Well, Technically, I Own You, So...

Jurou smiled widely as he locked the door behind him.

"So, Fukuda...." he began, letting his hair out of its usual short ponytail. "I told the other bodyguards to give us an hour alone..."

Fukuda bowed at the waist. "Yamaguchi-sama. What do you need to discuss with me?"

"Well, I was thinking..." Jurou removed his shirt, revealing the only tattoo he possessed; the one of the ten Oni on his back. "I'm bored of all the boys at my school, so you should sleep with me instead."

Fukuda laughed nervously, adjusting his tie. "I appreciate your humor, sir, but I am your bodyguard. Our relationship is professional for your safety." He glanced at his pinky, reminding himself that he was also ensuring his own safety. As much as he found Jurou Yamaguchi attractive, it was far too much trouble for him to ever act on it.

"Come on, you know you want this," Jurou replied as he began to pull his pants down.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," he said, backing away and averting his eyes. "Please put your clothes back on, boss."