A/N: Well, it has been a super long time since I have updated this… so I figured I’d go for it. Sorry about my slacking guys. What can I say? Life is a cruel bitch mother… lol… ahem. I hope you at least Half-way enjoy.

Chapter Four

-unbeta’d-

Noah rolled his eyes upward to glare at the beige tiles that made up the ceiling, a sharp, angry breath escaping his lips as he attempted to push his growing annoyance back down to his normal calm resolve. This day had gone from bad to worse, not that he wasn’t used to things spiraling downward he just hated when they did. It made his job more dangerous and time consuming and he was just to good at what he did to focus on any one thing for too long of a time. But when someone fucked him over, such as today, something had to be done about it and whether this rich bastard’s slave wanted to or not, he was going to help him get to the bottom of it.

Turning his cold eyes to the petite boy before him, he made a show of removing his jacket and hanging it calmly on a nearby rack, then calmly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. It was not in his nature to give in or cower in fear, particularly at the mere mention of a so-called ‘master’. Noah had a job to do and this kid was the means to do it. And he would learn that one thing Noah required was obedience so he could get this shit over with and kill the head bastard. And as far as obedience went, this slave was about to get a lesson in it.

“Master or no master,” he said in a soft yet menacing tone, “You will clean up and you will do it now and then, you and I are going to have a serious talk.”

“I will not get-”

Noah didn’t wait for the end of the sentence and instead moved quickly over to the boy and threaded his large hand in the slightly greasy strands. He ignored the boy’s scream as he jerked him up by it and dragged him struggling into the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain back he shoved him into the tub and wasted no time in dragging off the soiled clothing, ignoring the pale hands that fought to hold them in place. Once they were gone he reached one hand over and turned on the water and set the shower to spray.

“I am going to let you go now,” the assassin said softly, releasing the boys hair, “you wash. If you scream or refuse I will do it for you and have quite a few bruises to show it. Understand?” At the slight nod he received he moved back to sit on the covered toilet seat, watching as the youth moved for the soap. As an after thought he rose and retrieved a towel and washcloth, throwing the latter to the kid and holding the towel in his lap as he sat again.

He watched with half-interested eyes as the boy stood and began washing away the dirt and filth to reveal flawless skin and even more of the shapely body that Noah had noticed earlier. His black hair was a glossy black in the water contrasting sharply with the white foam of the shampoo as he lathered his hair. He didn’t seem to be too shy after all, Noah noted as the boy washed his private areas thoroughly, giving him a good view of both as he did so. When the kid was done he stopped the water flow and turned to face the assassin not bothering to cover himself as he waited for the towel that was immediately thrown to him.

Stepping out of the tub he began to dry himself in a way that some would say was quite provocative. Turning his back to Noah before bending down to dry his legs, giving the older man quite the erotic view of himself. It was not only because of this that had Noah lacking surprise when the on dropped on his knees before him. Noah had expected something like this, when the boy couldn’t get his way through a tantrum and realized he would be made to do what was demanded of him, the only other thing boys like this could turn to was the use of their bodies.

“I will treat you nice, you’ll see,” the Japanese boy purred, running his hands up Noah’s legs, pleased when his captor allowed him to push his legs open. “I’ll treat you nice and then you will let me go away, right?”

Noah stared into that pretty face, and actually considered using the boy for a moment. It had been awhile since he had fucked anyone, man or woman, it didn’t really matter to him one way or another. But he had been time constricted and unable to indulge in the pleasure. Here was walking sex rubbing smooth hands up his inner thighs in an attempt to get set free. As turned on by the idea as he was, Noah felt sorry for the kid and the life he had been forced into. It was one thing for a man to choose his own way and become something like this, but this kid had sex-trafficking written all over him. More likely than not he had been sold as a child and bred to be the slave he was.

“Get off your knees,” he muttered, “I’m not so easy a target.”

“But-” the boy started only to be pushed backwards as Noah stood and brushed past him. Slamming his fist upon the toilet lid he growled, “Fine! I didn’t want to touch your filthy American body anyway!”

“Get dressed,” Noah had to admit, he liked that the boy had spunk despite what he had been raised to do. It humored him and turned him on more than the groveling version any day.

“In what? I have no clothing, baka! You tore them!”

He had a point there. Digging in his unpacked suitcases, the assassin dug out a pair of jogging pants and a shirt, both his and both ridiculously bog for the small youth but necessary. “Put them on and hurry up about it.”

“Why don’t I just wear the sheet, yes? It is no doubt as big as these you have given me.”

“Just do it,” he packed the remainder of his items up while keeping a half-eye on the boy. When he finished he moved once more to the boy, gripping his throat loosely with a large hand he murmured, “When we leave this room there will be very many people, if you scream, speak or so much as make contact with someone else…” His hand tightened on the slender throat he felt. “I will kill you, right in front of them all. I will drop you. Do you understand?” Satisfied with the slight nod he received he moved to lift his bags on one shoulder and gripped the boy’s hand.

“I have no shoes.”

“And I have none to give you, so cover your feet with the end on the pants. I’ll get you some once we’ve moved. Remember what I said. I don’t play about shit like that, kid.”

“I have a name and it is not kid.” When the man just raised a brow at him, he muttered with a scornful pout, “Miyavi but I am called Miya.”

“I’ll stick with kid.”

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The ride in the cab, Noah found more than a little annoying. The youth sat beside him- if you could call all the shifting and turning the kid did sitting – but rarely kept silent or still. He spoke non-stop about the city, it’s beauty and lackings compared to Tokyo, where he grew up, and pointed out places he wished to go and things he wished to do. Noah couldn’t help but think of how well the boy took to being a prisoner. And when they finally stopped at a new hotel, the kid actually thanked the driver and strutted out of the cab before Noah like some queen thanking a peasant.

He growled as he reached the boy, having had to rush to get his bags. “You are going to cause me to hurt you.” At the blank look he received, he decided to do his threatening in their suite. Gripping Miya’s hand again, he dragged him in the direction of the main entrance, waving off the bell hops as they rushed for his bags. “Don’t speak to anyone,” he directed.

“What if they ask me a question?”

“Ignore them.”

“But what if they insist? What if they want to know why I am here?”

“Ignore them.”

“But what if I can’t?

Noah growled a second time, “Then tell them to mind their own business.”

“But that’s rude. I will tell them that we are lovers on vacation, hai, that would work, I think.”

Shaking his head, Noah turned his eyes up to the ceiling once more and counted to ten. Where the hell his control had gone in the last few hours, he had no idea. “Just keep your mouth shut and remember what I told you.”

“Hai, Hai, violence, death. You must not do this often, huh?”

“Are you trying to test me?”

“No, I am just trying to figure out why I am stuck here with you?”

Noah didn’t answer and instead spoke with the receptionist and retrieved his room key from her. Still holding tight to the youth’s hand, he dragged him into the lightly populated elevator. There was only one other couple within and both man and woman smiled at them as they entered.

Miya smiled back warmly before announcing cheerfully, “We are lovers on vacation.” Noah physically grimaced and yanked the boy closer to him, squeezing his hand hard in warning.

The couple smiled, “You make a handsome couple,” the young woman said with a smile before exiting the elevator at the beep.

“Maybe I should just kill you,” Noah muttered, “No doubt it would be easier to keep you quiet that way.”

“Well, I couldn’t ignore them. What was I supposed to say?”

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CAT: My package was a bust. The client needs to be dug out so I can dispose of him.

SNAKE: What have you done with the package. I hate to say it, but I think your seeker is right, my friend. If someone wanted this thing bad enough to kill so many for it…

CAT: My package had legs and is my key to finding the weasel. I want you to actively search out any recent, wealthy Japanese immigrants that may have made a home here.

SNAKE: Why Japanese?

CAT: I wasn’t kidding when I said my package has legs… and arms and eyes and a cock too if you’re interested. He is Japanese.

SNAKE: Ah, well what makes you think your target is from Japan also? Lot’s of men send overseas for slaves.

CAT: Call it a hunch. Either way, I intend to interrogate my package shortly and see if he knows anything of his ‘Master’.

SNAKE: Sex-trafficking can get pretty deep. You sure you don’t just want to let this one go?

CAT: We’ve been in deeper shit than this before. And anyway, I am sure. Just do it.

SNAKE: You got it. I’ll let you know what I found ASAP.

Noah watched his screen go blank before seeing his normal screen saver come up. Shutting his laptop down he turned to see a petite sex-kitten laying sexily across his bed. Unfortunately, he had pre-booked the room weeks before and had only required one bed at the time and so his large king sized was being shared with Miya at the moment.

Moving to sit at the edge of the bed, he ignored the ‘fuck me’ look the kid was giving him and instead asked, “Are you ready to tell me what you know?”

“About what?”

“About your ‘Master’.”

“What should I know about him? I am a slave sent here in a bag to service him.”

“I am sure you were told of him? You must have met him as he obviously knows you enough to kill for you.”

“I am a slave, I only open my mouth to suck someone’s cock,” He said it such a way that gave Noah the impression of bitterness. “I know lots of men and I am sure they remember me. But for me it has long stopped mattering whose cock it happens to be.”