See You, Space Cowboy - 1/4
Title: See You, Space Cowboy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: In order of their appearance, Nino/Narimiya Hiroki; Aiba/Daigo; Aiba/Zebra Queen; Nino/Ohno; Aiba/Jun; Nino/Kitagawa Keiko/Sho; Aiba/Ohno; and Aiba/Nino. With several other guest stars~~
Summary: Aiba Masaki and Ninomiya Kazunari are the hired muscle for Royale, a space brothel. These are their adventures. Their sexual adventures.
Notes/Warnings: For this year's kitto_slutparty. This story is really just "Aiba and Nino bang everybody...in space." This is mostly porn. Includes: oral, anal, rimming, double penetration, dubcon, crossdressing, a character who switches genders, condoms of the future!!!; and one zebra-striped vibrator.
.Royale Flush.
Aiba Masaki would never admit it, but he still had trouble finding his way around Royale. Though he could tell up from down and starboard from port, there was just something about Royale that always left him confused.
He supposed the perpetual scents of soothing lavender and heavy patchouli that perfumed the air inside the place had a lot to do with it too. Royale was a space station orbiting the planet Kangiten and was dedicated to one thing: pleasure. And so the air was always scented to calm the nerves, to help visitors relax and let Kou-san's lackeys drain their accounts while they went about their business. Aiba had started out as one of those visitors himself, having saved for months to get into the place, until Kou-san had plucked him from obscurity (and from between the thighs of one of her best girls) and set him on the path to being a lackey himself.
Not that there was anything wrong with being a lackey for Shibasaki Kou, Royale's drop-dead gorgeous proprietress and one of the Alpha Quadrant's most powerful women. There were worse employers to have, definitely. Under Kou's wing he and his partner Nino had gotten a ship of their own, and when they weren't on a job they could go off to explore. Or gamble. They kind of did a lot of gambling.
After getting turned around on the most dangerous level of the seven-level station (the level with male prostitutes from Daruma IV, planet of the "double thick dicks"), Aiba finally made his way to one of the turbolifts that would take him to Kou's office at the top. Nino was at the bottom of the station in the hangar bay fueling up the Sobu Line, their ship, for whatever journey Kou was sending them on this time.
From a young age, Aiba had wanted to be a bounty hunter. To hop in a ship, fly across the galaxy, chase down criminals, and become rich beyond his wildest dreams. He'd found a best friend in Ninomiya Kazunari and together they'd roamed around in search of fortune. But bounty hunting had come under a lot of bureaucratic red tape in recent years, so what they did now wasn't so much "bounty hunting" as it was "being hired goons who tracked down johns who skipped out on their bills."
It was still bounty hunting in Aiba's eyes, at least.
Though security was pretty tight at Royale on account of Kou's wealth and influence, some jokers tried pulling fast ones anyway. Using fake accounts. Paying with counterfeit credits. Drugging their partners and slipping away down a turbolift in one of the poor woman's negligees. Nino and Aiba got first dibs on the cheapskates.
There was a saying in the Alpha Quadrant, that "Shibasaki Kou always got hers." Little did people know that it meant "money" most of the time. Getting yourself on Kou's blacklist, getting hunted down by Nino and Aiba, meant paying double or paying with your life. And yet some fools still tried it.
The turbolift door slid open with a whoosh, revealing the top level of Royale. Level One was called "The Cherry on Top," and along with Kou's office and boudoir the level housed Kou's best guys and girls. Even as an employee Aiba could never afford it with his Hired Goon Discount.
He pressed the call button outside of the office, the retinal scanner working its magic. "Aiba Masaki, employee 361," the computer said in its sensual, hushed tone. Inside he found someone who, as usual, was not pleased to see him. Because whenever Matsumoto Jun saw Aiba Masaki, it meant that someone had ripped Kou off again.
Where Aiba usually strolled around in some comfy slacks, a shirt, and his vest, blaster holstered on the belt that hung loosely around his waist, Matsumoto Jun was a living, breathing wedding cake topper.
As Kou's personal assistant in all things (ALL things, Jun liked to remind everyone), he dressed the part. He walked around with his CommChip clipped to his ear, putting him in direct contact with Kou any time she required him. Today's ensemble wasn't as fluffy as usual. He wore a purple mesh see-through tank top, designed especially to showcase the nipple clamps Kou had decided he would spend the day wearing. His bottom half was swathed in a purple silk sarong that hugged his narrow waist. He was barefoot, walking around with his CommPad in his hand.
"You were summoned 17 hours ago," Matsumoto grumbled, tapping away angrily on the CommPad with one of his thick, sassy eyebrows arched menacingly. "The fuck took you so long?"
Aiba held in a giggle at the way Matsumoto was desperately trying not to look like he was itching around his nipple. "There was a backup at the Bishamon warp gate," Aiba informed the person who wasn't actually his boss but always acted like it. "Like, if you give us money to buy a FastPass we can get here faster."
"Maybe if you did your jobs better you'd earn a fucking FastPass."
It was definitely not a good day at Royale. Aiba plopped himself down in one of the leather armchairs adorning the office. It was well-lit and rather sterile compared to the rest of the space station. Kou always said there had to be at least one place for business and not pleasure on board. Jun spent a lot of his days in here, working out logistics while Kou promised politicians and celebrities that their escapades here would not become public knowledge on the Net. Especially if they were fans of double thick dick.
Kou was the pretty face of Royale, the headmistress of pleasurable pursuits. And Matsumoto Jun, unfortunately, was the man behind the scenes who had to make it all happen smoothly.
Matsumoto's CommChip went blue. He sneered at Aiba. "She'll see you now."
Aiba got to his feet, leaving his belt and blaster holster in the office before Jun ushered him in to Kou's boudoir.
If the lavender in the space station corridors was intoxicating, the scent of night orchid in Kou's rooms was enough to drive a man wild. Or a woman. Aiba knew Kou-san didn't discriminate.
She was in her sitting room outside of her bedroom, sitting behind the desk in her ornate chair, her long legs propped up on the desk. Jun moved to stand by her side, guarding his mistress like an obedient dog. Kou herself needed little protection, Aiba knew.
She'd lost an eye in the galactic war a decade back, and the patch she wore gave her a hardened, unapproachable look. But she was drop-dead gorgeous, with creamy pale skin and long black hair that curled where it rested on top of her breasts. She found that sitting in the nude on most occasions intimidated people. Even after working for the woman for three years, Aiba still didn't know where he was supposed to look. At her good eye? At her glittery eyepatch? At the dark curls at the junction of her thighs? Nino was always disappointed when Aiba got the call to go upstairs without him.
She turned in the chair slightly as he approached, crossing her legs at the ankles where they rested on the wooden desktop. "Masaki, good morning."
"Good morning, Kou-san. You look well."
She nodded. "Milk baths. Sakura Station in the Aegis Cluster has the best in the system. I highly recommend them."
It was out of his price range, but he nodded politely, moving from foot to foot as his dick twitched uncontrollably at the sight of his naked boss.
Jun was tapping away on his CommPad. "Aiba-san is here regarding the situation on level four last night."
"Ah, of course. And Daigo-san is usually such a good customer," Kou lamented. Her fingers struck out, slipping along Jun's side, tickling him as though he'd done something wrong by interrupting her milk bath story. He side-stepped away from her menacing fingers, though she didn't seem to mind.
"Daigo-san the musician?" Aiba asked.
Jun nodded. "He paid for one girl, snagged two and thought we wouldn't notice."
"He's kind of famous," Aiba pointed out. "How should we handle it?"
Kou wiggled her hand in the direction of a bowl of strawberries on her desk. Jun dutifully lifted the bowl, presenting them to his boss. Aiba licked his lips as Kou licked hers, fingers hovering over each red fruit before selecting one and taking a bite out of it. Juice dribbled down her chin and she made no move to wipe herself clean.
"I'll take triple from him, on account of him being a regular customer. The boy should know better," Kou ordered.
With that Aiba was dismissed. He was not offered a strawberry.
.Lalapipo.
Aiba came back from Kou-san's office with an erection and no FastPass. Much as Nino adored his best friend and partner, the guy was a grade A ditz sometimes. All he had to do once he got his assignment was ask nicely: "Kou-san, can Nino and I have a FastPass?" and then they could bypass all the warp gate queues, could zap their way across the quadrant faster. Could do their job better.
"Was she eating strawberries again?" Nino asked as Aiba slid into the co-pilot seat at his side.
Aiba wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, scratching his fingers through his frizzy brown hair. "Yeeeees."
"You're such a teenager sometimes," Nino replied, reaching across the control console to give his friend a smack. "You get in her office and in seconds you're pitching a tent. She does that on purpose you know. So you can't ask for special favors. It's why she always asks for you alone now. Because I'm smarter than you, and I can see through her nudist crap."
Aiba scowled at him, adjusting his pants. "Yeah right, in what galaxy are you smarter than me?"
"All of them," Nino replied, waiting for Royale's flight ops crew to give them the all clear to depart.
Aiba filled Nino in on the details. Rock and roller Daigo of the shitty rock band Meteor Breakerz had pulled a fast one on Royale security and had gotten a lot more bang for his buck. But the Sobu Line bounty hunting team was now on the case.
Unlike his friend, Nino hadn't grown up dreaming of hunting down criminals and assholes. He'd grown up dreaming of one day having so many credits that he could swim in them. But his options had been limited. The only way to earn tons of money was to work for it, and their home planet hadn't offered much more gainful employment than moisture farming in the desert dunes. Given that their home planet was drier than a granny's vagina, there wasn't much moisture to be farmed anyway.
And so they'd taken to the stars, earning their credits by working for a one-eyed madam and her stick up the ass whipping boy. At the very least, it was a good opening line when he was hitting on people at a bar and hoping the night would go in his favor.
FastPass-less and with the knowledge that the Meteor Breakerz "WISH For The Stars" tour was taking the band to the other side of the quadrant for a show at the Pretty Guardian Casino and Convention Station, Nino grumbled as the Sobu Line wound up at the back of a twenty-six ship deep queue, waiting to go through the warp gate.
"I'm sorry about the FastPass. I swear I'll ask next time." Aiba gazed out at the stars. "She had Jun in nipple clamps today."
Nino snorted. "Did she?"
Aiba nodded. "His life is so hard, huh?"
Oh, to be Matsumoto Jun, Nino thought with a chuckle. Trapped on that station day in, day out, watching people fuck on the security cams to make sure nobody was breaking the rules or breaking the whores. Guy probably had the worst case of blue balls in the galaxy.
After an agonizing wait they were finally through the warp gate. Aiba spent most of the journey reading through Net feeds, trying to ascertain Daigo-san's location. The Pretty Guardian show was tomorrow night and the Meteor Breakerz had yet to dock there to begin rehearsals. The media was in a panic. Where in the universe was Daigo-san?
If he had a brain in his head, he'd call it off. Laryngitis. An STD. A dead grandma. The guy had to know Kou was on to him, had sent out her finest. If anything, he'd contact them first so they didn't have to bust into the show, blasters blazing. Nino preferred the more subtle transactions anyway. He wasn't the action hero type. That was more Aiba's style. Shoot first and then run like hell.
With nothing conclusive coming over the wire, Nino took the Sobu Line to Idaten, the tiny ice moon orbiting the fifth planet in the system, halfway between the warp gate and Pretty Guardian. No point wasting fuel going all the way to the station if Daigo wasn't planning to show. And if the Net was no use, they'd have to go the old fashioned route. Secrets and whispers, the true currency of the universe.
Idaten was colder than a tundra wolf's nutsack, which kept its residents and businesses mostly out of the Empire's interest. It was a sparsely populated little moon, dotted here and there with unregulated brothels, yakuza storage domes, and a pub that always had the latest news if you knew how to spread your credits around.
Lalapipo was burrowed underground, nestled in a cave of ice and specially engineered to stay warm. Nino wasn't much for science, so like most customers he went inside to marvel appropriately at the glimmering, icy blue walls and the warm press of bodies and not think too hard about how it was built.
Aiba stayed in the hangar bay topside with the Sobu Line while Nino descended into the moon's depths, flipping a bag full of credits at the bouncer as he stepped inside. Flames danced inside fire troughs, spread strategically around the pub to keep things toasty. All around him he could hear business transactions underway. Stolen merchandise, drug smuggling. None of it was relevant to him.
He only had eyes for the bartender.
Though they'd left Royale mid-morning, by Idaten time it was almost midnight. The Lalapipo crowd was drunk, and Nino suspected that the bartender was already slipping his fingers to the bottom shelf and charging twice as much for the shitty liquor. Nino always admired smart businesspeople, bypassing a stumbling drunk trawler captain to take a seat at the bar.
It was a sparkling blue and constructed to look like the icy walls, as though the bar itself had sprung up out of the moon's core to make everyone good and drunk in style. But this wasn't a scientific breakthrough like the rest of the structure - this was just the keen interior decorating eye of the bartender.
"Well if it isn't my shittiest customer."
Nino grinned from ear to ear. "I see it's ladies night, huh, Nari?"
Narimiya Hiroki was master and mistress to dozens of folks across the quadrant, depending on how they preferred him. He tended bar with the same sharp eyes and model cheekbones every night, but on half of those nights he looked more she. Tonight was one of those nights. Nari was tall, gorgeous no matter what he slithered around in, and tonight's ensemble was a floral yukata held together with a ruby red obi that matched his lips.
His short hair was locked away under a purple shoulder-length bob, a jeweled butterfly comb adorning the side of his head. He made a point of stretching up to the top shelf and bringing down the house's most expensive bottle of whiskey. Nari probably knew Nino was here for business tonight.
"Closing time's not for another two hours," Nari informed him. "Rocks or straight up?"
Nino licked his lips. "Rocks."
"Cheap fucker," Nari said with a laugh, filling a glass with some Lalapipo signature ice crystals before adding the whiskey. "You'll slosh this shit around until it melts and get two drinks for the price of one."
"I love this bar," Nino insisted, knocking his knuckles against it.
And so for two hours Nino waited. Nari smiled and simpered around, letting drunk patrons slip credits into the sleeves of his yukata while Nino did just as the bartender had predicted, letting the ice melt and water down the strong liquor. He had to negotiate a fair price, and to do that he needed to be mostly sober. Nari was gorgeous and knew it so well he could jack up his prices without wasting time on a haggle. And Nino always preferred to haggle.
Finally the bar cleared out, and Nari dismissed his bouncers. He came around the bar after he wiped it down, perching himself gracefully in the stool at Nino's side.
"Masaki up top?"
Nino nodded. "Hopefully the idiot's keeping the engine running. We get ice from this gods-forsaken moon on the wings again, I'm sending him out the airlock."
Nari chuckled. "My friends, the lethal enforcers."
Nino sipped the remnants of his drink. "Lethal? Now Nari-kun, be nice, we're not like the bums who come in here hiring hitmen. We're only taking back money that's the rightful property of a one-eyed crazy woman."
"Speaking of," Nari interrupted, "I suppose that's why you're here? It's never anything but work with you lately."
He acknowledged it with a quick little nod. If Nari tended bar almost anywhere else in the galaxy Nino would stop by more, but this place was just too damn cold. Even underground, even in the rooms Nari had in the back of the bar, the fur-lined blankets that Nino knew intimately well. But even here in the cold, secrets somehow found their way into Nari's ears. What Nari knew could fill a book, and the real reason he tended bar on an ice moon was to hide from the influential people whose secrets he was keeping close.
"Daigo of the Meteor Breakerz. Due on stage tomorrow night but so far a no show. What can you tell me?"
Nari pulled the butterfly comb from his wig, sliding it between his fingers and tapping it on the bar top. "How to catch him. He'll show up at Pretty Guardian, but you'll never get to him."
Nino fished around inside his pocket, slipped a handful of credits onto the bar. Nari sifted through them, counting.
"Perhaps you didn't receive my newest rate card," Nari said, sounding a bit insulted.
"Ladies jewelry's a bit hard to come by on an ice moon, huh? You need me to finance your next string of pearls?"
"I've never led you astray, Kazu," Nari replied, leaning over to brush his red lipsticked mouth against Nino's neck, sending a shiver of pleasure straight down his spine. "I always give and give and give."
That much Nino knew was true. Much as he already knew it would take another fifty credits to get Nari talking and already had the money prepared, he allowed Nari to continue pleading his case, to continue the negotiations. He tilted his head and met the bartender full on, tasting the waxy harshness of Nari's lip stain before Nari's tongue slipped past his lips to curl inside with the lingering taste of the whiskey.
He negotiated right back, sliding a hand up Nari's waxed-smooth leg, moving past the shimmering satin hem of his yukata. He smiled into their kiss as Nari's fingers meandered their way up Nino's thighs, searching the inside of his vest for the rest of his credits. He batted the bartender's hands away, nipping at Nari's lip.
"Ouch," Nari protested, taking his tongue and hands back in that order, pouting. "You don't keep your money in the same place anymore."
"You taught me a valuable lesson," Nino argued right back, not even bothering to lose his temper. He was too busy trying not to imagine those red, red lips sealed around the head of his cock. Business, he told himself. Just business tonight.
"Just put the credits where I can see them, and I'll tell you. You're really no fun sometimes. I deliver without fail and what do I get for my trouble? A short little bounty hunter with a shit-eating grin trying to buy me off cheap."
"I'm not short," Nino protested, slipping his hands into a different pocket to produce the credits as requested. "I'm just compact, but not where it counts."
Nari rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, surely you are descended from the mighty warriors of Daruma IV." He started counting Nino's money again, adding the coins up until he was satisfied. "Daigo-san is in debt because his silly WISH For The Stars tour is not going to break even. But heavens forbid Kou-san keeps him from the rock star lifestyle and the rock star sexcapades that go with it."
Nino nodded, wanting to rub the lipstick from his mouth but knowing he'd have to wait until he left the bar. "What's his plan?"
"Pretty Guardian's the last stop on this stretch. He's off to Beta Quadrant and out of the way for the next leg of the tour. I sincerely doubt Kou will follow. It would cost as much to fuel your ship to catch him as it would to just eat the insult he showed at Royale."
Nino shook his head. "You don't know Kou-san and her pride as well as you might think. But she'd sure appreciate it if we nabbed him in Alpha Quadrant."
"Pretty Guardian it is. He'll do the show, the minimum set list required to meet the terms of his contract there. Then they'll make a run for it. Meaning you have to catch him before he goes on stage."
"We're pretty good at sneaking and extortion by now."
"His security team knows your faces. People are catching wise, and they know that Kou always sends you two to settle her problems. They'll have hired thugs patrolling the whole station," Nari pointed out. "Which means an undercover job."
Nino sighed. He hated extra effort. "How undercover are we talking?"
Nari brought his finger under Nino's chin, offering a wink. "As you say, you're rather compact. But Masaki and I are about the same size, aren't we?"
.I Want To Rock and Roll All Night.
"We dock in three minutes!" Nino's voice came calling from the bridge. "Are you pretty yet?"
"Piss off!" Aiba howled back, fumbling with the box full of girl stuff Nari had let them borrow. He'd spent half the trip from Idaten to Pretty Guardian watching makeup tutorials over the Net. That ladies went to all this trouble with such regularity was both distressing and impressive.
Nino had come back from Lalapipo down more credits than he'd wanted, towing along a garment bag and a metric ton of makeup. The way to Daigo's wallet was somehow routed through his dick. Aiba was going in as a groupie to seduce Kou's money back. Aiba thought Nino would have been far better suited for this kind of deception. He had more delicate features, skinny little arms and legs that could pass better. Aiba Masaki had never been very in touch with his feminine side.
He was now in a short skirt and a gauzy top that wouldn't have looked out of place on Matsumoto Jun. Nari had really come through with a bra and falsies and some padding in the skirt to give Aiba an ass worth grabbing hold of. He just hoped a rocker like Daigo didn't grab straight for his crotch. His wig was blonde and streaked with red, the fake hair itching against his neck. The heeled shoes kept him wobbly and made him a bit tall for a woman, but it was the best they could do.
As he heard the familiar sounds of the Sobu Line docking, he sprayed himself with some of Nari's perfume until he nearly sneezed the false eyelashes off his face. Somewhere in the universe people were making major bank off of false eyelash glue. False eyelash glue!
He heard laughter in the corridor, turning around to find Nino staring at him. "Aiba-san, that color lipstick really suits you."
"I will get you back for this," Aiba insisted, stomping his feet in the pinching shoes.
"You did a fine job," Nino replied. "Except for that voice of yours even I might believe it. Makeup is a marvelous thing."
"I can't compete on Nari's level, but those Net videos are pretty helpful."
While Nino went through the usual docking issues and paperwork as slowly as possible to intentionally attract attention, it allowed Aiba to slip out the rear hatch of the Sobu Line. The ship's presence was probably being relayed to Daigo-san's security team now, so they'd be on the lookout for Aiba and Nino in minutes. Which was just fine since Nino was planning to lead them on a wild goose chase, wandering the numerous casino levels as though he was looking for a way to sneak into the concert venue.
Aiba instead did his best to remain steady on his feet, adjusting his fishnet stockings as he snuck out of the hangar bay and headed straight for the nearest turbolift. Like Royale, the Pretty Guardian Casino and Convention Station was open at all hours of the day. There were businesspeople wandering from meeting to meeting, tourists gawking at the giant roulette wheel mid-station. It was a numbered surface the same as any other roulette wheel, red and black with one green pocket, save for the fact that it took up most of the floor. Pretty Guardian punished infractions by forcing guests to be spun around inside the roulette ball, shamed in front of the crowd if they couldn't pay their tab. The place didn't rely on bounty hunters to hunt down crooks. It simply made them part of the game.
The dressing rooms backstage were just beyond casino level six, the blackjack floor, and he avoided drunken leers from male and female alike as he headed to the back. There was a burly bouncer out front, Pretty Guardian staff and not Daigo's if the suit with the diamond tiara crest on the breast pocket was any indication. Aiba had run afoul of the Pretty Guardian staff before, but this man showed no recognition beyond raising an eyebrow.
"Can I help you, ma'am? Have you lost your party?"
Aiba cleared his throat, raising his voice as high as he could manage and hoping it would just sound like he was drunk. "I'm actually here for Daigo-san. I'm a big fan."
The bouncer shook his head. "No groupies tonight. Maybe after the show."
But then came a laugh from behind them, and Aiba turned to see the famous Daigo-san himself, nestled safely between two burly bodyguards of his own. "Ah, we can let her in," Daigo-san said, his words slurred. "She's a hottie." The guy was already known for being kind of dumb.
He was a grandson of the Emperor, and kind of an embarrassment to the family as he preferred playing in a mediocre rock band to preparing to take power someday. His hair was a ratty, hair-sprayed mess and he was in ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and his signature fingerless gloves. While his bodyguards tried to talk him out of it, Aiba mentally thanked Nari for having insisted on the sparkly false eyelashes and the matching set of fingerless gloves he was now wearing.
"She's got my style," Daigo insisted with a scratchy giggle. "I need a warm-up for the show anyhow."
Though the bodyguards wanted to pat Aiba down, their employer shook his head, taking Aiba by the wrist and tugging him to his dressing room in the back and shutting the door. The room smelled like a rock star cocktail - cheap sake, smoke, and sweaty man crotch.
Daigo shoved Aiba down into a pile of beanbag chairs that had been stamped "Property of DAIGO," and it took all of his acting know-how to keep from asking about them. Daigo spoke first. "So what's your name, darling?"
Shit, Aiba thought. "Masa...ko." To cover up his long pause, he opted for Daigo's signature 'WISH' hand gesture, bending down his middle and ring fingers and holding up the remaining three on each hand. "Masako Wishhhhhh!"
"Masako Wish! That's like, totally like my Wish thing. Great name!"
Aiba coughed into his fingerless glove to keep from dying of laughter. Finally Daigo decided to get down to business. He got into a strange pose, perhaps to launch into a mating dance of some kind. While rocking back and forth with one leg forward and a hand pressed to his chest, Daigo made eyes at him.
"Tonight's your lucky night, Masako Wish."
"I can't wait." He took in the leather cuff on Daigo's right wrist, seeing a faint glow coming from the material. This was going to be easy. The guy was dumb enough to put his credit uplink in plain sight.
The fact that he still had a physical credit uplink in this day and age was almost charming. Aiba preferred to log in to his account and confirm his deposits from Kou-san. Otherwise he and Nino liked dealing in physical money, doling themselves out an allowance. And then there were people like Daigo who couldn't seem to put their trust in one of the quadrant's banks, instead keeping an open link to a computer credit storage. All Aiba would have to do was snag the cuff and he could drain Daigo dry. Initially he thought he was going to have to knock the guy out and hack his account.
He wasn't particularly attracted to Daigo-san, even with the mating dance, but he allowed the rocker to stumble forward, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he knelt down, pushing Aiba further into the beanbag chairs. "It's like I have a squishy fort everywhere I go," Daigo explained, almost like reading Aiba's mind. "It's badass."
"Sure is," Aiba agreed, moving his hands around to grab hold of the guy's ass. He wondered if Nino would let them get some beanbag chairs for the Sobu Line. For his part, Daigo still hadn't seemed to catch on to Aiba's true gender, even now that he was up close and running his fingers through the wig. He was an awful kisser, too, Aiba discovered. Way too much tongue, way too much saliva. It was like making out with a swimming pool.
"Just so you know, I'm not into dick spray," Daigo slurred, breaking away from Aiba's mouth and winking. "It lessens the sensation, you know?"
Aiba shuddered. Spray-on condoms were the greatest invention since the warp drive. Allergen-free, safe, and 100% effective against the more and more bizarre STDs that were cropping up all over the galaxy, Aiba had long sworn by them. But, he supposed, they didn't fit the risky rock star lifestyle. He merely nodded demurely.
"I'm on my lady time," he replied, hoping Daigo would buy it. 'Dick spray' or no, there was no disguising what Aiba had inside his skirt. "So um, I can just treat you with my mouth."
"Masako Wish!" Daigo replied happily, nearly kneeing Aiba in the crotch as he moved off of him and flopped back against the beanbags. Aiba moved to take off his own fingerless gloves but Daigo shook his head. "No, leave those on."
Aiba took a deep breath, wondering if Kou-san knew the lengths her bounty hunters often went to in order to get her precious money back. He unzipped Daigo's jeans, took his cock in his hand, and wished for the stars.
If there was one thing Aiba had learned well over the years it was giving head. Nino often played hard to get, but Aiba found that going down on someone generally made them super agreeable and easy to trick in less time. "Oh Masako Wish!" Daigo was already groaning, and Aiba ignored the itch of the stupid fishnet stockings to concentrate on the task at hand.
His adeptness in the oral trade always brought results, and before too long, Daigo's gloved hands were tugging on his wig, trying to bring him closer. Aiba powered through, thinking of happier things like the mabo tofu ice cream at the 31,000 Flavors at the Quadrant Midpoint station. Happier things like Kou-san's round breasts and her glittery eyepatch and no Matsumoto Jun there to kill his erection. He brought up one of his hands, sliding it around Daigo's wrist, the one with the credit uplink.
Since Daigo was almost all the way to a completion that would disappoint any groupie expecting rock star stamina, Aiba was easily able to undo a few of the snaps. There was a noisy rustle of the beanbags and soon Daigo was bellowing the incomprehensible and bizarre lyrics to his own songs. Aiba timed his sneak attack perfectly, detaching the cuff from Daigo's wrist just as he arched up off the beanbags with a satisfied groan, filling Aiba's mouth with his release.
"Oh Masako Wish, you're amazing!"
"I know," Aiba said after impolitely spitting onto another of the beanbags, slipping the cuff into his bra. Fully satiated, the rocker could only lie there, basking in the dumb glow of an incredible orgasm while Aiba wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand and got to his feet.
"Well, it's been great, but I'd better be going..."
"But Masako Wish, when will I see you again?"
Aiba could only respond by pressing a hand to his heart and rocking back and forth, Daigo-style. "You'll see me again...but only if you try and pull another fast one on Shibasaki Kou! Haha!" He did the hand gesture. "WISH!"
"Wait...wait a minute!" Daigo cried.
And like that Aiba bolted, nearly snapping his ankle as he stumbled for the door. When he pulled it open, one of Daigo's thugs was waiting. Aiba yanked the wig from his head, shoving it in the guy's face. He ducked under the other thug's arm and took off running. The cuff secure inside his bra, he hobble-ran down the corridor, bursting out onto the casino floor. He probably looked ugly without the wig now, but he soon spotted Nino looking overly suspicious by one of the other doors.
"What the fuck are you doing?" his partner screeched, waving him off. "Did you say one of your stupid cowboy lines again? Gods damn it!"
"Stupid cowboy lines" was Ninomiya code for "Did you gloat in the mark's face instead of just leaving?" which Aiba had of course done. It often made their escapes more difficult, at least in Nino's eyes. But Nino was all about sneaking where Aiba was all about being super triumphant. It felt good to have that 'gotcha' moment, after all. It was a mere clash of perspectives, but already Nino had run up and was tugging on Aiba's arm.
"Let's go before he locks down his account, you idiot!"
They made it back to the Sobu Line in record time, Aiba kicking off the heels in the turbolift so he could move faster. He held Daigo's cuff against the Sobu Line's own credit uplink on the bridge, Nino keying in the passcode that would link them directly to Kou's. They watched, nearly out of breath as Daigo's credits depleted. There was barely enough to cover what he owed Kou, so all in all it wasn't as much of a triumph as Aiba had hoped for. Perhaps it wasn't even worth the "Haha!" he'd directed Daigo-san's way before running off.
But maybe, just maybe, it was enough to finally get them that damn FastPass.
Part Two
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: In order of their appearance, Nino/Narimiya Hiroki; Aiba/Daigo; Aiba/Zebra Queen; Nino/Ohno; Aiba/Jun; Nino/Kitagawa Keiko/Sho; Aiba/Ohno; and Aiba/Nino. With several other guest stars~~
Summary: Aiba Masaki and Ninomiya Kazunari are the hired muscle for Royale, a space brothel. These are their adventures. Their sexual adventures.
Notes/Warnings: For this year's kitto_slutparty. This story is really just "Aiba and Nino bang everybody...in space." This is mostly porn. Includes: oral, anal, rimming, double penetration, dubcon, crossdressing, a character who switches genders, condoms of the future!!!; and one zebra-striped vibrator.
.Royale Flush.
Aiba Masaki would never admit it, but he still had trouble finding his way around Royale. Though he could tell up from down and starboard from port, there was just something about Royale that always left him confused.
He supposed the perpetual scents of soothing lavender and heavy patchouli that perfumed the air inside the place had a lot to do with it too. Royale was a space station orbiting the planet Kangiten and was dedicated to one thing: pleasure. And so the air was always scented to calm the nerves, to help visitors relax and let Kou-san's lackeys drain their accounts while they went about their business. Aiba had started out as one of those visitors himself, having saved for months to get into the place, until Kou-san had plucked him from obscurity (and from between the thighs of one of her best girls) and set him on the path to being a lackey himself.
Not that there was anything wrong with being a lackey for Shibasaki Kou, Royale's drop-dead gorgeous proprietress and one of the Alpha Quadrant's most powerful women. There were worse employers to have, definitely. Under Kou's wing he and his partner Nino had gotten a ship of their own, and when they weren't on a job they could go off to explore. Or gamble. They kind of did a lot of gambling.
After getting turned around on the most dangerous level of the seven-level station (the level with male prostitutes from Daruma IV, planet of the "double thick dicks"), Aiba finally made his way to one of the turbolifts that would take him to Kou's office at the top. Nino was at the bottom of the station in the hangar bay fueling up the Sobu Line, their ship, for whatever journey Kou was sending them on this time.
From a young age, Aiba had wanted to be a bounty hunter. To hop in a ship, fly across the galaxy, chase down criminals, and become rich beyond his wildest dreams. He'd found a best friend in Ninomiya Kazunari and together they'd roamed around in search of fortune. But bounty hunting had come under a lot of bureaucratic red tape in recent years, so what they did now wasn't so much "bounty hunting" as it was "being hired goons who tracked down johns who skipped out on their bills."
It was still bounty hunting in Aiba's eyes, at least.
Though security was pretty tight at Royale on account of Kou's wealth and influence, some jokers tried pulling fast ones anyway. Using fake accounts. Paying with counterfeit credits. Drugging their partners and slipping away down a turbolift in one of the poor woman's negligees. Nino and Aiba got first dibs on the cheapskates.
There was a saying in the Alpha Quadrant, that "Shibasaki Kou always got hers." Little did people know that it meant "money" most of the time. Getting yourself on Kou's blacklist, getting hunted down by Nino and Aiba, meant paying double or paying with your life. And yet some fools still tried it.
The turbolift door slid open with a whoosh, revealing the top level of Royale. Level One was called "The Cherry on Top," and along with Kou's office and boudoir the level housed Kou's best guys and girls. Even as an employee Aiba could never afford it with his Hired Goon Discount.
He pressed the call button outside of the office, the retinal scanner working its magic. "Aiba Masaki, employee 361," the computer said in its sensual, hushed tone. Inside he found someone who, as usual, was not pleased to see him. Because whenever Matsumoto Jun saw Aiba Masaki, it meant that someone had ripped Kou off again.
Where Aiba usually strolled around in some comfy slacks, a shirt, and his vest, blaster holstered on the belt that hung loosely around his waist, Matsumoto Jun was a living, breathing wedding cake topper.
As Kou's personal assistant in all things (ALL things, Jun liked to remind everyone), he dressed the part. He walked around with his CommChip clipped to his ear, putting him in direct contact with Kou any time she required him. Today's ensemble wasn't as fluffy as usual. He wore a purple mesh see-through tank top, designed especially to showcase the nipple clamps Kou had decided he would spend the day wearing. His bottom half was swathed in a purple silk sarong that hugged his narrow waist. He was barefoot, walking around with his CommPad in his hand.
"You were summoned 17 hours ago," Matsumoto grumbled, tapping away angrily on the CommPad with one of his thick, sassy eyebrows arched menacingly. "The fuck took you so long?"
Aiba held in a giggle at the way Matsumoto was desperately trying not to look like he was itching around his nipple. "There was a backup at the Bishamon warp gate," Aiba informed the person who wasn't actually his boss but always acted like it. "Like, if you give us money to buy a FastPass we can get here faster."
"Maybe if you did your jobs better you'd earn a fucking FastPass."
It was definitely not a good day at Royale. Aiba plopped himself down in one of the leather armchairs adorning the office. It was well-lit and rather sterile compared to the rest of the space station. Kou always said there had to be at least one place for business and not pleasure on board. Jun spent a lot of his days in here, working out logistics while Kou promised politicians and celebrities that their escapades here would not become public knowledge on the Net. Especially if they were fans of double thick dick.
Kou was the pretty face of Royale, the headmistress of pleasurable pursuits. And Matsumoto Jun, unfortunately, was the man behind the scenes who had to make it all happen smoothly.
Matsumoto's CommChip went blue. He sneered at Aiba. "She'll see you now."
Aiba got to his feet, leaving his belt and blaster holster in the office before Jun ushered him in to Kou's boudoir.
If the lavender in the space station corridors was intoxicating, the scent of night orchid in Kou's rooms was enough to drive a man wild. Or a woman. Aiba knew Kou-san didn't discriminate.
She was in her sitting room outside of her bedroom, sitting behind the desk in her ornate chair, her long legs propped up on the desk. Jun moved to stand by her side, guarding his mistress like an obedient dog. Kou herself needed little protection, Aiba knew.
She'd lost an eye in the galactic war a decade back, and the patch she wore gave her a hardened, unapproachable look. But she was drop-dead gorgeous, with creamy pale skin and long black hair that curled where it rested on top of her breasts. She found that sitting in the nude on most occasions intimidated people. Even after working for the woman for three years, Aiba still didn't know where he was supposed to look. At her good eye? At her glittery eyepatch? At the dark curls at the junction of her thighs? Nino was always disappointed when Aiba got the call to go upstairs without him.
She turned in the chair slightly as he approached, crossing her legs at the ankles where they rested on the wooden desktop. "Masaki, good morning."
"Good morning, Kou-san. You look well."
She nodded. "Milk baths. Sakura Station in the Aegis Cluster has the best in the system. I highly recommend them."
It was out of his price range, but he nodded politely, moving from foot to foot as his dick twitched uncontrollably at the sight of his naked boss.
Jun was tapping away on his CommPad. "Aiba-san is here regarding the situation on level four last night."
"Ah, of course. And Daigo-san is usually such a good customer," Kou lamented. Her fingers struck out, slipping along Jun's side, tickling him as though he'd done something wrong by interrupting her milk bath story. He side-stepped away from her menacing fingers, though she didn't seem to mind.
"Daigo-san the musician?" Aiba asked.
Jun nodded. "He paid for one girl, snagged two and thought we wouldn't notice."
"He's kind of famous," Aiba pointed out. "How should we handle it?"
Kou wiggled her hand in the direction of a bowl of strawberries on her desk. Jun dutifully lifted the bowl, presenting them to his boss. Aiba licked his lips as Kou licked hers, fingers hovering over each red fruit before selecting one and taking a bite out of it. Juice dribbled down her chin and she made no move to wipe herself clean.
"I'll take triple from him, on account of him being a regular customer. The boy should know better," Kou ordered.
With that Aiba was dismissed. He was not offered a strawberry.
.Lalapipo.
Aiba came back from Kou-san's office with an erection and no FastPass. Much as Nino adored his best friend and partner, the guy was a grade A ditz sometimes. All he had to do once he got his assignment was ask nicely: "Kou-san, can Nino and I have a FastPass?" and then they could bypass all the warp gate queues, could zap their way across the quadrant faster. Could do their job better.
"Was she eating strawberries again?" Nino asked as Aiba slid into the co-pilot seat at his side.
Aiba wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, scratching his fingers through his frizzy brown hair. "Yeeeees."
"You're such a teenager sometimes," Nino replied, reaching across the control console to give his friend a smack. "You get in her office and in seconds you're pitching a tent. She does that on purpose you know. So you can't ask for special favors. It's why she always asks for you alone now. Because I'm smarter than you, and I can see through her nudist crap."
Aiba scowled at him, adjusting his pants. "Yeah right, in what galaxy are you smarter than me?"
"All of them," Nino replied, waiting for Royale's flight ops crew to give them the all clear to depart.
Aiba filled Nino in on the details. Rock and roller Daigo of the shitty rock band Meteor Breakerz had pulled a fast one on Royale security and had gotten a lot more bang for his buck. But the Sobu Line bounty hunting team was now on the case.
Unlike his friend, Nino hadn't grown up dreaming of hunting down criminals and assholes. He'd grown up dreaming of one day having so many credits that he could swim in them. But his options had been limited. The only way to earn tons of money was to work for it, and their home planet hadn't offered much more gainful employment than moisture farming in the desert dunes. Given that their home planet was drier than a granny's vagina, there wasn't much moisture to be farmed anyway.
And so they'd taken to the stars, earning their credits by working for a one-eyed madam and her stick up the ass whipping boy. At the very least, it was a good opening line when he was hitting on people at a bar and hoping the night would go in his favor.
FastPass-less and with the knowledge that the Meteor Breakerz "WISH For The Stars" tour was taking the band to the other side of the quadrant for a show at the Pretty Guardian Casino and Convention Station, Nino grumbled as the Sobu Line wound up at the back of a twenty-six ship deep queue, waiting to go through the warp gate.
"I'm sorry about the FastPass. I swear I'll ask next time." Aiba gazed out at the stars. "She had Jun in nipple clamps today."
Nino snorted. "Did she?"
Aiba nodded. "His life is so hard, huh?"
Oh, to be Matsumoto Jun, Nino thought with a chuckle. Trapped on that station day in, day out, watching people fuck on the security cams to make sure nobody was breaking the rules or breaking the whores. Guy probably had the worst case of blue balls in the galaxy.
After an agonizing wait they were finally through the warp gate. Aiba spent most of the journey reading through Net feeds, trying to ascertain Daigo-san's location. The Pretty Guardian show was tomorrow night and the Meteor Breakerz had yet to dock there to begin rehearsals. The media was in a panic. Where in the universe was Daigo-san?
If he had a brain in his head, he'd call it off. Laryngitis. An STD. A dead grandma. The guy had to know Kou was on to him, had sent out her finest. If anything, he'd contact them first so they didn't have to bust into the show, blasters blazing. Nino preferred the more subtle transactions anyway. He wasn't the action hero type. That was more Aiba's style. Shoot first and then run like hell.
With nothing conclusive coming over the wire, Nino took the Sobu Line to Idaten, the tiny ice moon orbiting the fifth planet in the system, halfway between the warp gate and Pretty Guardian. No point wasting fuel going all the way to the station if Daigo wasn't planning to show. And if the Net was no use, they'd have to go the old fashioned route. Secrets and whispers, the true currency of the universe.
Idaten was colder than a tundra wolf's nutsack, which kept its residents and businesses mostly out of the Empire's interest. It was a sparsely populated little moon, dotted here and there with unregulated brothels, yakuza storage domes, and a pub that always had the latest news if you knew how to spread your credits around.
Lalapipo was burrowed underground, nestled in a cave of ice and specially engineered to stay warm. Nino wasn't much for science, so like most customers he went inside to marvel appropriately at the glimmering, icy blue walls and the warm press of bodies and not think too hard about how it was built.
Aiba stayed in the hangar bay topside with the Sobu Line while Nino descended into the moon's depths, flipping a bag full of credits at the bouncer as he stepped inside. Flames danced inside fire troughs, spread strategically around the pub to keep things toasty. All around him he could hear business transactions underway. Stolen merchandise, drug smuggling. None of it was relevant to him.
He only had eyes for the bartender.
Though they'd left Royale mid-morning, by Idaten time it was almost midnight. The Lalapipo crowd was drunk, and Nino suspected that the bartender was already slipping his fingers to the bottom shelf and charging twice as much for the shitty liquor. Nino always admired smart businesspeople, bypassing a stumbling drunk trawler captain to take a seat at the bar.
It was a sparkling blue and constructed to look like the icy walls, as though the bar itself had sprung up out of the moon's core to make everyone good and drunk in style. But this wasn't a scientific breakthrough like the rest of the structure - this was just the keen interior decorating eye of the bartender.
"Well if it isn't my shittiest customer."
Nino grinned from ear to ear. "I see it's ladies night, huh, Nari?"
Narimiya Hiroki was master and mistress to dozens of folks across the quadrant, depending on how they preferred him. He tended bar with the same sharp eyes and model cheekbones every night, but on half of those nights he looked more she. Tonight was one of those nights. Nari was tall, gorgeous no matter what he slithered around in, and tonight's ensemble was a floral yukata held together with a ruby red obi that matched his lips.
His short hair was locked away under a purple shoulder-length bob, a jeweled butterfly comb adorning the side of his head. He made a point of stretching up to the top shelf and bringing down the house's most expensive bottle of whiskey. Nari probably knew Nino was here for business tonight.
"Closing time's not for another two hours," Nari informed him. "Rocks or straight up?"
Nino licked his lips. "Rocks."
"Cheap fucker," Nari said with a laugh, filling a glass with some Lalapipo signature ice crystals before adding the whiskey. "You'll slosh this shit around until it melts and get two drinks for the price of one."
"I love this bar," Nino insisted, knocking his knuckles against it.
And so for two hours Nino waited. Nari smiled and simpered around, letting drunk patrons slip credits into the sleeves of his yukata while Nino did just as the bartender had predicted, letting the ice melt and water down the strong liquor. He had to negotiate a fair price, and to do that he needed to be mostly sober. Nari was gorgeous and knew it so well he could jack up his prices without wasting time on a haggle. And Nino always preferred to haggle.
Finally the bar cleared out, and Nari dismissed his bouncers. He came around the bar after he wiped it down, perching himself gracefully in the stool at Nino's side.
"Masaki up top?"
Nino nodded. "Hopefully the idiot's keeping the engine running. We get ice from this gods-forsaken moon on the wings again, I'm sending him out the airlock."
Nari chuckled. "My friends, the lethal enforcers."
Nino sipped the remnants of his drink. "Lethal? Now Nari-kun, be nice, we're not like the bums who come in here hiring hitmen. We're only taking back money that's the rightful property of a one-eyed crazy woman."
"Speaking of," Nari interrupted, "I suppose that's why you're here? It's never anything but work with you lately."
He acknowledged it with a quick little nod. If Nari tended bar almost anywhere else in the galaxy Nino would stop by more, but this place was just too damn cold. Even underground, even in the rooms Nari had in the back of the bar, the fur-lined blankets that Nino knew intimately well. But even here in the cold, secrets somehow found their way into Nari's ears. What Nari knew could fill a book, and the real reason he tended bar on an ice moon was to hide from the influential people whose secrets he was keeping close.
"Daigo of the Meteor Breakerz. Due on stage tomorrow night but so far a no show. What can you tell me?"
Nari pulled the butterfly comb from his wig, sliding it between his fingers and tapping it on the bar top. "How to catch him. He'll show up at Pretty Guardian, but you'll never get to him."
Nino fished around inside his pocket, slipped a handful of credits onto the bar. Nari sifted through them, counting.
"Perhaps you didn't receive my newest rate card," Nari said, sounding a bit insulted.
"Ladies jewelry's a bit hard to come by on an ice moon, huh? You need me to finance your next string of pearls?"
"I've never led you astray, Kazu," Nari replied, leaning over to brush his red lipsticked mouth against Nino's neck, sending a shiver of pleasure straight down his spine. "I always give and give and give."
That much Nino knew was true. Much as he already knew it would take another fifty credits to get Nari talking and already had the money prepared, he allowed Nari to continue pleading his case, to continue the negotiations. He tilted his head and met the bartender full on, tasting the waxy harshness of Nari's lip stain before Nari's tongue slipped past his lips to curl inside with the lingering taste of the whiskey.
He negotiated right back, sliding a hand up Nari's waxed-smooth leg, moving past the shimmering satin hem of his yukata. He smiled into their kiss as Nari's fingers meandered their way up Nino's thighs, searching the inside of his vest for the rest of his credits. He batted the bartender's hands away, nipping at Nari's lip.
"Ouch," Nari protested, taking his tongue and hands back in that order, pouting. "You don't keep your money in the same place anymore."
"You taught me a valuable lesson," Nino argued right back, not even bothering to lose his temper. He was too busy trying not to imagine those red, red lips sealed around the head of his cock. Business, he told himself. Just business tonight.
"Just put the credits where I can see them, and I'll tell you. You're really no fun sometimes. I deliver without fail and what do I get for my trouble? A short little bounty hunter with a shit-eating grin trying to buy me off cheap."
"I'm not short," Nino protested, slipping his hands into a different pocket to produce the credits as requested. "I'm just compact, but not where it counts."
Nari rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, surely you are descended from the mighty warriors of Daruma IV." He started counting Nino's money again, adding the coins up until he was satisfied. "Daigo-san is in debt because his silly WISH For The Stars tour is not going to break even. But heavens forbid Kou-san keeps him from the rock star lifestyle and the rock star sexcapades that go with it."
Nino nodded, wanting to rub the lipstick from his mouth but knowing he'd have to wait until he left the bar. "What's his plan?"
"Pretty Guardian's the last stop on this stretch. He's off to Beta Quadrant and out of the way for the next leg of the tour. I sincerely doubt Kou will follow. It would cost as much to fuel your ship to catch him as it would to just eat the insult he showed at Royale."
Nino shook his head. "You don't know Kou-san and her pride as well as you might think. But she'd sure appreciate it if we nabbed him in Alpha Quadrant."
"Pretty Guardian it is. He'll do the show, the minimum set list required to meet the terms of his contract there. Then they'll make a run for it. Meaning you have to catch him before he goes on stage."
"We're pretty good at sneaking and extortion by now."
"His security team knows your faces. People are catching wise, and they know that Kou always sends you two to settle her problems. They'll have hired thugs patrolling the whole station," Nari pointed out. "Which means an undercover job."
Nino sighed. He hated extra effort. "How undercover are we talking?"
Nari brought his finger under Nino's chin, offering a wink. "As you say, you're rather compact. But Masaki and I are about the same size, aren't we?"
.I Want To Rock and Roll All Night.
"We dock in three minutes!" Nino's voice came calling from the bridge. "Are you pretty yet?"
"Piss off!" Aiba howled back, fumbling with the box full of girl stuff Nari had let them borrow. He'd spent half the trip from Idaten to Pretty Guardian watching makeup tutorials over the Net. That ladies went to all this trouble with such regularity was both distressing and impressive.
Nino had come back from Lalapipo down more credits than he'd wanted, towing along a garment bag and a metric ton of makeup. The way to Daigo's wallet was somehow routed through his dick. Aiba was going in as a groupie to seduce Kou's money back. Aiba thought Nino would have been far better suited for this kind of deception. He had more delicate features, skinny little arms and legs that could pass better. Aiba Masaki had never been very in touch with his feminine side.
He was now in a short skirt and a gauzy top that wouldn't have looked out of place on Matsumoto Jun. Nari had really come through with a bra and falsies and some padding in the skirt to give Aiba an ass worth grabbing hold of. He just hoped a rocker like Daigo didn't grab straight for his crotch. His wig was blonde and streaked with red, the fake hair itching against his neck. The heeled shoes kept him wobbly and made him a bit tall for a woman, but it was the best they could do.
As he heard the familiar sounds of the Sobu Line docking, he sprayed himself with some of Nari's perfume until he nearly sneezed the false eyelashes off his face. Somewhere in the universe people were making major bank off of false eyelash glue. False eyelash glue!
He heard laughter in the corridor, turning around to find Nino staring at him. "Aiba-san, that color lipstick really suits you."
"I will get you back for this," Aiba insisted, stomping his feet in the pinching shoes.
"You did a fine job," Nino replied. "Except for that voice of yours even I might believe it. Makeup is a marvelous thing."
"I can't compete on Nari's level, but those Net videos are pretty helpful."
While Nino went through the usual docking issues and paperwork as slowly as possible to intentionally attract attention, it allowed Aiba to slip out the rear hatch of the Sobu Line. The ship's presence was probably being relayed to Daigo-san's security team now, so they'd be on the lookout for Aiba and Nino in minutes. Which was just fine since Nino was planning to lead them on a wild goose chase, wandering the numerous casino levels as though he was looking for a way to sneak into the concert venue.
Aiba instead did his best to remain steady on his feet, adjusting his fishnet stockings as he snuck out of the hangar bay and headed straight for the nearest turbolift. Like Royale, the Pretty Guardian Casino and Convention Station was open at all hours of the day. There were businesspeople wandering from meeting to meeting, tourists gawking at the giant roulette wheel mid-station. It was a numbered surface the same as any other roulette wheel, red and black with one green pocket, save for the fact that it took up most of the floor. Pretty Guardian punished infractions by forcing guests to be spun around inside the roulette ball, shamed in front of the crowd if they couldn't pay their tab. The place didn't rely on bounty hunters to hunt down crooks. It simply made them part of the game.
The dressing rooms backstage were just beyond casino level six, the blackjack floor, and he avoided drunken leers from male and female alike as he headed to the back. There was a burly bouncer out front, Pretty Guardian staff and not Daigo's if the suit with the diamond tiara crest on the breast pocket was any indication. Aiba had run afoul of the Pretty Guardian staff before, but this man showed no recognition beyond raising an eyebrow.
"Can I help you, ma'am? Have you lost your party?"
Aiba cleared his throat, raising his voice as high as he could manage and hoping it would just sound like he was drunk. "I'm actually here for Daigo-san. I'm a big fan."
The bouncer shook his head. "No groupies tonight. Maybe after the show."
But then came a laugh from behind them, and Aiba turned to see the famous Daigo-san himself, nestled safely between two burly bodyguards of his own. "Ah, we can let her in," Daigo-san said, his words slurred. "She's a hottie." The guy was already known for being kind of dumb.
He was a grandson of the Emperor, and kind of an embarrassment to the family as he preferred playing in a mediocre rock band to preparing to take power someday. His hair was a ratty, hair-sprayed mess and he was in ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and his signature fingerless gloves. While his bodyguards tried to talk him out of it, Aiba mentally thanked Nari for having insisted on the sparkly false eyelashes and the matching set of fingerless gloves he was now wearing.
"She's got my style," Daigo insisted with a scratchy giggle. "I need a warm-up for the show anyhow."
Though the bodyguards wanted to pat Aiba down, their employer shook his head, taking Aiba by the wrist and tugging him to his dressing room in the back and shutting the door. The room smelled like a rock star cocktail - cheap sake, smoke, and sweaty man crotch.
Daigo shoved Aiba down into a pile of beanbag chairs that had been stamped "Property of DAIGO," and it took all of his acting know-how to keep from asking about them. Daigo spoke first. "So what's your name, darling?"
Shit, Aiba thought. "Masa...ko." To cover up his long pause, he opted for Daigo's signature 'WISH' hand gesture, bending down his middle and ring fingers and holding up the remaining three on each hand. "Masako Wishhhhhh!"
"Masako Wish! That's like, totally like my Wish thing. Great name!"
Aiba coughed into his fingerless glove to keep from dying of laughter. Finally Daigo decided to get down to business. He got into a strange pose, perhaps to launch into a mating dance of some kind. While rocking back and forth with one leg forward and a hand pressed to his chest, Daigo made eyes at him.
"Tonight's your lucky night, Masako Wish."
"I can't wait." He took in the leather cuff on Daigo's right wrist, seeing a faint glow coming from the material. This was going to be easy. The guy was dumb enough to put his credit uplink in plain sight.
The fact that he still had a physical credit uplink in this day and age was almost charming. Aiba preferred to log in to his account and confirm his deposits from Kou-san. Otherwise he and Nino liked dealing in physical money, doling themselves out an allowance. And then there were people like Daigo who couldn't seem to put their trust in one of the quadrant's banks, instead keeping an open link to a computer credit storage. All Aiba would have to do was snag the cuff and he could drain Daigo dry. Initially he thought he was going to have to knock the guy out and hack his account.
He wasn't particularly attracted to Daigo-san, even with the mating dance, but he allowed the rocker to stumble forward, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he knelt down, pushing Aiba further into the beanbag chairs. "It's like I have a squishy fort everywhere I go," Daigo explained, almost like reading Aiba's mind. "It's badass."
"Sure is," Aiba agreed, moving his hands around to grab hold of the guy's ass. He wondered if Nino would let them get some beanbag chairs for the Sobu Line. For his part, Daigo still hadn't seemed to catch on to Aiba's true gender, even now that he was up close and running his fingers through the wig. He was an awful kisser, too, Aiba discovered. Way too much tongue, way too much saliva. It was like making out with a swimming pool.
"Just so you know, I'm not into dick spray," Daigo slurred, breaking away from Aiba's mouth and winking. "It lessens the sensation, you know?"
Aiba shuddered. Spray-on condoms were the greatest invention since the warp drive. Allergen-free, safe, and 100% effective against the more and more bizarre STDs that were cropping up all over the galaxy, Aiba had long sworn by them. But, he supposed, they didn't fit the risky rock star lifestyle. He merely nodded demurely.
"I'm on my lady time," he replied, hoping Daigo would buy it. 'Dick spray' or no, there was no disguising what Aiba had inside his skirt. "So um, I can just treat you with my mouth."
"Masako Wish!" Daigo replied happily, nearly kneeing Aiba in the crotch as he moved off of him and flopped back against the beanbags. Aiba moved to take off his own fingerless gloves but Daigo shook his head. "No, leave those on."
Aiba took a deep breath, wondering if Kou-san knew the lengths her bounty hunters often went to in order to get her precious money back. He unzipped Daigo's jeans, took his cock in his hand, and wished for the stars.
If there was one thing Aiba had learned well over the years it was giving head. Nino often played hard to get, but Aiba found that going down on someone generally made them super agreeable and easy to trick in less time. "Oh Masako Wish!" Daigo was already groaning, and Aiba ignored the itch of the stupid fishnet stockings to concentrate on the task at hand.
His adeptness in the oral trade always brought results, and before too long, Daigo's gloved hands were tugging on his wig, trying to bring him closer. Aiba powered through, thinking of happier things like the mabo tofu ice cream at the 31,000 Flavors at the Quadrant Midpoint station. Happier things like Kou-san's round breasts and her glittery eyepatch and no Matsumoto Jun there to kill his erection. He brought up one of his hands, sliding it around Daigo's wrist, the one with the credit uplink.
Since Daigo was almost all the way to a completion that would disappoint any groupie expecting rock star stamina, Aiba was easily able to undo a few of the snaps. There was a noisy rustle of the beanbags and soon Daigo was bellowing the incomprehensible and bizarre lyrics to his own songs. Aiba timed his sneak attack perfectly, detaching the cuff from Daigo's wrist just as he arched up off the beanbags with a satisfied groan, filling Aiba's mouth with his release.
"Oh Masako Wish, you're amazing!"
"I know," Aiba said after impolitely spitting onto another of the beanbags, slipping the cuff into his bra. Fully satiated, the rocker could only lie there, basking in the dumb glow of an incredible orgasm while Aiba wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand and got to his feet.
"Well, it's been great, but I'd better be going..."
"But Masako Wish, when will I see you again?"
Aiba could only respond by pressing a hand to his heart and rocking back and forth, Daigo-style. "You'll see me again...but only if you try and pull another fast one on Shibasaki Kou! Haha!" He did the hand gesture. "WISH!"
"Wait...wait a minute!" Daigo cried.
And like that Aiba bolted, nearly snapping his ankle as he stumbled for the door. When he pulled it open, one of Daigo's thugs was waiting. Aiba yanked the wig from his head, shoving it in the guy's face. He ducked under the other thug's arm and took off running. The cuff secure inside his bra, he hobble-ran down the corridor, bursting out onto the casino floor. He probably looked ugly without the wig now, but he soon spotted Nino looking overly suspicious by one of the other doors.
"What the fuck are you doing?" his partner screeched, waving him off. "Did you say one of your stupid cowboy lines again? Gods damn it!"
"Stupid cowboy lines" was Ninomiya code for "Did you gloat in the mark's face instead of just leaving?" which Aiba had of course done. It often made their escapes more difficult, at least in Nino's eyes. But Nino was all about sneaking where Aiba was all about being super triumphant. It felt good to have that 'gotcha' moment, after all. It was a mere clash of perspectives, but already Nino had run up and was tugging on Aiba's arm.
"Let's go before he locks down his account, you idiot!"
They made it back to the Sobu Line in record time, Aiba kicking off the heels in the turbolift so he could move faster. He held Daigo's cuff against the Sobu Line's own credit uplink on the bridge, Nino keying in the passcode that would link them directly to Kou's. They watched, nearly out of breath as Daigo's credits depleted. There was barely enough to cover what he owed Kou, so all in all it wasn't as much of a triumph as Aiba had hoped for. Perhaps it wasn't even worth the "Haha!" he'd directed Daigo-san's way before running off.
But maybe, just maybe, it was enough to finally get them that damn FastPass.
Part Two