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WARNING: This story contains Shounen Ai / Yaoi !

~~ 1. Unknown Beauty ~~

~~ 18. May, Late Night ~~

The music hammered through the air, the people moved their bodies in a sensual rhythm, swung their hips from one side to another. A pair of five followed suit, kissed and danced close around each other, pressed their parts tightly together and enjoyed the funny sensation. The alcohol had kicked in by many people, the neon-colored lights flashed over their heads, the hot air let their bodies melt. The luxurious club was overcrowded by rich people in expensive clothes. The peoples around them looked, glanced, stared in amazement or disgust at them. It wasn't usual to see such a couple of five but everybody knew them – the fivesome – and whoever said something against it would have Atobe Keigo on its back. Nobody dared to gossip about them, even the smallest thing about the fivesome and Atobe would go mad.

The purple-haired male in the age of 23, one of the dancers, scanned the room. All his friends were here, also his lovers' friends as well. A red head, Kikumaru Eiji, and his boyfriend, Oishi Shuichirou, kissed passionately on the dance floor. Their faces were red due the alcohol and perhaps from showing their affection so openly. His friend Kabaji danced with a cute girl with short brown hair, the strange guy named Shinji Ibu talked to a guy with blond hair and blue eyes who tried to flirt with him. The blonde look familiar and sexy, the black leather pants and the tight white shirt with the few stripes of ripped out cloth smoothed his figure. The row of piercings in his right ear made him look dangerous and a little punky but it suited him well. His moves were seductive and the diva saw at the first sight how experienced the young man must be in this kind of way.

His view wandered further around and a very interesting sight held his attention. His usually collected friend, Oshitari Yuushi, kissed a beauty!

Keigo couldn't look away; the beauty danced wildly with his friend, swung his hips in the rhythm and pressed his back against Yuushi's front. The dark hair shone in different colors from the changing lights above them and he had also piercings. Three in a row at his left ear and one at his bottom lip in the right angle. It was mind-blowing. He had never seen such a beauty before.

"Kei, you should pay attention to your lovers…" One of his lovers said and bit down on his neck - hard. That would be a hickey later for sure. The light brown hair disappeared from his sight out of the corner of his eyes and sky blue eyes glanced at him. It was his lover Fuji Syusuke who had spoken.

"…and not to other people. That means punishment." Another hickey, on the exact opposite place of his neck, formed by his second possessive lover – Yukimura Seiichi. These two were the possessive and sadistic tensais. Suddenly the unnamed beauty shot his head in their direction and glowing golden eyes stared at Keigo. Their eyes met instantly.

"Caught by a beauty." The diva whispered, his four lovers stopped to dance just like he did and looked at him; his view was still on the dancing pair - the beauty and Yuushi. They followed his gaze and the diva swore to hear gasps from all of them.

"How did Yuushi manage that?" Yuushi nibbled at the beauty's neck while the young man still stared at Keigo, only then seemed to notice the other four. His view wandered over them all for a moment before a smirk appeared on his lips. The five were frozen onto the ground like idiots. The sight was unusual and... unbelievable...

The beauty smirked one last time in their direction before he led Yuushi out of the club.

"What the hell was that?" Keigo asked, his voice hushed due to the fascination and amazement he felt.

The blonde, who had tried to flirt with Shinji, smirked and his eyes followed the beauty's way out of the club.

He pulled the dark-haired man into the next hotel room, paid the bill beforehand and closed the door behind them while his partner tried to kiss him senseless – in vain. The kiss was too forceful, the tongue explored his mouth without a plan and the hands roamed over his body like his cat would do when it was angry.
To put it simple – his victim had no plan of how to seduce his lover.

Ryoma hated it, felt dirty and sick by doing his job, there was no other choice.
How could Kevin manage this every night?
Throwing his body to every person who wanted him?
Feeling the cold touch on his skin?

His one-night stand unbuttoned his dark green shirt and ripped him out of his thoughts. They needed to slow down or he would really end up the same as Kevin.
He was only a thief – not a male prostitute!

"Keep it slow; we have enough time." His voice was low and quiet, the mask of interest on his face as he kissed his victim's sweaty neck. His victim began to giggle by the sensation.

Bingo, his victim was a bit drunk; it would make things so much easier.

Yuushi bowed forward and kissed him again with no talent. Ryoma broke the kiss a few seconds later, not able to endure it any longer, and pushed his eagerly partner onto the bed. Time to stop this torture of failures! He whispered in his dark-haired partner's ear in a hushed voice.

"How about taking a little shower together, Yuushi?" The named male nodded and smirked – in a way that should look seductive but failed once again. The younger man suppressed the need to roll his eyes, instead guided his so called one-night stand to the small bathroom. Yuushi pulled his glasses from his nose, unbuttoned his shirt in a rush and undressed completely while the movements behind them were left unnoticed.

It was time!

Ryoma turned the shower on; moved his victim against the wall with his backside to the door and next to the shower.
The loud sound of water drowned the noises of another person coming into the bathroom.

"You're beautiful. What was your name again?" The stranger reached out for him, probably wanted to touch his chest but stopped him by knocking him out with a hit against his head. The limp body fell onto the wet floor; the shower got turned off and Ryoma walked out of the bathroom and greeted his partner and friend.

"Perfect timing but maybe you shouldn't knock him out so badly the next time, Kevin." The blonde kissed him, his tongue ran along the chin and into the mouth. The lustful gaze of his friend and the tight grip on his wrist told him the reason of Smith Kevin's behavior. His companion, whom he never had an actual relationship with beyond kissing and fooling around a bit, was once again jealous for no reason. The emerald-haired man wanted to tell him that he had no right to feel jealous as they weren't going out but he kept the words for later. They still had work to do and a jealous Kevin was better than an angry one.

"I don't care; we won't see him again anyway. Let's go, we need to find some more victims today. The guy hasn't much money nor any credit cards with him; it was a waste of time. If we don't find someone rich soon, we'll have another week without enough food!" Ryoma hated his job but it was the only way he could earn enough money without getting fucked up. It was as if he had different personalities. In the morning, he was the waiter in a small and old cafe, after midday he was the tennis coach for the pupils in junior high school, in the afternoon he was a waiter in a small bar and at night he was the thief who trapped his victims with his friend, Kevin.

He had more or less stopped attending school after Junior High and just like his school education so was his payment - low. Even with all his jobs and the money from Kevin's job as a host – like his friend called it - they had barely enough money. The life as a stray was hard, especially without any help. Ryoma wished he would have finished High School but it was useless to think about it now. It was the past and couldn't be changed anymore.

The two thieves left the hotel room and walked out of the building, straight to the next club to search for another victim – the later it got, the less money had the people in their wallets as they would drink more and more and pay for the drinks. These rich bastards! A glass of wine would cost his entire payment of two months hard work!

"Alright, you need to find some really rich guy in the next club." Kevin spoke, speeding up his steps. They really needed to hurry up.

"Why is it me? You have no problem with selling your body but I do! How can you even endure it? Do you know how disgusting it is to kiss someone who has no plan of kissing and sucks on your tongue like he wants to suck out every drop of saliva of you?" Ryoma hissed.

"You are a magnet for rich and powerful men. Now hurry and find someone!" The two scanned the dance floor of the next club, ignored the stares and glares from the other people. The morning would come soon and the sleep would be as short as ever. He was tired and exhausted, he needed a break but he couldn't take one. They hadn't enough money; the bit which they would earn today would be for the rent.

~~ 19. May, Past Midnight ~~

Tezuka Kunimitsu, the third lover of Atobe Keigo, got out of the big steaming bathroom with only his blue pyjama pants on and a white towel around his neck. The stoic brunette grinned slightly to himself when he caught his thoughts traveling to the emerald-haired male from earlier on the dance floor. The beauty didn't go out of his mind. The single stare he had received from the man had caught his attention. The eyes looked lost and something inside him stirred. The chuckle from the other side of the bedroom shoved him out of his day dream. Kunimitsu stepped to his diva-like lover who sat at the desk.

Keigo chuckled softly as he looked through the old memories. The heir of the Atobe Corporation and richest man in Japan viewed at the different pictures which Syusuke had taken. The smaller brunette loved it to take photos of them, mostly secretly. One picture showed two attractive but stoic males with only their swim suits on at a clean and sunny beach. The muscular bodies of Kunimitsu and Sanada Genichirou, the fourth and last lover of his, danced in the sunlight and heat. Another photo revealed a great party with hundreds of people behind a little group of five who showed the pure happiness while dancing.

The purple-haired male picked the last and his favorite photo out of the foil and enjoyed the view of it. All his four boyfriends – plus him – smiled or grinned into the camera, even the normally emotionless duo did. At the time they had been at the wedding of Syusuke's older sister, Fuji Yumiko. Most of the wedding was paid by him as a wedding present and Keigo was always happy to help out his lovers or their family.
The crème-colored and shiny saloon in the background, the tables filled with plenty of food and drinks and the noble and expensive dresses from the guests showed the luxuriance of it. The group of five wore different colored suits in black and white which caressed and underlined their bodies very well, with a red rose over their chests, and the golden rings on their left ring fingers which showed their true connection.

A pair of strong arms rested lightly on his shoulders as soft lips touched his left temple.
"Mitsu, what is it?" Before the stoic male could answer, one of his lovers from the bed replied.

"It's late. You should come to bed, we're waiting for you." Genichirou said as he slid inside the bed and under the dark purple blanket. Syusuke and Seiichi were already fast asleep. The firm hand on his shoulder pulled Keigo out of the chair, the photo slipping out of his hand and landing on the desk, and led him to the big double king-sized bed. The light switched out and they wished themselves sweet dreams.

They were finally home and exhausted and tired as hell. Ryoma felt his body craving sleep and food. He had already rings under his eyes and his body felt as heavy as a stone, every muscle ached. Kevin went straight to the bedroom – if somebody could call it one – and when his head hit the thin and ugly used pillow, he was deep asleep and snored loudly.

The 21 year old male walked tiredly to his secret place, pushed the small cupboard aside and pulled a little box out of a hole in the wall. In the box was his hidden stash of money together with a few newspaper snippets. A remembrance of the reason for his disaster, for his life being such an exhausting drama. The reason why he didn't trust and let anybody close to him, why he didn't believe in love anymore.

The people who trusted and loved someone other beyond themselves were lost in the cruel reality. Something like everlasting love, faithfulness, togetherness didn't exist. It was like it was right at the moment. If he wanted to have sex, he would find anybody outside and get it, he didn't need love for doing it. He would never fall in love or let anybody get too close. He hadn't even allowed Kevin to get close enough to hurt him in any way. Though, he needed to admit that he was dangerously close to relying on his friend.

It was good as it was right now. The boy put the little amount of money which he had stolen from his poor victims in the box and hid the little thing again. He had less than a handful of hours to get some sleep before his routine of work would call him awake. God, he was tired and starving. He would need to steal something eatable from the supermarket next door anew.

After living nearly five years like this, he was pretty good in being a thief and sometimes really proud for not getting caught. However, his life was nothing, useless.
He worked hard but where was his reward? He was sick of all the work and endless times of restless days and nights. He was underweight, too short for his age, and his hair needed to be cut as it was long enough to cover his ears and eyes but they hadn't any money for all this.

Kevin didn't have it any better. His friend and partner had at least found someone who paid him the fees for cutting his hair and feeding him sometimes but it was still a too small amount of money. The rent for this shitty hole, their so called apartment, was high but still the lowest in the area – and the area was the worst which existed in Tokyo.

Ryoma would never plead or beg for something. Never! Better starving than relying on someone! He was tired of his life, maybe he would search for another job to stop his thinking and remembering the good times with his brother. How he wished and yearned for him to be back. He wanted his old life with his parents and older brother back but he knew too well it would never happen.

He couldn't move back to them, not after such a long time. If they saw him, they would laugh and preach him for his stupid mistake – they wouldn't make it any better. He had chosen this kind of life and now he would need to bear with it.

"Being alone is the best. No one is going to hurt you, right Karupin?" The homeless cat meowed as he knelt down and petted the young cat's fur. It purred and the male cat snuggled his face against his left leg. "Why am I nagging about it so much? I'm alone; I can do what I want."

The cell phone, which he had stolen from his second victim, who had been sleeping all the time, rang. He looked at the display, seeing a familiar name flashing on it – Oshitari Yuushi.

He smirked, even giggled. How ironic. His two victims knew each other. He turned the cell phone off, sitting down on the ground. A few more hours and everything would start anew. His personal cycle of hell.

He was sick of it.

Ryoma needed something new, exciting to happen.

He wanted his life to change.