Executive

Heh, heh, sorry it took so long to update this story... the site started to change and I got all cofused with the discalimer warning, and for some reason I stopped rembering to post. Meh, I'm still working on 'Model and the Bass' and 'Stereotypes', sp those should be up sooner or later. One of them will probably be up in a week or so if things don't go really wrong in school...

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Chapter 7: Bad Day

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Hiei was getting ready for work as the redhead sat up in the bed stretching out sore muscles.

“Yes, I have to work tonight,” he smiled sadly, knowing who was going to be at work to discuss their ‘deal’ as he had appeared every Friday night for the past month.

“Kurama? Are you okay?” Hiei lifted the redhead’s somber face so their eyes met, “You don’t look so well. Actually you haven’t been looking forward to Fridays lately.”

“Yes, they’ve become very hectic with more people asking for private sessions.”

“Hn,” Hiei seemed to growl, which earned him a redhead attached to him.

“Don’t be jealous, you know you’re the only one for me. I love you so much, Hiei.”

“Hn, child,” he smirked, mussing the bright hair.

“Hey, stop that, it’s hard enough getting it straight without you trying to tangle it even more,” he tried running his fingers through the mass only to end up tangled and stuck.

“Hm,” he smiled softly, kissing the teen on the lips softly before bidding farewell and going off to work.

Kurama cleaned up and went to make breakfast and ate in the living room, ‘Hiei must have had trouble sleeping again last night,’ he turned on the television to find the cartoon channel on.

It was going to be a long day followed by a horrible night as it had been for the past month. Karasu was becoming more and more dominant with him and Yomi was paying enough to get at least three whores to fuck just for a simple dance from Kurama but was starting to push for… more…

After a month of staying with Hiei, Kurama could honestly say that he could not be happier. Hiei’s strength was amazing. Not just his physical strength, but emotional strength as well as strong personality were what had attracted Kurama the most. Well, the body didn’t hurt.

“Kurama, you’re late,” was all Karasu said as the redhead rushed to the back to change. There had been a few too many drunken people at the bar so he had to stay a little longer to try and help out.

Ignoring the odd comment, Kurama went straight to his own room to change into the outfit for the night; J-pop. The odd, short wedding dress with a black mesh over shirt, bright green tights with pink fishnets over them as well as thick, black knit leg warmers and white heels, black lace adorned his arms, a matching choker and a white veil adorned his hair along many different colored ribbons.

“Very nice,” a large hand passed over the hair and down his neck and shoulder.

“Good evening, Yomi,” he answered dryly. He knew it was coming, but not so early in the evening.

“Come, we have lots to discus, my pop princess.”

“Yes, sir,” Kurama scowled, and followed the taller man into one of the private rooms.

“Why haven’t you gotten anywhere with Hiei, yet?”

“I told you, he’s straight.”

“Do not believe me stupid, little one,” his long fingers caressed Kurama as much as possible.

“I don’t believe you to be anything of the sort.”

“Then why lie? I’ve kept an eye on you, Kurama, I know that you and Hiei are sleeping together.”

“Unfortunately that’s all that we ever do,” he mumbled under his breath.

“He hasn’t…?” he looked up, very surprised at the sensual redhead. He was absolutely gorgeous, how could the foolish but annoying business man not have tried to fuck him yet? Well, Hiei’s loss… Yomi brushed the ribbon hair over Kurama's shoulder, pulling him closer.

Pulling back, Kurama pushed as far as possible from Yomi’s seeking mouth. When he was refused, he pulled out three hundreds and shoved them in Kurama's chest, “Give me what I want.”

Cringing, Kurama reluctantly met the larger man’s hungry lips, slowly getting on his knees between Yomi’s legs. Caressing the member that was already hardening between the strong thighs. Focusing on the member, Kurama pretended that it was his first time with Hiei, but still felt the need to finish this off as fast as possible.

“Kurama,” Yomi growled, pushing and pulling at the bright hair, almost choking the poor redhead on his engorged member. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back and enjoyed the pleasure of the beautiful young boy’s talented mouth.

Gagging, Kurama managed to keep from throwing up as the taller man buried his seed deep in his throat. The bitter semen was warm, and unappealing. “Are you happy?” he actually growled, standing up.

“Much better,” Yomi sighed, tucking himself back into his pants before standing. “I'll see you next week.”

“Actually I’ll be in Japan, playing Hiei’s translator.”

“Do not forget our deal. Even if you are in another country does not mean that you are free from the contract.”

“Yes, I know…”

“You had better get further with Hiei, or else you’re going to have to go back home,” Yomi threatened.

“I will see what I can do.”

“You know very well what you are capable of doing. Make sure that Hiei knows that as well.”

*****

“Kurama?” a groggy voice greeted him as he opened the door into the bedroom where Hiei was sprawled out on the bed.

“Go back to sleep Hiei.”

“Hn,” he slowly sat up, letting the silken sheets fall to reveal that he wore no shirt.

“Mm,” Kurama eyed the smooth chest hungrily.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed,” he took off his shirt, and stripped to his boxers. He had brushed his teeth three times after his meeting with Yomi, but he still felt a little gross. Sliding into the bed, he kissed Hiei deeply before settling on his muscled chest.

He couldn’t sleep that night, still thinking about the deal that Yomi had made with Karasu. Kurama had to think of a way out of this. He couldn’t give up Hiei, but he couldn’t go back to his mother and step father.

Hiei looked so innocent in his sleep. Tracing the slightly parted lips of the child like business man, Kurama dreamed of a far away and peaceful time.

“Hiei,” Kurama choked out softly, nuzzling into the man’s chest, kissing his neck softly.

“Mm,” the slumbering man held the younger boy in his arms.

“I can’t,” Kurama sobbed, “I’m so sorry, but I can’t go back.”

*****

“Are you ready?” Hiei carried his bag to the doorway.

“Yes,” Kurama smiled, carrying his much larger bag as well as a carry on.

“What the hell are you going to do with all that shit?”

“Well, there are my clothes…”

“We’re only going to be gone for a week, not a month.”

Ignoring the statement, he continued, “My books, which I want to get a head start on reading before school begins, my shampoo and conditioners… Do you know how hard it is to take care of this kind of hair?” he explained when Hiei gave him an odd look, “anyway… there are also my brushes.”

“How many brushes do you need?”

“Three; the first one is to detangle, the comb to split it, and my round one for volume and curly bounce.”

“You’re a lot vainer than I first thought.”

“You asked. Besides, you love my hair, I have to take really great care of it.”

“Since when did I fall in love with your hair?”

“In your sleep.”

“What?”

“You always stroke my hair in your sleep.”

“I do?”

“Yes,” Kurama giggled softly, placing his bag next to Hiei’s, “It’s very comforting after working with greasy old men.”

“Hn,” Hiei reached up to pull at the silky side lock.

“Well, I don’t need comforting now, but who am I to turn down your touch?” Kurama smiled, holding Hiei’s hand to his cheek.

“We should get going,” he suddenly pulled his hand away and went to pick up both their bags.

‘He’s so strong,’ Kurama sighed, feeling like a love struck teenage girl, as he followed Hiei out to the cab that was waiting to drive them out to the airport.

*****

“This is so great,” Kurama sighed out, falling back on to one of the large beds. They had been traveling throughout all of Tokyo. He even got Hiei to hold hands every once in a while… when no one was around of course.

“Hn.”

“When’s the meeting?”

“In a couple days, so you should brush up on your Japanese before that.”

“Okay…”

“Flirting with the bellboy to make me jealous does not count.”

“Darn,” he pouted, but that soon turned into a smile, “While we’re alone… do you want to do anything?” his tongue ran over his teeth as he eyed the well built man hungrily.

“Not really. I’m going to take a shower, order dinner will you? Whatever you want is fine.”

“I…”

“No, I’m not on the menu, and don’t you dare try to join me in the bathroom.”

“Hmph,” Kurama pouted.

“Order, I’m hungry.”

“Yes, sir.”

*****

The rest of the trip felt rather short, the meetings were a little awkward for Kurama, who had never been to one before. He hadn’t even brought the proper outfit, so he and Hiei and gone shopping for a suit.

Hiei kissed the very surprised redhead when they had returned back to the hotel that night. That had been the first time Hiei had ever initiated a kiss, of course they had stopped off for a few drinks, where Hiei tried to show off again to the Japanese business men.

They were some of the best memories of his life… that was how Kurama thought of the whole week. They hadn’t had much time for sight seeing after the first few days, but they had enough fun with the little things, and Kurama enjoyed dragging Hiei to the karaoke bar one night. The best part, other than not having to work with Karasu and get paid for it had to be the time the two spent in bed every night, sharing the bed.

“Kurama,” the smooth, deep voice called to the slumbering redhead.

“Hm?”

“We’re home,” he pulled at the soft hand, “You can go back to sleep when we get inside.”

“Mm,” he smiled softly and climbed out of the cab rather slowly and uncharacteristically clumsily.

“Come,” Hiei grabbed the luggage from the trunk and helped Kurama up the stairs.

“So, tired,” Kurama sat on the couch and immediately passed out.

“Mr. Minamino,” Hiei moved to pick up the redhead after putting the bags away and carried his companion into the bedroom.

“Mm, Hiei,” the redhead pulled his employer into his arms as if he were a large stuffed animal.

“If only you weren’t just a child,” Hiei ran a finger over Kurama's smooth cheek before kissing it softly.

“Hiei,” the bright green eyes opened slowly.

“Hn.”

“I love you,” he reached a hand into the spiky hair and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“Kurama,” Hiei shook his head as he pulled away, “I think it would be best if I sleep on the couch, okay?”

“Why?”

“I… Not for another year, okay?” he hoped Kurama understood and would let go of his arm.

Kurama couldn’t help the smile that the comment caused on his face. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him. He finally nodded and released Hiei’s hand.

*****

Hiei woke up with a growl as he saw Kurama just an inch from his face, “What are you doing?”

“Did you know that you moan in your sleep…? More specifically, you moan out my name,” he smirked, a glint in his emerald eyes, “a lot.”

“And that gives you the right to sit on me?”

“God, Hiei,” he leaned into lick at the man’s ear softly, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this. You make me so hot.”

“Mm,” Hiei moaned out, but bit his lower lip to keep himself from grabbing the younger boy, “Kurama, stop.”

“Hmph.”

“I really need that squirt bottle filled with ice water.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“I am no such thing, and shouldn’t you be getting ready for school?”

“Oh, right! First day of college!” he jumped off the couch to get ready for his classes.

“Hn.”

“Thank you so much, Hiei!” Kurama jumped off the couch and started running around getting everything ready for the day.

*****

Another month passed and Kurama was stuck between being the happiest boy in the world and so over stressed with life that he was on the brink of suicide. At the condo, in Hiei’s arms, when he was allowed, it was pure heaven, he couldn’t be happier, but the second he left that condominium complex, he was in the hands of Karasu and Yomi. Karasu had been getting friskier with him jumping him every night that he worked, asking for blow jobs and quickies, but Yomi was worse, not only did he demand dances and blow jobs, he was getting very impatient with the whole Hiei situation.

“Kurama, why haven’t you brought me anything on Hiei?” Yomi hissed out as pulled at Kurama's long hair none too gently.

“He always stops me before we can get very far,” he cried out, trying to keep his hair attached to his head.

“Right.”

“He wants to wait, and I can’t rape him.”

“And why not?”

“Well, he can bench press three times my weight,” Kurama answered almost admirably.

“Then drug him.”

“I refuse. Send me home, I’m not going to drug Hiei!”

“You are not supposed to get close to him.”

“Well… I… I did…” he stared at his hands.

“You stupid bitch.”

“Ack!” he was thrown headfirst into the couch and his outfit for the night was torn off. “Stop, please stop!” He had been in this business for a long time, and even Karasu had stopped if he screamed. It was the first time that he had actually been scared.

“All you had to do was get some pictures,” Yomi started to pull off his belt and his pants were around his thighs as he held tightly to Kurama's waist. “I would have taken care of you for the rest of your life if you only listened. He’s just going to hurt you, but you went and did something beyond stupid.”

“Please…” he whimpered, hating the way he sounded so pathetic and weak.

“Kurama!”

“Hi-Hiei?” he could barely see through the tears filling his eyes.

“Get the fuck away from him,” Hiei snarled and sent a fist into Yomi’s face, knocking him into the wall.

“Hiei,” Kurama curled into a ball on the private room’s couch.

“Shh, come on,” he rummaged through Kurama's bag, which the redhead had left at his condo, and luckily found one of Kurama's green sweaters in it, “Here you go.”

“What is going on in here?” Karasu hissed as he looked over the setting, but already saw what was going on.

“Kurama is never coming back here again,” Hiei stated as he led Kurama to his car. Karasu was smart enough not to stop the fuming business man.

“Hiei,” Kurama sobbed into Hiei’s shoulder.

“Shh, don’t cry, okay? You’re too old for that,” he cringed, age probably wasn’t the best thing to bring up at the moment.

“But I’m not old enough for you.”

“Kurama, you know why we can’t…” he trailed off as he met the emerald pools. They were near where they had their ‘first date’.

“Hiei,” Kurama's thin fingers held the sides of Hiei’s face still as he leaned into plant soft kisses everywhere all over the child like cheeks before finally landing on the thin lips. “Can you please take me home?”

“Hn,” Hiei nodded, and the two drove off, Kurama fell asleep within minutes. The poor thing was exhausted both physically and mentally.

*****

“Kurama, I’ve brought you home.”

“What?” they weren’t in the parking garage for Hiei’s condo, he looked out the window to see a familiar house. “No.”

*****

~TBC~

Sorry about the short scene to Japan, but to be honest, I've never been there, and I've only had one year of Japanese, so I'm not going to pretend that I know everything about it, although I do dream of visiting one day, but I still don't know squat. I'll probably add in flash backs if I realize that I left something out, because I don't really remember writing this chapter anymore. I got a lot further into this story than I thought I would.

Oh well, anyway, please let me know what you guys think, and I hope you enjoyed reading! I'll probably update this after I've gotten a few other stories updated as well.