gin Posted May 6, 2016 Author Share Posted May 6, 2016 Lee managed to listen at Irie's story heartily as he moved away from the power sucking couch and tried to make use of himself by dragging his body to the kitchen. He never interrupted Irie and just nodded at his statements, clearly amused and relieved that Irie was not in harm knowing the Yakuza always go over the top. His hands reach for a pack of popcorn as he failed to maneuver it to the microwave. With the instant clatter on his part, he apologized to his lover by the sudden commotion and continued to listen to Irie's story. It seemed all funny when Lee imagined a party on his head, it was all rowdy and noisy the usual Yakuza party he'd always seen in a serial Japanese tv drama. "That's quite good for you Irie." He said despite all the jealousy he felt that the rowdy Yakuza's had spend more time with Irie unlike him who's always going in and out of Irie's life. Lee wasn't even sure himself if he's suited to be the brunette's lover. First, he was not a person who's going to settle down on a certain place for a long time; second, he had hordes of people relying on him; third, he's a dense motherfckr completely opposite to someone like Irie who had dreamy tastes of a perfect relationship. Too much flaws in one description, Lee was in no point of redemption knowing that he'd arrived at such negative thoughts. He was completely bored at his wits end, horny and needing Irie to just appear in front of him and then make love with their hearts content. He was completely delusional, still, a man can always dream. "I'm an expert cook," he scoff as he spin his own lie judging the popcorn incident. "I could make you a five-star meal which you would forever crave." He'd be an expert sinner when it comes to pleasing Irie, Lee thought. Despite all the lip service, Lee knew he'd be willing to learn how to cook for Irie. Heck, he could even enroll himself to a cooking class. It must the spring of love, he thought. It was even too scary for the young CEO to be so smitten to someone aside from his material possessions. "Me? I had just the usual work from Japan, same old--same old," He answered vaguely, trying to keep Irie away from the drama that's going on in his life with his nosy parentals. Irie already had his hands full and Lee's not happy to oblige handing another handful of problems. It's better like that anyways, he could just solve it on his own. Not like his parents would dare lock him in his own room and prevent him from going back to Japan--back to his lovely Irie Tsukishima. "I'm not a boring conversationalist, am I?" He chuckled knowing that he didn't want to end the international call. "I just don't want to end the call," he resigned, trying to sound casual despite the embarrassment of being too honest. "Irie, let's do phone sex." He almost choked at his candidness glaring at his reflection for being too stupid and well--horny at the same time. Can't blame the man, he couldn't even had some proper love making going on despite having a new found lover. "Okay just forget that. Bye." He hang up with his left palm covering his face, clearly flustered by his own stupidity. Apparently, making international calls from Manhattan is not good at all, especially when you're too horny and liberated for that particular matter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted May 7, 2016 Share Posted May 7, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] The brunette relished every word that came through the receiver, liking how sexy his lover's voice is. He could only chuckle while hearing the clatters on the other line, wondering if Lee's testimony in his superb cooking it's true or not. However, it didn't bother him one bit. Lee could fail miserably in cooking, he wouldn't mind at all. Irie is too deep in love, he wouldn't care if Lee makes a disgusting pile of omurice. "Oh, reaaally?" The brunette purred as he flipped and laid back on his side. "I will wait for your return and cook me something really good." He was about to mention something about Lee cooking with nothing but an apron on but he blushed and cursed himself mentally for thinking such lewd things. The poor guy is still doing business while Irie is here, all hot and bothered early in the morning. Still, the sexy thought stirred him up a bit... Aah... Lee in an apron while cooking? Hot damn, that's one thing the brunette could only fantasize about. His dear CEO, judging from his lifestyle, probably wouldn't humiliate himself in that kind of scenario. In his own perception, Lee is this prim and proper guy who basically woos his lover in the most cliché of ways a man does to a woman. But in this case, Irie is a man. He could only guess for now since the pair barely had the time to know each other better. Irie's thoughts wandered about as his mind further suggested dirty images of Lee until his memories came back to when he gave his lover a blowjob not too long ago. Closing his eyes, his delicate fingers crawled up to his lips, caressing the soft lips, unknowingly wetting then with his tongue. Lee back then was so hot, thrusting his well-endowed manhood in his mouth and to the back of his throat. The brunette is now in the pits of lust just by listening to his lover's hypnotizing voice, his horny state, unredeemable. "Mmh. You're not boring. I like your voice. I like your voice over the line too, Lee-san. Please keep talking..." He whispered, totally oblivious of how sexy his words came out. He, too, didn't want the call to end, but it soon did-- right after hearing the words 'phone sex'. "...Lee-san?" Irie was petrified from hearing that, not because he found dismay on the other's frankness, but because he never thought Lee would actually suggest it and Irie actually like the idea. Phone sex for Irie is still a taboo; he couldn't remember any incident in his life to ever doing that. But right now, given his pathetic state of horniness, he could easily do it. But damn. Lee already hung up. Without any hesitation, the brunette dialled Lee's number. "Ugh. You... Why did you hang up?" Were the words he said as soon as Lee picked up. "I have never done it before, but... Lee-san..." He paused a bit, feeling rather shy from being too forward. "Let's do it, Lee-san. I want to do it..." [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted May 9, 2016 Author Share Posted May 9, 2016 Before he would drown with all the embarrassment his mobile device rang. His eyes held hesitance towards answering Irie's call, he could picture his lover scolding his lewdness or consenting with his harmful requests. With a deep sigh Lee placed the device in his ears, his position completely sprawled on the couch, legs dangling at the end of the couch and eyes focused at the expensive chandelier. "So yo~" "I'm really sorry I should've not said that." "You still sprawling in your bed?" Despite the promise of not engaging into a sensual conversation Lee couldn't help ask and imagine Irie laying sexily at the bed. Of course he'd be wearing a yukata since Yakuzas are die-hard traditional fans. His hair like a spilled ink designing the futon with his fair chest clearly exposing those perky nipples. His half-parted lips perfect for some hardcore nibbling as his eyes were brimming with soon-to-be satisfied lust. He screamed mentally jumping at his position as he felt his cock throb from his own delusions. He shouldn't have said that, he shouldn't have imagine that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted May 9, 2016 Share Posted May 9, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] "I... I am." The brunette replied, laying supine, his hot fingertips tracing of what had exposed from his yukata. His chest heaved as he panted gently from the building excitement and nervousness. He could barely hold his phone still. "I'm sprawled on my bed. I'm wearing a yukata... My chest half exposed and my leg lifted up from the crack of my clothing..." Irie closed his eyes and envisioned his lover lying on his back somewhere comfortable as the later's growing hard on displayed proudly between those muscular thighs that the brunette so want to get in between. He bit his lip from the image. "Lee-san..." He whispered, now half hard. "Tell me... Tell me how you want to tease me..." [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted May 10, 2016 Author Share Posted May 10, 2016 So Lee hit the right guess, his lover was wearing a Yukata. The wonders of having that clothing when it comes to having sex. His eyes glimmered with a newfound determination that he's going to Japan soon and claim his stake with Irie. "Such a naughty boy you are Irie. I want to bit that sexy neck of yours until I hear that lust-filled delight and go my merry way down with your perky plush nipples. You want me to ravish you, yes?"His baritone voice filled with undeniable arousal which his member welcome with throbbing arousal. His dominant hand lingered at his southern regions, fingertips grazing the soft fabric of his boxer shorts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted May 10, 2016 Share Posted May 10, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] As Lee started weaving the words that Irie had long fantasized, the latter's body temperature increased just as his breathing went heavier. The brunette bit his lip, his fingernails dug against the skin on his neck, mimicking Lee's teeth biting on it, just as Lee had described. The man's words earned a sensual moan on the other line as Irie shuddered from the slight pain, his fingernails leaving a reddish mark. "Mmngh..." The moan was soft, hushed. Sensual. Just as Lee mentioned about ravishing his nipples Irie, by instinct, arched his back as if expecting his lover's hot mouth against his pinkish buds. The brunette let out a prolonged sigh of lust, need and a tad of frustration. "Lee-sa...nnn... Yes... I want your hot mouth ravish them. Lick them... Suck on them to your heart's content..." His mouth gaped while his tongue strayed at the corner of it while his fingertips toyed and stroked a feathery touch against his right nipple. God, he's so hard and probably leaking he could feel the wetness on his own boxers. No. He won't touch himself down there. Not yet. Not until Lee told him to. [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted May 14, 2016 Author Share Posted May 14, 2016 As Irie's sexy voice elicited a new found reaction from Lee, his warm hands finally freed the raging hard-on under his pants, enticing it with a caress viable under his wild delusions of Irie. Closing his eyes shut, he needed to feel the way Irie could draw hot passion toward him so easily, waves of anticipation mixed with the thrive to lust over the person who's world's apart from him. "With pleasure, Irie. Damn it would be selfish of me to ravish those nipples and pump that pulsating cock of yours. Then again, it would be a lie if I don't miss that soft mouth of yours in my sword, no?" With a hesitant chuckle he ruffled his hair in a close attempt to express the carnal desires that weren't really released enough just for a mere phone sex. Lee had wantonly move his right hands into a vertical motion, like a piston ready and anticipating for the gears to finally move. Never in his entire life he'd imagine a phone sex with Irie would sum to their devious kinks that would probably pile up when Lee returns to Japan. "Let me hear you pleasure yourself, love." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted May 15, 2016 Share Posted May 15, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] Irie carried on teasing his nipples, his free hand taking turns on each side, wetting his fingers once in a while for lubrication. Lee's hot voice egged him on even more as the young yakuza explore himself. Each stroke on the pinkish buds made Irie shiver and in return, the brunette moaned sensually for his lover. Damn his phone for having to hold it close on his ear, he then set it on speaker mode and lay it on the pillow. "Lee-san, I'll suck you from your leaking tip down to your thick shaft... A-and nibble my way down to your balls. I'm dying to have a taste of you again... A-aah..!" A sob emitted to the other line as Irie could not stop himself. Hearing the man urge him to touch himself more, Irie finally pulled down his boxers, freeing his twitching member that had made a sticky pre-cum mess on the fabric. The brunette had finally accepted his irredeemable state, placing his phone on his stomach, letting the man hear how much of a mess he had become just by Lee's voice. "Lee-san... Oh god... I want you... Please..." He begged, stroking his wet member. But it's not enough. It'll never be enough. He wants someone's weight being put over him. Someone's sweaty skin holding him close and claiming him theirs, pounding him senseless. Someone inside him. Sadly, that someone is thousands of miles away and all the brunette could do is listen closely and talk more. Lee could hear the rigid rubbing sounds from his phone as well as the distant and apparently incoherent cries his lover is making. Irie had gone deeper into the pits of his own delusions of making love to his dreamy CEO as his voice became a little louder. "L-Lee..." He panted, a soft, choking cry. "M-my... Ass... Haaah. I need... Mngffff..." [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted May 17, 2016 Author Share Posted May 17, 2016 After hearing his lovers attempt in participating his vivid sexual delusions of a phone sex, Lee hurried his pace, doubled his motion like hoping it would release all his pent-up frustrations of missing the ones he cherished. "That's it love, suck those fingers like you sucked my dick." He heave between his pleasured breaths. His arousal going full throttle as he imagine Irie bending over and inserting his fingers inside that sweet entrance of his were fantasies disappear and desires fulfilled. Despite trying to hold his aroused voice, Lee managed to slip a grunt and a moan or two having heard Irie's sexual sounds over the phone. The activity made him pant like a mad beast ready to tear their distance apart. A devious activity that the both of them anticipated in a twisted sexual game of kinks. " Let me hear your sweet moans, Irie. Shove those fingers deeper." He commanded over the phone. His right hand works wonders as it kept pumping in a fast-paced action while his head imagined Irie bending and displaying that plump ass of his. His lover's half-opened eyelids as he tried to pleasure himself with all that wrinkled clothing displaying his body in a sexual pursuit of hotness. Despite being a hetero with the exception of Irie, of course, he couldn't help imagine how a finger could arouse someone behind knowing that it won't fully satisfy nor compare to his size. Irie should've manage, Lee though out of confusion. It didn't matter though the moment he felt the hot tingling sensation ready to burst inside of him. "Irie..." | A/N | ぎん : hang in there penis-kun. p-kun : (*penis intensifies.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted May 19, 2016 Share Posted May 19, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] Irie blushed from every lewd words that came out of Lee's mouth, however, he couldn't stop himself from obeying the others commands. He brought his dominant hand up and began sucking his fingers, making it a little more audible for his lover to hear. Wet, sucking noises mingling with aroused moans emanated through the other line as Irie doused his fingers with enough saliva, his bare ass rose up in the air twitching in clear eagerness. Reaching down, he slowly caressed his puckering hole, moving in a circular motion as if slowly teasing himself. Lee earned another sensual moan of delight as the brunette shivered, his body undulating with pleasure. "A-ahh... Lee-san. Feels so good. It's so good... I'm stretching myself wide for your cock. God, I want that huge cock of yours in me... That's right... Ram it inside me and make me feel good, Lee~" Irie had long forgotten his shame as those raunchy words flowed out from his lips with ease. It's crazy how Lee could bring out the naughty in him that Irie thought he had long buried. There was something amiss. He wanted something longer. Thicker. Then it struck him. His mind has been clouded with lust as he thought of only thing that could satisfy its carnal desires for the moment. Irie reached out his shaking hand to fumble something in his luggage. Something he never thought of using again. Lee could hear some rustling sounds until a silence emanated from the other line. Irie paused. He stopped moving as he processed the moment, biting his lip as he stared at the item he's holding. Ah. The rather sinful item he had bought way back his college days that he only used for about a few times in his lifetime. Closing his eyes, he stroked the silicone material, picturing it was Lee's member. It's surprising how it felt almost the same as his lover's. It didn't take long before he had coated it well enough with the lube it came with. Leaning back to the phone, he whispered. "Sorry I went quiet for a bit. Lee-san, i'm bringing the phone near where you'd want to hear more okay? He bit his lips. " imagine yourself fucking me like this... " With that, he brought his phone under him; just right next to his hips. Then the wet squishing sound began together with the distant moan. The lewd wet sounds went faster, resembling the sounds of skin slapping against skin. The feeling was so intense Irie had to bring his other hand to hold his mouth from moaning too loud but a series of incoherent words of pleasure easily flowed through those slender fingers of his. [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted May 28, 2016 Author Share Posted May 28, 2016 Irie?He wanted to question as to what the brunette's up to when he heard the rustling behind the background. " imagine yourself fucking me like this... " His eyes went wide as he almost drop his phone, never imagining Irie could become a deviant knowing that he's always so proper and shy. He guessed wrong, he'd to learn more about his oriental lover. The more he knew him, the more he's amazed as to how Irie could become regal and wanton in just a blink of an eye. With those words spoken, he doubled the speed with the invitation of Irie's loud moans getting louder. There's no way a finger's done that deed into eliciting sexual moans like that, it must be something else. A dildo? No way, with that thought ahead, Lee managed his release imagining a beautiful mess Irie created sprawled at his bed while trying to push and pull the toy deeper. His eyes tightly shut, never betraying his own delusions, he'd manage to have the image of him ramming his dck at Irie's ass. He'd fuck that ass raw since Lee wanted it a little bit of a chocolate than of a vanilla. He was never gentle in bed, at least in his imaginations, knowing that Irie might just be as fragile as China tea set. His fingertips managed to gave another rough push as he felt the pent-up desire to cum was starting to overflow. "I'm coming, Irie." he huskily said as he felt a throbbing sensation bursting into a messy mess of white. Lee's flushed face made him sigh as he didn't expect that he'd come that easily just imagining Irie doing that. The path to becoming a pervert was never nil, especially on Lee's case. "You're cunning for using toys Irie, I wish I was there to use that to you." He chuckled as he cleaned his soiled boxers with tissue. He'd have to deal with all the waiting and the horny mess for a day until he'd go back to Japan and make a lusty mess out of his lover. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 2, 2016 Share Posted June 2, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] Irie could no longer hold his voice down with the toy going in and out of him, deep enough to hit his spot. One hit and it sent fireworks behind his head, arching his back and shivering from the rare sensation. The brunette was succumbed with desperation of sooner release, of wanting to be held by his lover, and to be rendered useless until his knees and legs give up. Being stretched to his limit, Irie cried a soft sob, almost choking sound. "Lee-san...! I-I'm..." He only had to push the toy deeper and give his member a light squeeze until the white thick mess spurted and pooled under him. The brunette's head felt light as he weakly sprawled on his once neatly smoothed futon that had turned into a crumpled pile of sheets. Oh, the release he had was extraordinary. With his twitching rear still up in the air, the toy slowly slid out, followed by the thick used up lube that oozed and dripped down the young oyabun's shaking thigh. Irie was indeed a beautiful, sweaty, quivering mess that Lee would have probably wanted to witness in person. "You're cunning for using toys Irie, I wish I was there to use that to you." Irie reached for the phone and chuckled weakly. He too wasn't expecting to be that horny to do things to such extent. "Yeah, you better come back soon or I'll get used to this bad boy. That would be a shame, no?" He giggled a bit, though he fell silent for a good ten seconds. He was about to speak up when he heard a thud on the hallway just outside his door which slightly bothered the man. "Sorry. I gotta go... Uhm..." Irie sat up, pondering about what sweet words he should say before hanging up. Honestly, he would like to spend the day just talking to him but that is only his wishful thinking and his phone bill is probably be smashing through the roof right now. "Lee-san, I can't wait for you to get back." He said. Thinking he better end the call soon, he hesitantly hung up. That small beep sound easily broke his heart that he threw his phone to the side as he tried to stand up to look who was the goddamn peeping tom is. Staggering from his feet, he saw no one in the hallway. Irie blushed heavily, wondering if he had been moaning a little too loud while doing such things in an ungodly hour. The brunette sighed, thinking he better clean up and get ready for the day but before he do, he picked up his phone once more and sent Lee a short text. "大好きです..." --- As Irie walked on the wooden hallway of their traditional house, he meet a few members of their group, bowing and greeting him politely as he nodded returning the acknowledgement. Apparently, his father wanted him to meet a few business partners that he will eventually have to get along to retain good relations. The brunette is wearing a black two-piece suit and tie, one of the many set of clothing that his father had given him last night. Guess the old man is really trying to get Irie ready for his future with all the different clothes and other stuff Irie never had in his life. Sitting in front of a few dignified-looking men, Irie kept quiet until his father arrived. The two much older guests were all smiles and welcoming to the future oyabun. One person however could not wipe off that smug, sour look on his face as his eyes glued to the brunette. The man looked way much younger than the rest of the group, Irie thought the guy is only a few years older than him. Soon his annoying of a father arrived in his usual yukata and haori pair, sitting next to Irie with a goofy smile. "Ah. I apologize for being late. Irie, let me introduce you our partners who will assist you in our businesses. This is Noritaka Mori, head of Ishikawa group who handles our foreign market. Takaba Gorō for the local market and Sawada Daichi, head of security." Irie could not pay attention to the other things his father is spouting off as soon as he knew the name of the man who kept glaring at him. It didn't take long for the meeting to end and soon, the gents bid their farewell, hoping to do good business with the young heir. His father had to see the two older men out and Irie was left with the tall, bulky Sawada Daichi. "So young to be an oyabun," The man spoke in deep voice with a slight taunting tone. Irie looked up at the man quizzically but remained silent. "Not going to talk back and defend yourself? I mean... I haven't heard you speak much today in the meeting." "There's not much to say. I'm here to learn and observe things." Irie said shortly, looking straight at the gates where his father and his colleagues disappeared. "Oh? What a shame, your voice was very pretty this morning. I wish I could have heard more..." The man smirked as he earned a shocked expression from the brunette. "Well, I happen to arrive here around 4am as I was informed that the heir had finally returned. I was too eager to meet you but they said you've gone to bed. I happen to pass by your room but yeah... Turns out you were busy..." Irie did not hesitate and grabbed the man's arm that send the head of security against the wall. He knew he was at fault for being a little loud but what this man knows, he might use it for something despicable. The man lifted his hands in defense, chuckling from Irie's display of force. "So aggressive, baby. You turn me on." Sawada cooed, raising a brow. "Shut up! Just because you think I can't hurt someone doesn't mean I can't make an exception on you." he glared up at the male before pushing him and walked away. Sawada calmly smoothed out the fabric of his suit while glaring at Irie's back, a cunning smirk painted on his face. "Well. This is a very interesting twist, Yasuhiro-sama..." [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 3, 2016 Author Share Posted June 3, 2016 He felt his member throb the moment Irie called his name when his lover came but he tried so hard to block the image of getting hard again judging how enthusiastic his whole activity during the day was. "You better not get used to it or I'll punish you." It wasn't an empty threat, there's no way in hell a toy could outnumber him in terms of having sex with Irie. It was a petty he could even compete with a battery operated he thought. "Likewise, love." He smiled expectantly as he heard the beeping sound of the phone, ending their conversation that turned into a rough and steamy hot phone sex. His phone lit under the dim shade of the lamp as he stared at the Japanese kanji on Irie’s bubble contact. Lee then googled the words and smiled as he uncovered the meaning by it. He needed to learn some Japanese stuff from now on, he thought as he copied the translated version of his desired reply. [TABLE=class: grid, align: center] [TR] [TD]I R I E . tsukishima (take care. Touch down New York) SEEN YESTERDAY (大好きです.) SEEN TODAY こっちこそ SENT 12:31 NN [/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] With a sigh he retreated to his bedroom to shower and hit the sack and turned off the lights but his cellphone gleamed as he saw another message pop up from the screen [TABLE=class: grid, align: center] [TR] [TD]H E L G A . de maistreLee don’t forget to fly tomorrow to Vegas, I’ve prepared a business class for you.TCGB. SEEN TODAY K. SEEN TODAY [/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] He replied a hurried K before he dive under his duvet and slept a dreamless slumber. It was almost noon when he woke up as he turn the switch to draw the curtains close, it assaulted his eyes quite poorly as he tried to snuggle under the comfort of his bed. It was really rare for him to sleep like a baby judging the schedule he’s always forced to encounter. With finality, Lee descended the crystal flight of stairs while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What are you doing in here?” He said in monotone his eyes glancing at his parentals who were eating in his living room watching some Mexican soap opera. “Are you seriously just going to stand there and do nothing? Son, you better prepare coz’ you have a flight to LA.” It didn’t faze Lee knowing that his nosy parents took dive with all the latest happenings in his life especially when it comes to Helga. “You’re patching things up with that Championette girl?.” Her mother mirroring his nonchalance while sipping her coffee with regality. “That granddaughter of Jean, she’s such a voluptuous beauty but you have to take love with the equation Lee! We won’t force you into arrange marriages.” Henry’s eyes strayed at his wife who was scoffing at the bullsht, “well Jean’s a fine woman.” He mumbled clearly pleased if his son’s going for the lady. “We’re business partners nothing more,” We’ve already ended eons ago, he wanted to add but he’s sure as hell his mother would retort something nasty to spite him more. “There’s no such thing as ‘just friends’ with the opposite sex.”she raised her pointer finger in the air when she felt her son trying to interrupt and added, “or business partners for that matter.” With no room to argue with his annoying set of parents he went back in his room to take a bath. It’s true, Lee and Helga’s relationship goes beyond friendship yet less than lovers. Helga de Maistre, was the granddaughter of the famous five star hotel in France. To say she was beautiful was an understatement, she was like a goddess with those light blonde locks of her, heart-shaped face and captivating azures. Lee met her in H University, he was a business major while Helga was in the art department. For the both of them, it was the most cliché bestfriend turned to lover story H University had encountered. The part that they were both gorgeous, smart and rich made them the most famous couple in the University, the perfect harlequin romance story. Despite all of the spring going on with the both of them, being love-struck lovebirds, it ended when Helga breaking it off when her father died and she went back to France. Then Lee knew tried,no, he was desperate to patch things with Helga. He pursued her at France but her decisions were set into stone. It was the last time Lee loved like no other. Or so he thought. Then there’s Irie, of course he loved the beautiful yakuza but he’s quite careful with this chapter. He was afraid to lose Irie, that’s why he’s trying to strengthen their relationship by getting closer to each other in a most mature approach. He was too afraid to love too much, he felt that when he’s too attached to things, he’d probably break it so he needed to act careful around Irie. Lee guessed he needed to tell Irie about Helga or else it would be a misunderstanding he’s too afraid to mess with despite the fact that he’d moved on with Helga. When he went downstairs there’s no remnants of his parent’s presence, he sighed heavily and texted Irie before closing the door shut. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 6, 2016 Share Posted June 6, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] "こっちこそ" The brunette's chest fluttered from the prompt, short reply his lover had sent him. Irie felt like being on cloud nine for having a lover like Lee. It felt all too surreal for such a man to fall for him, knowing all too well that Lee is a hetero--used to be. He has his own little worries but nevertheless, the reply brought his spirits up, promising to himself that he'll do his best until he returns home and see Lee again. The whole afternoon after that meeting with the Tsukishima's business partners, Irie had to endure having Daichi's presence as the annoying hindrance of an sp. It can't be helped since the twins Takuzo and Takuya are already assigned for his father. Man, he wished he could at least trade with his old man; he couldn't stand this guy. Why does someone have to overhear his activity that morning? And of all people, it should be his new sp. Irie sighed in defeat. Although the man has stopped talking about it, the brunette could still feel Daichi wanting to say something. Something that would piss the young oyabun more. He knows that because of the way the bulky male smirks and raises his brows whenever their eyes met. "Would you quit it?" Irie said as he lifted a blue tie placing it close to his neck, being in a shop at the moment. "You've already proven yourself as a perverted SP, stop looking at me that way." "You're just too pretty for my eyes not to gaze upon." Irie almost gagged from the lame pick up line. "Just out of curiosity though. Does that man know you're a yakuza? It was a man, right?" Daichi sighed and began to relish the sounds he heard earlier and Irie couldn't help but step on the male's shoe right on his pinky toe. Daichi hissed in pain, cursing under his breath. "Man or woman, it's none of your goddamn business. Didn't your mother taught you good manners and not meddle on people's lives-- sex lives." Irie put down the tie, convinced that light blue is never his thing. He reached for the wine red one but Daichi picked it up first and held it in front of the young boss. Insisting, the man stood closer to Irie and wrapped the tie around his slender neck, large hands grazed lightly against his skin. Smirking and admiring his work, Daichi smoothed out his boss' shoulders and collar, letting his hand rest on Irie's chest. "I don't have any family, although I have a son. He's sixteen." Daichi pursed his lips and nodded to himself that the wine red tie suits Irie better. He made the brunette turn for them to look at a nearby mirror. Mirrors... Irie could not look at them normally now for it only makes him remember that first incident with Lee. It was obviously a fond memory of the man. Seeing a different person behind him made him sick to his stomach while Daichi admired the beautiful yakuza leader with impure thoughts that easily reflected on his eyes. "If I had met you first, you wouldn't suffer like this. No more long distance relationship, no more compromising on toys..." Daichi leaned down to whisper on Irie's ear "... I'll be as real as you want your fantasies to happen." The brunette closed his eyes before pulling away from Daichi's grasp. He hated the man even more as it obviously tries to seduce him-- trying to snatch him away from Lee. He hated to agree that he liked the red tie that this perverted man suggested so he walked past him and approached the POS for payment, wanting to get this over with. "I feel sorry for the kid for having a perverted father then. Are we done shopping? I want to go back and study the books Izakaya gave me." "Of course, your majesty." --- Night came. Irie had finished reading two ledgers that Izakaya lent him and a few basic information about their group. He's never been this down when it came to his knowledge that his family is involved with the small gangsters lurking around different cities. During dinner, his father mentioned about the group never getting involved in drug trades. All they do is manipulate people and situations to gain money. If anyone seek for their assistance, for example, a business that it's about to crumble down, they will always lend a helping hand as long as the said business will forever be in debt to them. The brunette couldn't help but feel guilty with his family taking advantage of the weak, wondering how he could escape from the bitter reality. Escape... Right. His only escape in this situation is his lover who's currently miles apart. Being reminded of the person, he turned and picked up his phone to send Lee message and tell him about his day. To his surprise, the gadget lit up receiving a message from the said man. Irie smiled and tapped the read button, excited to read the message. [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 7, 2016 Author Share Posted June 7, 2016 “At 7:16 you’ll meet with Mr. Randall and his team for the blueprints of the new building at lunch you’ll have Mrs. Stanford for some joint discussion regarding the limited products exported at Europe. At 15:10 you’ll meet with Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt for the bank venture held last month. Lastly, 18:10 with Ms. De Maistre for the new project proposals.” With that schedule been stated Josephine closed the planner with a snap, ordering a bottle of champagne from the cabin crew. Thirty-three thousand feet from the ground Lee Montclaire’s Boeing 747-8 VIP was soaring high in the sky living the richest American dream. But despite the soaring of the said jet, a certain person inside seemed to have the crashing feeling of turmoil within. “Can some genius just build a teleportation device, I would invest for that shit.” Lee grumbled his hands tightly gripping the coffee mug while staring at the cumulus clouds. He was completely dragged by Josephine the moment he stepped out of his unit. “Don’t ask for the impossible. So Helga, huh.” Josephine scoffed. “What’s with that look of disgust?” “You’re having sex with Irie and when you’re miles away from him you’re gonna hit it off with your ex? Maan such a fuckboy.” “Helga’s just a friend,” he heave a sigh remembering how many times he’d said that words on repeat, “and I didn’t have sex with Tsukishima either.” “That’s what he says.” Josephine laughed with disbelief painted on her face. Like she could believe Lee’s words, her CEO had the worst case of being a notable womanizer. There might be just 5 percent he’s going serious with the Japanese boy considering that his boss had never really love someone as serious as Helga. He’d been chasing skirts after they broke up, turning a one hell of a romanticist into something cheap like a player. Josephine had a bad feeling that Helga might be the thorn between Irie and Lee’s relationship. If there’s an ounce of realness in their budding love, this kind of problem would certainly be a piece of cake. Plus, if the two really were having a love of their life, being in a long distance relationship is most of their concern. “Fighto Irie.” Josephine giggled. “What a creep mumbling to herself.” Lee sneered. | 17 : 10 | The day was almost over as Lee rode his Jaguar at the Hotel they’d supposedly meet at Las Vegas. He felt tired with all the transactions he’d accomplished earlier, the last thing on his to-do list was his meeting with Helga. Arriving at the 5-star hotel, he sat at the lounge and read the daily newspaper, his foot tapping impatiently at the floor. He’d wanted this meeting over so he’d hit the sack early. “Lee~!!!!!” But he was too late to react as his head was yanked from the left. A prompt kiss was made which end up Lee pushing the attacker away the moment she tried to insert her tongue inside Lee’s mouth. “What the fucking hell woman!” clearly stupefied at what Helga did. “Oh come on, it was our usual greeting. What change?” Helga laughed merrily and plopped herself beside Lee’s couch, too close for comfort. He almost forgot that his ex was too aggressive, too annoying and too French for such greetings. She welcomed herself by ordering a dinner for the both of them clearly excited to see Lee.“It’s been what, three years, you look stressed." “None of your concern,” he callously replied as he slammed the newsprint down. “Now hand me the proposals so I can review them one by one.” “Oh that’s cold Lee,” she fake hurt as she clutch her chest as if stabbed in the heart. “It’s like our first meeting your—“ He snapped his fingers and ordered something to the passing waiter, too tired to hear Helga’s antics, “and our last.” The gorgeous woman just stared at him clearly piqued at the sudden change of his ex. Lee’s not the conversationalist since he was most likely colder than Oscar. Helga felt like she’s back to square one with Lee shoving him out of the picture, rendering her into a full stranger. Then something struck in her mind, she remembered he heard from Oscar that Lee had someone in Japan, a foreign lover. Helga beamed clearly amused. Her eyes trailed at her previous lover who had his eyes glued on the stacks of paper not even bothering to eat the exquisite banquet of meal in front of him. “So I’ve asked your father a request to let you be my tour guide in Japan. I’ve been dying to go there.” She narrated her eyes gauging Lee’s reaction. Helga was right, Lee had something going on in Japan the moment his eyes went cold as ice despite all the poker face. Nonchalance won’t work on her, the previous woman that had known him for quite some time. “What are you up to Helga?” His baritone voice went dangerously lower as he slammed the papers down to the table. She’d wish he’s dumb but unfortunately for her, Lee’s the sharpest tool in the toolbox. “Aren’t you finished ruining my life years ago?” Despite in monotone she could saw anger in his eyes. Lee was totally pissed, he’d wanted to leave Helga. When did she become this annoying? He thought they’d finally settled the score. If he’d known this would be the result, he should’ve asked his father to handle her. “I haven’t ruin your life.” Helga said calmly like she was trying to subdue some wild animal. “Destroy, yes?” Lee retorted as he resumed reading the papers. “You know what, if you’re here to have this talk down to memory lane then I’ll have to go.” Lee stacked the papers and slip it into his case. His eyes pinning Helga with coldness which the woman replied with calmness “Wait we’re not done talking yet!” Helga exclaimed as she ran towards Lee who was walking towards his car. “If you’re trying to win me over then you’re three years late. I have a lover and I treasured him very much.” Lee closed his car window and sped away from the hotel. “Lover? No it can’t be.” Helga muttered to herself still shocked at the fact that Lee had finally one despite all the flings that he had. “wha----HIM!?” a shocked Helga stared at the white Jaguar speeding at the highway. Speeding through the highway Lee managed to halt his car in an empty street, fishing his phone he managed to call Irie but canceled before the ringing. Instead, he sent a text coz’ Lee felt it’s needed to be brought up face to face. [table=class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td] (take care. Touch down New York) SEEN YESTERDAY (大好きです.) SEEN 12:25 NN こっちこそ SENT 12:31 NN I need to talk to you about something important. I'll be back at Japan the next day. Love you. SENT TODAY [/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 11, 2016 Share Posted June 11, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] Managing hundreds of people of the Tsukishima group from around Fukushima will definitely bring this new heir of a yakuza leader to countless stress as a secretary that was recently assigned to him kept on pilling information in his head one after another. Akio Miyamoto, a rather young, small framed man wearing frameless spectacles had joined Irie and his security personel Daichi Sawada. The odd trio had been hanging out most of the time, usually in the Tsukishima's residence as Irie has been given a room as his study which will soon serve as his future home office. The said room was located next to his late mother's bedroom in which Irie didn't put a protest. Izakaya had kept his eyes on the young oyabun for the past few days, making sure he's doing his duties and not breaking his promise. Irumi however did not appear in the household after that welcome party. Irie couldn't help but feel all alone. That afternoon, as he scribbled a doodle of an oval shape that resembles a face wearing a spectacle and nice hair, Akio cleared his throat so Irie would catch up to whatever things the young secretary is spouting at the moment. "We're done for today, Tsukishima-san. The newspapers have arrived this morning. You can read them during your free-time " The bland-talking male said, dropping a quarter-foot pile of newspaper in front of the dead-bored young oyabun. "it's necessary for a yakuza leader to be updated in the current events, here and abroad. Like this here..." the slender finger pointed at the headline of the newspaper on top of the pile as he read on. "'Young Montclaire getting back with the french heiress' It's trashy news but Montclaire happens to be one of the largest conglomerate based in Manhattan...." Irie froze by the time he heard the name. He tried bis best to focus his eyes on the newspaper, at least to confirm Akio did not misread the paper, but his heart shrunk, seeing his beautiful Lee on the cheap prints of the newspaper, canoodling, kissing a blonde woman. What...is going on...? His mind began to be clouded with confusion as he reached for the said paper. Confirming, it was indeed Lee. Who would forget their lover's appearance that fast? That perfectly fixed hair and his broad shoulders that used to be his but a blonde unknown female is now taking claim of them. Getting back, huh..? "...Stuff like these are vital to our knowledge and as an organized crime, we can use these information if ever we go--" "Leave." "..I'm sorry, Tsukishima-san, what?" "I told you to leave." Daichi who had been standing at the door also noted that firm voice Irie held and nodded at Akio to just leave their young master, but Akio refused to get the atmosphere. "I was going to say you have to review--" "I SAID GET OUT!" Irie shouted, standing up from his chair and swiping the items on his desk sending them all flying off and down to the ground. Akio gasped and held a choking sob before running outside, Daichi following and locking the door behind him. Irie could not explain the hurt he's experiencing now. He thought he could trust Lee. From the moment they met, Irie felt the connection between them and his instincts were never wrong. Those eyes that reflected and spoke the truth back in his closet's mirror in his bedroom; back when the two made out and renounced their feelings for each other in the most intimate of ways, Irie thought he saw it. He thought he saw a piece of Lee's mind that he wanted to be with him even after knowing all about his bloodline. Irie had put all his trust in this man... yet... Seeing him in this headline kissing a woman while he's miles away from his gay lover... I need to talk to you about something important. I'll be back at Japan the next day. Love you. He glared at his phone while clutching it tightly together with the damned page of the newspaper. Irie did not put any reply. [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 11, 2016 Author Share Posted June 11, 2016 Glancing at his cellular phone, Lee knew that he'd already fucked up judging how Irie had never once replied to his message. It's been almost half a day since he'd sent the text and he was at the airport waiting for his flight back to Tokyo then another to Fukushima. Helga was such a jinx in his life he should've never accepted her proposal in the first place, it was nothing but a ruse. Lee had the impression that if he wouldn't explain the situation to Irie then it would be far worse and they might end up breaking up. With those words in mind, Lee's mouth curved downward clearly displease at the mere thought of breaking up with Irie. Sacrificing his work was the only thing he could've offer to salvage the misunderstanding between them even if it takes hours to go back to his lover. He loved Irie that much that he's willing to give an extra effort for him, he could've send cards of apology or boxes of roses but he felt that's not needed under these circumstances. Head buried on his hands he listened to the news on the attached TV device on the headrest about him and Helga getting back together. These reporters are plain stupid if they've itemized two people kissing as a couple. Lee then knew the news already spread outside America. He didn't even add injury to his heart and had the decency to call his lover knowing that Irie might just reject it. Ruffling his already messed up hair, he's clearly tired with all the things happening all together in just a short amount of time. He needed to clear it up with the buzz or else God knows what these hungry for gossip reporters do. Then there's his miles away lover who'd probably hate him and wants him dead. He might have a lesser view of how Irie's mind works but the probability of Irie thinking that he'd cheated was high since he was a hetero in the first place. Though Lee might've not admitted being gay, no male other than Irie could give him a boner. With those thoughts ahead, he'd managed a chuckle clearly starting to think that it's going to be fine which was a complete B.S especially when he didn't know how further Irie's boiling point would take him. He even diverted his anger towards Josephine when she was calling him, saying 'fuck off bitch' along the lines. Another problem to be piled was his parents, he knew they would definitely have a say on his usual escape from reality episodes, not that he'd obey them of course. With all those hours cooped up on the plane, Lee didn't sleep a wink with Irie on his mind. The next hour might be his connecting flight to Fukushima, he might really need to invest at someone so smart to create a teleportation device, traveling tires him the most. "Achoo." He sniffed as he boarded the plane towards Fukushima. He turned off his two annoying cellphones that was going crazy with the vibrations and pop-up notifications whenever he disables Airplane mode. As he arrived at Fukushima, Lee went to a convenience store and bought a mask since he might've caught a flu. It was a given, his non-existent sleeping hours and too much traveling would've given him colds. Lee looked like an ordinary Japanese person except his height contrasting to the rest of the Asians. He was wearing a black rimmed glasses, a Hanshin Tigers baseball cap, a face mask, a oversized black shirt with a black jogging pants and a black converse to top it off. To be honest, he looked like a very suspicious character with all of his set-up. Stretching his sore limbs, he dragged his heavy body towards the train station, his eyes glued at the complex train system and gave it up knowing he couldn't read Japanese. In the end he hailed a taxi cab but the moment he mentioned Tsukishima the taxi driver went nervous and weary as he look at Lee from head to toe. "R--right away, Sir."He stuttered and sped off, Lee on the other hand was quite happy he didn't need a GPS system. He didn't like the idea of turning his cellphone at all. Yakuza's are pretty influential, Tsukishima-gumi's probably on the top ladder, he thought. After he dropped Lee off, it didn't even took twenty minutes as the driver sped away like the hell hounds were chasing. Lee managed to heave his sling bag and placed it on his back, his eyes all-over the place watching as how the walls were infinitely stretching from his line of sight. Tsukishima-gumi was clearly a Japanese ancestral mansion just like Lee expected judging from those Yakuza movies he saw. Crouching with a look of tiredness, he pressed the doorbell twice and waited for some tattoo male to greet him. And his expectations didn't betray reality as Baldylocks greeted him at the entrance, trying to look intimidating which wasn't the most effective. Baldylocks was even taller than his 6'3 and was built to smash some bones, mince some human meat and throw dead bodies at Kanagawa judging those gargantuan muscle build. "Can I speak to Irie Tsukishima?" He said with a calm despite the weird American accent sticking on the Japanese words. "Who might you be?" He said in a gruff tone, his eyes holding Lee icily which the other male returned equally. "His co-worker." "Young master's busy, go away." He shove Lee away from the entrance, not trying to talk some sense. "Look here Baldylocks, I need to talk to him regarding the web proposal for his final design. The layout Irie had given had revisions and are clearly up for an update. Twenty percent of the mistakes are to be corrected and needed to undergo SWOT analysis. The boss might roast us if we won't meet the deadlines and that would be really peachy, right?" He narrated not even batting an eyelash with the concocted lie. Lee's apparently a Class-S liar. "Fine. Come with me," he halted the other for further explanation which would make his head hurt. Lee managed a smirk of victory as he entered the manor with Goldilocks following suit. "So tell me Baldylocks did Irie finally take the sake cup?" He asked still observing the beautiful gardens and the huge Japanese mansion in front of them. "Takuzo, not Baldylocks," his voice rose a bit, angered by the stranger's lame naming sense. "And that information's clearly confidential." With that Lee remained silent as he followed Takuzo inside Tsukishima grounds. He don't want trouble at all since he spotted more like 15 strange and intimidating men hovering all over the place. Unfortunately his martial arts prowess weren't top of the list. "Shit , I forgot to bring him a souvenir!" He mumbled realization too late as of the moment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 12, 2016 Share Posted June 12, 2016 [table=width: 500, align:center] [tr][td] Daichi was sitting at the raised flooring of the main room facing the wide garden, smoking his cigarette leisurely while holding a copy of the newspaper with the headline that sent Irie into a scorned lover. The man glared at the picture, raising a brow, wondering about how his boss met this cheap, womanizer of a CEO. Akio approached the man with sad eyes, clearly upset with his boss' sudden breakdown. The smaller male sat next to Daichi and sighed. "I don't get why he had to shout at me like that." "Don't take it too personal. You're new... we both are. We have a complex boss to serve. All we need is to be there for him and support him no matter what. We're his family after all." "But all I did was tell him his duties. He was doing okay back then but.." "You... Ahh. Enough. You don't get it. It's not about work, Akio-kun. It's... it's about something else. Our boss Tsukishima-sama had mentioned about his first son to be a complex kind of guy. He ran away from home when he was about to be scheduled to exchange cups with his father back then. At first we thought it was a selfish decision, but Tsukishima-sama said to let him be for a while. Let Irie-sama find himself... without the dictates of his pre-written fate from his bloodline " Daichi took a huff of his cigarette, held it in for a second then huffed the white smoke out slowly. He crumpled the piece of paper that was partly hidden from Akio's sight and gritted his teeth. "Now that Irie-sama had found what he wanted... It only betrayed him and I personally think that's the worse." Irie had crumpled himself on the corner of his study's tatami-matted floor, staring blankly at the enclosed private garden as the humid noon engulfed his room. His eyes were blank and puffy after crying for a good one hour with his phone on his side not even getting a call from Lee. Not once. Irie couldn't help but repeat those words in his mind, Getting back with the french heiress. Irie Tsukishima could love blindly and put all his trust to a certain person; immersing all of himself to all the emotions that love could offer and not even holding back. It could be his strength and his weakness at the same time, ever since. It was the same until Lee came to his life. Irie thought it would all be the same; whenever he's shattered, he could easily pick himself up and put things up together again just like a jigsaw puzzle because somehow in his lifetime he had learnt it the hard way. But when it came to Lee, the shattered pieces won't come together no matter what. It's as if a huge piece of the jigsaw puzzle mysteriously disappeared, leaving him with an empty void within. Irie closed his eyes to let sleep succumb his pain for a few hours until there came a light knock on the door. The brunette lifted himself up from the floor realizing it was already late afternoon. How long did he sleep? Ahh, the sore shoulders and uncomfortable damp hair from the dew... He shouldn't have slept with the sliding door wide open like that or he'll catch a cold next time. "Dinner is ready. Are you coming out or would you like me to send them in your room?" Daichi's eyes darted down and was greeted by a puffy-eyed, red nosed Irie. He could easily comfort his heartbroken young master now that his defenses have disappeared and in his most vulnerable state. Daichi held his composure and tried to stop himself. Work is work and all he needed to do was protect his young master from any harm. Apparently, he couldn't do anything protecting Irie from this kind of harm. "I don't have the appetite. W-where's Akio?" "He went home early today. He felt really bad with you yelling at him like that." "I see. I should apologize to him first thing in the morning. I'm sorry for making such a mess too, I'll clean this up--" Daichi grabbed the brunette's arm before he could even move away. "Irie-sama... Do you need me to comfort you?" Irie glared at the man and shook his hand off. "I might be gay but i'm not like some lowly homo who would search for someone's comfort just because something bad has happened. You are my SP. Do your job properly or i'll have you kicked out of the house before you know it." "Ah. There he is. Waka-dono! You... have... A visitor..." All of a sudden, Takuzo suddenly appeared from the corner of a long hallway, clearly caught off-guard as he sees his young master in his vulnerable state. He had to stop walking to calm himself, making the visitor behind him bump against his huge back. Daichi rolled his eyes and stepped away from Irie. "Whatever. I'll still send your dinner in a few." Daichi muttered, passing by the huge bald man and the said visitor. A glare didn't escape the male's view, not realizing who the visitor was. Takuzo stepped away from the view and presented the visitor's identity. "He said he was your co-worker. Refused to tell his name...Che, なまいき..." Irie brushed his hair aback to at least look decent but then everything around him froze when he saw who it was. A co-worker... From Montclaire? He never thought the person would beThe Montclaire himself. He could easily recognize the male even with all those shabby, 'normal' clothes. "Lee...san..." [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 12, 2016 Author Share Posted June 12, 2016 With his eyes still inspecting the beautiful manor, Lee didn't noticed Takuzo halting as he groaned inaudibly with the impact that made him soothe his nose. With that act, Lee managed to take a peek to see what made the huge man stop and the sight made his blood boil. It was Irie with a taller male holding his arms it's as if they're about to do something and he thanked the heavens he'd arrived just to stop whatever the male's planning to do. Murderous glint in his eyes, he managed to send him his ill-intent by staring at him rather icily. He needed to know that man for murdering purposes since he knew it wasn't just a friendly gesture at all, especially when the bastard held a lingering gaze towards his lover. That scene bothered him so much that he didn't even notice Takuzo side-stepping while introducing him to Irie. His neck still craned at the man who was walking away, Lee managed a curse as he turn around again facing his lover. He could've grabbed Irie and kiss him senseless right on the spot but Takuzo was still in the perimeter wondering what transaction would've occurred between Lee and Irie. Irie Tsukishima was still as beautiful and as immaculate as ever with his Yukata. His heart drumming, wanting to comb his finger's to his raven hair and finally trap him towards his warm embrace. "Thank you for guiding me here Takuzo-san," he stalked towards Irie's side as he placed his right hand on his lover's shoulder. The flinch from his lover didn't even go unnoticed but his grip never loosened. "Now we have matters to discuss privately since our company isn't that keen of having strangers hearing the prospects of a proposal." He muttered in a hurry which Takuzo raised his brow with a doubt. Lee couldn't care if Takuzo wouldn't budge as he managed to manhandle his lover towards his room as he slammed the sliding door straight at Takuzo's face. The moment the doors closed, Lee gave in to his urge of hugging the life out of Irie, trapping his lover into his warm embrace despite him being a sickly mess. Noticing the way how Irie didn't move to reciprocate his action, he glanced at Irie's face with a clear evidence of his suspicion coming into reality. Irie knew what happened in Las Vegas gauging his lover's angry facial expression and puffy eyes. "Fuck, I'm so sorry Irie, I'm so sorry I know this apology is a bit cliche but let me explain," He whispered afraid that Takuzo might hear their conversation. His hands hugged the other tighter trying to affirm and convey his love towards Irie with through actions. It was even a shocker that he was this so sappy, if his younger self would've seen him by now, it would definitely laugh at him. He stared at his lover for a brief moment, his left hand caressing the latter's cheek affectionately. He wanted to kiss him but Lee's afraid Irie could catch his brewing cold. "Helga's just my business partner though she was my ex--erm," he scratched his head clearly trying his best to sort his words properly. When it comes to Irie, Lee's quite nervous and afraid of the latter's reaction to the sore topic. He could've sworn it was his womanizing ways biting him with a full-force karma. "She just kissed me out of nowhere, I should've evaded it but I didn't even notice her approaching as I was reading a newspaper. I'm so sorry Irie," He could apologize a hundred of times but he can empathize with Irie's feelings. A lover who's distance away kissing other woman would certainly enrage Lee but he was the perpetrator of an accidental crime this time and he wanted his lover to know that he didn't took part of it willingly. "Irie, come on say a word please." It was even frightening how his lover wouldn't even speak a word. Lee was desperate, he needed Irie's thoughts despite the idea that he could see Irie's anger through his beautiful eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 13, 2016 Share Posted June 13, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] Just days ago, all Irie wanted was to see Lee again and magically appear in front of him. This unexpected visit was rather surprising considering the time zones the man had to travel just to see him again. He missed him. Irie knew he missed this man but he was too hurt to acknowledge it, the fact that Lee let some strange woman kiss him in public-- no. She's not just some woman. Apparently the French heiress was Lee's ex lover according to the papers. To think Irie would know such fact on the news and not from the man himself. The brunette couldn't look at his lover in the eye at all. Not even when Lee stood by his side spouting off lies so Takuzo would leave them be. He was led back in his office as the warm, all too familiar embrace wrapped around him. He wish he could talk back but considering the confusion and the hurt Irie's experiencing right now, the brunette's lips are sealed. As Lee began to explain himself, Irie's head hung low, too tired and numb to even comprehend with the words. He wanted to slap Lee's hands away from him as if that woman's touch were still lingering in his lover's body. Her scent could still be on Lee and her lips could have somehow marked Lee's as hers. Once again. The man's words were all a blur with the exemption of the word 'ex'. This is what happens when you date a former skirt-chasing hetero. The queer one will always end up hurt and betrayed. Irie pushed Lee back a bit, creating a gap between them, his head still hung low. "Are you always this close to all your ex lovers? Welcoming their kisses in public ... Meeting with them then bailing yourself out from saying you're just friends?" Irie whispered. "That sounds a load of bullshit." He wasn't used to speaking harsh words but he was too angry to filter them out. He had put all his trust to this man because he thought Lee was different. He has bared it all to him; from the time his fragility was at its breaking point to the sensitive issue of him being a soon-to-be yakuza leader. Sure he's been hurt a lot in the past, but the fear of losing Lee to a woman he have no chance with keeps creeping up in his head triggering his insecurities and creating irrational, anxious thoughts. He couldn't take it. He lifted his shaky hand up and tapped Lee's cheek lightly as he slowly breaks down, the tears he thought had run out from crying too much earlier came flowing down his cheeks once more. His hands kept tapping Lee's cheeks, a weak attempt on slapping him but he couldn't do it. He loves the man so much he could barely raise a hand and physically hurt Lee. Irie didn't want to give up. He felt awful for even doubting Lee's feelings for him even with a background like that. But still... "It hurts... So much. I've given all my trust to you. Everything! Please don't... Hurt me like this..." [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 13, 2016 Author Share Posted June 13, 2016 To be honest, Lee was having his hardest time explaining to Irie that Helga de Maistre was already from the past and he had no plans of rekindling their fire in the present nor even the future. It seems to him that his lover had deafened his ears, rendering all of his explanations to futility. “Irie, please believe me. I swear it won’t happen again.” He pleaded as his grip tightened gazing at Irie’s cloudy brown orbs, seeking forgiveness in those eyes. "That sounds a load of bullshit" Lee was hurt and stunned at the moment those words left his lover’s mouth. It’s been the first time Irie stared at him with anger and disappointment, to add with that, curse. It’s as if he’d done the gravest sin of all humankind and he should be damned at the deepest pits of hell. Of course his pride wouldn’t take the fact that his lover had no ounce of trust planted at him despite saying he had the decency of having one. If this would’ve been the normal case, he can gladly walk away and just call everything quits. Yet at the end of day he couldn’t just do it, Irie’s not something he would give up easily. Not a ‘someone’ that he’d willing to have a fifteen hour flight at the middle of a night while he had lots of matters to attend to. He’d already crossed the borders of normal heterosexual relationships and his lover was worth the comfort and assurance that his loyalty will never waver towards Irie and that gender is just a classification not an isolation. It’s a time where he’d willingly lower his pride and shove it out of the picture. If this things would cause a drift between their relationships, how much more if Irie had heard all of his booty calls? Lee guessed it’s time to let Irie know everything in his past to avoid further misunderstandings. With nothing to say anymore, Lee let Irie breakdown in front of him as he was like a deer caught in headlights. It’s pretty much normal to see someone crying but when that someone is that special in your life then it feels like you’ve been trapped in a vortex of hopelessness and sorrow. Lee felt his heart clench as he saw his lover crying his heart out of sadness. He held back a sob trying his damnedest not to do the same. It was even heart-shattering how Irie tapped his cheek as a gesture of resignation and insecurities merge into one little action. "It hurts... So much. I've given all my trust to you. Everything! Please don't... Hurt me like this..." He placed his head atop his lover’s head while his hands wiping the liquid mess of a tear. “Don’t cry love,” His eyes tightly shut as the face of a crying Irie etched on the bottom of his soul. It might be nice to bully and mess with his lover but it’s not really a laughing matter when the waterworks had already begun. “I may be a womanizer before but it’s all in the past I have you now. I know you won’t trust me on this one but please give me a chance to prove that you’re not the only one serious in this relationship.” His fingertips combing Irie's soft hair. This is the worst case scenario of all, Lee sadly thought. “Will you just give me an ounce of your trust that I will never betray you?” “We can end this now but I just can’t let you go. Call me selfish but I wanted this relationship, no, our relationship to work.” He said with sincerity, his thumbs wiping Irie’s tears away. First thing’s first, as Lee thought that they need to trust each other. It might not be the most perfect relationship but Lee’s willing to give all he got for it to work. He lowered his head with his right hand cupping Irie’s chin as he tilted the raven-haired man upon close inspection,“Irie you might not believe me but I lo--a-aah----ACHOOOO~!” October 27, 20XX was the day Lee Montclaire wanted to die out of embarrassment. A/N : sorry for the mess, too tired to put tones and stuff. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 15, 2016 Share Posted June 15, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] Irie never thought the hobo he once confided his feelings with the first time he met Lee is actually going to be a reason of his yet another heartbreak-- yet this one hurts more simply because his feelings towards Lee are true. "...Please give me a chance to prove that you’re not the only one serious in this relationship.” Irie sobbed and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his yukata and had somehow calmed down with Lee's words. The young oyabun is also at fault for letting his jealousy get the better of him and not trust his lover more. “Will you just give me an ounce of your trust that I will never betray you? We can end this now but I just can’t let you go. Call me selfish but I wanted this relationship, no, our relationship to work.” Just as Lee met his face, he nodded. He also wanted to make things work and he couldn't imagine Lee breaking up with him. Irie's hopes went up when Lee lifted his face, speaking sincere, loving words but then he was caught off guard when Lee sneezed. Ah. So that's what's the mask is about. Ducking his head back down, he chuckled a bit and buried his face against Lee's chest, his cheerful laugh gradually falling into silence. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, words muffled from Lee's shirt. "I'm sorry for letting my insecurities get the better of me. I'm just as scared of losing you... I want our relationship to work just as well. From now on I'll try my best not to get too jealous. I'm so sorry..." The raven-haired male heaved a deep sigh, finally clearing his head before peeking up through his eyelashes. He just had to stare at Lee like that for a good few seconds and relish the warm presence of his lover. Too warm. He blinked and reached up feeling his lover's forehead. Just as he thought. Without a word, Irie opened the door and there Takuzo was still standing there with cautious eyes. "Boss! Are you OK? Did this suspicious man do something bad to you?" the smitten bald yakuza asked. Irie smiled and shook his head. "No. He's... A good friend. Listen, can you drive is to the nearest hotel? My f-friend here came to Fukushima to have a vacation but he's not feeling well. Favor? Don't tell this to father or to anyone. Even your twin." With an enthusiastic nod, the bald guy led the two at the back part of the mansion before speeding up using one of the family cars. Irie sat next to Lee at the passenger seat, scribbling on a note a list of medicine for Takuzo to get once they were dropped off at the hotel. The brunette was very detailed in reminding his subordinate the things he should get for Lee. Not long after, they've arrived at the hotel's drop off. It was not surprising that as soon as they arrived, all the staff including the hotel manager lined up and greeted Irie Tsukishima and his guest, the manager giving them their key card and quickly leading them to a suite. "Ah. One more thing." Irie said, stopping the staff before leaving them in their room. "Don't mention to my father that I'm here. Ok?" With that, the staff dismissed himself, leaving the two alone in the modernised suite, the bedroom separated from the living room. Irie sighed and welcomed himself back enclosed in the other's arms, burying his face back on Lee's chest. He was silent but his heartbeat refused to calm down from being overjoyed by the moment. [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 17, 2016 Author Share Posted June 17, 2016 "I'm sorry for letting my insecurities get the better of me. I'm just as scared of losing you... I want our relationship to work just as well. From now on I'll try my best not to get too jealous. I'm so sorry..." The moment those words left from Irie's mouth Lee clutched the life out of the raven haired muttering thank God along the lines. He really thought that the misunderstandings would cause them to drift apart. It seems luck and love was on his favor since he himself haven't really established his worth towards Irie. Just so happens that Lee was Irie's hobo friend turned into lover in the most surprising twist of fate. Sighing in relief, he really was glad Irie was that forgiving and lenient type not that he really wanted to abuse it though. Let bygones be bygones, he muttered as he ruffled his lover's hair trying to promise himself not to cause problems for Irie in the nearby future. The both of them couldn't stay at Irie's house, let's face it, Lee had been a suspicious character upon entering his lover's abode and he's willing to leave the house in mystery like a espionage not living a clue once he accomplish a mission. It would be a tragedy meeting Irie's folks and he won't just pass as a co-worker with all of his strange get-up. When the both of them entered the car, Lee make sure that he's a feet apart from Irie as he scoot over towards the opposite side. He didn't want Takuzo to have some weird thoughts when they're skin to skin closer, he needed to tread in dangerous waters--especially with the Yakuza. Despite all of this love nothings Lee would never forget that Irie's a young Oyabun and he should portray like a normal 'co-worker' in the eyes of Takuzo. In the end, the both of them arrived at a hotel where they're ushered like they're a very important guest. Truth be told, he'd wished Takuzo never came with them together since he wanted to cope a feel or two at Irie that badly yet Takuzo was such a cock-block like it's the most normal thing in the world. Lee could've sworn he'd imagined the positions they'd make love inside the car. "I'm going nuts." He muttered to himself with obvious hate as the way his thoughts went downright sexual. The hotel staff were too formal towards Irie and Lee wondered what kind of relationship he had with the hotel. Lee wanted to ask but he's not really the prying type so he just followed the both of them towards the beautiful hotel corridors. It was when Irie left him for a bit to join Takuzo outside that he knew his health was totally fcked up. Lee tried to lean at the wall as he managed to locate the bed. It felt like the place was trying to mess him off by rotating in his vision, his knees soon gave up the moment he seek refuge at the bed. It felt ten times colder and he had the urge to burrow himself underneath the thick comforters yet it wasn't enough. Stiffing when his lover came sashaying towards him, he managed to open both of his arms wide as Irie succumbed to his embrace. All of the weakening and throbbing going on his system completely disappeared. Lee's a man after all, he needed to be ball's deep inside Irie. With the dirtiest thought on his head, he blushed vehemently under the mask. He knew he was horny but not 'that' horny. When will be the time that he'd stop thinking of such lewd things especially when they'd just reconciled. ----make-up sex is the shit! He could've slap those words slipping at his thoughts. Clearly, he'd something wrong going on in his brain. "...." Lee remained tight lipped as he tried to whisk away all of his devious thoughts, too afraid he might blurt it out just like when they had a phone sex. Index finger removing his mask, he subtly leaned closer hoping his lover would give him a peck, cold or flu be damned. "That woman's lips... She left her mark on you when you kissed, so I don't think I will kiss you for... For a while." Of course he'd sulked, it's almost you can see Lee's invisible dog ears drop at his sadness. He couldn't refute, he had no right to do so. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted June 17, 2016 Share Posted June 17, 2016 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr][td] From the car ride to when the two of them were walking down the hotel's hallway, Irie knew Lee has been holding back his urges. He knew because he's the same way. The brunette couldn't really resist to take this rare opportunity to witness Lee sporting these precious expressions. He only allowed Takuzo to tag along until they arrived at their suite so the man could put his little worries at ease. Once he's back in the arms of the man, he couldn't help but wonder about all the silence. He lifted his face but Lee went ahead and helped himself attempting a kiss. It must be cruel to mess with his lover now but Irie had missed his lover so much, he wanted this rare chance to be special... And fun. He moved away evading the kiss. "That woman's lips... She left her mark on you when you kissed, so I don't think I will kiss you for... For a while." he pouted, only earning a sulky face from his sickly CEO lover in return. He almost didn't want to execute his little plan for Lee by the pathetic state he's in, but no. The young, cunning oyabun has made up his mind. With a devious glint from his almond-shaped eyes, Irie had to bite his lip to suppress a smile. "I enjoyed our phone sex... Was it good on your end? It was thrilling... For me." His voice was gentle and soothing as if one could lull in them to sleep. However, Irie couldn't keep his mischievous hands from roaming around Lee, finding solace on the taller male's hard chest.-- and not just his hands that have gone to work. His whole body moved; slowly shifting into inches of enticing movements including the rubbing of his thighs in between Lee's, coping a feel on the man's well-endowed crotch. The heat his body is emitting could easily match Lee's feverish body heat, finally managing to lift Lee's T-shirt. "Say... You're really not well enough to do... This. I can stop if you want me to..." Irie pecked a kiss on Lee's lower abdomen, sending ticklish feeling from his light breathing. He had finally adjusted himself down between those muscular thighs he had so wanted to be enclosed for a long while now. He looked up at the male who hasn't said much with longing-- no. Lust-filled eyes. The young yakuza locked his gaze with his lover as he trailed his tongue along Lee's happy trail until he earns a light shiver. Oh Lee is so vulnerable right now he couldn't help but tease his lover more. "Do you have a condom we can use? Wanna try it the other way? I'm gay but I still have manly needs, you know~" It was entirely a joke. Irie could never think of being able to dominate Lee that much. Deep inside, he knew all he wanted was to be violated by this man and being entrapped by that large body as Lee's full weight press on him repeatedly until he couldn't move anymore. [/td][/tr][/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted June 19, 2016 Author Share Posted June 19, 2016 "I enjoyed our phone sex... Was it good on your end? It was thrilling... For me." "The phone sex's the best," his feverish breathe fanned at his lover's ears eliciting unsolicited shudder from the latter. Lee was persistent and stubborn enough to worm his way towards Irie no matter how the male would counteract with his approach. His emerald hues pinning his lover's attention as he basked with all the radiance coming from his brown orbs. As soon as Irie touched his broad chest, it was irrevocable that his manhood had gone active despite the raging headache brewing on his head. He'd been waiting for the time they can touch each other at their free will and this time was one of their rare chance. Lee wanted to have his merry way with Irie, every normal people in relationship have done that, nevertheless the phone sex was good. "How about we do it like this, yes?" he chuckled darkly, grabbing his lover's hands as he guided it under the cotton fabric of his shirt. Irie's warm hands scalded his warm chest down to the curves in his abdomen, colliding desires testing both of their endurance. Until Irie tried to have gain confidence as his lover's hands started trailing towards his southern regions, Lee managed to mirror what Irie did as he explored his lover's body. Hearing his lover mewl in pleasure, Lee was still quite as a mouse not that he needed to affirm his pleasure through his voice. Being in a gym during his almost non-existent free times had gain obvious outputs judging how Irie was so plastered at his 'everything-toned' body parts. Thank God his genes did the justice too. Hands slowly combing his lover's hair, Lee's lust-filled eyes sure relayed how he's extremely turned on realizing how Irie can dominate the bed. Maybe that was a plus since they're both male and they knew which parts to pleasure first. "Say... You're really not well enough to do... This. I can stop if you want me to..." After those words escaped Irie's mouth he grabbed both of his lover's hands, "Non-sense, like hell you wanted to stop." He chuckled darkly, leaning closer to his lover's chest, nipping at the perky nipples as he traced his tongue with interest. The CEO was still sour knowing they can't kiss because of the cold but he guessed other parts would suffice especially that part, he glanced at his lover's throbbing member dripping with precum. The pinkish lips could wait later. "Do you have a condom we can use? Wanna try it the other way? I'm gay but I still have manly needs, you know~" W--ai, what!? Lee flinched from the words as it sent a waved of strangeness mostly panic on his part. Not voicing his panic of being penetrated, he tried to turn the tables by launching himself at Irie, sending him under him instantly. They might not see it eye to eye but Lee preferred Irie being dominant not in terms of his sword going into his but Irie riding him as he marveled his lover's lust crazed face. "Hmm maybe centuries from now, love." He growled as he bit Irie's neck, remnants of his teeth marks in clear displeasure of the idea. It's not about pride, he just wanted to devour his lover whole the way he imagined it to be. Grinding his hard-on at his lover's he smirked and dipped his head towards Irie's member, "Watch me." His tongue tracing his thin lips sexily as dived his head toward's Irie's dick. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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