Hearts in the Underworld - 1/?
Title: Hearts in the Underworld
Chapter: 1/?
Author: reeses6826
Genres: Angst, Romance, Violence, Smut (all eventually)
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha (central), Reita/Kai, Kai/Uruha, Reita/Ruki (all eventually)
Warnings: Gambling, Illegal Activity, Blood, Non-con (all eventually)
Summary: A downhearted gambler, a hot-blooded street-fighter, a mysterious crime lord, a sadistic ruffian, and a faithful innocent - five lives tragically tied in a world of blood, lust, ... and love.
Comments: This will be a longer fic than I'm used to writing so please leave me comments to keep me going :)
Uruha shrieked as he looked at his alarm clock. I am so late! My boss is really gonna kill me this time! He hopped on one foot as he tried to put his shoe on the other while simultaneously brushing his teeth and buttoning his shirt. He finally pulled himself into a somewhat dressed state and barreled out the door, his briefcase in one hand and his scattered paperwork in the other.
Uruha walked briskly down the street and almost had all his things in order when - -
BAM!!
Papers exploded into the air like doves in flight as Uruha went crashing to the pavement. He landed hard on his back, his head smacking against the cement surface. He felt something land on top of him. It was a heavy, warm something... and it smelled faintly of leather, vanilla, and cigarettes. Uruha was almost enjoying the comforting warmth and intoxicating scent, until he realized that the something was still on top of him.
"Hey! What the hell?" Uruha yelled as he tried to wriggle free.
A head lifted up off of Uruha's chest and two firey black eyes stared widely at him through lustrous raven hair that spilled over pristinely fair skin. "I'm very sorry," the heavenly something said, smiling apologetically with inviting lips. "I guess I didn't see you there."
The two men stood up slowly, and wordlessly gathered up Uruha's papers, each pausing every few seconds to sneak a glance at the other. Uruha felt his cheeks heat up instantly when their hands met on the last sheet of paper.
Uruha cleared his throat. "Well... uh... thank you for your help... um..."
"Aoi," the other man offered. "My name is Aoi."
"Yes, well Aoi," Uruha tried not to meet Aoi's deep stare, afraid of this strange effect it was having on him. "I'd better be going." He continued to stare at the ground as he brushed past Aoi and started walking.
"Hey!" Aoi's voice stopped him dead in his tracks and he turned slowly. "You're not even going to tell me your name?" Aoi stepped closer to Uruha, the look on his face indicating that he knew just how wonderfully uncomfortable he was making the honey-blond.
"Uruha." It was just a whisper, almost inaudible.
"Uruha," Aoi repeated, saying the name as if it were a prayer. Then he smiled, "I'm pretty sure you were headed the other way before."
"Oh shit!"
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Uruha leaned back against the alley wall, closed his eyes, and breathed in the relaxing smoke from the cigarette that hung loosely between his lips. After an entire morning spent being cursed at by his irate boss, the smoke break was much needed.
"You know you look fucking hot with that thing in your mouth." Uruha's eyes shot open, immediately recognizing the taunting voice. He ignored the foul, blatant innuendo and hesitantly turned his head to the dark-haired man that stood casually beside him.
"Kai, not here. I'll get fired." Uruha pleaded. But the other man ignored him, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he moved closer, pressing his body up against an unwilling Uruha.
"Luckily for me, you aren't in a position to decide where or when I do anything." Kai smiled sadistically as his fingers ran across Uruha's plump lips, along his jawline, down his neck, and settled for ghosting along his collarbone, just under his shirt.
Uruha's breathing became more rapid as nervousness seeped through his body. "I really will pay him back. I promise. Every cent. Please don't... I just need a little more time," He implored.
Kai reached around Uruha and pulled his tucked shirt out from the back of his pants. Uruha shivered as Kai's hands crept up his back, caressing his smooth, cool skin. "Actually, he has a little proposal for you. A bet, if you're interested."
Despite the glaring violation being acted upon his body, Uruha perked up instantly at the mention of a bet. He felt his blood coarse a little faster through his veins as his adrenaline spiked. "A bet, huh? The ponies? Which race? Doesn't matter, I'm in." Uruha knew he should exercise some self-control, but he was hooked now.
"It's not a horse race." Kai chuckled. "We're betting on a whole other animal this time."
"I don't understand."
"What do you care? A bet is a bet." Kai maintained his burning eye contact with the other man as his hands moved down inside the back of Uruha's pants and squeezed his tight ass.
Uruha gasped and tried to wriggle away. "Ok, I got it. I'm in. Can you please go now? I have to get back inside. Please?"
"Fine." But instead of letting go, Kai squeezed harder and pushed the full force of his body against Uruha's, pinning the honey-blond against the wall and knocking the breath clear out of him. "Here's the deal: you win, and you're debt is cleared. You lose, and you owe him double. I'll call you later with the address. We'll even let you pick your own... stallion. Choose well, cause Reita is getting tired of giving your sorry ass so many second chances."
Kai pressed his lips against Uruha's flushed cheek before whispering, "But I'm hoping you lose. Cause then you and I can settle your debt my way."
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"Street-fighting?" Uruha asked to himself in shock when he showed up in a dimly lit alley behind a street of boarded-up warehouses. "I'm betting on people?"
He was completely surrounded by strong, agile yet frightful looking men in various states of dress. There was already a fight taking place in the center of the alley, where two filthy, grunting men lunged at one another in an attempt to tear the other into raw, red pieces. All around them, hopeless gamblers and shameless criminals hooted and hollered at every bone-crushing blow. Blood already stained the pavement below, trickling down towards the gutters like a river of unending pain.
Fuck this. I'm getting out of here. Uruha thought, but before he could make a move to leave, two strong hands grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. He grimaced when he was met with Kai's smiling face, mostly because he couldn't believe someone so black-hearted could still smile in a way that would melt a schoolgirl into a giggling puddle.
"There you are! There's no time to waste. You need to place your bet already."
"Yeah, about that... um, I don't feel comfortable betting on other men. Horses are one thing, but these are human beings so..." Uruha let his voice trail off as he backed away from Kai, stopping suddenly when his back hit something hard. He turned around and stifled a yelp of fear.
"Too late. No backing out now." Reita said, glaring over the black bandanna that covered the bottom half of his face. Only his foreboding eyes shone from underneath his leather hood. Only eyes were necessary though, because everyone knew Reita's eyes and everyone knew Reita. And no one said no to Reita.
"Yes, R-Reita, sir." Uruha stammered, trying to cover up that fact that he was shaking as the notorious criminal stepped closer and put a muscular, intimidating arm around Uruha's shoulder.
"It's no big deal. These guys are born fighters, just like those damn horses are born runners. These crazy bastards would fight until their dying breath." Reita laughed at Uruha's startled expression. "Don't worry, you pussy, we're pretty careful. Can't have bodies piling up around here, can we? Still, you can't prevent the occasional mishap..." He took a breath, having grown impatient with Uruha's reluctance. "Look, one guy, one fight. Take a look around. And pick someone."
Uruha gulped and looked where Reita directed at the fighters waiting for battle. His eyes ran across generic musclemen and creepy gangsters before stopping cold on a familiar face, with a familiar set of dark, piercing eyes, familiar jet-black hair, and familiar, delicious-looking lips.
"I choose him."
Reita noted Uruha's selection. "Good then. He wins, and you're free. He loses, or dies, and you're in the hole for twice what you already owe me."
Reita and Kai walked away from a worried Uruha. Kai smiled gleefully at Uruha's poor choice. The pretty honey blond was as good as his.
Across the alley, Aoi fidgeted in place. His stomach was in knots again. He could never seem to just calm the fuck down before a fight. No wonder he never won.
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A/N: Just so you know, dearest Ruki is a major character too. He will be showing up in the next chapter, as will Aoi's fight scene. This was more of a teaser ;P
Chapter: 1/?
Author: reeses6826
Genres: Angst, Romance, Violence, Smut (all eventually)
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha (central), Reita/Kai, Kai/Uruha, Reita/Ruki (all eventually)
Warnings: Gambling, Illegal Activity, Blood, Non-con (all eventually)
Summary: A downhearted gambler, a hot-blooded street-fighter, a mysterious crime lord, a sadistic ruffian, and a faithful innocent - five lives tragically tied in a world of blood, lust, ... and love.
Comments: This will be a longer fic than I'm used to writing so please leave me comments to keep me going :)
Uruha shrieked as he looked at his alarm clock. I am so late! My boss is really gonna kill me this time! He hopped on one foot as he tried to put his shoe on the other while simultaneously brushing his teeth and buttoning his shirt. He finally pulled himself into a somewhat dressed state and barreled out the door, his briefcase in one hand and his scattered paperwork in the other.
Uruha walked briskly down the street and almost had all his things in order when - -
BAM!!
Papers exploded into the air like doves in flight as Uruha went crashing to the pavement. He landed hard on his back, his head smacking against the cement surface. He felt something land on top of him. It was a heavy, warm something... and it smelled faintly of leather, vanilla, and cigarettes. Uruha was almost enjoying the comforting warmth and intoxicating scent, until he realized that the something was still on top of him.
"Hey! What the hell?" Uruha yelled as he tried to wriggle free.
A head lifted up off of Uruha's chest and two firey black eyes stared widely at him through lustrous raven hair that spilled over pristinely fair skin. "I'm very sorry," the heavenly something said, smiling apologetically with inviting lips. "I guess I didn't see you there."
The two men stood up slowly, and wordlessly gathered up Uruha's papers, each pausing every few seconds to sneak a glance at the other. Uruha felt his cheeks heat up instantly when their hands met on the last sheet of paper.
Uruha cleared his throat. "Well... uh... thank you for your help... um..."
"Aoi," the other man offered. "My name is Aoi."
"Yes, well Aoi," Uruha tried not to meet Aoi's deep stare, afraid of this strange effect it was having on him. "I'd better be going." He continued to stare at the ground as he brushed past Aoi and started walking.
"Hey!" Aoi's voice stopped him dead in his tracks and he turned slowly. "You're not even going to tell me your name?" Aoi stepped closer to Uruha, the look on his face indicating that he knew just how wonderfully uncomfortable he was making the honey-blond.
"Uruha." It was just a whisper, almost inaudible.
"Uruha," Aoi repeated, saying the name as if it were a prayer. Then he smiled, "I'm pretty sure you were headed the other way before."
"Oh shit!"
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Uruha leaned back against the alley wall, closed his eyes, and breathed in the relaxing smoke from the cigarette that hung loosely between his lips. After an entire morning spent being cursed at by his irate boss, the smoke break was much needed.
"You know you look fucking hot with that thing in your mouth." Uruha's eyes shot open, immediately recognizing the taunting voice. He ignored the foul, blatant innuendo and hesitantly turned his head to the dark-haired man that stood casually beside him.
"Kai, not here. I'll get fired." Uruha pleaded. But the other man ignored him, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he moved closer, pressing his body up against an unwilling Uruha.
"Luckily for me, you aren't in a position to decide where or when I do anything." Kai smiled sadistically as his fingers ran across Uruha's plump lips, along his jawline, down his neck, and settled for ghosting along his collarbone, just under his shirt.
Uruha's breathing became more rapid as nervousness seeped through his body. "I really will pay him back. I promise. Every cent. Please don't... I just need a little more time," He implored.
Kai reached around Uruha and pulled his tucked shirt out from the back of his pants. Uruha shivered as Kai's hands crept up his back, caressing his smooth, cool skin. "Actually, he has a little proposal for you. A bet, if you're interested."
Despite the glaring violation being acted upon his body, Uruha perked up instantly at the mention of a bet. He felt his blood coarse a little faster through his veins as his adrenaline spiked. "A bet, huh? The ponies? Which race? Doesn't matter, I'm in." Uruha knew he should exercise some self-control, but he was hooked now.
"It's not a horse race." Kai chuckled. "We're betting on a whole other animal this time."
"I don't understand."
"What do you care? A bet is a bet." Kai maintained his burning eye contact with the other man as his hands moved down inside the back of Uruha's pants and squeezed his tight ass.
Uruha gasped and tried to wriggle away. "Ok, I got it. I'm in. Can you please go now? I have to get back inside. Please?"
"Fine." But instead of letting go, Kai squeezed harder and pushed the full force of his body against Uruha's, pinning the honey-blond against the wall and knocking the breath clear out of him. "Here's the deal: you win, and you're debt is cleared. You lose, and you owe him double. I'll call you later with the address. We'll even let you pick your own... stallion. Choose well, cause Reita is getting tired of giving your sorry ass so many second chances."
Kai pressed his lips against Uruha's flushed cheek before whispering, "But I'm hoping you lose. Cause then you and I can settle your debt my way."
~~~~ ~~~~
"Street-fighting?" Uruha asked to himself in shock when he showed up in a dimly lit alley behind a street of boarded-up warehouses. "I'm betting on people?"
He was completely surrounded by strong, agile yet frightful looking men in various states of dress. There was already a fight taking place in the center of the alley, where two filthy, grunting men lunged at one another in an attempt to tear the other into raw, red pieces. All around them, hopeless gamblers and shameless criminals hooted and hollered at every bone-crushing blow. Blood already stained the pavement below, trickling down towards the gutters like a river of unending pain.
Fuck this. I'm getting out of here. Uruha thought, but before he could make a move to leave, two strong hands grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. He grimaced when he was met with Kai's smiling face, mostly because he couldn't believe someone so black-hearted could still smile in a way that would melt a schoolgirl into a giggling puddle.
"There you are! There's no time to waste. You need to place your bet already."
"Yeah, about that... um, I don't feel comfortable betting on other men. Horses are one thing, but these are human beings so..." Uruha let his voice trail off as he backed away from Kai, stopping suddenly when his back hit something hard. He turned around and stifled a yelp of fear.
"Too late. No backing out now." Reita said, glaring over the black bandanna that covered the bottom half of his face. Only his foreboding eyes shone from underneath his leather hood. Only eyes were necessary though, because everyone knew Reita's eyes and everyone knew Reita. And no one said no to Reita.
"Yes, R-Reita, sir." Uruha stammered, trying to cover up that fact that he was shaking as the notorious criminal stepped closer and put a muscular, intimidating arm around Uruha's shoulder.
"It's no big deal. These guys are born fighters, just like those damn horses are born runners. These crazy bastards would fight until their dying breath." Reita laughed at Uruha's startled expression. "Don't worry, you pussy, we're pretty careful. Can't have bodies piling up around here, can we? Still, you can't prevent the occasional mishap..." He took a breath, having grown impatient with Uruha's reluctance. "Look, one guy, one fight. Take a look around. And pick someone."
Uruha gulped and looked where Reita directed at the fighters waiting for battle. His eyes ran across generic musclemen and creepy gangsters before stopping cold on a familiar face, with a familiar set of dark, piercing eyes, familiar jet-black hair, and familiar, delicious-looking lips.
"I choose him."
Reita noted Uruha's selection. "Good then. He wins, and you're free. He loses, or dies, and you're in the hole for twice what you already owe me."
Reita and Kai walked away from a worried Uruha. Kai smiled gleefully at Uruha's poor choice. The pretty honey blond was as good as his.
Across the alley, Aoi fidgeted in place. His stomach was in knots again. He could never seem to just calm the fuck down before a fight. No wonder he never won.
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A/N: Just so you know, dearest Ruki is a major character too. He will be showing up in the next chapter, as will Aoi's fight scene. This was more of a teaser ;P