that they'd be able to bypass the line. He took a step closer so that he wouldn't get separated from Shinya, shaking his head, "No, clubbing's fine. I like it..." <br><br>He noticed that Shinya had taken to adding the suffix -kun to his name, and smiled faintly. <br><br>He ran his fingers through his hair. He was a bit shy around Shinya. He hadn't been pursued by a man in a while, and even then, he'd never really taken it seriously. It wasn't that he liked women more than men, it was just that it was easier to date them when he worked at the host club. He rather liked having Shinya pursuing him, though.<br><br>It was flattering to have someone like Shinya, who could get anyone they wanted around here, decide to go after him. <br><br>A drunk foreigner stumbled past, knocking Masato hard on his way into another bar. He stumbled, and caught himself by turning rapidly, grabbing Shinya's arm. He stumbled into Shinya's arms, leaning against his chest, laughing softly and stepping back shyly, "Sorry," he said. He could smell the touch of Shinya's cologne, feel his shirt under his fingers, stepping back with a faint smile. <br><br>He wanted to go into the club and dance. Forget the club he worked at, forget his job - he wanted to have some fun. He was only nineteen and he wanted to go wild tonight, with Shinya, letting himself go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 22:11:10</strong>
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				Automatically Shinya caught him, passing a glare to the foreigner who missed it in his drunken haze. It felt nice to have Masato against him but the feeling left him all too quickly. To stop it he placed a hand on the small of his back. Like most Japanese he had an issue with his space being violated. Only those he chose to allow close were permitted that offense. Since he was perusing Masato, he was one of those acceptations.<br><br>"Don't be sorry." Keeping his hand on his back he lead him straight to the entrance. The bouncer saw him coming and unhooked the velvet rope to let them pass, bowing as he did so. In return Shinya gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment. He would remember the man in the future though it was doubtful that anything further would come of it.<br><br>The floors of club lit up in a random pattern as they stepped on them. Something that was unique to this club alone. Strobe lights from above made this place an epileptic's nightmare. Hard rock and techno was the usual music of the place. It wasn't the type of place one went to go slow dancing to say the least. That was supported by the near mosh pit of bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor. A sea of faces blurred together to form one massive body writhing from wall to wall.<br><br>Keeping a tight grip on Masato he made his way to the bar. Shinya wanted alcohol in his system before he'd deal with the throng of the crowd. Masato might want something too if he was as nervous as some of his lovers had been. Even if he wasn't alcohol was the social lubricant of the times. A more willing Masato was just fine with him as well. He'd have to keep a close eye on him to make sure he didn't attract the wrong kind of attention.<br><br>"Would you like a drink?" He offered. Sometimes he paid and sometimes he didn't. His tab was always cleared for him by the owner so it didn't really matter. However, he wasn't going to give the man something to bitch about. A few free drinks did not mean the price would be lowered for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 00:16:39</strong>
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				Masato seemed to relax a bit when he felt Shinya's palm on his back, fingertips small spots of warmth through his thin shirt. He was amazed that they got through the line and he glanced back at the line, seeing the glares and the way that people muttered but didn't actually do anything to stop them as the bouncer bowed, pale eyes flicking up to Shinya with a tiny smile tugging at his lips. It was new to be with someone who other people seemed to respect and who seemed to have power. <br><br>He followed Shinya closely as they made their way to the bar, the lights dancing over his skin, bringing out impossible colors in his pale eyes. His soft, deep goldenhair brushed his cheeks, and he looked up at the other man briefly and then back at the bar. "Yes, please. Dry martini," he said. He wanted something to give him that buzz that alcohol could.<br><br>Well, more so than he already had, after a night at work.<br><br>His smile, as it peeked out when the drink was pressed into his hand, was quite charming. Just a tiny bit crooked, it showcased flawlessly white teeth that he'd clearly had taken care of professionally, that faint flush on his exotic face offering Shinya a chance to get closer to him. <br><br>He was quite attracted to Shinya, but he didn't want to put himself too far out on a limb unless they'd be dating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 04:39:01</strong>
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				Shinya was up for something harder and ordered a vodka and tonic. He liked the way it burned on the way down as well as the lingering after taste. Intensity was something he admired and coveted. Its what he wanted in his relationships as well. If Masato fit the bill then it would be that way with him too. In order to keep Shinya interested there had to be some level of excitement.<br><br>Fucking someone off limits could fulfill that but only for a certain amount of time. He might not share but he did like to show off his lovers. If he couldn't pointedly state that they were his then he eventually lost interest. Whatever relationship he was in it would inevitably become public or end.<br><br>Control was something else he demanded. It wasn't as if his lovers would have no say in their relationship, but in the end his decisions reigned supreme. There were all sorts of intensities he engaged in but the one he enjoyed most was the one of S/M. To be able to take his lover whenever he demanded it was his favorite.<br><br>"So, what have you heard of me?" Shinya was not so ignorant to think that people didn't talk about him behind his back. He knew he drew a lot of attention and had heard the rumors before. Most of them were untrue, but then again, some of them were. He wanted to know what preconceived notions Masato had of him before he confirmed or denied them.<br><br>As for Masato, he only knew the basics. He hadn't been working for Takeshi that long and was still at the young age of 19. Shinya was 21 but luckily both of them were over the age of consent. However, just a few years ago it would have been illegal for both of them. Not that that would have stopped Shinya, but this way there was less annoyances to deal with.<br><br>Other than that he really didn't know much about the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 05:47:39</strong>
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				He was already a bit tipsy and the martini only helped. He peered over the edge of his glass at the other man, eyes warm, leaning against the bar. His eyes had a sort of hidden sexuality to them; he wasn't about to spread his legs for just anyone, but that desire still gleamed there, under the surface. He didn't seem to mind the people around, didn't seem to mind anyone noticing him with Shinya. He was fine being out with Shinya so long as Shinya pursued him - he wasn't one to be abandoned by a lover. <br><br>He smiled faintly when Shinya asked what he had heard about him, "That you're dangerous," he said, softly. He smiled, then, flashing white teeth and that glowing smile that made him so famous, slightly crooked, giving him a faintly rakish air. "I like that, though. Let's see..." he swirled his drink, then took a deep sip, "I've heard that you're a yakuza. Gangster."<br><br>He shrugged slightly, then, since that didn't bother him.<br><br>"Oh," he added with a soft laugh, "I've also heard that you're powerful - a powerful personality, I mean. Intense." He smiled and took another sip, and paired with the alcohol he'd had earlier when work, he was already quite buzzed. <br><br>It was surprising that such a pretty little thing had managed not to be snatched up yet, but it spoke of a power of will that he had under the pretty exterior, a certain street intelligence that most people didn't have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 06:39:27</strong>
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				"Guilty." His mouth tweaked into a smile. He didn't specify which comment he was referring to but that didn't matter. All of it was true and there was no need to deny it. Masato wasn't part of the police department or one to rat him out. Not at the moment at least. As of yet he had nothing to use against him.<br><br>It pleased Shinya that Masato didn't seem to mind anything he heard about him. There were less than savory rumors out there. Shinya leaned close to place his glass back on the bar, brushing against Masato. It would be easy to take advantage of him right now. He liked that.<br><br>"Come and dance with me." Taking Masato's hand he lead him onto the dance floor and through the throng of people. Once finding a spot he turned and pulled him close. Shinya could smell the alcohol on his breath. It mixed with the soft scent of his cologne. That smell alone was becoming associated with his memory.<br><br>The song playing demanded actions and Shinya was not at all embarrassed to grind and slide against his partner. His shirt swayed open invitingly. He would have liked it if Masato was exposing more skin. That would be fixed soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 07:32:25</strong>
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				Masato's smile broadened when Shinya smiled and he nodded, knowing that all of it was true but at the same time happy that he'd admitted to it with one simple word. He set his glass aside, his own warm palm nestled in Shinya's, slipping into the crowd and then pressing against him. The crowd pushed them so that they were molded together, holding onto Shinya, bodies rubbing together swiftly. <br><br>He decided to be bold, in his own way; he took Shinya's hand, pressing it to his own hip, letting his fingers brush along his pants and then under his shirt, encouraging Shinya to feel his bare, smooth skin under the shirt. A few bottom buttons slipped open.<br><br>It revealed the curve of a hip, soft skin and a lean stomach.<br><br>He was still wearing his silver dogtags - he wanted to move onto platinum ones at some point - and they gleamed against his skin. He bit his bottom lip invitingly, wondering if he should be tempting him quite so much. He knew it probably wasn't a good idea to tempt a gangster so much, but there was something pleasantly dangerous about the other man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 08:15:10</strong>
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				"Tease." He commented as his he slid his hand further up his shirt and then down the front. The way his muscles rippled felt nice against his finger tips. He'd rather have them rippling for a different reason though and Masato was practically asking for it. He should know better than to tease someone like him.<br><br>"You have no idea..." Leaning in close he hovered just millimeters from his lips. "...what you're getting yourself into." A second later he closed the distance. Freeing that lip from his teeth he claimed ownership of them. They were soft but not entirely inexperienced. Shinya was enjoying the taste of them.<br><br>There was the coldness of the dog tags between them as they pressed together. It felt rather nice and Shinya took note to get a look at them later. Right now he was more occupied with feeling the firmness of Masato's ass and seeing just how far he could stick his tongue down the other's throat.<br><br>Their hips ground together and for a moment he wondered, with amusement, how long it would take them before they were forced to leave. It wasn't exactly comfortable to walk, let alone dance, with a hard on in tight pants. If this is where drinking got them then he'd have to keep a steady supply of liquor coming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 14:55:29</strong>
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				Masato smirked against the other man's lips and then gave in to the possessive kiss, fighting for dominance for a moment before he allowed the other man to take control, his own kisses somewhat shy but eager at the same time. He wrapped his arm around Shinya's waist, the other draping lightly over his shoulder, fingers playing in the back of Shinya's hair. <br><br>He was already getting hard, could feel Shinya's hips pressing against his, and he pressed tightly against the other man. "Oh," he whimpered, legs spreading just a few inches when he felt the other man's hands grasping his ass, squeezing ever so slightly. <br><br>The liquor loosened his inhibitions, made him willing to go a bit farther than he would usually, moaning softly.<br><br>There were a few more songs, with their bodies writhing against each other, and Masato pulled back from the kiss with a soft pant, holding on tightly to Shinya. "I want..." he whispered into Shinya's ear, "I want you, but I don't normally have sex on the first meeting. Date. Whatever this is..." he said, uncertain about exactly what they would be to each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:00:42</strong>
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				Shinya was getting hard as well and took the opportunity to press further against him as he spread his legs. Sex was the ultimate goal but the foreplay leading up to it was nice too. Shinya didn't waste time in making his lover's his in every way possible. Without consciously deciding it he had already made the decision that Masato fell into that category. <br><br>"Date." He confirmed. "You're <em>mine</em> now." Or at least he was soon to be. Masato's job as a host may be a little harder after this. Shinya definitely wouldn't tolerate him sleeping with anyone else. In fact, if he did, that person had better well start fearing for their life. Masato wouldn't be getting off any easier.<br><br>"Lets get out of here." He whispered into his ear before taking his hand once again and leading him out of the club. Shinya was leading them back to his apartment but once they were outside the club he placed his arm around his waist instead of dragging him around. It was so he could tease the skin just under his shirt. <br><br>The walk wasn't far but it was still quite a trial in their condition. Shinya entertained the thought of just doing him in an alley but dismissed it for now. In his current state Masato would be too tired to move much when they were done and Shinya didn't want to have to carry him. Later though he might not be so patient. Masato would have to learn to accept that.<br><br>"My apartment." He explained as they walked into a nearly run down building. Several parts of the ceiling had fallen in and Shinya expertly stepped over the beams. In the center was a door and upon unlocking and opening it it revealed a basement that was entirely unlike the upstairs. Everything was in great condition and furnished with only the best.<br><br>Plush leather furniture littered the room. Off to the side was a stainless steel and granite kitchen. The carpet was black shag and the walls were a deep red-orange. Swords, guns, and other weapons were hung exposed on the walls, but the center focus of the room was the large tv at the front of it. On top of its stand, its 64 inches almost touched the ceiling.<br><br>That was all ignored though as Shinya's attention was focused on getting Masato out of that shirt. The leather jacket hit the floor as soon as they stepped off the stairs and he drew Masato into another kiss. If not for the lack of lubricant he might have taken him right there, but as it was he didn't know how much experience he had or how much it would hurt him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 23:30:07</strong>
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				Masato whimpered softly when heard that he was Shinya's - it was a sound of lust, laced with a tiny touch of fear. It had been so long since he'd been seriously dating someone...he'd fooled around when he was sixteen and gotten a boyfriend who was a businessman who'd once lived in their town, but this was different. Shinya was - he was powerful, and a bit scary, and he was wondering if this might be a bad idea...<br><br>...not that it mattered, since he seemed that Shiny had agreed, and now he belonged to Shinya. He glanced around the apartment when they got to the broken building, at first a bit anxious about wandering into the building since it seemed so run-down, picking his way over the beams. <br><br>"Wow..." he murmured when he saw the beautiful apartment.<br><br>He didn't have much time to really explore, though, since he was dragged flush against the other man's chest and he felt the other man lifting his shirt, lips crushing against each other. He molded his body to the other man's, kissing him hard, already achingly hard in his tight jeans. He pressed up tightly against Shinya's body, running his fingers through his hair with a soft moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 03:11:42</strong>
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				Button by button the shirt was opened to show him the skin he was dying to touch. It was smooth and beautiful, something befitting of a number one host and his lover. Sliding over his chest he flicked a nipple before breaking off the kiss. He wanted to move this to the bedroom. Now.<br><br>"This way." He said, leading him to the back where there was two other rooms. The one on the right was a bathroom and to the left was the bedroom. The bed itself was silken with a velvet draped canopy. The lights were off and he didn't bother turning them on, being able to find the bed without them.<br><br>Putting him in place he pushed Masato onto the comforter, using the opportunity to kick off their shoes with annoyance. It was the most time consuming part of undressing, but a required one. Slipping off his shirt Shinya then joined him, crawling on top of him and drawing him back into a kiss. <br><br>His hands worked rapidly in unbuttoning and divesting them of their clothes. They had served their purpose for now and Shinya wanted full skin to skin contact. He would go easy on him since it was their first time together but next time he may not be so lucky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 04:37:41</strong>
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				He hoped that Shinya wouldn't kick him out and forget about him the next day, when the sun rose - but he wasn't optimistic. He couldn't really expect more than that, honestly, since he was having sex the first night that he'd met the other man. He shed his shoes and stumbled into the dark room, holding onto him between the alcohol and the darkness, doing his best not to slip. He slid back onto the comforter until his head hit the pillows, wiggling out of his tight pants and shirt, dropping them over the side of the bed. The room was dark, and he reached out, drawing the other man close. <br><br>His skin was unmarked, pale and gleaming against the darkness of the comforter with the faint light from the living room, that tiny strip of light sneaking in through the door. His hair was spread out around him, soft, the gels having long ago given out underneath the touch of the other man's fingers sneaking through his hair. <br><br>Naked, now, he pulled Shinya close and kissed him hard.<br><br>He tasted sweet - like cherry chapstick with an edge of vodka underneath it. <br><br>"Shinya, ah..." he was already achingly hard and he moaned when he felt the other man's skin sliding against his own, pleasing him, making him feel incredible. It had been so long since he'd had a man above him, so long since he'd been taken. He'd had a few women but this was different - he was being dominated here, and there was a large part of him that needed it.<br><br>He was still a bit in awe of the plush luxury of the other man's apartment. His own was nice, but nothing like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 08:39:46</strong>
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				Shinya pushed his legs up and to the side to allow for more room. He made a quiet moan as their cocks rubbed together and ground harder. Normal, vanilla sex was fine with him but adding a little spice to it never hurt. It wasn't much but after fumbling around for a moment he brought out a silken piece of cloth.<br><br>"Close your eyes." I used it as a blindfold and tied it securely behind Masato's head. It was hard enough to see already but this would make it even more so, also adding a bit of kink to their coupling. Perhaps Masato was also one of those whose senses heightened when blindfolded. He hoped so.<br><br>"Feel good?" He licked from his collar bone to his chest. Pausing he suckled on one of the little nubs before moving on. A kiss was placed on his stomach, another on his hip, and then a long lick was drawn over his erection. Blow jobs were rewards he gave to his lovers, but since this was their first time he'd allow Masato to be spoiled.<br><br>For a few moments he teased him with his tongue before showing mercy and taking him in his mouth. Masato's gasps and moans really turned him on. Shinya wanted to be inside him. Now.<br><br>Reaching to the place he'd left the lubricant after retrieving the blindfold, he flipped the cap open and a fair amount came pouring out. Shinya used it on Masato's erection first before moving further down. He didn't mind the taste of lubricant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 15:13:45</strong>
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				The bedding was plush underneath him. He shut his eyes and wiggled a bit into the comforter, spreading his legs farther, rubbing his body against the other man's. He paused when he saw the blindfold, glancing at Shinya's face as though he was searching for some sort of reassurance. He seemed to find something in Shinya's face that said it was okay&nbsp; to submit at least a little bit and he allowed the blindfold to be secured tightly at the back of his head.<br><br>He arched when he felt the other man's teeth graze his nipple, his hip, then a tongue laving at his cock. "Oh...oh, God, Shinya..." he gasped. He'd never known how much more intense everything was when he couldn't see, when he could only feel. He let out tiny little noises as the other man reached for the lubricant.<br><br>He was so achingly hard, and he couldn't see anything, so he had to put his trust in Shinya.<br><br>He had to trust that Shinya wouldn't suddenly do anything odd. <br><br>He took in a sharp breath when he felt the lubricant on him, "I need you," he gasped, fingers fisted hard in the bedding. "I need you in me....I want you to fuck me, hard, fast...Shinya, please...I need you..." he whispered, needing a man's body above his, fucking him into the bed in a way that he hadn't been for so long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 23:56:18</strong>
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				"That's what I like to hear." Shinya growled. Lubricant was spread over him and a finger pressed in for preparation. The entire time he never stopped stroking and sucking him. It was easier with the lubricant and it added a nice flavor to what he was already tasting. He was impatient though and it didn't last as long as it could have. It had been a few days since he'd last had sex and he wanted it now.<br><br>With that thought in mind he shuffled through the drawer again before pulling out a condom. Until they were both tested he wouldn't bare back the man. Although he had the money to take care of an std, that was not something he was willing to put up with. Shinya wouldn't be known for something like that.<br><br>"Brace yourself." His hand took over as Shinya pushed his hips into place. He didn't ask if he was ready and started pushing in, loving the changes that crossed Masato's face. Although he couldn't see his eyes he could imagine them from his expression. He hoped that he adjusted quickly because he wanted to fuck him hard right now. This wasn't the type of bleeding he liked his lover to go through.<br><br>"Mmm, you're nice and tight." He closed his eyes in appreciation as he settled in. There were so many things he wanted to try with the man and in so many places too. This was a good start for them though. In a bed, his bed, where it had meaning. Masato could wake up in the morning in his apartment and know that it was real and that he now belonged to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 02:36:07</strong>
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				Masato's back arched, throat bared to the other man, shivering in pleasure. He cried out when the other man's mouth continued working on him and fisted his fingers in the bedding so hard that it nearly ripped. He arched even harder when he felt a finger sneak into his body, preparing him. He caught his breath a bit while the other man moved to get a condom and blinked under the blindfold. He shut his eyes tightly, then. <br><br>He could feel his lover adjusting himself and he bit his bottom lip hard when Shinya started pressing in. He felt it, then, hard. It hurt a bit since it had been so long but at the same time it felt fantastic. <br><br>"Shinya...!"<br><br>He tightened his legs around the other man's waist and reached up for a deep kiss after told that he was nice and tight.<br><br>There was something deliciously objectifying about the way the other man talked to him. He was with someone who could truly dominate him and it was something new to him, something that he knew he could enjoy. <br><br>He liked giving up control.<br><br>He took in a deep breath, then kissed him once more, relaxing his body a bit, "I'm okay," he murmured, "You can...can take me. Hard," he whispered into Shinya's ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:29:12</strong>
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				"Oh, I plan to." Shinya loved the reactions Masato was having. It would be easier to corrupt and manipulate him when he was so receptive to his advances. Already he was more promising than some of his former lovers. He couldn't wait to see how far he could take him.<br><br>Groaning into his neck, Shinya started moving. As a consideration he didn't go as fast as he wanted to right away and gave him a moment to get used to it. Soon enough though he was showing him no mercy, almost withdrawing completely before slamming back into him.<br><br>For a moment he abandoned his cock to support himself and kissed his neck. It was too bad Masato was a host because he really wanted to mark him up. There were other ways he could do that though and he would certainly enjoy it later.<br><br>"I want to hear it all. Don't hold back on me." Masato could scream and no one would hear it. No one that would ever dare to disturb them at any rate. Most knew where he lived and that was fine with him. His apartment had been fire proofed, water proofed, and might even pass off as a bomb shelter, but he wasn't sure.<br><br>At the moment he didn't give a damn anyway. The ceiling could collapse around him and he wouldn't notice any of it. The only thing he'd notice was how good Masato felt and how hot he looked while he fucked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 04:06:25</strong>
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				There were a good match. Masato wanted to give up control and Shinya wanted to take it. They both wanted to indulge in the incredible feeling of flesh on flesh, the sensual slide of one body against another one, writhing atop the wrinkled sheets. He cried out and tossed his head back so that Shinya could continue kissing and licking at his neck without actually marking him.<br><br>He whimpered when told that Shinya wanted to hear it all and then he shuddered.<br><br>He knew he could let himself go.<br><br>It was like, for the first time in his life, he'd found someone who could actually take control well enough for him to give it. His moans turned to soft cries and then to screams as the other man began to fuck him harder than he'd ever been fucked.<br><br>Even then, he begged for it harder, touching him all over and clinging to his shoulders. <br><br>"Fuck me..fuck, Shinya, I..." <br><br>It had been so long since he'd had a man towering over him like this, "Shinya!" His voice rose, already close to the edge, screaming the other man's name with all of his senses so intensified by the blindfold that each thrust had his body shaking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 04:53:01</strong>
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				It had been a long time since he had had a lover who screamed. Most men were quite and made little to no noise, only moaning, but not Masato. He liked that about him. Masato might not feel the same if Shinya decided to take him in a public place. Drawing attention to them...it would certainly be entertaining.<br><br>"That's it." He encouraged.<br><br>Shinya almost wanted Masato to did his nails in his back. It would be a nice way for Masato to claim him back, though he may never voice it. It's one of the things he tolerated and showed off but never asked for. Nail marks on his back was a statement to how good he was in bed.<br><br>Those screams were turning him on even more. Taking him hard he slipped his hand between them and leaned back so there was space. Stroking him good and fast he encouraged Masato to come. Shinya liked to draw it out but for their first time hard and fast was what they needed.<br><br>Shinya so badly wanted to mark him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 05:16:16</strong>
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				Masato's fingers clenched hard in the other man's shoulders, finally digging into his shoulders, cutting in. He craned forwards and, unable to stop himself, sank his teeth into the other man's shoulder and worried quite a dark mark. He wanted to leave a mark on the other man, so at least he'd have something to look at even if they didn't end up together at the end of the day. He still didn't really believe that Shinya would keep him around after a one night stand even though he wanted it so badly that it hurt. He shivered and arched once more, screaming Shinya's name again, voice hoarse after the liquor and pleasure that was coursing through his veins like fire. <br><br>He let his head fall back, then, and knowing that it was a bad idea he decided to beg for what he really wanted. "Show me that I'm yours. Bite me, fuck me..." he begged, "Give me something I can see tomorrow." It was his way of trying to have a little reminder.<br><br>He cried out, then, about to go over the edge.<br><br>He dug his fingers into the other man's shoulder and screamed, struggling not to lose it, not to cum right then and there. That was it, though, and a few more hard thrusts paired with the other man's brisk hand had him over the edge in a few moments.<br><br>He cried out, hips rising, whole body clenching hard and tightening around his lover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 05:46:55</strong>
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				That did it. With Masato begging for it he couldn't hold himself back anymore. The wounds he had left him were stinging pleasantly and he wanted him to feel this as well. After a moments thought he sunk his teeth into his shoulder, far enough away from his neck that it would be able to be hidden but would still be felt.<br><br>Masato was so close to climax he could practically feel his muscles coiling. Damned if that wasn't enough to bring him there as well. Those screams paired with those wounds and that tight body--it was beyond pleasurable. Shinya wasn't going to give him up anytime soon.<br><br>"Mine." Came the growl which turned into a moan after a few moments. <br><br>His teeth went back to the wound automatically, making it more prominent. He wanted it to bleed and scar over so it would last. He would definitely mark Masato more predominantly when he had the chance. Something he would feel all day so he would never be able to forget that he belonged to him.<br><br>He was about to come and that made him fuck him as hard and fast as he could to get him to come with him. He was right there on the edge with his lover and with the pleasure they were experiencing it wasn't long until they both were coming. Shinya groaned into his shoulder as he released, his hips and hand still moving until there was nothing left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 19:07:09</strong>
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				Masato's arms relaxed around the other man's neck and he struggled to catch his breath. He held on tightly to him with his shoulder aching in the most lovely way, slowly relaxing into the sheets, panting hard. He still couldn't see and he held on tightly to Shinya to assure himself that the other man wasn't going to leave him yet, struggling to catch his breath, holding on tightly. He sighed softly and then let out a tiny little whimper, running his hands down Shinya's arms slowly. He relaxed into the blankets.<br><br>He'd been taken hard and it felt incredible. It had been such a long time since he'd ever been taken like that and he had a feeling that things were only going to get more intense with Shinya being his boyfriend. It was nice to have that fantasy for the night, at least, since he had no real expectations about the other man being there in the morning.<br><br>He wanted it, but he'd never had a man stay with him after a one night stand, so he held on tightly and just enjoyed it for the moment.<br><br>His pale, long legs were spread, relaxed over the soft mattress. He was comfortable and happy and it had been so long since he'd felt this good. He hadn't actually gotten to share a bed in quite some time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 01:23:26</strong>
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				Kissing his shoulder he withdrew and tossed the condom into the trash can next to the bed. Masato's lips were drawn into another kiss as they panted into each others mouths. For a while Shinya remained on top before moving to the side, halfway draped over his lover. With his hand on his chest he felt his muscles move beneath the skin.<br><br>"I'll give you a more permanent marking later. For now this will do." He said while tracing the bite wound. There was a bit of blood left so he wiped it off. Hopefully Masato was clean and he wouldn't contract anything. He'd be pissed if he had something and hadn't told him.<br><br>"I won't let you have sex with your clients." No one would outright accuse him of anything but they'd all know what had happened if someone ended up missing or in the hospital after getting too friendly with Masato. There were many things he could get away with and Masa would slowly figure that out.<br><br>With another kiss Shinya slid off the bed and made a short trip to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet rag. Wiping them both down he kicked the clothes in his way into a pile. Shinya hated sleeping in a stick mess and while it was Masa's job to obey him, it was his job to take care of him. He liked having that responsibility.<br><br>"Do you work tomorrow?" He would be staying the night either way, but if he had to be up at a certain time he wanted to set his alarm for it. His own schedule was speculative and easily changed. No one would disturb him unless it was important.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 08:29:09</strong>
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				Masato let out a soft sound when told that he'd be given a more permanent mark. He was already bleeding, he could feel that much, and he shivered slightly. He relaxed a bit and curled up on the bed, pulling off the blindfold and dropping it to the side of the bed with a soft sigh as he unfurled himself atop the blankets and then looked at Shinya with those pale eyes. "Not have sex with my clients? I guess I can do that...it's gonna be a bit tough but I'll try. What'll I say to the ones I've already been with?"<br><br>He yawned then and pressed his face into the pillows and shook his head, "No work tomorrow...it's my day off."<br><br>He only got one day off a week and he really needed the rest.<br><br>He relaxed into Shinya's arms as the other man wiped him down with the careful care of a a true dominant, someone who looked after him and would take care of him when the end of the day came around. <br><br>He relaxed a bit more until he was fully reclined, atop the bed, reaching to pull the blankets over him, "Come hold me?" he asked softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:06:28</strong>
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				"Tell them you belong to me now." Shinya really didn't care if they were upset. They could just try and take it up with him. It might be bad for business but he wasn't preventing him from being a host altogether. Those looking for sex would have to go elsewhere. If Takeshi didn't like it then he should have known better when using Masato against him in the first place.<br><br>Once clean he placed the rag off to the side. It would make its way to the dirty clothes bin sometime tomorrow but for now he wasn't willing to leave the bed again. Especially not when there was such good company to be had.<br><br>"I suppose I could do that." There would be times when he wouldn't listen to Masato, but not over something like this. It was unlikely that he would ever deny him the pleasure of being held. It was something he liked as well after all.<br><br>Pulling the covers over them he laid on his side and pulled Masato to him.<br><br>"Sleep. Everything else can wait for tomorrow." Not everything would be disguised but they needed to find the basic boundaries of their relationship. Shinya also needed to lay down his rules. There were some things he just wouldn't tolerate, such as back talking or showing undue affection to someone else.<br><br>He wasn't exactly tired yet but lying here with his lover in his arms was a nice ending to the day. It also gave him time to think about how he would mark him. A tattoo? A piercing? There were many options to choose from and he wanted something that fit Masato perfectly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 15:31:03</strong>
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				Masato nodded but seemed a bit concerned with telling his clients that he wouldn't be able to see them after work, or even really be overly affectionate on the job. He didn't really like the fact that Takeshi wanted to use him to get to Shinya and lower the price but he decided that he was going to do his own thing with Shinya and Takeshi could go fuck himself. He'd do what he wanted, and he'd be damned if someone was going to tell him how he should act around his lovers.<br><br>He rested his head on Shinya's shoulder, hoping that the other man wouldn't kick him out in the morning, and between the alcohol and the exertion they'd just had he fell asleep within a few minutes. <br><br>He was a light sleeper but he was out like a light and he slept well into the morning.<br><br>He rolled a bit in the bed the next morning, yawning, pressing his face into the pillows. It was a bit odd to be in someone else's bed and for a moment he wasn't really certain where he was. He didn't want to open his eyes quite yet, though.<br><br>He yawned, arched a bit, and snuggled down farther into the bedding. <br><br>"Mmmm..." he murmured, raising his honey-colored head and looking around blearily to see where he was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 05:31:40</strong>
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				The movement was what woke him. He had always been a light sleeper. It had been trained into him since birth so that no one could sneak up on him in the night. It was a skill that had saved him several times. Rivals weren't always so courteous as to knock or wait for a fair chance to fight.<br><br>He settled down once realizing it was only Masato and took pleasure in watching him wake up. Another thing that came along with light sleeping was the ability to be wide awake once awoken. Sometimes it really sucked though, such as when it happened early in the morning when he didn't have to be up. This, however, he didn't mind at all.<br><br>When his eyes blearily opened, Shinya leaned over and kissed his lover's shoulder blade, leading up to his neck. His hand slid lower over the sheets. It pleased him that the bite wound was still there. However a more permanent mark would please him more. That would come soon enough.<br><br>"Good morning." He whispered into his ear. Brushing his hair away he kissed his cheek.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 00:26:31</strong>
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				Masato smiled faintly at the gentleness of the kisses being trailed down his shoulderblade, up towards his neck, already feeling the throb of the bitemark he'd been given the night before. He'd bled a bit on the sheets from the bitemark but he didn't quite notice. He smiled at the hand brushing his hair away and the lips touching his cheek. <br><br>"Morning." <br><br>He stretched and rolled so that he was curled up tightly within the other man's arms. His stomach grumbled but he ignored it - he usually did - since the last thing that he actually wanted was real food. It was hard enough to keep his weight down with all of the alcohol that he drank on the job let alone when he was eating. He did have a particular soft spot for crepes, though, the ones that the sold in street stands in the red light district packed with chicken curry and rice and all sorts of other tasty little things.<br><br>Or any of the desert crepes, really...his face had a pleasantly dreamy expression.<br><br>"Geeze," he mumbled, "I'm a bit hungry. You?"<br><br>He winced slightly as he moved and couldn't help but smile when he realized the number that had been done on him. He had never been fucked that hard and he had a pleasant ache between his legs that would remind him of the fact that he belonged to Shinya.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heart(less) Hosting [Sho and Tachi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:36:39</strong>
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				"Yeah. You able to cook?" Shinya didn't cook. Either someone cooked for him or he ordered out. It made it a bit ridiculous to have a fully stocked fridge but he didn't care about how much money it cost. Someone was usually eating out of it, at least when the guys came over. He didn't let them mooch much but some one might as well take advantage of the free food. Besides, one of them usually ended up cooking for him anyway so it all worked out in the end.<br><br>The wince pleased him. He took pride in being able to make his lovers ache the morning after. He aimed towards that goal so they would think of him all day and come back for more. <br><br>Kissing Masato he lingered for a moment before lazily sliding out of bed. With a stretch he gave his lover a little smirk before padding off towards the bathroom, calling out behind him. "Make the bed and then come join me in the shower."<br><br>Shinya demanded a lot from his lovers. Not always chores but what he asked he expected to have done. It was a reflection on how he lived his life. Everything he ordered was done by his 'minions' and so he expected it of everyone else. When he wasn't listened to he grew irritated and sometimes violent. It was better to just do what he wanted and for others to pick their battles. When he was obeyed normally he was more willing to let things slide.<br><br>The large marble shower stood at the back of the bathroom as he turned on the water the spray came from the ceiling but also it flowed over and down the back wall, creating a waterfall like effect. It was one of his favorite places to bed. The shower doubled as a bathtub and so he could lounge here as long as he liked. It was western style and so there were no benches or wash stations. He liked it that way.
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