Skewed Fairytale

Skewed Fairytale Part 2
A Lovemode Fanfic

February 13th, 5:23 PM

Morning shift officially ended at five o'clock. But it was not at all unusual for a Pageboy to be stuck up to an hour after shift completing a task give him by a guest. Katsuki exited through the employee entrance with a sigh of relief.

"Katsuki-san!"

He turned to find Marudo waving for him. "Ah, Marudo-san, I thought I'd run home and change."

"Oh, there's not time. Our appointment is at five-thirty." Marudo told him.

'Appointment?' Katsuki thought in shock. "Um, Marudo-san, the expense-" He stammered.

"No worries." Marudo took his arm and led him towards a waiting limousine. "It'll be my treat."

"I couldn't accept."

"Nonsense. All that money Tori pays for me sits around in the bank since he always pays for our outings, too. It's just a tuxedo, Katsuki-san."

The limousine door opened and Kiichi stepped out. "Good afternoon. Marudo-san. Katsuki-san." He greeted, grinning.

"Huh?" Katsuki froze. "What? What is he doing here?"

"Sensei heard we were going shopping, and offered to drive. Well, he offered Haruomi actually. So I thought we'd all go together."

Katsuki had the distinct feeling he was being set up, but couldn't figure out what for or how to get out of it.

"I'm looking forward to today, Katsuki-san." Kiichi grinned.

If Marudo hadn't been holding his arm, Katsuki was sure he'd have run away then and there.


February 13th, 5:42PM

Jinnai Kuniaki parked his car outside the tailor shop, pausing when he saw a limousine parked there as well. One he recognized the plate numbers of. 'Wonder what Kiichi's up to now.' He studied the limousine thoughtfully. 'Hn, this should be fun...'

He entered casually, and a man hurried to greet him. "Good afternoon. Ah, Jinnai-san. Pick up or adjustments?"

"Pick-up." Jin replied.

"I'll go fetch it then." He hurried to the back room.

"Oh, Katsuki-san! You should try this one on."

Jin's head snapped over to the left upon hearing his lover's name. Katsuki was surrounded by Kiichi, Marudo, and a salesman. He was still dressed in his pageboy uniform, and his hair was still back in the ponytail he wore to work in. Marudo, who'd been the one to speak, was holding up a white tuxedo in front of Katsuki, who was looking a little overwhelmed and flustered over the whole affair.

"White, Marudo-san? That seems rather...impractical." Kiichi opinioned.

"It's very fashionable, though." The salesman put in.

"But black is far more classy." Kiichi complained.

"Will you be wearing your hair up like this?" The salesman queried.

"Hn?" Katsuki had completely forgotten about his hair, obviously. "Oh, no, I usually wear it down."

"Truly? I always see you with it up." Marudo mentioned.

"He's always working around you." Kiichi pointed out.

"How does it look down?" Pushing the white tuxedo into Katsuki's hands, Marudo reached up to pull out Katsuki's hairband, letting his hair fall into it's natural style. "Oo-la-la, Katsuki-san."

"Oh." The salesman seemed inspired suddenly. "We have the most marvelous tuxedo fresh from the runway. Ian Sanders modeled it."

Jin felt his eye twitch. He had no idea what was going on, but there was no way he was going to stand there and let Marudo and Kiichi dress Katsuki in anything modeled by Rin's moronic client. Ignoring the salesman who'd emerged with his own order, he crossed the floor casually to come alongside the group. "What's this? Is it buy the poor a tuxedo day?"

Katsuki turned startled eyes on him, but Marudo and Kiichi seemed unsurprised by his appearance. He definitely smelled a plot, but with Kiichi involved, that was a given.

"Jinnai? What a surprise!" It was obvious the other host was anything but surprised. "Did you have an appointment?"

"Just a pick-up." Jin replied. To his amusement Katsuki was trying to hand off the tuxedo he'd been handed, but Marudo and Kiichi kept pushing it back at him.

"Oh, do you have some spare time, then?" Kiichi glanced over with a grin. "Maybe you could give us a hand. Marudo and I can't seem to agree on anything."

"And what is this all about?"

"I gave Katsuki-san a ticket to the theatre." Marudo supplied. "Tori won't be back in time. And wouldn't it be a shame to waste? But he doesn't have anything appropriate to wear."

Katsuki's face was flushed red at this point. His eyes locked at some point on the floor. He looked like a kid who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Which wasn't far from the truth. He shouldn't have been accepting presents from the other hosts, and he knew it. "And who's paying for this?"

"Tsk." Marudo squinted at him "Don't you go being a stickler for rules now of all times. I'm not a guest. I can tip the staff as I see fit."

"Tickets and a tuxedo? That's one hell of a tip."

"Well, Katsuki-san is my favorite pageboy." Marudo replied. "If you're going to be a sour puss, you can go about your business, Jinnai."

Jin ignored him. "Why so silent, Katsuki? I'm starting to think they've taped your mouth shut."

"Urk." Katsuki looked up. "No, I'm fine! I just-"

"You're going to get overrun if you just stand there. Are you honestly letting Marudo and Kiichi dress you?"

"They were just suggesting-"

"Marudo has no taste, don't you know that?"

"Just talk about a guy like he's not here, why don't you?" Marudo huffed from the side.

"Marudo always looks nice." Katsuki protested on the other hosts behalf.

"That's because Tori buys his clothes for him." Jin took the white tuxedo out of his hands, giving it a cursory glance. "This being evidence of why he does." He tossed it over his shoulder.

"Eep!" The salesman ran forward to grab it up.

"I'd like to see you do better." Marudo challenged...a bit late, as Jin was already glancing through the racks.

"There's a subtext here, you know." Kiichi whispered to Marudo.

Marudo nodded. "Mm-hm. He wants Katsuki dressed to his taste."

"Here, try these on." Jin pushed two tuxedos into Katsuki's chest.

"But-" Katsuki began to protest.

"What? You need help dressing?" Jin smirked when a new blush colored Katsuki's face. He turned to storm off to the dressing room, but Jin caught the back of his collar. "And, Katsuki, come out in them. We have to see the fit to make an appropriate decision."

"Grr..." Katsuki didn't reply, but stomped into the dressing area, shutting and locking the door loudly.

"You're ruining our fun, Jin-san." Marudo came up to stand beside him. "I was beginning to feel a bit like I was dressing Cinderella for the ball, and now you've completely taken over."

"You two are hardly fairy godmothers. You're more like the wicked stepsisters."

"A mean spirited, but not inappropriate comparison. Still, when you fall for the Big Bad Wolf instead of Prince Charming, the fairytale is bound to get a little skewed."

Jin chuckled, but before he could respond, Katsuki emerged in one of the tuxedos. The color was good, but the fit was baggy, hiding the attractive slimness of his figure. Jin shook his head. "The fit is terrible. The next one."

Katsuki frowned at him, his eyes threatening rebellion. Jin watched him, glancing at the hard line of his mouth. He knew how to soften his rebellion to obedience. One kiss was all it ever took. 'One word of protest...' He thought, waiting.

Katsuki seemed to read his mind, though, and he whirled away - returning to the dressing area.

"So obedient, and I heard he was quite the wild one when he first came. Breaking and entering and everything." Marudo mentioned.

"Jin put him through intensive training." Kiichi volunteered.

"Training your own companion. How very...Pygmalion."

"Boy's rarely this obedient." Jin spoke thoughtfully. "He must truly want to go to this play of yours."

"Chai says Katsuki loves going to the theatre. Though he usually gets his tickets from Seiichi. Seiichi isn't the only one who gets such things as gifts from clients. Why did you never take him, Jin?"

"With tickets bought for me by a client?" Jin gave him a pointed look.

"If that's 'dirty' then buy your own." Marudo took ahold of his arm. "Treat him as only a sexual object and sooner or later, Wolf, some nasty Prince Charming will steal him away. Tori bought out the whole box, you know. Shall I have Sensei fill those seats with charming men from the university?"

Before Jin could reply, Katsuki emerged in the second tuxedo. Jin paused, studying him from head to toe, a smirk curling his mouth. He slipped his arm out of Marudo's hold, and strode forward to study Katsuki closer. "Ideal." He murmured. Katsuki flushed no doubt remembering the first time he'd used the word to describe him - exactly as Jin had intended he would.

"A coat?" The salesman suggest to Jin, obviously having noted who it was necessary to please to make the sale. "Or a cape, perhaps?"

"A cape." Jin responded without pause.

"Jinnai-san?" The salesman holding his own suit approached.

"Put it on the bill with this attire." Jin nodded at Katsuki.

Katsuki's eyes widened, glancing at Marudo briefly. "But I thought-"

"I'm paying." Jin cut him off. The salesman returned, placing a double caplet over Katsuki's shoulders. Jin studied him for a moment before nodding. "That as well."

"Of course, sir."

"He'll be wearing it out." Jin returned to the rack, studying the tuxedos again.

Katsuki followed him "Um...wearing it out? But the play doesn't start until eight."

"We're going to dinner."

"Why?" Katsuki asked him, eyes wide in surprise.

"Because it's dinnertime." Jin responded as if that explained everything.

"Huh?" Katsuki paused, then scowled, following him around the racks. "Hey, wait a minute! What kind of explanation is that?? Because it's dinnertime?!"

'Finally!' Jin thought, turning to grab his collar and pull him into a brief, but heated kiss. "Be good, Katsuki." He instructed, picking out a tuxedo and heading for the dressing room himself. He paused by Marudo, holding out his hand.

Marudo chuckled as he placed an envelope in it. "Enjoy your evening, Jin-san." He turned to Katsuki - eyes dancing. "And you as well, Katsuki-san."

"Hm? Do we have to go now?" Kiichi protested.

"Come along, Sensei." Marudo took his arm. "Why don't you and Haruomi have dinner with me tonight?"


February 13th, 6:17PM

'You can fail to recognize your own fantasy, until you're served it...wasn't that what Marudo said?' Katsuki thought as he sat down at the table of the restaurant Jin had taken him to. It was easily twice as extravagant as any previous lover had dined with him at. 'Is this a fantasy of Jin's? Or did he feel pressured because I had accepted Marudo's ticket?'

"You're awful quiet." Jin mentioned.

"I...I don't know this place." He dodged the subject.

"Only a select few do." Jin responded. "But it's one of the best in Tokyo."

"Why are we here?" Katsuki asked.

"I thought we'd already been over that. It's dinnertime, remember?"

"That explains why we're eating. Not why here. And not why together."

Jin was silent for a moment, studying the menu. Feeling exasperated, Katsuki opened his as well. "So...you'll accept tickets to the symphony from Seiichi, and tickets to the theatre from Marudo, but protest dinner with me?"

"It's not..I never...that's not it." Katsuki stumbled over his response. "I don't want to do things if...I want to please you." It was the only way he could think of to phrase it.

Jin leaned his hand on his fist, studying Katsuki across the table. "Well, then." He took the menu from Katsuki's hands. "I'll be ordering for us."

"Hn?" Katsuki blinked, then frowned. 'What the-how is that an answer??'


The appetizers were oysters. Steamed and served in shell with a sauce. To be honest, Katsuki wasn't even certain how to eat one. Jin picked up the shell, sipping from it like a glass. Katsuki followed suit slowly, feeling slightly unnerved when Jin paused to watch him. "Historically, shellfish were regarded as an aphrodisiac."

Katsuki nearly choked on the appetizer. "Is that so?"

"It is." His lips surrounded the shell, sucking the meat off of it slowly.

"But it really isn't." He closed his eyes as he imitated how Jin ate the appetizer. He opened them to find his lover's gaze on him, somehow both heated and smug.

"Are you certain? No affect at all?"

The only thing affecting him was Jin's unwavering gaze. "People eat shellfish all the time. It really must be just an urban legend."

"Hmm." Jin took a second one, sipping at it. "Pufferfish is next."

Katsuki was sensing a theme. "Isn't that also said to be an aphrodisiac?"

"It's also poisonous, if not prepared correctly."

"I remember that. And isn't it something like, if he poisons a guest, the chef has to take his own life? Not that that seems helpful in any way."

"Honor." Jin sneered. "To preserve the honor of the restaurant."

"So it's technically for his boss, not the guest that he kills himself."

"I suppose." Jin finished the second oyster, and sipped from his wine. "But it's the thrill of taunting death that's supposed to make the pufferfish an aphrodisiac."

"Is tonight's entire menu aphrodisiacs?" He asked. Jin's smirk was answer enough. He reached for a second oyster, but Jin snatched it up first. He frowned up at his lover, and found the shellfish held out - a challenge in the host's eyes. Leaning forward, he surrounded the shell with his lips, sucking the innards into his mouth slowly, his eyes sliding shut. The shell was pulled away, but a thumb brushed his lips - catching some of the sauce.

His eyes flew open and he felt his breath quicken as he watched Jin lick the sauce from his thumb. "No effect?" Jin challenged him.

Katsuki gave a toss of his head, meeting the other man's gaze determinedly. "None."

"Well, perhaps another course will prove more potent."


Pufferfish, truffles and roe, caviar. Katsuki couldn't remember a richer meal in his life. And with each and every dish, Jin would explain the qualities said to make the food an aphrodisiac, and the counry it came from. Katsuki committed them to memory, as he had during his "lessons" with the host. Jin would always ask him about the things he'd told him later. Forgetting always displeased his lover. Dessert was a simple bowl of fruit with different dips. Refreshing after the richness of the meal. But no more innocent than the oysters. Not with Jin's eyes watching every fruit he popped into his mouth, every flick of his tongue to catch a drip of sauce. He didn't think it was the food half as much as Jin's gaze that had his body coiled with need when the meal was over. If Jin had suggested skipping the theatre to return to his room at the B&B, Katsuki knew he'd have agreed. But, surprisingly enough, Jin never made the suggestion.


February 13th, 7:47PM

Had he truly taught him to be so sensual? Or had it been a natural talent, rusty from disuse? The way his lips had wrapped around the oyster shells. Eyes closed in invitation. The flick of his tongue against his fingers as he ate the fruit dessert. It was titillating. Downright arousing. In private, they'd only have lasted half the meal before he'd have given in to whim and ravished the boy. He knew he was dying for it. Saw it in every catch of his breath and flush of his cheeks. And they'd get there. They'd definitely get there.

Right now they were climbing the steps to enter the theatre, the double caplet he'd chosen for Katsuki flouncing a little between the stairs and the wind. He looked good in the tuxedo he'd chosen for him. And the thought brought back an old, nearly forgotten, memory...

"Sex in the snow." Akechi, the Court Jester. The Omega of all the Semes of the B&B under Aoe Shougo.

"You'd get frostbite!" The original No 2 Uke. What had been his name? Eight years since that night. It took him a moment to remember. Jiima.

"Not if the sex was hot enough. Snow melts, remember?"

"Then you'd be rolling around in slush. That's just gross." Jiima had taken a drink from a bottle of wine he held, passing it to Jin.

"You're just prissy." Akechi had replied.

"Your turn, Marudo." He'd ignored him.

"A blowjob on a building ledge." Marudo had volunteered.

Jin had choked on the wine, laughing. "You'd fall off."

"You partner would have to hold on tight." Marudo winked.

"Suicidal sex, nice." He'd passed him the wine. They'd snuck into the wine cellar. Well, actually, Akechi had given the guard a blowjob for the key. Shougo hadn't been around for a month, and they'd been feeling cocky.

"Beat me." Marudo had challenged.

"An entire night out in public titillating eachother, with no chance of privacy for hours." Jin told him.

"I don't get it." He'd complained.

"Think about what would happen when you finally did get somewhere private? You'd just rip into eachother like wild beasts."

The others had started laughing. "Isn't that just your usual method, Jin-san? You're a wolf." Marudo had said.

"No, no. There's merit to it!" Jiima had put in. "The wait would be savory. And if you got desperate enough, things could get wild."

"Leave it to King to not have a simple answer." Akechi had gotten ahold of the wine. "Okay, here's one. Naked or dressed to the nines?"

"Naked, come on." Jiima had said as if it was obvious.

"How are you a higher number than me?" Marudo had complained. "Taking it off is so much sexier."

"I'm with him. Naked and ready." Akechi had shrugged.

"Dressed exactly to your specifications." Jin had offered. The group had paused.

"Damn, I think you're onto something there, King." Akechi had admitted.

"No arguments." Marudo had taken the wine bottle off the seme.

"You don't count, Marudo. You have no fashion sense." Jiima had stated.

"What?" Marudo glowered.

"Seriously? Those professional dressers? Shougo hired them for hosts like you."

"That is such a lie!" Marudo protested. The group had been laughing, and Jin had been opening a new wine bottle, when the lights turned on.

"Well, well. Don't things seem quite merry down here?"

At the first word the group was on their feet, a little unsteady but there. Lined up in a mostly straight line, as if the show of respect could somehow make up for the empty wine bottles littering the floor. Marudo had hid the bottle he held behind his back. Jin hadn't bothered trying. He knew it to be a futile effort.

Shougo studied the group as he came down the stairs. Paced the line silently. A corrupt emperor choosing the fate of errant members of his court. He reached down to pick up one of the empty bottles, going to Akechi. "The keys." The command was obeyed without hesitation. "I'm afraid I've had to fire your little friend."

The return smirk had been cold. "He wasn't much fun anyhow. Not enough noise to even get a good hard up."

Shougo chuckled, then threw the wine bottle against the wall. The sound of it shattering was loud in the room. They all had winced. "I don't pay you to pleasure security guards! I don't pay you to come down here and get drunk! Why don't we see how a month without pay suits you?"

"Aoe-sama." They'd bowed. Marudo had stumbled.

Shougo's scowl had darkened. "Marudo!"

"Aoe-sama!" He'd bowed deeper, not losing his balance this time.

"You have a guest. Do you intend to service him drunk!"

"T-There's thirteen hours before-"

Aoe grabbed the bottle from his hands. It followed the path of the first. Still half-full, liquid splattered - dripping down the wall to pool on the floor. Marudo winced away. "I suppose Shinzoo will have to take your place now."

"?! But Shinzoo is No. 7!" Marudo protested.

"We'll see what his standing is after tonight, won't we? He may be moving up. You'd best try harder, Marudo. You don't want to fall. That would indicate failure, and you know I have no patience for failure."

"I know it well, Aoe-sama." Marudo's eyes had been glued to the floor.

"Kashima." Aoe turned to his ever present second.

"Aoe-sama." The man bowed.

"Make note of the transfer of Marudo's client to Shinzoo. And that these four's wages are to be withheld."

"Yes, Aoe-sama."

"Back to your rooms, all of you. Sober up."

They'd bowed, wordless, heading for the door.

"Jinnai."

He'd paused, waiting. The others had gone ahead, leaving him alone with Shougo and Kashima.

"I expect better of you than to be involved in such a pathetic display of rebellion."

"I apologize, Aoe-sama. It was a lapse in judgement."

"Hn." Shougo had approached him. "A lover dressed to your specifications? Do you really dream of such?"

He'd stiffened at the taunt. "A jest."

Shougo had chuckled. "Was it? Don't bother with such wasteful speculations, Jinnai. The only dreams you have are the ones I select you to fulfill for a client. Forget the others. It's too late for them."

"As per your will, Aoe-sama. I am yours to command. I take my leave of you." He'd climbed the stairs, only to find Marudo was waiting for him. "If Aoe catches you eavesdropping, you'll pay." He warned him.

"These bodies may belong to him, but he can't stop us dreaming if we don't let him."

"Do you remember your dreams before this place, Marudo? Truly?" He'd challenged. Marudo had stayed silent and he'd begun to walk away.

"Jin-san." The way he'd said his name stopped him. "As your friend, I'll remember your dreams for you. Even once I've forgotten my own." He'd glanced back at him, and Marudo had offered him a smile. "I promise."


They were led to their seats. As the door closed behind the steward, Jin pulled Katsuki to him, kissing him hungrily. He didn't even hesitate to respond, arms wrapping accommodatingly around his neck - leaning up to mold his body more easily to his. He let it continue for a moment, his hands sliding downward to squeeze Katsuki's butt. The young man moved eagerly against him. Willing, if not downright wanton. It took all his control to push the pliant body away. "Behave, Katsuki." He murmured.

"ME?" The young man gaped at him. "You started it."

"A promise for later." Jin smirked, reaching out to trace his jawline with his thumb. "Savor the wait. It'll be worth it."

Katsuki's eyes regarded him warily as he took several breaths to calm himself. "You're impossible tonight." He told him, and took his seat.

Jin chuckled as he sat down next to him. He took his hand in his, bringing up his palm to nibble on. "This night has only just begun."


To Be Continued...

Almost over, actually. But I wanted to make you guys wait. I know, I'm evil. ^-^ So, what do you think of Jin and Katsuki's date so far?

Aw, and wasn't the flashback cute, scary, and sweet? If it's possible to be all those things. LOL Marudo got into my "I love this OC book" with his promise to Jin to remember his dreams even once he'd forgotten his own. Damn, my Lovemode OCs just like to take on a life of their own...

Salmon