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What is a Kiss Through Passion?	By : MatsueiTsukino Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > NEWS Views: 929 -:- 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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Title: What is a Kiss Through Passion?
Pairing: RyoTego, (RyoTegoPi interaction)
(SEQUEL to When Boundaries are Crossed, must read it!)
Onward! XD
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Ryo stood in front of his Chief’s huge oak desk, his body stiff and legs rigid.

“You’ve come to give your report? I hear from the other officers that Tegoshi Yuya was not brought into custody last night. Why?” Yamapi leaned forward in his chair, elbows set and fingers crossed under his chin.
“I didn’t find him. I questioned citizens of the Saizen District and they had not seen him that night nor two days prior to.” Ryo recited his practiced story. It was the first time that Ryo had ever lied to another officer let alone their Chief. He felt dirty, like a common dog that chased those in heat. Even if that had been his first sexual experience of that…caliber, it alone had felt like he’d fucked every prostitute in the Saizen District.
“God knows how many he’d been with before me!” Ryo mentally screamed at himself, all the while, showing no change in his facial expression. He wasn’t a top negotiator for nothing, a perfect poker face.

“I…see” Yamapi sat back as if he felt no need to hold a threatening posture anymore. He wasn’t getting anything useful from Officer Nishikido, anything truthful at that. Yes, he was the new Chief so he didn’t know the officers personalities as well as he’d hoped yet but that didn’t make him stupid.

“You may take your leave now. We will discuss further details later.” Yamapi shooed Ryo toward the door with a single hand. Ryo happily exited the office, feeling the pressure slightly ease as he walked from the thick air of lies he’d left.

Back in the office, Yamapi pondered what Ryo had said.

“This Tegoshi Yuya is seen in the Saizen District every single night. So often that the prostitute probably lives in that area or has some relations that keeps him in the near vicinity. Nishikido-san says that he hasn’t been seen for a totally of 3 days…this is unusual.”

The leather squeaked with his leaning into the back of the chair. Yamapi pondered the situation, tapping his pencil eraser against his cheek idly.

“I’ll have to check into this myself it turns out.”

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The lights flashed and laser beamed across the marble floors as if racing one another over chairs, tables, up the stage curtains and down into booths. The beams of light almost blinded Yamapi as he trudged through the abstractly-shaped tables. They weren’t perfectly aligned but spotted like polka dots across the floor and around the stage’s front that protruded into the audience like a catwalk. Waiters and servers glided passed him, every one of them asking if he would like a drink or appetizer. He declined.
Yamapi has been here numerous times before, taking in his situation and watching the criminal’s activities during the last month's time. It was not hard at all to find and gather Tegoshi Yuya’s papers and information of his whereabouts and warrants for his arrest. He had to admit that this Tegoshi Yuya was quite interesting. Despite getting the big bucks out on his own by selling his body with rich old geezers, he performed as a dancer at this strip club – Salem’s Sensations. Yamapi recorded his scheduled performances and found that the young males spent more time as a prostitute than a strip dancer here.
“Why?” The officer thought.
He also found that during Tegoshi’s performances, the times came when his duty as a stripper intrudes with his dancing. When he would saunter at the edge of the stage for money, the perverted hands and fingers touched various places that would make Yamapi jump from his skin if he’d been touched that way. Tegoshi surprised Yamapi one night when he actually refused a customer’s advances. It seemed as though this young prostitute had his limits, a whore with rules one might say.
“I guess he’s not just sex on legs, this boy’s got a mind in there somewhere. Though he must get in trouble with his boss when he refuses customers like that…” Yamapi smirked at his discovery.
That night, Yamapi sat not near the front of the stage, but a few rows back in the crowd. He never stayed in the same seating area as so he wouldn’t raise attention.
As he adjusted his gun in its waist holster underneath his button-snapped shirt, another waiter stopped by his table. He had a bright orange jumpsuit-looking garb on. Yamapi took the seconds to look him up and down. The orange one piece was shredded so much in various places that it almost didn’t count as a jumpsuit let alone any type of normal clothing. But hey, this was a strip club.
His observation traveled from the waiter’s feet up, seeing that he was barefoot, legs were creamy white up until the tight rags started just before the swell of the hips. The upper half of the orange was almost scarce compared to the lower half and the color contrast between skin and cloth was almost frightening.
“May I get you a drink, sir?” A monotone voice spoke from the orange and white.
“No thanks. I won’t be here long,” Glancing at the nametag, “-Mr. Ueda.”
Pausing for a second to raise an eyebrow at the “Mr.” part, Ueda drifted to another table with that.
“Weird, he probably doesn’t get many tips with that tone of voice.” The Chief’s eyes lingered on the orange form for a second before travelling to the stage.
When Yamapi’s eyes stopped on the large platform, the current performer took a deep, extravagant bow with wide arms before leaving the stage with a moderate amount of cash tucked in the multiple belts that hung on the hips; the belts and thong were the only clothing if that’s what one would call it.
“It’s time for him.” Yamapi said under his breath, leaning forward in inch in his seat.
The lights organized themselves toward the stage, flashing colors along the back curtains as if coxing the next performer out to the hungry audience. There were ruffled movements behind the material, making shadows cast along the floor by the reflective lights.
“Welcome our next delicious morsel that you have all been waiting for, the one male that can fill your sexual desires with his lovely voice and feminine body – Seduction!” The announcer exclaimed. Yamapi’s ears took in Tegoshi’s stage name. Since the first night, he’d always thought the name was fitting.
At that time, the lights all froze instantly to a single spot on the curtains. A loud bang sounded as the spot was filled with mist as if a mini explosion happened right on stage. But the next thing you saw was a beautiful figure standing there suddenly, the mist seeping to the floor slowly along the slim arms and hips, as if hugging the figure and not wanting to let go but could only flow with the dreadful gravity. Before the mist could completely release Tegoshi, music began as arms shot out in dance to create a whirlwind of mist waves beautifully.
“Tonight is the night I arrest you, Seduction.” Yamapi smirked, sitting back and crossing his fingers on his lap. He sat and watched that sizzling body sway around the stage, wordless yet loud and clear, planning his next move. As a human, Yamapi had to admit that Tegoshi’s performances were a treat to watch. At times, he could even forget his purpose for being there before he’d catch himself. Each performance had a rather short time span but they seemed to last forever. As Yamapi watched, a few minutes in, the audience quieted unexpectedly.
Time seemed to stop as Tegoshi’s eyes met with Yamapi’s across the room. Tegoshi crawled across the stage, ass in the air, back bend like a feline, and fingers smoothing on the wood. No doubt, Tegoshi’s eyes were completely engrossed in Yamapi’s widened orbs. The officer didn’t expect this. His breath actually caught in his lungs as the stare continued, to the point that the audience realized Tegoshi had chosen a victim for the night.
Chairs scooted to other sides of tables and servers moved to clear a path for the almighty Seduction’s view. Tegoshi looked like a predator, eyes narrowed, crouched posture, and his tongue skimming his teeth. A smile suddenly shined as a finger coxed Yamapi toward him.
A bright spotlight shone over Yamapi and the announcer’s voice rang throughout the small club, “It seems we have a star tonight, personally chosen by Seduction himself! Shall we show this lucky man the way to the stage?”
Hands of random audience members, the servers, waiters, and waitresses pushed and pulled Yamapi toward the stage from his back seat location. His body stiffened and he subconsciously went for his hidden gun but he stopped himself short.
“There’s no danger. It’s just a strip club performance, nothing more.” But his feet still refused to move willingly toward the stage. This persisted until he finally reached Tegoshi leaning off the edge of the stage floor staring and smiling at Yamapi’s low eye level, barely an inch away.
Tegoshi balanced over the edge, leaning into Yamapi’s ear, “I’ve seen you watching me for a few weeks now. What is it that you want from me, dear sir?”
Yamapi’s eyes widened a fraction. Thinking he had seated in variation enough to keep his presence unknown, Yamapi had never once worried about being found out. But apparently this young male was sharp enough to be able to notice his presence within such a dark crowd in a about thirty minute intervals for his show time.
Shaking off his bewilderment, the young Chief said, “I’m Tomohisa Yamashita, the Commander and Chief of the Rokaku Headquarters and I’m here to arrest you under Rokaku jurisdiction law for multiple cases of prostitution.”
Tegoshi’s eyes drooped innocently, “Really now? What proof do you have, sir?”
“Multiple witnesses to your crimes, including one of my best men coming back to me with a sack of lies!”
Tegoshi’s innocent act wavered and masked itself again within a second. Yamapi had seen it though, in that second he knew. Tegoshi hadn’t forgotten Ryo from that night a month ago.
“Tell me, look around you and what do you see?” Tegoshi whispered, “I’ll get back to you for your answer.” With that, the stripper sauntered off to the other edges of the stage, posing, dancing, and collecting money in his straps and belts.
Yamapi began to scan the club, “What does he mean? I’ve already checked the building as safe territory.” Skimming over the walls and exits again, it hit him.
The employees.
They were all dressed as authorities with handcuffs, badges, and even black batons when he looked even closer.
“That’s why no one asked me about my gun…” He was used to explaining with his badge that he was authorized to have a gun and all that crap but he wasn’t asked once. Looking from waiters to servers, his eyes caught that waiter from earlier, Ueda. He knew what that jumpsuit was now, a prison uniform. As the theme dawned on him, he realized that the lights were also playing their part with flashes of blue and red siren lights. The only real officer turned a 180 when his view landed suddenly back into a pair of eyes, Tegoshi’s eyes once again. They were sharp, intense enough to make him smooth palm over his gun handle for comfort. Another dancer came out on stage and began to work the pole. Yamapi’s attention never left Tegoshi’s face.
“Do you see now…Mr. Chief? You aren’t the only officer here. You’ve got no power tonight.” Eyes narrowed and smile sweet.
“I’ll show them my badge”
“They won’t believe you”
“I can call headquarters”
“That would cause a scene and you don’t want to disturb this innocent business, do you? Customers would stop coming, thinking it's dangerous here. My boss needs all the money he can get for his daughter’s operation as well…”
Yamapi bit his bottom lip in frustration, “He’s countering everything I’ve got! What do I do…?”
“Won’t you come play with me? …It won’t be as bad as you think.”
Tegoshi’s voice smoothed over Yamapi’s frustration like a therapeutic candle along with a soft hand on his cheek, luring him closer to the stage.
A single word came from those luscious lips, “Come.” The audience guided Yamapi’s hand into Seduction’s awaiting grasp. He had to keep telling himself what he was there for. He had to ignore those curvy features, hot lips with that beauty mark smiling at him, and alluring eyes. Ignore…had to ignore…the fact that he hadn’t been laid in months! Obtaining the new position at his current office took all his time and he had none left to date or enjoy a simple fuck.
“Holy shit…where did that thought come from?” Yamapi mentally yelled at himself.
A combination of violin strings and sensual beats seduced Yamapi’s ears. The mental state of a drowning man versus his reluctant hand created turmoil with the rest of his body. The golden-haired dancer didn’t even pull his hand by force. Yamapi stood his ground and didn’t move to climb on stage, just as Tegoshi didn’t fight him. He just gave Yamapi a look in his eyes as he smoothed his palm over the other’s stone one.
It was a patient beckon from a fallen angel; his eyes scheming his poison.
The crowd was growing impatient and rowdy, unlike the seductress on stage whom held all the patience in the world it seemed.
“I can’t cause a scene when no one will believe me; can’t call reinforcements for the very same reason, and I’m…so outnumbered here…” Yamapi’s eye twitched.
“It looks like our guest is ready! Let us see what Seduction has planned for us tonight.” The announcer bellowed.
“Fuck you” Yamapi growled. Tegoshi simply raised an eyebrow in amusement.
Yamapi carefully stepped onto the high platform. Tegoshi’s hands more than happy to pull him close. He could almost sense the other’s smug triumph radiating off his flesh through his fingers. The crowd cheered and whistled in approval. A few cat calls sounded as Yamapi’s pant-covered ass showed when he climbed on stage. The Seduction of the night guided him toward center stage, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face. The Chief had a bad feeling welling in his gut, telling him to go back to his seat immediately or pull out his gun just because it would make him feel better with the cold metal in his fingers. He wasn’t supposed to have been revealed to Tegoshi so soon. He hadn’t finalized his plan for capture yet.
On cue, the dancer on stage left through the back curtains and they came to a halt on center stage; Yamapi leaned into Tegoshi to whisper harshly, “You better not try anything.” His back ended up facing the audience with Tegoshi in front of him.
“Trust me, dear Sir. I won’t…try anything.” Tegoshi gave a sweet smile as his smooth hands gently played along Yamapi’s fingers. He brought a hand to his lips, feeling the roughness of gun training, weight training, and all the rest that Yamapi smelled of. Since Tegoshi was shorter, the blonde’s looks were more intense each time he looked upward at him. The shape of his clear eyes, the high cheek bones, and his golden tresses framing his face cracked a falter in his iron will.
“What the…NO! I’m here to arrest this male under normal circumstances, normal…I will…” His words creeped through his mind as if to convince himself yet his eyes betrayed him in the moment they set themselves on those pink lips, kissing each of his individual fingers. As he watched soft lips engulf his finger, Yamapi gasped in surprise and yanked his hands away and above his head. Unseen by Yamapi, Tegoshi gave a dangerous smile of triumph and signaled toward the ceiling of the stage.
A metallic clank sounded from above them. Cold metal wrapped around his wrists out of nowhere. Before he had the chance to yank his wrists away from the chilled iron, the restraints pulled his arms toward the ceiling even more in a millisecond, arching his neck forward and arms to the side of his head.
Yamapi’s eyes widened, taking in the new factors. Instantly, his eyes narrowed as he absorbed the two silver chains’ presence. The shackled cuffs’ decor was silver with blue stars here and there. Testing the cuffs, Yamapi’s despair sank in as he concluded that he wasn’t going anywhere. Anger soon burned, anger at this crafty prostitute and at himself for being caught so easily.
“I told you not to try anything!” He hissed.
A hand smoothed over his cheek, “This isn’t trying, this is succeeding, honey.” Yamapi stared at those laughing eyes in disbelief. Gritting his teeth, he yanked at his arms only to see how far he could bend them, enough to be able to touch his head it turned out.
“You’re making your prosecution worse. Stop this for your own good.” Yamapi said under his breath as Tegoshi entertained the audience with his body. His outfit was as the previous dancer’s belt and buckles wrapping around his waist with a black thong to match. As he unbuckled a strap to tease the crowd, he ran hands down the Chief’s chest and smiled, “We’ll see if you can catch me first.”
“This isn’t some cat and mouse game! It’s your life we’re talking about!” Yamapi hissed so hard that it nearly scratched his throat.
Tegoshi’s smile faltered with a twitch before it came back almost instantly with its full shine, though now there wasn’t any more laughter in his eyes. Yamapi almost regretted his words when he saw them.
Pressing his lips against the other’s ear, he whispered heatedly, “Don’t you dare talk to me about my life.”
With a smile, he smacked Yamapi’s ass as he peaked out from behind him to say to the audience, “It looks like our prisoner isn’t behaving well. What should we do about his disobedience?”
As if the audience knew this routine, they began to chant something that Yamapi had to make out. He didn’t like what he heard.
“Whip whip whip” They chanted, fists pounding the air with excitement. One could easily see Yamapi’s shoulder tense but the crowd’s attention completely belonged to Tegoshi. His lure of a voice that captured the crowd so easily could rival an ancient Siren’s call that crashed and drowned ships in the seas.
Tegoshi gave a theatrical moan at the thought, “That sounds delicious. I’m so proud of you, my precious audience!”
To emphasize how delicious he really thought it would be, the vixen folded his arms around Yamapi’s body, lowering a hand to his ass. Only the palm pressed firmly over the jean’s material, no fingers ever touched.
“Wow, Big Bad Chief actually has an ass. I love it!” Tegoshi whispered happily to him over the crowd’s sudden whistles and hoots. To the audience, he said, “Shaped like a peach, I wonder if it takes as sweet.” Eyes traveled back to the prisoner and caught the dark glare.
“Trust me, you’re never going to find out” Yamapi gritted through clenched teeth. As his words hissed, he spotted that look in the stripper’s eyes from earlier. Hidden behind Yamapi from the crowd’s eyes, Tegoshi’s smile melted into something venomous. Lips said it all without even parting to speak.
“I always get what I want, make no mistake about that.” They said silently.
Yamapi felt a chill in his lungs from that look and to his dismay, a burn in his groin. Tegoshi’s eyes narrowed a fraction in thought before that show of teeth revealed themselves again. Every movement seemed to last for eternity but in reality, only seconds passed. It was a show after all.
“I see something has revealed itself, oh my…” Tegoshi’s tongue peeked out the side of his mouth cutely. His hand skimmed over Yamapi’s slight erection, giving a lick to Yamapi’s jaw line, making his breath freeze. A small laugh reached the officer’s ears before he was completely released, Tegoshi stepped to the side so the audience could see him perfectly.
A woman stood inched from the pair on stage. Apparently, Yamapi was too occupied to notice when she had actually walked out on stage. Yamapi mentally punched himself. Her role was a prison nurse, a whorish one at that. She held a flogging whip on a silver platter.
“My toy has arrived!” Tegoshi exclaimed loudly, almost child-like excitement. The audience laughed at his cuteness.
Stepping back, Tegoshi eyed Yamapi’s face of anger with slight fear underneath. The fear was subtle and guarded as a good officer should.
Turning back to the crowd, “It seems that our new prisoner is afraid! But this prison isn’t scary…no, it isn’t.” Tegoshi drawled, and then held up his new toy, “It won’t hurt too much, I promise.” There was a mix of laughter and shouts, even a strong “Flog me instead!” from the back tables.
“My precious audience speaks the truth; in fact, it’s quite the contrary…” His voice lowered to a sigh as he leaned in closer, “You’ll love it.”
“Don’t even think about it! I swear, I’ll---fuck!” Yamapi shouted when the crack sounded and the whip made contact, proving to Yamapi that his unfinished threat had no effect. Another crack sounded as the soft material smacked his ass again. A surprised gasp escaped and the audience roared in approval.
Yamapi grimaced in disgust, his mind telling him how wrong and unnatural this was for an officer of his stature. Sure, he fooled around when he was off duty. He was a normal male and he was proud of being normal but never did he touch another’s body heatedly when his badge hung clear on his own body. To his dismay and heavy heart, his body began to betray him rather quickly. Another crack sounded. He bit his lip, refusing to moan.
Even more hits came, making Yamapi’s lips tighten to stop his groans that threatened to give himself away, the groans that would tell Tegoshi that his body was enjoying the abuse.
The audience seemed to fade away as even more heat pooled itself inside Yamapi’s abdomen from the strikes that burned his clothed ass. Biting his lip, he refused to make any notable sounds. He absolutely would not show that weakness, the pleasure that mixed in the soft pain. Just as his bottom lip began to redden dangerously, the cracking stopped and Yamapi could breathe once again. Relief didn’t last long; a black cloth suddenly covered his eyes. Someone grasped his hips and he felt himself being turned toward the audience.
Then felt warm breath on his lips and words came to ear, “No one knows who you are here. Won’t you just let go?”
Nibbles on his ear replaced the words. Darkness invoked by the blindfold intensified the warmth caressing his it, the small hands that unbuttoned his shirt began and to feel over his muscles. His chest muscles twitched, heat from his hardening erection overran the rest of his body.
“Do you see this, my loves? His body is so amazing!” Yamapi stiffened, it reminded him of the fact that he really was still on a stage in front of countless watching eyes.
“Oh no, we can’t have that. I just loosen you up!” Tegoshi whined when he felt the withdrawal. Yamapi gave an annoyed growl because it was the truth. His will was cracking and he was actually afraid. He could take gun fights, tackle armed criminals, and raid for bombs yet he was scared of his own body betraying him.
The audience made small sounds which told him that Tegoshi had given one of his killer smiles which couldn’t be a good thing. It was proven when he felt hot air on his jaw line, a kiss landed there and many more trailed down his neck to his chest, leaving burning sensations all over his body. It felt different from earlier though.
“He must have a drug or something in his mouth that’s making my skin so hot,” Yamapi cursed, his arousal heightening. Denial reigned over his brain, subconsciously making excuses. He couldn’t comprehend that his body just might be that hot just from Tegoshi. It was a quick lick over his nipple that made him let out a sharp gasp.
More nibbles, licks, and even a few hard nipping bites ensued with the feel of smiles against his skin. Yanking at his retrains, his breathing became shallow and quick and he was unable to close his mouth in fear of not being able to get enough air. He could feel it. His erection was so hard that it came to the point of fighting his pants. Soon his chest was left cold, hardening his wet nipples from the sudden chill.
Yamapi dared not say anything, especially since he couldn’t see what was happening around him. What happened next finally pulled a loud moan from Yamapi’s throat. He felt Tegoshi suddenly against his front, grinding his ass into his hard on. His hands secured on Yamapi’s own ass to pull himself close. The crowd gave loud hoots when Tegoshi gave a face of pure bliss, his tongue skimming his smile. In Tegoshi’s mind, he got an erection from his victim; therefore, he was already halfway to victory.
Yamapi wouldn’t have that. Forgetting about the chains, he instinctively pulled his hips away but hands from behind stopped him. They weren’t alone on stage. He could count two pairs of hands plus Tegoshi’s still gripping his ass before they shoved him back into Tegoshi’s inviting body. The grind against his pulsing erection stole his coherent thoughts instantly.
“Fuck!” was all that he could muster under his breath. It was as if Tegoshi was dancing, his ass grinded against him almost fluid-like, pulling closer with his hands. His nipples rubbed against Tegoshi’s back, sensations becoming too much. It burned almost painfully. Through heavy pants and groans, he gave in...
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