Guilty Pleasures
TITLE: Guilty Pleasures
CHAPTER: One
PAIRING: Aiba x Ohno / Sakurai x Ohno / Aiba x Sakurai
RATING: PG13 for the moment.....
SUMMARY: The vampires called me Executioner. I not only worked as an animator (someone who raises the dead), but I also worked with the police as a legal vampire hunter. The vampire hurt any person against their will, they were executed. If they had three strikes against them for any other crime, they were executed. By me.
Ninomiya Kazunari was a weakling when he was alive. Being dead hadn’t improved him very much.
I sat on the other side of my desk, arms crossed over my chest as I glared at him. I was going to kill Jun, my boss. The money grabbing son of a bitch that he was. He knew that I had a problem with vampires, and he still put one in front of me as a client.
“What exactly is it that you want, Ninomiya?” I asked, not exactly friendly.
The vampire shifted uncomfortably on the seat. It was understandable that he was nervous of me; the vampires called me Executioner. I not only worked as an animator (someone who raises the dead), but I also worked with the police as a legal vampire hunter. The vampire hurt any person against their will, they were executed. If they had three strikes against them for any other crime, they were executed. By me.
“You can’t want me to raise a zombie for you; tell me what it is that you are here for,”
“Um, well, Satoshi, my Master wi-”
“That’s Ohno, to you,” I snapped. There is no way that this vampire was using my first name.
“Fine, Ohno,” Ninomiya said, fiddling with his bright orange tie, “My Master wishes for you to come to the grand opening of his new club tonight,”
“Absolutely not,” I said, without any hesitation. I had never really gotten along with the Master of the City, but after I worked with him to execute the previous Master, I really wanted to steer clear of him. That vampire was already too powerful for his own good. And he was only three hundred years old - give or take.
Ninomiya froze. It didn’t impress me. Ninomiya had only been dead for about two years, so he hadn’t perfected that absolute stillness that older vamps had.
He then leaned in towards me ever so slightly, staring into my eyes. That didn’t impress me either.
In less than a heartbeat, I had my gun pressed under his chin, pointed up towards the back of his head.
“You can’t capture me with your eyes, Ninomiya,” I almost growled, “I’m far too good for that, and you are no where near good enough to try,”
My silver crucifix hanging between my collarbones began to glow, and I gently put it inside my t-shirt with my free hand. Wouldn’t want to start a fire.
Only two vampires had managed to capture me with their eyes so far; the previous Master of the City, and the new one. Which is another reason I wanted to avoid him. I wasn’t just an animator, I was a Necromancer, and being such gave me certain powers and resistance over the dead. However, I wasn’t perfect. If a powerful enough vampire could capture me, it would be my own fault for giving them the chance.
“Sorry,” He smiled, flashing fang. He leant back slowly into his chair, “Please, Ohno, please come to the club tonight. If I fail him again… I…” He broke off, looking at the floor and smoothing down his tie again.
I sighed, actually feeling sorry for him as I slid my gun back into the holster, “Sorry, Ninomiya. I will not go to a club ripe with vampires. Not without a permit of execution,”
Ninomiya winced. “But… We can double.. Triple the fee of your usual animating fee!” He said, “We’ve already paid a huge deposit!”
“No,” I said shortly, getting to my feet, “Thank you for visiting Animators Inc today. Your appointment time is up,”
Ninomiya looked like he was about to cry as he got to his feet and shuffled from my office. I had never seen a vampire shuffle before. It was slightly amusing.
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I scowled at the vampire bouncer standing just inside the new club “Guilty Pleasures“. My boss had pretty much blackmailed me into taking this job, so I was angry. And now, the bouncer was trying to get me to give up my cross to the woman standing at the cloakroom. What a joke.
“No,” I said, “I got invited here by the Master of the City. I don’t want to be here, but I have to be. You aren’t taking my cross from me,”
“You aren’t getting inside with it on,” The bouncer, Buzz, said stubbornly, crossing his huge arms over his wide chest and leaning over me. His size didn’t intimidate me at all; I had always been small, so I was used to people looming over me. Instead, it pissed me off.
“What will your Master say if I don’t show up after he’s paid this ridiculous amount of money to get me here?” I said, crossing my own arms over my chest.
“Please,” Buzz sighed, “I am letting you enter with your guns, the least you could do is give up your cross. You will get it back, I promise. Just please… give up your cross and go inside to greet the Master,”
I made an exasperated growl and pulled the cross off over my head. Buzz stepped backwards as I swung it around on it’s chain and handed it to the woman. She smiled at me, slipped it inside an envelope and handed me a stub of paper.
“Please give this to me when you return, and you may have your belongings back,”
“Yeah, sure,” I grumbled, stuffing the paper into my jeans and sweeping past the bouncer, “Am I free to go in now, Buzz?” I snapped.
He frowned at me and nodded, “The Master is out the back. Head to the VIP area, and someone will take you to him,”
I spun on my heel and stomped across the dance floor towards the VIP area. The club had very few people in at the moment, as it was just opening time. Of course, people were queuing outside, but were held up by someone arguing with the bouncer. I wonder who that could have been?
A tall, slim female vampire took me through a door at the back of the VIP area and down a dark corridor. I had her walk in front of me, both hands where I could see them, just in case. Paranoid, me?
She left me at the end of the corridor, and I watched her walk back to the club. She didn’t say anything at all to me, and I was glad. However, being left in the dark all alone in a club owned and ran by vampires, was slightly worrying.
With my hand on the butt of my gun, I knocked on the door, and when I heard an answer, I entered.
The room looked like a hall that had been converted into a studio for filming pornography. There were makeshift beds along both walls, made up of what looked like fur blankets. Fortunately, there was only one bed in use by the door, and it had just one blonde woman in it. She wasn’t vampire though. Her energy flowed over me like a warm breeze. Shapeshifter.
She didn’t move, but I kept her in sight as I walked past her and up between the fur beds. At the end of the hall, sitting in a large throne, for lack of a better word, was the Master of the City. Sitting next to him in the closest fur bed, was a naked man. He raised to his knees as I approached, and I could see the muscles in his chest and stomach ripple under the golden skin.
“Sho, Kasia, leave us,” The Master said, his voice caressing my skin like a lover. The naked man scowled at him, but not because he was told to leave. It looked like he was scowling because he was being ordered about. He did, however, pull on a pair of jeans and walk down the direction I had just come from. The blonde shape shifter in the bed at the front also left, but she was dressed already in a pair of tight leather trousers with a matching bra. She was barefoot.
“Ma Petite, I am so glad you came,” The Master said, getting to his feet in a movement so graceful that it almost took my breath away. It was only then that I really looked at him.
He was wearing just a pair of jeans with a black cardigan over his upper body, unbuttoned. His skin was a flawless, ivory white, looking both soft and hard with muscles running down to the waistband of his black jeans. He was also barefoot. I lifted my eyes to his face, seeing his perfect, kissable pink lips and his smooth skin, marred only by a cross shaped scar that reached from the corner of his left eye down his cheek bone. It just made him more beautiful. His hair was black and straight, hanging around his face and over his eyes. His eyes were, however, the most stunning feature of this vampire. They were bright, icy blue and held the promise of pleasure, and perhaps pain if he was not pleased.
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped, lowering my eyes away from his. I didn’t want to be caught by this vampire. Not ever.
He grinned, not flashing any fang. The older the vampire, the more practice they had at hiding their identity. However, this particular vampire would never be able to hide himself completely from those who were sensitive to power. He was much, much too powerful.
“Why not?” He drawled, “It is an adorable nickname for an adorable man,” His voice flowed over me, stroking and caressing.
“Stop!” I said, “If you want me to talk to you, then you behave yourself,”
He laughed, a beautiful sound that sent shivers down my spine, “As you wish, ma petite,”
“Don’t call me that,” I repeated, “You aren’t even French,”
“But I was raised there, Satoshi,”
I tutted and stepped away from him, “Why is it that I am here, Masaki?”
The Master stepped closer to me, closing the gap that I had made, “I just wished to thank you for you assistance in killing Nikolaos,” He said, “She was a highly unpleasant creature,”
Unpleasant was an understatement. The vampire and kidnapped me and, after rolling me with her eyes, tried to turn me into one of them, so I would be under her control. When I fought, she tried to kill me.
“You are my guest of honour tonight, ma petite,” Masaki said, reaching out to tuck a stray bit of hair behind my ear, “You have my word that you are safe, and that no bad people will try to hurt you,” He smiled when he said the last sentence, as if it amused him, “Just enjoy the show. And of course, drinks are on the house,”
With that, he swept past me unnaturally smoothly, leaving me alone in the giant porn room. Okay, I was guessing that it was just the room for his guards or whatever to sleep in, but it still creeped me out a little.
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Ninomiya had been outside when I got back to the club. He smiled nervously at me and led me to a table that had a little card with reserved written on it.
“This is your table, Ohno,” He said, before backing away from me, “The Master has requested that you have a few.. Guests with you while the show is on. They will be here shortly. Please… Please don’t hurt them or anything..”
I sighed and looked up at the nervous vampire, “Ninomiya, I’m not going to hurt anyone unless they try to hurt me first. And you don’t need to be so scared of me, I’m not going to hurt you either, alright?” I’ll admit, I felt sorry for him. He was the only person I had known as a human before they changed. He and I were never friends; he was always getting in trouble with the police - but I didn’t dislike him.
He smiled gratefully and relaxed, “Thanks,” He said, before blending into the crowd.
I sipped slowly at my orange juice as the lights dimmed. A spotlight appeared on the stage and I watched it, wondering who would appear.
“Hi there,” A female voice said from behind me. I jumped, my hands immediately going for my gun. It was out and pointed quicker than I thought was possible.
“Ah.. Woah.. Oh God,” It was the blonde shape shifter from the porn room, “I.. I..” Her eyes filled with tears as she raised her hands and stared at my gun.
“Sorry,” I grunted, putting my gun away again, “Don’t like it when people make me jump,”
“Sorry,” She mumbled, “Is it okay if I sit next to you? Masaki-sama asked me to keep you company,”
I sighed and nodded. If they were ordered to sit with me, I wasn’t going to be able to stop them.
“Me too,” I spun at the sound of a deep bass voice, to see the man that was previously naked in the porn room. He had now regretfully put a tight black t-shirt on over his muscled body. He sat down without me replying.
“I’m Sakurai Sho,” He said, with a smile. I took his offered hand, and a jolt of power ran through me.
“Lycanthrope,” I said, pulling my hand back and resisting the urge to wipe it on my jeans, “You hide it very well,”
He shrugged, “Most people wouldn’t want a shifter teaching their little brats History,” He said, somewhat bitterly. It was illegal to discriminate against vampires and lycanthropes, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t happen.
“What flavour?” I asked. For some reason, he didn’t make me nervous in the sense that he should have. I was more worried about asking him to strip again.
“Wolf,” He smiled, “Kasia is a Leopard,”
“Why so close with the Master? I asked,”
He shrugged, his face showing slight signs of anger, “Wolf is his animal to call. He calls, the pack answers,”
“And you?” I asked the blonde, Kasia.
“I have no pard. No one to protect me. I am not a dominant like Sho. I don’t even have a home. I was hoping to get some kind of job here,”
She seemed so frail that I had a horrible urge to protect her, even though I knew for a fact that she could take care of herself.
I was just about to ask her why she had no pard, or pack, when Masaki’s voice appeared over the speakers.
“Welcome, my beauties, to Guilty Pleasures, where your deepest, darkest fantasies come true,” His voice stroked my body and I shuddered, “Please welcome our first act, Nathaniel, to the stage,”
A auburn haired man stalked onto the stage, and began to strip in time to music.
Great. I was sitting in a strip club, owned by the Master vampire of the city, who seemed to have some kind of fixation with me.
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TBC
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I'm BACK! Hai thur!!! I know, I know, it's been a while, right? Anyway, like I explained in the teaser, Number 13 has been put on the back burner for a while, but I do have this one for you. What do you think of it? :D