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What is a Kiss Through Passion?	By : MatsueiTsukino Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > NEWS Views: 930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Never have these events been true, nor do I know or own any members of NEWS, nor do I make any kind of profit writting this fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-What is a Kiss Through Passion?
- 2-This is it.
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Yamapi gave in.
He pushed against Tegoshi so quickly and suddenly that it took the other by surprise. Tegoshi let out a surprised laugh at the loss of his center of balance. The laugh that reached Yamapi’s ears didn’t have time to settle in his mind before the sweet warmth returned, wrenching out a groan. A willing grind ensued, cutting off the other’s laugh into delicious moans.
Knowing it was wrong, knowing he’d be fucked at the office if anyone found out, and knowing he’d failed in his mission already, he grinded even harder as he felt Tegoshi’s small hands grasp the hair behind his head as if to hold on for the ride. Due to being on stage, nothing else could legally be done to quench their thirst. Lucky for them, Seduction’s stage time ran out and the dark curtains fell layer after layer to end the world of the stage and the audience’s connection.
Tegoshi detached their bodies reluctantly but knew the time to get off the stage was top priority. At that time, the next dancer was getting ready nearby. Yamapi grimaced at the near empty feeling that graced his burning body, his breath shallow and hot. The blindfold still covered his eyes as he heard, “Kame-chan, come help me.”
Another voice answered, “What? No! I’m next on stage!”
And then the adorable, “Pleeeease?” ended the argument.
Within seconds, Yamapi’s arms fell from their chains, sore from the tension of the angle for so long. Instantly reaching for the blindfold, Yamapi yanked the cloth off to reveal this new dancer, Kame, handing a key to Tegoshi. Giving him a quick hug, the smaller one ran passed Yamapi but not after he grabbed onto Yamapi’s pant loop to drag him along. The reluctance in his legs roared back with a vengeance, trying to push aside his dangerous arousal. The resistance caused Tegoshi to yank off a few pant buttons before he pulled hard enough to drag Yamapi to his destination.
They weaved through so many small corridors and rooms that Yamapi failed at trying to document their location in his mind. All his thoughts could only concentrate on staying on his feet and not tripping on props that lined the walls. They finally descended upon a back room and the key’s time to reveal its purpose had come. Just as the officer opened his mouth to question, he was thrown into the new open space by his arm.
Like the Chief he was, he took the time to take in his new surroundings. It looked like an ordinary kind of storage room; racks of costumes and boas, chairs, lights, and stage decorations. The general size was bigger than a closet yet smaller than a child’s room. One object grabbed Yamapi’s attention more than the rest though. A mere 3 feet in front of him stood a unique chair in the middle of the room. It almost looked like an electric chair excluding the weird helmet headpiece. Eyes were drawn to the cuffs attached to the arms like an old medieval movie. Training and instinct kicked in, telling him to get away from any object that could be used against him. That chair was definitely one of them.
But something stopped his feet from backing up, blocking his exit.
Turning his neck to look at the smiling vixen, Yamapi gulped from the look in his eyes. Not losing eye contact, Tegoshi pulled the unbuttoned shirt from the other’s thick shoulders, giving hot open-mouth kisses to the shoulder blade. Lips lingered on his quickly warming flesh. Yamapi broke the eye contact when he squeezed his eyes shut and turned away.
“Fuck” He hissed under his breath, “I’m leaving. I’ll deal with your arrest another night.” Yamapi was beginning to lose…badly. In fact, he’d already lost a long time ago but didn’t want to admit that his training could not help him now.
He turned to leave, almost making it to the door until he stopped himself. Something was weird, Tegoshi wasn’t stopping him from leaving. Turning around again, he saw Tegoshi simply standing to the side of the self-proclaimed electric chair.
Something wasn’t right…
Yamapi slipped his shirt back on after retrieving it from the floor, felt around his waist, his hand skimming over his belt, his gun…what was it? But then his fingers found the empty handcuff pouch. His mouth opened in surprise when he saw Tegoshi now dangling the cuffs on a single finger obnoxiously, as Yamapi ventured closer to retrieve them.
“How the hell did you get my handcuffs?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe when your dick is getting hard, you don’t pay much attention like every other guy on earth.”
Yamapi flinched in annoyance and immediately took quick strides toward the taunting finger.
“Those are government property, give them back this instant.” Yamapi sighed, tired of Tegoshi’s games. Sadly, Tegoshi was far from finished with his creative games. In mid-stride, the whole situation changed. Yamapi’s tiredness was his downfall and his guard drop for a moment as he closed in on the prostitute. Suddenly falling into the prison chair with one of his hands captured in handcuffs to the chair, he was trapped.
“Why should I? You’re not my mother.” Tegoshi cooed.
An eerie calmness came over the Chief in that second, “I’m starting to see how Ryo…lost to you.”
The quiet words narrowed Tegoshi’s eyes. Yamapi tried decoding the look but even his years of interrogation experience couldn’t prepare him for such a complex character. It was the mystery of those hot lips as they closed in on his exposed skin, tongue soothing reddening flesh, fingers pressing in all the right places, making his body heat up again. Yamapi’s mind blurred from the moist heat that bit at his neck sweetly. It was only when he heard his zipper did the spell break. His free hand automatically grabbed at the other adventurous ones.
“You can only do so much with only one hand, dear chief. But if that’s the way you want it, I don’t need my hands anyway.” Tegoshi smirked, his hands held in Yamapi’s off-balanced grasp.
With that, Tegoshi went to his knees and unzipped Yamapi’s pants to prove his point. His teeth tasted the cold metal of the zipper, smiling all the way. Yamapi’s grip on Tegoshi’s hands hardened as his erection did the same, freeing itself through its new-found doorway on its own.
“Oh look, mini chief is already on my side. See, no hands needed!” Tegoshi bit his tongue playfully.
Yamapi stared in horror at the evidence of his unwanted desire. He felt the heat boiling and the near pain but only then did he have proof of his troubles. Tegoshi blew cool air on his heated flesh, sending shivers up Yamapi’s arm. It released its grasp on Tegoshi to clasp onto the arm of the chair.
“I take that as permission to use my hands then.” Tegoshi smiled, wiggling his fingers theatrically.
A stream of quick licks to Yamapi’s erection tingled up his skin. Long and slow strokes, like licking a lollipop, inhaled gulps of beads of sweat forming on the temples.
“Stop it”
“Sorry, that wasn’t nearly enough for a good taste.”
As if to emphasize his words, Tegoshi’s mouth engulfed his member, giving his ears a choked groan as a reward. Tegoshi pulled back as quick as he’d started, grazing his teeth over veins to come back to engulf the rest to the hilt. He pulled back again to mouth at the tip like ice cream cone. He went down again sucking this time. Deciding to finally put his hands to good use, the stripper pumped and twisted as he continued sucking. It seemed like an eternity but Tegoshi finally received his rewards. Breaking through the hesitant groans, heated moans poured from Yamapi’s panting lips to greet happy ears. Yamapi couldn’t get enough air fast enough. Yamapi’s chair-gripping hand found its new destination of Tegoshi head. Just when he gripped onto those silky stands and his vision blurred to its peak, everything stopped.
Tegoshi stood and stepped away, licking his lips like a well-fed feline. Yamapi didn’t curse, didn’t beg yet closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, finding it was his chance to think clearly through the fog in his head. There was no retreat, no Plan B, no help, no command, and no words that could be said to take control of this situation. As Yamapi contemplated earnestly, Tegoshi had already removed his black thong from the belts and straps entanglement and hovered eagerly over the sweet erection he was yearning for. Licking his lips, he descended until the head passed the ring of muscle. Just as Tegoshi’s body began to enjoy the invasion already, a cold metal pressed into his side. Yamapi had no retreat but he did have his gun. He didn’t know what he was doing yet thought that he had to try everything before he could completely give in.
“Now what are you going to do with that? Shoot me?” Tegoshi purred jokingly.
“Get off. Now.”
But it feels so good,” Tegoshi whined, fingers traveling over Yamapi’s hard nipples, creating involuntary twitched, “You know it does.” His face seeped into something darker; his stormy eyes never broke contact with Yamapi’s. Tegoshi ran a delicate finger over the top of the gun barrel. “You wouldn’t shoot me.” He began to descend once again, still challenging Yamapi with his eyes.
“D-Don’t!” Yamapi choked out, the gun shook uncertainly. The shaky command flew right over Tegoshi’s head, unheard. The only sounds were hot pants and the cold metal pressing into his side when Tegoshi hit the hilt with a long moan.
“Now it’s your turn to give me a taste. Interested?” He gasped with a shaken laugh. The exhilaration of the threatening gun against his sweat-covered skin excited the prostitute. Sitting there, he waited for an answer.
Yamapi began to feel a bit foolish holding a gun to a prostitute and strip dancer currently riding him. The situation was finally sinking in when his mouth slacked in pleasure from the slow, teasing grind that began.
“It feels so good like this but…” Tegoshi bounced once, “Move with me please!” He gasped.
Both knew that this wasn’t enough to send them over the edge, only torture them in sweet warmth, clouding their senses slowly. Helpless, Yamapi swallowed short breathes, his gun slacking. This allowed Tegoshi’s outfit of straps to entangle the gun barrel and yank it from his weakened grasp. It was as if the gun had tied the small amount of official law had left in him and now…it was gone, on the floor, forgotten.
He was simply left as a man, a non-officer who was burning in his desire. He did the only thing a man would do then. He indulged. Yamapi wrapped his now free hand around Tegoshi’s waist, pulling the boy tight against his chest as he bit the nipple in front of him. Tegoshi’s jaw fell in a moan that ended with a whimper from the pain and pleasure. His eyes shut tight as his body leaned in and arms wrapped around the back of the chair and the other man’s neck at once.
Yamapi finally moved, pounding into the hot body above him, feeling the burning pleasure that pooled between them. The grinding hips and member that ground their bodies was quickly sending them closer and closer. The room spun for them both. Their throats began to hurt from their moans and groans. Tegoshi curled further into Yamapi’s body as if to brace himself and hold on for dear life.
Just as Tegoshi’s mouth began to dry from loss of breath, the pleasure halted. He groan in despair, detaching himself just short enough to give Yamapi a “What the fuck did you stop for?!” look because verbal words were still unusable. Yamapi wasn’t seeing that face though. He was too intent on staring toward the doorway. Tegoshi’s eyebrow cocked at the look of shock yet…a detection of excitement there. He finally turned around to see the object of interest that held Yamapi still.
“…Especially since it took so damn long to get him moving!” Tegoshi pouted to himself. But his thoughts silenced when he saw what it was. The little breath he had left was gone when he saw the eyes of Ryo; they were a haze of anger and something he couldn’t identify. Tegoshi immediately pulled himself from Yamapi’s lap on reaction. A short groan escaped when Yamapi’s throbbing manhood slid from Tegoshi’s ass. The dancer then just stood there, fiddling with his buckles as if he were a child caught doing something bad. He didn’t know why he got up or why he was so anxious. His body had a mind of its own, getting all nervous when those long lost eyes bore into him. Almost instinctively, Tegoshi ran his fingers over his bottom lip in remembrance of their kisses, something he’d never done with anyone else.
Longing for those kisses again, Tegoshi took a step toward Ryo when his straps were grasped at his back suddenly, getting yanked back on Yamapi’s awaiting lap. Within seconds, Yamapi’s single arm curled around Tegoshi’s waist to lift him and sink the youth back onto his erection with two corresponding moans. Since Tegoshi’s entrance hand shrunk slightly from inactivity, the small pain made him grab onto Yamapi’s thighs in shock, trying to hold them both still.
“So Nishikido-san, it seems you’ve accomplished lying to your commanding chief and caught a vixen all in one night.”
“I’ve done no such thing” Ryo half growled, looking from Tegoshi to his Chief.
“Oh, but it’s true. Why the sudden anger too?” Yamapi smirked, giving a sharp thrust. Tegoshi whimpered. The youth was so confused at Yamapi’s sudden attitude change but the pleasure still coursed through him to his own erection.
“Look at you! You’re not acting very professional, fucking a prostitute right in front of your subordinate!”
“Yuya-san started it. I’m only finishing it.” He thrusted again; hearing more moans in response. Between his own grunts, “Besides, I kind of had no choice in the matter with these cuffs on me.”
Ryo blushed, realizing the he wasn’t handcuffed during his “session” yet he fucked Tegoshi freely. Even worse, Tegoshi was the one handcuffed and in the backseat of his patrol car at that. His face burned with embarrassment and anger, watching Yamapi thrust steadily into Tegoshi.
“He can be fucked by whomever he wants.” Yamapi said.
“Why AM I so angry?” Ryo thought, frustration yanked at his insides from hearing Tegoshi’s pleasured sounds. His scrambling thoughts stopped and he didn’t know why his body moved to the others or why his arm yanked at Tegoshi’s arms. The action only made Yamapi’s one-armed hold stronger and thrusts deeper as if challenging the other officer. The question was proven fact when Ryo saw the Chief’s taunting smile as if to say he’s got the candy; or in this care, the sexy prostitute.
Deeper thrusts gave way to a moaning Tegoshi, panting excessively with his eyes closed and mouth agape. His face flushed when he took hold of Ryo’s face with hands and lips. It was strangely familiar and comforting even as tongues began to exchange dangerously. Ryo was taken aback at first but the passion from the night a month ago roared back to life in response, grabbing Tegoshi’s hair and pulling him closer by the neck. As if to respond to that passion, Yamapi’s thrusts quickened. Tegoshi whimpered into Ryo’s mouth from the two passion onslaught. The exchange of breath through their mouths was foreign to Tegoshi but he tasted and tasted. This was a true kiss.
Tegoshi came faster than he’d ever done before. He nearly screamed into Ryo’s throat but sufficed with a loud moan instead. Tegoshi’s entrance constricted around Yamapi, dragging the officer to completion moments later. Tegoshi held onto Ryo as he felt the hot cum fill him.
The three sat in silence to regain coherent thought; heavy breathing and muffled stage music were the only sounds. Tegoshi slowly stood up, Yamapi’s softened member took its leave with soft gasps. Everything seemed to slow down when the boy’s eyes met Ryo’s.
Ryo inhaled deeply, staring back into those eyes again after such a long time. It finally dawned on him that he had actually been worried about the prostitute since their encounter. It was nearly forbidden to get involved but Ryo couldn’t help it.
They couldn’t figure out what it was. What was so special about the other that captivated them both? Something so deep they couldn’t comprehend yet was so easily felt through their kisses and the look in each other’s eyes.
“You came rather fast for your profession” Yamapi smirked from behind him. It was like time broke back into normal speed with those words. Yamapi felt Ryo’s glare burn into him, Yamapi shrugged it off.
“I don’t see why I get a glare when you were the one who thought so lowly of prostitutes before all this”
There was silence.
“Anyway, you think you could uncuff me now?”
Tegoshi shook it off and gave a short laugh, not quite a happy one after what he heard.
“Sure, where’s the key?”
“It’s over there…” Yamapi pointed toward the door, “Dropped it earlier when you assaulted me.” Tegoshi cracked a smile and went to retrieve the fallen key. Ryo was left to glare even more at the cuffed Chief.
Yamapi smiled nervously, “What?” The staring was getting uncomfortable even for the confident officer.
“Why are you here?”
“Why else would I be here; for an arrest.” He said simply.
“Some arrest THIS is!”
Yamapi gave his subordinate a look that said “Are you serious?”
Ryo flinched and knew he had no right to talk. He shut up instantly.
Tegoshi returned with the small, silver key. After unlocking Yamapi’s restraints, he began to fiddle with his buckles and straps idly. Tegoshi’s arms tingled with the urge to embrace Ryo, feel him. His lips still tasted of Ryo and wanted more. No matter how Tegoshi’s body yearned for Ryo, he refused to show Ryo that.
“He’s just like all the rest…” Tegoshi convinced himself, Yamapi’s words still probed at his brain. Placing his seductive persona back on, Tegoshi faced Ryo and said, “Why look who’s back. Did you want some more?” He stood firm, playful taunting in his eyes, his arms crossed. Yamapi’s release still flowed down his thighs whorishly. It was all smiles for him while Ryo held only scowls.
“Kiddies, play nice now.” Yamapi came up behind Tegoshi and patted the youth on the back like nothing happened. Ryo’s face showed a look of shock at Yamapi’s casual behavior. Tegoshi wasn’t shocked at all, he could only giggle and wrap an arm around the other’s waist. He could totally be friends with this guy.
Ryo twitched at the sudden contact. Yamapi leaned in and whispered to the dancer, “I’ll help you out with Ryo if you keep what happened on stage between just us.”
Yamapi was caught fucking a prostitute but he’d go to hell first before he’d allow Ryo to know his humiliation on stage…and that he liked it. To disguise his whisper, Yamapi nibbled Tegoshi’s neck. Tegoshi had a double take of surprise before he played along by giving a cute moan, grasping Yamapi’s neck for closer contact. Luckily, the dancer’s widened eyes had been quickly hidden by the officer’s head. He was a bit confused but played his part anyway. Yamapi pressed him against his front, massaging his ass tightly where the cum was still warm. The nibbles brought gasps and mewls while Tegoshi glanced at Ryo’s heated eyes. It brought blood to his groin as he licked his lips. That look was so mixed of emotion that Tegoshi couldn’t tell them apart but he loved it. It was something new, something so foreign. The dancer was a master at reading people but not Ryo.
Ryo’s hands gripped at his side. He wouldn’t stand for this anymore and reached out toward the pair. Yamapi took that moment to suddenly shove Tegoshi into Ryo’s embrace, his back hitting the wall and his arms grabbing Tegoshi’s shoulders on reflex. Tegoshi let out a grunt when Yamapi placed himself at his back, sandwiching the youngest one. Ryo’s face breathed on his. They could feel each other’s heart beats and ragged breath, but most importantly, they were so close. They could finally see what was in the other’s eyes clearly now. Lust, curiosity, fear, and a yearning they just might be able to call love in time. Both of them accepted it, that they had some sort of connection. Tegoshi cradled Ryo’s face with his hands and lips softly.
“…You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever kissed before” Tegoshi said quietly, inches from the other’s lips. Fear showed in Tegoshi’s eyes, waiting for a reply that might hurt him. If this man denied him, the youth just might never fall for a scheme like this again.
“I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I do with you…I’ve wanted this for the last month.” Ryo breathed so close. He stole another kiss as Tegoshi’s lips turned up into a smile - a real, genuine smile.
Another kiss, “You can have anything you want. Anything.”
Tegoshi smooth his hand over Ryo’s confined erection, “And I don’t think you completely hated what you saw earlier.”
Ryo hated to admit it but Tegoshi’s pleasured face is a complete turn on. He’d only focused on Tegoshi when Yamapi was fucking him. If he didn’t, his anger would have gotten hold of him too easily. He groaned when Tegoshi unzipped his pants to release the aching member. Fingers played along the underside and his balls. Ryo’s eyes closed until he heard Tegoshi moan loudly out of nowhere. He looked at Yamapi in question then he pulled Tegoshi close to be able to see over the youth’s shoulders between his chief and the boy, finding the source of pleasure.
Yamapi’s fingers pumped into Tegoshi’s already wet entrance, going deeper as Tegoshi offered his ass even more. The prostitute’s head lay on Ryo’s chest, breathing hard as he continued playing with Ryo’s member, giving it a firm squeeze. Ryo gasped. He pulled the youth closer by the belts, pulling him more toward him than Yamapi. Tegoshi held the back of Ryo’s head with one hand and ate at Ryo’s neck as the other hand played over his firm nipples. Ryo’s head lolled to the side with moans leaking from his lips, wet sensations ran over the flesh.
“Still so inexperienced, Nishikido-san” Yamapi sighed as he nibbled at the back of Tegoshi’s neck. Purrs shivered over Ryo’s skin.
“W-What the hell are you t-talking about?” Ryo groaned when Tegoshi pumps grew quicker, responding to Yamapi’s.
“Why are you just standing there doing nothing?” Yamapi grasped Tegoshi’s growing erection, giving it rapid friction, “Do like this.”
Tegoshi’s ministrations halted as he let out a long moan. His fingers nearly ripped at Ryo’s shirt while his other hand wrapped around Yamapi’s head in behind, pulling them both closer to his body. Ryo took in Tegoshi’s pleasured face, jealousy rolling in.
“I-It’s ok. I can do it myself.” Tegoshi breathed. Despite his words, the pleasure that came from Yamapi alone raked his body in pleasure, making him mewl.
Ryo bit his lip in a scowl. There was no way that Ryo would let his Chief show him up. Tegoshi squeaked when Ryo suddenly hoisted Tegoshi onto his waist, legs automatically securing themselves around Ryo’s hips. He pulled at Tegoshi’s straps, securing himself tightly against the dancer’s front. Friction burned between them, whimpers and keens transferred from Tegoshi’s lips to Ryo’s as they kissed heatedly. Tegoshi held onto Ryo shoulders and smoothes over Ryo’s jaw.
“Your kisses are all I want” Tegoshi breathed unevenly between kisses.
Kisses rained over them both, hot breath showered on their skin and lips, and their bodies boiled as their thrusts ensued. Pain reddened Ryo skin as he thrusted into the leather straps.
“Help me here, Chief?” Ryo huffed, hoisting the dancer higher around his waist.
Yamapi pulls the outfit’s belts and buckles aside and away from Tegoshi smooth ass, allowing Ryo to enter easily. Tegoshi felt it all at once, felt that something from a month ago. That connection fuzzed his mind in completion. He thrusted downward on reaction, breath short from the feel. His arms tightened around Ryo’s neck, grasping at his hair and the wall behind him.
“Ah, Nishikido-saaaaan! Feels so good!”
Ryo gave a single deep thrust, stumbling away from the wall with the moaning youth. Yamapi pulled them further, walking backwards with them in his arms until he felt the familiar chair bump his legs. He sat down and pulled Tegoshi to lay back on him. Ryo hovered over them both and gave rapid thrusts to gain impossible whimpers. One of Tegoshi’s arms released Ryo’s neck and transferred behind Yamapi’s, holding on for the ride.
“Tell me something” Ryo huffed.
“W-What? Ah! Anything!” Tegoshi breathed between each thrust.
“Am I better than the Chief?” Ryo questioned, thrusting even deeper.
Tegoshi couldn’t quite comprehend the question as his senses ran away with him. Groans replaced his words.
“Who fucks you best?!”
As if to persuade the prostitute further, Ryo pulled Tegoshi’s straps until he thrusted deeper than before. Tegoshi’s fingers tangled into Yamapi’s hair, pulling and making Yamapi hiss in pain.
“Oh god! You, you do!”
“Do I n-need to slow down?” Ryo panted, easing his movement reluctantly.
“God no! Please, faster!” Tegoshi ground his ass into Ryo’s throbbing erection; fingers pulled their lips together in whimpers and moans.
Yamapi gave an amused click of his tongue as he held onto Tegoshi, preventing him from falling off his lap. Not that he needed much help; Tegoshi was nearly plastered to Ryo’s front as he complied with Tegoshi’s demands. Tegoshi’s legs pulled more tightly around Ryo’s hips.
“He’s gonna get it back at the office for that remark” Yamapi thought.
He heard Tegoshi and Ryo share breath, kissing deeply. Their passions burned through their lips and bodies melted together. Tegoshi reached his climax first, pulling away from Ryo’s lips to give a loud moan. His back arched into Yamapi’s chest, holding onto the arms of the chair and the Chief’s shirt. Yamapi left kisses up and down Tegoshi’s neck, soothing him through his climax. Ryo scratched into Tegoshi’s thighs as his release came near.
“Fuck!” He pulled out quickly, releasing onto Yamapi’s pants.
“What the hell!” Yamapi’s arms went into the air in disbelief. Ryo hovered over him and Tegoshi, both regaining their breath.
“You are one fucked up guy, you know that!” Yamapi pushed Tegoshi into Ryo’s arms and stood.
“Serves you right for fucking what’s mine!” Ryo pulled Tegoshi to his side tightly.
Tegoshi waited for the anger to come. He’d been claimed by so many men in the past and none of them were sincere or even worthy. But the boiling anger never came; only a warm feeling filled his chest. Tegoshi blushed for the first time. His hand lay on Ryo’s chest.
“I’m…Nishikido-san’s?” A near whisper.
“Uh, n-no! I mean, that’s not what I meant! Y-You…” Ryo stuttered nervously.
“Look at how the great stone wall Nishikido-san has fallen, to stuttering no less.” Yamapi laughed, wiping his pants with a glittery prop cloth. It was all he could find to clean himself.
“You, shut it!” Ryo pointed at his Chief and growled.
“No, I want to be Nishikido-san’s!” Tegoshi’s eyes glowed, hope shined brightly.
“R-Really?” Ryo choked.
“Yes!”
“See? Everything is fine. It’s time to go to jail now, Tegoshi-san.” Yamapi came to them and smiled.
Ryo’s eyes widened, “What that fuck! Yamashita-san, you can’t mean that!”
A loud chuckle erupted from the smiling man, “You know what? You said my name without me asking. I say that gives you a break.” Yamapi looked to the clinging prostitute, “You as well, this time only.”
Tegoshi’s eyes smiled, his lips curled with them. Letting go of Ryo, he embraced Yamapi in turn.
“Thank you, Yamashita-san!” Tegoshi shouted in glee.
Yamapi whispered to the shorter one, “Think about this profession of yours. Ryo won’t stand for it.”
Tegoshi went silent for a second, “…I’ll think about it.” Despite his own words, Tegoshi knew in his heart that he would leave this lifestyle behind. He found something in Ryo that he never thought he’d find in the lifetime he was given.
“I want to see this through.” Tegoshi thought to himself, turning to smile at Ryo from Yamapi’s arms.
He could tell this would be fun as Ryo attacked Yamapi, yelling to his Chief about him being a pervert and that he wasn’t allowed to whisper so secretly. A smile plastered itself across Tegoshi’s face.
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Back at Headquarters, Ryo gave a deep sigh at his desk.
“It’s been 3 days since… I hope Tegoshi’s ok.” Ryo played with his pen idly, “Chief said that he’d pull some strings…whatever the hell that means.”
A strong hand landed on his shoulder, making him jump from his skin.
“What is your problem?” Ryo hissed quietly. His fingers scratched into the desk wood.
“That’s no way to thank me for everything I’m doing for you two.” Yamapi smirked, wiggling his fingers in the air.
Ryo gritted his teeth, “Sorry.”
“Now that’s better.” Ryo could almost see the hearts floating around Yamapi’s head.
Suddenly something caught Ryo’s attention from the corner of his eye – bright, golden hair. He pulled a double-take before his eyes landed on none other than Tegoshi…in hand cuffs! A pout played on his face. The officer escorting him was-
“T-Takahisa?! W-When…how…!”
Yamapi slung an arm over Ryo’s shoulder, “Apparently, he’s the most clueless guy on earth when it comes to sexual advancements.” He laughed, “No worries though. I made a deal with Masuda-san and like I said, pulled a few strings on Tegoshi-san’s records. The boy can be bailed out in no time with minimal charges.”
Ryo could breathe a little after that. The Chief was truly amazing. Sadly, this meant he’d be indebted to the freak! An eye twitched, “What exactly did you promise Takahisa?”
“Free lunch for a year at my family’s restaurant.”
‘T-That’s it?!” Ryo hissed, “How would that help?!”
“Trust me. It’s a foolproof plan in the case of Masuda-san’s mindset.”
Ryo was confused but decided that he didn’t really care as long as Tegoshi would be free soon.
“I also promised that you two could go out to lunch some time, your treat.”
“That’s not so bad I guess.” Ryo mumbled.
“See? Easy. Remember, you have to pay though.” Yamapi poked Ryo’s chest. Little did Ryo know that Massu would clean out his wallet, leaving nothing but dust behind.
Revenge was sweet.
With two pats on the shoulder, the Chief left Ryo to chase after the other two.
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The END!! Bye bye, comments are loved. Of course.
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