Romancing the Romantic

June 20, 2016

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How Irie loved the way Lee grab his hands as he brought the brunette close to him only to suck on his nipples. The young oyabun tipped his head back moaning lightly while Lee worked wonders with that tongue and warm lips. He could go crazy just from how Lee trailed and raked his teeth over his pink buds, his erection throbbing in great anticipation, precum seeping out of the tip. The older male was right. As if he'd want to stop judging from his irredeemable state of deep lust. The sensations were relayed by Irie's furious grabbing of Lee's hair, one swift move and he had taken Lee's glasses off, tossing it to the nite table. Irie wanted Lee naked, pronto but at this rate, he was stripped off first since he's only wearing his yukata.

His hips ground against Lee's bulge, sighing in delight that he kept a small pace until his lover gets over with his nipples and shift to his neck.

Seeing Lee's reaction to his little joke was priceless, he could have sworn the displeasure of the man from the idea had etched in his mind. He grinned yet the mischievous smile quickly disappeared when he was tossed back under Lee's massive body like a pillow, muttering words of objection. If Irie could show more of his blushing state from his already red face, he would, loving everything Lee is giving him-- Those random grinding of their bodies that lacked rhythm from all those undulating emotions, the little groans that his half-japanese lover kept on suppressing, those deep breaths, and that bite on his neck that sent fireworks behind his head. Oh, the pang of hurt made everything more exciting...

Sexier...

Hotter.

Irie thought he'd gone mad as he started hearing himself moaning a little louder from everything Lee's doing to him, only to realize the CEO of his dreams had already slipped down between his thighs grinning in the most cunning way before devouring his throbbing member. Irie's eyes flushed wide open, so as his mouth in surprise.

"Lee-san... A-ahhh..!"

Scalding hot... Lee's feverish mouth is hot enough to send the young oyabun to his weakest state, his toes curling while his hips trembled. Irie tried to calm himself... His body from moving too much but the way Lee sucked him was too much, he couldn't feel any mercy coming from that hot mouth of his lover.

"Where... Ahh... Where did you learn that? Mmnnn! T-too strong Lee-san... Waii-aahh!"

Irie's voice was uncontrollable as a series of breathy and sensual moans flowed from his lips that he had to cover his mouth. His hips trembled while occasionally thrusting into Lee's mouth. Irie glanced down sporting his lust-crazed face as he watched his own member show and disappear from those thin lips of his beloved CEO whose techniques would surely drive him to madness in just a nick of time.

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June 21, 2016

If he couldn't suck the life out of his lover's plump lips then he better be working on Irie's thing down there that's needed to be sucked. It's much better than he thought despite being a newbie when it comes to eating other male's dick. Well Irie's was not just another male for Lee so he'd like to give it a go.

"Where... Ahh... Where did you learn that? Mmnnn! T-too strong Lee-san... Waii-aahh!" He was doubting his skills before but it gave a newfound courage as his lover praised his first-rate skills.

He removed his devious tongue away from his lover's throbbing member, eyes gazing underneath the golden lashes,

"I just put my heart into it, like this."

With that being said, Lee grabbed Irie's hard-on and ate it one go more like deep-throating Irie's member at his mercy, his eyes filled with lust and desire to please his lover.

Who could've thought he could use his almost non-existent gag reflexes in these sort of activity, like Lee could admit that to Irie as he continued pleasing his lover.

Intensified with the feeling of being full in the mouth, Lee managed to close his left eye as he felt the intensity of his pulsating member. Bobbing his head forwards and backward, he closed his eyes as he felt Irie almost at his brink of desire. Devious hands giving soothing yet at the same time electric touches towards his lover's balls that left unnoticed. Doing the same thing with light and quick thrust, Lee was kind of disappointed he couldn't see his lover climax, his gaze lingering at his eyeglass at the desk.

"Mfff."

As he felt something warm dribbling at his warm cavern.

The fluid was salty as he managed to gulp it in one bit, not once did he imagine that he could've done that thing to others. With the thought of his lover's sexual moans, Lee managed to chuckle as he smirked at his lover who's still on his delirious peak from coming.

Lee guessed he'd taken it too far judging his body's condition as he managed a stiff cough.

"Sorry about that."

He mumbled as he tried to heave himself away from the bed to get his glasses and mask.

June 21, 2016

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"I just put my heart into it, like this."

Surely Irie's beloved CEO puts his heart into everything he does-- from various business deals, to managing a huge corporation, to passionately sucking his lover's dick even if it's his first time doing it. It felt incredible as every inch of his pulsating cock slipped deeper down Lee's scalding throat while gaining speed and force. Lee had made his mark and claimed that part of the brunette under the mercy of his feverish mouth, the member stiffened, all ready for its sooner release.

Irie glanced down as he raked his delicate fingers through Lee's soft hair. It was only then in that position that he's finally able to see Lee being originally a blonde as his roots had started showing. Irie smiled to himself and went back to enjoying the moment, gasping when the other's hand played his balls lightly.

"Mmm... Lee-saa-aah... 気持ちいい..."

His lovely voice egged Lee to do more, his fingertips tugged rather hard when he felt the tingling sensation to rise and starts building up. Arching his back and gasping for air, Irie's hips jerked, abandoning himself to the pleasure that he forgot to move away or push Lee. It was quite impossible though as Lee seems to be really glued in devouring his manhood that quickly filled the man's cavern. Lee's bold move didn't faze Irie, in fact, the young oyabun felt flattered. Lee would go to such extents as to even swallow Irie's essence. Irie splayed on the bed, his eyes half-lidded with unfading lust while his hips seems to refuse and stop from twitching. Those lips surely sucked the life out of Irie.

"Sorry about that..."

The brunette watched Lee crawl away from the bed but his shaky hands grabbed an arm before pulling the male back, somehow managing to pin Lee down the bed once more using his remaining strength. He lay on top of the male for a while, still trying to gain his strength back.

"Where do you think you're going, hot stuff? Running away?" he glanced at the table and chuckled lightly before helping Lee put back his glasses. The way he straddled the man on the hips and how Irie had somehow magically stripped off from all of his garments, his ass rubbed against that raging tent under that sweatpants.

"How come you're still in your clothes? No fair..." Irie playfully chuckled as he carefully but swiftly undressed his lover. Remaining in the same position, Irie began to move his hips, deliberately rubbing Lee between his plump behind while his hands were back loving those muscles displayed beneath him. He didn't want to waste too much time as he began to wet his fingers with his own saliva, soon enough Lee began to witness Irie on top of him, fingering and stretching himself at least to ease the pain on what's coming next.

"Please relax and lie down, Lee-san. I'll take care of this... "

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June 23, 2016

"Please relax and lie down, Lee-san. I'll take care of this... "

It was just a quick span of time when Lee started to move himself away from the bed and found out that he was rather pulled back again. With no room to argue he stared at his lover with astonishment, the way rivulets of sweat cascaded from Irie's pale white skin, how his brown orbs wrapped him into an addicting feat of desire.

Reflexes be damned he didn't realize beforehand what his lover's going to do as he plastered himself, both legs wide apart for him to view, atop Lee's abdomen. Thoughts deriving about how it was much worse than his raging fever, Lee's mouth was wide agape as he'd seen his lover in his all ethereal beauty trying to ride him.

He didn't knew there was this confident and dominant attitude Irie had, he was beyond surprised as he felt his member stood proudly begging it to submerged deeper than ever.

"I didn't know you had it in you, love."

He shook his head in disbelief while chuckling as how fast the tables had turned.

He let Irie removed his clothes without complain, approaching the brunette but he was immediately pushed back, lover's eyes deeming him to stay put. There's nothing more kinkier than this, Lee thought as his piled up fantasies were starting to get fulfilled.

From when Irie sexily thrust his fingers inside his mouth for lubricant down to the brunette trying to prepare his bottom part, Lee watched it with keen observation trying to etched the events deep into his brain. Irie sure was an expert in preparing himself which made Lee wonder if his lover's still a virgin. The thought made his ire rose, the moment his member had met Irie's warm muscles, he'd gave Irie a punishing thrust as he held the brunette's legs tightly.

Shuddering at the warm sensation, Lee met his lover upwards as Irie moved himself downwards, both trying to reach their utmost pleasure. Too tight, Lee grumbled to himself, he heard his lover squirm in pleasure, he knew he was well hung and he's afraid he might tear Irie's inside.

When he heard the lustful moans from his lover's mouth he leaned forward, slowly removing his lover's legs placed at both his side, managing to change their positions.

Lee now on top of Irie.

"Sorry Irie,"

he mumbled, as he thrust with all his vigor earning a squishing sound from Irie's back entrance.

Lee's eyes shrouded with lust as he started to push his member inside Irie, it was then he heard the most lustful sound followed by Irie's tightening as he'd hit his lover's prostate.

"My--my love such a little slut you are."

He laughed as he pounced with aggression.

Trying his best not to hurt his lover was quite an impossible dream as Lee had always desire on making Irie go crazy at their love session hoping his mind would go empty with lust. Wired with those thoughts, Lee snatched nips and kisses on his lover's chest, his hips thrusting deeper to his lover. He didn't even paid attention to the scratch marks Irie made on his back as he knew it might be too painful for his lover to have these rough sex.

--Calm down me. He chanted on his head trying to slow the pace afraid that Irie might not like the way he's having sex with him.

June 25, 2016

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Irie made sure of two things-- One, he needed to stretch himself making sure he's prepared enough knowing full well on how hung his lover can be; and two, he made sure Lee sees everything he does. From how he sucked and coated his fingers in that sultry face of his down to stretching his entrance. It was a rather lewd sight but it seems his lover liked every bit of his little show. Irie closed his eyes and bit his lip. Somehow, despite this lustful facade, he wanted to shy away. He wasn't like this as far as he could remember. It was only now... when he met Lee.

Irie, too, didn't know he had it in him.

He bit his lip as soon as his entrance stretched and recieved Lee's warm head. He wanted it to go slowly but the man seems to be really eager as his bottom met the CEO's bare hips, thrusting in full power sending him shuddering and crying out. His knees almost gave out as he leaned back against Lee's. Irie felt full inside. He had been wrong in assuming his lover's size; apparently his ass is tighter and so much smaller than his throat.

"Hnngh... L-Lee..." he whispered and began moving, so did the man beneath him. The brunette made sure his lover sees everything as his thighs spread wide. It wasn't long before his entrance eased out on his lover's size, his soft moans mingling with the wet and sticky sounds their love-making creates. He felt light-headed. The way Lee makes him bounce and his plump ass slap on the bare hips, it all felt like a dream finally coming to reality. Rivulets of sweat decorated his skin and face, droplets of them met the perfectly toned abs of his lover.

Of all things holy, Irie was almost at the brink of coming when all of a sudden, Lee changed their positions, finally taking charge. He could never deny the fact that Lee looming over him like that will always be his favorite. Irie could clearly see his lover's face in such position; a lustful and pleasured face only he could watch... All solely for him. Once he felt that thick member back in its pace, all Irie could do is surrender-- To the pleasure, the pain and just love every bits of their rough love-making. Once in a while he closes his eyes and immerse himself from all the rough pounding and thrusting that almost send him adjusting up to the bed's headboard, but once in a while, Irie opens his lust-filled eyes, egg him on, sometimes a bite on his lower lip or maybe a seducing lick, mouthing words of enouragement.

More...

"

Give me more...

His obviously smaller body twitched like crazy especially when Lee had finally hit his prostate. He cried out loud and arched his back, his head tipping on the soft white pillows. God, Lee could definitely kill him just by hitting that same spot over and over. Irie clawed on his own hair with his face twisted in pure passion as his legs swung and tightened around Lee's hips.

"I'm so close...! Ah, yes, Lee! My god... Aaah!"

His voice had become raspy, his hips moved in sync together with Lee's thrust, craving to reach his climax soon. Irie's head was blank as all he could ever want right now was reach his highest state of ardor with his beloved holding him that he didn't notice himself clinging tightly on that broad, muscular back, painting red marks with his fingernails. Irie, for the longest time had never orgasmed so hard as his body twitched like crazy while he came, his own white mess poured on his own stomach that glued the two of them together. His entrance tightened even more hearing Lee let out a prolonged groan of pleasure until, well, warm fluids filled his insides as Lee's dick pulsated sending more cum leaking up the brim.

Irie panted heavily, seeing his lover face to face and smiled before leaning up for a kiss. He wasn't worried about the fever. He's been wanting to kiss his lover from the start as soon as he stepped into his house earlier today.

"Lee-san...幸せに溢れ "

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A/N: I'm overflowing with happiness

June 27, 2016

Delirious, his mind would almost split with headache or come from Irie's lust-filled cries, it was that time Lee couldn't even find faults of his reasons. Slowly ripped away from his inhibitions as he pounded his sword inside Irie's throbbing hole, delirious of the blood-shutting tightness it showcased. Short puffs of air were visible as he exhaled deeply trying to channel all of his energy, might as well his feelings, through his vigor fuck. Satisfaction will be no longer a distant memory, he thought watching his lover arching his sexy back.

His hands freely roaming at Irie's lithe frame, making the nipples a victim of his perverted assaults. His head lingering at Irie's neck, inhaling the sweet musk emitted from their passionate sex. Asking leeway for his member to maneuver deeply at Irie's tight hole, Lee managed sweet noting to the brunette's ears.

Left-eye closed Lee jerked at the sudden clamping of his member, knowing that the deed just gave his lover the opposite effect. Still, he didn't surrender as he tried to impale Irie with perseverance, their body colliding with each thrust.

With a tight grip to Irie's thighs, Lee made sure the brunette had no escape of his monstrous cock. It would be a bit sadistic seeing how his lover's eyes rolled at the back of its lids with pleasure, or how his moans were short-clipped the moment he deliberately take it to the hilt, prostrate not even spared.

When the last shove was met with Irie's forceful thrust, Lee felt his member shudder as it came loads of semen inside Irie's body, milking his entrance with the essence. His lover doing the same spilling a little of it at his abdomen, milk slowly slid at his abs, an evidence of their high gone sexual.

"Fuck I overdid i----,"

Irie doubling in his vision as he slipped from consciousness, passing out towards the bed with a soft thud.

And here he thought sex could reduce stress and headache----

July 2, 2016

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Irie lay quietly against the pristine white sheets of the hotel's bed with only the sound of his thudding heartbeat and his deep pants for air filled the room. He stared blankly at the ceiling with his half-lidded eyes, obviously basking in the aftermath of their intense sex.

Their first.

Ahh... For Irie, it's been years, but he felt pride for taking Lee's first time with a man. The guy was sensational-- a total beast. The young oyabun's lips stretched to a small smile with just the thought of it. Irie took a deep breath before turning to look at his lover whom he only realized just now that had already passed out.

"Crap! Lee-san!"

The sudden movement made Irie gasp and hiss as his entrance throbbed in definitive pain. Right. They have done it really hard for sure. Irie kept his hips still, reaching out to check, and even hoping Lee didn't break him there. The last thing he'd want to see now is him bleeding. Good thing he wasn't. The only liquid oozed out from him was Lee's essence-- it was quite a lot and Irie blushed hard feeling it trickle down his thighs. It was yet another experience Lee had made him feel and he's glad the perpetrator couldn't witness such an embarrassing sight.

Irie's phone started ringing like mad before knowing it was Takuzo who had been waiting at the door with the items his young waka had asked for: fever patches, medicines, change of clothes for Lee, among other things. He even wished he had requested for some menthol patch for his aching back.

"Takuzo. Leave the bag in front of the door. Go home and tell dad not to worry about me. But don't tell him where I am now." his rather raspy voice echoed through the bald yakuza's receiver, in which Takuzo immediately affirmed and didn't further question. Throwing his phone aside, he let himself cuddle next to his lover even for a few seconds. With hips that could barely move, Irie then pulled himself together for a shower. Once clean and all decent once more, he quickly grabbed the bags from outside the door.

Making the larger man turn to lie supine on the bed, Irie made sure he's extra gentle on cleaning up Lee. Quietly tending to his feverish lover, he squeezed the excess of the iced water on the towel before patting it on the scalding skin, making sure he gets every nook and cranny clean and cooled off. Even after the deed, Irie felt slightly embarrassed when he had to wipe Lee down there even knowing full well that Lee's large thing has been inside of him minutes ago. To hell with his embarrassment, he worked quickly until he had finished and gotten the tall male into some fresh clothes, leaving a cooling gel patch on his forehead.

"Alright. You're all good. Just wake up soon so you can take your medicine, Lee-san."

Taking a good stare at the drained look of his lover, he sighed, thinking maybe he shouldn't had entertained the idea of them having sex, knowing full well that Lee's not in his top shape. Somehow, the brunette felt guilty. But then again, it won't change anything right now. All he's thankful for is that Lee is here, with him, even though he disregarded his job-- his tons of responsibility back in Manhattan just to see him and clear all the misunderstandings about that Helga girl. He reached for Lee's warm cheeks and sighed, fighting his tears back that have gathered on the edge of his eyes then burying his face on the sheets next to Lee.

"I'm really sorry... For doubting your love for me. You even rushed just to fix things even with a fever... Ahaha... Aren't you a stupid one sometimes? Really..."

"...What did I do to deserve you..?"

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July 7, 2016

In his unconscious haze he could feel the comforting cold temperature slowly sweeping from his head down to the rest of his body as he slumbered himself at the visiting dream slowly accumulating in his head.

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LEE MONTCLAIRE’s POV [two days B.I (Before Irie) : more like his dream state]

My life consisted of me tasting my helper’s espresso, a morning walk with my Doberman, Linguini, and an hour of work-out in my private gym. If you’d try asking me, it was pretty peachy, a bit monotonous but still on the right track here and there. Surely I couldn’t care how they dealt with their coffee nor the way I wanted my coffee black---like my soul perhaps.

Enough with the coffee talk, there’s more problem worse than those beans; stocks plummeting, companies under your regime falling, trading disasters---worse, your ex blatantly posting her pictures together with her ‘current’ boyfriend on a social media. I know, I have no such right to be salty but men were prone to have the inability to move on despite the centuries ago relationship. Who knew the newly appointed CEO of Montclaire didn’t had the decency to forget his ex.

--He was vulnerable, no, I am vulnerable.

And you know what vulnerable men do during weekends? Drink like there’s no tomorrow. To hell with Monica, Erica, Rita, Tina, Sandra, Mary, Jessica or even Helga as I grabbed my cellular device with a sullen expression.

“Oscar, my house, now.”

“What the actual f*ck man! Is that the proper way of inviting someone!? You’re bred to do it properly ya’ kno,” Ya’ kno, my ass.

I cleared my throat,

“Oscar, my house, now.”

Same monotone voice.

“Why am I really friends with you again?” Asshat, I heart that. You’re the one who wormed yourself in my life.

“Enough, you can just reject the offer.”

I was about to end the call when he muttered, “What stick came up into your ass anyways!?” along the lines.

“More like what kind of chick I shoved my dick the other day.”

She was detestable who knew fake orgasm was such a trending talent right now.

“Whoa. Whoa. Chill.”

“I AM CHILL”

No.

“Jesus, you’re acting like you have a period.”

“Man-period,”

I supplied with a gruff.

“You’re drinking scotch aren’t you? Dealing with your sass at such an early hour.”

But the rest of his words came into a blur as a report flash on the plasma screen regarding our main partner corporation having illegal transactions, a huge scandal. Great, another thing to ‘celebrate.’

When Oscar arrived at one in the afternoon, I was still pretty much ‘sane’ as I greeted him at the doorstep with a rum on my hand. I really have a high tolerance for alcohol shenanigans, just don’t fed me beer, I’m allergic to some of its brewing process. I was negotiable as I invited him for a late lunch which he never declines since Oscar and Food are the best of friends.

“So what caused you into a cathartic drinking craze?” His eyes gazing at the lots of empty bottle adorning the pristine floor.

“Helga.”

I muttered as I put the smoke to the ashtray, lighting another one.

“That witch—“He seethed as he started cursing my ex in a censored frenzy.

“I was kidding,”

well halfway.

“It was the McLane’s, my father will f*cking kill me. I was the one who signed the contract with them.”

Puffing the smoke to the air, I wondered that is it just me or life’s trying to turn me crazy.

“We know your old man won’t do that, kill you that is. Your mother on the other hand----“He snickered but halted as soon as he met my icy glare.

“Well you’re their only son! They’d treasure you just like a deer’s head hung atop a fireplace.”

“WOW, I really felt loved.”

Laced with sarcasm, I throw another glare at Oscar, he never learns.

The next thing we know, it was completely dark outside and the clock read 23:47. It was that time the booze hit us hard. Oscar was a wild and noisy drunk as he sang ‘Wrecking Ball’ while riding the huge glass globe in the living room.

“Break that and I’ll break your f*cking neck,”

I said curtly with a smoke on my left hand and a bottle of whiskey on my right, like a perfect adult example.

To add with the wildness, I’m a type of drunk who stares at a certain object for hours and wonder are we alone in the universe? This time a painting of a villa was not spared.

“Oscar, oi! Oscar.”

I throw a pillow at the now sprawled adult on the marble starting to doze the booze away.

“hng—wh---what fire? Fire!?” he stood erect running like a banshee as I stared at him with open stupidity.

“Can you give me your Malibu Villa?”

With a calm, testing the waters.

“No.” He shook his head firmly, “I may be drunk but I ain’t giving that property to you!” Then stomped his left foot like a f*cking five year old.

“Oh come one! You haven’t use it for I don’t know, like decades?”

I exaggerated knowing that Oscar really fancied that piece of property. It’s where he and Kyoko f*ck like energizer bunnies.

It took another two hours of me bargaining with Oscar as we finally reach on a compromise. Betting it on a Russian roulette; that if I won the villa will be mine and if I lost, I’ll grant him a one-time wish. I smirked with confidence knowing that ‘I never lose.’

----Well, I lost.

Oscar started dancing like he was literally on fire since he never, scratch that, once defeated me at such lame game. I just ignored him and continued drinking my booze. It can’t be that bad right? He’s not that crazy to order me to do strange sh*t.

----Well, wrong.

“Oi Lee, this master of yours have a great idea!” He snapped his fingers in a brink of a Eureka moment, “I order you to play Hobo for a month!” Wait, what!? I spewed my drink as I listened to his idiotic dare.

“But I’ll give you the villa if you’ve completed the task,” He then smacked a pen and a paper in front of the coffee table. The paper’s content looks like a scrawny written contract which I wondered as to how a drunk like Oscar managed to conjure one.

“Whatever.”

Signing the piece of paper I slumped beside it.

WOW. That piece of chair looks amazing, I murmured starting to divert my drunken attention to a rather fine piece of wooden chair.

I didn’t even realize that the dare would be a catalyst to another tale spanned to either a fairytale or a version of me going Hamlet.

Lee really thought that it was nothing but a casual sneezing and sniffing here and there but it turns out that it was much worse. Throwing a couple of coughing fits, he managed to push his heavy self in a sitting position as his shaky hands reached towards the small cabinet beside the bed.

With Irie's assistance he managed to drink his medicine and immediately lay back to the bed with him tightly holding Irie's hands.

"I'm really sorry... For doubting your love for me. You even rushed just to fix things even with a fever... Ahaha... Aren't you a stupid one sometimes? Really..."

If Oscar would've heard that, the guy would definitely make a snide comment that Lee's just plainly stupid from day one, visible in a naked eye.

"...What did I do to deserve you..?"

"Oh Irie."

He closed his eyes as his hand clasped tightly at his lover's. He couldn't believe that after all these years of dullness he'd met someone he could finally love--

again

.

"I'd ask the back at you."

He leaned forward and kissed his lovers hands.

July 28, 2016

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For most people who barely know the guy, Irie Tsukishima is a blank canvass personified. Most of his friends from college have even nicknamed him the white prince of the Graphic Arts Department. His personal background is incredibly protected by the Dean; even their professors couldn't establish a concrete theory on where he came from or who his parents are. Pure. Untainted. Just like the color associated to him. For them, the legendary white prince could come into one's life and disappear in a blink of an eye without leaving any trace. This has become such a topic that girls and even boys became interested in befriending him. Yet somehow, Irie could not reach out from the invisible bubble that his suspicious family background had long established even if he wanted to. It's what happens when you're trying to live your life normally when in fact, your roots are permanently tied to your notorious yakuza family, prohibiting you to live a peaceful life of a commoner. That and Irie happens to be the sixth successor of the group and had to take over as soon as he turns 26. At such a young age! It was as if his family had put on a curse on him in the foreseeable future. At such age, he will have to succumb to the life paved by his ancestors and won't be able to find enjoyment a young adult would in his mid-twenties. If he had to make friends, the chances of him not being found out is slim and who would want to stay friends with a future yakuza boss anyway?

Sometimes his classmates would try to reach out and invite him to a mixer but it's just not Irie's scene. 'It's best to just lie low.' Irie would always think to justify the situation. With that, Irie had gained yet another notoriety record of being a plain snob. Words such as 'Oh he thinks he's just too good to be hanging out with us' or 'Maybe he's just too depressed to be socialising' spread around yet none of the rumors hit the right reason. No wonder the young waka would just head home alone or head to the library in the solace of his own company after classes. He was partly at fault for fanning the blaze afire with all the wrong choices. He didn't want the same thing that occurred back in senior highschool happen again and shatter him to pieces.

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Looking back, Irie's last year in senior high would have been very dull if it weren't for the varsity jock that accidentally hit him with a soccer ball on the face while he pass by the school field one afternoon. It was a total straight-out-of-a-shojo-manga kind of moment that Irie finds really annoying.

Yet the guy who came running to help him was anything but. That tousled black hair accentuated by droplets of sweat, the slanted eyes filled with genuine concern and his sun-drenched scent mixed with his own dreamy musk totally captivated the 19 year old waka in a snap.

"Will you go out with me?"

Imposing such question while your victim is bleeding on a piece of tissue stuck in his nostrils... It suddenly took back the idea of the shojo manga-esque Irie has imagined minutes ago. Smitten by the young waka, Touya Asahi did not hesitate to pop the question. Ah. The perks of being young and aggressive. Of course, Irie was caught off guard. He's still yet to punch the man for damaging his nose but the sincere, piercing black eyes demanded for his answer right away.

Irie's chest throbbed, finally realizing as to why he had rejected so many girls from the past. He wasn't interested in porn like any healthy young adolescent male would. At one point, Irie thought he's going to die alone for being such a grade-A wuss of a virgin. He couldn't even understand his own sexuality. And yet... This guy saw through him and did not even hesitate even if gay relationship in this modern times is still taboo. It was a rather bold move. Well, what would you expect from the aggressive varsity of the university soccer team? Touya Asahi is not the one who would hold back. Not when he'd found the male with the prettiest face he'd been wishing for his entire highschool life.

Three months...

It was then when Irie and Touya shared their blooming love before the judgemental eyes of the public. Things like 'Ahh... So that's why he's so quiet' and 'I can't believe it! Asahi-kun is... And that quiet boy is...' The pair did not give a single damn. Touya would often frolic across the field towards his Irie, like a ray of sunshine that he already is just to give his boyfriend a peck on the lips sending his fans on a rage while Irie feared for his own life. Apparently, the wrath of scorned fangirls are far more dangerous than those heavily tattooed yakuza men.

Touya was the ideal lover for Irie. Sweet, gentle, caring... Even the guy is a top performer in bed. Well, you'll have to have endurance when dating a youthful sportsman after all. Irie's highschool life went from the dumpsters up to cloud nine. Yet, behind all this happy couple vibe, for three months, Irie did so well in hiding his personal background to Touya, fearing that their relationship would end when he finally reveals his true identity.

He had never been so wrong.

Touya found out about Irie's identity when a former classmate from junior high told him everything about the young man's family background. The truth took a toll on their relationship. Touya suddenly became cold and aloof the following days until one day, Irie saw him with a different guy getting all familiar and close. Like how Irie and Touya once was back then. The hurt on Irie's eyes emanated when he himself broke it off and witnessed the taller male's apathy from the decision.

Irie had never been so wrong...

With that, he made his decision and completely ran away from home, severing his ties with his family. Only when he did that will he ever live his life freely; finally stepping out of that invisible barrier that held Irie back from living a normal life.

All was well and smooth sailing during his the course of his college life until he graduated with a degree. He had tried his best to not get involved with men anymore and yet, it seems fate has been trying to squeeze itself back and toy his feelings through Mikuo's persona and then, right after, this certain hobo had just waltzed into his life out of nowhere, begging for food and giving life advices.

Fate surely knows how to play with the young yakuza when his hobo friend turns out to be a billionaire who's bored with his life and did a bet with his friend for a play pretend hobo life. Irie thought he had long buried his pitiful romantic side and yet, this hobo turned CEO unknowingly set the fire ablaze. From friends, to colleagues, to lovers. Even after knowing Irie's true identity as a future yakuza leader, Lee Saiyounji Montclaire was not fazed by the hard fact. The two were just too smitten with one another that even distance could not dampen their desires.

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Irie's hazed expression was glued on Lee as he helped him take his medicine. Returning the sweet gesture, Irie kissed back Lee's hand and kept still, not even parting his lips from the large, warm hand. He felt the man's thumb graze over his upper lip and he could feel shivers running down his spine, reminding him of the passion they shared just moments ago.

Before he could even resume to any lewd action, he stopped himself, clearing his throat.

"I'm going to order food. Will you be able to eat anything other than soup?" He asked in a gentle tone while ringing up room service.

"Soup will just be fine, dear. "

Irie blushed from the name calling. True, he had called Lee differently while they were flirting back in his place, calling him 'hot stuff' but the way Lee called him 'dear' was incredibly sweet that sent him blushing up to his ears. As soon as he finished placing his order, he sat at the edge of the bed next to Lee, quiet and still. With Lee's presence, Irie could barely calm down. His mind still wanders off to the moment when he was being held down by those strong arms while his chest was being attacked by Lee's warm mouth. He laughed to himself, wondering how had be become such a lewd person like this. Lee somehow brings out the naughty in him.

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August 9, 2016

“Soup will just be fine, dear.”

Lee mumbled followed by coughing fits before he calmed down and saw his blushing lover. Irie did certainly like that, Lee thought as he nestled himself at the bed, his hands scooping Irie's waist affectionately.

His eyes trailed at his lover as Irie’s hips swayed downright smooth towards the telephone receiver, his thoughts starting to muddle towards unknown perverseness. As if afraid his weird ideas would be revealed, he managed a deep cough trying to mask his intentions.

Trying to get his mind off the lucid imaginations of Irie and his mind-blowing activities earlier, Lee reached for his phone inside his duffel bag. The usual screen appearance of a fruit ensued followed by the phone’s regular settings before it completely transform into a mad device of ringing per second.

1905 MISSED CALLS

5426 MESSAGES

If people had seen those notifications on the screen would thought that Lee’s truly loved must be crazy. None of these messages were even concerned with his condition, just a bunch of hysterical shouts as to where their CEO had gone.

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I've read the emails

you've sent last week.

CC your unit.

SEEN 08.15.XX

I'm coming for you

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SEEN TODAY

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Lee felt all his hair rose judging the calm text Josephine relayed, add to that the seemingly cunning heart emoticon beside it. It was if a calm before a storm. He tried to calm himself knowing he’d gone Houdini to all his staff without even informing them. Josephine wouldn't even answer his calls which was weird knowing the woman always carries her cellular even inside the bathroom.

*BAM.

“Well that was fast.”

He faked laugh as he saw his other secretaries barging at his room with medusa on their back, all of them not amused.

“Trying to fake sickness aren’t we?” Josephine stormed towards Lee’s bed as she managed to drag the poor man out of the comforter.

“W—wait Josephine I’m SICK! Really.”

Like a petulant child he tried to reason out as he was dragged by the rest of the team out of the room.

With all of the commotion Josephine just noticed a frantic Irie who did try reasoning out with the rest of the team. She snapped her fingers and her horde stopped manhandling the poor guy as Lee weakly scrambled back to bed.

“And your staff are clearly my anti-fan.”

He chuckled knowing that Josephine’s secretarial team had known how rebellious and petulant their CEO was. Their attitude clearly sticking it in a real deal when they’re on a flock but when alone feared Lee as they shook like a leaf. The power of a mob, Lee thought as he glanced back at Josephine whose scowl turned into a bedazzling smile.

THIS.IS.NOT.GOOD.

“Oh my! Irie Tsukishima I’m very sorry to barge inside.” She clasped Irie’s hands maniacally as if trying to bleed for a famous scoop. “So what position? condom, no? Vanilla or Chocolate?” she whispered behind here unsuspecting flock.

Before Irie would’ve managed to get caught by Josephine’s web, Lee decided to shove her secretary who’s still in high spirits together with the herd she’d summoned.

“Wait for me in the lobby J.”

"B-but. " Josephine wailed as she glanced at Irie before managing a nod, still not getting over with all the rotten ideas emerging in her head which was probably true.

With a deep sigh Lee managed to lean at the door, soothing his temples.

“Just forget J’s questions---- she's crazy.” The understatement of the year.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,”

his eyes fixated at Irie as he stalked towards his lover.

“ Who was that man holding your arms in your house?”

he queried. A fever won’t be an escape when it comes to Lee’s memories especially a man who watches Irie the way he watches a woman. He’d known that man was different, he’d better not be doing something funny to Irie.

“Fuck that man.”

He muttered as he glanced sideways stupefied about his insecurities and their long distant relationship.

September 4, 2016

Feeling Lee's hand around his waist gives Irie an ecstatic feeling, a further affirmation of the man's desire in which gave a pleasant surprise to the young oyabun. He knows Lee is straight-- was, so there's still this tiny, little worry-wart voice inside him that kept bugging his mind. The Helga issue had finally cleared up and Irie is firm about Lee and he didn't want to entertain any negative thoughts and petty doubts about the man. He knew Lee as a genuine person however fickle he might be sometimes, even for the shortest time knowing the man. Heck, the way Lee pounded Irie in their passionate moments, even taking him by the mouth and swallowing without showing any sign of disgust in his eyes says a lot about the CEO's true feelings for him anyways.

Irie's eyes trailed at the male's handsome face, his fingertips caressing Lee's stubble, noting how sexy the man is even when wearing the rugged look. He almost burst into laughter upon mentally joking himself that he might be hobophiliac. He was about to lean down for a kiss when he heard a commotion by their room door.

"Room service? That was fast. I'll go check the door." Irie said while Lee opens his duffel bag until a series of alerts blasted from the damned device. Before Irie could touch the door lever, there came in a horde of business-looking people with stern faces, shoving Irie aside along with one familiar blonde woman with sharp, foreign features.

"J-josephine?!" Irie muttered in surprise before closing back the door.

"Trying to fake sickness, are we?"

This is bad, Irie thought. He was slightly stunned because of the sudden commotion but once he saw Josephine drag Lee out of the comforters, he just had to march through the bunch of determined staff and stopping Josephine from manhandling his lover.

"Wait please! Be careful with him, he really is sick! Miss Josephine!" Irie tried to reason out for Lee but the other staff shoved him off and away from the commotion. It was only then when Josephine noticed the familiar face of the guy whom his boss visited one night and ending up locking themselves in the bedroom of his apartment. Irie hoped that the gleam in Josephine’s eyes upon seeing him wasn't about his suspicion that the woman have any clue between his relationship with Lee, but as she grabbed his hands and asked some embarrassing questions, he knew he's in too deep to deny things.

“So what position? condom, no? Vanilla or Chocolate?” Irie blushed heavily from the way Josephine whispered such vulgarities. The man is a terrible liar and his facial expression-- half in-denial and half embarrassed by the truth gave Josephine just about everything she wanted to know without Irie uttering a single word. He didn't know how to respond until finally Lee saved him from the damned woman. Thank heavens. Irie would have just answered her straight out and it would be such a scene if he did.

"Don't mind J's questions. She's crazy." Lee said as Irie looked down with a sigh of relief once the herd of secretaries dismissed themselves from the room. Though it was only a momentarily relief when Lee posed a follow up question.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, who was that man holding your arms in your house?... Fuck that man...”

Irie’s chest tightened upon hearing the question as he looked up, shock painted all over his face. How will he tell Lee that the man he's querying about is the same guy who overheard his lustful voices during his long distance phone sex with Lee. He cannot imagine the rage on Lee's face once he knew that happened.

"Sawada Daichi. He's the SP that my father assigned to guard me and stay by my side at all times. He is also the head of our security division." Irie thought he could get away with that reason but Lee seems to be waiting for more. He may have not answered the real question Lee wanted to ask anyway. Why Daichi is holding and looking at him with such desire.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault... I wasn't careful enough. He..." Irie’s voice cracked as his head lowered, leaning down against Lee's chest. He didn't know what to say... how to say it. Irie didn't want to upset Lee, not now that his lover still has fever to recover from.

"He did what Irie?" the raven looked up meeting Lee's face. His tone was calm and yet his eyes emitted anger and worry. Irie parted his trembling lips, his hands gripping on Lee's arms.

"The morning we... talked on the phone? Well. He overheard us. Me. Letting out noises. I wasn't being careful. Since then he's been... making his advances even though I kept pushing him away. When I saw the headline in the newspaper about you while in Manhattan, I was heartbroken and he offered to comfort me but I firmly rejected him. That's when you arrived..." Irie buried his face on Lee's chest, not wanting the man to panic or do anything rash just for his sake. Sawada is part of the yakuza and no one messes with them. Not even a multimillionaire CEO.

"You don't have to worry, Lee-san. I have rejected him already. I have--"

His words trailed off upon being interrupted by a knock on the door. Worst timing, ever.

"Waka. Please open up."

It was Akio. Irie almost didn't want to open the door when a familiar voice mingled with Akio's.

"What is he doing here?" Surely this is clearly getting out of hand. Lee is on the brink of getting a rage from jealousy and anger on Daichi and now his father is just outside their room, an impending doom just waiting to happen.

"F-forgive me Lee-san!" Without thinking, Irie pushed Lee aside and behind the door before quickly opening it, meeting his equally surprised father.

A scowl turned into a relieved sigh, his father stepped in and held Irie's shoulder by both hands. "What's with this disappearing act? Sawada is going nuts wondering where you might be. He said you had a visitor before you were gone. Goddamnit, Irie."

"Father, I'm sorry. I just needed a breather... I thought I'd want a change of scene so. I'm fine father. Please I-I'll be back home maybe tomorrow and--"

Irie stopped talking lies after lies upon seeing his fatger scowl on the sight over his shoulder. It was Lee who have emerged from behind the door.

"Who the hell is this?" His voice was low and solid, glaring at the stranger's face.

October 30, 2016

Lee was about to say something regarding Irie and his very dependable SP, note the sarcasm but he was suddenly pushed behind the door. It was so sudden that his left foot almost crossed his right, causing an inevitable fall but he thank the poor door as he managed to lean all of his height from it.

The CEO could’ve sworn he looked stupid by now judging how he was flatly compressed between the door and the wall. With his ire starting to rise, he suspected that the SP might be the one pounding on the door trying to confess his undying love to his lover.

Not liking the turn of events, he untangled himself in his own mess and marched toward where Irie was standing to give the man a piece of his mind.

Instead of doing such, his face almost drained its color, his eyes wide open before he managed to give a stoic smile at the man standing in front of the door.

Before he could make a fool out of himself further, his hands extended to the said person,

“I deeply apologize for this uncanny situation Sir. My name is Lee and your son happens to be a friend of mine who helped me nurse my cold,”

Of course, luck wasn't on his side for the one standing proudly in the door was no other than Irie's father.

“I guess you know who I am if you’re this close to my son.” The man raise his brow obviously not buying his bullshit before he firmly grip Lee’s hands and shook it. Strong enough for Lee to realize the man wasn’t too fond of a stranger suddenly getting buddy-buddy with his son.

Wearing the usual business smile he excused himself from the father and son, away from all the tension and awkwardness swirling at the doorway. He couldn't let himself stay in that room knowing fully well judging how Irie's father kept sending him glares. So as if to say he's going to have a talk with his son with him 'out' of the picture. With a sigh, he dragged himself towards the closet, pulling a plain shirt before he managed a brief nod to the two entities watching him carefully inside the room.

He clenched his teeth tightly not wanting to introduce himself in such manner that deemed him like a foolish mess. Lee wasn’t amused by how Irie’s father had seen him with his son inside a hotel room. Only a fool would not realize what they’re doing in said room and THEY’RE clearly not having a tea party inside of it while being topless.

“That’s certainly a face I’d pay a hundred bucks.” Josephine greeted Lee at the lobby which in return the CEO managed to scowl. He didn’t need Josephine’s input, he’s certainly not in a mood for it.

As soon as Josephine caught wind behind the animosity of his greens, she managed to clear her throat and handed Lee a stack of folders. Lee wearily eyed another batch of folders and files that the rest of the team was carrying.

“Wait, what year is it now again?”

Lee pinched the bridge of his nose as he grabbed a fountain pen from Josephine’s breast pocket.

“Zip the sass.” Josephine rebuked which earned a raise of a brow from Lee. He eyed the black envelope with a golden crest of a skull with a snake popping at its empty sockets.

“Rare.”

He studied the envelope with close scrutiny as he open and read the letter. Neat cursive that hid a dire message, bearing a gift of a foul news.

“Return to the office at once, I’ll follow in a moment.”

It wasn’t a request and Josephine knew something’s up judging how Lee crumpled the gold paper in his hands.

“Lee where are you going!?”Josephine eyed the CEO as Lee turn his heel back at the elevator. Josephine, too afraid, her CEO's going to pull another Houdini to her.

“I still have a person to gut, an uncle to sell my soul to, and an orphan to entertain. Ta ta’ for now.”

He threw the fountain pen back which the other secretary managed to catch clumsily.

“This is just getting great.” Lee grumbled, hands all over his face out of frustration. Glancing at his phone who was blaring for an unanswered call.

He stayed outside the room, afraid that Irie's father was still there. Inaudibly groaning he answered the call on its fourth ring,

"Lee parlando. Allora, chi sono io che vado a uccidere questa volta?*"

Eyes gleam a spark of mischief before the conversation blurred in rapid italian.

*Lee speaking. So who am I going to kill this time?

February 4, 2017

Tsukishima Yasuhiro is a man of power and pride. One would tremble upon mentioning his name and as his son and heir in line, Irie guesses he should also possess those characteristics. But now, seeing the fearsome man standing in front of the hotel room where he and Lee did it with scrutinizing eyes, the young heir could never face him with that same pride and power he wanted him to have. It was as if the lion had cornered and trapped the cub with no escape. Irie knew that someday, he will have to admit his sexuality to his father that he had tried hiding for years. He knows, because the young oyabun had exhausted himself from running away and hiding from the truth.

"Father. P-please come in."

"You shouldn't confide with Takuzo for petty lies like this. He is a loyal brother of the group and he was loyal to me first."

"I'm sorry."

"Irie."

The raven-haired male almost jumped from his chair as his father called his name using a hard tone but his face softened, cupping it with his palms following a deep sigh. Irie kept his lips sealed but his eyes could never hide the surprise in them.

"For three years, I have let you out there on your own. I let you choose the path you want to take because honestly, the life of a yakuza gives mercy to no one..." he lifted his face up to meet Irie's. "...but I want you to experience freedom even for a bit. 'A bit' is all I can give you because you have my blood-- our lineage. Somehow, someday, you have to take over. I've watched you the whole time. Even before Irumi found your apartment... And you seem to be doing so well."

"You were spying on me?!" Irie couldn't believe it. He thought he had lived as freely as he thought but he was wrong.

"Just looking after the well-being of my son. And I can confidently say, I am proud of you. "

Irie felt a tight lump on his throat upon hearing his father call him like that. After all this time...

"Well, that was a first... you've always called me your heir and I couldn't stand how it sounds."

Yasuhiro chuckled that startled the young man. He wasn't sure his father still knows how to laugh until today. He had never heard him laugh after his mother's death. Irie always had this feeling that his father took it as a major blow in his life.

"Of course you are my son. I look a lot like you when I was younger, although you have your mother's eyes. I know you have the leadership trait within you as well."

Irie smiled slightly and trailed his eyes to the door, suddenly remembering Lee who was still outside the room, dealing with his secretaries. A lot of misunderstanding has happened today, but his relationship with Lee is not one of those and he is yet to admit it to his father. Beaming his wide, brown eyes back to the yakuza leader, he straightened up.

"I have something to tell you, father. I---"

"Before anything... Irie." His father stopped him and adjusted his kimono while looking away, clearly flustered. "This whole shenanigans has been very time consuming. If you have something important to tell me, go back home soon and we'll talk about it formally and privately... together with the other person involved."

Irie's eyes widened as his mouth gaped. His father probably have called it, after seeing him and Lee in such awkward fashion. Dear lord, he knows!

Irie sat down on the edge of the couch alone, waiting until Lee returns to their room. He could see the messy bed through the door's crack and somehow got lost in his thoughts of the remnants of their love making.

February 5, 2017

Lee didn't even notice Irie's father get out from the room nor the man walking behind him, he was sunbathing at the windows, still speaking to his long-lost uncle. Scratch that, the uncle he'd evaded like a plague and at the same time loves to the core.

"Sometimes I do wonder why you are so talkative at the phone while in personal you're so quiet as a mouse."

The man on the opposite receiver made a pregnant pause, totally conscious as to what his loosely-related nephew got to say.

"Fushimi Inari-Taisha, 8 a.m, tomorrow."

"You're just using this as an excuse to go sight-seeing."

"...."

"Are you bringing your axes with you?"

"No."

Thank heavens his uncle wasn't on his pink mood to maybe just slash thugs on a dark street.

"Good and please do dress 'normally' so you don't dim my sparkle,"

Lee couldn't help but place a palm on his face as he remember the days his uncle tends to dress over the top. Who dresses in an expensive suit inside a fish market!? Lee could certainly conclude that his father's side of relatives are weird and illegal. Illegal was the keyword Lee sighed heavily as he went to Irie's room.

He knocked out of formality, who knows what Irie's father would do with him if he barges inside like he owns the room. He composed himself, his eyes searching the room finding no tough man in Kimono inside.

Irie answered his thoughts as the dreaded man finally left the room. Lee couldn't help but sigh with relief, it seems that God was in his favor this time. He wasn't prepared to meet Irie's dad. Lee felt that the man could roughen him up and cut him in half then bath with his Montclaire blood. It was his exaggeration but Lee didn't leave the possibility down into a X.

"It seems that the both of us have a lot of thing in mind."

Lee stared at Irie's face that was plagued by an unannounced problem. How he wish he could just ease up all of his lover's problem but that's just his wishful thinking.

Lee sat beside Irie, his hands easily snaked at Irie's shoulder's, placing the raven-haired angel's head into his warm embrace. He combed his fingers through Irie's spilled-ink hair, even the gesture itself was totally uncharacteristic from Lee. His eyes staring straight at nothing particular, all he could feel was the warmth of Irie under his embrace.

He was in an euphoric bliss.

"I'll be heading to Kyoto in like---"

He glanced at his wristwatch with a childish pout,

"---four hours from now."

He left the details behind hoping that Irie would just leave it as it is.

He was really angry not to have another day vacant to cuddle and have sex with his lover. He blamed his poor excuse of an uncle who'd just arrive at Kyoto without his prior notice. Of course, the other party lack the tact of talking how much more informing Lee regarding his sudden visit. All he could do was just chuckle at his strange familial members, he owed his uncle a lot.

He glanced at Irie, he didn't like the idea of his angel meeting a brute who can just take life like it was nothing. That's maybe the reason he hated mafia's or other illegal organizations. He seemed to have a love and hate relationship with his uncle, not that he didn't notice.

With a lot of thoughts that would almost fry up his brain, Lee kissed his lover.

"Round two?"

He egged his lover in saying yes, his tongue tracing his thin lips.

February 5, 2017

Irie wasn't too fond of all the dramas happening around him especially now that he only have a limited time with his lover. Soon, Lee would have to go back to Kyoto knowing Josephine had even followed him all the way here in Fukushima. The young oyabun knew that having a perpetually busy of a CEO as a lover would only bring him trouble... and vice versa. Yet, there he is, entering the door with longing eyes, entrapping him around his warm embrace. Lee Montclaire is the only person who could build him up with confidence a thousand times only to make his heart melt by a single embrace.

"Father left a few minutes ago." Irie said in a hushed tone, nuzzling his face between the curve on Lee's neck and shoulders.

"It seems that the both of us have a lot of thing in mind."

Irie sighed and nodded. It's crazy how Lee could easily see right through him. Or was he just too transparent with emotions like how he was back in his apartment in Kyoto. Feeling Lee's fingers comb through his hair brought shivers down his spine as he shifted his hips trying to avoid getting a hard on. Jesus fucking Christ. Lee was being affectionate at this sweet moment and his body could never shut up about getting horny. Probably because he wasn't that satisfied this morning. Lee wasn't in his top shape, yes, he fucked his brains out but the fever held a lot back from the man.

Irie's blushing face could be seen through his ears as he tried to keep his cool, slowly frowning from yet another news of departure from his lover.

"I'll be heading to Kyoto in like, four hours from now."

"I understand. I still have two more days before going back to my apartment in Kyoto myself." Irie lifted his face to meet his lover's eyes and in return, pulled up a gentle smile. "I can't wait to go back to work seeing my sexy ass boss every day. I hope you realize you're smoldering hot when you wear that dead-serious face wrapped up in a suit--" a kiss stopped Irie momentarily from talking, moaning quietly before feeling that slight lick on his lower lip as Lee begged for one more round.

Dear heavens, Irie could have been dripping all this time, he could never deny Lee with those puppy eyes. Irie grabbed a fistful of Lee's collar and bit his lower lip, eyes glimmering with desire. The brunette didn't need to utter a word as he ground his hips against Lee's as they both tripped on the couch with Irie beneath the tall man.

February 18, 2017

"I'll take that as a yes."

Lee chuckled with unknown mien, scooped Irie's body from the couch, princess cradling him towards the bed.

The young Montclaire gently placed his lover at the comforts of the bed. It took just a second for all of his inhibitions to snap as he pushed Irie towards the soft duvet. Cupping Irie's chin, giving feathery kisses and then switching aggressively to torrid ones. His tongue exploring the deep caverns of his lover, slowly taking its claim in a sensual series of kissing. Soft sounds echoed inside the room as if the both of them had a lot of catching up to do, a full make out session of love enamored by lust.

Lee was kind of frustrated by the fact that he'd a fever the other day but he had Irie rest assured because the young oyabun's going to know how Montclaire's are on bed. The tasted bliss of their passionate kiss made Lee's member throb, to add to the spice, so his lover's moan as he find leeway to breathe in between the depths of their kisses.

Getting glimpse of his lover looking hot and bothered, he chuckled darkly as his head dipped down to Irie's pink nipples. Instantly, Lee took captive Irie's left nipple as he suckled and bite like it's the last thing he'd wanted to do. His right hand roaming free at the other nipple, squeezing it teasingly. He couldn't decide what to suckle as he kept moving between the left and right. He missed teasing Irie, Lee loved how his lover's expressions troubled with pleasure.

Peeking beneath his golden lashes, he was drowning in his lover's hazel hues clearly he'd made the right choice of choosing Irie Tsukishima. The man who both obtains fierceness and innocence within him.

He rotated himself in between Irie's southern regions,

"Rate me."

He teasingly dipped his head as he removed his lover's pants and briefs using that sexy mouth of his.

Despite giving a head seemed foreign from a recently turned straight guy, Lee couldn't help but marvel at Irie's member. He'd never seen lots of member in his lifetime but Irie sure had one that begs to be sucked. Snapping from his thoughts, he nibbled the already hardened member as his left hand cupped the balls playfully, his eyes with a hint of mischief as he squeezed the latter's member and released it.

Lee didn't had it in him, but unfortunately he'd obtained a sadistic streak as he saw Irie's pleasured face painted with troubled lust.

"Vanilla or Choco? You get to choose love."

He whispered with a hint of huskiness as he'd released his lover's member and gave it feathery kisses.

February 26, 2017

Lee is definitely a true, proper gentleman when he scooped Irie off the couch and led themselves back to bed. And here, Irie thought they'd catch up their heat on the couch at the living room of their suite. There's not a chance that would happen with the young Montclaire who basically knows the protocols of properly romanticizing anyone-- including a budding yakuza leader. Irie's face flushed red as he lightly clung to the man's neck, savoring everything that's new to him. The man was gentle and sickly sweet beyond measure. Lee was definitely strong too, for Irie isn't really as light as a feather. He is a grown man who had gained quite a build and yet Lee effortlessly managed to lay him down on the duvet with ease.

Irie's arm didn't release his lover's neck as he pulled it down until their lips meet, crashing into synchronization of lips molding into one. Irie felt bliss by Lee's dominance, shivering as the other's tongue traced the entirety of his hot cavern. Of course, Irie returned the kiss as the passionate exchange brought hot sensation throughout his body, and as if on cue, brought his hips grinding up against Lee's obvious arousal. He mewled upon feeling it, eagerly wanting the man. He could never get over his smoldering lover.

"Mnn... Lee-san..." he moaned against their crashing lips, his fingertips roaming on their own. His neck, ears, cheeks. Irie's fingertips glide above Lee's skin as they shifted from one spot to another, leaving nail marks on their way.

Gasping out as the man broke away from the kiss, Irie was caught in surprise when Lee lowered himself, attention diverted to his perky nipples. He's become a lot more sensitive especially on Lee's mouth. His leg shifted but brushed against Lee's hard on, and, being a mischievous one, Irie held his moans and let his leg play along. His knee grazed against the hard on, teasingly gliding down to the base until his whole lower leg began rubbing under the base up. Glancing through his long lashes, a glint of mischief reflected on his hazel eyes with a light smile curling up the corner of his lips.

"They're not going anywhere, love." He chuckled before tipping his head over, exhaling a soft moan. As usual, being always a worry-wart, Irie wondered it might leave a bruise if Lee kept on suckling his nipples that hard. He can get used to Lee sucking and teasing his nipples but he can't still get the hang of the man crawling down between his legs.

"Rate me."

Irie blushed heavily and he almost let out a weak mewl upon seeing his lover user his mouth to pull his garments, his throbbing arousal greeting the man in the face, slightly hitting his glasses. As much as Irie wanted to see everything that's about to happen, he couldn't help but to cover his face from extreme embarrassment.

"L-Lee-san... that's way too naughty...I mean ah--aahh~"

Irie immediately succumbed into bliss and pleasure when his member finally met his lover's lips, feeling the slightest ticklish sensation. One leg hooked over Lee's shoulder as his hips trembled, almost stopping himself from thrusting up in Lee's mouth. Why is he just so fucking good at everything? Irie cried out when Lee squeezed him while fondling over his balls, his thighs slightly tightening their grip on the young Montclaire's shoulders.

"Vanilla or choco? You get to choose, love."

"W-what's up with the 'vanilla or choco' thing? M-Miss Josephine also asked me that earlier-mmmnnn..! Is t-that maybe an--a-aaahhh American expression? It sounds so lewd to me... nghhh..."

Irie had started gripping Lee's hair, massaging the man's head as he lay there spasming randomly and just delving deeper into his own abyss of pleasure.

"Wh-whatever... maybe I'll choose... I don't know. Ch-chocolate. Is that better?"

March 14, 2017

"W-what's up with the 'vanilla or choco' thing? M-Miss Josephine also asked me that earlier-mmmnnn..! Is t-that maybe an--a-aaahhh American expression? It sounds so lewd to me... nghhh..."

It was at this moment Lee knew Irie fcked up, literally. "Wh-whatever... maybe I'll choose... I don't know. Ch-chocolate. Is that better?" His smile had gone broader as his eyes visibly hinted the anomaly of what was to happen upon his lover's request.

"Brace yourself,"

He chuckled darkly as he kissed Irie's navel, trailing kiss marks of possession out of him.

The young corporate slowly slid his digits into Irie's mouth, warm cavern greeted it with possession as he tried to seek Irie's mouth out for lubricant for what's about to happen down there. His eyes busy trailing at his lover's face twisted beyond lust and pleasure. Little did Irie know, Monclaire happens to have a little sadistic streak inside him, if not a little more.

Motioning to remove his glasses, he was about to go ready and dirty as he slowly descended in between Irie's wide-spread legs. Eyes glinting mischief, he slowly pushed one of his digits, prodding the little gaping bud into submission. His face nearing the entrance as his tongue slid together with his curious finger.

Irie Tsukishima tasted fine as wine, Lee keeping the perverted thoughts unto himself. Slowly, another finger slid quite dangerously as Lee begone to change his pace. Chocolate, Lee chanted the word like a mantra, clearly excited as he prepared his lover's entrance with uttermost care and well he be damned---pleasure.

As soon as he'd felt content of his self preparation, the young CEO nodded to himself as he situated himself inbetween Irie's, ready to mount him fully.

Tongue tracing his berry stricken lips, his emerald hues showed an animalistic gleam as he stared as his lover profusely emitting all its sexy grace. His member throbbed for carnal desire, the CEO then thrusted his raging hard-on into his lover's.

With no plead of mercy, he fckd Irie Tsukishima hard and raw. He grunted at the divine tightness of Irie, that he could almost feel stars dancing in his vision as Irie's muscles tightened at his member. Clearly his lover wasn't duly informed as to what 'Chocolate' meant which Lee thanked as much as the saying 'ignorance is a bliss' perceives it to be. He liked the moans that Irie elicited when he slowed the pace and the shouts whenever he quickened. The sensation was unutterably satisfying as he pressed his hilt further to Irie's tightening embrace.

--balls deep, Lee thought, his eyes glued at his lover panting heavily at their vigorous 'extracurricular' activity.

He'd wondered then and there Tsukishima Senior would probably skin him alive if he'd saw how Lee impaled his son sorely and precisely.

April 12, 2017

"Brace yourself..."

Irie's eyes glinted both a hint of panic and excitement as to what his mischievous lover is planning upon saying that. Although his hips were still weak from the other's sucking, he proactively sucked the digits that slid on his mouth. He well know where those fingers are going in later so the brunette made sure to coat it well, his tongue sliding in and out between Lee's fingers almost like fucking it. Of course, he made sure Lee could see his ways. But he himself is never aware of his lover's 'other ways' in bed.

He stopped as soon as he felt satisfied with his own little work, letting a thick string of saliva connect the tip of his tongue and those naughty fingers, his ass twitching with anticipation. He held his breath as one of the fingers slid in, shuddering from the sheer pleasure but he wasn't expecting the next one to infiltrate his entrance. Lee's tongue slithered inside his hole like a devil trespassing his sanity. Irie gasped, causing his thighs to close and tighten on his lover's head.

"Lee-san! Wh.. stop! Not there!" He cried out but then Lee's tongue and nose were already succumbed into his most private parts, eating and tasting every last scrumptious bit of the Tsukishima heir. Mewling weakly, Irie tried to move his hips away from the hungry devil beneath him, who kept darting his sly tongue wherever he wants to, but Lee's arms locked around his thighs, making sure Irie has no escape.

Two fingers in and fucking his ass, together with that same tongue, Irie's head felt like melting, his delusions starting to muddle towards unknown territories.

"Lee please... i.. i want... please fuck me already..." his words slurring as his own fingers tugged weakly on Lee's hair.

He got what he wished immediately as Lee greeted him with lust-stricken face, right after, filling him up balls deep. Irie arched his back, tugging the sheets beneath them and clamping Lee down.

"Yes, just like that..."

Irie wasn't aware how his voice went from prolonged moan and various short-clipped shouts while Lee thrashed his lithe body across the huge hotel bed, his face plagued with lust.

"Lee-san... God... Lee-s..san! Nnn! Ha-aaah!" He shouted as Lee immediately hit his sweet spot and kept hitting it repeatedly. "...F-fuck... that's too much... ahhn.. wait... Aah!!!" Of course, Lee didn't listen as he kept going through his sadistic streak. Irie came hard, his seed pooled and made a mess on his belly but lover didn't stop even his throbbing entrance clamps him down from the release.

The poor oyabun got devoured by his lover only because he didn't know what 'chocolate' means.

April 14, 2017

Sweat trailed at the jaws that hallmarked his facial expressions, eyes tightly shut as he fucked his lover senseless. He could swore he felt his eyeballs roll heavenwards beneath those shut lids of his. Irie's tight hole felt like the untouched heaven, the oasis he'd needed from the years of denied lust he's haphazardly controlled.

Like a piston, he kept his pace hard and fast, sweat trailed down at his toned chest down to that devious 'V'. There were only two things in Lee's life where he's quite as a mouse; when he's observing people and fucking the sense out of them. He'd hated idle sex talk despite offering Irie the chance of a sex talk and sweet nothings the previous night escapades. The young corporate owner was simply a man at work and had been always straightly speeding to his primal instincts, religiously following his motives like checking a to-do list.

The way sex had ran through his head, his heat more precisely. The moment where Lust won over thoughts. Lee leaned towards Irie as he felt his beloved lover spasm with ardor. He could see stars behind his lidded vision as to how Irie clamped his member like a pro-wrestler wringing an enemy's head.

"Fuck."

He muttered as he bit Irie's neck the moment he'd felt himself reach an almost succumbing climax. So close yet so far away, Lee covertly thought.

His right hand snaking at Irie's shoulder as he expertly maneuvered the both of them into another sex position, like Irie was just a sack of potatoes. With him fully positioned behind Irie as he faced his lover's back, he immediately resumed his pace, doubled as he impatiently tried to reach his grail of a release.

His right hand clasping Irie's neck as he bit it quite painfully the moment he'd felt his member pulsate and released inside his lover. Unsheathing his sword, he stared at his load slowly dripping down Irie's thighs, viridian hues transfixed at the gaping hole that's staring back at him.

All his inhibitions stopped the moment his lust driven brain get a grip of reality, his orbs drawn at the beautiful piece of art behind Irie. The tattoo which he'd complemented before but now that he'd understand the meaning, held an ominous sense.

Irie Tsukishima, his immaculate lover was a Yakuza.

The same kind of job with his Italian uncle, the kind of job that requires the guts to see the king of hell himself.

It wasn't promising, Irie might not be a proper Yakuza but he was the eldest and he knew from his experience that they would get their Heirs to inherit the position by hook or by crook. It might be his overthinking head the made him hug his lover, a grimace forming at his lips, his eyes glossed by worry.

"Promise me you won't kill or hurt anyone, Irie. This is a selfish request but please don't exchange Sake cups with your dad."

His embrace tightened as he waited for his lover's response.

April 15, 2017

S/N: DUE TO CHOCO'S CONNECTION PROBLEM WE'VE DECIDED TO POST BOTH OF OUR REPLIES IN ONE POST. IT WILL RESUME UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THANK YOU FOR THE KIND CONSIDERATION.

C H O C O B E R R Y

Pain and pleasure moulded into one, the young oyabun let Lee maneuver his lithe body in a different position. Quickly grabbing a pillow, he held on it for dear life as his Montclaire lover pounded inside him with vigor, craving for sooner release. And when he did, Irie couldn't help but elicit a soft moan as he was filled to the brim. The sensation of Lee pulling out and feeling the void with nothing but his lover's essence was a pleasureable high he couldn't get over with.

The room was filled with warmth and the voices of men panting deeply. Learning the hard way, Irie now knows what chocolate means as his hips could barely feel anything but pain and soreness, yet his heart was filled with happiness and content. Fate must be playing with their lives as it took away those feelings when Lee hugged him, wanting him to do the impossible.

"Promise me you won't kill or hurt anyone, Irie. This is a selfish request but please don't exchange Sake cups with your dad."

Killing has never crossed his mind but not exchanging sake cups with his father is quite impossible. Irie froze as his senses knocked him back to reality that the ceremony will take place soon. He could not promise Lee, yet he doesn't want to break his lover's heart. Heaven knows it is impossible to free himself from the dictates of his pre-written fate.

"Speaking of which... My father..." his embrace tightened, his hands shaking from whatever reasons plagued his mind before turning to face Lee.

"He wants to see you. Funny, I think he knows about us already." He met Lee's eyes, shyly peering through his lashes as he was back to his usual meek behavior and then shook his head down.

"But it's okay if you dont want to... You don't have to. I mean..." it shocked Irie's eyes whole being when he almost thought their relationship won't work because he is a yakuza. And everyone knows, getting involved with a yakuza will not bring any good in one's life. He looked back up with sad eyes, searching for Lee's answer in his eyes.

G I N

Lee stared at his lover for the longest of time before he grabbed his lover's soft hands fiddling with it. It seems that Irie ws not too fond of answering his simple request. The young corporate owner understand can emphatize with Irie basesd on experience. After all, he was left with no choice but to ran their business, inherit it himself, shouldering all the burdens that would befall upon the whole company. He himself was the face of their company for the future generation. Despite the keen understanding on his mental part, Lee couldn't shake the feeling of danger that could happen to his lover, the assurance that Irie Tsukishima would be safe at all times, he wished he could be with his lover 24/7. He can almost imagine himself go bald at the thought of Irie going to die any moment and all he can do was to pray at the opposite side of the earth.

His lover's going in places that shouldn't be delved by commoners, illegal transactions which Lee had usually turned a blind eye based on his Mafioso of an uncle. He doesn't need another shackling guilt that would trample him over and over again.

Still, amidst all of this thoughts circling his mind like a hurricane, Lee Saiyounji-Montclaire loved Irie Tsuikishima.

Verdant hues stared at his lover as he forced a smile, acting as if he was diverted by the new topic Irie was trying to pull off. Funny how his lover would do lengths just to evade a simple yes or no question. It was so hard to pull a believing lie which he couldn't believe himself.

"The leader himself?"

Eyes held a playful glint as he trailed pecks of kisses at Irie's jaw.

"So eager to kill me now, Irie?"

He laughed at his own lame attempt of a joke.

"Sure I would love to meet your father, wait let me take a shower."

he untangled the sheets and left the bed, his broaden shoulders facing Irie as he exited towards the shower room with a hurry.

It took a good thirty minutes to convince a suspicious Josephine to let Lee visit Irie's house again. He could've sworn the woman was a demon, but it seems to dwindle in comparison to his mom. Tsubaki Saiyounji was the devil herself, no contest.

Lee tried to get a good conversation out of his lover but Irie was having none of it. Instead, the both of them stood erect at the huge wooden doors of Tsukishima-gumi. The cliché house which shouts 'a yakuza surely lives here'. Gripping Irie's hands, the both of them entered the house. Lee kind of taken the layout to his memory as he glided at the maze-like house with an ease.

The both of them stopped at the paper doors, ignoring the stares thrown at them from the gathering horde that was supposedly hiding.

Irie muttered something before he opened the paper doors, displaying a huge Japanese themed room with a visible koi pond at the next paper door ahead. The dreaded person was sitting calmly watching the kois with his left hand holding an expensive tobacco the other a latest news publication.

The both of them sat at the tatami mats, Lee trying to mimic Irie's position as he scanned his pathetic brain for some proper Japanese introduction. He cursed himself for listening halfheartrdly at his Japanese teacher.

"Honorable leader,"

Lee bowed, his forehead meeting the tatami mats on the surface.

"I am Lee Saiyounji-Montclaire and I'd been dating your son. I will give my all to love and care for your beloved son. Please continue to see Irie in your favor."

His head still bowed as he closed the lid of his eyes.

The things he'd to for love, Lee could feel his heart starting to pound. Never had he imagine venturing inside an authentic Yakiza's house much more asking approval to date its heir.

He was beyond crazy with all the confidence of his. If Irie's father would go berserk, he'll immediately grab Irie, escape a Yakuza's wrath to the ends of the earth.

April 15, 2017

C H O C O B E R R Y

Various thoughts from an anxious mind seem to rise one after another that causes Irie to overthink things. Lee must have noticed him diverting to a different topic and yet the man chose to smile and didn't further push his luck. It might be misinterpreted but Irie also wants their relationship to work even though his father might disapprove, yet the fear for Lee's security after revealing their relationship to his family is slowly coming to reality. It's something he himself have to establish, pronto.

Irie bowed his head accepting those feathery kisses but a pang of hurt from Lee's joke left a small deep-seated fragment in his chest. Running his fingers through the Montclaire's soft hair, he chuckled, whispering a joke in return. "No, just introducing you to my devils." He frowned but pulled a smile when their faces met once more. "I'll get ready after you. I need to rest my hips a bit."

Once decent, the pair was then picked up by the same Takuzo who kept his lip tight and ears numb from all the casual chit-chat Lee is saying, yet Irie was left petrified the whole trip where he could only respond by a simple nod and short smiles.

He had a very little faith that his father would be lenient towards his taboo relationship but he's decided to cling on that same small faith anyway. Heck, the man could glare daggers at a person that would send them clamoring for their lives if one gets on his bad side. The brothers that resides in the residence gave a questioning glare at the striking pair, some murmured and some hissed with anger like dogs barring their teeth to a stranger. Yet, they remained unacknowledged by their young waka.

"Father, I'm coming in." Irie spoke gently yet with firmness in his tone as he slide the door to the Tsukishima group leader's private office, closing it as soon as they got inside. Irie led Lee inside where they sat properly, side by side, waiting for the man to acknowledge their presence.

The old man puffed a thick white smoke and lifted his brows as he stalked at the pair that entered his office. Yasuhiro Tsukishima wasn't in the lightest mood after knowing the fact that Irie had been alone with a strange man in a hotel within their turf.

The foreign man dared to speak first that took the current Oyabun and the next in line by surprise.

Head and arms down low, Irie was speechless when Lee stated the facts that they were dating and all, darting his eyes to his father who was equally as surprised. He quickly followed, bowing his head low and pleading they wouldn't get beheaded right on the spot.

"Saiyounji..." a deep, melodic voice dragging with age resonated in the quiet room. "You mean Saiyounji, THE Saiyounji Corp." He glared at the man who just lifted his face, a glint of interest sparked on the man's eyes.

"Oh my, you sure do look like her. She was a mean woman, but Tsubaki was like a goddess descended from the heavens just to bring wrath to mankind." Yasuhiro was basically reminiscing his past first love before he snapped out of it. His dreamy eyes quickly diverted back to their sharp glares.

"In my entire life, I would have never thought I will meet her offspring and even as my son's lover! This is outrageous!" A loud thud hit the table with the crumpled newspaper.

"F-father! I beg you, I am in love with him! Please let us be..."

"And you! You dare bring shame to this family by bringing a man in a hotel room within our turf? I expected more of you as a future leader!"

"Then don't make me one!" Irie yelled which held his father aback. "You can make Irumi the leader for all I care. This is what I am, father. I've been suffering for years with anxiety that I may not become what you wanted me to be that's why I left the house. Please understand that you cannot manipulate people and threaten them if they don't fall into place. Let me have him because he completes me."

Yasuhiro frowned and leaned forward. "Then make a deal with me." Irie gasped, clearly he could never outwit his cunning of a father. "Take the sake cup as soon as possible and I shall approve your relationship."

"I will." The brunette replied without hesitation. "I will take over the group. I will take full responsibility and guide our group like how you and our ancestors did in the past."

Irie's voice trembled as tears started to betray him, gathering at the corner of his eyes where Lee could see them, blinking as they fell continuously over his cheeks down to his bended knees.

"I also want full protection for Lee-san and everything that he owns. That no harm shall be done to his family and friends or his company by the Tsukishima group. Do this and I will take the sake cup right here and now..."

G I N

"Saiyounji..." a deep, melodic voice dragging with age resonated in the quiet room. "You mean Saiyounji,
THE
Saiyounji Corp." He glared at the man who just lifted his face, a glint of interest sparked on the man's eyes.

Lee's left brow rose at the mention of his notorious mother, thinking of the devil he thought. It was laughable how Yasuhiro compared Lee's features to his mother, with a grimace he raised his head just to see the strict and composed man lighten up a bit. He never would've thought that his mother's influence would help him in such an uncanny situation. Judging from the looks the old man was insinuating, he apparently had the audacity to took a liking with his mother. The young CEO was legally blonde, the only thing that 'slightly' resembles from his mother was his almost monolid eyes that held the glint of strictness which was a total BS on Lee's part.

As to what traits Yasuhiro liked from his mother, he dared not know. In all honesty, he find it strange how his parents ended up with each other despite the bizarre traits they oppositely attract. Wrath to mankind he said, bull, that phrase was the greatest understatement of the year.

"Yes sire, I am her son,"

Unfortunately

. He bit his tongue afraid to say the last word.

Yasuhiro, now that Lee had taken a closer look at the man, tends to have a natural resting expression resembling a murderous look. Again it was sidesplitting how spot-on the media has been portraying the Yakuzas, not that he had the balls to laugh out loud in front of the leader. Lee gazed at the raven haired male that was nervously appraising his father's mood, his hands slowly travelled to his lover's hand tightly clasping it as to offer confidence that everything's going to be fine.

Wrong move, judging how Yasuhiro's expression turned downright possessed, the print slammed at the table, brown hues glaring at the not so fazed corporate owner. Lee wasn't really nervous to begin with, it wasn't just a bravado, knowing that he'd tackle much worse scenarios before. Still, this ganered a warm spot at his top ten; angering a Yakuza boss.

He felt a nerve popped at his temple despite the calming facade he'd perfectly concocted. Shame? What kind of shame did Irie brought to his family? Loving someone? Clearly his dad was stupid or just confused, hopefully it's the latter. Jaws tightly clenched he kept his mouth shut as Irie tried to reason at his father's whims. He needed out from the fight, tightly clasping the imaginary straw as he didn't want to destroy the already damaged reputation he'd got from Irie's father.

"F-father! I beg you, I am in love with him! Please let us be..."

Lee felt his heart swell with the indirect confession Irie stated, his lover was brave enough to fight for his relationship, to fight for the both of them.

"And you! You dare bring shame to this family by bringing a man in a hotel room within our turf? I expected more of you as a future leader!"

"Then make a deal with me." Irie gasped, clearly he could never outwit his cunning of a father. "Take the sake cup as soon as possible and I shall approve your relationship."

"I will." The brunette replied without hesitation. "I will take over the group. I will take full responsibility and guide our group like how you and our ancestors did in the past."

Wait. What? Lee felt like he was shoved out of the picture as he had witness how the situaton turned from 0 to 100 real quick. How the topic had magically went to the inheriting path was beyond Lee. He felt the need to raise his concerns but was completely shut off the moment he saw tears from his lover's eyes. It seems like the Tsukishima's are expert at diverting one topic from another. There's no way in hell he's going to let Irie inherit the position, selfish but he'd rather be killed than to have Irie succeed the position just to gain Yasuhiro's approval. It was Lee and Irie in a relationship anyways ,his father need to butt the fuck out, Lee angrily thought.

Yasuhiro Tsukishima, what a cunning son of a gun.

"We are leaving. Thank you for your time, Sire."

No excuses, Lee dragged his shocked lover away from Yasuhiro's office.

Protection? Lee felt angry at his lover, he shouldn't did that for Lee's sake. He wasn't a fucking child nor someone's precious Chinese teacups. He's a twenty five year old male capable of protecting himself. The young CEO's looks might closely accommodate of a businessman but he had a quarter of Italian blood from him. That said blood happens to hold the bloodied lineage of a Mafioso family. Lee might not admit it but he'd gone training his ass off for self-defense, no Yakuza can harm him. Period.

"You don't need to go that far,"

his voice cold as his grasped tightened at Irie. He caught glimpse of people trying to stop him from manhadling their precious Waka but his harsh glares were more sinister than a full-blooded Yakuza. Unfortunately, someone did not get the memo, the same bodyguard he saw the other day tried to stop him, the latter's hands on top of theirs.

"Remove your hands from Irie."

"I say you back off since I'd been told not to punch a shit like you."

Of course he had to obtain a beautiful vocabulary. He'd mentally face palm, the Buddha image his trying to put whenever he's with Irie was slowly slipping.

"Montclaire." Daichi threatened as he made an effort to separate the both of them but his hands didn't land at Irie's shoulders as Lee kicked the guy away leaving the rest of the crowd in shock clearly not expecting someone to land a hit at the prodigy of a bodyguard.

"Now then, I heard Italy's good this time of the year."

Lee smiled as if what happened earlier was completely trivial.

April 17, 2017

C H O C O B E R R Y

"We are leaving. Thank you for your time, Sire."

The surprised heir was then dragged off the room, his head clouded with confusion. Leaving without a word and with a speechless father behind, Irie felt disappointed as to why can't Lee understand what he's trying to do. The yakuza men surrounded them wwith arms up and ready to take their heir from the foreign visitor. He tried to stop them himself but one cannot stop Lee's mouth from snapping when he's seriously mad. Daichi came to take Irie but was greeted by a kick that threw him off 4 tatami mats far off the pair.

"You don't need to go that far."

"That far? Is how badly I want us to be together. Lee, can't you understand? You decided to date me even though I forewarned you of my roots. I tried to stop myself from falling for you because I know it will turn out like this. Now we're here, what can we do? Give up one just to get what we want?"

Irie balled his fists from Lee's clutches but never took it away. Glassy brown orbs focused on those viridian ones, wanting Lee to understand his side.

"We can't just forget our roots just because of our selfish decisions. See, if you leave your company, it might crumble down and thousands of people might lose their jobs. Same as if I leave my family and never take my father's place as leader... what I'm trying to say is that, even if my father didn't put up a bargain, I would still exchange cups. And when I become the leader, I can make my own rules and we can still be together."

Reaching his other hand up to caress Lee's face, he smiled. Irie could act all selflessly all because he loves Lee.

"We never lose our demons... we just learn to live with them... Or are you finally regretting you dated a yakuza?"

G I N

Lee knew what side Irie's been coming but unfortunately for Irie, Lee was a selfish person. Of course he was breed to be one, the upbringing where he can just have whatever he wanted and by whatever he meant 'everything'. Selflessness was a complex matter when it comes to Lee, true he might think about the welfare of his workers but in his subconsciousness, he mattered first.

No one thought him how to be selfless.

Only Irie did.

And therefore Lee, couldn't just decide to rebuke at his lover's speech. Hearing the other pour his heart out made him lose the ability to retort at whatever side he was coming from. Selflessness can kill, Lee thought and he'd learned that the hard way. Though it does not mean it would happen to Irie so the young CEO just shut up, released his lover's hands.

"I'm sorry that was a thoughtless move,"

Shame. For a tactician like him when it comes to his love ones, he's usually blinded of what's in front of him. Gone was the suave and composed man who've accomplished the right decisions, replaced by a brash and thoughtless lover who'd go for a brawl to keep his lover safe.

"You should go back,"

His tone was clipped as he grabbed his cellular phone, trying hard not to explain himself at Irie or else they'd go fighting each other.

With a sigh he kissed Irie's forehead while waiting for Josephine to pick up the call. It was stupid but unfortunately for Lee, he wasn't too fond of facing his demons. Call him a coward or such but he didn't liked the idea of having a fight with Irie. Just the thought of it made his head hurt.

---You drink that cup for all I care,

Lee thought to himself as he mentally sulked trying to hold back his retort. Luckily for him, Josephine answered the call, his worries were then eased just for a moment.

"J, did Lucca dropped the keys?"

"Umm no?" He could almost felt another headache brewing inside his head.

"Aren't you just retard--argh forget it,"

he deeply exhaled and inhaled finding the solace to calm the fck down.

"Don't give me the lip, Lee. American Psycho's had just arrived an hour ago waiting for you. Why don't you hurry up and come here. HE.GIVES.ME.THE.CREEPS." Josephine's rant remained unheard as Lee ended the call immediately.

The young CEO turned his back against Irie muttering a series of profanities, of course no one listens to him. Why was he the CEO in the first place again? He ranted like a lunatic inside his mind but outside he looked like an expressionless bloke.

"We'll talk later,"

He gave Irie a chaste kiss, his gaze lingering at the mansion behind them.

"I gotta do something for a bit."

Lee didn't go into further details as he jogged away from the mansion, more like running.

"What the--- ,"

Lee felt the need to place his palm on his face as he saw horde of people gathering at the bottom of Aizu-wakamatsu.

All of them were staring at one particular person that stood like a sore thumb, more like there's a self-created spotlight just for himself. With the faultless ashen haired perfectly styled, black Ray-ban perched at that Aquiline nose that resembles his, Arsen Lucca Sataniato was calmly sitting behind at the middle of the crowd. Rumors has it that his younger relative experienced Marie Antoinette syndrome when he was young, not that he cared though. All that pity and concern just washed away when he knew his innocent uncle happens to ba a Mafioso, their leader to boot. His Uncle which was younger than him by three years was sitting at the stone bench, his legs crossed and with the usual expensive suit and resting murder face.

Of course, Lucca Arsen just look like he was out from a corporate magazine. With a hurry, Lee marched towards his unfazed Uncle and grabbed him away from the crowd. Despite standing at the same height, Lee was humongous compared to Arsen's lithe body. Heck his cousin could pose as a Mannequin at Forever 21 and no one would be suspicious that he was indeed human. He was paler than Edward Cullen for Pete's sake.

"So let me guess, you came here for a tour and not to meet your favorite nephew?"

Arsen Lucca slowly shook his head and casually pointed his index fingers to the humongous castle at the back.

Without further ado, Lucca threw the set of keys at Lee's palm together with the car keys. It was unfortunate how his Uncle had little to none moments outside his mansion. The guy was a social recluse, even the thought of using his verbal powers to peasants, stressed the hell out of him. Peasants. That includes Lee, he rarely hears the guy conversing at him.

The young Italian then smoothly glided himself away leaving a gaping Lee behind him.

"Not that way, this way,"

As Lee pointed at a different direction.

For the life out of him, he need his Uncle to change outfit before they'd manage to get weird people coming at them, and by weird people he meant Agency or Talent Scouts. To everyone's amazement, the both of them look scourging hot as the sun, not that Lee didn't knew.

May 6, 2017

Irie accepted even the dryest of kiss Lee had given him, closing his eyes and hoping that his words actually reached his lover. Hope is the only thing he have in this suddenly wretched world he'd embraced. He held the man tightly around his waist, not caring if there were prying eyes in their background before letting Lee off. The brunette had never had this many things in his mind that suddenly brought him a brewing headache.

"Irie..." Daichi was just behind the main door but Irie ignored his presence and just limped towards his office.

"Send Akio to my room after an hour. I need him to personally send a letter to Kyoto."

"I need to send a letter to Kawamura-san. It seems my stay here in Fukushima will be permanent after all."

Irie spent most of his day inside his home office, making sure that no one's to bother him, including Daichi and his father. He held a stern face as he flipped through today's publication, one headline talks about a police investigator miraculously survived his mafia heist while his partner didn't make it. Of course, the mafia remained unnamed. He sighed, pushing the papers back. Irie was still not mentally ready to involve himself on fieldwork, not when his life is going to be in line. This must be what Lee is being afraid of-- scared of what his lover might become or worse, it might cost his life since living as a Yakuza means your other foot is always buried under your grave. He has decided to send Akio to Kyoto to personally send a resignation letter to his supervisor Kawamura and send his apologies.

All day, he tried not to think of Lee and their argument earlier as he buried himself with work. Akio left some bullet points for the young oyabun to do like small transactions and money collections to name a few. Of course, the only person who would come with him is his bodyguard, Daichi. The man had been pestering him all afternoon if he'd want lunch or anything but Irie was having none of it.

* Collect money from the Star Club in nichoume

"Well this may seem a good start for a newbie's fieldwork. I should bring Takuzo with me... I can't be with Daichi alone."

Putting on his suit, Irie heaved a deep breath, taking his first baby steps toward taking over their turf as the next in line for the Tsukishima group.

May 15, 2017

Nearing a clothes store, Lee was glad his strange uncle managed to divert all of his thoughts away from his lover. If Irie would gladly accept the Sake cup the brunette will surely resign at his company. What would become of him?--of them? He might not be aware of the repercussions dating a Yakuza but now it was as bright as a star what their future awaits.

With Irie commanding his brothers to a Turf war or him being shot at a chest, the CEO felt that these would certainly happen if he stick his nose too much at Irie's business. Lee chuckled at his dark thoughts still finding to creep inside him like a venomous snake awaiting for a grand downfall. They didn't even gather a good year since they've just recently dated and it seems that things aren't in his favor.

"God must hate me,"

he muttered to himself as his emeralds glossed over a huge Yakuza movie billboard. Even the billboard was taunting him to go berserk at any moment, he darkly chuckled turning away from the hideous advertisement.

His dark mulling stopped as he heard the two sales lady squealed. He soon marched towards 'that' person, the source of their ruckus. His uncle, Arsen Lucca, looked like a life size ashen-haired Ken doll. It was amusing that despite the noises the girls made, Lucca didn't gave an ounce of shit as he stared blankly at himself in front of the mirror.

Even in a simple white shirt and black jeans Lucca was devastatingly gorgeous, the man of the hour just checked the items out with his Centurion card. Casually walking towards Lee, awaiting for the CEO's move.

"I'd prefer you talk,really Arsen,"

He had no bones to call him Uncle, the guy was younger than him for pete's sake.

Instead of answering Lee, he just stared at him impassively before lowering his sunglasses, revealing a crazy shade of red and an empty socket. It was a pretty fucked up sight but it was the view that he'd already saw.

"Talk not intimidate. Forget it, let's go."

Lee felt his mood take a nose dive as he felt that his cousin would just act as air beside him---non-existent.

As to their familial ties, despite Lucca not conversing with the blonde, they do have a decent relationship. That was saying something since his Uncle was an infamous recluse, even the people who knew him from the family can only be counted by one hand. Lucca was one of those 'once in a blue moon' types and it irks him the most when the ashen-haired hair wanted to have a tour at Fukushima. Lee wasn't stupid, he knew his Uncle was up to something and he'd figure that soon enough.

"I know you're famished how about we try some ramen,"

he pointed at the quaint ramen stall inside a park.

Lucca stirred a nod before he follow his relative like a lost chick. Lee for the love of God couldn't even get a read at what his Uncle's intention was. It was kind of embarrassing walking with his Uncle since he couldn't manage to get his normal clothes, with cap, a show of normalcy.

The perverted eyes of people ogling the both of them made an involuntary shudder crawl up Lee's spine. Arsen and Lee, were definitely sex with on two legs, breathtakingly gorgeous--that Lee know while Arsen was probably unaware.

"Kyaaah , daddy~ papi~ can I take a picture with you two?"In fluent English two Japanese high school girls rushed to the both of them, the other holding an Iphone.

"Sure"

Lee managed to slip a fake smile just before Arsen suddenly grabbed the phone and casually threw it to the trash bin standing erect beside the Ramen stall.

"Waaaah what the hell!!" Infuriated the Japanese girl rushed towards the bin with a cry as her friend stared at Lucca with thirst in her eyes.

"That was feisty," The Japanese woman spoke in her native, not knowing that the foreigners in front of him can understand.

"MY phone!!!!!" The other girl cried carrying a cracked phone. Lee's head throb as he handed the girl a tissue with a name of his.

"See me in my office,"

He gave the girl a brief smile before he glared daggers at his odd, no, deranged Uncle.

"Yes Mister Grey, I m-mean mister Lee," the girl stuttered, a blush flaming her cheeks.

The two of them standing tall, watching the two girls retreat, Lee's famished state long gone as he felt his head starting to throb in a worse kind of turn.

His Uncle was probably dropped when he was young, the guy was completely nuts.

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