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Desire

Port Mafia, a nightclub where men and women gathered to have fun; a sleazy bar that was known for the excellent figures that worked there, talented people with delicate bodies that could easily delight the customers... Man or woman, it didn't matter, tastes in that place were not questioned by anyone.

Within the club, someone stood out for the ease with which he attracted prey who would cough up their money without complaining: Chuuya Nakahara, 25 years old; a young guy, with a body so beautiful that he was even envied by the women who were engaged in the same business as him.

The customers were only allowed to touch, occasionally a few little kisses that couldn't go up a level unless they dropped a big wad of bills on Chuuya's legs. The manager of the place always said that if it wasn't for that boy, that place would have died five years ago.

These people were also not allowed to court those who rendered their services, no matter the cost. Not falling in love was a major rule and therefore one of the strictest on the board. However, a certain client seemed to ignore the rules of the place.

"You can't fall in love with the guys who work here. What do you think would happen if the lady-in-waiting suddenly refused to let you hold her hand? It would be a fatal price for the club," explained a black-haired boy with round glasses.

"I don't care, the manager seems to be so confident in the ability of her employees. Besides, I can't hide this emotional conflict any longer."

"You just get ideas, Dazai. Leave that boy alone, you haven't mistaken his kindness for love, have you? I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case."

"Love... That's a very ambiguous term, Ango... Oh, here he comes."

The boy by the name of Dazai -Osamu Dazai-, was one of Chuuya's potential customers. Every weekend he would show up at the nightclub and offer big money rewards to do unimaginable things in the redhead's dressing room.

Osamu wagged his index finger indicating the boy a few meters away -who was wearing tight leather pants and a tailored T-shirt of the same color- to approach his table.

"Don't you get tired of sleeping with the same person every weekend?" Dazai's friend Ango asked while raising an eyebrow.

Dazai let out a laugh at his friend's direct question, shrugged his shoulders and tried to think of a quick answer.

"He pleases me well, it's normal for me to want to be with him."

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"Hasn't anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" questioned a brown man caressing in a tempting way the thighs of a young man who was in his arms.

The boy only emitted a hmph, maybe 'cause he didn't believe the words of the contrary; in that kind of jobs, the clients used to say false words in order to convince faster the associates to have a shag.

... but the man who was there was not joking. It had been a couple of months since he had met the boy named Chuuya Nakahara, something about him had caught his attention, so he didn't accept the service of anyone other than that redhead.

"Chuuya, don't you believe me?" he whispered, inhaling the sweet scent of the shorter one.

"Why would I believe ya? You're just another customer here, if I accept you to be in my dressing room it's because you cough up a considerable amount of money."

"Heh? You think I come here to waste my money?" he pretended to be offended.

"No, it's not that... but you can't go through life telling people like me that they are beautiful, that they make you happy and that mountain of cheesy words that are embarrassing."