Title: Profession: Gigolo

Author: Andy-chan (antimiya88)

Special thanks for all her support and precious time to my dear chrysiida_tori <3

Pairings: Sakuraiba (main), Matsumiya (side), Aimiya (friendship), Sakumoto (friendship)

Genre: AU, Romance, Drama, Angst

Rating: PG15

Summary: Sakurai Sho is one of the most successful professional escorts in Tokyo. His image is this of a classy yet arrogant man who knows well how much desired he is. One day he comes across Aiba Masaki, a young student who seems to be the exact opposite. The interest is instant. Could this encounter make him change his point of view and bring out the real Sakurai Sho or will it create more problems?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the boys unfortunately

A.N. Minna!!! ^^ This is my third Sakuraiba multi-chaptered fic! There will be some drama and some mild angst but nothing like the previous one... ><" Your comments or thoughts will be appreciated! <3

“You remembered to pick it up?” a cold voice reached his ear.

“I was driving Ohno-san”

“I don’t give a fuck about your excuses! I called you to inform you that you have a client tonight. He’s new. You’ll receive all the details by e-mail. Make sure he’s left pleased… Understood Sakurai?”

Sho gulped. “Of course, Ohno-san. Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure he gets everything he wants”

“Glad to hear that Sakurai… You might have been stupid in the past but at least you have improved on that domain since then!” a sarcastic laugh was heard and then beeps. The other had hung up.

“I’ll make sure he gets everything he wants…” Sho muttered in a low voice as he watched his phone screen. It seemed as if the time was frozen. He sighed smirking. “I don’t have time for this crap…”

He pressed the gas pedal so fast that he could hear the tires creak. He loved to drive fast… it was giving him a sense of freedom… it was something that made his adrenaline increase but for his luck the light in front of him had just turned red.

“Who gives a damn…” he had accelerated even more when he saw someone at the edge of the road. He couldn’t tell for sure whether it was his idea or not but it felt as if something had touched his left wheel. Shit… The last thing he wanted was to cause problems to his boss. Fast, he got out of the car and approached the person who was standing on the pavement in a state of shock. The other was quite younger than him and he did seem ok but Sho still felt obliged to ask.

“Hey…” was the only thing that uttered his mouth.

“Are you kidding me?” a way too angry voice left the younger man’s throat as he turned his head towards him after having dusted his trousers. “You scared me to death and all you have to say is ‘hey…’?! Nice manners!”

“It’s my fault that I came to see if you’re fine when you should be more careful when you’re walking happily and carefree around the roads!” Sho replied in an equally angry way. Lately things just didn’t go his way and he had it enough; there’s no way he could deal with this spoiled little boy right now.

The other came closer to Sho. “I’m sorry for passing across the road when it was green for the pedestrians! I won’t do it again!” Sho couldn’t believe this boy; he couldn’t be more than 18-20 years old and yet he had the guts to talk to him in that tone.

Sho laughed as he grabbed the other’s arm, pulling him forcefully into his car, before the other could refuse or get away. He jumped in as well and drove away from the curious crowd that was gathered there to watch the small fight, like bees in front of a blooming flower. He drove for a few meters away and turned to a small road on his right, before pulling aside.

He could feel that the other was frozen out of fear and had lost his previous brave attitude. Sho looked at him more carefully. He had light brown hair that reached almost at the half of his neck and big, almond shaped eyes. His full, pouty lips were coming to complete his beautiful face. Sho then moved his eyes lower. He had a slim, tall figure and if he could judge from his clothes, the boy next to him was pretty rich. You look so innocent… just like a puppy out of your golden cage dear…

“Listen…” he leaned closer “this time I’ll be good and I’ll give you a friendly piece of advice”

The other managed to turn his head and look at Sho a little bewildered but no sound escaped his mouth; perhaps he was too terrified to even utter a single word.

“You better be careful how and to whom you give a speech… because there are people from which not even your pretty face…” Sho's fingers touched softly the other’s now flushed cheek “will save you… Got it?”

Sho returned to his previous position chuckling as he could discern the other’s embarrassment. “You may leave now… if you want of couse…”

The other didn’t need to hear it twice. He stormed out of the car, almost hurting himself as he bumped on the dust bin that was a few centimeters away from Sho’s spot.

Sho bit his lip smiling. “You are funny my pretty boy…” he turned his gaze back to the road and put on his sunglasses “… but I have business waiting for me…”
…………………………………………


He parked the car in the exclusive area of the biggest mall in Shibuya. He didn’t even need to say a single word or even nod; everyone knew him and his routine too well. He flashed his smile on the employee who would take care of his car.

“Make sure this baby here gets his perfect place… not fond of the sun. Ok?” The other nodded blushed, as he grabbed the keys.

Sho just winked and walked away heading to the main entrance of the mall. Idiot…
He could distinguish every single gay man within a radius of one km. What he loved the most was to have them like his pawns. Everyone was the same… all they needed was a smile, a playful wink, a fake show of interest of their health or their everyday life and they would worship you.

He headed immediately to the last floor. It was already 12:30. One of his habits was to never skip lunch or dinner. The employee at the reception welcomed him. It was his one of his favorite restaurants despite being crowded with fake polite people. It had a perfect panoramic view of Tokyo and that could cast off all the other negative sides.

“Alone or you’re expecting company, Sakurai-san?”

“I’m afraid I’m on my own this time” he smiled. “Could I have a table by the window, if that’s possible please?”

“Of course, Sakurai-san. Yokono-san will guide you to your table” the employee said as a waiter came to them.

Sho sat at his table which was perfect. It gave him the best view of Tokyo Tower and it was at the corner away from all the curious glances, while giving him the chance to ‘spy’ on the others without being noticed. He could see the minister of trade along with his wife. If only you knew how much he enjoys sucking dicks my dear… he smiled at his thought. A little further he could see Yamano Toshiro, one of the most successful lawyers in Japan. What a pity to be the exact opposite in bed…

“Have you decided, Sir? Or you want me to come back later?” the waiter’s question pulled him out of his thoughts.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll have the usual and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon please”

“Thank you, Sir”

Once the waiter left, Sho took off his tablet to look at his e-mails.

“Let’s see what kind of asshole I will meet tonight…” he searched through his inbox which was always bombarded with mails from desperate rich middle-aged men either thanking him or pleading him to meet them again.

Being a professional gigolo was not exactly his choice but since he was trapped in that job he had to do it perfectly. It would simply lessen the problems.

“Finally…”


From: Ohno Satoshi (os@ppleasure.jp)
To: Me (ss@eppleasure.jp)
Re: New Client


Name:Takashima Yuichiro
Age:58
Profession:Shipowner (via inheritance)
Family Status:Widower / one stepson (19 years old)
Services:Dinner – House (Up to level B)
Time:From 14/9 – 8pm To 15/9 – 3am (at least)
Optional:For Level C (if satisfied) – double payment + bonus

*p.s. Just a reminder - the optional is not optional for you


Sho laughed bitterly as he finished reading the mail. Of course the optional wouldn’t be optional. “Don’t worry Ohno-san… I know exactly what you’re expecting from me…” he mumbled to himself, clicking annoyed his tongue behind his teeth. “No need for reminding me every single time…”

“Your filet au vin, Sir” the waiter placed carefully the plate in front of him. “Bon appétit” he said in the best French he could speak and walked away.

Sho sighed as he took a hold of his glass and sipped some of the cold wine. He knew that this Takashima would be just like any other desperate middle aged man who always craved to taste a young man but never had the guts. He hated those guys the most because passing a night with him it would mean lack of knowledge and desperation that could lead to only one result: pain. Don’t overthink about it Sho… It’s just a night, like every single other one…
***

He was looking at himself in the full-length mirror while trying on his new Armani suit. It was a must that when he would be with a new client he had to wear brand new clothes. Thankfully, they weren’t charged on him so he could spend as much as he liked. The condition would be only one: impress and then let the other to crave for more.

“It’s as if it was made for you, Sakurai-san” the salesman said grinning like an idiot.

Sho smiled to him. I know that it does… But wouldn’t you just say the exact same thing even if I was 20 kilos fatter?

“I think I’ll have this” Sho said as he turned around one more time.

“Excellent choice, Sakurai-san”

Sho took it off and grabbed his Prada leather bag. “Charge it on this one” he said handing the salesman a golden card.

He had already bought everything he needed. Now all that was left for him to do was a hot bath that would help him prepare himself mentally for the night.

“Thank you Sakurai-san”

Sho just bowed and stormed out of the store. He headed to the parking where his car was waiting for him.

His hand brushed, accidentally of course, the employee’s butt before taking his keys. “Thank you dear!” he winked and turned the engine on. Now touch yourself thinking I’m the one fucking you while knowing that you will NEVER have me…he thought amused as he was driving fast down the avenue.

“Since everyone’s want me for my body... that body will make everyone get tortured as well…”
………………………………………..


“I knew you were an idiot, I just didn’t expect that much! You see a guy… a young guy… a young handsome guy… a young handsome arrogant guy… a young handsome arrogant guy  riding a car that worth more than my house and you hear him call you pretty boy and you say nothing?! JUST WOW Aiba-chan!”

“Nino! Do you even listen to yourself?”

“Oh yeah! I do! But the main point here is not me but you. Do YOU listen to me?” Nino sighed shaking his head. “You know… it’s not like every day that you meet this kind of guys hitting on you!”

Masaki almost chuckled at his coffee. “Hi- hit…ting on me?”

Nino’s eyes rolled. “Don’t tell me that…” he turned his gaze at his friend who looked genuinely lost. “Let me put this straight. The car almost hit you” Masaki nodded. “He came out and you started shouting at him” Masaki nodded again. “Then he pulls you into his car, checks on you and calls you pretty boy”

“To be more specific he called my face pretty” Masaki mumbled, his gaze lowered.

Nino sighed desperate. “Fine… face... and then he gave you a piece of ‘friendly advice’ while he touched your cheek” Masaki nodded again, as a faint blush appeared on both his cheeks.

“If he was not hitting on you then what the hell was he doing? Giving a lecture?! Or perhaps pretending the saint?!” Nino rested his head on his hands. “If only it was me before I got my babe… I would have one of the hell hot make out session inside his Ferrari…” Masaki could distinguish the dreamy face of his best friend but still couldn’t hold himself back.

“… I think it was a Lamborghini…”

Nino looked at him with a stare that would certainly kill. “I won’t comment… Anyway…” he cleared his throat and sipped some of his own coffee.

“Did you find out at least his name?”

Masaki shook his head negatively.

Nino leaned back on his chair, stretching his legs. “That’s why you remain a virgin even at this age… you’re clueless… you haven’t found the purpose of your youth…”

“…said the one who has slept with half the university in the past year… If that’s the purpose of my youth then I’m glad I haven’t found it yet!” Masaki replied stubbornly.

 It wasn’t that Masaki was prude. It was just that he believed in love. Call him a dreamer, call him an idiot but he believed in it. He knew that fairy tales didn’t exist but he hoped that he could feel the warmth, the longing inside of him. He didn’t doubt that you could find satisfaction in sleeping with a stranger but how full could that make you feel?

“Please… the last thing that I need now is a repeat of your lecture about love” Nino said in a slightly mocking way. “Do you have more classes than Yobana’s?”

“No… I’m free…”

“Then we could go to karaoke tonight. What do you say?” Nino asked him enthusiastically.

“I’ll have to ask him first” Masaki said in a low voice.

Nino patted his shoulder softly. “It’s ok Aiba-chan! You’ll tell me later! Now let’s go! We’ll be late and you know how strict Yobana is!”

Masaki said nothing in return. He grabbed his bag and followed hurriedly his friend who was laughing as he running down the university corridor.
………………………………………..


“I’m home!” Masaki announced as he entered his house.

“Welcome back Aiba-san” the butler was there to welcome him back.

Masaki climbed up the stairs, heading to his bedroom.

“Do you want us to prepare lunch?” he heard the butler’s voice once again.

“I’ve eaten at the university… I’ll just take a bath and I’ll rest in my room” Masaki said, without throwing a single glance back.

He closed the door of his bedroom behind him and rushed in the bathroom, not caring where he was throwing his clothes. A hot bath always made him relax. This place was his home, yet for many years now it felt so distant... almost as if it was someone else’s house and he was just a mere, unwanted guest.

He was nineteen years old, student in the Department of management of Todai. It was not his dream but could he even speak or even think of dreams? The answer was simple: no. As long as it was his dream, Masaki had no other choice. He was obliged to follow it without even uttering a single word of denial.

He knew that he should feel rather grateful that he was even able to study in the university; not that he cared for Masaki and his education but it helped his public image. He had to cultivate his good image and Masaki was the best bonus he could have.

Masaki was the son of one of the richest families in Japan. Everyone was jealous of him, thinking that he had it everything… that he was the happiest on earth. There was only one problem… he had nothing and he was not the happiest; not even happy. The only one who made him smile was his best friend Nino, who despite being aware of the conditions he was living in, he never showed pity. On the contrary, he kept on his bratty side making Masaki feel ‘normal’; if normal was even a description.

He isn’t but he used to be happy. He still remember how his mother was waiting for him to come back from school, with her arms open; how his grandpa would always smile to him… As for his father, he couldn’t remember anything… just blurred images of a tall man. He was only three years old when his biological father had left him and his mother. His mother had taken then the full custody and registered him in her family name.

Everything seemed to be fine the way it was, until his mother introduced to him Takashima Yuichiro. At first Masaki liked him. He was always very good to him. He would read him stories, he would take him to the amusement park, he would buy him presents; all that, until the age of eleven, when cancer decided to take his mother away.

It was then that Masaki learnt that the person who until that moment, he used to call ‘father’ was just a greedy man, thirsty for money and power. Masaki continued to live with him of course – the image of the widower that takes care of his stepson was a catchy story – but he also had to adapt himself to the new conditions. Takashima forbade Masaki to call him father, making him realize that he wasn’t his son and would never become one.
***

“Have you spoken to him?” it was Nino.

“Nino they informed me that he just got home. I should wait for half an hour at least. Otherwise I’m sure he won’t even let me speak to him… Don’t worry… I’ll let you know as soon as possible. Ok?”

“Ok Aiba-chan! I’ll be waiting for your call! Just promise me you won’t forget it and you have me waiting like an idiot…”

“Yes Sir!” Masaki replied laughing.

He stood up from his bed and moved closer to the mirror. He tried to smile the best he could as he started speaking. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, Sir but… I would like to ask your permission to go out with my friend, Ninomiya Kazunari. We will just go for karaoke. I will make sure to be back by 11pm and cause absolutely no problem…” No… not like that Masaki… think…

After having tested many different versions he dragged his feet to Takashima’s office in the house. He could feel his heart jumping around but knocked on the door anyway. He waited for his stepfather to growl but nothing; no reply came. Weird… he knocked again but nothing. Masaki looked around and opened the door slowly. The lights were on but there was no one inside. How come he’s not here?

He was ready to close the door when a paper, left on the leather sofa close to the door caught his attention. Hesitantly he took it in his hands and read it.

Paid Pleasure – A Paradise on Earth
Boys from 20 to 29 years old – specialized to mature men – best manners -born to pleasure
All services available
Contact / information: 298368873-9

“What’s this?” Masaki looked at it once again. He could tell what this was, Nino had tested even this kind of stuff when he had turned eighteen, but the biggest question was why it was in Takashima’s office. Don’t tell me that he…

Masaki saw another, smaller paper underneath the vase in the small table in front of the sofa that looked more like a receipt.


Name of Escort requested: Sakurai Sho
Age: 28 years old
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 171 cm
Weight: 61 kg – Well built
Prices: A – 1.000 $ / B – 1.800 $ / C – 2.500 $ / Bonus: 500-1.000 $ (per hour 100 $)

Client: TAKASHIMA YUICHIRO
Agreement: hours – 700$ + B + C(optional with bonus) – maximum total price: 4.200 $


Masaki was left dumbfounded. “Takashima paid for a…”
***

He put the paper back at its place and stormed out of the room not wanting to get caught. He didn’t know where to go when he heard the butler, opening the door to someone. The living room…

“Good evening Sakurai-san. Takashima-san will be with you in a minute. Please come in”

“Thank you, Sir” Masaki could hear the other’s voice clearly.

“This way please”

Masaki was positive that they were coming to the living room. What should I do? How am I supposed to welcome this person here? What am I supposed to say? Am I even supposed to greet him?

He was still lost in his thoughts when he heard the butler’s voice.

“Oh! Aiba-san you’re here as well?”

“Y- Yes… I was waiting for Ta- my father… There’s something I wanted to a-” Masaki turned around and couldn’t believe his eyes “ask him about…something…” he managed to say in the end, still not being able to believe who he was looking at.

“Then excuse me, Aiba-san, Sakurai-san”

Masaki couldn’t move. In front of him there was the same guy… the same guy who had almost hit him this morning… the same handsome guy who admittedly looked even more handsome in his dark blue, glaringly super expensive suit.

“Wow! I didn’t expect to meet you this fast pretty boy!”

Masaki blinked several times. “Y- …YOU!”




TO BE CONTINUED…





A.N. Soooo this is the first chapter!!! ^^ I had some free time and advanced with it so I thought to share the first one!!! :D The idea popped into my head as I was listening to a greek song with the title 'Gigolo'! XD There will be some drama and angst but in any way like 'A broken Promise'... I would not be able to handle so much sadness again... I promise a lot fluffier and *coughs* sexier Sakuraiba moments as I want this one to be more focused on them!!! ;)
Matsumiya managed to become the side pairing once again - you'll find out more in the second chapter and *bites her nails anxiously* Ohno became the bad guy here... well... I guess it was his time to be 'sacrificed' for the good of the fic! XDDD Of course there's background for him as well! (You know me, right?!)
I'll try to stick with my weekly posting process! :)

Anyway I stop here...


I really hope you liked it *crosses fingers* and your comments would be more than loved (even the negative ones ne?!) - always anxious when I'm posting a new story!