Man, you kiss like a girl.
Title: Man, you kiss like a girl.
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, AU
Type: One-shot; 816 words
Pairing: Sakumoto
Disclaimer: don’t own.
Summary: Jun is a hostess for the night but so is Sho. From a WIP I have, an AU tentatively titled Pretty wo(men) but never mind that. Dubious background too but never mind that either. Written for a kiss, and all was said.
Jun fiddled most uncomfortably with the outfit he was wearing: a typical black-and-white French maid costume. Settling into the plush navy blue office chair; a million and one things ran through his mind. The first and foremost namely being, why in the world was he doing this?
He was pretty (he now hated the word pretty, by the way) sure that no one else in their organization ever had to do something like this, something… as terrifying? No. that wasn’t quite the word, terrifying was reserved for assassinations and killings and escaping from them.
Horrifying? Jun was sure that was used for when seeing the bodies and bloodshed after a particularly brutal territory dispute or watching warehouses of contraband drugs get confiscated by narcotics officers.
Retarded? Maybe, but that was a little more applied to when Aiba came up with ridiculous protection fee collection schemes that probably weren’t going to work, this lifetime or the next.
Ah. Jun pondered for all of a minute and finally found it.
The word was Humiliating.
As he felt every muscle in his body sore; bones creaking, back breaking, feet hurting, head absolutely imploding, he knew that the only correct word was Humiliating and nothing else.
Which other underworld headquarter chief would have to end up in drag for a club that he owned for goodness sake?
He cursed angrily under his breath.
His hair (real hair. Enough said.) was in ringlets, with a hair band snagging it with every movement of his head. His legs were clad in sheer stockings; his feet pinched from the awful heels he wore all night. His nails were painted in some sort of pink hue he never knew existed and he had on god-knows how many layers of makeup.
Sho chose that precise moment to walk in.
Jun glared at him with the intensity of a frozen winter that would typically send all of Jun’s underlings scuttling away in different directions. The sort that any rival gang would have hated to see during a negotiation session. The sort that Sho should not be nonchalant and amused over.
Sho simply took one look and started laughing.
“This. Is. All. Your. Fault.”
“Junko-sama! Aren’t you pretty.”
“Sakurai. I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”
Sho simply ignored him and continued.
“You do know you had the highest sales? You’re our top hostess tonight. You beat out both Yuuko and Shigemi.”
The guys were never, ever going to let him live this down. He could just imagine Takizawa’s expression on Monday’s meeting.
“I hate you.” Jun finally spat out.
Sho pouted.
“I was shorthanded. And you were here.”
It really didn’t help that The Sha La La Club’s in-charge was wearing the exact same thing as he was. Jun pulled the standing man’s arm and Sho tumbled slightly to end up sitting on his lap. He flushed adorably and the younger man finally smiled.
“You’re not really angry, are you?” Sho asked, slightly timidly.
Jun rolled his eyes. He may have had the temper of a destructive hurricane but he had never once got angry at the older man that toyed with the hair bow atop his stupid hair band while his eyes were still fixated on him. Never, from the very first time he’d met him at Kitagawa-kai till now.
“What do you think?” Jun asked obnoxiously.
Sho smiled.
“You really are pretty you know.”
“I hate that word now.”
“Fine. You’re… gorgeous then.”
“Nope. You are, Sakura-sama.”
Sho gave him his haughtiest lady-of-the-house look.
“I run this establishment after all.”
Jun gave a derisive little chuckle and looked at Sho.
“I’d only do this for you, you know that.” Jun said seriously.
“I don’t see you owning any other cross dressing bars.” Sho teased but his smile was warmer than summer.
He leaned forward and Jun could smell the fragrance that Sakura wore when ‘She’ was on the job. It was, aptly, a hint of cherry blossom. He cupped the back of Sho’s head and gently tilted his chin a fraction. Sho moved forward and their lips met; a perfect fit. Sho’s lips were nice and warm and tasted faintly of lip gloss (that could have been either of theirs).
It was a very bizarre sensation for Jun.
They had kissed countless of times before; sometimes they were chaste, quick pecks in the morning, sometimes stolen smooches at the back of the house after the club closed for the night, sometimes long and desperate lip locks before they had to go for dangerous negotiations with rival clans.
But this was one of a kind.
Yet, the kiss still tasted familiarly of Sho and of love. Jun ruffled Sho’s wig (ash-blond straight long hair) lightly.
“I feel like a lesbian.”
Sho giggled.
“Ditto.”
Jun sighed.
Only Sho would convince him that cross dressing for his club would be fun and a great learning experience.
A/N: If it’s unclear, yes, Jun is a yakuza member, but so is Sho. Jun also happens to own the club; with Sho managing it for him. The original piece is still in-progress, but I was tempted to write from that verse, so I did.
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, AU
Type: One-shot; 816 words
Pairing: Sakumoto
Disclaimer: don’t own.
Summary: Jun is a hostess for the night but so is Sho. From a WIP I have, an AU tentatively titled Pretty wo(men) but never mind that. Dubious background too but never mind that either. Written for a kiss, and all was said.
Jun fiddled most uncomfortably with the outfit he was wearing: a typical black-and-white French maid costume. Settling into the plush navy blue office chair; a million and one things ran through his mind. The first and foremost namely being, why in the world was he doing this?
He was pretty (he now hated the word pretty, by the way) sure that no one else in their organization ever had to do something like this, something… as terrifying? No. that wasn’t quite the word, terrifying was reserved for assassinations and killings and escaping from them.
Horrifying? Jun was sure that was used for when seeing the bodies and bloodshed after a particularly brutal territory dispute or watching warehouses of contraband drugs get confiscated by narcotics officers.
Retarded? Maybe, but that was a little more applied to when Aiba came up with ridiculous protection fee collection schemes that probably weren’t going to work, this lifetime or the next.
Ah. Jun pondered for all of a minute and finally found it.
The word was Humiliating.
As he felt every muscle in his body sore; bones creaking, back breaking, feet hurting, head absolutely imploding, he knew that the only correct word was Humiliating and nothing else.
Which other underworld headquarter chief would have to end up in drag for a club that he owned for goodness sake?
He cursed angrily under his breath.
His hair (real hair. Enough said.) was in ringlets, with a hair band snagging it with every movement of his head. His legs were clad in sheer stockings; his feet pinched from the awful heels he wore all night. His nails were painted in some sort of pink hue he never knew existed and he had on god-knows how many layers of makeup.
Sho chose that precise moment to walk in.
Jun glared at him with the intensity of a frozen winter that would typically send all of Jun’s underlings scuttling away in different directions. The sort that any rival gang would have hated to see during a negotiation session. The sort that Sho should not be nonchalant and amused over.
Sho simply took one look and started laughing.
“This. Is. All. Your. Fault.”
“Junko-sama! Aren’t you pretty.”
“Sakurai. I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”
Sho simply ignored him and continued.
“You do know you had the highest sales? You’re our top hostess tonight. You beat out both Yuuko and Shigemi.”
The guys were never, ever going to let him live this down. He could just imagine Takizawa’s expression on Monday’s meeting.
“I hate you.” Jun finally spat out.
Sho pouted.
“I was shorthanded. And you were here.”
It really didn’t help that The Sha La La Club’s in-charge was wearing the exact same thing as he was. Jun pulled the standing man’s arm and Sho tumbled slightly to end up sitting on his lap. He flushed adorably and the younger man finally smiled.
“You’re not really angry, are you?” Sho asked, slightly timidly.
Jun rolled his eyes. He may have had the temper of a destructive hurricane but he had never once got angry at the older man that toyed with the hair bow atop his stupid hair band while his eyes were still fixated on him. Never, from the very first time he’d met him at Kitagawa-kai till now.
“What do you think?” Jun asked obnoxiously.
Sho smiled.
“You really are pretty you know.”
“I hate that word now.”
“Fine. You’re… gorgeous then.”
“Nope. You are, Sakura-sama.”
Sho gave him his haughtiest lady-of-the-house look.
“I run this establishment after all.”
Jun gave a derisive little chuckle and looked at Sho.
“I’d only do this for you, you know that.” Jun said seriously.
“I don’t see you owning any other cross dressing bars.” Sho teased but his smile was warmer than summer.
He leaned forward and Jun could smell the fragrance that Sakura wore when ‘She’ was on the job. It was, aptly, a hint of cherry blossom. He cupped the back of Sho’s head and gently tilted his chin a fraction. Sho moved forward and their lips met; a perfect fit. Sho’s lips were nice and warm and tasted faintly of lip gloss (that could have been either of theirs).
It was a very bizarre sensation for Jun.
They had kissed countless of times before; sometimes they were chaste, quick pecks in the morning, sometimes stolen smooches at the back of the house after the club closed for the night, sometimes long and desperate lip locks before they had to go for dangerous negotiations with rival clans.
But this was one of a kind.
Yet, the kiss still tasted familiarly of Sho and of love. Jun ruffled Sho’s wig (ash-blond straight long hair) lightly.
“I feel like a lesbian.”
Sho giggled.
“Ditto.”
Jun sighed.
Only Sho would convince him that cross dressing for his club would be fun and a great learning experience.
A/N: If it’s unclear, yes, Jun is a yakuza member, but so is Sho. Jun also happens to own the club; with Sho managing it for him. The original piece is still in-progress, but I was tempted to write from that verse, so I did.