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Title: Bidders
Fandom: You're My Love Prize in Viewfinder, Love Mode
Author:Em
Pairing: TabakaXAsami, FeilongXKou, mention of ReijiXNaoya and TakamiyaXIzumi
Rating: R
Warning: AU from ingenius_inc's request. Part One. Not sure how many I will have. Suffering from Carpal Tunnel Syndrome so updates my be slow. Un-betaed
His eyes were closed, dark eyelashes fluttering as he tried to keep still. A room of people and some song in the background, pulsating around him, making his blood boil. The cue came and he was off, dancing across the stage, his hand on the short tight black shirt. Nails scratched up as he pulled the shirt up, wiggling his ass with each bass drop, shirt in hands and now bare-chested, nipple rings shining in the light. He followed through with the routine, dropping down on his stomach and up on all fours, ass in the air and hands caressing his flesh, dancing past and around his leather covered cock. It took two counts and he rolled over, hips lifting as he unbuttoned the leather hot pants, feet balanced on spike heels. His fishnets stretched as he pushed the pants down, rolling to his knees, and winking at the crowd. He was burning up from the lights and flushed with pleasure as eyes devoured his body.
Bouncing he had his shorts to his hips, the blue string satin thongs wet with excitement. Kicking a foot out, he arched his leg, showing off the defined legs, long and lean. After a few more beats he let the foot hit the ground and arched up, his other leg steadying him as he moved to stand once again. He moved back to the fabric and pushed it down, turning so everyone could see his bare ass, stepping out of the things after a moment. He was hard, straining against the thongs, and he caressed the garter belt straps, hooking to his fishnets. Head falling back he touched himself, mouth open and eyes glazed from the pleasure that spiked up his body. He gasped and moaned, ears roaring, ignoring the calls and cheers.
The last part of the damn song came and he pulled on the strings at his hips, ripping the garment off, and feeing himself for everyone, before grasping his arching cock and stroking, his moves slowing to him swaying. He was on fire, exposed, and so fucking close to coming. His other hand came down and cupped his balls, leaning forward to push his ass in the air, imaging something, someone pressing against him, ready to fuck…
The speaker echoed on and a smooth voice began the information. “Tabaka is a rare find, eager to please anyone who can offer the highest bid. His specialties are rimming, bottom, and role-play. He is ready for any cock, and more than happy to fulfill desires. Starting big is in US dollars and at 40 thousand.”
Takaba stood on stage and watched the signs go up, his hands falling back to his side. He knew the rules. Several minutes later and he stood still hard and panting as the number surge up to 60 thousand. He met each gaze, eyes wide, and lips swollen. Smiling at someone of the better looking bidders he licked his lips and bit the lower lip.
“69 thousand going once, going twice…”
A man in the back rose from his seat and threw his sign up, “70 thousand…” Others joined and finally the man announced 83 and all but two stayed up. One was a long haired man, dressed in a black suit and red shirt, face calm and eyes on the other man. That other one was tall, broad shouldered and smocking a cigarette, his eyes locked with Takaba’s.
“100 thousand going once, twice, sold to Asami in the back. Congratulations!” The voice roared over the speaker and Tabaka watched the dark haired man walk up, before lowering his head and accepting the lease that hooked to his collar.
Takaba lowered his head and opened his arms, allowing his new owner to pick him up and set him off the stage. Slowly they walked to the back,
One. Two. Three.
He counted, keeping his movements slow, incase of falling. Spiked heels were harder to walk on than dance with. When he was dancing he was alive, free, and safe. Now reality came back and he was careful.
“Takaba'!” It was whispered harshly and the boy stopped after hitting someone’s chest. Looking up, his eyes wide, he looked around. Well tried to, instead he found himself looking at a dark silk shirt.
“Takaba!” It was louder now and he spun around, shifting until he was pressed against the body he had hit. “Pay Attention!” He nodded to the man on the sidelines and straightened.
“I see you are very focused, boy.” The body behind him said voice low and deep.
He nodded and this time took his time to turn back around, head falling back as he gazed up at the man. “I am new to this.” Takaba said softly, gesturing at the leash. “I joined the B&B club a few months ago.”
The dark haired man smirked and Takaba opened his mouth to ask what was funny when the speaker came back on.
“And now B&B Club presents the original and friend of Takaba's …Kou! And you know he has to be as sexy as Tabaka after that dance!”
Cheers rose and Takaba watched as his best friend came on stage, hair gelled back, shades on and a tight cat suit on, complete with tail, ears, and spiked boots. He smiled at the crowd and lifted his gloved claw hands and hiss at everyone before the music came on and he danced. Just like Takaba he lost himself in the music, using his tail to entice the crowd, as he stripped off the cat suit inch by inch. It was black leather and shiny, making each inch of skin coming in view paler and creamier.
He winked, and shook his ass, before jumping off the stage and hitting the isle. Kou was always unpredictable. He headed to a nude Takaba and grabbed his waist, dry humping the boy, then turning around and slide down the blonde’s body. Takaba,in the mean time, ran his hands up and down Kou, pushing more of the suit down at each caress. Kou was now panting, his cock hard and on the side, running down his left thigh. He arched into the touches, hands rubbing himself as he closed his eyes and moaned. Through out this Tabaka moved more fabric down, even after the song and only Kou’s chest was bare.
Silence permeated the room as everyone watched with open mouths to see how far best friends went. A clearing of the throat and then a warm caress of breath brushed past Takaba's ear. “I think we should be leaving now. If you plan on fulfilling your part of the contract?”
Takaba shook his head no, and dropped his hands, allowing Kou free. “Not until I see who wins Kou.” He still leaned on his owner, shifting until comfortable which seemed to make the man happy because he stayed.
The speaker came back on and the voice resumed. “Well that was quite a show! Kou… everyone! Never know what you are going to get with him, the edge of unpredictability! His specialties are rare. He is bi and happy on top or bottom as long as he sees you come. Bidding starts at 45 thousand.”
The bidders raised their hands and signs happily and after a struggle to keep Kou the bid hit 120 thousand. Only one man remained the same long haired guy from Takaba's bid.
“Going once, twice…three! Sold to Feilong Liu! For the astonishing price of 125 thousand dollars!”
Kou stood in a daze, still focused on the dance and voices around him, smile in place. Takaba, used to his friend not paying attention, threw his leg out and lightly kicked Kou back to reality. The dark haired youth let out a gasp and looked behind him, eyes narrowed in anger.
“You didn’t have to hit me!” He whispered loudly. All Takaba did was roll his eyes and snuggled closer to the body behind him.
Said body smirked, and wrapped an arm around Takaba and stepped back.
Feilong stepped up and touched Kou’s arm. Kou turned and looked, eyes following the extended arm to the leash waiting there.
“Oh, ya.” He said, lowering his head to the taller man and holding still for Feilong to connect the leash. Kou straightened and offered his arm to the Chinese Triad member, who took it.
Asami and Feilong bowed to each other before Feilong led his slave off toward the bar.
“Let’s go.” Asami whispered to the blonde, as he watched Feilong walk off, earning a nod and smile. Together they turned to the exit, untangling arms and legs, and ending with walking side by side, with a hand on the small of Takaba's back. A door was opened by a doorman and on the other side; one of Reiji assistant’s waited to hand Takaba a robe.
“Enjoy your slave, Asami-san.” He said bowing low as Takaba shrugged on the fabric and took the hand offered out by Asami. They left shortly after in a BMW, toward the contracted place, Asami’s home.
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Upstairs a dark haired man sat smoking a cigarette and watching the cameras, as each of his men show cased their talent for clients to bid on. Inhaling he focused on Takaba and Client 78 leading him out of the club. Each contract lay out in front of him on his desk parts highlighted for quick reference.
Before allowing any client to bid each one had to sign a contract with a stated location the men could be found with phone numbers and a signature promising to pay the final price after bidding. It was turning out to be a great success but Reiji wasn’t convinced Takaba was ready for a week long client. At least Kou had been with B&B for 8 months and had done several parties before signing up for the auction. Takaba had one party under his belt and several weekend clients. It made Reiji nervous.
“You worry too much. Takaba was asked informed on what would be expected. He chose this for himself.” Kiichi warned, sitting on the couch near Reiji’s desk, sipping tea. “If he had indicated a possiblity of not being ready I wouldn’t have let him sign on little brother.”
“But a yakuza for his first time? I would have preferred an actor or even a politician.” Reiji continued on, switching from one TV to another, now monitoring Kou. “Even Kou is still considered new, but at least Feilong-san has a good record of not harming any of the men.”
Sighing Kiichi got up and placed his tea cup on the table before going over to Reiji and patting his shoulder.
“I’ll check up on both of them this week. If they need anything they have our numbers. Why don’t you go home? I’m sure Naoya-kun is anxiously waiting up for you. Missing dinner and in bed. Don’t be an Izumi-kun and waste a good time and love.”
Reiji scowled at Kiichi and stood up. “Be careful; if Takamiya-chan heard you, he would be very angry.”
The doctor only rolled his eyes and took the place of Reiji and turning to the TVs. “I’ll stay and kept watch.”
Reiji nodded and pulling his coat on, stumped the cigarette out before leaving for home.
Fandom: You're My Love Prize in Viewfinder, Love Mode
Author:Em
Pairing: TabakaXAsami, FeilongXKou, mention of ReijiXNaoya and TakamiyaXIzumi
Rating: R
Warning: AU from ingenius_inc's request. Part One. Not sure how many I will have. Suffering from Carpal Tunnel Syndrome so updates my be slow. Un-betaed
His eyes were closed, dark eyelashes fluttering as he tried to keep still. A room of people and some song in the background, pulsating around him, making his blood boil. The cue came and he was off, dancing across the stage, his hand on the short tight black shirt. Nails scratched up as he pulled the shirt up, wiggling his ass with each bass drop, shirt in hands and now bare-chested, nipple rings shining in the light. He followed through with the routine, dropping down on his stomach and up on all fours, ass in the air and hands caressing his flesh, dancing past and around his leather covered cock. It took two counts and he rolled over, hips lifting as he unbuttoned the leather hot pants, feet balanced on spike heels. His fishnets stretched as he pushed the pants down, rolling to his knees, and winking at the crowd. He was burning up from the lights and flushed with pleasure as eyes devoured his body.
Bouncing he had his shorts to his hips, the blue string satin thongs wet with excitement. Kicking a foot out, he arched his leg, showing off the defined legs, long and lean. After a few more beats he let the foot hit the ground and arched up, his other leg steadying him as he moved to stand once again. He moved back to the fabric and pushed it down, turning so everyone could see his bare ass, stepping out of the things after a moment. He was hard, straining against the thongs, and he caressed the garter belt straps, hooking to his fishnets. Head falling back he touched himself, mouth open and eyes glazed from the pleasure that spiked up his body. He gasped and moaned, ears roaring, ignoring the calls and cheers.
The last part of the damn song came and he pulled on the strings at his hips, ripping the garment off, and feeing himself for everyone, before grasping his arching cock and stroking, his moves slowing to him swaying. He was on fire, exposed, and so fucking close to coming. His other hand came down and cupped his balls, leaning forward to push his ass in the air, imaging something, someone pressing against him, ready to fuck…
The speaker echoed on and a smooth voice began the information. “Tabaka is a rare find, eager to please anyone who can offer the highest bid. His specialties are rimming, bottom, and role-play. He is ready for any cock, and more than happy to fulfill desires. Starting big is in US dollars and at 40 thousand.”
Takaba stood on stage and watched the signs go up, his hands falling back to his side. He knew the rules. Several minutes later and he stood still hard and panting as the number surge up to 60 thousand. He met each gaze, eyes wide, and lips swollen. Smiling at someone of the better looking bidders he licked his lips and bit the lower lip.
“69 thousand going once, going twice…”
A man in the back rose from his seat and threw his sign up, “70 thousand…” Others joined and finally the man announced 83 and all but two stayed up. One was a long haired man, dressed in a black suit and red shirt, face calm and eyes on the other man. That other one was tall, broad shouldered and smocking a cigarette, his eyes locked with Takaba’s.
“100 thousand going once, twice, sold to Asami in the back. Congratulations!” The voice roared over the speaker and Tabaka watched the dark haired man walk up, before lowering his head and accepting the lease that hooked to his collar.
Takaba lowered his head and opened his arms, allowing his new owner to pick him up and set him off the stage. Slowly they walked to the back,
One. Two. Three.
He counted, keeping his movements slow, incase of falling. Spiked heels were harder to walk on than dance with. When he was dancing he was alive, free, and safe. Now reality came back and he was careful.
“Takaba'!” It was whispered harshly and the boy stopped after hitting someone’s chest. Looking up, his eyes wide, he looked around. Well tried to, instead he found himself looking at a dark silk shirt.
“Takaba!” It was louder now and he spun around, shifting until he was pressed against the body he had hit. “Pay Attention!” He nodded to the man on the sidelines and straightened.
“I see you are very focused, boy.” The body behind him said voice low and deep.
He nodded and this time took his time to turn back around, head falling back as he gazed up at the man. “I am new to this.” Takaba said softly, gesturing at the leash. “I joined the B&B club a few months ago.”
The dark haired man smirked and Takaba opened his mouth to ask what was funny when the speaker came back on.
“And now B&B Club presents the original and friend of Takaba's …Kou! And you know he has to be as sexy as Tabaka after that dance!”
Cheers rose and Takaba watched as his best friend came on stage, hair gelled back, shades on and a tight cat suit on, complete with tail, ears, and spiked boots. He smiled at the crowd and lifted his gloved claw hands and hiss at everyone before the music came on and he danced. Just like Takaba he lost himself in the music, using his tail to entice the crowd, as he stripped off the cat suit inch by inch. It was black leather and shiny, making each inch of skin coming in view paler and creamier.
He winked, and shook his ass, before jumping off the stage and hitting the isle. Kou was always unpredictable. He headed to a nude Takaba and grabbed his waist, dry humping the boy, then turning around and slide down the blonde’s body. Takaba,in the mean time, ran his hands up and down Kou, pushing more of the suit down at each caress. Kou was now panting, his cock hard and on the side, running down his left thigh. He arched into the touches, hands rubbing himself as he closed his eyes and moaned. Through out this Tabaka moved more fabric down, even after the song and only Kou’s chest was bare.
Silence permeated the room as everyone watched with open mouths to see how far best friends went. A clearing of the throat and then a warm caress of breath brushed past Takaba's ear. “I think we should be leaving now. If you plan on fulfilling your part of the contract?”
Takaba shook his head no, and dropped his hands, allowing Kou free. “Not until I see who wins Kou.” He still leaned on his owner, shifting until comfortable which seemed to make the man happy because he stayed.
The speaker came back on and the voice resumed. “Well that was quite a show! Kou… everyone! Never know what you are going to get with him, the edge of unpredictability! His specialties are rare. He is bi and happy on top or bottom as long as he sees you come. Bidding starts at 45 thousand.”
The bidders raised their hands and signs happily and after a struggle to keep Kou the bid hit 120 thousand. Only one man remained the same long haired guy from Takaba's bid.
“Going once, twice…three! Sold to Feilong Liu! For the astonishing price of 125 thousand dollars!”
Kou stood in a daze, still focused on the dance and voices around him, smile in place. Takaba, used to his friend not paying attention, threw his leg out and lightly kicked Kou back to reality. The dark haired youth let out a gasp and looked behind him, eyes narrowed in anger.
“You didn’t have to hit me!” He whispered loudly. All Takaba did was roll his eyes and snuggled closer to the body behind him.
Said body smirked, and wrapped an arm around Takaba and stepped back.
Feilong stepped up and touched Kou’s arm. Kou turned and looked, eyes following the extended arm to the leash waiting there.
“Oh, ya.” He said, lowering his head to the taller man and holding still for Feilong to connect the leash. Kou straightened and offered his arm to the Chinese Triad member, who took it.
Asami and Feilong bowed to each other before Feilong led his slave off toward the bar.
“Let’s go.” Asami whispered to the blonde, as he watched Feilong walk off, earning a nod and smile. Together they turned to the exit, untangling arms and legs, and ending with walking side by side, with a hand on the small of Takaba's back. A door was opened by a doorman and on the other side; one of Reiji assistant’s waited to hand Takaba a robe.
“Enjoy your slave, Asami-san.” He said bowing low as Takaba shrugged on the fabric and took the hand offered out by Asami. They left shortly after in a BMW, toward the contracted place, Asami’s home.
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Upstairs a dark haired man sat smoking a cigarette and watching the cameras, as each of his men show cased their talent for clients to bid on. Inhaling he focused on Takaba and Client 78 leading him out of the club. Each contract lay out in front of him on his desk parts highlighted for quick reference.
Before allowing any client to bid each one had to sign a contract with a stated location the men could be found with phone numbers and a signature promising to pay the final price after bidding. It was turning out to be a great success but Reiji wasn’t convinced Takaba was ready for a week long client. At least Kou had been with B&B for 8 months and had done several parties before signing up for the auction. Takaba had one party under his belt and several weekend clients. It made Reiji nervous.
“You worry too much. Takaba was asked informed on what would be expected. He chose this for himself.” Kiichi warned, sitting on the couch near Reiji’s desk, sipping tea. “If he had indicated a possiblity of not being ready I wouldn’t have let him sign on little brother.”
“But a yakuza for his first time? I would have preferred an actor or even a politician.” Reiji continued on, switching from one TV to another, now monitoring Kou. “Even Kou is still considered new, but at least Feilong-san has a good record of not harming any of the men.”
Sighing Kiichi got up and placed his tea cup on the table before going over to Reiji and patting his shoulder.
“I’ll check up on both of them this week. If they need anything they have our numbers. Why don’t you go home? I’m sure Naoya-kun is anxiously waiting up for you. Missing dinner and in bed. Don’t be an Izumi-kun and waste a good time and love.”
Reiji scowled at Kiichi and stood up. “Be careful; if Takamiya-chan heard you, he would be very angry.”
The doctor only rolled his eyes and took the place of Reiji and turning to the TVs. “I’ll stay and kept watch.”
Reiji nodded and pulling his coat on, stumped the cigarette out before leaving for home.