Sin

Sin

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He held the letter in his hand, the words striking through his dim haze as the moon above lay sleepily between darkening clouds. The chill breeze touched his skin through the black mesh shirt he wore and the fishnet gloves adorning his hands. Around him the nightlife world of lights and fantasy awoke into a frenzy, beckoning him to join in its nightly bequest of hedonism.

From a distance he witnessed his fist crumble the paper, skin pallid under the dim moonlight and the contrast of his clothing; he heard his cell phone ringing in his pants pocket, tucked snuggly in its tight confines. Sleek and black with silver hem, his pants provided only semi-protection against the night breeze. He mumbled as the ringtone died down and left him in silence under the cascade of lights.

“It cannot….it cannot be true.” The whisper escaped his lips and blended into the air before he could comprehend the hoarseness of his voice. Since opening the letter he’d restrained the bubble rising from the recesses of his being and kept his mouth pursed tightly; his throat burned and his caramel eyes stung from the unexpressed tears.

Behind him he heard the rambling voices and music drowning into a drone that died away from his consciousness. The letter’s words remained imprinted on his vision even as he crumbled and threw it away. ‘I regret to inform you, your sister died in a car accident last week, the funeral…..’

“They could have at least phoned me….” He dropped to his knees on the employee balcony, hands shaking and clenching as though trying to rip up the concrete floor. Inside his chest clenched and his stomach bubbled, driving away the hunger he had before opening the plain white envelope that housed the damnable letter. “I couldn’t even attend the funeral, fuck.”

“Hey, Yue. Your shift started seven minutes ago, and there’s a regular looking for you.”

Yue’s narrowed caramel eyes glanced up at the man leaning against the balcony doorframe. Short cropped hair spiked with gel and penetrating blue eyes the man studied the twenty year old in silence, cigarette between his lips. Under the various neon signs and streetlights illuminating the balcony, the man puffed on the cigarette as he waited, the night breeze loosing a few ashes from the lit end. The hustle of the club broke through the silence, and Yue felt his stomach churn.

‘I am at work, I need to be professional - I can’t lose this job.’ He gritted his teeth and stood up, running his fingers through his auburn hair instinctively to fix the damage done by the wind. To make doubly sure, he glanced into the staffroom mirror before heading toward the main part of the club, cursing at the policies of his strict employer.

Club Helena’s strict policies concerning its hosts and the quickness with which it would hire new blood, meant he’d lose his job if he missed work without prior notice. That rule, among the others drilled into all new employees, was the most strictly practiced, and he’d seen fellow hosts be dismissed for missing work even with prior notice. Only those ranked among the club’s top three were allowed the luxury of missing work without worry. He currently ranked fifth place.

“Hey, Yue.” A redhead with smooth cheeks and hazel eyes peeked in on him from the doorway, the music of the club blaring through the opening. “Takeshima-san is at table one.”

“I’ll be there in a second, Tae-chan.” Yue replied cringing involuntarily as the image of the boss’s brother popped into his head. With clean cut black hair accenting a clean shaven face, the 35-year-old always wore a business suit that matched the hue of his eyes. Dark gray that glinted with malice.

Caramel eyes narrowed behind auburn bangs as he listened to the redheaded Tae return to the club, the door left slightly ajar. Thin lips swallowed back a curse as Yue stepped through the door and plastered a welcoming smile onto his pale face. Beneath the heavy lights, he scanned the front of the club until he locked on Takeshima drinking a glass of vodka at the table closest to the lavatories.

Under the blare of music issuing from speakers mounted to each corner, Yue glanced over the selection of wines and liquors displayed for the customers’ use; he lingered idly by the display while glancing occasionally at Takeshima reflected in the glass covering. The business man watched him closely, dark gray eyes hungrily consuming his appearance, and sipped at the glass of vodka. Yue hid his shudder as he turned around, unable to delay approaching Takeshima any longer - he grabbed a full bottle of vodka from those stored behind the display and glided through the sea of tables; the dark gray eyes following him like a wolf's.

"Good evening, Takeshima-san." He smiled, head tilted to allow his auburn hair to cover his right cheek, lending him a seductive visage under the soft glow of the overhead lights. "Nice to see you back again."

"Hm . . . ." The man sipped some more vodka, lips curved slightly upwards; his gray irises appraising the 20-year-old as slender hands placed the unopened bottle of vodka on the mahogany table. Those thin lips on the fair face, and the caramel irises hiding behind long eye lashes were beautiful things to imagine in the throes of pleasure beneath him. "Seemed you had trouble deciding what to bring me. There's such a fine collection to choose from every specimen both delicious and expensive."

"Only the best for the patrons of Club Helena, our specialty is fine wines and fine service." Yue leaned low over the table, refilling the business man's glass, his skin viewable through the mesh shirt. Gooseflesh rose on his skin as he felt a large hand caress his side, sneaking under the flimsy fabric. Two thick fingers trailed circles over the sensitive skin and warm breath fell on his cheek as Takeshima leaned close and whispered into his ear.

"I couldn't wait until I saw you tonight. I've been dying since I couldn't take you with me on my business trip." He flicked out a warm tongue against the pink earlobe, relishing the sharp intake of breath produced by the host's thin lips.

"Takeshima-san." Yue's eyelids fluttered at the chill passing through his body at the touch, the man's fingers drawing their small circles closer and closer to his black pants. "Your drink . . . ."

"Forget the drink. I want you." Takeshima hooked his fingers into the belt loop of Yue's pants as he rose from his seat; face imbued with hunger he led the host toward the restrooms.

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Beneath the sign spelling out Club Helena in bold lights, a swaying young man rubbing his temple paused; the shadows of his wavy hair obscured the top half of his face, leaving the only things discernable the tip of his nose and a pallid pointy chin. Long fingers decorated with an array of gothic rings ran through the massive tangle that was the color of hazelnut. The wild strands shined under the neon signs that boldly blocked out view of the night sky, its pearl moon dimmed.

"This club has the hottest hosts, I'm telling you. Heiji and Tae are the most popular." A group of three youthful women approached the club entrance - a sleek door made of one way glass that pulled outward onto the sidewalk. Two of the women grabbed voraciously onto every word the first spoke, faces lit with anticipation. As the youngest in appearance opened the door she noticed the hazelnut haired man, now with his right arm propped against Club Helena's front window.

"Ooh. Is that guy a host?" She asked the first woman, round deer eyes staring at the man. Her petit nose sniffed the scent of alcohol reeking from the stranger's frilly white dress shirt.

"Um. No way. The hosts go to the back if they get drunk, and I haven't seen him before."

"He has the looks of a host though, don't you think?"

"I don't know . . .he may be a customer . . . ."

"What! Is . . . .is this that kind of . . . ."

"Ha ha. No, it's not but the hosts do sometimes attract male clientele. That's why I brought you here Yumi-chan, since you're a fujoshi."

"Sari-chan, please you're embarrassing me!"

"Come on, Sari, Yumi, let's go inside - that man reeks."

Obscured behind a tassel of hazelnut hair falling over a doll white face, eyes a rich shade of apple green followed the women into the club. Full lips pressed firmly together frowned, and the hand un-adorn by rings pulled the loose wavy locks behind a pierced ear. The man sighed and clicked his tongue, relaxing momentarily, back propped against the window.

"You're not so hot yourself, you sluts." The mumble disappeared into the night air washed out by silence. "Though, I should wash up a bit. I overdid it at the bar." He clicked his tongue again, then pushed away from the window, his unsteady legs stepping toward the door.

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Lavish walls of dark oak adorn with tapestries of Japanese poetry and Sumi paintings, black-framed photographs of various locations around the world, and handcrafted chestnut carvings greeted the man’s searching gaze. Solid black tables with stainless steel legs sat on top an onyx gray floor designed in separate tiles crafted in the appearance of smooth stones; the thin frame parting floor and wall a rich shade of burnt chestnut matched the carvings, and the bright white tapestries popped out against the dark walls.

He whistled in admiration as he stepped further into the club, apple green eyes studying the various patrons competing for the hosts' attentions. One patron - a petit minx wearing tight pink jeans and a white halter-top, heeled sandals on her feet ordered an expensive bottle of wine, her manicured fingers playing with a curl of deep brown hair. The purchase attracted the attention of the hosts and the atmosphere grew lively with colored lights and music as the bottle was uncorked.

The whole clubs' attention centered in on the brunette, the man frowned and tossed back the hazelnut curls framing his face. The gothic rings on his right hand shined under the flashing lights, the adorn fingers messing with the frills on his shirt; its white fabric reflected the varied hued light as his apple irises zeroed in on an unoccupied table.

He stepped toward it silently, his ironed, raven dress pants swishing. A recently vacated chair remained askew beside the table, its hue sharp black, with steel legs and back frame. On top the table a full glass of vodka placed beside a newly open bottle drew his sharp eyes and he licked his lips as he approached closer. The restroom sign popped into view next, relief spreading across his facial features.

Briefly glancing at the fracas, he grabbed the glass of vodka and gulped it down before replacing it on the smooth table, then he continued to the men's room.

Walls painted a similar shade of brown as the main club room, sinks a glistening white with large mirrors encased in black frame mounted above, the restroom's lighting bestowed a calm aura around him. More stylized and larger than he'd seen before, the restroom held five sinks along the left wall under a large rectangle mirror mounted with black frames. Across from the sinks along the right-hand side, four urinals and three stalls sat - the urinals matching the porcelain sinks while the stalls showed off their deep shade of burnt chestnut.

'One stall is occupied.' The man noted, shifting his eyes next to the mirror; his soft soled shoes glided toward the closest sink, his long fingers reaching for the faucet.

Before he touched the cool stainless steel knobs, gasps issued from the occupied stall and he froze; ears keen. His eyes darted between his reflection and the reflection of the stall in the mirror, heart thumping as the gasps morphed into moans. His entire body stiffened as he caught the sound of muffled talking, its volume too low to decipher any words though its teasing tone could not be denied. Both voices were undeniably male.

'Shit . . . two guys are getting their rocks off in there.' He steadied himself against the sink as the rational center of his brain screamed at him to leave the restroom; yet his body refused to budge, caught in the onslaught of thoughts induced by the alcohol in his bloodstream.

Curiosity bit its teeth deep into him at the next slew of wanton moans, and instead of fleeing he silently entered a neighboring stall.

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Blood leaked from the pink plush and into his mouth, leaving its coppery taste on his tongue. Through his mesh shirt large hands massaged his nipples, Takeshima’s warm mouth nibbling at his earlobe. Slender fingers clenched tightly into fists against the tiled wall, his body leaning forward over the western style toilet, Yue shivered a the hot breath falling on his ear. Takeshima’s hand sneaked under his mesh shirt.

“Nnh.” His vision blurred as two warm fingers took hold of his left nipple, teasing the rosy nub; wet lips pressed against his shoulder blades, Yue only half noticed Takeshima pulling the mesh shirt over his head - providing access to the 20-year-old’s bare back.

“You’re so into this. Your body’s quivering.” Takeshima chuckled in his husky voice and pressed a stilled clothed chest against Yue’s back. The fabric tickled and multiplied the shivers sent down his spine from Takeshima’s hot breath on the nape of his neck. “Here.” The older man teased a hardened nipple, then licked the shell of Yue’s ear; low footsteps paused outside the stall door as Takeshima parted the young host’s legs with his knee. “And here.”

“Ah…nnh.” Yue trembled, caramel eyes tightly shut while Takeshima’s unoccupied hand cupped his erection through his sleek slacks. The older man stroked it slowly, eyes lit with delight at the younger’s red face. He chuckled and unzipped the tight pants, smirk widening at the bare skin that greeted him.

“You’re so eager.” He whispered into Yue’s ear, stroking the freed erection from base to tip. Slicked with pre-cum that dripped like white honey from the tiny slit, Yue’s erection quivered and throbbed in Takeshima’s warm hand. Lewd mewls spilling forth from the lips were delicious to Takeshima’s ears, and he stroked firmer on the pulsing muscle to elicit more of those sweet sounds.

“Nnnh…ahnnh.”

“So beautiful. The cries you make….no need to hush them.” Takeshima cooed and kissed Yue’s ear, pulling down the black pants further to the 20-year-old’s lithe knees. Cupping the sac at the base with his left hand while his thumb gently stroked the side, Takeshima rubbed circles around Yue’s puckered opening.

“Ah.” Sweet moans slid from the youth’s pale lips in response to Takeshima’s touch, the rosy opening already slick with arousal. “Ah.”

“Yes.” The older man hissed, pressing a single finger inside, his other hand unzipping his own suit-gray pants. He plunged the finger in deep, then back to the first knuckle, chuckling at Yue’s gasps. The lust flushed body shuddered beneath his onslaught, skin slicked with sweat - he pressed in a second finger and mimicked thrusting motions with them.

“Ah. Ah. Takeshima….” Yue’s breathy voice caught and half lidded caramel eyes shut tight as the thick fingers brushed against his prostrate. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recalled the footsteps outside the stall, yet as Takeshima’s hands tugged the gasps and moans from his throat, he forgot to listen to the footsteps leave.

Under the pale light that peeked into the stall, the continued onslaught of hands and mouth wrung forth a succession of moans from Yue’s partly opened lips. Back arched from a strong thrust by Takeshima’s fingers, he laid his arms across the back of the toilet for support, his throbbing arousal craving more contact.

“Takeshima, please….”

“Please what?” Takeshima grinned, touching the younger man’s arousal briefly while deliberately slowing the thrusting movements of his fingers.

“Please, don’t stop….I….ah….” The younger man’s lust-reddened face blushed deeper, biting his lip at the decrease in contact. Yue swallowed as Takeshima removed his fingers and instead returned to tracing circles around the quivering opening. Eyes tightly closed, he forced his lips to move, his body craving more contact. “Please….I…..I want your cock….ah…..inside me.”

“Much obliged for a beauty like you.” Takeshima breathed into Yue’s ear, bracing the 20-year-old with one hand on either side of the host’s waist, erection pressed against the opening slicked with arousal. In one fluid motion he sheathed himself inside Yue, hissing as the ill-prepared muscles clenched down around him. “Fuck.”

“Ah. Ah.” Moisture fell from the corners of Yue’s caramel eyes as he tensed instinctively around the large intrusion. Breath shallow and heart racing, he willed himself to relax, inaudibly cursing at Takeshima’s lack preparations. ‘He needs to use lubricant next time…fuck….’

“I’m moving now.” Takeshima whispered and pulled out until just the tip remained sheathed, left arm bracing the young body, he stroked Yue’s erection as he thrust deep inside.

“Ah. Ah.” Yue lost all control over his moans once the thick erection began ramming into him, hitting his prostrate with every thrust. “Ah. Takeshima….ah.”

“Yes…still so tight….” The hand stroking Yue’s erection faltered as the older man’s thrusts increased, blinded by approaching orgasm. He gasped as Yue’s body instinctively matched his thrusts, engulfing his erection deeper into the slender body. “Ur…yes….”

Takeshima sharply inhaled and clasped his arms tightly around Yue as he came, releasing into the shaking body in the throes of its own orgasm.

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Calming down from his climax, his caramel eyes half-lidded and parted lips gasping for air, Yue listened to the sound of Takeshima's zipper and the rustle of clothes as the business man straightened up his suit. Heart pounding, he flinched as Takeshima ruffled his soaked with sweat auburn hair and stuffed a slew of 10,000 yen notes into the 20-year-old's clenched fist.

"Buy some new clothes - I think those you're wearing might've torn. You won't be able to work tonight in them."

"Yeah." Was his reply, exhaustion robbing him of all thought along with the ability to move. Above him, an expectant 'hm' escaped Takeshima's lips and Yue cringed; he moved his lips to make a politer reply but all that escaped was air.

"I must've been too rough this time. I'll let it slide . . . ." Takeshima threw down an extra 10,000 yen note before exiting the stall. He paused in front of the mirror to finish touching up his appearance. His face impassive, he strode without a backwards glance out the restroom door.

The moment the restroom door clicked shut, clenched fists tossed the money to the sparkling linoleum floor and pale lips retched into the toilet. The stench of semen and vomit mingled in his nose, and his thin lips trembled after he spit the rest of his stomach's contents into the porcelain bowl.

"Fuck. If he wasn't the boss's brother . . . ." Yue slammed his fist against the stall wall, caramel eyes narrowed to slits. He rose on trembling legs and pulled off his ruined shirt, cursing at the torn fabric. His chest shiny with sweat, he breathed in relief that none of his semen had gotten on him or his clothes - it all landed on the toilet.

He leaned back against the stall door, propping it shut, and pulled up his tight slacks. The black material had escaped any stains or tears during the ordeal, but he swallowed as he felt a dribble of Takeshima's semen sliding out of his ass. After zipping up, he slammed his fist once again against the wall, eyes moist.

"I . . . . I wish I never met him." He seethed, placing a hand over his face as recollection of their first meeting flashed through his thoughts.

He'd been working at Club Helena for three weeks and building up enough regulars to snatch fourth place among the hosts when Takeshima returned from a two week business trip. The man entered the club wordlessly carrying a briefcase and wearing a lighter suit than his usual dark gray, his lips a fine line. Silently Yue had watched him sit at table one and open his briefcase, perusing the papers he took out with bored eyes.

"Who is that man at table one, Tae-san?" Yue asked the redhead when they passed each other while bringing drinks to their customers. Tae blinked at Yue's question, then opened his lips in a response he quickly stifled as a particular expression crossed his face.

"I forgot you haven't seen him yet. That's Takeshima-san, the boss's older brother." Tae replied without bothering to glance at the table, and smirked at Yue's wonderment. "That table is reserved for him. It's always empty when he's not here in case you didn't notice."

"Ah." Yue grinned sheepishly, revealing his ignorance. His lips parted to begin another question as he watched Tae glance toward the business man. The redhead chewed his lip before shifting his gaze to Yue.

"Try not to draw his attention, Yue-san. People who do don't last long here."

" . . . Okay, Tae-san." Yue allowed the redhead to return to his customers, confusion knitting his eyebrows. His caramel eyes strayed towards Takeshima, who he noticed had taken a break from the papers in his briefcase and instead studied the rest of the club. For a brief moment their eyes met, and Yue gasped at the vibrant gray eyes that seemed to devour his caramel ones.

He quickly turned away and returned to table three where the customer whose order he carried sat. His heart thumped against his ribcage and though he hid the apprehension behind his host persona, it felt like the man's eyes never shifted from their gaze at his back. Once his customers left for the night he swallowed and allowed the shiver to run down his spine. Before he headed towards the lavatories he glanced at Takeshima's table and felt relief wash over him at the vacated table.

Too soon. Takeshima waited for him inside the male lavatory, gray eyes gleaming under the dimmed lighting. Those strong arms grabbed him before he could utter a greeting, and held him close against the man's chest. Hungry lips crushed his before he could struggle against the embrace, and an impatient tongue forced its way into his mouth.

"Ta -" The parting of his lips necessary to form the words allowed the man's hot tongue to dive into his mouth. It forced his own tongue into play and stifled his breathing as foreign sensations passed through his body. The older man pushed him against the wall.

His eyes widened as he felt Takeshima move one warm hand under his shirt while the other one slipped into the back of his pants. He shoved the man off of him, cheeks flushed crimson, and glared at those gray irises in disbelief.

" . . . What was that? What were you trying . . . ."

"I think it was pretty obvious. You have the most delicious lips, Iwagawa-kun. I bet you've kissed plenty of girls in your life." Takeshima gazed down at him while standing beside the sinks; the gray eyes widened when Yue turned redder. "Really, you haven't kissed much? Even with women? Have you ever even done it with anyone?"

"Just once." Yue answered automatically under the man's piercing glare, his answer causing astonishment to spread over the otherwise composed features. Gray eyes locked on his, and he shuddered under their keenness; jovial lips smirked as Takeshima cupped the 20-year-old’s chin.

“Hm? Only once? Interesting - someone with your face should have no shortage of admirers. Smooth, milky skin and brown, light like caramel eyes - then those pale pink lips.” Takeshima pressed his lips once more against Yue’s, this time keeping it chaste. “I cannot understand how anyone would not want a taste.”

“Takeshima-san, I really don’t….” Yue felt his body burn as the man’s hands slipped under his shirt and pushed him against the wall beside the restroom door, his words cut off by a stronger kiss.

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“Well that was some finale. Those moans of yours….” Yue froze as the voice crashed on his ears the second he opened the stall door; his caramel eyes widened. Three feet from him, leaning against the restroom wall a man around his age crossed his arms and stared directly into his eyes; the apple green irises magnetic, he couldn’t avert his gaze. “So, you’re into doing it for money?”

The 20-year-old’s face flushed as the stranger motioned to the cash he’d reluctantly picked up before leaving the stall. The bills clenched tightly in in fist, Yue swallowed and felt the heat of anger rise within him - the stranger’s amused face seemed to taunt him, telling him he was worthless. Before another word passed from the stranger’s lips, he rushed forward and pounded his fist into the man’s face.

The man hit the floor roughly, a heavy bruise already forming on his left cheek as he propped himself against the wall. Hazelnut curls fell freely onto his face as he gazed up at his assaulter, the alcohol running through his bloodstream weakened his anger and he simply grinned.

“A simple ‘it’s none of your business’ would have sufficed, you know. I’m in no condition to fight back. Ten glasses of gin and a glass of vodka - I can barely stand up, man.”

“….you’re mighty lucid for someone who’s so drunk.” Yue rubbed the knuckles of his fist as he studied the man’s face; pointed chin, pallid cheeks - the man seemed a chiseled beauty behind the tangle of hazelnut hair.

“Hey, don’t you hosts drink even more than that? It’s part of the job description, right?” The man pushed the strands of hair blocking his vision out of his way, and then blinked up at Yue. “Wait - you are a host, right? Why are you selling yourself then?”

“That is none of your business. Besides I’m not selling myself.”

“Eh? But that man gave you money after doing it, so…..”

“Shut up. That is not what it was. And I already said it’s none of your business.”

“….even if I offered to pay 40,000 yen if you’ll keep me company tonight? 50,000 is the most I can afford….” The man’s words were cut off by a hard kick into his side as Yue swung his foot, eyes livid.

“I said I don’t do that. Get it through your thick skull, you drunk bastard!” Yue snarled then stormed toward the door, his heart a jackhammer in his chest.

“Okay, okay. But if you ever change your mind my name’s Akimoto and I work at bar Poketto on 3^rd street. Drop by sometime.”

“Whatever.” Came Yue’s reply as the host slammed the door, leaving behind him only silence.