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

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“Did I change your plans?” Masaki asked rather shyly, looking down at his lap.

They had sat on a bench watching the small waves crushing against some rocks. One hour had almost passed since they arrived at the beach.

Sho reached for Masaki’s hand which was grabbing the wooden bench tightly. “I said I wanted to pass the day with you… I don’t care whether we’re here or downtown” Masaki turned his head to steal a glimpse of Sho who was smiling. “Don’t worry pretty boy… I like being here with you. To be honest I had never been to the beach before…”

Masaki looked at him bewildered. “Never?!”

Sho muffled a laugh. “Since I came to Tokyo I mean…” the words fainted away as he turned his head towards the sea. “When I was a kid I would pass my free time at the beach…” he closed his eyes as he continued talking. “My mother had a difficult time trying to find me after the sun had set… I guess I wasn’t the easiest son…”

Masaki was left looking at the man next to him. It was the first time that his tone had nothing seductive,  it was sweet, yet a bit bitter but he guessed that’s how you must sound  if you’re nostalgic; just like that… bittersweet. It was the same way with him when he remembered of his own childhood and the time he passed with his mother and his grandfather. He felt warm and cold in the same time.

“Where are you from?” he asked Sho reluctantly. Masaki had realized that the other didn’t want to talk about his life; He knew that he was risking making Sho mad by making this question but he couldn’t stop himself from asking. This man had an unimaginable power over him and he wanted to know everything… every single aspect of his life… every single detail.

“Okinawa” Sho replied still having his eyes closed.

“It’s beautiful…” Masaki replied smiling.

Sho looked at him a bit bewildered. “You’ve been there?” he asked, curiosity winning him over.

“No… I didn’t have the chance… But grandpa had traveled all over Japan and he had shown me pictures. I liked Kyoto and Okinawa the best. If I was living there I guess I’d be all day at the beach as well!”

Sho smiled as his hand caressed Masaki’s right cheek. “I wish we could be there together pretty boy…”

“We still can!” Masaki said in a really enthusiastic way.

Sho took his hand away and look down. “I’m afraid we can’t… I can’t leave Tokyo…”

“Is it because of your job?” Masaki asked biting his lower lip.

Sho smirked bitterly. “You can say that I guess…”

“But… but if you have so much money… and…” Sho looked at him with questioning eyes. “…and you want to earn more… you… you can always work as… an escort there… I mean… There must be some pretty rich men there as well…” Masaki frowned a bit, realizing the expression on Sho’s face. “Did I just say something funny?”

Sho laughed. “No… I just… you’re so innocent pretty boy. I do have a lot of money, indeed but I can’t leave Tokyo… You saw the card, didn’t you?”

“What card?”

“Paid Paradise…” Sho’s voice was almost not hearable.

Masaki lowered his head and nodded embarrassed.

“Well... let’s say that my contract forbids me to leave the capital…”

Masaki looked at Sho frowning. “Then, why don’t you break it?”

“It’s not that easy pretty boy…” Sho sighed and for a few seconds he remained silent. “I’d really prefer it if today we spoke about other things… happier…”

Masaki bit his lip. Sho had asked him out of the blue to pass some time together and he had ruined it. Not only had he dragged him to the beach but also he had made him speak about his job despite not being so fond of, no matter what he was saying.

“I’m stupid… I’m sorry…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Don’t be sorry… and please never call yourself stupid… you might be innocent but you are not stupid. If you were then I wouldn’t be here in the first place… What I hate the most is stupid people… perhaps because once I was one…” he finished his words mumbling in an almost inaudible way.

He stood up and took Masaki by his hand. “C’mon pretty boy I want to walk a bit before we go back to the city and have dinner together…” Masaki blushed as he realized that Sho had intertwined their fingers.

“Tell me… Sho-san… Is it crazy that I like you this much even if I only know you for two days?!” Masaki asked in a low voice, not being able to control himself anymore.
He had to ask but more importantly, he had to know what the other was thinking.

Sho leaned closer and pecked his lips. “I have the same question myself… Masaki…”

At the hearing of this Masaki gasped and felt his heart beat accelerating super fast. He didn’t even know what he was doing but little did he care. He had wrapped his arms around Sho’s neck bringing him close to his body.

Sho was taken by surprise. “Since when did you turn this bold with your actions?” his tone was clearly amused.

“You called me Masaki and not pretty boy…” Masaki answered whispering, his hot breath almost feeling ticklish on Sho’s face. His eyes were showing his emotions like a mirror and Masaki could see it clearly; all the love and longing in him but he had to stop himself from acting irresponsibly. He took Masaki’s lower lip between his teeth and bit it as much as to make the other realize what he was doing. Masaki, as if he had just woken up from his dream, gasped and lowered his gaze completely lost.

He tried to let the other but Sho didn’t give him the chance to; on the contrary, he made Masaki look at him. “But you are a pretty boy… I’m only telling the truth…” he grabbed Masaki’s chin making him look straight in his eyes. “You are my pretty boy…”

Masaki looked at those beautiful eyes that seemed to have a relaxing effect on him. He felt his anxiety and embarrassment being subsided but he had no chance to reply because the other had already locked his lips on his in a sweet yet demanding kiss. This time with no hesitation he returned it the best way he could, wanting the other to know that he was his… no matter what. His hands found the soft hair and caressed it as he tilted his head to give Sho more access. He felt a hot tongue teasing his lips asking for permission. Without even thinking, he opened his mouth welcoming the other inside.

Several minutes must have passed because they were both out of breath when they finally broke the kiss. “You are addictive pretty boy you know that?!” Sho cupped Masaki’s flushed face and pecked one more time his now bruised lips. “I wish I could make you mine…” his voice was still low… almost hoarse.

Masaki shook his head fast and smiled at him. “There’s no need for a wish… I’m already yours… Sho…”

Sho stroked his cheeks, smiling but Masaki could see that his eyes had turned a bit teary. “Don’t say such things that easily… Let’s go…”

The two of them started walking back towards the car. The sun was still up but the rays were gradually turning deep orange.

“I wish this day never ended…” Sho mumbled but Masaki said nothing in return. He leaned more to Sho’s arm trying to feel the other as much as possible. He made him feel not only secure but much more. For the first time in his life he could honestly say that he felt alive again.
……………………………………………..


“You did another stupid thing Sakurai…” Satoshi mumbled as he poured scotch in his glass, heading to the leather sofa that was in his office.

It was already dark outside but he enjoyed staying there. It was his shelter and the drink was his escape. For more than ten years now, that was his daily routine. Get the orders of all the rich assholes pass them through and then remain alone in the small office and get drunk.

There was a knock on his door. “Who the hell is it?” he growled annoyed.

“I… It’s me… Ohno-sama…” a trembling voice reached his ears.

Satoshi sighed. You again… “Come in…”

A small figured boy entered his office, avoiding his gaze.

“I think I told you not to come here! How many times do I have to repeat myself?” his voice, cold, sent shivers down the spine of the younger one.

“Ohno-sama… I… wanted to…” the young boy gulped “see you…”

Satoshi sighed, making a nod for the other to come closer to him. The boy, like a loyal puppy, sat next to him, almost burying himself on him, as if he desperately needed his touch.

“It’s too dangerous for you to walk around here all alone at this hour…” Satoshi’s voice strangely turned sweeter.

“I’m sorry…” the younger one mumbled under his breath.

“I hope you won’t disobey me again… I really don’t like to repeat myself!”

“Y…Yes, Ohno-sama. But… Tell me why don’t you come home Ohno-sama?” the younger one asked almost whispering.

Satoshi came to caress softly the other’s hair. “I have told you that I like spending my time here…” he whispered, before grabbing his glass sipping some of his scotch.

“You don’t…”

Satoshi raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t like it Ohno-sama… you just want to remember… about him…” the younger one said and bit his lower lip as he pointed at a small framed photo that there was on the small table in front of them.

Satoshi’s grip on his hair suddenly became harsher, making the other flinch surprised. “I have warned you… YOU have absolutely NOTHING to do with it UNDERSTOOD?!”

The other gulped audibly and nodded fast. “B…but I… I can make you forget… Ohno-sama… I can-” Satoshi placed his finger on the other’s mouth as a sign to hush.

“We have discussed it… you are a kid…”

The other pulled Satoshi’s finger aside, looking at him with almost pleading eyes. “I’m not! I am sixteen years old! I’m in love with you Ohno-sama!”

“You have misunderstood gratitude for love kid…” Satoshi said caressing his cheek. “I won’t touch you like that… I told you so…”

“But you touch the others…” the younger one protested stubbornly.

“They are different…” Satoshi said as he stood up.

“They are older…”

“No…” Satoshi drank all of his scotch in one go. “They are stupid…” he took a photo frame and placed it carefully back to his safe.

“But why are you so good with me?!”

“Because you remind me of someone I once knew…”

Satoshi took his phone in his hands and pressed the call button.

“Have Sakurai closely and make sure you inform me about every single detail. Got it?” his tone harsh. A smirk formed on his lips. “Good… I’ll call you later then”

He hung up and came closer to the other, putting his gabardine over his shoulders. “Let’s go home now…Yuri-chan…” his voice was once again sweet, having given up all the coldness.

“Yes… Ohno-sama…”
……………………………………….


“I didn’t expect to see you tonight Sakurai-san” Sho almost choked with his wine as he heard that certain voice right behind him.

What the hell are you doing here asshole? “Miyamoto-san… what a pleasant surprise?! Are you having dinner with you wife?” he said seductively, giving his most sparkling smile. It was a well known restaurant but it usually attracted celebrities; not politicians. Among everyone Miyamoto had to be the one, damn it?!

The older man sighed. “Unfortunately… But tell me please… Who might this young gentleman over here be?!” Miyamoto continued, nodding towards Masaki.

“He is…” Sho knew that if he said friend it would be a minus for him and it might even reach Ohno’s ears. Tell him he’s family?! That was also too risky. He was trying hard to find a proper answer when he heard Masaki’s voice.

“I’m a trainee… Sakurai-san is teaching me how I am supposed to behave, sir…” Masaki replied out of the blue, leaving Sho speechless.

Miyamoto’s eyes sparkled dangerously, as his tongue came to lick his lips. “Really?! Oh my… I’m sure you’ll be as successful as Sakurai-san. When you are this cute and you have such a teacher…” his hand came to hold Masaki’s shoulder, making Sho’s eyes bulge. “… then the success is guaranteed!”

Miyamoto tried to caress Masaki’s cheek when Sho’s hand came to forbid it abruptly. “I’m sorry for that Miyamoto-san but you know how strict Ohno-san is with his…” he lowered his voice embarrassed. “...property… I hope you have a pleasant night and I can’t wait for next Sunday… Rest assured of that…” he winked hoping that the other wouldn’t get offended by his bold reaction.

The minister was looking intensively before bursting into laughs. “You’re right! I really admire your professionalism Sakurai-san! That’s why you’re my favorite among all Ohno’s boys… I wouldn’t like to mess up with him and lose such a passionate lover like you…” his hand discreetly traveled from Sho’s cheek to the base of his neck. “I can’t wait…” he turned his head to Masaki who was looking at the whole scene dumbfounded. “You should listen to him my dear boy… learn his tricks…” he leaned closer and whispered in his ear “... especially when it comes to bed… he knows how to use every part of his body and make you frustrated… insatiable… pay attention and who knows I might get to choose you when you start!”

He straightened up and turned his head towards his wife who was looking at their table. “I should be going… that idiot keeps looking over here… See you in a week Sakurai-san…”
***

“Why did you have to say you’re a trainee? Are you an idiot?” Sho’s voice was emitting anger and sadness combined. “You don’t want to get around this kind of people… the lowest of the lowest…”

“I know what this kind of people really is… I have one in my house… controlling me! I just did it because I knew it could damage your image!” Masaki burst his words in a louder tone that he had originally planned but was irritated. Irritated by the way this old fat, disgusting man was looking at Sho… how he touched him.

“I hated when he touched you…” Sho mumbled never breaking his eye contact with Masaki.

“I hated too!” Masaki said, trying desperately to control the tears that were threatening to come to his eyes’ surface. “You let him… you let him do it… when… when you’re with me…”

“I… Pretty boy… it’s my job…”

“Y… yes… but… you didn’t have an appointment with him tonight…”

“Pre-” Sho sighed as he placed his hand on top of Masaki’s. “Masaki… it’s not that simple. This man is one of the best clients. You don’t have a choice when he pays 6.000 dollars per meeting…”

Masaki’s eyes bulged. “That… that much?!” he grabbed his glass of water gulping the liquid fast.

“Yes… he is… well… special… listen… this kind of job it’s neither like every other morning job to be like ‘I wake up in the morning, put on my suit, go to my office and then late in the afternoon, I go back home after having been drinking with my co-workers’ nor like a mere hooker’s job to fuck or get fucked and be over with it. My job is way more complicated and there are different aspects that you should really take care of.

I won’t analyze them now and I won’t expect you to understand what I mean but let’s say that I have to keep my ‘gigolo’ attitude whenever I’m outside and close to them, like portraying a permanent character, especially when you face someone like Miyamoto. These men worship you. They have the power to bring you to the top but they also have the power to destroy you utterly. That’s why I play my role well pretty boy and I have everyone on my knees… even if it seemed to you like the exact opposite…”

Masaki had lowered his head, looking down at his plate. Everything that Sho had just said was completely understandable and even if he hated to admit it, expected. But still… he couldn’t suppress the feeling of jealousy he had felt when he saw Miyamoto touching Sho like that.

“I understand… but still… I hated it…” he mumbled, feeling his face turning into a deeper shade of red.

“Pretty boy if only you knew how cute you look at the moment… all red and embarrassed. But… I also hated when he touched you. I wanted to stand up and rip his balls for daring touching my pretty boy…”

Masaki gasped at the hearing of the last words and turned his gaze bewildered back to Sho. “Don’t look at me like that pretty boy… I already told you… You make me wonder why the hell you make my heart pound as if I was a teenager… I’m scared… I can’t lie… but I’m also excited…”

“I also feel like that... I don’t know why… but it feels so strange yet so natural being with you… I… think… I…”

Sho hushed Masaki with his finger, his eyes suddenly focused somewhere behind Masaki. “Don’t say things like that… I’ll… I’ll be right back…”

Masaki saw him heading to the toilets confused. Why did your face turn so pale and why you never let me tell you that I already like you Sho? Why?
***

Sho slammed the toilet door behind him, his eyes searching the place until he found the one he was looking for.

“Tell me what the hell are you doing here?” Sho growled as his eyes narrowed.

“Isn’t obvious? I pee…” the other man said laughing out loud, obviously having found funny what he had just said.

“I know you’ve been following since the beach…”

“Perhaps when Ohno calls you stupid you truly are! I’ve been following you all day long… since your manga scene at the university…” the other said in the same arrogant way.

“Be careful… you’re being cocky…” Sho said in a warning tone. “You are NOT Ohno Satoshi and you are not one of his bitches as well. I don’t have it difficult to beat you up…”

The other man zipped his trousers and went to the washbasins, looking at Sho who was already clenching his fists through the mirror. “And now I’m scared…” he said mockingly.

Once finished, he walked closer to Sho stopping right at his side. “You know… it’s Ohno that made me follow you. Obviously you raised your beautiful voice and not in the way a client would make you to… he knew that something was going on… you know how much he hates when his puppies bark… and from what I saw the reason for your barking is quite beautiful. I bet you had the time of your life being able to fuck someone like him at the back seat of your car when you’re only at the receiving end for so many years. Did he scream that loud that made you feel as if you were superior? If so, I must taste him as well” he licked his lips provocatively.

Sho thought he would explode. He grabbed the other’s collar and smashed him on the wall. “Shut the fuck up you asshole! This was my damn free day and I had the right to pass it with whoever I wanted. Now if I fucked him or not it’s none of your business. Got me?”

The other man though looked totally uninfected by Sho’s grip on him, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Be careful… I can always report to Ohno and you don’t want that… But I haven’t done so yet… if you know what I mean…” he smirking.

Sho was looking at him still trying to believe that the other one was telling the truth. “You mean you haven’t mentioned that you saw us together?!” he asked reluctantly, raising his eyebrow.

“No… but that depends…”

“On what?” Sho asked coldly, even though he already knew the answer.

“On how much…” Sho narrowed his eyes but said nothing back. He knew that this wasn’t about him but about Masaki and he hated how irresponsible he had acted that day.

“1.000”

The other burst into laughs. “That’s how much you cost your beloved pretty boy? Wow… that’s cheap!”

“2.000” Sho said looking piercingly through his eyes.

“I’m glad we understand each other…” the other man said and spread his hand. “Sorry… I only take cash…”

“Dick…” Sho muttered and placed the money he kept in his inside pocket on the other’s palm.

“I have a big one and I’m really proud of it…”

“Just promise me you’ll stay away from the boy. He has nothing to do with us… I promise I won’t see him again… Please… just stay away from him…”

“Whatever… I don’t give a shit even if you fucked him in Ohno’s office in front of all his bitches… I just follow orders and above all, I adore money…” he smirked, winking. He grabbed the doorknob. “Oh! One more thing… of course I would be cocky. I mean… Koki is my name… don’t you find it natural? See you around Sakurai Sho!”

Sho was left behind looking at the closing door. He turned to the washbasin to pour some water on his face, looking at his idol on the mirror. It’s your fault! Who do you think you are Sakurai Sho? A mere slave of this man… at least for one and a half year more… Why were you carried away so much? But Masaki… he brought his hand on his lips, remembering how they felt on his and could already feel tears fill his eyes. His fist landed on the marble with force. DAMN IT!
***

“Sho-san? Are you alright?” Masaki asked worried. “You were late…”

Sho didn’t look at him. “Have you finished?”

Masaki only nodded. His tone had nothing; sweet nor seductive. It was flat… cold. “Good. Let’s go… I have to take you back home”

Masaki stood up following Sho fast who didn’t seem to wait for him. The drive back home was silent but certainly in a different way from noon. This silence was awkward and disturbing. Masaki was throwing quick glances at Sho who was looking at the road frowning. Something was wrong; he was sure, even though he didn’t dare to ask anything. He will tell me… Have I done something wrong? What happened?

They were already out of Masaki’s house. “We’re here. You may get off” Sho said in the same tone.

Masaki leaned to kiss him but Sho turned his head the other way. “Get off the car pretty boy. The game is over…”

Masaki’s eyes bulged. “Game?!”

Sho looked at him before bursting into laughs. “Don’t tell me you actually thought that I fell for you my dear? I had my day free and I wanted it to pass with the cute teenager that has fallen for me head over heels! Simple as that… ”

“You mean you tricked me?” Masaki asked, almost whispering.

“Of course… pretty boy…”

“I don’t believe you! I saw it in your eyes! What happened?” Masaki gripped tightly Sho’s sleeves. “Don’t push me away please… Tell me!”

Sho removed the hands off of him and got out of the car. He opened Masaki’s door and pulled him out. “I had a great time. You may keep the clothes. Good bye!” he stormed in the car and pushed the throttle like never before, leaving a dumbfounded Masaki behind.

The latter felt his throat sore as tears started running down his cheeks. Sho what happened? Why won’t you tell me? He fell on his knees right there at the pavement. I need you…
………………………………………….


Sho saw Masaki’s figure through his mirror and clenched his hands on the steer. “DAMN IT! Damn my fucking life! Damn everything!” the tears were hot and felt like burning his face. He quickly picked up his phone.

“Yes?”

“Jun… it’s me…”

“Sho?! Are you ok? You sound like crying… Don’t scare me… What happened?”

“Can I come over please?”

“Of course…”

Sho hang up and looked at the picture of Masaki he had taken earlier today as he stopped at a red light. I’m sorry… pretty boy… I’m really sorry…



TO BE CONTINUED…




A.N. Soooo minna here's chapter 5! ^^ We had Sakuraiba date part 2! Masaki became more aware of his feelings and more relaxed while Sho shows some traces of uncertainty... He is tempted to give in but he's also scared.
The one behind the call was Ohno. There were some hints about him but we will learn more as the story progresses! The younger one is Chinen Yuri (Ohno's official fanboy lol) As you noticed Ohno's behavior towards him was different (BUT I won't make them lovers!)
And then we have the end... Sho did it for the other's protection; though Masaki didn't believe in his words!
Please don't kill me before you read the next one!!! Ok? *puppy eyes* I have a reason for 'pliting them up' in this one! You'll see what I mean! ;)

I hope you enjoyed it and as always your comments are <333!!!